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Alrightttt bitches come get ur food

Alpha!Kokushibo & Omega!Reader

Tbh I don’t think this is omegaversy enough…. I must fix this in the future

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Fellow demons coming to you is… not rare, but not necessarily common. Heats and Ruts (and occasionally just a horny beta) seem to bring demons together. They sniff out the smallest hints in your scent that mark you as a demon, and fuck you senseless. Most demons can’t keep a human partner alive long enough to satisfy them. Cycles seem to triumph over a demons territorials needs. After the rut has ended they’re often quick to leave. Some weak fools are quick to fight but that just means you get a good meal, at least a bite or two. Then you can go back to seducing humans until someone else stumbles upon your shack.

Most demons that find you are at a similar strength level. You don’t know why things work out like that, perhaps something instinctual. It’s nice that you can protect yourself from unwanted visitors or teeth that get too curious. You fall into the routine of strangers easily.

When an upper moon shows up at your door you’re worried you might die. You’re too focused on the overwhelming taste of his power to read his pheromones properly.

Pulling your robe tighter around your body you scramble to bow before the man. You don’t speak, the demon is old. He’s old enough that he likely holds archaic ideas about how omega’s should behave.

His feet move into your narrow field of vision. “Look at me,” the upper moon commands. Slowly— and still kneeling —you raise your head.

Upper moon one is carved into his eyes, two of them at least (you focus on the middle set). You didn’t expect someone so highly ranked though it makes sense given the weight in his words.

“I need someone to assist me with an upcoming cycle.” You could already taste it in the air after having a moment to properly breathe. Deep underneath the rich and dark smell of strength is a hint of spice that makes your nose itch. Most demons visit you when they’re right on the precipice of falling into a rut, sometimes even a few days into it. They’re desperate, no time for pleasant conversation. The upper moon still has at least a day before he’ll be truly affected by the hormones.

You’re still scared to respond vocally so instead you simply nod. The thought of having to be on your best behavior for the next few days— while getting fucked out of your mind —was terrifying.

“You can relax. Do as you must.”

You take that as a cure to move freely, speak even. If he’s insane enough to kill you for this then you would’ve died soon enough anyways. You may be good at playing obedient but at heart you can only manage for so long. Most demons don’t mind having a partner who occasionally snaps back, but an upper moon likely has more options available. It makes you wonder why he chose to come to you in the first place.

The man is still standing and you rise up. You move slowly, watching for any signs of displeasure. “Thank you for gracing me with your presence, alpha.”

“Kokushibo.”

“Hm?”

“My name, use it.”

“Of course Kokushibo-alpha.” You push sone seduction into your words. “Can I come closer?”

“Yes.” You try not to be put off by his flat tone and simple language.

Crossing your way over to him you take in more of his appearance. His eyes are a bit scary but the rest of his body is relatively normal. You suspect there’s nice muscles hidden under his thick robes but it’s too loose to tell for sure.

“You’re handsome,” you purr. The man stands stiffly. Even when you reach out a hand to run your fingers over his broad chest he doesn’t react.

“Let’s get started.” Kokushibo steps forward while brushing you to the side. He stands at the edge of the futon and begins to undress methodically. Even when you step into his view the demon does not glance your way.

With a huff you begin to undress. You don’t put any effort into stripping, simply ripping off your clothes. The air feels cold and soon after revealing your body you crawl into the futon.

Kokushibo takes a much longer time undressing. He wears more proper clothes than your thin robe, meaning there’s several layers to remove. You stare and admire his physique as it’s slowly revealed. The man’s body is much more pleasant than his attitude. Sparse hair covers his large chest, which leads down to toned abs.

There’s no shyness about nudity. The upper moon does not hesitate to remove his fundoshi. At this point his cock is still mostly flaccid but it’s sizable and pretty enough. His hair is neatly trimmed, something you’ve only seen one or two other men do. It’s a nice look.

You feel some excitement grow within you again. As he peels off the comforter you eagerly turn onto your stomach.

“Present,” He commands. Your ass pushes into the air as a pleased noise leaves your throat. A warm hand runs over your hips and around until fingers pry your thighs apart and reveal your cunt. It’s not soaking given Kokushibo’s less than sexy personality but the pheromones in the air have left you at least damp.

He wastes no time at this point. The man fishes out a bottle of oil and pumps his cock to full hardness. There’s no announcement before he slips a finger into your cunt, testing how eager you are to receive. You squeal at the cold digit entering you. It’s not a sound of pleasure.

“Don’t you know how to treat an omega?” Your position wavers slightly, though you don’t dare break it. On some level you know this demon could kill you in the blink of an eye.

“Is this not pleasurable?” There’s maybe a hint of surprise in his voice but mostly it’s flat.

You grumble and put your face back into the pillows. “It’s fine.” You can survive a mediocre fuck. Once his knot is popping inside of your cunt it’ll feel good no matter what. Bearing through foreplay is just a necessary step.

Kokushibo’s finger still sits inside of you. Slowly he pushes his finger in deeper before pulling it out. “Is that better?”

“I said it’s fine.” You try to keep your tone light. “My job is to make you feel good alpha.” Dipping back into seductive stance you arch your back more to stick your ass in the air.

The upper moon stills for a moment. You hold your breath, ready to get slapped or killed maybe. Kokushibo’s movements are unclear behind you. It actually doesn’t seem like he’s moving at all which only confuses you more.

“You are to answer my questions truthfully.” With the confusing statement you dare to glance back at him. He’s wiped his fingers clean.

“Sit,” he commands when he notices your eyes looking towards him. You slowly move to a stiff seiza. It feels odd with the cool air still blowing around your naked form. You’re forced to stare at your sloping breasts as you keep your eyes turned downwards. “You understand what I’m asking for?”

“Yes alpha.”

“Did it not feel good, when I put my finger in?”

You resist the urge to answer with ‘it’s fine’ again. You also resist the urge to laugh. For all your partners you’ve never been interrogated about sex before. “It was cold.” The answer is simple. His claws were a little scary too but when you’re dealing with demons you get used to them.

He nods with a surprisingly thoughtful look. “You were not… wet before either.” Kokushibo is hesitant to use such vulgar language. The fact that he does anyways helps you relax a little. You suppose even centuries old demons can have an interest in good sex.

“Ah well, that’s because there wasn’t any foreplay.” You don’t have the same hesitation when it comes to sex. This is most of your life after all.

Kokushibo nodded again. He was quiet for a moment afterwards. You weren’t sure what he could be thinking about.

“I shall follow your instructions then, for now.”

You’re… shocked isn’t quite the right word. Maybe you’re aroused by his agreeable nature.

“Can I kiss you Kokushibo-alpha?”

He blinks with all three sets of eyes. “If that will make this more pleasurable.” You take it as a yes.

You’re still aware of his hard cock sitting between his legs and chose to straddle one of his thighs.

You sit closer to his face now. His eyes are all focused on your face, making you nervous. You notice the thin webs scattered across his irises.

Either the upper moon doesn’t mind your staring or is very patient. As he blinks again, this time with the bottom set alone, you’re stirred out of your trance. Your face warms with slight embarrassment at standing still for so long.

You move one hand to rest on his shoulder. Slowly you move forward to press your lips against his.

The first kiss is chaste and hesitant. You’re cautious of the eyes right next to his mouth but they shut when you come close. His long lashes tickle your cheeks.

As you get used to the shape of his face you move with more confidence. Kokushibo does kiss you back though it feels like a mechanical movement rather than something driven by attraction.

“Can you touch me?” You move to guide his hand towards your bare chest but the man quickly jerks away.

“You are making requests, not demands,” He’s harsh in reminding you. You duck your head, silent for a moment, maybe a little embarrassed too.

Eventually Kokushibo moves on his own accord, grabbing your breast. His hand is big enough to envelope the fat easily. Caught off guard you let out a surprised moan. The man’s hand is calloused, unusual for a demon.

He seems pleased by your reaction, repeating the motion. His other hand moves to grab your chin, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look back up at him.

