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♡ Passing Notes ♡ (Part 3)

Pairings: Vox x Reader

Summary: Little Libraries have popped up around the Pride Ring and they are a surprisingly good method of communication.

Warnings: Velvette and Valentino appearance

Back to Vox!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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“We really don’t get this new obsession of yours, Vox.”

The demon’s head whips up from the book currently in his hand, the pen he had been chewing on finally free from his razor-sharp teeth. 

“What is it?” his eyebrows furrow, annoyed that he had been disturbed. “I’m in the middle of something, if you both haven’t noticed.”

Velvette and Valentino give each other a look, before returning their eyes to the piles of books in the room. Just from the look of it, his new collection had been.. extensive; the books ranging from newly printed novels to second hand copies that look like they’ve been around since the creation of Hell.

The plan had been their monthly session of just hanging about, no work in sight; a cute little pamper session! But with the state of the room, it was hard to just sit back and relax.

“It’s been a few months since this whole thing started.” Valentino says, as he picks up a random book before throwing it back down at the pile. “I really don’t understand the.. Passion for reading...”

“Neither do I, really…” Velvette says as she manages to push off a pile of books off the couch, giving the two a space to finally sit on that wasn’t the cold floor. 

Vox just huffs in response, lowering the copy of Howl’s Moving Castle and looking at the two as they make themself comfortable, with Velvette ordering someone to bring drinks. As Vox works to tidy up his area, he begins to really think about the past month, the sound of his two companions’ complaining fading into the back of his mind.

What started off as a chance encounter had blossomed into so much more. Since his time in hell, he’s discovered a demon who doesn’t know him as Vox, the Overlord and the main face of the Vees. In that little box, someone out there knows him as V, a demon with big dreams and ideas… and a love for non-fiction and fantasy.

As letters and books continued to be exchanged, it turned into a book club for two, and from short notes, they slowly became pages upon pages of letters, ranging from questions about how they were both doing to stories about their lives.

This new part of his routine had become something he awaited. Vox found himself putting in the effort of actually wanting to get to know them and sharing books that he thinks they might actually enjoy; even going through the effort of staying up for hours scrounging for books and annotating them, just like (n/n) would.

“-esus Christ! Earth to Vox? Are you with us?” Velvette waves her hand in his face, Valentino watching from the couch, but far more preoccupied with the drink in his hand. Vox pushes her hand down and gives her a look of disapproval .

“Yes, Velvette.” he sighs, placing his bookmark into the novel and putting his attention to the demon. “You have my full attention now.”

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” She starts, as she waves a hand around. “We’ve noticed you going to the tiny box a lot, Vox.” Valentino nods in agreement, taking a puff from his cigarette holder.

“You’re not exactly hiding it either; we heard about your.. book purchases from our accountant.” Valentino gives him a look. “What happened to those things failing?”

Vox is silent, weighing the pros and cons of admitting what caused his newest obsession. After a weighted silence he mumbles out a response, one that causes Velvette and Valentino to look at each other.

“What the fuck did you say?” Valentino said. After another mumbled response, Velvette barks out, “Just fuckin’ say it, you pussy!”

“I’m.. I’m talking to someone… through the box.” Vox groans, hiding his face from the two. Valentino and Velvette share another look before they begin their interrogation.

“How’d you even meet them?”

“Through the box? You have a fuckin’ phone ya know.”

“How hot are they?” Valentino asks, before letting out a noise. “Have you fucked yet?”

Vox lets out another groan, he can feel the regret of telling them, but it's too late to back out now; They’ll just annoy him until he spills.

“I… haven’t really met them yet.” Vox answers slowly, gauging the responses the two give. They give him a questioning look. Letting out a sigh, he continues.

“We’ve only been talking through notes these past few months..” Vox brings out the latest book (n/n) had given, taking out the letter. “We gave each other books, and we started leaving longer letters for each other.”

“Aren’t you two scared that someone else will get your notes?” Velvette asks, putting her hand out to Vox. The demon gives her a look, before conceding.

 “No one gives enough of a shit to steal the books, it’s not like it would go for a lot if they try to sell it.” Vox answers, handing the note to Velvette. “I wasn’t wrong about it failing, most little libraries were turned into trash cans in the first month.”

Velvette and Valentino scan through the letter that (n/n) had given, one that had been back to back. Vox leaned forward slightly, a small smile on his face.

“They even added another one of their pressed flowers in the letter.”

Velvette lets out a cackle, looking at the demon.

“Jesus Christ, Vox.” Velvette had said, the grin growing on her face. “You are down bad for them.”

The smile slips from Vox’s face. Glaring at the demon, he snatched the letter from Valentino and tucked it back into the book. “I am not.”

“God, you’re like a schoolboy with a crush.” Velvette rolls her eyes. “Vox, no one puts in this much effort for someone they don’t like, especially a stranger.”

Valentino agrees, going to take a sip from his drink. “Look, we’re not judging; you can go fuck whoever, just make sure they’re not some freak who gets off to books or something.”

