(Nightguard! Darling)

Muzan, Enmu, Douma finding you after you’d escaped with your child

Fem, AFAB, Muzan calls you ‘woman’ so gendered terms. Implied past noncon, forced pregnancy

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Muzan

You’d been out to eat with your son, a nice dinner, just the two of you, to get your mind off the stress of it all. As you sit and watch him eat happily you can’t help but feel choked every time he looks up at you. Piercing red eyes, pale skin, raven hair. He looked nothing like you.

You think back to what the man who gave you this child had done to you. Kept you captive, forced himself upon you, made you conceive this child. You remember the nights left alone so he could feed, you’d rub your swollen belly with shaking hands as you prayed this baby would look like you. You dreamed of escaping, and if you succeeded, you’d hope the baby would be unrecognizable to him.

You’d escaped and ran far away, so far that you were sure he would never find you again, but the fear still lingered. And when it came time for the birth, you’d been congratulated on your healthy, beautiful, boy. You’d trembled and cried as he was placed in your arms, an exact mirror of Muzan. The women had cooed at you and him, saying how well you did, how lucky you were, how pretty he was.

He was 2 now. You’d been successful in hiding him away, keeping yourself out of public eye. The old woman who had taken you in left everything she had to you, passing not long after the birth. You’re shaken from your thoughts as your son makes a worried noise. You smile down at him before picking him up and leaving the restaurant, having finished your meal.

You walk with him, letting him waddle hand in hand with you in the crowd. There were too many people, you were unable to see where you needed to go to make your way home. You scanned the crowd, hoping to find a gap in the heads flooding your view. But as you begin to grow worried, time seemed to slow as your eyes pan over and meet all too familiar Ruby ones.

A scowl drew his brows downward, but only slightly. To anyone else, he’s just look stoic. But you knew better. You know him. He was furious. And as your son grew fussy, wanting to be safe on your arms, you picked him up, eyes not leaving the man though people passed in between you at every moment.

As your son laid his head on your shoulder and his arm around your neck, you saw Muzan’s eyes widen. A shiver ran through you, like falling through ice on a frozen lake. You held your sons head close to you, and as one last person passed Muzan, he disappeared from your sight.

You ran, frantically, past people and buildings, down alleys and side streets. You don’t know how far you’d run, or where you were, but as you entered an alley and turned a corner, a strong hand grabbed your shoulder, turning and slamming you to the wall.

Your ears rang as your head hit the wall, your vision blurred with tears. You looked up at him and he looked down at you with now evident rage. You cradled your sons head as he began to whine. You didn’t want him to have to see this man, not yet.

“How dare you. How dare you leave. How dare you take our son from me.” His nails grew sharper, piercing your robes and flesh. You whimpered as you held your son tighter. Muzan’s hand left your shoulder, moving to your throat, nails poised to rip into your flesh in one swift stab. “You will beg for kindness, to be treated as more than just a worthless woman. You will pray that I let you see the light of day again after what you’ve done.”

Tears slip as your vision clouds. Your eyes droop as your lungs pant and your heart races. You’re pulled from the wall, and raised into his arms, the lights of buildings brightening and hurting your eyes as you fall into unconsciousness. The last thing you can do is turn into his chest, to keep your baby from falling.

Enmu

A walk in the woods sounded like a solution to your fussy baby not wanting to go down for the night. He was so stubborn, never wanting to let you go. Couldn’t handle you being out of his sight. He was so young, you supposed this is how a baby is supposed to act. As you look down at him in your arms, and he looks back up at you with bright teal eyes, you’re forced to remember.

The man that had taken you. The man responsible for this baby. It’s barely been half a year since you escaped. But no matter how much time passed, you knew the memories would never grow any less vivid. Those dreams…the terrifying, awful dreams. Broken up by sweet affection that left you dizzy, wonderful dreams, away from there, and away from him. Just to be subjected to even worse nightmares, so terrible you run into his arms when you wake.

The way he loved you sent a chill down your spine even now. You could still feel his hands brushing your body in the dead of night, his lips on your skin. He was rough, yet affectionate to the point it scared you how much you desired to have just a bit of it now. He’d taken to rubbing and petting the fat of your stomach, before you even showed a single sign of being pregnant. He wanted a baby with you, he was nearly hellbent on it.

And he got what he wanted. A beautiful son, no less beautiful than he himself had been. Bright eyes, silky hair with tips kissed a blush pink. Even his cheeks were nearly the same, three tiny beauty marks on each in a downward line.

It pained you how much of him was in your son. And it pained you how you couldn’t love him any less than you do. He cooed sweetly in your arms, watching the world around him. He seemed intent on taking everything in, watching leaves rustle in trees, watching a stray animal bounce or scurry on the path in the distance. He’s turning and moving in your arms, becoming a struggle to hold, as he reaches out for a flower.

