❅ ── edging is one of his many cruelties, and he’s exquisitely sadistic about it. he’ll watch you squirm, listen to your begging, and only allow release when your voice cracks into sobs. not that he’s merciful, but because he finds your swollen eyes and runny nose unbecoming.
❅ ── control disguised as generosity. he’ll make you ride him, but only so he can sit back and watch how pathetic you look scrambling for your own pleasure, while he corrects your pace with a lazy hand on your hip.
❅ ── takes particular delight in humiliating post-climax rituals: watching his spend leak out of you, ordering you to push it back inside with trembling fingers while he scolds you about how wasteful and ungrateful you are. his tone is closer to a lecture than dirty talk, but the cold authority in it makes your pussy clench all the same.
❅ ── aftercare is selective at best. he might smooth your hair back or examine the marks he left with the detached eye of a critic, as though checking a painting for flaws. if he’s feeling magnanimous, he’ll even hold you for a while, though his embrace is stiff, his skin unnaturally cold. affection offered as a favour, not a given.
黒死牟 KOKUSHIBŌ
❅ ── isn’t vocal in the conventional sense, but he mutters in a low rasp when he’s close, words half-intelligible, praising and damning you in the same breath. his dirty talk is sparse, they take the form of orders (“spread your legs wider. hold still.”) that leave no room for refusal.
❅ ── values control above all else. if you try to assert power over him, he will correct you with severity.
❅ ── cannot resist marking you. loves sinking his teeth into your shoulder or throat, leaving half-moon dents and dark bruises that blossom under his mouth, but he stops short of blood.
❅ ── often corrects your posture during sex, and you do it because his displeasure is rarer than praise and therefore terrifyingly precious.
❅ ── has a fixation with filling you. presses in deep, keeps you spread open until his spend is dripping out, and still thrusts shallowly to push it back inside.
❅ ── slow thrusting that turns into violence only when provoked. he can be methodical for hours, then ramp up suddenly with a directive so small you almost miss it and find yourself sobbing with the force of it.
❅ ── soft moments are almost always conditional. a whisper of praise, a chaste kiss to your temple, they are rewards and you will crave them because they are so seldom given.
童磨 DŌMA
❅ ── doesn’t really feel desire the way most do, but he recognises a shallow level of lust like one recognises hunger: a gnawing, bodily itch. so he follows it with zeal, as though fucking you is simply another form of consumption. and dōma is enthusiastic to the point of unnerving, praising you between mocking giggles, all while splitting you open on his cock as if he’s sharing an inside joke with himself.
❅ ── foreplay is essentially provocation. doma delights in pissing you off. his usual antics include nuzzling along your jaw without actually kissing you, circling your clit with a frozen fingertip until you’re thrashing.
❅ ── verbal degradation is his lingua franca. “such a greedy little thing, can’t believe you’d sink so low for me” paired with a smile so saccharine it almost sounds like a compliment. the jolly cadence creates a dissonance, because he never drops the cheerful act.
❅ ── has an air of cheer even while being cruel. especially then. no matter if you’re begging or crying or even cursing at him—he only laughs, clapping his hands as though you’ve told a particularly good joke.
❅ ── finds your tears hilarious and hot, usually licks them right off your cheeks while laughing.
❅ ── overstimulation. keeps you in his lap, while he tsks about how sensitive you are, how silly it is that you’re trying to wriggle away when your cunt clearly doesn’t want to let go. if you cry, he cups your face sweetly and coos, “adorable! i knew you’d look prettier like this.” (he genuinely thinks he’s complimenting you)
❅ ── doesn’t understand aftercare in any genuine sense. wiping you down, holding you close, murmuring soft reassurances etc. those are things he mimics because he’s seen people do them, like an actor reciting lines from a play. the gestures are hollow, but his smile is so bright enough you believe he means it.
❅ ── cums inside you every single time because… well. why wouldn’t he?
猗窩座 AKAZA
❅ ── soft dominance is his default. doesn’t degrade you, won’t even tolerate you degrading yourself in a non-sexual context (he gets viscerally upset) . instead he builds you up with firm praise.
❅ ── refuses to finish before you. it’s a code of conduct, carved into him as deeply as his martial discipline. whether it’s his tongue flattening against your clit, his fingers curling inside you, or his cock stretching you out, your orgasm is the opening act, and his the encore.
❅ ── loves testing your limits, but not without consent. he’ll push you harder, but the moment you use your safeword, he halts as though your word is law. nothing makes him prouder than coaxing another orgasm out of you while you’re trembling: “just one more, you’ve got this. i know you can.” this is essentially a form of devotion, his belief that you are stronger than you think.
❅ ── his refractory period is basically nonexistent a.k.a he gets hard again real fast, but rarely pushes for more unless you initiate. when you do, he smiles almost sheepishly, like you’ve just given him another reason to be grateful for your existence.
❅ ── aftercare with akaza is meticulous to the point of ritualistic? he wipes you down with care, kneads the strain from your muscles until the ache fades. his body runs hot, and he uses it like a blanket, wrapping you against his chest, one broad hand stroking your back in steady passes until your breathing evens. always keeps watch while you sleep.
𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍
Muzan fucks you like you were created for no other purpose than to sate his pleasure - and he makes damn sure you never forget it.
