hiiii I love ur works!! may I request manhandling for akaza and if it's okay, maybe douma too.. 😓👉👈
── 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 ! manhandling with akaza and douma
✦ content. fem reader manhandling, dubcon elements, size kink, degradation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, biting, blood mention, creampie, predator/prey dynamics, choking, semi-public risk, aftercare (akaza), lack of aftercare (dōma), manipulation, power imbalance
author's ✿︎ notes. this request is soooo hot. honestly i could've written it in a totally different way-- but i chose to keep it close to the anime. the upper moons currently have a hold on me. anyways, thank you for this request & i hope it is up to your expectations. i love you angel
✎ 𝒂kaza 𓂃 ♡︎
the shrine had long since lost its holiness. once, maybe, people had come here with prayers, with offerings, with trembling hands clutching candles and coins, whispering for blessings into the air. but now the roof sagged under the weight of moss and rain, wood split open by years of rot, the altar cracked and jagged like teeth. it smelled of mildew, of damp stone, of something long forgotten. when you stepped past the broken gate, it felt like walking into a mouth that meant to swallow you whole.
you told yourself you came here to investigate, to track whispers of demons prowling in the area, to follow duty where it called. but the truth slipped into your mind, unshakable—you shouldn’t be here. not alone. not in the silence of night, where even the wind dared not move through the trees. the stillness pressed on you, heavy as a weight on your chest, until the fine hairs at the back of your neck prickled.
that was when he appeared. you didn’t see him walk in. you didn’t even hear the floorboards creak. you just felt it first—the crushing weight of presence, like the air had turned to stone, like your lungs forgot how to breathe. akaza stood where the moonlight bled through the broken roof, tattoos glowing faintly under pale light, eyes sharp, unblinking, unhuman. his voice cut the silence, low and steady, carrying a cruel amusement.
“hm. another slayer wandering in where they shouldn’t. fragile little thing… you really thought you’d make it out of here alive?”
your sword was already in your hand, heart hammering as you forced your body into motion. you lunged first, trying to seize control, trying to bite down on fear and twist it into strength. the blade sliced toward him—but it never landed. his hand lashed out, faster than thought, knocking steel aside as if it were nothing more than paper. his other hand clamped around your wrist, fingers digging so deep you swore he could crush bone if he wanted.
you jerked, twisted, fought, but it was useless. his strength was overwhelming. before you could gasp, your back slammed against the cracked altar, the sharp edge biting into your spine. the impact knocked air from your lungs, leaving you gasping like a fish on land. your blade clattered across the broken floor, useless.
akaza’s grin stretched slow, wolfish, as he leaned close enough for his breath to ghost against your face. “you fight with spirit,” he murmured, grip tightening when you tried to squirm free. “but spirit won’t save you. not when you’re this weak. not when you’re this breakable.”
his free hand moved to your uniform, fingers curling into the fabric over your chest. the tear was sharp, merciless—the sound of cloth splitting open echoed loud in the empty shrine. he didn’t bother with precision; he didn’t need to. your haori ripped down the middle, falling open to expose the skin beneath. his hand slid inside, palm rough and hot against your bare stomach, pushing higher until he gripped your breast hard enough to make you gasp.
“too fragile,” he drawled, thumb brushing over your nipple as if testing, then pinching cruelly, making your back arch against the altar. “i could crush you with one hand… but no. i’d rather break you in other ways.”
your legs kicked, trying to push him off, but he seized both thighs at once, fingers digging into flesh. in one brutal motion, he forced them apart, spreading you wide over his lap as he dragged you closer. the wooden altar dug into your back, sharp and unyielding, as he shoved your legs up until your knees nearly pressed to your chest.
“stay still,” he growled, pressing his weight forward to pin you. his hand slid down, tugging at the waist of your trousers. another rip—fabric splitting as easily as paper—and he yanked them off, leaving your lower half exposed to the cold air and his heated gaze.
you opened your mouth to curse him, but the words broke into a cry when he shoved two thick fingers between your folds, spreading you open with obscene ease. the intrusion was rough, fast, forcing your body to react before your mind could catch up. slick coated his fingers almost instantly, and his grin widened, sharp and cruel. “already wet? pathetic little slayer—your body betrays you.”
he withdrew just long enough to shove his own trousers down, his cock heavy and flushed, the sight alone making your stomach twist. then he lined himself up, the blunt head pressing against your entrance. the resistance was sharp, the stretch nearly unbearable—but he didn’t pause, didn’t give you time to adjust. with one brutal thrust, he slammed inside, burying himself to the hilt.
you choked on the breath that ripped from your lungs, body bowing off the altar as the stretch burned through you, walls clenching desperately around the intrusion. his grip on your thighs tightened, forcing them wider, locking you in place as he pulled back and slammed into you again, harder, deeper, the sound of your body taking him echoing through the ruined shrine.
“fuck,” akaza groaned, head tipping back, tattoos glowing faintly in the moonlight. “so tight. even your cunt’s trying to fight me.” his hips snapped forward with punishing force, each thrust rocking the altar beneath you. “but you can’t win this fight either, can you?”
your cries tumbled out broken, sobs and whimpers spilling into the cold night air as his pace grew merciless. he leaned down, his mouth hot against your jaw, teeth grazing before sinking in—not enough to pierce, but enough to make you jolt. “you’re trembling,” he muttered against your skin, voice dark, taunting. “your body loves this. every squeeze, every twitch—you were made to be ruined like this.”
each thrust forced slick down your thighs, dripping onto the altar, pooling beneath you. your nails clawed helplessly at the wood, leaving shallow grooves as heat coiled low in your belly, unbearable and blinding.
