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.”
Hello hello, I was wondering if you could please write a story (Short scenario) with the Hashiras and maybe the three upper moons. Where the reader aka their S/O had a small fight and is currently ignoring them but then she needs something from them that makes here go there like "Can you please open this for me/help me with this". I just think it would be cute to see their reaction to the reader being all flustered about having to ask them for help.
(Take your time and stay safe i luv you~) 💛❤️💛❤️
Giving your boyfriend the silent treatment…
…until you need help opening something. (Includes both Hashira and Upper Moons)
Sanemi would grow incredibly frustrated when you use the silent treatment against him. He’d try to ignore you as well by crossing his arms over his chest and sit in a different room, back facing the door at all times. He can’t stop thinking about you brooding and being upset with him, wich in return, makes him even more angry! Gods, you’re infuriating sometimes.
But once you come up to him and ask him to open a new jar of jam, he’d try to look mad, even though he wasn’t.
“You sure got some nerve to ask me now.”
He tries to show you that he still is kinda pissed with you, but still loves you. Sanemi would grumble about your timing and attitude from before while wrestling with the lid. After struggling for multiple minutes and failing, he got upset again and just gave it back to you, grumbling.
“Ask someone else, damnit! Don’t annoy me.”
Kyojuro Rengoku
Arguments are the worst for him. Kyojuro will feel and look like a distraught puppy who just got denied love for the rest of his life. He understands that you need space and will provide it, but the silent treatment is really breaking his heart. Kyojuro would sometimes try to start a conversation by asking about you what you’re doing or how you’re feeling.
He will feel absolutely delighted when you talk to him again. Of course he’d open a bottle for you! Happily so!
“Give it to me, I got it!”
Kyojuro popped the lid with ease and handed the bottle back to you, giving you puppy eyes and a bright smile. You seriously can’t ignore him anymore, it’s just too sad to see him depressed…
“Oh! You’re talking to me again! I’ve missed you, my flame!”
Gyomei Himejima
Although he’s not fond of your methods of resolving conflict and considers them a little childish, Gyomei will oblige, for now.
He will give you the same treatment you’re giving him, but will still remain around your person. Gyomei’ll silently meditate or pray while you continue your antics, being just as quiet as you are. He’d ponder about arguments he could deliver to you to break your silence and resolve this issue, but before he could come up with anything, you come up to him with a jar of honey. After you ask him to open it for you, Gyomei would softly smile and take the jar.
“Of course, my pearl.”
He opened it with ease and handed it back to you, but before you could go back to whatever you were doing, Gyomei’d speak up again.
“How about we resolve our argument now? I do not want to continue to fight.”
Giyu Tomioka
Giyu would unintentionally give you the silent treatment after arguments, and you decided to give one back. After noticing the lack of conversations and the sound of your voice, he’d feel more sad and try to avoid you all together to avoid even more conflict or your silent side glances. Giyu jumps slightly when you ask him to open a jar of fermented foods. He was incredibly surprised that you’d want to talk to him.
“Mhm. Give it.”
He… struggled with opening it. He tried around for two more minutes until he managed to open it with a spoon and using 80% of his strength. He feels embarrassed for failing opening something for you.
“You’re welcome.”
Tengen Uzui
How unflashy of you to ignore him like this. Do you know how bratty you look like? Sometimes he just wants to stick out his tongue at you when you’re not looking. Tengen would sulk and complain to the other girls about you, but Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma stick to you and your petty silent treatment, but they’d stick to you and would ignore him as well. You’re all ganging up on him at this point.
But once you come back to him and ask him for help opening your favourite drink, Tengen would feign being helpful.
“Gimme that, I’ll open it for you, beautiful~”
He’d open the glass for you and then proceed to chug everything down in one go, right in front of you while making sure to stay out of your reach.
“That’s what you get for being bratty!”
(He was not allowed back into the bedroom that night)
Kokushibo
You are being very immature. Kokushibo can give you the same silent treatment you are giving him, and he will outlast you by far. He will act very nonchalant about you ignoring him and will stop attempting making conversation after two tries. Kokushibo would return to his training or meditation, or sometimes even go on long missions to punish you even more for acting this petty.
Once you come back to him and ask him to open a jar of jam for you, Kokushibo will just stare you down silently.
“…..”
He proceeded to give you the silent treatment and not open the jar for you. You were left to fend for yourself. But at somepoint, Kokushibo could not watch you struggling to open the jar by using a sharp knife in hopes to get the lid loose. He snatched the jar out of your hands and opened it with ease.
“Here. Take it. Don’t try that again, you will injure yourself.”
Douma
Your silent treatment is very entertaining to Douma. Is this your way to punish him? How funny! He will try everything to make you break your silence by annoying you. Douma will nuzzle into your neck, kiss your most sensitive spots, whine into your ear, complain about your behaviour, poke against your cheek and pinch your skin. C’mon, do something with him! Anything! Stop ignoring him! Douma just kept following you around, whining around like a child.
Finally, you he saw you struggling with opening a jar of tea herbs and offered to help.
“Need help with that, lotus?”
Douma snatched the jar out of your hand and opened in a matter of seconds, but didn’t hand it back. He wanted you to say “I love you” before he hands it back. You gave in while heavily rolling your eyes, but Douma wasn’t satisfied with that. After a back and forth, you finally satisfied him by saying “I love you my dearest, lovely Douma” in a sincere tone. In his eyes, he won your silent treatment game.
“I won! Awww, why do you look so mad? Here, take your herbs back…. No thank you? What, are you ignoring me again?! Come ooooonnnn…”
Akaza
He was hurt and slightly scared by your silent treatment. Are you planning to leave him? Akaza would understand that. He’s rough, angry, a demon, prideful, not good with expressing his thoughts… the list of his flaws go on. Your silence is making him incredibly nervous and he let his nervous energy out during training and against the walls of the infinity castle until his knuckles bleed.
Then, finally, you approach Akaza with a problem: you can’t open your jar of candies. He felt himself smile slightly at your defeated face.
“So now you need me? Hm.”
Akaza casually tried slipping the lid off, but it was stuck. He felt his pride crumble bit by bit with everytime he tried opening the lid and failed. His anger rose and he slammed the jar against the corner of the wall, shattering the top of the glas jar off. The glass fell in onto your feet.
“… There.”
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This was one of my favourite requests so far! Thank you so much for requesting!! I’m currently working on How the Upper Moons would react to your affection, similar to what I posted with the hashira, so I was kinda switching back and forth between this and the other fic. Somehow, when I feel stressed, I’m the most creative and productive xD
Also, I absolutely love reading all of your comments and reposts. Some made me laugh out loud in public, so thank you for that!
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!! <3
And given that~ I'll write this fic as an entry for this XD Then yes, I will continue my other fics so not sure if I can do more for Kinktober hahahaha!
Content Warnings: Obedience Kink / Control Kink / Dominance Kink / Choking / Penetration / Dubcon / Mild blood play / Curse Words / NSFW / 18+ Mentions of Death / Manipulation / Rough Sex / Degredation Kink / Slut
"Just take my breath away… just… kill me…demon!"
You can see how intense his eyes are staring at you right now. It's as if his gaze could melt you, like ice cream under the sun. But no, it's late at night… you were supposed to be practising your breathing style, but why are you squirming beneath his larger muscular frame right now?
Yes… it was supposed to be just you, under the calm moonlight, practising the breathing that seemed to be… flowing perfectly on your body. You don't know what this is, but it seems like something inside you had changed as you swung your Nichirin sword under the night sky.
It was as if… your breathing suddenly changed…
And maybe it did… But what breath is this? Why does it feel much more suitable to your body?
It's as if something went inside of you and took control of your lungs, your limbs, your feet… It was as if you were dancing with the moonlight, with the ruffling of the trees and the sound of the crickets as music to your ears.
But suddenly, everything became silent.
Goosebumps formed on your body; this has never happened before. It seemed like even the insects were suddenly afraid… it even seemed like the trees were also too scared to dance with the wind.
And before you could move a finger… your body froze with an unfamiliar aura which you suddenly felt.
You're a new demon slayer… you can't even master Wind Breathing perfectly… All you just know is that you need to control your breathing right now and never show whatever caused this silence, that you are scared.
Is this caused by a demon?
"You dare imitate my art with such clumsy precision?"
No killing strike came, but a deep voice suddenly echoed, making your knees tremble a bit. Before you could even turn away to look at what the source of this was, he appeared in front of your eyes, as if your fear had summoned him.
Six glowing eyes stared down at you… a look that you have never once seen in your life. A look of pure disdain and dismay, mixed with wonder and calmness… it was impossible, but the demon in front of you had these emotions all over him when he buried his gaze in your trembling form.
"That stance… I know it. But your form is flawed."
