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guillotinesandroses · 2 months ago

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HIII omg i literally love you thank you so much for answering my previous ask (i feel so bad for doing this rn but i got another odd prompt) so what if we swap what we did for the previous one and it’s individual upper moon reactions finding out you’ve become human again (so like adding on to the previous) feel free to ignore or answer whenever you like!!

Note: Very cool concept! Haven't seen this done before, so I had fun trying to figure out the logistics of it :] For now I decided to just write the six main upper moons since doing too many all at once gets kinda draining and annoying to edit lol. I'll do the other demons if someone asks me to.

This one can be read as platonic or romantic. Reader is still implied to be mentally around the same age as the characters, though.

Characters: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu, Gyokko, Gyutaro

Content Warnings: Blood, injury, gore, cannibalism, murder, canon typical violence and themes, morally fucked up reader to varying degrees depending on the character in question

Editing notes: This has not been edited yet.

Remnants of the Past

Kokushibo

> Upon sighting your figure fleeing towards him, all six of his eyes blink open in surprise. Blood pours out of open wounds, your breath comes out ragged wheezes, and you collapse when you see him. He appears beside your writhing form in a flash. His worried, racing heart hides beneath his cold and calm exterior as he examines your wounds. He receives no answer when he tries to interrogate your shocked self, but he soon feels as if he needs none.

> The flesh of your arm is far too soft for a demon, the skin lacks any of its usual markings, and your blood smells... unmistakably human. All of the comfort he had found in knowing you were indestructible shatters. His attention turns to the culprit finally showing itself, a demon slayer of seemingly normal stature. However, the sword of this human is far from common, curving a way fit more for piercing rather than slicing. He makes fast work of the slayer- who was admittedly rather powerful- before going back to tending to you.

> From the few answers he managed to squeeze out of the cocky eyesore of a slayer, he gathered that this was a new remedy that was being worked on. The fact that it worked on an upper rank such as yourself was worrying, but it should not be anything to get too concerned about. There should not be any need to examine your injuries, so he ignores your snarky comment about him making you wait. Instead of giving it the time of the day, he holds you up to inject his blood back into your body. He does his best not to pay any mind to the fret constricting his lungs as the dark liquid courses through your bloodstream.

> However, he cannot pretend not to notice when the mass amounts of blood he has poured into you shows to have no effect at all. When you shift around in discomfort, he reprimands you for allowing a slayer to catch you off guard. You try to strike back with sarcasm as you usually do, but shut your mouth when he threatens you into staying still. At the end of the day, his orders demand absolute obedience, and your close relationship does not change that. Eventually he has to give up and admit that his efforts are producing no results; he needs to take a different approach and meet with his lordship.

> Normally he would trust you to survive on your own. Now he hovers over you, much to your annoyance. Even so, he cannot help himself. Humans are so fragile. Although demon slayers unaware of your past would leave you alone now, regular humans and wild animals have turned into real threats instead.

> Every nerve in his body screams, terrified that this could be permanent. Still, he remains calm on the surface as he patches up your wounds the old fashioned way. He knows all too well how vulnerable the human physique is, treating you with more grace than one would handle a porcelain doll with. The irritated twitches of your mouth do not go unnoticed by him, he understands why you would hate being considered weak. Even so, he also knows you are grateful for his care from your bashful, averted eyes and the gentle manner you hold his hand in when he helps you up.

> On your way to the agreed meeting place, a lone demon slayer crosses your path. This is of no concern at all, though the man harshly questions why a human would hang around a demon. Kokushibo cleaves out the slayer's heart in a swift and uncaring movement. Your expression did not as much as shift at the man's accusations, much to Kokushibo's delight. This newfound humanity has not changed your resolve, which his lordship would hopefully take into account when considering your fate.

> Luckily, in spite of your seemingly permanent human form, his lordship opts to keep you alive. A poison such as this is a definite threat, but by examining your body he should be able to find an antidote to reverse its effects. Until then, you are to remain in the Infinity Castle for safekeeping and experimentation purposes. Frustrated and longing to gain back your stronger form, you agree to the arrangement. An immediate sense of relief brushes over him the second your safety is guaranteed.

> He does not hide this from his lordship, thoroughly satisfied with the end result to these unfortunate circumstances. Although his lordship disapproves of this warm relationship between the two of you, viewing it as a hindrance at most, there is no questioning the loyalty either one of you has shown to him. You may not be as punctual or absorbed in his lordship's goals as Kokushibo is, but in not a single corner of your mind do you hold a wish to disobey him. The hierarchies of demons may not matter to you, but you have never gone against them either, holding a strange form of optimism for the future of the species.

> He may not be able to fully understand you, but he knows that in his many centuries, thousands of things have slipped past his fingers. You are the only one he managed to grab a hold of. The idea of your death sends shudders running up his immortal spine, something he only realized upon witnessing your newfound vulnerability. Perhaps lamenting on past mistakes is worthless, but he now regrets allowing you to fight on your own. As much as conceals his thoughts, your snarky comments and oddly hopeful smiles fill his heart with a rare sense of delight. Regardless of what the future may bring forth, he will not repeat his mistakes; you will remain alive by his side.

Douma

> His colorful eyes widen in confusion when you rush past the treeline towards his temple. You collapse onto your knees in front of him, but he does not even get the chance to tease you for the action. A demon slayer jumps out of the forest, and he blocks the hunter's blade with one of his golden fans. In spite of the slayer's confidence and genuine skill, Douma emerges victorious from the battle. This is largely due to you shouting at him to actually dodge the blades just this once instead of reveling in his masochistic tendencies.

> When he is done and turns to you, he completely understands that something is truly wrong here. By now your bleeding should have stopped, you should not even have a scar left on your body as a demon of your rank. Without warning, he strikes a hole into your bicep with one of his razor-sharp claws. You grit your teeth as the crimson liquid flows through you and await the usual surge of strength that comes with demonic blood transfusions. However, your condition shows no improvement at all as the minutes pass, and soon he is forced to give up his efforts.

> Thoroughly amused, he giggles before asking you for more details. The poison's effects are rather concerning when you explain them to him; you have been turned fully human again. As hilarious as he finds this predicament, he does bring you to one of his cultists who is more informed on mortal medicine. The whole way through he teases and bugs you, but at least his presence ensures that the cultist does not dare slack off while treating your wounds. You are the one who needs to insists going to Kibutsuji with the information on this new poison, he would have much rather kept you all to himself as a cute little human-demon. Being on the way to meet with the Demon Lord does not make him lessen his antics at all, though.

> The moment you glance away distracted, sharp teeth sink into your shoulder and you jump. Lips suckle at the flesh, drinking up the warm blood. You grunt and roll your eyes, shoving your fingers into his. He yelps at first but like the little freak that he is, allows the noise to turn into a delighted gasp right after. You do your best to ignore him when sighs with glee, red liquid running down his lips as he explains in detail how he wishes you would dig your way into his mind with those dull nails of yours.

> Suddenly, cutting him off, a pair of arms wrap around you and swoop you away from your infuriating partner in crime. You demand that the slayer put you down, only for him to exclaim that he will protect you with his friend. Douma laughs so hard his back arches and he has to grip his sides not to fall over. You almost feel bad for the two humans for how insistent they were in shielding you. Soon enough the slayers have been taken care of and he pokes at you, chastising you for not thanking him even though he has saved you twice today already.

> Closing your eyes, you try to ignore his taunts. This comes with ease until he brings up the pity in your eyes when he killed the two demons slayers. He coos as your eyes snap open again, twirling one of your accessories around his finger. How pure of heart you must be to feel even for such foolish creatures. Perhaps being human suits you better. Besides, he quite likes your newfound vulnerability, it's so adorable!

> Though it must also be so burdensome, maybe he should relieve you of that suffering and pain. He does not even get the full suggestion of devouring you out of his mouth before you shoot it down. Even so, he just laughs off your rejection, smiling bright with empty eyes like he always does. Once again he reminds you that pitying the weak only makes them weaker in the same way allowing them to believe foolish things does. Not in the mood for this kind of conversation, you change the topic and try to retain your sanity during the trip.

> The King of Demons is more than displeased at the discovery of this new poison. Even his own blood cannot reverse the effects of this toxin. Irritated to have lost one of his most powerful servants, he demands to experiment on you until he finds a way to undo it. Obviously, you have to agree and Douma oh so graciously offers to watch over you while you are in this vulnerable state. Despite your irritation, you agree to the arrangement; locking your whereabouts down to a specific place makes transporting you easier for Nakime.

> Arriving back at the temple, Douma urges you to have some sake and describe how it tastes and affects you with your human biology. You decline, calling him out on just wanting to get you drunk to see you make a fool of yourself. Giggling off the accusation, he whines over you being no fun at all. In spite of all his talk, he gulps down the ineffective alcohol and stays by your side for hours. Although he may do his best to act insufferable to draw reactions from you, he does not want you to die.

> After death, there is nothing; you stop feeling, your heart stops, and your brain stops. He does not want you to rot. If you rot, there will be no one he can talk to so openly. In spite of your supposed apathy, you neither hate, judge nor revere him. Such a person- one capable of accepting him as he is- is difficult to find even among demons, and he is not ready to let go of this kind of treasure just yet.

Akaza

> His eyes widen at the unlikely sight- his rival, primary sparring fighter, one of the worthiest opponents he has ever faced- runs through the woods, wounded and out of breath. Bright blood pours out of your body onto the white snow as your legs give out. What an utterly disgraceful picture, Akaza thinks and scrunches his nose. Before he can berate you for letting yourself get into this condition, a nichirin sword almost sinks into his forearm. He grabs said appendage and sends the demon slayer flying.

> Although the slayer proves faster than most, proven by how he landed on his feet, he gets defeated soon enough. Akaza raises a brow when he turns to you. By now your injuries should be long gone, yet you still pant and wheeze as you try to keep your guts from spilling out. He walks over but freezes halfway through. Your blood smells... human.

> Used to containing his hunger, he ignores the saliva gathering on his tongue. Against his will, his heart squeezes in worry as he crouches next to you. He does not wait for an explanation, unpleasant memories reaching for the surface. Pushing his finger into one of your wounds with furrowed brows, he assures you that you will survive, mind not truly present in the moment. He has the cure this time, he can save...

> ...Who can he save? That does not matter, he will save the sickly person before him at any cost. The haze in his eyes grows into desperation as no amount of blood seems to work. So, he forces in more and more blood. You will be cured, no matter how long he must remain by your side, no matter what he has to do!

> You are the one who needs to push him away. This is not accomplishing anything, all it does is hurt more. Even after pulling his hand away, he refuses to leave your side. Raising an eyebrow at his strange amount of concern, you tell him if he wants to help, he should go and get some bandages. He performs the request in an instant, moving you around to wrap with a mixture of gentleness and frantic fear.

> He remains at your beck and call even after having taken you to cave before sunrise. Tireless, he keeps checking on your bandages and wellbeing, keeping you warm in the cold weather. You nearly managed to give him a heart attack by stepping out of the cave into the sunlight, entranced by feeling it on your skin after so long. He tries not to think about how angelic you seem in its glow, light shimmering like fireworks in the ice that covers the trees. Truly, he should kill you for having become so weak again... but he knows too well he never could.

> These thoughts grow worse when nightfall arrives and you prepare to meet with the Demon Lord. Akaza comes up with as many excuses as he can for keeping you around. Even humans can become strong, you could become worth fighting again. Besides, this should not be permanent. No, regardless of whether you get turned to a demon again or not- a worthless thought to consider since you surely will be- this weakness of yours must be temporary. That means you are worth keeping around, you will be allowed to live, he tells himself and hopes his master will agree.

> Akaza's anxiety reaches its peak when kneeling before the King of Demons beside you. He would pray for this transformation to work if that would have any effect on it at all, but he is certain whatever gods may have existed abandoned him long ago. Your persisting human form makes him even more certain of this. At least Kibutsuji allowed you to live even if only as a test subject for now, it is your only way of becoming a demon again after all. In spite of that small success, Akaza's heart aches even after leaving the Infinity Castle. If the effects of this poison are permanent, you will grow old and die.

> Although the pain of that reality would be unbearable, you remain blissfully unaware of Akaza's internal conflict. Allowing the snowflakes to melt on your warm skin, you find yourself entranced by the pillowy sky. The cold water floating down, sticking to your lashes and rushing down your forces that sense of humanity further into your veins. Concerned, he asks you about your sudden quietness, unnerved by your absent eyes in the wintry atmosphere. When you respond, he almost wishes he had not asked. Being human again has brought back memories of your past with an unpleasant intensity.

> He swallows, knowing a demon's own memories are far easier to control, to push down and forget. Although your past remains for the most part a mystery to him, he loathes to think of his own. Something within his heart shifts, much to his chagrin. He truly should not feel this way, should not feel the urge to protect someone so weak. Your death would only be a natural, fitting, and expected turn of events. Even so, he finds himself hovering near you far more often than he would like to admit.

Hantengu

> When you emerge from the treeline running for your life, he shrieks and scrambles off on all four limbs. Surely the threat must be great if it has sent someone like you running, right? Eventually he has to slow down but to his surprise when he glances back, no one is behind him. Neither you nor whatever was following you are anywhere near him. He hesitates before sneaking back, yelping at the sight that awaits him.

> Initially he hides further behind the tree, trembling, but then whispers to the assailant. What gives the slayer the right to bully and wrong the weak? How cruel to hurt someone so innocent. The demon slayer lowers the sword from your neck and smirks, claiming it is a lucky day, two high ranked demons gone in mere minutes! Upper Four trembles at the words and insists he deserves pity but as he predictably gains none, a battle breaks out.

