Akaza/hakuji and bondage… if you’re still willing… 😋
akaza isn’t just into bondage... he’s grounded by it.
his body was made for destruction: fists, violence, aggression. but when you tie him down gently, or not so gently his breath changes. it slows. his whole body tenses, then melts. restraint isn’t just sexy to him, it’s safety. it’s you saying,
“you don’t have to fight anymore. just feel.”
he’s so responsive to being held in place, arms above his head, legs spread open, collar tight around his throat, body twitching every time you move.
he’s not used to being vulnerable. and that’s what drives him crazy about it.
you pin him down, and he thanks you without speaking, just with his eyes, the way he whines through his teeth, the way he reaches for you even when he can’t move.
he’ll fight it at first not because he doesn’t want it, but because his instincts scream to stay in control. you tell him to lie back? he growls. you bind his wrists to the bedpost? he bites his lip so hard he almost bleeds.
but the second you straddle him, trace a finger down his chest, and say something like “you’re not going anywhere, pretty thing,”
he gives in.
not softly. completely.
he pulls at the restraints, not to escape but to feel you hold him tighter. he wants to struggle, just enough that you remind him who's in control.
he’s not a loud sub. he’s a physical one.
you won’t get constant moans, but his body tells you everything: the way his thighs tremble, the way he pants into your shoulder, the way he arches up into your touch like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
but if you edge him while tied up? deny him over and over until he’s soaked in sweat, jaw clenched, begging in broken sentences?
you’ll hear him plead.
not just for release.... for you.
“please— i can’t— i need you— i need to feel you— i’ll be good— i’ll be good—” :(
and when you finally let him come, it’s overwhelming. his whole body spasms. he goes quiet. limp. wrecked.
he stays tied up longer than he needs to because part of him likes the feeling of being claimed.
once it’s over, he’s slow to speak. still panting. trembling a little.
he won’t admit how much it meant but he buries his face in your lap like he’s trying to hide the look in his eyes.
you undo the restraints, kiss the raw skin on his wrists, and he closes his eyes like he's never felt safer in his life. 💔
akaza, who is so flexible you can take him on any surface or in any position, who buries his fangs into your neck when you hit just the right spots inside of him, groans for more muffled in your skin while he laps up the trail of blood with an almost greedy look in his eyes
May one ask for the the pegging of Gyomei, Giyuu, Kyojuro and just for a bit of spice throw in our top three upper moon trio. How would they handle being pegged by their dominating parther?
How GYOMEI, GIYUU, KYOJURO, KOKUSHIBO, DOUMA and AKAZA would handle being pegged by their partner !
contains: sub!characters, afab!reader but no gendered terms used to refer to reader (dick is described as strap), dacryphilia (gyomei)
GYOMEI
really nervous at first but you promised him it wouldn't hurt
definitely have to start out gently because he might get overwhelmed
slowly melts at the sensation of you stretching him out for you and he gets so adorably fuzzy <3
when you first nail his prostate, he lets out the cutest whine and arches his back for you so prettily
covers his mouth/face with his (large) hands if he has to make eye contact with you because he's embarrassed at how needy he's sounding and looking
cums almost embarrassingly fast if you coo at him as you fuck him to tears
GIYUU
a little hesitant but he trusts you a lot
you get to watch his usually calm self fall apart the moment you start pouring lube onto his hole
lets out a shaky, suppressed moan when you first brush past his prostate with your fingers
he's trying to hold himself together because he didn't know it'd feel this good, and that he could be so close to cumming when you haven't even laid a finger on his dick yet
almost wails when you pick up the speed, his hands gripping at the sheets so tightly they might rip
his orgasm is sudden and you're just as surprised as he was
KYOJURO
he's half eager half anxious
doesn't know how it'll go at all but he wants to indulge in your kinks as much as you indulged in his
smile gets wobbly when you bring out the strap though
he's watching everything you're doing with a hazy, lustful look in his eyes, observing as your fingers thrust in and out of his ass, whimpering softly when you add another one
he's good for you, fighting to keep his legs open even when the pleasure's so good that he's tossing his head back
lets out unabashedly loud sounds when you replace your fingers with the strap, his poor dick twitching with desperation
I think he'd beg you to let him touch himself but cums before he even gets three strokes in
KOKUSHIBO
now i don't really know how you convinced him, but he's cautious about it
it's not that he doesn't trust you as his lover, but he wasn't fond of exploring something new like that (after being alive for that long it's understandable)
all his six eyes are fixated on you, watching everything you do
somehow still catches him very off-guard when you press down on his prostate and he lets out a loud groan, thighs trembling softly
I think he'd prefer a slightly rougher pace and it gets him all breathless and whimpery
almost cries out that it's a bit too much when you start to push the strap in, but he bit his lip out of the need to preserve what little dignity he had left
definitely start arching his back and his eyes get half-lidded, some rolling to the back of his head and some fluttering shut from the pleasure
cums hard and it hits him like an absolute truck
DOUMA
oh now he definitely knows what pegging is, but has never done it before
letting you shove a dick up his ass? do you think this man has no pride?
