He's put in a sub space easily because bro has no clue what he's doing
He's never been touched this way, nor has he ever thought of touching someone this way
(Until you came along)
Huuuuge praise kink
Like he just wants to be your pretty boy 😢
He will do anything to please you just to hear you call him that
Begging, whining, the whole shebang
He feels like no one would ever touch an ugly demon like him this way, why you? He's very insecure
I feel like he may go feral and just use you one day when he comes home
Probably after a really bad day, or Muzan scolding him for letting Daki hold him back
Like he just comes home and completely defiles you
He wants to witness your little fall from grace, wants to bring you down to his level and punish you for 'messing with him'
Literally just you loving him but go off I guess 😭
He wouldn't stop until you're absolutely wrecked, his cum leaking from everywhere his dick will fit
(Or won't fit)
Even after he'd tell you he's so sorry, so sorry for destroying darling
-> softer sex with lots of praising and reassurance that you truly do love him 😢
Daki
Such a brat 😭😭
Like she can keep up with her customers, but she doesn't have to keep up the facade around you
Cute, sweet, docile little lady -> GONE
She does not want to be dominated AT ALL
In fact, she hates you trying to assert power over her
She degrades you like nobody's business 🥺
It gets her wet knowing you accept that she's better than you, and more powerful
She's only doing this 'to get herself off'
It is my opinion she has LOTS of toys to mess you up with.
Like a whole collection BDSM shit
Step on me
She will do that btw
Does not hesitate to put you in your place
You're below her, and that's final
Need to cum? You better ask permission
You BETTER ask permission
Her punishments are brutal
She likes to edge you, and having infinite stamina she can do that all night if she so desires
Better not cross her 🤫
What really gets her going is when you compliment her. She lovesssss that food for her ego, someone as cute as you begging and praising her while she's destroying you
will peg you any day of the week
In reality, her and her brother have it in common that they really just love to be loved for who they are hot demons instead of what they look like
Daki will cuddle with you after your sessions, showering eachother in love and praise 🥺
Kaigaku
Bitch boy 😤
Acts all tough, but he likes it when you fight back and take what's yours
No joke though if you piss him off, he will annihilate you
He secretly wants to get caught balls deep in you (as long as it's not Koku)
It boosts his confidence to take you, wrap his hand around your neck and wreck you until you can't handle it anymore
When he does submit to you though, he's always challenging your authority
(He likes to be punished by you, he thinks it's so hot when you're upset with him)
His moans are 😩✋️
He knows it too, this bitch will moan in your ear on purpose, saying things like "my peach, you feel so fucking good on my cock, do you like that?"
He doesn't give two fucks how loud he is
cannot wait to see this mf animated 💀
He'll tease and bully you until the very end, telling you "you better not fucking cum"
On the other hand, his bratty demeanor will dissolve when he gets close, and you like to make him taste his own medicine
He HATES it (loves it) when you tease him back
It turns him on beyond belief
Like you two can just be talking but the moment you've got something sassy to say, you better be ready to face HORNY KAIGAKU.
He loves to degrade and be degraded
His aftercare is usually very half-assed, bro just falls asleep 💀
He'll clean you up a little if you're really fucked out
He prefers you to clean eachother up and talk a little bit after, like a mutal thing
Funny thing is demons don't even sleep 💀 like he just does it because he's addicted to the feeling of sleeping after fucking
You will not be shipped with Zohakuten or Hantengu because:
A.) One is an old man
B.) One is a young boy
Ty for your time 😌
We're going with Zohakuten to school :D not really but like yk
I decided to give the bb a little crush because him trying to figure himself out would be so funny 💀
Also fem!Y/N gets a date with the mystery criminal man 🤨
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Zohakuten shut the car door, feeling triumphant. Guess who's getting ice cream after school? Equally as good as getting a rise out of his teachers.
He wandered into the building, fashionably on time for once. The bell rang right as he stepped in, and all of the kids began heading to class. The main hall was.. huge, to say the least. Two sets of stairs surrounded a balcony over the cafeteria, and to his left were halls sprouting in different directions. The green and white checkered floor squeaked with all of the shoes walking on it.
Zohakuten's first class was Mathematics, the worst class. Well, they were all insufferable, but Math was the worst.
He walked through a hall to his left, passing the music rooms on the way. Some of the rooms he passed were smaller with sound-proof glass doors, sometimes with stands and chairs set up in them. He never bothered to look, but he stopped at one when he heard the sound of a piano.
A girl sat there, her brown hair covering her face. Her fingers danced on the keys, and Zohakuten leaned closer to the glass to listen. Suddenly, her phone lit up, and she looked his way.
Oh no.
In an instant, he goes into fight or flight mode, choosing to fight his way to victory. He tosses his phone onto the ground, bending down to pick it up.
Will she fall for that?
Beads of sweat form on his forehead when he looks up and sees the girl completely unphased and wearing an unreadable expression.
Okay, now it's time to run.
The day was only getting started.
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The old man stared at you for a moment.
"Amazing! When will you come to stay?" He said in his trembling voice.
"Umm, I don't know. I'm not nearly done here, and I still have to pack and move all my things..." You begin, but he hushes you.
"Nonononono, sweet girl, I will send my sons to help you move. They could use the work out. Especially that one," He says, pointing a shaking scrawny finger at Karaku, who is standing there with his mouth agape.
"I didn't sign up for this, I've got business to do today." He says, crossing his arms.
"The boy will help you," he says, before wandering away in the direction he came.
Your face flushes when Karaku turns to look at you. "I'm sorry. You don't have to help me, I don't have that many things in the first place." You say, gathering your supplies to move to the next area of the home.
His green eyes linger on you for a moment, and before he can say anything you've already shuffled out of the room with your stuff in your hands.
Not like he'd hate helping a woman like yourself out anyway. He only laughed to himself, before turning in his bunny slippers and slinking away to his room.
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Zohakuten arrived fashionably late to class, as per usual. The teacher didn't even seem to care anymore, having already marked him as tardy.
He sat at his desk. There were a little less than 30 kids in the class, and all of them were shitheads. They all talked and grouped up without him. Although he was on *good terms* with nearly everyone at the school, sometimes it felt like there was no one who was actually his friend.