> After his clones are done, he peeks out from his hiding place. Creeping forth cautiously, he shakes as he realizes you still have yet to heal. Sekido tells his original self to pull himself together, that kind of cowering pisses him off. Karaku licks his lips as he takes in your pained wheezes, making an inappropriate comment on them. Urogi lets out a gleeful laugh in agreement, finding your suffering amusing, but Aizetsu disagrees.

> Such a poor thing you are, something is clearly very wrong. Zohakuten scoffs from the sidelines, going on about unjust villains tormenting the weak. Yes, this is a type of situation his entire being is quite familiar with. Such a poison's existence is a scary though, turning into an even weaker creature than he already is makes him shudder in terror! Thankfully, there is an easy cure for your predicament... or at least he thought there was.

> He quakes in fear, trying to calm himself as your condition shows no sings of improvement. Oh, no, perhaps his weakling blood simply is too pure to induce a transformation! He truly apologizes, even though it is not his fault in any way! He is far too pathetic, you see, so you must have pity and forgive him! You brush him off, too delirious to get fully annoyed and tell him to get in contact with the Demon Lord.

> Helpful and considerate as always, he gets around to doing that right away! However, as he does so, a group of demon slayers suddenly attacks him and claims they are saving you. He screeches and cries, begging for them have mercy on his feeble self, but it is all for nothing. Although he takes care of most of them on his own, you still have to finish the last one by whacking her upside the head with a fallen branch. You snarkily remark that you have to still do everything around here yourself, allowing the stick to crash into the dirt.

> He gives a quivering smile, saying that a gentle soul like him would be nothing without a partner like you. The rest of the trip to the castle goes by swiftly, as does the meeting. His lord examines you and he tries his best not upset the Demon King. The thought of doing so rattles his very core, his entire being! Unfortunately, nothing can be done for your condition, how scary!

> That could have been him if he were not better prepared! To him, it is simply another thing to get jumpy over. The thought of losing his invincibility sure is horrifying. Luckily, it was you and not him! You are not particularly appreciative of these comments but stick beside him either way, and he is oh, so grateful for that!

> Cruel as the world may be, at least it blessed him with a friend who owns a heart as kind and sensitive as his! Kibutsuji utilizes this predicament as a way to urge Upper Four out of his shell more often. He wants his 'protector' to be able to defend him again, does he not? It works and he actually does pick up the slack, growing a little bolder than usual. You better be grateful, he is putting his own frail skin on the line here! He will not go much further than this though... or perhaps he will, considering the type of person that you are.

> He is a virtuous and kind man after all... maybe it's time to return the favor. You have protected him quite often and stood up for him, defending his word against the brutes who dare doubt his integrity. Truly, you are a gracious and understanding hero, a saint among throes of garbage. Yes, this could work out. You may not be able to shield him physically anymore, but you'll keep sticking up for your fragile, vulnerable old pal, won't you, former demon?

Gyokko

> Normally he would scowl at and maul whoever interrupted him while he was enraptured by the dance of the muses. However, this time the disruption to his creative process came from his most devoted fan. No great artist could possibly look past the call of loyal admirer. So, he turns around only to bear witness to the most glorious art piece. You lay before him, blood pouring out into a puddle below you.

> As you scramble and fail to get back onto your feet, your hands slip from beneath you, failing to support your rupturing body. The vermilion splashes over your arms, coating them like paint. He urges you to stay still with a gleeful grin, praising the aesthetic and elegant display you have brought before him. Those splotches of crimson and maroon contrast with your skin tone in the most gorgeous and refined manner! He must capture these most sublime shades into the piece of art they deserve to be.

> However, before he can do so another disruption, this time utterly unwelcome, springs before him. Only because of your warning, he was able to dodge the strange blade slicing at him. Infuriated, he lashed out and attacked until the demon slayer was torn to shreds. What a poor and uncultured cockroach, that one took atrociously long to die! Now the maggot resembles its true, inferior form more accurately.

> He hums in delight at thought of another beautiful masterpiece created by his godly hands. Truly, that worthless lower life form should be grateful for having been made into a sculpture worth existing. Though one thing still troubles him, a mere ordinary human should not have been able to bring you, strong and beautiful, to your knees. He finds the answer in your marred features, a horrendous and disgusting truth. The fine art that once was your demon markings have been washed away.

> In place of the formerly superior and chosen being resided a mortal. Vulnerable and pathetic, wounded and brutalized as all humans should be, yet his guts churned at the gory visual. Rather than relishing in the bloodshed, his throat dried like that of a fish tasting surface air for the first unfortunate time. If someone like you could so easily be twisted back into this horrid form, could he or his lord be corrupted in such a way? What an uncomfortable thought, he shakes it off to his best ability.

> To truly rid himself of it, he pushes his blood into your injuries. Soon enough you will be back. Perhaps much weaker and therefore less worthy, but you will be back nonetheless. Then he will have no need to burden himself with such thoughts any longer. However, no amount of extra blood seems to be causing any resemblance of change within your physique.

> No, this could not possibly be! Not his admirer, one of the very few intelligent and cultured enough to see the beauty in all of his art! Why, out of all the useless maggots crawling this earth, did you have to suffer in this way? Oh, how cruel the world is, to take away his muse, the one whose ideas were actually worth considering. He should create a vase inspired by this unsightly transformation, as soon as possible.

> However, undoing this nonsense takes priority on his to-do list. You were not meant to be a mere human, a weakling, a creature headed for death since its creation. So, he brings you to the mightiest being in the whole universe, the Lord of Demons! If his lordships's might cannot fix you, nothing in this world can. This should be an easy feat... or so Gyokko assumes.

> Upon witnessing your persisting mortality, conflict stirs in his brilliant mind. This is still you- ethereal, art-loving, inspiring you- but you are now horribly human. Even as you take the form of lesser being, he is fond of you. However, your existence needs to be refined again, and someone must now make sure your fragile form does not crumble, leading to your untimely demise! He is not sure he can handle that, his chest is already painfully tight from all this worrying, you see!

> Though it is as they say, beauty is pain, no? Usually he much rather prefers the pain of others, but he is not too picky. An artist must be open to new options, interpretations, and sources of inspiration! You will continue to be his muse, and he will create art that will go down in history. Surely you would not disagree with this arrangement... even if he asks you for just a few drops of your delightful, easily staining mortal blood, right?

Gyutaro

> Your bloodied footfalls echo in the halls of one of the Entertainment District's largest buildings. They splatter against the wooden floors and you heave with desperation. Only after reaching the one demon near enough to help, you allow yourself to collapse into the closest wall. His eyes widen in shock as he tries to ask what the hell happened to you. All you tell him is to not get cut before your strength fades.

> He does not get the chance to shake you back to reality or question your ominous words. His sickles deflect an oncoming, oddly curved blade on instinct. A battle ensues and all he can gather in the heat of the moment is that this slayer is guilty for your current condition. He keeps your words in mind and goes on to win. After putting the dots together, it is blatantly obvious that you were poisoned in a way that rendered you far more vulnerable than usual.

> He tries to keep his voice steady as he crouches down before you. To his horror, your body reeks of blood, human blood. It is not excess from the slayers or other humans, it is your own. With a sharp breath, his gaze darts around before grabs a proper hold of you. Berating you for being so stupid as to let yourself get cut by a sword obviously containing poison, he injects an irrational amount of his blood into your veins.

> As it shows no sign of working, his breath quickens as he tries to shake you in a weak attempt to make the blood course through your body as it should. You groan in discomfort and tell him to just help with patching up the wounds. Although he complains, he does so with brows furrowed in worry and frustration. As soon as the bandages are in place, you begin to move together to get to a human doctor. You have to act as the brains for now, since his panicked scrambling is not exactly the most helpful thing.

> The ways he scratches himself in with the hand not supporting you are also concerning, even with his demonic physique. So, you ask for more support to get him to stop. Meanwhile, a million thoughts race through his mind as he holds you in a grip far too tight, as if you may crumble away if he eases up. The scales need to be balanced more, he thinks while holding back the urge to rip and tear at his skin once again. Once he gets his hands on the rest of those demons slayers, he swears they will never forget who it was that sent them into the afterlife.

> Now, this time it seems lady luck decided to stand by his side. He will get to do what he does best sooner than expected; he will collect what is due. A group of demon slayers comes along and tries to start a fight with him. However, before he even gets the chance to strike back, you step in with a well-concealed mischievous glint in your eyes. With your new, obvious human appearance, you step forward as well as you can and scold them for judging your dear friend.

> He is no demon, he is your dear partner, who is currently being so kind as to help you recover from your surgery. They should be ashamed of themselves for jumping to conclusions like that! With your stern voice and convincing, confident act, the slayers end up apologizing, much to Gyutaro's amusement. As soon as the inexperienced swordsmen turn around with their guards down, you give him the go ahead to strike. After finishing them off with his usual ruthlessness, he tells you the act was unnecessary.

> You hum in agreement but at first offer no response aside from a chuckle. When you ask him so sweetly if he can blame you for wanting to contribute, he breaks out in uncontained, delighted laughter. In spite of the cruel situation, this atmosphere persists for a while as you prepare to inform the Demon Lord of this development. As your injuries begin to weigh down on you once again and you quiet down to spare energy, familiar, uneasy thoughts creep into his head. You sure are charismatic... and persuasive... and beautiful.

> If you had met when you were humans, surely you would not have spared even a glance into his direction. Only in these twisted circumstances did he even have a chance at knowing a person like you. Even now, this sense of companionship was almost ripped away from him. Nowadays he is so used to having the control he lacked through all of his youth. Still, today was a grim reminder that the world is more than eager to try to rip it all away from him, everything he has managed to claw into his hands with blood and sweat.

> There is much more he needs to do still, reasons to get stronger. Especially after the Demon King's failure to turn you again, he knows he must keep his guard up. With poisons like that, his sister's life is on the line as well. Your invincibility already shattered, but he refuses to let it burn to ashes. Even as the world seems to quiet down once more, he will continue to work hard and ensure there is nothing in this world for you to fear.

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reallyromealone · 2 years ago

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This request is random and it’s all up to you if you want to write it

So say muzan makes the upper six to watch over his infant son and I’d imagine it be chaotic

Like baby reader cries whenever akaza carries him, hates doma and throws his toys at him, maybe his enjoy chasing hantengu (which would lead to hantengu to run away crying), maybe gyokko would teach baby reader about art, maybe for gyutaro he’d be a decent care taker while daki is confused on how to take care of baby reader and kokushibo is baby reader baby reader favorite person and likes to be carried by kokushibo

This is totally up to you if you want to write it

Ohohohoobnonoo

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

Muzan was a very attentive father despite himself, his son; his /heir/ was his world.

(Name) was precious and perfect, given anything he could desire in the world.

An absolute papas boy.

So when the moons had to watch the little bundle...

It was a nightmare.

"WAAAAAAH!" (name) screeched as tears rolled down his face, smacking the demon angrily as his barely present fangs bit at Akaza, not harming the demon in the slightest.

"Please behave, our Lord will be home soon!" He tried soothing the babe who wailed louder.

Doma was treated no better though instead of crying it was violence.

"Please little Lord, I just wanna be your friend~" Doma said playfully as he shook a raddle infront of the little one who looked absolutely furious that he cult leader was touching his rattle "ABABABA!" He screeched and smacked his hands against the tatami mat and the blond cooed but glared when a stuffed toy hit him "that's very rude little lord~" Doma said and lifted (name) who immediately tugged at his hair with force "why are you so full of hate~!" He said with almost sadness in his voice "I'm the best one here!"

"Dada!"

"He's gone right now little one!"

(Name) was /facinated/ by hantengu and followed him around everywhere, Shakey little feet as the upper moon tried to get away from the little one, tiny Muzan picking up speed wit his waddles as the poor demon tried running away.

And that's when they learned little (name) could crawl on walls.

"GET AWAY!" He said anxiously and (name) made loud happy baby noises.

Gyokko looked fond as the little one finger painted, messy and colorful and proudly showed it to the other, it was a mess but he could see a vague shape of Lord Muzan based on the black blob with little red eyes.

"Very good little one" (name) beamed at the praise.

Gyotaro was an excellent care taker, soothing the little babe for his nap as Daki played dress up, she wasn't sure how to care for a baby having never had done so but she always thought infant clothes were precious, the siblings watching him as he sleeped on a blanket.

But out of all the moons, (name) always prefered Kokushibo who sat in silence reading as (name) sat in his lap drinking his bottle, the demon glancing down as the babe pat his arm "do you wish for me to read to you?"

"Ababa..."

"Very well..." Kokushibos voice was deep and relaxing to the boy, reminding him of his papa in a way and Kokushibo was reminded of his own children with (name).

Rarely did he think of them but occasionally he wondered what lives they led.

He wondered what life (name) would lead.

The babe sneezed and Kokushibo was confused as a daisy bloomed from the tatami mat.

Well then.

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vrystalius · 13 days ago

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hihihihiijihihii. i wanted to ask if you're taking kny requests. if yes, i wanted to request yandere!character headcanons. thank you.

Yandere headcanons.

Some of my Yandere Headcanons for the Upper Three.

Pairing: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza x gn!human!reader (established relationship)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Unhealthy behaviour, stalking, possessiveness, implied murder, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, touchy behaviour, if I missed anything, please tell me!

Note: Yummy yummy. I wanted to make this for the upper 3, I thought it’s perfectly fitting for them.

Kokushibo // Upper Moon One.

Like a pet.

Kokushibo is a prideful and powerful demon, meaning that if he chose you as a partner, you must be his perfect mate and nothing less.

As his perfect partner, it is his duty to make sure nobody, and that means nobody, is allowed to even lay eyes upon you. You are too sacred to be defiled by looks from demons that are drooling at their mouth at the sight of your soft and unscathed skin, humans that leer at you for your beauty and animals that not have the cognitive ability to appreciate your person.