In the velvet-draped gallery of the theatre, his hand slips beneath your dress before the first act even begins. His fingers are cold and merciless, tugging your panties aside and sinking into your pussy without hesitation. The demon king finger-fucks you until you’re trembling. Pearly-white juices seep out of your pussy, making the cushion beneath you darken with dampness. Muzan’s lips brush the shell of your ear, voice silken and cruel all at once, “Stay quiet. Do you want them to hear what a whore you are for the world's wealthiest demon?”
By the next act, you’re already astride him, straddling his lap on the narrow seat. The hem of your dress is shoved high, bunched up against your stomach, leaving your white garters and stockings gleaming in the low light. You hardly have time to breathe before the hiss of fabric and the snap of a button announce the opening of his fly. Muzan doesn’t bother with tenderness - the rock-hard head of his cock nudges between your labia and pushes deep, splitting you apart by degrees until you’re full to the brim of his manhood demonhood.
“Pathetic,” he sneers, his hands bruising your hips as he begins to drive into you. The tempo is merciless from the beginning. It gets faster and harder though, until every thrust rips a strangled sound from your throat. The thick vein beneath his shaft drags over every sweet spot inside your needy cunt, each roll of his hips pulling you closer to breaking right here and right now, in his arms.
Below, the orchestra swells - violins rising, horns blooming in elegant unison - while Muzan clamps a hand over your mouth to silence your desperate gasps. His breath tickles the edge of your jaw, smooth as velvet and sharp as poison at the same time. “You hear that?” Kibutsuji whispers, “They believe this stupid spectacle to be the height of beauty. But I know better. The true performance is here. Your body breaking for the demon king while those mere humans sit beyond the curtain, enjoying what they call art.”
His nails dig into your waist as he lifts and drops you onto his cock, guiding you like a marionette. You shudder and arch into him despite yourself, trembling with every snap of his hips as your back rests against his chest.
Kibutsuji licks his fingers and puts them on your labia, spreading your lips and rubbing them up and down, occasionally spanking your clitoris.
Muzan only smiles, dark and joyless, watching you crumble as his cock splits you open again and again and again until he cums deep inside you, painting your velvety walls white with his seed. “That’s it,” he growls, his lips almost tender at the column of your neck as he keeps on fucking you deep, even after cumming inside you just a moment ago. “Break for me again, doll. You were made for nothing else.”
𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀
The temple is still full of his worshippers cleaning after the latest mass when Douma pulls you away, his pale fingers lacing with yours. This is just another one of his whims.
His laughter sparkles through the altar chamber, sweet and crystalline, while he presses you to a marble pillar. His lips brush over the column of your throat, tongue flicking where your pulse jumps the fastest. “So sensitive already,” he croons, delight dripping from his voice. “How precious. You’re like a little bell, my lotus petal - one touch, and you ring just for me.” His smile is wide, but when his mouth claims yours, the kiss is unhurried, almost tender, his tongue stroking yours as though he wants to taste every breath you give him.
Moments later you’re completely naked and sprawled across the temple altar, legs parted for the Upper Two, your skin lit golden by the lanterns hanging at the ceiling. He kneels between your thighs, fumbling at his hakama with boyish impatience, cock already flushed and straining the material of his pants. “Ahh, look at this,” he sighs as he frees his cock and guides it into your slick, pinkish pussy. “All I needed was a glance, a kiss, and now I’m hard enough to burst. You must be a little succubus, hmmm? Sent here to ruin me.” His giggle bubbles up as his hips snap forward, burying him inside until your walls flutter around him. Your head rolls back and you gasp at the sensation.
The chants of his disciples echo from the next chamber like background music for his sin.
Douma throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, sweet lotus! If only they knew what their god was really doing, what he has his hands full of.” His thumb strokes your cheek affectionately as he leans down to kiss you while he pounds his cock into you, rainbow eyes glittering with lust.
Your hands grasp his forearms tightly as your eyes meet his. Shallow gasps, quiet moans and his name escape your slightly parted lips, the signs of the overwhelming pleasure swallowing you whole.
He presses his palm over your mouth and nose when your moans grow louder, watching your lashes flutter with oxygen-starved desperation. “There, there, my doll,” Douma soothes, though his hips don’t slow. “Be good for me and I’ll let you breathe. Wrap those legs around me, yes, just like that, so my cock can kiss your cervix! Don’t you love me enough to risk dying on my cock?”
When you sob that you can’t take more, your pussy swollen and red from the hard sex, he only hums and proceeds to fuck you even harder. “See? You said you couldn’t take it anymore, but your pussy’s still sucking me in! Such a greedy doll you are, Y/N.”
The moment your cunt clamps down around Douma’s dick, fluttering tight in desperate climax, he spills instantly inside you, groaning in sheer bliss as your spasms milk his dick dry. Douma’s grin softens when he sees your face: mouth parted, eyes glazed, chest rising fast. “Ahhh, look at you. My lotus. My little masterpiece! You’re such a good girl! You’re making me so proud!” He pulls out with a wet squelch. Douma’s eyes glitter as he watches the mess of his seed leak from you, thick and white, slipping down your folds.
“My pretty doll looks even prettier glazed in white,” he coos as his fingers smear the mess over your clit, circling it slowly until you twitch. He licks his thumb and index finger clean and beams down at you. “Don’t wipe it away. I want my little lotus to wear me all day long.”
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀
Akaza has you pinned against the shrine gate, moonlight striking his tattooed skin like paint on a war god. The red torii creaks with every violent slam of his hips, your body bent against the wooden beam as he takes you without pause. His fists dig bruises into your waist, growls tearing through the silence of the moonlit garth.
