oh my gosh! Thank you for accepting the Kanato request I sent in, I enjoyed reading it, and did feel a bit of sadistic joy seeing him suffer. (Honestly, if he were a real person I’d probably never be able to do anything cruel to him, he’s just so adorable!) i didn’t know Kanato and Azusa were your favorites too, of course, If I had to choose between Kanato or Azusa, I’d choose Azusa. (Azusa just such a cinnamon roll and he rarely gets upset, although his tendency to harm himself and others does make me nervous.)
Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for writing my request and I would like to inquire about any rules you have regarding requests.
-just another anon 🌟
I’m always late to asks aaaah but I DO have some rules!
I do
X reader (any gender, color , size cuz we all share here)
Head cannons
Fluff
Character x character (though I haven’t done that yet)
Angst
Smut
I don’t do
Minor x adult (age gaps are cool but please keep it legal)
Incest (this includes stepcest. I find it extremely uncomfortable, so I would rather not write it)
Non con (you know why)
Things that have to do with weird body fluid or solids (I hope I don’t have to say this but throw up and poop off the table….better safe then sorry)
And if you wanna buy me a kofi bc I'm oh so thirsty please click the link HERE☕️
I think that’s about it!
other then those things I’ll do mostly anything! Yes I’m very morally correct! (I’ve seen the horrors of internet that now I fear others *-*)
Anyways! The asks are always open. The problem is if I see it in time…. My bad srry (・・;)
cloud’s hands are fisted in the sheets like he’s trying to tether himself to reality.
he’s flat on his back—gorgeous even like this, flushed and helpless, golden bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, glossy lips parted around soft, desperate whimpers. you’re straddling his hips, dripping wet, riding him with that mean, devastating rhythm, slamming down on his cock over and over again while his brain short-circuits under you.
“f-fuck—s–slow down,” he gasps, voice high and cracking, his eyes wide and dazed. “you’re—too much—fuck, you’re so tight—”
you don’t slow down. you grin.
“can’t handle me, soldier?” you purr, dragging your nails down his chest. his abs flex under your touch, thighs twitching as you roll your hips down and grind, letting his cock drag along every inch of your walls. he whimpers again, biting his lip, chest heaving.
god, he’s so fucked. red in the face, pupils blown, every part of him tensed like he’s either gonna come or cry.
“you’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” you whisper, leaning down, kissing just under his ear. “just from me riding you. like a good little—”
he growls.
and then he snaps.
in one brutal, fluid motion, cloud sits up—arms locking around your waist, face buried in your throat—and slams his hips up into you, hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.
“ah—cloud—!”
“oh, now you’re whining?” he snarls, voice suddenly dark, thick with frustration and heat. “you wanna ride me like a fucking brat, huh? bounce up and down like you own it?”
he fucks up into you again—harder—deeper, and your whole body jolts. his grip on your waist is bruising now, holding you in place while he pistons his cock into you from below, the mattress shaking with every punishing thrust.
you’re not riding him anymore. he’s using you.
“feel that?” he hisses, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping from his temple. “that’s mine.”
you try to speak—try to moan, cry, something—but it’s all just broken gasps now. you’re drooling, eyes rolled back, clinging to his shoulders like you’ll fall apart if he stops.
“thought you were cocky,” he pants, slamming into you again, harder. “thought you could fuck me into the mattress? now look at you—fucking ruined.”
your orgasm hits like an explosion, pussy clenching around him so tight he grits his teeth and groans, fucking you through it with ragged, desperate thrusts, chasing his own release now. your body trembles in his arms, twitching, overstimulated, drooling and moaning as he fills you, hot cum spilling deep inside, his breath catching in your ear like a curse.
you go limp in his lap.
and cloud, flushed and panting, still pulsing inside you, just grins.
Synopsis: you become Douma’s most cherished human among the Eternal Paradise Faith. One particular night, he chose to reveal just how irreplaceable you were in his eyes
Warnings: unprotected p in v, creampie, praises, Douma being gentle and sweet, missionary, doggy, controlled orgasm, coitus interruptus
Pairing: Douma x fem!Reader
A/N: welcome to the fifth day of Villaintober! Every like & reblog is truly appreciated ♡
⇢ DEMON SLAYER MASTERLIST
Long-nailed fingers combed through your hair, each stroke slow and languid, as though the demon relished the sensation of every strand slipping like silk between his cold knuckles.
Your head rested on Douma’s crossed lap, pillowed against robes softer than any bedding you had laid upon in months. The world seemed narrowed to that single rhythm: stroke, pause, stroke - of a predator’s hand, yet the touch was unnervingly tender.
Comfort. Such a simple thing, and yet to you it had become nearly mythical. You had all but forgotten its existence. Ever since your family had cast you out - their faces twisted with venom, their voices spitting the word heretic when they learned of your devotion to the Eternal Paradise Faith - you had lived stripped of peace. Coziness belonged to another life and another girl, one who had been sealed away with the slam of the door that barred her forever.
“You sigh as though you’ve forgotten what it feels like to rest,” Douma mused above you, his voice a low, velvet rasp that twined through your ears like smoke curling upward.
“I know” you confessed before common sense could stop you. The words fell too fast and too raw. Your throat tightened, shame prickling heat along your skin.
His hand stilled, claws ghosting against your scalp, before resuming its patient stroking. “Thrown away, left to rot like spoiled fruit,” platinum-blonde man cooed, his tone sing-song, almost playful, though the words themselves pressed sharp into your chest. “And yet, look where you are.” His smile deepened, his nails ghosting down the curve of your skull until they reached the nape of your neck. His hand rested there with unsettling ease, the weight of his palm making your pulse stammer beneath it. “You stumbled into my arms. Oh, little lotus, don’t you see? Paradise has already found you. You don’t have to be worried ever again!”
He kneaded gently at your nape, thumb brushing over the base of your skull in soothing circles that sent shivers through your body. The danger in it - the knowledge that his fingers could snap your neck with less effort than breaking a twig - only sharpened the moment.
“You’re so tense,” Douma observed, feigning a pout, though amusement filled his tone. “All knotted up like a frightened little bird. How sad, how pitiful! Wouldn’t it be better to let me make it all melt away?” His tone lilted, teasing, as though he dangled a sweet just out of reach. “I’ve the most marvelous oils tucked away. Rich, fragrant ones. I could give you a massage, hmmm? Ease every little ache of that pretty body of yours. Doesn’t that sound delightful?”
Your face heated instantly, shame clamping down on your throat. “I- I don’t think that’s necessary,” you stammered, your voice uneasy, too feeble against the velvet trap of Douma’s suggestion.
“Ohhh, so shy!” Douma sang in a high-pitched voice, drawing out the syllables like a taunt and a compliment at once. His hand at your nape pressed just slightly. “But why deny yourself a piece of happiness? Why cling to suffering when I offer comfort? What am I saying that is so scandalous, to make your face flush so easily, little lotus? You’ve suffered, haven’t you? Doesn’t my little snowflake deserve comfort and pleasure?"
His thumb pressed deeper into the base of your neck, coaxing another shiver from your body. The pressure was perfect, almost painfully good, untying some hidden knot you hadn’t realized was there. Douma’s voice threaded through you like warm honey, sticky and irresistible. “Let me take care of you, just this once. Let me play with all those tired little muscles until you’re sighing like a lamb in springtime. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
You wanted to protest, to guard what little dignity remained, but the weight in your muscles, the ache of loneliness buried deep in your bones, and the deliberate insistence of Douma’s cold fingers kneading the nape of your neck all conspired against you. Against your better judgment, your resolve began to crumble, melting like frost beneath the first hesitant rays of spring. “I… I suppose there’s nothing wrong with a moment or two of happiness…” The words trembled on your lips.
Douma’s eyes sparkled with delight. A soft, amused hum rolled from his throat, vibrating against your skin. “Ahhh! That’s what I like to hear,” he purred, pressing the tip of his long finger gently atop your head.
The subtle tap made your body lift slightly from his lap.
“There,” he stated, voice velvety and light, “Up you go, little lotus. Come with me. I have somewhere special to show you! I’m sure you’re gonna love it, ha!”
