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I find myself thinking about Kokushibo and his family a lot. His wife and children, I mean.

Him abandoning them was wrong, but at the same time, I can't entirely blame him. It was clearly an arranged marriage and one that he wasn't happy in. Even though he described it as "peaceful", he also followed that up with "boring." For someone like Kokushibo, who's entire passion is swordsmanship and improving himself, I can see how that would ultimately lead to a feeling of discontent and listlessness.

However; my sympathy also extends naturally to his wife and children. Just like him, they were forced into a situation they also had little choice in. Kokushibo's wife was arranged to him, just as he was to her. The children didn't ask to be born. In the panel depicting Kokushibo leaving, it's easy to tell that they did love him. His wife looks devastated while his eldest tries to run after him, reaching out to grab his leg or his hand to keep him from leaving.

I see many discussions surrounding Kokushibo and his feelings towards his family, but ultimately I feel the situation is more complicated than one or the other. I don't think he hated them, nor do I think he truly loved them. He felt shackled, perhaps even resentful of his circumstances, but he did ultimately express regret at having abandoned them.

Kokushibo likely had more complicated feelings, perhaps more than he understood or was willing to admit. Having two children with a woman, one who was visibly devastated by his departure, and having his eldest child try to stop him from leaving seems to me like a pretty good indicator that, while he was with them, Kokushibo was a fairly good husband and father.

They loved him. I think Kokushibo had at least some fondness for them, too. Not enough to stay, not enough to consider his wife his "true love", but enough to treat them kindly while he was with them and to feel regret for his actions upon his death.

I do find myself wondering how his wife and children coped after his death. Financially they were probably fine, but emotionally is another thing. His wife probably had to live with the knowledge that the man she loved, or at least tried to love, didn't return the feelings. At least, not enough to prevent the final outcome.

His eldest would grow up with bittersweet memories and confused feelings. He would remember the excitement he'd felt when he was small and his father came back from his most recent mission, or the memories of Kokushibo holding him or promising to teach him how to wield a sword, all of that muddied by the pain and resentment of being left behind, of hearing his mother crying in despair.

His youngest would forever have a void in his heart. Never having had memories of his father, but longing to have known him and subsequently feeling guilty for longing for the man who abandoned them. Did they ever ask their mother or elder brother, or were they too scared to prod at old wounds?

Did they ever fully pick up the pieces? Did Kokushibo ever think of them, as a Slayer or as a Demon? I suppose we'll never know.

Allow me to hit you with.. what might be considered to be a hot-take but.. is actually supported by canon evidence and parallels..

It's not yoriichi that shares more parallels with Tanjiro, it's Michikatsu/kokushibo

Now why in the world would I think that? Everyone is always talking about the parallels between nezuko and michikatsu and yoriichi and tanjiro.. I mean tanjiro IS yoriichis successor after all, isn't he? Until a few months ago I never had a mind to question this narrative..

That was until I came across an official illustration book that made me halt in my tracks..

I just had to take a minute to appreciate the artwork featuring kokushibo (for obvious reasons) that is when I realised something..

Let's take a look at yoriichis, kokushibos and tanjiros respective demon slayer marks..

Because surely that can't be..

Oh it is. It very much is. Tanjiros demon slayer mark is NOT like yoriichis. It's like kokushibos. I was willing to let it go before - chalking it up to tanjiros mark perhaps not being fully-fledged out on the illustration (since it does have different visual stages)

But then.. when I was reviewing kokushibos official fanbook page.. I noticed: THIS

'His neck and face have marks resembling flames like tanjiro has'

TANJIRO. Michikatsus demon slayer mark looks like TANJIROS, tanjiros demon slayer mark is a canonical parallel to KOKUSHIBO not. Yoriichi.

And THAT got me thinking about other similarities and parallels that kokushibo and tanjiro could possibly have:

1) Tanjiro is the older sibling. -> Just like michikatsu, tanjiro is the eldest, the one who was to carry forth the legacy of his family JUST LIKE MICHIKATSU. Tanjiros legacy being hinukami kagura, michikatsus legacy being bringing honour to his clan/family

2) hard-working. Neither of them had the supernatural cheat code that yoriichi had (born with the demon slayer mark, breathing was literally already sun breathing, constant access to the see through world, core strength to back up his abilities even as a kid -> the analysis we have kid michikatsu to thank for btw )

Sun breathing DID NOT come natural to tanjiro, he had to work hard and he struggled with adapting it for a long time (during the entertainment district arc he literally has to use a mixture of water and sun breathing because he couldn't handle sun breathing on its own yet) meanwhile michikatsu literally practiced so hard until his hands literally bled. They're both undeniably hard workers who got to the point that they are now through discipline and rigour.

3) both are slapped on the cheek due to their kindness that is considered as weak

Michikatsu: michikatsu was slapped because he was caught playing with yoriichi although their father had explicitly forbidden him from interacting with yoriichi. At that point in time michikatsu also believed his brother to have been deaf so.. the fact that he had still sought yoriichi out despite his father's orders? It is extremely kind of him. He gets punished for his kindness

Tanjiro: tanjiro gets slapped because he fails at killing the demon and the demon ends up dying due to the sun. Urukodaki slaps tanjiro because in his eyes, tanjiros kindness is weak and that he is not fit to become a demon slayer.

Both instances take place at the start of both of their journeys.

4) due to their status as older siblings both kokushibo and tanjiro have a deep sense of responsibility. Not just for their younger siblings (tanjiros care for nezuko is very well-known and kokushibo canonically calls yoriichi one of his 'obligations') but also in general.

5) both are connected to muichiros character development and growth. It is tanjiros eyes that remind muichiro of his father's eyes and tanjiro who returns the light to muichiros eyes as well as his memories.

About tanjiros eyes looking like the eyes of muichiros father? Where do you think muichiros father got those eyes from, hmm? Not yoriichi that's for sure. Yoriichi never had kids. Muichiros fathers eyes look like michikatsus eyes (when michikatsu was just a small child)

It is also kokushibo that connects muichiros recovered memories to muichiros legacy by revealing their relation.

6) tanjiros eyes are subtly expressive and alive... just like michikatsus. Yoriichis eyes are known for their oftentimes empty characteristic and tanjiro wears his heart on his face, especially in his eyes... just how michikatsus/kokushibos feelings can be discerned through his eyes

7) they both keep their respective 'social' circles in line

Tanjiro is often the voice of reason in his chaotic friend group

Just as kokushibo is often the voice of reason/the one keeping things running smoothly and ensuring that the upper moons uphold and respect the hierarchy

8) they are both characterised by how highly adaptive they are in battle and how flexible they are when it comes to changing strategies. Now, yoriichi is obviously very good at this as well but he does this on an intuitive, instinctual level whilst tanjiro and kokushibo consciously execute this.

I could probably come up with even more parallels but I think I have brought my point across, no?

Demon Slayers with a Foreign Reader

This was requested by @ruiroku, sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy.

Check out my other works here: Masterlist.

I have two ideas for a foreign reader. From what I was able to find, Demon Slayers take place during the Taisho period (1912-1926). This was around the time Japan opened back up to Western influence after previously cutting themselves off from the rest of the world. Because of this, I could image the reader coming to Japan for many different reasons.

The best idea I had was reader being a doctor/nurse who is studying Japanese medical practices or teaching western medical practices (keep in mind that when I say "western" I don't necessary mean American/European. I just mean literally anything to the West, which is a lot of places, as to keep the readers original home vague).