You walk over, kneeling to inspect it. It was a harmless daffodil, in a sea of many others. You plucked it slowly and brought it to your baby to see. His chubby hands pet the petals clumsily as he giggled and cooed. You chuckled, waving and tickling his nose with it. Sometimes, the world granted peace upon you, letting you forget who you are, letting you feel like a normal mother and son. Moments like this, as he gurgles a loud pleasant laugh.

“Oh, how sweet.” Every nerve in your body feels like it’s been flashed frozen. You stiffen, your grip on the flower faltering, falling gently to kiss your babies cheek before falling to the ground. Your son makes a small startled chirp, before squirming and beginning to cry, reaching for the flower. Your brains insistence to move finally breaks through your fear and you hold your baby tight to your chest. You step forward, away from the voice, before turning quickly.

He’s there. The man. The demon responsible for every ounce of fear you ever feel. His gaze is soft, half lidded, with brows pulled upward, and a small smile on his lips. Enmu, as you’d come to know him in the time he’d kept you. He approaches slowly, calmly, with his eyes soon focused on the now neglected flower. “I’m glad to have finally found you. I thought I’d find you sooner, but I should’ve known.”

He kneels, fingers picking up the daffodil. “This is you we’re talking about after all.” He says it as if he truly knows who you are, like a lover would know their other half, like one would know the person they’ve shared all their secrets with. “You’re smart. You knew where I’d go to look for you. You knew I couldn’t go far.” He looks up at you, face flushed and smiling as if he were proud.

He brushes the dainty petals as he stands, now right in front of you. “I’m sure you enjoyed some well deserved time alone with our baby.” Your eyes sting at his words. Our baby. Ours. He watches your face as you stare at his hand, twirling the stem slowly, then tossing it into the air and catching it between the teeth of the mouth on his hand.

He reaches forward, and you can do nothing but stand there terrified as he takes your baby from your arms. He coos at him, bouncing him lightly. He lowers his hand letting the daffodil slide down before twirling and catching it in his fingers. He gently shushes your baby, calming him quickly. “It’s alright now, I’m here.” He presses a nail into the stem, chopping it short effortlessly and tucks it behind your sons ear.

He looks mesmerized as he stares at the man holding him. You feel a sob creep up in your throat as your son reaches out for him, with a sweet smile, a precious laugh. Enmu waves his fingers above your babies face and let’s him grab them with his small hands. You watch terrified as this demon plays with your baby, watch as he pets your babies cheek lovingly. You watch as the mouth on his hand whispers soft words and lulls your son to sleep.

Enmu shifts his weight where he stands only slightly and you act before you can think. You don’t want to lose your son, you won’t lose him. You reach forward and grab the sides of the tails of his coat in tight fists. He lets out a questioning ‘hm?’ and waits a moment before reaching out his hand, lifting your chin. Your eyes are full of tears, and reflect the stars in the sky. He leans, brushing his nose along your skin so gently, before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Let’s get him home, shall we?”

Douma

A moment. It was only a moment. You’d looked away from your daughter for only a moment. You were in your garden, playing with her, letting her watch the stars. You’d watched as she stared up in awe, her eyes, a bright kaleidoscope of colors, practically mirroring the twinkling lights.

Overcome by memories, you’d looked back towards the house, forcing your mind to empty, your senses to dull, letting your mind reset and calm your racing heart. It was only a moment, but when you’d looked back to your daughter, she was gone. As you sat and panicked, her giggle wafted to your ear from the woods. Like the rustling of leaves.

You’re on your feet before you can even consider the potential danger of roaming the woods so late at night. You knew the stories of demons that mothers told their children, that shopkeeps told late night customers. They knew the stories, but you knew more than they ever could. You know firsthand how cruel and manipulative a demon can be. You know their ways, how they lure you in with sweet words and mesmerizing gestures, just to abuse and devour you once you’re within their grasp. He’d done all of that to you, and worse.

You’d wandered from a home you despised, a place you truly couldn’t call ‘home’. You’d wandered far, not planning on returning home, or turning up anywhere alive. You’d been out for days, miles upon miles away from your past. You’d laid down by a creek to die, and your mind fell to darkness. You were awoken by a gentle hand and a soft voice. A worried calling, from a woman with a baby in a sling on her chest. She’d helped you up and led you along, pleading to at least come with her for food, water, and rest. She’d spoke of a paradise, and when you’d arrived, you truly believed you’d found it.

Your days were filled with laughter, your friends sweet smiles, her babies joyous sounds. All thanks to your kind leader. Doma, the man who had taken you in, settled you, and had a personal role in nursing you back to health. You knew you shouldn’t get involved with him, he was your leader after all, but his kind touches to your face, your hands, the smiles he sent you, the times he invited you to sit with him in the peaceful quiet of his abode, he made it too easy.

You’d fallen for him. Kotoha had been so happy for you, boasted about what a great man he was, how kind and responsible, how he helped her with Inosuke whenever she needed help. She’d watched as you blossomed in his affection and the freedom you gained in paradise, but she watched in fear as members began disappearing. She’d told you of her suspicions, told you of her plan to escape, and before you could stop her, she’d left. She begged you to follow but had to go before it was too late. Your hesitation would be the biggest regret you would ever make. For after avoiding doma for the rest of the day, hoping he would worry about your presence and not become suspicious of the lack of hers, he’d found you while in a rather upset mood.

