Sweet Elixir

Pairing: Sub! Human Muzan and Dom! Female Reader

Summary: When your father is called out to his most disagreeable patient, Muzan Kibutsuji, you accompany him as his apprentice. You're told to expect a monster, but what you find is a bitter yet beautiful man in need of solace.

Content Guidance: NSFW. Overstimulation, face-sitting, mentions of death, creampies.

Taglist: @scaraza @fairydollsteps @i-literally-cant-with-this

"His mother named him Muzan because he is an accursed creature," your father explained to you as you made your way toward the Kibutsuji estate. "You do not have to speak to him. In fact, you can stay outside on the engawa when we arrive and I'll bear the brunt of his ire."

A tangled knot of nerves sat in your chest as autumn leaves crunched beneath your feet. The air was growing cooler in the later months, but that wasn’t the reason for the chill which ran down your spine. As your father's apprentice, you often accompanied him to his patients' homes. It wasn't unusual for the sick and wounded to lash out in frustration or pain, and you knew not to take their outbursts personally, but for your father to warn you this way… It could only mean this man– Muzan Kibutsuji – was far worse than any you had met before.

By the time you reached the mansion, anxiety had sunk in its claws and made camp beneath your rib-cage. You slipped off your shoes and tiptoed through the house, feeling like a child once more as you followed a step behind your father.

"Remember, do not speak to him unless he gives you permission," your father whispered. "And do not let him think you pity him. Nothing angers him more than pity."

"I won't."

"And try not to make too much noise."

"Okay."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather wait outside?"

Right– that had been an option, hadn't it? Honestly, you weren't exactly certain what was driving you on through the silent halls. Perhaps curiosity. Or perhaps the lingering air of sadness you felt compelled to try to heal. After all, what use would you be as a doctor if you ran in fear from your patients?

But the moment you laid eyes on the man you had been told to fear, your anxiety melted away like a snowflake on the tip of your tongue. Because Muzan Kibutsuji was beautiful.

"Doctor," the lord’s voice was like smoke and honey as he greeted your father with thinly-veiled contempt. He didn't acknowledge your presence at all as he sat up slowly on his futon. "You're late."

"My apologies, Lord Kibutsuji."

Muzan's tired eyes were the same reddish-brown as jasper, his hair as black as blood beneath moonlight, spilling down his back in gentle waves. His skin was alabaster, so pale it seemed he had never felt the sun's kiss.

As the young lord and your father discussed his treatment, you found yourself entirely transfixed by him, your study of medicine almost entirely forgotten for the moment. Instead your thoughts were consumed by every movement of Muzan's slender hands, the urge to run your fingers through his ebony waves, the desire to kiss his downturned mouth. But most of all, you craved to hear that dark and alluring voice crack.

"I'll fetch the equipment to begin mixing your remedy, Lord Muzan. I'll be back in just a moment," your father said, snapping you from your reverie. He gave you a reassuring look, that if you found yourself in trouble or otherwise uncomfortable, you could come and find him.

But you were far from uncomfortable.

"Good morning, my Lord," you said.

Muzan simply looked at you with a disdainful glower. "Why are you here?"

"To assist your doctor."

"Is he so inept he can't do the job himself?"

"No," you lifted your chin in defiance. "My father is a fine doctor–"

"Your father…so I'm a family project? A father-daughter bonding exercise?"

Your eyes narrowed. "No. I'm learning the skills of my father's craft."

"Ah, so you’re a scholar of failure." Muzan smirked. "I assume your father has given you information on my condition?"

"Only your disposition."

He laughed softly, the sound like distant thunder. "I'm sure he did. Tell me, do I meet expectations? Do you find me as disagreeable as I’m certain he does?"

"Actually, not at all." The corner of your mouth lifted for a moment. "I find you rather pleasant."

It was barely perceptible, but his carmine eyes widened slightly at your words. "Pleasant? I've been told I'm many things, but never that. What exactly about me is pleasant?" There was an earnestness to his tone, as if he sincerely wished to hear something positive about himself. “Come closer.”

You were more than happy to oblige the wishes of a dying man. You wanted to praise him, to let him know how beautiful he was, and make him feel something other than misery. But the moment you stepped forward and opened your mouth to speak, your father reentered the room, carrying a tray full of supplies; little bundles of herbs and bottles of ingredients, measuring equipment, and a ceramic pestle and mortar.

He approached the futon like he was approaching a snarling tiger’s cage, the bottles on the tray rattling and telegraphing his trembling.

"Doctor," Muzan said suddenly, causing your father to flinch. "I need you to go into town for me. Your assistant may prepare and administer my medication."

Your father blinked in surprise. "Lord Muzan?"

"I require tea."

"T-tea?"

A small surge of guilt rose in your chest. Your poor father was being treated as an errand boy instead of a doctor. But that surge was quickly quelled by the knowledge that your father's absence would mean that you and Muzan would be alone. And he wanted it.

You gave your father a reassuring nod and a gentle smile. “All will be well. I’m quite certain I can give Lord Kibutsuji what he needs.”

A few minutes later your father was gone. Walking to the closest town would take half an hour each way, so you had plenty of time alone with the intriguing man.

“Now then,” the lord said softly as you knelt at the foot of his futon and began to prepare the medicine according to your father’s notes. Muzan’s eyes followed your every movement, sharp and curious despite his obvious fatigue. “I believe you were about to pay me a compliment.”

You smiled as you used the pestle to grind the specified herbs into a fine paste. “I was. What kind of compliment would you like? Should I draw attention to your demeanor or your looks?”

The man’s lips stretched slightly, as a faint smile graced his features. “Both.”

“Well, you’re clearly very intelligent and quick with your retorts.”

“Hm, go on.” Muzan smirked, clearly enjoying the pampering to his ego. “What else?”

“You are without doubt the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on,” you said, casually scraping the contents of the mortar into a mixing bowl. “And I’d very much like to fuck you.”

Muzan sat very still for a long time, simply watching you finish preparing the medicine. If not for the quickened rhythm of his breaths, you might have suspected he was completely unaffected by your comments.

“You’re very forward,” he said finally.

“Do you believe you have time for coyness?”

It was a harsh question, one which visibly affected him. Some part of him knew, just as you did, that short of divine intervention, he was doomed. He glanced down at his lap, pulling in a steadying breath. “No. I don’t.”

Pity was at best wasted on him, and at worst the gravest insult. So you didn’t offer it.

Instead, you shuffled along his futon, straddling his thighs as you held out the bowl of medicine for him to sip from. “So, would you like to be fucked?”

Striking mahogany eyes drifted up the length of your body, drinking in your curves as if your vitality was contagious. When finally they met your gaze, he leaned forward, placing his lips obediently on the rim of the bowl as you tipped it for him. He drank down the bitter remedy, his eyes never leaving yours.