You rose to your feet slowly, muscles still trembling from your previous position curled against his lap.
Douma extended his arm with deliberate grace, and, hesitating just for a heartbeat, you accepted it, your fingers brushing against the smooth, cool sleeve of his robe.
The two of you walked slowly across one of the wooden bridges that arched gracefully over the vast lotus pond. The water below was clear and still, dotted with floating blooms that tilted in the gentle breeze, their pale pinkish petals brushing the surface like whispers. The place exuded a rare tranquility - a sanctuary Douma allowed to no one, but you were the exception.
You were his favorite human. The one who made him feel… Well, he wasn’t entirely sure what he felt. He had never quite known what it meant to feel happy, not truly; emotions had always been a blurred, distant concept to him. And yet, with you near, his chest loosened, a strange warmth blooming inside - a sensation he didn’t yet have the words to name.
Soon, you reached the massive wooden shōji.
The last glance toward the chamber, the place that had been your resting haven just moments ago, seemed a world away as Douma carefully slid the massive door closed behind you, the echo of its lock sealing the sanctuary from the rest of his temple.
Douma’s hand tightened slightly around your arm as you walked through the dimly lit corridors of the Eternal Paradise Faith temple. He glanced down at you, a huge grin plastered across his face - so wide, so sharp, that it made your skin crawl.
You didn’t like it when he looked at you like that; in these rare moments, he reminded you of what he truly was: a predator, a real threat, a demon.
You remembered the night you caught him - robes discarded, the unmistakable evidence of human flesh in his hands. You assumed it had been a woman. Were you scared? Yes. Terrified, in a way that rattled your very bones.
Douma had known you saw him, witnessed the raw, primal hunger beneath the charming mask he often wore. Yet instead of killing you on the spot, he had spared your life. “Too adorable and sweet to be devoured, yet,” he had whispered.
Yet. That word hung between you like a knife, a promise and a warning intertwined: the reprieve was conditional, dependent on his whims, and you knew - oh, you knew - that the key word was his alone to wield.
You walked beside Douma slowly, each step echoing softly against the wooden flooring of the dim corridors. Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy, like the air before a storm.
As you rounded a corner, a large chamber opened up before you. The high ceilings echoed with the rhythmic scraping and clatter of brushes and brooms. A handful of Douma’s disciples were busy cleaning, kneeling to scrub the floors or dust the carved wooden beams. The moment their eyes landed on their lord, they snapped to attention, bowing deeply, murmuring respectful greetings.
And then their eyes fell on you.
The faintest frown crossed their faces, subtle yet unmistakable, as they processed your presence perched near their leader. You felt their judgment, even without words, the unspoken question of why their lord favoured you to accompany him so freely around the temple. Their hands tightened on their tools, postures rigid, yet they did not speak; fear and respect warred with disapproval.
Douma, however, seemed oblivious - or perhaps deliberately defiant. His grin widened, impossibly sharp, as he glanced down at you, his fingers brushing lightly against your nape in that familiar, insistent gesture. “Do not mind them, little lotus,” he whispered to you, his voice soft like the finest silk. “They will never understand the choices of my heart. What I desire, what I cherish - it is beyond their mortal comprehension.”
Turning to face the disciples, Douma’s tone shifted, warm and gracious, almost ceremonious. “The care with which you tend this temple, the precision of your work - it does not escape my attention!” The cult leader exclaimed, eyes scanning the room as though weighing each one’s efforts.
As you watched him, the smile he wore - the wide, practiced curve of his lips - never quite reached his rainbow-colored eyes. They glittered with their usual kaleidoscopic mischief, a flicker of predatory sharpness that reminded you he was never truly genuine.
You felt the gentle press of his hand along your arm again, guiding you past the chamber. “Keep your gaze on me, little lotus,” he told you.
As the corridor narrowed beyond the chamber, leaving the disciples’ whispers and bows behind, you walked with a careful blend of awe and comfort beside Douma.
A pair of grand shōji doors loomed ahead, painted with delicate winter scenery - bare trees, cranes in flight, the moon a pale coin suspended over still water. Douma halted there and turned to you, his eyes flashing like a kaleidoscope catching firelight. “My own little safe place. Not many have seen it, you know.” He slid the doors open with both hands, the movement smooth and reverent, and the scent of cold air and sandalwood poured forth.
Inside, the chamber was startlingly serene. Pale walls, unadorned save for a single painted scroll depicting a lotus blooming through frost. Candles burned in shallow bowls, their flames steady and gold. A lacquered stand bore a small crystal vase filled with white chrysanthemums. And at the center, impossibly ordinary among such aesthetic restraint, lay a futon.
The sight of it struck an odd chord: disbelief first, then quiet curiosity. The idea of him sleeping seemed absurd, almost comical. Douma was a demon after all, untouched by mortal fatigue.
He noticed your hesitation immediately; amusement bloomed across his features like a sunrise. “Surprised?”
A soft breath escaped before words formed. “I… didn’t expect you to have that.” You gestured faintly toward the futon, the pale sheets folded with perfect precision. “You don’t need to sleep, do you?”
“No, of course not.” He glided past you, robes whispering against the tatami, and sank gracefully to his knees beside the futon. “But isn’t it a charming idea? To lie down, pretend to dream, pretend to be human for a while.” His laughter was soft, a shimmering sound that lingered in the air. “I like to play make-believe sometimes.”
He leaned back on his hands, head tilting, eyes half-lidded in lazy delight. “Besides,” the blonde-haired demon added after a pause, “Humans open up so easily in places meant for rest. A futon, a pillow, a quiet corner, it makes even the most frightened little lambs forget that the wolf is sitting right beside them! Isn’t it funny?!”
The words should have chilled, yet his tone wrapped them in silk, turning menace into melody. The flicker of candlelight gilded his platinum hair, turning every strand to molten gold. His gaze lifted to you again, bright and tender. “Now then,” he murmured, patting the empty space beside him, “come sit with me, little lotus. The night’s far too lovely to spend standing so far away.”
With measured steps, you headed closer, caught somewhere between wariness and an inexorable pull. The futon’s edge whispered under your hand as you knelt.
Douma’s smile curved slowly as his gaze softened. One hand rose to your face, his knuckles brushing the curve of your cheek. His thumb moved in a slow arc along your jaw, and his voice followed in a silken murmur. “Such a sweet face,” he uttered, almost wistful. “Always so obedient. You’ve no idea how lovely you are.”
His fingers lingered a heartbeat longer before retreating, the chill of his touch lingering on your skin like a ghost. Then his tone changed, bright and light again, like a musician switching keys mid-song. “Now then, let’s get ready, shall we? It’s terribly hard to do a proper massage with all those layers in the way.”
You lingered in place, arms folding loosely across your chest, fingertips tracing slow circles over your forearms as your eyes drifted anywhere but toward him.
He made a vague gesture toward your sleeves, the motion airy, dismissive, as though the suggestion were harmless. “Nothing scandalous, little lotus,” he added with a half-laugh. ““Oh, don’t look at me like that. It’s just fabric, after all! You needn’t be shy. I’ve seen more naked women than I can possibly count.”
The words fluttered somewhere between reassurance and command, leaving no room for refusal.
Without waiting for your reply, he rose, his movements fluid as he crossed the room toward a low cabinet carved with lotus petals. The faint clink of glass followed as he retrieved a small bottle filled with an amber-gold liquid that caught the candlelight like trapped sunlight. He uncorked it, inhaling with a sigh of theatrical pleasure. “Mmm, camellia, and the faintest hint of citrus,” he mused aloud, eyes glimmering in a hundred shifting hues. “Perfect for weary your little shoulders!”
Douma poured some into a shallow, ornamented bowl - its rim etched with the symbols of the Eternal Paradise Faith - and held it carefully over a nearby candle flame. His hand moved with delicate precision, tilting the bowl this way and that, ensuring the oil warmed evenly. The fragrance began to bloom through the air, soft and intoxicating.
And though his tall body was turned slightly from you, those kaleidoscopic eyes remained locked on your reflection in the polished lacquer of the cabinet door. Watching. Measuring. The faintest curve of his lips suggested satisfaction at your hesitation, your stillness, your uncertainty.
