#upper moon one x reader

[vrystalius]

NSFW Alphabet — Kokushibo

An NSFW alphabet all about the Upper Moon One.

Pairing: Kokushibo x gn!human!reader

(Spoilers for his backstory during E=Experience, no mentioning of any descriptions of reader’s body)

A = Aftercare (what is he like after sex?)

Kokushibo is silently attentive and affectionate. He won’t really talk about what you two just did or verbally check on your condition, but would tend to you with small gestures. Only his main two eyes would be open, as a sign of vulnerability and trust, while draping either his signature haori or the bedsheets over you, keeping you warm. His cool hand would gently brush over skin, massaging sore areas here and there. His face sometimes would be buried in your neck, taking deep breaths and engraving your smell and comforting warmth into his memory.

If Kokushibo ever speaks, it would be to ask you about how you’re feeling and doing right now or if you need anything, like human food or water. Sometimes, rarely, he’d whisper quiet love declarations or promises of eternal devotion.

“You look ethereal, love. Here, take my haori. I want my scent marking you.”

B = Body part (his favourite body part of his and yours)

Kokushibo takes incredible pride in his sculpted body. It rivals that of gods and he loves to show it off, especially to your eyes. He’d flex his forearms whenever grabbing something that is out of reach for you, the sleeves of his haori deliciously sliding back to his bicep to reveal those heavily trained muscles to you. Whenever he trains, Kokushibo makes sure to do it without wearing anything on top to show off his beautiful back and front muscles, especially his chest and shoulders. He loves pressing you down onto the mattress and watch your eyes widen at the sight of him slowly flexing his muscles. It is slightly intimidating to you, but he enjoys demonstrating just how incredibly strong he really is.

His absolute favourite part on you is your soft, delicate and vulnerable neck. It takes all of his self control to not just lean down and take a large bite and to nibble on your delicate skin. The thought of you drawing blood or squirming under him stirs some kind of predator instinct within him that makes him want to ravage you in full.

“Roll your head for me, I need to bite your neck.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Upper Moon One can control his body at the fullest, wich also includes his bodily essence. It satisfies him the most to see his cum on your thighs and stomach, watching it run across your warm skin. Sometimes, he’d wipe a little off with his finger and offer it to you by holding it against your lips, waiting if you’ll deny or accept this gesture. All six of his eyes would be focused on the white streaks decorating your skin.

Kokushibo also really wants to cum inside you. Perhaps it’s his human desires and life he long forgot about stirring back to the surface, taking over his instincts and desperately wanting to stuff you full with his essence and just watch it seep out. But he hasn’t voiced this desire yet.

“My essence suits you. It makes you look more beautiful being decorated by it.”

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

It’s not a very sexual secret but a dirtier secret nonetheless; Kokushibo secretly enjoys observing you during everyday things. Bathing, undressing, eating or just sleeping, it just feels very intimate observing you do such things. What will you do if you knew? Perhaps you’re knowing that your lover is observing in secret and just don’t want to invite him to join you in the warm bath, but he’s fine with that. Kokushibo is content watching you enjoy yourself.

Sometimes, he hopes to catch you during more… intimate moments. He wants to catch you with your hand between your legs, trying to recreate the pleasures he gave you over and over. If he ever did catch you during a moment like that, Kokushibo would not hesitate to pounce and ravage you completely.

E = Experience (How experienced is he?)

Despite being married and having a child and a pregnant wife during his human years, he barely had intercourse with her. Kokushibo, or Michikatsu back then, never really paid attention to his late wife anyway, being distracted by the chase of power. Sex with her wasn’t that enjoyable either. It was just a tool to generate heirs.

Kokushibo doesn’t remember his human years or his past, so to himself, he’s technically still a virgin. He never bothered to waste thoughts or time on doing activities like that. As a demon and Upper Moon One, he has much better things to do. Muzan wouldn’t approve of these things either, so he never sought after getting experience in the sexual department. That of course changed after falling head over heels for you.

“You’d like to.. what? Why would you want to sit on my face? What pleasure would that give me?”

P = Position (his favourite positions)

1. Mating press

It’s again stirring something deep inside of his mind pressing your knees against your chest and stuffing his length over and over inside of you, holding eye contact and closely watching your reactions to bullying your cervix. He would loudly groan when you squeeze around him, giving your thighs an encouraging spank. You would have the perfect view of his godly body and his length driving in and out of you with ungodly speed.

2. From behind

He particularly enjoys pressing his chest up against your back, his arms on both sides of your torso keeping you down against the mattress. Sometimes he may hold you by your neck or pull your head, whipping your head back so he can breathe and groan against your ear, muttering praises or teases to make you squirm even more.

G = Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment? Or humorous? etc.)

Kokushibo is anything but humorous during sex. At least not intentionally. If you ever giggle or laugh at something he did or is doing, he might get offended or very confused. What is so funny about making love to you, hm?

H = Hair (How well-groomed is he?)

He keeps himself well groomed to both pride himself further and make the experience more pleasant for you. Kokushibo takes care of his body very well anyway, so why not go the extra step and trim his pubic hair while he’s at it? Surprisingly to you, the rest of his body is cleanly shaved as well. It just makes him feel better, feeling you glide your fingers over his cool skin, feeling the muscle beneath without the disturbance of hair in the way.

Kokushibo also doesn’t really care if you shave or not, he just prefers it if you do. It feels nicer to him to have smooth skin against smooth, but again, he doesn’t care that much.

“Dear, I want you now. You don’t have to shave beforehand, I don’t care for that right now.”

I = Intimacy (How is he during the moment? Romantically.)

Kokushibo isn’t verbally romantic, meaning he doesn’t whisper sweet nothings and affections into your ear, but he lets his gestures speak for him. Leaning his forehead against yours to savour the moment, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment, his eyes softening ever so slightly when taking in your form. He loves you dearly but struggles to express it with his words, so your lover would try to compensate with gestures and touches during sex. Even if it doesn’t feel very lovely being manhandled like that.

“Hah… you’re doing so.. so well for me. Good job. Good… gods, I love you.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is very clinical when it comes to masturbation. He doesn’t do it for pleasure but to release pent-up frustrations or desires he has been bottling up. His strokes would be quick, almost aggressive and borderline abuse on his own body, that’s how quickly Kokushibo wants it over with. Of course he’d prefer to just have sex with you, but if you are unavailable for whatever reason, he’d make it at least a little enjoyable for himself by imagining you right here, with him, masturbating alongside or maybe just watching him. Having your eyes on him while pleasuring himself like this, fuck. That thought is intoxicating. And also the exact reason why he always finishes so quickly after barely even starting.

The pleasure would be brief- almost non-existent. Kokushibo feels a little humiliated at the fact that he resulted to such measures, just because he misses you. How far had he fallen from grace, all because of you?

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)

1. Marking

Sinking his teeth into your skin, leaving marks, bruises and hickeys. That’s what makes him loose himself in pleasure. Sometimes, Kokushibo’ll bite too hard and draw blood. He’d lick it all away, savouring your flavour of your metallic life essence. It makes his demonic part of him go a little feral, wanting him to bite harder, deeper and more, but he wont. He’ll need to satisfy himself by eating a meal after all of this.

He’d be very surprised if you decide to mark him. Your bites will heal very quickly, but Kokushibo appreciated your gesture. A small smirk would grow on his face at your adorable attempt to leave a mark on him.

2. Praise

Making you moan and squirm is one of the greatest pleasures you can ever give to him. Making you feel good and hearing you express it is almost as satisfying as becoming the strongest demon after Muzan. Kokushibo doesn’t want to hear obvious praises like about how good it feels or what a good job he’s doing, or god forbid you try calling him a good boy (he will stop mid thrust and leave you be to take care of your own needs without him. He does not need to be belittled like that). Your lover wants to hear you moan, whimper, maybe even scream or mumble incoherent sentences. That’s when he knows he’s doing a good job.

“Bite me harder. Try it.”

L = Location (favourite places to take you)

Of course, it would he inside the walls of the Infinity castle, hidden away from prying eyes. Kokushibo likes taking his time with you, so he’d preferably do it in a private space rather than outside in the nature. Besides, it’s much comfortable doing it on tatami mats or the ceiling of your bedroom (he attempted to try something new) rather than grass or a wooden trunk. If you insist on doing it somewhere a little more public, he’d oblige.

M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him going?)

The thought of being domestic with you weirdly turns him on. He never expected to think like that, but watching you “wifely” things is calming and relaxing to him. And is turning him on.

He might silently sneak up behind you, his hand sliding up your robes or shirt, feeling your warm skin, trying to distract you from whatever mundane task you’re doing and trying to turn your attention to him. All six of his eyes would be focused solely on you.

What also turns him on is you being vulnerable around him. Trust is a very important factor to Kokushibo, especially how you trust him. He is a demon, you are a human. If he’d like to he can slice your throat or slap your head off your shoulders in less than a second, yet you sleep beside him every night as if he doesn’t eat your kind to keep himself sustained and get more powerful. So, it also arouses him seeing you carelessly slip into his arms, kiss his cheek or grin so happily at him. Gods, you’re killing him.

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Kokushibo is a very loyal man would never dream of betraying you in any way. So, things like cucking or swinging is an immediate no. (Although, humiliatingly enough, the fantasy of Muzan taking you in front of his eyes did cross his mind once)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Receiving

He’d prefer to receive rather to give. Feeling your throat squeeze around his length, your gagging reflex fighting against the intrusion, your doe-eyes looking up at him and your tongue teasing his base sends him places. All of his eyes would be tightly shut to spare you from the sight of his eyeballs running back into his skull. His jaw would be clenched shut. If he didn’t tense it so hard, it would be agape and drooling.

Giving

He prefers to receive but watching you moan and try to escape his sweet, sweet assault on your most sensitive area. His tongue would be teasing your bud, sucking and gently biting, testing to see what you like the most. Kokushibo would he a messy eater, your essence running down his chin while he is completely intoxicated by your taste. He just wants to delve deeper and deeper, but his tongue only reaches so far. Perhaps he manipulate his own flesh to make it longer, would you like that?

“You taste heavenly. I am starting to feel hungry for-… never mind.”

P = Pace (Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

At first, his pace would be slow and sensual, savouring every thrust and vein gliding against your gummy walls. His eyes would be closed in concentration, trying to remember every detail on how you feel. His hands would be tightly gripping your thighs, pulling you closer against him. Kokushibo’d lean over you, his chest pressing against yours or your back, groaning.

Approaching his climax, his thrusts would start to get faster and more desperate, chasing his own climax after providing you with yours. His hands would move from your thighs to either your arms or shoulders, pressing you down against the mattress to hold you in place to make sure you can feel every single thrust in the fullest.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies)

Kokushibo dislikes them. He will comply if you ask for one, but he’d rather take his time savouring you properly. When’s the next time he’s going go be able to make love to you like this? Muzan may send him on another months long mission, away from you. So, Kokushibo needs to savour you every time instead of fleeting pleasure. Besides, do you even get time to enjoy the things he’s doing to your body when doing it so quickly and forced?

R = Risk (Is he game to experiment?)

Kokushibo is cautiously open to experiment with you. He is nervous about being pushed outside his comfort zone but he’ll try to be open to whatever you like. Sometimes he wonders if he and his body is simply not enough for you and that’s the reason you may need outside factors to come up for the pleasure he is not giving you. While experiment with things like restrains or toys, your lover will try extra hard to pleasure you with his own body alone instead of using the things you’ve brought as a way to demonstrate you that his body is plenty enough to make you cum. No need for other things, right?

“Why do you need this… thing.. shaped like something I already own myself. Am I not enough for you?”

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

As a demon, Upper Moon One at that, it feels like Kokushibo has infinite stamina. It almost feels like he stops thrusting into you over and over so *you* can recover, not him. You never saw him exhausted after however many rounds of sex, you lost count after the fourth one. It feels like this man never cums. His face remains unmoving the whole time, only closing his eyes right before he finally finishes. It’s almost a workout to make him finish and it feels like he enjoys making you work for it. You know that Kokushibo can control his body in and out in fullest, so he can decide whether to cum or not consciously. That way, he can tease you in whatever ways he pleases.

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them?)

No, no toys. The closest he has to one of those are silk restrains to use on you.

U = Unfair (how much does he tease?)

Kokushibo loves to tease you. He’ll withhold himself from sliding himself right in, waiting for you to beg for it, sliding two of his fingers in to encourage you further. Sometimes he’ll lean over you, asking you exactly what you want and only obeying your wishes if they align with his own, or driving you so close to your orgasm only to take it all away and to wait for you to whimper and sway your hips as a way to try and coax him back. Such an adorable human.

“Tell me what you want dear. You want me to stop, is that it?”

V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make)

Typically, Kokushibo is rather quiet during sex. You’ll occasionally hear deep grunts or huffs while he’s especially focused on his movements. He prefers to channel his energy into reaching his own and your pleasure rather than moan too loudly. Sometimes an occasional curse or moan would slip out from his lips, but he’ll quiet himself quickly afterwards to not embarrass himself any further.

However his breathing will get noticeably heavier when approaching his climax, his jaw clenched and eyes shut tightly. Those are the moments where you can coax loud moans from his lips by pulling him into a kiss.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for him)

Kokushibo is oddly obsessed with your scent. He gets off to the scent of your sheets, clothes, and just your skin. He wants to make sure his rubs onto you so other demons know that the first Upper Moon has you under protection and that you are his and his only.

