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thebottomfromhell · 2 months

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In a scenario where the reader is a hashira, what do you think would happen to him if his relationship with a demon was discovered. I know you wrote something along those lines where the reader was someone ordinary. The Hashiras, in the original work, are mostly nice, but they are very strict-minded about demons, so I wonder what their reaction would be if one of their own basically "betrayed" them. If you think it's going to be very similar, you can just ignore it or just say what you think would happen, without it necessarily being a story. I would appreciate it just the same

The Hashira request I like, the one where we treat them as the corporation of hunters they are instead of the avengers! I usually don't like making reader a Hashira, since I like to make it relatable to most, and let's be honest, the power fantasy is nice but most wouldn't live past Kanoe XD. Besides, it's funnier to make powerless MC's who need constant saving. But once or twice can't hurt.

The Hashira will refer to reader as L/N, as Last Name. Like last time it won't specify gender nor who's Uppermoon reader is with. One difference would be that as a civilian, last time reader only knew about the corps due being warned by their couple, hence only saw them as a bounch of psychos, here they will be more aware of certain things.

Hashira find out Hashira!GN Reader has a relationship with an Upper Moon

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Torture (Mostly non-physical, and the ones ññ, Excesive violence, Mutilation, Mentioned non-consented drug use, Mention of character's death, Implied sexual content, Suicidal character with survival guilt (Giyuu) and Open ending.

You became a Hashira to save others, you were told sometimes you were someone that loves too much, even for this line of work, specially for this line of work. In your ranking, most of everyone is civil to each other (depending on your definition of civil), but there is at least a level of trust. But not the tradiotional trust of sharing your burdens or being able to do things together, every Hashira prefers to work without the others, but trust that everyone else will do their job and kill every demon they meet or die trying.

That is exactly the trust you broke, so everyone is angry, upset and thirsty for blood. Most Hashira think positive things about each other, you also had only good things to say when asked, but now? After all that conversations you had with your lover about the inferiority of humanity, that they are pests, barbaric, backstabbers, a necessary evil... you have to wonder. After they caged you without any warning or mercy, sending Kocho and Shinazugawa for you, ending up beated and drugged.... you wonder. You just wonder.

Is it actually right?

The fellow Hashira could have at least confronted you out of the sake of the this fellowship, you could recieve visits from someone that isn't Kocho, drugging you for the sake of being easier to handle for the kakushi. And not only she drugs you, she always makes sure to remind you of your situation. To shame you, to taunt you, to hurt you. "Ara ara, aren't you eager to move? This is the second time I have to drug you today. You should really give a slack to the kakushi, they are just trying to do their job. But again, considering what you did, I must really question if you care about the efforts of the people in the corps." She says smiling, even if your blurred vision doesn't let you see it clearly, you can tell by her tone. Shinobu spits poison so cafefully with every word. Because she hates you. "You know? A mere civilian or commoner would have a an excuse. The don't know the level of sacrifice we have made, the pain the demons have caused. You? You did. And you had one job, the same as us. To stop that pain or die trying, you should have done the later."

You know about Kanae. You were never told about the demon who killed her nor the details, but it's almost (Tokito...) impossible to be a Hashira and NOT know about her death on the hands of demons. You knew, know that most Hashira have lost something to demons, and yet you decided to get close to one. Close enough to become lovers. But... it was right, at the time. The gentle touches, the vulnerable moments, the softness. The beatings inside your chest, the warmness in your face, that lightness in that voice... you are in love. And that Uppermoon is too, or else you would be dead, like everyone seems to wish you were, already.

You have too much free time in your thoughts, since you are tied up in a way you can't move any of your limbs and struggling cut's your circulation, kept in a dark room, when light and noise only appear when the Kakushi are told to feed you, once a day at most. You have no idea if they were told to do it that way or they are only scared to face a "renegade Hashira" or whatever they call you when you can't hear them. Your body is sore, it has been for the longest time, and you feel constantly sick due Kocho's drugs. Dizzy, tired, too hot, wanting to throw out when anything touches your throat, and even after hours the needles stings remains in wherever she managed to shot you. You also never healed your leg when fighting Shinazugawa, at lealt not properly. You can still feel empty tissues and the bone in your thigh stabbing the flesh, with smaller piece stuck. Your nose is also broken, making you need to breath through the mouth. The only thing Kocho actually tended was a cut through your hand, so you don't die from the blood loss.

You still remember grabbing the tilt of your sword to protect yourself, only to have all of the digits cut out of the hand, keeping in each different fractions, but all of the without the tips. At first there was a fast and intense sting, similar to a burning senssation as your katana started to fall from your grip, then, for a second, a coldness that was at worst, annoying, some sort of emptyness. Finally, when the realization sink there was pain in your pulsating fingers, mixing a lasting feeling of both previous ones, fighting to be the dominant one. You still can feel, on a lesser extent, all the time, those sensations.

It takes a lot for you to not go mad with the lack of contact with everything, and that sensation of being ill. Part of you wonders if your beloved will save you, if any other Hashira will speak to at least let you defend yourself in vain. Every day it becomes less of a reality, which adds resentment. Part of you tells you that you were the one to betray them first, another that longs that sweet voice and touches angers, wanting nothing to get out, to go somewhere safe, with the demon you love. "My sister and my best friend were killed by demons..." One day you suddenly feel a voice besides you... Tomioka. He is giving you his back, speaking only high enough so you can make up what he is saying. "So I really hate them... how... how were you able to love such a monster, knowing well what others suffered because of them?"

You don't know the answer, you can't even speak coherently due the drugs on your system. That is a question you asked yourself so much, thinking that if you didn't fall like that, you wouldn't be in this situation... but... "Sp-cil.... hom.... looovd...." you wonder if the silence means resignation or understanding, but you are glad to have someone close. "You will not be forgiven... there is someone that might, but... he is not here right now, and seeing the situation is probably for the best. I'm sorry." You... honestly can't understand it. That is why you curse Tomioka after he leaves, even if he was the only one willing to listen to you. That feeling only gets worse when you realize he is not in your "trial", he didn't go. The others, as always were neither fast to condemn him or dismiss him because of it, but besides some of them changing the subject, nobody came to his defense. Like you have already realized nobody is comming for yours.

You don't listen when Oyakata-sama speaks, is your attention lacking or he is just talking too low due being sick? None the less you just watch the others. Tokito is there, you want to trash out, but are still drugged and tied up, at the fact the child is here. That is child is going to see you being excecuted... but does it make a difference, this child has killed even more powerful demons than you, and you has never seem to care. Is it really that different to see a human die than a demon? Because everyone else seems so eager to see you die as one. You wouldn't know, you never wished death upon any specific human nor killed any. Yes, sometimes you curse some more anstract subjects, like people who hurt others, some criminals, and so, but you have never talked to anyone and wished you could kill them.

Every Hashira seems obsessed with death in one way or another, even if it's only to avoid it like Mitsuri, who is crearly sobbing and trying to keep it down. "Where is Tomioka? We shouldn't start without him!" Asks Rengoku impossible to not hear him, even in your state, but you know that he isn't comming probably asked permission for it. Damn him, that coward. You can also basically hear the scoffs from Shinazugawa and Obanai. After some seconds you feel the Serpent Hashira stab your shoulder with that irregula blade, making the cut difficult ans uneven, not covering the bleeding at all. "Obanai! Stop! Do not let your anger cloud your judgement!" Himejima acrually screams, and Obanai is close enough for you to hear and see him decently.

There is also a significant, loud, growing hatred in his eyes. Being any other situation you would tease that it's because you made Kanroji cry, but you know better. It's because he trusted you to kill demons and die trying, and you didn't. Come to think about it, it's an unfair standard to hold against anyone. What about those who had someone to go hone to? What about those too young to die? What about those who have a bright future ahead? Is everyone expected to? "My judgement?! What about L/N's judgement! This level of treason is unforgivable! It deserves more than a quick death! I apologize, Oyakata-sama, but I can't accept your desition!" Kanroji only cries harder at the time she speaks. "NO! NO! Y/N-SAN IS STILL OUR FRIEND! WE SHOULD AT LEAST MAKE IT AS PAINLESS AS POSSIBLE!"

"OUR FRIEND? A FRIEND DOESN'T GO AND SLEEP WITH THE ENEMY! IF L/N SIDES WITH THE ENEMY THEN WE TREAT THEM AS SUCH!" Shinazugawa screams at her, moving her direction angrily, so both Kocho and Rengoku put themself in between. You can't hear what Kocho says, but you can definetely make up what Rengoku does. "Shinazugawa! I understand your anger! This betrayal woould never go unpunished! But if we torture and rip L/N as we pleasw we won't be better than demons! We must answer with humanity!"

There is arguing, a lot of noise, Himejima and Tokito-kun are the only ones that are not with to it, besides the big boss who will only let them cool down by themselves, but you don't know that because you can make any voice out of the sounds, but because you know them. You know them... You spoke with them, shared meals and stories with some, worked with them... you know them, and they know you. And still, they will be the ones to kill you as long as they sort their shit out before you bleed to death.

"SILENCE! THIS IS SO UNFLASHY, WE SHOULD NOT BE GOING AGAINST EACH OTHER AFTER SUCH AN EVENT. We are already too on edge for this treason, we we can handle it. We should not be losing trust on each other!" Suddenly screams Uzui as he takes out his weapons, unecesaryly moving them for show, having the blades surrounding his torso, arms and shoulders without a single scratch on him. "I should be the one who deals with this. I know how to make it fast." He gets close to you as your vision becomes even more blured, to the point everything is red. Not black yet, you can basically see your eyelids and your own blood on the ground. You feel cold, trembling violently, you are pain, wanting to throw up your empty, tight and twisted stomach, feeling as if your organs will leave your body through the mouth the second you give into that urge. You pant, having a hard time breathing, every muscles is sore and protests... You are scared.

You swore that was what forced you to stay awake, even after loosing so much blood, but then... "Well, isn't this sad?" You hear a voice loud and clear, masculine. One that you have never heard before but still edges you. Your heart beats faster and normally you would worry about what that would mean something for the bloodloss, but... you don't feel like you are loosing blood, on the contrary, you feel more. "To be honest, I didn't notice at first you had my blood in your system, but now that you are weak, loosing the liquids of your body, the few drops you had inside are taking over. I won't pretend I don't know about your... intimacy with one of my powerful demons, but let me tell you this. It can save you."

You.... can be saved? You want to be saved, you have no idea where Uzui is, if he is near and ready to make the last blow or the arguing is stopping him. "You see, right now I can speak with you, share myself, but I can't take any look in your mind. But if you were to say where you are, I will gladly save you. Just tell where where are the ones who hurt you, and I'll even reward you with more blood. Don't you think it's a winning deal for you?" You cal sell out everyone for your own survival. Do you actually want them to die? To be killed. You feel suddenly a bit better, as the demon cells fight off the drugs.

You take air into your lungs softly and-

Tomioka Giyuu is in his home. He didn't want to be part of this. For now he doesn't want to think about it, the fact that one day he might take your place for not killing that demon girl. Urokodaki sends him letters of Kamado Tanjiro's process, the boy sends him his own letters too. He reads them all. Right now he has a brush in his hands, wondering if he should answer. He is tempted to write back, congratulate him, tell him he is doing good, to take care of himself and his sister, or at least to warn him about some difficulties he might face.

He can't. He doesn't want to get attached, no matter how nice and lovely the boy is, of how much he reminds him of himself when younger, except Tanjiro has more talent and is more capable that he was at his age. He will make a great water Hashira, far better than him. But for that Tomioka can't risk the others undermining his judgement by defending you. He didn't know if he would or not, and he didn't want to find out. Right now, that important thing is to ensure that the boy will take his place, and that means taking his distance too. Because everyone that Giyuu has ever held so dear into his heart dies. His sister and Sabito.... and even if you too were not close, not really friend... but still.

"It shoukd have been me." Is the only thing he can think as he sets the brush aside, not having written anything, and saving the letters carefully in a box. Then, just silence.

It doesn't matter anymore.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #shinobu kocho #giyuu tomioka #sanemi shinazugawa #gyomei himejima #muichiro tokito #mitsuri kanroji #rengoku kyojuro #obanai iguro #tengen uzui #reader x uppermoon #I'm not denying my favoritism

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kyojurismo · 11 months

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Any hashira or uppermoon with a daughter (i’m having baby fever)

little side note. the hashira are a few years older in this.

gyomei who likes to have you sitting on his lap, feeling you rambling about anything while he’s around the others.

giyu who definitely has a shy daughter, but he makes sure no one messes w you because he knows how it feels so; he would also watch you play around while he’s talking with shinobu.

mitsuri who carries you on her back and shows you off to everybody and praises you saying that you’re her special girl, you’re super smart, you’re stronger than her when she was a little girl, etc. she kisses all over your face all the time.

obanai who let kaburamaru stay around your neck so he can protect you if needed and rambles about you being a smart and strong girl, with a prideful tone.

kyojuro who randomly kneel and tie your hair (like his) and take your hand so you can meet all his fellow hashira and show off that sweet smile he adores; he’s praising you all the time & of course taught you to say umai! after every bite of food (rip whoever eats around you two).

tengen who has you sitting on his shoulders all the time because he loves hearing you giggling as you stare down at the people around you; he loves painting your nails as his own and then show off how you two have matching nails.

shinobu who is teaching you medical stuff and says that you’re so smart as you’re a fast learner and that she’s proud of your joyful and caring personality; you remind her of her sister kanae.

sanemi who definitely gave life to a cute little gremlin; “don’t mess with my baby girl, or else she’s gonna kick your ass,” and he’s so proud while saying that, because he taught you personally how to take care of yourself.

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kokushibouthings · 1 year

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Uppermoons reaction to you pinching their cheek

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Content: SFW, fluff maybe? Tried to fit all uppermoons expect gyokko cause idk what to write for him, gender neutral reader

Pairing: Uppermoon x reader idk

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As soon as you walk up to him, you realize he basically doesn't even have any cheeks.

Your confused and not sure what to do, but ends up trying to pinch whatevers underneath his lower pair of eyes

Hes confused, staring at you with all 6 of his eyes basically demanding an explanation

But when you walk away without saying a word he gets even more confused, starting to get a bit mad from it being unreasonable

You ended up being on your knees infront of him the next night...

He greets you happily, asking what your doing here thinking your here because you miss him

When you suddenly pinch his cheek, he dramatically leaves his mouth agape acting shocked

Suddenly acts happy, pinching your cheek aswell giving your other cheek a little kiss

It ends up backfiring with you as red as a tomato, sitting beside him as some followers come inside the room because he forced you to do so..

A small ’huh?’ can be heard from him

surprisingly he flushes a little red but turns back to normal instantly.

Asks you why you did that out of the blue

“I thought it'd be funny.” he turns confused, but chuckles feeling amused.

He screams, horrified dodging your hand as you were about to pinch him

Hes basically crawling on the wall beside you now...

You had to end up apologizing trying to reassure him you weren't trying to do anything harmful to him

(I'm too lazy to do his clones)

You took a while to convince her into teleporting you near her just so you could pull this off

You had to slip your hand under her long ass curtain bangs, just to pinch her cheek.

She doesn't respond, but eventually realizes what you did after a while

You fall into a shoji door below you teleporting you into the platform infront of her again.

"I love you, but don't do that please." You apologize to her but she somehow ends up apologizing too..

Hes confused when you randomly just walked up to him, pinching his cheek.

He starts to seem amused, kissing your cheek while tackling you onto the ground

"You're cute when your flustered.."

You pinched her cheek suddenly as she was doing her makeup,

She turns her head to you looking confused with you two having a staring contest for a while.

"Huh? Are you feeling okay?" She just thinks its because you miss her attention and starts showering you with some love

Hes confused. Scratching his neck, wondering why you did that

"Sorry, I just wanted to see your reaction" He stops scratching his neck, his mouth slightly open seemingly confused yet surprised

"Ehhh...m'kay then...?" He says in confused tone, planting a little kiss on your forehead as he leaves going back to what he was doing.

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bones4thecats · 15 days

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Their S/O Is A Slayer's Ancestor

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: Their S/O Is A Slayer's Ancestor Characters: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, and Gyutaro Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts

A/N: Because the reader is placed in a ranking of another character's, the others moons are pushed down a rank, with Gyutaro and Daki being uppermoon 7 in each part. This may not be my best piece, but I do hope you guys enjoy it! Have a great rest of your days/nights!

