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A/n: i just wanted to write something for this flame-headed crimson roll cause i miss him so much😭. Hope you enjoy!

Autumn Blossoms - |Kitsune!Kyojuro Rengoku x Miko!Reader| [ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ: ʏᴏᴋᴀɪ ᴀᴜ]

The crisp autumn air whispered through the maple trees, casting a veil of golden leaves upon the serene landscape.

The crisp autumn air brushed against your face as you made your way up the winding path to the old Shinto shrine on the mountainside. The vibrant red and orange leaves rustled gently, creating a soothing melody that guided your steps. A Miko or Shinto shrine maiden, you are, with your pure white kimono and red hakama pants, a testament to your devotion to the Kami.

However, today, your heart was filled with a different kind of devotion as you made your way up the winding path to the old temple on the mountain. A mix of anticipation and nerves flows through you, for this was the place where a particular kitsune, a fox yokai, resided.

Kyojuro Rengoku, with his mesmerizing golden eyes and mischievous grin, captured your heart long ago.

As you approached the temple, you could feel your pulse quicken. Clutched in your hands was a basket filled with Kyojuro's favorite treat: Satsumaimo (Japanese sweet potatoes), their aroma wafting through the crisp autumn air. You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves, and stepped through the red torii gate, the sacred entrance to the temple.

Kyojuro?!" You called out, looking around temple grounds "Are you here?"

A rustling sound in the wind caught your attention, and suddenly, a handsome young man with golden eyes, fox ears, and a fox tail emerged.

(Y/n)!" Kyojuro exclaimed, his fiery hair shimmering in the fading sunlight as his expression lit up with delight at the sight of you.

"You've come to visit me once again. I'm overjoyed to see you!"

You felt your cheeks flush as you approached him, the basket of sweet potatoes held out in front of you. "Of course. Anyway, I brought you your favorite," you said.

You definitely didn't miss the way his golden and red eyes widened in delight as a grin stretched across his lips.

"Your thoughtfulness is a gift in itself, my sweet flame!♡" He said, his voice rich and melodious.

Your heart flutters at the nickname, and you feel his fingers brushing against your hand as he takes the basket.

After a moment of silence, you mustered the courage to speak the words you'd been longing to say as you took a deep breath, your eyes shining with emotion.

"Kyojuro, there's something I need to tell you."

Kyojuro tilted his head, a curious expression crossing his features. "What is it?"

"I... I love you," you finally confessed, your face on fire as you continued. "I've loved you for so long, and I can no longer keep it to myself."

Kyojuro's eyes widened, and a moment of stunned silence passed between you two. Then, a radiant smile blossomed on his handsome face, and he reached out to cup your cheek while being mindful of his claws as not to accidentally scratch your cheek.

"I love you too, my sweet flame. More than you could ever know."

Without another word, Kyojuro's lips met your in a passionate, tender kiss. The world around them faded away, and in that moment, it was just the two of you, lost in the warmth of your love as the autumn leaves danced in the gentle breeze and the Kami themselves blessed your union.

As the two of you parted, you gazed up at Kyojuro, your eyes shining with tears of happiness. "I never dared to hope that you would feel the same," you murmured.

"Believe it, my love," Kyojuro replied, his voice joyous and tender. "You have captured my heart, and I am forever yours."

In that moment, you knew that your love for Kyojuro was as eternal as the changing of the seasons and that you love had blossomed, ─ a testament to the power of the heart to find its true companion, even amidst the enchanting mysteries of the Shinto realm.

Hand in hand, the two lovers walked through the temple grounds, their laughter and whispers of affection mingling with the gentle rustling of the autumn leaves.

#rengoku kyojuro #demon slayer #kny #x reader #fluff #yokai au #kitsune #oneshot #romance #my heart

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mokokone · 1 month

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Hey. Sorry if I'm distracting. I would like to request a kusuriuri/reader yandere. I know the yandere theme has already been touched upon, but I would be interested in reading a specific plot involving the use of "medicines" on the reader. tysm in advance, love your writings!

A/n: No words can not describe the things I've written for this. Honestly, a Yandere!Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri scares me(😨). But hope you enjoy.

⚠Warning!⚠ This story contains sensitive topics, and may not be suitable for sensitive readers. Reader discretion is advised.

The Apothecary's Obsession |Yandere!Kusuriuri x Reader|

Kusuriuri gazed upon your sleeping form, his heart swelling with a twisted adoration. You're his everything, his reason for being, and he would stop at nothing to ensure you never left his side. As he watched your chest rise and fall, a sickening sense of possessiveness consumed him.

With a careful hand, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingertips lingering on her soft skin. "My beautiful (Y/n)," he whispered, his voice laced with a dangerous affection.

"You'll never leave me, will you?"

Reaching into the obi of his kimono, he produced a small vial filled with a translucent liquid. Gently, he tilted your head back and parted your cherry blossom lips, allowing a few drops of the concoction to trickle into you mouth.

You stirred slightly, but remained in your deep slumber.

"Shh, my love," he soothed, cradling you in his arms. "This is just a little something to help you rest a bit longer." He pressed his lavender lips against yours, savoring the taste of you, his embrace tightening possessively.

When you finally awoke, you found yourself in the familiar surroundings of the small minka (a traditional Japanese house). Kusuriuri was by your side, a gentle smile on his face, and holding a tea cup and saucer in his lap.

"Good morning, my dear," he said, offering you the steaming cup of tea. "You've been sleeping a lot as of late, so I made you some special medicine to help keep your energy up," he lied.

"Drink up."

"Oh, thank you, Kusuriuri," You accepted the cup, your brow furrowed in confusion. "I... I don't know what's wrong with me. I hope I'm not coming down with head-cold." You said.

Kusuriuri chuckled softly, his hand caressing her cheek. "If you are, then I'll take care of you, my love. But perhaps you're just simply exhausted. Now, drink your tea and rest."

Reluctantly, you sipped the tea, the warm liquid soothing your throat. As the minutes ticked by, you felt a familiar drowsiness settle over your, your eyelids growing heavy.

"That's it, my dear," Kusuriuri murmured, pulling your close. "Sleep now, and when you wake, everything will be alright~♡"

Succumbing to the "medicine's" effects, you drifted off, unaware of the twisted obsession that consumed your lover.

Kusuriuri watched over you, his embrace tightening possessively, Carefully, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a possessive kiss. "You are mine, (Y/n)," he whispered, "and no one else will ever have you." He adds, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing intensity.

"I'll make sure of that."

As you slept, Kusuriuri prepared a second remedy, one that would ensnare you very being to him. He poured the liquid into your mouth, ensuring that every drop was consumed before gently shaking you awake.

"Wake up, my love," he murmured, his fingers tracing the contours of your face.

Your eyes fluttered open, and your gazed blankly up at Kusuriuri suddenly feeling a newfound adoration.

"Kusuriuri~♡" you breathed, your voice dripping with love and desire, "I need you. I need you so much~♡"

Kusuriuri smiled, his plan unfolding perfectly. "And I will always be here for you, my dear. Forever and always."

And so the cycle continued, with Kusuriuri making medicine for you whenever he feared you might stray, his love for you twisted into a dark, unbreakable obsession. In his twisted mind, he was the only one who could truly care for you, the only one who could keep you safe and loved.

As the sun set on the small wooden minka, the shadows seemed to grow longer, reflecting the darkness that had taken root in Kusuriuri's heart. And you, oblivious to the true nature of your lover's affection, continued to sleep, trapped in a nightmare from which you could not escape.

#medicine seller #mononoke kusuriuri #x reader #kusuriuri #mononoke 2007 #mononoke 2024 #yandere #dark #What the hell did i just write?#drug usage #nothing too serious #no smut #possesive love #obsessive yandere #fanfic

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Hihi~!!! I saw your Eternal Sorrow, and it was truly amazing and heartbreaking 💔. Soooo can I request funny stories of Kusuriuri with his wife. Like maybe she drunk and is basically like, "If we dont kiss, the world will explode," or funny embarrassing moments that happened to them, maybe they got caught by room service. It's all up to you, of course! I just was funny and embarrassing moments between them!! TY, Love your work ❤️

Little Misadventures |Kusuriuri x Wife!Reader (Drabble)|

Kusuriuri often found himself in the midst of peculiar situations, but none quite as amusing as the escapades he shared with his darling wife. Their bond, forged through a shared love of the supernatural and a penchant for mischief, often led them down unexpected paths, much to Kusuriuri's occasional dismay.

One particularly memorable evening, the couple found themselves in a cozy ryokan, nestled in the heart of Kyoto. You, ever the adventurous spirit, had insisted on trying the local sake, unaware of the potent effects it would have on your delicate constitution.