Once, your lover stole one of your most worn shirts or robes and kept it close to himself while being off on a mission. It’s not to masturbate or anything, it was just to keep it close. It was comforting to have your smell be near him while being apart from you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes…)

It matches the rest of his body; large and intimidating. You needed a lot of prep the first time taking him in fully. He was patient but not exactly gentle. He is cut and nearly trimmed, his length is just as thick as the sheath of his katana, a little thicker.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Kokushibo has a very high sex drive, but barely acts on it. He finds himself wanting you all the time, catching his stare linger on your assets more than once. Your lover is very good with control but even he struggles to not court you every time you undress for the evening. He loves you dearly and just wants to show it, badly. Kokushibo is hyper aware of your behaviour and every move, trying to guess if you’re in the mood as well.

Z = Zzz (how fast does he fall asleep afterwards?)

Some kind of protective instinct starts blossoming inside him once he sees you lay beside him, all tired and spent. Kokushibo wont fall asleep or go into a meditative state without savouring your appearance and this moment. You just gave him the greatest gift of all times again and continue to give it to him and now you’re sleeping beside him. His arms would tightly wrap around you and hold you close while his eyes (all six of them) stare at your sleeping face.

Kokushibo will only slip into a meditative state once he started feeling fully relaxed and assured that you’re okay and asleep, safe in his arms.

“I love you, dearly. You can sleep now, I’ll keep you safe. I promise to you.”

🎃

Hope you all enjoyed this! I’m surprised I managed to finish it in one sitting and a day. I worked for around four hours on it and I hope this was nice XD But anyways… I’m kind of worried I post too much outside my fics, like maybe people get their hopes up when seeing I posted just to see I uploaded a picture of my plushies :,)

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

Take care of yourselves <3

Here’s my event masterlist 🎃

[g0dwat3rwritings]

Hi there!! I absolutely adore your works<3 When I saw you wanted requests, I wanted to send one in. This one is for KNY:)

Could you please do Kokushibo with a petite reader? Like, the reader is only a short five feet (around 150 cm) tall? I would absolutely love that❤️

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨𝐮

He, being 6'2" (190 cm), finds it awfully cute.

He may not show it, but he absolutely freaks out when you ask him for help to reach something on a higher shelf.

You'll often find yourself being held, most often bridal style.

Now, he loves you more than anyone could ever love their significant other, but sometimes.. his protectiveness can get in the way of his love for you.

He would sooner throw Muzan on top of fans at a Michael Jackson concert and let him crowdsurf before he ever let you get hurt.

Even in the slightest.

If he were to witness someone mocking you for your height, he'd barely have enough self control to hold himself back from pouncing on them.

He's not usually one for affection, but he will, on occasion, leave gentle kisses to the top of your head.

When you two are alone, he'll bend over and whisper sweet nothings into your ears for a few minutes before walking off as though nothing happened.

He has a habit of just... scooping you up into his arms and holding you close.

If you cook, he'll often stay with you when you cook to gather ingredients for you.

If you want to get something down yourself, he'll put you on his shoulders and lift you up high enough to grab it.

He loves to dance with you, as odd as it is.

He loves to lift you up and watch your legs get lifted from the ground.

Your laughs as he does so is also another thing he looks forward to when you dance.

All in all, your height is just adorable to him.

[doumadono]

Hejka, my beautiful friend 🧡. It's been a while. I would like to place an emergency request. I am going to be alone and away from my family for a few months and am very scared. Could I ask you to write me a story on how Kokushibo is my guardian demon? Maybe a little fluff? You know how much I love my imaginary man. Please take your time as this is something I will be experiencing over the course of tge the entire summer and autumn. Thank you 💞💞💞

Unexpected light - Kokushibo x Reader

A/N: please forgive me it took so long to complete your request! I'm really sorry to hear that you're feeling scared about being away from your family. It's completely normal to feel this way, but remember that you are stronger than you think. This time apart can also be an opportunity for personal growth and self-discovery. Stay connected with your loved ones through calls and messages, and try to find things that bring you comfort and joy. We're all here cheering you on! #silnekobietyrządzą

EMERGENCY REQS - PART 2

The forest loomed around you, its dense canopy blocking out the moonlight and leaving you in near-total darkness. You stumbled over roots and rocks, your breath coming in ragged gasps as panic gripped you. The reality of being separated from your family for months had begun to sink in, and the weight of that loneliness pressed heavily on your shoulders. That was why you decided to take a night stroll in the woods — it had provided you with a great deal of solace in the past.

You had heard tales of the demons that haunted these woods, terrifying creatures that preyed on the unwary. You hoped against hope that you wouldn’t encounter one, but deep down, you knew the odds weren’t in your favor that night. As the night grew colder, you found a small clearing and sank to the ground, hugging your knees to your chest. Tears stung your eyes as you thought of your family, wishing more than anything to be with them again.

A sudden rustle in the bushes snapped you out of your thoughts. You scrambled to your feet, your heart pounding in your chest.

From the shadows emerged a figure, tall and imposing, with six glowing eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness.

Your blood ran cold as you recognized him: it was Kokushibo, Upper Moon One, the most feared of the Twelve Kizuki.

You took a step back, but there was nowhere to run.

He moved with a grace that belied his size, closing the distance between you in an instant. His eyes bore into yours, and you felt like a mouse caught in the gaze of a hawk. "You should not be here," he said, his voice a deep, resonant growl. "Humans who wander into these woods seldom leave."

Your knees threatened to buckle, but you forced yourself to stand tall. "I… I have nowhere else to go," you stammered, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I'm alone. My family is far away, and I… I don't know what to do."

Kokushibo regarded you for a long moment, his expression inscrutable. "Why should I spare you, mortal?" he asked, his voice carrying a dangerous edge.

You swallowed hard, the reality of your situation crashing down on you. "I wish to be reunited with my family," you admitted, your voice trembling. "If you have any mercy, just let me go, demon."

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "Mercy is not something I am known for," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But there is something intriguing about your spirit. A determination, even in the face of fear."

You couldn't fathom why he would care about such a thing, but you clung to his words like a lifeline. "Please," you whispered.

Kokushibo's eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion as he continued to study you. The silence stretched, each second feeling like an eternity, until finally, he spoke again. "Speak, then. Tell me of these struggles that weigh upon your spirit. Don't try to fool me, I can sense all of your despair."

The unexpected invitation made you gasp, but the sheer intensity of his gaze compelled you to respond. "I’ve been separated from my family," you began, your voice trembling but gaining strength as you continued. "I was forced to leave them behind, and I don’t know how long I’ll be alone. It's… it's been overwhelming, trying to survive each day, not knowing if I’ll ever see them again."

There was a subtle shift in his stance, a slight softening of the harsh lines of his face.

You took a deep breath, the words flowing more freely now. "I feel like I’m constantly fighting against despair. The loneliness, the fear — it’s like a heavy weight that never goes away. I wander these woods, hoping for a miracle, for some idea that would fall on me and help me to find my family again. But every day, it feels like that hope slips further away."

You glanced up at him, expecting indifference or even mockery, but his expression remained inscrutable, his eyes fixed on you. "I don’t know why I’m telling you this, demon," you admitted, almost to yourself. "Maybe because you're the first being I've encountered in so long who hasn’t tried to kill me immediately."

A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched Kokushibo's lips. "A low bar, but one I have surpassed nonetheless," he murmured, his tone holding a hint of dry amusement.

You found yourself returning his almost-smile, a spark of something like relief flickering within you. "I guess so," you said softly.

Kokushibo shifted his gaze to the moonlit forest around you, his voice thoughtful when he spoke again. "Humans often cling to hope, even when it seems futile. It is both their greatest strength and their greatest weakness."

You nodded, understanding his words. "Hope is all I have left," you said quietly. "Even if it feels like it’s slipping away every single day."

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence of the forest wrapping around you like a shroud.

Then Kokushibo turned his gaze back to you, his eyes reflecting the pale moonlight. "Your spirit, your determination, is intriguing," he repeated. "It reminds me of… what I once was, before I became this."

You blinked in surprise, not expecting such a revelation from a demon as powerful and feared as Kokushibo. "What do you mean?"

His expression darkened slightly, shadows crossing his face. "There was a time when I was human, like you. I had dreams, struggles, hopes. But those days are long past, buried under centuries of darkness and blood."

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, but you couldn’t help but feel a strange connection forming between you. "Is that why you’ve spared me? Because I remind you of who you once were?"

Kokushibo's gaze grew distant, as if he were looking through you into a past only he could see. "Perhaps," he said finally, his voice a mere whisper. "Or perhaps it is simply because your spirit intrigues me in a way I have not felt in a very long time."

You took a step closer, the fear that had initially gripped you slowly giving way to a cautious curiosity. "Thank you," you uttered, sincerity lacing your words. "For sparing me. For listening."

Kokushibo nodded slightly, the movement almost imperceptible. "Do not mistake my actions for kindness, mortal. I am a demon, bound by my nature. But I will allow you to continue your journey, for now. Leave now, if you value your life. And never come back here again."

As you turned to leave, a sudden impulse made you stop and look back at him. "Demon," you began hesitantly, "do you ever wish for something more than this existence? Beyond the darkness and the hunger?"

His many eyes widened slightly, as if taken aback by your question. For a moment, he seemed almost human, a flicker of something unspoken passing across his features. "Wishes are for the living," he said finally, his voice tinged with an emotion you couldn't quite identify. "For those who have hope. The night is long, but it will pass, mortal. And when it does, you will be one step closer to finding your way."

With that, he turned away, his form blending into the shadows. You watched him go, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Fear, relief perhaps.

The journey back home passed quickly as your heart beat faster within your chest. You still felt the adrenaline rush, but simultaneously, for no particular reason, you felt a sense of hope. You would find your family again. You would survive this separation, no matter how long it took. And you would remember that even in the darkest of places, there could be moments of unexpected light.

[lyrefromthesea]

Period sex with upper moons?

Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma - Period Sex

author's note: guess who's my favourite character in here and who i have personal beef with, i dare you.

pairing: Kokushibo x reader, Douma x reader, Akaza x reader

content warning: (obviously) period sex, mentions of blood, fem!reader

Kokushibo:

• though internally panicking, looked just fine when he picked up on the smell of blood

• came to check and the silent panic vanished

• will eventually know when your period starts before you know it yourself

• has no problem going down on you, but somehow always end up balls deep inside you

you whined as the man pulled two fingers out of your cunt, satisfied with the way you were dripping both blood and arousal.

he held eye contact with you as he brought the two digits to his lips, pushing them past his lips and licking the blood off.

"it's more than sweet.." he uttered, all three pairs of his eyes narrowing slightly. you held back a needy hum, seeing him glance at you.

he let his kimono slide of his shoulders, your mind occupied by the gracefulness of his actions. the cloth fell to the ground, revealing the pale body you've seen many times already.

"now let me have you.." he quietly said, steeping out of the last piece of clothing. though your eyes were focused on the clothes piled beside him, he was completely focused on you.

before you knew it, the man was over you, strong arms caging you between them. you felt your face heat up, almost making you forget the cramps you were experiencing.

"look at me." he demanded - requested. despite the embarrassment, you met his gaze, the smallest tug on his lip indicating his content state.

you held eye contact with him until he had fully sheathed himself inside you. his hand traveled over your stomach, pressing down where he suspected his cock would be.

you gasped, trying to keep yourself from arching your back. with his hand still on your stomach, he began slowly thrusting into you, watching your face for any discomfort.

"is that it? are you feeling good like this?" he whispered into your ear, his voice lightly breathy. you didn't answer - he didn't need one, not when you were squeezing around him so tightly.

Douma:

• you know he takes advantage of situations that could be good for him and this is definitely one of them

• yes, sex is something he had come to enjoy, but this was totally different

• blood, he didn't even need to do anything

• free source of food for a week, definitely will eat you out, no way he'll use his cock when he can just fuck you with his tongue

this was perfect, you were perfect, everything about this situation was perfect to him. he had you right where he wanted, right at his mercy.

you, on the other hand, were exhausted and in desperate need of a break. when did this start? you couldn't even remember how many orgasms the man - the demon - has pulled out of you.

his tongue licked a long stripe up your pussy, watching you shudder and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. he was too focused on his actions to notice the way you were weakly tugging at his hair, trying to stop him.

"so sweet, my little follower." he muttered against you, eyes finally opening, just enough for them to be lidded. he looked at you, realizing that the blood had decreased over time.

"don't tell me you're already finished? i thought you were going to give me more - show me your respect." he laughed, knowing that you could barely react to his words.

tears had started falling down your cheeks a long time ago, not sure how to handle any following orgasm. yet you couldn't move, body cramping up every few minutes while his arms pressed you against his face.

he didn't care how messy it got, a mix of slick, spit and blood staining his lips and chin. how could he care? you were divine.

if there was anything close to a god, it had bestowed him with the pleasure of getting to taste you every month.

your weak cries pulled him out of his thoughts, feeling you convulse and tremble once more, cooing at the orgasm he pulled out of you.

"look, there's more! i knew you had it in you, little follower, now be good and give me even more." he chuckled, kissing up your thigh until he was ready to dive into eating you out again.