Feeling far more aroused now wetness builds in your cunt. Kokushibo continues to manipulate your chest, grabbing it roughly and pinching your nipples. The whole time he watches you with an even look. It’s still a little disturbing but exciting too. He remains solid as stone even while you buck and moan on his lap. You’ve never met an alpha with even an ounce of the self control Kokushibo displays.

“A-alpha, can you touch my cunt please?” You lean back the smallest amount, hoping it’s enough to display how slick you’ve gotten.

“Why am I doing all the work?” He doesn’t let go of your chest but his grip loosens. “Show me your skills.”

Your hands wander to his cock, feeling the weight of it. He’s well endowed even among other alphas. You slide your palm down to the base of his cock. His knot will be big. Your pussy drools a little more at the thought of it expanding inside of you.

Kokushibo hums in approval. You move back upwards to run your palm against his slit. His hand moves away from your breast so he can lean backwards. You’re sad at the loss of pleasure but you’re not about to voice any complaints.

When you slip off of his lap upper moon one gives you a strange look but does not stop you at all. Since he only kneels you must lie down to rest your head on his lap. At first you continue with your hands alone. His cock looks even more threatening up close, covered in veins with wild brown hair at the base.

Slowly you begin to put your mouth to use. One hand guides Kokushibo’s grip into your hair. He does not reprimand you this time, hopefully pleased by your motions. First you start with sloppy kisses and licks down his shaft. After you’re quick to take the head into your mouth and drool over it.

The demon continues to offer little reaction which only fuels you to attempt to swallow more of his length. Halfway down you get another soft hum and at the base you’re rewarded with a satisfied groan.

Though Kokushibo grips your hair he doesn’t attempt to guide you. You’re not used to setting your own pace but it’s a nice change. Your throat is still impacted but with a slower pace you can slide down to engulf him easier. When you reach the base your tongue slides out to taste the loose skin of his knot. You wonder if he’d like to cum like this or if you can convince the man to knot your cunt right now.

You try to slide off all the way to present yourself again but the grip on your hear tightens when you try to lift your head. You must look up at Kokushibo through wet lashes. His expression is mostly the same neutral mask but there’s maybe a twitch his lips.

With only a slight pause you sink back down onto his cock. His grip on your hair loosens once more to let you move on your own. It seems he’s satisfied as long as you keep your lips on his cock. Even when you slow Kokushibo’s hand remains flat against your head and follows your movements. You keep your pace quick anyways. At this point your cunt is soaking and needy.

When you press yourself all the way to the base of his dick and hold yourself there the length twitches in your throat. You repeat the motion several times to similar results.

It’s hard to hear anything over the wet sounds of your mouth but if you listen carefully Kokushibo’s breathing has picked up. Sometimes it stutters and stops until you pull back again.

Taking the noises as an encouragement you speed up slightly. Hopefully after the man has cum once you can get something in return.

The upper moon’s knot swells slightly without warning. It’s not a proper knot but your mouth still stretches wide to fit it. It only takes another moment until his seed is spilling down your throat.

Kokushibo growls and bends over you. Both his hands find a place in your hair. His hips thrust like it’s possible to be any deeper inside of you.

When he’s finished his body relaxes once more. Your throat stings as you pull back slowly. Once your mouth is free you drop your head into his lap. His hand moves through your hair, unintentionally perhaps, and it brings a soft noise out of your sore throat.

Kokushibo doesn’t seem in a hurry to fuck you. Will your head lies in his lap the demon sits still. The quiet is enough to bring you close to sleep. When Kokushibo notices your eyes half-closed he nudges your cheek with his knuckles.

You blink a few times, leaning back to sit up. Your throat feels fine now but you keep quiet.

“Present… again.”

You’re a little slower to turn around this time. When it comes to form you put all your energy there.

The lube still lingering on Kokushibo’s fingers is tacky and thin but your cunt is wet enough that the digit easily sinks into you. His hands move slower this time. The demon plunges his single finger in and out a few times to test your walls. It’s still not much stimulation but you’re eager now to receive his touches.

When a second finger enters he doesn’t immediately spear you open like before. His wrist rotates and digits curl until you’re panting and thrusting your ass higher.

Three fingers add up to a rather nice thickness. You could easily take more but the slow pace lets you fully absorb the pleasure given. When Kokushibo stretches his fingers out to pry your walls open a loud mewl falls through your lips.

The man pulls back for a brief moment. Slick drips from your cunt and smears over your thighs. A large hand envelopes your ass and pulls it to the side to further expose your pussy. You expect him to start spreading you open with his cock but there’s too long of a pause.

Breathing slowly you resist the urge to turn around. In your mind you begin to count to ten.

At six a wet kiss is pushed into your cunt. Your eyes blow wide open as you squeal with surprise. His free hand grips onto your waist. Holding you in place Kokushibo continues to manipulate your cunt with his tongue. What starts out as messing with the inner corners of your labia quickly turns into a wet muscle finding its way inside of you. Though Kokushibo moves quickly he is not chaotic. He knows you’re excited enough to easily accept the intrusion. After his fingers a tongue is almost too small.

It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner give you pleasure without receiving something in turn. Though you do have a feeling Kokushibo is receiving his own kind of fun from this. You can easily guess that he is not the kind of person to do things for no reason. Other than that your brain is too busy being lit up with pleasure to consider the matter further.

“Alpha, K-kokushib-uh Alpha.” You try to move back on his face but you’re held firmly in place. His tongue plunges into your pussy and drinks up your slick. The appendage might not be thick but it’s unusually long (maybe even stretching as it explores) and reaches deep inside of you. The thin tip sweeps around your core until it brushes against your g-spot. You’re letting out a soft string of moans with each stroke of your walls.

It doesn’t take long until you’re hovering on the edge of an orgasm. Kokushibo is not messy or wild but the methodical nature of his tongue is much better. His one purpose is to make you cum and he will accomplish the task. The alternative of a typical partner— who wouldn’t even touch your cunt in the first place —would be desperate grinding until they spill into your pussy. In some cases they can’t make it that far. Most are sad excuses for demons and even sadder excuses for alpha’s. Kokushibo is quite literally a prime example of both.

You attempt to grind back onto his face again (This time slightly mote successfully) with a desperate noise. “Can-nuh cum alpha… please?” If he says no you might cry.

When he doesn’t answer at all you are trapped in purgatory. If you knew the man better, knew the punishment he’d dole out, you might take the chance to cum anyways. Kokushibo has certainly been a nice partner thus far but you wouldn’t like to test him. If anything you’d hope to keep his mood constant.

You nearly bite off your tongue in a desperate attempt not to cum. It’s much harder to even open your mouth now so your begging turns into unintelligible whimpers. Other than managing a few cut off cries for “alpha” and “Kokushibo” (both of which devolve into more moans) you can’t string together real sentences.

As your mouth is filled with more blood and you might pass out from holding yourself back too hard the upper moon pulls back for a brief moment. “You may cum when you’d like.” He gives permission like he’s talking about the weather.

You can’t even properly treasure your orgasm as it rips through your body. Kokushibo moves slightly faster to draw out you release. You lie limp on the futon, only twitching as your walls are continuously stroked.

When he pulls back and your hips are released you can’t keep yourself presented. You falls down into the soft cushion and make a few weak noises. “Thank you Kokushibo-alpha.” Your words are muffled through squished cheeks and drool.

The upper moon seems unsure of how to proceed. He doesn’t touch you for too long and when you glance back Kokushibo is simply sitting back in seiza.

“S-sorry I can…” Your bones crack as you push yourself back onto your hands and knees. As you move the feeling of cold slick smeared over your thighs makes you shiver.

His hand moves over your back and guides your ass even higher. A quick swipe of the futon between your legs wipes away excess wetness. You shudder at the uncomfortable feeling of slime dragging through your legs.

Afterwards though Kokushibo angles his hips behind your own and his cock brushes over your inner thigh. The warmth is a welcome change and true excitement warms your stomach.

When Kokushibo finally coaxes his cock into you the fit is impossibly tight. You wonder if the earlier cunnilingus was simply to get you squeezing down as tightly as possible. Giving up on doing any work you lie there limply while he slowly fucks in and out. The man doesn’t seem to mind that he’s doing virtually all the work. You suppose he might even enjoy it as a show of strength. To encourage him you exaggerate some of your moans. He slowly speeds up as you whine and grip at the sheets.