“Don’t look away,” Upper Three snarls, yanking your head up by your hair, forcing your eyes to meet the blaze of his yellow irises. His thrusts are relentless, brutal, the gate rattling beneath his strength. “I said look at me. Watch the man who’s breaking you.”
Every snap of his narrow hips rips cries from your throat, but he devours them in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing, tongue claiming yours until you taste the sharp tang of copper where his canines split your lower lip. His hand drops to your throat, squeezing it - not enough to choke, just enough to remind you who owns you. “You’re strong,” he growls against your lips, his breath hot, “But not stronger than me. I’ll pound you into the earth until your body only remembers the shape of my cock carved in your pussy.”
His rhythm of his thrusts is savage, punishing.
Then you both hear it - voices. The shuffle of sandals, low murmurs as worshippers finish their vigil.
Akaza slows his pushes, hips dragging deep and slow instead of frantic. His lips peel back in a snarl, fangs flashing as he whispers, “Filthy weaklings. I’d love to smash their heads like fruit but you…” His thrusts slow down and he drags his dick out of your wetness until only his cockhead stays in your pussy, “... You keep me busy like no one else.”
The voices fade, footsteps carrying the humans away, leaving only the pounding of your heart and the sharp creak of the gate. Akaza picks up pace again, rutting into you like a dog in heat, his head rolling back until the moment his whole body tenses. He buries himself to the hilt, cock twitching as he spills hot inside you, forehead pressing to your nape, his voice breaking into a softer tone, “You’re my only weakness.”
𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎
Your bedroom is dimly lit by the faint glow of the moon spilling through the curtains, the shadows stretching across your cozy bed.
Kokushibo’s six eyes glint in the darkness as they drink in every detail of your trembling curves beneath him. Each thrust from behind makes your body shudder, his heavy balls slapping wetly against your cunt as he pins you to the mattress. “You are such a disgrace to your family,” he rasps, centuries of disdain curling around his words, “And yet absolutely exquisite in your shame.” His massive hand twists your wrists behind your back, lifting them slightly so your spine arches perfectly for his pleasure.
You gasp, knees trembling against the soft sheets, and Kokushibo chuckles low and dark, the brush of his teeth along your ear making you whine quietly. “Just like that. Scream for me, woman,” he utters, voice velvet and cruel, vibrating deep from within his muscular chest.
The demon chuckles suddenly, and your pulse quickens. “Your parents, in the next room, asleep, oblivious that their precious little girl lets a demon ruin her insides. Let them stay unaware, my little, pathetic piece of meat.”
You tremble, a heady mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through your entire being - partly from the thrill of being so exposed to Kokushibo, and partly from the thought that someone from your relatives could walk in on you being fucked by a demon.
A flicker of courage rises in your chest, and you tilt your head back just enough to meet his gaze, voice trembling yet daring as you speak, “I… I’m not just a piece of meat, am I?” You bite your lower lip, breath hitching in the quiet room as you curl hands in fists, tugging onto your sheets. “Because your cock wouldn’t swell so fast inside me if I were.”
His free hand hovers over your hip, and you feel him throb inside you, twitching against your slick heat. Then he pounds harder, deliberate and punishing, every thrust sending shivers through your body as he pushes so deep inside your dripping pussy that he takes your breath away. A low, dark laugh rumbles from his throat, “Perhaps not,” he states. “I’ll give you that, mortal.”
You shiver beneath him, caught between fear and lust, wetness pooling thick and hot between your thighs, dripping down even as he fills you completely with his massive dick.
This is not the first time he has claimed you. For nearly a month, he has come to your bed night after night. The first time, fear coils in your chest - you were certain he would devour you as any demon would - but when you satisfied his primal, male needs, he spared your life. Since then, he has returned without fail, marking you, claiming you, and leaving you aching long after he vanishes, slipping away before the sun can catch him.
“Yes, take it all,” Kokushibo coos between brutal thrusts. “My little morsel, shivering and leaking for me. Only I get to claim you, ever.”
As his climax nears, he releases your wrists, letting your exhausted body slump against the sheets. Yet even then, he does not let go, large hand gripping your nape, pressing your head firmly toward the mattress as he bends you to his pleasure. When he finally comes, and when a low growl escapes his lips, sharp spanks mark your ass, each leaving a red handprint of Kokushibo’s palm. He watches with dark amusement as your flesh jiggles beneath every spank he delivers.
Slowly, he pulls out, flipping you onto your back and spreading your thighs to admire your reddened, slick pussy, still leaking his seed. “Do not think I am done with you yet,” he growls, voice low and possessive.
Before the fog of overstimulation swallows you whole, the last thing you feel is the tip of his massive cock pressing back into your ruined, quivering pussy once more, and you know that tonight he will claim you completely again and again and again, with the house and its residents oblivious to your debauchery.
𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎
The alley reeks of blood and rot, lanterns flickering weakly against the damp stones.
Gyutaro has you pinned against the brick wall, the shadows of the Red Light District shimmering above your heads, your dress shoved high above your hips, revealing the soft skin of your thighs, abdomen and pubis. His wiry body leans over yours, every jagged, vicious thrust tearing your pussy open, marking you as his. “Hahhh! Yeeaaaah,” he croaks, drool glinting at the corner of his mouth. “You dirty little thing, lettin’ me use you out here, where anyone could see. My perfect little whore.”