Akaza:

• panicked when you got your first period and he didn't know of it

• first thought: danger, first thought after finding out you were on you period: nonexistent

• knew you were in pain and does his best to help, but keeps away from sex for quite some time

• eventually gives up because he can't resist your pleading

• enjoys it, but constantly worried

you watched him wipe the blood off his chin with the back of his hand, licking the rest of his lips. the action alone made you shudder in anticipation, feeling him stand up to position himself over you.

"are you feeling better, darling?" he asked, his voice quiet, as if he knew it would hurt you. you were fragile in his eyes, at the verge of breaking whenever you felt like this.

he treated you with the outmost care, abandoning pride to ensure your comfort. feeling another cramp shoot pain through your stomach, you held onto him, squeezing your eyes shut.

"please.. i need you.." you breathlessly whispered, his warm hand coming down to rub soothing circles against your waist. his other hand helped him guide his cock towards your entrance.

"shh.. i'm here for you." he answered, rubbing his cock against the mix of your slick and blood, the action making you moan out quietly.

he let you hold onto him as he pushed in, whispering words of praise and appreciation. the man didn't stop until you took him full, quietly grunting at the way you were squeezing.

"you.. you have to relax, darling. you're squeezing me so damn tight.." he groaned, letting his head fall down.

his hand let go off your leg, rubbing circles against your clit. "a- ah.. relax for me, darling. relax so i can take care of you."

he made sure to put your pleasure above his, to ensure your safety, your comfort. you gifted him the opportunity to eat you out, to taste you in such a special way, he needed to make sure you were doing good. it was only fair in his opinion, this wasn't about him, he could hold himself back if it made you feel better.

nevertheless, you didn't mind thanking him once your period was over, making sure to give him the pleasure he made you feel.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Kokushibo meeting another moon breather and falling hard

Pairing: Kokushibo x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,1k

Synopsis: You were supposed to be another killed demon slayer on his list, nothing but a girl he stumbled upon in the woods at night. But something about you is different. Something stops him from ending your life.

Warnings: Honestly none, a little bit of violence, a little bit of HEAT, this will get a Part 2 if you guys are interested so feel free to interact with that fic! <3

„Leaving again?“

You tilt your head to the side ever so slightly, your katana already lying heavy in your rough hands.

“I have no choice. The order comes from Ubuyashiki-sama himself”, you reply with low voice.

Out of instinct, your eyes wander to the shining orb above, the most faithful companion of your life. Countless innocent nights, you just sat on the grass and took in its beauty inch by inch. But at times like these, the moon being out also means that demons wander on free foot.

“Lucky bastard”, Sanemi mumbles under his breath.

You wouldn’t consider yourself lucky. Not when you know painfully well that all those demons where once humans with dreams, hopes and love filling their hearts. Not when your whole family drowned you with love and affection only a few years ago.

Until Muzan Kibitsuji decided to turn their heads against you by turning them into demons.

“I’ll be back before training starts.”

“You better live up to that.”

 Without looking back one last time, you begin your journey to the other side of this haunted land. If Ubuyashiki-sama called for a hashira, the matter has to be serious-minded. And while his crow didn’t deliver a lot of information about details apart from the place being a small village in the south, you know all too well what that means.

A strong demon, maybe one of the upper moons, even. And you, a hashira who was chosen to kill it.

Your eyes roam around the peaceful area, take in how beautifully the full moon lights up the trees around you. A truly remarkable scenery you try to enjoy as often as possible, even though working as a pillar keeps your mind and body occupied most of the time.

But you aren’t alone. An unsettling feeling starts spreading inside of your chest, the instinct of being watched out of the darkness becoming more and more urgent in your mind.

“Are you the one who is responsible for the destruction of the village nearby?”, you question into the dusk.

Destruction? Kokushibo can’t help but shake his head ever so slightly. As if he’d waste his time with something this minor.

The real question is, who are you? The way you walk and talk tells him more than urgently that you aren’t one of those average demon slayers, that you have to be someone special. A pillar, probably. He can’t help but take in your graceful sight, the way you almost float over the wet grass, your eyes lit by the moon oh so perfectly while your hands are tightly grabbing your katana in contrast.

You are beautiful.  Enigmatic, powerful, and captivating... truly mesmerizing. In his long-lasting life, Kokushibo stumbled upon countless of women.

But they never caught his attention like you.

“I came here to end your suffering”, you continue calmly, not even your hands shaking by the sensation of meeting a demon.

You must sense it, that he’s far above the average demons you’ve encountered before.  You have to feel his presence by the way you tilt your head towards his direction ever so slightly. And still, you don’t waver. Not even a little bit.

“Even if your skill level proceeds mine by miles.”

His eyes widen for a brief moment.

“Why don’t you show yourself, upper moon?”

It’s an instinct, an act out of trance. Kokushibo follows your word and emerges out of the darkness he found comfort in, his gleaming eyes now meeting yours directly.

The upper moon one.

You don’t allow your heart to skip a beat, force your mind to keep its focus. This must be the head of Muzan Kibutsuji’s army, the mightiest of them all apart from himself. The upper moon Kyojuro lost his life to was number 3. Weaker than the man standing in front of you, less dangerous than the man standing in front of you.

And you? You wouldn’t consider yourself stronger than Kyojuro was.

“I am forced to end your life right here and now”, you declare with a calm demeanor.

“You are too weak to even reach me”, Kokushibo replies automatically.

“I have no other choice but to try.”

He tilts his head to the side, watches like in slow motion how the neutral expression on your face hardens ever so slightly while you lift up your sword.

“Moon breathing, third form: celestial silence.”

You release a wave of soundless crescent blades like you always do, emerge him into confusion and darkness to prepare for your next attack.

“Moon breathing. You use moon breathing?”

You are barely able to escape the grasp of his arm that shouldn’t even be able to reach you by letting yourself fall onto the ground. Not even Sanemi is able to see through that curtain of silence, how was he able to react so fast?

A faint layer of cold sweat starts forming on your forehead, your fingers now grabbing the handle of your sword tighter. What did you expect from the upper moon one?

“Fourth form: Lunar precision.”

You can’t allow your thoughts to wander, need to focus on the way your sword feels inside your hands and the series of rapid, precise slashes that crush against his blade without mercy. Each strike is executed with meticulous accuracy, searing for any weaknesses.

But the man in front of you has none.

All it takes him is one minor slash to disarm you. With his other hand, he grabs your wrist tightly. Is he about to kill you? Will this be your last moment walking on earth? You can’t rip your now glossy eyes away from him, can’t even force yourself to look at the moon one last time.

“Who taught you that breathing technique?”

Your mind starts racing, brows furrowing ever so slightly. What is he talking about? And why are you not dead already?

“What?”, you breathe out.

With a swift motion, he puts his sword back in its sheath and grabs your other arm as well, now holding you so close that you can feel his breath dance across your face.

“Who taught you how to use moon breathing?”, he continues visibly aroused.

“I taught myself.”

Confusion, anger and shock roll over his face like a wave while his hands still keep you in place.

Impossible. This means that you mastered sun breathing as well. You, nothing but an average girl with eyes that make it easy to get lost in them. You with that basic sword that doesn’t show a single hint of your abilities.

Do you know what you’re capable of, that you might be a worthy opponent?

Or a mighty demon.

“You need to come with me.”

“Coming with you?”

Your heart now almost pounds out of your chest, arms instinctively fighting for what is dear life. If you go with him, you’ll die. What is his plan? Does he want to torture you, eat you alive? Your usual so collected mind starts falling apart bit by bit with every passing second.

“Stop attacking me”, he warns you.

You fight against his grasp even harder, desperately try to free you from the prison of his arms. You promised Sanemi that you’ll be back before the next training session starts, you promised Mitsuri to braid her hair in the morning. You made so many promises.

And now you might not be able to live up to a single one of them.

“Enough”, the man in front of you grumbles.

One well-placed hit. Then everything goes black.

Kokushibo’s heavy breath hangs in the air, eyes staring at your unconscious figure lying on the floor. He lifts your body off the ground as gently as possible, allows his eyes to regard your face up-close. You look so peaceful while lying in his arms, your features not showing a single sign of your fight earlier on. Apart from a single tear at the corner of your eye, you look flawless. He wipes it away with his index finger, watches how the moonlight reflects so beautifully in your perfect little teardrop. If he’d be able to caress your cheek one time, feel the softness of your hair only once-

He shakes his head ever so slightly. No, he needs to focus on what’s in front of him, needs to find out what lend you that power. Are you just like him? Are you maybe the only person on this planet who understands his silent suffering?

The second you open your eyes again, everything is still black. What happened? Are you at home? The demon…

Your eyes widen in an instant, dart around the poor-lit area in a haste. Where is the upper moon one?

“It took you quite some time to regain consciousness.”

His cold voice cuts through your bones with ease. There he sits, only a few meters away to your opposite. You swallow hard, scan your body for any injuries.

But you aren’t injured. Not even a single scratch decorates your skin.

“Why did you allow me to stay alive?”

To be honest, he doesn’t know. Muzan Kibitsuji made it more than clear that all demons are forced to kill every single demon slayer who crosses their path. Especially pillars like you. He stares at you without saying a single word.

“Are you going to kill me now?”

It is his responsibility to do so. Not even the fact that you use moon breathing should be enough to change that fate of yours, not when you’re a hashira, a dirty demon slayer. Again, he keeps his mouth shut.

When you open your mouth again, not a single sound escapes your dry lips. The countless questions that linger through your mind make it hard to form a logical thought. What are you supposed to do? Is there any way out of this? You need to fight, need to stay strong until you die.

“What do you know about moon breathing?”

“More than you”, he gives back.

He’s beautiful. Despite the unpromising gleam in his orbs and that number one than reminds you oh so urgently that this man is the highest ranked upper moon, you can’t help but let that thought sink in. There’s no doubt in the fact that he was once a truly handsome man.

The two of you sit opposite of each other, plainly staring in your faces without saying another word. You never felt anything apart from sorrow for those creatures, never allowed yourself to get lost in their features or to ponder about what they might have become. But this man…

“Did you use this breathing technique when you were still human?”

In the blink of an eye, the upper moon one draws his sword. Sparks fly, the air around you suddenly so hot that you almost feel like choking. What is that immense power of his? Are those…moons?  Out of instinct, you grab his arm. For support, to stop him? You don’t know anymore.

“Stop”, you cough out.

“Please…stop.”

He lowers his blade, his free hand now grabbing your back and pulling you towards his chest.

“I was the only user of moon breathing for countless centuries. Until you showed up”, he clarifies distantly.

“Tell me how you conquered sun breathing. Tell me how you taught yourself this technique.”

His face is only inches away from yours, forces your breath to get stuck in your throat all over again.

“It just happened.”

“You will come with me.”

He starts dragging you along with him, the unusual flaming touch of his hand almost driving you insane. Just a few hours ago, you were on a mission to free a small village from the cruel hands of a demon. What about those innocent people? What about those poor souls who might get slaughtered at this very moment? You can’t just follow him like a lost puppy.

“Only under one condition.”

Slowly, the upper moon one turns his face towards you.

“You set conditions?”

“Free the village I was assigned to from those demons or otherwise…”

With a swift motion you draw your sword and press it firmly against your very own neck.

“Or otherwise, I’ll make sure I won’t be able to answer all of your questions.”

You find yourself devoured in his arms and pressed against a cool stone wall before you finished blinking once, now staring straight into his dangerous orbs.

“I don’t negotiate with something like that”, he presses out.

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TADA!

[michi-katsu]

Make me yours ~Kokushibo smut.

Pairing: Kokushibo x Fem!reader.

Genre: Smut..

Word count: 1095.

Your naked body pressed against the warm wooden wall, his bare chest moving heavily against your breasts. "Are you sure about this?" Kokushibo whispered against your lips, looking at you with both, doubt and desire.

As he made sure you really wanted to do this, he continued kissing as he held your legs, grinding his pelvis against your crotch, soaking the delicate fabric of his pants with your lubrication, you slid his kimono off, making it fall to the floor.

"I promise to be careful, my love, I'm dying to make you mine, still, I could hurt you badly if I don't restrain myself".

Amidst passionate kisses, he carried you in his arms, placing you on the mattress, leaning on his arms on either side of you as he delicately placed himself on top of you, his long hair falling over your face and bodies, you felt his erection throbbing against your pussy, his pale lips leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, collarbone and between your breasts before kissing your lips once more.

Wiith a serious, lustful temper, Kokushibo looked into your eyes for approval, his lips just a few centimeters away from yours, despite being so turned on, he cherished you and he wouldn't do anything against your will.

Although this was not your first time, it was the first time being intimate with a demon, your first time being intimate with him, his strength was much greater than yours without even trying, you were sure to give yourself to him, but you were nervous and intimidated by how strong he was as well.

You held on to his arms and tightly wrapped your legs around his waist, he noticed your desperate desire to feel him inside you -"make me yours, Kokushibo"- you pleaded, just above a whisper, causing an explosion of desire, love and lust within him.

He sighed heavily, pressing your foreheads together without taking his eyes off yours, he began to slide his pants down his hipbones, leaving his member leaking with precum exposed.