“don’t hold back,” akaza snarled, hips snapping into you faster, deeper. “cum for me—show me how weak you are.”
and when it broke, it was violent, tearing the breath from your lungs as you convulsed around him, tears streaking down your cheeks. your orgasm hit hard, walls spasming, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. he pounded through it, chasing his own high, until his hips stuttered and his cock spilled hot ropes of cum deep inside you, filling you until it leaked messily around his length.
you slumped against the altar, trembling, throat raw from sobs. akaza stayed pressed to you, cock still buried deep, his grin cruel and satisfied. his thumb brushed a tear from your cheek almost mockingly. “fragile little thing,” he murmured, voice rough, “and yet you take me perfectly.”
then his hips shifted again, his cock twitching back to life inside your overstimulated cunt. his grin widened, sharp as a blade. “we’re not done. i’ll break you over and over—until you forget what it means to stand against me.”
✎ 𝒅ōma 𓂃 ♡︎
the lotus temple was quiet. too quiet.
by day it seemed serene—bright lanterns swaying, golden statues smiling benignly, prayers murmured into incense smoke. but by night, when shadows pooled in the corners and the air grew still, it became something else. the painted faces of the bodhisattvas warped in the dark, their smiles eerie and knowing, their hands reaching endlessly in frozen blessing. you should have turned back the second you crossed the threshold, but you didn’t. curiosity or duty carried you inside.
and that was when you heard it—the laughter. light, airy, musical, but wrong. it didn’t echo properly. it slid through the dark like oil, clinging to your skin, chilling you to the bone.
“ooh… a guest.”
your stomach dropped. he hadn’t stepped from anywhere—you simply blinked, and he was there. dōma, upper moon two, sat casually at the base of a massive statue, lotus-shaped war fan twirling lazily between his fingers. his eyes—bright, gleaming with too much light to be human—fixed on you with a delight that felt like claws dragging over glass.
“how lucky am i?” he said with that too-cheerful lilt, tilting his head as if truly considering it. “the night was starting to feel so lonely, and here you come stumbling in. a pretty little slayer, all alone. ahh, i feel blessed.”
your blade was already out, shaking slightly despite your grip. you lunged—fast, precise, desperate. but before the tip could even graze him, his fan clattered to the floor and his hand shot out, clamping around your throat with effortless strength.
“tsk, tsk,” he sang, voice bubbling with laughter as he lifted you effortlessly off the floor, legs kicking. “so aggressive! but you’re trembling… do you really think you can hurt me?”
you clawed at his wrist, the pressure at your throat making spots dance in your vision. he smiled wider at your struggling, as though each desperate kick was entertainment. then, with a casual swing of his arm, he slammed you down against the polished temple floor. the breath flew out of your lungs, chest heaving uselessly as your sword skittered out of reach.
“much better,” dōma hummed, kneeling over you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand as if they were weightless. “look at you… all pinned down like a little insect. don’t worry, i’ll take good care of you. i always take care of my guests.”
his free hand slid over your chest, fingertips featherlight, deceptively tender. then, with a sudden vicious tug, he gripped your uniform and ripped it open down the middle. fabric tore under his claws like paper, exposing the soft skin beneath. his eyes glittered as he leaned down, tongue darting out to lap across your collarbone with mocking reverence.
“mmm… delicious,” he purred, teeth grazing. “so warm. so human. you make the cutest noises when you squirm, did you know that?”
you tried to jerk your wrists free, tried to shove him off with your knees, but his grip was unyielding. he only laughed at your struggles, as if they delighted him. “oh, don’t pout. it’s fun when you fight. but you’ll learn—” his hand slid lower, cupping you between your thighs through the fabric of your trousers, squeezing with enough pressure to make you gasp, “—you’ll always lose.”
he didn’t wait. another sharp tug tore your trousers at the seam, leaving you half-bared under him. his fingers trailed along the edge of your underwear before hooking in and yanking those away too, discarding them in a careless flick.
“ahh, now that’s better,” dōma cooed, eyes darkening with something hungrier as he spread your legs apart with his knees, forcing you open under him. “so pretty like this. like a flower, just for me.”
you hissed through your teeth, shame and fury burning hot, but it only made his grin widen. he shifted down, one hand pinning your wrists still, the other spreading you with merciless ease. when his fingers pressed inside, the intrusion was sudden and unrelenting—two sinking deep without warning, curling against sensitive walls that made your body betray you with a sharp, unwilling moan.
“ohhh, listen to that,” he crooned, pumping his fingers at a punishing pace, each thrust stretching you open further. “music to my ears. mm, you’re squeezing me so tight already. how adorable.”
slick coated his fingers quickly, dripping messily onto the floor. he withdrew them just to lick them clean, humming with obscene delight at the taste. “sweet, sweet, sweet. just as i thought.”
then he freed himself—trousers undone with a lazy tug, his cock heavy and flushed, obscene in the dim temple light. he aligned himself with your entrance, teasing the head against your folds, smearing slick across your swollen skin.
“you ready?” he asked in a sing-song voice, mocking because he had no intention of waiting. “of course you’re not. but that’s the fun part.”
he slammed into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. your body arched violently off the floor, a cry tearing from your throat as the sudden stretch burned through you, hot and unbearable.
“nnnh—” dōma groaned, eyes fluttering, his smile turning near feral. “ohhh… that’s perfect. you’re so tight. oh, you poor thing, you’re shaking already. don’t worry, i’ll break you in gently.”
he didn’t mean gently. his hips began to snap forward in quick, merciless thrusts, his cock driving deep again and again until the wet, lewd sounds of your bodies echoed through the temple. every movement shoved you harder into the cold floor, wrists aching under his grip, legs spread wide by his weight.