“It’s better this time,” he comments casually. You can’t think of an intelligent response, just humming in agreement.

His cock is a large thing. Even beyond his knot there unnatural bulbous bumps on the side that drag along your cunt. You wonder if a demon with so much power could intentionally make his anatomy more attractive to the other sex. Intentional or not it certainly does make you more excited. The head is large and kisses your cervix on particularly deep thrusts. It’s one of the nicer cocks you’ve had. Really Kokushibo has a lot of beauty compared to a typical demon’s features. You can’t see his body much as he slams into you from behind but when the opportunity presents itself you’ll certainly take it.

“O-oh Alpha.” The upper moon’s knot bulges and expands even further. You’re not close enough to cum on his knot but feeling of him stretching you out is still wonderful. With Kokushibo fucking you with less coordination you decide to finally put in some work. It’s hard to time your backward movements with heavy slaps against your ass but with experience you manage to meet some of his thrusts.

Kokushibo groans loudly now as he sinks into you. In hopes to move even deeper some of his weight is laid over your back. His breath echoes against your ear and tickles your neck. Long strands of auburn hair mix with your own.

There’s little warning before Kokushibo’s hips stall as his seed dumps into you. His knot isn’t fully expanded, much to your disappointment, but that doesn’t affect the force of his orgasm. If you were still human you’d surely be pregnant from the copious amount of seed pouring into your cunt. Some of it slips out and cools against your legs. The feeling makes you whine, long and high. It draws the man’s attention to his escaping seed. With a low growl he pushes the semen back inside your walls. The addition of a thick finger besides his half inflated knot shocks more arousal out of you.

The knot is just small enough that Kokushibo could pull away from you if he really tried but he stays stuck against your back. After a few quiet moments of breathing the man scoops you up and lies you on your side. Even without a full knot he intends on treating you with some amount of grace. You manage a soft purr which seems to please Kokushibo well enough.

Without another orgasm of your own or a proper knot having a warm body against your back is frustratingly arousing. Some sensation against your inner walls and the occasional twitch of his dick drags out your pleasure just enough to keep it active. When you try to roll your hips Kokushibo growls again. His teeth barely scrape against the back of neck. It’s meant to be a warning but the action only sends another hot wave through your stomach. You breathe slowly to keep your hips still.

He keeps hands dug into your waist even when you sit still for a few minutes. You’re not sure if he intends to rest or simply wants to assert more dominance. It’s hard to relax between stray sparks of arousal burning in your stomach. Whenever you’re calm enough to relax Kokushibo twitches (or his cock does) and you’re shocked back awake. Trying to whine or voice your discomfort only results in getting hushed once more.

—-

At some point you must’ve managed to fall asleep because you’re jerking awake as Kokushibo finally pulls away from you. The smell of his rut is stronger now, it’s been a few hours since your initial coupling at least. Lingering sleep drowns any arousal you might have felt from his hard cock dragging through your walls. “Are we goin’ again?” Your mumbling doesn’t help to urge your brain any more awake.

“Don’t move.” It’s not an answer but you listen anyways. Falling back into the futon you happily let your eyes slip shut once more. Faintly you’re aware of how Kokushibo moves behind you but you’re unbothered by it.

After a few seconds stretch out with no noise you manage to slide your eyes open once more. With a small glance behind yourself you see Kokushibo pulling out a new set of sheets. You sit up properly and peel the old dirty sheets off yourself. “I can help.”

The demon fixes you with a look that pins you back in place. “It’s fine.” The words are plain but you feel sheepish anyways. You feel guilt watching the man dig through your closer but following the orders you tuck yourself back into the warm (albiet a little bit gross) blankets.

It’s easy to fall limp in the comforting futon. Your guilt is easily erased by sleep pulling at your mind.

Kokushibo lifts you and you’re happy to curl up in his arms. He only carries you for a brief moment buy you’re struck by how gentle his hold is. After being deposited onto the new sheets you listen to the man get rid of the old sheets. The new ones are much cleaner and soft. There’s no crusty or wet spots you have to avoid.

“Won’t the sheets just get ruined again?”

“It’s fine.” You give a noncommittal hum to his noncommittal answer. You’re not sure if he has some other plan or just wanted fresh sheets to lie in before his rut started but either way the change is nice.

Faintly you hear your door click open and snap shut. For a moment you worry Kokushibo might’ve wanted a quick fuck before finding a true rut partner. When you sit up and look around the sight of the man’s robe calms you.

It turns out that there was no need to worry after all as Kokushibo is gone for less than an hour. He comes back with a stout woman in his arms, one of her legs already gone.

You watch him bundle her body into the filthy sheets to soak up some of her leaking blood. The man eats as elegantly as he does everything else. Long fingers tear the skin from muscle and bring it to his mouth without smearing any blood on his face. You don’t dare to take anything without permission but the smell of meat makes your mouth fill with saliva.

When Kokushibo leaves a hand on the filthy futon within your reach you still don’t move. Upper moons may be more capable of conversation but you’re still not eager to get between a demon and its food.

“Eat.” With his allowance you try your best to finish off the hand as elegantly as Kokushibo does. Already blood and flesh moves to hide under your fingernails. You keep your eyes averted as you suck on your fingers to pull out each bit of meat. If Kokushibo judges, or even sees you, he does not voice any disgust.

The hand is not particularly large but it is satisfying enough for the moment. You even crush the bones between your molars and grind fingernails into dust. There’s some blood smudged on the corners of your lips that you try to lap up as smoothly as possible. You shoot another cursory glance to Kokushibo to see that he has devoured half a leg. Still there are no stains or blemishes on his smooth skin.

“Do you have a bath?”

You perk up once more. “Yes! Would you like me to prepare you one?”

“Take one.” Whether the phrase is intended to be insulting or not your cheeks burn. Without a look towards him you nod and shuffle off towards the bathroom.

The water pump that guides clean water towards your bath is cold but you have no urge to heat it. You clean yourself quickly and methodically. It seems whatever tenderness you had brought out during sex was gone now. You can only hope that when he fucks you again the attentive nature will come back.

With a quick run of fingers through your hair you step back out into the room. It’s only been a handful of minutes but Kokushibo has sliced the women’s body up into fragments and wrapped them up into pieces of fabric. You’re still slightly soaking but when eyes dart over towards your wet form there’s no displeasure in them.

“What would you like me to do now?”

“I’m tired.” Kokushibo sounds like his age, an ornery old man. You supposed that there’s a chance he didn’t sleep while you were but to hear him express any weariness. “You can do what you’d like but stay clean, and don’t touch the food.” His large form passes beside you and falls into the new futon you have set out. You hope he doesn’t intend on changing the sheets anytime you fuck. There’s only one more set in the closet.

Whether Kokushibo actually intends on sleeping or not you move back towards the bathroom. If you knew he didn’t intend to fuck you right now you’ve would’ve enjoyed some warmth, which is what you intend to do.

—-

You’ve fallen asleep on a scrap of the futon. Leaning into Kokushibo’s side seemed like an odd, perhaps slightly scary, choice. With a large soft robe you didn’t mind the lack of coverage from the actual blanket.

It’s not clear how many hours have passed, your thick walls with no windows aren’t very good for telling time. When Kokushibo wakes you he nudges you with a bit of feverish urge. His scent in the air is much more overbearing now. Each breath of air encapsulates heavy spice.

Already the demon’s tongue glides over your bare skin. Half your robe has been slid off your body to expose your breasts. Hands wrap around your form to bring you closer to him.

Your tired brain struggles to catch up to his actions but the gentle touches are welcome. Another hand pushes down the rest of your robe and leaves you nude again. Kokushibo is naked too, which you realize after his cock slaps against your thigh.

With his rut in full swing he doesn’t waste time with talk. Teeth nip the side of your neck, right over your scent gland, but don’t quite break skin. It’s enough to make you shudder still and jerk your hips backwards.

His thick dick slides over your ass and the stimulation pushes a rough growl from his throat. With strong hands he pulls you into the center of the futon and lifts your ass high.