You know that you are never fully alone or not being watched over, you’re not sure how but you can feel it beneath your skin how his eyes are always hiding somewhere, watching your every move. Not that you can move around a lot anyway.

He treats you like a pet that needs constant attention and pampering. Kokushibo confines you in his wing of the infinity castle so that he is assured that you are nearby and a sliding door away while he meditated. When he is not around and out to hunt for a meal or to so his master’s bidding and search for the damned flower that kept pulling him away from you, you are trapped inside a single room with some necessities to keep you alive until you come back.

There are some clothes to change into, food to eat, water to drink and some paper to write or draw on. If he feels generous and you have been on good behaviour, Kokushibo may leave some books or a board of shogi to play with yourself. If you misbehaved or upset him in any way, which is not very hard to do, you loose your mind out of sheer boredom. But because of that, you seem much more compliant and overjoyed to see Kokushibo return to keep you company.

Every now and then he allows you to accompany him outside of the castle. You never visit villages or cities, enjoy festivals or take lengthy walks hand in hand, Kokushibo only takes you on a the same small walk you two have been taking every single time and the only one he deemed safe enough for you to walk.

He never walks with or beside you, always standing by the same spot and waiting for your return. He knows you’re not stupid enough to try and run somewhere, you’ve tried before and failed. And you know the punishment for it.

Besides, you don’t even want to run away anymore. Why would you?

Kokushibo brings home beautiful kimonos to dress you in, more than enough food to keep you satiated, keeps you close and safe in his arms, allows you to live in his wing of the infinity castle, and he is the only man that will ever love you the way he does. Of that he assures you every day.

Only he can provide for you, only he can care for you, only he matters in your life.

Kokushibo is a prideful demon, so you should be infinitely grateful that he chose you as his partner.

Douma // Upper Moon Two

Like a doll.

Douma doesn’t like it when things break. All of his things are valuable, so especially when one of his precious valuables shatter and become unusable, ugly and tossed aside, his dead heart aches a little.

And since he considers you to be one of his things, his most precious doll, Douma makes everything in his power to keep you happy and pretty.

He sends his followers far away to gather you expensive silks and hand-woven kimonos and yukatas, hair pieces and jewerly, shawls, handheld-fans, exotic foods and whatever else that comes into mind that could make you even more precious than you already do. He adores dressing you up for his sermons, making a mess of your wealthy closet as he rummages through the neatly arranged and tucked away clothes to pick out the perfect colours and theme.

Douma doesn’t have emotions of his own, so be often forgets that you have them. He finds it funny when you get embarrassed about him insisting to watch you change or when you explode on him about being to overbearing and obsessive. You admit, it was cute and nice being showered in lavish luxuries, but you feel like a decoration to him. Something to have on his lap and show off in front of many.

He also makes sure you keep your life for as long as you can. Human lifespans are so short and their health fragile, so Douma orders weekly physician-checkups to check for sicknesses and forces you to take daily spa breaks where he personally tends to you to keep your appearance fresh and perfect.

Despite all this, Douma gets jealous whenever someone else admires you. Only he is permitted to gaze upon you with admiration, to pray to you like an idol and fantasise about you day in and out, your face eternally plaguing his mind. Nobody but him can play with his doll.

”Playing”, to him, is watching you squirm beneath his grip and gaze as he forces you to sit beside him as he feasts on his next snack. It’s his way to say “stay in line or this will be you”.

Overall, he is rather tame. Douma would only hurt you physically if absolutely necessary. He wouldn’t do anything to compromise his doll, after all. His punishments for disobeying him, which could be as little as staring at someone for too long, will be either luring the next human into his chamber for a meal and watching him have his dinner, or isolation for days on end without food or water, entertainment or light, to really make you think about if it was worth it to asking him to go for a walk without his permission.

Akaza // Upper Moon 3

Like treasure. Or capture.

Akaza is comparable to a dragon protecting his den with his precious treasure inside that no other has ever had the privilege to lay their eyes upon.

He is paranoid about what could happen to you during the day, when he is not around, so Akaza barricades you inside your house. The windows are closed up and doors locked. No one living near even knows somebody lives inside this abandoned house down by the thick forest.

Akaza brings you food during the nights to keep you satiated during the day, but you still have to ration everything out. He provides clothes, entertainment like books, art supplies, shogi boards and whatever else you request. Some of the things may be a little more bloodstained than others though.

He can’t bear the thought of you getting in harms way. He’d simply break and die himself alongside you, so whenever he can, Akaza remains with you. Thanks to the closed up windows allowing no light in, he can even sometimes stay during the day, although he isn’t great company.

Instead of playing shogi or keeping up conversations, he sits in the corner and stares at you. Akaza enjoys watching you live your daily, although boring, life. It’s unnerving to have a demon watch every move and jump out of the shadows in worry whenever he even suspects that you got gravelly injured, although you just stubbed your toe.

Akaza is shy in a weird way, uncomfortable to regard himself as your lover or whatever. He gets embarrassed at the thought of even touching you, gets angry at himself for fantasising about those lips again. You are too precious to be dirtied like that. Too precious for him.

Akaza overall doesn’t want to be your lover, unworthy of being yours. Instead he’ll be content to protect you from anyone like him and worse, to keep your pureness for as long as he can, in this small house where you’d much rather just die than live another day.

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

You didn’t specify what characters so I thought I’d write it for them <33 It was fitting I think

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough<33 Especially now, it’s very hot.

Take care of yourselves!! You’re loved!

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rekino2114 · 19 days ago

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How would the top 3 upper moons (fem!kokushibo, fem!douma and fem!akaza) react to male uppermoon!reader going away for a mission for a long time, like they don't see him for months and start to get worried

Fem!kokushibo, fem!douma and fem!akaza when you leave for a mission

Fem!kokushibo

When you told her you had to leave, she didn't have that much of a reaction. She knew it was muzan's orders, and she went on a lot of missions herself, so this wasn't any different

She spent her days without you alone, barely talking to anyone just killing all the humans she had to and training with her sword

But as the months went by and you were still nowhere to be seen, kokushibo started getting worried, however she didn't show it, not openly at least

She was just more aggressive, more brutal to the humans she slaughtered and more intimidating and emotionless to her fellow demons, especially during meetings. Akaza and douma had to stop fighting for the time you were gone cause they knew kokushibo might have just decapitated them then and there if they bothered her

When you came back you basically couldn't tell the difference between how she was now and before you left but you noticed how clingier she became, holding your hand more often, insisting on accompanying you to your future missions as well as being more protective than usual which is saying a lot

[Kokushibo is seen meditating in the forest when she suddenly senses someone behind her]

".....leave"

[She says before taking her sword and moving incredibly quickly so it immediately results in it being inches away from your neck, her six eyes widening once she realizes who she was about to attack]

".....oh....y/n....You're back"

"Yeah, I just came back and thought I'd surprise you.....I didn't think this would be your reaction though"

[Kokushibo blushes softly and sheaths her sword back before bowing apologetically]

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you"

"Oh its alright"

[Suddenly kokushibo gets closer to you and hugs you]

"......i missed you y/n"

"I missed you too"

[She breaks the hug and looks at you]

"Could we.....spend some time together now?"

"Of course, I want nothing more than to spend some time with my beautiful girlfriend now that I'm back"

".......thanks"

Fem!douma

She was soooo dramatic and sad the moment you told her you were gonna leave she gasped dramatically and was all like "Darling how dare you leave me? What am I supposed to do without my handsome boyfriend keeping me company?"

She genuinely clang to you like a koala the moments before you had to leave in hopes you would reconsider but when she didn't succeed she started fake crying with tissues and everything acting like a wife whose husband was going to war

While you were gone, she was bored out of her mind. She had nothing to do without you there, killing all the humans was not as fun as when you did it together and running the cult meant nothing without you by her side

So she just settled for doing one of her favorite things that didn't include you, bothering akaza, she did it constant not leaving him alone for even a minute, she didn't care how many limbs she lost in the moment or how many times she had to heal her jaw at least it was a way to keep her entertained

When you return she won't leave you alone for the coming months. Basically forcing you to stay with her and to bring you everywhere you went, you are not going on another mission alone for a looooong while no matter what muzan said

"Hey douma I'm ba-"

[Before you can finish your sentence you're tackled in a hug by douma, making you fall to the ground as she proceeds to pepper your face in kisses]

"Daaaarliiiiiiingggg!! Your back! I missed you soooooo much"

"A-alright babe, just let me go now"

"No way! You left my poor self all alone for so long, I didn't have anyone to cuddle for months! No one to show all my beautiful ice sculptures and the dead bodies to, do you know how many people I had to eat to make up for your absence?"

"....sorry, the mission took more than expected, I promise I won't leave you alone for a while"

"You better not, now you have to cuddle with me for the rest of the day to make it up"

"Hehe, I'd never complain about cuddling with you"

Fem!akaza

She complained a bit when you told her you had to go on a solo mission. She wanted to go with you to train and test her strength and also because she just liked going on missions with you, but when she realized that wasn't possible she just accepted it, telling you to be careful

For the first few weeks, she was fine. Sure, she missed you, but she just spent her time in other ways to try and distract herself from thinking of you too much

But when she realized just for how long you'd be on the mission she actually started to get pissed off, not at anyone on particular and especially not at you just at the situation in general. She put all of her time and effort into training and her own missions

She was more aggressive and moody than usual, striking douma basically every time he breathed too hard near her and not doing anything but training the entire time

When you came back she was so relieved, even if she might not show it she thought something bad could have happened to you and she couldn't have forgiven herself if that happened and she wasn't there to protect you

[Akaza kicks the head off the last mannequin as she finishes her training, she breathes heavily, and wipes some sweat from her forehead, stopping and yelping when she feels two arms wrap around her]

"You little- I told you to stop bother-"

[She freezes when she sees who is actually hugging her]

".........y/n?"

"Yep, I came back from the mission"

"O-oh sorry I......I thought you were douma"

"No don't worry it's fine"

[She turns around and hugs you back]

"I.......really missed you"

"Me too"

"I'm so happy nothing happened to you"

"Don't worry it's gonna take a lot more than some weak demon slayers to take me out, I got trained by the best after all"

[Akaza blushes but giggles]

"Hehe, that's true"

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the-faceless-bride · 1 year ago

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Ok, I'm sure EVERYONE on this earth can see my reblogs and know what hyper obsession I'm having recently. SO I really want to write for it! I have gained creativity and inspiration by my obsession, but I need help with the ideas!! So please tell me which story you would want to read!! And feel free to request for KNY ♡♡

Story 1

A WARP IN THE UNIVERSE

This is story is where Reader is from the real word and after falling down a "Rabit hole" She finds herself in the universe of KNY, not knowing if or where she will ever get back to her world she ends up running into the Demon slayers. She ends up saving one of their lives by using her knowledge from her world. After being questioned how she seems to know things that haven't happened yet. And it leads to an interesting turn of events...

This story would be a potential poly, pillars x reader story

Story 2

BLUE SPIDER LILY

This story is where Reader was the original demon that began the cure and indirectly led to Muzan and his demon uprising, and in her guilt and shame she hid away from the world and tried to make things right, and after her hidden village of friendly demons was discovered as well as her Blue Spider lily's she has to find away to either end all demons for good, or find a way for peace.

This story would be a Muzan + Upper moons × reader × pillars (this story will have a chose your own ending!!l

Story 3

THE DEMON CURSE

This story is where, in a large fight between Muzan and his upper moons and the Hashira pillars, it takes a turn, and in the head of battle, they all fall unconscious, only to wake up in a strange place. Either the world around them has become extremely big, or they have shrunk very small. Now, the size of a pencile or less, they find the demon God of their world (reader), and they have to learn to live together in order to get back to their world.

This would be a sillier story in comparison to the other two, and it will be a harem situation. And it is based on cute art stuff I saw where they were small and could fit in the palm of your hand.

#demon slayer x reader #yandere demon slayer #yandere demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kny x reader #kny #kny x y/n #kny x you #kny pillars x reader #tengen uzui x reader #uzui tengen x reader #rengoku x reader #muzan kibutsuji #upper moons x reader #kny upper moons

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yokumirumerafan · 4 months ago

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HeLLOO

Could you do demon slayer and picking y/n up/ y/n jumping in their arms? Their overall feeling about having them in their arms, carry them around <.<

~🐝

🔥 DEMON SLAYER CHARACTERS PICKING YOU UP/JUMPING INTO THEIR ARMS 🔥

EEE that's adorable <33

🔥 HASHIRA EDITION 🔥

💛 RENGOKU – "AH-HAHA! COME TO ME, MY FLAME!"

If you jump into his arms, he catches you effortlessly and spins you around like you're in a romance anime. ZERO hesitation.

Laughs boisterously and holds you like a damn warrior carrying their beloved into battle.

“You feel so light! I could hold you all day! Perhaps I shall!” *(he absolutely will.)

🌊 GIYUU – "...Why are you like this?"

You jump into his arms? He catches you, but looks dead inside.

He just stands there, holding you, processing life choices.

Secretly doesn’t want to let go. His arms tighten just a little.

“...I don’t mind.” (lowkey enjoying this but will never admit it)

🌪️ SANEMI – "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

If you jump? OH BOY. He catches you but stumbles back because he wasn’t expecting it.

“OI! WARN ME NEXT TIME, YOU LITTLE SH—” (but he's still holding you, so??)

Secretly loves it. Will complain but won’t put you down unless you ask.

☁️ MUICHIRO – "Oh, cool. You're up here now."

Catches you flawlessly but is completely unbothered.

Just keeps walking while carrying you like a bag of rice.