He looked across the room, and that girl's stare met his. He immediately looked away.
She was in this class? How long has she been here without anyone knowing?
Why did his face feel warm? It's just some random kid who looked at him funny. Not a big deal.
Not a big deal at all.
He could feel her eyes lingering on him for a moment before the teacher stood up and began the lesson.
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It had been hours since you'd left Karaku alone in the kitchen, and you'd successfully cleaned the first two stories of the house. The first contained the kitchen, dining area and living room, and the second one contained most of the brothers' rooms and some sort of game room. It made you slightly jealous how they were able to live in such luxury, but you know that they've probably worked hard for what they have now.
That's just what happens when you put several incomes together.
You felt your stomach growl. It was way last lunch time. Usually you'd get a break, but this house was taking long enough. You'd rather finish up the job and–
A large hand touched your waist. Laughter erupted at the way your body stiffened following suit, and you felt a voice somewhere close to your ear.
"Wanna get lunch with us? Me, Aizetsu, and Karaku are going."
You turned around to find the man who had attacked you earlier, now close to you with a.. less devious smile than before.
"Uh.. I just.. need to finish the house so I can–"
Immediately you felt the broom being tugged from your hold, and strong hands wrapped around your knees and lower back. He had picked you up, and was now carrying you bridal-style down the stairs. "W-wait! I have to.."
He only shushed you, laughing at your attempt to free yourself from his hold. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, the other two were waiting for you.
Aizetsu shot a pitiful look your way. "Urogi put her down, you're gonna scare her."
He released you, but kept an eye on you to make sure you weren't trying to slink away.
"Where we going?" He asked, looking at Karaku, who only shrugged.
You felt kind of small around them, standing awkwardly while they conversed amongst themselves. Aizetsu's eyes turned to you. "Do you like milkshakes?"
You nodded your head up at him, and the three of them nodded at the same time, which was really creepy. But Urogi's playful gaze landed on you as Karaku reached for his keys.
"Little lady, have you ever ridden a motorcycle?"
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"Wait. Let me off. I'm going with Karaku." You said sounding nervous. You were seated behind him on his motorcycle, him revving the engine as Karaku and Aizetsu climbed into his jeep.
"Having second thoughts?" He teased. Before you could answer, he turned around and stuck a helmet on your head. Then, as you were trying to adjust the strap, you realized it wasn't a helmet meant for a motorcycle.
"Urogi... is this a bicycle helmet?"
"...tricycle."
That was the last thing he said to you, turning around to put one of his huge leather jackets over your shoulders.
After you got it on properly, he pulled out of the driveway, cackling like a maniac as you sped past Karaku and Aizetsu.
Looking into the mirrors of his bike (even though it was kind of hard to see past his shoulders) you could see Aizetsu's horrified expression in the passenger seat of the jeep.
"By the way, if I lean one way, you also have to lean that way, or we'll fall and die." He had no trouble speaking over the sound of the wind. He sped up even more, which was definitely illegal on a residential road, but you just hugged him tighter.
The diner you arrived at was small, but lack of available parking spaces reassured you it was good. Urogi helped you off of his bike, and undid your goofy tricyle helmet. The other two were walking over from a little ways away, but he looked down at you and smiled.
"That's my favorite jacket you're wearing."
You all walked inside and seated yourselves at a booth. The diner was small, but the lighting was comfortable. You sat closest to the window, next to Urogi, and Aizetsu was across from you with Karaku next to him. On the walls were vintage pictures of cars and people with information about them. While you busied yourself reading, Karaku and Urogi played tic-tac-toe on one of the kids' menus with green and yellow crayons. (Yes, they asked the waitress for a kids' menu, just to play tic-tac-toe)
Aizetsu was eyeing you from time to time, so intensely that you knew he wanted to say something. You gathered the courage to meet his eyes with your own.
"Um, what's your name?" He asked, fiddling with the edge of his menu.
Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh no, you're taking me to lunch and I haven't even told you my name. I'm Y/N." You say, before extending a hand in his direction.
In that instant, he looked at you like he'd never seen a hand in his life. Karaku laughed at his awkwardness, and shook your hand in his absence. "Y/N is a lovely name."
The waitress comes by and takes your orders, disappearing into the back to relay them to the chef. Karaku grins at you before using the crayon as a microphone.
"Hear ye, hear ye," He begins. Everyone's attention is already on him, obviously, and Aizetsu looks like he wants to die.
"Y/N's gonna be living with us."
Urogi clapped like a little kid and Aizetsu looked more shocked than anything.
"Why?" He said, before looking at you. "Not that I don't... I meant it like, why would you–"
"She's our maid now!" Karaku interrupted, seemingly lighting a fire in Urogi's soul.
"Oooooo! Is she gonna walk around in one of those cute mai–"
"I prefer the term housekeeper." You said in a shy manner, feeling your face get hot.
"Housekeeper." He restated matter-of-factly.
Aizetsu looked at you. "Living with us? What would possess you to do that?"
You sighed ever so slightly, feeling all eyes on you. "I actually got fired today. I'd rather be a housekeeper than have to start fresh on a new job.."
Right on cue, the waitress came to your table, holding a tray with all of your food on it. She passed it out, but when she walked away, there was a strange aura coming from someone at the table.
Aizetsu was looking down at his food, eyes darting nervously from Karaku to Urogi.
They were busy digging in at the moment, but when his eyes met yours, you felt he was begging you not to say something. He grabbed his fork and picked at his salad, which was on the side of his actual meal.
As soon as Karaku heard the clink of the fork against the bowl, his whole head snapped to Aizetsu.
"...is there something wrong?"
"..no."
"Look me in the eye."
"It's fine. The food is fine. The food is good. Mmm. My favorite." Aizetsu said, suddenly grabbing his burger and taking a big bite.
The waitress was coming around again to refill Urogi's drink, and you could feel the tension at the table.
"Karaku, please don't.."
She was getting closer.
Urogi began to open his mouth as well, but Aizetsu begged him not to.
"Is everything alright?" The waitress said with her pitcher of tea, refilling Urogi's drink with a nervous look on her face.