Though there was a distinct lack of foreplay when a finger probes your insides this time you’re soaked. With only a minute or two of his scent filling your nose it’s awoken your own needs.

Kokushibo mounts you quickly enough. With a few quick thrusts he plants his whole cock inside of you. “Mgh- Alpha!” You were plenty wet but the insertion of his cock stretches you wide.

This fucking is much quicker, both of you cumming in quick succession. Again his knot doesn’t quite fill out completely which leaves you moaning with frustration. The skin that does fill you up should be satisfying enough but knowing there’s more that is left for you makes your cunt ache.

There are no words exchanged. Kokushibo does not eat or order you to bathe again. The demon simply drags your hips with his own movements and lies back down.

—-

Eventually even Kokushibo gets lost in the daze of his rut. At that point you’re equally drunk on the pheromones, too dizzy to process what’s going on either. You wake up, fuck, chew on the bones to try and get more substance from them, and fall back asleep. The man looses most of his finesse a few days in, but any type of stimulation ignites arousal in your body. Even when he’s not fucking you, hands over your hips or stomach burn with his touch.

When you’re finally knotted properly you nearly scream. The feeling of his thick knot filling you up fully is like pure heaven. It beats out every other partner than has even seen your cunt. A full fist couldn’t compare to the girth of Kokushibo’s stable knot.

The upper moon insists on having you present properly. A position in which his cock buries deep inside you. The only exception is lazy fucking while you lie on your side. When you’re barely awake or almost asleep the alpha is almost sensitive to your needs. Though he tries the fucking usually ends up with your face buried into a pillow, sometimes nearly choking on it.

The dirty futon thankfully does not seem to bother the man in this state. At least not so much that you’re forced to migrate. Instead he just growls and huffs if he sits on a particularly sticky area. Each time he does so you have to hold back a snort of laughter.

As you eat coagulated blood also drips onto the blanket. The woman’s body is not as good when it isn’t fresh but it gives you more energy. With a typical mating partner you are used to not getting to meal at all.

Afterwards when there is blood smeared all over both your faces you are happy enough to suck it off his skin. Kokushibou doesn’t moan often but if you lick up his adams apple he groans deeply and digs his fingers into your scalp.

The kissing is what you enjoy most. While the upper moon isn’t very romantic he kisses back when you initiate, which you do often. Whether you’re fucking or not the taste of his skin twists your stomach. You make sure to kiss him whenever you can get away with it.

After each fuck Kokushibo keeps you within his arms. It might be for simple convenience or instincts pushing him to protect an omega but you enjoy the manhandling. On occasion you might even crawl away a foot or two to feel his hands wrap around your ankles. He growls afterwards and drags his teeth over your bare skin. The pin pricks heal in less than a second but the feeling lingers long after. He doesn’t seem to realize you’re unthreatened by the nips, at least not when they barely tickle your back.

—-

The heat ends much quicker than it began. There is no last drawn out slow fuck. One morning you wake up to find a much fainter scent. Kokushibo is not in the futon. Instead he rests against the wall, finishing off the last bits of meat the woman has to offer.

You move to cover your body. You find your thin robe thrown into one of the corners. The upper moon has once again donned his full suit.

For a while he sits in the corner quietly. You watch him with questioning eyes but the man offers no answer. You don’t move around much. Demons aren’t supposed to have any lasting pain or injuries but when the week ends your hips are sore and you can barely move. Turning or trying to stand makes you groan or whimper. Other than gathering some of the dirty laundry (though not the remaining futon, as filthy as it is) you choose to remain curled up in comfort. An hour or so passes that way. Kokushibo could pass as a statue.

When the upper moon finally stands you groan and push yourself upwards once more. Your stance is horribly unstable, knees bent inwards and ankles shaking. Kokushibo is not entirely sympathetic but he offers a supporting hand when he passes you.

You move towards the bathroom, expecting him to follow, but his hand slips out of yours.

“I will be back next year.” Kokushibo hardly spares you a second glance before a biwa strums and you are left alone in the room.

You’re stunned at the silence but the promise of next year makes your cunt throb.

#kny #demon slayer #nsft #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo #kimetsu no yaiba #omegaverse #omega x alpha #alpha beta omega #abo dynamics #alpha!kokushibo #omega!reader #mdni

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thebottomfromhell · 7 months

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Uppermoons defending GN reader from shitty starlker ex

Warnings: Slight manga spoilers (Douma's only), Cannibalism, Excesive use of violence, Yandere behaviour, Toxic relationships, And Non-Character human death.

Request by @lovely-star in her previous account, and this is probably the last requests I will make from said account since she erased it and so everything of that account in my inbox got deleited too. This is the one I remember she wanted. Ex refered as "they/them" for better understanding.

Gyutaro:

Gyutaro is jealous and envious by nature, he is also protective by nature. Still, unlike with his sister, you don't wake up those urges in a way he can't control, so at first he doesn't act on it. He just see someone that is more attractive than him getting close to you and his first instict is to draw back and isolate himself into a state of self-loathing. This time is no different. He draws back in his insecurities, hiding, still believing you are leaving for someone who isn't an "ugly freak".

The your ex, the one that came closer, grabs your arm as you were trying to get away. "Let me go! I told you, we are done! I don't want anything to do with you anymore!" You look distressed as you pull your arm back, struggling against the grip, trying to take some steps back. Just then Gyutaro realizes how upset you are, so he appears from thin air the same way he faded away just before. "Oi..." He says, and both you and your ex turn to see him.

As you sigh with relief the second the let go of your arm, the same time the approach Gyutaro, getting in between him and you, telling the demon to get lost, that it has nothing to do with him, and not sharing expenses at throwing insukts to the insecure creature. Gyutaro, who was looking down, raises his head to face this person, clearly irritated as he begins to scratch his neck. "Oi, oi, you are talking way too much, ne. I'm getting angry. Ne." Eyes glow, and just then you ex takes the time to look him up and down with the red light.

First comes disbelief, then fear, and lastly, before they could scream, a flesh-looking kanna stabs through the open mouth, the angle going directly to the brain, blade coming out from the skull. The body becomes limb as Gyutaro release it, letting it fall. "I'm not feeling hubgry, but it would be a waste, ne. Go home for now, Y/N. Ne?" You only stay as he gives you his back, eating the corpse, using his hands and teeth to rip off pieces of flesh... you feel relief. Still, you don't say anything... for a while.

Gyokko:

Gyokko hates being ignored, if paople pay more mind to you than him, is no exception. He doesn't like to share the spotlight, and he doesn't like to share you neither. He also dislikes when others distract him, so, when you both are home, curtains blocking the sun, and suddenly there is a lound banging on the door at the front, he is not happy. "Urgh! What now? Y/N, make yourself useful and go to deal with that waste at the door." You were about to open, but the you hear your ex's voice, so instead you keep the door shut.

You both start to argue through it, becoming every time louder. "Go away! I won't open this door!" And louder. "I can and I did!! I don't want you anymore!!" And louder... "I SAID-" "WOULD YOU TWO UNCULTURED WRENCHES SHUT UP?! I'M TRYING TO WORK HERE!! Y/N, WHY IS THIS TAKING YOU SO LONG?!" And of course your the next thing your ex does is ask who is there with you... you knew better than to keep shouting, they didn't. It didn't take much for Gyokko to get tired of the shouts, sone threats were even send to him so ot's no surprise he got offended.

Except, Gyokko likes the spotlight... so he put a base on the door before opening it as he hid in a shadow. Then the ceramics sucked your ex, mending and breaking blood, flesh and nerves. You only look at it. "Your welcome." He says before setting that same vase as an inner decoration in the hallway before retreating. Well... that went as to be expected.

Hantengu:

Hantengu never acts up on jealosy, he doesn't dare to. He fears you will leave, that you will hurt him, that people will accuse him of crimes he swears he didn't do. It doesn't make sense, but there is nothing one can do on that coward. Your ex is no exception, since the second he heard banging on the door he went to hide in the wardrobe, crying, holding his head and keeping his knees close to his chest. "They are coming for me! Those villains want to hurt me!" You were just about to calm him down when you hear your ex's voice.