“They’re not a stranger or freak.” Vox protests, the heat coursing through his body. “And I’m not some kid with an infatuation, I just like talking to them.”

The two overlords give him a quick stare before looking at one another, silently communicating.

“Whatever, Vox.” Velvette relents, standing up and pulling the moth demon with her. “We’ll leave you to… think; Val and I will be on my floor having a drinking session, join us when you’re done here.”

“Or not,” Valentino added, as he is slowly pulled to the exit by Velvette. “We’ll be talking about you even when you’re not there-!”

As the two overlords leave, Vox takes a breath. Looking around, he sees the piles of books and discarded letters he was planning to give.

He thinks of the letters, the way he looks forward to those far more than anything in the past few months. The way he’s been wishing to see more of them; how they smile, how they laugh, how they look, first thing in the morning…

Oh God.

“I like them.” He moans, slamming his face onto his table. “I like them and I’ve never seen them.”

Vox looks up, placing a hand to his chest. His heart feels so full that he wants to just yell and roll around, but he also feels like vomiting and just jumping off the highest floor in the tower.

“Where the fuck do I go from here?” For a moment, Vox is ready to run to Velvette and Valentino, begging them to help him with his shitty love life. But before he could leave the room, he catches a glimpse of a book and a lightbulb lights up in his head.

Walking over to a pile of old novels, he plucks out a copy of Pride and Prejudice, one he annotated previously. He had gone warm at the idea of giving the copy at the time, so he had discarded it to pile of books.

“It’s your time to shine, huh?” he says to the book, flipping through the pages. “Well, don’t fail me now, mr. darcy.”

Walking to his seat, he hides the copy of Howl’s Moving Castle and replaces it with the romance novel. Taking out a new piece of paper, he begins to write a draft of his letter.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The sound of Vox comes to an end as Vox ends the letter. He looks at his surroundings, covered in crumpled paper he had scrapped as he worked on his letter. Looking down at the letter, he feels a myriad of things as he reads through the letter.

An excitement he remembers feeling when he penned his first letter to (n/n), and how if they agree to his wishes… he would finally be able to see them, laugh with them, talk with them. But that’s when the anxiety settles in as well. What if they say no? What if they don’t want to see him? What if they hate him?  What if Vox just ruined this routine that he had cherished so much. 

The paper creases under his hand as he thinks to discard the paper (and his plan); to dismiss his own growing feelings and to settle with what he has now… where they’re both happy just talking through their books.. To remain only a note away from one another.

“No.” Vox had breathed out, easing his hold on the note. “I... I want more. I can’t just settle because of What ifs.”

Vox knows to others this is going to look or sound stupid, that he should never try to risk what is already good. To risk his heart all for someone he’s never met face-to-face. But with (n/n)? Even through paper they had already been so addicting, and so for Vox, it was not hard to want more from them- to crave them in ways that he had never felt before .

Vox folds the letter lightly, placing it at the start of the novel. Thinking of something, he flips to chapter 34, and writes a short note at the top. Finally pleased with his work, he shuts the book and places it in his drawer. He hears the light hum of music from Velvette’s floor and thinks to make his way to the two overlords.

 “A drink sounds good after all of this.” Vox thinks, as he cleans up his table and stands up.

He makes his way to his exit, ignoring the mess he had created (his employees were going to clean it anyway), Vox hums a quiet tune, his heart buzzing with excitement for the next day.

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Note: It’s been going too well for Vox… :)

Might edit this later LMAO i hate the ending for this one

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"There wasn't ever a person I couldn't please in bed" with Douma and a very shy reader (thank you!)

You were sitting in Douma's lap in the room where his followers normally came to seek his wisdom. His followers were waiting outside the room for him to "get ready" but he was just spending time playing with his adorable little partner.

"Ngh..Douma..." You whimpered as Douma sucked on your neck while his long slender fingers caressed your thighs. "Shh darling~" he whispered into your ear pulling away from your neck. "My followers will hear~" He said slowly taking your clothes off so he could play with you down there. You just gasped at Douma's sudden movements. You hoped that nobody would get impatient and come in to see their god fingering his partner but then again Douma would just kill anyone who dared interrupt this precious time with his beloved. Douma told his followers that he would be done getting ready in 10 minutes and it's already been 5 minutes since he had said that so you were starting to get a bit nervous.

And almost like he could read your thoughts Douma said "What? worried I can't make you cum in 5 minutes?" Before you could respond he said "Darling you of all people should know there wasn't ever a person I couldn't please in bed, Even in five minutes." His pretty eyes smiled at you. There was something so comforting about the way he smiled at you. Every smile he gave you was filled with warmth and comfort even during times like this.

Douma sat up pulling himself away from you and took off his clothes. "Ride me" he commanded. You did as you were told and lowered yourself onto him. Douma looked at you in awe as he watched you take him so well. Douma just thought you were absolutely adorable. He couldn't get enough of how you tried to hold back your moans as you rid him. He let out a couple grunts but nothing too loud "Darling you're going awfully slow.." He said as he put his hands on your hips.