His nails dig into your waist and the back of your thighs. Every thrust drives you harder against the wall, his narrow hips forcing your legs to curl around him, splitting you wide and filling you so completely that you whimper helplessly.
“Say it,” he hisses, voice hoarse, “Say you love bein’ ruined by me.”
You tremble under him, heat pooling thick between your thighs, your pussy slick and aching. “Y-yes!”
He leans close, teeth brushing your shoulder, and a guttural, broken laugh rumbles from him, “That’s it. Such a good little pet for me,” he praises. “Mine, all fucking mine.”
Passersby laugh in the distance, and a group of drunk men finish their sake in the alley next door. You clamp your hands over your mouth, trying to muffle your desperate cries, but Gyutaro peels your hands away with a rough tug. “No, no, no. I wanna hear all of it,” he growls into your ear, “Every filthy, needy sound you make as my cock splits open that pathetic, whorish, little cunt of yours.”
As your pussy grows slicker, dripping and trembling with need, signaling that your climax is close, Gyutaro can’t hold back any longer. He slams his long cock deep into your cunny, pressing your body fully against the cold wall. His crooked hands find the décolletage of your dress and tear it roughly apart, freeing your breasts to spill into his grasp.
Without hesitation, his mouth wraps around one of your hardened nipples, teeth grazing lightly as his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud, teasing and torturing every nerve. His hips jerk violently against yours, each short, erratic thrust driving straight to the tip of your nerve endings, humping you with animalistic desperation.
Your cunt clamps around him violently, and he moans, letting his dead seed spill into you, thick and hot, filling you to the brim. His long hands cradle your body, holding you close. “You’re mine now,” he snarls, his cock swelling and pulsing inside of you, painting your inner walls with his semen again and again. “Yeah, just like that, my little pet, take it all.” He doesn’t pull out, letting it coat every inch of your walls, the damp coldness clinging to you.
“Ruined, just like me. That’s how I like you the most,” Gyutaro coos, stealing a kiss from your lips.
giyuu tomioka goes all silent-shame mode, tugging his haori up if he has even the faintest bite. yet he leaves deep purple marks on your skin, especially where only he can see them. total quiet hypocrite.
rengoku kyojuro laughs nervously if there’s a hickie on him. “ah! how bold of you!” but then? your poor throat and chest are a wildfire of teeth and lips. he’s unapologetically intense but acts embarrassed about himself.
tengen uzui gasps, “unflashy!! i can’t walk around looking like this!” whines about a single bruise. but your whole body? covered in hickies because he thinks it’s so flamboyant to mark you everywhere.
sanemi shinazugawa snarls if you mark him. “the hell are you tryin’ to prove?!” but he bites into your skin like a rabid dog, leaving massive bruises that last forever. pure double standard.
kokushibo scoffs at the idea of being marked. “pathetic.” yet he bites slow and mean, leaving marks that look like burns. total contradiction, total menace.
Pairing: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Muzan x gn!human!reader
Genre: Fluff
Note: Since the hashira version got so popular…
Muzan Kibutsuji // The Demon King
He fell first and fell harder.
Muzan does not choose his partners willy-nilly. He is supposed to become the peak of evolution, the greatest being there is and was and so far, his human partners were rather disappointing. They cried and had to be killed once they found out the truth of his inhumanity, so none of them were around for long.
That is when he found you. You were a regular, almost boring human being. Nothing special. Or at least, that is what Muzan thought at first when he met you as the new apprentice of the florist he consulted every now and then, your face having dirt smudges and fingers small cuts made by thorns, but still you gave him the kindest smile he had seen in a while. You captivated him, just like that.
After courting and convincing you to move in with him, the presumed very rich businessman, and finding out that he is actually much more horrible than a regular man, and yet you continued to surprise him by showing barely any negative reaction. Only ask of you was for him not to eat humans in front of you, of which he’ll oblige.
It was hard not to fall head over heels immediately. Muzan grew fond and protective of you, asking you to remain in the infinity castle instead of his regular home to have easier access to both your lips to kiss for recharging energy but also keeping an eye on you for safekeeping. He is smitten.
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Kokushibo // Upper Moon One
He fell first, you fell harder.
It was hard not to fall for you. You are not terrified of his appearance like you’re supposed to, you’re warm, both with the way you act and how you feel. Kokushibo almost feels guilty for making you shiver a little whenever he touches your arm and you’re just… you.
You make him feel a glimpse of humanity, if he likes that or not is still up for debate. Kokushibo can relax around you and his shoulder’s relax for the first time what feels like in centuries.
But despite his heart melting for you first, yours probably vaporised. You loved everything about him. His quiet nature means that he is a great listener for your rambles, his tall body is perfect to lie on top of, his arms can do the grocery carrying (despite him not needing even a bite of anything you bought!), and he is quite gentlemanly.
So despite him being a terrifying demon, you can’t help yourself. Neither can he.
Douma // Upper Moon Two
You fell first. He fell much, much harder.
How can you not fall for him, seriously? Douma is handsome, kind, tall, compassionate… the list could go on for eternity. You‘re certainly not the first nor the last one to fall for his charm but at the same time you knew that your Founder probably will not reincorporate the same feelings for you. You were correct.