"You’re kinda light. I could carry you forever." AND HE MEANS IT.

💎 TENGEN – "AH! FINALLY, A GRAND DISPLAY OF LOVE!"

Picks you up before you even jump. Probably does it just because he can.

SPINS YOU AROUND like it’s a damn fairy tale.

“Ah, my dear, you fit so perfectly in my arms! Such flamboyance, such grace!”

💕 MITSURI – "OHMYGOSH YOU'RE SO CUTE!!!"

Excited squealing!!! Picks you up with surprising strength and cuddles you immediately.

“AHHH YOU FEEL SO NICE, LET ME HOLD YOU FOREVER!!!” (you are now trapped in hug jail.)

🦋 SHINOBU – "Ara~? How adorable~"

Catches you effortlessly but teases you mercilessly.

“Oh my, did you just throw yourself at me~? How bold~”

Pretends she minds, but secretly? She loves it.

⛰️ GYOMEI – "You are safe in my arms."

Lifts you like it’s nothing. Like air.

So gentle. Holds you like a sacred treasure.

“Do not worry. I will always catch you.” (🥺💕✨😭)

🐍 OBANAI – "Tsk. You’re so reckless."

Catches you, but acts annoyed.

Will not put you down. Like, at all.

“I suppose… I’ll hold you a little longer.” (internally screaming)

👹 UPPER MOONS & MUZAN EDITION 👹

💀 MUZAN – "Hah. How bold."

Catches you like a dramatic villain holding his helpless prey.

Smirks. Holds you effortlessly. Refuses to let you go.

“You look quite comfortable there. Perhaps I should keep you.”

🎭 DOUMA – "OH, HOW FUN! LET’S DO IT AGAIN!"

Not only catches you—he twirls you around, dips you, and makes it theatrical.

Over the top. Definitely picks you up at random just for fun.

“You fit so well in my arms! Maybe you should stay there, hm~?”

🥊 AKAZA – "…Hmph. You’re reckless."

Catches you instinctively but acts like he didn’t care.

Holds you so securely though. Like he’s protecting something precious.

“You shouldn’t do that. But… I won’t drop you.”

🩸 KOKUSHIBO – "…Hn."

Does not react outwardly. Just catches you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Won’t let go for a while. Just stares at you like he’s memorizing the moment.

“...You are safe.” (BRO IM GONNA CRY. SAFE? WITH UPPER MOON 1?)

💥 MAIN THREE & GENYA 💥

🟢 TANJIRO – "AH! BE CAREFUL!"

Catches you like an instinct. Will always catch you.

“I don’t mind carrying you! You can hold onto me as long as you want!”

Smiles the whole time. SO SOFT. Would carry you for hours.

🟡 ZENITSU – "KYAAAA Y/N-CHAAAN!"

SCREAMS. Catches you but dramatically falls to the ground.

“OH MY GOODNESS YOU FELL FROM HEAVEN JUST FOR ME!!!”

Refuses to let go. Holds onto you like a koala.

⚡ INOSUKE – "AHAA! PERFECT!"

Catches you and IMMEDIATELY STARTS RUNNING.

“HAHA! THIS IS GREAT! I HAVE CAPTURED YOU!!!”

Refuses to put you down. You are his new prize.

🔫 GENYA – "G-GAH?! WHAT THE—?!"

Catches you but immediately blushes.

“D-DAMMIT! WARN ME NEXT TIME!”

Holds you really gently though. Like you’re fragile.

💖 FINAL VERDICT: YOU ARE THEIR TREASURE. 💖

Jump into their arms anytime, babe, they ain't ever letting go. ✨😭💖

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echantedtoon · 2 months ago

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The Toll Of Desire Ch3 Beauty Is Pain

Disclaimer/Warnings: This story WILL contain the following topics of death, blood, gore, Red Light District stuff, innuendos, wounds, cannibalism, illness, yandere themes, and other things usually found in Demon Slayer. I DON'T support irl yandere behavior.

Taglist: @toxic-awsomness @sleeplessnightandschool @lavenderdropp @average-demon-enjoyer @wildchild23

@yimmy-homebase-world11 @ameyarain @whomisi @purplesoulsapphire @hantengudelulu @anniesblogof2025

@sectorpretty

remember if you want to be added to the tag list lemme know

(Warnings for spicy stuff mentioned but no explicit stuff, Red Light District stuff but again no explicit description, harassment mentioned, mentioned nudity but nothing explicit, etc.

Reader IS an adult just to clarify.I decides on her last name being Yuu as it's a play on 'You' and a Japanese name, her first name is unknown so you may insert any name you want her to have.

A lot of research about oirans' lifestyles and objects are going into this so please be patient.I know oirans knew tea ceremonies and I apologize if not everything is accurate. I got the info on tea ceremonies from the video linked below.

m.youtube.com/watch?v=xD7qUfSOGOE&list=LL&index=2&pp=gAQBiAQB

The song used is Apple Blossoms from the anime Mashiro no OTO linked below.

m.youtube.com/watch?v=XAqYuYkw32s&list=LL&index=4&pp=gAQBiAQB

The lonely stillness of the air stood out against the usual lustful gazes and the practiced giggles one would usually here persisting within the Yoshiwara Province. That place is full of criminals and some even heard rumors you're not even allowed to live there unless you got money or you're in service to some rich house.

The measurements of one's own worth weighed heavily upon the beauty of outer looks. Or the wealth from the status you had upon thee either from birth or taken for one's own self through selfish means.

She was no stranger to that way of life.

The crystalized glamor that was painted over the true cruelty of the withering district hid the true meaning underneath. The streets bathed in the battered blood of civilization tainted with selfish desire and covered in a layer of cherry blossom petals and silk robes to distract those from the real monsters underneath.

The closer to the glittery land they got, the more the excitement and desperation truly grew within greedy heart. It was only a matter of time before they truly were lost to it's influence. The streets were as beautiful as the buildings and each were obviously made to show off wealth and status, and yet they looked so sinful once you looked closer under their glitz and glam! The annoyance in pattern only continued on with each step they took, each street passed, each house going by. Becoming more bigger and horrible the more wealthy into the district they marched.

The only sounds of the room being the soft footsteps slowly approaching the window, pushing the shutters quietly open to peer down amongst the crowd just starting to form.

Then a soft glow settled amongst the glam and glitter that paves the streets. There was still plenty of light only just beginning to turn sundown, but most of the light came from above. Strings of lanterns hung up over the streets and connecting the buildings within the dazzling glow of red lantern lights. Sparkling like mini stars and giving off the red glow the district was known for. The heavy scenes of sweet perfumes and food ravaged the air. And the sights before shiny eyes were what they were familiar to seeing.

The streets were full of people crowded yet still more were coming in. Once a buzz like bees murmuring of speech, now slowed down to a full stop as eyes from streets, doorways, and windows looked down to stare at the men lining in the streets. The streets were filled with beautiful women adoring flattering dresses and make up, and working men in loose fitting Hakama shirts showing off their impressive builds, both men and women of the night ripe for the taking for any paying customer. They'd often catcall out to potential customers to entice them out of their money and lure them to an early empty wallet. Looks like it's going to be an early night.

She simply stared down at the wondering people who stood in the streets until one paused feeling the stare of eyes piercing his head. Looking up the two locked eyes and it was like the mere sight caused boldness within him as if he was waiting for her to spare him her eyes for just a moment.

"OIRAN YUUKIHIME!!," he boldly proclaimed to her and anyone who would hear his voice as arms rose in worship, "I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!! Your beauty is beyond compare!! I would make love to you every night if you were mine!!"

The sounds of a shutter slamming back shut filled the space as she backed away from the screaming man desperately calling her name over and over like a desperate prayer. Obsessing admiration as she knew it well to be. A sigh leaving her lips once more.

"Oiran! Oiran!"

Her head turned. The sound of a door sliding open and two young girls no older than seven or eight appeared on the other side adorned in matching pretty blue silk kimonos printed with white flowers, identical hairstyles and make up matching their faces as they smiled at her. Twins. Twins that happen to be her Kamuro since last year, and have come to service her.

"Oiran!" They practically squealed out in delight approaching her with wide smiles. Approaching quickly and tugging at her robes. "Let's play!" "Will you read to us?" They excited babbled on to her.

Despite the dreaded feeling that lingered, she smiled down at them, a gentle tug pulling their hands away from her. "Not tonight. There's work needed to be done and you're supposed to be practicing your writing tonight. Is Master Sakuno awake?"

One of the twins nodded and her sister pointed to the door. "Yes. He told us to get you ready for the night!"

"Alright. Would one of you please tell him there's someone lingering outside my window again? He should take care of it before it stirs up more trouble."

She nodded turning around and quickly exiting back out closing the door behind her, leaving her sister to take her by the hand and tug towards the vanity on the other side of the room. Her beautiful face quickly becoming apparent to herself as the mirrored reflection stared at her in the eye. The face that moved a province and could guide many a man to poverty if she chose to use it like that.

But she never would. It'd kill her if she ever used this face for anything.

The small clattering of objects being moved about sounded as she slowly sat down, Kamuro already making grabbing hands towards the various makeups until a larger hand placed itself on top hers to stop her. With a questioning tilt of her head, her eyes glanced up at her.

"I'll do my make up tonight. I want you and your sister to study the new words I taught you. Alright?"

A small whine of protest escaped her mouth. "But we study every night! We don't even get to play anymore! All we do is study and chores!"

"Master Sakuno gave you to me as my Kamuro. Im supposed to teach you and you're supposed to learn. That's the way things are here." A serious expression grazed her features and a firm finger pointed to the young girl's face. "The sooner you learn, the less hurt you'll get. Now go study your words!"

She pouted but probably knowing what will entail if either failed to learn, she turned to events walk off. A sigh of relief for now escaped from her lips as she turned back to the woman in the mirror. Her gaze piercing and beauteous, not a blemish to her skin, not a wrinkle, not a birthmark, not a scar. Perfect alignment and slim but a certain roundness to her cheeks making them plump enough to squish cutely without making her face fat looking with just the slightest of rosey tints. Her lashes long and fluttering, eyes a perfect shine, full lips, lucious silky locks of hair that cascaded down her back and framing the face staring at her.

Beautiful.

The mirror woman was beautiful with her perfectly symmetrical face and soft features. Truly a desirable lady, one that could drive a man to suicide if she wanted to. She despised the woman daring to look back at her. A hatred no one understood but one she had learnt to live with long ago. Hands instinctually found their places amongst the objects. Comb going through long locks and nimble fingers grabbing strands to place them in a certain style.

"Oiran!" A small voice piped up behind her. "What style will you do today?"

"I think a momoware will suffice."

"But that's a style for maiko. You should wear a datehyogo instead as that's what you're supposed to wear."

"I don't think anyone else would notice tonight if all they do is stare at my face." As long as she gave the illusion of a high priced courtesan then did her opinions really matter? "I think I want to try something different today anyways."

The hands worked her hair around, thing in certain places as the sun proceeded to set outside. Long locks tied up in a style before a twinkling silver bira bira was added with a kushi and long purple floral kanzashi. A flowering kanoko dome placed carefully in the back. Beautiful. How weary. The smells of make up reached her nose as a red brush dipped in red liquid was pressed to her lips, face a powered puff white. Floral patterned silks pulled from a closet and dragged out to her by little hands was expertly wrapped around her in layers. A perfect mirror image of a highly desired woman truly.

"Whoa! You look pretty, Oiran!" Two identical faces stared up at her in awe. "I wanna be as pretty as you when I grow up."

"Hm. No. Don't wish for my life." A hand patted a smaller head. "Wish that someone will buy your freedom instead."

The silence was again palpable with the night fully here, the twinkling stars no match for the lantern lights shining down lighting up the throngs of people who filled the air with their voices and footfalls. ...Speaking of footfalls- Her head turned to the door as heavy footsteps approached and a second later it opened up with a loud thud revealing the frowning man on the other side.

"Master Sakuno," she greeted with a bow practiced many times beforehand that it was second nature now. "Good evening. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

His frown didn't waved as he pointed a hand at her. "I just got done with running off a penniless rat again! How many times are you going to invite bastardized pigs around Heavens House!?"

Blame shifting. Not once did that woman invite those men to come back around, stalking her window, yelling professions and confessions of love never reciprocated. She never once asked for any of this attention. In fact she utterly despised it to her core, but explaining it to someone who'd never understand that was absent hopeless. Fighting wouldn't get her anywhere but more trouble that she wouldn't want, so biting her tongue she just smiled and bowed her head.

"I apologize for that, Master. I was under the impression that you wanted customers to come back and spend more money."

"Spend money!! Which would give way to the fact that they need to SPEND the dam MONEY to see you!!," he yelled out in full anger, the smaller Kamuro hiding behind the flowing layers of silk in fear. "Giving them free looks at you from the balcony is fueling their own fucking fantasies as if this is some romantic folk story!! THIS BETTER BE THE LAST DAM TIME I HAVE TO RUN OFF POVERTY RATS OR ELSE YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF SCRUBBING THE FLOORS RAW WITH NOTHING BUT A NAIL BRUSH!! UNDERSTAND THAT!?"

Her head bowed obediently. "Yes, Master Sakuno."

"Don't forget your place just because you carry the rank of Oiran on your shoulders!," he spat the pointing finger jabbing her forehead painfully. "I still own you!! I took you in when you were no one with nothing to your name and made you who you are! That could easily change if anymore disobedience happens to pop up!"

"And for that I am truly grateful." Her head kept bowed. Eyes closed. "I apologize."

His hand lowered but his scowl remained. "If you're grateful then you won't mind making it up to me!"

"Of course. What shall I do to atone for my mistakes?"