"He asked for no pickles." Karaku said, and Aizetsu slumped down in his seat.
"Oh no, I'm sorry. Let me get that for you." She said, reaching over to grab his plate.
He seemed to slump more under the table the closer her hand got, so you reached over to hand the plate to her.
"I'll have your replacement made now." She says, before walking away.
"See that wasn't so hard, was it?" Karaku said, tussling his poor brother's hair.
"You embarrassed me..." Aizetsu whined, before everyone else at the table busted out into laughter.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
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It was already around 3:00 before you had the opportunity to leave the house, gathering your cleaning supplies into the back of your car.
Urogi clung to your arm and followed you all the way out. "Awww, do you really have to go?" He pouted at you.
"I'll be back soon with my stuff." You stated. "I have to turn my uniform and supplies in to my boss."
He stood idly on the lawn, waving at you as your car backed out of the drive. "BYE Y/N!!"
You couldn't help but feel a smile creeping onto your face, but you shook it off and drove to your workplace (ex-workplace).
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You stepped into Murata's Service Emporium for the last time, a feeling of relief washing over your chest. God, you never realized how much you hated this place until now. You wandered your way into your boss's office after putting the cleaning supplies away. You had changed into some normal clothes, and were now holding the itchy uniform in your hand.
Your boss had been expecting you.
"Y/N." He said, before snatching the uniform from your hands. He stuck out a check to you. "There."
You didn't even bother saying bye, just walking out of the door and back to your car. The last time you'll ever need to be in that building. A smile was on your face, and you thought it would have a long stay there.
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"Hey, do you need any help?"
A man's voice came from behind you, and you turned, holding a large box in your hands.
"Umm, yeah, thank you." You said in a quiet voice, and he took the box with a smile while you grabbed another from inside of your apartment.
"What's all this for?" He asked, placing it in your trunk.
"Well, I'm moving out. Got another job in town, and..."
His smile turned into a small frown. "Oh, I was hoping I'd see you around more." He sighed.
Your face turned red, and you almost dropped the box in your hands. "Wh– uh, well, I never said I was opposed to seeing you again." You admitted shyly, his tattooed arms crossing infront of him as he raised a brow.
"Wanna grab some ice cream after we load your things?"
So basically??? Idek fem!reader is some sort of good guy with a sword tryna fight a bad guy with no sword but with dangerous hands ig but she likes them hands a little too much
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It was a gust of air that set you off. It took only a moment to realize what it was, flying through the forest with eyes directed ahead.
An Upper Rank demon.
You were no hashira. You were somewhere close, but still so far away, and even farther knowing this could very well be your last battle. You didn't even bat an eye at the disintegrating demon behind you now, you had an important matter to attend to.
It was running.
From you.
It sent you into some predatory trance, relying on your instinct to guide you in the right direction. You would run all night if you had to. It wouldn't get away.
What motive would it have to run? What drove it towards you in the first place? All questions you'd have an answer to soon, seeing as you saw a break in the dense forest ahead.
You halted for the first time in a while. You knew better than to run into the clearing where it could attack openly from any direction.
Where did it go?
You felt all of the hairs on your neck stand up before something tried to grab at your sword. You swung, but never made contact.
"Come out, coward!" You shouted into the woods, knowing that wherever it was, it could hear you. You stepped into the clearing. Since it was trying to disarm you, it'd be better to give it less places to hide.
A voice called to you from what seemed to be all around.
"Put your katana down, demon slayer. You have no reason to worry."
In a flash he was there, a relatively tall demon with edo tattoos and bright pink hair.
His eyes were unique, yellow with the kanji "upper three" framed by what seemed to be cracked sclera.
His chest was toned and his pants were baggy. You spent only a moment admiring the state he was in, before returning his intense gaze.
"Why the hell would I do that?"
His hands remained rested at his sides and his face was completely serious.
"I do not harm women."
In his eyes, you could see what looked like something you knew all too well.
Pity.
You hated pity. You wanted it from no one. To see others stare at you, and your smaller frame, battling huge demons. You knew what they were thinking. You always knew.
"And why is that." You nearly growled, knowing the answer.
His eyes narrowed at your... offense?
"They are..." He began, but was interrupted by the moonlight reflecting off your blade, which was now pointed at him.
"Do not..." you started to say, clenching your free hand against the fabric of the uniform pants, "insult me with your pity."
His eyes widened, and you were before him in an instant, swinging your blade at his neck.
You caught him with the tip of your katana ever so slightly, causing him to jump yards away from you. You spared no time for him. Your attacks came in a series of swift blows, and he never sparred back, only blocking against you. It was with every blow the anger in your chest seemed to grow larger, until you finally stood before him again, his arms regenerating from the small cuts he received from the attack.
"Little demon slayer, I have no wish to fight you." He said, in a quieter voice.
"Shut the hell up. " You spat, digging your heels into the firm ground below you. "There is no bigger insult than to go easy on me. I wouldn't be standing here today if I couldn't handle myself."
His eyes were apologetic almost, pink eyebrows furrowing together.
"Demon slayer, I-"
"Y/N."
You huffed. If you were going to have a conversation, you'd tire quickly of the name "demon slayer".
"Y/N." He repeated in thought, one hand coming up to run through his pink hair.
"I am Akaza." He said.
You didn't know what he wanted with you. In truth, he didn't want anything, only to get away from this interaction, but your words intrigued him beyond reason.
"If that is your wish, Y/N, I am sure you will die from this battle."
A smile formed itself on your lips. It had been a while since someone considered being fair towards you, and a demon no less.
"Better to die a warrior than a coward."
There was a pause between the two of you before you both dissappeared in a blur, dust kicking up around you.
For the first time, it felt like you weren't having to prove yourself against this demon, and he was actually considering your strength. Newfound confidence flowed through your veins and into the tip of your katana, following through on every attack and every block.
Akaza was taking real swings at you, and you were taking every opportunity to strike at his neck. But the tides changed when he kicked your sword from your hand.
Your katana flew several yards away, and you were forced to resort to hand-to-hand, the only area of combat you possessed real weakness. It was as if Akaza could see it, could see through you, and into where your weaknesses lie.