Douma had a lot more feelings about and for you than you could ever comprehend. The pleasure of feeling the sadness of heartache, anger arose by jealousy and intoxicating bliss when near you is making his head spin. He is almost overwhelmed and overstimulated by all these things he‘s feeling all at the same time— there was nothing for so long. You filled the void that has been aching inside him for so long.
Whenever you‘re not paying attention, he stares and admires you. When you visit him in his chambers, he could bounce of the walls and claw you by his fingers for you to please, please don‘t leave. Not yet.
And Douma has you, he‘ll never let go. Never again. You‘ll experience the full extent of his newfound ability to feel as much as your human body can handle, biting you, trapping you beneath his body and his presence always being nearby, no matter what time of day or where you go. Freedom? Why would you waste thoughts on that when you can instead think about your dearest and always nearest darling!
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Akaza // Upper Moon Three
He fell first. You fell harder.
Humans are laughably fragile, and so he did not plan to waste another thought on the idea of spending positive time with someone. Why bother searching out human company like Douma does? To let someone inflate his ego and hop onto his lap, ready to get eaten? No thank you.
Although he did tell himself many, many times that you are just a stupid human, going on stupid walks through the stupid woods at stupid night. Since you’re this stupid, Akaza will make sure you actually end up back home, as he did every night.
Therefore it’s not very hard for him to get over his annoyance about you being a silly human and actually falling in love.
You were the one that fell much, much harder. He’s sweet and attentive, always brings you goods that he snatched from closed shops and whatnot. Akaza likes spoiling you and knowing that you’re cared for, which you, of course, like too!
He’s incredibly attractive (which he doesn’t realise himself) and actually has a very kind heart beneath all the judging side-eyes and whole demon thing. You can’t help but to love him, even with the attitude
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
I have so much yogurt in my fridge. I’m eating it everyday and I am sick of it, but I have to finish it… Eughuhhhuhuh why did I buy so many yogurts. Very proud of what I’ve written for Douma btw not sure why
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
Hello! I love reading your headcanons! I was having a tough day and the recent headcanons with insecure reader made my smile!
Can I also request for some headcanons? Uppermoons, Muzan and yoriichi with a s/o who feels the aggressive affection towards them? Like how we normally feel with cute things or the person we love and would out of nowhere hug them tightly, cooing and squealing sweet words or just bite them— like on cheek or arm?
I’m so so soo glad you liked it !! And I simply loveeee the idea !!! I believe my love language is actually aggressive-affection lol thank you so much for requesting it I’ve never thought about it before !!
The GIF speaks for itself he's pissed lol... but secretely likes it.
At first he was just so flabbergasted like genuine shock.
"Why are you...squealing ? And biting me for... ?!"
He would often freeze anytime you'll attack him with those then relax.
He would sometimes grith his teeth or gruff in annoyance but notice how he lets you ?
He got so used to it that it became so predictable.
He'll just start dodging your bites attacks or anything that could physically "cutely harm" him when he feels like it.
Just to annoy you.
He likes the hugs the most. (But would never admit it even if you threaten to bring back Yoriichi to life)
Despite the scowl, he never steps back. His arms twitch like they want to hold you. But they never do. Not yet.
"Enough."
"But-"
"That's the 113th space invasion of the day"
"Well talking about personal space, you did invide Ubuyashiki's mansion-"
"That's diiferent-"
"That's space invasion still."
"..."
He braced himself for the 114th one...
𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈...
Literally lets you tackle-hug him mid-battle and just smiles. 🥺
The first time you bit him, he paused before gently laughing like : "That was unexpected..."
He finds your affection healing. After leaving a life of lonliness, your love and presence feels like a new light.
THAT MAN BLUSHES!
Every time you would bite his cheek or arm he would look confused, then blush, processing what you just did.
"Is this your way of showing fondness?"
His responses are always innocent, trying to understand the why you did that.
He finds it really cute.
He'll quickly get accustomed to it and will do the same.
He doesn't even resist or show any negative feelings toward it, while he's usually the composed and soft one, a bit of lovely chaos in his life is not for him to refuse!
But he'll be more on the gentle clingy side not straight out aggressive.
He'll hold you close, cage you in between his arms cooing at you, trying to make you laugh and never let go.
He's like a golden retriever, always ready for your little stunts and never gets tired of them.
"You are the most curious soul I've ever met. Please stay the way you are..."
𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎...
Completely shaken.
Your random tight hugs or kisses on his cheek leave him STUNNED.
"Is this… affection? I am… not accustomed to such warmth."
He’s still learning how to interpret physical affection (MY SHAYLAA)
He doesn't really know how to return that much energy at first, he's used to being calm and composed so having an energetic s/o like this completely shatters that part of him.
He would be lying if he said he didn't like it.
The first time you bit him oh THAT MAN FLINCHED.
Not because it was painful but because never in centuries someone had done that to him EVER.
He's sooo touch starved but has no idea know how to initiate, so deep down he's very thankful that you're the one initiating it.
He would act like he doesn't like it at first. But secretely loves it!
He tried to bite you in return once, little did he know he created a kink.
Sometimes when you go under his radar and manage to "surprise" him, all six eyes blink slowly, staring down at you.
Processing your affection like it’s a puzzle before relaxing and sighing. (I promise he loves it tho)
*sees you approaching in his periphical vision*
"Don't."
"I haven't done anything yet!"
"You were going to."
"I wasn't...well okay please just one more bite-"
*he teleported somewhere far away from you*
𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀...
ABSOLUTELY LOVES IT.