"Kusuriuri, my love," you slurred, your cheeks flushed with the warmth of the alcohol. "If we don't kiss right now, the world will explode!" You leaned in, your eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and inebriation.

Kusuriuri, ever the composed individual, found himself caught off guard, his usual stoicism crumbling in the face of his your unexpected antics. "(Y/n), my dear, I hardly think that's necessary," he said while gently trying to dissuade you.

"Besides, it appears you had a little too much to drink tonight. You need to rest," He added.

"But I ain't sleepy, dad," You say before collapsing onto the tatami floor.

Sighing, Kusuriuri gently pulled you up before hooking an arm around your waist and under your legs, and used all his strength to lift you up bridal style.

He really needed to get you to bed.

You lazily tilted your head back against your husband's shoulder as your world spun on around in little circles. Quiet giggles bubbled from your lips as you raised your arms in the air.

"Yippee~!" You chortles, as if you were on a carnival ride which made Kusuriuri roll his eyes─all while the faintest of smiles tugged at his lips, despite having to carry you.

"Aw, ride's over already," You complained once he laid you down onto the futon.

"Yes, you need rest." He tells you, but was taken aback by you wrapping your arms around his neck.

"But darling~♪" She slurred softly, "I'm feeeeling frisky! Annnd I love you soooo much~♡"

You soon began peppering his neck with kisses which then turned into light sucking and kitten licks. Kusuriuri grunts, feeling shivers run down his spine upon feeling your little canines nip at his skin, which he knew would leave love bites tomorrow.

"You taste like chocolate. I'm gonna eat all the chocolate... I love chocolate." You chuckled.

"No, my wife! You are drunk. You need yo lay down and rest." He says, removing your arms from him.

However, he couldn't stop the blush that tinted his cheeks as your kimono slowly came undone, as it slid off your shoulders, revealing your chest and cleavage.

"But Kusuriuri, I don't wanna! I wanna have fun," You whined.

Unwittingly, you raised your legs and wrapped them around his waist, locking both your ankles together, trapping him.

"C'mon, play with me," you plead, before slowly grinding yourself against his pelvis.

"Stop it (Y/n), not like this. You need to sleep this off." He scolds, pulling your legs away only for you to then throw a leg over his shoulder.

He never would've thought you could be very persistent when drunk.

"Sleep is for the sheep." You giggled.

Suddenly, the playful exchange was soon interrupted by a knock as the shoji slid opened, revealing the inn's maid.

"Room service─Oh!" Her eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the couple in a rather compromising position.

You, oblivious to the intrusion, continued your playful advances, much to Kusuriuri's dismay.

"S-sorry!" The poor woman apologized and quickly closed the door back.

Once she'd left, Kusuriuri sighs. "How unfortunate," he chided, though the corners of his lips betrayed a hint of amusement as he scuffles his troublesome drunken wife.

The next day, the couple found themselves in the midst of a Mononoke hunt. As you Kusuriuri navigated the dense forest, your kimono gets on a spiky stray branch, ripping a hole in the delicate fabric and revealing your underwear underneath.

You squeak, your face flushing with embarrassment, as you quickly tried to cover yourself. However, you caught your husband staring as Kusuriur quicklyi averted his gaze, though the subtle twitch of his lips suggested he was struggling to suppress a laugh.

"Kusuriuri, this is not funny!" You cried, your mortification palpable.

"Of course not, my dear," he replied, his tone diplomatic, though the mirth in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. "I'll fix it later. Right now, let us focus on the task at hand and see to the Mononoke."

As the sun set on yet another eventful day, Kusuriuri and his wife found themselves wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts full of the memories they had made – a testament to the fact that even the most seasoned exorcist can't escape the occasional, and often hilarious, misadventures of life.

#mononoke 2007 #mononoke 2024 #mononoke kusuriuri #medicine seller #x reader #fluff #drabble

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mokokone · 1 month

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Hi! 👋

Can I request a Kusuriuri (2007) x fem reader, where it's full on angst plus no happy ending. Maybe where the reader and Kusuriuri broke up or something on a bad note, and she turned into a mononoke. In the end, when she still hates Kusuriuri, maybe like 'I hope I'll never meet you in my next lifetime' (your choices on the last words!!)

I want to bawl my eyes out from crying.

Love your work💗, you don't have to do this request if you don't want to. TY :D

A/n: Ayo, why did you have to go and ask me to write this😭💙⁉ I had to listen to some phonk just to power through it. You asked for it, so here it is.

Seriously through, this was fun to write, despite It being sad. Hope you enjoy♡

⚠Trigger Warning!⚠ for graphic depictions of suicide.

Eternal Sorrow - Kusuriuri x Reader Oneshot (Angst)

The rain poured down relentlessly, casting a somber mood over the Shinto shrine. You stood there, your (e/c) eyes red from endless tears, your heart shattered into a million pieces. Your once vibrant and lively persona had been reduced to a shell of your former self, all because of one man – the enigmatic Medicine Seller.

Or Kusuriuri as you used to affectionately call him.

Your relationship had been a whirlwind of passion and intensity, with moments of pure bliss and unbridled joy. From the first spark of attraction to the deep bond you had formed, everything seemed perfect. But as time went on, differences emerged and challenges arose that tested the strength of your love. Miscommunications turned into arguments, and trust slowly eroded away and the once bright future you had envisioned together began to dim.

"I can't do this anymore," you had said, your voice quivering with emotion. "I can't be with you, not when you're so distant and unattainable. I need someone who can love me, who can be there for me, and you... you're just not that person."

And then, in a sudden and heartbreaking turn of events, it all came crashing down in a devastating finale that left you feeling hollow and alone.

Kusuriuri had stood there, his face betraying no emotion, his cerulean eyes as cold as the rain that fell around your. "If that's how you feel, then so be it," he had replied, his words like a knife to your already bleeding heart.

Now, as you stood alone in the shrine, you knew that there was only one way to end the anguish that consumed you. You had lost everything – your love, your happiness, and most importantly... your very reason for living.

Kusuriuri had been that very reason.

He had been your truth ever since you agreed to accompany him on his travels across Edo, help him fight against the Mononoke, and eventually, vowed to be by his side forever.

With a heavy heart, you made your way to the shrine's inner sanctum, where you would perform Seppuku, a form of ritual suicide. The air was thick with the weight of the moment as you knelt before the altar, the sliver blade of the wakizashi glistening in the dim light. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and whispered one final prayer, feeling the gravity of your decision weighing heavily on your soul as you raised the sword above your head.

Your last thought had been of him - Kusuriuri as your grip on the blade tightened. Tears of sorrow, angst, and hatred streamed down your face as memories flooded your mind.

You remembered the days spent together, the laughter, the love, and the pain. The betrayal that had led you to this moment now seemed like a cruel twist of fate, and as you prepared to take your own life. The sound of your own heartbeat echoed in the silence of the shrine, a steady rhythm that seemed to guide you towards the inevitable.

With a steady hand, you raised the blade and made a swift, decisive cut, feeling the sharp pain as darkness engulfed you.

The warmth of blood trickling down your abdomen brought a strange sense of peace as you slumped forward, the world fading in and out of focus. In your final moments, you could almost hear the whispers of ancestors surrounding you, guiding you towards the next life.

"I hope I'll never meet you in my next lifetime, Kusuriuri. I don't think I could bear the pain of your rejection again."

In that moment, your spirit was transformed, becoming a Yūrei.

After your death, Kusuriuri had been nonchalant, but deep down, he was racked with guilt and remorse. He had loved you more than he had ever loved anyone, but his own emotional distance and inability to truly open up had been his undoing.

Days later, as he stood before your marked grave, Kusuriuri could no longer hold back his emotions. Tears streamed down his face as he knelt before the headstone, his hand trembling as he reached out to trace the engraved letters of your name.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n)," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the wind. "I never meant to break your heart. I never meant to cause you so much pain. If only I had been a better friend, a better lover, maybe you would still be here with me."

Suddenly, the air around him seemed to shift, and Kusuriuri felt the presence of a powerful, restless mononoke. He knew it was you, still tethered to this world by the intensity of your hatred and anguish.

He already knew your shape... your reason... and your truth!

With a heavy heart, he unsheathed his sword, transforming into his other half, Hyper! He could feel the weight of your spirit pressing down upon him, your rage and sorrow palpable in the air.

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I'm so sorry for everything."

And with a swift, precise movement, the he thrusts his sword and exercised your restless spirit, finally freeing you from the torment that had consumed you.

As the cherry blossoms continued to fall, the Medicine Seller stood there, his eyes fixed on the grave before him. He knew that he would never be able to atone for the pain he had caused you, and that your memory would haunt him for the rest of his days.