You wonder if you should just hide too, squeeze in besides him, pretend there is nobody at home. You hear the door being shut open, and you stop thinking, just doing. "Eeeeeeeeck!" You try to shudh him with no avail as you hear your ex step into the house, and you curse leaving it unlocked for the clones who are not here. "It wasn't me! I am not a liar! These hands are at fault!" And you curse even more knowing they will hear Hantengu's whimpers and sobs. For some seconds you panic, not knowing what to do. Should you get out? Stay put? Look for another play to hide? Run away? Face them? Threat-

The door of the wardrobe open, and the second your eyes where getting used to the light difference... you see Hantengu lunge into your ex. Both the demon and other scream of fear as the oldest grabs your ex's shoulders, squeezing pulling, you can hear bones cracking as the surprise in the fearful human screams turn int agony. They don't seem to notice you as Hantengu destroy their shoulders in desesperation, running away from the with limp arms and blooded shoulders the second the demon let's go.

Now you blink, Hantengu crawling to a corner, still sobbing, as you process what just happened before the rambles and rants continue... you should better comfort your beloved...

Sekido:

Sekido doesn't like people, they make him angry, so you can understand he wasn't happy when your ex got near you two. Specially when you use him to make distance between your ex and you. "HEY! I'm not your meat shield!" He genuinely tries to grab you and toss you in front when your ex's start getting closer... too close. "Get loss, you pathetic scum! You are unwelcome!" He basically growls at your ex, who after getting over their shock seems to rely on their pride to not show fear... bad idea.

There is an argument between your ex and Sekido, you use this chance to take some steps back quietly, as insults are being thrown around with the angry energy, metaphorically, for now. You lost track of who was saying that, but then they both realize you moved, as you step in some leaves, making noise. Both Sekido and your ex turn towards you, and that seemed to be your beloved's limit, "How DARE you leaving your problems to me?!" because he slams the ground with his staff, letting the thunders take over the area.

The second your ex was about to scream as the thunders slowly become less intense, Sekido hits his head, basically blowing the brain up as it's tissues spread around. "THERE! Are you happy now, you little shit?!" You... weirdly enough are not. This is a lot to take in. The second you don't asnwer Sekido gets even more irritated and basically storms off "Fuck you!"

Karaku:

Karaku notices something is off the second you tense, but honestly pays it no mind. He is part of Upper 4, what could honestly happen to you with him around? Tha answer: them. You are having a dinner date with Karaku pretending to be human, and having money stolen to invite (which means a lot considering he is just watching you eat while flirting with you). You don't let that bother you, unlike your ex's voice calling your name, making you by instict stand up and look around, clearly upset. Your date only tilts your head in confusion before leaning to see who you are looking.

They get to the table and grab your arm, trusting that you will follow for the sake of not causing an scene in a restaurant, but you stay in place, grabbing yourself by the table for stability. "Go away. I'm busy." You do try to keep your voice low in order of not draw too much attention to yourself, looking a Karaku for help. Thankfully, he does. "Hey, sweet thing. You are ruining our date." Before you ex could get into an argument with Karaku, he grabs their wrist, harshly. "Listen here, if you want to play like a punk, little mouse, you will have to wait until I'm in the mood." He laughs as you ex release a gasp in pain and disbelief the second Karaku squeezes har enough to fracture the bones.

Of course, once Karaku physically threats to grab something else, your ex leaves running away. Everyone is looking at your beloved, who just shrugs and orders dessert for you. "Now, back to what we were doing." You only look at him and smile, knowing you can trust him with that problem. "Of course."

Urogi:

Jealous and clingy, Urogi doesn't like strangers near you, and strangers in this context are anyone but the other clones and Hantengu. Besides that, he hates having to share you, even doing tantrums everytime you have to be out of his sight, that can be anything from pouting and whining to actually trash on the ground. You are aware he can also hurt your loved ones, so you make sure to never let them get close and avoid having Urogi meeting them. Of course, you were not counting that in a walk with Urogi (he was flying, and it was dark, so it wasn't easy to see him) during night time you ex would appear.

You have told Urogi to not attack people when getting close to you, to stay hidden, so he did. "What do you want?!" You scream back to them as they get close, you take steps back and shield yourself so they can't grab you. "Leave me alone!" And the next thing you see is Urogi landing on your ex, using the talons in his feet to pin him on the ground and the rip the flesh out with his hands, starting to eat the person alive.

It takes you a few secons to get over that, to focus less on the fact you knew this person and more in the fact that Urogi is eating a corpse, he has done that before. "Tsht nishe! Wont shom?" He speaks with his mouth full... you need to sit for a moment. "No thanks." And... he just keeps eating.

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu is pretty laid back, so he doesn't even react as you use him as a human shield the second you see you ex. He is just wearing a cape with hood and gloves to walk on the sun, as you wanted to go out and he needed some fresh air from the others. He looks tired, but that is all, nobody would think of him of something more than a tired, and maybe a bit sick, young man. Unfortinately, no one seems to have sympathy for that as he is being pushed by your ex for him to move out of the way and pulled by you to keep your shield close.

Not that any one you manage to actually tug him around, staying stable on his feet, mostly havibg to move his feet for space and to balance himself. There is shouting, threats and insults, but everyone around just watches. "Can you both stop? Being tossed around like this is making me sad." Your ex, angry, just takes their anger on your shield, moving the hood. Aizetsu reacts before the horns are exposed, covering the with his wrist as he starts to release smoke, a scream of pure pain comming up his throat. He pulls the hood back again as your ex backs up scared and people start to go see him, worried.

In the end, it's the crowd the one to scare your ex away, thinking they did something to Aizetsu. They recieve threats and insults, besides havibg so many people against them, it's bound to ruin their reputation. You wouldn't be surprised they would leave the town. "I'm sad, I want to go home." You do help him get home through the people, trying to tell everyone off... poor Aizetsu.

Nakime:

You came to her stressed one day, almost crying about your ex, the fact that you met them again, that they haven't changed... you had a rough break up, you relationship with them became toxic and it was already so hard to pull out of in and they are trying to get you back in. Guilt-tripping, gaslighting, threats, the physical manipulation... the worst thing is that you only notice every detail of what they did once the encounter is over, not before.

You probably would have already being bullied back into the relationship if it wasn't for the distress their presence causes you and the fact you sre already in a relationship with Nakime, who listens about the issue without saying anything. "It seems very bad, but don't worry. You are safe here, specially with me around." She speaks and smiles softly before sending you to rest...

The next day you see your ex's corpses on the ceiling (another floor upside down). None of you talk about it, and after Nakime made sure you saw it, she made it go away. It all... just went away with the cord... you need time to think about that. "Did you have a good rest?" You nod and rest some more.

Akaza:

"What's wrong?" He asks the second you tense up, Akaza is very protective, he would rather die than let anything happen to you. Anyway, his question is answered when you ex screams your name as he storms into your direction, as you use the demon as a shield. You were both put for a festival, and it seems the word that you are back in town spread around, to the point you were easily found. The crowd is loud, and it takes a lot of spaces, so people barely spare a second glance to the scene, even as Akaza, in human disguise, also tenses up, ready to fight this person off.

"You are looking for trouble here. Go away and you won't have to eat your own teeth and walk by your own." The tone of voice is calm, but he is clearly not, more like a dog growling, getting ready to jump towards the threat the second it's owner release the leash. "Say one more word and you are done, you pathetic weak." Your ex didn't know when to shut up. Thankfully, with the crowds and your begging, Akaza was actually too smart to kill that person, from your point of view that was the reason at least, and just made a harsh step in the ground, crumbling it.

That already made your ex take a few steps back, but the Akaza threw a hit to the side of the face of your ex, letting the friction with the air and speed make a cut in their chin. There is a thunder-like sound a few second after it, making some people react as your ex's falls into the ground due the shock. "Last warning. Get lost." They do. "Sorry about that, Y/N." You shake your head. "No, it's fine. Thank you for that. Maybe we should look for a quiet place to see the fireworks." You won't let this ruin your night, Akaza smiles at the idea. "Yeah... that would be nice."