He guided himself inside you, you felt his tip brush against your entrance, your nails dig into his skin as your walls begin adjusting to his size, you felt him press the deepest point of your cavity, you thought you had him completely inside, gasping in surprise as Kokushibo pushed himself in one last thrust to actually get his cock all the way inside of you, his muscular chest at the height of your head, the sensation was overwhelming, sharp and painful, as much as it was pleasurable, he silently took a second with all six eyes closed eyes before continuing, you noticed him shiver at the feeling of your tight walls, besides, how many years had he been without this kind of pleasure?

Regaining his composure, he went down to kiss you as he began to thrust his hips slowly at first, unable to help it, you moaned with every thrust, gasps and moans just escaping your mouth, you've never had anything so pleasurably intrusive inside you before, the overstimulation, the pain and pleasure were too much, his cock harshly hitting your deepest spot, driving you crazy, on the other hand, Kokushibo was doing his best trying to hold back, your moans and the sensation he hadn't had for decades sickening him with lust, seeing you like this was driving him wild, being the sweetest melody to his ears when you asked him to go faster, his eyes darkened and so he did, worsening the moaning mess you already were, unable to even utter a word, your nails leaving marks (which regenerated at the second) on his arms and back as you could only arch your back and hold on to him with desperate strength, quickly reaching an intense orgasm, your walls tightened around his length, leaving you breathless.

Seeing you being pleased was etched into his memory, your bones marking in your skin when you arched your body, you being so fragile compared to him, your moans and pleading faces unleashing a beast that would become obsessed with it.

With an inhuman ease he lifted you off the mattress, adopting a position in which he was sitting cross-legged and your legs around his waist, your head rested on his chest as you were still trying to catch your breath, without saying a word, he brought your face to his, in a way that was both, possessive and affectionate, demanding a kiss from your lips, his other hand holding your waist down, forcing his member inside you the deepest way possible, then moving your hips back and forth, forcing you to have all the possible stimulation, you held him tightly, with your arms wrapped around his neck, he then began grinding his hips as well. "Does it hurt, baby girl?"

"You're hurting me a lot..." -you gasp, he stood motionless upon hearing you- "but you feel so good, I don't want you to stop." He took your face and kissed your lips fiercely while grinding your hips on him once more, penetrating you as deeply as possible, his grip became harder, leaving bruises on your hips, he then kissed your neck, fangs nibbling on your skin with desire, painting hickeys on your neck, shoulders and breasts as he continued making love to you, you lost track of time, of reality, sensations, pain, pleasure and overstimulation as he made you orgasm several times, at some point falling exhausted while he maintained the same strength and energy as at the beginning.

The next thing you knew was waking up the next morning, feeling sore and pleased, your eyes looked for Kokushibo, but noticing the sun made you assume he must have left before dawn, you feel butterflies in your stomach as you remember everything from last night, at the same time you feel a little down for not being able to stay awake, for not noticing when he left, for not being able to see his sweaty chest moving heavily anymore last night, or how he took you in his arms possessively, how his eyes darkened with lust, such a beauty and a beast he was in bed...

You blush and laugh at your thoughts, you look at your bruised body, the sheets stained with what you thought was his cum, as well as your belly, you laugh silently once more and notice a piece of paper with something written on it, carefully placed on your pillow.

"My dear, I had to leave around dawn, please forgive me, I'll see you as soon as the sun sets."

[muzansfangs]

Can you make a Kokushibou x AFAB reader scenario where Reader and Koku are at a bar because she somehow convinced Koku into coming with her

He decides to have a few shots...and that ends up pretty bad with reader practically having to carry him back home..

When they both get home, Kokushibou tackles her onto the floor and smut from there pls😍😍🥰🥰🥰

You can make it Modern AU if that'd make more sense, just do anything you can pls🙇‍♀️

Alcoholic kisses.

Starring: Kokushibo x f!reader; mention to Muzan Kibutsuji, Douma, Akaza, Nakime, Daki, Tamayo;

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, everyone is a human, spoiler for Kokushibo’s name as a human, drinking, slightly reckless behavior, drunk sex (everything is consensual), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, choking, unprotected sex, dom!kukushibo, sub!reader;

Plot: Working for the Kibutsuji Industry left you little time to enjoy your life. Social events? You hardly had the chance to slack off and attend them. Douma’s birthday party, however, was one of those days you looked up for in trepidation. Still, you needed someone to be your knight for the exclusive event. When your stolid colleague Michikatsu announced he was not going to take part to the grand soirée, you made it your goal to convince him it was worth a shot. He begrudgingly complied to your request, eventually, even going to the extent to become your drinking buddy for the night. It was supposed to be just a cordiality from his behalf and a friendly reminder he could let loose, sometimes, from yours. How did you end up being folded in half by him in your apartment, then?

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“I can’t believe he had the guts to invite Mr. Kibutsuji too. He truly is as bold as brass” Akaza, the intern of the third floor, commenced the daily ‘gossip session’ at the work canteen, aggressively uncapping his bottle of water. You had long stopped defending Douma and his grotesque antics. How did he even consider the idea of inviting your perfidious boss to his birthday party? You had to agree with Akaza on that. This had been downright a terrific idea. Your devilish colleague had spoiled a night you had been looking up to for months.

Nakime shrugged “You are short-sighted. It was actually a winning strategy. — she pondered, tilting her head to the side pensively — No one ever invited Mr. Kibutsuji to a party. Guess who is going to win the promotion now”.

You nodded your head, disinterestedly nibbling at the salad in front of you, as you listened to your friends commenting the last stunt of your eccentric coworker. You barely had any chances to hang out and slack off. Mr. Kibutsuji behaved like a tyrant at work. His appalling talent to showcase cordiality, when navigating through crowds of important people to make deals, was something not reserved to any of you. Occasionally, he asked his female subordinates to be his sidekick during those special nights in luxurious hotels, or at the Opera. You had had the opportunity to accompany him to a gala, too. If you had not witnessed with your own eyes to the saccharine smiles and gentlemanly ways to win his clients’ hearts, you would have said he was not the same man who slammed doors and made you overexert yourselves at the Industry. You had to admit he possessed a special ability to conceal his brusque charcater for the sake of his Company. However, now you were worried that Douma’s birthday party was going to be a complete disaster. No one was going to relax, when Mr. Kibutsuji was around. Why? Because you were not potential clients. You were not politicians. You were his subordinates. He was not going to act differently just because you were at a bar.

“And what do you think about the ‘you can bring a date’ part? — you asked then, reaching your hand into your purse to grab the invitation — I mean, do you guys even have a date?” you inquired, clearing your throat nervously as you slided the lilac card, decorated with flashy baroque doodles, over the table and tapped on black key words in italics with your index.

Akaza snorted, shaking his head vigorously “No way I’m bringing my girl with me. That sleaze has already tried to flirt with her. I can’t risk making him choke on his teeth in front of Mr. Kibutsuji” he replied, grimacing to emphasize his categorical refusal to comply to the birthday boy’s request.

You smiled faintly at that, eyes darting on the woman at your right, prompting her to express her opinion on the matter. Nakime never mentioned having a partner. However, you were curious to find out more about her and if, given the fact you were single, you had to throw the card into the wastepaper basket and forgo the opportunity to slack off for a night once and for all.

“I do. — she admitted — I don’t think we’re a couple yet, but I’m seeing someone” she vaguely said, your jaw dropping in stupor and genuine curiosity that gnawed at your stomach in the unbridled desire to pry more informations about her relationship.

You bumped her arm, grinning “Huh? When were you going to tell me about it? And, well, are you inviting him?”.

“She has already been invited” she cooed, your eyes flitting to a perplexed Akaza who furrowed his brows in bewilderment to the unexpected disclosure of your friend’s love interest. You had not seen it coming.

“Nakime! Who’s she?” you quipped, shifting on your seat to totally occupy her view and sending her the clear message she had to provide you an answer, if she keened to go back to her duties. Her date was decidedly a colloegue and tons of familiar faces began to pop in your restless mind, accurately discerning which women could could keep up with your secretive friend. Not many, if you had to summarize your research for a possible candidate to fit the scenario.

“Tamayo” the brunette evenly cooed, tapping at her mouth with a tissue before unhurriedly grabbing her tray and standing from her seat, as if she had not just dropped a bomb at her shellshocked commensals.

You did not bother replying. You watched her leave silently, struggling to process the fact Nakime was dating one of Muzan’s closest assistants. Tamayo was a reserved woman, who had recently recovered form a difficult divorce. Due to your position, you rarely interacted with her but, when you did, you left her office in a joyful mood. She smiled a lot, she did not bark orders around like your hellish superior, she offered you candies, or tea, whilst you discussed the matter at hand. Nakime, on the other hand, was not a bad person. She was intuitive and taciturn. Yet, she was sneaky. You had lost the count of how many times she had her own subordinates fired over insignificant mishaps. Looking at them as a duo was going to be hard to process. Still, if they were happy, you were no one to oppose that.

“Oi, are you still with me? — Akaza snapped you out of your stream of consciousness — Did you hear what I’ve said?” he asked quizzically you, leaning back on the chair, arms folded against his chest as he squarely looked at you.

You gaped, mortified you had zoned out in the middle of the conversation “Actually, I didn’t…” you trailed off, refocusing on him, flashing an awkward smile at your patient. He was a gentleman with women, you had to admit it.

Akaza sighed, lolling his head back “I said you haven’t told us if you got yourself a date. Who is the lucky guy, then?” he interrogated you casually.

Well, you did not have a date yet. Now, knowing your closest friends had a date, you felt miserable. You were not desperate or anything, but you actually felt kind of discouraged to attend the party, if it meant being surrounded by a bunch of couples slow-dancing at the bar. You enjoyed playing the role of the cool aunt, the independent woman, a wild spirit drinking at the bar and flirting with bartender to kill the time, but it would have been nice to spend the night with someone you got along with for once.

“Ugh, well, there is no lucky guy…” you grumbled, frantically collecting your stuff, eyes rapidly flitting to your wristwatch to check the hour. Your lunch break was over. It was time to go back to your office and weep on piles of documents until your boss dismissed you for the day.

Your friend stood up as well, hands shoved in the pockets of his slacks, eyebrow arched inquisitively “The Hell are you waiting for then? Go ahead and ask someone out”.

“You make it sound so easy”.

“Because it’s easy! You don’t have to pick someone you are dying after and beg them to accompany you, you know? — Akaza instructed you, as you two stepped back into the busy hallway, feet leading you to the elevators automatically — Ask a friend who doesn’t have a date. Like, ‘hey, buddy, I heard you got no date for the party. Wanna go together?’. I mean, I’d find it hot if a girl took the initiative and asked me out” he winked at you, before patting on your shoulder encouragingly and jogging towards the staircase, as he always did. He really did not like elevators, did he?

You smiled softly, gaze following him until he disappeared from your sight and you could finally enter the cubicle leading you up to the pit of vipers residing at the fifth floor. You were glad Akaza had given you something to mull over for a while. The hours you were going to spend glued to your desk were going to be a tad more bearable. This and your handsome co-worker you undeniably had a crush on. Glancing at him, from time to time, fingers furiously tapping on the keys of the worn-out keyboard of your laptop, was calming. He was a placebo, a professional, handsome man who made life easier by helping you out when he realized you were on the verge of a breakdown. Michikatsu Tsugikuni, the same man who always made sure to come back with a spare coffee for you, when he took a small break for himself.

You were lost in your thoughts again, daydreaming about that tall adonis, hurriedly marching to your work position, and too distracted to realize you were on a collision course with someone. Inevitably, you bumped against a firm chest. Your bag and folders tumbling down and drawing judgemental gazes from your colleagues engrossed in their works signaled your downfall . You apologetically flicked your gaze up, ready to profusely excuse yourself, when your eyes met a pair of ruby red ones. Oh, the world stopped revolving for a second. How ironic was it? You spoke of the actual devil and he manifested himself before you in all his glory.

“Are you alright?” he asked you, chivalrously helping you to pick your stuff back up.

Your mouth felt like chalk, but you forced yourself to spit out a response “Yeah, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me… If anything, it’s my fault” you said defeatedly, fingers curling around the heavy folder he handed you so tightly your knuckles turned white. You were about to explode. Probably, he could tell you were not quite close to be fine. Your body language spoke volumes.

Michikatsu inspected your face, hooded eyes masterly catching the signs of your discomfort “I don’t think you are doing good. If you need to go home, I can tell Mr. Kibutsuji you were sick” he offered, as if the mere mention of that monster’s name did not cause people to turn pale. Michkatsu had no problem in speaking to your boss. He was his right hand man, after all. They were close, indeed. You knew that Mr. Kibutsuji would have believed anything he said without questioning the authenticity of the informations reported.

You faintly smiled and shook your head “I promise, I’m fine. I’m probably just a little stressed out. The last thing I needed to worry about was Douma’s party. I think I will have to turn down the invitation anyway, so… Yeah, I’m ready to immerge myself in emailing the interns the new projects” you rambled, shrugging as you tried to walk off and lock yourself in your small angle of paradise for the rest of the day.

You were surprised to hear Michikatsu calling your name, though, causing you to halt and reluctantly turn your head to the side to look back at him “Is there a specific reason why you are not going? I thought you were looking out for it”.

You stiffened, heart thrumming against your ribcage violently, his sudden interest in you both flattering and eating you alive. Why pretending, though? He was nothing but a polite man. He probably even had a date to escort to the fancy rooftop, a girl to spoil and undress later in the privacy of his bedroom, after lingering touch and scorching kisses stolen in the car.