Finally someone who matches his energy!
Whereas bites, squeals or hugs he loves them all!!
He would wrap his arms around you and spin you in response everytime, with both of you squealing like idiots.
It's like a never ending mix of fun and banter.
He exaggerates every reaction just to make you laugh.
You would kiss his cheek ? He would fake-die dramatically.
The first time you bit him he just paused like "...", before smiling creepily.
And right there you knew you were done for...(Run if you still can..)
You're both biting each other now and he clings to you any chance he gets.
And that shi hurts fr tho like have you seen those FANGS ??
But deep inside… that affection means everything. He never had love like this.
"You know you can't hide from me right ? No matter where you are I'll always find you ~ My bites don't even hurt that bad I promise I won't bite you this time! I just want to feel you close again." he coos, looking for you.
"There you are."
"DON'T-"
*bite*
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀...
He would FREEZE then relax.
His body just naturally tenses at any contact after being so conditioned to react quickly if any fights were to occur.
You would bite his cheek softly and giggle. And he doesn’t react. Not at first. Until he exhales and whispers, (more to himself) "You’re dangerous…"
Not because of your strength, but because of how easy it is for him to let his guard down around you.
Over time, he starts seeking it.
And he'll start living for it. He acts like he’s unfazed but he adores how affectionately feral you are.
Like you could literally lunch yourself at him and he would catch you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
And if you ever stop being aggressively affectionate — if you go quiet one day, that’s when you’ll realize how much he craves it.
"Hey. Bite me or something. I’m starting to think you’re mad at me..."
𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎...
He literally glitches like Muzan but worse. Affection?? For him???
If you bite his hand or cheek teasingly, he stares like you just unlocked a secret part of him.
"Wh...what are you doin’? Stop that! …No wait… don’t ?"
He thinks you’re making fun of him at first.
But when you kiss his scars like they're the most beautiful piece of art or call him cute names, he just melts.
Understanding that what you're showing him is just pure energetic affection and not mocking in any way, just a new kind of affection he never had access to before.
He would look away and blush at every cheek kiss or bites, feigning annoyance, muttering under his breath as if he wasn't craving it.
At first, he wouldn't know how to say thank you or reciprocate this aggressive affection.
So he would let you do it again. And again. Until it feels safe.
He eventually starts biting you back, but gently of course he's quite aware of his fangs ( *cough* not like a certain cult president) and playfully. His excuse ?
"Well YOU started it..."
⋆˚✿˖° Hey there!!! Hope you guys liked this one as well it was funny making it thanks for the request once again! And as said in my previous post I'm trying to post as much as I can like in the following days and might take a small break after! I apologize again, the requests might, as you can see, not come in orders! Ignore any grammar mistakes or misspelling once again please lol 😭 I'm sorry I'm trying my best!! Sending lots of love, xoxo. ⋆˚✿˖°
UPPERMOONS + MUZAN WITH A HUMAN S/O ON THEIR PERIOD
This is a really old draft I just finished up so please refrain from laughing at me The most recent ones are Muzan and the Hantengu clones
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No Gyokko or Kaigaku!
Content warning: afab!reader, mentions of blood, swearing, Douma being a freak, Muzan, Gyutaro, and Kokushibo are BAD at love, lightly tsundere Muzan, Muzan is BAD at feelings,
Muzan Kibutsuji
• MIGHT have lost his shit when he smelt your blood in the air of your shared home. Like YOU'RE injured? Who in the right mind would attack YOU?
• He practically blitzed inside before spotting you and quickly found out the problem. He took a second to calm down from the delicious scent of your blood before approaching you in your cramping state.
• He'd rub your back for a little before confirming his suspicions.
• He's had wives before, even if he didn't care for them, he knows what it is and what to do for optimal pleasure at least on a base level.
• Probably researched it after seeing you in such a horrid mood and what hormonal changes were happening during your period to cause it then finding out your uterus is quite literally shredding itself apart. He now knows it is not 'just a little bleeding'.
• He is now spooked because he's in an unknown space and doesn't have the knowledge. If you probably don't have that big of knowledge on it, (which is probably common) that just scares him more but he'll never show it. He kinda sucks at that.
• He is kinda horrified at the lack of research about it, such vital cycles for the continuation of human beings and barely a book or study done about them (he gains a new perspective and is now a little untrustworthy at any doctor's appointment you have)
• Would do a study himself as a disguised doctor and find out more. He's got all the time in the world after all. Just for the knowledge, wondering how such knowledge on basic anatomy slipped through the cracks.
• He whispered to you to bring your attention on him and letting you hug him and spill out all your displeasures
• Hates how disorderly and unpredictable your periods are sometimes but never voices it
• He tried get an idea of the schedule of your period but sometimes doesn't expect it if it skips or comes early/late
• If you yell at him to get you something out of your mood swings or whatever, he'll encourage a slightly 'better' tone. He has standards after all but they only apply to everyone but him and you on good days.
• "MUZAN KIBUTSUJI!"
• "Yes my mortal?"
• "FOOD, NOW!"
• "With that kind of tone? Have you lost something my love?"
• "Food, now. Please."
• "Of course, that was much better; Now, what would you like?"
• No demon is going near you under ANY circumstances. You're HIS, his alone. He does it out of your safety because he doesn't trust his demons with you.