The first blow you truly received from him was a kick in the stomach, sending you flying in the opposite direction of your katana. In an instant he was on top of you, pinning your limbs down with his own. He held your hands above your head and watched as you choked out labored breaths, trying to catch up with yourself.
"You're so strong, Y/N."
You looked up at him, and he was staring down at you, not a hint of dishonesty in his yellow eyes. Only wonder and excitement.
"Please, become a demon? We could train together. No one would ever view you as weak. Never again. Could you imagine that?"
Your legs moved, looking for the room to curl up to your chest, but he placed his knee in between your thighs, keeping you from kicking him off.
"I... don't want to become a demon." You say.
But Akaza wasn't going to take no for an answer. He leaned in even closer.
"Y/N. If you don't become a demon, there will always be people who don't respect you. A warrior like you will die of old age, shriveling away with your weak, mortal human body. I cannot bear to see you meet such a fate." He said, caressing your wrists with his thumb.
Your heart began to beat a little faster at that. Did he even care about that? Why would a demon care who respects you?
You looked up into his eyes. "Death is always chasing you. You can never get away."
But he only smiled at that. His lips grazed yours, sharing air with you as he spoke in a whisper.
"Then let's run from death together, Y/N."
In that moment you were dying for a connection, and his lips met yours as if he had read your mind. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, none like the ones you've had in your life, where they had been taken from you. This kiss was shared between two equally wanting individuals, whose fate intertwined at this moment for this purpose.
"Don't you want to see.." he pulls away to gaze at you, "how long we can make it?"
He released your hands and placed them on either side of your head, allowing you to take them down and ruffle his hair. How could a demon be so loving towards you?
His lips curled into a smile before meeting yours again, this kiss needier than the last. It felt so inexplicably good to be connected to him, and the warmth pooling in your abdomen only gathered with the passing time.
You let out a soft moan when he slid his tounge into your mouth, body pressing yours down onto the ground. He pulled away for a moment to admire the state you were in for him now, saliva dripping down your chin, face flushed beet red.
"Love, are you alright? That expression you're making... would you like to continue?"
His eyes bore into yours, feeling the way his breath hitched when you nodded your head.
"Use your words love."
"Yes.. I want to keep going."
It was in that moment you confined yourself to your fate, as he slowly unbuttoned your uniform to reveal your chest. "So lovely.." He whispered, kissing and sucking on your boobs, making you squirm under him. Moans began to fall as he grinded his hips into yours, groaning in your ear at the sensation. "Akaza.." you mumbled out, causing him to look at you with half-lidded eyes, lost in the trance of your hips grinding against his.
"Fuck, keep saying my name that way, I never want you to forget my name leaving your lips." He said in a soft voice, teasing one of your nipples as he undid the buckle of your belt. Your hands tugged at his hair the more you longed for him, hips lifting up so he could take off your pants and underwear.
"Look at you, so wet for me." He moaned at the feeling of your soaked panties against his fingers, before thumbing at your clit.
Your back arched at the sudden contact, reaching for him, only to be pinned back to the ground with his free hand. "Want to feel you inside," you hummed, staring into his eyes as his fingers danced around your hole. "Want you, Akaza."
Two of his fingers pushed their way in, making you gasp at the feeling as he kissed you. "Don't worry, love, m'gonna make you feel good." He breathed out in between kisses.
His fingers found a slow, but satisfying pace inside of you, curling to press against that spot inside of you that make your toes curl. He watched your face intently, focused on your poor bottom lip, which had been bitten so harshly it looked as if it may bleed. "My poor thing." He whispered against your lips, trying to kiss all of your thoughts away.
The pace of his fingers soon had you on the edge, but he kept you there, whispering sweet nothings into the shell of your ears. "Please wait for me, love. Will you?" He coos, with full knowledge of the effect he has on you, hearing your moans grow into desperate whimpers.
"A-akaza, wanna cum so bad.." you whimper, resting your head against the ground in complete submission. He laughs ever so softly, kissing your neck before taking his fingers out to lick them clean of your juices. "Be patient.." is all he has to say, taking off his own pants to reveal his dick to you.
You sit up to push him back against the tree nearby, straddling his hips. "I wanna do it." You say to him, and he presents no arguments as you ease yourself down onto his cock.
He groans in your ear, hands holding your hips close to him. "So fucking tight around me, Y/N." He breathes, before you raise your hips and lower them again.
You set the pace, bouncing your hips on his dick, and he holds your chin in his hand. "Don't dare look away, love. I want to see you." He purrs.
His tip just barely kisses your cervix, and he's trying as hard as he can not to thrust up into you and ruin you. He keeps his hand on your chin, watching as a slew of moans and whines fall from your lips. You were putty in his hands. His free hand roamed your body freely, massaging all of your worries away.
The sound of your skin colliding is nearly enough to banish all other noise, the only other thing you can hear being Akaza's sultry voice.
Your legs begin to shake and tears prick at your eyes, desperately chasing the release he denied you earlier.
"Oh sweet thing, are you tired? Do you want my help?" He coos at you, finding it adorable how you can't keep up with your desires. You nod your head, pleads leaving your lips in the form of whispers.
"Words." He says. His fingers pull your chin closer to his and he looks you in the eye.
"Akaza, please... want your help, m'gonna cum, wanna cum so bad...ngh!" you moan, giving up all pride you had before he thrusts up into you, causing your legs to nearly give out. He continues to slam your hips down in time with his thrusts, sucking on your neck while you moan in ecstasy. He groans, holding your chin still as he slams into you at an inhuman pace. "Thought you were strong hm? Do you like begging for my help?" He said in almost a growl.
You found yourself frantically nodding. "Please Akaza, please..!" You cried out, eyes rolling back into your head as you neared your high. He groaned, squeezing your hip harder. "I'll fuck you like this every day for the rest of your life love, would you like that? Being my cocksleeve every night?" He felt so desperate, hips erratically thrusting into you, chasing that release he's been needing. You gripped his shoulders and nodding, trying so hard to keep your focus on him. "I love you," you cried in that sweet voice of yours, "want your cum, want it so bad."