Either way, throughout your time in Japan, you got to learn a lot about Japanese culture and practices, and overall enjoyed your stay there. Over time, however, you began to notice strange happenings and disappearances, especially the weaker patients you would take care of.

You made the assumption that your patients were simply succumbing to their illnesses, but whenever you checked up on their families, they claimed that they had just disappeared. This lead you on a wild goose chaise to find your missing patients, since you knew how venerable they were.

All this led you to be cornered by a hungry demon, who was enraged at your attempts of finding your patients. He was right about to kill you before you were saved by a very...eccentric looking man, to say the least. In one fell swoop, he chopped the demons head off, saving you from a very painful death.

The man, who you figured out was named Rengoku, was very loud, and talked very fast. So, it was hard for you to translate what he was saying. He assumed you were in shock, so lowered himself down to your level, and explained slowly he would be taking you with him to get your wounds treated. It didn't take long before you passed out.

This was how you became acquainted with the Demon Slayers. After your wounds were treated, you came to the realization that your former patients were killed, and it hurt very much. You felt like you weren't doing your job as a doctor and failed their loved ones. It took a toll on your mental health, Shinobu recommending that you stay until you feel better both mentally and physically.

The Demon Slayers Headquarters is surprisingly cozy, even with the many intense figures there. Shinobu is the one who you spend most of your time with, since she takes it upon herself to treat your wounds personally. She takes very good care of you, and you're intensely grateful, but sometimes you can feel a little overwhelmed with how strangely focused she is on you and your wellbeing. Though, she does offer to teach you a thing or two about medicines that can treat demon related injuries.

Once you are able to move on your own, you spend a lot of your time with the other Hashira's. Rengoku is very interested in learning about your home country and could listen to you talk about your home all day. He's very childlike in his curiosity for you, often ranting happily about his own interests and dreams as a Hashira. While he is very lighthearted, he does often remind you that you own him for saving you.

Others like Giyu pretend not to care about you and want you to leave as soon as possible. However, when it comes to your safety, they take it very seriously. Being a foreigner, Giyu views you as target for many dangerous people. He often reminds you that you are weak and easy to manipulate, though you don't really hear any malice behind his works, almost like his he genuinely worried about you.

Uzui is pretty intimidating when you first meet him, but you eventually learn not to fear him. You get to know him more and more when you start to patch him up after missions. You don't realize as you begin to open up to him about how you miss your home and family. Uzui doesn't seem to mind though, as he listens to you carefully and even offers advice on how to acclimate better to your new home. He even suggests that you meet his wives some time.

Once the Tanjiro and the gang arrive, the quicky warm up to you. Tanjiro thinks you are the sweetest person ever, and always feels bad when you're forced to take care of him after missions. You honestly remind him of the warmth of a parent that he very much misses. He also loves that Nezuko loves you. Zenitsu also likes you, especially since you are much easier on him, and Inosuke doesn't have that much of an opinion on you, but he doesn't hate you. In fact, he's probably the most interested in your home country since he's lived a pretty secluded life until becoming a demon slayer.

The kids being, well, kids, are very interested in your native culture. Tanjiro is sympathetic and understands that you might miss your home often, so he offers for you to teach him things regarding your culture. He might even learn how to cook native dishes that can remind you of your home. Unlike the others, who want you to forget about your native country, Tanjiro feels bad whenever you talk about missing your family or friends, even though it fills him with jealously.

They are also obsessed with the way you sound speaking your native language since they think it sounds so cool. Some of them like Rengoku might even want to learn, while others are simply content with hearing you talk. They think you're so smart, being able to speak to languages. Even if you're not fluent in Japanese, they're all willing to help you with anything you're struggling with. Though, there are times where they'll bend the truth on what they are saying whenever you're confused, most notably when they're talking about something not so savory.

In conclusion, even once you get better, you're staying with them. The Hashira's are very good at making you feel like you owe them something, and so they abuse that to get you to stay. You don't even notice that you're slowly and slowly forgetting about leaving, as you start to work as a nurse with Shinobu. Even once you get better and can technically leave on your own, you're constantly reminded of how dangerous the world is without your demon slayer friends.

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A/n: I might write a part 2 with the demons, so tell me if you would want that.

𝓐𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓽 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦/ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓼 

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑮𝒊𝒚𝒖 𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒌𝒂, 𝑲𝒚𝒐𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖 + 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏 𝑼𝒛𝒖𝒊

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 + 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅!

𝑮𝒊𝒚𝒖 𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒌𝒂

𝑺𝑭𝑾:

His face immediately goes redder, the steam of the hot springs disguising it slightly as if he were just warm. Giyu stays silent, as he was quite surprised to find you still here.

As you sigh happily, relaxing into the steaming water, you finally notice your fellow Hashira and give him that signature cute smile of yours, which never fails to make Giyu’s heart stammer.

“Giyu! Sorry, am I intruding on your bath time?” You asked while making your way towards him; it was almost comical how shy the man had gotten once you got closer.

Not wanting him to feel uncomfortable, you were about to leave until he shook his head after seemingly collecting his cool. “No, it’s fine. You had a long day; I don’t mind you staying.”

You smiled at this and thanked him, causing the water pillar to look away in an effort to not further fluster himself around you. 

While relaxing with him, he’d steal a couple of glances at you, admiring your calm features, your damp hair, and your flushed cheeks.

You decided to make some small talk where you asked him how his day was, which then led to both of you chatting with one another.

Sighing happily, you decided it was time to wash up and jokingly offered Giyu if he wanted to join, and to your surprise, he did.

Stepping into the wash area, he tries to act like he isn’t surprised or flustered, but with the warmth spreading across his cheeks and his half-lidded eyes as he watches you rinse off the soap, it's pretty damn obvious.

Seeing that he was a bit nervous, you decided to ask him to wash your hair. He’s happy to oblige and enjoys how adorable you are with him.

If you enjoy humming/singing in the shower, he will happily listen to your voice and will sometimes hum along with you while scrubbing your back.

When washing his hair, he likes when you’re in front of him since he gets to put his hands on your waist as you do so. He just likes holding you, y’know? <3

While you're soaking under the water, he likes resting his chin on either your shoulder or head while wrapping his arms around you; he finds it rather calming.

Please kiss him while he holds you; he’ll give you a sly smile before kissing you back. 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾:

While scrubbing his back, he feels himself harden at your touch. Giyu hated himself for that, for thinking such sinfully dirty thoughts about you.

He shuts his eyes to concentrate, brows furrowed as he hopes his towel covers his aching cock.

He thanks God that he isn’t facing you; if not, he’d consider drowning himself in the water LMAO.

Desperately tries shaking away the thoughts of just pushing you up against the edge of the hot spring and grinding his cock against your slick folds.

He then shudders when he hears your sweet voice tease him while your hands dip down to grasp his cock. All hard and throbbing from being neglected.

“Want me to wash here, Giyu?” He couldn’t help but nod, and that’s where he found himself, sitting on the edge of the hot spring with you between his thighs.

His dark blue eyes were half-lidded, his breath hollow as he watched your soft lips kiss and tease his cock head.

Your tongue swirling around his pretty tip and making sure he’s all “clean.” 

He’s so enthralled by the sight he didn’t even notice his hand gripping your hair and guiding your head to go deeper.

You happily sucked him off, your hand grasping his balls lightly to encourage him to cum. Lifting his hips a bit as he fucked your face, he let out a whine.

Surely you felt like your ears were tricking you, but God, hearing a man so quiet yet sounding so needy was such a beautiful sound.