But in that moment, as he felt the weight of your spirit lift, he knew that he had done the only thing he could – he had given you the peace you had so desperately sought. And as he turned to leave, Kusuriuri allowed himself to weep, his tears mingling with the cherry blossom petals that fell from the trees.

#mononoke 2007 #medicine seller #mononoke kusuriuri #kusuriuri #x reader #angst #sadgirl #no happy ending

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Since you do demon slayer and mononoke, can I request a demon slayer reader x Kusuriuri/medicine seller. I heard that he's a kitsune, and I saw that kitsure are equated to demons. So, like the reader is trying to kill Kusuriuri's, but he always manages to escape her attempts (kinda like a cat and a mouse game), and it slowly starts to become a relationship (Maybe he saves her from a strong Mononoke, its up to you lol). Of course you don't have to do this, love your work! ♥️♥️

A/n: This was fun to write. Though I did have a hard time trying to fit Kusuriuri in the Demon Slayer universe. I honestly don't think he would fair against Muzan and his demons since they're basically still humans and Kusuriuri only fights against Mononoke. I am also not good at writing something like a Tom & Jerry chase scenario so forgive me if this doesn't meet your standards.

Anyway, I hope you like, comment, reblog (only if you want to), and enjoy!

Encounter - The Medicine Seller x DemonSlayer!Reader [ᴍᴏɴᴏɴᴏᴋᴇ x ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ: ᴋɪᴍᴇᴛꜱᴜ ɴᴏ ʏᴀɪʙᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀ]

Your Kasugai crow had informed you hours ago to head west. You obediently followed its guidance, sprinting as quickly as you could until you arrived at the rural mountain village where a peculiar string of disappearances and murders had occurred.

During your investigation, you're informed by the residents that a mysterious man has been spotted roaming the streets after dark and leaving behind a number of strange ofuda (paper tailsman) on people's doors and was carrying a box on his back.

He had arrived like the wind, proclaiming to be a medicine vendor, and was last seen wandering down the old pine forest road.

Despite the fear that gripped the neighborhood, no one could say for sure who this mysterious man was or what his intentions might be.

You weren't too surprised. As a Kanoto-ranked demon slayer, you were certain that this so-called "medicine seller" is the demon responsible for kidnapping and killing people.

Though it's likely the vile fiend wasn't as powerful as a Kizuki member, you knew not to underestimate any demon─regardless of their rank.

After all, even lower-ranked demons could prove to be formidable opponents if not dealt with carefully. As you set out to hunt down the demon behind the gruesome acts, you made sure to prepare yourself for whatever challenges may come your way. With your trusted blade and unwavering determination, you were ready to face whatever horrors awaited you in the shadows.

When nightfall came, you opted to patrol the streets and wait for the man to strike so you could slay him. You had already instructed your crow to call for backup immediately in case things were to go wrong.

You didn't survive in the Demon Slayer Corps for this long without a good reason. It was your duty to protect the innocent and rid the world of evil, no matter the cost. And you were more than willing to fulfill that duty, even if it meant putting your own life on the line.

Thus, the hunt was on!

At first, nothing out of the ordinary happened, and it was so quiet that you had to fight to remain conscious. Luckily, your time on Mount Fujikasane forced you to always remain on your guard while on missions.

Suddenly, the tap of wooden geta caught your attention, and when you snapped your head towards the sound, you saw a man with a purple bandana tied around his head and carry a strange box on his back.

The box reminded you of the one your friend Tanjiro Kamado uses to carry his little sister Nezuko.

His skin is very pale, his ears are pointy, and he has sharp canine teeth and dark blue eyes. His hair is dirty blonde and he is dressed in a vibrant kimono. Red markings outline the outsides of his eyes, with teardrop shapes underneath. He appears to be smirking, but it's actually because of a purple mark on his upper lip.

He, in fact, didn't appear to be human at all! Surely he must be the demon going around murdering people.

You gripped your katana tightly, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you stared down the strange man before you.

Before you could even think twice, your body reacted instinctively, fluid and precise, as you lunged forward with the intent to behead the perceived demon.

"I have you now, demon!" you declared, voice laced with a mixture of determination and a hint of bloodlust as you unsheathed your nichirin blade.

It was a game of cat and mouse, with you relentlessly pursuing the stranger, driven by your conviction that this man was a demon that needed to be vanquished.

The stranger, however, seemed unfazed by your aggression, and with a brief glance, he turned and fled, disappearing into the shadows of the surrounding woods. Without hesitation, you gave chase, your feet pounding against the forest floor as you pursued the fleeing figure.

As the chase continued, the stranger seemed to effortlessly weave through the dense foliage, his movements fluid and graceful. You, however, refused to be deterred, your determination fueling your every step.

"You can't run forever, demon!" You shouted, your voice echoing through the woods.

The stranger remained silent, focusing on his escape. You could feel the frustration building within you, your desire to catch the elusive figure growing stronger with each passing moment.

Suddenly, the stranger took a sharp turn, disappearing behind a thicket of trees. You followed suit, your katana raised and ready to strike. But as you reached the clearing, the stranger was nowhere to be seen...

"Wh-what?" You quickly scanned the area, your senses heightened, searching for any sign of the fleeing demon.

"What is this demon you speak of?" Said a voice from behind you.

Startled, you quickly swung your sword back. However, the stranger skillfully intercepted your strike, effortlessly catching the blade between his index and middle finger.

"I'm afraid you must have me confused with someone else." With a quick flick of his wrist, he makes you lower your katana, and you can't help but snarl.

"I am not a demon, but a medicine seller," the stranger continued, his voice calm and soothing. "I am simply passing through," he tells you.

Despite his reassurances, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. The stranger's words seemed too good to be true, and his demeanor was too composed for someone who claimed to be innocent.

You scoffed, unable to contain your skepticism. "Yeah right. Are you seriously expecting me to believe that?"

The stranger's smile remained unwavering, and his expression betrayed no hint of offense at your disbelief. It was as if he had anticipated your reaction and was prepared to face your doubts head-on.

You stepped back, putting some distance between you two, before gripping and raising your katana once more. "With that appearance, anyone can see you're not human," you add, and you launch at him again.

The medicine seller was quick as he countered your attack with a weapon of his own. His blade was sheathed, with the saya (scabbard) being unlike anything you've ever seen. The hilt had the appearance of a komainu that's commonly found in Shinto shrines. And you could swear it clicked its teeth at you.

That's not normal.

You hesitated, unsure of what to make of this eponymous stranger who seemed to be more than meets the eye. However, you were finding it hard to believe his words.

"I understand your doubts, little demon slayer," the medicine seller said, his voice soft and suave. "But I assure you, I'm no demon, just a medicine seller, and my intentions are of no ill-will." He reassures.

"Besides, you should know not to ever judge a book by its cover."

"I..." You balk. "I don't trust you," you muttered, eyeing him warily as you tightened your grip on your own weapon, ready for any sudden moves.

The medicine seller merely chuckled. "Trust is a luxury not easily afforded in our line of work," he replied cryptically, his tone still gentle. "But rest assured, I am here to help, not harm."

Despite his reassurances, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. The Komainu hilt seemed to mock you with its silent gaze, adding to the mystery surrounding this enigmatic figure before you.

"However, if you wish to kill me, then I am afraid I'd have no choice but to defend myself," he warned, his eyes never leaving yours.

In one swift movement, his weapon clashes with yours, knocking you back some. You attempted to use your Wisteria Breathing technique to counter his attack, but he was already one step ahead, effortlessly dodging your moves with a smirk on his face.

You couldn't help but admire his agility and skill.

As your little fight of keep away continued, you couldn't help but wonder about the true intentions of this enigmatic man.

Was he truly here to help, as he claimed, or was there more to his story than met the eye?

The way he moved with grace and precision was a clear indication of his expertise in combat, making it clear that you were facing a formidable opponent.

Frustration started to consume you as you observed that he showed no intention of drawing his sword or harming you in any way.

"Are you affiliated with Kibutsuji Muzan?" you inquired, seeking clarity.

"Muzan...?" The medicine seller tilted his head, looking puzzled.

"Y'know? The Demon King?" You prodded, trying to jog his memory.

"Hmm, I never heard of him," he responded. "Is he Mononoke?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Oh wow, perhaps he is telling the truth about not being a demon, especially considering his unfamiliarity with Muzan.

You stopped attacking him and took a step back, feeling a mix of both relief and confusion. The medicine seller's genuine expression and lack of recognition of the name Kibutsuji Muzan made you question your assumptions.

Maybe he truly was not connected to the demons in any way. As you observed him closely, you noticed there wasn't a rank or number etched in his pupil, indicating that he's not a member of The Twelve Kizuki.