When the bowl was empty he spoke. “Yes,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I want you to fuck me.”

Setting the bowl aside, you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, relishing the way his body shivered at the sensation. His eyes closed, and his lips parted around a stuttering breath of anticipation. He was, you quickly discovered, extremely receptive to the sensation, groaning and gasping, close to losing his composure entirely from a simple suck on his bottom lip.

Oh, this would be delicious.

He kissed you back, tentative and inexperienced at first, then slowly growing in confidence as you let him know he was doing well with a quiet but heartfelt moan. Despite your lack of pity, you weren’t entirely ignorant of his sickness. You paid attention to his breathing, to the racing of his pulse as you rested your fingers on his neck, giving him respite when you felt it became too frantic.

"We're going to go slowly," you whispered against Muzan's trembling lips.

A frustrated growl sounded at the back of his throat. "Do not think you have to be gentle with me."

"I said we would go slow, I never promised to be gentle. My father won't be back for a while, and I intend to make good use of every minute we have together." You traced the outline of his lip with the tip of your index finger, making him shudder. "Is that okay?"

Muzan's throat flexed as his eyes fluttered shut. "Oh~ yes."

He was putty in your hands as you clasped his jaw between your fingers and pulled him in for another kiss. Your tongue teased his before returning your attention to his bottom lip, biting into the plump flesh to make it abundantly clear that he was yours.

"Yes~" Muzan sucked in a breath, elegant fingers twisting in the fabric of your clothes gathered at your hips.

"Tell me what you want," you purred, bowing your head to lick a long stripe up the column of his throat, feeling it flex and vibrate beneath your tongue as he groaned in pleasure.

"Everything," he whispered. “Gods, please, I want to feel it all.”

He submitted to you so easily, surrendering the power of his social standing with just a few kisses. There was a desperation in his eyes, and an eagerness to be led and to please. And you could tell this was new to him. He had never felt so compelled to follow orders. It excited him. His pupils were blown out as he gazed up at you.

"I'm going to show you how to make me come," you told him, standing from the futon to undress.

He watched you in fascination, his eyes drawn to your every movement; your hands working open your belt, the sway of your breasts as you freed them from your clothing, the crease in your belly as you stepped out of the garment. At that moment he was besotted.

His breaths were shallow, his pale cheeks dusted with the faintest blush. "Let me kiss you."

Turning to him with a flat, disapproving glance, your heart secretly swelled at the knowledge he desired you. "Manners."

The defiance in his eyes only lasted a heartbeat; more instinct than true feeling. Muzan was used to getting his own way, a spoiled, pampered noble lord… but he was wrapped around your little finger, and desperate to earn approval. "Please… I want to kiss you."

“Ah,” you chuckled victoriously. “You’re so obedient. Tell me, where would you like to kiss me?”

His gaze dropped between your thighs, his lips opening and closing around silent syllables.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, even though you had a strong inclination toward the reason for his hesitation. "It's too vulgar to utter– is that it?” You chuckled, approaching him and helping him remove his nightshirt. “If your tongue is too shy to even say a word, how do you ever expect to please me with it?”

Standing astride his legs, you gently pulled back the blanket to see him fully. As expected his body was as pale as his face; lean and lithe… and beautiful. His cock was hard, and already so dark at the tip you suspected the slightest touch would cause him to erupt. So instead, you dragged your thumb over his lips, relishing the way they parted around a silent plea.

“Well, my pretty lord? Can you say it for me?”

A low, wanton groan emerged from him as he gazed up at you. “Your cunt. Please… please let me taste your cunt.”

He begged so nicely, your pussy throbbed at the sound of his desperation. Oh, you could listen to him gasp and plead all day, but your own desire was just as ardent as his, and your time was limited.

But before you began you needed to know the limitations of his ailing body. "Very good. Now, how should I have you do it? Shall I stand like this, or shall I have you lie back so I can sit on that handsome, noble face?"

“Oh, fuck…” he released a shaking breath, skating his hands along the sides of your calves. “Sit… sit please… please…”

A shiver of excitement ran through your body as he lay back and took a gasping breath of anticipation. Oh, he was so far gone and you hadn’t even so much as touched him below the shoulders. That your father saw fit to warn you of this man was hilarious to you now. He was nothing but obedient, eager, and desperate for your pussy.

“Good boy,” you whispered as you got into position, kneeling on his pillow with his face between your thighs. He was damn near panting, turning his head to kiss your inner thighs as you continued speaking.“If you need me to get off you, I want you to tap my thigh four times quickly, like this.” You demonstrated for him, then had him do the same to you. “Good. Now, I’m not going to be gentle with you.”

“I don’t want you to be.” He released a deep breath. “Just let me taste you. Please.”

Without further warning you leaned forward on your hands and lowered your hips, pushing your cunt onto his eager tongue. Right away he clamped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as a hungry growl emerged from him, vibrating through your core.

Muzan ate you like a rabid beast feasting on your tender flesh. The slick heat of his ravenous tongue was almost more than you could bear. He lapped ferociously at your cunt, as though your essence was the elixir to his condition.

“Fuuuuck,” you ground out as you found your back arching from the sensation.

Gods, he was relentless, licking and sucking your clit as if his life depended on it. The man was drunk on the taste of you, groaning and slurping as you ground your pussy against his insatiable mouth. The lips you had been warned only uttered vitriol and sin, worshiped you with fervent hunger.

You pulled away, tormenting you both as he let out a desperate whimper.

“No. Come back,” his voice was tinged with anguish as you denied him. “Pleasepleaseplease. Let me make you cum.”

You took a moment to relish his pleas before sitting back down and pulling a muffled cry of relief from him. His cock wept rivers of pre-cum, his hands, sinking into the plush softness of your thighs as he resumed his licking.

There was no skill to his ministrations; only feral determination. He lay the flat of his tongue over your clit and dragged it back and forth, the only sounds in that silent house his smothered groans, your gasping breaths, and the lewd wet sounds of his tongue on your cunt.

It was too much. And it was perfect.

He tore you apart at the seams, sending you careening into your orgasm. You choked out a cry as powerful throbs of near unbearable pleasure rocked though your body and you ground your pussy against his eager mouth.

When your pleasure subsided you shuffled down to straddle Muzan’s stomach, his erection pressed against your ass as you gazed down at his blushing face. Gods, the man was in a stupor as you dragged your thumb once more over his lips, spreading the gloss of your essence over them. The light caught them so prettily as he gazed at you with half-lidded eyes.