You pulled away from his cock and jerked him off, his hot seed spilling onto your tits and hand. Giyu gasped for air, and you swear you saw tiny hearts in his eyes.

You could only giggle as you watched his cock harden again after he saw you scoop some of his cum with a dainty finger and taste it.

“Since you got me dirty, I think it’s your turn to clean me.” You hum as you sit on the edge of the spring, spreading your legs to show your arousal.

 Of course he’d happily return the favour, dipping down between your thighs and dragging his hot tongue against your slit. <3

𝑲𝒚𝒐𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖

𝑺𝑭𝑾:

Both you and Kyojuro often paired up together during missions, and after one exhausting journey, the two of you find yourselves staying at a village’s hot spring.

You were already soaking in the water, your back pressed against the stone edge while relaxing. Your shoulders and back aching from being thrown around by a demon.

Moments later you hear a few footsteps approaching you; it was Kyojuro looking at you with his fiery eyes and his usual smile.

You’ve always wondered how he managed to stay upbeat even after tiring himself out during missions but was happy he was in a good mood.

You offered him to sit beside you, and he gladly accepted it, his broad shoulder pressed against you while you relaxed once again.

Oh, how pretty you looked, Kyojuro thought. The faint blush on your face due to the steam of the room made the fire pillar himself get a bit hotter too.

He’d always admired how beautiful you looked; even when you were tired, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight, a warm feeling tugging at his chest.

Kyojuro watches as you roll your shoulders, wincing a bit. You swear you saw his lips twitch into a frown as he saw you in pain; oh, how the man cared for you.

“(Y/N), let me help you.” Kyojuro offers to massage your back, which you can't deny. As your back faces him, he brings his hands to your shoulders, rubbing them nicely.

His hands skillfully press against your aching muscles in your back and shoulders. He wanted you to feel good; you’ve helped him greatly during the mission, and this was the least he could do to ease your pain.

“Feels good, Kyo…” You mumble, and the fire pillar’s face burns brighter than his breathing technique. Oh, how he loved it whenever you called him that, so sweet with that voice of yours.

As the massage continued, he offered to help wash your back, and he happily took care of you. Carefully guiding the soap along your skin. 

His hands were rough from the calluses from all his training, yet his touch was gentle, wanting to comfort you from the stress of the day.

“Relax, (Y/N). You deserve it.” He’d say softly as he caressed and washed you delicately, eyes noting how good you were at holding up after such a long mission.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾:

As he continues to massage you, he feels his hands slowly moving down to your hips, giving you a soft squeeze as he brushes his lips to your shoulder.

“(Y/N)…” He’d mumble as he guides his hand to your wet core, rubbing your puffy clit as his other hand gropes your breast. “Let me take care of you…”

As you relax against him, you feel his skilled fingers teasing and brushing against your folds. “So delicate…” He’d mumble while kissing your neck.

Your pleasure was his pleasure; every moan and whimper coming from your lips made his heart aflame and his cock throb.

He then slips a finger inside you; he groans a bit at how warm and wet you are, so flattered and proud of how he is making you feel with just his fingers.

His other hand gropes your tit, rolling the sensitive bud while his other hand focuses on pumping his fingers inside you.

With every thrust of his thick fingers, you could feel the slow grind of his hips, his now leaking cock throbbing against your ass.

Being the sweet Hashira he is, he didn’t care for his own needs, only seeking your pleasure as he continued to play with your slick pussy, his fingers coated with your essence.

He definitely makes a mental note to eat you out properly later, wanting your sweetness to coat his tongue and chin.

As you get closer to your orgasm, he’d lean his head down to kiss you, his mouth swallowing up your delightful moans.

As you cum, he’d rub your clit lovingly, wanting to comfort you from your high as he rubs his nose against the crook of your neck. “Good job, you did so well today.”

𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏 𝑼𝒛𝒖𝒊

𝑺𝑭𝑾: 

Oh, this man is living for it—hot springs and you? He’s in his element.

Loves watching you relax—he finds it incredibly attractive when you let your guard down around him.

He has so much respect for you as a Hashira, and seeing you relax tugs at his heartstrings a bit since he knows how much effort you put into your work.

After joining you in the water, he’ll immediately stretch, flex, and make sure you see how flashy he looks before teasing, “Enjoying the view?” He’d ask with a shit-eating grin.

When he catches you getting flustered, he’ll be all over you, teasing you about how you should get a closer look.

He definitely suggests a massage, offering to rub your shoulders. But when his hands move lower, he gives a cheeky grin and chuckles, “Oops, my hands slipped.”

Despite his teasing, he does want you to relax; his hands smooth out any knots and aches in your neck and back, massaging out the soreness from the day.

But don’t expect the massage to be for free, though; this man will then plop down in front of you and ask you to return the favour.

He’d groan and relax against your touch, and the things he says can either be used for asking for a massage or dirty scenarios.

“Shit… That feels good; squeeze a bit harder.” He’d groan, tilting his head to the side as you smooth out the knot near his shoulders and neck. See, he meant his shoulders, LMAO.

He does appreciate your touch greatly, though; your soft hands in contrast to his hard muscles felt just too perfect.

He might get a bit sleepy and lean back just a bit, so be careful, or this 6’6 giant might topple you over.

“Mm… Thank you, (Y/N)… You know, you’d make a great wife.” He’d mumble as he relaxes beside you after the massage.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾:

After realizing what he said, Tengen would look at you, and it was either what he said or the steam of the hot springs that had gotten you all flushed. Just seeing you that way got him thinking about what it would be like to make you flush in a different way… That’s where you find yourself holding onto the edge of the hot spring; you’re bent over and SMACK! You feel a sharp slap against your bottom. Tengen smirks as he hears your struggle to keep your voice down; his hands grip onto your hips, and you hear the water splash a bit behind you as he gets in position, his face next to your heat. “You’re dripping, so beautiful.” He’d say, almost just to himself, before he leans in, his nose brushing against your slick while his lips wrap around your clit. As you cover your mouth with your hands, hoping to not catch any unwanted attention, that doesn’t stop the sound of Tengen’s own moans. “Mmph... tastes so sweet.” He’d groan against your core as he continues to eat your pussy from behind, his grip on your hips still strong and tight, not giving you any chance to slip away from him.

After lapping his tongue along your folds one last time, he stood up; his impatient body towered over you. Grabbing you by the waist firmly you looked over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him, his body chiseled with strong muscles and you felt yourself drool a bit as you saw some water dripping down his body. He grabbed the base of his cock, all thick with some heavy balls that you know will slap against your clit. Giving it a few pumps he rubs his tip against your folds. He groans as he pushes in, his cock filling your pussy up perfectly. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size as he leans down to kiss your neck and cup your breast. “So goddamn perfect..” He’d mumble before rutting into you, his cock deliciously hitting your sweet spot and his heavy balls slapping against your clit. With every thrust of his strong hips you felt yourself nearing the edge, your pussy tightening up and getting slicker around his thick cock.

After coming down from both of your highs, he’d pull out of you slowly, and despite rocking your world just a moment ago, he’d gently help you clean up.

(hi guys.... I'm back after like...almost a year or so..IM ALIVE, I know I keep saying I'll post more but I've been getting really busy, but I do wish to post more, I might start posting again if I feel like it but yeah. hopefully this writing was good, it was kind of some late night imagines stuff. I hope to finish up some requests soon so thank you for everyone's patience! ILY!)

𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔…

I JUST CAN'T STOP LOVING YOU...(even if I try to.)

Pairing : Kokushibo x gn! reader

CONTENT WARNING ❃ : Intimacy ; explicit words ; overall cuteness ; NSWF

Kokushibo was the best companion you could ever wish for , under his stoic mask and cold personality, indoors, he was the most loving person you had ever seen. You had the chance to witness things that none of the other fellow moons and Muzan even got to catch a glimpse of. Yet something was amiss.... the way he looks at you , the way his six spider-like eyes gently fall upon you at the slightest movements of yours. The way he held you like you were pure crystal, as if, if held too tight you could crumble under his palms. He had this way of making your heart beat. With him, life felt easy , secure , calm if not magical , his kisses like petals , his touch so tender yet firm and needy , that's all you could ever dream of and oh gosh his smile...but so then..why did he seem so against intimacy ? Or at least that's what you thought , you both had been seeing each other for quite the years already , so why is he so...reluctant abt it ? Perhaps unsure would be the word. He never said it out loud , but it showed subtly : whenever a body part of yours showed he'd be the first to notice ,no matter how small and cover it at the speed of light. He would always redirect conversations whenever the topic hints to explicit matters , he would deny you showering together repeating that you need your privacy and he shall give it to you , always finding excuses over excuses , but at what cost ? All you wanted was to pass the gap , to be closer both emotionally and physically to your forever lover , you wanted to feel that love , feel him pour his love in the closest way two persons could be , you wanted to hear him say sweet nothings as you two were beautifuly intertwined in each other presence and love. You wanted to touch , to feel , to try...You never straight out asked him for intimacy , perhaps you were unsure too , abt his reaction or thoughts about it , perhaps scared that all the love will go away Does he find it gross ? Perhaps demons don't engage in those activities ? Yet silly of you to never have tried to ask , not even once...until today :

It was a calm afternoon , both of you were in your quarters inside the Infinite Castle , though your chambers were quite isolated from the rest of the apartments , a secluded place of serenity and away from the cruel demon world that lurked in the shadows. Being human , Kokushibo protects you with every fiber of his being , meaning he doesn't want you to be any close to demon activities. But there you were , sharing the same bed , Kokushibo was reading next to you , his six ethereal eyes seeming to dance across the pages of whatever ancient book he was reading. You looked up at him , your mind still spiraling about his constant "denial" of intimacy. As your eyes locked. You didn't have to say anything , he knew , he knows , he sees it in your eyes , something is wrong. His eyes always did that thing , slowly squinting at you as if silently saying "What's wrong ?" , yet it was also his way of simply studying you , you were used to it by now.

"I'm okay..just thinking" , you replied knowing no matter how many words came out of your mouth , he always sees right through you.

"No. You're clearly not , you seem uneasy. What is it you're thinking about ?" , he says as his eyes peer into yours now. He scooted almost imperceptibly closer to you , his attention now solely on you.

Yet you remained silent. You were scared , unsure , overthinking , what if he never sees you the same way after asking what has been bothering you ? Seeing your panic , he didn't hesitate and immediately , gently placed you on his lap , holding you securely in his arms , gently rearranging himself for your comfort. He was gently patting your back , his eyes never leaving your face , your eyes to be more precised , eyes are the portal to the soul : this way he could know what were you truly thinking of and read through you. He started gently combing your hair , never once breaking eye contact still. A gentle kiss to your temple and here you were giving yourself out , the intensity of your emotions just made you blurt it out , no filter , no sugarcoating :

" W..WHY DON'T YOU WANT INTIMACY WITH ME HUH !!! Am I not desirable enough ? Do I..do I not please you enough ? Why..then why you-" No, he didn't cut you off , you cut yourself off , seeing his reaction. His hand gently caressing you back had already stopped moving long ago , his eyes were widened , his body stiff , his face like a deer caught in deer lights. A small tint of blush peppering his cheeks yet it disappeared the moment you spotted it. The scene was quite humoristic and you would probably be laughing your ass off if the situation wasn't that serious at the moment lol.

"Y..You want intimacy from me..?" , he was shocked by himself , shocked by this revelation and did he just..stutter ? His heart did like a whole 360 , if it wasn't for his image he wouldn't be fighting against his own body trying not to blush. He tried to process your words , but there he was just looking at you with widened eyes , oh dear how can a man be this clueless , were the hints not hinting enough ?

All you could do was shyly nod , you couldn't bring yourself to say another word. He was baffled , as if he had just heard the date of the end of the world. This state of shock lasted so long it felt like forever.

"I...w..why ?" he said while looking away , his eyes shyly darting to the side. Was the man in front of you really the Supreme Moon ? His shy side was more than endearing , you didn't see it often , but whenever it did happen it was the cutest thing ever.

"What do you mean..why ? I don't know why..I just..that's how it is okay ? Is it not what couples do ? Is it not another way to show..our love...?" That line hit him like a truck , of course it was , and he knew it. In fact he had always been wanting it , no craving it even , showering you with his love , being as close as possible , feel your skin close to his , he wanted it all , so why..?

"I..do too. Very much at that.." , he stopped himself realizing how needy his words sounded. He quickly looked back in your eyes before shyly looking away again as if intimidate by your gaze now , or perhaps embarrassed by his own whole love struck behavior. He sighed , resigned to be honest , eyes locked back on yours with a newfound determination in them :

""I love you , adore you even..I don't have the words to describe what I feel for you , it goes beyond words. he gently put his hands on your hips, stabilizing you and him , grounding himself in. You're more than desirable , more than beautiful. I apologize for my foolishness , for being scared , for not knowing how to communicate how much I wanted that..closeness..too. The truth is..I'm afraid , afraid of hurting you , not doing it right..not loving you right. Afraid of not being enough to please you. I just can't stop loving you , and the last thing I desire is for that love of mine to overwhelm you. So only if..only if it's not too late, may I..""

Your breath hitched , how cruel of him to not let you process his words first , how cruel of him to have that angel carved-like face , these earnest eyes that felt like the moon itself looking at you..no he didn't let you process it all , not before he finally asked :

"May I..make love to you , tonight ? Will you let me ? Will you let me love you properly ?" , his heart was beating so fast , his body stiff as if bracing himself for the most outrageous denial or any sign of repulse from you.

"You may..."

He gently lowered you down on the bed , both of your hearts beating uncontrollably , both unsure , yet both deeply in love with each other.

He climbed on top of you , careful not to crush you , but close enough your lips were centimeters away from each other. One kiss. Two kisses. A third one and here you were , your legs already curling around his sides which made his hips stutter for a moment as he just started almost imperceptibly grinding against you , slowly , gently but most of all with love. He poured all his love into those kisses , between each , there you were smiling to each other. Sometimes nervous laughs would slip in before making out again , it wasn't rough nor brutal , it was gentle , tentative and sensual.

The night had fallen already , the moon casting its glow through the window as if winking at this beautiful union. Candles were lighted , the atmosphere - romantic , the clothes - off already. It was the first time seeing each other bodies bare and your heart stuttered and his too. Your touches were tentative at first , muscles twitching at every touch, gentle caresses to ease both your hearts. He was really careful and attune to every of your facial expressions , at the smallest twitch of eyebrow he would stop all movements , silently ask for permission over and over again to make sure you were comfortable and enjoying it as much as he was.