Despite his bizarre, non-human appearance, you couldn't help but believe him as you took your sword and sheathed it. The medicine seller, seeing this, puts his weapon away as well, tucking it into the obi of his kimono.

The tension in the air dissipated slowly as you considered the possibility that the medicine seller was not your enemy after all. His demeanor, now that you had stopped attacking him, was one of peaceful contemplation.

"So, you're not a demon?" You inquired.

"As I said before, I'm a humble medicine seller just passing through," he restated.

"Are you the one responsible for putting those strange tailsmans on people's doors?"

"Yes," he answered in earnest.

"Why?" You prressed further, wanting to understand his motives.

"To protect people from mononoke," he explained. "They're vengeful spirits that feed off negative emotions, do things like possess individuals, and make them suffer, cause disease, or even death."

"Oh!" You're surprised at this, as the medicine seller continues.

"I use my knowledge and abilities to fend off the mononoke until I can learn the spirit's shape, truth, and reason. Only then can I unsheathe my blade and kill the spirit." He said, gesturing to the seemingly sentient sword in his obi.

"So, you're like me but a ghost hunter?" You asked, now both intrigued and amazed, as stars twinkled in your eyes.

The medicine seller chuckles, "Sort of."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you realized that the medicine seller was actually not a threat. The initial fear and tension that had gripped you just moments ago now seemed like a distant memory.

"That's so cool, Mr. Kusuriuri-san," you commented, and he smiled at the name.

Soon, you felt a twinge of guilt for attacking him earlier as you lean forward and bow. "Please forgive me, Kusuriuri, for trying to kill you," you apologized.

"I was quick to judge you without knowing the whole story," you added, feeling a sense of regret for your actions.

But the medicine seller simply chuckled and reassured you that he held no grudges.

"It's okay, little demon slayer. It is a common reaction when faced with the unknown," he reassured you, his tone gentle as always. "You were simply doing your job. I understand it's your solemn duty to protect humanity from this Muzan and his army of demons."

You blushed upon feeling his hand pat your head, a gesture that conveyed both approval and reassurance. In that moment, you felt a surge of gratitude towards him for his understanding. It was a reminder of why you had taken on the mantle of demon slayer in the first place—to safeguard the innocent and uphold justice in a world threatened by Muzan and his demons.

It seems both you and Kusuriuri share a common goal. You, a demon slayer, and he, a mononoke hunter, both seek to rid the world of dark forces that threaten the balance.

"So, what are the mononoke you're hunting, Kusuriuri-san?" You soon asked him.

"They are ikiryō (live spirits) and are the restless souls of the villagers who have been slaughtered by the demon you've been summoned to seek and destroy." He tells you.

"Really?"

"Yes," Kusuriuri nods. "The demon is their truth, but unfortunately, my abilities are futile against such a fiend. So, I'm in need of your aid, demon slayer. If you kill the vile demon, only then can I vanquish the ikiryō, so that they may find peace." He explains.

As you mulled over Kusuriuri's words, you realized the fate of the village rested in your hands, and the lives of the innocent villagers hung in the balance.

And so, with determination coursing through you, you smiled before agreeing to lend him your aid.

"Thank you," Kusuriuri murmured as he then informed you where the demon was hiding.

You were ready to confront the demon and bring peace to the restless souls.

#mononoke 2007 #medicine seller #mononoke kusuriuri #kusuriuri #fanfic #x reader #demon slayer #kny #crossover

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mokokone · 2 months

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I went to see the Mononoke movie. It was very beautiful.

#mononoke 2024 #mononoke kusuriuri #medicine seller

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mokokone · 2 months

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Hello!

Can you do a Kusuriuri x Kitsune! Fem! Reader. Where the reader loves to tease him and prank him.

Thank you <3 ❤️

Author's preface: Kitsunes are known for their mischievous nature and love of playing tricks on humans. These mythical creatures have the ability to shape-shift into different forms, often using their powers to deceive unsuspecting individuals. Despite their playful antics, kitsunes are also seen as wise and intelligent beings in Japanese folklore. Their cunning ways make them both feared and respected in traditional stories and legends.

Word Count: 1196

Trickster [Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x FemKitsune!Resder]

Kusuriuri stood, pondering for a moment. His piercing cerulean gaze scanned the room, taking in every detail.

Something was amiss.

His Akumabarai (exorcism) sword was missing. He could have sworn he left it sitting on the coffee table.

Surely, the small blade couldn't have flown away. Every corner and crevice was scrutinized, but the sword was nowhere to be found. Kusuriuri's mind raced with questions—who could have taken it? And for what nefarious purpose?

"(Y/n)?" He suddenly called.

After a moment, a young female poked her head through the shoji. Her hair was a beautiful color of (h/c), falling in loose waves around her shoulders. Her eyes, a vibrant shade of (e/c), sparkled with curiosity. However, the most unique thing about her appearance was that she had fox ears and a bushy fox tail.

Her fox ears twitched slightly as she looked at her master with a sense of curiosity.

"Yes, what is it, master?" You asked.

"Have you seen my sword?" Kusuriuri asked you as you stepped into the room, watching his eyes scan the space in search of the missing weapon.

"No... Why?" you inquired, feigning innocence as you tried to suppress a mischievous grin.

In truth, you knew exactly where it was. After all, you were the one who hid it, as well as a few other items of his.

Though you didn't really have a good reason for doing so, you were just bored and thought it'd be funny to see how long it would take him to notice.

As you watched him search, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for playing this prank on him.

"Hmm, I can’t find it.” He tossed the pillow he had been looking under back down on the sofa. "I'm also missing several of my ofuda as well as some incense from my medicine box." He adds.

“Really? How strange..." You say, hiding a smirk. "Well, I'm sure it'll turn up soon, master.” you tell him before turning on your geta to leave.

“Hopefully...” You hear him murmur, unaware that he had watched you leave.

“Where? Where is it?”

. . . . .

Later that evening, you heard your master sigh in frustration. There was no doubt he was starting to lose his patience.

You poke your head in the doorway again. “What is it now?” You wondered which item he was looking for now.

But, you knew.

Not long after you hid his sword, you also took and hidden his Shunga (Japanese erotic art) picture book.

“Now, I can't find my Shunga magazine,” he answered.

You couldn't help but grimace. “Why do you even look at such gross things?” you scoffed. "It's just a book filled with gross images of women having intercourse with gross men."

Kusuriuri snorts. “Ha, it's entertaining.”

'You ought to be glad I didn't burn it instead of hiding it, you pervert,' you inwardly thought to yourself before giving a smile.

“You've been misplacing a lot of your stuff lately, master," you teased. "I never thought you'd be so irresponsible with your things."

"I am not, my dear," he protested. "I am very responsible. I need my Akumabarai sword and ofuda to fight against malevolent mononoke. I would never be so careless as to lose such important items," He huffs.

"It’s like my stuff is just...disappearing. Almost as if someone has taken them." He adds.

You almost felt a shiver run down your spine when he catches your gaze and could only hope he didn't know. Nevertheless, you shook it off and opted to tease him some more.

"Aww, poor master," you fake-sympathize, a mischievous glint in your eye as you watch him sulk his shoulders. "Perhaps your things have had enough of you and just ran away," you snicker.

"Haha, very funny," he chides. "Look, if you're not going to help, then just go away."

You pout. "Rude!" You stuck your tongue out at him before leaving.

You failed to notice the angry red mark on Kusuriuri's head as blue eyes eyed you both skeptically and intently.

. . . . .

That night, you decided to keep the prank going. Once you made sure Kusuriuri was out of sight, you snuck into his room and opened his medicine box. This time you were going to take and hide one of his Kenshutsu (scales).

You hurried down the engawa to hide it in the garden under a rock. However, before you could, you yelped upon feeling a hand grab your tail.

“Where are you off to, (Y/n)?” Kusuriuri asked.

You sweated nervously, attempting to hide the kenshutsu inside your kimono before turning to face him.

“Um...n-nowhere, master,” You stammered.

Kusuriuri eyed you suspiciously. "Was that one of my kenshutsu?" He asked. "And were you about to hide it in the garden?"

“W-what? N-no way…” You lied, giving him an innocent look.

However, Kusuriuri saw through your lie. After all, he too knows how feels to be a sly fox.

"So, it was you all along," he said, his tone accusatory.

Welp, now you’re caught red-handed! You’re toast. It was nice while it lasted. You didn’t even try to plead your innocence; you just grinned warily at him with a nervous chuckle.

“You little minx,” He quickly pulled you forward, making you shriek as he then grabbed your sides.

“K-Kusuriuri, I mean, master, wait! No, please, I can explain!” You cry out.

Kusuriuri was merciless as he started tickling you, his fingers digging into your sides, making you squeal.

"This is what you get for hiding my stuff." He smiled menacingly.