“so loud,” he teased, laughing between groans. “every moan, every cry—ah, i could eat you up.” his lips pressed to your jaw, sucking a bruise there before nipping cruelly. “and maybe i will. but not before i’ve ruined this sweet little body.”
your climax built sharp, unbearable, heat curling in your belly as each thrust hit deeper, harder, stealing every breath from your lungs.
“that’s it,” dōma sang, his pace quickening, hips slamming into you so hard it hurt. “break for me, my good girl. cum for me—i want to feel you drown on my cock.”
when it hit, it was devastating, your walls clenching violently around him, squeezing him so tight he groaned loud, head tipping back. he fucked you through it, riding your trembling spasms until his thrusts grew sloppy and he spilled inside you, filling you so deep the warmth leaked back out around him.
he slumped over you briefly, panting, then licked the tears off your cheeks with a bright, delighted hum. “mmm. salty. sweet. perfect.” his grin curved cruel and charming at once. “see? i told you i’d take care of you. aren’t you glad you wandered in?”
his cock twitched still buried inside, his smile widening like a blade. “and don’t pout, little flower. we’ve got all night.”
Note: Hakuji and you are in the same school and grade. This is the Kimetsu no Gauken (school AU) verse because that way I won’t cry
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Most people know Hakuji as the scary third year that could probably beat others into the earth if he tried, but is also for some reason in the Handicrafts club.
You know him as your childhood beat friend that gave you a candy ring on the playground and promised to marry you one day. He’s the guy that lingers on the school grounds despite finishing his classes already, waiting on you to escort you back home and chat about the day.
He is also the guy that would always let you have the last free seat on the subway, knowing that you’re probably dead on your feet. But today the wagon was emptier than usual, and so Hakuji had the rare opportunity to actually sit down beside you.
His eyes glossed over the view outside the window, his eyes sparkling beautifully. You don’t point it out though, bumping against his shoulder instead, your chin on his broad shoulder. His arm instinctively wrapped around you, scooting you to sit closer against him.
“Hey,” you grinned at him. He perked up slightly at your voice and turned his attention to you. “Hmm?”
You scrambled your cheap headphones out of your pocket that only works when you bend the cable a certain way. Hakuji snorted at the sight and took one of the earbuds, knowing this routine already. “I really should get you a new pair. This is just sad at this point.”
“They work so shut it.” You nudged your elbow against his sides and plugged the cord in, already scrolling through your phone to find your usual playlist. Hakuji grinned and shoved the bud into his ear, waiting kn the music.
You looked adorable like this, do you know that? He probably doesn’t tell you that enough. As the sunlight peeks through the glass windows, your hair is shining and you nibble on the skin your lip like usual.
Hakuji smiled slightly. He didn’t even notice when the music started playing; his attention was all on you.
“Sorry not sorry but you’re going to suffer through another phase of—“ You were interrupted by his fingers brushing through your hair briefly. You both stared at each other as your faces heated up. Immediately he withdrew his hand.
“Sorry.” “No, do it again!” “Huh??” “That was romantic! Do it again! We’ll be that stupid couple that makes out in public and-“ “U-Uhm- this our stop. Let’s just go.”
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
I have a flufftober ask for Kyojuro but since I kinda just wrote about him I wrote for the demons instead <//3 I’ll write the Kyo request tomorrow though, it’s super cute! Also I always wanted to share headphones with someone on a subway but I neither have cable headphones nor a boyfriend lmao. Also shy Hakuji is canon bcs I said so
Here’s the Spooktober again and the flufftober list <3
Hello! Long time no see! Since it’s gonna be kink-tober, if you’re comfortable with it, may I ask for you to do a NSFW alphabet with Akaza? He’s my favorite demon (along with Douma) especially after the movie! Did you enjoy it by the way? I loved it!
NSFW alphabet — Akaza.
The NSFW alphabet, all about Upper Moon Three.
Pairing: Akaza x gn!human!reader
Genre: NSFW, fluff
Note: Reader is implied to be chubby. I haven’t written NSFW in a whole year and every time I do I feel like someone’s about to throw rocks at me and boo for including some of my own likes :,) BUT I TRIED MY BEST!! Enjoy!! <33
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A = Aftercare. (What is he like after sex?)
He’s very attentive. Clingy, almost.
Akaza doesn’t need to recover physically but knows that you do, so he’ll first stay by your side a little longer, his palms brushing up and down the skin of your waist. His arm tugged your body closer against his naked body. First and foremost, he makes you feel treasured and safe.
Second, he’ll take care of your every need. While you’re slowly slipping into a blissful sleep, you’ll feel a warm, damp towel dabbing some sweat away from your forehead, making you roll over in slight confusion.
Akaza is a caretaker. If he’s aware of it himself, you’re not sure, but it’s sweet to be pampered like this.
“Are you hungry? I can try to make something to eat. What are you in the mood for?”
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B = Bodyparts. (Favourite body part of his and yours)
His.
Probably his arms. They demonstrate his hard-worked for strength and can probably scare the piss out of disgusting, lowly demons and humans alike. For you though? It stirs something primal inside him to have you pinned against the mattress, you scratching and clinging onto his arm, your mind driven only by blind pleasure he was providing.
Akaza likes having scratch marks and even bites on him. Those are the only bruises he will not let heal so easily.
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Yours.
Easy, your thighs. The way they tremble around his head when he’a busy eating dessert, his hands gently gripping the plush of them to steady himself. Would you consider him a pervert if he admits that it is hard to sometimes stop himself from salivating at the sight of them?
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C = Cum. (Anything with cum, basically)
Akaza whimpers when he cums. He can’t help it, you drive him absolutely insane— he can feel your fingers scratching against his back while your head is thrown back into the pillow— how can someone not be thrown over the edge at the sight of that?