"Beautiful...you're simply beautiful" he said in awe, his eyes seeming hypnotized by the sight before him. He was gentle with his caresses gently kissing your lips , your cheeks , your neck all while gently rubbing against you , careful not to go too fast too soon. He would gently caress your body at every shiver of yours , reassuring you that no matter how far you've gone , you can stop it all at any moment.

Then with a last gentle loving kiss, he discovered your world , careful not to shatter it. You gasped. He gasped. Both of you paused. Tears rolled down, but not from pain , but from joy , from reunion. The slight discomfort was there yes , but the love overpowered it all. You two looked like a silly mess , both crying at how pure and loving it felt , you exchanged kisses , pressed against each other. He whispered sweet nothings to you , his voice barely audible from that overwhelming yet beautiful love he felt for you at this moment. He held you securely in his arms and just when you gave him the green light , there he was gently thrusting into you , each thrusts with a bit more love every time. His sounds , your sounds , his love , your love , his body , yours...all of it were intertwined in that very moment and neither of you wished for it to stop.

"I can't get enough of you...I..I just can't stop loving you.."

The night is gonna be very long 👀...

Doma , that snitching b*tch , hum hm..well.. tattler that he is , told Muzan after overhearing by mistake the moans sounds that came out of that indeed secluded space of the Castle.. However, he's the one that got scolded and punished by Muzan for , I quote :

"So you come here in my sacred office , pestering me with foolish and unimportant matters ? Is that right ? "

-Muzan

⋆˚✿˖° Heyy there wow like just wow I didn't even know I was capable of writing things like that 😭😭 I did say in a previous post that I wouldn't do nswf yet I wanted to give it a try for you guys so I hope you guys liked it !! I tried to keep it as subtle as I could and not really get into deep details but I hope it was pleasant to read still ! And pleaseee I loveee y'all comments so don't be scared to comment your thoughts on it !! Also I'll say it again , not as an excuse ,but as for you guys to go easy on me lol english is not my first language so there might quite the mistakes in my posts and my way of phrasing things may be wrong too and I'm really REALLY sorry I try my best to correct them ! xoxo ⋆˚✿˖°

Douma

This bastard

The Popular Vote

The livestream always happens on midnight of Saturday. There’s a hefty buy-in to be able to tune in but that never stops the audience from growing in number every stream. Every viewer has one ballot per round, each round is different. Cast your ballot before the vote ends and the majority option gets played out in real-time.

This Saturday night, I made the mistake of staying overtime at work, and I missed the last train home. Which meant walking alone on a dark path that, in the daylight, would be a breezy twenty minute stroll. But at night, it’s a different story. And clearly, since that dark trek put me in the perfect position to be taken away in a van by men who were interested in seeing me crying and screaming in pain and pleasure, at the whim of a merciless audience.

When I wake up, I’m naked and tied up, arms and legs spread out, suspended from the ceiling, with each foot on a small platform that offered enough support to take the strain off my arms and shoulders but not enough to offer any true leverage.

It takes me a few minutes to shake off the grogginess of whatever sedative they’d drugged me with, but when I do, I feel my blood run cold.

I’m surrounded by massive screens, several of which show live footage of my predicament from different angles. The screen that scares me the most is the one showing a live chat feed, with a constant barrage of messages coming in from viewers. The set-up is terrifyingly sophisticated and fear curdles my stomach in a way that makes tears well up in my eyes.

“Please! Please let me go!” I cry into the cold, unfeeling room of machinery and screens. My body struggles against the bindings but there’s no give. There’s no audible reply but I watch the chat light up with comments that make me shudder.

“I fucking love when the whores beg before we’ve even started.”

“She’s hot when she’s squirming, can’t wait to see how much she struggles tonight.”

“I wanna see her beg for mercy. Not that there will be any.”

I sob harder, tears making the chat box blurry in my vision. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out that there’s no one and nothing saving me from whatever is going to happen here.

Suddenly, a robotic voice fills the room. “Welcome to The Popular Vote. For those of you who are new to the show, please remember that each of you have a single vote to cast during every round. Vote in the allotted time and our team will implement the majority vote’s decision. Please enjoy the show.”

I gasp when the door to the room opens and four men walk in, dressed in identical black uniforms with masks covering their faces.

“Please! Please, let me go, this is a mistake!” My desperate voice fills the room but has no impact on the men, they didn’t even look in my direction, instead walking past me towards a storage cabinet behind me.

I watch through the camera’s footage as they open the cabinets and start to pull out item after item. Each one makes me more and more scared as they pull out various toys, vibrators, and other devices and machines I don’t even recognize.

There’s an electronic ding that fills the room and the same robotic voice is back. “Our first poll is beginning. Please vote now. Option 1 is subjecting our victim to clitoral stimulation by vibrator. Option 2 is vaginal penetrative stimulation by fucking machine.”

I cry out, “Wait, no, please! I don’t want this, please stop!” I watch in vain as the votes start to roll in on the screen, a feeling of helplessness overwhelming me as I watch two competing bars increase in percentage on the screen as viewers place their ballots.

There’s a robotic series of dings that sound, signaling the final few seconds of voting and through my panic, I see that the second option has pulled ahead of the first.

I choke out another sob as I watch the four men in the room start moving towards me. Two of them are rolling a machine over, a motorized piston with a massive dildo attached to the end of it. Clearly it’s meant for me.

“Please, please, no, I don’t want this, please stop!” I know it’s useless to beg but I can’t help it. My voice is shaky and thin with apprehension and I can tell it has no effect on any of the men. I glance to the chat box and the messages there make me feel even more helpless.

“That whore is going to love that machine, these little sluts always do.”

“I hope she squirts and cries when she realizes she likes this, stupid whore is going to get fucking ruined.”

In the few moments I spent reading comments, the men have rolled the fucking machine right under me and started to raise it to reach my core.

With my legs tied down and spread, there is nothing protecting me from the toy and it’s violation of me. I feel the tip of the fake cock brush my core and I thrash pointlessly, barely able to move to make a difference.

As the machine continues to rise, I feel my stomach clench when I realize that my pussy is wet. I gasp when I feel the tip of the dildo breach my core, the thickness of the toy filling me so well that I can’t help but groan. The machine continues, pushing the toy slowly and steadily filling my cunt. My back arches as I feel it rub against every part of my now-dripping cunt and I whine when it finally comes to a stop, fully seated inside of me.

I’m panting, the massive dildo splitting me open in a way that feels so fucking good. I clench around it and whimper when pleasure shoots up my spine. I glance at the livestream and see my own image, my eyes wild and body heaving from the pleasure of just having the toy inside of me. The chat box is flooded with comments about me, the way I look, the sounds I make, and the anticipation of what is to come.

Suddenly, one of the men in the room toggles a switch on the machine, and it begins.

My scream is drawn-out and wanton in response to the indescribable pleasure that floods my every sense. The men set the machine at a relentless pace, the huge cock driving into my cunt ruthlessly at a pace that is virtually inhuman.

I’m lost in the sensation of every single thrust sliding against my g-spot and slamming into my cervix, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. I can feel my body trembling at the onslaught of raw, unadulterated pleasure and the sounds that the machine is pulling from my lips could make a pornstar blush. I can feel the creeping warmth of an orgasm fast approaching as the machine fucks me into submission.

Suddenly, an electronic ding sounds. The robotic voice comes on again, with an announcement that barely registers in my pleasure-scrambled brain. “Please vote to determine the next step. Option 1 subjects our victim to forced orgasms, option 2 is edging and orgasm denial, and option 3 is ruined orgasms.”