He lied to you, told you of the tragic accident that had befallen your best friend and her baby. Told you how he’d miss them so. Told you he was here for you. You’d played a grieving girl, acting as if this was all news to you. You could see in his eyes that he began to doubt you in the coming days, not letting you leave his side, always keeping watch of you. His touches grew much more intimate than they’d ever been. Then, only a few days later, he’d confronted you. Asked you if you had felt kotoha had been acting strange, if she’d come to you that day, told you anything. You wouldn’t let him know, you’d promised her you wouldn’t tell, and you intended to keep that promise.

You’d given yourself to him as a distraction. Or that was your intent, but as he worshipped your body like you were his god, and taken what felt like your mind, body, and soul, he’d confided in you. Admitted he was a demon, that kotoha was right, that you should’ve left with her. And as you shake the memory as best you can while searching the woods, his admission to missing the presence of kotoha’s baby made your blood run cold. You heard your baby’s laughter again, trickling in from every direction as your brain rang with his promise to give you a baby of your own for him to fawn over and ‘love’ again. You heard a familiar chuckle, a velvety voice coo nearby, and you whip around.

There he was. By a stream, in a parting of trees, with moonlight dusting his face as he spun your baby girl in his arms. She laughs, a sound like twinkling bells on a dewy morning. You watched with baited breath as she reaches forward and touches his face so tenderly. You know he knows you’re there, and you can only wait frozen for him to say something.

“What a beautiful little girl…it’s a shame she has my eyes isn’t it?”

You feel all of your emotions collide inside of you as you walk forward. You’re scared, eyes wide, but soon you’re glaring, eyes filling with tears. When you come to stand in front of him, your chest is heaving as you sob. “Let go of her…” your voice trembles as you fail to compose yourself. He disregards you, tossing the baby once more before touching her nose to his. Your fists clench as your anger begins to choke you.

“I said let go of my daughter!” You hear leaves rustle as a nearby animal retreats at your yell, and Doma stops. He lowers her, holding her so she leans over his shoulder as he rubs her back. He pouts at you, eyes downcast as he looks at you with sadness, but you know better than to believe him. “She’s my daughter too..” You don’t know what comes over you, but you can’t control your hands as they slam on his chest, in what was clearly an attempted shove, though he wasn’t moved an inch.

He looks at you in slight shock as you beat on him, the sides of your fists colliding with his chest weakly as you cry and scream. “You can’t take her from me! I won’t let you take her!” You’re shaking, sobbing so hard your lip pulls in with each struggled breath. “Why would I take her? I came to get both of you…” Your body slows, he can see you’re exhausted and wraps his free arm around your middle. You squirm and writhe against him, with quiet cries of ‘no’, ‘let me go’, and ‘don’t touch me’. He shifts you and the baby into a secure hold as your struggling ceases. The moon shines down a glitters in your teary eyes as you stared at the sky with blank, tired eyes. “Don’t cry my dear. We’re going home, back to where you belong. By my side,” Doma looks ahead. “Safe,” he walks ahead. “Where you’ll be all mine.”

Pov: Adam running to get married with Y/n

@russelross68 thanks for the idea!

It is 13 days until the animation release date. Thanks also today.

Boomerang

Vox x Female!Ex!Overlord!Reader

Summary: When Vox proves incapable of cutting Valentino out of his sex life despite his many reassurances, you decide to break it off with him and leave for good. He doesn't take it so well.

Chapter Index:

O N E

T W O

T H R E E

F O U R

Masterlist!!

Hazbin Hotel

Alastor

Alastor x reader - Sleep well, amour

Alastor x reader - Sleep well, amour Pt. 2

Alastor x reader - That no-good-first-man-on-earth

Falling asleep on Alastor’s shoulder

One-shot of Alastor catching you smoking (Fem!reader) (Request)

Alastor comforts you on your birthday (Request)

Your Alastor stuffie turns into the real Alastor (Fem!reader) (Request)

Valentino

Valentino x fem!reader - Darling, angel, sweetheart

Vox

Vox x GN!reader - Wherever you go, I won’t be far to follow

Vox x GN!reader - What if I told you I’m a mastermind? And now you’re mine. Pt. 2

Helluva Boss

Stolas x reader (platonic) - Stars and Planets

Scream franchise

Dark!Amber freeman thoughts

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams x reader - Falling asleep on her shoulder

Marvel

Arcane

Sevika x reader - A day out with her

Sevika comforting you

The School for Good and Evil

Lady Lesso x reader - Feelings and Bad Dreams

Fallout

Ghoul x reader - Falling asleep on his shoulder

Cooper/Ghoul x reader - You get shot and he comes to your aid

How to catch doumas eye!