You doubled over, trying desperately to get away from him. “Ahhhaaahaa, I'm sorry! P-please, have mercy! Hahahahaha~!”

“Tell me where you put everything and I'll let up," he demanded.

“Ack! I’m sorry!”

"Sorry doesn't tell me where you hid my things,” Kusuriuri said, now switching to tickling you under your arms.

With that, you completely lost it! It was painful as you squealed and tried to push him away. You're the one who got yourself into this mess, so you had no choice but to come clean.

“Fine! Your sword is in the kitchen cabinet, and your Shunga magazine is inside the hallow of the cherry blossom tree outside." You confessed, desperate for your torture to cease.

“And?” He prompted, tickling your tummy.

Your laughter was so loud and desperate now that tears were beginning to leak from your eyes. "A-and I promise not to take your stuff without permission. I-I..AHaha..was just bored.”

Kusuriuri's expression soften. He was pleased that you finally came clean as he finally stopped tickling you, much to your absolute relief. But he still opted to tease you.

“Good girl."

Jerk.

Your face was flushed from laughing in pain as you glared daggers at him.

"I'll forgive you this time, but no more pranks, ok?"

You stuck out your tongue at him. “You suck, master Kusuriuri.”

He merely shrugged his shoulders as he walked off to retrieve his stuff. “Not my fault. You deserved it,” he said, but then stopped and glanced back at you.

"Y'know, if you ever get bored again, feel free to come to me. I'm always up for some fun.♡" He smirks devilishly while winking at you.

It took you awhile, but you quickly caught on of what it is he's implying as your face flushed red.

#mononoke 2007 #kusuriuri #medicine seller #mononoke kusuriuri #x reader #kitsune #fanfic #folklore

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mokokone · 2 months

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Hello!

I want to ask, would you do requests for yandere?

A/n: I honestly didn't know if you were requesting a Yandere!Medicine Seller fanfic or something else entirely. (May I remind you to please be a little more specific when asking me questions. It is important for me to understand exactly what you are looking for in order to give you content. Thanks♡). But I wrote a Yandere!Medicine Seller headcanons just in case.

Enjoy!

⚠Trigger Warning ⚠ dubious content, abusive relationship, implied non-con, yandere.

Yandere!Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x Reader - Headcanons

He is so unpredictable that you must be careful around him. You never know when he will decide to pick on you for small things or mock you for being foolish.

If Kusuriuri didn't jokingly refer to you as his beloved mate, you wouldn't understand why he keeps you by his side.

He shows that he cares about you by being protective and possessive, displaying his affection in his own unique way. Despite his harsh exterior, there are moments when he lets his guard down, revealing a softer side that makes you question his true feelings towards you.

At times, it almost feels like a game to him, teasing you and testing your patience and loyalty. Kusuriuri's complex personality adds an element of mystery to your relationship, making each interaction with him both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

He'd always say that you hold a special place in his heart and would never let anything or anyone harm you. Once he finds out you're being threatened, mistreated, or cheated, he slays an entire village by striking up deals with malevolent Mononoke, letting them do as they please, and terrorizing innocent civilians in favor of not hunting and exercising them.

There were times he'd even pretend to be oblivious and lazy, refusing to lift a single finger to help those in need just to spite you.

You never asked him to do this, and it's obvious that it bothers you, but that doesn't prevent him. He wanted everyone to treat you with the same level of fear and respect that they would give him.

Kusuriuri's enigmatic nature keeps you on your toes, never quite sure what to expect next. The thrill of his unpredictable behavior makes every moment spent with him a blend of excitement and trepidation. At times, the intensity of his actions can be overwhelming and even frightening. Despite this, he reassures you of his unwavering loyalty and protection. If he senses any threat to you, he reacts swiftly and decisively, leaving a little trail of chaos in his wake.

He always looks at you with this sickening smirk after you witness this. He knows you don't like it—the sight of his true form, the begging for mercy, or the rare moments when people will turn to you and beg for forgiveness as if believing that you had control over him, instead of it being the other way around.

The way you shudder in disgust or turn your head, too scared, maybe even ashamed, pleases him greatly. He just might fuck you afterward or during, depending on his mood.

He'll leave not just one, but several bite marks along your neck, making sure that anyone who catches a glimpse of them will immediately recognize who you are claimed by. These marks are his way of marking his territory, showing the world that you are his and his alone.

Occasionally, he enjoys hurting you just as much as he enjoys keeping you safe. It's something he really enjoys doing! But don't misunderstand him; he does care about you in his own unique way. If he didn't care, you wouldn't be around.

Outside of his emotions, you don't have much value to him. It's tough to realize this when Kusuriuri uses you like a stress ball. Each time, you end up scratched and bruised from his rough handling. It feels like you're nothing more than a beloved toy to him, far from being his lover.

Funny how you're supposed to be his mate but are scared of his true form. Whenever you get a little bold, you might catch a glimpse of his other self in the mirror. He doesn't show his other self this often, but he just loves to tease you.

There's no point in you parading around your dignity and pride when he has the means to swipe it away in the blink of an eye.

How many times has he made you beg him for mercy now? What about the times he drugged you and pleasured your unconscious body? He'd lost count. Yet, you still remain by his side, trapped in a cycle of dependence and fear. It's a sick game he plays, and you're the helpless pawn in his twisted world. But amidst the darkness, there is a flicker of light.

In his embrace, you find solace, love, and safety, a brief respite from the torment of his cruelty.

#mononoke 2007 #yandere #kusuriuri #medicine seller #x reader #dubious consent #tw noncon

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mokokone · 3 months

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Hello! I have an idea/request!!! I saw your Kusuriuri's and love them SO MUCH! Can I request maybe a Kusuriuri x reader with the red string, I heard that Kusuriuri is "unlikely that he can ever settle down and marry" so maybe the reader is the one that follows the red string and finds him. You know just a cute writing! Have a good day/afternoon/night! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ ♡♡

A/N: I had to do a little research on Japanese mythology before writing this. Hope you enjoy!♡

The Red Thread [The Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x Reader Soulmate AU]

When you'd first seen the thin red string that was neatly tied to your pinkie finger, you knew immediately that Okuninushi no Mikoto, the God of Love and Marriage, had bound you to your soulmate.

You so badly wanted to meet them, but you were a little afraid that they might not be what you had imagined. However, as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the red string remained a constant reminder of the divine connection you shared with your soulmate. You found yourself growing more and more curious about who they could be, wondering if they were thinking about you too.

The anticipation and excitement continued to build, filling your heart with a mixture of hope and apprehension. Every time you looked at the string, you felt a surge of warmth and comfort, knowing that somewhere out there, your soulmate was waiting for you.

Thus, you began your journey through the land of Edo in search of the one connected to you by the red string of fate.

From bustling streets and rural villages to serene gardens and sacred shrines, the sense of connection you felt grew stronger. With each step you took, you felt an unfamiliar, small tug on your pinkie.

However, nothing came from those small tugs on the string. Despite the initial excitement and hope that had filled your heart, the absence of any further signals left you feeling uncertain and restless. You began to wonder if perhaps you had misinterpreted the signs or if the timing was simply not right.

As you were about to lose all hope, you suddenly felt that one constant pull, and you almost thought your finger was going to come off.

Curiosity is eating you alive. You take a deep breath and stand, following the string whenever it tugs. It was as if it was guiding you.

You want to know who you are connected to and why. You follow until the red string leads you to a red torii gate. Passing through, you're met with a gorgeous garden of pink hydrangeas and a beautiful shrine covered in papar Ofuda.

You stare at it in awe for a moment until the red string begins to glow brightly.

Slowly, you approach the shrine and see a man sitting on the engawa.

He had dirty blonde hair and wore a purple bandanna. He's dressed in a vibrant kimono with beautiful psychedelic patterns, and his appearance looks elven-like. The outsides of his eyes are outlined by strange markings, with the ones underneath forming the appearance of teardrops. And his upper lip is painted purple, making it appear that he is constantly smiling.

He doesn't look human at all. In fact, he remained like a sly fox. But the red string seems to connect to him as it does to you.

For a moment, you stare at him until his gaze meets yours.

"Oh?" His voice is velvety and attractive as he raises a tad, "A visitor?"

Suddenly, you felt naked as he shamelessly eyed you up and down; the corners of his mouth curled along with his painted lips in an amused smirk.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this special visit?" He asked.

"Are you... my soulmate?" You asked shyly, slowly inching her way closer.

You wanted to get closer to him, but stopped a few feet from him so as not to invade his personal space. You were strangers. The enchanted Ofuda covering the shrine acts as a warning to you to keep away.

"Hmm, perhaps I am." He tilts his head in question. "First, I'm hunting Mononoke, and the next thing I know is that I have a red string tied to my finger."