I whine and plead but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My eyes are too unfocused to see the progression of the vote, and of the options, I can’t even begin to fathom which would be the best. I hear the three dings that signal the vote has ended and I force my eyes to focus on the screen, my stomach clenching when I see the result: ruined orgasms.

The machine hasn’t relented on its motions, each thrust driving into my wet cunt in a way that is so perfectly and achingly torturous. My clit is throbbing and part of me wishes I could grind it against something, anything to give me a little more stimulation to push me over the edge. But there’s nothing beyond the machine forcing its cock deep inside of me, making me ride the wave of pleasure that pushes me towards to precipice of a massive orgasm. I feel my entire body tense in response to the impending onslaught of pleasure and my pussy clenches around the dildo splitting me open.

Two more hard thrusts pushes me over the edge and I let out a moaning scream as I feel the tension snap and my body clenches in burning pleasure. A seemingly endless wave of overwhelming and uncontrollable pleasure slams into me as my orgasm erupts. At that exact moment, the toy inside of me a delivers a horrible jolt of electricity, one that slams through my cunt and cruelly and abruptly yanks my body away from pleasure.

The pain takes my breath away but my body reacts more to my ruined orgasm than it does the shock. My moan turns into a wail as useless pleas pour out of my mouth, tears running down my cheeks as I feel the toy continue to fuck me through the disappointment of an orgasm it forced upon me. There’s a cruel emptiness inside of me despite the unrelenting fake cock that fills me with every thrust and a gut-wrenching, unfulfilling hunger that overtakes the pleasure that was horribly ripped away from me.

“Ah, fuck, please, please make it stop!” My voice is ragged and desperate as I plead for mercy from an uncaring audience. The men in the room are maintaining their cold indifference towards my suffering as the machine under their control continues to batter my body.

I feel my body shudder in overstimulation as the merciless machine pushes me closer to another orgasm. There’s no break or respite and my pleas fall onto deaf ears.

And as before, just as I feel my orgasm approaching, the feverish pleasure barely rises within me before it’s ripped away, ruined by the delivery of a shocking pain through my pussy that makes me scream in anguish.

The next time it happens, I hear myself wail out desperate cries and pleas that are met with silence. The time after that, my body jerks pitifully in the bindings as every muscle tenses in grief. The one following is the strongest one yet, the constant buildup and denial pushing my body to the brink of tortured pleasure. As the achingly sweet orgasm barrels through me, my pussy clenches down and gushes with my release. I can feel my own juices flowing down my legs, but my squirting orgasm isn’t any different than the previous cruelly ruined ones. The impeccably-timed electric shock yanks my body back from what would have been a mind-shattering, toe-curling sensation and leaves me feeling hollow and helpless.

After that, I stop keeping track of the ruined orgasms. My body should have been shuddering from the overstimulation of countless orgasms but instead, it aches with a voracious, unfulfillable ache that creates an unbearable cycle of horrible, desperate need barely satisfied with every orgasm until it’s torn away. The predictability of it does nothing to assuage the torment, it only makes it worse, to have every beautiful moment of pleasure marred by the inevitable loss that I can do nothing about.

An electronic ding breaks through the haze, another round. The machine beneath me pauses and I choke back a sob at the temporary relief, desperately try to focus on the words that are being announced.

“Our next round will be introducing pharmacological enhancements and orgasm denial. Please select to determine which of the following will be administered to our victim. Option 1 is administration of our proprietary aphrodisiac with no excess stimulation. Option 2 is administration of our proprietary numbing treatment with clitoral stimulation by vibrator.”

My mind wraps around the meaning behind the announcement and I feel myself tremble with desperation. I want nothing more than to cum, just to feel the full, body-shaking, mind-numbing torrent of pleasure that will flood me when a full, uninterrupted orgasm washes over me. But it’s clear that they have other plans.

I watch as the votes roll in, my heart pounding as the two options are very evenly matched in popularity. I brave a glance at the chat box and whimper when I see the comments.

“I fucking love driving a whore insane with denial. I wonder what kind of promises she’ll make to try and convince us to let her cum.”

“If she were mine, I’d never let her cum again. Sluts don’t deserve orgasms.”

Three dings break my concentration and I swing my gaze over to see the results. Option 2 has won out, but barely. I whimper softly as the four men immediately begin to set up. I watch as they wheel the fucking machine out from under me. A blush stains my cheeks when I see the dildo dripping in slick, evidence of my countless ruined orgasms.

I watch through heavy lidded eyes as one of the men reached for a small container. He deftly opens it and dips a gloved finger in, his finger coming out coated in a creamy ointment.

I watch as he comes towards me, his ointment-covered fingers coming to meet my clit in a soft motion that makes me cry out. He is thorough as he rubs the ointment onto my clit, his fingers gently moving against me, offering a delicious friction that pushes me closer towards another orgasm.

The curling warmth of an oncoming rush builds in my core but before I could fully embrace the pleasure, he pulls away and I choke out a whine. “No please, please I’m so close,” my voice is so broken to my own ears but not enough to sway the man.

They wheel out a different machine, this one shaped like a saddle, lined with ridges that line up perfectly to vibrate against and wreak havoc on my sensitive clit. It doesn’t take long for the men to position the machine underneath me. I feel the cold material of the machine against my burning hot pussy and without even thinking about it, I start to grind myself against it. A broken moan leaves my lips at the pleasure that fills me and I whine softly, trying harder to move myself to rub my throbbing clit against the machine that was very quickly starting to dampen from my dripping cunt.

I know without looking at my own image on the livestream that I made for a shameful display of wanton lust and desperation but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My hips move desperately, the bindings making it so that my movements were limited but not impossible. My eyes drift shut as I chase the pleasure, continuing to grind against the machine.

I can feel myself approaching my orgasm, a few more moments and I could almost taste the sweet pleasure. But something was wrong. Even as I rolled my hips against the machine, I could feel sensation fading in between my legs. My clit throbs and aches but the feeling of the ridges against me has become muted, and no matter how hard I grind myself against the machine, the result was the same and I’m faced with the reality that the orgasm I was chasing so closely is too far out of reach now.

I cry out, begging into the void, “Please, no, please! Make it come back, please! I need to cum, I need it!”

My begs are met with silence and I glance towards the chat box, hoping to see something, anything, that would bring me relief. But there’s nothing but cruel, taunting comments.

“Dumb fucking whore doesn’t even understand what’s happening to her stupid body.”

“They haven’t even turned on the machine yet and she’s crying. I love when sluts realize that there’s nothing they can do against the numbing cream.”

“Her clit is so fucking swollen, I hope she doesn’t get a good orgasm at all tonight.”

Suddenly, the machine beneath me roars to life. I gasp when I feel the vibrations course through my body, the harsh motion batters my clit, but instead of being overwhelmed with pleasure, all I can feel is a vague sensation. I sob when the real understanding of what is happening sinks in. The numbing cream they used on me has left me completely unable to feel the machine. I can feel my pussy clenching in need, dripping over the machine uselessly, unable to enjoy any of it. There are wordless whines and begs erupting from my lips as I chase an unreachable end. I beg because there’s nothing else I can do, and because I know that’s what the audience wants to see.

As my mind wraps around this knowledge, I feel broken. My pussy clenches at the understanding that I’m here purely for other people’s entertainment. My suffering is for their enjoyment, and every orgasm ruined, denied, or forced out of my helpless body is done so without any regard to me or my pleasure. I stare into the camera as the machine underneath me batters my clit in a way that should be making me scream. Despite that realization, or maybe because of that realization, my cunt is leaking and clenching and throbbing. My entire being has narrowed to my clit and my cunt, the ghost sensations of pleasure brushing against my psyche.