Things that would help you catch his eye:

Be a human (I think he would like a weaker s/o cuz he likes the power difference)

Be a woman (We know he's far more interested in women then men)

Not be a demon slayer (If you'd catch his eye and you were a demon slayer he'd probably become hell bound on eating you :( )

Be pretty (kind of superficial but he likes a pretty lady)

Be a member of his cult (He would have to have self control around you and wouldn't immediately eat you so he'd get time to know you

To avoid being eating and let him live longer youd probably have to have a talent that could entertain him ex: Singing, dancing, acting(?) Maybe even be able to create things like paintings, pottery, woodworking.

He likes being worshipped so he'd like having you give him things you made or if you preformed for him. (Easy way to becoming a favorite)

A way to draw his attention towards you would to be quiet at first, not to fan girly like the other members. When you talk to him you talk to him as though he's just like you, a fellow human. Makes him feel more humane you know?

He likes mystery so not telling him how you wound up on his doorstep would enamor him and encourage him to get to know you better.

Ideal personality traits:

Caring: He would like watching you develop attached to things and express sympathy and gentleness since those are things he can't express.

Attentive: He would like it if you took notice to him being emotionless but wouldn't judge him. When he admitted to it and you said.

"What a terrible thing to live with."

He swore his heart almost started to beat.

A bit sassy/ snappy: If you were just nice all the time I feel he would get bored so throwing out the occasional sassy remark would entertain him, but if you were throwing insult after insult he'd get bored of your attitude and feel disrespected probably leading to him killing you. Its like a balance of both.

Quiet: As previously stated he'd be intrigued by someone's who's quiet and doesn't talk much even though it seems like he'd give up. He'd probably keep trying to talk to you and pry answers out of you or in the very least get more then one word answers.

When you open up to him he's as close as he can get to happy because he feels special!

Also I think he would like to be his s/o only relationship so they kind of depend on him for social interaction and physical contact.

Shy: He loves it when you mumble or speak quietly like he's in love with it because it makes you look so small and scared. He especially loves to tease making you get all flustered is a giant bonus.

Short post but I think I made it canon so I'm still pretty proud of this

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."

Hi. Firstly love your writing. Secondly (only if you want to write it of course if not I thank you for taking time out to read this) may I request Hantengu clones reacting to their first kiss with S/o?

【♛demie: yes you may and i do apologize for taking so long to get to this request! i hope you enjoy it!】

first kiss with the hantengu clones (sfw)

pairings: sekido, karaku, aizetsu, and urogi x gn!reader

synopsis: hantengu clones sharing their first kiss with their s/o.

notes: reader is gender-neutral. no pronouns are used. reader is of age. in sekido's the reader thinks that he is a monk and sekido gives them a prayer. it wasn't my initial idea to go for it, but it fit in with the plot so i kept it. if i was incorrect with some things or offended anyone please let me know, respectfully, and i will remove it. otherwise, enjoy this! p.s. sekido's is also pure word vomit bc i wasnt thinking of sticking to a decent size script.

— SEKIDO

When Sekido first met you, a human, his first thought of you was that you were weak. You were weaker than him, a demon, because of your mortality. In his mind, humans were susceptible to illnesses and diseases that weren't easy to cure with herbs and medicine. So when he encountered you in the cold hours of the night inside of your hut, after slaughtering and cannibalizing half of your village, his original plan was to just eat you alive.

But when he saw you, something in Sekido couldn't bear to even touch you let alone eat you.

You were laying on your back on a shiki futon next to a burning fire pit and covered by a thick blanket. He could hear your labored breathing and pained grunting at each breath you took. It didn't take a genius to notice that you were sickly. The beads of sweat on your forehead and dazed look in your eyes was a tell-tell sign that you weren't in good health. To him you looked too pathetic to kill.

He was standing in the door way and then turned his back to you. He got ready to leave when your croaky voice spoke, "A-Are y-you a m-monk?" His shoulders went tense as he stood there listening to you, "P-Please m-monk... I'm a-afraid that I don't have... much time."

Sekido huffed in annoyance, but he turned on his heel and further walked into the hut. He stood in the shadows to keep his appearance hidden, not that you – a weak human – could do anything to him. You were most likely on the brink of death.

"Thank you... I-I want to a-ask if you c-c-could pr-pray for me. My health has not been well as of lately, and my family do not live here with me in this village. I've just been taking care of myself, but as you can see I'm not doing a very good job." You let out a soft chuckle though it turns into a coughing fit and eventually subsides, "I will be honest with you monk, I am not a religious person, but if a simple prayer from you would alleviate me of this sickness then I will turn over a new leaf and b-be forever g-grateful..."

The anger demon gripped tighter on his staff as he placed a knee on the floor. Why was he entertaining you? Why was he still here? He should have left you for dead, but his body is refusing to leave. Sekido sits fully on the floor now, crossing his legs and holding the shakujō to his shoulder.