He suddenly let out a load moan, releasing into you as you clenched him even tighter than before. You cried out his name, squeezing his shoulders. He continued moving his hips slower now, fucking you through your orgasm. Eventually he stopped, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
For Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu Clones
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I think it's so funny putting writing like this underneath some stupid meme or some shit. Like I can't even. Why is it so funny to me.
Also sorry but something about Gyokko is fishy to me so I'm replacing his little hand-having Muichiro-torturing ass with Kaigaku in the next bit.
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Muzan
This man is the demon king. I hope you're not expecting him to be nice with you, cuz you're wrong.
He's a dom.
And a bit of a sadist.
But how can you hate him for it? Especially when he looks like that.
I know this man LOVESS to have you under him for hours at a time. Like bro will not leave you alone until you physically cannot go anymore. At least he has the decency to listen to you when you safeword out.
He's evil, but not like... evil. Yk?
He especially loves to punish you when you do wrong. And getting a rise out of him is fairly easy, so one wrong step and you'll be over his lap until you can't even remember what you did to set him off.
Kokushibo
Kokushibo is a dom, but I can see him getting off to you trying your best to take control. He adores that you try so hard to prove your worth, but I think both of you know it's not gonna happen.
He loves to listen. Sometimes he becomes eerily quiet, lost in the sounds you're making while he's absolutely annihilating your poor cunt.
He's a huge fan of receiving also. Not that he won't eat you out whenever you ask, but I feel it would be..... uncomfortable for his lower pair of eyes?
LMFAO
Are they closed? Are they open? Can he even close them separately?
I'm sorry for bullying you Koku.
He can't get enough of seeing your head between his thighs, trying your best to take him all with that tiny human mouth of yours.
He's mean with punishments though. He's not easy to irritate like Muzan, but if you tease him too much you'll find yourself edged for hours, with only a 50/50 chance of getting to cum (depending on if you beg right). Moreover, he mainly thinks it's sad how his lovely little human has done something to upset him when your track record was so good.
Douma
Absolute sadist. Look at this devious fuck. He'll do anything to make you beg, anything to hear your beautiful voice beg him for more.
Oh he started soooo vanilla. Sweet nothings like "Are you okay, flower?" "I'm not hurting you, am I love?"
But one day he dug his claws in a little too hard, and your whine at that burning sensation..
🔒🔑 sadist UNLOCKED
From that moment on he made it a point to leave as many marks on you as possible. Bites, hickeys, scratches, anything that proved to everyone else that you are HIS. And ONLY HIS.
He'll even present you to his followers that way, proudly demonstrating that you've been "chosen by him to aid his spiritual work."
He reeeeeaaaaally needs to do a better job at knowing when to stop. Demons have unlimited stamina, and you feel so good around him, he'll only stop when he's noticed your moans have ceased, and you're passed out under him. WHY DID YOU EVEN CREATE A SAFEWORD.
It just feels so good, you know? You have to REALLY get his attention when you want him to stop, or so help me god he will get lost in it.
It's because of this that he is one of the best at aftercare. He'll clean you up, cuddle with you, do anything he can to appeal to his pitiful, fucked-out human.
Akaza
Look at him. You know him.
The most vanilla MF ever.
He's so gentle and sweet with you, taking his time on every little thing.
He prefers to have control over the pacing, and that's why he fits into the dom role. He doesn't like to go too fast, or graze over the most intimate parts of the act.
This man will die to give. Don't get me wrong, he'll take some good head any day of the week, but it can't compare to seeing your expression from between your legs when his tounge laps at your overstimulated clit.
He'd never tell you, he's your brave Akaza, but he's SO scared of hurting you in ANY way. He's always checking up on you, making sure his grip isn't too tight, he's not going too fast, you're properly prepared... ect.
He's the aftercare KING 👑
No one can match up to this man. He has cooked you FIVE STAR MEALS at the mere words "kinda want a snack"
He'll hold you in his arms and will NOT LET GO. FOR ANY REASON.
He's just so happy to be connected with his sweet little human. Can you blame him for that?
Sekido
Roughest dom to exist. He wants nothing more than to absolutely destroy you, what better way to release his anger? Not that he'll ever truly be not angry, anyway. But you help.
I feel like he's one for routine. He doesn't want to change things up, because why would he change something that's already so good.
Does not know how to be gentle with you. He BITES YOU. When he wants to KISS YOU.
Beware of the fucking dog. Man needs his own damn sign.
It all starts when you wear a skirt that's a LITTLE too short. You don't even notice. But he does. He notices.
One minute, you're making dinner, and the next moment, you're bent over the kitchen counter, taking it while he marks up your neck and shoulders.
From then on, he's unafraid to take you anywhere. In the forest. In a STRANGER'S(victim's) HOUSE. HE DOESN'T CARE.
As free-use as he is, he refuses to allow any one else to see you coming undone for him. He'll only take you if he knows there's a 0% chance of being walked in on. Not only will it turn him off, it'll make him so incredibly angry he'll rip off somebody's head.
#hopeitsnotyou
#wontevengettofinish
#dontwalkinhereurogi
Aizetsu
Boy is a switch. 100%
He just wants to be in you, he doesn't care who's doing the dominating.
He's loud.
Like, bb tries so hard not to make any noise, but how can he not, when you're bouncing on his cock like that?
Whines and whimpers all the way. I literally have not seen anyone deny this. It's a fact.
He can't handle when you talk dirty to him. It's like a spell. ESPECIALLY words of encouragement. He just wants to feel validated by you, poor guy. He's literally depression if depression was hot and if you wanted depression to fuck you over in another way than figuratively.
He loves to give you head as much as he loves receiving it. He wants to see you melt to his touch, he wants to know that he's the only one who can make you feel this way.
Aizetsu lives in fear of you yearning for one of the other clones instead. That's why his mission is to be as nice to you as possible. Not... *slow* nice, just *gentle* nice. He'll cuddle with you, he'll kiss you, he'll keep his cock in you for as long as he wants. Only when you're absolutely spent he'll be done with you.
Karaku
Man is the pleasure clone.
He knows EXACTLY how to get you off. It only takes one time for him to learn the ins and outs of your body.