"W..what do you mean?" You know that talking to this abomination won't do you any good, but his words left you nothing but fear and curiosity. Your grip on your purple Nichirin sword tightened as you looked at him, feigning strength despite all your organs wanting to run away from him right now.
He stepped forward… and there, you saw two of his eyes more clearly.
"U…Upper Moon One…"
And there, you knew this could be your last night. You're no Hashira-level… You've barely had enough time training, and yet now you are face to face with none other than the Upper Moon One.
You suddenly felt as if your chest tightened. However, you tried your best to fight it and pulled up a stance that surprised the demon in front of you.
With your sword landing on his shoulder, Kokushibo couldn't help but feel a sense of amazement. It was his legacy… that style… your breathing. How did this happen?
Kokushibo intended to ask questions, but you abruptly sliced his now-healed shoulder. But before the tip of your sword touched him again, you felt his hands wrap around your neck. His touch is not deadly, yet it is just enough to halt you.
With his hands hard around your throat, you couldn't help but notice the shivering and pain that began to emerge in your body. The pressure of his fingers heightened the sound of your own breath in your ears, causing the air in your lungs to tremble as your gaze jumped upward to meet his. He could crush you within just a second, but no attacks came.
Instead, his deep voice emerged from the pits of hell inside his body.
"You breathe like me… yet your body resists the rhythm. Foolish…" His voice was deep, low, carrying that quiet threat only true predators had.
Your lips parted to speak, but the words fell between your short breaths. His thumb traced the contour of your jaw, almost reverent—even mockingly so—as if testing the fragility of human flesh.
"I should kill you, you know. But you’ve done something far more interesting than I expected. To take in the Moon Breathing… and let it take you back."
Moon breathing?
You can't believe what you're hearing right now. Was it that ancient breathing style? How did you learn about it? All you just did right now was to dance with the moonlight—to let your body be controlled by the feeling of peace that you suddenly felt.
And yes, if that is what he calls taking you back, perhaps that's what's happened. Maybe it was his breathing style after all. Yet the question of how you knew about the style still lingered in the air… All you know is that you've loved the moon ever since… that's it.
The space between you seemed electric, and each inhalation was sharp and weighty with something other than fear. The air smelt like grass, steel, and something faintly sweet—your heartbeat.
"Breathe," he commanded, voice rougher now. "Show me how your lungs obey you. Or do they only obey me now?"
When you did, shakily, his fingers tightened slightly, pushing you to concentrate on the rhythm. You could feel the heat in his body, the proximity, and how your mind shifted between pain and exhilaration. His fingers brushed against your throat again, and his lips curved slightly—cruelly.
"That’s it," he murmured. "Let me hear that breath."
The rhythm of your breathing slipped under his control, with every exhale captured by the smallest movement of his palm. The weight of his body held you down, leaving your sword in the grass beside you.
When he leaned in, his voice lowered to a whisper that almost touched your ear.
"Even if you won't speak… I can hear it… but no, the moon doesn't dance… It commands the night. And now… I want you to obey my words… if you want to live."
And with that, he shifted, his presence overwhelming and his control complete. Each movement was intentional, and his tone fluctuated between disgust and fascination. His power was more than simply physical; it was stifling in the way it consumed your thoughts, turning your attention solely on him.
I… I want to live… but…
But suddenly, with the last of your adrenaline, you kicked him and escaped, grabbing your blade and pointing it at him.
"Just take my breath away… just… kill me…demon!"
As though it were wrong—a curse—to let his Moon Breathing flow flawlessly inside your soul, you yelled. It belonged to the devil. And even if it seemed ideal for you, you can't handle this. You won't ever betray your true master, the Wind Hashira, Sanemi. You won't alter your breathing for any other reason.
"So now, you're thinking that you can command me? A feeble slayer like you?" His voice, low, piercing, and as cold as steel, pierced the night. It was like holding a single twig against a hurricane, even if you managed to keep your Nichirin sword stable in front of him.
He didn't have to get much closer. His presence alone filled the clearing, pressing on your senses with an invisible weight.
"You truly believe that I can be intimidated by your sword? Your determination? Your devotion to the corps and… your Hashira?"
His six eyes shone, icy and sharp, as though they could see right through all of your self-deceptions—your thoughts.
You tightened your grip, chest rising and falling rapidly, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "I… I won’t let you… Who are you really—"
"Do you feel the weight of centuries in me?"
"I don't care about that…"
"And if I let you escape now… if I let you run—"
"Just kill me, you fucking demon!"
You lunged forward, letting your Nichirin arc through the air in a single, furious strike.
"First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!"
The blade screamed, cutting through the night breeze—but when it reached him, Kokushibo hadn’t even moved. His six eyes held yours, calm, unflinching, and impossibly aware of every motion.
The wind from your slash faded, leaving only the oppressive weight of his presence pressing down. You staggered slightly, chest heaving, realising too late that your attack, fierce as it was, had changed nothing. Against him, even your strongest strike felt like a test he observed with detached amusement.
Before you could ready another move, the ground beneath you shifted. Kokushibo closed the distance effortlessly, and the next moment you were on the floor, his massive frame towering over you. The shadow of his form swallowed the moonlight, and the sheer inevitability of him pinned you in place, every nerve alert.
One hand gripped your throat—not enough to crush, but enough to assert complete control. Your breaths came shallow, each inhale a reminder of your vulnerability, while his six glowing eyes studied you, unblinking.
"You are reckless," he murmured, low and deliberate. "Yet that storm inside of you… it fascinates me." The predator had claimed his prey, and there was no escaping the weight of his presence.
"L-Let me go!" you squirmed beneath him, but nothing helped. Kokushibo tightened his grip on your throat, making you a bit hazy right now.
You can see how intense his eyes are staring at you right now. It's as if his gaze could melt you, like ice cream under the sun. But no, it's late at night… you were supposed to be practising your breathing style, but why are you squirming beneath his larger muscular frame right now?
"Hush… Slayer," he murmured, voice low and smooth, brushing the edge of your ear with words that were as dangerous as they were intoxicating. "You should fear me… yet you’re here. Why didn’t you run?" Each syllable was deliberate, teasing, a whisper that drew your focus entirely to him.
He seemed to read every thought that flashed across your face as his eyes grew sharper and darker. He didn't touch you even though he leaned slightly closer—so close that you could feel the heat emanating from him. Each inch of closeness served as a purposeful test, a silent inquiry into how much you would allow him to control the room.
"You… intrigue me," he murmured, voice low, smooth, and almost hypnotic. "Not many can hold my attention like this. You're no… Wind Breather… that doesn't suit you well… Don't pretend."
Kokushibo's eyes followed the tenseness in your jaw and the rapid rise and fall of your chest, never leaving your gaze. He felt a slow, precise thrill from the slight quiver in your fingers and the slight catch in your breath. It was more than just attraction; it was a pull that neither of you could resist—a combination of fascination, control, and desire.
"L-let… go of me," you gasped, struggling beneath him, though the weight of his body pinned you on the ground effortlessly.
Slowly, deliberately, you suddenly felt his fingers brush along your thigh, teasing just enough to make your skin shiver. He leaned closer, chest nearly pressing against you, his presence heavy, magnetic.
"Can you feel this connection?" he murmured, low and deliberate, letting his fingers trail a little higher, brushing along the sensitive curve of your leg. He leaned even closer, breath warm against your ear. "Perhaps… it’s because of the breathing you did earlier… you're doing… now…" he said, letting his thumb graze your skin. "It seems like you’re in sync with me, whether you like it or not."
His shoulder and chest pushed closer, his fingers still tracing slow, tantalising patterns along your thigh, every movement intended to elicit your response. He shifted slightly, and you felt something hard press against your stomach, purposeful, probing, a subtle assertion of space and presence.
His gaze locked onto yours, dark, hypnotic, unblinking. "It’s remarkable…" he murmured, low and smooth, letting his breath brush your ear. "How naturally you respond… even when you think you’re resisting."
His fingers lingered along your thigh, sliding inside your skirt, each movement drawing out a reaction before you even realised it. His chest pressed closer, warmth brushing against you, presence heavy and magnetic.
"Why don't we test this?" he murmured, low and hypnotic, letting his breath ghost over your ear. "This… connection. It pulls you, doesn’t it?"
You were betrayed by your body, which reacted to him in unexpected ways. Your attention, focus, and senses were tightened around him by every delicate movement of his hand, every change in his weight, and every gloomy, unblinking gaze.
He leaned closer, lips almost brushing, voice soft but commanding: "I could feel you… wanting something… But let's see if this connection… will draw you in."
The hand on your thigh traced slow, teasing patterns again, every motion pulling, claiming, and guiding, and you realised you weren’t resisting anymore. Not fully.
Even pinned beneath him, every nerve, every breath, every heartbeat seemed to answer him—drawn in, caught, hypnotised, completely within the rhythm he set. And yes… you realised… the way you breathe—this is how he wanted you to do… what his actions commanded you to.