⚠️ TW: Slight swearing, mentions of death, violent actions, and gore ⚠️

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Uppermoon 2! Reader ; Ancestor to Himejima Gyomei

🌘 These damned crows were starting to annoy you more than anything ever

🌘 Hearing the constant croaks of the birds was only pressuring you to the point of using your blood demon art - which was to create boulders of different sizes and masses - smashing at someone, to the max

🌘 But now with these slayers coming in from all corners, and with them now attacking at full-strength, Kokushibo was even becoming annoyed at them

🌘 And the certain duo that were attacking you just glared and let out a large amount of swears, much to your agitation

🌘 Though, the larger-built hashira seemed familiar

" Himejima-Sensei! Boulder on your left! "

🌘 Himejima…? He's… he can’' be…

🌘 You then froze in place as memories began to wash over your brain, though the faces of the males and females were all blurry except for one… a young baby with gorgeous black hair, he looked so similar to him… because he as a part of his lineage

" Himejima…? You can't be… " " What shit-stained nonsense are you spilling from your mouth, demon?! " " You’re my boy descendant's kin, aren't you? "

🌘 Gyomei froze in place as Kokushibo stood beside you with his sword drawn and ready for any incoming attack from the other three slayers

" Gyomei… you're related to that thing?! " " You- you're Y/N L/N? "

🌘 Well… this just got awkward

Uppermoon 3! Reader ; Ancestor to the Kocho Sisters

🧊 You sat as the wind flowed through your hair, sending the long locks in the direction of the sakura trees, a frustrated expression laid on your face as your spouse walked through the doors

" My love? Why are you still sitting there? The sun will be rising soon, we wouldn't want you burning alive, now would we? " " Douma… is it true you killed the Flower Hashira today? "

🧊 Looking at you with slightly widened eyes, Douma chuckled and rubbed his neck

" Well- I mean, yes. Why, love? "

🧊 Standing up, your large black butterfly wings spread out as your kimono began to rapidly flow in the sudden burst of wind caused by your anger

" You killed my descendant, you insolent moron! Can you not use your brain for a few seconds before killing a woman?! Good gods! "

🧊 Douma stared at you in shock, you had never been so mad at someone - well, other than Gyokko when he dared to call your care for your deceased and ongoing family line to be disgusting

🧊 He held his head down as his heart squeezed lightly in his chest

🧊 How could he have not seen the slight similarities, the long hair style, the similar eyes, hell, the girl even had a similar ability; controlling something nature related

" Y/N, I am sorry for not thinking more. But, please understand, she was going to kill me then you! I cannot let anything harm the one being I have ever felt for throughout my centuries of life. "

🧊 Nodding lightly as the wind calmed and vines receded down into the ground, you buried your face into the second uppermoon's chest as he cooed and hugged you

🧊 If only you knew what awaited you both years later…

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Uppermoon 4! Reader ; Ancestor to Insouke Hashibira

❄️ Akaza was starting to get worried, he had been searching for you for hours. The last he had seen of you, you had argued with Douma, resulting in him cutting your eye, making you scream and run off in anger and terror

❄️ As he flung himself through the trees of the nearby forest and landing on the ground, Akaza began to hear a melody being sung

" As a souvenir from her hometown, what did she give you? A toy drum and a small bamboo flute. "

❄️ He noticed that you were singing while looking down at a small gravestone, engraved into it was a name he was far from familiar with, at least from a distance

❄️ As he got closer, the letters became more familiar; Kotoha Hashibira - Loving mother and outstanding daughter of M/N and F/N Hashibira, granddaughter of M/N and F/N L/N, and Great-granddaughter of M/N and Y/N L/N

❄️ His eyes widened; this woman was your great-granddaughter, but why were you crying over her, and how did you remember her so well? You have been a demon for quite a while, maybe around 80 or so years now, and memories normally go away after mere hours

❄️ Your sobs were hurting his heart, and as he stepped closer, he began to hum the melody as you continued to sing, your tears falling into the ground as you finished for the fourth time

" Why did that bastard have to harm her? She did nothing wrong… " " Did one of the moons kill her, love? " " Douma… he just- he killed her without giving her the chance of running away with him… Inosuke. " " Inosuke? " " Her son. She had thrown him down a cliff and into water, but- I don’t know if he survived or not… he’d be sixteen now if he did. Oh lord, I hope he lived. "

❄️ Looking down at the stone and back at you, he ran to the field and grabbed a flower before putting it into your hair as you cried into his shoulder

❄️ He was going to have to speak to Douma later. That guy needs to explain his doings in more detail.

Uppermoon 3! Reader ; Ancestor to Kyojuro Rengoku

🩸 The sounds of grunts and screams were echoing throughout the Infinity Castle, alarming every inhabitant besides Muzan Kibutsuji, who knew what was going on, he always kept tabs on his subjects

🩸 Gyutaro looked up in shock as he heard a door open and a loud crash, and as he looked up, he noticed that Daki was staring in shock as you stood there, your eyebrows furrowed as your yellow and red hair flared up in flames

🩸 Looking to his right he saw Akaza, the man a rank below you in uppermoon 4, and he could tell just from a glance how bloodied he was, after all, there were cuts and holes gushing blood throughout his frame

🩸 This was even to much for Gyutaro to look at

" You killed him, you sick fucker! " " Who in the world are you talking about, Y/N?! " " You killed Kyojuro! He was my descendant, you shithead! He was supposed to fight me, not your pink-haired ass! "

🩸 The rest of the moons who were summoned there watched as you grabbed Akaza and burned him with your Blood Demon Art, and they could all tell you were beyond speaking to

🩸 Only Muzan was capable of calming you in this situation - well, him and Gyutaro, but he was getting more nervous with every passing second

🩸 You eventually let Akaza go and allow your flame-coded hair to fall back down as your anger began to subside, allowing the uppermoon to stand up and start healing himself as you just stared at him blankly

" If you ever dare lay your hands on any Rengoku member again, I will not stop burning you until you become a pile of ash and blood, like the hand you left in Kyojuro's stomach. Understood, Akaza? " " Understood, Rengoku-sama. " " Good. "

🩸 You then walked away and wrapped your arms around Gyutaro's extremely malnutritioned form, a small amount of warmth radiating off of your body from the previous rage

🩸 Gyutaro sighed and hugged you back, knowing his comfort was beyond yours right now. Your rage was far scarier than Muzan's - well, it was close to it, but still!

🩸 You merely hummed and asked Nakime to send you both back to your selected room in the Castle, and the other moons noticed how shaky she was when striking the cord on her biwa to send you away

🩸 Thank goodness he was in the Entertainment District at the time of this Kyojuro guy's death, he didn't wanna be on the other end of his lover's anger. That wouldn't be the best for the poor guy

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tonixe · 10 months

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Hey can I pls have upper moons with a goddess storm/ororo Munroe reader? Or a scarlet witch/Wanda Maximoff reader?

♰ ★ 𝖀𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

n.o.t.e.s - OMG YES, I LOVE THIS IDEA!

w.a.r.n - None, doma being a menace, and the reader not reading the room.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - various!Uppermoons x godess!reader

w.c - 675

You slowly opened your eyes to see a man with oddly but bright rainbow eyes staring at you. As you blinked several times before pushing yourself far away from the man.

Before the creepy figure chuckled " She's awake!" his odd monotone voice, made your body shake. As you quickly whipped your hand across your body sending a gust of red magic going towards the unknown man before he quickly dodges the attack.

While you stood up, trying to balance yourself onto the ground. "WHO ARE YOU" you yelled, as you looked at the blonde-haired man, baring your teeth at him. Before you stared around your surroundings, you saw a bunch of people—no demons. Staring at you, "What the fuck" you cursed under your breath, as the demons looked at you curious.

"Where am I" you barked at him, you felt your hands turning warm as your eyes glittered with red color. "You're in the Infinity Castle, thanks to the biwa lady!" he clasped his hands together, giving you a smile. You lowered your hands down. The color of your eyes flickering into their natural color.

"Where's the exit" you muttered, "A-"

"There are no exits" Akaza cut Douma mid-sentence, looking at your pissed-off figure. "What do you mean there are no exits, why am I here!" you yelled, walking to him but stopping mid-way.

"No exits, how the fuck did I get here" you barked, "You were here before any of us" Daki interrupted, you as she looked at you oddly.

She crossed her arms against her chest, she was young but dressed in revealing clothes, "How old are you" you said, pointing at her, "HUH? WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?" she exclaimed, puffing out her cheeks.

"You look 14, and I don't think kids are supposed wear something like that" you said out, before registering what you said.

"HUH?!?" she yelled before she almost attacked you before her brother grabbed her. You cocked your head at her before you felt a strong aura spawning behind you, you immediately saw the demons bowing down.

Before you turned around to see a man, with black hair and red crimson eyes. His aura was creepy for you, as your body conscious started heating up, feeling your eyes glittering with color.

The unknown man gave you a look, that made you shake to your core. You manage to look at him in the eye, though fear paralyzes you.

Before his body-chilling voice ranged through the infinite castle. "What's the update on the blue spider lily," he said, nobody said anything, the atmosphere was tense.

"I said, what is the update" he yelled out, before someone spoke up, "W-well, Lord Muzan. The location of it is unknown, but I do have some information about" one of them, you guessed demons said. His whole appearance was odd to you, it was a body coming out of a vase, and his eyes and mouth were in opposite places.

"Well, are you going to be an idiot or say it," Muzan said, it was a flashed, that the demon's head was in his hand. Before the he started rambling about the information he had, when he was done, his head was throwing to the ground, as you at the head rolling.

"Since you guys can't find a simple flower, I found something better," Muzan said before he shortly degraded the uppermoons.

"You" you were snapped out of though, as he pointed at you.

"You're going to find it" he said, turning his body towards, shortly all eyes were on you.

"Me?" you pointed at yourself, "what is a spider lily" you questioned, deadpanning. "Huh," Muzan said, "Do you seriously don't know what a blue spider lily is" Muzan said, twitching his eyebrows.

"No.." you said, cocking your head to the side.

"Are you serious right now" he closed his eyes, and put his hand on his nose bridge, in a pissed-off expression.

The upper moons just looked at you incredulously, "So.. could I go home now?" giving him a smile.

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sorrowful-lover · 2 months

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Hi! I have a request if that's ok. What do you think a Yandere Kokushibo x Reader wedding would be like? Thank you and have a good day!

Yandere Husband! Kokushibo x Wife! Human Reader - Once Upon a Time

Warning: Yandere, Possessive actions, depression

Slight Summary: You felt foolish, you felt dumb, you felt betrayed, you felt lied to, and you can't do anything, but blame yourself for it.

I'm guessing the reader is a human, I'm so sorry if that's not what wanted! I hope this is to your liking!!

The infinity castle was silent, as you and Kokushibo sat side by side on your own zabuton pillows, you could feel Kokushibo's ever-observant gaze on you and everyone else. His possessiveness over you made him almost beastly. You were both dressed in traditional wedding kimonos, along with everyone else who was dressed for the occasion. It was formal and quiet. You all listen to Muzan as he recites the wedding officiant.

Your head was held down, your thoughts wondering elsewhere, as you really didn't want to be married off, your demon lover, soon-to-be husband, Kokoshibo was a bastard that you had once upon a time loved with all your heart, but you now hated him. When you first met him, he was so kind, sweet, patient, loving, and shy, he was a monster, but he was the man you loved.

Once upon a time, feeling like a lifetime ago, you never thought you would get married, especially not to a demon of all creatures. You were a young girl, living your life according to traditions and your normal customs. You lived with your ever-loving parents, never having been married to a man, you were to stay home, as women couldn't own one alone, she'd have to become a widow for such a thing to happen. Not far from your home, was a field of flowers, where you'd frolicked, danced, and picked flowers when you were feeling trapped or depressed. It was that very field, on a cloudless night with a full moon acting as your only source of light, where you first met him.

You usually didn't venture out at night, but you desperately wanted to clear your mind from your rare nightly thoughts. Loneliness and depression always seem to show their ugly head at such a time. Moving stealthily through the home, you exited with little to no trouble, and you ran for the field. The moon was your only source of light on a cloudless night, sitting on your hip in the soft grass where you gently picked the flowers. A small smile on your face as your depressive thoughts weren't smothering you anymore.

You weren't sure why, but you just happened to look up, and there you saw him. Standing in the distance, stiff like a statue. You grew frightened, as you were alone at night, and a stray man stood in the distance, just seemingly staring at you. You quickly move to stand up, a worried look on your face as you stare at him. You stood there a little longer, debating on whether you should call out to him or not, but you chose not to, running back to the safety of your parent's home. After that, you didn't venture out to the field at night for a while, for it had spooked you.

However, once more, your loneliness and depression made a nightly appearance 3 months later, you rolled in your bed, your troubling thoughts keeping you from sleeping. You looked towards the wooden bared window in your room, seeing the full moon on a cloudless night once more. The images of the man flashed before your thoughts and fear gripped your throat, as it was on a night like this when you first saw him. Your fear won, and you forced yourself to sleep through your sad tears.

The night grew long after that, as your depression grew and weighed on you, your desperation for a peace of mind outweighed your fears, and you decided to sneak out of your home and out to the field once more. You were more cautious of your surroundings this time, as you sat on the balls of your feet, prepared to jump up and run if needed, but the man was nowhere in sight. You grew relaxed and you were once more seated on your hip. You never saw the man that night, and many more nights after that, so you brushed it off as a one-time thing, a coincidence.

Came the next few months, and you were once more faced with your depressive thoughts, you didn't hesitate to make your way out to the field, the moon, once again your only source of light. Once to the field, you raced and frolicked around for a bit, and you smiled happily as you found a spot with the most flowers, there you sat on your hip and quickly got lost in your musing. You began humming a light tune to yourself, your small voice slowly forming words as your humming turned to singing. "Your voice.. is beautiful." Came a deep, older male's voice.

It was so close, your hair stood on end, your eyes wide in fear as you froze in what you were doing. You blinked and released a shaky sigh in anticipation as you slowly looked around yourself, you saw nothing and you wrote it off as your imagination. Your hand reached up to hold your chest, your heart beating rapidly in its caged prison. "I must be sleepy, I'm hearing voices." You said softly to yourself as you thought over what you believed to be a hallucinated voice.

"I assure you.. I am real." Came his voice once more, but closer, too close. Your head whipped around as you looked behind yourself, your eyes shifting frantically as fearful tears gathered in your eyes. "Wh-wh--whoo-oes... Whoes there?" You stuttered out. "For.. I am"He said once more, you looked back forward with a whip of your head, and your heart practically stopped beating. Your vision became that of tunnel vision, your flight or fight reflexes activating rapidly.

You felt faint as your mind tried to process what you were staring at. His six eyes stared deeply into yours, almost as if he were searching for something. Your brain felt as though it were shutting down from the fear itself, for you were looking at a monster, and you just knew that you were to die. Your eyes lost focus as they became dull with unconsciousness and they rolled into the back of your head as your body went limp.

Your world went dark, and then you awoken, in the safety of your room, your covers over your body. You lay there, numb for a moment, as your brain processes your memory. 'Did I truly see that?... Did I truly see a monster?' You thought, your inner monologing voice just as numb as your body. Your eyes slowly drifted back close, as your brain was far too tired to stay awake, having just experienced a sense of life or death in such a rapid fashion.

Your world wasn't the same after that, your thoughts constantly wondering to that night, his six eyes were the only thing you remember seeing, the red sclera of his eye, the yellow iris that gazed back at you, the kanji in his eyes... it was all you could think about... you felt crazy because instead of avoiding the night, you made it a point to venture out more often, hoping to see him once more.

It was a long while before you did, but you never lost hope that he wouldn't show up, and your hope proved to be fruitful as he eventually made his appearance. This time, you were able to get a better look at him. He was tall, powerful, disciplined, stoic, monstrous, and handsome. You were fearful and weary of him, but your curiosity was able to surpass the feeling. He proved to be sweet.

He was kind, patient, and stoic. He held a form of grace about himself that you couldn't help but admire. It became a nightly routine for you both to meet up in the field, you talked and you laughed. You no longer came to the field out of sadness, it was now out of joy. Over time, you grew comfortable with him, you'd make him a couple of flower crowns, and he tried to make you some in return, although his pride was strong and he wouldn't ever allow you to watch him struggle with the delicate plant. It was cute. Your curiosity for him grew and eventually, it bloomed into love. He was a creature of the night, and you were a soul of the day, but your love couldn't have been more right.