He then eyed the string tied to your own finger as his smile widens. Gently, he pulls at the red thread as trying to pull you forward.

"It would seem the old man has a sense of humor." He said.

Your face heats up in embarrassment as you shyly avert your gaze toward the ground. However, another tug on the string brings your attention back to him.

"I've been waiting for you to come find me." He replies.

"Y-you have?"

He nods.

"Though, you'll have to excuse all these... decorations," he says, gesturing towards the paper ofuda covering the shrine. "They were for safety measures in case you were a mononoke. Okuninushi is an old friend of mine, and I had assumed this was his way of getting back at me. But apparently I was wrong."

"You have a name?" You asked him.

"I'm just a humble medicine seller." He answers nonchalantly.

"You don't have a name?" You tilt your head in question.

Another smile graced his painted lips, and he is like a fox.

"I am but a humble medicine seller, nothing more."

Did he simply not have a name, or was he hiding it out of habit? Either way, you decided to call him as is.

"Kusuriuri, then," you say.

The Medicine Seller, or "Kusuriuri," grins in response, the sight of his sharp canines making your heart thump faster as the red string of fate that connects you both glows brighter.

Soon, he silently motions you over to sit next to him, which, after a little hesitation, you do.

For a moment, neither of you speak, the tranquil silence enveloping the space between you like a soft, comforting blanket, creating an atmosphere filled with anticipation. You feel Kusuriuri's enigmatic gaze on you, and for a second, you think that he's displeased by what he sees.

What if he finds you mediocre, ugly, or disgusting?

"Are you happy with the result?" He suddenly asked, nearly making you jump.

"Eh?" You meet his gaze. "M-me..?"

He nods in response, a gentle affirmation that propels your heart into a flurry of emotions as you realize the depth of his query.

"Yes."

Oh! Apparently he was having the same thoughts as you and is now asking if you're happy with the outcome.

You're not sure if it's the red thread that ties your souls inextricably together, but you couldn't be happier to have finally met him. It's clear he's not human, but you refuse to let such distinctions cloud your feelings or cloud your judgment of what truly matters.

"Okuninushi wants to know if you're satisfied with me being your soulmate. It is why the red thread glows," Kusuriuri explains, his words carrying a weight of significance. "If you are disappointed or unhappy, then you can untie and remove it from your finger." He added.

You're surprised by this. I mean, did you really want to untie the string? Yes, you and Kusuriuri are strangers and hardly know each other. But surely there's a reason why the God of Love and Marriage chose Kusuriuri to be your one and only.

Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you gaze at the glowing thread that binds you and Kusuriuri together. As the significance of the situation sinks in, you find yourself hesitating, unsure of whether to keep the thread intact or to sever it and potentially change the course of destiny.

However, Kusuriuri doesn't seem to be complaining much since he's making no effort to remove the string, which piqued your curiosity.

"Are you happy, Kusuriuri-san?" You asked while averting your gaze back to him. "Are you satisfied with me being your soulmate?"

The words tumble out of your mouth in a rush, betraying the anxiety that has been building up inside you.

For a moment, he said nothing and only stared at you, which started to worry you. However, the corner of his lips arched upward as he smiled. His smile is enigmatic, hinting at a depth of emotion that you can't quite decipher.

"Only if you don't find me uninteresting," he says. "I am quite satisfied with my result." His words are cryptic yet strangely comforting, leaving you with a sense of peace.

"You are?"

"Yes, very much."

Slowly, he leans in close until he's inches away from your face. The sudden proximity made your face feel warm. His presence feels both familiar and unknown, drawing you in with a magnetic pull.

"I must admit, it gets lonely traveling alone, and I could use some company," he tells you with a soft smile.

The warmth of his eyes draws you in, hinting at a desire for connection and shared experiences in the boundless expanse of the world.

"Then, yes, I am happy, Kusuriuri-san," you finally answer in earnest.

Okuninushi didn't make no mistake.

"Then, would you care to join me on my travels, my dear?" He asked you.

You nod in agreement, still mesmerized by the sincerity and depth of his gaze, you feel an unspoken invitation to join him on an adventure, uncertain of the destination but eager for the journey ahead.

Without a word exchanged, the silence between you speaks volumes as you both lean in, closing the distance between your lips. In that fleeting moment of connection, the world around you fades into insignificance, leaving only the sensation of his touch and the shared intimacy of that tender kiss.

The red string of fate glows brighter, as does your bond.

#mononoke 2007 #mononoke 2024 #ask me anything #kusuriuri #fluff #medicine seller #mononoke kusuriuri #x reader #answered #soulmates #red string of fate #japanese mythology

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mokokone · 4 months

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Can I request for Kusuriuri, a fluff story like "she fell first but he fell harder" (or can be reversed). Btw I really love your story's! :D

A/n: Thank you! I am glad to hear that you are enjoying my works. It means a lot to me that you find my stories enjoyable♡.

The Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x Reader Oneshot [Fluff]

The room was filled with a palpable silence as the late morning sun continued its ascent, sending a soft golden light streaming through the shoji screen.

Kusuriuri felt a strong urge to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, but he found himself irresistibly drawn to gazing at her. His eyes lingered on the gentle curve of her jaw, the strands of hair resting on her arm and pillow, and the captivating depth of her eyes.

Unlike before, he didn't feel the need to avert his gaze when her eyes met his. He could continue staring into her eyes endlessly, losing himself in the moment. It was evident to him that the feeling was mutual as she returned his gaze with equal intensity.

Whispering his name, (Y/n) closed her eyes as he gently moved a strand of hair behind her ear, careful not to accidentally scratch her with his long painted nails.

In response, he softly spoke her name.

Those were the only words the two exchanged. Despite that, (Y/n) couldn't help but smile widely, and he inched closer, his cold hand moving up and down her side in a slow, gentle motion. His fingertips followed a path from her side, to her back, up her arm, skimming over her collarbone, and up her neck.

The touch was so light, as if he was afraid she might vanish if he applied more pressure. His fingers paused at her chin, his index finger delicately resting underneath, while his thumb traced the shape of her lips.

"I've fallen for you, Kusuriuri," (Y/n) spoke.

The words are like warm honey. The humble medicine peddler sucked in a deep breath, his half-lidded blue eyes staying locked on the slight part of her mouth as she placed a kiss on the pad of his thumb. He exhaled in a puff, watching the hairs to the side of her face shift in place.

He looks at her, and for the first time, she feel perhaps a sense of danger from him, that he is more than just a man, a medicine seller─a mononoke hunter.

“Why?” His head tilts slightly, and his eyes shone with curiosity; they remind (Y/n) of an animal─a curious cat or...perhaps a fox.

His question is a fair one, and the truth comes easy.

He'd met her on the outskirts of Edo in a cozy little izakaya. Her hands unwittingly brushed his own as she poured him a cup of white sake. She had a conversation with him, a mere stranger, and he told her many stories of his travels. It was like talking to a long-time friend. Before he departed, he gave her a gift: a lavender incense to help her relax and to ward away evil mononoke. She thanked him and prayed that he would come visit her again.

And again, he did visit.

Day after day, week after week, and month after month until (Y/n) evidently confessed her feelings to him the following year.

"Because I love you, and I am grateful for all that you do─for me, the people, and mononoke alike.”

"You shouldn't be. I am not what you wish me to be. I'm just a humble medicine peddler."

“Doesn't matter... You are kind," she tells him, snuggling closer into his warmth. "You shatter my sleep. All milk-need and lavender lips. You smile, and I melt."

The latter come out as a poem—a lovely haiku.

"Would you rather have someone as noble and strong like a samurai?" He inquired.

Why would she love someone who chooses honor and dances with death?

"No. A samurai would smell of war and be too prideful. His armor would be hard and cold, and he would bring me nothing but heartache." She replied. "I want you and you alone, Kusuriuri."

The corners of his purple-painted lips arched upwards until he flashed her his sharp canines.

"You shouldn't..."

Frowning, (Y/n) pressed another kiss to his hand, and he vaguely registered the warmth of her palm on the side of his neck. It was as gentle as a butterfly's wing, and had he not seen her limb move, he would have missed it. The same hand reached out, grasping his wrist and pulling it away from her face. Kusuriuri swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. His still isn't used to being touched so casually, but he melted as she leaned in and placed her cherry blossom lips on the corner of his mouth.

The kiss─it is sweet; however, it wasn't enough; he could never get enough. He thought as he greedily takes her in and kisses her so fiercely. His eyes fell closed, fingers intertwining with hers. Shifting slightly, his other hand came up from beneath him, cupping the back of her neck.