You screamed in pleasure as he slammed you back onto his cock. Douma grunted when he heard your cry of pleasure. Douma pinned you to the ground still staying inside of you and started to move at his own pace he slammed his cock in and out of you. Your mind was going blank all you could hear were your cries of pleasure mixed with Douma's grunts and whines. You were sure his followers could hear you but you didn't care you were in so much pleasure right now it was hard to care about anything else other than Douma.

Your body shuddered as a wave of pleasure washed over you. Douma smirked he could tell you were close. "Inside..." You moaned. Douma's grip on you tightened as you came on his cock and not much longer he came inside you. Your eyes were growing heavy and your mind was so blurry you couldn't hear anything Douma said but you could feel him kissing your forehead.

Douma quickly got dressed as he noticed it was only one minute until the 5 minutes were up. After Douma finished getting dressed he put your clothes back on and laid your sleeping figure on his lap. And before he could kiss you goodnight he heard followers entering the room.

Thank you for your request! Have a nice day/night

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

Modern!Sekido x cheater!reader

sorry not sorry for the angst 😜 things can never be happy here

warning: ⚠️sh, drinking, brief sex, manipulating, bad reader, very bad reader, self image issues, etc⚠️

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Sekido would have never expected this betrayal. Not with you.

He let you come over countless times before he got home from school or work. He thought nothing of it.

He never thought you would be sleeping with Karaku behind his back. Letting him claim you instead.

The love bites on your neck, the bruises on your hips. He asked you what they were. “Bruises from workout machines” or “my skin reacted badly to my new moisturizer.”

Sekido shoved down the obsessive thoughts, saying that you weren’t like that.

But here you were, riding Karaku like there was no tomorrow. Moans escaped your mouth as you clung onto Karaku. His own brother.

Karaku had an evil grin on his face as he bit down on your shoulder, digging his nails into your hips. Sekido could only stand there, frozen as the flowers he bought you fell to the ground.

How could you do this to him? He loved you. He opened up to you about his self harm, his hatred for himself, his trauma. And yet you fuck his brother?

He remembers crying in front of you as you held his hand, gently dabbing up the blood that fell from his wrists. You whispered sweet nothings to him. You didn’t mean anything you said to him.

You left him on delivered for days. You walked over him like he was dirt. You treated him like a dog.

Sekido bit his lip so hard, holding back the tears as he clenched his fists. You and Karaku finally seem to notice him.

You scrambled up off of Karaku, covering yourself while Karaku just laughed.

“Hey, bro.” He stood up, sweat glistening off of his body. He didn’t bother to cover himself but instead wiped himself off with one of Sekido’s shirts, throwing it at him. Karaku just grinned. He didn’t care that his brother saw him having sex with his lover. Not his problem that they cheated on him.

Karaku clasps his shoulder, looking right at Sekido, “You have fun with them, yeah? I already had my full for tonight.” And he walked out. Karaku didn’t care at all about Sekido’s feelings. It wasn’t his fault that Sekido’s lover was a cheater.

You just slowly got dressed, Sekido had moved to sit on his sweat soaked bed. You thought it would be even harsher for Sekido to find out that you were cheating on him by having sex in his own room. It already hurts that you cheated on him with his brother.

Especially the one that he constantly compares himself too. You didn’t seem to care, throwing your shirt on. He had gotten you flowers, how sweet but also utterly pathetic of him.

Did he seriously think that you, of all people, would actually care about him? Whenever you held him as he cried to you about his trauma, whispering “i love you”s into his ear, you didn’t care. Not one bit.

You only dated him for his body, his looks and because he was easy to break into the perfect boyfriend. You had molded him so perfectly to fit the standard of the man you wanted.

Until you had gotten bored.

That’s when Karaku came in. Karaku constantly had new and fun ideas! How could you pass that up?

You turn around to finally face Sekido. His head buried in his hands. He was fighting back the tears.

“You got anything you want to say to me?” You ask him, ready to leave and move on. You definitely would be keeping in contact with Karaku.

“…Why? Just why?” Sekido’s voice cracked and for once, you were a bit scared of him. Sure, he had angry outbursts before at you for hanging out with people who had crushes on you but you would assure him that they didn’t.

You just decided to break him down again. “Because you are nothing to me, Sekido. I loved you but…you have changed. You are not the same Sekido I used to know.” That was a lie. Sekido was perfect. He was a perfect boyfriend aside from his anger issues. He never ignored you and always wanted to talk issues out.

Sekido could feel his heart shatter with every word you spoke. Until it finally burst. He stood up, walking over to you. You didn’t know what he was about to do. You watched as he dropped onto his knees.

His hands cling onto your pants, looking up at you with those beautiful, sharp red eyes. They were filled with tears. His face contorted into a sob. Those pretty eyes has tears falling from them.