When you left to be with Kokushibo, you never told your parents, you wrote them a note, telling them how much you appreciated them and how much you'll miss them and that you promised to visit. You felt guilty for doing such a thing, but you couldn't allow this opportunity to pass you. So you left with him one night, never looking back as you did.

Off on your own with him, you both traveled for miles, days, months, and years. Wandering all over Japan, watching as he'd fight to protect you from his pursuers, he'd leave you to your lonesome on some occasions, going to a nearby village, only to return with a gift for you. You were happily traveling with Kokushibo, but you were ready for a home, gone was the young girl, and in her place was a young woman, and Kokushibo knew it. So, he got you both a lovely little home deep in the woods.

It was a decent-sized home, and you loved it. He'd leave you there on your own, leaving you to your duties as an unmarried wife. You were able to make a few friends with the travelers and their wives, and you were always so happy when they'd make time in their busy schedules to come and see you. He'd come home every few months, checking in on you and allowing you to wash his clothes, and to accompany him in a soothing bath.

You enjoyed pampering him, and he seemed to enjoy it just as much. The years passed, and you bloomed into a wonderful young woman, with a sense of pride, self-respect, and discipline. He felt that you were ready for marriage, and you were pleased to hear it. You've been ready to marry him for a while, wanting to be his for life and he yours.

You'd both live happy lives forever, and you were so ready for it... but that's when everything went wrong. His sweetness turned to bitterness, his kindness turned to rudeness, his patience turned to urgency, and his love turned to possession. He wasn't the man you loved anymore, he wouldn't allow you to leave your home, he'd sometimes keep you locked in one room for days, he wouldn't allow the small group of friends you've obtained to come over anymore, he kept you close, an eye always on your every little movement.

You tried, on several occasions to run away, once your pipedream was shattered that he wasn't going to ever revert back, but he'd always catch you before you could get too far. On a good day, he'd cuddle with you, his cold hugs were comforting, but his words of possession and promise of punishment didn't match his actions. Then, your freedom was completely stripped from you, when you and he were brought to the infinity castle.

There you learned the ugly truth, that the man you loved so deeply really was a monster, he killed and ate your parents, your friends, any other humans who you even shared a smile with on your travels together, he was a demon, a heartless monster.

Once upon a time, he was lovely, he was revered as cool, now he was cruel and you were a fool. You felt so alone, the infinity castle was so big, empty, cold, and devoid of any life. Kept in a room that resembled a small home, the only good thing from any of this was the fact that he'd come and go more often, but it wasn't the same, and it never will be.

The sound of cheering brought you back to the present from your thoughts of the past, from the life you so foolishly threw away. You looked around, the upper moons all having smiles on their faces as they threw rice at you and Kokushibo. Your wedding was complete, and your life was sealed. If you've learned anything from your time in this twisting, turning adventure, it was to act. A smile graced your red-painted lips, your hand intertwining with Kokushibo's as you felt your heartbreak, as your fate was sealed forever.

This was your life now, this was your new beginning.

Once upon a time, a young girl dreamed of falling in love and getting married, she lived in her parents' house still, as young women weren't allowed to own one themselves unless they were widows.

Once upon a time, there was a naive young girl, living in a fantasy land, she never realized it, but she had it all.

Once upon a time, you were that very girl, you were free.

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akazzzaa · 2 months

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Fuck it i had an idea

Akaza has three tattoos on his dick that go around

One just below the tip

He runs his cock up and down your pussy, slowly sinking in until he can’t see the first strip no more. You moan and buck your hips to him already wanting more but he stops you. He holds you down with his strong arms. “Not yet, one at a time remember?” He whispers in your ear.

One halfway through

His hand comes down to play with your breast. He moves into you some more, he’s now halfway in you. One more to go.

You moan more,”please akaza-donoooo~ just fuck me alredy” Akaza smirks and shakes his head. “Patience, halfway there, you’re doing so well” he leans down and kisses your neck, tasting your skin and sweat.

He manoeuvres your body, putting your feet above your head giving him a perfect view of his cock in your pussy, you wish you could see what he sees, but just seeing his sculptured body manhandle you was good enough

He moves a hand to your clit and rubs a few times, then uses two fingers to spread your pussy more to get an even better look.

One by the pubic area

He slowly moves all the way in, smirking and looking down at you,”Fuck thats it.Such a good girl”

#demon slayer #kny #kny x reader #akaza x reader #akaza #demon slayer x reader #upper moons #uppermoon three #kimitsu no yaiba

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myslvtwritings · 8 months

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BLINKS. Ok so laikkkk. You know how Muzan has that fake wife? IMAGINE LIKE um reader or whatever the fuck it’s called?! FINDING OUT and she’s just standing infront of Muzan Like 🧍🏻‍♀️yo wtf. DOES THIS MAKE SENSE

YES THIS MAKES SENSE! thank you for requesting😭😭

➤ Fem!Reader finding out about Muzan’s fake wife

➤ SFW headcanons (not proof read)

Muzan kibutsuji x Fem!reader

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warnings: kinda angsty also reader does not take shit from men (💀💀)

Man oh man.

Livid would be an understatement..

Muzan knows you can be scary.

After all, you’re one of those women who doesn’t take shit from men, you’re fiercely independent, you petrify the demon king himself with your audacious and captivating personality.

It was one of the things that attracted this walking menace towards you in the first place.

Now, Muzan does love you, so do not overthink and assume he actually loves his little false wife.

Oh, he couldn’t give a shit about her. But fake wife or not, you’d still consider it cheating.

In hindsight, he knew it was wrong but that didn’t stop him.

Anyway, that thought of you finding out his secret always loomed in the back of his mind.

However, he brushes this off, foolishly thinking this isn’t a humongous deal and you wouldn’t find out.

My god, he couldn’t have been more wrong. It’s embarrassing really..

No one knows how on god mother earth you found out but that night when Muzan returns home you confront him about it immediately. You aren’t going to sugar coat this for him nor pretend like you didn’t catch him in the act? pfft, only pussies do that.

But to be blunt you probably found out because you caught him kissing her in the entertainment district

“Oh, welcome home, dear! Now, do you mind telling me about your second wife? Or am i the second wife?”

Muzan’s response is silence at first. That being the dead giveaway.

You’re honestly just confused, like he already has you?? Why does he need to have this lil side hoe??

Deep down, you’re honestly hurt but you do a pretty damn good job at covering it up with that sarcastic smile of yours.

Meanwhile, Muzan denies it.

This only adds more fuel to the fire.

LIKE YOU CAN FEEL YOIR BLOOD BOILING.

No way he just lied to your face.

I mean, yeah, Muzan is a malicious demon at the end of the day so of course his interpretation on the human population is going to be fucked up on so many levels.

Thinks all humans are naive and incredibly stupid.

Besides you of course.

But the man isn’t a brainless amateur either he knows you’re different from the rest. Another reason why he actually has romantic feelings towards you.

Anyway, since you’re a girl boss, you obviously call him out on his bullshit lies and it provokes full blown fight between y’all.

You try to fight back tears, all these feelings are too much for you to bare.

You’re honestly crying because of how damn frustrating it is.

It’s also important to add Muzan has never witnessed you cry.

Feels guilty now but doesn’t dare to express it.

You manage to soothe your nerves down and continuously debunk the situation.

In the end, you have him backed up into a corner.

Then you proceed to reveal how you found out.

Muzan realizes that he can no longer escape this situation nor lie to you any longer.

Admitting his defeat, he confesses how he obtains a fake wife but doesn’t even feel anything towards her.

Muzan reassures you that he only has eyes for you, only feels these feelings towards you, assures you that he and his fake wife have nothing serious and that he only uses her to blend in with humanity.

You hear him out, listening to his explanation but then ask why he couldn’t just use you to blend in??

His response is that he desires to keep you safe and secured, if the slayers knew you were his weak point they’d definitely kill you so there is his explanation for cheating.

Bro just doesn’t want to lose you. Witnessing your murder would be his demise.

You calm down entirely, however, you aren’t 100% okay with him having a fake wife.

So you just give him an out.

Like, “it’s either her or me” you express in a very sharp tone to show how serious you are about this.

Of course he chooses you, after all, he always would.

Dislikes how you posses this much control over him. Your dominate nature doesn’t sit right with him.

But kudos to you!! He murdered divorced said wife and now there are no more issues. But you still are upset with him even awhile after that. Yeah, you aren’t going to move past it too quickly and because he’s such a manipulative narcissist your guard is always up around him.

But i mean who can blame you? You’re dating the demon king after all.

THIS WAS LOW-KEY ENJOYABLE TO WRITE!? i hope it meets your expectations and i hope this made sense! I’m working on multiple requests right now but this one was easier and faster to write due to it only being one character.

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trancylovecraft · 1 year

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(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro.

YSIK Masterlist // Next chapter

A Cherry Blossom is a pretty flower, Blooming in the spring and representing renewal and joy. However it is quick to die out in the winter, Shrivelling up with it's beautiful colour following with it. Leaving the memory of it gone yet never forgotten.

The moon shun bright in the obsidian black sky.

The light that came down illuminated a small, yet well kept gravestone.

It was old, Ancient probably, Cracks were illustrated boldly into the corners and wrapped around the granite like spider webs. it seemed it was about to fall apart at the seams, yet held strong.

Flowers of all colour bustled around the bottom, Fresh, Newly planted.

A man sat on his knees in front of the stone, the only motion he made was the light breeze running through his hair, making his ponytail sway in the wind.

This was no man but instead a demon.

All six of his eyes lay transfixed on the carving written dead-centre on the tombstone, Carved with great care and precision to get it just right.

'[F/N] Tsugikuni'

The mans face was stoic and unreadable, but his eyes were filled with great sorrow and regret.

Kokushibo's arm reached out to the stone, Clawed hands tracing over the lettering carved out.

He asked himself

'How did it come to this?'

☆♡☆

"Michi-Nii!"

A young girl in a blue dragon-patterned haori called out from a distance, She could of only been about four or five yet her little legs were fast and let her catch up to her older brother.

Michikatsu turned around, Mildly surprised at his sister's sudden appearance he stopped in his tracks letting her finally reach him.

"[F/N]. I thought I told you to stay at home and help mother today, You know she needs someone to help her out." Michikatsu said, A little white lie.

His mother, While she wasn't in the best condition, Didn't currently need any help and even if she did little [F/N] would not of been able to do much about it. After all, She was still very young.

[F/N] heaved trying to catch her breath from all that running.

"I know Michi-Nii! but I wanted to come watch you fight!" [F/N] said excitedly, A big expecting smile on her face.

Michikatsu looked into [F/N]'s big puppy dog eyes and sighed. He just couldn't resist.

"..Well alright.. But for the record it's not 'fighting' it's sword training, I'm not fighting anyone, Just preparing for the day when I do, When I become a samurai!" Michikatsu said triumphantly.

[F/N] squealed.

"That's so cool! When I'm a big kid I wanna fight with swords and become a sam-u-mai!" She exclaimed.

"Samurai" Michikatsu corrected.

"Samai!" She responded.

"Samurai" Michikatsu said, Extra slowly so [F/N] could pick up the syllables.

"Samrai!" She said with complete confidence.

Michikatsu snorted and ruffled the girls hair, Who laughed in return.

"Nevermind, Let's get a move on then."

☆♡☆

The sun was high in the sky naming afternoon.

[F/N] sat on the grassy hill next to her brother, Yorichii.

They sat together watching Michikatsu over yonder train his sword swings by hitting dummies out in the field. She watched in wonder at his determination and focus to his craft

Yorichii was the middle child of the family, Michikatsu the oldest and [F/N] the youngest.

Yorichii was a mute. Never spoke or made any motion to communicate, However that never stopped [F/N]'s undying attempts of trying to.

This mostly just consisted of [F/N] following him around, Sleeping in his futon when she had a nightmare or just simply talking her little heart out to him, To which he'd always respond with a little smile and a nod, Showing that he was listening.

He was usually a daydreamer, But today he seemed just as transfixed as she was at their older brother's training.

"Yor-Nii, Where are you going?" [F/N] asked as she watched Yorichii wander down the hill towards Michikatsu.

As usual she got no answer, So she got up and followed him down.

Michikatsu was so fixated on his sword swings that he never noticed Yorichii standing behind him.

So when the physics of one of his sword slashes brought him back stumbling into Yorichii that snapped him out of his training fever.

"Yorichii? What is it?" Michikatsu said surprised. His brother had never interfered while he was training

Yorichii stood still and took in a deep breath, He clenched his fists as if bracing for impact. He opened his mouth.

"...I want to be a samurai like you!" Yorichii stammered not only in his speech but also in his stance.

Michikatsu's sword dropped to the ground with a clang!

A shockwave went through both Michikatsu and [F/N], Their brothers first words to them leaving them speechless.

[F/N] however was the first to speak up.

"Yor-Nii! You can speak! Now we can really talk to each other!" She proclaimed excitedly, Making Yorichii wobble when she jumped to hug him.

Michikatsu stood there, It was hard to tell whether he was shocked at Yorichii's sudden speech or the proclamation of his goal which happened to coincide with both his and [F/N]'s.

"Yorichii.." Michikatsu said just above a whisper.

Yorichii looked back at him with a shaky determination, it shook and swayed but despite the odds it stood strong.

Michikatsu's form deflated, Going back to his calm and stoic demeanour.

"Yorichii. You know what will happen when you're ten, Right?" He said quietly, Only hinting at Yorichii's fate as [F/N] had no idea.

Yorichii nodded. Only taking a glance down at [F/N].

"I know. But I still want to be a samurai, I want to be like you." Yorichii said, Still not given up.

[F/N] perked up.

"Me too! I wanna be a.. samurai too! Like Michi-Nii!" She said, Making sure to pronounce 'Samurai' slowly to pronounce the syllables.

"Hey, You got it right" Michikatsu pointed out, Mildly proud.

Yorichii looked down at [F/N] who still was hugging his waist, He smiled.

"Really? All of us want to be swordsmen?" Yorichii asked now a bit more reserved. He scratched the back of his head.

"Swordgirl!" [F/N] said confidently.

"Swordswoman" Both Yorichii and Michikatsu corrected at the same time.

"Swordgirl?"

This will take a while.

☆♡☆

A good few years have passed since then.

The five-year old little girl [F/N] had grown into a blossoming young woman and is now a little younger than her big brothers were back then.

She still wore a resized version of her blue dragon-patterned haori, The only thing that really stayed the same and came with her through her walk of life.

"You know [F/N], I could convince your father to buy you a new haori" Akeno Tsugikuni, Her mother said to her while running a needle through her haori, resizing the fabric to fit [F/N]'s bigger self.

"This is about the fifth time I've had to refit this old thing. I'm sure your dad would prefer you to have a new one, You are coming up on marriage age after all" She softly spoke to [F/N], But her eyes were fixed on the fabric, Stitching with care.

[F/N] shook her head nonchalantly.

"No, Mom. This was a gift from you, It was homemade. You can't just buy that kind of thing from a tailor." She huffed.

[F/N] sat on the edge of her mothers sick-bed, Her mother laid propped up so she could

Akeno smiled.

"Besides, I don't even think I'd want to get married. I like how my life is right now and you know I still want to be an onna-musha, right?" [F/N] said.

True, Even after all these years [F/N] still held onto the goal of becoming a Female samurai, An onna-musha.

However it seemed like a pipe-dream. With her father's influence and strength she had never picked up a sword, No matter how hard or surreptitiously tried to steal or borrow one of her brothers swords she was always caught in the end and given a right punishment for it.

Still, This never changed her mind on the matter.

"I see... Still haven't given up on that dream, have you?" She hummed.

"Well anyways, If you're so invested into my own sowing then maybe-" Akeno broke out into a fit of coughs, She dropped the needle in favour of covering her mouth.

[F/N] quickly rushed over to her side.

"Mom? Mom, Are you alright" She said, Lightly patting her mothers back.

Akeno stopped sputtering out coughs but still softly wheezed during breaths.

"I'm.. Fine, Sweetheart" She spoke, However her hoarse throat said otherwise.

"No, You're not! You don't need to fix my haori, We can continue later but right now you should lay down." [F/N] worried.

Akeno shook her head.

"I said I'm alright but.. could you go fetch me.. Some water?" She breathed heavily as if all the air around her had thinned.

[F/N] quickly nodded and rushed out the room to complete the task.

She swiftly opened the shoji doors to her house and made her way over to the water-well sat upon the hill. She hoped to the gods above that the well hadn't dried up in the early summer heat.