• He allows you to be more affectionate, he'd hate to make his darling sad and in pain without valid reason
• He shifts the temperature in his hands to warm your stomach, somehow always just right
• Lowkey uses it to push you to become a demon "You know my moon, female demons don't get periods as their bodies never grow old and feel the need to reproduce the way you do. Sounds pretty nice huh?" His sharpened nails graze your skin as he talks.
• You get absolute royalty treatment and the uppermoons bend to your will. They would rather not have you complain to Muzan and them getting whooped for DARING to upset their KING's precious darling.
• Like extremely soft with you, will deny it at every possible time and when he is soft, his hands twitch like he wants to pull away as if in a self-control game
• Overall royalty treatment, would tear apart the world for your pleasure
• "Come on, my flower. I'm here, look at me please? The uppermoons have brought you delicious human food for you. Just like you asked for. I'm sure it smells delicious to you."
Kokushibo
• Has enough self-control to endure the scent of your blood filling his senses but he is PISSED. His aura changes and everyone can definitely feel it. You'll blink and suddenly you'll feel his rough hands checking you. A certain glare in his eyes.
• Finding nothing on you, he's confused, did his senses increase? Does he just smell the blood from where it's supposed to be?
• His little confused face is the cutest thing, his eyes are a little wider and maybe an eye will twitch and a small frown will appear on his face
• You'll explain your problem to him, his mouth will make a cute little 'o' and he'll relax.
• Eventually gets it and will start expecting it every month
• He'll ask questions and stay next to you, he's not one to trust other demons either. Not like they would try anyway; any demon that gets too close feels his pressuring aura before they even try anything.
• If you yell at him, he'll have no outside reaction but there's a certain tone in his voice.
• "KOKUSHIBO!"
• "Hm?"
• "FOOD! NOW!"
• "You really wanna speak to me like that (Y/N)?"
• "No.."
• "You wanna try again? With manners?"
• He tends to overheat in the warmer months so if you need warmth and he's not busy with training or Muzan's work he'll let you take his hand hold it but no cuddles until it's generally colder and he gets to rest.
• Feels guilty because the scent of your blood makes him hungry but won't say that
• Lets you play with his hair as a stress reliever. He has a lot to work with after all. You can even try and yank it if you wish, his hair is as thick as climbing rope, you're not going to tear it nor will he even feel you pulling it
• Overall really nice, silent but there, like a calm smell in the air almost
• "Hm, my hair? You wanna brush my hair? I guess you can, I can't say it will be the most peaceful experience. It is quite tangled after all these years as I don't find the best value in it. But I have no doubt you will defeat those tangles my moonlight. You are the strongest human I know."
Douma
• The calmest about smelling your blood in the air, but he's in no way calm in a normal sense. The human that made him feel all these new things? Injured? Impossible!
• Also the most knowledgeable about what you're going through, since having been around women a lot of the time.
• He sits and snuggles next to you, "My love~, are you on your cycle? Ahh, I see, come here."
• He usually runs ICE cold so he'll probably douse a cloth in hot water and place it right where it needs to be. (he's burned you and himself a couple times by accident since he can't feel/ignores the pain.)
• His followers praise and take care of you
• He constantly praises you with physical and non-physical affection
• If you yell at him out of mood swings, he won't really care; he knows it's just hormones, right?
• "DOUMA."
• "Yes my baby?"
• "GET OVER HERE!"
• "Of course!"
• "I want cuddles!"
• "Of course, what position?"
• Overall unexpectedly amazing treatment.
• "Are you cramping baby?! Can I help it? Physical injuries aren't the only thing I can fix. Please?.."
(Gang he's losing it)
Akaza
• The angriest one when the scent of your blood is in your system. Just below Sekido and Muzan probably, he doesn't even need to pause to fight against his instincts. He cares much more for your safety over his hunger.
• He practically smashes through the door, promptly scaring you which makes your cramps hurt more
• You explain what's wrong and he calms down. His muscles still flexed from adrenaline
• His body is oddly very warm due to his short temper. His hands and cheeks make perfect heating pads!
• He gives you really strong physical affection
• His muscles make excellent pillows! If only he'd put his pride aside just enough to where his face isn't pink when you do cuddle.
• You'll have to wrestle him for cuddles, he goes easy on you and if you get in position; he'll just accept his fate and close his eyes.
• He can get really happy cuddling you but also really stiff and blushy
• Will deny it if you spot his blush and point it out
• Douma might bug you or come around just to mess with Akaza. He won't try anything but Akaza will get anxious and mad anyway.
• If you yell at him out of mood swings he blinks and just follows what you say while gasing you up with compliments. Are you challenging him? Are you angry at him? He is confused.
• "AKAZA!"
• "Yes, my beautiful, perfect, love of my life?"
• "COME HERE."
• "OKKK!?"
• You kiss him and lean into his arms, he obviously holds you while stuttering over his words.
• "Uh..thank you..Y/N."
• Overall pretty okay!
• "You want me to..lay my face on your stomach? But, uh..I can't say it'll be comfy- HMPh! Okay! okay..I get it."
Hantengu Clones (- Zohakuten, Hantengu, and Urami)
(Apologies how short theirs are, I don't have much ideas how to expand on them because I haven't written them in a while)
Aizetsu
• Gets panicky about smelling your blood, at your side as fast as he can be.
• He starts to cry a little and holds you closely
• You explain it and he's like 'oh, saddening..'
• Definitely another one to critique your uterus about being weak "Your body is hurting you over such big decisions, how sad."