he ends up letting you, however, because why deny himself the pleasure?
really really likes it and the way you look when you're focused all on him
does taunt you a bit at the start but his cheekiness quickly leaves when you start to hammer at his prostate
I think he'd like it if you fucked him from the back and pressed his head against the pillow, even if its the first time for him
cums with a near pathetic cry
AKAZA
definitely trusts you with it, but like everyone else he's just a little bit nervous
absolutely fascinated by how much he can stretch out, actually, and likes the sting of it
he gets all flushed and starts panting after a few minutes of your fingering, and asked you to put it in him because he's ready (he's scared he'll cum before you do anything real)
the moment you push the head of the strap in he's slightly regretting not letting you prep him more
ruined as he grunts and cries out because it's just so good and might be his new favourite thing in the world
would be really turned on if you held his hand or pinned it down when you peg him
Not me thinking about Muzan and the Upper Moons being put in collars and leashes, nope. Nooooo, siree, nope. Definitely not.
I'm a very bad liar-
LATE ANSWER BUT I AM FINALLY READY TO DIVE INTO THIS. just short headcanons for now cus i'm not tryna get too carried away jbdajhsd.
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : muzan, akaza, kokushibo, douma, and gyokko.
𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐉𝐈
— Muzan thinks the collar is degrading so naturally, he is not too thrilled or receptive to your begging at first. But he's a slave to his own curiosity, so after giving it some thought, he'll let you collar him.
— It is as immensely humiliating as he suspected, hearing the dangly loop where the lead would attach to jingle as he moved. You don't use a leash yet, wanting him to get comfortable with his collar first. He doesn't understand the appeal until you start tugging him around by it, hooking your finger through it to drag him where you want him, whether that be between your legs or otherwise, he's suddenly very pliant.
— You finally take that leap and attach a lead to his sleek black collar, bedazzled with red crystals to match his eyes- the same eyes that bore into you so intensely as you wrap the lead around your wrist several times, drawing him close.
"Such a pretty pet you make," you purr, and something in him purrs back, dark lashes fluttering.
— It's definitely a bedroom-only thing for him though. He has a reputation to uphold afterall. That also means he's getting hard the moment you go to fasten it around his neck ❤︎
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀
— Akaza takes to his collar so easily, smitten with how it feels around his pretty neck the moment you clip it on. He finds it comforting and likes to wear it as often as possible, as a reminder that he is irrevocably yours even when you're apart.
— He'd probably get so attached to it that he'd get anxious if you tried to remove it, instantly rushing to apologize, thinking he's done something wrong and you're punishing him. He gets a little sick to his stomach at the thought of being a bad pet, or bad in general.
— And he'd love to be leashed! it puts less pressure on him not to suddenly jerk away or disobey you on accident, because the lead is there to stop him from going too far.
— Just imagine being on your back with him rutting into you desperately, and then using the leash to pull him down to your lips, smothering his moans against your lips. Purrr.
𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀
—Douma will try just about anything, and won't bat an eye if you confess you want to put a collar on him. He is a bit picky though, so make sure it's a nice one, perhaps with pretty dangly things or gems to compliment his eyes.