She reached the small little well and peered inside, The water in the well was plentiful. [F/N] sighed in relief and proceeded to wheel the bucket on the rope down the stony passageway.

CLASH!

[F/N] jumped at the sound, Letting the rope slip from her grasp she watched the bucket fall from its steady pace and hit the water with a loud splash!

"No!" [F/N] yelled. The well was too far down for her to reach the bucket. She cried out in frustration and looked over at the source of noise that dominoed the bucket falling.

Over in the valley beyond the hill was Michikatsu, Still out training with his sword. It was fairly early in the morning and judging by the sweat-beads on his face and the mess of his clothes [F/N] could tell he's been up training since six at least.

That's right, Along with her, Michikatsu had changed as well.

From the strong yet stoic young man that [F/N] had grown up with he had festered into a more strength obsessed yet quiet young man than what he had been before.

[F/N] knew the catalyst well, He was her brother after all.

Yorichii from that day he proclaimed his want to be a samurai, Had demonstrated an inhuman talent for the skill. A man who was working with their father had humoured Yorichii and decided to teach him a basic stance.

However to everyone's surprise, Yorichii had landed four blows on the man and swiftly defeated him. Which is something that Michikatsu never could.

From then on Michikatsu grew a bit darker, Maybe not noticeably. Not noticeable from her father, mother or even Yorichii. But [F/N] could tell.

She barely saw him anymore, Well it was more of she never talked to him anymore. She still watched him train, at least from afar.

An idea clicked in her head.

The bucket in the well was too far down for her to reach, Yes. However it wasn't too far for Michikatsu who was a foot taller than her.

She walked down the hill, Calling out for him.

"Michi-Nii!" She called out to him.

Michikatsu stopped swinging his sword and turned around to look at his little sister with an annoyed scowl on his face.

"What? Can't you see I'm a bit busy at the moment" Michikatsu hissed.

[F/N] froze for a moment.

"I just need a little help, the bucket in the well fell into the water" She explained softly, Scared to entice her brothers wrath.

Michikatsu groaned.

"Alright." He said simply and quickly headed over to the well. [F/N] followed after, Smiling.

"Thank you, Michi-Nii!" She said thankfully.

[F/N] grabbed onto his hand to hold it, But she was shaken off by Michikatsu.

"I told you to stop calling me that, It's stupid and childish" He said, grimacing.

[F/N]'s smile was put out like a light, But she nodded. Trying to respect his wishes.

They got to the well and Michikatsu fished out the bucket with ease and handed it over to [F/N] who bowed down in thanks but with much less emotion put into it.

With that, Michikatsu walked away without a goodbye. Off to go and continue training for the rest of the day and coming back home in the dead of night, Just to go to sleep and repeat the process over and over again.

[F/N] frowned but took the bucket of water back to the house.

Sliding open the Shoji doors she entered the house, remarkably more downtrodden than before.

As she walked the halls towards her mothers room she heard two voices arguing in a hushed tone.

"She doesn't want to get married."

"Too bad. She's coming upon marriage age and if she doesn't want to disrespect this family she will do as she's told and marry the man we've picked out for her"

The two voices, Her mother and father.

She slipped quietly behind the half-open shoji door, Intently listening in on their conversation

"She want's to be an onna-musha, You know." Her mother admitted.

"An onna-musha. Really." Her father responded, A tone full of disgusted shock ran through his voice.

"That girl is too weak to even tend to the horses. Not to mention the girl's only worth will be to marry her off to a nobleman. Her being a samurai along with the men would just be wrong" He said.

There was a silence not just between [F/N]'s parents, But her too.

She's known her father hadn't particularly paid attention to her nor did he show any affection but to think he thought this lowly of her was a gut punch to the stomach.

"Don't say that, Akuhei. She could be listening" Her mother said in a whisper.

"I hope she is. She needs to learn the truth sooner or later or she'll grow up and be delusional to the real world."

[F/N] let tears flow from her cheeks, Dripping down onto the floor.

If she couldn't even get a bucket out from a well, Could she really be a swordswoman?

☆♡☆

Something wasn't right.

It had been a good few hours after [F/N] had eavesdropped on her parents conversation and it had fallen into night-time.

[F/N] had long gone to bed but she wasn't able to fallen asleep easy. It was strange, No matter the situation she had always had no issue with falling into unconciousness.

She rolled and scuffled around on her futon uncomfortably. Could it of been the conversation earlier? No. Couldn't be that, It was something else.

[F/N] rubbed her eyes and got up from her futon. She shuffled on her sandals and quickly draped her newly-sized blue dragon haori around her figure for warmth.

She decided to go for a walk to clear her head.

[F/N] walked softly in the darkened hallways of her home, The soft moonlight illuminated her pathway through the house. She was lost in her own thoughts from the events of the day.

Her father's words, Michikatsu's attitude, Her mother's illness. It all swirled in her mind like a hurricane.

"..I like my life how it is right now"

The words she had told her mother. A lie.

She hated how everything was right now. Her dad saw her as an object to be bid on. Michikatsu acted like she was nothing but a burden to him and Yorichii was nowhere to be found.

Besides, Even if Yorichii and Michikatsu weren't talking either they were obviously the more important in the family.

They were the Sun and the Moon, Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi.

[F/N] wasn't a celestial deity or a celestial body, She was just the terrestrial afterthought. Yorichii and Michikatsu were both skilled and talented in their own rights, They were fawned over by the girls and even some of the boys in the village. They were praised and respected.

[F/N] wasn't even allowed to leave the house.

Now that she thought about it, There was only was her and her mother.

Her mother.

While walking she had stopped in her tracks. Light shone in through the hallway from an open door.

Her mother's door.

[F/N]'s brow quirked. Was her mother up this late as well? She should be asleep, She was very ill after all.

[F/N] peeked through the doorway, Her eyes widened.

Yorichii stood over the bed, Her mother layed motionlessly on the bed.

"Yor-Nii?" [F/N] asked.

Yorichii turned around, A strained look in his eyes. His jaw stood locked tight as if there was something painful he had to say.

"Mother has passed on" Yorichii whispered.

What?

No, No. No no no no no. That couldn't be right, No. It couldn't be right.

[F/N] stumbled over to her mother, Shoving Yorichii out of the way to whom backed off.

"Mum, Mum. Wake up, Hey. Hey, Do you hear me?" [F/N] cried, She grasped onto her mother's limp hand, She shook it in futile attempt to wake her.

"Mum you can't, Mum please." Tears started rolling down her cheeks now, Her breathing laboured.

"Yorichii, Please did you try-"

She turned around, Yorichii was nowhere to be seen.

He had left.

He had left and hadn't even bothered to try and comfort her.

She stared in shock, Not believing her situation

She was brought back by a hand squeezing her own.

She snapped her head back down to her mother, Whose eyes lain weakly on [F/N]'s. A soft yet painful smile appeared on her face.

"Mum!" [F/N] choked.

"[F/N]..." Akeno whispered. "Come closer.."

[F/N] Nodded and leant down closer to her mother, Kneeling down now to listen closely. Her eyes never leaving her mothers

"I never wanted to be married... My father had sold me off at a young age as well." Akeno started.

"I had a chance.. Once.. To leave this place, To get out of my marriage but do you know what happened?" She asked, Looking mournfully into the eyes of her youngest, Who was now choking on her sobs and tears rushing out from her eyes.

Akeno didn't wait for an answer

"I didn't take it.. I was too afraid." A sad smile came upon her.

"My life had ended right there since I never took that chance.. And the only good thing to ever happen after that... were you three."

"[F/N].. Yorichii.. Michikatsu. My beautiful children" Akeno let tears roll down her face now, Reminiscing on her life that was flashing before her now.

"Please.. You now have a chance. Get away while you still can.." Her other hand wiped the tears off of [F/N]'s face weakly, However her hand started to fall.

"Run.. and I promise I will see you again, The kami will reunite us... I love you, [F/N]" She whispered, Her hand falling to her side and the others grip becoming limp. The light in her eyes fading.

"Mum... Mum! No! no no!" [F/N] sobbed, Shaking her mothers now lifeless corpse she collapsed to the floor and cried out for her mum to come back, to speak to her.

"Run, You still have your chance"

Her mothers voice rang in her head, It echoed throughout her entire being.

And with love and tears, She kissed her mother on the forehead and closed her dead eyes. Akeno's face displayed rest, peace.

She said her final goodbye's to her mother and left the room to go back to her own.

And with a heavy heart and a rucksack full of essentials, She climbed out her rooms window and left in the dead of night.

☆♡☆

[F/N] trudged through the woodlands.

It was now daybreak, The sun rose upon the distance and shown through cracks in the tree's.

Through all that time [F/N] never stopped walking, Never took a break. The only thing on her mind was escape to a better place.

It was only once she appeared upon a clearing did she stop walking.

In front of her was a rundown Shinto shrine placed upon the mountainy and rocky terrain of the woods.

It had obvious that people hadn't been here in decades by the dust, cobwebs and poor conditions of all the archways and cracked stone lanterns lining the pathway up to the shrine entrance.

Back in it's heyday it would of been grand. A massive shrine that could of held a good few hundred people, As there was a large amount of corridors and a second floor.

Not to mention the vast courtyard [F/N] now found herself standing in.

She breathed in the highland forest air, Took in the birds chirping and the warm light of the sun on her skin.

She looked upon the sign hanging from the archway.

"Inari Ōkami"

The kami of Foxes, Agriculture, Fertility, Tea, Sake and Swordsmiths.

[F/N] frowned at the state of the shrine, Thinking of it as a great disrespect to Inari.

Another thought ran through her mind.

Home. A rundown one for sure, But nothing she couldn't fix.

And that's what she did.

For the next ten years that's what [F/N] did. She fixed the Archways, Refilled the stone lamps, Rebuilt the structuring, Cleaned up the cobwebs and dust all until it looked newly built.

Everyday since she came across it she would give offerings to Inari Ōkami. Ranging from nuts and fruit she would pick up while scavenging to Flowers and pieces of jewellery.

She'd light candles in their honour, Pray to them not for good fortune but for the reformation of the shrine.

She'd grown attached to the shrine, So much so that she had completely forgotten her goal of becoming a swordswoman in favour of being the sole shrine-maiden.

And in that time she had finally bloomed into a beautiful young woman and if anyone should come across her they would describe her as such.

Not that anyone came along though, The shrine was in the middle of nowhere and [F/N] had seen no one in the past decade.

As [F/N] got up for another day to tend to the shrine she wondered what her brothers were doing now.

☆♡☆

[F/N] carried her basket full of fruits, Satisfied from a successful scavenge.

She headed back up towards the large archway that was there to greet people into the temple. It use to be covered in splintered wood but thanks to the efforts of [F/N] the archway was restored with a fresh coat of paint and smoothing of the wood.

When she got up there she stopped, Her eyes widened.

The massive wooden doors to the thick stone wall gate were left wide open.

She was sure she had closed them when she had left.

Her body stiffened and her palms became sweaty.

Who could be in her shrine? Nobody came up the mountains and the nearest village was a good few dozen kilometres away on the far other side of the forest. No one who was just wandering could come across the temple.

[F/N] slowly put the basket of fruit onto the ground, Making sure not to make a sound.

She unsheated her Kaiken from her obi and slowly made her way inside to the courtyard, Which seemed empty.

But she looked upon the main building and just like the gate doors the shoji to the main building were left wide open.

[F/N] confirmed her suspicions. Someone was definetly here.

She made her way inside, Checking the main hallways she found no one around however that never made [F/N] let down her guard.

THUMP!

[F/N] flinched. The sound of an object knocking over came from just down the hall she was facing. Gripping her Kaiken tighter she moved forward towards the sounds

As she got closer, She heard a duo of voices arguing.

"Stop moving, Brother."

"Argh, If you'd let me do it by myself this would go much faster."

"No. You're injured, let me do it."

Wait..

"I'm told you I'm fine. It's just a cut."

Those voices..

[F/N] lowered her Kaiken. She stood, legs shaking. Heart pounding as she slowly called out.

"Michi-Nii? Yori-Nii?"

A sudden shuffling was heard in the room across from her.

The semi-shut shoji doors slammed open and out first came Michikatsu, Who had a semi-wrapped bandage around his arm with Yorichii following close after.

They were in their twenties now and were much older and their faces had changed a lot. But no matter how much they had physically changed [F/N] recognised her brothers, Who both now had surprised yet unrecognisable expressions in their face.

[F/N]'s mouth was open, Her eyes wide and sparkling with recognition.

"[F/N]..." Yorichii said.

"Yori-Nii! Michi-Ni-" She was cut off by the sudden arms pulling her into a tight hug. Michikatsu had moved so fast that she didn't see him move.

"[F/N].." He stuttered, Swaying back and forth while hugging her.

"Nii-san.." [F/N] cried, Gripping the back of his purple hexagonal hakama tightly as she buried her head into the side of his neck.

"You've grown so much.. And look at that" [F/N] grazed the hilt of of his sword, taking in the craftsmenship.

"You've both become swordsmen. I'm so proud, I wish I could've been there to see your ceremony" She whispered.

Michikatsu never responded to her words, instead going into a speech of his own.

"[F/N].. I lost you. You disappeared out of nowhere.. I searched for you for years.." Michikatsu was lost for words. If [F/N] didn't know better she could of sworn he was crying.

"I'm sorry, Michi-Nii. I'm sorry I didn't tell you where I went" [F/N] whispered.

The bear hug grip on her got tighter.

"Never. And I mean never leave me again. You have no idea what you put me through... You better promise" He scolded. [F/N] nodded vigorously.

"I promise."

☆♡☆

"So this is where you've been living for the past ten years?" Michikatsu asked, Looking around the haiden.

The place was a massive hall dedicated to worship of Inari. at the very end was the main worship shrine, Which was bustling with hand-woven straw baskets filled with offerings and lit candles in Inari's honour.

"Yeah.. When I ran away ten years I came across this place and made it my home. Been like that ever since." [F/N] smiled, Proud of the hall.

It was indeed very pretty, The new refurbished decorations of flowers, candles and banner-work created a grandiose appearance. The wooden pillars supported the tall height of the room and had beams at the top connecting them all with baskets filled with flowers hanging from them.

The entire room looked like it was built and cared for by an entire team of shrine maidens, Not a single dust spot to be seen.

Yorichii and Michikatsu stared in awe at the work.

"And you maintained this place all by yourself?" Yorichii asked, Genuinely in wonder at the décor.

"Well.. Apart from the occasional seller I meet when I'm scavenging for food nearest the road.. They sell me candles, Banners and other things needed for maintenance.. It's all done by me." [F/N] explained.

"It's.. Impressive. To think how you learned all this.." Michikatsu said.

"I get all my information from the shrine's library, From then on you figure it out on the way." [F/N] responded, Completely humble to the praise she received.

She turned around to her brothers with a smile.

"What about you two? Tell me what's been happening, And how'd you get that cut?" She asked innocently, Pointing to Michikatsu's bandaged arms

The two twins looked at each other, Having a silent conversation with each other. Contemplating what they should tell. Both of them very apprehensive, they shared a knowing look between them.

[F/N] frowned.

"..Is it not something you want to tell me?" She asked.

"Well.. It's hard to believe but-" Yorichii started.

"It’s just a mistake from sword training. Don't you worry about it." Michikatsu finished.

Yorichii looked over at him, Surprised at his sudden interruption.

[F/N]'s eyes narrowed. She felt curious but decided to drop the subject.

"Well anyways.. I need to go retrieve my fruit basket from outside and do my morning rounds around the shrine. Feel free to have a look around, Just please don't touch anything " [F/N] said, bowing her head low and heading towards the exit.

"Hold on, I'll come with you" Michikatsu said, He went to follow after his sister but was stopped when a hand pulled him back.

"Go on ahead, [F/N]. Michikatsu-Nii will catch up." Yorichii said. [F/N] nodded.

She said goodbye in the form of a hug, Michikatsu then Yorichii.

Michikatsu shot Yorichii a scorning look.

"What do you want?" Michikatsu hissed, The usual irritation of his brother turned up a notch.

"We need to tell her, Nii-san. So we can help her set up wisteria around the place." Yorichii argued.

Michikatsu gritted his teeth.

"Wisteria would be a good idea. But we don't need to tell her about demons, I mean look at her! She's still young" Michikatsu said, exasperated.

"She's eighteen, Nii-san. More than old enough to know about demons, about how to protect herself." Yorichii countered.