“(Y/N), I beg of you. Please just stay with me,” You were his lifeline, the only person he truly has opened up to, you know everything about him. “I don’t care if you fuck every one of my brothers. If I have you, that’s all that matters. I want you. I’m in love with you…Whatever I did to deserve this, I’m sorry! I’ll fix it! Please just don’t leave me!” Sekido’s sobs echoed throughout the house, “Please just stay! I beg of you!”

You looked down at him. You thought he looked utterly pathetic but he looks pretty crying his eyes out, his hands tightening on your pants legs. His head falling down to look at the ground as he leaned against you.

“Please! Jesus Christ, (Y/N), I did everything for you! I posted you everywhere, I talked about you all the time, I tried my best to treat you as you should be treated!” Sekido snapped his head up towards you, the tears keep flowing out of his eyes. “What does Karaku have that I don’t?!”

“He knows how to make me feel good.” You answer, not paying him much attention. You look at your nails and avoid looking at him. You just loved breaking him in more. You can feel his whole body shaking. It was true. Karaku knew how to make every inch of you feel immense pleasure. Sekido was so shy in doing it because it was his first time. You taught him most of the ropes but he was still pretty decent at it.

“And,” You look down at Sekido finally, “he’s just better in every way, Sekido. Looks, body, mental health, physical health. He isn’t a fucking pathetic loser like you are. God,” You scoff, rolling your eyes. You loved the attention you were getting right now. “you’re so pathetic down on your fucking knees. You’re lucky that you are a pretty bitch otherwise I would have slapped you by now.”

Each word broke Sekido down even more. His ego was shattered. Everything was shattered. His self-respect was gone, but his determination to get you back remained strong.

Your words brought more tears to his eyes. His face flushed a red as he sobbed, his arms wrapping around you. His nails digging into your back, clinging desperately onto you.

“(Y/N). I’m begging you!” His voice cracked as he yelled, his tears staining your shirt. You wrinkled your nose in disgust at him. He truly was pathetic and maybe it is your fault but you don’t want to deal with the consequences. “Give me another chance. If it’s bedroom problems, I’ll fix them! I’m sorry! You’re my first time! My first love! My first everything! I’m sorry I failed to please you! If you don’t want to have sex with me, you can have sex with Karaku. Or any of them! I don’t care. I want you. I love you. I love you, (Y/N).”

You were enjoying this attention. Having such a strong man on his knees, crying for you is a MAJOR ego boost. You let him continue with his sob story as you run your fingers through his hair. You detangled his hair and wiped away some of his tears, switching your expression from disgust to soft.

“If you still don’t want to be with me, please, please, oh God, please, just wait until I fall out of love with you. I’m fucking begging you, (Y/N). You are my everything, I wanted to marry you, have kids with you. I saw you into my future, (Y/N). I put you above everyone else.” His voice cracks even more as he squeezes himself closer to you, practically shoving his face into your stomach.

You ponder for a moment, letting him cling onto you and sob. You wonder what you could get out of him.

Absolutely nothing. He was worthless. There was no use for him.

“Was I just a pit stop?! For you to use?!” He asks, his lip was busted and blood ran down his chin. Gosh, he looks so pretty looking like a mess. “Be honest, (Y/N). Either way, I want you. I want to be with you. I don’t care how you treat me. Just fucking be with me and hold me.”

“You want the honest answer, Sekido?” You raised a brow, still playing with his hair.

“Yes.”

“Yeah. You were just a pit stop for me to use. I didn’t want you in the first place. I used you to get to Karaku.” The way his eyes widened at that. You never loved him. You never will.

“I never wanted you, Sekido. The only thing I like about you is your body and your looks. Other than that, you are no use of me.” You hum, your hand tightening on his hand and yanking his head back. Sekido’s face twisted into pain, wincing as you yanked his head back.

“God, you’re so pretty when you’re all upset. Look here, you don’t really have a choice.” You bent down to kiss at Sekido’s neck, earning a shiver and low moan from him. You place kisses all over his neck and run your hands up his body as his last remembrance of you and your touch.

You bit down on his neck, earning a jolt from Sekido and his nails digging deeper into you. You lap at the new formed hickey on his neck, pulling away and giving his hair one last tug.

“We are never getting back together, you pathetic piece of shit. No matter how many times you beg me, I don’t want you. I want Karaku. I want your brother. You are nothing to me, Sekido Hantengu.” You let go of him and exit his room, slamming the door shut behind you.

Sekido could only sob as he hugged himself on the floor. His nails digging into his shoulders and scratching so hard that he drew blood. He remembered that you left one of your hoodies here and he scrambled to get up and find it, destroying his room. Sekido had a couple of vodka bottles in his room for you two. You would have drinking contests to see who could drink the most. He wanted nothing to do but shatter those damn bottles.

He held onto your hoodie, burying his face into its softness. Inhaling your remaining scent, wishing you were still here.

Sekido had no idea what he did to deserve this torture. His lover, who he trusted everything with, sleeps with his brother and then leaves him just like that.

“God, God, God, what did I do? What the hell did I do to deserve this?!” He sobs into your hoodie, laying on the floor and letting himself lose his mind. He reached over, grabbing a vodka bottle and opening it.