“That was lovely,” you told him as he closed his eyes and whimpered with need. “You did very well for me, Muzan.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly as his cock twitched behind you. His eyes were glazed over, his breaths coming in shallow pants. This man was born to a high status but his soul and his cock craved submission. “Please fuck me now. I need to cum.”

A shock of pleasure ran through your body as he parted his lips, licking the tip of your thumb, savoring every drop of your nectar. “Mm… shall I ride you?”

“Yes, Gods yes, that’s what I want. I want– I need your wet cunt on my cock.”

A grin pulled at the corners of your mouth as the vulgarity slipped from his lips as naturally as breath. Arousal made him far bolder. You could happily tease him all day, delay his release until his pleas echoed around the house, but time was pressing on and you needed to know the feeling of his cock in you just as desperately as he needed your cunt.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you told him. “But I will take an herbal tea which should prevent–”

“I don’t care,” Muzan interrupted, his brattish, noble demeanor emerging slightly. “Get yourself pregnant if you want. Use me to make yourself a little heir to the Kibutsuji wealth and ensure your fortune when I’m dead. I’ll even write a letter confirming it’s mine. I don’t care. I have no fucking love for my family. I just want to feel your pretty cunt around my cock.”

Even submitting to you like this, he was wicked at heart. Then again, perhaps so were you.

You couldn’t help but smirk as you lifted your hips and aligned yourself with him, letting the fat head of his cock press against your entrance. Muzan’s lips parted around a shivering breath as his eyes widened in anticipation.

You paused. “Let me hear you ask nicely. One more time.”

“Oh, Gods, why do you insist on tormenting me?"

You cocked an eyebrow at his little rebellion. "I could deny your release, Muzan. I could keep you on the edge until the moment my father walks in here–"

"Please, I'm sorry. Just… please fuck me. I want to feel it. I want to know…”

“Good boy. You beg so sweetly.”

“Only for this,” he groaned through his teeth. “Only for you.”

Lowering your hips, you took him, watching the muscles in his cheeks tense and pulse as he fought to keep his composure. But he was breaking just from the sensation of you, his face reddening as he put his head back and moaned. “Ohh fuck fuck fuuuck you feel so fucking good.”

Your breath caught in your chest as his cock filled you, the stretch causing a slight sting which eased as you rocked on top of him.

“Slow…” he pleaded.

Perhaps he was worried he would cum too quickly, or perhaps he worried his heart couldn’t take much more, but you did as he asked, riding him slowly. The languid undulation of your hips drew the most broken, desperate sounds from him. He gasped and groaned, drowning in bliss as you bowed your head and licked the stiffened buds of his nipples.

“Yes thank you thank you~" he whispered, though you suspected his gratitude was not aimed at you but to the gods themselves.

His hands never left your body. He fought the urge to close his eyes, keeping them on you as though he needed to flood every sense with you. Touch-starved and ravenous for pleasure, he savored every second, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as his seed flooded your cunt.

His voice, which was once so commanding and bewitching, broke as he begged once more. "Don't stop. Please. Not yet. Not yet."

Leaning forward to cage his head with your arms, you kissed him, swallowing his moans as you rode him into overstimulation. He was in ruin, squeezing his eyes shut, blushing scarlet, his fingers digging into your back as you kept up the slow, unending rhythm.

The sinews in his neck bulged as he strained and squirmed. His thighs twitched and shook as his feet sought purchase on the futon. "I-it's too much."

"Should I stop?"

He shook his head, even as his cock softened inside you. "No… don't stop."

He clung to you then, hiding his face against your shoulder, the tears on his lashes cool against your burning skin.

Threading his long, black hair through your fingers, you cooed softly as he whimpered into the crook of your neck. "You're taking it so well. You're so beautiful when you're fucked out like this. So good for me."

You rocked together, panting breaths heating the air between you as Muzan gorged himself on pleasure. Slender fingers slid down to your backside, digging into the fat of your ass and clinging to you with all he had. His cock grew hard again. His gasps turned to growls.

"Gods, I can't take anymore."

You slowed down.

His hands darted to your hips. "Don't stop, damn you. Don't stop."

Muzan Kibutsuji, that sick and wretched man, whose life consisted of agony and disappointment found precious moments of pleasure and normalcy in your embrace, and once he had tasted that bliss he wouldn't surrender it. The ecstasy you gave him would not cure his ailments, but it was an elixir which temporarily sweetened the bitterness in his heart.

Grazing your teeth over his collarbone, you whispered, "Can you take it if I go a little faster?"

"I– yes. I want to feel you cum on my cock," he whispered. "Do what you need to do."

Sitting upright, you took his hand and led it to your clit, guiding his strokes. His lips fell apart in reverent surprise as your cunt pulsed and tightened around his cock, preparing for release. And you knew he only pleasured you like this so that he could feel it. He used your body for his own enjoyment, submitted to you to please himself, watched you fall apart on his cock because he enjoyed the sight of it. And yet, as your pleasure reached its zenith and you came undone, you simply didn't care.

Muzan was seconds behind you, hissing through his teeth as he filled you again.

"Enough, enough," he cried, tapping your thighs four times to signal he was truly done.

You lay down beside him staring at the ceiling as your breaths returned to a normal pace.

After a moment, Muzan rolled onto his side, then shifted to lay his head upon your breast as he let his weakened heart settle. He didn't hold you. He simply lay there in your embrace as you languidly stroked your fingers up and down his back, tracing the ridge of his spine.

Silence shrouded you for a long time before Muzan broke the silence. "Will you come again next week?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes." He sighed. "Though we will have to come up with a better excuse than tea to get your father out of the house. He may be an idiot but even he may start to suspect your methods aren't exactly by the book."

Later, as you walked from the Kibutsuji residence, your father fussed over you, apologizing profusely for leaving you alone with the wretched lord.

"It won't happen again, I promise."

"It's alright, father," you assured him. "He really wasn't all that bad. In fact, next week–"

"Next week won't be a problem. You'll have your own patient to attend to. I'll come here alone," your father smiled, expecting you to be relieved.

Truth be told, you were a little disappointed.

Your father continued, "Besides, while at the tea shop, I heard about a rare medicinal plant. One I'm going to try with Lord Kibutsuji next week. The lady at the shop called it 'the blue spider lily."

YAN! Kokushibō 黒死牟 hcs. +

CWS + Assault, Gorey themes, Murder, Decapitation, Wisteria Poisoning, Breaking of bones, Reader is held hostage, Kokushibou slaughters everyone basically, Cutting of limbs, Captivity, Unhealthy obsession, Unhealthy relationship, Strength difference, dead dove; do not eat!

NOTE + Hello~ I’m back again, sorry for the absence. Again, the warnings are as it says.