He scoffed. "Tch. Fortunately for you, you actually have a customer tonight. Prepare yourself for the procession. You'll go greet him immediately!"

Her one attribute she was trained to do. Entice and lure in. Like a Venus fly trap to an unsuspecting insect.

"But fix THIS first!!" There was a brief sting of pain as the kushi was ripped out from her locks instantly pulling some of the strands with it as he just pulled it from her hair and a moment later threw it to her her feet. "You look lowly like that! Make yourself look presentable before you even think about showing your face, and do it quickly!"

"Yes, Master Sakuno."

The older man regarded her in contempt before giving a grunt of annoyance, turning on a heel stomping away with only the loud slam of the door behind him signaling his leave. Only then did she dare look up or acknowledge the shaking children next to her.

"Master is scary," one sister eventually spoke up from where she hid herself behind her robes. "I don't like him!"

"Hush that way of thinking immediately." Her tone was ever stern as her eyes turned down and she reached for the painted kushi on the floor. "It's best not to bite the hand that feeds you."

"But he's so mean!," one insisted. "He's always yelling at everyone and threatening them!"

"He also gives you food, water, clothes, a place to sleep, doctor visits..." Her eyes narrowed in their own contempt. "Allows me to educate you...No one said you must like him, but be grateful for what he provides you and don't speak ill of who provides you with it. I don't want to hear it from your lips again."

Both girls exchanged looks at one another. "What will you do now, Oiran?"

She took a deep inhale. "I'm going to fix my hair." She turned. "Would you two prepare my room for the customer's arrival? I'm going to fix my hair. When you're finished, I want you two to spend the rest of the night studying your words. We don't want to anger Master Sakuno any further do we?"

The twins exchanged looks but knew better than to argue at this point with the house master angry. Both shuffled towards preparing the room around them as they were taught to do early on. Once again her reflection appeared to her in the mirror, loose strands sticking out at odd angles as she let out a sigh and hands gently began to pull out the momoware. Combing and tying, inserting kogai until the datehyogo was sitting proudly on her head, little bira bira swaying from either side of her hair. Beautiful. Very tempting to just throw the floral kanzashi into the reflection to shatter, but instead she turned to leave a perfect smile practiced for years on her face. She would grin and bare the pains of beauty.

Her footsteps leaving her room signalling to everyone who knew her that she was on her way. Looks of disdain, contempt, and jealously marking her, weighing her down with every step from others.

"I heard the house master got angry with her again," one whispered loud enough for her to purposely hear as she passed, daggers being shot through her spin. "Apparently she was caught flirting with a poor man outside of her balcony once more."

"Isn't that the fifth one this year?," another snickered back looking gleeful at her misery, "She thinks just because she has the highest rank here, she can do as she pleases. Honestly she displays such shameful behavior, it's no wonder Master Sakuno thinks she'll bring shame to his house."

"He might just get so fed up with her, he'll just auction her off like he did with Shishi last year. Disgraceful women who throw themselves into lust like dogs in heat have no place here."

"Shh. Careful. She'll hear us."

Jealousy, contempt, disdain, anger, envy- She's gotten it all from her fellow women living here. It was about as awful as receiving the terrifying advances of the men outside. She did not blame them. Most were forced into this lifestyle to survive and couldn't help but be envious to the few luxuries offered to her. What they wouldn't do for the amount of times she's gotten marriages offers or men interested in buying her contract when it meant freedom, but all were turned away from by the house master. After all, she made him his most money. It would be a stupid investment to give away his most precious asset. But the amount of times she's nearly been shoved down stairs or purposely tripped over by others here was starting to show cracks in their 'accidents'.

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The night was long and treacherous with many dangers being out there in the dark even for skilled killers and fighters like the men whom sought out the company of warm flesh and soft faces.

Therefore it was a very good hunting ground for certain demons.

It nearly blinded the men by the amount of lanterns and lightly that glowed warmly against the sky, giving just a small amount of light. People were everywhere. Tons of them. Walking around, shouting at one another, talking loudly, and sometimes carrying objects like bags or boxes. The murmuring of voices together was loud enough to be a buzz like that of a bee hive. It rattled his heads in a way that was unpleasant and not too familiar.

The buildings surrounding the people were bigger than any of the ones back where they hailed from. Two or three stories each. At the base of said houses were small stalls and wagons the tons of people swarmed but you couldn't see what they sold unless you got close to them. There was too many different faces. It was dizzying. Yet that didn't stop some of them from quickly stopping by one stall that it's vendor sold large warm meat packed dumplings, buying one and proceeding to eat it as they walked. The savory taste of soup boiled beef and spice mixing deliciously in their mouth as they walked.

Only now stopping to look at the maze of houses lining the streets and bedazzled in way too much money. Yoshiwara was known for too much flattery and painting everything in the metaphorical gold. It's supposedly a display of wealth but if you asked someone like him, it just meant they were egotistical and gaudy.

He settled on the flashiest looking one for his hunt tonight. The best ones were usually kept in the most terrible looking homes.

That was true. In his experience, the rich weren't too bright and enjoyed showing off WAY too much. Made them easier targets for men seeking what they want like him. Eventually red eyes blinked around before settling on one building in particular.

The entire thing was white. Shiny wood painted a pure white, meanwhile golden oak pillars decorated the outside like beams of heavenly light. A golden glow emitted from the front and a few girls in beautiful kimonos happily giggled and waved at passerbys who stopped to gawk in awe at their beauty. Surely a very successful house amongst the others. Seemed like a place only an the best women would reside. Ones well taken cared for without disease or low quality. Exactly what he was looking for.

The best quality in food both in nutrition and looks. After all you wouldn't want to eat an apple if it only LOOKED good and the inside was actually rotten.

He made his way towards the large building. Even now people stopped to look at him passing by in shock most likely in his well dressed attire but the women were quick to bat their lashes, giggle annoyingly, and beckon him with sultry looks to entice him. It annoyed him, but not enough to want to hurt as long as they looked but didn't touch. The girls even complimented his appearance as he ascended the stairs and through the entrance. The inside looked as fancy as the outside but the large space was not surprisingly filled with more women dressed up in a similar style to all the others they've seen, all stopped and stared widely at the differently dressed man that walked right in. Looking around the place of shiny polished floors, and lit candles, and velvet curtains hanging off the walls.

The murmuring of the ladies quieted down as they looked around. Hm. Maybe he didn't come to the right place after all? Despite them all smelling clean, none of them were what you would consider to stand out. He was about to leave when A shuffling of quick footsteps got his attention and a second later the curtains moved, revealing another man on the other side. He was nothing to look at. Practically the stereotypical man who at first looked completely stunned by his presence, before smiled probably expecting him to be a rich customer by the looks of his high end suit, however unlike everyone else here this man IMMEDIATELY annoyed him most. More silence passed before he let the curtains drop back into place behind him and gave a customer service grin.

"Ah. Good evening, Weary traveler," he greeted somewhat nervously clasping his hands together. "Welcome to the Heavens House. How can I help you tonight?"

"I happen to be looking for a specific lady."

"Ah! Well that can be arranged!" He gestured his hands around them. "We have many fine young ladies here for your entertainment tonight." His eyes scrunched up more in a greedy smile. "In fact, Heavens House hosts an Oiran. Best one in Yoshiwara. For your entertainment tonight, I can have her perform for you." That got his attention slightly. "But of course..A high class lady such as herself isn't without it's costs-"

An Oiran? Hm. Well that wouldn't hurt to look into while he was here would it? "Very well. Don't worry about money. I have the funds to spend."

He practically beamed gesturing at the curtain he had just came from. "I'll prepare right away! Where might she come fetch you from?"

"Two streets from here in front of the brewery. Try to meet me within the next hour."

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Lanterns as heaven's echo play above the street, come to the night as if they are our brightest of dreams and forever lighting our way. Lanterns are the stars we make in salute to the black heavens. The red glow shining down upon the masses as they walked the streets below.

The laughter and music around them continued through as he waited patiently amongst the crowd and drunken patrons exiting the brewery to his right. Shameful. Down right disgusting behavior. It smelt too much of alcohol making him regret not choosing the dress shop as a his meeting place but it was farther away and he didn't want to wait longer than necessary. Meanwhile excited looks and whispers still glanced up and down the streets in anticipation of what's to come.

Slowly the loud laughs and talking with the occasional scream filled down to a murmuring him until it reached a silence. The new slowed silence wasn't lost to the him who slowly rose a brow at the sudden change. Noticing the way everyone's faces turned down the street behind him. Still waiting, he turned to see why such a change in direction occured.

The entire middle of the street had been cleared and what looked to be two giant crowds of men and women lined the street on either side. As if something was blocking them from crossing with each other. What was stopping them? Did something happen just now? He then looked up the street and immediately knew the reason why.

Ah. Finally.

Slowly coming towards him was a parade of people. And smack dab in the middle of them all was a woman.The most BEAUTIFUL woman he had ever seen.

...At least by inferior human standards.

She glowed under the lantern lights like a beacon of beauty, slow steady steps she took gracefully step after step slowly but surely as if she was dancing, by the way she was doing so he knew she must've done this countless times before. Her makeup and hair done perfectly. Her robes the fanciest he's ever seen yet so beautifully matched perfectly with her complexion. But what struck him the most about her was her smile. Her eyes were the most striking beautiful he'd ever seen. Lips pink in lipstick catching onto the red lantern lights shiny with the lip gloss she used. In a way it she was angelic with the way they shined in the light.

However her demeanor was... Strange. As she got closer he could see the slightly worried look in her eyes. As if she didn't want to be here, but yet at the same time there was something... Powerful almost scarily heavy about her body despite how graceful she moved. Entranced by the new sight he only stopped and stared as she ever so slowly and gracefully walked, continually up the street with her escorts.

"Huh. She's coming pretty close to us." Someone near him made sure to note in his head giving a look around at the awe filled looks from men and women alike. Taking special care to note the tackily dressed men that stood there. "Her customer must be one of the rich snobs close by. Lucky bastard."

The moment of silence was deafening with only the sounds of the oiran's parade coming down the street, the red lanterns being her spotlights for the whole district was her stage and her the one glittery star. The rummage of fabric like flowing wind danced amongst her body as her flesh and bone became flowing water, gracefully dancing each step she took up the long stage of streets.

Her face was memorizing with each flutter of half lidded lashes, the flashing of those beautiful eyes reflected in the reddened lights, her smile warm as she offered a smile as thanks for the watchers standing there. The gold ornaments shining in her styles silk of hair caught the glitter of moonlight and lantern reds, causing an almost ethereal glow around her body as she danced in her silks. The silver bira bira fluttering like little butterflies each time she moved.

Beauty. Grace. Elegance.

Like a current in the sparkling blue ocean, she flowed.

Red eyes were transfixed upon her with everyone else as the party of people in front and behind her came closer, but no one paid any attention to anyone other than the main gleaming star herself because..Well he's never seen such a display before. An oiran's procession was always a sight to behold and he'd be damned if he didn't also want to stop and watch her dance to the sounds of bells and her own graceful steps.

It made him feel hungry.

Closer and closer to the end of the street they came. Angelic face coming closer and closer to his eyes, until they stopped in front of them all. And he realized that he was able to gaze right at those beautiful eyes and smile. The air was tense with silence anticipation and awe from everyone awaiting at the dancer's words. Slowly the hand a hold of the pint brought it up to his lips.

Her head slowly turned left, then slowly back to the right. Carefully scanning the crowds for a specific person until those eyes landed on him, and she smiled. "Tsukihiko?" She questioned gently.

"Indeed."

"Master Tsukihiko." The voice so calming and sweet carried with it and aura of grace as those lashes fluttered shut as she bowed. "I'm so honored to have the pleasure of meeting you."

So others leers ignored he took his first steps towards the woman who was called to the scene and presented to him like a glittering trophy for his disastrous deeds. The beautiful doll all dressed up and looking at him silently as he approached her. Each heavy thud of his steps coming up to her until he stood right in front of her. In silence she regarded him as amber eyes looked over her, up and down but without the lust of the usual audience. Instead it was more studying rather than anything else really. As if a curious fox was circling the hen house.

Red eyes took great care in studying the wrapping of fabric adorned her body. The way those ridiculous shoes made her taller when is reality she couldn't have been taller than half his upper torso. The beautiful hair pins adorned by fake bedazzled roses, bira bira, and tassels that swayed with each tiny tilt of her head, keeping that glossy silky hair nearly tied up in that hairstyle expertly done. The way her face wasn't surprisingly caked in a million layers of make up like the other women here. Instead it was just enough to make her features pop without taking away from the natural beauty of herself. Especially those reddened lips.

Pleasing to look at at least.

"Hm. You exceed my expectations."

Her smile lightly got smaller but didn't waved. "I'm glad I do. Would you like to accompany me back now that we've met?"

Usually he wouldn't be the center of attention like this, and rather blend in with the crowd however it would've made a bigger scene if he had pushed to just see the Oiran instead of allowing her to take her procession to greet him as was the normal procedure. It would garner attention but it was the norm in the Yoshiwara District, so it was better to go with the flow and blend in.

He nodded. "Yes. Let's do that."

The walk there was anything but pleasant really. Rather slow and awkward as she gracefully danced her way back into the spotlight and into the awed eyes of many spectators. Smiling in appreciation at them. He just stiffly and awkwardly walked behind her like an out of place tag along until they reached the beautiful (tacky) house and followed her inside. The wary stares followed his form up the steps after her as her dance ended at the door. Pausing her dance in exchange for walking normally but still not loosing that graceful movement. Not when she had to duck to fit within the door front and lift her expensive silks to walk inside as he followed closely behind.

"Please follow me, Master Tsukihiko-san."