Douma:

This is not the first time someone comes to Douma's cult demanding for someone to go with them, honestly. Sometime youngsters run towards his cult to scape the responsibilities set by their parents, so when that happens it's not weird to have an angry husband or father, usually followed by a mother or mother-in-law, storming in, looking for the young one. He usually doesn't get in between family matters, prefering to play dumb than taking sides. "I'm afraid I don't know who you are talking about", "I can't say for certain they are here", "It's not proper for me to get in between family business, I'll let you solve your squarrels", or whatever excuse he has, not that he has ever lied. There are so many humans in his cult, how should he be able to remember the story of every follower he ever had and recognize them by face and name?

Kotoha was an special case, and so seems you are, since you both are the only times he recognized who this person, your partner, was talking about from name alone and slight description. Like her, is a partner, and brings the same arguments. "Scaping responsibilities" this, "gone out of their mind" that, "ruining image" here and a "have to go back" there. Really, nothing new, you just had the bad luck of going to see Douma on the worst time. He can see this person march towards you as you cower away and both begin to push and pull. "Excuse me, can you leave us be? I will be solving this matter in private, thank you." So he does the same thing he did when Kotoha's husband and mother-in-law came. The difference is that you will get to see it.

One movement, fast and smooth, moving his hand, armed with one of his fans, directly to you ex's neck, and he is decapitated faster than slayers do to demon, with only some drops of blood spilled on your face as the body falls limp and start to bleed out, head nowhere to be seen. "My, my! It seems I did a bit of a mess. Here, let me clean your face, dear!" He licks his thumb to wipe the blood off softly.

You just let him do whatever he wants, there isn't much to do about it anyway, and at least he is nice. He protected you, after all...

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou doesn't care about other relationships you have or had, from co-workers to family, he is simply not invested on knowing anything about them. More often than not he spaces out everytime you begin to talk about others, specially family bonds... he is not going to change in thas aspect. So when you are walking out one night and suddenly you shift to hide behind him, the only thing he wants to do is move out of the way. He is very petty, so he tries, but you don't let him as your ex walks into you both.

They trie to surround Kokushibou, as you manages to convince him to disguise himself as human to go out. He is not a human shield! Let. Him. Go. Now.... please? Your ex keeps talking, telling you that they wants you back, that they need you, that you had no right to leave them, you just try to keep your distance and avoid eye contact while Kokushibou would rather be anywhere else. In a desperate move.... you tell them to deal with Kokushibou.... he looks as his mind just emptied. Typical phrases: "What are you? Y/N's new boyfriend", "Y/N is mine", "Y/N is just with you to make me feel jealous" and "Whatever."

"I really don't care. I don't have any bussiness with you, so leave." He commands with authority. Your ex takes a step back, but doesn't want to appear intimidated. He charges into Kokushibou, charging to him him while screaming. The demons dodges and by instinct brushes off the human, making them impact against a wall, falling unconcious. You have the feeling they won't be bothering you anymore. "Thank-" and Kokushibou doesn't want to be bothered anymore too. So he leaves without you. "Kokushibou!"

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #gyutaro #hantengu #gyokko #nakime #akaza #douma #kokushibou

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soyeonsbabygirl · 11 months

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"Imma need my shirt back"

Song Yuqi x Reader

You and Yuqi had been close since debut. Everyone knew you guys as a troublemaker duo. When the 2 of you were together, trouble would follow. You had always loved to wear Yuqi's clothes, she didn't mind since you would always give them back. Besides, Yuqi loved the sight of you in her clothes, it was like she was sending off a message to other peoole that you were hers and only hers.

Today you guys were all having a group movie night. You were wearing an oversized T-shirt with sone shorts, but not just any overside T-shirt. It was one of Yuqi's oversized T-shirt’s. The minute Yuqi had saw you in it, she wouldn't keep her eyes off you. She had trouble focusing on the movie as she couldnt help but glance at you as you were cuddled up to Miyeon. She wanted to just take you away from Miyeon and keep you in her arms.

You all were at dance practice. You were just dancing to random songs. Yuqi was sitting down next to Minnie as she watched you. She loved watching you dance but that wasn’t the reason she was watching you this time. You were wearing her leggings. The sight of you dancing whilst wearing her leggings made her bite her lip slightly. Minnie had noticed this and teased her as she realized Yuqi was watching you. Yuqi would look away playfully pushing Minnie away, embarrassed she got caught.

Here you were now sitting in the living room. Yuqi was staring at you with a jealous look. It wasn't because you were talking to Soyeon, but it was actually because you were wearing Miyeon's shirt instead of hers. Yuqi wanted to rip Miyeon's shirt off you, she hated when you wore the other members clothes. After all you were hers, not theirs.

What really pushed Yuqi over the edge was when Miyeon told you “I should give you my clothes more often. You look amazing in them.” Yuqi didnt even realize when she had gotten you in her room, she didn't even realize when she began roucghly kissing you as she groped your body under the shirt. Miyeon's shirt. Yuqi ripped the shirt off your body along with your shorts, immediately replacing the shirt with one of her own.

She had you on your back , pumping her fingers in and out of you at fast speed. She ignored your whines and squeals, Yuqi had shoved her fingers into you with no warning already going at a fast pace but somehow went faster with each thrust stretching you out even more.

“You think you can wear the other members clothes in front of me?” She said as she watched you squirm. She pushed down on your stomach keeping you in place forcing you to take her fingers. “You're mine. No one else's.” Your moans increased as her fingers began to hit spots you didn’t even know she could reach with her fingers.

She got on her knees, still keeping her fingers inside of you. You whined loudly as you felt her tongue circle your clit. She stopped teasing eventually before she shoved her tongue inside your pussy, keeping her fingers inside you. She looked up at you seeing your face, your mouth slightly open, vision blurry from the tears that currently ran down your face from how good her fingers were stretching you out.

You babbled something due to not being able to speak actual words. Your way of telling Yuqi you were close, she chuckled against your clit as she continued to lap up all your juices. You saw white as you let out a loud scream.

With her free hand she reached up grabbing yours as you squeezed it tightly. You came all over her tongue, coating her whole hand , as well as getting some on her bed sheets. Yuqi pulled back from your pussy smiling as she kept her fingers moving inside you but even faster than before.

You thrashed as you let out little mewls and moans, “do it again. Cum for me and scream for me again. This will teach you that only I can do this to you. No one else better even try to fuck this pussy.” Yuqi said with a possessive look in her eyes. You were still wearing her shirt that she put you in fueling possessiveness even more.

Before you knew it, you squirted all over her hand. She smiled as she pulled her fingers out of you, reaching down to kiss you. She got in the bed next to you and held you in her arms as she stroked your hair whispering sweet nothings.

“Also Before you leave, Imma need my shirt back.” You gave her a tired look to explain what she meant, “in case you ever try to wear anyone else’s clothes that AREN’T mine ever again, I’m gonna make you wear this shirt as I fuck you. I don’t care if it’s Stained with your cum, you’re gonna wear it as a way to show them who you belong to.” she said and kissed your forehead smiling as you began to doze off.

You did indeed try to wear Shuhua’s shirt the next week, and Yuqi did indeed keep to her word.

This was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever wrote for Yuqi…like😵‍💫

The Minnie version of this is coming soon ;)

#gidle #gidle thoughts #yuqi #gidle smut #fem! reader #yuqi smut #kpop gidle #idle #idle thoughts #idle smut

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viscerawrites · 2 months

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history of the otherside & erapiae ; an erapiae worldbuilding post

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Erapiae was once a vibrant and diverse realm, with humans and otherfolk coexisting (mostly) peacefully. Things changed with the actions of a human woman named Alkyre Sones.

To this day, it is unknown exactly why Alkyre waged war to conquer Emvyria - an island sacred to the otherfolk. Alkyre demonstrated an unusual hatred and intolerance for the otherfolk, and made seemingly earnest remarks on Emvyria being her birthright.