"That technique you did is born of me. My pulse. My will." His eyes narrowed, pupils thinning like blades. "And now it lives in you."
The space between you tightened—heat, breath, and the weight of every word hanging in the air. He drew closer until his voice was almost a vibration against your skin.
"So tell me," he murmured, "if you carry my breathing… how can you not be mine?"
His other hand lingered around your throat, the moment balanced on a knife‑edge—control and surrender, challenge and pull—everything poised to break into whatever happens next.
Tears came without warning, blurring your vision as you struggled, but his voice, low and velvety, wrapped around your mind, his fingers tracing teasing patterns along your thigh. The fight drained from you, and you trembled, utterly surrendered, caught in the pull of him.
He leaned in until his breath brushed your ear, voice smooth as a blade drawn in slow motion. "Good," he said, the words quiet but absolute. “Now stop fighting what’s already mine and… let me… claim you.”
You wanted to move once again, but then Kokushibo's grip on your throat tightened as his other hand slid dangerously towards your inner thighs.
"No…"
This is wrong, and you know it, but despite your squirming, you can't help but feel something more than fear oozing out of your body. Kokushibo's lips curved into a mocking smirk as his lips slowly brushed on your neck, licking the protruding vein as you struggled to breathe under his control.
You felt his lips trailing a slow, deliberate path along your neck, teeth grazing softly at the sensitive skin. His warm breath fanned over you as he murmured,
"You try to resist… yet your pulse betrays the truth. You want this. Every tense line in your body… every shiver… so exquisitely alive, so perfectly fragile for me."
Each word wrapped around you like a binding, tugging at your will, and despite the protests racing through your mind, your body arched instinctively, drawn impossibly closer to him.
I…I want this? But… no…. but he feels so… good…
A whimper escaped as you felt his fingers brush against your clothed clit. Fuck yes… this is… good. Your mind swirled in a haze, blurred and trembling under the sudden rush of lust and anger that surged through you for this impossible, predatory Upper Moon demon.
"Breathe… breathe for me… Let me claim you before I ruin you… Moon Breather… my… legacy bringer."
His hands held you with a possessive precision, tilting your body just so, weight pinning you in place without effort. "You were never meant to escape… never meant to resist. Every pulse, every shiver… all of it speaks to me. You are mine… my successor, my reflection… my inevitability."
Kokushibo's one hand teased insistently against your slit, finally slipping it inside your now wet cunt. This made him feel the heat that he shouldn't feel at all. He should just kill you… But why would he do that if he can seduce you into being his… companion forever… preserving his beloved breathing style with you?
You felt yourself reddening as his fingers brushed your slick cunt. His grip on your neck loosened, letting a bit of air enter your lungs. Yet, the way Kokushibo grinds his hardened, clothed cock against your thighs, and the way his fingers go up and down on your wet slit, it's drawing shivers, and yet, it's so rhythmic, as if he is guiding how you inhale and exhale.
"I can feel it… your desire, unbidden… wet and trembling for me. You're… definitely… mine now. And you'll be a good girl… just for me… tonight, right? You're going to… make me proud… right?"
Your struggles faltered as a strange clarity washed over you—the resistance in your limbs felt hollow, meaningless against the weight of his presence, his voice, and his claim. It was as if he was reading you… and now, filling the gaps within you.
Every whispered word, every low murmur praising you as his successor, threaded into your mind like a spell, highlighting something you had never heard before: someone believing in your worth… even in a way that made your chest ache with confusion and longing. The insecurities you carried, the doubts you had buried, now twisted into something dangerous, something sinful, making you tremble and finally whisper… yes.
And ironically, with that, all the virtues you uphold in the corps, all the defiance against Kokushibo's claim, and all the image of your hero—your master Sanemi—it all faded with the wind.
Kokushibo finally claimed your lips, kissing you hard as if there were no tomorrow. And there… you gave in fully, letting him take control without any struggle, every pulse and shiver a testament to the claim he had made over you.
"My slayer, breathe… for me… slowly… no, faster… good… just like that," he murmured, each word a tether to him as he massaged the lips of your wet cunt with his slick finger. Your body matched the rhythm he demanded, shivering and gasping in hypnotic obedience, utterly consumed by the pull of his claim as you wanted to… make him proud.
He whispered, his lips brushing your neck, "Good… Yes… Obey my words..."
"Just… focus on your breathing… Focus on… me..." Every syllable made your chest ache, drawing you further into the haze of want he had created, even as your body continued to tremble beneath him, every shiver betraying your surrender.
His dark eyes glimmered with predatory satisfaction as he leaned back, giving way to his hands to rip your top from your body in a swift, deliberate motion. You gasped… You should be running right now, and yet you're still here, with lust coated on both of your eyes.
Fabric tore under his hands, leaving your tits and hardened nipples exposed to him, every curve bare. His own clothes followed, peeled away slowly, revealing the hard, veiny sweep of his forearms, sculpted chest, and taut abs that shone ethereally under the bright moonlight.
He is not a demon… He's the Moon God…
You let your hazy thoughts inside your head, watching him wanting you so much that made you feel the heat between your legs become more intense.
And yes, the dam in you was broken when he finally revealed his cock—thick, long, undeniably powerful, pulsing with dominance and intent. This is the one that will pierce your womanhood later, breaking everything as you… get claimed.
Lips brushed your ear, teeth grazing lightly as he murmured, "That look suits you—acceptance, desire… mine."
As if something came inside of your head to control you once again, you reached out to wrap your hands around his neck—kind of making the demon a bit startled at first too—and leaned in on his chest, inhaling his surprisingly flower-like scent.
"T-Tell me your name…"
For a heartbeat, silence pressed between you as your hands worked to touch his back, feeling him. "I'm… Y/N… Please… tell me your name… Upper Moon One… I swear… I'll obey you…"
"Obey me? You have been doing this… from the start… Y/N…"
His lips curved, slow and deliberate, as if he had already won in a war that never happened. “Few have dared to ask me that,” he said, his voice low enough to tremble in your chest.
“I… never say it easily, but you're special… So you may know it… but when you speak it, you will remember your place.”
He pulled away, wrapping his hand around your bruised throat once again, not tight this time, as he wants to hear your voice. Then, he made you look at him in the eyes, which gleamed like sharpened moonlight.
“Call me Lord Kokushibo. That will suffice.”
You breathed it out—soft, unsure, but still obedient. “Lord… Kokushibo.”
His eyes are half-closed, letting you see the faintest smile ghosting over his mouth. A low sound rumbled in his throat, something between approval and hunger. He tilted your chin slightly upward with the hand that's already gripping your throat.
“Again,” he murmured. “Let me hear you say it with certainty.”
"L…Lord… Kokushibo…"
When you repeated it, his expression sharpened, satisfaction flickering like moonlight on a blade. “Good. Now you understand what I am.”
He suddenly rose to his full height, the movement slow, deliberate—commanding. You could feel the shift in the air as his shadow fell over you, his gaze heavy, assessing.
Without a word, he adjusted his stance, posture regal, the weight of his presence enough to make your pulse stutter. The space between you vanished, leaving only the raw, heavy pulse of him in your sight. You can't help but gulp… what is he about to do?
His hand brushed over your head once, not unkindly—an unspoken order wrapped in silence. “Kneel. Look at me, Y/N,” he said quietly, and even that simple command carried the gravity of something sacred.
And you did, feeling the gravel dig into your knees; you knelt in front of the Upper Moon, your Lord Kokushibo…
But suddenly, you felt a tug in your hair, making you whimper once again. Kokushibo made you lean up and used his other hand to grab his cock, slapping it on your face.
"You're mine… Right?"
"Yes… Yes…" Your hands held on his thighs for support as he rubbed his cock over your mouth, teasing you. "Make… me proud… Open your mouth… slut, and take me…" he commanded, growling with his voice impossibly low but also impossibly arousing.
You parted your lips on command, hesitant but obedient, your breath trembling as you looked up at him. Kokushibo’s hand slid into your hair again, guiding the angle of your head until you had no choice but to look only at him.
And when you're in one of your most vulnerable positions—a position that you have never imagined doing with a demon—Kokushibo moves with precision, slowly at first, then deeper, forcing the rhythm of your breathing to follow his will.
Each time you tried to draw in air, his grip would steady you, keeping you exactly where he wanted until your body learnt the pace he demanded. His breath hitched in quiet satisfaction, every exhale a quiet order for you to surrender a little more.
"F…fuck… A slayer… on her knees for a demon. How far you’ve fallen."
The words hit harder than any blade. Heat rose to your face—anger, shame, and something darker twisting beneath it. Yet before you even did something, Kokushibo thrust deeper into your mouth, his shadow swallowing yours as he released a growl of pleasure.