He made no comment as she turned and walked away from the main room allowing him to follow her through the halls of polished floors and doors. Women were there as well. Pressing themselves into the walls or quickly shuffling themselves into one of the many rooms. A few men were there too, no doubt customers, but they also paused as they saw the image of the beauty herself walking down the halls with the man in western clothing following behind. His heavy footfalls echoing throughout the entire halls from the first floor to the second and then the third where a single hall awaited him and one large door. A scrawny servant girl was the only other person there besides them and she trembled while holding some kind of tray in her hands. She smiled at him opening the large sliding door with a bow.

Red eyes looked at her, then at the room for a few seconds calculating the minor possibility of this night being a trap, before slowly walking inside. The floor was covered in tatami mats other than a small square space in the middle of the room beholding an already boiling black tea kettle. On the far left side was a large cushion presumably for him to sit on and a small table beholding a large gourd he assumed was filled with water or sake. And plates of food were already waiting for him. The expensive stuff too.

O-toro sashimi. Wagyu steak cuts. And the rest he wasn't sure what it was. Some kind of noodles in broth. That was onigiri. Some kind of sushi he thinks?? He only knew the names of some of them because Rei either tried making them once or had spoken about wanting to try out their recipe. Sure went out of their way to accommodate him. Probably out of courtesy not that he could actually eat them.

To the fair right of the room was a low standing vanity with a pillow sat in front of it and a wide variety of make up, brushes, and other items were nearly placed upon it. A second door..Closet maybe? Or lead to a bathroom. And a large luxurious futon nearly made. Obviously her accomodations for living. A koto instrument and shamisen was leaned against the side wall on her side, tuned and ready for use at any moment.

All in all, what he expected and oirans room to look like but he was surprised at how less fancy looking it was considering the district and her high position.

"Please." He turned to her. Her gentle smile and graceful hand gestured to the large sitting pillow and table of food. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you."

He slowly allowed himself to sit in the room soft cushion, removing his hat and looking as she moved.

"As you wish, Tsukihiko-san. With your permission I'd be honored to perform a tea ceremony for you. It is but only one of the duties I can perform. With your consent, I'd like to perform it for you as a welcome start to your stay here."

He wasn't sure what to think at first watching the still woman. Before he somberly nodded. "Of course."

"As you wish."

He just mindlessly watched her. The trembling servant girl quickly handed her the tray before scrambling away, leaving the oiran alone with him. With a smile she turned to him and bowed tray in hand before stepping inside. He noticed that she didn't wear those shoes anymore so her height was where he estimated it to be. She barely reached the middle of his torso. Door sliding behind her she made her way silently to the teapot before him and sat down on her knees in silence.

He just watched as she silently began to place the objects in front of him which included two clothes, a ladle, and a few other things. The silence around them continued on other than the light noises coming from her moving around the objects. Starting with her wiping down the already dry tools, and then pouring water into the decorated cup. Before it was quickly discarded. A few other motions were performed as he watched her closely until she opened the small container filled with green powder.

She still continued to work as she spoke never once breaking her motion as he glanced suspiciously between her and the drink she began to whisk up. She continued until the cup was lifted into her hands before gently presented to him with a small pattern of Sakura blooms painting the cup's front. Amber eyes stared at it for ten seconds before holding out his hand. She placed it in his palm gently and he flinched at how soft her skin was.

He remained sitting there holding this cup as she returned to her objects. Gently placing them back onto the tray again without another look at him. He blinked looking at the green liquid within the cup, and raising a brow at brow at the bitter smell wafting out of it. There was absolutely no way his body was able to digest this anymore but he'd take it anyways to not seem impolite.

"It smells delicious. Thank you."

"I do hope you're not too displeased with the ceremony." She only smiled at him and gestured to the instruments along the wall. "If you prefer, I can play something for you instead."

"Play?"

She nodded. "Yes. I can play both the koto and shamisen. I can also perform traditional dances and sing for you if you'd like. Or perhaps you would like to hear a story? I can recite many old stories or poetry for your amusement."

He hummed. "Perhaps another time."

"Then perhaps you would prefer a more strategical challenge. I can play many board games including go and shogi."

There's an air of elegance and art and it feels far too formal here almost. "You'll be pardon if I may be blunt." The cup was slowly placed down to the side as he looked at her. "I was under the impression all of Yoshiwara women partook in promiscuity."

That made her give a small hum. "Well that's certainly not out of the question for me to do, but usually I am not summoned for something as simple as that."

"Oh. Well then I suppose you're not an ordinary woman regarding your skill set."

"Perhaps but I don't often get as many customers compared to others." His head tilted slightly in question. "You see most men prefer the company of Oiran Warabihime over everyone else's."

Daki. Supposed that he shouldn't have been surprised by that, she's had hundreds of years of experience. "I see. You do not seem broken by that fact."

She chuckled. "I have seen Warabihime in person before. She's actually quite beautiful and her skills as a professional oiran far outdo my own. I don't blame others for wanting her to be in their presence. For that I cannot be mad at anyone. To be jealous would accomplish nothing."

"That is a very mature way of thinking. Your personality pleases me."

Her smile widened. "I'm happy to meet your expectations. Shall there be anything I do for you, Mister Tsukihiko-san?"

His eyes glanced behind her in thought for a brief moment before he slowly nodded. "Yes. I'm searching for entertainment that is not of flesh for the night. So I would rather like to see you'd skills as a woman worthy of your rank. You mentioned that you play?" She nodded. "What is your favorite song?"

"Apple Blossoms. It's a piece I play with the shamisen."

"Play it."

She smiled. "If that's what you'd like."

She happily got up and shuffled to the other side of the room to grab the shamisen leaning against the wall and turned. He kept watching with calculating eyes as if he was trying to determine something, but she merely only bowed before shuffling over and calmly sitting down into place, holding her shamisen ready, and starting to prick away the notes to the song that was her favorite.

"Saa! Ah! Ah, ah, saa!"

A beautiful voice waved off the walls with the echoes of music notes playing just for the two in the company of the room. The distance sounds of voices being the only ones accompanying her music.

"Now we begin. Ah even the trees on winter days, repose with their limbs buried in snow awaiting the moment for their buds to emerge."

Her voice was rather pleasant to the ears. That pleased him.

"Ah, in Spring they are delicately, deftly pruned. Wearing medicinal herbs as make up, they revisit their youth."

The shamisen strings echoed out with her voice, lashes fluttering shut as her mouth smiled through the song.

"These flowers blossom but once a year."

He leaned closer. Head in hand as he decided something in his mind that would seal this young woman's fate forever.

"Ah when Autumn comes and it shows it's face once more it has ripened and taken on a luscious red hue and it's taste is even finer than it's color-"

She would do.

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Tired steps walked their way around the room from the vanity. It had been a long night for her entertaining her guests with songs and poetry he asked her to do. ..Well no. It was more demands than requests. Challenges for her to complete like she was being interviewed for some purpose.

"Recite for me a haiku about death." "Go receive your shogi board and see if you can best me." "Give me a reason to believe you're worth the money I spend."

That was only a few of his requests he constantly demanded one after another until he decided to leave with only a few hours left until the sun came rose back up. Escorting him to the door and seeing him off properly with a bow when he asked her one final thing.

"What do they call you?"

"I do not have a name. They refer to me by my mother's surname, Yuu, or the name the house master calls me, Yuukihime."

"That will be all."

He then left much to her relief. The man's presence was heavy and gave her an unpleasant tug in her stomach, but now all was well and she could rest. Pulling her hair out and asking a Kamuro to bring her a basin of water to wash off the night's makeup. To allow her to drag herself to futon and undress the stuffy layers of silk from her body whilst humming. Tugging her top free fully and about to ..

Her hands paused in her state of undress. A prickling feeling suddenly sent a chill down her spine and the hair on her neck standing up. Silently with her back to the door, she turned to look over her shoulder. Towards the balcony window. The shutters were long since shut earlier that night, however mysteriously a crack had appeared opening to the outside.

And just enough room for two yellow eyes to stare inside from the darkness.

SHE. SHRIEKED!!

Her high pitched scream echoed out loudly, her hands bunching up the fabrics clutched over her chest in panic. The scream startled those eyes into going wide and disappearing back into the darkness silently. She kept screaming in fear backing away from the window as heavy footsteps quickly approached. A second later the house master bursts through the door, a look of alarm on his face as he looked at her in question.

One hand immediately pointed to the balcony. "There's a person at my window!"

Quickly the alarmed look turned to anger. In just a couple quick strides he was at the window shoving the shutters open and looked out into the busy streets. The buzzing crowds below greeted him as he looked at the wall, too high to climb and had nothing for someone to grab to climb up with. The street beneath the window was bare except for the crowd not paying him attention....If someone was here they would've died if they had jumped. With furrowed brows he looked left and right before his head receded back inside to look at the terrified woman. Already a few other woman had gathered in the doorway and outside the hallway outside to see what the commotion was about.

"There's nothing out there! It's impossible for someone to be there."

"I saw their eyes!"

"What you saw was a mere owl or bat!," he spat out slamming the shutters shut with a loud thud. Finger pointing at her. "You caused enough trouble tonight, Yuukihime. If I hear anymore disturbances from you, you'll be made to go out and entertain the rest of the night!"

Angrily he stomped out passed her. The amused smirks and snickering faces enjoying the embarrassing humiliation she felt under their gazes as they were shooed back to work by the master spewing threats at them. Her panting form only able to stare at the closed shutters.

"Owls and bats don't have human pupils."

TAISHO SECRETS:

Are you curious about the vocabulary used in this chapter? Well here's a list to help better understand.

Momoware: A form of hairstyle used by maiko.

Maiko: A rank of geisha.

kushi: Basically just a decorative hair comb.

Datehyogo: A hairstyle only allowed to be worn by high ranking courtesans(Oiran), and the same ones Koinatsu and Daki wore in Kny.

kanoko dome: A hair pin with a heavily decorated top(usually a half circle, butterfly, flower, or bird) that's usually inserted in the middle of the hair bun facing the back.

Bira bira: Fluttering hair accessories usually silver in color.

Kogai: Hair pins/sticks that usually go with a matching kushi.

kanzashi: Hair pins. Usually ones that come with flowers.

koto: A traditional Japanese stringed instrument played by plucking strings similar to how one would play a harp.

kamuro: A servant to and a student of an Oiran whom she trains to one day take her rank.

Shamisen: A traditional Japanese stringed instrument similar to a biwa or lute.

Haiku: A form of poetry usually with three verses.

Go/Shogi: A Japanese strategic board game.

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Mojito + Douma & Kokushibo

Devotion.

Starring: Douma x f!reader; Kokushibo x f!reader; Douma x f!reader x Kokushibo; mention to Gyokko and Muzan;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, threesome, public sex, dom!Kokushibo, dom!Douma, sub!reader, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, anal penetration, double penetration, bitemarks, hair pulling, reader is a demon, manhandling, blood drinking, violence in battle, consuming humans, dispicable use of blood as a cosmetic, kind of sacrilegious scenary (sex in the shrine area);

Plot: As one of Douma’s most loyal followers, you had some privileges. One of those was being turned into a demon and trained to climb the ranks of the Upper Moons. When Gyokko died, Muzan chose you to take his place. In the middle of a training session with the leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult and the Upper Moon One, you accidentally hit them with your blood demon technique: aphrodisiac blood. Pinned down by your comrades, you were demanded to show them your devotion.

Drink chosen: MOJITO (double!penetration, threesome, anal sex, vaginal sex, marking the partner);

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT | RULES FOR THE EVENT

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The Moon glowed solitary in a starless dark sky. Under the pale light provided by the satellite, you were sitting on the cold stairs of an ancient shrine, forgotten by the neglectful humans who had built it centuries ago to probably appease the divine wrath of their god. Ivy and dirt blanketed the abandoned building, now deemed a pit of demons and curses by the local folklore. Pitiful. It was nothing but pitiful. You grimaced at the thought of the typical human inconsistency and stupidity.

Still, not long ago, you were a human too. Some memories from your past life still flashed in your mind. Who were you before you turned into a blood-thirsted creature? You were a devoted young girl, living in a Temple in which people disappeared mysteriously from their beds in the dead of the night. It was a ritual, or this is what the Leader of the Cult wanted his followers to believe. Those humans were doomed. Their naivety and faith were their downfall. However, while he deliberately manipulated the whining mass of people seeking protection and blessings from him, he had never tried to hide his identity, his nature, to you. Loyal to him, you had always stood by his side, not manifesting horrified expressions, when he devoured people in front of you. Your fingers were usually threading through his silky platinum blond hair, whilst he fed. Humming sweet melodies for him, helping him to bathe, you had gradually become his life companion, or something close to it. Along with the favors and attentions he required, he did not abstain from asking you to indulge into the bed with him.

Satisfying your Lord, though, did not feel unpleasant. There was something enthralling about the way he broke you down and built you up.

To show you his gratitude, Douma had therefore turned you into a demon to preserve your beauty. It was amusing how you had inheridated some of his characteristic. Your nails, pointy and lilac, were among them. Your devotion intensified. By the time you had trained enough to be capable of not shaking in front of Muzan Kibutsuji, Douma had suggested him to make you one of the Twelve Kitsuki. You felt on top of the world, the glory of finally standing at the top ensnared your senses and you gladly complied to the King of demons’s order to show your loyalty to him.

Standing up now, you detected the subtle attack coming from your left. Dodging it was easy, the golden tessen aiming at your neck cut a mere strand of your hair. You smirked, kneeling a few feet away from your opponent. Pearly fangs shining under the moonlight, Douma waved his hand at you casually.

“Ah, you’ve become so agile, Y/N-chan!” Douma stated, as you casually approached him with a soft smile on your red-painted lips. He, only he or another demon could say what it was smeared over your mouth.