— I have this vivid image in my mind of him lifting his hair out of the way as you attach the collar around his neck, those rainbow-colored eyes fixated on your facial expressions, searching for your approval. And when he finds it, he's already purring. He'll gladly show it off too, posing and admiring himself in the mirror.
— He likes it even more when you tug him around by it, whether that be by a lead or just hooking your finger through it and yanking him forward. He's a brat sometimes so at times you'll have to be rough with him, and he likes it, so don't worry about hurting him (that turns him on anyway ❤︎)
𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎
— NOW HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT PLS!! Kokushibo likes to be collared but won't admit it. In fact, he'll pretend he's completely indifferent to it. Beneath the surface though, it feels more right than he ever imagined, to be marked as yours in such a way.
— He's another one I could see having a hard time parting with his collar, which is the biggest clue you'll get from him that he likes it. Just imagining reaching for the clasp when he's being particularly stubborn and his hand slaps over it, all six pairs of eyes wide with panic.
"Don't take it off, please..." he'd mumble, the slightest of blushes gracing his usually stoic face.
— As for leashes... he might be a little offended that you think he'd need one, he has impeccible control of his body and only moves it when you say afterall.
— He will, however, entertain it. Though you hardly need to yank him around at all, it's still very hot to see it moving along with him, especially if you get a chain, cus you hear it jingle with every thrust.
𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎
— Gyokko will let you put a collar on him, but he's very picky about the appearance of it. Seriously you'll have to take him with you when you get one so he can pick one out, or let him ramble on about what he wants and get it custom made.
— I think he'd like to have multiple ones, so he can switch them out as he pleases. As for fucking him with it on, he's more easily-flustered than usual, getting red in the face when you boss him around and tug on it.
— Insists on getting matching leashes for each of his collars because he's painfully particular about the small details, but at least he's letting you leash him in the first place right?
Warnings: Humping/grinding, wet dreams, master/servant play, cursing, akaza being the loml
A/N: i wrote this at 2 am on my phone, so its poorly done considering my other fics. but whatever LOL it needs to be out publicly.
“Akaza stop it," You murmur, uselessly trying to push him off of you.
He kisses your neck, licking and biting at the flesh while on top of you. The request is ignored and his mouth work continues downward, eyes mischievous and mouth open in a small grin.
“Akaza.”
“Please?” he mumbles, now working his way toward your chest. He straddles your leg, dressed only in his sleep attire, and begins to grind down on you.
A sigh leaves your lips, and your hands make their way to his hair. He seems to purr at the affection, leaning into the warm touch. “It’s 3 am. We have to wake up early tomo—today.”
He seems to tune you out, focusing on the task at hand. His grinding is slow but he puts his entire weight into it. You can feel how hard he is through the thin cloth. He uses one arm to pick up your leg so it gives him easier access. “I had a dream.”
“A wet one? What are you a teenager?”
He ignores you, his mouth now over your chest, licking at the nub desperately. His hands roam your body desperately like he wants to feel every inch as quickly as he can. You feel himself begin to drip pre onto your upper leg. “I was your servant and you, my master”
You glance at him, now intrigued. He pauses his movements, and waits for your response, slightly nervous. “Yeah?”
He reaches over and plays with your other nipple, relaxing his body and letting some of his weight rest on you. “Mhm. Was responsible for serving you, treating your every need. It was my duty to make you happy.”
“Not so different than now, hm?” you tease, and he laughs gently against your skin, but nods. It was true, he always loved to treat you well.
You watch the shadow of his hand take off his pants. His dick now bare and fully grinding on you.
“F-fuck. Yeah,” he groans, grabbing onto your hand. “B-But. one night it was different. You came home, and I waited for you in your chambers like usual. You were angry. I don’t remember why, but you were always so kind to me and I was afraid I did something wrong.”
“You would never do anything wrong, my love,” you croon, and he preens at the praise, rubbing his face into your skin.
Pants leave his mouth and he changed the movements of his humping. It’s now more frantic, and he lets out loose groans. “But then....Can you move your leg, please? Thank you. Th-Thank you. You pushed me onto the bed and kissed me. Took off my clothes, even when I was scared of getting caught. I wasn’t supposed to be with someone like you.”