“I was, right. Unfortunately, I don’t have a date” you confessed, ready to receive yet another suggestion to go ahead and ask someone to be your safe haven for the night. Too bad you were wrong, because the next words coming out of his mouth made you see the light at the end of the tunnel and you had to bite the insides of your cheeks not to squeal on the spot.

Michikatsu fixed his necktie heedlessly, probably just out of habit “By sheer coincidence, I don’t have a date as well. I was on my way to tell Douma I won’t join him tomorrow” he declared, your eyes gradually widening as Akaza’s words echoed in your mind like a mantra. You could ask him to come with you. You could. You had to have the guts to do that.

What was the worst thing that could have happened? That you were going to embarrass yourself in front of the entire team of coworkers? The Hell with that. It was time to spread your wings and show your teeth.

You cleared your throat, holding the folder to your chest protectively “Oh, well, in that case… How about we go together? We both don’t have a date and it’d be depressing working overtime to digest the fact we didn’t attend the party everyone went to” you blurted out way too quickly than you liked. The damage was done, though. You had thrown your decency out of the window, baring your tender neck to a potentially categorical refusal.

Michikatsu stared at you in silence for a few seconds, brows furrowing, as he contrived to make up his mind and provide you a response. Burgundy hues shimmering under the artificial, bleached lights of the spotlights lined up for the entire length of the corridor, he looked back at you in determination “Would you be satisfied with such an arrangement?”.

“Of course! I think it’d be beneficial for the both of us. I want to attend the party and you decidedly need a small break from all of this” you pointed out, your confidence exponentially boosted by the time he sighed and nodded his head in a silent agreement. He was an irreprensive hard-worker. Mr. Kibutsuji acknowledged his dedication to the Industry and, occasionally, he made sure to either surprising him with a wage rise, or let him escort him to a couple of the fancy dinners he was frequently invited at.

However, he never granted him a vacation and anybody could tell Michikatsu was beyond exhausted.

“Then, I guess you got yourself a deal. Would you like me to pick you up?” he asked, ignoring the way your stupid heart began to run a marathon in your chest. If only he knew how ecstatic you were to know him better. With a firm nod of your head, you accepted his offer and, on your way to your office, you mentally thanked Akaza for his brazen suggestion to break the mould and get what you wanted.

The following day you were way too excited to focus on the dreadful morning reunion with your boss. You did not listen to a single word coming out of his mouth and, to be honest, you were pretty sure he had noticed the way you were doodling on the papers instead of taking notes. To save the day, though, was Daki who walked in the room unannounced to show Mr. Kibutsuji some alarming news. You watched him flee in a hurry, hands gesturing for you all to leave and factually giving up on his chance to let his snippy comments ruin your mood. For once, you were glad his competitor was determined to bring him war.

Soon enough, you were back home, dolled up and waiting in the living room for your date to show up at your door. You were not surprised you had taken extra care of yourself, meticulously styling your hair with a silver hairpin, following a professional tutorial for the make up and even wearing that daring red dress you had never had the occasion to wear since you had bought it three months ago. You had a plunging neckline, the fabric hugging your curves and exalting the shape of your body in a extremely eye-catching way that could draw a lot of attention. Still, you could blame it on the dress code required by the host. Douma just had an inclination for contemplating beautiful women and having them fawning on him like lapdogs.

The unmistakable buzz of your phone indicated your date had arrived. Taking a deep breath, you left your flat in a frenzy. Waiting for you in a shiny black car, Michikatsu was impeccable. Upon spotting you approaching his car, he unlocked the car door and swiftly got out of the vehicle to open it for you.

“You look ravishing” he said, subtly and respectfully checking you out. You felt his gaze, intense, yet not too intrusive, on your body. Surely, he was not used to see you in anything else besides pastel shirts and tight trousers. He seemed genuinely amazed by the effort you had made to he his date.

You courteously bowed your head, a small smile curling your red-painted lips “Thanks! You will probably have to thank Douma for that, though. — you said, before entering the car — By the way, you are sticking up to the stereotypical gentleman date any girl dreams about” you joked, spotting the pale imitation of a smile creep on his lips.

“We better be on our way”.

The rooftop of The Blue Spider Lily Grand Hotel radiated opulence. You did not expect less from the scion of a millionaire family financing Mr. Kibutsuji’s Industry. You were also not disappointed by the extravagant suit Douma was ostentatiously showing off. The man at your right grimaced imperceptibly at the red texture embellished with golden arabesques. Proceeding, in an angle of the rooftop, wearing a lowcut crimson red dress, you recognized Nakime. Next to her, a timid Tamayo sipped on cocktail. She was wearing an elegant white tailleur, styled with some red details to blend in the theme chosen by the eclectic host. Now, you had to admit the pair looked good together. They were balanced, not the types to make people talk about them.

A warm hand resting delicately on the small of your back got your attention “Would you like something to drink?” Michikatsu asked you, glad to lead you off to the counter and order something for you.

“Yes, please. I don’t think I could stand the sight of that peacock any longer without some alcohol in my bloodstream” you jested, sitting on the leather stool as he slided on the one next to yours. A moment of needed intimacy to start the night was needed. The music was still low, allowing people to interact without having to scream at the top of their lungs. You could go with the flow until it started to look like a circus.

Two flûtes of champagne were the first drink you two shared. You gazed up at Michikatsu, squinting inquisitively over the rim of the glass to observe your date inspecting the yellowish alcoholic substance in the glass with repugnance. You almost found it amusing, albeit a little out of place.

“Is the champagne’s quality low?” you asked, quirking your eyebrow up.

“Not quite. — Michikatsu cleared your doubts — I don’t particularly like drinking” he admitted, eyes meeting your fleetingly. He seemed tensed, for the first time ever since you had arrived. He was hiding something.

You took a sip of your drink “Well, it’s a party. Maybe you should try to open your horizons a little more. It’s Friday, which means no work tomorrow…” you hazardously played the part of the she-devil alluring him in the depths of perdition. You were tired of pretending you did not wish for you two to grow closer. A new drinking buddy, a new close friend could not harm you in any way. Even if you were irrevocably falling for him a little more with every passing minute.

Michikatsu hummed, eyeing you torn between not letting this rare opportunity to cast his inhibitions away go wasted and remaining the composed version of himself everybody knew.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. — Michikatsu replied, leaving the real reasons behind his reluctance undiscovered — I need to drive you back home safely. What man would I be, if I called you a uber?” he pondered, settling the flûte back on the polished counter in front of him.

Your cheeks heated up at that declaration, eyes glittering in admitation and driven by the romantic scanarios you were illuding yourself to experience in a few hours. There you were, the old back delusional girl who loved so easily. However, you were not having it. Calling out the bartender, you whispered an order in his ear and looked back at your drinking buddy for the night.

“And what a man would you be, if you did not share some drinks with your date? A woman’s whim, you know? I’m pretty sure you don’t want to let me down like that” you confidently countered back, winking at him as the young man behind the counter slided six shots of whiskey in front of you two.

You saw the jaw of the man besides you clench, eyes darting away from the glasses to your grinning face. You were impressively stubborn. And he liked it. You were stunning that night like every other day at work. You were strong-willed, cunning, enthralling. Mentally cursing himself, he therefore grabbed a shot and, raising a toast, he downed it. Your proud smile burned his heart more than the alcohol did to his throat.

You were not expecting you two you stumble back into your home, Mr. Kibutsuji shooting vitriolic glares at you two on his way out of your flat. You two were in no conditions to drive back home. Swaying around, you had barely made it to your car until Mr. Kibutsuji spotted you two attempting to open Michikatsu’s car. There was no way he could lose his right hand man and even you over car accident. He kindly drove you two to your house with his own car, ordering his chauffeur to take the lead of Michikatsu’s Audi.

“Oh, he is never going to forgive us. Damn it, did you see his face?” Michikatsu’s drawled out, tossing his jacket over your sofa, barely standing on his feet. He was disheveled, his necktie loosened around his neck, gilet unbuttoned, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He was hot. Way too hot to handle in your condition.

You chortled, unable to take the whole ordeal seriously “What’s the worst he can do? Fire us? We’ll good for him! I wanna see him go bald from promoting Douma and confiding on his lame skills!” you quipped, tossing your heels off and walking up to him.

Michikatsu snorted, before chuckling under his breath. He could not contain himself any longer. The room seemed to spin around him, the sensation reminding him of when he was a kid and he used to ride on a local carousel with his brother… Until his eyes landed on you. The center of his gravity, his hands gripping your forearms, firmly but not enough to harm you. He had to stabilize himself, but you were unsteady yourself. Before you knew it, you were flattened against the floor with your hot coworker hovering over you.

His hot breath fanned your lips, parted in the pleasant surprise to feel his muscular body crashing yours.

“I’m so fucking sorry” he murmured, large hands on each side of your head making it impossible for your eyes to stray away from him.

“For what?” you meekly asked, chest heaving, your breathing rhythm almost bordering the line of hyperventilation.

“For this… — he started, closing his eyes, before brushing his nose against yours — But not for this” he continued, lips molding against yours in a slow, mind-blowing kiss sending your mind blank. Was it real? Were you so drunk you were having episodes? No. It was real, it was happening and your arms looping around his board shoulders were the unconfutable proof you were welcoming this sudden kiss like a starving man accpeting a burger from a stranger.

His tongue swept over your bottom lip, delving into your mouth to coax you to whimper out against his lips. The temperature was raising exponentially, his hands were gliding down the curves of your body, shamelessly groping you through the fabric of your dress.

“Bloody Hell, what am I doing…” he muttered, still not stopping, when his nimble fingers began to fumble with the elastic band of your underwear beneath the skirt of your dress. You flinched when you heard some seams ripping, but your own heart was bursting in your chest that very moment.

The pads of his fingers, cool against your boiling skin, sent frissons over the skin of your thighs. You were both out of your minds, but still somehow able to get a grip of yourselves. The only issue was that nor you, neither him felt like stopping. The flame fueled by your hunger was growing strong, like a wild incendio. You exhaled through your nostrils, biting on your lower lip, intently watching Michikatsu discard your torn underwear away, eagerly parting your thighs and running his fingers over your already clammy slit in fascination. You wondered how he even managed to keep a mostly serious expression while clearly tipsy and involved in such unprofessional activities.

“You rambled about wanting to act like a man back at the party. I’ll be damned, if that’s not what you’re doing” you chimed, mouth parting and taking the shape of a ‘o’, when he plunged his fingers into your sappy cunt.

He flicked his gaze up to lock eyes with you, dipping his mouth down to plant another kiss to your lips, effectively smudging your lipstick “I don’t have condoms, though… If you wish to stop at this, it’s understandable” he warned you, curling his fingers into you to stimulate your spongy sweet spot.

You panted, spine arching, head shaking to express your wanton “I want it. Don’t deprive me of this” you pleaded him, before he deliberately splayed his hand over your cleavage and let it slide up to your neck. You gasped, breath hitching in your throat, when he wrapped his fingers over your windpipe. Your head felt light, the pleasure engulfing your lower abdomen building up, amplified by the breath-play, until you melted under his touch.

You were barely able to collect yourself, clumsily remove your dress, that you had not registered him undressing himself. The mouth watering sight of his sculpted abdomen, of his pectorals and the impressive length slapping against his navel caused you to feel so petite compared to him.

Michikatsu did not waste any more time. He grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs against your chest, before lining up to your entrance. You were trembling in anticipation, the bulbuous head of his cock teasing your weeping hole.

“Will you be a woman for me? Can you take me in? Can I fuck you raw on this carpet, Y/N?” he rasped out, making sure to push and pull back a few times before finally sheathing himself deep into you.

“Yes! Yes, fuck—” you choked out, the stretch painful at first. Your walls spasmed around his length, sucking him in as they adjusted to the intrusion. Folded in half, you submitted to your stolid coworker, to the kind man who checked on you during rough days, to the very man who was now grunting deeply above you as he thrusted into you aggressively.

Your toes curled, high-pitched moans falling from your lips, as you felt him fill you up repeatedly. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass was embarrassing. The way juices were oozing out of you made you feel so dirty. And the way he spurted his warm seed over your belly was the sign he still acted responsible even when he was out of his mind.

“I ought you another date” he groaned out, collapsing besides you. Yeah, he definitely had to treat you a dinner now.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! I am slowly trying to take care of all the requests I had got and that are patiently waiting in my inbox to be done! I think this one had been marinating in my drafts for over a year and it was a shame to leave it half-finished. I have missed writing for Demon Slayer, sigh. Also, the exam season has officially begun! Bear with me!

Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated.

Until next,

Luce

[komoboko]

Respectfully requesting Kokushibo with a cheerful human fem!reader during the winter pls??🙏🏻🙏🏻

I can imagine the reader throwing him snowballs and he's just 🧍🏻‍♂️

Also I DISCOVERED YOUR BLOG JUST YESTERDAY AND IMMEDIATELY FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR SCRUMPTIOUSLY BEAUTIFUL WRITING🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬

Kokushibo Tsugikuni x gn!reader

THIS WAS WAY TO FUN TO WRITE

You and kokushibo have very different views on how people enjoy the winter season.

Lots of people enjoy the winter season. the holiday season is coming in, Mew sports and activities people can enjoy, the first snow falling. Winter is a fun season, you believed kokushibo could understand this to.

He could not.. not even close.