"What is your name?" He asked you. Your heart swelled up with gratitude and you smile affably to the person you thought was a monk. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes when you state your name to him. "That is a beautiful name. I will give you a prayer now, let us close our eyes and start."

Sekido waited for you to shut your eyes first, before he began the prayer that you requested. The prayer was solely for you and he prayed to relieve you of your sickness. He prayed for you to be healed, your suffering to be freed, and for protection to be bestowed upon you. When he was finished with the prayer, he stood up from the floor and just looked at you blankly.

The anger demon didn't know exactly how to feel when he left you in the hut that night and returned to his counterparts. They asked him where he went to which he ignored the three and trekked in the direction of their next mission destination.

After his mission was complete, Sekido returned to you a night later and found that you were still sick. Your condition did not improve. He had asked you if had eaten and your response was you tried but you kept vomiting. He was a demon, and he didn't know of any herbs or medicine that could cure whatever you had. He stayed with you and gave you prayers to help ease your mind at the least. Sekido would show up to your hut every night at an odd hour to sit with you, offering you his company, and give you a prayer.

One night, Sekido made a decision that could possibly affect him for better or for worse. After consideration, Sekido poked a needle into the tip of his finger and held the bleeding digit to your chapped lips. He let the blood drop several times onto your tongue before pulling it away and regenerating the skin there.

That night Sekido sat with you for a while waiting for any signs of improvement after he gave you a taste of his blood. You didn't show anything, so he figured that you must have passed away. He got aggravated. It was a waste of his time to be stuck here thinking that you – a human – would be alive.

He left your hut that night with the firm belief that you had died. What a pity. What a waste of a time. It clearly showed him that humans, especially a person such as yourself, shouldn't be bothered with trying to strengthen. He couldn't say the word "help" because to him that meant he was performing an act of kindness. Something that he, a demon who felt solely anger, couldn't be synonymous with.

As he went on about his own life, Sekido would ignore the pangs he felt in his chest whenever thoughts of you crossed his mind. He would make battles between him and his counterparts against demon slayers short because he wanted to return to their safe house quickly. Every time he came across a human that he wanted to feast on, that was weak like you, he couldn't consume them. He would just kill them and leave their mutilated body behind.

His counterparts appeared to have notice his slight change in demeanor. Though neither of them made a comment on it. They didn't want to address it for fear of Sekido's rage.

It was maybe a month after declaring you as dead, when Sekido felt a strong pulse out of nowhere surface. He had been resting at their manor when he felt it arise. The demon thought danger was coming and he quickly grabbed his staff and ran out into the rainy thunderous night.

The strong pulse came again and this time it was getting closer. Good. The closer it got the easier it would be for him to kill it. He chases the origin of the pulse to a clearing in the forest. As he neared the center he stopped in his tracks and searched his surroundings for any incoming attacks.

Just as he was about the lure the attacker out with his lightning, Sekido heard a faint shout, "Monk!" and it eerily sounded like you. "Mooonk!" the voice gotten clearer, and louder, you were getting closer.

Sekido turned on his heel to his right to see you running into the clearing. Your clothing was drenched from the pounding rain just like his own, but to his astonishment you were alive. You were on your feet. You were breathing. You were speaking. You... survived.

"Y/N..." he murmurs your name as you slow down to stand right before him. There was no shadows or obscurity covering his face. You could see Sekido for what he truly was. A demon. A human-eating, murdering, demon.

You threw your body onto his as you embraced him in your arms. Why were you hugging him? Shouldn't you be repulsed by the sight of his face? Why weren't you running away from him? Your arms squeezed him tighter and your face buried into his chest.

Sekido's hand comes up to your head and cradles it gently in his grasp. He stands there, still like a statue, as he listens to you speak, "I never got to say thank you for saving my life monk. Without your prayers, I don't think I will be alive right now. I owe you my eternal gratitude and I wish to serve you."

The anger demon looks down at the top of your head and blurts out, "Why are you not running from me?"

You ignore his question and look up at his face. Your lips curve into a radiant smile, "I never saw your face before, monk, you are quite ruggedly handsome." You say as you take a hold of his hand and bow your head. "Please take me to where you rest your head and we shall both explain things to each other."

Sekido growls and squeezes your hand in his own, he scorns at your wince, "Answer my question first."

"I don't want to run away from the person who gave me a second chance at life. Not when I owe them my life in return."

"Are you stupid? Are you blind? Do you not see how I look, human?" He interrogates you, before bellowing, "I am a demon!"

"And I don't care!" You shout back, your lips trembling as you refrain yourself from crying. "I don't." You whisper.

After a brief moment of silence between the two of you, Sekido unwillingly led you to his manor where you two talked over what happened. You explained that after Sekido had given you his blood, you woke up the next morning feeling stronger than before. Your fever and chills went away, you could actually move on your feet, and the bruises you had from being bedridden were gone. You told him that you had tried to walk out into the daylight, but your new body couldn't stand the sunlight so you were left to do things out at night.