The thought makes you a little sad, so you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. He eagerly takes it in, gently grabbing onto your hair to pull you closer. He whines into your mouth, tongue dragging along your walls.
He wants to finish the story before he cums, so he pulls away, his lips stained with saliva and eyes now hazy. He goes back to slow grinding, afraid of cumming too fast, but still, it makes his eyes roll back.
“Y-you told me that you wanted to—to oh fuck. To serve me for a change. I didn’t have room to protest. How could I? I was yours to command, to fulfill every need. So I let you. You…mhmmm…Fucked me, and praised me the entire time. Felt good. So so good, your lips found their way to every inch of my body and your fingers touched me in places I never thought they would. Y-You served me, worshiped me, and I loved it.”
You giggle into the darkness, now completely awake. He whimpers in embarrassment and buries his head into your neck to try to hide himself.
You flip him over, and dig your knee into his cock. His mouth flies open and his back arches off the sheets at the sheer force of it. You pin his hands above his head and run your tongue up his neck. He shivers under your hold. “Wanna recreate the dream?”
He nods his head slowly and bites back a whine at the tone. His ears burn in embarrassment, as they always do. “Wanna be my master, Akaza?”
His eyes shoot open, and you press down harder, grinding your skin against his groin. He grips you and moans, high in pitch. “That’s not—“
“If i am to be your servant, what does that make you, my pretty boy?”
He falters for a second, his eyes furrowing adorably. Once coming to a decision, he looks away and nods slightly into the pillow. “Y-Your master.”
you grin at him, and he unconsciously begins to hump up and on your leg. “Then what does my master want?” you whisper into his ear, gently nibbling on the lobe. you were right, they were burning up.
“T-to cum. Please.” You reach your hand down to his cock and begin to pump it. he gasps and struggles under your hands, adjusting to the increased pleasure.
Tears begin to pick at his eyes and he is clenching his teeth. “Ff course. Anything to please you.”
The words make his head woozy and he’s nodding helplessly into the night, loving the amount of attention.
You let go of his hands, but he continues to hold them above his head. He was trained to not move without permission and you hold back a coo. Instead, you reach your hands up and down his body. “So pretty. I’m so lucky to serve someone like you.”
He gulps and shuts his eyes. “Th-Thank you.”
The sound of your pumping has gotten louder with the increased amounts of pre cum leaking, serving as makeshift lube. He’s getting close, it was easy to tell. “Can you cum for me, master? Please, as a lowly servant, I’m begging for you to cum.”
He gets lost in the headspace, nodding slowly, his hands twitching from above him. The pressure begins to build up and he is whining for release. “Yes. Of course. Of course. I'm gonna cum!”
You kiss the space below his ears and he withers under you. His hands clutch at the pillows and his back arches completely. He lets out a shaky, “f-fuck.” before blowing his load onto his toned stomach. It comes out in quick spurts and he’s shaking profusely, random muscles contracting to take in it all.
You, of course, are coaxing him through it with, “So pretty. I’m so honored.” and “Does it feel good, master?” which only makes it more intense for him.
When he comes down from his high, he heaves for a breath and feels his eyes begin to shut. It’s almost 4 am and he needs to sleep. You take notice of this, and with a small sigh quickly grab a cloth to wipe him up before laying down next to him.
He pulls his face into the crook of your neck and lets out a small, but content groan.
You smile into the darkness. "Did i serve you well, master?”
His body tightens up immediately and he lets out a shaky whine. “Please don’t call me that. So embarrassing.”
You run your fingers through his hair and whisper into his ear. “Yeah? Then why are you hard again?” he grips onto you again, from both embarrassment and arousal.
But you were right. He begins to grind himself against your leg.
Warnings: Threatening, heavy power dynamics, edging, pillow throwing lol, growling, teeth baring, heavy praise and petting, soft dom reader and confused akaza
A/N: This was a blurb, and then a drabble, and then it hit 1k words and I turned it into a fic. Honestly, mostly akaza trying to manage power dynamics, not alot of smut.