+ yaeshigan +

I - There's a high chance that you either are Kokushibou's descendant, a far family member or a reincarnation of his past lover. If not, then you're probably demonslayer that he's stumbled upon and taken an interest to.

II - He'd probably met you while you were still a demonslayer.

III - You were still far way weaker than him, and he was an uppermoon, so the strength comparison was very clear.

IV - And even though you tried your best attempts at killing him, the only thing he did to stop you was parry your attacks and move to the other side to dodge.

V - He thought your attempts were wasted and took amusement in seeing you try hard and make no progress. And you still dared to stand up again and try over and over.

VI - That's probably why he fell for you.

VII - Now, since you're so weak in comparison to him, he treats you almost like a toddler that can't do anything for themselves because they're so oblivious.

VIII - He was very quiet and reserved at first when taking you. You probably fought back, but that ended with you almost breaking every single bone in your body. It's for your best, right?

IX - Doesn't bring you to uppermoon meetings, partially because the disgusting behaviours of his 'lower' comrades are far way too concerning and he doesn't want to endanger you. ahem ahem, Doma.

X - And he's also afraid that Muzan will force him to end your life.

XI - Kokushibou has mindfog that probably confuses Muzan a lot, so he can't find you, or literally anything about anything in his thoughts. They're just empty. So it doesn't worry Kokushibou when he goes to meetings without you.

XII - Kokushibou isn't stupid, he obviously kills your kasugai crow on sight, and if it actually succeeded in escaping, he would go to insane lengths just to get rid of evidence.

XIII - He ends up slaughtering your family, anybody the kasugai crow has alerted and probably a few hashiras.

XIV - I like to think Kokushibou still lives in the house that he lived in when he was still young, and when Yoriichi still lived.

XV - Kokushibou's envy over Yoriichi pushes him into the thought of that if you ever knew Yoriichi existed, it would cause him problems. He probably thought that if you knew he existed, it would mean there was a way to decapitate him.

XVI - Kokushibou doesn't like to express his affection through words or even say anything to initiate it. He just walks up to you one night and then ends up quietly hugging you in a way to show that he cares.

XVII - Don't get me wrong though, if you were to refuse him, it wouldn't look so good for you.

XVIII - Kokushibou may care about you and your mental health, but if you push him, he won't hesitate to cut a limb or two off.

XIX - Kokushibou is a very good example of the sins wrath and envy, he doesn’t like it when you or someone else mentions Yoriichi if you knew about him, or anything generally related to his former family.

XX - Kokushibou hates that he has to hide you away from the kizuki, demonslayers and many other dangerous things, he’d rather have you become a kizuki like him but then he knows that you’ll be at risk of being killed by a demonslayer and he wouldn’t be able to live with that, so he tries to keep you human for as physically as long as possible.

XXI - He’ll go as far to keeping you human until you’re old, or if you get incureably sick or can’t communicate anymore.

XXII - Then he’ll give you some of his blood, but he’ll only give you a little, to make sure it goes through and that you won’t die on him.

XXIII - Since Kokushibou tends to avoid speaking as much, his love language is more acts of service. Quiet actions like hugging you from behind or giving you headpats.

XXIV - Kokushibou doesn’t want you to continue your hobby of swordmansship at all, he fears that you’ll try to rebel and then get injured because he had to stop you from attacking him.

XXV - Kokushibou may be cool and rarely get angry or mad, but when he does, absolute hell breaks loose. So much that calling it angry would be an understatement. The only way to really push him though would be to continously try to escape, hide yourself from him or try your damnest at poisoning him with wisteria.

XXVI - Since Kokushibou can’t ever go into the sun, when daylight hours are present he’s always reserting to keeping himself company with you in his house while he waits for nighthours to approach.

XXVII - While Kokushibou may be uppermoon one and is very loyal to Muzan, he isn’t afraid of bending his rules one or two times to keep you safe or hidden from his view. So the chances of Muzan finding your existence is very low and keeps him from ending you.

XXVIII - Overall, Kokushibou is pretty possessive and obsessed over you and would do anything to live an eternal life with you.

I’m gonna be doing Gyūtarō next. Send reccommendations pls tho, it motivates me a lot💕💗

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1 year ago

You Look Beautiful | V.

summary: Alastor introduces you to Vox, leading to an unforgettable experience with your father.

pairing: vox x lucifer’s daughter!reader

includes: drinking, fluff, VALENTINO, secret relationships, awkward flirting, lucifer being an overprotective father, lucifer also being lucifer, that’s basically it (let me know if i missed any !!)

a/n: this takes place before Vox upgrades to a flat screen TV and before Alastor leaves for his seven year absence. Also, you’re older than charlie 🤗

Being Lucifer Morningstar’s first daughter was something else. Especially when your mother left. When she left, your father fell into deep depression which left you with paperwork to fulfill from other sins and left you with the responsibility of watching over your younger sister. Having to take over both your mother and father’s royal duties was getting to you, so no wonder you resorted to occasional clubbing with your friends.

“Husk!” You enveloped the demon cat in your arms, earning a noise of complaint. “Rude.”

“I don’t take affection lightly.” He patted your back awkwardly and let you settle into the booth with him. “What took you so long?”

You roll your eyes, “Charlie wanted to invite the stupid Von Eldritch boy over. I at least had to set some ground rules.”

“She’ll disobey them.” Husk shook his head and ordered a whiskey. “You know her.”

“Yeah yeah.” You wave him off and order your own drink, tapping your nails against your flip phone. “Do you know if Alastor’s here yet?”

“Why, I would like to believe I’m here, darling.” The Radio Demon formed in front of you. Husk muttered something toward your direction, Alastor’s grin sharpening at the action. “I’ve brought along some acquaintances if you don’t mind.”

You look up before sipping your drink. “Yeah, what you’ve brought is a doll, a moth, and a tv— Ow.” You rubbed your arm where Husk jabbed you, glaring at him.

Your eyes drifted toward the three demons Alastor brought with him, tilting your head at the height differences. You learned that the shortest amongst them was Velvette. Out of the three of them, she seemed to be the one with the most fashion sense as she nitpicked everyone else’s clothing in the establishment. Her accent was heavy, leaving you to wonder what she said half of the time.

“Oh god, that bitch is wearing wrist ruffles! Someone burn it.” She spoke in distaste at the demon.

“Vel, she’s already wasted, don’t give her any more ideas.” The moth blew out pink smoke, watching the young demon stumble across the dance floor.

For a moth, he was the tallest demon between the three of them, towering over everyone even while sitting. He introduced himself to be Valentino… The porn demon. He gave you goosebumps from sitting across you. And for being the princess of hell, that means a lot. He seemed to be eyeing all the younger demons, his single gold tooth flashing when he grinned at them.