Unlike him, you didn't get cravings for humans, you still ate human food. Sekido went on to tell you that he wasn't a real monk and that he was an upper rank demon. He said he found you that night sick, after slaughtering and cannibalizing your village. He didn't even want to kill you or eat you because you looked to be on death's door step anyways. Though when you cried out to him he was forced to stay around. When you asked him why he kept returning every night, he refused to explain why. The only answer he had given you was that he felt pity for you.

Following your discussion over that, you asked him once again if you could stay by his side. To which Sekido allowed you to, but you would only be introduced to his counterparts as his ward. You agreed to that. You stayed underneath Sekido's watch and protection while living with him and his counterparts at their hideout. Sekido arranged for you to sleep in the same room as him, though not in the same bed.

Eventually, you and Sekido grew closer to each other and when you were alone you both liked to lay next to one another. Kind of like tonight, with you laying on his bed facing him while he had his eyes shut. You closely admired the purple veins on his forehead and eyes, the curved horns, and sharp pointed fangs that stuck out of his mouth. He was, in your terms, ruggedly handsome.

"I can feel you staring at me, human," Sekido mutters with his eyes remaining closed. You let out a short chuckle and he adds on, "Why are you staring at me?"

You reached up to cup his cheek in the palm of your hand. You answer his question softly, "I'm just admiring your face, Sekido. You know you are not as scary as you look. There's a few rough edges to your appearance," You didn't flinch when he opened his eyes and crimson hues were fixedly narrowed at you. Your finger delicately touches his jawline then the bridge of his nose and finally his furrowed brow bone. "But there's also the softness that I'm fond of." You smile brightly at him.

Sekido took your hand in his own and murmured, "What are you talking about?"

You didn't say anything instead you leaned closer to him and confidently pressed your lips to his. The demon's eyes widened at the feeling of your lips touching his own. He laid there stunned and still until you slowly pulled away from him.

A giggle past through your lips when you noticed the bewildered expression on his normal scowling face. Suddenly Sekido's hand came to the back of your head and pulled you back to his lips. His mouth locked in with yours while his tattooed tongue delved into the cavern of your orifice. You gasped into his mouth from the unexpected kiss, but returned it with just as much vigor as he bestowed.

You kissed him until your lungs were crying for air and only then did you finally pull away to pant against his supple lips. Sekido's face was tickled by the puffs of air onto his skin.

"I have lived for over two centuries, and never have I encountered a human like you. You are foolish if your wishful mind thinks that a demon like me would ever learn to devote their life to you."

His cruel words were strikingly different from his earlier actions. Though you didn't bother to argue or point it out. While it certainly wasn't an explicit explanation of rejection, you smile regardless to him and lay your head on his chest. "Then call me a fool then, Sekido, because I don't think my mind will change when it comes to someone like you."

— KARAKU

You chirping with glee as you sat on Karaku's lap and patted powdered makeup that matched his dark skin tone onto the areas of his face that had purple veins on it. You held his chin in your other hand while closely examining for any spot you may have missed. Thankfully you didn't and you slid off of his lap while grabbing a handheld mirror and showing it to your lover.

"Look to see if I covered everything up." You say.

He takes the mirror out of your hand and looks at his reflection, his green eyes narrowing for any missed spots. "Hm... I think you covered everything up fine." He then turned to you with a frown and pointed to the horns on his head, "Now what are we going to do about these?"

Your face warms up when you remember the horns on his head. You didn't think about trying to hide them so you didn't know of any method of doing it. As far as you knew, Karaku couldn't conceal them. Therefore you were left with only one option.

With a cheerful smile you blurt out, "We can just tell everyone that they're a part of your costume!"

Karaku grimaces at you, "If you wanted me to dress up as a demon, we could have just forego the makeup and I could have just went as myself."

"Y-Yeah, but what if people get scared by how...devilish you look?"

The demon stood up from the bed and folded his arms above his head, "So? My devilish charm didn't stop you from mounting me like an animal." He smirked at the flustered expression you made.

"You shut your mouth! We've never even gotten that far!"

"Yet." He interjected.

After he made you fluster and stammer over your words again, you decide to ignore your lover for the time being and went to get dressed for the night. Tonight, you had established a date with Karaku by going out to a festival in the entertainment district. Of course there would be people there dressed in bizarre clothing, so you believed that Karaku could attend it without a problem. The only thing you had difficulties with was concealing his horns. Once you were dressed in your outfit for the night, you instructed him to dress in his black yukata tied with a red obi.

You left with him to go to the festival, while you were there some children were in awe at Karaku's "mask" and said he looked like a formidable demon. He arrogantly boasted about his muscles, showing his arms off to the kids and letting them hang off of it like a monkeys in a tree. Eventually they left you two alone and you and him enjoyed your time at the festival. There were some occurrences with Karaku almost exposing himself as a demon. Such as him tossing a ring and when he didn't land on any of the flasks, his supernatural strength was exposed when he slammed his fist on the counter and broke through the surface. Of course, the humans around you just assumed he was a overwhelmingly strong brute and paid him no mind.