"She won't need to learn how to protect herself If I'm there to do it for her" Michikatsu hissed.

Yorichii's face scrunched up. He took a step forward towards Michikatsu and stood steady.

"Nii-san, I know you and [F/N] were attached by the hip when she was young but you can't always be there for her, She's strong enough to survive on her own but not strong enough to survive a possible demon attack, So we need to inform her. She won't let us plant wisteria around the shrine without a very good reason " Yorichii argued, His point stood stronger than he did.

Michikatsu's teeth gritted and his face was a visage of concealed anger like they were standing in the eye of the storm waiting for the inevitable onslaught.

"You always need to know better, Don't you Yorichii?" Michikatsu spat in a low tone.

Yorichii was surprised at Michikatsu's sudden animosity towards him, He was confused. This had never happened before.

"What do you mean to imply by that, Nii-san?" Yorichii asked, Slight worry coming over him for his brother who seemed restless.

Michikatsu suddenly became aware of his sudden outburst, His shoulders dropped from their previously stiff position. He sighed.

"Nothing... I shouldn't of spoke out like that." Michikatsu said, Quickly bowing his head to Yorichii he began to leave the shrine hall.

"Where are you going?" Yorichii called after him.

"To go find [F/N]. And make sure she's alright" He responded, Leaving the hall in search of his little sister.

☆♡☆

Michikatsu looked around the shrine for [F/N].

He walked the halls, checked the empty rooms, searched the courtyard, looked around the perimeter of the shrine and scoured through the shrine's impressively large and overflowing gardens but turned up empty.

He was frustrated. Where could she be? The forest surrounding the temple was fairly thick and shading and who knows? A demon might of been able to cover itself in the foliage and maybe she had left the shrine to pick up her basket only to come face to face with the monster and-

Michikatsu couldn't think anymore about it.

Sweat beads started forming on his head, What if she ran away? She couldn't, she sworn to him that she'd never leave him again. She couldn't of done that to him! What if she wasn't happy to see him and took the chance to leave while he was being lectured by Yorichii?

Yorichii.

Did she favour him over Michikatsu? When you were hugging him to say goodbye he could of sworn you had hugged Yorichii just a little bit tighter than him, Smiled a little bigger, Looked a little happier.

As he searched the halls for a second time he felt another burst of envy rise up in him, Something that had been occurring more and more lately.

His thoughts stopped when he stepped on an uneven dip in the ground. He felt around with his foot and outlined a frame of sorts.

He looked down to see he was standing on a rug. He then looked up realising that he was at the end of the hallway.

He reached down and pulled away the rug revealing a trapdoor, Assumedly leading down to the basement of the shrine.

A basement? Shrines don't usually have basements, He thought to himself.

He noticed the padlock on the handle was unlocked It was also spotless without a trace of dust, Indicating that it was used often.

He opened the door with a small creak of the wood. It revealed a short stone staircase which lead down to a low-ceiling hallway.

Michikatsu raised an eyebrow. He looked left and right before going down the stairs slowly. One step at a time.

He got down to the bottom of the stairs. The ceiling was certainly low as it grazed the top of Michikatsu's head making him feel uncomfortable in the small passageway.

He walked along the tunnel, each of his footsteps producing a faint echo as he went along. The tunnel was comparably cold to the early summer heat from up top.

At the end of the passageway was a wooden door, It looked old and rigid. Looking at the rest of the shrine this was a surprise for Michikatsu as the rest of it was pristine and in perfect shape compared to the derelict looking door.

He reached the door which he now realised was opened just a slight amount.

He pressed his ear to the door, Listening intently.

The sound of cloth on metal sounded on the other side. It was a sound he recognised well, It was polishing of a sword.

He pushed the door open to find [F/N] sitting on her knees with a strange looking sword in hand, a dry cloth in the other.

"Michi-Nii!" [F/N] jumped in surprise and dropped the cloth.

She sat in a much wider room than the hallway. The stone walls were filled with holding frames and shelves, The majority of them empty but still a good few holding rather precious looking trinkets.

At the end of the room which was facing the door and [F/N] held a sort of table harbouring a headpiece stand, Which was obviously suppose to hold the sword in her hands. It was also home to a kitsune mask hanging above it with eyes that looked like it was staring right through him.

"How'd you find the room?" [F/N] said rather surprised.

"Never mind how I found it. Why are you here?" He asked sternly, As if he was scorning a misbehaving child.

"Why am I in a room inside my own shrine?" [F/N] scoffed lightly.

"More of why didn't you tell me where you were, I was worried and I couldn't find you anywhere." He asked more forceful in tone.

[F/N] seemed confused at his reasoning but chalked it up to him still being a little shaken by their reunion.

"...I'm sorry... Coming in here to tend to the artefacts here is apart of my weekly rounds." She explained. A meek look appearing on her face.

Michikatsu sighed.

"Alright then. But please, Tell me next time you wander off into some hidden basement." He said in a softer voice leading to [F/N] calming down.

"What is this room anyways?" Michikatsu asked, Examining the room.

[F/N] peaked up, A sparkle of excitement in her eyes.

"Oh! Well according to the blueprints and builders logs I've found in the library this room was specially built to hold the shrine's treasures. Oh! Wait, hold on!" [F/N] exclaimed.

She reached over to the table in front of her and pulled out a fairly tiny roll of parchment paper, Unfolding it she displayed it to Michikatsu who looked down reading it.

"Apparently one of the noble-clanswoman paying for the building of the shrine here had a really steamy affair with some hot-shot samurai who use to gift her a TON of gifts" [F/N] explained with a passion, Her eyes held a glint of story.

"So to hide them away from her husband she built this little hidey-hole so he wouldn't discover them" She finished.

"What happened to her?" Michikatsu asked, Entertaining her passion.

She only shrugged though.

"No clue, The rest of the parchment was torn and I haven't found the other half..." She said, Disappointment filling her voice.

Michikatsu nodded and looked towards the sword in [F/N]'s lap.

"I can understand the other little objects around here but a sword?" Michikatsu said dumfounded.

[F/N] shook her head.

"No! No. The only two items in the room that weren't a gift was this sword and the kitsune mask hanging over there" She said, Pointing towards the kitsune mask hung by rope.

"Then what are they doing here?"

"They're the shintai that were suppose to be worshipped here at the shrine." [F/N] stretched over and tugged the hanging mask off the rope and presented both it and the sword to Michikatsu, Signalling him to take it.

As he did she told him to be careful while holding them.

The sword was nothing similar to any Katana he's wielded, Nor was it like anything he'd seen in the country. Instead it was built like a very large medieval English sword with the only hint of Japanese influence being the blue hilt which resembled the typical katana.

One side of the sharpened blade was covered in a sort of second sharper metal which glimmered azure in the dim light of the room.

The mask however was oddly designed compared to the usual festival mask. It was made of porcelain and its eyes were carved in a sort of wide eyed stare, The whites of it being a dark black and the pupils sapphire.

Thick cerulean marks adorned the mask, Swirling around the mask and centring at the bullseye of the mask. Except for the ears which were deeply patterned with swirls and flower-esque designs culminating at the covered tips.

The two items radiated a sort of energy from both which Michikatsu couldn't place.

"They're twin artefacts. It's said in the shrines folklore that they belonged to Inari Okami themselves gifted to them by their father, Izanagi. And from the heavens above they dropped them on accident and both the sword and the mask fell to here, The mortal realm" She explained with low wonder.

"The sword is named very bluntly as "The Soul Sword". It's called that because it's said by the previous shrine maidens that when a person is killed by the blade the soul of the person is absorbed into it and prevented from passing onto the afterlife. An eternity in the blade." She told as if it was rehearsed, It probably was.

She pointed to the Mask

"The mask however isn't named but it's said to warp the body of the user to their desire, Disguising themselves completely." She said.

"And does it work?" Michikatsu asked, Studying the mask.

"Haven't tried. It's a sacred artefact of the shrine. It would be a disrespect to Inari if I did." She stated.

Michikatsu examined both of the artefacts as [F/N] rambled away on the tale of the two, They were very well kept.

"You really know a lot about this stuff. Don't you?" He said more of to himself.

[F/N] nodded.

"Yeah. I guess it's just something I'm passionate about" She muttered.

Suddenly, Their conversation was interrupted by a voice upstairs calling out.

"Nii-San! [F/N]!" Yorichii called out from up above them, Voice faint and muffled from the thick stone walls.

Michikatsu groaned being mildly annoyed at being interrupted by Yorichii. [F/N] perked up however.

"That's Yorichii. Better go see what he needs!" She said. [F/N] grabbed both the sword and the mask from Michikatsu's grasp and settling them back with care onto their designed positions, As well as rolling up the parchment paper and putting it under the table

She dusted off her beryl coloured haori and got up from the tatami mat she was sitting on.

"Come on, Better not keep him waiting!" [F/N] said making her way out without waiting for Michikatsu, Who quickly followed after.

They made their way back up the stairs to find Yorichii a few metre's down the hall. He was standing there watching them come up with an arm stretched out, A crow perched neatly on it with a small roll of parchment paper tied to its neck by a string.

"What is it, Yorichii?" Michikatsu asked eyeing the crow.

"Oyataka-sama has summoned us to the headquarters, Urgent meeting." Yorichii said, a tint of unhappiness in his voice.

Michikatsu's face scrunched up in resentment, Obviously not excited by the news.

[F/N] frowned.

"..You've got to leave?" She asked looking up at Michikatsu who looked back with her with an expression saying that he didn't want to. But Yorichii's voice maintained importance.

"..I suppose so.." He said reluctantly. Not wanting to leave his sister alone. His eyes expanded with an idea formed in his head.

"Why don't you come with us, [F/N]?" Michikatsu asked going to stand next to Yorichii. The crow once perched on his arm squawked once. And with a flap of its wings it took off out an ajar window.

[F/N]'s palms suddenly got sweaty at the thought. Her shoulders felt heavy and slumped down with her face portraying one of heavy adversion

She shook her head, Michikatsu's face fell.

"It's not a long trip if that's what you're worried about, If you get tired we can get a horse or I could carry you-" Michikatsu was cut off by [F/N]'s hum of disapproval.

"It's not the trip. It's just I really don't want to leave the shrine unattended y'know?" She asserted. Evidently after spending an entire decade in it's walls she had grown dependant and attached so much to the point she couldn't journey far out of it.

"You can leave the shrine for a few days. Just please come with us, It'll be fine." Michikatsu reasoned, a small ounce of anxiety rising up into his chest at the thought of her being left.

[F/N] shook her head again.

"No, I'm sorry. But it's not forever, You can still come visit!" She spouted in an asking tone, Waiting for him to confirm.

Michikatsu shared a look with Yorichii. Yorichii's look told him he agreed with their sister while Michikatsu's only told of aversion.

However feeling outnumbered in the situation he reluctantly sighed and agreed to [F/N]'s proposal.

With a heavy heart and bag of food [F/N] prepared for their journey, Michikatsu spared one last look to see her before heading out into the forest.

☆♡☆

In the five months that passed from that day forward were probably the happiest days of [F/N]'s life.

Every few days her brothers would come and visit her at the shrine after a mission and they'd stay for around two days before the crow came along and the process started all over again.

She'd even arranged them their own little rooms and the crow would come in advance to announce their arrival so she could prepare them food.

It was nice to be reunited with her family after a decade of solitude. The routine they got into was nice and became sort of domestic.

Though, Over the months [F/N] couldn't help but notice a sort of tension between Michikatsu and Yorichii however it was one-sided. Only Michikatsu initiated it while Yorichii was none the wiser.

It seemed more aggressive as the months went on. Michikatsu focused more on his training similar to what he did when they were younger. He'd have more hostility towards Yorichii and weirdest of all he seemed much more clingy and possessive towards her.

However [F/N] didn't like to think of it. While she knew it was there and she knew they'd have to talk about it at some point, She decided that it'd be better to wait for the right time to bring it up.

Everyday [F/N] would get up at around seven in the morning to do her rounds, Collect food and pray to Inari for an hour or two before going out to the main wooden shrine steps to sit and wait for her brothers to return.

When they did they would eat together, They'd tell stories of their mission no matter how surface level and vague they described it. They'd train outside in the courtyard while [F/N] watched from the steps in awe at their skill.

She recalled back to her childhood and her dream of becoming a samurai like her brothers, While it was true she now favoured the shrine over that old fairy-tale it didn't mean that she still didn't ponder over it often, Daydream while she brushed the floors, Envision the swing of a sword when she spun the brush around.

However of course, It was just a pipe dream. Just a silly pipe dream. But often she asked herself: Why not both?

[F/N] watched Michikatsu from the steps as he practiced sword swings in the shrine courtyard, Taking occasional glances at his sister to make sure she was watching him. The thought ran throughout her head. While she hadn't picked up a sword before other than The Soul Sword (Which at times, She lightly swung it around before setting it down. Then right after feeling ashamed for using a sacred artefact she proceeded to pray for forgiveness at the altar)

She was sure she could try.

While Michikatsu was swinging his sword she had got up from the step with a stumble. She wobbled a little and grabbed the handle bars to steady herself.

She took a deep breath and slowly walked down the stairs which suddenly seemed like a herculean task.

She set her sandal-covered feet onto the courtyard with an unnecessary effort and started walking towards Michikatsu who was only a few metre's ahead of her.

With every step she took her body seemed to get heavier. It felt like weights were being tied to her ankles every time she lifted her foot.

The distance seemed to widen between her and her brother. Her eyelids seemed to get heavier too.

And with another single undignified step her knees collapsed on her. She fell down to the floor with a thump! as her body relaxed and crumpled over on the ground.

Her eyes got blurry as she saw Michikatsu rush over to her tired body and listened to him shout out something she couldn't hear

She closed her eyes and untensed her body. Falling into the pitch black void of unconciousness.

☆♡☆

[F/N] lay motionless in her bed.

A wet cloth lay over her forehead and a light blanket was lain on top of her.

It was two months since that day she collapsed. She was carried by Michikatsu and was rushed to the nearest village where she was seen by a doctor who gave her the diagnosis.

It was her mothers illness, Turning out to be hereditary and passed down onto [F/N]. However this seemed to be more severe and had developed into later stages quickly.

The doctor had said that she should be put in bedrest but despite Michikatsu's yelling and paranoid yelling there was no cure.

The first few days consisted of Michikatsu being hunched over her bed refusing to leave her side. Over the two months he had grown even worse than he did before.

He was angry before. Competitive, Hostile, Aggressive you name it. But now?

Now he was paranoid, Jumpy, Clingy piled on with all of those traits before.

Yorichii couldn't get through to him, He didn't hide his ire towards Yorichii now and hissed insults at him whenever he tried to speak to Michikatsu.

The first month was Michikatsu searching for a cure. He'd travel from village to village trying to find a doctor who could cure [F/N]. He scoured the Shrine's libraries and had gone mad trying.

Four days ago he had told [F/N] that he was going out again and that she was not to leave her bed unless she was going to get food or do her prayers, Which [F/N] had begged to be allowed.

He had stocked up enough food and water in the pantry for his trip when he left.

He told her that he would be back in two days, It was four now. Yorichii had been with her the first month but after he was called out on a very important mission he never came back.

When she asked Michikatsu what happened to him, He wouldn't tell her.

To say [F/N] was worried was an understatement. Michikatsu was never late, He'd always sent his crow to let her know even if he was.

Suddenly she was aware of a loud creaking. The main shrine gates.

Michikatsu must be back, [F/N] thought. A rush of excitement ran through her and overpowered the cold sweat of her sickness.

She'd gotten up from her futon and wrapped herself in her blanket to prevent the cold winter air from bothering her too much.

It was snowing outside. A blizzard had grown strong while she had slept earlier. Before when she was well in the health department she had prepared well for the winter and could survive during it, Making the inside of the shrine warm all throughout the season.

Now however that she depended on her brothers who were nowhere to be found the cold permeated the hallways and stung the tips of her fingers and nose.

She shivered and slid open the shoji doors to hobble through the hallways towards the courtyard, Ready to greet Michikatsu.

However when she quietly opened the door she wasn't greeted by Michikatsu. But instead two strange men with swords standing in the snowstorm. who hadn't seem to notice her yet

"This is it? Seems rundown." One of the men said

"According to his crow this is where he has been staying for the past few months. He must be here, Someone must pay for what he did and hiding here won't prevent what's coming to him." The other growled, Anger etched onto his features.

[F/N], A little insulted at her shrine being called run down, Made herself known by letting out a loud cough.