My mind is fracturing under the torment of nothing. It tries to rationalize, to make feeling where there is none, and if I really focus, I can fool myself into believing that my clit isn’t numb, isn’t blind to the torturous machine that should be pulling orgasm after orgasm out of me. I don’t know how long I’m suspended in nothingness, how long I’m held in this punishing situation of unreachable pleasure.

Three dings pull me out of my mindless misery. My eyes jump to the screen, seeing the chat light up with excited comments about what’s the come. The robotic voice fills the room.

“We reach the end of our night together and our final poll, please vote now. Option 1 allows our victim to be subjected to forced orgasms after we administer the antidote to the numbing cream in combination with targeted electrostimulation while option 2 involves continued denial with impact play and flogging.”

I can’t stop myself from screaming into the room. “Please! Please, fuck, please let me cum! Please!”

I writhe and renew my struggling, starting to futilely grind myself against the vibrator, hoping that the vote will go in my favor. My eyes glance towards to chat box, my heart pounding in anticipation as I read the flood of messages, hoping desperately for mercy.

“I don’t think this fucking whore deserves to cum tonight, I’d rather see her get her tits whipped.”

“I want to see her pass out from being forced to cum over and over again. Plus I wanna see her tight little body shake with electricity.”

My eyes flit to the results of the poll and my heart leaps when I realize option 1 is pulling ahead. Three dings confirm the results of the vote and immediately, I see one of the men approach me with the antidote.

I sob when his fingers brush this new ointment over my swollen clit and all I can do is babble out whines of gratitude. It doesn’t take long for the antidote to take effect as the vibration of the toy begins to wreck me.

There’s no slow, soft build of pleasure. There’s only pure, bone-shattering sensation that slams into me. It tears my breath away and my body erupts in orgasm. The countless denied and ruined orgasms from the beginning of the night seem to have compounded into one horrible explosion of pleasure that rips through me.

I have no sense of the world around me, my entire being has narrowed to the overwhelming wave of sensation. My cunt pulses, spraying my release over the machine that offers me no respite as it forces my body to unimaginable heights.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain along my side breaks into my haze. My eyes dart over and I see the four men crowded around me, each holding an electric wand that pulses a harsh zap through me at every touch.

“No! Please! Stop!” I scream, my voice pitching higher as the men start their torment. Quick jabs around the soft skin of my stomach, hips, thighs, and arms make me scream and thrash but none of that dulls any of the feeling from the vibrator between my legs.

The pain and pleasure rocks through my body and mind, both blending together in a cruel medley that draws wordless screams from my throat. Another orgasm slams through me right as I feel a terrible zap on my nipple. The scream that bursts out of me makes my own ears ache. My psyche is cracking under the onslaught of torment and there’s not a single part of my body that isn’t screaming in overstimulation. I’m nothing more than a collection of raw nerves and throbbing muscles.

The next zap hits the exposed part of my clit and my ears ring as my vision fades to black. That’s the last thing I remember from that night.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m home, in my own bed, my body achingly sore and exhausted. I glance to my bedside table and I see an envelope. In it is a USB and a note with a phone number.

“Enjoy the footage, we certainly did. Call us if you want a repeat.”

I crawl out of bed to grab my laptop and phone, and I save the number to my contacts.

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Author's Note: I think this is my longest story yet and hope y'all enjoy! Also, I like to imagine this happens in the same universe as Pay to Play, and I'm jealous because I want to live in that universe ;)

Small thing (just to refresh my stories):

Transformers x Ballerina!Reader.

The robot that just cannot imagine how incredibly beautiful you can be, your elegance in your move, the strength in your legs, your ability to balance these two things and make it look easy. The Autobot that tried to imitate you only to fall on his feet, laughing about how silly he was. The robot that viewed with concern your mangled feet, covered in bruises, blisters, and corns. And despite all, you kept on going on all day. Your dresses, the moves, the perfect hair, hide a warrior, and that's why he loves you.

And the the decepticon, the one that view the human as inferior, and yet there you are, the new autobot human friend. He had saw you once during a spy mission, he saw you on that stage and he saw…something.

You glide on the wooden stage; you weren't like those disgusting humans; you were a shining star that could make the world shy in embarrassment by how beautiful you can be. You're interesting; you made him curious about yourself. Good luck getting away from him.

☆ Spark to Heart — Transformers x Human!Reader Valentine's HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Prompt for all of these is the bots reacting to Reader introducing them to the human Valentine's traditions!

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Autobots:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus takes the concept very seriously, encouraging his teammates to try and partake in it to respect human customs. He gets very flustered when you give him a present for the holiday, attempting to hide his blush behind his battlemask as he 'professionally' accepts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Cliffjumper ends up overthinking it a bit. He keeps second-guessing what would be perfect enough. He doesn't want to get something too obvious, but what else is there? What he does rather than a gift is setting up a stargazing date for you both

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ratchet almost wants to skip the holiday, he doesn't really see the point of it. But when finding out it's a way of showing affection, he subtly picks it up. Gave you a heart-shaped box of little energon cubes. Even if you can't really eat them, the thought alone was touching, especially with how embarrassed he was delivering it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Jazz immediately sets out to make you a mix of music. He rapid-downloads all the cheesy human love songs he can find. When listening it to you, he tries to sing along to some of them, only knowing about 1/3rd of the words. It's the time with you that matters, especially seeing you laugh at his attempts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wheeljack immediately begins building something for you, and spends the next few weeks working through lab explosions. At the end of it, he gives you a custom-made gift— a heart that folds out to reveal a ring that ended up being the perfect bracelet size for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Bumblebee takes to the idea immediately, and he snags a bunch of ideas for human customs. You get practically smothered in flowers he grabbed a servofull of out of a field, and he makes sure you have a plush that's of ample side (to him it was rather small, to you it was almost twice your size)

Decepticons:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron completely brushes off the idea once you tell it to him. A holiday all about love. How cliché, and disgustingly human. And yet, you wake up with a small bundle of roses and a little note waiting for you in the morning, and Megatron just so happened to clear his schedule... just a coincidence, he insists

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Soundwave is rather apathetic to the concept. He barely interacts with bots when it comes to romance, so his approach to humans isn't much different on the surface. On the day of, he has a schedule of hangouts for you to do together all planned out, and a collection of traditional Cybertronian songs for you to listen to

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream absolutely laughs at the notion. That's really something humans dedicate so much time and energy to? So simple, so inane. But... you are free then, right? Because he is, and he supposes there's a spot nearby that would be nice for a lunch. And maybe he picked up a box of those stupid chocolates that are in all the human commercials. Don't look to much into it, he says

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shockwave looks at it from, of course, a logical view. He tries to think about how societally it makes sense to prioritize those types of relationships, even if he's never really had time for them. He'll also show up day of with a little bowtie and an invitation to dinner for you. It's customary to have a date, and he tells you outright that you were his first pick

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thundercracker might not see the point, but he's absolutely down to hang out with you. You've been his favorite human since the beginning, why not? He doesn't really know what to do, but any time you make a romantic gesture to him, he flushes in blush and ends up nervously and very gently holding your hand

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Skywarp takes the opportunity to have fun, inviting you out with him the second he knows it's free time off of work. He offers to take you for a flight, out for some pranks, really just anything you want to make the most of the day. At the end he even gives you a gentle kiss atop your head as a thanks for the fun

"I Got Reincarnated..." (Yandere SAGAU Otome Isekai!Diluc/Reader) Common Route now available!!!