Sekido didn’t care how bitter and gross it tasted. He downed it down to try and stop hs sobs and pleas to God to bring you back.

Clearly, God was not listening to him that night.

i saw your posts and I immediately followed you! TvT love your blog!

Can I get a kokushibo ai voice of being possessive over their lover and one of him flirting with his crush (separate) ?

Possessive Kokushibo + Flirting

kinda fem! leaning listener? He mentions his wife so idk what to tag it specifically (no gender specific pronouns)

Hope you enjoy! I always imagine he would accidentally be weird and mention his old wife when trying to flirt with you lmao

he's old 😭😭 forgive him

Kimetsu no Yaiba Virtual Hug Project: 4/? (Muzan + Upper Moons + Enmu + Rui)

Finally completed the main demons from the series! This one took a long while compared to the rest… _(:3 」∠)_

The next set(s) of Virtual Hugs will now be done at my own pace, and I won’t reveal the exact list of characters I plan to draw. Do look forward to it, along with other projects that I have in mind!

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Slides this across the table @voxsremotec0ck

I have never drawn something so fast

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ρα𝗂𝗋𝗂𐓣𝗀! ⌗ . . ; ᴋᴏᴋᴜsʜɪʙᴏ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𓍢ִ໋ 🌷͙֒ 𝗍ω ⌗ . . ; 𐓣ⱺ𐓣𝖾!

🌷͙֒ αᑲⱺυ𝗍 ⌗ . . ; ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sʜʏ

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Kokushibo enjoys this little fact since he can just sit in silence with you so he's not complaining. Though if the silence makes you uncomfortable he will say something small.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ When you're too shy to tell someone to back off or simply to defend yourself he's definitely going to defend you, so don't worry!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He doesn't mind you stuttering, instead he's proud that you are trying your best. He can find it cute sometimes, but won't tell you honestly.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Don't be harsh on yourself because of the way you act, Kokushibo will tell you repeatedly that he doesn't mind, even though he is a man of few words.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Sometimes you even make him chuckle, he finds you amusing sometimes but he isn't going to bully you, no, never! If anybody hates on you because you are shy, they will be dealt with.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He will always tells you to be more open, he wants you to know that he cares so much for you! He may not be able to always express it, but he tries too!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He knows when you're being uncomfortable. He knows because he has the transparent world, so please just don't try to hide it.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He will probably try everything to make you more comfortable in those situation. He always thinks before choosing his words and always keeps an eye on you.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ If you're too shy to look at his eyes, sometimes he thinks that you are being intimidated by the three sets of eyes. Which makes you sad so you have to tell him that you aren't intimidated by that!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He's a very and I mean a very patient person, so don't ever worry if your progress is slowing down, he will totally understand you!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He is always gentle with you, careful when speaking. he knows when you are pushing yourself and will stop you, everyone needs to rest, physically and emotionally.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He doesn't really remember emotions but will try to understand them better for you. Don't ever let the fact that he looks emotionless and the fact that he's a man of few words intimidate u!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He knows you're shy so he doesn't think much about you blushing or stuttering like at all.

꒰🌸꒱ ᴀ/ɴ ; ; ɪᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴏ ɪᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ! ₊ ⊹

can I request reader who’s kidnapped by the hantengu clones, and she tries to escape? can be a oneshot/scenario thing >.< (btw! I think it’d be funny if reader was small and weak, so they just kinda manhandle her…)

in their grasp

a/n: hi anon! i'm so sorry to everyone for my continuous inactivity on this account, i feel soooo bad about it. im having a lotta issues in my life right now, as well as a killer writers block - so i'm very very sorry for everyones requests who's been sitting in my ask box, i'll try my best to work through them! anyway! i made this one a little long, ill post it in two parts because i haven't finished the second half yet ! :3

content warning: mentions of kidnapping ! suggestive language and actions! graphic (i guess?), they dont see u as an equal and just treat u as their pet….

word count: 3.3k

[part 1]

You awoke with a start, your eyes flashed open and your heart racing as you let a sharp noise between a gasp and a scream leave your lips; piercing the stillness of the dark room you found yourself in. Your body seized up in fright, and waves of goosebumps rushed across your skin. Taking deep breaths to calm yourself down, you slowly sank back into the bed searching for something – anything - that could calm your nerves.

The blanket lazily placed onto you during the night was tangled around your feet, you were practically drenched due to sweat. You didn't even register that it was pitch black outside.

Your eyes were wide open, but all was silent. As quickly as the sensation came upon you, it faded away to nothing but silence. Your eyes whipped around the room -  seeking out any movement that had escaped your attention. 

This...This wasn't the safety of your home.

Suddenly, reminders began flashing into your mind.

Yes, you remembered.

You had a run in with a demon—four demons, actually.

They were all similar. Almost identical actually—which raised the question—were they all clones?