He can’t do it anymore. He physically can’t. It’s even taking a mental toll on him.
How has he let a mere human like you take control over his body?
He has been edged for thirty minutes now. It was a long time for most people, but to him it felt like hours. He has been biting his tongue to hold back threats.
Akaza knows he likes being submissive to you, he knows for complete sure he does. He was the one to ask you to take the lead. Sure it came off as a complaint of a demon commanding a human, but you knew what he meant. He hated that you knew. It made him feel weak.
But in these moments where you deny him pleasure, he hates being submissive. He wants it all, every touch, graze, or caress. How could you deny it to him when he was the one who originally commanded you?
But you don't seem to care. You leave him hanging dry, with no fear of consequences. He could kill you in a heartbeat, but still, you torment him.
Akaza lunges for your hand when you begin to pull away from his leaking cock. Second time this has happened and he cannot be denied an orgasm any longer. He has played your good pet for too long.
He bares his teeth at you, the needle-sharp canines exposed in all their might. His face scrunches up in a glare and he can feel the rumbling of a growl in the back of his throat.
You watch as he squeezes your wrist and begins to pull it back to his now leaking dick. “Touch me.” He hisses and you raise your eyebrows at the tone.
Your hand goes limp in his hold and he tries to rub himself on it, the growls keep picking up in volume at your defiance.
He meets your stare, ready to threaten you some more, but when he sees you innocently blinking up at him, he knows how he is doing this is wrong. He knows that having a tantrum will not get him anywhere.
You always have those eyes when he acts out. When he doesn't get his way. You stare at him like you looking at a small child. It was humiliating.
You only did it when he plays the demon card on you. When he uses the strength of his body to overpower you. When he threatens to kill you.
It’s like you know he would never hurt you, you know that after all of this, he is still sits in the palm of your hand ready to be manipulated for your every need.
In the beginning it made him even more angry. He would yell and scream all the while you would sit there and take it, petting his hair and rubbing his body like you were coaxing a child to calm down. It would take him hours to let down his walls. He was afraid to be seen as weak to a human.
But now almost instantly he seems to relax. Sees those eyes and knows that no matter what he says or does you’ll always be there to bring him down. He enjoys that you make him feel small. It was sickening.
So, he drops your hand with much hesitance. You sit and wait patiently through it all, blinking up at him with such innocence eyes when he knows that you know how much power he has over him.
Just for one last release he grabs the pillow next to him and chucks it at the door. It lands with a small thud and he heaves, baring his teeth at the door while you follow the pillow with a small hum.
You bring your hand up to the top of his head and his eyes snap to you, his canines still exposed. “That’s it, let it all out.” You coo, petting his hair, and he stares in silence. His chest rises and falls in deep breathes, and his cock still pulsates against his stomach.
“Are you with me?” You whisper, tracing the lines on his face.
He begins to relax his face, his breathing goes back to normal and he gulps at you, looking away from those eyes. “Sorry.” He mumbles, clenching his fists in embarrassment. He knows you are kinder when he is polite, he has to suck up his pride.
The cooing picks up again and he feels his face burn. “That’s alright. Look how much better you are doing. Aren’t you being such a good boy, Akaza?” Your hand comes back to his cock and he jumps. You rub the tip and he has to grit his teeth to hold back a moan. “Say it, Akaza.”
Will you let him cum now? He didn’t freak out this time and he apologized. If he says what you want him to say will you finally touch him?
He can’t even look at you in these moments. “I’m a good boy…I want—Will you let me cum? Please.” He whispers so silently that you almost missed it. His face flushes under the marks and he grabs at the sheets beneath him. He listens to the satisfying tear of the fabric.
You smile ecstatically and he flinches, still getting used to the praise. “Just three more. Can you withstand it three more times? For me, baby?”
Another humiliating nickname. If anyone knew that he let you call him this he would have to kill them.
But he wasn’t focused on the nickname. He feels your hand drawing back. He can’t do it three more times. He is bound to get frustrated and yell or break something, accidentally break you. He can't help it. It hurts.
But he can’t seem to find the words for his complains, so he does something for the first time since he met you. He whimpers.