As the night grew to a close, the musicians at the festival played lively music at a venue. The strings of the samisen, pounding on the taiko, and whistles of the shakuhachi sing. You took Karaku by the hand and led him in a graceful, animated dance. Your fingers were intertwined with his as you two dance closely to each other's bodies. The radiant smile you had never once faltered from your face as you moved your body to the rhythm of the music.

"Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Karaku," You say as you stare lovingly at him. Your heart was beating in your chest like a drum, and you had an inkling Karaku could hear it even with the music playing in the background. "I really enjoyed myself with you here."

The demon's lips curved up, his fangs peeking through when he did so and his hands settle on your hips. "The feeling is mutual my little human." His eyes softens at yours, and lids lowered as he leans closer to your lips.

Your face heats up when he leans intimately towards you. You try to back away from him, but Karaku is quicker and he keeps you pinned to his strong body. A flutter rises in your stomach. Your hands tighten on his shoulders, and you keep your feet planted on the ground.

"Karaku," you shyly whisper his name.

He doesn't say a word, instead his lips closes in on yours and the distance between you two is shortened. Your eyes shut as you perceive his warm and soft lips on yours. An idea crosses your mind to embrace Karaku by locking your hands together behind his nape. He could taste the sugary flavor lingering on your lips from the candied treat you had ate earlier. While the savor of it was unpalatable to his demonic appetite, Karaku found it to be rather nice as it was solely comparable to your gentle spirit. As your breaths mingled through the exhales of your noses, your hands moved up and fingers weaved into the thick wispy tresses of his hair.

The passionate kiss you shared with Karaku was abruptly short by the loud explosions of fireworks bursting in the night sky. You two pulled away from each other, and your eyes were locked. The explosion of fireworks weren't the only thing enchanting you that night.

— AIZETSU

You were laying in your bed, sleeping underneath the warmth of your blanket, at the time a gust of crisp air entered your room. The wind lifted your blanket away from your body and carried it to a desolate corner where it dropped into a heap. You unconsciously flinch and move into a fetal position. A candle you had lit beside your window got extinguished by the strength of the breeze. In seconds, you slowly awoke from your slumber and drowsily took in your surroundings in your bedchamber. As soon as you turned your head to your right you see an all too familiar dejected face framed by wispy onyx hair and luminous azure eyes.

You lift yourself up to sit upright and look up at your demonic significant other. "Aizetsu... what are you doing here?" You asks him softly. His sudden arrival was entirely unexpected as usually he would send you a letter about coming to see you in advance. With him appearing to you now in the dead of the night, you had wondered if anything went wrong with a mission he been assigned to.

He places his spear against the wall and slid off the bulky ropes around his shoulders. He takes a seat on the bed beside you and looks at the wooden floor. You don't utter a word when he reaches out and grabs your hand in his. Aizetsu's thumb strokes the top of your hand whilst gingerly holding it.

"Aizetsu," you repeat his name again and close the distance between your bodies. "What are you doing here?"

The sorrowful demon stops stroking your hand and tightens his grip on it. He quietly says, "I'm sorry for arriving without letting you know. We were in the area and I really wanted to see you before we left for our next mission." His head turned to face you with a troubled expression.

Your eyes widen and your body freeze for a moment. Then you mull over what he just said, and your face brightened. He separated from his other counterparts so he could visit you before they departed. It was thoughtful of him to do that.

"I'm happy to see you tonight, Aizetsu."

Your words took him by surprise as he stuttered, "Y-You are?" He questions, and leans his face closer to yours. The demon gently cups your cheek in his hand as he pleaded, "Please don't tell me you're saying that just to ease my misery."

You could feel your heart beat quicken from how close he was. You could just how many eyelashes he had and analyze the plum-colored ridges below his eyes. It was astounding despite how many times you spent with Aizetsu you were always nervous around him. You wonder if it was the same feeling for him.

Gradually, the distance between your lips closed and you felt sparks fly when his lips touched yours. The kiss wasn't anything too sensual or too dull, to you it felt just right. Aizetsu didn't want to encourage you into deepening it either, so the two of you just sat there feeling one another's lips in a sense of innocence.

Your lack of awareness of your surroundings was dwindling until the sudden bang! of your door pulled you away from the demon. Startled you both looked to where the origin of the sound came from and were annoyed to see none other than Karaku standing in the door way.

"Time's up kiddos, Aizetsu has to go with us now to the next location!"

You let out a sigh and turn your attention to your sorrowful lover, "I take this as you have to leave now, yes?"

Aizetsu nodded his head while he stood up from the bed still holding onto your hand. "I will be back for you, my beloved. Next time I will send a letter before surprising you again like this."

"You don't have to send a letter of notice anymore Aizetsu. If you surprise me like this again with a visit then I will be happy."

— UROGI

"UROGI!" You hollered from the from the ground and watched as your part-avian demonic lover flew through the sky terrorizing children. You knew that he wanted to eat them for sustenance, and while he was a demon and you were a human, you didn't want for him to do that to children. At least to keep his need to eat humans away from your sight and mind.