The air trembled between you, and your eyes became teary as you felt your throat being deeply fucked by the creature that you would have run away from earlier.
Whimpers escaped your lips as he fucked deeper and faster… But before he could even reach his peak, Kokushibo pulled out and slapped your face once again with his hard, veiny cock.
"Y/N… being mine suits you better," he murmured, the words curling in the air like smoke. "Join me—for eternity. No more pain. No more loss. You and I, unbroken, untouchable. We could walk beneath the same moon and shape the night as we please."
The wind blew after he said those words… It's as if it is already grieving. As if the wind already knows you'll be stupid and let yourself be consumed by his darkness, which was veiled under the pale moonlight.
His voice softened, almost tender. "You would never be alone again. I will be with you—always. Every breath, every step… mine beside yours."
The promise sank into you like warm venom. It sounded so peaceful, so final. For a heartbeat, you saw it: an endless path beneath the silver light, his shadow forever tangled with yours.
Then the wind blew harder—cold, violent—rattling the trees and tearing through the silence. It wailed like a wounded thing, as if mourning the moment a Hashira’s tsuguko gave her soul to the darkness.
And still, even as your heart fractured, you whispered the word that sealed it all.
"Take my breath away… Take… me…"
For a long time, Kokushibo only watched you, as if memorising the contour of your surrender. Then he carefully reached out, resting his palm on your heart. His touch was frigid and ancient, and yet it vibrated with something alive and immense.
"Then so be it," he murmured. "From this breath onwards, you are bound to me. My power will fill you… my moonlight will mark you. We will move as one shadow beneath the heavens."
He drew you closer, the space between you shrinking until the air itself trembled. You saw his fangs glimmer faintly in the dim light and heard a pulse that no longer belonged to a human heart. His voice intensified, sounding like both a pledge and an order.
"Drink, and be remade."
The world tilted. A warmth—sharp, metallic, endless—flooded your tongue, burning through your veins like liquid night. You doubled over, hands clutching at the ground as the heat clawed beneath your skin. It felt as if your body were being torn apart and reforged from within.
"Breathe," Kokushibo’s voice cut through the storm of pain—low, commanding, unwavering. "Do not fight it. The more you resist, the more it will break you. Focus on me."
You tried. Every word he said drew you away from the edge. His tone wrapped around you like iron and silk, anchoring, regulating, and guiding your scattered will towards him.
"Good," he murmured when your trembling slowed. "Now… listen. Let it settle. Let it take root. You will rise from this, stronger than you have ever been."
Pain tore through you, hot and relentless, until every thought felt like it might shatter. Flashes of your past and every person you have met in the corps blanketed your hazy brain, making tears fall out of your eyes. Breathing became more excruciating… You felt yourself dying… And then… Kokushibo’s hand brushed your shoulder, firm and unyielding, and his voice slithered into your mind.
“Let me help you… focus with me,” he murmured, low and commanding. The sound of it, the weight behind it, made your chest tighten in ways you didn’t expect. Even as your body trembled from the torment, every fibre of you was drawn to him, every instinct urging you to obey, to follow, to succumb.
Slowly, Kokushibo caught your bloody lips in a hungry kiss, seemingly celebrating early the transformation of his muse—his successor… his eternal bride. And with his body slowly crashing over you, the pain seemed to have ebbed away, bringing back the feeling of heat that had encircled your living soul earlier.
Now… you're united with the Upper Moon… Your Lord Kokushibo—not just because of your seemingly natural adaptation to Moon Breathing, but because he had given you a new life.
Now with the pain kind of subsiding with his touch, you felt Kokushibo grope your breasts as he kissed your neck, grinding his hard cock on your still-clothed cunt. And then, he used his other hand to slide your panties to the side and lift your skirt up, only to position his hard, pulsating cock on your wet entrance.
"…Focus on me… The pain will go away soon… Take me in, breathe slowly…"
He muttered, his voice still as commanding as he is. And there, he finally slid his cock inside your wet cunt, making you bite his shoulders with your newly formed fangs, drawing blood from him.
"L-Lord Koku—"
"Look at me…"
How lovely you are, as your now golden pupils gleamed in the moonlight as you gazed at Kokushibo. The demon growled hungrily as he thrust in and out of you, grabbing your neck once again as he towered over your smaller frame… fucking you hard.
It felt like… something else… something better than what you have felt when you're human… With your senses heightening, you felt how his hard cock pulsated within your cunt as he thrust in and out. You also can't help but hear how his breathing and moans overlapped with each other, making lewd sounds escape from your mouth as well as you felt his tip deep against your cervix.
"Ugh… Lord Kokushibo… Slower please…"
"Don't fucking command me… It's the other way around… spread your legs more…"
Kokushibo said as he thrust harder and faster, making your tits bounce with his motion. This is not how people fuck… that's not even how… you fucked with other slayers when you got horny and bored on trainings.
Yes… beneath that innocent look, you were a slut… a slut that your master never knew. And now… you're Kokushibo's slut for eternity.
Perhaps this is also the other thing that made you agree… It's because you knew how this demon would do anything to claim you no matter what you are… unlike how you feared the human world would treat you if they knew what you do in the shadows.
With Kokushibo, it'll be endless excitement… and eternal pleasure.
Kokushibo moaned in your ears as you spread your legs wider, making way for his deeper motions. He sucked on one of your nipples, biting it until it felt like burning and licking it after a short whimper from your mouth. He loved it… He wanted it.
And then, the Upper Moon suddenly lifted you, not removing his cock in the process. You held on to him with your newly formed claws, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he fucked you upward, as if mocking the Moon God.
This night is your unison with him and your unison with the new life you chose as his fledgling demon. Kokushibo caught your lips once again, biting the lower part of them until they bled.
"Fuck… you're mine…" he whispered against your eyes as you cried in pleasure, holding onto him for dear life. "I… I'm fucking yours… forever…"
Your words… a pledge. It brought pleasure into Kokushibo's dead heart. He kissed you more, your tongues fighting for dominance as he laid you over a rock, only to get more access to rub your clit as he fucked your hole so hard.
Lewd voices… they filled the forest.
"Ah… Lord Kokushibo! Ugh! Fuck…"
"Yes… cry for me… beg for how much you want me right now…"
"I—more… ugh, fuck! Yes! Yes!"
His rubbing on your clit became faster as his thrusts in your cunt became deeper. Scratching his back in pain and pleasure as you held him tight, you cried and moaned as you finally felt his cock twitching inside of you, getting ready for a big load of release.
"I… I… will… cum inside you now! Fuck!"
Yours and Kokushibo's breathing became in sync as your hips moved against his. Your body shuddered violently, trembling against him as waves of heat and tension overtook you. Kokushibo’s hold tightened, his movements rougher, more urgent, mirroring your own collapse into the sensation.
And there, you finally felt his hot cum flow inside your fucked cunt as you squirted hard on his still hard shaft. The world around you blurred, the night air heavy, your pulses syncing in a chaotic rhythm as both of you gave in, lost to the storm of force and motion, gripping, pressing, trembling together until it eased, leaving only the heavy, charged quiet between you.
Slowly, Kokushibo pulled out and supported you as you tried to sit. You shivered against him, body still trembling from the intensity, every nerve raw and screaming. The Upper Moon One’s hands were steady on your shoulders, holding you upright, his presence anchoring you as the lingering pain of the transformation pulsed through your veins. He murmured softly, a rare gentleness in his voice.
“My muse… breathe… breathe slowly… let your final breath finally escape your body… And come back to me…”
Through the haze, your thoughts flickered like dying flames.
Shinazugawa-san… I’ve failed… This is me now… You whispered apologies to the Hashira who used to be your master, to the life you had lost, and to the person you used to be. Now it'll all be gone with the wind as your new life will be reborn under the moonlight.
Kokushibo’s eyes softened ever so slightly as you let your breathing go slower, yet the same unyielding command lingered in his posture, reminding you that there was no turning back.
Your vision blurred, dizziness taking over as the last remnants of your human strength faded. Kokushibo tightened his hold, steadying you, whispering one final reassurance as your consciousness slipped away.
You awoke to the gentle rustle of silk and the subtle aroma of incense. The futon beneath you was strange yet warm, and the room surrounding you hummed quietly, eerily. Shadows gathered in corners, shifting as if alive, while moonlight filtered through latticed windows, painting the room in silver and shadow. For a minute, you struggled to remember where you were...and who you had been.
Rising unsteadily, you observed small changes in yourself. Your senses were sharper, and every sound and movement was heightened. Your heartbeat felt slower and more deliberate, but your blood pulsed with a weird, urgent force. You were no longer totally human, and the realisation brought both a thrill and a shiver of horror.
A light step behind you caused you to turn, and there he was. Kokushibo, calm and poised as always, leans against the doorway with a slight smirk. His eyes glowed with odd, possessive joy.