"Who are you? And what are you doing at my shrine?" The girl asked

The two looked up at the source. Their hands jumped to their sheathed swords as they looked up at her in antagonism.

They slowly approached her, So much so that they were now standing under the wooden porch roof.

[F/N] stumbled back in a way of getting distance between her and the men.

The one that called her shrine rundown stepped forward. He bowed down in respect to her.

"Greetings there. We're sorry to trouble you but we're looking for a man. His name is Yorichii Tsugikuni. He wears hanafuda earing's and his hair in a ponytail. Have you seen him anywhere?" He said.

Swords. Right. These must be Yorichii's colleagues. [F/N] relaxed slightly.

"Oh, You two must be his co-workers!" She exclaimed, Relief flooding her system.

She curtsied in respect.

"My name is [F/N] Tsugikuni. I am his younger sister, Unfortunately I haven't seen him for a month or two and I don't know where he's been. Apologies." I sighed.

The two men looked at each other.

"Sister? You're his sister?" The angrier one said, A hint of hostility in his voice.

Suddenly a chill ran up her spine, Something was wrong.

"Uhm.. Yes." [F/N] said with caution. Though she was tempted to lie, It just wasn't in her nature.

The angrier man now referred to as Man A gripped the hilt of his sheathed sword tighter.

"Well. I don't know if you know this but two months ago your brother... Messed up, Per se. Causing a great loss towards the demon corps..." He said. His words implied something unknown to [F/N]. The corners of her lips twitched. Demon corps? Messed up? The meaning eluding her.

"A lot of people got hurt. Including our father." Man A sneered. His face the exact visage of vengeance.

Man B behind him wasn't as such but still held a face of stone.

The realisation of what was happening hit [F/N] like a freight train. Her hands grew sweaty as they quickly rushed the shoji doors.

"I... I am so sorry to hear that. B-But unfortunately my brother isn't here right now... I've got to go tend to the haiden. Please, Come back later." Her voice trembled and shook despite how much she tried to keep her tone steady and confident.

As her hands tried to quickly shut the shoji doors the metal of a sword stopped the doors from opening fully.

[F/N] yelped and stumbled back from the door. The two men forced their way into the shrine hallway. [F/N] felt her back hit the wall.

"I'm sorry about what is to happen. But Yorichii Tsugikuni needs to pay for what he did and the death of his sister will bring about our revenge. Please forgive us." Man B said finally unsheathing his sword.

Run.

[F/N]'s feet grew light as she took off down the shrine hall, The two men hot on her tail as she careened round the corners and throughout the shrine.

She felt her heart pound heavy in her chest. Both from the almost paralysing fear and the illness coursing throughout her system.

Her legs felt weak but carried on. Her pace just a little bit faster than the men behind her despite all odds, She unconsciously thanked the hours she spent out in the woods running around for resources.

Tears burst like a dam from her eyes and flew from her eyes as she sprinted. Choked sobs periodically interrupted the heavy breaths she took from running.

The faster she ran, The more corners she turned the more thoughts ran rampant throughout her head.

Exits? Only the main gate which she was currently running away from and were closed on the way in, It takes too much time to open those doors and the men would catch up to her in no time. Convince them to stop? Impossible. The men seemed determined in their goal and no amount of talking would change anything. The hidden room? On the other side of the shrine and she didn't have the key on her

[F/N] had gained a bit of distance from the men at this point, Having shook them off her trail for a very short amount of time.

She ran to where her heart took her, To the place she felt safest.

The offering hall which use to look bright and full of flowers, baskets of food and was spotless now was empty and cold. The candles went long unlit and a bit of dust built up and went into the air when she slammed open the doors, Making her cough.

[F/N] ran to the altar with her legs trembling. She fell to her knees in front of it crying her eyes out. Her body positioned into its usual prayer formation as she choked out her sobs.

"Please! Inari. I-I'm going to die... I haven't asked for anything from the day I've got here... Please spare my life.. L-Let me live! I don't want to die, Inari. Please.. Please.." [F/N] broke down in front of the altar as she chanted please over and over again like a sacred sutra.

She wailed quietly in front of the shrine letting all her emotions out from her eyes.

She never noticed the men standing behind her as she prayed. Their expressions serious and unaffected by the girl's unheard prayers.

Man A raised his katana. Holding it in his grasp he raised it high above his head.

And with a yell he swiftly brought it down.

Blood splattered the offerings room. Drenching the two men and the girl below, The blade going straight through her back.

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Cold.

It was so cold.

The men had left her there bleeding, How long ago she didn't know.

She had made her way out of the shrine. Past the main doors, Past the entrance gate and the pathway and out into the main part of the forest.

The blade had went right through her chest out the other side, She gripped it tightly while the blood stained her dragon-patterned haori colouring it crimson.

It was a miracle she had got this far out into the blizzard. The tip of her nose had frozen and her jaw chattered letting out cold air.

She weakly turtled into her haori for warmth however it proved futile.

The white snow behind her left a red trail as she walked.

Soon enough it was too much.

Soon enough, She collapsed.

☆♡☆

Quickly throughout the forest, Kokushibo ran quickly up the mountain through the unrelenting blizzard, Which never stung him in the slightest.

It had only been a few hours since he woke up from consuming that man's blood. His appearance now changed from the transformation which took three days to complete.

He carried a vial of that mans blood in one of his hands. He remembered the deal vividly in his mind.

Strength for him, A way to become stronger. Stronger than his brother. A way to avoid the eventual fate of all those who bore the demon slayer mark.

And a vial of that man's blood to save his dying sister.

He ran like hell. Snow crunching from the rapid footsteps behind him.

He stopped however, When the faintest scent of blood invaded his senses.

All three sets of his eyes widened.

He picked up his pace again. Now heading toward the smell.

His heartrate picked up. It couldn't be. It can't. [F/N] was alright. She was okay. Even now after becoming a demon, He still felt possessiveness affection towards his sister.

He came to a halt.

His heart dropped to his stomach as he tried to comprehend the sight in front of him. His eyes widened and his jaw slack open.

There in the snow, Lay a body curled up in a fetal position.

Snow had built up on it. It lay motionless buried in the snow.

He recognised it as [F/N].

"[F/N]!!" He yelled, running over to the body.

He fell to his knees in front of her and shoved off all the built up snow.

He pulled her body so her head was laying down on his lap. He shook her gently.

"...[F/N].. Wake up. Come on." He whispered. His shaking now growing more frantic to her lack of response.

He looked at the vial in his right hand.

Opening her mouth he popped open the seal and poured the red liquid into her mouth.

He watched it pour onto her tongue and down her throat. He waited for the reaction.

However, Nothing came.

He waited and waited. Nothing.

He felt his eyes water and flow out from them as the dawning realisation hit him.

He was holding his little sister's corpse in his arms.

He couldn't protect her. She had died and he wasn't there to protect her.

He yelled, Screamed and cried. In anger, Frustration, Sorrow, Guilt and mourning for his loss. He couldn't do anything.

However when he finally noticed the stab wound he realised this was murder. He could do something.

He carried his sister's body in his arms and pulled her close to his chest as he quietly grieved for her.

He brought her body back to her beloved shrine and set her down at the head of the shrine where she loved the most.

He'd deal with her body later. But for now he had to get revenge for the death of his little sister.

Using his blood demon art to make a sword he gripped it tight.

He set off into the blizzard already with a scent on the targets.

He looked back once at the shrine. The last remaining parts of his humanity dying in there with his sister

And with that he left. Never to look back again.

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It was five hundred years ago.

Kokushibo began reminiscing when he sat in front of her gravestone. What he did that night.

He had gotten his revenge, The two slayers slowly tortured and then eaten by him. Their screams and their pleads for mercy when they showed [F/N] none.

He had started with the fingers and toes, Then he moved up to the lower limbs, Slowly he ate them alive. He made one of them watch him while he ate, All before he moved onto them.

He made them confess who killed her to which after a little persuasion they admitted easily.

They got the worst of it, He didn't even eat him after the torture. Just left him pinned to a tree bleeding out. He had put him up high only giving him the options of freezing to death, bleeding out or dying from the fall.

The memories rewound in his head like a film. Flashing memories of when she was born and he got to cradle her in his arms. All the way up until he only held her lifeless corpse, Killed too soon.

He had mourned for a long time after that, Never really getting over her death, Not even now as he set down the new flowers on her grave built near the house they grew up in.

He couldn't bring himself to consume her body, He could never. It was too much.

He got up and dusted himself off, Just like she use to do.

He turned away and walked into the night, Melding into the shadows as he went off to find his next meal.

☆♡☆

The morning rays shun down on the Ubuyashiki Estate. Flowers in full bloom with wisteria ripe in the air.

Birds chirped and grasshoppers hummed in the bushes. The neatly trimmed and well kept garden a fit home for them

The Hashira had gathered and stood in front of the porch awaiting the arrival of their master. They talked amongst themselves in the meantime.

Mitsuri, The Love Hashira tugged on the hand of another. A soft smile gracing her face.

"Fujimori-san! You should really come out with me sometime, It's been ages since we've done something together!" Mitsuri teased lightly.

Fujimori laughed lightly from behind the kitsune mask with cerulean markings he (he?) wore. The medival english looking sword positioned in front of him pointing downward, His two hands gripping the katana-like hilt.

He was tall and muscular but had more of an athletic build. He had tattoo's from his neck to his lower arms describing pictures typically seen in shrine art.

His blue dragon-patterned haori that was draped around his lower arms lightly wove in the wind along with his [H/C] locks tied into a ponytail.

"What do you mean? We went on a mission together last week!" He chuckled.

Mitsuri huffed and lightly gripped his hand

"When I mean spend time together I mean like we should go to a hot spring or go out to eat together or-" Mitsuri continued rambling on as she listed off possible activities they could do together.

Fujimori, [F/N] listened intently onto her as she talked.

She (She? She.) however was only thinking of his visions: A sick woman, A woman with fox markings and a man in a purple hakama.

She'd need to figure it out later.

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ctkigyo · 1 year

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Random person: So which one is which?

Reader: Well blue one is Aizetsu

Red is Sekido

Karaku green

And Urogi is yellow.

Reader: It's funny. I have always mixed Urogi and Karaku up. Karaku sounds so yellow and Urogi sound green. This is how i can some what remember which one is which. I know if it sound yellow then its the green one! Funny, right?

Sekido: How the fuck can a name sound like a color?!

Reader: i don't know. it just dose.

Sekido: ... ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Reader: ... ◉⁠◡⁠◉

Sekido: How dose my name sound like?

Reader: Like a sour bitch.

Reader: Don't worry it fits you. I wont mix you up with any one.

I currently have this problem. I keep mix up Karaku and Urogi. And I decided to use a trick I used when i had problem telling which one the sour or sweet one, cherry (cseresznye) or sour cherry (meggy)

Cherry in my native language sounds sour and sour cherry sounds sweet. So everytime i have to think a bit like: hmm its sound sour its the sweet one. 😅

#hantengu x reader #sekido x reader #aizetsu x reader #karaku x reader #urogi x reader #sekido #aizetsu #urogi #karaku #hantengu clones #hantengu #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kny uppermoons #kny x you

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thetreefairy · 9 months

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Runaway until the sun shines p.1

warnings: yandere themes, I do not condone these actions, reader is a demon but wants to die (forcibly turned), swearing, douma is a piece of shit, cult themes, demons eating humans

They/them pronouns

did I have to completely re-read some chapters because I forgot how he acted.... yes I did.

Buy me a Ko-fi

Reader used to be a past cult member, not by choice however.

But thanks to their parents.

And that's how Douma eventually got a special interest in Reader, much to their dismay and the parents joy. But their parents joy turned into dismay the more Reader spoke out about the comfortable feeling they were having.

But they are just being paranoid, he's their savior after all.

So when Douma asked them to give him Reader, for them to be his sibling, who were they to refuse?

Oh, how reader cried that night.

Douma couldn't understand why. He made sure to appear super friendly and welcoming to Reader and their family.

Besides that the two parents are the ones who will be saved as soon as reader is turned into a demon!

Their parents finally realized their mistake when Reader was turning into a demon infront of them, they were crying as they felt their entire being change. "Shush, my dear, your brother is here." Douma whispered softly as Reader turned into a demon. "Our first meal together is waiting for us, so change quickly, alright?"

Douma truly couldn't understand why Reader was so upset as he forced them to eat their parents. This was supposed to make Reader happy, he heard as they always rambled on about wanting a brother.

So why isn't reader listening to him?

Why did Reader keep running away

For them the answer was easy, they will run away from Douma and help the Hashira kill Douma and themselves. Not that he needs to know.

"Reader, can you talk to me?" Douma whispered, clinging onto them. The cult members were in the same room, for no doubt to pressure them.

"Lady, please." Some whispered, and some begged: "Please speak to our savoir, my lady."

"I want to talk alone." Reader eventually whispered out. Douma luckily picked up on it.

Time to piss the uppermoon off.

Okay since I have had too many ideas imma do it in multiple parts and routes, the yandere part does become more extreme in the following parts.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Would it be alright to ask for a Yandere Kokushibo with a reincarnated darling that used to be his first love whom he regretted leaving perhaps?

Yandere Kokushibo x Reincarnated Reader

As a man, he was never happy with his own life. Always looking enviously at the back of his brother who had made something of himself and was thriving in the path he had chosen. So much so that he failed to be present in his own life.

“Michikatsu…would you ask me to marry you?”

The echo of the memory rang in his ears as he watched the armed spouse of one of the hashira. Armed with a Nichirin blade they sliced the lower demons Kokushibo was following into bits with extreme skill. He couldn’t bring himself to look away, trying to grasp the possibility of this.

“Has it been that long?”

To think he was now powerful enough to live past a cycle of humanity to see you once again. The only thing not guaranteed by his not so newfound power was your love which he was sure to miss with this new iteration of you.

“That must be one of the twelve kizuki. What are the odds I kill that I distract that thing long enough for you to escape?”

It hurts. To see you protectively guarding the hashira you are married to. It's disgusting that it's, not him. So he makes a point to kill your partner or at least have them struggling underneath while he starts his spiel.

“Are you not ruined, knowing your…partner is going to die because you are weak?”

“Well I’m sure it will hurt...but its better to have loved than lost.”

That breaks him. To hear it from those lips he remembers grazing in teasing kisses. He either lets his anger swell and kill your partner or he releases you. Letting you carry your injured partner away as your curious about why the kizuki left. It might be convenient that the sun rises when he does this but he never forgets.

Mulling over your likeness to his love lost. He debates even informing Muzan of this but he ultimately keeps it to himself. Instead out of his own selfish desire he’ll inject you with Muzan’s blood, specifically when your partner is near, forcing the one who stole you from him, to either watch you turn into their enemy or writhe in pain as you die.

“Love being lost…is just another thing lost to me all because of him.”

#yandere kokushibou #yandere michikatsu tsugikuni #yandere kokushibo #yandere kokushibo x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere demon slayer #yandere kny #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere twelve kizukui #yandere uppermoon

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kokushibouthings · 1 year

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Upper Moon 1 and 3 requests. Doma annoys Reader all the time, and treat her like all the other women. Reader keeps telling him to stop but Doma doesn't stop. Upper Moon 1 and 3 intervene and make it clear that Doma should stop. Later, Reader goes to them and hugs them from behind and thanks them. Finally she kisses them on the cheek and leaves (they are not in a relationship)

Thank you for the suggestion anon, I'll try.. though I don't know how to write the last part but oh well

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Content: AFAB reader...well reader might be more of a gender neutral one, fluff(?) , SFW, Kokushibou, Douma, and Akaza

Pairing: None(?)

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You were a new addition to the uppermoons, strangely enough one of the top three demons took an interest in bothering you

It was odd, but you decided to try ignore it since you were told by daki before she... died. That he is very lively yet annoying.

Eventually you started to get more frustrated by each day everytime you both came across eachother, especially in the infinity castle

At that point, you ended up breaking the long train of trying to ignore him and started telling him to just stop

You wanted to punch him like how Akaza does all the time but your afraid of Kokushibou, he seems awfully protective of the hierarchy.. What a loyal dog to Muzan honestly.

"Hey [Y/N]-san! How are you doing?? Wanna come over to my place? I'll show you paradise!" "Please, stop bothering me."

You were fortunate enough upon stumbling across the other top 2 demons, Akaza and Kokushibou.

It seemed like Akaza was complaining about wanting to duel with Kokushibou but he kept refusing his request..