He just wants you to feel as good as you can. He'll keep your legs pinned for hours, not caring when you tug his hair or beg him to stop. If you're not safewording, you can take more. That's his motto.
He'll cum where he wants, he'll fuck where he wants, in any position he wants, he's selflessly selfish, if you get the juxtaposition.
He loves to switch it up every now and then. If he has an idea you'll partake in, you're doing it. As long as it's with you, he's open to whatever.
Karaku is the king of teasing you. He's not going to let you cum until you're BEGGING. Like capital B Begging.
His favorite thing is to see you riding him. It makes him feel so good inside when he sees your legs shake. His poor little human can't even handle riding him. How sad is that? But he's not opposed to helping you.
Urogi
Bro goes absolutely wild. Like.. he cannot get enough of you after the first time.
So incredibly loud. Grunts, moans, yells, man has no shame and no fucks to give because his only fuck has already been spent on you.
He's sensitive on his back because no one ever puts their warm little human hands back there. No one can reach because of his massive fucking wings. So when you massage him, preen his wings, anything that involves your gentle touch on his back, AUTOMATIC HORNY.
He doesn't even know how to articulate when he's horny. The only thing he can think about is fucking. Literally you'll just be cuddling and he'll start undressing you, no warning.
#whatthefuck
He's really bad at pacing. Like.. he has no routine, no rhythm, no idea when he's gonna cum or how he's gonna get to that point. You've really gotta help him out on that.
I feel like Urogi would have a hard time prepping you because of his massive, razor sharp fucking talons. Like he went to do it after you told him "dude I can't just take your whole dick out of the blue" and realized for the first time that having talons may be inconvenient when trying to be intimate.
No worries though, he gets equally horny watching you stuff yourself with your own fingers, wanting to put his hands all over you, but knowing the real fun will come soon.
You will NOT be shipped with Zohakuten or Hantengu because:
A.) One is an old man
B.) One is a young boy
Ty for your time 😌
fem!Y/N goes for her last job with Murata's Service Emporium 😢 but gets an interesting offer due to her *OUTSTANDING* work.
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Hantengu.
You've heard of that household. They order some sort of cleaning service every month or so. Only, it's never been you that has gone before, so how exactly do you know about their service requests?
BECAUSE APPARENTLY THEY'RE FUCKING INSANE.
Some of the other employees have literally returned from the job crying.
WHICH INCLUDES, BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO TERRY THE GARDENER! A TALL, BUFF MAN!
WHAT DEMON IN THAT HOUSE IS MAKING A GROWN MAN CRY LIKE THAT? WHY DOES YOUR BOSS HATE YOU? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST CURL UP IN A BALL AND FOSSILIZE.
You sigh. A big sigh. A really, really long sigh.
If you had the heart to, you would've quit the moment your boss revealed he was going to fire you, only.. you knew it was like him to try and withhold your paycheck for the week if you did. Obviously, he can't do that if you've done your job on schedule for any amount of time, but you're not gonna jump through flaming hoops just to stick it to the guy.
Easier to just get this over with.
You grab your supplies and load your car.
Yes, they make you use your own transport for this job. No, they don't pay for gas.
Maybe losing this job won't be so bad after all.
Starting up the map on your phone, you type in the adress of this demon house and get ready to be very fucking miserable for however long you spend there.
The clouds are grey this morning, as they are every morning, but this morning is different. Maybe it's because you fell down two flights of stairs. Maybe it's because you held some handsome guy's hand this morning when he helped you up. Maybe it's because you literally just got fired like 10 minutes ago. But something is different.
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Unbeknownst to you, in the opposite lane of traffic, Sekido is screaming at the cars infront of him.
Nevermind, it's not just Sekido. In some strange sort of... brotherly bonding ritual, both Sekido and Zohakuten are screaming at the car infront of them (which is going the speed limit).
"WHY WON'T YOU PRESS YOUR DAMN GAS? THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT HERE WITH JOBS AND SHITHEADS WITH SCHOOL! 20 ABOVE THE LIMIT NEVER KILLED ANYBODY!"
"...Sekido, I think 20 above the limit has killed people. BUT THOSE PEOPLE WERE GOING TOO DAMN SLOW!"
Sekido's grey minivan pulled up to the school. Zohakuten grabbed his bag and opened the door, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"...Zohakuten."
Red eyes met his, and he felt slightly uncomfortable at how calm Sekido was managing to be.
"....what."
"....one day."
"wha–"
"One day without doing some stupid shit to get sent home or to the principal's office. If you do, I'll... I don't fucking know, have the gods come down and kiss you on the nose one by one. Just be good. Ok?" He said, almost in a... defeated tone.
Zohakuten, for a moment, was dumbfounded. Had Aizetsu taken over Sekido's body? Was this some sort or trick? Who did he think he was? It's not his fault he'll never use this crap again. Nor is it his fault that some of the kids are little shitheads.
Instead of saying all this, out of respect for Sekido's effort to be *nice*
(Literally, beads of sweat were beginning to form on Sekido's face, and he looked constipated)
....he nodded.
"Okay. I want ice cream after school."
And shut the car door.
Sekido was left by himself, face immediately breaking back into that scowl he wore so well.
"Fucking ice cream. I might as well get him a horse and a spaceship while I'm servicing His Majesty. Seriously, how hard is it not to throw desks?"
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Your car stopped infront of a mansion.
Maybe not a mansion, but.. it was something.
A three story house with 2 vehicles in front (AND A MOTORCYCLE?). However, the only decorations in front were a little knome and a set of windchimes. You could also faintly hear "Barbie Girl" playing from somewhere in the home.
At the very least, it was... a flattering home. The outside didn't look too bad, but you were at least slightly concerned about the inside.
You knocked on the door, cleaning supplies in hand.
"Murata's Service Emporium!"
The door creaked open slightly, before opening to reveal a rather handsome, dark-skinned man in nothing but a towel and.... a face mask and hair curlers.
His eyes were a deep emerald green, a complete contrast from his skin that you were HERE FOR.
He looked you up and down, before turning his attention back into the house. "Aizetsu! Your escort is here!"