No words passed between you for a long moment. Only the muted crackle of the candle’s wick and the faint sound of Douma’s humming, low, melodic and eerily sweet.
When he finally looked back at you fully, the smile had vanished. His expression was unreadable, all glitter stripped from his face. Only the weight of his gaze remained, heavy as a command.
After a small, nervous swallow, your tongue brushed over lips gone inexplicably dry as you got up to fulfill his wish. Fingers moved with hesitant care as they found the fabric of the obi sash at your waist, loosening it little by little until the kimono’s folds began to ease apart, sliding lower from your shoulders in a slow, uncertain motion.
Layers of fabric gradually loosened, first sliding from your shoulders, exposing the gentle curves of your collarbones, until your breasts spilled free, unrestrained by the garment that had held them moments before. You shifted slightly, turning your back to Douma as the kimono slipped down to pool at your feet, leaving your naked body fully exposed to his gaze. Heat rushed to your cheeks, burning hotter with every passing breath. Embarrassment crawled up your throat, leaving it tight and dry. You kept your gaze fixed on the floor, unwilling to meet the demon’s eyes, though you could feel them on you, sharp and hungry, studying every flicker of hesitation like a predator savoring the tremble of its prey.
He tipped the bowl slightly, testing the warmth of the oil with his fingertip. A single drop gleamed against his nail before vanishing into his skin. His rainbow eyes fixed on your body again, taking in the slightest curves. “Oh, don’t be so shy, you’re mesmerizing, Y/N!” He claimed, and his voice was soft again. “Now, let’s see if I can make you forget the world for a little while.”
He crooked a pale finger toward you, his voice lowering into a melodic whisper. “Come here, my lovely lotus. The floor’s cold, and you’ll catch a chill. Lay down, right there, on my futon.”
Your knees felt unsteady beneath you, a strange mixture of dread and reluctant curiosity anchoring your steps. For a moment you hesitated.
Douma tilted his head, his expression the picture of patient amusement. “Don’t make me ask twice, hmm?”
The teasing lilt in his tone burned straight through your soul, and you quickly lowered yourself onto the futon. The fabric was cool against your heated skin, every breath of air whispering against your exposed body. You folded your arms loosely over your chest, but even that gesture felt futile under the weight of his gaze.
He moved closer with unhurried grace, kneeling beside you. “Good,” he praised, reaching for the bowl again. “That’s better, isn’t it? Now, relax, let me see that pretty tension melt away. Turn on your tummy.”
The shame hit harder as you obeyed, your lashes fluttering shut. After laying there for a second, you felt something warm being poured onto your back.
The oil was trickling down your spine and over your hips, creating a sensual trail of warmth.
Douma set the bowl aside and began to knead the oil into your skin, his strong yet gentle hands working out the knots in your muscles. He traced the line of your spine, his fingers dipping into the small of your back, then moving lower to your firm, round ass. You let out a soft moan, your body truly relaxing under Douma's skilled touch.
Douma's hands moved lower, his thumbs spreading your soft lips, revealing your slit. He slipped his long, index finger between them, rubbing your entrance with slow, deliberate circles.
You drew in a sharp gasp, your hips lifting instinctively from the futon as though your body sought the demon’s touch before your mind could catch up.
Douma leaned in, his voice a sultry whisper as his warm breath fanned the column of your neck "Are you enjoying this, little one?”
Only a single word slipped past your lips: “Yes.”
“Good,” Douma purred, laughter curling at the edges of his voice. His hands left your pussy and roamed lazily over your oiled skin. “Ah, you really are exquisite, you know that?” Douma mused, voice honey-sweet and cruelly soft. “So soft, so warm, like you were made just to tempt me. Every inch of you begs to be adored.” He leaned closer, his breath ghosting against your ear, “How could anyone look at you and not want to worship?”
You swallowed hard, your pulse drumming in your ears as his words sank in, coating your mind in a dizzy haze of heat and disbelief. His touch was too much to bear, and you had to squeeze your thighs together to prevent yourself from moaning his name. Each slow, circular motion of his hands drew the air right out of your lungs. You tried to steady your breathing, but the warmth of the oil and his teasing voice made your resolve crumble. “Douma-dono…”
He chuckled lowly, the sound bubbling up from his throat like he was thoroughly entertained by your helplessness. “Oh, don’t say my name like that, my dear. You’ll make me think you actually need me.” His hands never stilled - they glided up the slope of your spine. His thumbs pressed into the small of your back again, drawing small circles before slipping lower, kneading the flesh of your thighs with languid precision. “You’re trembling again,” he pointed out, leaning over you, his rainbow eyes flickering with delight. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”
Your lips parted, but for a moment, no sound came out. No one had ever spoken to you like that before. No one had ever looked at you like that either. Your voice trembled when it finally broke free. “… No one’s ever said so many nice things about me before,” you admitted softly, your cheek pressed against the futon, eyes half-lidded.
Douma paused for a heartbeat. Then, his fingers trailed lightly down your shoulder, tracing invisible lines across your oiled skin. “Mhm… That’s because most people rush through life, my dear,” he claimed, his voice dipping into a silken murmur. “They don’t stop to see what’s right before them. They only glance, they don’t appreciate. But me? Oh, I have all the time in the world. I can take centuries if I wish, haha!” He leaned closer until you could feel the faint brush of his lips against your earlobe. “And when I find something truly mesmerizing, I don’t mind spending decades just worshipping it.” His hand slid down your back again. “That’s the advantage of being a demon, you see. Eternity gives you time to savor what others rush to forget.”
You heard the faint rustle of fabric behind you - silk whispering against skin, the quiet tug of a belt slipping loose, the soft sound of a haori sliding from his shoulders. It was unmistakable. Douma was undressing.
Your pulse stuttered in your throat. For a fleeting second, uncertainty flickered through you - what you were doing, what this all meant - but the thought melted away beneath the warmth coursing through your veins.
You didn’t dare look back, though every part of you wanted to. Your heart was still pounding, wild and insistent, but amid that chaos bloomed a single, undeniable truth: this was what you wanted. The tension, the forbidden closeness - it was all you could think about. You swallowed hard, your fingers curling against the sheets.
He crawled onto the futon, his body pinning yours to the mattress.
You could feel his hardness growing against your slit.
Suddenly, Douma grabbed a fistful of your hair, jerking your head back, just as the head of his dick slipped between your pussy lips, sliding easily into your soaking wet pussy.
He groaned and chuckled, his voice ragged. "Your pussy is so tight and wet, just I've imagined, haha! My beautiful lotus."
You moaned, your body writhing beneath him - it all happened so fast. One moment, he was giving you the best massage you’d ever experienced, and the very next, his dick was stretching your pussy.
He held your head stretched back so far that you started having difficulty breathing. Douma fucked you harder and faster, pounding you hard into the mattress from behind.
You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes - the pleasure was too much, too intense to bear.
"I could fuck you forever,” the blonde-haired demon grunted. He let one hand wander between your thighs, pressing and circling your clitoris with deliberate precision while his cock was splitting your pussy open. “Your pussy feels so so good on my cock!” Douma praised, spanking your ass. “Oi! Haven’t felt anything this good in ages, truly! It’s been far too long!”
Your body began to tremble, your orgasm building like a storm.
He felt your pussy tighten slightly, signaling to him that you were about to cum, and he suddenly pulled out of you, denying you that release. “Not yet,” Douma claimed while easily flipping you to your back.
Before you could even respond, the demon leaned in, claiming your lips in a sudden, consuming kiss. His tongue traced along yours, teasing and exploring with a careful dominance that stole your breath. One hand pressed firmly against your hip, kneading and holding you close, while the other curled tightly around your throat, tilting your head just so, anchoring you to him completely. The kiss deepened, pulling you into a dizzying mix of heat and tension, and every sense screamed with the intensity of his touch.
When he finally pulled back, all you could do was gasp, your wide, pleading eyes locked on his.
He slipped a finger into your pussy, and soon pushed his cock in, too, filling you up to the brim.
Your head lolled back to rest against his futon, and a soft, breathy moan slipped quietly from your lips.