"You’ve awakened," he said, voice smooth and low, carrying both command and approval. "Do you feel it? The change… the power that courses through you now? You are mine, Y/N… and the world will know it soon enough."
The words wrapped around you like a chain and cloak all at once. Your heart quickened, a mixture of amazement, dread, and something darker you couldn't put your finger on. Even in this weird new form and unfamiliar lair, one thing was certain: you were bound to him, and there was no going back.
He stepped closer, shadow falling over you. "Come," he murmured, the air itself seeming to bend toward his will. "There is much for us to do… together."
And as you followed, a new awareness settled into your veins—the world had changed, and so had you. Every stride towards him made your heart race, and every glance and brush of his hand reminded you of how completely you were his. The bond between you was unbreakable, a silent, consuming force that whispered of endless nights, power and surrender entwined.
This truth burnt clearer than ever: your life, your strength, your breath—it all belonged to him, and this… this was only the beginning.
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Yes! Knowing me and my obsession with Sanemi, I got to make you his tsuguko XD And dangggg ugh Kokushibo... Yes too? HAHA!
Anyways, I'm not sure if I'll be able to write more for Kinktober as I will be working on my Roommate series. Maybe I'll just do a Yes Nut November series then 🤭
I hope you liked this! I had a bit of hard time causeeee things happened and I am not that expert with kinks etc HAHA XD But thank you for reading! Haters will not be tolerated!
Omg PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE can you write NSFW headcannons for Kokushibo? THABK YOU
🌙NSFW Kokushibo headcanons🌙
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Trigger Warning: This may include slight indications of CNC.
Kokushibo is not not the most affectionate individual, and he does not understand why you want more of his attention. He did not kill you and he is having sex with you. In his mind you are being ungrateful and dramatic.
He visits you in your home when he wants to have sex. Sometimes he comes every night and sometimes you don't see him for weeks. It's not that he forgets about you or doesn't want you, he is just too busy.
You are his stress relief. Whether he had an encounter with a particularly pesky demon slayer, or one of his fellow demons got on his nerves, he is taking it out on you. He, of course, does not complain to you, but there are times when he makes a snarky comment about somebody. He would never elaborate on what or who he was referring to.
Although he is never gentle, he does change how he is doing something if he notices that it is hurting you a bit more.
Usually, he is not vocal. But if it's been weeks without seeing you he will not be able to hold back his moans.
His favorite thing is when you go down on him. That is the only time when he is unable to control how rough he is.
If you were to pull his hair, he would not admit it, but he would like it. It would annoy him at first, but he would soon find himself wanting you to do it again.
He loves when you say his name during sex. More breathlessly the better. There is just something in your voice that he finds intoxicating. Especially when you are in so much pleasure.
He doesn't last quite long, but he can go for many, many rounds. If he could stay with you for however long he desired, you would need a whole vacation to recover.
He would like it if you bite him. He would especially like if you bite his chest area.
Teasing him does not work on him most of the time, he is dead serious no matter what you do. But, once in a blue moon, a small little tease would be enough to rile him up. If that does happen, unluckily or very luckily for you ♡ Reader ♡, you will feel the effects of it for a long time.
He does not like nicknames. He is calling you by your full first name. But, there would be at least one time when he slips up and addresses you with a nickname. It wouldn't be something lovey-dovey such as "sweetheart," "darling," or "love." It would simply be a shortened version of your name. Simple but sweet. "It was a slip of the tongue," he would say coldly. "Think nothing of it." But after that so-called slip of the tongue, it would be only thing on his mind for a while.
Every time when one of the demons would call out to him, a dreadful feeling would wash over and the only thing on his mind would be if they found out about you and hurt you. "What is wrong with me?" he would question his own sanity.
After that awful feeling, he would have to see you. But, he can't just go and ask if you are okay. That would make you think that he actually has feelings for you. So, he would come and do what he does every time he is with you, ignoring the relief he felt when he saw that you are not harmed. However, he would be uncharacteristically gentle that time. He would even give you a little pat on the head.
He tried to be attracted to other people but it is impossible. You are the only one who can satisfy him. He tried to satisfy himself a few times and he simply couldn't do it. He tried to imagine you. He tried to feel your body under his fingers, to hear the sound of your voice, of your sigh, your moan, but mere imagination was never enough. He either could not start, or he could not finish. How, and more importantly, why would a weak, useless little human have a hold on him in such a way? What a despicable feeling!
You are his only source of something else, whatever it may be, other than bleak, stagnant, numbness in his life. He is craving you more than he ever craved anything. His hunger for strength and human flesh all pale in comparison to hunger that he feels for you. You are his fixation.
Helloo ♡ I apologize that it took me so long to get to this. And I will admit that I am not the best, to say the least, at writing NSFW things. And this isn't too detailed and graphic. I apologize if this isn't what You wanted. This is about as spicy as I feel comfortable writing.
But, I hope that You liked it at least a little bit ♡
Being such a sadistic man Douma never understood the ability to have friends, nor the need. Instead seeing human's as depressing creatures who needed his care. After all, why would a master be friends with his pets? Or so he thought. But after scooping you up from the streets, Douma feels his stomach fluttering at the sight or thought of you.
"Oh my dear friend, Lord Akasa~" Douma says to him at a meeting, kneeling and swaying side to side. "I have an inquiry, you know woman right?" Akasa already despised where this question was going.
"Shut up, you filthy scum." He replies harshly.
"Ah! Lord Akasa! You didn't even get to hear my question..." Douma looks to the ground with posed sadness before looking up at the other upper moon. "Do you ever feel funny around a woman? I enjoy giving this one gifts, and seeing her smile makes my joints weak. I was wondering if someone like you would find my cure?" The conversation ends with Akasa gouging Douma's eyes out.
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You gasp while looking at the silver and gold hair stick. "Oh Master Douma! It's perfect, oh I adore it." Joy fills your very being and Douma just looks at you with his regular soft smile.
"Oh I just remembered how you looked at it while shopping earlier, so I bought it!~" Your fingers trace the gems and cold metal.
"How could I ever repay such a thing back?"
"Just keep smiling like that," Douma reaches out and takes the hairpin, putting it in your hair gently. "You really are the most beautiful petal." Your cheeks grow flushed at his words.
Presents turn to late night talks which turn to hugs than kisses. One night you bit the bullet and kiss his lips, Douma nearly topples over. He was so surprised! These human actions meant nothing to him before but now, feeling your lips against his meant the world. Pulling back a string of spit connects his lips and he looses his composure.
"H-hah!" Douma giggles and presses his lips against yours, pecking your lips again and again. Causing you to fluster. His face filled with such happiness was hard to deny when he pushes you on the bed.
"Master Douma?" You gasp out as his lips peck against your face, determined to fill every gap with love. And when your face is flushed and spent he than nibbles at your neck.
"Just lay back will you? Let me do all the work, petal." Douma murmurs softly all while praising and honoring you. His fingers feather light as he undoes your kimono. Gently sucking at your chest and down to your belly. "Your s'beautiful" He whispers.
"We can't, the other worshippers are in the other-" He cuts you off with another deep kiss, hands taking off your kimono and fundoshi.
"Please, darling.~" Douma begs weakly, one hand cupping your chest. "I want you now."
"...Fine..." His grin grows bigger as he beams and very gently pushes back your thighs to your chest. Mouth watering at the sight of your arousal.
"Oh petal." Douma hooks your legs over his shoulders while rubbing your throbbing clit. "Look at how much you need me. I'll grant you this~" Despite his excited and teasing exterior he's quite scared at the same time. Because he never had these overwhelming feelings of such lust and romance before. It was hard for him to hold back, not to mention how he was a virgin. After being worshiped for all that time his parents didn't want their son to give into such desires so they simply never taught him. Right before you cum Douma stops causing you to whine. "hm... I know darling, just let me in." Rubbing your thigh soothingly, he nudges in his tip and then slowly pushes himself in.
"S'too big-nghh~" Douma tuts and wipes away some drool, bottoming out and giving you time to adjust.
"Are you alright?" He whispers, trying not to buck into your clenching pussy. When you nod Douma slowly rocks his hips. His nose nudging against your ankle, he kisses down to your knee. "You can take it, shh... its okay, its okay." Douma moves his hips faster, rutting into you. "A-ahh~S'tight..." He mumbles out as he continues faster.
His stomach suddenly feels weird, like a sensation building up-nothing he's ever felt before or can properly compare it to. Soft whimpers and moans fall from Douma's lips before he can stop them. You clench around him perfectly, especially when he angled his hips a certain way. Suddenly more moans come from your mouth as well and you both reach your climax. Feeling the sensation sweeping through Douma was... beyond imaginable, getting addicted to this new ritual. And especially so, seeing his drool falling onto your chest and how your eyes roll back.
Douma gets needy all over again, starting to hump into you, it felt sensitive but it didn't matter to him.