You and Douma stared at them, and they stared at you both

Douma was following you around, and you had no idea where Nakime was to ask her to teleport you to your house. So you were stuck walking around like an idiot with a stray puppy following behind you

"Ohh! How are you both doing, Kokushibou-dono and Akaza-dono?" He waved at them, with a smile plastered on his face followed with Akaza looking even more pissed than he should be a few minutes ago

"...Hmm." Kokushibou turned his gaze towards you, basically just awkwardly side-eyeing you presumably reading your inner body.. Whatever it is in the transparent world.

"Seriously? I could've stumbled upon your ass any other day by now." His eyebrows furrowed, looking annoyed having to deal with his presence again

"Uhmm... This is awkward." "... Whatever your doing, Douma.. You should stop it..." The intimidating gaze was finally moved away from you, you could hear a small sound of satisfaction before he said that as if it was what he had predicted before he stared at you for a few

"Huh? What was that idiot doing? Are you harassing... Uhm. That girl?" "[Y/N] is my name." "Oh. Okay." Akaza was probably the nicest out of the trio... Probably.

"What?" He paused for a few seconds, processing the two demons words with a finger pointed towards his own face..

"Ohh! No its not what you think it is!" He cocked his head to the side slightly, dramatically worried.. "Its best if you wouldn't lie... Now I have some business to attend to, goodbye..." He hissed sternly, giving Douma a sharp stare before walking away as Akaza looked surprised. Wow, it was the first time Kokushibou had cussed Douma out.

"Deserve. And just leave [Y/N] alone in the first place." Before Akaza followed behind Kokushibou again, starting his train of complaints

"Aww... I guess I have to listen to the mighty Kokushibou-dono. Bye [Y/N].." He waved at you, before walking off looking depressed

You weren't sure if you should feel bad or not.. Hes probably trying to guilt trip anyway.

—

You could finally relax, without being bothered by that idiot ofcourse. And yes you decided to try thank those two

When you walked up to Kokushibou, you were confused. Your original plan was to kiss them on the cheek and hug them from behind but...

Its obvious you forgot Kokushibou doesn't have any cheeks.

The space for his cheeks was taken up by his lower pair of eyes, so what were you meant to do? Kiss his eyes?

He'd probably flinch, and threaten to cut your head off afterwards...maybe a lecture too.

When you decided to only hug him, he was surprised. He knew you were gonna go near him but he didn't expect you to do such a silly thing.

"...What? Are you here to relay Akazas message? ...I'm in no mood to deal with your silly antics." He turned to look at you, and it was pretty terrifying to make eye contact with his pair of eyes in the middle. "Thank you for earlier, Koku."

Though you could admit he is quite hot...

You left afterwards awkwardly, and made your way to Nakime asking you to teleport yourself to where Akaza is.

—

When you gave Akaza a small kiss on the cheek, and a hug from behind

He looked a little shocked, was a bit embarrassed from this random weird action of yours... "Thank you for earlier."

"Uhh... Your welcome..?" He awkwardly pat you on the head.

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mylovelybutler-786 · 1 year

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𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

{𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭} 𝙲𝚆: 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝), 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ☜︎

After a while of staying with Kokushibo and having to live with him every single day you’ve eventually gotten use to the upper moons presents around you. You got frightened quite easily so he was the person you’d run to wherever something had freaked you out. One of those days was when you met Upper moon demon 2, he gave out a creepy happy aura which had you hiding behind Kokushibo whenever he’d try speaking to you. Of course you two had become friends after some time. Kokushibo didn’t like this very much especially how touchy Domua would be with you and how much he’d love to tease you infront of him.

Domua found it quite amusing on his end, at how jealous Kokushibo became over you and wouldn’t dare let him near you unless he was around watching. But luckily for Domua, he happened to find you alone without Kokushibo by your side.

Of course, Domua had to take advantage of this situation! He was quick to go and pinch your cheeks and call you cute, he did things he’d never dare do if Kokushibo was around, like pulling you into a tight hug and then telling you that you should stay with him instead of Kokushibo.

Unannounced to you two the certain demon Domua was sure wouldn’t come back until later got to witness the scene of Domua randomly pecking your cheek, you were surprised at the sudden action and to say Kokushibo was furious would be an understatement, especially with all the blood sprayed on the floor after Kokushibo had punched the upper moon 2 head off causing the poor demon to stumble back.

After Kokushibo kicked the upper 2 out of your home, you could only look back at Kokushibo nervously since he hadn't spoken a word while watching Douma leave. Unfortunately for you, Kokushibo was thinking of a proper way to teach you a lesson.

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“G-gah!” You whimpered loudly, your eyes were shut closed with tear’s threatening to spill out after feeling Kokushibo push himself inside you in one go, your nails clawed against the bed sheets feeling the tip of his cock already pressed against your prostate.

You opened your teary eyes to look at Kokushibo who was panting heavily above you, he tightened his grip around your hips, His nails dug into your skin, While his other hand gripped your thigh to lock it against his hip.

Kokushibo leaned down towards you and pressed his face against your neck, His hips pressed deeper against yours causing him to push deeper inside and your legs began to quiver against his hips. His hot breath grazed against your neck which sent shivers down your spine as he suddenly started nibbling on your neck.

Soft moans escape your mouth feeling Kokushibo's sharp teeth graze against your skin, once Kokushibo's mouth trailed to your shoulder he bit down harshly till blood was drawn. You let out a yelp when you felt a sharp stinging pain on your shoulder.

Kokushibo quickly licks the spot and starts biting down somewhere else on your shoulder while rocking his hips forward against yours, you groan and wrap your arms around his neck.

“K-Kokushibo..!”

“You’re mine…” Kokushibo snarled against your ear, pulling himself out of you before slamming back inside you. You cursed to yourself at how big the demon was inside. Kokushibo began thrusting in and out of you at a rough pace, You could feel every part of him dragging against your walls, You tightened around him as he grunted loudly while furrowing his eyebrows.

“You’re mine and not that pest” He huffed as he bit down on the cheek that Domua had kissed, not enough to draw blood but to leave a slight mark. Your back arched off the bed as the Demon above you started fucking with a more heated passion. Your breathing becomes more ragged hearing the lewd sounds of skin slapping echoing around the room.

The pleasure Kokushibo gave you was too good. You couldn’t help but buck your hips back against his, trying to meet with the quick thrust of his cock. But your movements were quickly stopped as Kokushibo held your hips down. You whined in protest but Kokushibo didn’t care and continued pounding inside of you.

Your moans started becoming louder at the feeling of Kokushibo's cock hitting your prostate repeatedly. Drool spilled down your mouth as you trembled against the larger demon. You felt a familiar knot tighten in your stomach and tears spilled down your face.

“I-I’m close!” You looked at the upper moon with pleading eyes, and he only grunted in response already feeling how much you’ve tightened around him, his hand moved down to your cock which was spilling pre-cum, and he began pumping his hand up and down on your cock, you rolled your eyes as you threw your head back, babbling out moans while you shook.

A couple more thrust from Kokushibo was enough to send you to your release, you came all over Kokushibo's hand as you mewled from his continuous thrusting.

“Almost there…” Was all Kokushibo mumbled as he slammed his lips against you, pulling you into a sloppy kiss while you sobbed from the overstimulation. Kokushibo thrust became sloppy before he held your hips and slammed you down into him as he came deep inside of you. He pulled away from the kiss with a trail of saliva, you pant heavily as your chest rises up and down as you try to catch your breath.

When you finally caught your breath you felt Kokushibo rearrange himself against you and lifted your leg to his shoulder.

“W-what-“

“Don’t think we’re done yet pet. I’m going to fuck you till it gets through your thick skull that your MY pet and no one else’s”

#Kokushibou #Uppermoon #upper moons #Male reader #bottom reader #bottom male reader #Top Kokushibo #Kokushibo x male reader #kokushibo demon slayer #kokushibo x reader #Demon slayer #demon slayer x male reader #Dom Kokushibo #Yandere Kokushibo

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5cookiekitty · 1 year

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Could you do a fanfic with you demon slayer fanfic idea with reader having the same personality as daki but worst and visiting them and was attacked by a hashira and had to call one of her siblings

*『koku-nii』

Yandere uppermoon {kokushibo} × little sister reader

Fanfic idea

'This is to easy.' The hashira avoided the array of pin like crystal that came flying towards him with a slash of his breathing. 'Somthing isn't right here.' He could feel it in his bones a she watched uppermoon zero send out more crystal's from the ground in which he weaved and dodge once more. The crystal's on her face that formed in the middle of head in the shape of a butterfly glowed allowing for crystal like butterfly to fly through the air.

"I can you feel you getting weaker and slower! Your a hashira right! If I kill you here I will certainly expect some praise!" The demons voice was sickenly gleeful on such a beautiful face. Her Kimono , that split open to show a leg that wore geta sandals and a ankle long white sock , fluttered in the wind like falling angel wings. Maybe she was one.

The hashira stared at the demon who was taunting him much like how a child would. ‘Something isn't right here.’ he thought as he easily deflected away another array of crystals coming his way. ‘There's no way it should be this easy right.’ this was an uppermoon of course but even he was getting bored with this battle. ‘Doesn't matter anyway…’ he activated his breathing as he slashed forward in an instant and behind the demon. “Cause your through”

The demon was quick to try to snap her head around with the anger on her beautiful face clear as day. “What did you just say to me you li-” and then suddenly the world was upside down and spinning as she collapsed like a marionette without its strings attached as her head gently rolled on the ground as her body slumped to the ground on its side. “Huh?”

“Do you mind telling me where your little demon friend is hiding.” he watched those e/c eyes glare at him from the floor. “Since you're too weak to be the one who killed all those slayers.” he got an angry screech in response. “What is that supposed to mean! I really am an uppermoon ,I am! I'll kill you for your insolence!” he looked down at the demon on the floor with confused eyes. “Can't kill me if you're dead.” His voice was flat and deadpanned.

“It's not over yet , You just caught me off guard! If I put my head back on, I'll show you! You wont get me a second time”

“You're right I won't get you a second time cause there isnt going to be a second time.”

“But-”

“Stop it , it's over. You're over so why don't you just go ahead and die already. Your reign of terror is over.” he was about ready to stop entertaining this soon-to-be-dead demon when suddenly he felt something. ‘What the-’ all the hairs on his body stood to attention as he narrowly avoided a thin crystal needle coming at him. ‘Hold on, wait a minute, why isn't she disintegrating.’

“How dare you!How dare you! How dare you!” the shrill voice on the angry demon renovated throughout the forest as she sat up onto her hands and knees, head forgotten in favor of slamming the ground down in anger. “DIE! DIE! DIE! all of you slayers can die!” the demon continued her babbling angry rant as the hashira stared on in growing confusion. “I'm an upper moon!i'm strong and i'm getting stronger everyday! I'm better than you!I'm better than you, you hear me!” The woman now had angry frustrated tears streaming down her face looking and acting too much like a child in dire need of comfort.

“My head got cut off! It got cut off! He cut it off!”

‘Wait hold on , who is she complaining to-’

And suddenly with a hand raised in the air that once more slammed onto the ground she released what felt like death itself.

“KOKU-NIIIIIIIIIIII”

And before the hashira could comprehend what was happening there was a sudden burst of unimaginable bloodlust throughout the area as something started to emerge from the female demon's back. Suddenly he was swinging forward as every instinct in his body since becoming a demon slayer activated in a sudden urge and need to kill the literal death-bringing-thing coming out from where it was hidden with his katana. And yet as soon as he neared the thing , inches away , his katana cut through nothing.

And then he heard sniffling and a whine and his head quickly snapped behind him to see the demoness , crying softly into a hand that cupped the side of her face gently as she tried in vain to whip away her rapidly falling tears. Head now attached to her body with a person crouched in front of her. “Y-you saw what he did right.” Her voice was soft and shaky , reminding the slayer of a crying child and not of a heartless demon that he knew she was. “I wasn't doing anything and yet-” she sounded like another slot of tears was going to come out as the last of her sentence wobbled out.

The slayer stood to the back , uncertain of what to do. Even for someone like him the back to back abnormalities were coming quickly and he felt as though he needed some time to rest.readying himself he quickly zipped across the room only to jump back when his face came too close to being sliced in half by a sword. ‘Shit.’ He could feel blood begin to dribble down from his head as his eyes finally found the new occupant in the room. ‘Double shit.’ cause staring back at him were six eyes , the middle pair having kanji written in it.

Uppermoon 1

“I knew something was off.” the slayer mumbled as he looked the upper moon up and down. ‘This is bad. I can feel it in my bones.’ He watched as the girl, not a woman , never to grow up and be one continued to cry to herself in the background. ‘Not to mention that one aint exited from the land of the living yet. What the absolute hell is going on here.’ he stepped back , a bit nervously , when uppermoon took a stance that blocked most of his view of the woman.

“You must be a hashira.” The demon talked slowly, giving his tone that of a gravitas one. ‘His whole aura screams unnerving tranquility.as if he's in control of everything.’ The hashira got into a stance , hands on the handle of his katana ready to strike at a moment's notice. “Yes I am.” he watched as the demon brought down his katana also into a stance ready to fight. “Good.” he said. “Maybe you'll last longer…than the others.” and with a swing of the katanas and the swirl of crystals the fight was on.

hours later y/n would give kokushibo her gift she meant to give him before she attacked in the midst of a bloody massacre. A hand carved comb with little dragons painted onto it to with white crystals. It would the next night when y/n had combined herself with him that he would genly touched the comb hidden away in his kimono as he stared up at the moon.

#platonic yandere #platonic #yandere #yandere kny #yandere kny x reader #yandere demon slayer #yandere uppermoons #yandere uppermoons x reader #yandere kokushibo #yandere kokushibo x reader

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Douma x Demoness! Reader - Devotion

NSFW : Sadistic thoughts, Dark depictions, dark thoughts, Cock Gagging, Cock Worship, slight slut shaming, slight degradation, masochism, hair pulling, graphic sexual intercourse.

Slight Summary: A young demoness, is ready to show her utmost devotion to Lord Douma in the dead of night.

I wish to give thanks to @mrskokushibo for the inspiration for this story, I couldn't have done it without her!! Go and read her content, she has some very spicy stories!!

This is my first ever story, and I wouldn't mind feedback.

The sound of crickets and cicadas could be heard singing throughout the dark forest, the night sky was a hazy deep blue, the stars standing out like white dots on a giant canvas, standing out the most against the dark canvas was the crescent moon. In the distance, overseeing the forest, stood a temple. Everyone who lived close to the forest knew of this temple and promptly called it 'The Eternal Paradise Faith' but most considered it to be a cult.

Hundreds of people went to the temple, all with the hope that the man, who has been said to have been sent by the gods to answer their prayers. Most who go into the temple never come back, as they'd rather live with the diety, to gain utmost peace and tranquility, as they say, it's the only way for your prayers to come true.

Within the temple, it was dark, everyone was in their beds asleep for the night, ready to face tomorrow, hoping that it would be the day they would obtain true peace. The floors were shiny marble, the walls were made of white rose quartz, carvings of Buddha laid about the ceiling, and the pillars, within his palms, he was holding a lotus. Along with the Buddha carvings, beautiful lotus designs littered the building, giving an ambiance of peace and relaxation.

Within the silence, the sound of something hard could be heard clacking against the marble floors in a rhythmic pattern. A pair of black high heels could be seen, cat-walking through the darkness slowly, with long smooth legs, a red dress cutting off the view of skin, hips rotating side to side, a lush waist, a pair of lovely breasts, slightly bouncing from her walk, thin straps over her shoulders. Her gaze was that of a predator, her narrow-slitted pupils piercing into the dark, locked onto a pair of large brown doors that appeared black in the darkness, their golden handles slightly gleaming in the dark.

Once at the door, her fingers slowly wrapped around it, the confidence and sexual energy she expelled was enormous. She pulled the door open, revealing a large, dark room. The marble floor was replaced with a wooden one, and the Buddha carvings were laid upon the walls, giving off the same peaceful ambiance. Towards the center of the room on the left, lay a sizable, polished wooden shrinelike structure, the four pillars held up the top of the shrine, engravings of lotus littered the top of the border, blue and green curtains draped around it, pulled back on each side to show the middle of it.