His teeth dug into your neck, shoulders and arms as he fucked your pussy hard, just until you felt your pussy tighten around his cock.
Douma pulled out again, leaving you screaming and begging for release. He kept his rainbow eyes locked on your body as he slowly jerked his cock, spreading your juices all over the rock-hard shaft. Occasionally, he teased the slit on his tip with his thumb. “So beautiful,” he praised again before leaning forward to lick on one of your nipples.
Soon, he pushed his long dick in again, setting a brutal pace from the start.
“D-Douma!”
His hand reached up to softly stroke your cheek, praising you for how well you were taking his cock.
Your pussy was overstimulated, and with every thrust he delivered, your body was jerking upwards, so desperate for the release.
"You feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips. "Your pussy is so tight and so wet, just for me!" Douma sung, fucking you harder.
You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. "Harder," you begged, "Fuck me harder."
The demon obliged, and soon he was pushing so hard that his tip was bruising your cervix.
Your bodies slapped together, the sound of your fucking filling Douma’s chamber.
"Yes!" You cried out.
Douma chuckled loudly as he felt your pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick. You were oh so close to cumming.
Your bodies were slick with sweat as you both chased your releases.
Your tongue darted out, wetting your upper lip. “Douma-dono, I think I’m going to cum…”
With a roar, Douma buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied his balls inside your pussy. “Oh, my little lotus, you’re so so good to me! I wish to live in that sweet, tight pussy of yours, forever!”
You cried out, your pussy clenching around him as your own orgasm crashed over your being, your velvety walls milking every last drop of his thick, cold seed.
Douma chuckled softly, leaning down to press his lips to yours, his movements gentle and deliberate. "My little lotus, your warmth, your presence, I want you by my side forever."
You returned the kiss, your hands resting lightly on his back. "I’m not going anywhere," you whispered, holding him close. “I… I love you, Douma-dono.”
He brushed his fingers gently across your cheek. "My little lotus.”
Summery : A desperate artist one night begs the gods for inspiration for their painting who was to answer but a demon.
Warnings : none
A/N: This is less a romance, read it as romance if you wish but I see it as obsessed with an idol more then one-sided love.
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"Just a little while longer.." You say as you add brush strokes to your canvas, tired eyes glance from the unfinished painting to the demon in front of you who smiled sitting with his legs crossed on a chair holding a prop delicately in his hand. "Take your time Painter." He spoke before going back to posing. That demon, is your muse without a name.
In a dark past your desperate attempts to perfect your art skills had you praying to whatever God to give you the drive and inspiration to paint again and instead of the bright light God you were answered with a black shadow spreading across your messy art studio and in the corner of the room, red eyes stared back at your desperate ones. Now that demon has became the soul and body of your art, your muse and model. No name was given to him but two words escaped your lips as he reached his hand out to you for the contract. "My Muse." And for the rest of your short painter life you will call him that.
"We must wait for this layer to dry, good work today My Muse." You say standing at your easel Your demon looming over you fixing his jacket as he looked at the unfinished painting. "How flattered I am to have my portrait done by a famous painter." He says with a charming ring to his voice and you nod looking at your other works. They were all him, different angles, places and clothes all paintings made with care and detail not even a eyelash or strands of hair missed. "It was all thanks to the Muse who gave me my inspiration." You say cleaning your mess before looking at the canvas again, pausing over your brushes. "I'm sleeping at the studio for tonight I need to make adjustments." You say tilting your head and frowning. Your Muse sighs "Must you? Don't overwork yourself, remember the state you were in when we met?" He says putting his hand on your shoulders gives you a light massage. "Relax, it can wait." His alluring voice tempts you but you shrug it off. " I must work- paint until our contract is done I feel my time is limited- I must work." You seem frantic honestly you aren't in your right mind and Your Muse knew of it. Your condition was worse in the beginning you would sleep on your studio floor and skip meals trying to perfect his portrait you would get nose bleeds as you sketch in your book, blood dripping onto your paper and you just draw right over it. Your Muse has to pry you out of the studio so you don't kill yourself before he takes your soul.
Your Muse spun you around holding you as if you were to start ballad at a ball. "Master I suggest you spending time with me, remember the paint needs drying let us walk out to watch the sunset I'm sure you will find your inspiration there." He suggested and you look up at him your dozed off eyes finally look at him not whatever your manic mind is trying to focus on. "You're... Yes you're right let us go." You say gently breaking away from his grasp. "Great, I'm sure fresh air will do you some good." He says grabbing your coat and walking to the door, his demon hearing notices you trying to quiet yourself as you russel through paper. "Leave the sketchbook." He demanded, his red eyes glaring at you giving you a rather mean side eye. Reluctantly you stumble away from your book kicking your feet. "So cruel of you, telling a painter not to paint. You wound me .." You pout as he helps you put on your coat. "I'm telling a painter that they must rest before their hands fall off." He jokes and you smile nodding in silent understanding.
It was beautiful outside, it's about autumn close to winter. The breeze was fresh and bearable with the leaves crushed below your shoes as you take a stroll through the sorta country side you live in. The sky is a bright orange and purple gradient and for a while you saw the outside not just as a background for a painting but as just the outdoors. "Beautiful." You whisper and the demon next to you smirked. "As I told you, you need to stop locking yourself in that room I'm sure the paint is getting to your head." He jokes looking down at you and you look back stopping in your tracks staring at him rather intensely. Eyes darting around at his features and before you knew it a gloved hand covers your face. "I know what you're doing Master stop thinking about painting." He sounded annoyed and you lay your weight in his hand for support letting out a laugh. "But the sun hitting your face was just perfect enough to show the glint of red in your eyes. I can't help it." You say, he could feel another rant coming along.
He swears he has figured every expression out on your face your blank stares and focused artist eyes even when you paint you make faces. Others might not see it but he pretty much knows you like the back of his hand. "Yes, yes painting is a nice hobby and passion but you must not drown yourself in it until your fainting from days and nights of work." He scolded his hand taking the weight of your head and swaying you around before letting go making you stumble into balance.
You pout and look back at him then to the ground in silence. "..Just a little more paintings? Five? Maybe three? How about two more? Till you take my soul?" You mumble your body shaking with fear. The demon laughs a laugh that makes you feel like a joke, he finally stops with a sigh putting an arm around your shaking frame. "I'm not a patient demon, Painter. But I'll make an exception as my ego is much more greedy than I thought. You may have your last painting, finish the one of today and make it the most gorgeous representation of me as your muse. Show the future artist the loyal and desperate faceless painter and their detailed beloved Muse." He says squeezing your shoulders giving you little reassurance as you breakdown into tears as the devil ironically rests on your shoulder a sharp grin spread across his face.
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"What a lovely painting." A human said looking at the piece in front of her. A worker of the museum hummed. "Ah yes, you have a good eye this was around The Romantic Era fitting age for these paintings." He says looking around the room. "The artist is unknown we barely know where they resided or when they passed, this gallery is a mystery but we do know one thing- this painter sure did love their muse." He explained showing the person around and well of course the whole room was filled to the brim with paintings of the same man over and over again. They even had a leather sketchbook with sketches of that man.
But one stood out from the rest. In a small dark lit room just big enough to fit one painting was again another portrait but unlike the others, colorful and lively oozing with adoration and tender affection, this one the Muse sat on a black thrown carved sharp and detailed. You would say black was the primary color in the painting the accent colors where red, white and the color of the man's skin more pale and dead then the other paintings. It was harsh, depicting wolves bearing their teeth ravens flying in distress, in the corners feathers scattered around them and an octopus wrapped itself around the chairs leg and back and the Muse he was smiling at anyone who stands before him but this smile wasn't the gentle or cheery one it was mocking the angle was downward like he was looking down on you like you where nothing but a melee peasant another detail was his ungloved hand black nails with a what seems to be a tattoo. On the back of his hand. An old man joked with the other visitors. "I guess they broke up." And most laughed while some couples seemed awkward in the room.