Kusuriuri wanted to tell her that she shouldn't have fallen for him and that she's unsafe with him. He lives a dangerous and inexplicable life. She was already aware that he is no mere human; though, he still distastes that she'd seen his other self─Hyper.

But, it was too late to go back.

(Y/n) was far too smitten with him, just as he was with her. He kissed her tenderly, lovingly, over and over again, his hands holding her so close that he might think she'll fold like origami.

"I've already sealed my fate," she whispered between kisses. "I love you, Kusuriuri."

She wanted to do this for so long—shower him in love and affection, to be showered in love and affection back. When her lips came back, there was more intensity behind his kisses, welcoming the part of her mouth with his own. His mouth was warm and welcoming, and she could taste the lingering sake left behind when he pressed his tongue into her own.

(Y/n) winced, feeling his long nails dig into the meat of her hips. It took Kusuriuri longer than it should have to realize the sound escaped her as he pulled back quickly. A thick strand of saliva kept their mouths connected as he glanced over her.

"Ah~" she breathed into him, her hands grabbing the fabric of his kimono and fisting the material in her palms. "It's okay."

She sounded amused, and his fingers gripped her just a little bit tighter as he kissed her just a little bit harder.

"Okay."

But is it really okay!? He didn't know when the last moments would be with her, and he didn't want her to slip between his fingers and tear. He didn't want to dance around his feelings to keep her safe when neither knew what tomorrow brings. So, instead, he continued to hold her close, savoring the warmth of her embrace and the sweetness of her lips.

She fell for him, a simple medicine seller, but the truth is that he was the one who fell for her.

And Kusuriuri is grateful.

#mononoke 2024 #mononoke 2007 #fluff #kusuriuri #medicine seller #mononoke kusuriuri #ask me anything #fanfic #romance #one shot

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A/n: Decided to write something for this cool-headed oni where Reader-chan has been avoiding Hozuki and he's had enough. #HozukiNeedsLove

Paring(s): Hozuki/Reader

Warning: Fluff, jealousy, confessions, possessive behavior, and a little bit of spice. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Word Count: 1,178

Mine! [Hozuki x FemOni!Reader Oneshot]♡👹🌸

It's difficult to imagine such a serious and hardworking demon would take an interest in someone like you. It seems almost impossible that he would develop feelings for someone to the point of wanting to pursue a relationship.

There's a rumor going around Jigoku (Hell) that Hozuki, the hardworking and highly respected top assistant to Enma Daioh, may have a soft spot for you.

It may seem unbelievable, but unbeknownst to you, Hozuki has been making it clear to everyone that you were off limits and he's courting you.

You're an oni who worked under the Fourth King, Gokan, alongside your older brother, Shosaki, who served as an executor for the dead. Whereas, your task is to assist in delivering documents of the deceased after their souls have been judged.

Over the past few months, you have been collaborating with Hozuki. Initially, you found him intimidating, like most people do, but now, you find yourself naturally drawn to him whenever you would pass by the fifth ward. You found yourself enjoying his company more and more, appreciating the insightful conversations and valuable advice he would offer during your visits.

His unique perspective and equanimity added a refreshing dynamic to your work together, making each interaction with him a rewarding experience.

"Are you leaving already, (Y/n)-chan?" Hozuki asked as he approached you just before you could walk out the door. You turned around to face him. He wasn't carrying his Kanabō as you nodded to him.

"Yes," you replied, and Hozuki nodded, his expression thoughtful.

"How's Shosaki?"

"He's been well. He actually asked about you; he hopes you getting enough rest and not overworking yourself."

"Tell him not to worry. I'm perfectly fine." He reassures.

"I will... Well i have to get going now," You smiled politely. "Take care Hozuki-san, hope to see you again soon." You say, thanking him for his well wishes.

However, before you could turn around and walk out, Hozuki stopped you. "...W-wait!" He suddenly exclaimed, gently grabbing your arm, making you stop and glance at him in question.

Hozuki wasn't quite ready for you to leave; his reluctance to see you go was evident in the way his gaze lingered on you. You're beautiful, he thinks, the way your kimono hugs the curves of your body so perfectly.

"I..." He starts but balks, as you noticed a small tint of red aligning his cheeks. "Listen, if you're not busy this evening, would you like to join me for dinner?"

You feel your face heat up at his words. He made it sound innocent enough, but the thought of having dinner with him made you somewhat anxious.

"I mean, if you want too?" He inquired.

You blushed before averting your eyes towards the floor.

"S-sure," You shyly agreed, eager to be freed from the burning touch of the handsome demon in front of you. "I would l-love to."

Despite his stoic expression, your words pleased Hozuki greatly, as his heart beats rapidly in his chest. The feeling of joy that washed over him was undeniable, a rare occurrence for someone who often kept his emotions in check.

Though, he wished you would lighten up more around him. Sure, he knows he can be intimidating, but that doesn't mean you have to act all shy around him. He silently hoped that you would realize that beneath his tough exterior, there was a kind soul yearning for connection.

"Hey (Y/n)-chan, long time no see!" Suddenly came the voice of Nasubi, as he entered the room with Karauri trailing behind him. "How have you been?"

"Hey (Y/n)-chan." Karauri greeted you.

You immediately turned away from Hozuki, who'd let go of your arm as you acknowledged the two demons.

"Hey there, Nasubi, Karauri... It's good to see you guys as well.♡ I've been well." You tell them sweetly, flashing them toothy grin that displayed your fangs.

Both Nasubi and Karauri swooned at the sight. You're so damn cute that your presence alone filled the room with warmth, leaving them both in a state of pure bliss.

Meanwhile, Hozuki was gritting his teeth in annoyance. As he watched the interaction between you, Nasubi, and Karauri, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, he couldn't shake the feeling of irritation that simmered beneath the surface.

Of course, he's glad you'd agreed to join him for dinner this afternoon, however, Hozuki wished you would smile at him like that. He couldn't help but wonder if you truly found him that scary and uninteresting compared to the others.

"When it's me...why doesn't she..." Hozuki mumbled under his breath, making you turn your attention back to him.

"Hm? You say something, Hozuki-san?" You asked.

"Excuse us!ꐦ" The cool-headed demon exclaimed to both Nasubi and Karauri as he suddenly grabbed you by your hand, making you flinch before dragging you off.

Once alone and outta sight, you're immediately pinned against the wall as Hozuki cages you with his body and his right leg in-between your thighs. Your heart races as you feel the heat emanating from his imposing figure.

"Ah~ Hozuki!? Wh-what are you doing?" you stammered.

"Why do you smile around others but not around me?" He growls, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. "Do you not like me?"

Your eyes widen at this. "N-no...It's not... um, not like that, Hozuki. I do like you," you replied honestly, trying to steady your nerves under his intense scrutiny.

"Oh really? Then why do you always act shy around me? Am I that intimidating that I make you uncomfortable?" He inquired, baring his fangs as he leans in closer to your face.

You felt a shiver as his warm breath brushed against your lips. Cursing internally, you bit your lip as Hozuki shifted his thigh between your legs, his knee coming close to touching your womanhood.

"Wait Hozuki! I...I.." you tried to explain, struggling to focus on coming up with an excuse. There's no way you could tell him that you secretly desire for him to take control in every aspect. Upon seeing how flustered you are, Hozuki chuckles, a sly smirk crossing his lips.

"Oh, I see how it is. You want me to be more assertive, don't you? Want me to make you mine?" He whispered, his voice low and seductive.

"Eh?"

"Don't play dumb. I'm sure you're aware of the all rumors going around Hell. How I want to court you." He purrs.

Your heart raced as he leaned in even closer, his eyes locking with yours. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him, his confidence and charm overpowering your inhibitions. As he traced a finger along your jawline, you couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him. And as his lips brushed against yours, you surrendered to the overwhelming desire that consumed you.

Heat pooled in you lower belly as your heart raced, Panicking, you tried to push him away but he grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head and towered over you. His knee now pressing against you, hiking up the hem of your kimono and rubbing against your womanhood.

You moaned softly, feeling a rush of fear and excitement as you stood there, utterly defenseless in front of this overpowering demon who seemed poised to consume you at any moment.

"Hozuki-san~" you whimpered, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you locked eyes with him, your expression a mix of desire and trepidation.

"You're mine." With those possessive words, he leaned in and captured your lips in a heated kiss, claiming you completely.

You moaned, feeling a rush of desire coursing through your veins as his lips moved hungrily against yours. The intensity of his embrace left you breathless, lost in the heat of the moment. In that instant, all that mattered was the undeniable connection between the two of you, a fierce passion that refused to be denied.

The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you locked in a timeless dance of desire and longing.

"Hozuki-kun? Where are you?" Came the voice of Enma Daio, echoing through the empty corridor.