His hand gripping your hair and straining your neck made you wince. His tongue darted out of his mouth, lapping at the dried blood you used to decorate your lips. Your clawed hand gripped his cheek, nails digging onto the smooth flesh enough to pierce his flesh and draw blood. You had become so much rougher with each other since you had become the new Upper Rank Five. Your animalistic and savage nature had kicked in, surprising your carefree friend to some extents.

“And you are perpetually needy” you whispered, lips hovering over his, before you ungraciously shoved him off of you and caused him to tumble onto the ground.

Douma was fascinated, watching as you rested your bare foot on top of his broad chest and bit down onto your wrist. Oh, how much he loved feeding from you. The sight of your crimson blood dribbling down your skin and splattering onto his face made his cock throb into his pants. The need to be inside of you was unbearable. The Upper Moon Two diligently opened his mouth, tongue welcoming the drops of blood you were so generously letting drip from your wound. Once again, you were subservient, indulgent.

His hand slided up your naked calf, squeezing it suggestively, rainbow-colored eyes locking with yours as you sighed and decided to cruelly deprive him of your proximity, of your intoxicating blood.

Douma groaned, pushing himself up on his elbows as your skin regenerated quickly “Ah, come on, what did I say to piss you off now?” he asked you, but he did not receive an answer from you, because the air around the shrine suddenly became asphyxiating. Your eyes grew round, your knees almost buckling under the pressure, upon ascertaining the Upper Moon One had joined you two. You were expecting him to come; whenever Muzan gave orders, he was the only one who never failed his expectations.

Bowing your head respectfully at the highest rank of what remained of the Twelve Kizuki, you greeted him “Kokushibo-dono, it’s a joy to welcome you here. We were just waiting for you to begin” you cooed, breaking the eeare silence enveloping the area.

You knew nothing about him, beside his sense of honor and an incommensurable admiration for the progenitor of your specimen. A rational, taciturn man who hardly ever barged into the unimportant squabbles taking place among those below him. What mattered to that man was the impertubable balance of powers.

An high-pitched gasp from behind you, caught your attention and, in a blink of an eye, Douma was standing right next to you “Ah, Kokushibo-dono, it’s been so long! You have declined all of my invitations to visit my residence… It’s a shame, really! Recently, I’ve taken in a couple of lovely girls. I looked forward to share them with you” the Upper Moon Two ranted, that fake overjoyed smile curving the angles of his lips upwards, while he sneakily swung his arm around your waist, yanking you against his side.

You sighed, a pout on your lips, before you searched for Kokushibo’s gaze to begin your training session. While you were more than capable of taking down a Pillar on your own, you still had some troubles in controlling your blood demon technique and, with the incoming war, Muzan wanted you to be extremely proficient, impeccable. Letting you train along the two strongest demons alive was the best way to improve your skills.

The former Demon Slayer sized you up, hand resting onto the hilt of his katana out of habit “Y/N. — he greeted you, his six bloodshot eyes then darting on the tall man at your left — Hard times require total concentration. There is absolutely no time to slack off and indulge into sordid, deplorable activities. Get in position” he sternly said, causing the younger demon to sneer and plant a kiss on your cheek before distancing himself from you leisurely.

You had no idea of the specific schedule he had chosen for you, yet the moment your nose was pierced by the fragrance of human blood, and your ears heard heavy footsteps rapidly consuming the road leading from the woods to the shrine, you put the pieces together. You looked at Kokushibo, not surprised by his lack of an explanation. Slayers. Those humans running straight to their death were Slayers the Upper Moon One had purposefully conducted to you.

“Oh, is that food? Please, tell me pretty girls in black uniforms are coming for us…” Douma chimed, his smile broadening as he tried to take a step towards the dark forest.

Kokushibo’s gesture of the hand, though, was enough to stop him from doing anything more than watching the scene unfold before his dreamy eyes.

Being the center of the attention had never been more difficult than now. Your eyes scrutinized the area, your nails ready to rip to shreds whomever had the audacity to attempt to slice your head off of your shoulders. A few seconds passed by before you spotted the group of young Slayers running towards you. Ready for battle, glaring at you, they unsheathed their blades. Six humans, not exactly weaklings, craved your head. But before you could just charge at them, Kokushibo spoke out again.

“Use your technique. Focus solely on it”.

His deep voice, for some reason, sent shivers down your spine. Probably, you were just enthralled by the massacre about to take place in the holy territory underneath your feet. Or maybe you were already losing control. Nevertheless, you quickly switched your attention back on the youngs group of humans in front of you.

“Good evening” you cooed, smiling faintly at the now shaking people looking at you and your frightening friends in horror.

“Upper ranks… We’re dead. Tell the crows to send a Pillar” a female Slayer blurted out, sweat beading her forehead as she frantically looked at both her sides in search for possible ways out of this situation.

“A Pillar? Are you fucking blind? We need more than a Pillar here!” her comrade said, eyes not leaving your frame as you sighed and shook your head. It was pointless. What could three Pillars do anyway against three upper ranks? Nothing.

Your eyes glinted, your hand caressing the cheek of the female slayer who had suggested to call a Pillar. You heard them gasp, when they realized you were standing practically among them, not fearing their deadly blades at all. You were blatantly challenging them, awaiting for the right moment to devour them. You giggled, before you disappeared from the small circle around you, holding the young fighter in your arms before you speaking again. Back in your original spot, you were running your fingers through the silky black hair of the girl, her body writhing under your touch as you leaned your face down to your let your lips graze her earlobe. It was time to satisfy your whims and you did not hesitate to activate your technique.

“Blood demon art: the human puppet” you whispered, the white sclera of your eyes fading into black.

Before your victim could even register what was happening, blood threds connected to her joints and she naturally dropped to her knees in front of you. Adoration in her eyes, she hugged your legs, the effects of your aphrodisiac blood driving her nuts.

“What’s happening? What did she do to her?” the head of the group snapped, trying to assess your reactions to figure out what your power could do.

Honestly, you were having fun. There was no pressure of ending things quickly for once. You had all the time in world to enjoy your minutes of glory and you did. You smiled at the girl at your feet, clasping your hands together as you listened to her words.

“How can I serve you?” she meekly asked you, cheeks flushing up as you hummed and gestured at her friends at her back, hunger for blood making your mouth salivate, albeit you tried to get a grip of yourself.

“Those people have offended me. Why don’t you kill them for me?” you asked, watching in glee as she hastily picked her sword back up and sprinted towards them. Ready to defend themselves, the slayers cursed your name as the group had apparently decided to split. You watched in interest three of them charging at you, homicidal instinct in their eyes, while the rest of them sparred with their comrade.

All the while, you had felt Douma and Kokushibo’s eyes on you, studying your moves, contemplating your choices and strategies. They had not bothered helping you out and they did not seem interested in it anyway, at least, until a disaster happened. Trusting blindly in your abilities, you had waited too long before activating your technique. The moment you did, you were forced to block the slash of a slayer with your forearm. The impact was powerful enough to cause your blood to spill, accidentally splattering on your two colleagues faces, staining their lips and inhebriating them.

Faltering, you had no time to apologize that a katana sliced through your opponent’s head. The thud of his body colliding onto the ground was followed by the screams of terror and agony of the others. Soon enough, you were surroundered by bunch of dismembered corpses, no more sounds echoing in the calm forest, if not… Heavy breaths, grunts of frustration. Affected by your technique, the upper moon One and Two were staring right into your eyes, their fangs protruding from their gums, ferally hissing to fight the primal urges of dominating the weakest prey in front of them. It was your fault. The second form of your blood demon technique was literally called ‘primal lust of the hunter’.

Taking a few impish steps back, you tried to comfort them “I promise the side effects are going to wear off in a few—”.

“How long?” Kokushibo growled, planting his sword onto the ground. You had never seen him like that.

“Kokushibo-dono, I… I—”.

A sudden grip on your forearm, yanking you towards them, made you gasp in sheer embarrassment. That look in their eyes, that way of staring you down in hunger promised nothing less than a long night of submission ahead of you.

“How long?” the Upper moon One hissed on your face, his grip on your forearm intensifying, until you confessed the truth.

“Until you reach the peak of your ecstasy” you blurted out, earning an hysterical laughter from Douma, who grasped a fistful of your hair and encircled your waist with a hand. His abs glued to your back, he rotated his hips against your rear, the clothed bulge underneath the layers he wore poking at you with unbridled hunger.

You shuddered, closing your eyes “I can help you! I can help you both!” you fretted, body on fire as their hands began to undress you with urgency.

Probably, this was the biggest mistake of your life, but the famous thing that happened once ever in a lifetime too. Lips devoured yours instantly, the guttural groan escaping Kokushibo lips made your disclose your lips automatically to let his tongue invade your mouth. Your hands threaded your the former Slayer’s hair, tugging at his ponytail to squash his body against yours. Fangs sank onto the crook of your neck, your whimper swallowed by Koksuhibo, as Douma hand slipped underneath your ripped kimono and masterly cupped your sex.

How many times had he done that to you? So many nights, so many nights but not a single one of them could compare to what he was making you feel right now. Douma always took his sweet time in tearing you apart, but his thumb did not indulge much on your throbbing clitoris.

You whined in protest, only for him to take a step back and unbuckle the belt of his pants “Sorry, Y/N-chan, but I feel… Oh, my sweet gods, I feel like I could burst into my own pants, if I don’t fuck that pretty hole of yours. Not much prep today, okay?” he rasped out, sweat running down the valley of your breasts along with the blood still dribbling down your collarbone in irregular crimson lines from his harsh bite onto your neck.

When the Upper Moon One pulled away, his hands discarding his robes onto the ground, finally granting you the celestial sight of his chiseled body, you struggled to keep your composure: the body of a warrior, the body of a divinity. The body of a man who had trained for centuries, in the desperate chase to proclaim himself the strongest slayer alive.

“Her womb is mine” he declared firmly, causing your knees to buckle, when he grasped your hips and made you straddle him easily. Douma surprisingly did not retaliate, kneeling right behind you instead as his hand slipped down between your thighs to collect some of your juices.

He growled, the pads of his fingers collecting the result of your wanton before smearing them onto the entrance of your puckered hole. You writhed, glancing at him from above your shoulder, before pulling him into a sloppy kiss “You better worship the ground I walk on after this” you whispered, only for a pathetic whimper to leave your lips as Kokushibo’s calloused band grasped your jaw unceremoniously and turned your head towards him once again.

“He’s your superior, but I personally don’t see the number one etched in his eyes” the man darkly said, pushing his hips against yours and witnessing to the way you came to realize his hakama were now loosely hanging down his hips. His cock, standing as a ramrod, was probbing at your entrance with arrogance, his free hand angling your hips to favor the penetration.

“I apologize, Kokushibo-dono. — you breathed out, arching your back as he lined the bulbous tip on you clenching hole — Douma and I are familiar with this kind of entertainment” you explained, breath hitching in your throat when the blond man at your back began to slide a finger into your backside to stretch you out a little. He was seething in anger, frustration of not having the chance to paint the welcoming walls of your pussy in white, as he always did.

The Upper Moon Two smirked “That’s right! I think Kokushibo-dono will absolutely love to hear how much of a slut you are when you are stuffed so full of cum that you twitch like a fish dying on the shore” he remarked, your eyes screwed shut as you felt your tight walls swallowing his fingers into your most private parts.

Were you going to be able to walk after this? If they actually injured you, was your demonic regeneration going to heal your wounds?

“Enough talk” Kokushibo flatly said, unsympathetically pinching your right nipple to hear you squirm under his ministrations as well.

And, gosh, you did. What made him groan out in pleasure, his stolid mask slipping, was the way your pussy squeezed him up perfectly when he entered you. Hands planted onto your hipbones, Kokushibo guided you up and down onto his length. The girth had almost made you regret your choice of taking care of their impellent needs, but the way he occasionally let the head of his cock kiss your cervix made you cry out loudly, shamelessly, your head lolling back on Douma’s shoulder as he also began to slide into you.

You had no idea how you had managed to, how your body had adapted to that tempo, to the way they were manhandly you, but when Douma had filled you up to the brim, his pelvis slapping against your arses, you knew you had showed your devotion to them.

“Fuck! I— O my God… — you whimpered out, vision blurry as tears ran down your cheeks copiously — K-Koku, Koku, I can’t” you inhaled sharply, only for him to snort at your face, a powerful thrust causing your whole body to collapse against his.

“It’s Lord Kokushibo to you”.

His words, vivid in your mind, were the only thing you remembered hearing from him after they were done with you. Panting, a mass of sweat and fluids, you were sandwitched between them. Kokushibo came deep into you, arms almost possessively keeping you in place, his gestures so cold and methodical. You wondered, you wondered if a long time ago he had been married, if he had fucked her with the only intention of impregnating her because you were damned if he had not given you that impression.

Douma was breathing heavily, tongue lapping at the umpteenth wound he had left onto your neck, as he softened into you. He had not pulled out as well, you could feel his sperm oozing out from your abused hole as you barely had the energy to nuzzle your head into Kokushibo’s chest.

He did not caress you, neither said a word, but he allowed you to rest like that for a little while. Your training had just begun.

AUTHOR NOTE.

A big thank you to the anon who had submitted this request! I said it once and I’ll say it again: writing threesomes is amusing! Also… I might have a thing for Douma, that’s pretty evident by now. Thank you for your support and see you in the next work!

Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

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sanemisstalker · 2 years ago

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NSFW // KNY characters who take their pussy rare.

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

DOUMA

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

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

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

-he would never. Have you no faith?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SEKIDO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TENGEN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-His thighs look really pretty covered in blood.