After 2 years of fighting, Alkyre and her army - most of whom would go unknown and unidentified - won the war. In a powerful act of magic, Alkyre banished the otherfolk into the otherealms, where they would land in a world parallel to Erapiae; this has come to be known as the Otherside. Alkyre overestimated her physical capacity to handle such magic, and was killed in the process. Emvyria sank soon after, rendering the war meaningless.

The banishment of the otherfolk led to an underground system of Mystics; humans who dedicated their lives to contacting those on the Otherside and building relationships with them. This movement began with the goal to one day break the Veil separating their realms.

In the year Syriis 86, the Veil between the Otherside and Erapiae was cracked open by a human man named Ethel Waylon. This triggered both a magical reawakening of the world and the Great Turning. Since this breaking of the Veil, the otherfolk have lived among the humans of Erapiae once more.

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what was the great turning?

When the Veil was ripped open, both realms were allowed to bleed into each other once more. Of course, this meant that the otherfolk returned to their world among the humans once more. It also resulted in the Great Turning; an event where "prone souls" were afflicted with magical conditions, many of which had never been seen before.

This Turning effectively rendered these people otherfolk, while not actually belonging among the otherfolk either, and resulted in their ostracization from human society. Many of the afflicted banded together and formed their own communities, such as Coryfel's Dogtown, Prositha's Oa'Jade, and Ebrean's Kharibes.

#writeblr #my wip #erapiae

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sharky857 · 1 year

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"Why yall like Hassian so much?"

The title is a half-quote of a question dropped on Palia Discord, and of course my hands started itching.

Not because the question ticked me off.

It's because that simple question alone set my brain on "I will be brief" mode. And the "will be brief" mode is always, without fail, this one:

WIthout further ado, here's my widdle essay, copy-pasted from the notepad file as it was intended to be shared on that server at some point (so if there's any weird self-censoring like "strong dislike", you already know why).

This is gonna be very much spoiler-y in a lot of points, so if you haven't reached max friendship + romance and/or don't like spoilers in general, pls skip this ramble.

That being said…

Having reached max friendship and also romance with Hassian, I see his being overall "cold" (or "sour", as someone else in game would define it) as some kind of psychological defense/self-preservation mechanism.

When you reach enough friendship with him, he will openly confess/admit that it's not like he doesn't like humans, but he is wary of them. He admits to be like that towards anything new/unknown, and humans are, in fact new/unknown to him. He even has a random dialogue where he actually thank you for giving him a chance to know humans better through your (friendship) bonding.

According to other dialogues, Hassian is also seen playing cards with Auni at the inn, and quite often too, apparently. This is met with mixed reactions from a few of the other locals: Reth makes jokes about it, saying that he always thought that Hassian would come at the inn only to see how other people could disappoint him (or something on that line), Nai'o is straight up worried that Hassian could be a bad influence or something on his little brother, and Sifuu has a more indirect line about it, saying that Hassian has a liking/soft spot for animals and children (which gives her a glimmer of hope that her sone, one day, might settle down and start a family). This is a first clue that Hassian is actually a gentle soul.

In regard of Reth's aforementioned remark, I have this feeling that this might have something to do with the way Chapaa are generally viewed by the locals. Everyone sees them as cute & cuddly & fluffy animals (you even have Tish straight up cooing about them, in one of the Maji market-related dialogues), despite how Chapaa have come to be in the valley and the consequences. Hassian will tell you that the Chapaa are not a natice species, but have been introduced at some point by Kenli, with the intentions of breeding them as pets. But the Chapaa at some other point escaped into the wild, where their population started to grow uncontrollably; the fact that they lacked (and still lack, apparently) natural predators means that Chapaa are now an invasive species that need some sort of "pest control" system. But apparently Kenli has been refusing to take any action of sort in this sense because "but Chapaa cute :(" reasons, while every other villager seems to have a similar line of thought about those critters, leading Hassian to take matters into his hunter-hands. This would explain why Hassian seems to look at everyone in disappointment when he drops by the inn.

Another clue that Hassian is more than meets the eye lies in a random dialogue of Auni, when you reach enough friendship with either that child and/or Hassian; our mail boy will kind of break confidentiality with you and tell you that Hassian always gets romance novels delivered from the library all the times. He also says that they are "very mushy stuff", which confirms that Hassian may be actually quite a sensitive person. This trait of Hassian is also confirmed by other things/dialogues. For starters, he writes poetry (or at least he has tried to, at some point), and you can even see some of those writing by yourself in his grove, upon finding a book with torn pages (he didn't rip them btw, it was some Chapaa's fault). At the beginning of that side quest, Hassian will try to deny the book is his, despite... ye know... his name is right there. And at the end of the quest he will asks you not to mention that book to anyone, because he has "a reputation to uphold".

You can also get some more clues upon finding an abandoned letter in one of the camps in Bahari (somewhere in the northern half, more precisely). That letter will also reveal that Hassian and Tamala had a short-lived affair (that letter is also the ultimate reason why I "strongly dislike" Tamala's guts with a passion, for the records).

Tamala and Hassian's story could be also the reason why Hassian is now even more prone to not let his feelings on. According to what I could grasp about this ordeal, one day Tamala spotted Hassian "snooping around" her house (he was just minding his own business, hunting and also selling some stuff). It is unclear which one aprroached the other first, all we know is that Tamala bought a Sernuk rug from him, then asked him to enter her boudoir (aka: her bedroom), unofficially to ask for his opinion on where it could've been placed. Officially… completely unrelated things happened. Tamala never says what, exactly, but the way she tells that bit leaves very little to one's (naughty-naughty) imagination. And apparently, Hassian instantly fell head over heel for Tamala, but it looks like Tamala never made her intentions clear from the very beginning; the whole time, Hassian probably thought that her intentions were serious, while Tamala was in only for "some fun". It is also implied that Tamala herself may ahve pretty much treated him like her personal "toy boy", while Hassian kept on misinterpreting all that as her way of courting a suitor back, to the point that he presented her his own pin; if you romanced anyone in this game, you know what a big and important step this is considered. This is apparently when Tamala finally decided to dump Hassian; her random dialogues say that she broke with him when he tried to talk about a marriage, while Hassian's dialogue (at the end of his max romance quest) seems to add some more details to that, saying something like "I thought you would've come back to throw my pin in my face". Now: think about what a pin signifies, keep in mind what big deal these pins are, now imagine someone straight up throwing said pin back to the sender's face while telling them to pretty much F off and never come back. That ought to cause some damage on an emotional level. Even Sifuu herself, at some point, confesses with you that she was worried that you would "pull a Tamala" on Hassian (not to mention: Sifuu is still also all set on wanting to kick Tamala's rear, after all these years), but she is also glad that, with you, she had been wrong.

As cherry on top, Hassian might have unprocessed childhood trauma, which might lead him to constantly keep his feelings in check (and being awkward when trying to disclose them) as well. At some point we get to know that he had two moms: Sifuu and Taylin. Hassian was clearly more attached to Taylin than Sifuu, and even after all this time the loss of "momma" still stings real bad to him. When Sifuu made him proof-read her own autobiography, Hassian simply flipped because of what he sees as complete lies on how "mother" and "momma" first met, considering that altered story as an insult to Taylin's memory (whereas Sifuu was only trying to spice things up for artistic reasons). Some time after that thing with the book, when Sifuu asks for his help to clear Taylin's belongings, Hassian do agree that they both needed to finally move on and and also tried to help his mother, but soon he found out he couldn't bring himself to do it.

The loss of Taylin could mean that Hassian is now subconsciously "afraid" to love someone as much as he loved "momma", probably fearing to suffer that same pain all over again. And the ordeal with Tamala might have left him extra wary of disclosing his feelings as well, which would all bring us to his aloof and seemingly cold demeanour in game.

#palia #palia game #palia open beta #sharky's random thoughts #everyone non-Hassian is like ''omg he is SO RUDE 😤''#and I've been here going from ''huh so you're the tsundere type. Gotchu. 👍'' to ''OMFG YOU POOR BROKEN THING😭😭''#SIDE NOTE: I keep desperately editing this post #but for some godforsaken reason the ''keep reading'' break doesn't work in Tumblr tags???#but the post HAS THE BREAK if I view it from my own blog?????#TUMBLR WHY DHAJKSDHJKASDHK

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political marriage Jercy AU?