"See? I told you doesn't he look like you?" My master said pointing at the painting and I tilted my head in amusement. "Hmm I suppose so." My~ what was that painters name again? Well it doesn't seem to matter. My master read the writing detailing the painting. "Huh.. This was the last painting ever made by this guy. Was this... actually you? it has your sigil and everything.." Master whispered. "Well I was quite popular back in the day I think one of my former contractors was a painter now that I think of it.." My master thinks before asking. "Do you not feel hurt at all by how they drew you? I mean look at it you look like a villain or a—" "demon." I spoke I couldn't help but grin I can feel my masters fear it was delicious. I look back up at the painting. "It was their last painting because it was their last wish. I told them to paint me, as what I symbolize and what they fear of me. This painting isn't putting me in a negative light it was showing what I truly am, it is simply a perfect definition of “depiction” a normal unfiltered portrait." There was silence. "Is that all you needed to know master?" I say smiling more calmly and my contractor gulped "uh..no um wow ok." I turn my head. "Let's visit the other exhibits shall we?" I say walking away the human following right behind me. "Ah yes photography I would say I love these more than boring old paintings."
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A/N: nothing to say but I've been getting into black butler again I would say I have a love hate relationship with Sebastian yes he is ver pretty and I love his voice and personality but something about him urks me. Anyways
Sukuna- muzzle/leash/cock ring/power bottom reader?(Like they are getting fucked but is Dom)
God, you could barely breathe as Sukuna pounded into you, his member absolutely ravishing your stomach. You tugged at the leather leash around his neck, making him let out a low throaty grumble that stutters as he presses his head on your back. The metal of the muzzle touching your hot sweaty skin. His hands are gripped at the mattress below your bodies almost ripping at the sheets. Slick with sweat his tattooed arms flex and relaxed as you move your hips to fuck on him , his eyes hazy with lust he was absolutely lost with the a delusional my aching sensation.
You never thought he would enjoy this so much, especially when you told him you wanted to control but here he is absolutely drooling and shaking, though he didn't make much sound only a few grunts that was until he felt the cock ring he had on hug his erection painfully good that's when he let a few of those delicious low moans out. "That's it- so patient for me," you coo as you got up from your stomach to kiss his covered cheek, tugging the leash up and to the side to expose his flush tan neck for you to bite down on and to claim. His hand grips at your hips nails digging into your skin adding to the already overwhelming sensations. Slamming his dick into your walls you moan out a grin on your face know how much he loves it when you're loud. You continued to kiss up to his ear and whispered, "Want me to take the ring off?" You nuzzled his head, and he hummed afraid one word would stumble out pathetically. "Mmm-Mmhmm".
You tease moving your hips down. "Yeah? Want to cum so hard right?" You lick at his ear, his pace quickens as his stuttering grunts getting louder as his eyes squeeze shut. With a quick move, you slipped him out of you . You see his erection was red and twitching, sliding the ring out you gasp as hot cum spurts out his cock as it bobbed with every string that flowed out, a broken hum escaping Sukuna's throat.
Toji- handcuffs/blindfold/oil/chest play/toys
At first Toji didn't feel good about the blindfolds and handcuffs, when you said it wasn't for you but for him. "I mean I'm ok with it but I don't know if being the one tied down is for me." He says as he get handcuffed to the bed and you hummed giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Come on at least try it — here." You say covering his eyes with the blindfold leaving him in darkness. "Just listen to my voice ok?" You whisper in his ear, he nodded and chuckles. "Yes master." His jokes stopped when he felt a liquid being poured on his chest it was cold but soon hot when he felt your hand smearing it all over him. Your warm hands spread from his arm, chest then abs. Hands slow and greedy.
This vulnerable state made him dizzy he didn't know what you'll do next, what to expect a soft caress over here? A firm grove over there? Every touch he let's put a soft gasp as chills run up his spine. "Is this a perverted massage?" He breathes out as your hands tease his chest and nipples. In complete darkness he can hear your smile. "maybe" you say before latching your lips against his erect, brown nipple making him clutch on the handcuffs. You hummed as you sucked and kissed all over his chest and down to his abs.
You could feel his muscles contract, flinch and twitch again your lips it was oddly satisfying. "That's it baby focus on my touch." You speak and Toji was certainly doing just as you say. Well, it's the only thing he can do. Before he knew it his hard cock was out of his pants and displayed to you somehow he felt extra sensitive almost terrifying. "Poor Toji so hard with no treatment." You hum rubbing his tip with your oiled palm his oozing pre mixing with the oil.
The older man bucked his hips turning his head to the side in embarrassment blindfolded, naked, cuffed so much, so new and so vulnerable. He suddenly whipped his head back when he heard a buzzing sound. "what- what was that?" He asked nervously before arching his back off the mattress as the buzzing object rubs at his base. "Fu-fuck!" He hissed as it raises up to rub at his tip then again, going back down.
Before he knew it the buzzing increased two? Three? one taped to each of his swollen nipples and another rubbing on his hard, overstimulated cock, It's so much for his first experience. completely destroyed when you shoved 3 in his ass. His legs couldn't stop shaking no matter how much he clenched and his dick was twitching like crazy ready to explode, his tongue slipping out his mouth as he cums for what seems like the 10th time a pitiful confused moan escaping his lips- "nngh!?" Toes curl into the sheets, his body arching up off the bed as the cum spurted out of him. And all you did was pepper him with kisses. "that's it, one more ok?" With a dizzy nod and sly smirk Toji replied "s-sure.."
Choso- soft dom/bj (Choso receiving/public restroom/embarrassment/ lingerie (on choso)/ he eats his own cum
"Ssh you're doing so good." You whisper into Choso's blushing ear. "Hic...ss.. sorry..hic" he tried to control his sobbing it was just so embarrassing enough to make his neck and ears burn. But honestly, that shame? Felt Kinda....good. "Aw poor baby, don't cry." You say kissing his tears away as you stroke his cock. You look down at the black lace lingerie that Choso lewdly wore, nipples exposed for only you to see. Just a couple of strings that were supposed to be a bra clung to his body, while lowering your gaze you see he wore the cute matching see-through panties that had a slit in the middle exposed his shameful erection.
Another loud sob escaped Choso's lips and he quickly covered his mouth making you smirk as you whispered. "Not so loud don't want those people outside the stall to know you're doing something so dirty." You tease as you hear other people chat from outside of the stall. Choso shook, holding onto the metal of the toilet almost falling on the floor if you didn't pin him to the wall. "You look so cute Choso, it's so erotic these sounds you make, so excited to be in public." You say and he presses his head to your shoulder.
His hips twitch as you stroke his cock, his eyes grow wide as more people enter the restroom his dick twitching in your hand and you laugh. "wanna show these people you're having a good time?" You said before you squatted down taking him in your mouth making him moan a little too loudly. "ngghh-eait!wait! Hic! hannggh." His head slammed back on the wall with a loud bang. His hand desperately grabbed at the bathroom bar. You couldn't help it! You wanted to make him louder, I mean look at that desperate tear filled face. Your hands snaked from his lace thigh highs to his ass giving it a good squeeze as you suck him off. Humming pleased with the way his free hand traced the string of a bra, teasing himself as he gropes and pinches his pink nipples.
He bit his lip staring at you, his hips rocking faster as he felt his climax rushing in. It felt so close, his tear stained face looked so cute covered in sweat and blush. His furrowed brows and puffy eyes stared down in hunger and need only for you. "L-like that!" He whispered as he reached his peak cum spurting in your mouth. You giggle getting up, grabbing his face roughly enough for him to get dizzy as you kiss him deeply let him taste himself and all he could do was breathe heavily, pushing into you and in pants you pull away. "This time Tuesday got it?" You say and Choso nods "y-yes" he says his cum in the corner of his mouth.
Summery : A desperate artist one night begs the gods for inspiration for their painting who was to answer but a demon.
Warnings : none
A/N: This is less a romance, read it as romance if you wish but I see it as obsessed with an idol more then one-sided love.
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"Just a little while longer.." You say as you add brush strokes to your canvas, tired eyes glance from the unfinished painting to the demon in front of you who smiled sitting with his legs crossed on a chair holding a prop delicately in his hand. "Take your time Painter." He spoke before going back to posing. That demon, is your muse without a name.