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

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

AKAZA

-Eats pussy for his own enjoyment. At your service, hand and foot, 25/8- Does not care what state your vagina is in, he's just grateful to be here.

-A very calm lover. A very calming lover, as well. Doesn't care about taste, smell, visual- barely even cares how he got there. All that matters is that he's doing his job, and he's fulfilling your wishes.

-Such a service bottom it is UNDENIABLY sickening. Zero regard for his own pleasure, entirely subservient.

-See Guard dog and wounded master. Willing to lick the blood from any given wound if he believes it to help. Wishes his spit was healing because seeing you like this is gut wrenching to him. He isn't sure why, but he know it hurts.

-Kitten licks to your clit. He doesn't care if his tongue gets tired. His thumbs massage your lips, keeping your ass elevated at just the right height to make all of it fade away.

-Begs you to come even if he knows how hard that must be given the circumstances. Can't bare to see you in pain anymore than this.

-The head boarders on high. He's chocked you full of any and every pain killer from the time. As it works it's way through your veins, the soft pampering to your pussy becomes borderline overstimulating.

-He thinks you're squirming from pain, so he tries even harder to make it feel better. You can't stop cumming once you start.

-You're in tears under his tongue, and he's lapping up every drop of blood your pussy has to offer. It's euphoric for him, in a way. This was a large point of contention between the two of you. Never wanting to be eaten, and yet being satisfied in such a gluttonous way.

-When you push his head away, he looks up at you with a cakey, pink face. His eyes wide and wondering.

-'Was I too rough?' And when you shake your head no, and your voice sounds all too content, he can't help but smile. With his reddened, cum and blood covered lips, he looks a little too perfect.

-'That makes me happy.'

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g0dwat3rwritings · 2 years ago

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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.

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myslutwritings · 2 years ago

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Hello could you do uppermoons with a S/O who has anger issues?

ofc! thank you for the requesting:)

➤ Uppermoons reaction to a S/O who has anger issues

including; Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu & Urogi

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Muzan Kibutsuji

• He believes the way you act is childish whenever you’re angry/upset.

• A little bit hypocritical of him considering he potentially has slight anger issues himself but after all he is a demon so he assumes it’s normal. Doesn’t really think much of it tbh.

• If you’re the type to have frequent outbursts/tantrums when you’re angry i feel like he would just ignore you until you’ve calmed down.

• Not the best at comfort. Affection isn’t his forte.

• Once you’ve calmed down a bit he’d return to comfort you in his own way.

• His way may not be as affectionate but it’s his way of showing you he cares.

• Muzan isn’t a softie (obviously) he’s very intimidating and downright the embodiment of evil so his way of showing affection is not ideal.

• But he cares though (more than you think)

• As your relationship progresses and you open up more about your own mental issues and needs and how you prefer to be cared for whenever you’re having an episode he’ll try to be more understanding!!

• Muzan still isn’t all that used to it but he tries just for you.

• Sometimes finds it amusing when the smallest little things piss you off though..

• He’ll chuckle under his breath at your little childish out bursts which only adds more fuel to the fire.

• Might bring you one of his victims so you can take your anger out on them because he assumes it’ll soothe down your nerves

• He’s never met someone like you and your emotions are pretty powerful. It makes him wonder how powerful you’ll be as a demon if he were to turn you into one. He prefers you as a human though because of the power imbalance.

• Fights may occur frequently between y’all due to you accidentally taking your anger out on him sometimes (god help your poor soul)

• Don’t worry! He won’t kill you.

• Usually he is very calm whenever you’re angry but if you just lash out and take everything out on him he’ll get pissed too.

• Whenever you two are some arguing you guys kind of just forget it ever happened and he just holds you in his arms or makes you sit on his lap to see if that helps you or not.

Kokushibo

• Kokushibo here sorta gives off this semi-calm vibe in my opinion? However, whenever he is angry it’s fucking terrifying.

• Whenever you’re upset he will sit you down so the two of you can discuss it.

• Like Muzan he will probably chuckle if you’re mad over something so tiny.

• However, unlike Muzan he isn’t toxic about it.

• He’s still a demon though so don’t expect it to be perfect.

• If you tell him what’ll make you feel better then he’ll do it in a heartbeat.

• You need a hug? okay! You don’t want to be touched? that’s fine too! he’ll give you the space you need until you’ve calmed down.

• I feel like he is the type to grab you firmly by the shoulders and tell you to calm the fuck down.

• Or maybe he’ll stare at you menacingly until your anger subsides..

• He’s the voice of reason whenever you’re upset over something ridiculous.

• If you’re mad for an entirely different reason (that’s valid in his eyes) is when he’s more caring and affectionate. (then again, in his own way)

• Kokushibo is quiet. He is not all that vocal unless he’s fighting demon slayers but whenever he isn’t on a mission he gives the “quiet kid” vibe.

• Koku embraces you and strokes your hair if you cry when you’re mad.

• If you’re the type to break things whenever you’re mad Kokushibo dislikes that sort of behavior. Isn’t a fan of extreme loud noises. He will get you to stop by manhandling you. Doesn’t usually raise his voice at his precious s/o no matter how mad they are.

Douma

• My fucking god.

• This little shit finds it cute

• Will tease you. (finds your anger issues entertaining)

• Human emotion is just so strange!!

• Fun fact: Douma actually feels emotions around you. However, it’s still somewhat foreign to him and he still has major difficulty understanding human emotions. (please be patient with even tho he is a menace)

• If you talk to him about it more he will surprisingly understand you. This surprises you because he doesn’t understand any of his followers half of the time. (You special frfr)

• Don’t expect the teasing to stop entirely though.

• He thinks mortals are so endearing when they spark with such intense emotions over the stupidest of reasons!

• It doesn’t matter how pissed off you are. This mf will only continue to think it’s adorable and tease you relentlessly which boils your blood to the maximum level..

• Blud DEADASS gets confused when you snap at him for it.

• “Ehh?? why are you mad at me?!” (He’ll whine about it)

• Douma is a complete menace. Knows exactly what he’s doing.

• Once he realizes “Maybe they don’t actually like it when i tease them..” he’ll tone it down a notch.

• Still somewhat teases you though. That isn’t going to go away permanently but he will tone it down only for your sake!

• Similar to Muzan, he will laugh at you when you get mad over something little/stupid.

• And like Kokushibo, also the type to manhandle you if you’re out of control. (Smiles the whole time while handling your feisty ass)

• However, he is still sweet so if you sit down and talk to him then he’ll do anything he can to make you feel better! After all, you’ve always been there for him so he must return the favor!

• Whenever you cry when you’re mad Douma forcibly pulls you onto his lap and peppers your face in kisses.

• If you’re going on a rant about something that made you angry he’ll definitely shut you up by kissing you if he grows bored/tired of listening to you.

• He is a slave for you so he’ll let you take your frustrations out on him (New kink unlocked)

• Always finds your emotions very intriguing. How can a human feel so much?

• If there was a certain someone who triggered your anger issues Douma will just eat them! He won’t let anyone hurt you<33

• Or he’ll maybe let you kill them to help you feel better.

Akaza

• Akaza is beyond caring and understanding of your anger issues!

• Akaza is very worried about you! Will want to communicate with you immediately about this.

• He listens to everything you have to say.

• Does get a little taken aback by your outburst though. you’re like a volcano.

• He’ll politely ask to hug you if you’re the type who wants to be touched when you’re angry to help calm you down!

• Offers to give you a massage as well.

• However, if you want space then he’ll gladly give you that as well!

• Will occasionally check up on you, asking you if you need anything.

• Whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

• If you want to break things when you get angry he will find objects for you to take your anger out on.

• If you’re a demon and you get heated he might find it hot when you’re mad. He’ll watch with pride as you fuck the shit up out of one of the demon slayers!

• I feel great pity if anyone caused you to get angry. This man will ANNIHILATE a village worth of people if they’ve hurt you in any way. (He’s super overprotective)

• Overall 10/10 boyfriend! will always be here for you and help you during your episodes:)

Sekido

• Oh boy. SAME BOAT, SAME BOAT.

• Like you, he too has a very short temper.

• Okay, i feel like he is definitely the most understanding out of EVERYONE.

• Sekido’s anger issues are SEVERE (just like yours)

• He honestly relates to you.

• Sekido is scary enough but the two of you combined? All hell will break loose.

• The other clones are terrified of you both 😭😭

• And if you’re a demon that’s a whole different story..

• You guys are a power duo and definitely go on killing sprees together whenever y’all’s anger is out of control.

• All though he’s the one who truly understands you he isn’t the type to communicate about it nor provide you with any ideal comfort.

• Sekido’s way of showing affection/comfort is just letting you stay mad until you’ve calmed down or just shit talking with you about whatever made you mad

• He will listen to you and understand. Bro will be mad FOR you in any situation that ticked you off 💀

• It makes HIM even more infuriated whenever someone pissed you off.

• Will kill them INSTANTLY for you and will not give a shit if you protest.

• Y’all scare the shit out of the other clones. (and each other)

• Have i not mentioned the both of you have the strong tendency to take y’all’s anger out on each other?

• It’s crazy.

• The sex is great though so it’s fine! (y’all have hate sex)

Karaku

• Like Douma, he’ll tease you relentlessly

• This mf prolly gets horny from seeing how ANGRY his s/o gets.

• He’s honestly surprised at first.. he thought you were innocent.

• Karaku has to deal with Sekido all the time so he isn’t scared of you.

• The only difference is that he finds you cute/hot when you’re mad.

• Bro will probably offer you head to make you feel better. He is the pleasure demon after all so he’ll do anything that’ll pleasure your angry little self!

• Steamy make-out sessions 😍‼️

• The type of mf to fuck the anger outta you probably (Or he’ll let you fuck him)

• He will also tease you and laugh at you though (He is a jerk like that)

• He teases you WAYY more than he does sekido

• He will baby you if you start to cry when you’re angry

• Now, do not be mistaken. Karaku DOES care but his way of providing comfort is rigged with his sadistic personality.

• You remind him a lot of Sekido just less intimidating because you’re his partner.

• Will hype you up if you destroy shit when you’re mad. He can just replace them anyway so it doesn’t matter

• “OH YEAH, FUCK THAT SHIT UPPPP!”

• Sometimes doesn’t understand when you only grow more angry with him when he hyped you up or when he teases you. Humans are so funny to him.

• if you were a demon he’d probs get even more turned on if you just slaughtered the hell out of the person who made you angry.

• Karaku will lend you his fan that he uses so you can destroy more things with it while you’re mad!

• Would love, love, LOVE to see you take down anything in existence with his fan.

• He isn’t the best communicator but he’ll hear you out whenever you’re venting.

• He doesn’t have anger issues so he won’t truly understand. But he’ll be there for you so that’s good, right?

• Still capable of sweetly comforting you! He will hug you and pepper your tear-stained face in kisses (Still picks on you though)

• With all that aside, Karaku messes with you still and that’ll never end. Unlike Douma he won’t ever stop teasing you nor level it down a bit despite your protests.

Aizetsu

• This pussy bitch is scared.

• Bro cries because of you

• He strongly dislikes yelling and overly violent behavior. (Is not too fond of loud noises basically)

• He is scared shitless of sekido. so when he founds out you get as angry, if not more angry than sekido himself Aizetsu is going to be petrified at first.

• Aizetsu may be a demon who devours people but out of all of the other clones he’s the most soft.

• He is usually calm, tends to give silent reactions but whenever you’re angry and yelling his mind is at war. He’s scared but also worried for his s/o at the same time.

• On the verge of a panic attack on the days/nights you’re mad.

• Will be scared if you have dramatic outbursts

• The one to watch you silently, on the verge of an anxiety attack as you flip the fuck out over whatever angered you.

• Aizetsu won’t judge you if you’re mad over something small. However, he will definitely be confused though. (Why are you angered by something so meaningless?)

• BUT!! despite your ballistic behavior and immature tantrums you’re still his beloved s/o! Aizestu will still do his all to ensure you’re protected and safe from harms way at ALL costs!!

• Aizetsu probably trembles whenever you scream a bit too loudly (It always surprises him because he never knows what’s going to set you off)

• When he first found out about your anger issues (Which was completely out of the blue because you’ve never told him before) Aizetsu is a tad bit disappointed you never told him prior.

• Eventually he will get used to it (sorta) and as he does he will feel guilty for not comforting you properly in the past.

• Aizetsu will let you lay your head on his lap as you vent/rant about what pissed you off.

• Aizetsu is still fiercely protective of his beloved s/o. Will unalive whoever upset you.

Urogi

• You and Urogi are the complete opposite

• He is positive and joyful while you’re negative and cunning.

• Whenever he witnesses you having an episode he will immediately bear hug you.

• Attacks you with kisses and laughs.

• Doesn’t really understand but he will listen to you!

• Like Karaku he will probably tease you only to immediately regret it because you won’t let that slide 💀

• Tries to ask sekido for help or the other clones. (Doesn’t get any)

• He’s not scared of you like Aizetsu because he deals with Sekido’s burning rage on a daily basis

• Urogi tries his hardest to keep his S/O in a positive mindset!

• Not the greatest at advice giving but (kind of) an excellent listener.

• He’s usually very hyperactive and talkative but whenever you need to vent/rant then he’s all ears and won’t interrupt you!

• Will wrap his wings around you in a protective manner if you want to be spooned by him.

• The type of man to take you out whenever you’re upset to get some fresh air.

• Probably will offer you sex to see if that’ll make you feel better 😭

• I feel like Urogi would be clingy so if you ask him for space it’ll be hard for him because he just wants to make sure you’re okay!

• Sometimes he finds it attractive when you’re angry

• a/n: I don’t know what else to put here (LMAO)

that’s about all! i hope you enjoyed reading<3

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