Kokushibo believes the winter season is fun for demons but a suffering period for “mortals” as he says. Demons thrive with the lack of prominent sunlight to pray on the weak who grow more sickly in these times and the lack of food and fresh crops that can grow in these conditions. He lost most of his thoughts about his days when he was human during the winter itself.

Maybe you just needed to introduce him to all the fun things you could actually do during the winter. Remind him of how you assume the winter was when he was human, at least you could hope he had fun during the winter.

So the moment you could find kokushibo with no time in his hands you bundled up and dragged him outside to show him the “mortal customs” during the winter. While kokushibo did nothing to stop you, you couldn’t say he didn’t have his complaints.

“You shouldn’t be out here.” He vocalizes as you trudge outside into the snow, you could only laugh at his concern turning towards him once your far enough outside. “It’s fine, you need to understand how fun it is for us in the winter.”

He only blinks as he watches you gather snow in your hands, watching your movements in confusion. “The human body is pitiful and weak. Your life span only last so long and you’re prone to gaining illness much quicker than any other species.” Before he can finish his monologue a snowball fires hitting right at his chest.

You have a more prideful look on your face at hitting him despite his body not having even flinched on impact. He’s heard village children call this “snowball fighting” so maybe in reality you’re just trying to spare with him? If you insist, he’ll oblige with your strange customs.

You however couldn’t be happier to see he was at least trying to learn about the winter season. A smile rises on your face until it’s wiped off when a massive pile of snow crashes into you. A sigh escapes your lips as you feel somebody brush the snow off your face only to meet eye to eyes with kokushibo. A half satisfied look on his face.

“You aren’t supposed to throw that much snow..” you mutter pulling yourself out of the snow, wiping the rest off of your shoulders. “I thought we were sparing are we not?” He asks as you can only laugh. Maybe you should try something much more simple.

Marching over to another patch of snow you turn back to kokushibo with a determined smile on your face. “You’ve built a snowman before yes?” Kokushibo nods, this was much more progress compared to snowball fighting! “How about we try and build one ourselves?” You add as kokushibo turns gathering snow himself.

You take time to make the snowman, trying to make all three of the snowballs as even as possible, using the best sticks you could find only the highest quality materials to make the best snowman yet. Even using some of your own sweaters just to bring it over the edge. “Kokushibo have you finished?” You ask having not noticed the demon standing next to you.

“I’ve been waiting for you to finish.” He replies as you nearly jump hearing his voice. You shoulders tense but you turn to stare at the demon “well since you’ve seen mine I guess, how about we see yours?” Kokushibo turns to his snowman as you follow suit. You expect the bare minimum at least, the classic three snowballs but maybe rocks for eyes instead of pebbles. Or it being extra tall instead?

Kokushibo does not meet your expectations.

To your complete shock kokushibo somehow has managed to carve a replicate of himself in such a short amount of time. Everything was completely accurate down to even the smallest design on his kimono. Kokushibo seems to sense your shock and attempts to reassure you.

“Despite the short amount of time your snowman was well made based on human standards.” You can only stare at him before nodding your head, a small smile appearing on your face.

Maybe he just might enjoy something else, maybe these weren’t his cup of tea. There is always other things you can try, and it seems you already made progress with getting him to like the winter season.

Before you have time to think of something else, you’re caught off guard when you sneeze all of the sudden. Maybe it’s just allergies? It’s very common during these seasons after all, kokushibo begs to differ.

He only grabs you by the collar to bring you back inside muttering something about, “humans are so stubborn always discarding their mortality.” You started tuning him out when you realize his ramble is still going. Back to square one, again.

Maybe next week you can give it a go with something new. He’ll get it eventually! I mean, you hope he will at least..

[n0n-sen-se]

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐒/𝐎!

includes ;; muzan, kokushibo, doma, akaza, hantengu + clones, gyokko, gyutaro, daki, nakime, rui, enmu content ;; tw: blood/mentions of blood, fluff (?), possessiveness, jealousy, slight yandere themes (?), biting a/n ;; just wanted to remind those who forgot! marechi refers to a special (intoxicating to demons) blood quality that only a handful of humans possess! + i wanted to include as many demons as i could, so apologies for the long post!

☆☆☆ # muzan kibutsuji !

he's known it since the start. in fact, it does make you special to him, its the reason why he noticed you so blatantly amidst other humans in the first place.

would try to use your blood in his research. after all, when would he get his hands on another marechi again? another 50 years?

but unfortunately for him. . . he's very fond of you.

at the back of his mind, whenever he takes you out for the night or watches you resting, he thinks to himself: when will you, and your blood outlive its usefulness? and when would be the perfect time to turn you into a demon?

surely you'd be very impressive as a demon.

he smiles to himself at the thought, looking over at your sleeping form with a tender feeling blooming inside of his chest.

☆☆☆ # kokushibo !

its. . . not surprising in the least. he could tell right away that something was off about you. its only when you clumsily hurt yourself that he confirms that you are a marechi.

he can suppress the urge to bite or eat you well enough, your just-- intoxicating to him altogether.

he likes to be near you now more than ever, accepting any kind of physical touch as a comfort.

likes to have you sit on his lap or have a hand on you whenever he can.

he would not allow any other demon (or anyone in general) to lay their hands upon you.

takes it as a challenge when someone oversteps their boundaries to you. will become violent as he's extremely protective of you + with added heft because of the fact that you are a marechi

☆☆☆ # doma !

he, like all the other demons, know just how rare a marechi is!

if he thought you weren't distracting before-! NOW, you are all he can think of

better than anything his followers could give him; no jewels, no gold, no praise could ever be worth more (it couldn't before he learned this, but now! now that he knows he's ecstatic!)

you whole-heartedly hold his all of his affections and adoration!

doesn't like the idea of fighting others over you (if its a lesser demon or a lower rank, he'll demolish them without a second thought. . .) but fighting someone like kokushibo is unthinkable!

but you know. . . he would.

becomes extremely possessive over you, not quite jealous per se. . . but he does need to know where you are at all times + occupy your space almost 24/7

gosh, you are just so damned precious aren't you?

☆☆☆ # akaza !

learning that you're a marechi is honestly. . . pretty bad news.

he worries that something bad could happen to you (being involved with demons after all) and that there's a chance he can't protect you like he wants

he doesn't mind your blood (his training disciplines him enough to not mind the fact that you're literally intoxicating)

spends a bit too much time with you, reassuring you that he's there for you and holding you. (side note: loves when you lay on him)

would not do anything without your permission, but if he thought turning you into a demon or hiding you was the right thing to do, he would say so

other than that, he's still your partner, through and through

☆☆☆ # hantengu + clones !

someone would have to point out to hantengu that you were, in fact, a marechi. and if that person was an upper rank demon, you can bet his personalities would split in fear

sekido, turns his rage onto the other clones and demons. they are inferior and could not keep you safe like he could

karaku, would love spending time with you, who cares about your. . . very potent blood? he's way more affectionate now that he knows

aizetsu, is (obviously) devastated to learn this. what if he's unable to protect you?. . . like karaku, he likes to be near you, laying his head on your lap when he can for comfort.

urogi, adores you! being a marechi doesn't really change a thing about what he thinks

zohakuten, is the one who can 'actually' protect you and makes it his sole purpose. after all, you do mean everything to him, its his job to do so.

when the clones learn about your blood, everything seems to be scaled up to 100 with them. . .

☆☆☆ # gyokko !

ugh! this is perfect! perfect! PERFECT!

it took him a moment too long to catch onto that-- particular smell that always followed you. he was always too preoccupied on his work or trying to garner your attention to realize it!

then it hit him like a pile of bricks.

you were a marechi! his own one of a kind work of art!

your blood crafted by the gods themselves and blessed upon him! of all people!

like the ❛true work of art❜ you are, he likes to flaunt and taunt the other demons with his relationship to you. (would definitely do that thing where he hides behind you and sticks his tongue out at them)

his body/tail is almost always encircling you (protective or possessive gesture? . . . maybe a bit of both)

i mean, in his eyes, you've always carried unique + immense beauty; but to have all the other demons jealous of him is the cherry on top! for a while (maybe a few decades or so) you and your presence become his ultimate muse

☆☆☆ # gyutaro !

conflicted about the fact when he finds out.

what is he supposed to do with you now? of course, of course! on top of being flawless in his eyes you're also a damned marechi! ACTUALLY FLAWLESS

(he's pissed off + currently picking the hell out of his skin with anxiety and frustration)

how could you hide something like this from him?! then, he calms down as ❛all is revealed to him❜

you're his, plain and simple. what's there to be jealous or insecure about? the problem (in his mind) lies within the other demons

currently: a little more clingy and teasing towards you. definitely likes to try and embarrass you by showering you with affection

overall, just indulging in your presence.

☆☆☆ # daki !

would not be able to tell on her own that you're a marechi, and when she learns that you are-- its like a dark heavy veil falls upon her: ❛you. . . WHAT?!!!❜

would try to bite you, and there's like a 50/50 chance she regrets the thought. or actually does it. . .

hopes you'll ❛get over it❜ and come cuddle with her again ♡

without a doubt, she thinks no one could over-power her to get to you (when/if proved wrong) she starts to cry because 1, she's weaker than she thought and 2, because what's going to happen to you if she can't protect you?

if she did ask her brother for help, she'd actually doubt him too. would gyutaro try and take you? because she'd fight with him too. . . just wouldn't want to resort to that.

she's not overtly possessive, but your dead wrong if you think she wouldn't be the literal embodiment of jealousy

would be really proud to be with you

☆☆☆ # nakime !

the biwa demon tries to care less when its revealed to her that you're a marechi:

❛is that a fact?❜

you've always been her source of comfort, its usually very reassuring to have you near her. . . but lately, its hard for her to concentrate on-just about anything she does.

is whole-heartedly trying to focus on her biwa and physically wincing at every missed note. . . but how can she when you're just sitting there overwhelming her thoughts?!

she's always adored your attention, and now that playing her instrument has become a tad distracting to her. . . she likes to spend time with you personally. you're thoughts on her infinity castle? would you like a tour of her favorite spots? and one new feature she is currently in love with is: holding your hands in hers.

wouldn't like confrontation with other demons, a physical fight is off the table. . . but she could sure hide you better.

☆☆☆ # rui !

accidentally cuts you with a string while the two of you are playing cats cradle.

is very interested in a ❛marechi❜ (at first he doesn't know what to call you as he's never encountered someone with your kind of blood before)

is over protective, to the point of casual violence (will casually slice up a demon that thinks you'd make a good meal)

besides the effect it has on other demons, rui doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. from the smell to the physical effects your blood has on him. . . its pretty minimal

but he can always be jealous-- and petty (he's 100% smiling at the prospect of fighting other demons over you)

really. he wouldn't allow anything to separate you from him. not because of anything. so your stuck with him, marechi or not.

☆☆☆ # enmu !

initially thinks that this is a WONDERFUL revelation!

then he's internally conflicted by the idea of eating you or spending his life with you. and will be for a long time.

dammit! just give him some of your blood!

becomes pesky pesky enmu.

and does revel in the fact that he can just openly lay on you, bothering and being as close as possible to you!

wants to spend a ton of time with you now that he knows + starts asking questions

finally thinks that turning you into a demon could be an amazing idea! : would your special blood make you stronger? would you be stronger than him? oh the possibilities!

but. . . as much as he loves having fun with you. . . he does care about your health. . . a little too much. everything in him is so conflicting right now.

[vrystalius]

HELLOOO! Can you write a kokoshibo x reader were the reader kissed him out of no where and then it gets kinda heated (THEY START MAKING OUT)! No smut! Just suggestive 🙏 TY IF YOU DO MY REQUEST

Surprise kiss

You just wanted to tease your husband a little during his meditation by kissing his nose.

Pairing: Kokushibo x gn!reader

Here’s the surprise kiss with Douma and Akaza <3

He has been mediating all day and night now. What is he even thinking about? Is Kokushibo thinking about anything at all? Or is he brooding about something? You never knew the difference, his face always remains the same. What does he look like when he’s happy, sad or angry? Well, you’ve seen him get angry before, or at least mildly infuriated at Douma’s antics. But today, you decided to find out what his face looks liar when he gets surprised by your sweet, sweet affections!

You slowly crouched towards the kneeling form of , trying to catch any movement in his expression. You’re really praying that Kokushibo is not sensing your presence or else you might be met with his judgmental stare. You know that one very well. Finally, you lunged at him and peppered his face in light kisses, giggling a little. He let out a small confused grunt, instinctively wrapping his hands around your waist.

“What is the meaning of this?”

His voice was a little deeper than usual and Kokushibo had his lower and upper eyes still closed. His expression was unsurprisingly, again, unmoving and unimpressed. Although you swore you saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes, but he did not seem flustered or even surprised at all… So much for wanting to see a different expression on his face. Your smile started to drop and you pouted at him.

“I just wanted to surprise you.”

He nodded and continued to look unimpressed. His arms were still steadily wrapped around your waist, his grip started to get a little tighter, pulling you a little closer onto his lap.

“You managed to achieve that.”

Kokushibo’s voice dropped by an octave, his lips hovering right over yours. He firmly grabbed your chin and angled your face for him. Your breath hitched for a moment when you felt his cold lips on yours. His hand moved downwards to your neck, his fingers grazing against the delicate nape of your skin, silently asking for permission for something. He slowly pulled away from your lips with his eyes half hooded. A small smirk spread on his lips.