In a dark past your desperate attempts to perfect your art skills had you praying to whatever God to give you the drive and inspiration to paint again and instead of the bright light God you were answered with a black shadow spreading across your messy art studio and in the corner of the room, red eyes stared back at your desperate ones. Now that demon has became the soul and body of your art, your muse and model. No name was given to him but two words escaped your lips as he reached his hand out to you for the contract. "My Muse." And for the rest of your short painter life you will call him that.
"We must wait for this layer to dry, good work today My Muse." You say standing at your easel Your demon looming over you fixing his jacket as he looked at the unfinished painting. "How flattered I am to have my portrait done by a famous painter." He says with a charming ring to his voice and you nod looking at your other works. They were all him, different angles, places and clothes all paintings made with care and detail not even a eyelash or strands of hair missed. "It was all thanks to the Muse who gave me my inspiration." You say cleaning your mess before looking at the canvas again, pausing over your brushes. "I'm sleeping at the studio for tonight I need to make adjustments." You say tilting your head and frowning. Your Muse sighs "Must you? Don't overwork yourself, remember the state you were in when we met?" He says putting his hand on your shoulders gives you a light massage. "Relax, it can wait." His alluring voice tempts you but you shrug it off. " I must work- paint until our contract is done I feel my time is limited- I must work." You seem frantic honestly you aren't in your right mind and Your Muse knew of it. Your condition was worse in the beginning you would sleep on your studio floor and skip meals trying to perfect his portrait you would get nose bleeds as you sketch in your book, blood dripping onto your paper and you just draw right over it. Your Muse has to pry you out of the studio so you don't kill yourself before he takes your soul.
Your Muse spun you around holding you as if you were to start ballad at a ball. "Master I suggest you spending time with me, remember the paint needs drying let us walk out to watch the sunset I'm sure you will find your inspiration there." He suggested and you look up at him your dozed off eyes finally look at him not whatever your manic mind is trying to focus on. "You're... Yes you're right let us go." You say gently breaking away from his grasp. "Great, I'm sure fresh air will do you some good." He says grabbing your coat and walking to the door, his demon hearing notices you trying to quiet yourself as you russel through paper. "Leave the sketchbook." He demanded, his red eyes glaring at you giving you a rather mean side eye. Reluctantly you stumble away from your book kicking your feet. "So cruel of you, telling a painter not to paint. You wound me .." You pout as he helps you put on your coat. "I'm telling a painter that they must rest before their hands fall off." He jokes and you smile nodding in silent understanding.
It was beautiful outside, it's about autumn close to winter. The breeze was fresh and bearable with the leaves crushed below your shoes as you take a stroll through the sorta country side you live in. The sky is a bright orange and purple gradient and for a while you saw the outside not just as a background for a painting but as just the outdoors. "Beautiful." You whisper and the demon next to you smirked. "As I told you, you need to stop locking yourself in that room I'm sure the paint is getting to your head." He jokes looking down at you and you look back stopping in your tracks staring at him rather intensely. Eyes darting around at his features and before you knew it a gloved hand covers your face. "I know what you're doing Master stop thinking about painting." He sounded annoyed and you lay your weight in his hand for support letting out a laugh. "But the sun hitting your face was just perfect enough to show the glint of red in your eyes. I can't help it." You say, he could feel another rant coming along.
He swears he has figured every expression out on your face your blank stares and focused artist eyes even when you paint you make faces. Others might not see it but he pretty much knows you like the back of his hand. "Yes, yes painting is a nice hobby and passion but you must not drown yourself in it until your fainting from days and nights of work." He scolded his hand taking the weight of your head and swaying you around before letting go making you stumble into balance.
You pout and look back at him then to the ground in silence. "..Just a little more paintings? Five? Maybe three? How about two more? Till you take my soul?" You mumble your body shaking with fear. The demon laughs a laugh that makes you feel like a joke, he finally stops with a sigh putting an arm around your shaking frame. "I'm not a patient demon, Painter. But I'll make an exception as my ego is much more greedy than I thought. You may have your last painting, finish the one of today and make it the most gorgeous representation of me as your muse. Show the future artist the loyal and desperate faceless painter and their detailed beloved Muse." He says squeezing your shoulders giving you little reassurance as you breakdown into tears as the devil ironically rests on your shoulder a sharp grin spread across his face.
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"What a lovely painting." A human said looking at the piece in front of her. A worker of the museum hummed. "Ah yes, you have a good eye this was around The Romantic Era fitting age for these paintings." He says looking around the room. "The artist is unknown we barely know where they resided or when they passed, this gallery is a mystery but we do know one thing- this painter sure did love their muse." He explained showing the person around and well of course the whole room was filled to the brim with paintings of the same man over and over again. They even had a leather sketchbook with sketches of that man.
But one stood out from the rest. In a small dark lit room just big enough to fit one painting was again another portrait but unlike the others, colorful and lively oozing with adoration and tender affection, this one the Muse sat on a black thrown carved sharp and detailed. You would say black was the primary color in the painting the accent colors where red, white and the color of the man's skin more pale and dead then the other paintings. It was harsh, depicting wolves bearing their teeth ravens flying in distress, in the corners feathers scattered around them and an octopus wrapped itself around the chairs leg and back and the Muse he was smiling at anyone who stands before him but this smile wasn't the gentle or cheery one it was mocking the angle was downward like he was looking down on you like you where nothing but a melee peasant another detail was his ungloved hand black nails with a what seems to be a tattoo. On the back of his hand. An old man joked with the other visitors. "I guess they broke up." And most laughed while some couples seemed awkward in the room.
"See? I told you doesn't he look like you?" My master said pointing at the painting and I tilted my head in amusement. "Hmm I suppose so." My~ what was that painters name again? Well it doesn't seem to matter. My master read the writing detailing the painting. "Huh.. This was the last painting ever made by this guy. Was this... actually you? it has your sigil and everything.." Master whispered. "Well I was quite popular back in the day I think one of my former contractors was a painter now that I think of it.." My master thinks before asking. "Do you not feel hurt at all by how they drew you? I mean look at it you look like a villain or a—" "demon." I spoke I couldn't help but grin I can feel my masters fear it was delicious. I look back up at the painting. "It was their last painting because it was their last wish. I told them to paint me, as what I symbolize and what they fear of me. This painting isn't putting me in a negative light it was showing what I truly am, it is simply a perfect definition of “depiction” a normal unfiltered portrait." There was silence. "Is that all you needed to know master?" I say smiling more calmly and my contractor gulped "uh..no um wow ok." I turn my head. "Let's visit the other exhibits shall we?" I say walking away the human following right behind me. "Ah yes photography I would say I love these more than boring old paintings."
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A/N: nothing to say but I've been getting into black butler again I would say I have a love hate relationship with Sebastian yes he is ver pretty and I love his voice and personality but something about him urks me. Anyways
but it would be lovely if you did read and answer my questions!
Warning ⚠️ explicit rant about nipples
Idk what fics y'all reading I'm trying to read up on smut n study bdsm (yeah literally) for sub jjk what I see everywhere is "pink nipples" and "red tip" or any other body part sorry for the explicit descriptions. But this has to be said in brown nips... Not erotic ? Im a pervert yes but brown is so erotic for me especially if the areola around them is big? Like let's say a man that is tan he takes his shirt of and you see big tits and brown nips that's EROTIC but I don't know if others see it like I do because I showed my friend a dude with brown nips (as you do) and she went "WHY IS HIS NIPS SO DARK" .... I...I'm putting this in the fic for me I'm sorry but I like chocolate ships instead of strawberry cream :(
Warning: none but = not a smut though I'll make a part 2 in the future! - on the long side? - I haven't wrote in a long time so I'm rusty- UNEDITED
You looked in the mirror for what seems like the 100th time trying to fix what you think needs touch ups, honestly you never thought you would be this excited and nervous to go to a club let alone be hoping that maybe you can get closer to a certain classmate. You weren't close to Armin yeah you had a couple study sessions and classes together but you never talked to him out of college, it was strictly a college campus relationship.... -Until his friends came along, a pretty goth girl by the name of Mikasa and a boy named Eren.