"Ngha-ahh~ N-No t-too-oa-ahh~" Globs of spit gather and fall down your chin, but he pays them no mind. Douma's brain too clouded up on the way you moaned out, the way your skin flushed-and the way you begged.
BARISTA'S NOTE: i entered the nowhere dimension the other day and returned with a forbidden scroll that told me how to homo my text.
also WARNING! this thing is LONG.
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Let's see.. Douma! Upper Moon Two? Leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult? Emotionless demon who likes to eat women specifically for their nutritious value?
Oooooo, This is gonna be a tough one for you!
I view Douma as an Obsessive, Clingy, Possessive and Sadistic yandere.
Obsessive in the way that Douma just can't help but get to know everything about you! His beloved! Every little thing you are- Your hobbies- Your personality- The way your eyes flicker when you're overjoyed. All of it is such a drug to him!
Clingy in the way that you must be close to him at all times, It's a need. Douma will always be touching you in some form, Whether it be an arm around your shoulder- You sitting on his lap or your lips on his. Wherever you are- You must be nearby.
Possessive in the way that you're his with no argument. To him, You are his belonging. And as such if he wants to toy around with you then he will, Your reactions to this only serve to amuse him which leads onto our next point.
Sadistic in the way that he just loves to poke and prod at you to get a reaction. He loves to see you squirm, To cry or laugh. It doesn't matter whether it's positive or negative- As long as you react, He'll be just fine.
Whether you view Douma as a product of his upbringing or an evil-to-the-bone bad guy- It doesn't particularly matter.
I'd think the only way he'd ever become truly obsessed is if you yourself somehow spark something in him. A strike of colour in a greyscale.
I see two ways of this occurring.
The first is where you're a member of his cult. Perhaps a rather beautiful or talented one that manages to ensnare his attention. Perhaps something about you stands out from the others, Or maybe you're average- Who knows? All that matters is that you caught his attention.
The second is where you're a demon slayer. Maybe you're a Hashira or a lower ranked slayer, One that just happens to stumble across a massacre caused by our one and only. Maybe you impress him with your skill, Or Douma may want to save you as a snack for later, Only to grow feelings towards you in the coming times.
I'm gonna go with the first.
Okay. So you're a member of The Eternal Paradise Cult! Let's say you were born into this convent, You grew up in this convent. The Buddhist statues and the prayer ceremonies- It's all you've ever known. You worship some immortal figure with red eyes, Preached to you by your convent's prophet, Douma.
Douma is a rather unfamiliar figure to you. For one, You barely see him- Not having spoken a word to him at all! You only see him during ceremonies and occasionally on night-time walks.
You're described by your fellow men and women of faith as a woman with a sweet and demure nature. You're known for the way you can bond with a Shamisen, How your fingers run across the strings and you can serenade crowds in an instant.
But you don't perform for the cult, Not like some of the other girls- No.
You much prefer to keep your talent's to yourself, Maybe play a private concert if another member asked you nicely enough. Despite the constant praise- You don't particularly think that you're good enough to perform, Let alone for his grace!
Maybe one day if you improve.. Perhaps someday..
Douma himself is a man of the arts. He enjoys dancing, He has women flock to him to play their music for him. Tapestries of fine colour hang from every wall in the convent.
So it's safe to say as he's taking a stroll through one of the more secluded area's of the convent, He pauses once he hears such a beautiful melody.
Now Douma, Despite his penchant for the Arts- Isn't particularly moved by it. Though he enjoys the tune of a biwa or a koto, Enjoys the colours upon a pallet- Nothing really touches his heart, Nothing really makes him feel much as usual.
However there was something about this tune, Something about the way that shamisen was being strum.. It was interesting for him, It was a tune he hadn't ever heard in his centuries of living..
So he slides open the shoji door, Stepping inside as his eyes search the room..
To land on you.
You sat there on your knees, The shamisen delicately cradled within your arms as you tug at the strings with a pick. It was such a strong yet gentle tune you hummed along to, Not quite noticing him yet, Too invested within your instrument to care about your surroundings.
Douma finds it rather.. Amusing. Yes. That was the word. He stood there, His golden fan splayed across his mouth to conceal the expression laid upon his face. The music was so much more.. Poignant now that he was closer.
You're jolted out of your trance by the clearing of a throat.
You turn around with a mild expression, Ready to greet and/or apologise for the noise to whatever person that walked in here- Only to come face to face with the founder himself.
"O-Oh my- Your grace! I didn't notice your presence, I apologise-"
You quickly set your shamisen to the side, Lowering down so that your forehead kissed the tatami mats, Bowing to him in deep respect. Your heart thunders in your chest, Still reeling from the shock of seeing him there.
Douma finds that funny, The fan fluttering over his face to conceal the amusement on his face. He steps forward, Telling you to raise your head in such a kind and friendly voice.
He tells you that he had been on a stroll when he heard such beautiful noise. He asks you if you were the one to play it, Even though he already knows the answer to it.
You blush in embarrassment, Nodding your head as you gesture down to your shamisen. You feel both flattered and awkward that he had heard you play, And even call it beautiful..!
Douma asks you to play again, So you do. By the end of it he's clapping, Smiling, Telling you how the gods have blessed you with a talent none other has. He invites you to play for him tonight, Telling you that you should join the girls that do it on the regular.
And you- Of course- Aren't one to deny his grace, Are you? Especially since he had taken the time out of his day to listen to your music and call it beautiful..
So tonight you play for him, You do the best you can.
And that's how it is.
You join his little group of women who play for him each night and admittedly you enjoy it. Douma himself takes a rather keen liking to your talents, So do the other girls in your group.
Suddenly in your solitary life you gain much more friends, More recognition for your talents. Douma makes sure to keep you as one of his best musicians, Something that makes you so excited- To be so favoured by His Grace..!
And at some point, He promotes your status even higher to become apart of his harem. You have such a pretty face after all, And hey, There's a new space ever since he accidentally ate another girl who was apart of the harem. So don't worry about crowding him!
Your quick rise through the ranks of Eternal Paradise surprises you and your friends. All of this happens so fast- But you don't question it to Douma, His judgement is absolute of course! He's a messenger of the gods, So of course this all must be natural..!
It's difficult to say where he grows an obsession.
Though I'd say that it comes all at once, Douma has not point where it begins to 'grow', No, One moment he could be acting just as he usually does and the next he could be on his knees, Pupils in heart shapes as he fawns over you like a lovesick puppy.
Though I doubt he would actually show it, Though that's certainly how he feels on the inside when it does happen. Douma keeps these new emotions in check, Only really letting the 'louder' parts of it out in private.
But lets say that this obsession happens months into you joining his harem. You haven't gotten intimate with him yet to your surprise.
Lets say that during a festival down in the nearby village of Hiyohara- A celebration that your convent celebrates with the upmost favour is occurring once more. It's a favoured holiday of yours- A time you love and cherish while spending it with your family.
But somehow this time you end up with Douma, Maybe because you became lost in the crowd and just lingered near the familiar figure of His Grace. Maybe he let you accompany him, Even though he had no care for you at this point in time.
Maybe he saw it as entertainment, Maybe you amuse him.
But either way you're with him now, Wandering around the festival in Hiyohara, Following him to try out whatever he chooses to do.
But somehow- Things develop.
As you're wandering around, Following him along- You trip.
Your foot gets caught on a rock, Your eyes barely being able to widen before you faceplant dead into a puddle caused by last nights rain.
Your clothing is ruined, Your face is covered in muck. You're not injured but you push yourself up on bruised elbows. Douma flicks his fan across his face, Concealing
He expects you to feel ashamed- To break down in embarrassment- You were with him after all, All his cultists would never-
But you don't.
You don't break down or seem ashamed to have embarrassed yourself in front of him, No- Instead you laugh. You begin to giggle, Smiling as you wipe the mud off your face and swipe it off your hair- Saying how clumsy you were for tripping.
Your laugh.
It was music to him.
To see that unaltered- Raw- Human emotion displayed on your face was enrapturing to him and he had no idea why. The way your eyes lit up, The way your grin stretched from ear to ear in a shameless mirth before him.
For some reason- Douma felt his heart begin to thump in his chest.
As soon as you get up you notice how he has gone rigid, Completely solid as if he was frozen in time. You can see how his expression just looks absolutely shocked, His usually pale- Stark white skin beginning to redden around the face.
You don't understand what was happening.
Douma on the other hand was going through what was almost a religious experience. Suddenly he notices the world around him, His heart pounding, His eyes widening. He can feel sensations flooding through his chest- His cheeks and his heart.
He feels alive.
And it all came from.. You?
Douma in the following days/weeks definetly changes his behaviour. For the first time in his centuries old life he feels love- He feels joy- Excitement even! He can barely believe it, Almost in denial at first.