Immediately your face turned red. "Wha- did you not hear what I said when I knocked!?"
He raised a brow at you.
"Service Emporium?"
Oh.
That actually sounds pretty bad when taken out of context.
"...okay, but why would I be holding all of these cleaning supplies?"
He looked down at you again.
"I don't know what freaky stuff Aizetsu's into, okay? Are you coming in or not?" He huffed.
You reluctantly waddled in and set your things down.
Oh my.
It was a disaster.
The dishes were piled sky-high, the floor SEVERELY UN-VACUUMED... you had work to do.
Another man, almost identical to the one who opened the door, approached you in a rush. His eyes, though, were blue, and significantly more lifeless than the guy before him.
"I'm sorry.. I am Aizetsu. As you can see, our house is a disaster... sorry."
And he walked away.
THAT WAS ALL HE HAD TO SAY?
WAS HE EVEN GOING TO PAY YOU?
HE'S JUST GONNA LEAVE?
You were starting to understand the struggle.
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The camera lens was clean. The audio was crisp. In his browser "solt jasz musuc backgriund" was playing.
Everything was perfect.
And now, out of his room once again, was the legendary, the one and only, greatest failed theater kid of all time..
Urogi!
And he was ready. Ready to bamboozle this busy, strangely attractive woman that wandered her way into his home. Ready. But she wasn't.
Which is what made it good content.
And good content -> motorcycle upgrades.
Which he wanted.
Very badly.
So there he was, creeping up behind you, four cans of silly string in one hand, a camera in the other.
You, on the other hand, were almost finished up here. You cleaned in and out, over and under, anywhere you could. The dishes were dried and put away, and everything was soon to be in order. The only task you had left was to sweep the kitchen. A relatively easy job. After that, you could get out of here, and... you didn't have a job to go to.
Hadn't thought of that in a while.
But there wasn't any time to think about it when you heard something being set on the counter behind you. You turned around, only to be met with a man leaping at you.
Naturally, you dodged out of the way, dropping the broom and hooking your attacker around the neck, locking him in a chokehold. All was well until a flurry of colors came flying toward you into your hair and eyes.
Immediately you were overpowered, your key sense being obstructed. You were pushed over near the sofa, being sprayed relentlessly with some sort of squishy string-like material.
You were quick to recover, and reached up to what you assumed to be the sofa, taking off one of the pillows and swinging wildly at your attacker. Terrifying laughter was heard from above you, and you overturned them until you had them in prime suffocating position. Moments into your retaliation, you pulled some of the strange material off of your face, only to see the face of both people you met earlier. Except this one had yellow eyes.
You paused in your struggle with him, both of you huffing and puffing like you were about to blow someone's house away.
He stared up at you, and you stared down at him, before your gaze flickered up to the counter, only to see a camera placed there and aimed directly at the two of you.
Footsteps distracted you from this realization.
"Aizetsu? Your escort got loose. I think she got confused. Did you not tell her about being a quad?" It was the green-eyed man, back with his bunny slippers and some actual clothes, but no hair curlers or face masks.
"IM NOT A PROSTITUTE!" You snapped at him, smacking the man under you again with the pillow for good measure.
"Why the hell is there a woman on top of Urogi? Why are you just watching, Karaku? You sick fuck.."
Another voice was heard, deeper and more gruff than the rest. You looked up, and saw another man identical to all three of the others! Unlike his counterparts, this one had blood-red eyes.
"What's going on? Are you all siblings?" You said, before mentally face-pamling. Of course they're all siblings. What else would they be?
"Of course we're siblings. What else would we be? Idiot." The red-eyed man growled, before hanging his keys and stomping off to who knows where.
The man under you tapped on your forehead.
"...can I get up?"
You rolled your eyes at him, delivering another smack with the pillow before getting off of him. "You don't just sneak up on some unsuspecting person like that!" You scolded, but he didn't listen. He was already busy fiddling with his camera.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, mumbling a slew of curses before going to pick up the broom.
"So clean, so clean! It looks like this house is brand new! Where are they? The cleaner? Where are they?" A labored, weak voice sounded from the hallway. An old man appeared, and hobbled toward you. You tried backing away, but it was no use, as he grabbed your face to examine you.
"Lovely girl, lovely girl! Cleaned up everything perfectly! You're the angel who cleans up my grandsons' mess every month, are you? Lovely girl!" His voice was trembling, as were his hands.
He must be talking about the company. But before you have time to explain, he cuts you off.
"I wish to hire you, lovely girl! Lovely girl! You can live in my home, in the spare room! You can clean up and teach my grandsons how to behave! Will you? Don't leave an old man like me helpless. Their mother isn't around to teach them to behave, will you? Lovely girl?"
Your eyes widened at the offer. "..hire? Like, for money?"
The old man laughed. Well, he tried, but it came out as a cough. "For housing? Food? Anything you'd like?"
"....and for money?"
"...yes, I'll pay you weekly."
You needed time to recollect your thoughts! Living here, with unknown people? Cleaning! More cleaning!
But at least you'd have a roof over your head, and food, and 'whatever you'd like' whatever that was. And you'd even have your own money on the side. Maybe you could save for a house? To go back to school?
At that point, only Karaku and the old man were left in the room, eyes trained on you. Karaku's lips broke into a smile. He knew what your answer was going to be.
You will NOT be shipped with Zohakuten or Hantengu because
A.) One is an old man
B.) One is a young boy
Ty for your time 😌
Basically fem!Y/N gets employed as a maid for this house of actual lunatics and one normal but depressed guy. I have no clue what I'm doing, no clue when this will end, NO CLUE IF THERE WILL BE NSFW? Idk. Goodbye.
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On this fine morning, the sun is rising, the birds are chirping, and all throughout the neighborhood, the peaceful blanket of sleep covers every resident.
Except for Aizetsu.
Yes, this lovely boy relishes in the cold, calm mornings... he can stroll about freely with his cup of coffee, take a warm shower, and get himself ready for the day. He can enjoy the peace and quiet (he's gained immunity to Urogi's snoring) that he only gets once in a blue moon. For around thirty minutes each morning, this is Aizetsu's life...
...until the clock strikes 7:00.