Your opinion and thoughts.

My thoughts and opinions on this scream in excitable glee.

Political marriage Jercy is kinda my kryptonite. Why? I love the ability’s to build a relationship as time marches on and these two have already had a rocky base relationship before they grew close in canon.

Percy and Jason being wed would be one of the most impactful happenings to, well, happen. These two are depicted as some of the most, if not the most, powerful people in their world. Their sets of skills individually are enough to bring their cities and more to collapse, and together, they could bring down nations if they put their mind together. For a society, be it a royalty au (kinda like the fancy prince outfits fit with castles and maids and such) or a marriage between two of the most power demigods outside of the more modern stance the canon is set it, this marriage would be tide turning.

For their societies, this would ensure in almost definite ways that there would always be prosperity and success amongst their people and personal parties. It would lessen, if not entirely deplete the consistently nagging and lurking dangers between both families due to their mutual unease toward another. Percy has an incredibly rocky relationship with gods, but Zeus is the golden goose of shitty people that he’s upset time and time again and will/would continue to piss off time and time again. Zeus has consistently set boulders in his path and threatened danger upon his life and Percy has actively and successfully avoided death from this almighty power and will continue to do so. He has the right to have animosity toward Zeus, he doesn’t even need to factor in the fact his father also has animosity toward Zeus because the shit that man has put him personally through is enough for himself. And, Percy has never really been the type to base his feelings upon the ideas of others without navigating his way through his own experience with them on his own time.

His upset with this marriage would be enough to put the sea at unrest. Marrying into the family of one of his life’s larges villains is a knock to his honor and pride and beliefs. He would never stoop to the level of that cretin and though he’s aware Zeus’s daughter, while difficult on her nest of days, he knows her hard headed nature is well intentioned. But the sone of Jupiter however is an entirely different story. He’s an unknown variable of extreme power, something stoic and mechanical that can rip through enemies in mere moments, similar to Percy in that way minus the glaringly different way they act.

And for Jason, he’s got his own reservations. Once again, the two are unknowns in each other’s lives, but Jason is good at analysis and he’s more likely to have information (at least in this sort of au in my mind) on Percy and who he is externally. While Jason has been molded into the perfect being, the perfect solider and the perfect son, Percy has made himself up from the ground, he flows like the very water he controls, his actions aren’t mechanical but fluid and unannounced until they strike you dead. He’s a fiercely frightening soldier because he’s unpredictable. Frightening because somehow, just like Jason, he is the perfect soldier, but he was just that way naturally and recklessly. He didn’t need to be pushed half to death everyday, he didn’t have to survive growing up the way he himself did. Percy is entirely perfect but in the most frightening of way. Perfectly imperfect, more so.

Jason also has anger directed toward the son of Poseidon because of his large net of support. He has few attachments, was never allowed the sort of weakness attachments allowed. But Percy? He’s able to craft them and he’s allowed to be weak for them. His loyalty and devotion to his people should make him weak and inadequate, but instead they make him stronger. It’s something Jason just can’t quite connect. His anger fills up the more he knows Percy too because this person has more than the ability rise quickly above his own power, he is easily able to swing Jason’s people to his side too, forming easy friendships. Percy has so much good to him that Jason can’t help but see him as bad. Percy has the freedom of life that he so badly wants and never got.

When the marriage is announced, Jason takes the news “easily”. Externally he’s as solid as usual, face of stone masking the rage he’s hiding. Percy on the other hand is loudly in disagreement, never one to settle for easy agreement. He does what he wants, not in a bratty way, he just knows rights from wrongs and does things his way, it’s been successful that way and his final judgement is solid most always. The proposal is in stone though, and he has nothing he can do but angrily take it.

Being a political marriage, between two of the most powerful families in existence at that, the event is more extravagant that any their kingdoms, or whatever the fuck you wanna call it, have seen. It’s a long process, planning and arrangements taking up the time of everything and everyone. While their people are up in spirits, the parties personally affected sit holding their breaths. The trust between the two so dismal that they can’t help but sit in wait for a pin to drop and pandemonium to break out, but alas, it never comes. Jason and Percy are successfully wed, their people rejoicing and the finality of peace between their nations, prosperity is on their horizon for ages to come.

The base relationship of the two is bleak. It’s ugly silence or harsh spat words. What their people see is a gentle facade, a quiet couple who interact politely, moving as some well oiled machine amongst their followers who have nothing but gratefulness in their eyes as they share their support and wish them happiness. Externally, they’re near perfect. Their social outlook is perfect, they make news amongst the population as a perfect couple who greatly fit into each other, filling in the missing pieces. Jason has softened to his people and Percy has become slightly more organized. Internally however, this act has they growing weary. Not only because they have done nothing to really foster any sort of relationship between each other but also because when they both slip up, the act continues, but naturally. They speak to each other with ease and acceptance before realizing they were supposed to be butting heads. The weariness only grows as this continues, the moments of exhaustion from their personal and shared work causing slip ups where they seemingly just coexist together just cause this unsteady wall to build up between them until they break in the privacy of a shared space.

They’re angry and loud about it. Spouting insults and poking at each other’s weaknesses. And it’s through this fight that they kind of realize they’re at each other’s throats for everything and nothing. Because they’re fighting a fight not worth fighting. Working themselves up over angers directed at things their fathers have done, or directing rage at an assumption based off impersonal knowledge. Percy’s anger stems from his distrust of Zeus, but he’d known that Thalia wasn’t her father, why hadn’t he extended that shaky trust to Jason. And Jason anger stemmed from long festering jealousy, Percy had loving friends, loving family, and a pedestal he would never fall from because people had no reason to believe he would fail them, because when Percy got back up it was a sign of strength and resilience. Jason had always been made to believe falling meant he had to climb two times higher just to garner that belief from the overbearing figures in his life.

Their scuffle ended in quiet unspoken apology. From then on, they move forward as that well oiled machine, but they no longer hold up the act. They become more natural around each other, settling into this new life role they fill. The kingdom notices this new delicate awkwardness between the princes, most figure its the beginning of a trust budding relationship, and it is, but it’s still too fragile for either to particularly notice. Still feeling as if they’re treading this very recently made line of trust, they can’t put too much thought and weight into it when they’re just barely getting to really know each other.

Stupidly, war does break out (just for fun, I love when two people who are so perfect for each other fight together or against each other, it’s romantic lol) but it is easily fought. The utter cleanliness and synchronicity between the two only act as another vice to hold them closer together. They tear through enemies, entangling their fighting in a dance so elegant it could bring a theater audience to tears. They celebrate victory with their kingdoms with entwined emotions. But these new feelings of closeness don’t cause conflict, not external or internal. It’s met only with rightness.

Despite being wed, they don’t meet these feelings between them like lovers. They’re not that and they’d never been that. They let it build, acts of service and care being traded between each other without explicitly being voiced as such because why would they need to? They do fit into those missing pieces the other had, well enough that they’re able to communicate without necessarily having to be verbal about it. They only speak on it when necessary, like when Jason stays in Percy’s quarters for the first time and vise versa. Or when they first share a kiss. When they first bed each other. They’re very tactile in nature with each other.

Do not get me started on what could happen in this au if we let the Jason dying plot point happen here too because I will lose my mind.

Away from a story building lens (it was probably incredibly hectic apologies), I love this concept. Because it gives you the ability to draw out this relationship of what wants to be a rivalry between to similar but opposite people and what they could actually become. In canon, they became close friends. But I feel as though the true strength of what their bond could’ve been, even in a platonic sense, wasn’t touched on due to the shortness of their rivalry and also kind of how childish it had been made to seem. These two have incredible difficult lives and have very tricky circumstances that allot them certain difficulties to overcome, especially between each other. They’re each other’s perfections and imperfections AND their missing pieces all at once. If Jason had gotten more life brought into his story, maybe if we’d gotten his memories back in full, they’d have been even more interesting than they already are.

Thank you thank you anon for your ask!

#jason grace #jercy #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #toa #percy pjo #jason hoo #arranged marriage #arranged marriage au #political marriage au #pawz replies #asks

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