Sometimes, he doesn’t even get to the part where his pants come off. Akaza lives, breathed and exists to please you and be alls yours for the taking that he forgets his own pleasure completely, not until he feels something warm drip down his thighs. Well, now he’s going to have to remove his pants now, doesn’t he?
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D = Dirty secret. (A dirty secret of his)
He wants you to dominate him. Once you do, Akaza will probably get some kind of powerup and be finally able to defeat Kokushibo and make Douma eat dirt or something.
It’s a dirty fantasy he sometimes sees behind his eyes, you straddling him, your palms pressing down onto his chest to keep him in place, slowly snaking up to his neck to grip him there. Not to cut off his air, but to show him that you are in the lead here, not him.
To make him forget his name and to think his only purpose in this world is to be for your pleasure as your hips snap against his, shockwave after shockwave assaulting his body in the sweetest way.
For him to drool and snarl his teeth to try and get some semblance of power back but well knowing that there is not a chance he will.
“Hm? I’m not thinking about anything.” He can tell you’re not believing him. “Really. Stop looking at me like that.”
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E = Experience. (How experienced is he?)
He is a virgin, so his experience is limited to the colourful lights of the entertainment districts and the curious sounds he caught from some of the lavish houses. Why would he seek out company for pleasure? That just sounds like a lot of work for nothing. Akaza has better things to do.
But now that you share both half of his heart and brain, for a while, it was all he could think about. How was he supposed to ask you if you were willing to share a bed with him? You say you love him and all the other honeyed words, but what if you expect him to propose first? He has no idea how human affairs are like these days!
You had to do the first step but you’re definitely glad you did. Although once you breached the dam, there was no going back…
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F = Favourite position. (Self-explanatory.)
Back-to-chest.
It’s intimate and cuddly, wrapping his arms around you and muffling his moans in your shoulder. Bonus points if there’s a mirror nearby and Akaza can watch in the reflection just how much you’re enjoying this.
This works in an upright sitting position with him leaning back against the headboard. His hands would have free access to roam and touch wherever you permit him, while you can either face away, or something he loves even more, turn your body towards him.
The other way this position could go is by pinning you to the mattress below and using his body weight to pin you down. The most important thing for him is to have some form of skin-to-skin contact besides the existing one.
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G = Goofy. (How serious is he in the moment?)
4/10 seriousness.
For him, sex is nothing to be taken lightly most of the time. Akaza feels his soul both ascend and descend to the heavens and hells in the most pleasurable way at the same time every time he’s close to finish and every single move of yours is to be cherished and never taken for granted. So, he will not really go out of his way to make this funny. Although every now and then a little surprised chuckle might escape from his lips.
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H = Hair. (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
His body is mostly hairless, but there is a little happy trail leading down to his length and before you ask, it is pink.
Akaza can control most of his body, meaning he can morph and shape it into whatever, so if you were to ask him to remove his pubic hair, he would. It’s no issue.
For you, he literally couldn’t care less if shave your pubic hair or not, although he prefers it to keep it natural. He doesn’t want you to feel pressured to shave it for him anyway.
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I = Intimacy. (How romantic is he in the moment?)
3/5 romantic.
Akaza tries to be romantic, as much as someone can be while being balls deep in someone.
Since there is no room to be very sweet and all in the moment, he’ll try his best o be before and afterwards. Akaza’ll sweet talk you with a lazy grin, his arms slowly wrapping around your shoulders to pull you close against his body. Praises and compliments spill from his mouth as his lips busied themselves by kissing a trail up your neck and your jaw.
Your breath hitched slightly as you felt his hand slowly brush over your waistband, his body pushing and guiding you onto the bed.
“You’re the most beautiful thing in the whole world. Fuck.” Akaza chuckled to himself and stared down at your body below him as he knelt over you. “I’m so doomed.”
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J = Jack off. (Masturbation headcanon) -> pillow humping.
The air around him felt hot. Way too hot. Beads of sweat formed on his shoulders as Akaza hunched over, his hands gripping the sheets below him. A pillow, your pillow, to be exact, was pressed between his flexing thighs. The friction the fabric of his pants working against the soft silk against the pillow was slowly driving his mind to madness.
He closed his eyes as another deep groan slipped him his lips. This was desperate and unlike him— what kind of magic did you use on him to let him end up like this? Desperately humping your pillow as if it were your thigh but it did not come close to comparison.
“M-Mhh— h-hah.” His brows furrow together in slight frustration as his hips moved faster and faster, shocks of pleasure riding up his spine, making him want more and more. Yet it wasn’t enough. It was never enough without you here.
Wherever you were, you have to come home now. Else he’ll completely loose it.
Akaza opened his eyes and awkwardly hopped off the pillow, staring at the wet spot he created during his second-long bliss. “Ah… Fuck.”
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K = Kink. (one or more of his kinks)
1. Bondage.
This goes both ways. Akaza likes the sight of you being bound by your hands and/or legs, beautifully arranged just for him in a way. It doesn’t have to be with ropes, he also likes pinning and binding you down with his own hands.
On the other hand maybe he prefers being bound by you instead. It’s unusual, being at someone’s complete mercy. You can bind his hands together or attach them to the bedposts, perhaps secure his arms behind his back or just trap him between your thighs. Sure, he can easily escape and wiggle out of the restrains, but Akaza certainly doesn’t want to.
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2. Predator-Prey-play.
Usually he’d despise using his demonic nature against you, but if it’s in context of the bedroom, maybe, maybe Akaza’ll not fight the coiling desire that is bubbling in his stomach at the thought of him (gently) biting down into the flesh your neck, you flinching beneath him.