Soon, both Hozuki and you heard gentle footsteps approaching, the sound growing louder with each passing second.

"Fuck!" Hoozuki snarled, and you could hear him clicking his tongue in frustration. His grip on you tightened for a moment before he releases you and pulls away, causing you to whine from the loss of heat.

Graphite eyes looked down at you, making you blush as he leaned down and kissed your forehead before removing his knee and helping straighten your kimono.

"This isn't over," he said. "I'll come get you once my shift is over."

With that, he kisses you again before walking off to go and greet Enma Daio, to whom he'd shot a sharp glare, making the King of Hell raise a questionable brow.

Enma, noticing Hozuki's feverish and flushed appearance, inquired about his well-being as they made their way to the throne room.

"Hm? Why are you so sweaty and red, Hozuki-kun?" The King of Hell asked with a concerned expression. "Are you coming down with a fever?"

Meanwhile, you were definitely looking to you dinner date with the cool-headed demon.

#hoozuki no reitetsu #x reader #oneshot #fluff #romance #fanfic #hozuki's coolheadedness #jealousy #possesive love

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mokokone · 5 months

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Requests for our darling medicine vendor you say? If that's the case, could I request some first time together smut?

⚠Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ!⚠ Tʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs sᴍᴜᴛ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ/ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɢᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ. Tʜᴀɴᴋs!♡

The Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x Fem!Reader [Smut]

Summary: Kusuriuri rewards you for being a good apprentice with a little TLC.

Paring(s): The Medicine Sell/Kusuriuri x Fem!Reader.

Warning: Smut, adult content, sexual themes.

Word Count: 1,922

He placed his hands on your hips instinctively.

Cerulean eyes gaze down at you, exuding a desire to make passionate love to you. However, you sense his restraint, knowing that he is holding back...

For now.

"Master K-Kusuriuri," you whispered his name, the sound barely audible in the quiet room.

"We mustn't."

Kusuriuri growled and pressed his lips against your neck. The feeling of his sharp canines against your skin caused little tingles every now and then as his hands idly began playing with the hem of your kimono.

He seemed ready to just tear the brocaded fabric off, but despite his tenacity, he was also surprisingly gentle, at least for the time being.

The hardness of his cock could be felt through his robes, pressing against your lower back—a clear sign letting you know he's enjoying this just as much. You knew that once things escalated, any self-control he possessed would disappear. Regardless, you still enjoyed the gentle gestures.

"Hush," he sibilated, "just relax and let me take care of you.” He tells you softly.

With that, you bite your lower lip, keeping in any protest you may have as you let him continue to do with you as he pleases.

Seeing how obedient you are, his painted lips curled into a fox-like grin. "Good girl♡" He cooed, trailing his hands up your sides.

They stop just an inch under the swell of your breasts. His face is very close to yours, and his gaze rests on her lips.

“My sweet apprentice is so tense. Perhaps I should loosen her up a bit."

"Ple-please." You meant to keep quiet, but the things he's doing to your body are making it quite the challenge.

Kusuriuri's smile falters slightly as those omniscient blue eyes narrow. "So impatient you are." He said, but there's no bite in his suave tone.

You gasped when both his hands groped your breasts through your parted kimono. They were cold against your warm skin, causing the skin of your areola to immediately harden as his thumbs rubbed your nipples over the thin fabric.

You mindlessly rubbed your inner thighs together in an attempt to ease the throbbing ache within your core.

A pleased hum rumbles deeply in Kusuriuri's throat at your cute expression, and the soft little moans escaping you only stroked his ego further.

"Turn your head towards me, (Y/n)."

You do, only want to have your breath taken from you as he presses a deep, romantic kiss against your lips. A moan escapes you, and you feel his tongue lick your lips. A deep lover's blush colors your face upon realizing he's silently asking for access, wanting you to give him permission to deepen the kiss, and you find yourself hesitating.

This is all moving very fast, you think, with a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

This isn't how you expected your day to go at all. What was supposed to be a normal day that usually involved you helping your master exercise mononoke has quickly turned into something much more intense and intimate.

To Kusuriuri, you've done well being his faithful little helper, and he figured you deserved a little award for your efforts.

"M-master," you murmured, separating your lips slightly in order to speak.

But it's a big mistake, as Kusuriuri sees his chance and slips his tongue into your mouth, sending a shiver down your spine. The unexpected intimacy leaves you reeling as the taste of sake, tea, and honey invades your senses, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed.

Your nipples grow sensitive from his heavy touching, and your pu▧▧y grows wet. Eventually, he pulls away to give you both some much-needed air. You're both breathless, and your faces are hot.

You whined, feeling his cock twitch and throb against you. He's most definitely eager to be inside you, as Kusuriuri gives you a heated look before maneuvering you so that you're straddling his lap, your clothed pu▧▧y right above his cock.

Hands find perches on your ass as he begins to gently move you, coaxing you to rock back and forth in his lap. Thrilled that he's finally giving you the okay, you do so keenly, grinding yourself against him.

“It would seem we're both eager for carnal knowledge, my dear." he chuckles.

You silently nodded.

Dissatisfied, Kusuriuri gently lifts your chin, causing you to glance at him. "Use your words."

"Yes," you said, and he’s back at your lips, kissing, licking, and gently biting.

The friction of you grinding down on his cock is tantalizing, but just a tease and nowhere near the amount of pressure you desire. You squirm in his lap and moan into his mouth.

He chuckles, his hands grasping your ass harder, long purple nails lightly digging into your plump flesh and dragging across your skin, leaving little marks.

“Let me inside you, sweetheart.” He says this, breaking the kiss, and your heart soars at the endearment.

“Okay,” you nod in agreement. “Just be gentle..."

“Of course. I would never hurt you.” He says he reached down to untuck his robes before pulling his pants, freeing his hard cock from its confines.

It's a bit tanner than his pale skin, with a flushed pink tip that oozed pre-cum. Once finished, he helps you remove the rest of your kimono and undergarments as you take them off. Now completely bare, Kusuriuri draws you back to straddle his lap and into his arms in a tight embrace.

“Lovely,” he says sweetly into your ear.

With that, he lowers you down slowly, pressing the head of his cock against your wet opening. You bit your lower lip at the stretch, releasing a whine of discomfort.

It's not your first time, but it's been so long since you indulged in this kind of intimacy. The sensation is overwhelming—a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you breathless. You can feel every inch of him inside you, filling you completely. Despite the initial discomfort, you can't help but arch your back, craving more of him.

Knowing this, Kusuriuri licks two of his fingers and then reaches down to rub your clitoral area, soothing you as you take him completely. When he is hilted to the base, he gives you a moment to adjust to his girth. Every motion strokes the flames of fire growing within your stomach.

Kusuriuri groans softly, feeling your pu▧▧y clench down around him with an aroused squeeze.

“Ah, that’s it," he breathes, beginning to thrust shallowly. “Relax for me.”

His hands are firm on your hips, guiding you as he sets a steady rhythm. Each movement sends a wave of pleasure coursing through your body, building with each thrust. You watch his length disappear in and out of you again and again, mesmerized. It starts to feel amazing when he hits a spot deep inside you. Instinctively, you started thrusting with him.

Whenever he thrusts up, you drop down.

And true to his promise to be gentle, however, it's not quite hard enough. You wanted him to be rough with you. Your body is on fire at this point.

“Master, please go faster." You tell him, clutching his shoulders.

He does, tightening his hold on your waist so that he can lift you up and down with more ease. The slapping sound if his family jewels against your ass fills the room as you moan out at the intense pleasure.

“Ahh~!♡ More! Gimme more~!♡♡”

Kusuriuri complies, slamming you down hard on his cock, grunting with the effort but barely breaking a sweat. You're shuddering and moaning in sweet pleasure, and he wants nothing more than to see you come undone on his dick.

"So good♡. You feel so good, (Y/n)-chan."

He picks up the pace, hilting himself completely with each thrust.

The connection between you is electric, a primal need that drives you both towards an inevitable climax.

"I'm...I'm gonna come! I'm cumming~!♡"

"Then go ahead, sweetheart. Come." He encouraged.

With that being said, when you finally reach that peak, your world explodes in a burst of ecstasy, leaving you spent and satisfied in his embrace. After several thrusts, Kusuriuri pulls out and strokes himself to completion, as pearly white streaks of cum drip onto your stomach.

Momentarily, you both breathe heavily as you come back down to earth, feeling the warm, sticky remnants of your passion between you.

The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this bubble of blissful satisfaction. You look into each other's eyes, sharing a silent understanding of the profound connection you have just experienced.

It is a moment of pure, unadulterated joy that you knew would last forever.

#mononoke 2007 #mononoke kusuriuri #kusuriuri #medicine seller #x reader #smut #answered #fanfic #fandom

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