“Val, come dance with me.” Velvette dragged him out of the booth, not waiting for a response. “Voxy, you’re welcome to join.”

You shifted your gaze over to the TV demon, watching him politely decline the offer. He definitely kept you guessing. When you first saw him, he was reserved and only spoke to those he came with. However, he eventually started to loosen up, taking shots with Valentino. And for a demon with a TV box for a head, he was quite interesting.

“You’re not gonna dance?” You stir your red straw in your drink, catching the demon’s attention. “It seemed like Velvette wanted you to join them.”

“Dancing with big crowds isn’t my thing.” He swirled a claw over the rim of his glass and met your eyes. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Your eyes drift over to Husk ordering another whiskey at the bar, Alastor hot on his tail.

“Why aren’t you dancing?”

“I wasn’t up to it, but now that you mention it—“ You tilted your head back and downed your drink, not noticing the glitching TV beside you. “—You have to come dancing with me.”

“I don’t think—“

You click your tongue, pushing your drink away. “Just one song? If you don’t want to, you can leave when we get there.” You take his hand and pout, using the face your father gave you to make it more convincing. “Please?”

He huffed but let you drag him to the dance floor, moving his hand to your hip when you hit the center of the huge crowd. “You know, I’m starting to think he just invited me out to be more social with his friends.”

“Al and I are barely friends, but how is that working out for you?” You question as the red light glares against your skin.

He shrugged as his voice dripped with sarcasm. “Depends on how well I’ve been talking to the people he introduced me to.” He tugged you closer to you when drunk demons pushed against your body. “Do you even remember my name?”

You open your mouth but promptly shut it, cheeks flushed at the confrontation. “I know it! I just… Don’t want to say it.”

“Holy shit, you don’t know my name.” He spun you in his arms, smirking at your pink face. “It’s Vox, by the way.”

“I knew that.” You say with a teasing tone, laughing when he dipped you. “I bet you don’t know my name.”

Your name fell from his mouth smoothly, making you scoff in annoyance. “I believe everyone knows who you are, princess.”

You avoided his gaze after the nickname spilled out of his lips. Sure, you were called princess multiple times by many demons. But the way Vox said it made butterflies appear in your stomach, a different kind of goosebumps appearing across your skin.

As the song came to an end, you learned a lot more about the TV demon in front of you within those last six minutes than you learned from Husk in the last two years. Returning to your booth, your phone vibrated in your pocket as you excused yourself from your company. Charlie’s name lit up your screen, making you curse.

You went back over to the booth to find Vox covering your unfinished drink with his hand, glancing at his own phone. “Hey, I have to go. Sorry for cutting our discussion short. My sister called and—“

“Don’t worry! It’s not an issue! Your family is clearly important sooo…” Vox rubbed the back of his neck, tugging at the turtleneck. “Before you go, can I ask you something?”

“What’s up?” You look back up at him after shooting a text to Charlie.

His screen turned pink as your attention went back to him, all confidence leaving his system. “I was wondering if you would like to meet up again. Sometime? Not in a club possibly?”

Your face warms at his words, at a loss for your own response. “Uh.. Yes! Of course, let me just get your contact info.”

“Right!” He felt the inside of his jacket for a pen, taking your hand a scribbling down his number. “Just give me a call whenever you can.”

You smiled at how fast he switched from confident to shy within seconds. “Of course.”

“Oh my god.” You mumble as you watch your father converse with the store’s employees animatedly, rubbing your temples at the sight.

Charlie snickered at your expression as he summoned a rubber duck he was working on. “You can’t tell me you weren’t expecting this when we went out today.”

“No, I knew.” You turn away from your father’s embarrassing encounter and flick through different dresses on the rack behind you instead. “I think knowing this would happen made it a hundred times worse.”

Since Lilith left, Lucifer took it upon himself to treat his daughters out to buy their own clothing at least once a month. He just always got distracted by showing other demons his creations.

“Char, do you think I could pull this off?” You pull a dress from the rack and put it against yourself, staring at the mirror with your nail between your teeth. You quite liked it, but you weren’t sure if you would wear it more than once—

“Personally, I think you would look amazing.” A voice that was distinctly not Charlie came from your left.

You whipped your head over as your face reddened at the TV demon. “Shut up, Vox.”

“I’m serious! You would look great in that.” He fully came into your view, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Didn’t expect to see you today.”

Humming, you walk back over to the rack and examine the rest of the dresses, Vox close behind. “My dad wanted to take Charlie and I out.” You glanced up at him when you pulled out a maroon dress, silently asking for his opinion. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, this is Velvette’s own designer store.” He cleared his throat, eyes darting toward the sign that had his business partner’s name under it. “She sent me to check on the stock or something.”

“Did you?” You question as you scan over the prices on the dresses, clicking your tongue. “Check on whatever she needs you to check on, I mean?”

He shrugged, “You distracted me, princess.”

You flush pink again at the name, bumping him with your hip. “Go do your job, Vox.”

“It’s not my fault I saw you!”

“Yes, it is!” You tease with an accusatory finger to his chest. “I’m an innocent bystander—“

Charlie rounded the corner of the store looking for you, eyes brightening when seeing your figure. “Hey, dad’s asking for you— Oh!” You and Vox separated swiftly, eyes wide at the young Morningstar. “Uh, am I.. interrupting something? Orrr…?”

“No no, you’re fine, Charlie.” Your face remained warm, not meeting your sister’s eyes. An awkward silence filled the room before Vox cleared his throat, making you spring into action. “Right! Charlie, this is Vox. Vox, Charlie.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Charlie.” Vox gave her a polite smile, squeezing your hip. “Your sister talks a lot about you.

Charlie practically glowed at the confession, looking over at you for confirmation. “It’s nice to meet you as well!” She glanced at the two of you in suspicion. “I’m sorry to cut your… Meeting? Uh, short, but our dad needs her…”

Vox squeezed your hip one last time before pressing a quick kiss to your temple, soft static emitting from the spot. “I’ll text you later.”

“Bye.” You give him a lovesick look as you nod, walking over to a grinning Charlie.

“Soooo…” Charlie looked back, watching the TV demon’s screen become crimson with small electric hearts appearing. “Who was that?”

“Vox.”

She rolled her eyes at your bluntness, “Okay, obviously! But who is he?”

You fiddle with the hangers in your arms, not meeting her eyes. “He’s a guy… That I’m seeing… Currently…”

“Oh. My. Gosh!” She squeezed your arm with excitement, bouncing with every step. “Why didn’t you tell me? That’s super exciting!”

“I didn’t want Dad to find out.” You shake your head at the thought. “He’s been a bit overprotective with who we hang out with recently.”