The mental image of your eyes rolling back, your lips desperately trying to suppress a moan while he uses his strength to keep you pinned, his nails leaving crescent marks while he pounds into you at an almost inhumane speed… Akaza should probably bring this fantasy of his up to you.
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L = Location. (His favourite/preferred location)
Might be a little vanilla but he prefers to keep your sex life in the comforts of your bedroom. Everything he personally needs and/or can get for you is nearby, from lube and ropes to fuzzy blankets and towels.
Although there was the occasional sex in the dark forest, especially when you can’t keep yours hands to yourself of his eyes are especially appreciative that night.
The most experimental location was on one of the many rooftops of a colourful shopping district. While people went to get their shopping done before the last stalls close, you had Akaza pinned to the tiles and riding him silly. It was a one-time thing because he literally could not walk afterwards or for the life of him get you both off that roof, not before thoroughly recovering.
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M = Motivation. (What turns him on?)
Oh, there are too many to count. Akaza senses are very finely tuned, which does not make things easier— if you’re leaning over his shoulder to reach for something and your breath grazes his skin one too many times, you’ll see his flushed face leaning away from yours from the corner of your eye.
But mostly, he goes from 0 to a 100 whenever you’re being especially sweet on him. Soft touches, running fingers through his hair, sweet nothings in his ear… if he can sense that there’s an ulterior motive on why you’re being so attentive all the sudden, Akaza’ll eagerly respond.
“Don’t tease me. You’ll know what happened if you keep this up—“ Despite wanting to sound stern, you can hear how desperately he wants you to keep going. Please don’t stop pushing him now.
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N = No. (Immediate turn-offs, things he would never do)
Akaza would never, and he swore his life on this, NEVER hurt you intentionally. He frowns a little whenever he spots bruises forming on your skin after a rougher night, kicking himself mentally for going too far.
It’s fine if you’re into marking, spanking and such, but he’ll definitely draw the line at hurting you or drawing blood. Knifeplay, hardcore painplay and intense choking is something he does not want to do.
It’s too close to actual battles and fights against humans. Akaza doesn’t even want to think about that.
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O = Oral. (preference in giving or receiving)
He definitely prefers giving. Akaza is a muncher and you can fight me on this if you want, I’m dying on this hill.
For the fems…
Pussy if probably his favourite meal out there. He’d gladly let you suffocate him by sitting on his face— if he were able to die like that. Since he can’t Akaza’ll have to stay contented with working his tongue between your folds until you’re crying of overstimulation or physically have to push his face away.
He takes pride in making you cum, not caring about his own pleasure in return. But then again if you ever were to squirt on his face Akaza’d probably cream himself.
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For the mascs…
He was a little hesitant at first. Being in a relationship with a man isn’t (wasn’t) exactly common in Japan, but he did get more comfortable and curious after a while.
Akaza didn’t know how much he liked getting choked by your dick. His ears tear up slightly and his jaw slowly relaxes as he takes you in further and further, making your abdomen muscles contract slightly and your grip on his pink hair tightening…
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Q = Quickie. (His opinion on them)
Not exactly 100% fond of them but also not completely opposed. Akaza would prefer to take his time with you to kiss and touch every inch of your body as he likes and having you do the same, but if he’s especially pent up and with sun is rising soon, you’ll never catch him say no to one.
“I can make it quick.” You felt his lips forming into a grin as he nuzzled against his neck. “If you‘ll let me.”
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R = Risk. (How risky is he willing to be)
Akaza would not be up to getting it on outside while the sun is rising but he is more adventurous than you’d expect.
He isn’t exactly shy about doing it in public, as in he wouldn’t actively ask you to have sex with him in an alleyway, but if one thing leads to another and you tease and push him enough, he might be willing to first carry you out of sight (and ears) before being willing to undress himself. Besides, your body is for his eyes only.
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S = Stamina. (How much stamina does he have?)
As Upper Moon 3 and simply being a demon, he already has extended stamina. He doesn’t have a refractory period, so if you’re really in the mood and up for it, Akaza could for multiple rounds. You tried to tire him out once and compete on who’ll fold and melt first, and so far, you always tap out after round 4 or such.
Overall, he seemingly has infinite stamina.
”What? Tired already? Fine. Cuddles then?”
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T = Toys. (Does he own any? Use them?)
He doesn’t own any and would’ve been glad to live a little longer without knowing about the existence of sex toys. Why would anyone need toys like that? His hands suffice, why aren’t you happy with yours?
Then, Akaza was very opposed to using them on him. The idea was weird and always breaks his brain briefly. It didn’t take much to convince him to try it at least once though.
(Perhaps I’ll write a pegging fic one day)
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U = Unfair. (How teasing is he?)
He loves to tease with both his words and his fingers. If he’s in a mean mood, sometimes it’s both.
You’ll feel his sharp teeth grazing the skin of your shoulder, switching back and forth between kissing and biting.
“You wanted this,” you heard him whisper into your ear. Your hips twitched and nudged against his growing arousal as you were shifting back and forth on his lap. Away from his fingers, maybe, since he won’t stop teasing your folds, his thumb occasionally bumping against your clit. You felt his finger briefly slip into but it was not enough to enjoy it— immediately, he pulled back out.
“C’mon, give me more.”
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V = Volume. (How loud is he? What noises does he make?)
He tries to restrain his moans but he’ll end up groaning and whimpering in your ear anyway. Akaza is not exactly loud but not silent either.
Once he looses control and gets comfortable, he grunts and moans much more. His chest rumbles and they sound throaty, almost desperate. Besides the moans and whimpers he breathless praises between the kissing and suppressed noises, unintentionally most of the time.
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Y = Yearning. (His sex drive)
Akaza had no sex drive before meeting you. You corrupted him somehow.