Although, you had only vividly remembered one—He was a giant of a man, towering over you as his vermillion eyes burned with rage. His muscled frame commanded your attention and sent shivers down your spine. His nails were long and sharp like daggers, digging into your skin to draw fresh wounds that dripped scarlet onto the floor. The malevolence in his gaze held you captive - the prominent frown on his face told of a ruthless disregard for your mortality, as if to imply that with one quick motion he'd be able snap you in two like a twig between his fingers. 

It seemed like you were about to be nothing more than another savory course. 

Every hair on your body standing up as you looked around in paranoia—were you in their home?

Had they took you here when you passed out? It was too quiet, you were all alone with your overwhelmed mind, and pained body. A sense of unease settled in your stomach and upon further investigation -  you found a crudely wound web of bandages, stained by the seepage of blood, wrapped around your torso. It was poorly placed, and it was now stringing around you like twisted ribbons.

It looked like the demon...or demons were trying to stop you from bleeding out.

At this point, you wish you did.

You buried your head in your hands, trying to calm your racing mind. It was like you could still feel their heavy presence lingering in the room, even when nobody was there.

You let out a shaky sigh—they weren't ordinary demons, you could grasp that—perhaps they were some...Super demons?

You vaguely recalled seeing the kanji 'uppermoon 4' engraved onto the pupils of their eyes—they were definitely higher-ranked demons, and your poor self had the misfortune of running into them.

You slid your feet down, cautiously straightening yourself, and planting your feet onto the cold, wooden floor. You had tried your best to be quiet, in order not to alert them if they were present in the house—and to not draw their attention to you.

You stepped timidly into the hollow corridors, your feet softly pattered against the cold, hard floorboards beneath you. The sound of each step echoed off of the barren walls, almost as if calling out to you with an unspoken invitation; daring you to explore further. 

Nobody. It was a dead silent, empty house.

The house was orderly, if slightly disheveled. Clothing laid scattered about in careless piles among the furniture, while occasional specks of dried blood made a grim contrast against the otherwise pristine walls. An unsettling mixture of domestic tranquility and disturbing reminders of violence hung in the air.

Just then, you were met with the sight of the front door.

You eyed it, in deep thought.

Well. You had to take your chance and escape, right?

There was no way of telling how far from the house they were now; all that you knew was that they weren't here at the moment

It didn't stop you from trying your luck.

If you actually pulled this off, you'll live, and be scot-free once again.

The only thing that has driven you was your hope—you may have been a bit too ambitious with what you were about to do right now, but you were going to try it anyway.

You take a deep, steady breath; your hand reaching out to open the door. It wasn't locked.

You quietly thanked the gods, and you opened the door, then gently closed it.

Without a moment's hesitation, you leapt forward, the icy wind rushing around your body as you darted into the forest. Your feet landing on the leaf-strewn forest floor, propelling your body further into its depths.

You had not a clue where you were going, but you were hoping that you weren't too far from civilization.

However.

That night, you had the misfortune of learning just how fast a high-ranking demon like Hantengu could travel. It seems like only a few minutes have passed after you've left the house when you hear a voice calling out.

In an instant, you feel a strong, taut arm latch onto your wrist and pull you back—you were whipped around, and forced to acknowledge his presence.

Their presence.

You felt a chill run through you as you sensed the presence of two distinct figures standing right behind your shoulder. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up in alarm and before you had time to turn around, their eyes met yours with an intensity that made you feel like a deer caught in headlights. Their gaze was heavy and seemed to be speaking volumes even without words being uttered, sending a message that made it clear: Don't move.

They had been nearby all along, close enough to notice your absence, close enough to hear your frantic footfalls, close enough to catch you. The fact that they were even there shocked you.

"Tsk tsk, bad pet." The green-eyed one tutted, his eyes aligned with contempt, and his lips stretching into a twisted, sickening smirk.

How did they get to you so fast?

You then yelped out, clearly startled by their sudden presence beside you.

You were certain you haven't even blinked and they had materialized beside you within a milisecond - you had only just registered the thoughts in your mind and they were already there, as if through some magical transference.

The other one stared down at you with bright blue eyes full of sorrow and disappointment. His face was puckered in a frown, adding to his sombre expression. "What are you doing, human?" he asked softly, despair evident in his voice. Like any normal person, your instincts were screaming at you to turn on your heel - and book it out. You panicked, you feel your heartbeat in your throat as your entire body tensed in pure. unbridled fear - your lungs seized and your feet seemed to lose the ability to move before they found their strength again in an instinctive attempt at flight, you then ran.

Running seemed futile, considering their strength and speed. It was obvious that the demons had an infinite advantage over you. No matter how hard you ran, all three of you knew it would never be enough to escape their pursuit after you. Even with such a crucial piece of information, it did nothing to stop the adrenaline pumping in your legs. Your legs trembled with fear as your mind raced for an escape route, telling yourself that maybe — just maybe—you could find one. All rationality had left you and all there was was the unquenchable desire to run away from this impending doom before it engulfed you altogether

Your heart hammered in your chest and terror immobilized you. You had to keep running, but every step was a struggle against the trapping gravity of fear that weighed down on you like an iron casket.