Speak of the devil, he’ll appear.

“GIRLS! COME MEET THIS NICE YOUNG WOMAN!”

You and Charlie looked at each other while wincing, slowly approaching your father.

“Charlie!” You yell from your bathroom, rushing over to your walk-in closet. You sift through your dresses, looking for the maroon dress.

“What?” She yelled from your bedroom, giving KeeKee stomach rubs.

Swiftly, you snatch the dress off the hanger and run back over to the bathroom, throwing your towel over the shower and slipping into the dress. “Can you run downstairs and make sure Dad doesn’t open the door? Vox is coming to pick me up—“

“Why can’t you do it?” She groaned, flopping down onto your bed

“Because I’m not done dressing!” Your eyes flash red in annoyance with small horns poking out of your head as you peek over at the young demon. “The staff has the day off today because it’s the end of the month, and I really don’t want Dad to open the door.”

Charlie muttered something incoherent before leaving the room, KeeKee right by her heels. To be fair, you were a little rude, but you had the right to be. You were terrified for your father to meet Vox. Not that Vox was horrible, but your father's protectiveness started to rise much faster these last couple of months. As you were finishing up your makeup, your phone rang, followed by a groan coming out of your mouth.

“Hello?” You picked up your phone, slipping on your red heels and gold jewelry.

“Hi, princess.” Vox’s voice came through the cellular device, making you smile.

“Are you here already?” You glance at the clock in your room and curse at the time, running down the stairs.

He chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah, but uhm, your dad looks like he’s gonna kill me.”

“Fuck, okay, give me a second.” You shut your phone and open a portal to the front door instead of running all the way down to the foyer. “Hey, Dad!”

“Sweetie, who the hell is this guy?” Lucifer glared at the TV demon. Vox buffered at the comment, embarrassment filling his system.

You wedge yourself in between the two, whispering an apology to Vox. “Dad, this is Vox. Vox, my dad..”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mister Morningstar.” Vox offered his hand but slowly lowered it as he received no reaction.

“Uh-huh.” Lucifer looked at him up and down. “And who exactly is he?”

You hold the urge to laugh at how similar Charlie was to your father but snap back to reality when you hear Vox’s fans turn on.

“He’s my…” You glance back at the demon behind you before down at your father, linking your hands with Vox’s. “Vox is my boyfriend.”

“Your what now?” He stared at you with wide eyes, gaze shifting from the now bright pink demon to his darling daughter.

“My boyfriend.” You say again with more assurance. “We’ve been together a bit after Alastor introduced us—“

“The radio demon?” Lucifer made a face of disgust. “Okay, well you can come back inside the house and you—“ He pushed Vox out while pulling you in. “—Can leave my property.”

“Dad!” You tug Vox back to your side, apologizing once more for your father’s actions. “I’m going out with him tonight.”

“Oh, c’mon. He’s associated with the stupid radio—“

“I’m friends with Alastor!” Your eyes flash red again but calmed once Vox squeezes your hand. You blink before speaking again, taking a deep breath. “Listen, can I just go out? I’ll be back later.”

Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temple. “You’re happy? He makes you happy?”

You nod while smiling up at Vox, “Very.”

“And you’ll watch over her?” He looked over at Vox, brow raised at the demon.

“Yes, sir.” Vox squeezed your hand again.

He bit back any words of annoyance and gave a strained smile to the both of you. “Have fun on your date, sweetheart.”

You grinned and pulled him in for a hug, “Thank you! Love you!”

“Alright, just be back by midnight.” He flicked his hand which set a timer over the doorway. “Be safe.”

“We will!” You take Vox’s hand again and drag him away from the door. “That was easy.”

Vox furrowed his brows at your statement, wrapping his arm around your hip. “For you, maybe. He looked like he wanted to murder me.”

You shrug your shoulders, “You’ll get used to it.” You give him a proper look, tugging at his tie when you thought you were far enough from your father’s gaze. “You look handsome as always.”

“You look…” He pulled you close by the waist, smirking as you flushed red. “Beautiful.”

You push up on your toes and press a kiss to his lips, hands coming up to the sides of his screen. He hummed and pulled you closer, thumbs rubbing circles by your hip.

“HEY! BACK UP, BUDDY!” Lucifer yelled from the door, full demon form out on display.

You chuckle when Vox glitches, patting his chest. “Sorry, handsome.”

“STAY TEN FEET AWAY FROM HER!”

Rolling your eyes, you turn around and let your own demon form come out. “DAD!”

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jezz343434

1 year ago

╰┈➤Hope… || Demon Slayer Drabbles

including: kokushibo, akaza, hantengu, gyokko and gyutaro

summary: @xjulixred45x asked for upper moon headcanons besides douma || they asked for a sweet reader with a bad past. and the reader always has hope.

Kokushibo

- He was quite surprised that you always had a positive attitude and a smile across your face despite your bad past. He didn’t understand why you treated him so kindly he was a blood thirsty demon. But Kokushibo also knew that you always had hope in him and everyone else, which he didn’t mind but why him? “Hmm, Hope? You have hope for me?” He said coldly, as he looked at you with his six eyes he couldn’t help but snarl at you. “I don’t need your hope, I’m a Demon, Upper Moon 1. And there’s no Hope for me.” He said, and as you look at him you smile sweetly at him. Grabbing his large hand “Oh there’s always hope for everyone and especially for you my Love.” You say, making him look away. Scoffing at your comment “Whatever keeps you happy then.” He said, in reality there was no hope for him. He was a selfish Demon who only thought about himself. But deep down he felt a bit of happiness whenever you told you had hope for him.

Akaza

-Now this man loved with all his heart, you were truly a kind hearted soul despite your tragic background. You still had the strength to smile along and you also had hope in everything and everyone. Including him…which was strange for him because he was a Demon. “You know that I have some hope in you. That one day you’ll turn against your Demon King.” You say, as you grab his hand and smile at him. Making Akaza’s blood run cold as you mention Muzan. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon.” He said, as he gripped onto your hand. You just smile at him, and he just sighed. “I still have hope, there’s always hope for anything. You know that right?” And he just nodded “Yes I’m very aware that there’s hope but not for this. I’m sorry Y/N.” He said, you shrug and smile. “You keep thinking that, but I’ll hold on to my hope.” And he just nodded not wanting to keep this conversation on going, but he couldn’t help think about what you said. Is there really hope?