How sad is it that in one moment, this boy's contentedness can be ruined?
Here are the stats for 7:00 each morning:
4 alarms go off.
2 groans are heard.
1 fit of maniacal laughter is heard.
1 alarm clock violently hits the wall.
1 old man tosses in his covers and puts his earplugs in.
1 Aizetsu's happiness is ruined.
And just like that, the morning had begun.
Zohakuten darts out of his room like a madman, running to the pantry.
"WHERE. IS. THE CEREAL." He snarls like some kind of vicious beast, pointing a scrawny finger at Aizetsu.
"...I–"
"I BET YOU ATE IT ALL, DIDN'T YOU?" The boy once again accused.
"...I–"
Angry stomping was coming from the other direction. Turning his head, Aizetsu came face to face with his brother, whose hair resembled a tumbleweed, stomping barefooted towards them. "Shut the fuck up and GET READY FOR SCHOOL! YOU'RE GONNA LEARN SOME SHIT TODAY!"
Zohakuten ran off to his room, but not before grabbing the cereal bars out of the pantry. Yes, the whole box. A trail of crumbs were left behind him as he barreled towards his room. Did he take off the wrapper? No one knows. Did he even take the cereal bars out of the box? Don't ask me.
Sekido huffed, slipping his house shoes on and plopping down on the sofa. "Little tyke takes too damn long in the morning. What's he making himself presentable for, huh?"
"...I–"
Dark-toned hands dug into the arms of the sofa. "I swear, if that kid comes home one day with a little girlfriend, I'm gonna rip someone's head off."
Aizetsu only sighed in response. What's the point of trying to get a word in?
Suddenly laughing was heard in Urogi's room. Not a moment later there he was, already dressed for his day of "production" holding his camera in the air. Urogi slinked in Aizetsu's direction, giving the camera all the worst possible angles of his poor brother. "Say hi to the vlog, 'Zetsu!"
"Zetsu" could only sip his coffee, hoping that if he ignores his brother, he'll despawn or something. That was not the case.
"Hey 'Zetsu? Did you know that if your hand is bigger than your face, your IQ is lower than room temperature?"
Now... when Aizetsu wakes up in the morning, he's not... as clever as he usually is.
Actually, maybe he is after his coffee, but I don't think he has the energy yet to stop what's about to happen.
"No Urogi, I didn't know that." He deadpans, raising his hand up to his face... all the while Urogi's smile is transforming from cute and bubbly to that of Satan himself.
As soon as his hand is lined up with his nose..
WHAP
CRASH
Aizetsu's coffee is on the floor, as is the mug which once contained it. His nose hurts, he feels like an idiot, he wants to die. Urogi cackles and runs away like a 3 year old.
Somewhere on the other side of the house, Karaku is doing his "skincare routine" with 30 different products and his hair twisted up in hair curlers.
This is life in the Hantengu Household.
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On the other side of town, you're already wide awake, as your job starts at the crack of dawn.
What do you do? You clean!
You work for Murata's Service Emporium, a company that hires people to do all kinds of things for clients, from mowing lawns to sweeping chimneys. Why is this important?
It's not. You hate your job.
Clean clean clean clean clean. You hate cleaning. It's a chore to clean your own tiny apartment because it's like you have PTSD from cleaning. The callouses on your hands are to show for that.
Day to night, that's all you do, and you don't even get to see the client's reaction to your amazing work.
You. Hate. Your. Job.
But you're still one of the best maids the company has hired. Why? You're a perfectionist. You're not going to leave spots of dirt and dust. You work hard to earn your tips.
Well, the ones you do get. No one tips maids anyway.
Soon to start another day at work, you put on your clothes and grab your keys. 2 cups of coffee is enough for you to feel okay this morning, but you could have used another one.
Maybe if you'd had another one, you wouldn't have tripped and fallen down the stairs. Maybe a few more after that, and you wouldn't have picked yourself up only to fall down the second flight of stairs.
God, how bad can this day get?
At least, that's what you were thinking, when a hand was extended to you. Looking up, there was a man with short black hair and rather prominent eyelashes standing infront of you. You took his hand. He pulled you up to his height.
"I saw you take both those sets of stairs. Are you... okay?" He spoke, not yet letting go of your hand, but it didn't bother you that much.
"Ummmmmm... I only had 2 cups of coffee this morning. 3 is the bare minimum for me."
Getting a closer look at him, you could see he had some tattoos around his forearms. In fact, they reminded you of criminal tattoos. Are you holding the hand of a criminal?
No, no way! This guy couldn't be some kind of evil, bloodthirsty, evil, donut-making..
He cleared his throat, interrupting your thoughts. "Well, I hope you have a good day, Ma'am. I'm leaving for work now, so I'll see you later?" He says, smiling at you and releasing your hand.
"..yeah. That sounds good."
He laughs before walking away, presumably to his car.
Are you stupid? What are you doing? You're gonna be late!
You rush to your car, hoping you're fast enough. It'll be your third offense, and you can't get fired from this job. How else will you pay the bills? How will you buy groceries? Clothes? You slam the gas and go over the limit until you see your arch nemesis ahead, blocking your path like a giant wall.
A red light.
God dammit.
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"Y/N!" A deep voice yells from across the hall. You look over, just a few steps into the building, and see your boss, fuming.
He stops over to you, crossing his arms. "Why are you late again? The first client you're assigned to has a big task! What are you doing dilly-dallying?"
"I–"
He puts a hand up to hush you.
"Y/N.. this is not your first time doing this! How can you expect anyone to view you as reliable when this is how you do your job. Ugh." He scowls. "Listen, we don't have anyone to cover you. Just.. do the job, and go home. Got it?"
Your heart stopped. "...go home?"
His eyes burned into yours, threatening to swallow you hole. "As in no more Y/N. As in turn in your uniform. How else do you want me to say it?"
You were stunned. He only scoffed, prancing away from you like some kind of doe.
Oh God.
You just got fired.
What are you supposed to do?
Who's gonna take you?
How are you gonna find work in a town like this?
The thoughts zooming through your head stop only when you view the client's last name on your written schedule, posted on the wall infront of you.