"Cute! Little human thinks she can outrun us, eh?" Karaku let's out a bark of laughter, watching you  scramble away.

So slow. So weak. He almost feels like this is unfair to you.

"Ah...She's so pitiful." Aizetsu frowns.

You were fighting a losing battle.

They watch you hasten for a while longer, you're out of breath and desperate. Karaku let's another bark of laughter leave his lips, the two of them taking in your panic.

Suddenly, Karaku was on you. His lightning-fast stride brought him through the air and he locked his arms around your waist in an instant, pushing your body against the nearest tree with a strength that almost felt like an embrace. His palms were warm on your skin as he held you against the bark firmly, pressing against you so closely that you could feel every breath.

Before you had time to react, he knocked the oxygen out of your lungs with his sheer weight and strength as he quickly took hold of both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. Your stomach churned with nausea and apprehension, while a squeak resounded from deep within your throat before it was able to escape into the air around you. You felt completely disoriented, like you'd been spun around on a merry-go-round one too many times

But, he doesn't hurt you; even if he has all the power to do so, even if you were completely at his mercy - there wasn't any hint of aggression in him. Instead, he wore an amused smirk as if he was relishing some joke only he knew about. He held a firm grip on your wrists, caging your body against the tree with a playful grin on his face.

He looked down at you, his eyes filled with mirth - amused at the fact that you were trapped beneath him - amused that he could end your pathetic life with the flick of his wrist at any given moment - amused by your complete horror.

"So, thought you could outsmart us. Huh, little pet?"  His relaxed expression irked you - the two of them found this all entertaining, or at least he did. His eyes twinkled with a strange delight at your distress. You could have screamed and begged for mercy but they both seemed so unphased by your presence it was like this entire situation was a game—and you were losing rapidly.

He had his hands wrapped vice-like around your wrists, pinning you where you stood. His grip was like iron and the more you tried to struggle against it the tighter it seemed to get. 

Your legs shake due to overexertion, and to the overwhelming presence that the two of them shared. He really was the only thing keeping you up and stable as the strength left from your body and with each passing second.

Karaku leaned his frame down towards you. His eyes narrowed as they bore into yours; the mere inches of space between your faces felt like a chasm. He seemed to savor your weakened state, and as he closed in on you--his lips curling up into a crooked smile--he smelled it: fear. You could feel his finger pressing against your cheek, slowly, tracing its way down from there, and all too soon his voice resounded with the sickeningly smug musing of, "You smell afraid," he mumbles, almost... satisfied. "Is that my doing?" he snickers.

"How sad," Aizetsu mumbled apologetically, "She's feeding your ego..." His voice trailed off as his eyes focused on the floor shamefully, his words hung in the air like a cloud of despair as he spoke, hanging heavy with regret.

You screwed your eyes shut, feeling hot, stinging tears at the corner of your eyes. You cranked your head in another direction in a futile attempt to create distance between his face and yours. "No! Let me go!" You shrieked, a desperate glint in your eyes as you squirmed beneath him.

Karaku only laughed, a deep guttural sound that reverberated through the air. His amusement with your fear only grew as he slowly lifted his free-hand to your face once again, brushing his fingertips along your cheeks before squeezing. With gentle force, he guided you to look up at him, "I'm afraid I can't do that, pet."  He purred; his voice carrying an ominous tone which revealed that something much more deadly was lying beneath the surface.

A raw, primal fear grappled its way to your throat and escaped in a bloodcurdling scream. Your body thrashed violently against his, desperate for an escape, but each futile attempt was met with heavy hands pinning your wrists down. "P-Please!" tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as you sobbed pitifully - pleading for help that never came, convinced by this point that you had been brought too far away from civilization for anyone to hear you. Helplessness filled every inch of you, there was no way you could fight back.

Karaku tightened his grip on your wrists and leaned in closer, seeming to take pleasure as you screamed. "I must say, you're much cuter when you're quiet." He purred into the crook of your neck while inhaling deeply, taking in your scent like a drug. His lips brushed against the sensitive flesh - his breath was hot on the skin of your collarbone, nuzzling his face further as a satisfied smirk crossed over his lips as he drawled  "Smells good...Mmm".

Aizetsu however, seemed to grow more distressed at the sight of your tears, his eyes narrowed as he watched you squirm beneath Karaku. His lips pulled downward in a deep scowl, and his voice grew dark. "You try to escape us," he muttered, his words threatening as they left his mouth. "And then you scream and cry when we catch you." There was something almost petulant in the way he spoke; it seemed like he was a sulking child being denied of it's needs. "That hardly seems fair..." He pouted, his voice growing thick with disappointment and something else, a hint of bitterness barely contained.

"We can't trust that you won't run again. So, I guess...We'll have to lock you up." Aizetsu pouted; as if this was distressing for him.