Hantengu

-Now from all Demons Hantengu didn’t quite understand why you we’re dating him. You were prefect! You were drop dead beautiful and you always had this positive attitude, you were so strong. And despite your shitty pass as how he thinks of it you still have the guts to be kind and smile at everyone. You also had hope in him which was strange because why would he need hope? “Oh come on Y/N why do you have hope in me..” He whined out, at the moment you were holding him and smiling. “Because everyone needs some hope.” You say, patting his head making him whimper under his breath. “But you know that I’m an Upper Moon 4, a deadly Demon. Why would I need hope?” He asked, you look at him. Your smile never faded away. “Just because, and there’s always hope for everyone my love.” You say, and he just hummed under his breath not knowing what to say so he stayed silent. Hope?? For a demon? Yeah right…

Gyokko

-From all the Upper Moons Gyokko would probably be the most meanest one towards his love one. Because how could you he so golly and happy with a shitty past. And how you manage to always have a smile on your face makes his stomach turn. Why do you have to be so happy? And he also found it weird that you always had hope? He found it funny actually.. “Oh don’t be so ridiculous Y/N, why do you have Hope. And in me?” He said, you smile and shrug. “I just do. Why does it bother you?” Making him laugh loudly. “Hyo Hyo Hyo! Of course not! It just makes me laugh! You have to be stupid to have hope in me. I’m an Upper Moon, there’s no hope for us.” You kept on smiling at him and patted his head. “Oh non sense. There’s some hope for you. There’s always hope for everyone even for scumbag Demons.” You say as if it was nothing, and he looked at you and scoffed. Moving his head away from you. “Yeah whatever you say stupid Human.” He said, as he looked away and he was just thinking about this stupid hope you keep talking about. Yeah right hope for him…that’s funny.”

Gyutaro

-He didn’t understand how you could be so positive and happy all the time, with the way you were treated when you were younger and he found it odd that you were always smiling. You had the strength to always be smiling. But what was strange was that you always talked about hope and how there was hope for him. Hope for him to stop following orders from his Demon Lord. “You know there’s no hope for me. Right Y/N?” He said making you chuckle. “Oh don’t be ridiculous. There’s hope! Hope for you Gyutaro.” You say, smiling at him. And as he looked at you and looked at your smile he couldn’t help but feel abit odd and he looked away from your gaze. “Hm you really think so? Even though I’m a demon?” You just nodded and grabbed his face and place a small kiss on his check. “Yes there’s hope for you and for your dear sister.” You say and he just nodded, thinking about your words. Well he just hopes your right..

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jezz343434

4 months ago

Yandere Toy Bonnie x an employee reader

Warning

Yandere behavior,Unhealthy mindset,Violence

Background

You love animatronics because you used to spend a lot of time at pizzeria when you were a child.

One day,you found the recruitment, and applied.

Fortunately, You hired as an engineer.

Short story

One day,Toy bonnie broke down by some reasons,you needed to fix him at night.

Your technique was so good,you could fixed easily.

After that,Bonnie kept eyes on you every day.

Spending a lot of times,for example their maintenance,he affected you so much.

But when you were fixing other animatronics,made him jealousy.

So,he broke down by himself to get your attention.

As he thought,You came to repair, that made him you were his.

When you were there,he talked and sang that programmed.

It made you relaxed.

But you thought it was strange because he didn't have any broken part as you can see.

So,you came to think Bonnie seemed to need high-tech repairs.

You told your boss,but they decided to "dismantle" him because repairing cost a lot of money.

You tried to persuade, but they didn't change their mind.

So,you went to say goodbye to him before night work.

…

"I couldn't fix your mulfunctions.It's my fault"

You said with removing his battery for safety.

You were so sad because today is the last day you could see him.

You regreted so much.

At that time...you heard mechanical sounds.

"Y/N"

You freezed. It's Toy bonnie.

"Did you come to see me?It's like a dream!"

He hugged and kissed you.

His voice was the softest as you heard.

You confused because he didn't programmed like that.

Moreover,he moves without battery.

"Bonnie? I thought...you were mulfunctioning."

You asked fearfully.

"Malfunctioning?No way,why do you think so?!"

Suddenly, his voice became hysterical and echoed in the hall.

You felt danger and stepped back.

"You don't know what I feel?I tried to get your attention,and you cared me a lot.Is it wrong?"

You noticed his mulfunctions were on purpose.

"No,That's my job!I am hired to fix you and other animatronics..."

"You don't need others.You need only me."

At that time,he hit you.

You fell on the floor.

"It seems I couldn't give you enough love."

He doesn't litsten to you, and his mind is insame.

"I'll show you how much I love you..."

He patted and took you in his arms.

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jezz343434

1 year ago

All That You Want | Hantengu Clones

This is a choose your own path style fanfiction!! At the end of this post there will be four links with descriptions of where you want to go, and what character you’ll end up reading about. All of these outcomes are 18+ so readers beware.

cw : mentions of killing, actual killing, cursing, demon slayer activities.

Art by Mdwyer5 on DeviantArt

You are a hashira. You reside amongst the strongest team of swordsmen that have been trained for years to put an end to all demon kind, no matter how vile, disgusting, big or small, the creatures can be. It is your duty and purpose to kill each and every single one.

Keep reading

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jezz343434

1 year ago

Zohakuten x FEM! Reader

Please, read the Warnings first..

Warnings: fem!Human reader, reader is Zohakuten's lover, Angst to fluff, Dom Zohakuten, Jealousy, bites to the bone, blood.

Please, if you Consider Zohakuten as a child, leave and don't read, don't comment inofensive and mean comments, please.

"Zohakuten?..Please..I already told you I'm sorry.." I said touching Zohakuten's shoulder, instead he hit my hand, and removed it from his shoulder

"Tsk, do you think I care about your stupid forgiveness, human? Go away, I don't want you and I don't want to see you." Zohakuten now looks at you with hate, but what happened to him to talk to you so badly?

His Lord, or rather, Muzan Kibutsuji, sent him on a mission, of course not him,Hantengu, but the clones had some complications with the Demon Slayers, and ended up creating Zohakuten.

On the other hand, you always wanted to see how your boyfriend fight, but you didn't always see zohakuten, since you've spent months without seeing him because the clones didn't fusion, In other words, you were like a friend to the clones, a 'friend' on the other hand they considered you their girlfriend since they were part of zohakuten, but that didn't mean that they would always be by your side, since they didn't have time to be with you or fusion into Zohakuten just for you to see him, that sounded to them a bit... stupid, but that didn't mean they didn't love you, in their ways of course.

And since you missed zohakuten, you wanted to see him fight or at least see him since you hadn't seen him in a long time, and after months, you finally found him casually fighting and you hid behind a tree admiring your boyfriend, you never saw him fight, because Zohakuten didn't want his lord to bother with him just because you distracted him in his fights.

You hoped that everything would go well, and that zohakuten would kill those Demon Slayers so that later you could go and throw yourself into his arms, to be able to kiss him, hug him and many more things...