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"Hey Armin!" The brunette Stranger said putting a arm around your study partner. "Eren." Armin said, not looking up from your work sheet, he was just explaining a problem to you before his friends showed up.
A girl leaned over your shoulder making you move a little closer to Armin arm lightly pressed against yours not that he noticed but you certainly did. She was extremely pretty and her voice was soft. "Wow that looks like some hard stuff." She said looking at your paper. You smile awkwardly. "Yeah, I was just asking Armin to help me.." The girl looked at you and she smiled. " Oh! Sorry um you must be Armins study partner right?" She asked and you nodded. 'How did she figure it out so quickly?'- "Yep! Though he is more of a tutor then a study partner hehe." You joke and she giggles. The brown haired boy butted in pulling his hand out. "I'm Eren nice to meet you!" He said with a teethy grin you reaching your hand out to shake his returning the greeting. "We were in the middle of something you know.." Armin muttered.
"huh?" You reply not really hearing what he said. "Here you go again- with your mumbling!" Mikasa said, "Don't tell me you do this to your poor study buddy too?" She says furrowing her brows. "Um no he doesn't really do that! No worries!" You defend him and well you aren't lying he's pretty chill when you're together, he's smart and dorky- God he has such a handsome smile he'll tease you when you don't know the answers and praise you when you did and when he talks about his interests his face lights up- "You know what? we were gonna go clubbing this weekend wanna come?" Mikasa asked snapping you back into reality.
A club? With them? With ARMIN— "uhhh I don't know, I mean what if slow you guys down?" you shrink in your seat fidgeting with your hands. "You won't." Armin replied you raced your head to him. he was closer then you thought you could see his blonde eyelashes and deep dark blue eyes they look sleepy as they stared into yours. "Yeah! It would be fun of course- you don't have to come if you don't want too." Eren said breaking your eye contact with Armin. "Then I guess I'll go... I don't have anything going on this weekend anyways" you smile at them all.
So now you're here fixing your outfit pacing your room and internally screaming when you got a message- it was Mikasa you guys exchanged Instagrams when you planned your outing, it read:
Mikasa : we are here! Waiting for you!! ☺️
You jump in excitement opening your window from your dorm to see Mikasa waving at you standing outside the building while Eren was in the passenger seat and Armin in the back. He looked up from his phone and smiled giving you a light wave before retreating to his video game. You basically ran down the stairs thinking the elevator would take to long and you skipped to the car where Mikasa held your hand. "I'm so glad you could come! Get in! Armins been waiting for you." She says and you look at Armin who tucked his hair behind his ear glancing your way before going back to his phone.
Putting on your seatbelt you nervous greet everyone Eren greeting back while Armin nodded his head still typing on his phone. Armin was dressed as usual black long sleeve and a cute green tee with a silly face on it. He didn't seem to get as dolled up as you did it made you embarrassed but that doesn't mean you won't cherish this night out! You still have time to hopefully make a move!
You entered the club and were met with booming music, flashing lights, the smell of alcohol and different perfumes. Mikasa was basically your baby sitter, till she walked off disappearing into the crowd and you pretty much lost Eren. You were bumping into random people awkwardly apologizing but soon you were bobbing your head to the music and dancing when you felt like it.
You bumped into another person and as you turn to apologize, you see Armin holding a alcoholic drink taking a small sip leaving his lips glossy. "Thirsty?" He says tipping you the can and now that you think of it, it is hot and your throat is kinda dry from singing at the top of your lungs. "Yeah thanks." You say trying to take the can but he pulls it away only to press it to your lips, you furrow your brows about to ask questions but was stopped.
"Drink up." He says tipping the drink against your mouth. 'Well...that sounded weir — but maybe it's just in your head? No way maybe this is friendly and your overthinking?-' confused but thirsty you gulp down the liquid the drink went smooth down your throat and when he pulled it away you felt the warmth of the alcohol spread to your ears and face.
"Than-...thanks.." you clear your throat not notice the little bit of drip that escaped your mouth which Armin wiped off with his sleeve you just noticed with the purple light, his face was flushed and his movements were carefully swaying rhythmically. You looked into his eyes as he whipped your face the club felt muffled as he looked at you the gleam on his glasses made you nervous what expression is he making? "Got some here.." He says looking back down at your chin. "Oh ok" You say awkwardly and a little embarrassed.
You took your phone out in a desperate attempt to stop this intense vibe you were getting. "Wait let's take a picture! I took some with Mikasa and Eren but not you ! " You said excitedly trying to deescalate the sensual feeling you are getting. Armin smiled at you it was a smile you've only seen when you both were alone one with no words just a warm feeling your heart and butterflies in your stomach. You accidentally turned on the flash and you scrambled to turn it off. "Wait-wait one moment." You say and before you knew it Armin's lips where on yours. Your eyes went wide as he kissed you it was tender and warm he stopped and looked at you licking his lips. "Do...do you want this too?" He whispered to you and you gulped the once loud music felt. Your phone still in your hands clenched to your chest. Your heart was thumping, your face was hot and damn so was he- you put your phone away and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. "I want it so bad.." You whisper back to him.
A/N
sorry I haven't posted in a while! I'm trying to go to college and my mental health is decreasing so I haven't had any time to write! But I have some fics I'll write so here is a list of fics I'm writing !
So I saw the ghost reader headcannons, and I was wondering if you could do like a small fic, one with Shu and one with Reiji (not long, and both in the same ask) where the ghost reader is aimlessly wandering and they need something from her (idk what, you pick) and then they get irritated bcs she keeps slipping right past them infront of their faces.
And they know they can't hurt her..because, well she's a ghost. So a fic kind of in the form of headcannons for Shu and reiji. (Sorry if this is confusing.)
the way I rubbed my hands together n grinned my creative juices are flowing >:]
Got ur order n lemme cook >3<
Warnings: NONE... but! (I probably miss characterized Reji cuz....I didn't pay attention to him much in the anime....cough cough yes I'm going off by the anime so idk how accurate it is to game... ANYWAYS-)
Context: Ghost reader is like the obnoxious screaming,banging, stomping Ghost bc living eternally with annoy vampire dudes will make anyone evil.
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Shu
He could care less about the spirit that roams the halls on a nightly basis, but when she gets a little too loud or god forbid she starts banging on the walls, he feels he is losing his MIND.
First, he would mumble his demands like telling the ghost to quit screeching/banging walls
soon, his mumble starts to yelling, and then he starts throwing things.
Shu knows he can’t hurt her, but he noticed she doesn’t like being passed through or grazed.
A petty pattern started when he found out… He started swatting at her like how you fan smoke away.
When the ghost girl starts basically hissing n glaring at him, he prepares a little trinket-
A spray bottle with holy water in it…he honestly didn’t know if it worked but the sight of that ghost girl stop her loud antics just to hiss or flinch at the spray before turning into smoke gave him really good sleep.
But Spirit girl has her petty come backs…. She always does...
Bang..Bang.. BANG BANG BANG “SHUT UP” Shu said, laying down on the couch, the banging ringing in his ear BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG “Don’t make me get the spray” he said monotonely ….the banging stopped. The vampire can finally listen to his music in peace until! A high-pitched ringing started blasting through his headphones into his ear, sending him to sit up to tug at his earbuds. “You!” He said, trying to look around to see if the ghost is close by only to hear echoed laughter.
So the lesson is… don’t mess with ghosts... they can mess with Electronics
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Reiji
Honestly, he HATES the spirit hates he can't do anything to mess or hurt her when she doesn't obey him or just blatantly ignore him.
Every time he tries to grab her (probably in some sort of rage), she does the cat thing like bending her body to avoid any contact, sometimes really abnormally.
Every time the ghost gets a little too loud with the banging on the walls Reji will bang back in anger like a pissed off neighbor.
He would also mock her when she is whispering about being in limbo. "Oh no, she was stuck here in this house for 100 years. Oh, what will she do." He said, rolling his eyes to her little midnight mantras.
Tuning her out was just the best option because after mocking her, he came back to his office in SHAMBLES ink and paper on the floor and broken viles scattered around he was PISSED "IM GETTING A DAMN EXORCIST" he rambled banging his fist on the desk table.