Once more you shout out his name, "Urogiiii!!"

He chortled and flew right past you shouting, "Just a moment my sunshine!" Your face fell into a frown when he did that. You could hear his boisterous laughter and the sound of children screaming afterwards. You did not want for him to consume those kids so you ran as fast as you could towards the sound.

"Urogi, do not eat those children!"

You came upon your lover and a small group of children, you thought that he had already began to eat them. Fortunately, you were wrong. Urogi was just playing with the human kids, and letting them climb on his back while he flew around with them. The stomach twisting feeling you had went away and you were relieved to find out the children were unharmed. Some of them had bright grins on their cherubic faces as Urogi leapt up towards the sky with three of them on his back and circle the glade.

The demon winked at you from above and played around with the children for a while. You waited for him to eventually descend from the ground safely with the kids and told the group to not tell their parents that a bird-man was flying around with them. For one, you didn't want to get into trouble, and two you didn't want for Urogi to end up getting killed by a hashira. To keep the children's promise not to tattle, you offered them candied treats if they wanted to play with Urogi again and led them to the path of their village before waving them goodbye.

After you watched the last child leave to go into their village, you turn your attention to Urogi and scowled at him. "Urogi! What the heck were you thinking?! Those children could have told their parents!"

"Relax, sunshine, those children weren't hurt were they? They'll be fine!"

You smack your hand to your forehead and rub your temples, grumbling, "That's not what I meant you bird brain! Children have loud mouths, if any of them tell someone about a bird-man flying around with them, they will come to get you!"

Urogi rolls his eyes at your excessive worry, "Calm down, do you want to go flying with me too? Is that it?" He took a step forward when you took a step back.

"W-What? No! I don't want to go-"

"Let's go for a ride, sunshine!"

As soon as the words left from his mouth, Urogi snatched you by the waist and took off with you into the night sky. The shrill shriek you emitted echoed as you wrestled with the demon to let you go. However you immediately stop once you realize that if keep struggling, and Urogi (accidentally of course) drops you, you could end up looking like a pancake. You glare at you lover who just smiles at you cheerfully.

You throw your arms over his shoulders and shout, "This isn't funny, Urogi!" Your eyes take a peek at how high up you are and you quickly hide your face in the junction of his neck and collarbone. A small fearful whimper resonating from you.

"It's not funny for you but I am having a joyous time right now!" He lowered you two towards the ground, though still he hovered just a few feet above. "Now does this make you more comfortable sunshine?"

"Yes it does."

You caught him off guard when you planted your lips against his. The kiss was fleeting, yet it still brought his mind to a brief pause. His golden eyes widen at you and he stood with his feet on the ground. The demon looks away from you once you start to grin.

"What's wrong my birdie? Did that kiss catch you off guard?"

"Don't tease me like that sunshine or you could end up in a predicament."

notes: it was not my intention to use gifs created by the same person lol but they all looked really good so- why not? also sorry for not posting as much, i have been fairly busy and also mentally drained these past few weeks.

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• MAKE UP YOUR MIND — Douma x f!reader (NSFW)

• TO TAME A BUTTERFLY — Giyuu, Shinobu x f!reader (NSFW)

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• COITUS INTERRUPTED — Douma x f!reader (NSFW)

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• IF YOU ARE A BAKER — Akaza x f!reader (FLUFF)

• COCK-WARMING HIM DURING A VIDEO CALL WITH YOUR PARENTS — Muzan x f!reader (NSFW)

• TAKING CARE OF HIM WHEN HE GETS SICK — Douma x f!reader (FLUFF)

• WHAT DOUMA SEEKS IN A PARTNER — Douma x f!reader (FLUFF)

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Aizetsu x Female!Reader (Hashira)  (Part 1)

Aizetsu/Hantengu Clones x Female!Reader (Hashira) (Part 2 )

Sekido x Male!Reader x Karaku (Jealousy) (Part 1 )

Sekido x Male!Reader x Karaku (Jealousy) (Smut) (Part 2) -

Urogi x Any gender!Reader (Headcanons)

Genshin Impact ( These are older )

Hutao x Any Gender!Reader (Boo! I stole your heart!)

Yandere!Scaramouche x Female!Reader (“Mine forever doll~”)

Venti x Female!Reader (Under the tree) (Part 1)

Venti x Female!Reader (Under the tree) (Smut) (Part 2)

Gorou x Reader Any Gender!Reader (Puppy love.)

Bennett x Any Gender!Reader (Bad luck buddies!)

Wanderer x Female!Reader (Let’s wander together okay?)

Aether x Female!Reader Hybrid-(Love at first sight.)

Alhaitham x Female!Reader (2 times the charm?) Kazhua x Female!Reader (Perfect for me.)

Tighnari / Cyno x Any Gender!Reader (Cheater…) (Part 1) Cyno x Any Gender!Reader (Loved again?) (Smut) (Part 2)