The sound makes his widen eyes snap back to you, hoping you didn’t catch it, but with that grin on your face he knows you did. He tries to pretend it didn't happen for the sake of his pride.
Your hand is back on his cock in an instant.
After the first two denials he begins to sweat, his heart hammers in his chest and he is clenching the sheets with eyes screwed shut. He feels the urge to yell, to command you to touch him, but he holds back. For both your sake and his own. His tongue is covered in bite marks from his very own teeth.
The third denial was the roughest by far. You tricked him, saying stuff like, "Now I'll let you cum." and "It's going to feel so good, right love?" Which made him believe that you missed counted. He didn't say anything, he wanted to let you think this was the third one. He wanted his high desperately.
You pull away at the last second and he wants to yell, scream, do something, but instead he cries in pure frustration. Globs of tears drip down his face and he continues to tear through the sheets as if they were nothing but paper.
"Please!" He begs for the first time tonight. His body racks with the sobs and he leans forward to lean onto your chest as if he really was a small child. His whole cock is covered in his pre cum. It makes him feel sticky and gross. He wants you to make it stop.
You run your fingers through his buzzed hair and murmur sweet nothings into his ear. Finally, you give in, bringing your hand down and begin to set the pace once again. He lets out his moans and whines now, too sensitive and overstimulated not to. His mind is disoriented from the praise dripping out of your mouth like honey.
It only takes him five pumps for him to cum. His back arches and he has to quickly remove his hands from your body so he doesn't accidentally dig them into your skin. He doesn't moan, instead, it comes out as long shaky gasps and rapid muscle contractions. White liquid lands on his chest and your leg.
When he comes down from his high, he doesn't speak. He sits and listens to your praise, no longer feeling embarrassed about it. Instead, basking in the warmth of your words that makes him feel lightheaded.
Monster fucking dom!reader you say ?? Sounds like my alley !
I think a normal amount ( not ) about Domming Akaza . So pretty on his knees , hands bound behind his back . He could rip free if he truly wanted to , but he doesn’t .
Letting his goddess do as she pleases with him . Playing with him until he’s a mess , TEARS rolling down his face .
dom!reader monsterfucking fics would literally be a dream come true. i'm tempted to write some monster versions of characters. now about akaza...
I think about domming akaza an abnormal amount i'll admit it. He's just so pretty, so polite, and so pliant (with the right person). Acts of service and worship just feel natural to him. There's nowhere he feels more at peace than knelt at your feet with his cheek resting on your thigh. You almost don't even need to restrain him, for he'd keep his arms behind his back on his own if you asked. But even akaza can only take so much teasing before he starts mindlessly pawing at you.
There's very little akaza wouldn't let you do to him. Like edging him until he feels he'll burst into flame if you don't give him some sort of release, growling and snarling each time your hand retreats from his aching sex.
If not for the bindings as a physical reminder of his position he might have caught your wrist and demanded you to finish him off- though even if that were to happen, all it would take is one look at your unamused expression to release your hand and bow his head in apology. You deny his release for hours on end until every touch to his swollen cock feels like it's scorching him, and toss him right back onto the edge. His back arches and curls up into your grasp, mindlessly chasing the maddening stimulation.
He wants so badly to cum that all he can do is beg you over and over to let him, to have mercy on him. your comforting words and shushing only deepen his humiliation, an almost sickly flush blooming across his pale cheeks, the red hue a stark contrast to the blue markings that adorn his skin.
Just when he thinks you'll cave, stroking him longer, letting him get closer to the edge until he feels like he'll be able to spill his seed- you rip it all away, leaving him to pitifully buck into stimulation that isn't there anymore.
And if you were to ruin his orgasm whilst he's in that state? He's crying out in anguish, asking you 'why why why' between miserable sobs as the satisfaction of his release is ripped from him.
And when he's finally calmed down, you take his face into your hands so sweetly and tell him just how good he is. How strong and resilient he is for you, always enduring all that you inflict. And like the pathetic creature he is, he crumples under your praise. He knows he'd do anything to appease you, and suffer through any punishment or torture.