Tap...tap....taptaptap.....TAPTAPTAP "What?" Reiji asked to the empty room. Tap...taptap.. the glasses wearing sakamaki roles his eyes, ever sense he made the threat the ghost seemed really quiet? At least towards Reiji, the usual banging turned to taps at windows screaming turned to whispers, and the stomping of feet turned into creaks, maybe the whole exorcism thing spooked an actual ghost... that made Reiji's already big ego MASSIVE.
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IT'S BEEN SO LONG HOLY DOOKIE haven't updated a lot n I think k you can see I'm REALLY rusty. Like, I haven't written at ALL, not even in my free time 😞 BUT I'm back. Hopefully, I'll push out more fics, but 4 now, imma be in n off!
Helloo! I'm the anon who asked for the ghost headcannons, I loved it! Thank you so so much♡
We love the ghost being a girls girl bcs yess and her just drifting past the sakamakis as if their nothing lmao
I was wondering if you could do headcannons of like each individual sakamaki when they find out that their significant other is from another world and is shifting to see be with and their a bit forgetful so they sometimes forget to shift
If that's okay!
OMG NO WORRIES I’m very forgetful but I do have a story for you! Anyways here is your long waited fic!
Warnings:none
Parings- nb reader x Sakamaki brothers (separately)
Shu
At first, he didn’t think much of you randomly showing up and then disappearing without a trace.
But soon, he would side eye the empty space you would sit at.
He didn’t miss you.. it’s just that your presence has become the norm, and with you gone, the world is a…little restless. He was restless.
But again, you will show up out of nowhere, and he would grumble a “you’re late.”
You would smile and apologize, snuggling close to him as he leaned you his headphones to listen to music. ah yes, this is much better. Again, he didn’t miss you…
he’s just used to you.
Reiji
He pressed the bringe of his nose as he looked at the clock it’s been a month, and yet you haven’t shown up.
To say he was pissed was an understatement he was ENRAGED. How dare you not take account of his time with you?
He tapped his foot waiting, thinking maybe today was the day he got to see you.
He flinched a bit as he felt you hug his side, giggling. “Im back!” You yelled, and he responded with a hard pat of your head and scolding.
“We made you a schedule just for you to ignore it?” He grumbled, and you apologized. “Sorry I guess shifting time is different from regular time.” You said, thinking out loud.
Ayato
What a whiny boy he is constantly sighing and grumbling.
Checking the time and marking the calendar.
He would wait at where you last appeared and whisper. “I guess not today.” When you didn’t show up.
Finally, when you did, he couldn't help himself from basically tackling you and bombarding you with questions with mixes of sulking.
“Where have you been? Didn’t I tell you to visit me daily?” He said, frowning, and you nuzzled him “I can’t EVERY day sometimes I forget.” you replied, and the vampire pouted “try then!”
Kanato
He was kinda scary when you forgot to visit him.
It was a mix of being clingy and delusionally jealous.
He would mumble to his teddy bear about missing you.
Then it turned into a spiral of missing you to wanting to kill you because their might be a chance that you have another favorite person in your world. How dare you.
So it won’t be a surprise when you visited he threatened your life.
“For the last time Im not two timing you please put the fork down.” You said, and Kanato’s eyes glare. “How am I to know you're not lying?” He question.
“I forget ok! I’m sorry! Look I’ll spend extra time with you today, ok? Promise!” You yelp, and the vampire pouts, looking at a cake next to him before stabbing it aggressively and shoving it in your face with a smile. “Ok! Eat this it’s very sweet! Teddies favorite!” He cheered
Out of all of them, why did you pick this one?
Laito
Like Ayato, he is also rather clingy moaning and groaning about you but not in a whiny way but a princess waiting for her prince way.
He would pay no mind to you being gone, but if it’s too long, he tends to miss you so.
And you’re finally here appearing to him at the side of his bed. “I must be dreaming! If it isn’t my dear love” he said, hugging at your waist, and you hum.
“Sorry I took so long - promise to come back next time!” You said, and Laito pouts and puts on his whiny voice. “Just stay forever! What’s more important than me?” He demanded, hugging you tighter “I can’t do that, you know why!”
He glances up to you before pulling you close to him “then will you at least spend the night?” You nodded and agreed.
Subaru
He is ANGRY very, very angry he gets extra snappy when you aren’t around
picking fights and breaking walls, he was like a hurricane passing the halls.
He would ruffle his hair in frustration when you don’t show up in your designated spot.
He reminds himself he can live without you, so if you think not showing up will make him like you you’re WRONG…
..But oh, when he sees you, he grows weak, but he can’t show you that part of him... Not till you sweet talk him.
“Aw Subaru, please don’t ignore me." You plead as you watch him turn his head to the side. “Where…have you been.” He grumbled.
“Im sorry life’s getting busy- look. I promise not to take too much time next time, ok?” You said, tilting his head to you, his eyes finally looking at you, a twitch of tenderness escape his hard gaze. “Fine…”
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Ngl I had to google what shifting was 😭 it’s basically like lucid dreaming I think? Which is like really cool. It’s kinda short n sweet idk how to make headcannons I kinda write like a book more than a list- tried to keep them mostly in character? Anyways I’m sick! Winter sucks but the cold is so nice.
(P.S I thought I posted this n was scavenging my account thing I might have deleted it accidentally or it got taken down for an odd reason turns out it was stuffed in my 99+ drafts some where forgotten and dusty bc I clicked save instead of post (this happens a lot to me I need to delete some stuff) no longer sick but still am forgetful u.u
Hello I'm not sure if ur requests are open but if they are could I request sakamaki headcannons with finding out that one of the past sacrifical brides still resides in the Manor as a ghost, because her soul is trapped there, but unlike the other ghosts, she's visible
She had been fairly neutral to them, mostly but with some weird distaste/hatred for kanato and she mostly aimlessly wanders around the mansion, somewhat annoyed with her soul being trapped there and visible
(Sorry if this is far too detailed and I apologise if your not taking asks as of now! I like your blog alot btw♡)
The wandering bride
My requests are mostly always open! And no problem, it's best to know what the dear reader wants! So being specific is GREAT!!
Sakamaki headcannon! Ghost!reader-fem!reader
No shipping tho bride does have favoritism and it’s Yui!
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When you see her
She is usually seen in the corner of eyes.
Seeing the white glow of a dress and the grumbling and echos of her voice.
She was nothing really bothersome to the brothers she mostly wanders the halls only to faze into walls or just stand and stare out at the gates of the mansion a pained expression on her face only to turn and disappear into fog.
She is most loud at night mumbling about wanting to leave this tragic land to the other world.
Interaction
She wouldn’t pester any of the brothers, but sometimes, when she is disturbed by them, such as them telling her to shut up, she will play petty little tricks.
When upset, she will hide their things or break them almost like a tantrum.
While she doesn’t care for most of the brothers, she finds Kanato disturbing she would find herself disgusted by the vampire.
With the other vampires, when they do see her, she will float by them, completely ignoring them.
But when she sees Kanato, she frowns like she ate something sour and disappears into fog.
Yui’s arrival
When Yui first came to the mansion, a cold chill went down the brides dead spine some what of an instinct.
She would follow Yui around, though the human can’t see her completely. Yui could still see a shadow in the mirrors and whispers that tell her to leave along with cold winds brushing her skin.
She does her best trying to protect Yui, thinking maybe she will fall the same fate as her, and she would never want that for no other person.
When Yui becomes prey for the brothers, the bride will try her most best to keep her safe it being locking the doors for her dropping painting on the floor or moving furniture.
With that, the bride became more aggressive and more to the purple haired vampire as he threatened Yui.
She would no longer roam the halls but stay at the balcony of the sleeping Yui just in case she needs defending.
Because she can’t let another girl lose her life for the vile greed of a vampire.
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Idk if this is what you wanted but I did the best I can do! Honestly I’ve been waiting for requests and thank god someone finally asked!! Also I made the bride a girls girls! Or maybe… wuuh luuh wuuh idk 🤷 maybe Im self reflecting it could also just be girls protecting girls!