At it all occurs when he's around you. You.
Douma doesn't question stuff like this, Stuff he see's as silly. But what he also sees is you, How wonderful you are- How much you bring out this addictive emotion inside of him. He doesn't care how you did it- Not in the slightest.
Douma definetly begins to get much more favourable towards you, Even more so than before. Every night you will play your music for him and he will listen, All the while his eyes trail across your face, Your body. All admiring with a gleam in his eyes.
Expect him to make much more appearances where you are. His smile on his face as he makes his way towards you, Ignoring the shocked looks of the other cultists who can't believe that His Grace has shown up amongst them.
Douma definetly gets more touchy, More friendly with you. A hand on your shoulder? An arm around your waist? If he's feeling ballsy then maybe a small kiss on the corner of your lips as he leans down towards your ear to tell you what music he wants you to play for him later.
You don't question the intimacy- No, You're apart of his harem, That's to be expected but..
Think of this all as an experimentation stage for Douma. What he's doing, His intimacy and his extra time with you is to make sure that what he's feeling comes from you and you alone- Not some other factor changing that.
And once he gets his results?
Yeah. No. He's hooked.
I'd say up until this point everything is relatively normal with him, Well- As normal as you can get with Douma but I digress. You go about your daily life, Play music for him each night while Douma continues to feast on his cultists as ceremonial practice all the while his mind lingers to you.
But that doesn't last for very long.
As Douma takes one of his daily walks through the halls of the convent- A habit he picked up out of boredom during the day- He pauses.
Douma was stopped beside a corner, Looking out through an open door to see two figures standing within the sun-soaked gardens. He can't really see who it is at first, Considering that both backs were turned but..
One of them- He could tell it was you.
You were giggling, Admiring the prospering plant life around you as you stood next to some unknown figure. You were almost brushing shoulders with him, A smile on your face as you looked at him, Your shamisen held delicately in your hands.
In any other scenario, Douma wouldn't care about what was going on- He wouldn't even bat an eye but-
You were too close to him, Yes, Douma thought. You smiled at him so brightly that it felt like the sun was sizzling at Douma's skin. You seemed happy to be there with.. With that man. You had your shamisen, Did you play it for him..?
Oh no.
Oh no no.
Douma felt his eye twitch. Felt his innards begin to turn and his blood run even colder than it ever did.
What was this?
This feeling in his stomach that made the rest of him feel as frozen as ice.
Why were you with him?
Who was he?
Shouldn't you be back inside out of the sun, Where he was? Away from whatever human man was talking to you so freely right now.
He could just rip his guts out right now, Would you like that? He could just tear and tear away at his flesh for you if you wanted, Would that get you away from that man and back to him?
Douma didn't like this new feeling in his veins. He grasped at his stomach, His eyes widening as he felt his body react to this disgusting sensation. He didn't like this feeling. He didn't like it one bit.
Douma's smile is near contorted on his face as he watches the two of you walk away amongst the gardens. He near keels over, Holding on the corner for support.
He didn't like this feeling.
He didn't like how you talked to that man so freely.
...
That man.
It's a day like any other, At least that's how it starts out. You wake up in your room as usual, Get dressed, Do your hair and makeup before walking out into the hallways to head to breakfast.
As apart of Douma's harem, You're allowed to take partners other than him, Douma isn't usually jealous so the rest of his harem tend to have partners of their own.
You too, Have followed in their footsteps as you met another cult member that you hit it off with. He seemed to enjoy your music, Laugh at your jokes and vice versa. He was a nice guy, Someone you got along with well.
And it was obvious you both shared looks between each other.
So as you enter the breakfast hall it comes as a shock to hear that he had ran away during the night. It's heresy to the convent to forsake your religion by running away, You had just seen him yesterday and he was plenty faithful then so-
Why had he ran?
You ask Douma about this but he just waves you off with a saddened look across his face, Saying that some people just aren't able to be enlightened, That they stray from the path.
And you believe him. Of course you do.
He's your leader after all.
Soon after that things change.
Douma has requested that you now sleep with him in his quarters, A move that has shocked both you and the rest of the faithful. The rest of the harem has never gotten the privileges of sleeping in the same bed with him, Even after 'session's per se.
Douma requests your presence much more often, Always disguising it as wanting to hear you play your shamisen but it always ends up with a cup of sake and a conversation.
His physical touch becomes much more intimate now, Much more public. A kiss on the lips is common, His hands squeezing your cheeks like you're the cutest thing even more so.
He views other humans as cattle, But not you- No.
It's a shock to find out that one day during a sermon, Douma declares that the gods have sent him a wife. An eternal lover. It's even more shocking when his eyes lock on yours, Telling everyone that it is you who the gods have declared to be his partner.
You're absolutely shocked, But also terrified.
You can't be sent by the gods. You just.. Couldn't.
You're showered in gifts by the cult, Praised and honoured as the God's new gift to them but all you can think of is how.. Fake this all seems. The way Douma looked at you during his declaration, Something about it seemed so.. Wrong.
Something wasn't right.
Douma himself is thrilled to have this work out for him. Declaring that you were chosen by the God's worked well- Made sure that you wouldn't try to go for anyone else as well.. You're no longer apart of his harem, You're promised to him and him alone.
Having other romantic interests is out of the question now.
If you do show signs, Any at all, Of being interested in another man..
You'll be told they've ran away during the night- Or got chosen for the next Ascension.
That reasoning doesn't seem to make sense anymore.
Expect Douma to be with you at all times now, Your ability to go wherever you pleased in the convent revoked in favour of staying in his quarters with him. If you want to go out you must be with him.
He lives through your emotions. If you're sad, He's sad. If you're happy, He's happy. He feeds off of your feelings like a parasite, You're something he can invest what rotten soul he has into.
Which is why he tries to make you as happy as possible.
You want food? Delivered with the finest of cutlery. You want expensive clothes? Your closet is filled to the brim the next day. You want jewellery? Made with the largest of gems and polished until it hurts the eye.
Even if you're humble and don't want the richest of things- You'll get it anyways. Douma can't have his wife- A woman declared to be sent from their god walking around in 'rags' now can he?
When sleeping in his bed expect to be the small spoon. When you are, Douma holds you just a bit too close to him, His nose buried in your hair. Even when you're fast asleep he's wide awake.
He leaves after a while to do as he usually does, But he always spends an unordinary amount of time just laying with you.
You bathe with him now in his private bathhouse. Douma love to take baths in sake so you'll be doing the same with him, Often times on his lap. It's up to your imagination what happens afterwards.
He also enjoys dancing so he'd expect you to try learn some. Even though it's not your forte (That belonging to music-) You try your best to keep up with him, Nervously now.
He doesn't let you talk to nobody anymore, No one that's not the monks or a very trusted group of people that Douma approves of.
You're now to be worshipped along with him as a gift from the gods, Offerings given to both you and Douma now.
Douma I think may actually try to drink some of your blood- Perhaps collecting it while you slept or bringing it up as a sort of 'ritual' for lovers that you've "just not heard of."
Once he does get a hold of your blood, Expect him to savour it like ambrosia, The taste better than marechi as he eagerly sips away at it.
He'd turn you into a demon at some point, However not now as he still values your human qualities. Douma still wishes to keep you like this until the day comes where he decides to immortalise you as a demon.
If you try to bring up your doubts to Douma about being sent from the gods, Douma will try to convince you that you were- Your beauty- Your skills- All of this was made for him.
It's an honour to be with him.
You agree, Right?
Douma, Despite his lack of emotions can read you like a book. He can tell that you're growing suspicious, That you've got a gut feeling that something was wrong. He tries to tell you that it's just jitters..
If you ever find out about Douma's demonic nature..
Screaming, Crying, Throwing up. You're horrified, Absolutely petrified that you've been worshipping a demon your entire life without even knowing about it. You gave gifts to him, You praised him, You worshipped him-
The amount of people he must've eaten- The amount of lives he must've taken-!
Trying to run away would be insanely- And I mean insanely difficult. The convent is already guarded to keep people in and with you there is extra supervision not just from the monks but Douma himself too.
The only way I ever see you actually escaping would be playing the long game and doing it during the daytime, But I'm talking about years here- Douma can read you, If he suspects you of not being all that devoted to him then he'll know.
If you actually do succeed in escaping then Douma would go insane. And I mean it. He'd slaughter members of his cult in a rage, His talons tearing through their skin like paper as he rampages.
This emotion is new to him after all- Anger, Desperation. All of this is so incredibly potent because of it, No one to keep him in check since you escaped.
If you thought him discovering Jealousy was bad..
Douma would get a hold of himself after a while however, No- Douma is an intelligent demon. He's conniving and collected, He just lost it for a little bit.. Just a bit. Don't worry, He's back to normal.. He's collected himself.