But you didn't expect that the Demon Slayers would notice you.. Less that they would get close to you.

"Hey!! You, get out of here before you hurt yourself!" said one of the boys who looked like a kinoe rank ran to you, and pulled you out of hiding behind the tree.

"I-I.." You said while getting nervous and afraid that zohakuten will notice you.. But luck was not on your side today.

"Miss, I ask you to please get out of here!" said the boy grabbing your elbow as he pulled you towards him

Zohakuten turned his eyes to see you surprised... He hadn't seen you for a long time either, he missed you, maybe... But what were you doing here?... And more with that Demon Slayer touching you... That filthy Demon Slayer was touching you?... While zohakuten continued to look at them surprised and with anger flowing through his veins to see how you were so close to that Demon slayer... Was it jealousy?... No, it was hate, anger... Jealousy... How did you know? Did that damn demon slayer dare to touch you with his dirty hands?.. to you?..

Veins appeared on the zohakuten's face, enraged with hatred and jealousy, he quickly played his drums behind his back, and the huge wooden dragon turned to look at you and the Demon slayer, and attacked you two.

"Miss, go away!" Said the boy, putting himself in front of you, pointing his sword towards the wooden dragon that was going straight towards you two

But instead you didn't know how to react and you stayed there still, while the demon slayer ran towards the wooden dragon, with the intention of being able to drift it with his sword, but he didn't expect more wooden dragons to come at the same time to stop him. to attack him, so the poor boy, without knowing how to react, the wooden dragons bit him to the bone and ripped his skin while he let out cries of pain and died, and you stood paralyzed watching the horrifying scene, while the other Demon Slayers that remained, the same thing happened to them

(In the present)

"Z-Zohakuten... Please, that wasn't my intention... I... I just wanted to see you... I haven't seen you in a long time..." you said while looking at the ground sadly, instead zohakuten didn't even flinch to make you feel better.

"You stupid human, how dare you get into one of my fights? You idiot!" Said zohakuten while looking at you angrily, and pointing his finger at you "Get out of here you damn human, I don't want to see you." Zohakuten said, in his tone of voice it was obvious that he was angry, so it was better that you leave it, so as not to make things worse, you knew that making him angry was not right, he was worse than Sekido..

"I-I.. F-Fine.. I-I'll go.." You said as you turned to walk away from zohakuten, walking towards your house, while small tears formed in your eyes and fell down your cheeks.. You just missed him a lot.. But apparently he didn't.

You opened the door of your house, and you changed your clothes and got into your bed, still crying, while you cried yourself to sleep...

. . .

You opened your eyes which were swollen from crying, while trying to get back to sleep, but you couldn't, you still thought about zohakuten, but maybe it was time you forgot about him... After all, he treated you like a simple and pathetic human, as if he was no longer interested in you, or as if he didn't even know you and took you like other humans... He didn't love you anymore?

Thoughts invaded you as you kept shedding little tears.. It hurt so much to know... You loved him so much and you miss him so much... And he just treated you like shit and like he didn't even care about you..

But maybe you should forget about him, and continue with your normal life, like a simple human... You wiped your tears and got up from the futon and walked towards the kitchen to drink a glass of water, from crying so much, your throat was dry.

While you were drinking water, you noticed that the door of your house was open, and then you started to get scared... Who had entered your house? A thief? An animal? Or worse... A demon that wants to devour you?..

You slowly put the glass on the table and trembled as you walked towards the door to close it, and when you got there you closed it slightly without making any noise... Perhaps the thing that had entered in your house could hear you and come towards you, and that was the least you wanted...

While you turned slightly to go to your room and hide somewhere until daylight, you paid yourself dry when you saw bright eyes staring at you from the dark corridor... Those eyes... Red and orange staring at you from the deep darkness.. As if they were going to devour you in an instant..

You began to tremble and sweat from the cold as fear and panic invaded you...

"W-Who are you?..." You said with a shaky voice as you took a step back, but when you wanted to take another, some root-like branches wrapped around your leg as more came out of the ground and wrapped around you, you wanted to scream but a branch wrapped behind your neck and mouth, and they began to attract you towards that darkness and those eyes which were still staring at you..

You tried to struggle and try to free yourself from the branches which were on your body, but it was useless because they were too strong and were pressing more and more on your body.. Until you arrived in front of those orange and red eyes.. While fear and panic invaded you again when you saw how those eyes were moving more and more towards you ..

You closed your eyes tightly in fear that thing being in front of you would do you some harm... But all he did was caress your cheek.

Then you widened your eyes in confusion as you looked into those orange eyes..

"Are you really so weak and pathetic that you can't recognize me?" He said with a deep and strong voice as he continued caressing your cheek, and then you felt that the branches of your body were beginning to let go until they let your feet touch the ground again, and then you looked at him confused until you realized that It was nothing more and nothing less than... Zohakuten.

"Zohakuten?.." You muttered while looking a little sad at zohakuten.. What was he doing here? After he said those harsh words to you.. "What are you doing here?... I thought you didn't want to see me anymore.."

Zohakuten instead grabbed your waist and attached you to him while he frowned and growled.

"What makes you think I meant that? Seriously, you are a pathetic human and too weak to believe everything I say, you are mine, and you will remain being mine until my lord Muzan dies." Zohakuten said sarcastically as he captured your lips in a fierce and strong kiss as he held you close tightly tightening his grip on your waist.

Opening your eyes with surprise when you felt that Zohakuten would kiss you fiercely.. You were confused and surprised not knowing what to do... Should you kiss Zohakuten back, or separate from him and confront him?..

The second one was too dangerous and risky.. But you loved Zohakuten too much to choose the second one.. So you kissed him back while placing your hands on his chest.

Zohakuten carried you and walked to your room while he kept kissing you, and laid you down on the futon and he got on top of you, and he slowly pulled away from the kiss to look at you with his orange and red eyes...

"Y/N...I...I'm...sorry for treating you like this...I missed you so much, I just got angry, not with you, but with those stupid Demon Slayers..." Zohakuten caressed your cheek while looking at you with his mischievous face of hate, but it was even more relaxed and calm..

"It's o-okay Zohakuten.. I understand you.. I just wanted to see you fight the Demon Slayers since I missed you a lot..."

Zohakuten looked at you as you spoke and then he sighed and put his head on your chest as he hugged you tightly, you smiled and patted his head as he smiled slightly

"Just... Let's forget about it and let's enjoy this moment..." Zohakuten lifted his head from your chest to look at you again, now you could see that his brow wasn't so furrowed anymore and he seemed calmer, and then Zohakuten kissed you again, now it was a loving and sweet kiss...

As you two snuggled and held each other and slept...