He feels a little embarrassed at how much he is actually yearning for you, not even within the sexual context. Sometimes he’ll just fantasise about holding hands again and that’s enough to make him blush.
Overall, he has a rather high sex drive but barely acts on it without you initiating it first.
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Z = Zzz. (How quickly will he fall asleep?)
He doesn’t before you do. Akaza’ll make sure you’re all taken care and pampered first.
Like in A = Aftercare, he’ll wipe your sweat away, bring you some water or snacks if you want and then bundle you up in blankets and let your head lie on his chest until you drift away. His fingers brush through your damp hair, down to your shoulders and over your collarbone.
When you’re asleep, that’s when he really takes his time to view you full without you even realising you’re being so lovingly admired.
“I love you.”
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
I couldn’t wait until Kinktober, I had to do this right away… Akaza got me feeling feels after the movie U can’t even. Please don’t throw stones at me for the things I wrote here
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
hello. its me again. could i request a main dish of some akaza angst for whumptober? it can be anything!! have a great day ^_^ -❄️
Become a demon, like me.
You decided to take the offer and turn into a demon. Now, you’re not sure if you should’ve.
Pairing: Akaza x gn!demon!reader
Prompt: Organ theft
(This one is a little more bloody and descriptive when it comes to the eating part of being a demon!)
He knelt beside your trembling body, his expression almost apathetic. His hand brushed over your back gently, providing you with a slimmer or comfort. Eat. It should give you some energy.”
You will not eat. Over your dead body will you sink your teeth into anything that the opened corpse across you is offering you. Akaza graciously sliced it open for you to make it easier to pick something to your liking and plucking it out, like some sort of fresh fruit. You wanted to hurl at his feet as a thanks for this oh so gracious gesture.
He sighed softly and lifted you by the shoulders, assisting you to sit upright against the wall of your bedroom. You saw his slightly annoyed expression, so different from the usual shy smile or softened eyes you fell in love with.
“If you want to become stronger, survive, you have to eat. You knew this before.” Akaza buried his hand inside the abdomen of the corpse that laid by his feet, severing the liver from its’ confines and ripped a small piece. His fingers held it right in front of your face.
You shook your head rapidly. “No. N-No. N-No— I won’t.”
Anger was beginning to rise within him and you can see it boil to his head. You didn’t even register it when a force wrapped around your throat, claws digging into your skin. You felt sharp, hot pain searing through your whole body— is he breaking the bones in your neck?!
You barely registered how his face morphed into one of distain, him leaning closer towards your face as you choked slightly on a metallic taste that former inside your throat, his cold breath fanning your face. “Eat.”
Forcefully, his fingers shoved the piece of meat into your mouth before shutting your jaw shut, another hand wrapping around your chin to keep your mouth shut.
You closed your eyes to please, please shut everything out for just a second. Instead your mouth was assaulted by the taste of blood, the flesh of the liver slowly melting on your tongue as you refused to swallow the cursed thing down. The hand gripping your jaw tightened. Akaza knows you’re refusing it, refusing him.
Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as vomit fills your mouth in disgust. Your eyes begged him to let you go, to undo this mistake, to turn you human. Why, why did you agree to become a demon like him? Just because you loved him?
It was foolish.
Helplessly you swallowed everything down. The meat, your previous stomach contents and your own blood. A pathetic whimper is the only thing you let out before his hand finally released your throat and face.
“Good. You did well.” Instead, his fingers brushed through your hair, just like during the nights when he came to your bed and held you in his arms. Akaza placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before standing back on his feet, pulling you up with him. “You’ll get used to eat in time, trust me.”
“I love you.”
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
IFHY (from Tyler) immediately started playing in my head after writing I love you lmao. Hope you liked this one anon, tbh this was a little different from what I usually write :,)
Here’s my spooktober event and the whumptober list <3
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!
please do a akaza ver. of the kyojuro 'thighs, thighs, thighs!' please 🩷
Akaza’s thighs.
Thighs, thighs, thighs— sometimes, they are all you can stare at when your boyfriend is over, and it’s not very respectful staring.
Pairing: Akaza x fem!reader
This is part one. Part two will be NSFW and posted soon!
Light NSFW below. MDNI— Minors do not interact please!
Akaza laid back on your plush bed, enjoying being around your scent again after being apart from you for so long. You were lying right beside him as he further slipped into the feeling of bliss, his heavy arm resting over your thighs while his eyes were scanning your face for any difference from the last time he saw you. He scanned your features, from your hair down to your lips, cheekbones, jawline, your eyes…
Your boyfriend noticed that you were scanning something very intensively while seemingly trying to be subtle. Curious, he followed your gaze and checked what you were staring at, only to find that you were staring at his thighs for some reason.
A little bit of insecurity began bubbling inside his stomach as he rolled over onto his stomach to conceal them slightly, giving your thigh a small squeeze to shift the attention to him.
“Enjoying the view?”
You snapped your head to him as a bright blush covered your whole face. A grin started growing on Akaza’s face as he was watching your reaction.
“I wasn’t staring!”
A warm laugh rumbled in his chest as he began flexing his thigh, reaching out to grab his right one, wrapping his hand around the tense muscle to emphasise through his pants just how defined they really are.
“Mhm, right. You weren’t staring just now then?”
You swallowed hard as a traitorous heat began pooling inside your stomach, matching the warmth of the blush on your face. You cannot help but imagine how it would feel like to sit on his lap and—
“Come here. Might as well see if they live up to your imagination.”
As if knowing exactly what you were thinking, Akaza leaned back against the headboard of your bed and encouragingly patted his lap, although it felt more like a command rather than an offer.