Inside, was a large, purplish, zabuton pillow that lay in the center of it, upon the pillow, laid her target. The young deity himself. He was looking over at her with a questionable look, his rainbow eyes holding curiosity within them as he stared at her, his legs crossed and his hands lay in his lap lazily. She gave him a flirtatious smile as she walked into the room, gently closing the door behind her. She walked over towards him, the same slow rhythmic walk, a more eager bounce in her step as she stared him down. He cocked his head at her before an empty, welcoming smile graced his face.

"Oh~! Y/N!! I'm surprised to see you here, and especially at this time of night~!! What brings you here, dear?" He asked in a friendly voice. She stopped short of his shrine before she raised her hand up under her breast, she then slowly trailed it down over her waist, hip, thigh, knee, leg, and finally down to her shoe. She silently took it off, her head angled to where she was sure he could see her cleavage through the neckline of her dress. She repeated this process with her other shoe.

His eyes remained trained on her, a patient yet knowing smile on his face as he watched her. She gently picked her shoes up together before she neatly placed them down together on the floor with a gentle clack from the heel. She sat down on her legs, knees bent as she placed her hands on her lap. "I've come to you, Lord Douma, with an important question." She spoke calmly and collected. He tilted his head slightly. "And just what would that question be, my dear~?" He kindly asked. Her smirk slowly lost its flirty look and turned into a small smile across her face. "I wish to ask, how do I obtain peace and tranquility?" She asked.

Her voice sounded genuine, her smile matching her voice. His smile widened and he closed his eyes as he gave the same recited answer he always gave. "Why, peace and tranquillity are obtained once you've overcome the trials and tribulations of your life~ the more hectic your life, the harder it will be to obtain peace. Hence why you cannot be one with the world and seek peace, it's always going to unbalance itself." He explained. She tilted her head, intrigued by his words that she has heard a thousand times. "Your words are always so deep and philosophical, Lord Douma, your wisdom knows no bounds." She praised.

He chuckled at her words. "Well, I am known as the god who brings peace and tranquility, for wisdom is simply a part of what I've been blessed with~." He said in a chirpy voice. She gave him a questioning stare yet her smile never left. "Seeing as how you are the god of peace and tranquillity, does that mean I must be around you in order to obtain such?" She asked. He gave her a condescending smile as he stared at her with kind eyes that held slight pity within them. "Only if you wish to obtain peace and tranquility~." He said.

She gave a soft chuckle. "You're already aware that I do, I wish to worship you, lord Douma." She said, her eyes gleaming with an unknown emotion. His smile widens. "You've already given yourself to me, now you must work on obtaining peace and tranquility ~!! But you already knew all of this... why Y/N~? Why must you come and test my intelligence so?" He asked, his smile was far from kind as his eyes shined with the promise of pain and punishment.

Her heart nearly skipped a beat at the stare, as her back straightened out, the heel of her foot dug into her pussy through her dress, giving her stimulation. He watched as her thighs shifted and her hips wiggled, sensing her discomfort and smelling her excitement, he blinked and the dark look vanished and it was replaced with pity and mirth. "Tell me, Y/N~ what do you want from me?" He asked in a purr.

She sighed at the tone of his voice as her rocking sped up, the part where her heel was plunged into her sobbing pussy was making a damp print of her red dress, and her thighs flexed and relaxed as her hips rolled. "My Lord, I want you to touch me, I want you to do such unholy things to me~." She moaned out, as her hand slowly crept up her thigh, her fingers purposely hooking under her dress as she slowly rose it up her thighs, nearly exposing her panties before they unhooked, it trailed up her stomach slowly till it reached her breast where she grabbed it with a sensual sigh.

His eyes were slightly hooded in glee at her actions, he was entertained by her, he truly was. He wasn't aroused by demoness, they couldn't get him riled up like a young, virgin, gorgeous human woman did, the sight of the pleasure and fear in her eyes as he'd have his way with her, her screams of plea for help as he'd dig his claws into her soft skin, the smell of her warm blood, her hair getting knotted. Just the thought alone was enough to get his cock to twitch. He decided to entertain her.

" So You wished to be touched by me~? To be caressed and held~? To be unclothed and licked upon~? To be bitten and marked~? To be thrown onto your back, to be dominated~? To be forced to lie upon your back as I ravish you to my heart's content~? To be suckled upon while I finger your moist, tight, aching pussy~? To have your clit sucked upon~? To have your back arching as you call to the heavens from your orgasm~? To be flipped onto your knees, and to have your waist covered in bruises from my heavy touch~?

To be pounded into, by my thick, curved, long, dick~? To be spanked and manhandled like the little whore you are~? To be moaning my name into the echoing of my room~? To reach your second orgasm with trembling legs~? To be overstimulated by my constant thrusting~? To be flipped onto your side while I grab your soft throat with my large and powerful hand~? To have me whisper into your ear about how you're being such a good girl for me~? To have your thigh held up over my own as I thrust into you, hard and fast~? To have my groans and moans fill your dirty mind~? To have my seed fill you as you reach your last orgasm~? Is that what you want me to do to you, my sweet~?" He purred out.

Her eyes hooded and her lip locked under her teeth as her hand messaged her breast and her other slowly made its way between her thighs, her sweet moans sounded out, echoing into the quiet room, her mind imaging his vivid description of what he'd do to her. "Yes~! Yes, Lord Douma~!! That's what I want! That's what I crave, please, have mercy upon me, and bless me with such actions, I beg of you!" She whined and moaned out her pleas. His smile widened as he held back his gleeful chuckles. He didn't usually do this with demoness, but seeing her being so desperate made him want to be the slightest bit nice to her.

"You wish to worship my cock that badly~? How shameless." He teased. She whined in want as she batted her lashes at him prettily. "Please, Lord Douma?" She said in a soft voice. He observed her for a second longer before he uncrossed his legs, man spreading onto the zabuton as he curled his finger at her for an invite. "Come here, my little vixen~." He said. She was quick to crawl on her knees over towards him, climbing up into the shrine as she kneeled before him, she dared not to touch him, and her eyes trailed over his masculine features.

His handsome face, his Adam's apple, his strong shoulders, his wide chest, his toned stomach, his thick forearms, his powerful hips, and lastly, the main prize that was covered with his hakama pants. He smiled down at her with empty fondness, as he reached out and he petted her head. "Go on, I grant you permission to touch me as you please~." He said in a gentle voice. Her hands got to work, as she slowly trailed them up his strong and toned thighs, closing in on her prize. Her hands cuffed around his clothed cock in a diamond shape, his thickness was shown through the bunched fabric as she ran her hands over his flaccid cock.

He stared down at her with patient and observant eyes, watching as she literally worshiped his cock. She moved her hands back only to move them back in as she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped them. Her anticipation was heavy, her heart hammered in her chest as she was revealed to her prize. She gently and carefully pulled him out, holding it gently in her palm as she gazed at it. "It's very handsome." She complimented. He smiled but said nothing, as he enjoyed watching her in her trance.

She gently kissed the tip before she opened her mouth and she wrapped her tongue around the tip, french kissing it before she took him into her mouth. Unfazed by her actions, he watched with mirth as she sucked his flaccid cock, working to get him hard. "My~ You're very skilled at that, I can tell, but it'll take more than that to get me hard." He said. She sucked his cock slightly harder as she hollowed out her cheeks, her throat opened to take him deeper, he remained unfazed at the feeling of her smooth tongue rubbing under his cock, the walls of her cheeks hugging his cock, her throat tight around the tip of his cock as she took him in deeper.

"Hmm~ I don't think you understand... So, let me help you." He said with a close-eyed smile. She looked up at him, waiting for him to explain, but she was shocked when he suddenly grabbed the back of her head and he pushed her all the way down his cock till her nose was pushed into the base of his abdomen, he held her there for a while, the feeling of her throat adjusting and swallowing around his cock brought a smirk to his face and a twitch to his cock. "Human women, are so much more fun to play with, by now, her throat would be squeezing me from the lack of oxygen, constantly swallowing, the ridges of her throat feeling so good~" He said, his eyes shining with a sadistic gleam.

"But, you're sadly a demon, so I won't get that from you~." He mourned before he grabbed a fist full of her hair and he pulled her back, the tip laid on the middle of her tongue, her saliva coated his cock, strings connected from her chin down to his balls, a dazed look on her face as she looked up at him with utmost admiration. He smirked down at her face before he pushed her head back down as he thrusts up, her gagging was loud as she gripped his pants tightly, focusing on breathing through her nose as he mouth fucked her to his heart's content.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Y/N~? Is this what you wanted? To be used like a whore, to be my source of pleasure~?" He purred out. She moaned in response, her hips swayed from side to side as she rubbed her clit on the heel of her foot, and her pussy leaked through her panties to her dress. His grip on her hair tightened as he picked up his speed and force, practically slamming her face back down into his lower abdomen. His eyes grew a hazy look, as she was mentally replaced with a human girl.

Her brows furrowed as her closed eyes tightened, along with her grip on his pants, and her orgasm came crashing down on her. Her jaw twitched closed around his cock, her teeth squeezing him as his muscles convulse, her pussy spasmed as her moans came out high pitched. Her release trailed down her feet making a small pool around the ball of her foot. From the feeling of her teeth clenching down on his twitching cock, he gave a loud groan as his thigh muscles twitched, his hazy and dazed eyes shined in glee at the pleasurable feeling.

The sound of her gagging, the feeling of her contracting throat, her slapping hands upon his thighs, her nails digging into his skin. His cock twitched hard in her throat. He gave a throaty groan in response to his wandering thoughts. She moaned back in response, her hips picking up speed as she grinded down on her heel, her core clenched and unclenched, her stomach growing hot, signifying her of an approaching orgasm.

His own heels dug into the floor of the small shrine, generating a creaking sound as his thrusts became quicker. Her moaning became constant as she felt her orgasm coming, the vibration of her moans stimulated him, and he groaned deeply as his head threw back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

He looked down at her, seeing his saliva-coated cock appear and disappear from his sight. He stared a little longer before he pulled her off his cock, and her post-orgasmic moans sounded out as she was in a dreamy daze from her intense orgasm. He gave her a sadistic smile as he chuckled. "My~ that was actually rather fun... what else can you give me?" He questioned as he sat up, he let her hair go, allowing her to sit up on her own, she stared up at him, admiration was mixed in with her fucked out haze. "Take your clothes off." He simply ordered. She raised her hands up grabbingthe thin strap on her shoulder, as she slid them down, allowing her dress to fall down her body, it pooled around her waist before she stood up, and it fell to pool around her feet.

He watched patiently, as she took off her bra, the straps slid down her shoulders, and she pulled it down, releasing her breasts, her nipples hardened, ready to be played with, she turned it around on her so that she could properly unclip it, allowing it too to fall with her dress. Her hands cuffed her breasts as she closed her eyes, her fingers rubbing over her perky nipples as she moaned softly, her thighs rubbing together. Her hands slid down her body, her bottom lip locked under her teeth as she hooked her thumbs under her panties, slowly pulling them down, bending over with them till they hit the floor.

She slowly straightened out, her hands trailing up her body as she did, running them over her legs, knees, thighs, hips, waist, breast, neck, face, and up into her hair, she gave him a sluttery stare as she batted her lashes at him. His dazed eyes stared at her as he beckoned her over with his finger. "Come here~." He purred. She walked over towards him, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. She marveled at how strong and toned they looked. She looked up into his eyes.

They were dazed and hazy, almost like he wasn't really staring at her, it was like he was in a dream-like state. His hand trailed up her hips, around over back to her ass where he roughly squeezed her cheeks. She gave a soft moan at the rough treatment, his nails seeming like they were going to pierce her skin, he pulled her forward, making her spread her legs as she stumbled forward into his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. His hands trailed up her waist, over her back, and back down. She looked down between them, seeing his spit-coated cock pent between them.

The tip leaked pre cum as it slightly twitched from a pulse. She was brought from her musing when he suddenly laid back, her hands pulling from his shoulders to rest on his chest as she stared down at him. "I want you to ride me, show your devotion to me.~" He said. Her hands ran over his chest, feeling his muscles underneath his shirt, theybran down his abdomen, till she reached his glistening cock. She roughly grabbed it, vaguely recalling his reaction when she bit down on him earlier. It was the right move as his cock throbbed under her actions.

He swallowed at the feeling of her rough treatment, his hands resting lazily on her hips as they moved around to circle her ass cheeks and thighs. She sat up on her knees, while her hands guided his cock down between her legs toward her aching pussy. 'This is it... I'm going to be one with Lord Douma.' She thought excitedly as she slowly sunk down on him. Her eyes rolled as they fluttered close, the stretch slightly burning from not being prepared beforehand, but it was such a good feeling, it burned just right as she descended down his throbbing cock. The feeling of his veins and throbs brought small moans from her mouth as she sunk down.

His eyes were glued to where he could see himself entering into her, her clit slightly throbbing from the stimulation, the feeling of her core clenching. This was different, he wasn't used to having sex to pleasure his partner, he'd usually have sex out of boredom as he'd kill his next meal. It was never to give his partner pleasure. It was always for sadistic reasons. With her, it was different, he didn't hate it, but it was different. His thumb brushed over her clit, and she bucked, making her descend down his shaft fully making them both give a pleasurable sigh.

Her nails dug into his chest making him groan from the pain, his thumb rubbed heavy, fast circles on her clit, and her core tightened making his cock twitch from the feeling of her soft gummy walks pressing into every crevice of his cock, his other hand held onto her hip, his nails dug into her skin making indents into the soft flesh. She moaned from the stimulation on her clit, her hips grinding up into his thumb and down on his cock, her head flopped to the side her eyes closed as she tried to focus on riding, raising her hips up before she brought her ass down heavily on his lap.

He moaned out as his hips raised up to meet her halfway giving her the extra boost to bounce up, their moans, huffs, and groans sounded out in the room, the muffled sound of clapping echoed out, the gooey sound of her pussy could be heard as she grew wetter, her walls contracting and releasing around his twitching cock. He pulled his thumb from her clit, in favor of grabbing her ass, effortlessly picking her up, and letting gravity do its job of making her plant back onto his cock. The muscles in his arms, chest, and shoulders flexed.

His thigs slightly moved back and forth as he thrusts up into her fluttering walls, one of his feet rose onto the ball of his foot, helping his hips to angle up slightly, her reaction was immediate as she threw her head back and she moaned loudly into the empty room. The head of hisbcock pressing against her g spot heavily, hard and fast.

His eyes focused in on her bouncing breasts, watching as they did small little circles as they moved freely from the forcing of their fucking. Her hands moved down his chest towards her clit where she pressed her fingers against it heavily as she aggressively rubbed it.

"NNUAAGH!! FUCK!" He shouted before her walls loosened and they fluttered aggressively as she came hard around his cock. "AH! AH! AH! UGAH! OH GOOOD!" She moaned aloud in time with each new wave from her orgasm. He helped her ride out her orgasm, his thrusts speeding up, chasing for his own climax. Her body relaxed, and she slumped onto him. Her orgasm was harder than she expected, and her eyes were dazed. His arms wrapped around her lower back as his hips continued to thrust his cock up into her well-spent pussy.

"YES! YES! GOD YES! AH!! AHH!! I'M GONNA CUM~!! OH GOD!! LORD DOUMA!! PLEASE!! UAHH!" She cried out in pleasure as her other hand unconsciously came up to groop her breast. His cock twitched from her moans, the thick vein in his cock pulsed harder than expected and his head threw back from the feeling.

Her walls grew tighter, hotter, wetter, and her G spot flexed against the tip of his cock, his thrusting becoming urgent as he knew her climax was coming. Her moans got caught within her throat, and her walls grew tight for a moment, his cock fluttered and the thick vein on his cock pulsed quickly from the feeling.

The loose feeling of her relaxed walls made him groan, his cock twitch, his balls tightened and his world turned white. The feeling of his cock pulsing and twitching against her gummy ridges helped stimulate his orgasm. "NNNUGH! HA! HA! HAAA!" Came his breathy groans in time with his release, his hips doing small weak thrusts, His arms tightened around her, making her groan as it felt like his arms were going to sever her spinal cord, but they slowly loosened as his orgasm came to an end. His legs relaxed against the zabuton.

The room was silent as they both rested in their afterglow. She sighed as she felt his nails gently dragging up and down her back mindlessly. She moved her head, her chin resting on his chest as she looked up at him. "You up for round two?" She asked, a smirk on her face. He looked down at her and he smirked in return. "You still wish to show me your devotion?" He asked. She chuckled in return. "I feel that showing my devotion once isn't good enough." she said in a teasing voice. He gave an empty smile at her words. "Very well then, show me your devotion~." He said, mirth in his eyes.

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