Sweat came beading on your forehead as you felt the world begin to spin. Your breathing quickened and a heat began to fill your body, each thrash becoming more desperate and less considered than the last. The demons words echoed around you like an accusation, violence in his resonance - treating you like some rabid animal that needed restraint. Lock you up? What kind of sick joke was this?  You didn't even know what these guys wanted from you - why the hell were you suddenly made their new fidget toy?! Karaku released your wrists with an enthusiastic chortle: "Lock her up? Now that sounds fun!" He expertly lifted you by your waist and threw you over his shoulder, your feeble kicks unable to slow the momentum of him whisking you up and carrying you away. The disorientation from the sudden manhandling made you feel dizzy as you tried in vain to twist free. 

Despite your desperate thrashing, the demon seemed to take it all in stride as if this was a part of his everyday life. His steps continued even and unhurried, his grip on you tight yet seemingly effortless. The way he held you over his shoulder gave off an odd sense of familiarity, like he had done this thousands of times before - like he didn’t have to think twice about it. What the hell could you have done in your life to deserve getting kidnapped by demons? Upper-ranked, nutcase demons at that?

"...We'd better hurry, Karaku," Aizetsu said with a tense grimace. He glanced around the dense forest anxiously - as if expecting Sekido to appear at any moment in an explosion fit of rage. "Sekido’s got quite a temper on him these days and he'll be really mad if we're not back soon."

"Mm," He hummed softly in agreement before adding a sly comment; his voice barely above a whisper. "I think we should have the luxury of taking our time with her – Sekido this – Sekido that - He's not here now, is he?" His eyes danced playfully as they searched Aizetsu 's for signs of agreement.

Aizetsu shook his head, he couldn't help the frown that tugged at his lips, "No, he isn't here, but..." He trailed off. With a devilish spark in his eyes, he cut Aizestu off before he could finish his train of thought. "But nothing. Why don't we make the most of it?" He said as a smirk curled up on one side of his face. "Let's have a little fun."

Aizetsu didn't seem very convinced, his eyes quietly assessing the situation. Karaku leaned forward, you still over his shoulders. "Come on," he drawled, with a shrug of his shoulders. "If he really wanted to get his hands on her, he would have come along." His voice was smug as the words fell from between his lips; it made no difference how serious the circumstance was - Karaku would find any way to mess around.

"I-I suppose..." Aizetsu mumbled tentatively. A brief moment of silence passed, the idle chirping of the cicadas in the background. "Wanna play catch with her? I'll toss her to you and you-" Suddenly, you startlingly interjected with an exasperated "Hello?!", disrupting their idle chatter that seemed to be ignoring your existence. Your presence had gone neglected as they spoke about playing catch and tossing you around like a mere item - one possessed rather than personable. Both demons turned their attention to you - both having no intention of taking anything that'll leave your lips seriously.

"W-What the hell do you want from me...?"  you stammered out. You had been dragged over his shoulder, your arms and legs dangling like a ragdoll for long enough.  Continuing to thrash, each kick you delivered only made him grip you tighter, even as you vainly hit his back with closed fists, he didn't budge. "How pitiful." Aizetsu muttered underneath his breath.

Karaku let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. His eyes glinted mischievously in the moonlight as he spoke: "Isn't it clear? You're our plaything now." He seemed to relish his own words as if they were a special delicacy and he went on to mumble something about how having a human around made things more interesting for everyone. He laughed again happily, savoring every moment that your encounter lasted as he knew that eventually boredom will overcome them all. Right. It would just last until they got bored of you.

"And will you stop squirming? Seriously, it's like you're trying to tickle me." 

It dawned on you. Truly, whatever you did, or said, nothing seemed to phase the demons steady pace, any resistance was futile. You had no choice but to give in and hang limply against his broad frame in silent defeat...

Karaku laughed darkly, his hand coming down hard onto your backside with a harsh smack. You gasped, mouth agape. "Good girl," he praised you before sending a pointed glance towards Aizetsu, "See? She gets it now." His words hung in the air as if challenging someone to disagree with him, you looked away in embarrassment and shame.

You felt as if you were slipping inexorably into a deep, dark abyss. A wave of humiliation and dread was washing over you; it threatened to swallow your meager remains whole. Your rights had been stripped from you in an instant and the title of 'plaything' was bestowed upon your weary shoulders by these demons - for what? Just for their temporary amusement? Were you really nothing but a docile creature now? Obediently awaiting to be forgotten when they decided that they'd had enough amusement at your expense? This couldn't be happening.

Why? Why was this happening? Your mind screamed, your thoughts frantic with terror as you were taken over his shoulder all the way back to where these sick monsters resided. The forest around you blurred past in a passing panorama and all you could do is wallow in helpless dread. Their voices were muted to mere murmurs, drowning into nothing beside the other sounds of nature - a backdrop to this nightmare that seemed never-ending; every step felt like an eternity as you treaded towards where they called home.

"So how about it? I think playing catch is a pretty good idea." 'K-Karaku...No." "Why not? I bet you, if Urogi was here he would've said yes in a heartbeat." You were doomed, thats for sure.

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