A mix of embarrassment and curiosity bubbled up in your chest as you slowly crawled over and onto his thigh, feeling his thighs slowly tense beneath you as you shifted your weight onto them. His large palms found your waist as he pulled you closer to his chest.
“Go ahead, I won’t stop you.”
Tentatively, you slid a hand over his thighs, quietly marvelling at their sheer strength and perfectly sculpted being. The fabric of his hakama pants did conceal a lot of them, so you pressed down slightly to test their resistance.
Akaza was watching you explore his thighs so curiously with a small grin. He lazily slid his hand downwards to your bottom and gave you a small squeeze as if to encourage you to go on. You glared at him for squeezing you like this without a warning.
“C’mon, you’re basically want to grind on my thighs and I’m now allowed to give you a little squeeze? Unfair.”
Your boyfriend just gave you the perfect solution to calm the excitement and warmth pooling in your stomach. You bit your lip as you paid attention to his thighs again, hesitating for a moment before sliding one leg over his right thigh, straddling it. Akaza almost felt your heat seep through the fabric of his pants and onto his skin.
His hands immediately steadied you by your waist, as if knowing exactly what you’re about to do, leaning back to rest his head on the headboard with a teasing smirk.
“Like… this?”
He murmured, his tone a mix of curiosity and arousal as his gaze roamed over your arching body, watching you experimentally rocked your hips and ground your waist down onto his tense muscle. The movement continued to send jolts through your whole body your the fabric of your underwear created even more friction. Both warmth and wetness pool up between your legs.
“Look at you, using me like this. You’re adorable.”
“Sh-Shut up!”
You muttered, trying to protest against his teasing but failed miserably as your voice was weakened, drowned out by the heat pooling in your core. Akaza grip on your waist tightened, guiding your movement with lazy precision. He chuckled darkly and leaned closer to your ear, his lips brushed up against your ear.
“Don’t stop now. I want to see just how much you can enjoy this.”
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Sorry it took so long to write!! I hope you enjoyed this anyway <33 I’ll be posting a part 2 soon enough where you’ll get full blown smut! I was quite nervous when writing this actually, I think this is my third attempt on it or something XD
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
Note: I have two more pegging requests for Akaza in my inbox, so I had to at least do one fic!!
His breath shuddered and you could hear the headboard of your bed creak in agony as Akaza’s grip tightened around it. His head was buried in one of your pillows to muffle the almost humiliating sounds he was making. “Shhh, just relax.”
You’re glad he got comfortable enough with his idea, although convincing him to relax as you got the lube was already hard enough (pun unintended), and the night almost ended when Akaza almost came on your fingers alone. Pride swelled up in your chest as your hips finally met his. He looked so beautiful like this.
You didn’t move for a moment, letting him adjust to the overwhelming feeling. His eyes were closed and his back arched beautifully, his hand blindly reaching out to hold yours.
“Fuck— I-I..” His brain was scrambled into mush without you even having to move the slightest. “Can you handle more?” “Mhm.”
Slowly you moved your hips and immediately, Akaza’s grip on your hand tightened as he felt so empty all of the sudden. Did he seriously miss that toy of yours already? You haven’t even done anythi—
A shallow thrust of your hips and the cock nudging against his prostate earned you a loud moan he couldn’t stop from escaping from him. His cock twitched as precum began to leak out of his tip, your hand wrapping around his shaft and stroking it alongside your thrusts. “Oh fuck—“
His back arched further and his heels dug into the mattress below. Akaza feels like he was about explode— the pleasure was both too much and not enough. He needed more of you inside him, on him, around him. Just you, you, you.
It didn’t take long for his cock to shoot spurts of cum onto his stomach and chest, already completely overstimulated without you barely moving. “O-Oh, are you okay? That was quick..”
You watched his chest heave as you slowly unsheathed yourself from him, his thighs trembling slightly with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His eyes were staring at the ceiling.
“W-We need to do this again.” “Did you enjoy yourself?” “I need to build stamina….” “Akaza…” “Tomorrow night. Again.”
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
I feel like Akaza would get competitive- he can’t have himself cum after thrust 3, that’s embarrassing for an Upper Moon. Gotta train his stamina
Here’s the spooktober event <3
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
hi miss vry!! i want to request akaza x fem reader where she loves to kind of worship his body? like, she loves to kiss his abs and arms, she always complements him, etc? thank youu <3
Body worship — Akaza.
How will your lover react to you being very handsy with him?
Pairing: Akaza x gn!reader
Genre: Fluff, lightly suggestive
Note: I have a couple drafts I’m working on for different fandoms, I can kinda feel my motivation returning to me!! Also I haven’t answered requests in a while so here you go <3
Akaza is a prideful demon in a way. He is proud of his body and the amount of work he put into it to become the powerful being he is, but your lover never really defined himself as handsome. Only you did.
To him, looks and appearance is useless. How can a pretty face help you in battle? Sure, Akaza knows Douma’s looks lure humans to eat to his temple and Gyokko’s face is a rather artistic choice, but it’s rather unnecessary to fuss over his face or appearance.
But you seem to think otherwise.
You admire him quietly during training, letting your eyes shamelessly trailing down his muscular back and down to his legs, watching as his calves flexed with every step, trying to not imagine being crushed between his thighs. Whenever Akaza finally rests and curls up in bed with you in arms, your fingers trail down his arms and you watch as his brows furrow in confusion and muscles slowly tense beneath your touch.
“What are you doing?” He mumbles quietly, his face previously buried in your neck, now slowly lifting to watch your fingers. “Stop that. Or else.” Akaza tries to sound a little threatening but seriously fails. Your smirk just grew and your fingers glided up to his bicep.