“May I?…”

Your small nod told him everything he needed to know. Kokushibo slowly leaned in, his teeth grazing the fragile skin on his neck. He placed a couple light kisses before finally gently biting down. Pain washed over you but was quickly followed by a wave of excitement and something similar to pleasure. The demon hummed loudly at the taste of your sweet blood on his lips, his hands slowly rubbing up and down your sides. You felt your husband shudder a little in your arms before pulling away. Your blood was slowly dripping down his chin. He wiped it off with his sleeve.

“Divine. You are truly divine.”

Finally, you noticed how dazed his expression looked. All six of his eyes are closed and his lips curved into a small, almost unnoticeable smirk. Kokushibo’s expression looked satisfied, seemingly content with the taste of your blood on his tongue. You’re actually quite familiar with that expression, you’ve seen it a couple times during certain activities.

“It’s hard to resist and bite you again. You are testing my self-control. Again.”

💠

Thank you for requesting and so sorry it took so long! By the way, I’ll be going on a three day class-trip tomorrow and I’m not sure if I’ll find the energy or time to write anything, but I’ll try to write something in advance and just edit and post it every day! Hope you understand and enjoy them! And thank you for your continued support, we’re almost at 400 followers and I only started posting/writing a month ago. I’m surprised how well my things are being perceived and I’m forever grateful for all of you! <3

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

And really, really take care of yourselves. Remember that you are important!

[supernovacoffeestop]

Thinking. .

No proofread, probably a lot of gramatical errors since english is not my first language. Thinking about Demon!Time traveller!Reader who had fallen in love with the cold Upper Moon One , having being turned into a demon because of him, being mesmerized by his presence even when she was about to die. And after being turned into a demon is always trying to get his attention, eating more humans so she could get powerfull enough to get in the Twelve Kizuki's and see him more times. Demon!Reader who is not even near in power with Upper Moon Six, but still keep trying, not for Muzan, not for power, but for him. That when she's able to catch a bit of his attention, is like her heart was exploding. Even if her entire love is driven by her own delusions, she is just too deep to stop now. Demon!Reader, who ended up being saved by Upper Moon One again when she was about to die by the hand of a strong slayer in the Infinity Castle battle, even if not on purpose (or maybe it is, you could swear you've been feeling his six eyes on you the entire fight.) Demon!Reader that discover that her Kekkijutsu is time manipulation in the end of the battle, right after his death, filling her up with nothing but the anger and pain of losing the one who was her reason to keep getting stronger. Demon!Reader who keep going back in time again, and again, and again, until she almost don't have strength anymore, just to try to save him, to try to change the waters, that maybe she could forge a timeline where they both could live, even if was demon's together. But, she always fails, like it's a event that she can't stop, she's always one step back even when she goes back in time, even if she has the knowledge of what's going to happen, always weaker, always too slow to reach in time. Demon!Reader, who then goes back in time again, in a last attempt to save him, and ends up on the Sengoku Era. Demon!Reader, who meets Michikatsu Tsugikuni.

[doumadono]

My dearest friend. Now, it's my turn to place an emergency request. I'm in an emotionally abusive relationship and have no way out at present. I'm stuck away from home with nowhere to go and not even a career to fall back onto.

When I go out for my evening walks, I always stare at the moon, imagining that my beloved Kokushibo rescues me from it all. And....that's my request: being rescued by Upper Moon One.

Please take your time as this is simply an aggrevation of years and years of a chronic condition. And feel free to change the reason for me being rescued if the real-life reason is too confronting. Lysm 💞💞💞

A/N: My dear friend, I'm truly sorry to hear about the difficult situation you find yourself in. Yet, you have the strength to overcome this, and brighter days are ahead. Don't lose hope, and keep moving forward ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

In the eerie stillness of the night, as you gazed at the moon's pale glow during your evening walks, you held onto a secret wish. A yearning that transcended reality, a longing for escape from the torment of your emotionally abusive relationship. Little did you know, the universe had other plans.

One fateful evening, as you wandered along your familiar path, your eyes fixated on the moon's silvery visage. The world around you seemed to fade away, and you whispered a silent plea to the heavens.

As your heart poured its anguish into the night, the moonlight shimmered and swirled, forming an ethereal gateway. The air around you grew heavy, laden with an eerie presence. You stumbled back in awe and trepidation as a figure emerged from this otherworldly portal.

It was Kokushibo. His cold, yellowish irises bore into yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Dressed in his distinctive kimono, he radiated power and a kind of dark beauty that was both captivating and terrifying.

Without a word, Kokushibo extended a pale hand, beckoning you to him. His voice, like a haunting melody, echoed in your ears. "Come with me, and leave your suffering behind. I've been keeping an eye on you for quite a while."

As you took his hand, you felt a surge of otherworldly energy coursing through your veins. The two of you ascended into the night sky, leaving your earthly troubles behind.

The journey with Kokushibo through time and space was an astonishing blur of wondrous sights and sensations. It happened so swiftly that it was difficult to process every detail, but what remained etched in your memory was its breathtaking beauty.

As the journey with Kokushibo came to a sudden halt, you opened your eyes, having squeezed them shut to shield yourself from the overwhelming beauty of your cosmic voyage. When your vision cleared, you found yourself in a room that contrasted starkly with the celestial expanse you had just traversed.

This new space was intimate and warm, with wooden walls that exuded a comforting, earthy scent. The wooden floors felt solid and familiar beneath your feet. A single futon was laid out, inviting and cozy, offering respite after your ethereal adventure. The room held a few decorative items, their presence adding a personal touch to the space. On the wooden walls, you noticed intricate designs and patterns that seemed to tell a story of their own.

You gazed up at the tall, enigmatic demon, shivers running down your spine as you stood in that wooden room. You couldn't help but ask the question that had been burning in your mind since your arrival, "Where am I?"

Kokushibo, Upper Moon One, regarded you with those penetrating thee pairs of yellowish eyes. His voice was both commanding and reassuring as he spoke, "You are in your new home, a sanctuary where you can feel safe. You don't have to worry here. I'm not here to hurt you. I've heard your pleas for many nights," he confessed, his words carrying the weight of the countless moments you had looked up to the moon, seeking solace. "I listened as you prayed to the heavens and even the depths of hell for help. And it seems," he continued, "the second one, the one from the depths of darkness, was the one to respond. You see, little human, sometimes the answers to our deepest desires come from unexpected places, in forms we could never have imagined." His words hung in the air, carrying a profound truth about the mysterious and often unpredictable nature of life's responses to our fervent calls for help.

Curiosity burning within you, you couldn't help but ask the question that weighed on your mind. "What am I going to be doing here?" you inquired, your voice quivering with anticipation.

Kokushibo met your gaze with a knowing smile, his eyes never leaving yours. "You," he began, "will become my apprentice. Here, I will teach you everything there is to know about vengeance."

A small, determined smile crept onto your lips as you nodded in response. This was the very opportunity you had dreamt of, the chance to learn the means of retribution and take vengeance on the person who had inflicted so much pain upon you. The thought of turning the tables and finding a way to reclaim your power filled you with a renewed sense of purpose. With Kokushibo's guidance, you would embark on a path to reshape your own fate and confront the source of your deepest wounds.

[lyrefromthesea]

hiii i really love you blind!reader x hashira + Kokushibo 🫶

can you PLEASE write more of blind!reader x Kokushibo? like how they met OR how Kokushibo had “mysteriously” adored the reader after they first met OR how their relationship functions coz she doesn’t know that Kokushibo is a demon???

please and thank you so much 🙏 more grace and power to you

Kokushibo - Behind poisonous trees

author's note: i just received the notification that i've reached over 25 thousand hearts. thank you all for appreciating my work like this.

pairing: Kokushibo x blind!reader

content warning: reader (obviously) is blind, brief mention of blood, reader is described as she/her

he didn't know what led him down the thin path between rows of wisteria trees. demons kept away from the poisonous plants, knowing it could be the death of them, his behavior made no sense.

then again, he wasn't like every other demon. he was strong - the strongest - and had a mind of his own.

the path had been pulling at him, attaching to his sleeve and whispering coaxing words into his ears. he was promised a future if he just followed the mysterious way long enough.

yet he began to wonder after minutes of waiting, what could be at the end of this trail? it wasn't normal for humans to build areas like these - lonely and silent.

the thought consumed him until he saw a glimmer of hope in the distance. the path led to a small estate, clearly of older times. the building stood in the middle of a clearing, fully surrounded by wisteria trees.

the sight made unease spread through his body. this looked like a cage. a trap. a place no demon should visit.

but what intrigued him even more, made curiosity and caution consume him, was the faint scent of a single human being.

a marechi.

his speed picked up the slightest bit, bringing him towards the entrance of the clearing. he hadn't seen it from afar, but the clearing was filled with varieties of flowers.

who had planted them here? different colored waves of flora filled the scenery, letting the clearing look like an ocean.

"who goes there?" he froze, the voice he had heard - barely above a whisper - had been unlike anything he had heard.

soft. harsh. cold. warm. but most importantly - close.

he turned around in the blink of an eye, six eyes focusing on the single human being in front of him.

the human, who looked weirdly weak and still strong, had successfully moved right behind him. he didn't remember the last time someone managed to do that.

a hundred years ago? or maybe a few more. it must've been a strong swordsman who took him by surprise back then, but he couldn't remember his face.

"i asked you a question." the human stated, hand clenching around the stick in hand.

he felt his blood run cold, the woman in front of him wasn't a normal marechi. she looked too different - too similar.

he didn't think he'd be able to remember this face, but now it was all too clear to him.

she reminded him of his former wife.

it wasn't only her face, but also her demeanour. the way she carried herself. only that her eyes looked different - empty.

she almost appeared like she looked past him, as if her eyes observed a different world than his. and when his eyes wandered back to the stick in her hand, it all made sense.

she was blind.

"i did not mean to intrude." he answered, internally questioning himself for what he did. he was supposed to eat her, become stronger - stay the strongest. she was a marechi, if he didn't eat her, another demon would.

but his body remained stiff, his eyes staying on the woman. "i must've gotten lost."

he wasn't lost, he knew the way back. but his voice was betraying him, finding it hard to turn away from the woman.

"you're lost?" she asked, her voice having grown more soft. he watched her look up at the sky, as if she could see the stars wandering along the firmament.

"i see.. come inside, i have a guestroom to spare." he didn't know what brought her to this decision, but she was ready to let him in after just a few words.

perhaps she was brave. perhaps she was naive.

"there's no need, i will surely find my way back." he insisted, feeling the lump in his throat grow. something was holding him back from killing you right then and there.

he didn't understand, he was a demon and you a mere human. he was used to killing his victims with a single slice, watching the blood splatter and the live leave their eyes.

but somehow he couldn't lift a single finger with the intention to hurt you and he slowly came to realize that it wasn't only because of your similarity to his wife.

"i insist, there are demons lurking outside the woods, this is the only place to be safe." you answered, walking towards the small estate without another word. he watched you move with a silent grace lingering around your figure.

you must've walked through this area a hundred times already, as the accuracy of your step was phenomenal in his eyes.

he only snapped out of his quiet fascination when you opened the door, stopping and turning around just so you could face him. "i'll prepare some fresh food."

the invitation was left unanswered, at least no words came to accompany yours. instead his feet dragged him forward without his consent, silently longing for what was to happen next.

he was completely in your ban and he still hadn't noticed.

[kokusfluffyhair]

Hii :)) could I request yandere!Kokushibo x fem reader headcanons? <3

Yandere!Kokushibou x F!Reader Headcanons

+ He draws you in with how much of a gentleman he is

+ He is basically too perfect

+ He's very old-fashioned but in that cute and sweet kind of way, and he seems to be very pure in his heart

+ Either that, or he comes across as inexperienced ... or having forgotten about the experience he once had

+ But after you get deeper into your relationship, he shows his more possessive side

+ His jealousy has a tendency to take over and he can get aggressive if your eyes are moving away from him

+ He would grab an item of your clothing, pull you towards him, and growl in your ear "I'm ... over here"

+ Don't ever cheat on him unless you want to be unalived

+ The longer you stay in a relationship with him, the more obsessed he will get with you

+ He will force you to become a demon so he can never lose you "Do you ... doubt ... my love for you ... y/n ...? If you believe ... that I love you ... and only wish ... the best ... for you ... then you will allow me ... to bind us together ... for eternity ..."

+ When he leaves on missions, he keeps you locked in his wing so you cannot see other men unless it's Muzan because what can Kokushibou really do about that?

+ He claims that he locks you up for your own protection, because he doesn't want anyone to harm you while he's away "Y/n ... it is for ... your own good ... the world out there ... is too dangerous ... and cruel ..."

+ You're like a precious golden doll that must not ever be stolen away from him

+ Unfortunately, Douma got too close to the wing he keeps you in, and Kokushibou got suspicious that something was going on

+ He would have killed Douma, but Muzan forbade it, so instead he just cut him up multiple times

+ And you? He ties you up in his bedroom and interrogates you

+ He is willing to give you small cuts in your thighs with his katana if he thinks you are lying to him

+ After he becomes satisfied with your answers, he lets you down and apologises to you "I am sorry ... I know you would ... never ... betray me ... but Douma ... is too flirty ... and sometimes I worry ... you may be strayed ..."