Douma will never stop looking for you. Members of his cult may even be dispatched to look for you while he does so at night-time. Your scent is memorised in his head, He'll follow whatever trail he can get- He'll track you down one way or another.
He presents himself as less-than-good at tracking- However that all changes when it comes to you.
If he finds you, You'll be dragged back kicking and screaming all the while Douma has that same smile on his face. He's passive aggressive for sure, Making sure you hurt yourself in your struggle all the while demeaning you.
If you were hiding out in any town or village then Douma will massacre everyone and anyone in your vicinity. He'll drag their corpses back with him too, Food for later- Food for your transformation.
You'll become a demon, Douma is not loosing you again. He'll cut open his arm and hold you down, Forcing you to drink his blood- Knowing that Muzan will accept this new demon as the last two turned out to be promising.
He'll make you eat the bodies of the people you use to love- Your friends, Your family. All the while telling you that this is what happens when you try to disobey him in such a happy tune.
Despite how fake he seems, He really is genuine when he tells you how much he loves you- How overjoyed he is to have you back.
All the while wiping the blood off your lips with his thumb.
Leaning in to kiss you surrounded by the flesh of dozens.
Bro I'm actually low-key COOKING with this Akaza fic 😳 Making myself SHYYY 🫣🫣
I would release another snippet, but I don't wanna spoil anything??? I'm thinking of doing this fic in like two or three long parts rather than a multi chapter like the others because it will definitely be a bit shorter than my other stories! I'm so excited to post the first chapter 😭😭
“Welcome little flower, I must say I almost didn’t recognize you”.
Those eyes… full of color and yet it’s like there’s nothing behind them. Like a sunny winters day. Deceptively warm. A chilling bite disguised by outward beauty.
Hanako excused herself and shut the door. Leaving you alone to your impending doom. You shifted on your feet. Feeling like a minuscule worm in front of a hungry hawk.
You fixed your eyes on the floor, not being able to take his piercing gaze for more than a few seconds.
“Hmm?” You heard the demon hum and then some shuffling. Soft footsteps echoed in the dim chamber.
“Are you afraid? Well I suppose you would be , you’ve been through a lot my dear. That nasty old man was so cruel wasn’t he?” the demons tone sounded concerned and pitiful but you knew it had to be an act. Demons didn’t feel emotions like that.
“But don’t worry, I took care of him already..” he hummed happily.
Took care? What did that mean exactly?
You looked up slowly, shaky eyes meeting his eerie smile. But not quite having the courage to make it to his eyes yet.
“W-what do you want from me..?” You couldn’t hold back the burning question any longer.
“Ah so you can speak haha, I was beginning to think my bride was a mute”.
…..
What did-
You must’ve heard wrong..
Surely he didn’t say..
No, there’s no way, he said bribe.. or scribe.. yeah maybe he needs a scribe…
“Well back to your question little flower, how much did that filthy noble tell you?”.
“H-he told me I was being sacrificed..to a demon..”
…
“That’s all?” The demon cocked his head.
“That’s all..” you shuffled your feet.
“Oh, no wonder you’re practically shaking, I’m not going to harm you my dear, why don’t you have a seat and I’ll explain a couple things.” He smiled and motioned to a small table in front of his throne thingy. Slowly you moved and sat with your knees tucked under. The demon sat on the other side.
“Aren’t you tired of staring at the table? Look at me little flower, I’d like to speak while actually looking at you.” You didn’t want to, but you also didn’t want to make the demon mad.
Reluctantly you lifted your head until you met those piercing eyes again. Full of beauty but again something was missing behind those eyes.
“Much better, under all that mud I couldn’t tell, but now I see you have the most captivating eyes. Like the color of my favorite flower. I suppose I couldn’t have picked a better name for you” he smiled like he was enjoying an evening of relaxing tea and cakes. You couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please stop…”
“Hm? Stop what little flower?” He cocked his head to the side. A habit of his it seemed.
“I… whatever this act is.. if you’re going to eat me then please get it over with… don’t make a fool of me..” ugh you had to go and open your mouth. That’s what always got you into trouble, that big mouth of yours.
The demons eyes widened a bit and a look of obliviousness passed his face.
“What ever are you talking about? Why on earth would I eat you?”
Is he being serious?
“B-because you’re a demon..what else would you want with me?”
“Well yes I am a demon, and I won’t lie and say I don’t enjoy eating humans, but after the trouble I went through for you why do you think I would waste that by eating you?”
“B-but then-then why am I here??” Your voice raised slightly.
“Because you’re my bride of course.” He smiled like it was the most natural and obvious thing to say.
….
….
….
“…”
“Little flower?”
“I see” gracefully you stood up.
Douma only looked up curiously.
You smiled and bowed like you’d done a thousand times for nobles.
“Hm?”
It looked like the demon was going to open his mouth but before he could you spun around faster than a viper and in Douma’s opinion quite comically ran out the door leaving him amused and confused all in one.
“What a funny bride I have” he smirked resting his face on his knuckles leisurely.
Meanwhile you were chicken running across the household.
(I imagine something like this lmao, ignore the other guyXD)
Who?! What!? Where!? WHAT WAS HAPPENING!?
Dead, you must have frozen to death that night and this was your weird personalized hell.
No way this could be real. Did that demon really say you were his bride??
You almost let out a laugh. How obsurd. He was just playing with his meal but still, why did everything feel so damn confusing!?
Voices up ahead made you come to a screeching halt.
Quickly you dove into a nearby room, thankful it seemed to be empty and collapsed to the ground.
Your heavy breathes filled the silence of the room.
Just what the heck was happening to you?!
Your arms wrapped around yourself for comfort. Maybe running away from a demon lord wasn’t the best idea but he surely was powerful enough to stop you if he really wanted to.
Still you did what you always did, act first and think later. You’d probably made him mad and he was plotting your horrible end right now.
Chances of escaping a demon were low, you knew that but you at least had to try.
Sighing your eyes roamed around the dim little room you took refuge in. The only door was the one you came in through so that was out.
Tall shelves filled with books and scrolls lined the walls. It seemed like your only option was to nestle yourself behind them until dark, maybe then it would be easier to make your escape. The sun was already low in the sky so you knew you wouldn’t have to wait too much longer.
Whilst sitting in anxiety, curiosity also got the best of you. You reached for a wood bound book on the shelf in front of you.
The cover was etched with dark lines, swirled and straightened to make two figures. One feminine with long flowing hair and one masculine. The pair were embracing one another lovingly. You slowly ran a finger over the title trying to decode its meaning.
You knew how to read, but not better than a child. Unfortunately slaves were not given priority when it came to education.
Un-und
Under
The
Under the m-
Moonl
Under the moonlight
No
Under the moonlit s-sk sk sky
Aha!
Under the moonlit sky
You poked a finger under the wooden edge and turned it upwards.
You would’ve loved to try to read more but the pages were too dark, which meant your time to escape had come.
Gingerly, as to not aggravate your already aching body, you slowly got up.
You pressed your ear to the door.
Silence.
You let out a shakey breath before slowly sliding the door open.
The halls seemed empty which was a good start.
Tiptoeing quietly sounded like thunder striking on these creaky wooden floorboards.
Be quiet be quiet be quiet be quiet be quiet
Finally after what seemed like a lifetime you got behind the structure and onto open field. It was very hard to see, of course it was a moonless night because you always had shit luck.
The grass was soft under your sandals, damp still from fallen rain earlier that day you guessed.
You could vaguely make out some lantern light away in the distance. Seeing as you didn’t really have many options you started following it.
You tried not to let the darkness panic you. Thankfully your goal of escaping kept the short breathes and chest pain that being in the complete dark usually caused. Along with the horrible memories that paired with them…
Your thoughts must’ve distracted you too much or maybe it was because it was basically pitch black that you didn’t have time to react properly as your right foot descended down onto what was supposed to be soft grass and instead slid down something that gave way with a squish.
Your foot slid so suddenly down the mud that your whole body pitched forward tumbling into what you had first assumed would be a mud patch but to your horror what was supposed to be squishy was icy cold and wet.
It took your body being completely enveloped in the freezing waters to realize you fell into a body of water. A big one apperantly because as you desperately tried to find the ground with your feet you failed.
Flailing your legs and arms you tried to find the edge but it was so damn dark and you were in so much pain.
It didn’t help that you never quite learned to swim.
Your head tried to stay above but it was uselsss and soon you started taking big gulps of liquid.
You couldn’t-didn’t know how to stay afloat so you sank.
Deep
Deep
Deeper
And it was dark
So very dark
What a truly pitiful end.
You fought so hard these years and for what?
At least the demon wouldn’t have the satisfaction of tearing you apart.
Your lungs burned and you couldn’t hold your breath any longer.
So you let go.
God it was painful, the water rushing in.
Was it possible to cry underwater?
I
I wish I could’ve had more time
I wish
I-
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