• His hold is more gentle then you'd think considering how condescending he sounds at times
• He's pretty cold but he'll definitely wrap you up in blankets before holding you.
• Kinda whiny if you tell him to go away or get an attitude due to cramps or hormones
"Aizetsu."
"Yes human?"
"Off, you're cold."
"Nooo, I can get you another blanket lovee."
Sekido
• Gets FURIOUS about smelling your blood, all he really feels IS anger but like this is peak anger
• His hold on you is gruff and he snarls like a territorial animal at whatever he thinks could have hurt you
• You explain, he's like 'what?' but not in a 'I don't understand way' but in a 'THAT'S what this is?' way.
• Thinks it's 'fucking stupid' and 'a complete waste of what time you have' but tries to help anyway, don't initiate anything at first though. Tell and he'll come to you. Since he tends to be explosive and unpredictable when reacting at stimuli due to his bottomless anger
• Another walking heater, might also try like electroshock therapy (if you can call it therapeutic) to counter the cramps
"Agh! Sekido!-" You say as he put a little too much voltage into one of his fingers.
"Shut it goddammit I know!- Just stop squirming.."
"Hmph.."
"I said shush it! You make it hard to focus, laying down like that!"
Karaku
• Gets this weird feeling about smelling your blood, he's not pleased by it but he's not exactly angry just, his stomach gets an ache, but not a hunger ache. He can't explain it
• Slides into your bed and hold you, which makes you squirm at first before you see this distant look on his face, his joking, sassy nature benched for now.
• His hands, that he can never seem to get off of you, poke you in all sorts of ways, they take your mind off the pain but my GOD it's annoying
• You explain it and he goes back to 'normal', joking and poking your lower abdomen
• He's the pleasure clone, you know what he's going to ask.
• "No."
• "But I didn't even ask yet!-"
• "No."
• "It would make you feel better I promise~"
• "No."
• "More like 'no' fun."
Urogi
• Gets unnerved about smelling your blood, he's not used to it and his boundless joy is hard to overcome. He actually cares about you, and smelling your blood means you're hurt. He can't exactly be happy about that. So he's a little everywhere
• Because of his bird-nature, he's definitely the most territorial out of the clones, it's in his animal nature.
• Finds you and checks over you, rubbing his scent on you with his wings. Which causes you to explain
• He's a little stupid, and more confused but you're not injured so he's back to being happy
• Definitely another warm one, definitely wraps you up in his wings and all. Thing is he doesn't stop moving or squirming because he has so much energy
• "Quit moving Urogi! I'm trying to sleep here."
• "Sorry sorry lovey! I'm just so excited to hold you like this!"
• "Inside voice.."
• "Sorry sorry.."
Gyutaro
• Smells your blood and LOSES it, scratching at his face until it bleeds himself
• Finds you and throws a little fit or groans and complains before you explain and he kind of? understands?
• Treats you preciously, constantly rubbing your cheeks and waist while uttering sweet words
• At your side most of the time
• Steals stuff for you, pillows, snacks, you name it
• Asks Daki to help because of her disguse
• Also really rude about it but also praises you for being so strong "Such a pretty body stained with the smell of blood. You should rest more y'know? being born with such a body..."
• Really tight holds, his insecurities get a hold of him and his body makes sure you're not going anywhere. Will lighten up if you ask
• "You're still so pretty y'know..?"
• "Gyutaro you've said that 20 times already.."
• "So? I want you to know this 'period' thing doesn't repulse me y'know?"
• "You're a demon, of course it doesn't."
• "If I was human again it still wouldn't.."
• Cuddles himself into your stomach, likes being the little spoon more so you can hold him. He craves it.
• Overall you are PRAISED so do with that what you will
• "You have such gentle hands Y/N..take care of them okay?"
Daki (You're around her age)
• Smells your blood and throws a TANTRUM. Full brat behavior until she sees you're completely fine.
• She's really rude about it but only towards your uterus "Ugh, your little human body can't handle the fact you don't want kids at this age? How ugly, that's why being a demon so much better. Won't you become a demon? Pleaseeee? You'd be a beautiful demon, I know it."
• When she's disguised as an oiran, she makes the house bend to your will and comfort. The servants are allowed to give you things but are NOT allowed to touch you in any way. Their skin and touch is ugly and she will not allow it to touch your perfect, beautiful self.
• As her young mind, she can't understand your mood swings are a human body thing and thinks it's the servants' fault and punishes them instead.
• "Dakii.."
• "What did they do?"
• "Nothing, I want hug.."
• "A hug? Fine,"
• "You're not going to abandon me right??"
• "What?! No! Did one of the servants tell you that!? Who was it!!?"
• "No-"
• Really loving! Like all for cuddles at night
• Wraps you up in her Obi Sash when out of disguise to keep you nice and cozy
• Overall really sweet hidden under the rough words
• "You're so beautiful like this. Your blood smells pretty just like youuu."
THERE IS NOT ENOUGH FANFICS— I’m doing it myself🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️!!!!
I’m also happy to announce that I’ve found my will to live after moving out :) thank you Qin Shi Huang’s back muscles.
🗣️mindless smut 🗣️fluff 🗣️angst 🗣️comfort 🗣️crack🗣️ IM WRITING IT ALL
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*first one is uppp + part 2(smut- wow I love Buddha he’s so hot<33)
*kokushibo’s is uppp
*apollos is upppp gng
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