“I’m admiring my personal demon. He’s really handsome.” You felt Akaza’s arms snake around your waist and snugly pull you against him with a hum, not really acknowledging your words. You leaned down and placed light kisses on his bicep while your hands slid over shoulders and down to his back, to his waist.
Akaza flinched at the kisses and glared at you, confused on what are you doing. “What are you trying to achieve? I’m giving you whatever you want, just tell me what it is.” His hands mirrored your position and moved to your waist to pull you away from him again.
“I told you already, ‘kaza.” You cupped his face with your free hand and watched as he rolled his eyes slightly, his face slowly becoming more and more pink with every passing second.
“I don’t need you to… do that.” You heard him mumble. You couldn’t help but giggle a little. “I know you don’t but I really, really like seeing you get all cute like that.” Akaza huffed. You felt his muscles finally ease up beneath you as you leaned over him to straddle his waist. His hands instinctively found their place on your thighs.
His face looker concentrated as if trying to look composed but you know him well enough to know that he is probably anything but. With a grin, you leaned down and began trailing soft kissed between his pecks, to his abs where you came to a stop. Akaza let out a breath he didn’t know he was keeping in his lungs.
“Let me return the favour to you at least?”
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
I’m planning on writing for demon slayer a little more so look forward to that!
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I saw your request for "Kokushibo surprise kiss" and i was wondering if you could make it for the others, upper moon two and three?
Surprise kiss
What will their reaction be to be teased with a surprise kiss while being busy?
Pairing: Douma, Akaza x reader
Here the surprise kiss with Kokushibo <3
Douma
Douma was talking with a few followers who were curious about the sermon he just held. He was speaking to them with his signature smile, but you noticed how his eyes weren’t shining like they usually do when he’s with you. He held a happy face for his followers, but was obviously either bored out of his mind or feeling too lazy to be a proper priest today. Perhaps the reason for it is how you’ve been neglecting him regarding affections lately. Not on purpose of course, you’re just busy helping Douma’s followers with simple chores around the temple, like washing clothes, dusting the shrines or teaching the kids about botany in the gardens. It’s fun talking to all the different people in his cult and get to know their stories, although your husband is not the biggest fan of that. Once you tire yourself out during the day, you barely have energy to properly coddle and drown Douma in affection like he deserves it. That’s why he’s been a little less enthusiastic about doing his duties as a priest.
You silently snuck up on your husband while he was talking to a couple followers. The people speaking to him noticed your sneaking around and raised an eyebrow but didn’t blow your cover. You are the founder’s wife after all. You stood behind Douma and tapped his shoulder to get his attention. He turned to face you, his expression brightening up almost immediately.
“My lotus! What do you need?”
You quickly cupped his cheeks and lightly squished them together before pulling him down to your hight, crashing your lips onto his. He jerked a little at the sudden affection you so openly showed but quickly leaned into the kiss with a huge grin. He slowly slipped his ceremonial hat off his head and pulled you a little closer, his tongue trying to intrude into your warmth. Your husband ignored the quiet gasps of surprise and hard stares digging into his back from his followers and simply covered your faces from them with his large hat.
They were spared from the sight but not the sounds of your lips meeting over and over. The followers had no choice but to awkwardly stand there while their founder finally got the affection he craved for days now. You had to push Douma away by the chest to finally catch a breath. He pouted once you pulled away, placing his hat back on top of his head.
“We’ll continue this later, shall we?~”
His large grin and sparkling rainbow eyes are already predicting your fate for tonight.
Akaza
He has been taking a rest from training, watching some kind of festival in a village from afar, on top of a rooftop. Akaza was alone and didn’t want any company for now. Muzan has been swamping him with all kinds of missions and tasks, on top of him training to reach his peak daily exhausted him to no end. He knows he has been neglecting you for a while, so your husband didn’t even want to confront you and hear you complain about him not being around. He knows that you have a reason to be mad but just doesn’t have the energy to listen to you.
Akaza craves your affections and presence just as you crave him. He really does, that man just keeps pulling him away from you. His thoughts kept swirling and running in circles, all circling around you. His eyes were unfocused on the lights of the festival afar and his mind dissociating, that’s why he didn’t notice you sneaking up.
Nakime teleported you on the same rooftop he used to hide from you after begging for almost an hour to her to let you see your husband. You missed Akaza and understood him well, meaning you knew that he was hiding from you to avoid listening to you complain about his lack of attention your husband was giving you. You pounced him from behind, wrapping your arms around his chest and peppering multiple kisses onto his neck. You felt how he almost instantly tensed beneath you. Akaza grabbed your arms and threw you over his shoulder, slamming you against the tiles of the rooftop out of instinct. He seriously thought you were some kind of perverted demon slayer that snuck up on him for a split second before quickly realising that it was obviously you, his spouse. His eyes widened and he quickly let go of your arms and leaned away, kneeling over you.
“I’m so sorry, are you hurt? Humans are incredibly fragile-“
Before he could continue to rant about this being the exact reason why he wants you to become a demon, you pulled him back onto your lips. Akaza grunted in surprise before finally melting into the kiss, resting all his weight onto his forearms, pinning you between them. He silently leaned away and just stared into your eyes for a moment. Then, you finally grunted out in pain and rubbed your lower back.
“You stupid hunk… how could you not sense your wife sneaking up?”
“I told you I’m sorry. I have suggested to you many times to become a demon, but you never listen, wife.”
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Of course I’d write something for three of my favourite Upper Moons! I hope you enjoyed it as much as you did Kokushibo’s part, anon!! I just ordered a Kokushibo plushie and am looking forward to have him join Douma. Now I just need Muzan, Akaza and Gyutaro!
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
Take care of yourselves <3 I appreciate every single one of you interacting with my posts!