[lavenderdropp]

ABYSSAL: [MERMAN! KOKUSHIBO /MICHIKATSU TSUGIKUNI X FEMALE! READER]

-> Chapter One: Purest of all

Warnings: mentions of injuries, drowning, blood and sea storm and amnesia.

The soft splash of the sea waves hugging the shore echoed throughout the land. Sea breeze brushing against their skin, acting as a reliever from the draining summer day which now came to its end with a lovely sunset. It could be considered as a reward for all the hard work done by her throughout the day. Just as the sky was being tainted in the blossoming hues of settling evening, their hearts melted with love and longing for one another. Salty waters of shore ends kissed her feet which were dangling down the wooden ramp as she was seated at the edge of it.

The maiden looked down at him. Her [eye color] orbs holding nothing but admiration and affection. For him. Her eyes comparable to that of a marble. So beautiful. So alluring as she had held him captivate under her gaze. Yet, she was unaware. Unaware of the hold she had upon him which tied his heart and soul to her. It was almost foolish that how vulnerable he felt in front of her. But he wouldn't have it the other way. As they succumbed into the moment, the only thing surrounding them was serenity. 

Her hands in his. 

The tender hold of her hands against his was simply blissful. Her mere presence was enough to calm the raging turmoil within him. She was the missing piece of his soul which completed the puzzle of his being. With her by his side it felt like his search for the unknown was complete. 

He was complete. 

A claw, embroidered with elegantly shimmering scales beneath the setting rays of sun, reached up to brush itself against the delicate texture of her cheek. She didn't flinch or tried to pry off his hand, instead she only leaned into it and smiled at him. She always managed to catch him off guard. No matter how many times she did that, it always felt new. Her reaction, it was different, different from what he had experienced throughout his life from others. He was used to the looks of fear and cowering figures beneath him. Yet, there was she, seated at the top of a wooden ramp which connected the land to the sea, gazing down at him with eyes filled with affection while he was submerged in the water as his tail helped his upper body to stay afloat upon the surface of the water.

A mutual madness, a mutual desire, and a mutual flowing emotion in the eyes as she leaned down and he leaned up slightly. Their faces inches apart. Their lips hovered over each other's lime a taunting indication of what might happen next. Senses on fire from the drug of love. Then their lips met-

Eye lids opened to reveal a pair of [eye color] iris, as cold as the ice, as shimmer-less as a rusted metal and devoid of any emotion. They were just empty. Slowly, a movement took place as they shifted to observe their surroundings. A wooden hurled room, number of barrels and a couple of ropes and fine weapons. 

The vertigo of rocking from left to right sent sensations down the body of the wooden blight on its voyage towards it's next destination unknown and undisclosed towards the figure bound by the shackles of metal forged by fire and repeated beating of a mighty hammer. The rocking motion made the wooden prison creak and groan from the perpetrator responsible for it's sick cradle of motion. However unlike an infant's cradle that was supposed to bring comfort, this was anything but comforting. 

Sensations from the rocking and creaking reached the numb body that slowly awoken from the deep slumber she had been in a moment ago. 

COLD.

Cold was the first sensation that returned to her. Stinging her awakened flesh like a string of wasps. Hurting and painful. Second was the throbbing and pulsating sensation clawing at the side of her head making her groan. Third was pins and needles and tiredness the more her body moved. And last was the cold of the metal shackles and chains, clanking with every small movement of her body.

They sounded together echoing in the dark as her arm reached out and she flipped onto her stomach. As if to insult her small triumph, a roll of thunder and strike of lightning sounded off from above. Lighting up the strange room just for a brief moment. Letting tired confused orbs get a glimpse of what might've been a ship's storage room. Tied barrels thumped against each other as the rocking continued with a roll of thunder off the tip of the storm's violent lashing tongue. 

The sounds muffled together in her ears as her vision swam about. Her ears ring. Her body stings. Her visions blur with roundabout darkness. Where was she? What had happened?

CRACK-!!

The harsh rocking back and forth increases suddenly increased from the left as a mighty wave must've crashed into this alleged ship's side. The bottom of the ship where the wave him made the floorboards push inwards briefly from the force used to smash into them. The entire room dipped right sending her rolling sideways around and around. Shackle chains clanking crazily and sounds leaving her mouth indescribable in the moment until with a final thud she collided face and stomach first into a line of crates where they leaned against the left wall. Other objects tumbled down around her thudding and crashing from the force of the ship leaning left.

A sharp hiss left her throat at the harsh welcome of the ship from her slumber. Eyes closing momentarily as she tried to take in whatever was happening.

What happened?

The answer to that question came as a sharp sting going throughout her head. Passing images were blur and negative. The train of thoughts seemingly halting at the absence of the pieces to the puzzle.

How do I get out of here? 

[eye color] orbs unveiled to search through her surroundings for a way to escape the hellish torment. It was as if the fate was playing a cruel joke with her. Waking up and finding herself tied up with no idea of where she was being sailed to. The growing headache and fatigue did not help either and she found herself helpless in the clutches of a threatening situation. 

But she knew she could not give up.

Not when she is in such situation. 

She had to stay alive. 

She promised--

Promise? 

What did she promise? And to whom? The side of her head stung painfully at the attempt to recall. All she got in the response was a pulsating disturbance clawing her mind which seemed to be not her own at this moment. 

Was it because of the way she was thrown around? Think. What was the last thing she remembered? She remembered...Eyes narrowed hard at the wooden floor. Her numb and fuzzy mind trying to comb through the fog which rolled over her memories. She remembered...a pain. A quick jabbing pain she had when she first passed out but that was it. She had no memory of anything else before or after that until she woke up here.

Where was here? A ship obviously. But how she got here or why was a mystery. When did she get here? Where was she heading? Judging by the rocking motion they were going somewhere. Why was she tied up? Who put her here? Her mind could only come up with blanks. Alright. Never-mind what she couldn't remember. Focus on what she does know. Firstly she was tied up. Secondly she was trapped somewhere. So her first order of business was just focusing on getting out of these shackles. Maybe there was a key somewhere.

Orbs slowly looked around at her surroundings but it was mostly dark except for the occasional lightning strike. Where would there be a ke-

THUD.

Any thought process was halted by the sounds of a loud thud. Followed shortly by more similarly sounded thuds one after another coming closer and closer and closer to the door at the far end of the room where she was.

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.

The sounds only halted right outside of the door as another lightning flash lit up the room from the tiny round window on the side wall. That to disappeared only to lit up the room again when the wooden door slammed open, revealing a pissed looking man holding a lantern in his hand. He was drenched, head to toe and his hair too sticking to his forehead. The storm seemingly had spat out it's wrath on him-- and his crew-mates as well since two more men soon appeared after him. 

"Sir, the woman is up!" 

"I too can see that, 'zander." Bit the said man as he as completely discarded any attempt to acknowledge the mentioned woman. "Just get the supplies and necessities you need and get back to work." 

"Who...are you? Where am I..?!" She mustered up the courage to question the man who continued to ignore her and look around for something that might fit his needs for the situation beforehand. 

"I'm talking to you!" She cried out again, a scowl plastered on her face which made her reflect on the feeling of the stick-en dried blood-path which has left a trail of red behind on the side of her face down her forehead. "Where am I being taken to?!" 

Her earlier disoriented state mended into the bubbling wrath and rush of adrenaline at the sight of her abductors. The earlier fatigue momentarily forgotten at the wake of anger and disgust.

It was then that the man finally turned around snarling his disgusting yellowed teeth at the girl. The other men momentarily looked up from picking up objects and moving things to look at her. She realized her mistake when the man stomped up to her, each heavy thud with his weight until he stood in front of her. A cry of pain left her mouth as a large hand snatched up the shackles on her wrists and pulled her painfully up into the air towards the snarling face.

"Quiet you stupid wench! Little betrayers like you don't get to talk!"

A hiss left her throat as she winced from the pain. Cracking one eye open just as another crack of lightning lit up his face. Betrayer? What was he talking about?

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play stupid. You're lucky to still be breathing where you lay."

"I'm not laying down!"

....A grin spread across his face. "You're right. My mistake. Lemme fix that."

She cried out as he let her go and with a hard thud landing on the floor at his feet. A bout of rude laughter was right after echoing throughout her already throbbing head and making her clamped her eyes shut. 

Stop it. Stop it. STOP IT!!

The sounds blurring with the storm outside thundered it's way to the mind. Pounding to the point nothing but a blurring blinding ringing in her ears could be heard from the storm or from those that'll be the victims of the bring deep before their very feet.

C R A C K

The world then dipped sideways knocking all to their sides with curses and yells. Thudding along the room from the ship tilting far left. A force from the outside brutally slamming into them from the depths below.

"What was that?!"

"We must've hit a reef or collided with a whale!"

"Get to the-"

CLASH RUMBLE went the thunder and lightning as the ocean claimed.

The ship began to rock from side to side and the temperature dipped to freezing cold in their veins from bodies thudding to and from from the force. Dark clouds obscured the moon. They rocked grimly in the darkness as black as death. The full moon’s light was painted silver, casting down rays of light with a ghostly glow. Underneath the moon, the rain moved towards them ike a veil of doom knitted with pretty lace by the grim reaper's skeletal hands. A ghastly wind yelled and groaned, rippling the surface of the raged ocean.

The heaved and tossed in the rising swell and the shrieks of the men cried out as they slid from side to and from the waves.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

Then all light disappeared as the cloaked sky blotted out the light of the moon other than the occasional lightning. She shrieked herself as she slid tumbling in circles as the storm downed out their screams and some force continued to slam against the floor pushing up harder and harder with each slam.

THUD THUD THUD

The floorboards pushed up with each desperate hit. 

THUD THUD THUD

Spiderweb cracks began forming in the creaking wood as it gave way.

T H U D.  T H U D.  T H U D.  

Water began seeping through between the cracks and crevices.

C R A C K!!

Blackened liquid spurted from the opening in the floor. Water rushed out into the new opening as the space was quickly filled. Digits strong, webbed poked through as an arm raised up through the ever growing hole. Wood and splinters washing away from the being pulling itself into the opening it made. Claws ran along the bottom of the ship as they pulled the creature in and a loud hiss escaped it alongside the sounds of rushing water still pouring in around it's form and the storm outside.

C L A S H

Lightning lit up the room illuminating six glowing eyes and a maw of fangs slowly turning around to carefully scan the remains of the wooden ship and the screams of the doomed humans until with a sharp turn they met eye to eye with the frozen woman in the few seconds the lightning lit up the space. Then when darkness once again shrouded everything-

The depths of Tartarus unleashed upon them all.

The rain whipped down like a laughing audience of evil and lightning emblazoned the sky. The waves rose and she shrieked as she felt water rush over her body, scrambling back with the sounds of desperate splashes and clanking shackles. The wind blew and sped them to their doom. 

The ship bobbed like a cork upon the black sea as screams and terror broke out.  The depths hissed and laughed as it eagerly claimed it's victim. The oak wood planks bulged and cracked then creaked and screamed as sharpened blades and claws in unison rectified it's vengeance on the haul, port, mast, and everything making it easy for the storm and sea to do their jobs of drowning the mighty ships.

The ship tipped up and up as a wave pushed it over and she shrieked feeling things fly past her across the slippery floor. Her blunt fingernails and hands desperately clawed and dug along the floor in a desperate attempt to hold on and avoid a watery grave. Panic and fear collided within her mind as she slid down, down, down- 

And then she fell.

She shrieked as she tumbled head over heels over and over again. Until with a splash her screams were silenced by the blackened water swallowing her up whole with the sinking ship in the stormy night.

Mouth opening in a desperate attempt to breathe, only to choke out. Cold liquid pressing down her lungs as she pushed her limbs desperately, yet no leverage was found. The waters pushed her down further into the dark waiting to claim her and feed its hunger. Eyes struggling to remain open as the throbbing ache clawed upon her insides. 

The movement of her form ceased slowly. [eye color] eyes unfocused as blood pounded behind her eyes. Eyelids veiling her gaze as deathly shadows clawed out to grasp her and take her away--

A pale limb, it's being a contrasting mixture of human arm giving rise to a flowing fin emerging from the flesh, embroidered to perfection, wrapped around her waist as the other soon followed after. She felt herself being pulled against something solid and soon the feeling of being pushed upwards met her.

A sharp gasp left her throat as they finally came up to the surface. Air filling her lungs again as her chest heaved up. Soft pants leaving her shivering form--

"Foolish."

A webbed claw reached up to cup the soft flesh of her cheek as her eyes opened to meet the three sets of golden pools surrounded by gleaming red sclera. 

"Foolish of them to try taking away the only thing which kept me sane."

"You, my dear, is something i can never compromise with since you are the sole cure of this sickness."  

"I could never leave. Not when the only thing that you seek is me. Not when you call for me such. Not when you are somewhere you shouldn't be. Not when my arms are the only place you belong." 

The storm seemingly halted as the scattered moonlight fell upon their intertwined forms. It was as if their union was blessed by the heavens above. Yet, the dagger pierced his heart, shattering it into million pieces as it met him in the form of a mere whisper from his beloved.

"Who...are you?"

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Hello lovlies! Finally the book has been updated! The story might seem a bit confusing now but things would clear soon! ;) 

A special thank you to @echantedtoon for the collaboration and help!