No need to download! It's a web-based game that should work on mobile too.

The art and overall story are made by yours truly while the OST is created by our beloved @naraven. There are currently 2 CGs and 2 OSTs available, and depending on the reception I might continue beyond the common route since I already have most sprites done <3

This is something I had been pondering about making for a while since my blog has reached it's 2nd year mark so I made this under 3 days. I love you all. Thank you for sticking around. Here's the link to the game. I hope you enjoy it <3.

For context, please read this fic first!

Characters currently present in this short chapter:

Captain Dainsleif, Diluc Ragnvindr, Waitress Alice & Rosaria, Chief Albedo, Prince ???????, Lord Kamisato, and Justice Ajax.

Description:

Greetings, I am Diluc Ragnvindr.  Welcome to Southern Gaciea. Unlike the North, East, and the West, the South is a tourist spot for outsiders. It's a closed off country, so outlanders will need to submit their documents to the department of domestic affairs.  Perhaps you do not remember, but you've encountered many interesting individuals upon your arrival such as…   Captain Dainsleif, the famous Western knight turned retainer for both Prince Lumine and her missing brother, Prince Aether;   Lord Kamisato, the Eastern noble who controls Gaciean trade with just a flick of a wrist;   Chief Albedo, the Head of Domestic Affairs and Chief Alchemist from unknown origins;   Justice Ajax, the unreasonable Northern politician whom I often argue with;  …And, of course, Duke Ragnvindr, the Southern Head of Military Affairs. That would be me.   It's a shame you no longer remember much of our time together, (Y/n). I assure you, I can make you feel at home in this universe. But— you're not planning to leave South Gaciea soon, are you? ♥

Dev note: pssst, you might get some extra dialogue if you put these as your name (more will be added soon cuz that aint all my moots >:((( i need to code more efficiently smh.)

Shiro, Ven, Navina, Mei, Mochi, Ana

idk

!!Just a reminder that the creator of homicipher is allegedly not a good person!!

Tweets found by this person

She allegedly said things like these…

PLEASE TAKE WHAT I SAY WITH A SPOONFUL OF SALT. Unless she is an animal abuser irl or mentally unstable i suggest not attacking her. Because that is on you if you do. Dont end up regretting it or blaming it on me

Can’t stop thinking the tall horror men of homicipher. I’m like 5ft something, so I know damn well these men tower over me…am I discovering something? Maybe 👀👀👀but I know I ain’t alone. TRUE STORY: Also there was this guy that came into my place of work moths ago with his family and he was TALL, bending down to get through the doorframe TALL but he was lovely.

So how do I imagine these boy would react if they see that you’re clearly ogling them for how tall they were.

Mr crawling

Given the fact that you’ve only seen him stand once, it was enough to have your jaw dropping to the floor. He was taller than the fucking doorway that he had to manoeuvre himself under it, and suddenly you’ve forgotten that you were being kidnapped by Mr Stitch, too intrigued by his height and now understanding why he had lied to you about his ability to stand.

He thought he would scare you but in fact made you feel the complete opposite, you loved how tall he was and you couldn’t get it out of your head, even when he’s back on his hands and knees to comfort you. The illusion had worn off and now you wanted to see him tall all the time, but you didn’t want to pressure him into doing so unless he felt comfortable.

‘You’re tall, really tall.’ You said in awe as Mr crawling coddled you against his chest.

‘Scared?’ He asked as though he was fearing your answer, which broke your heart as you nuzzled your face against his shoulder in an attempt of comfort.

‘No, handsome.’ You replied as Mr Crawling made chirps and purrs of happiness as he held you closer to him.

While he’s still not fond on standing to his full height, the fear of his intimating stature would chase you away one day embedded in his heavily, he would find some comfort in knowing that you loved his tall stature and love you even more for not forcing him to do something he clearly was uncomfortable with; preferring to shower him in kisses and remind him that whether he’s standing or on his hands and knees you loved him regardless.

Mr silvair

The man can feel your eyes on his back constantly. He knows he’s taller than most but the way you looked and admired his full height like you wouldn’t be able to anymore.

He wonders whether this was something only you seemed to have or whether other humans also felt possessed by the need to gawk at people above a certain height. Or was it just you that has this particular expression upon seeing his tall stature in general.

He would take notes of how his height seemingly did something to you that then triggered a chemical reaction within your brain to make you find his height appealing and possibly a requirement in finding your perfect romantic partner.

Or more specifically people of similar height to Mr Silvair himself or anyone close enough to his height to qualify. Mr Silvair soon deduced that you liked the domineering presence of someone much bigger than you, someone who’s able to drag you wherever as though you were nothing but weightless to them, almost like a ragdoll.

He’d soon find that this is in most cases considered a kink amongst you humans who found the height difference between partner rather erotic.

Mr Scarletella

Finds your content ogling of him flattering and thinks that it means that you were finally, finally reciprocating his obsession with you for your own obsession with him.

He’s another one who takes note of how you like how tall he is in comparison to you, always looking at him whenever he was entering the room, eyes widening when you see him having to bed down to get through the doorway, and your eyes never leave him even as he’s walking towards you; seemingly getting taller with each step until he’s in front of you and you’re looking at him in awe and hitched breath.

He’s obsessed with your expression each and every time and uses his height to his advantage. Such as doing things like putting his hand above your head and on the wall, looking down at you with those obsessive eyes of his as his smile seemed to widen upon hearing your breath hitch and eyes widen once more.

His height continued to elicit a reaction out of you that Mr Scarletella loved and adored and wanted to see more of in the future.

Mr Hood

Finds your constant ogling of his height interesting.

He didn’t know why you were so surprised he’s this tall, he’s been with you this entire time and it was only recently did your mind seemed to inform you of your Incredibly stark height difference, and bam! Suddenly he’s the subject of your constant staring and ogling as though it would be the last thing you did.

It was humorous to say the least and will earn you some head pats and cheek caresses that has you leaning towards his comforting and gentle touches.

It wasn’t something that you hide from him as half of the time you didn’t realise you were doing it until Mr Hood pointed it out with curiosity, meanwhile your left flustered as your mind held certain thoughts towards his legs, thighs and large hands.

Poor Mr Hood, he understood to some extent but after a certain point it’s better to explain to him that you find his height rather appealing to you in more ways than one.

Hello! Is it possible for you to write cuddling headcanons for Mr. Crawling and Mr. Scarletella? :D

I DO WRITE FOR MR SCARLETELLA!! I GOT U :3

Wanna Be With You || cuddling hcs

Featuring: Mr. Crawling, Mr. Scarletella

Contents: SPOILERS 4 HOMICIPHER, "Blissful Love Life" and one of Scarletella's endings that I 4got the name to

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(Based more on the Blissful Love Life Ending)

☆ it's obvious that Mr. Crawling is clingy. High maintenance, even. He doesn't force you into anything, obviously, but he'd DIE (again) and melt into a glob on the floor when you offer to cuddle with him for the first time.

☆ his love languages are definitely acts of service, words of affirmation, and touch, but BIIIIIG on touch. Source: trust me bro.

☆ whenever you're lying down, he's GOT to be either right next to you or resting on your torso and lower the same way a dog would sleep at the foot of your bed.

☆ he'd whimper and whine if you kicked him off—which you wouldn't, I hope. He's attached to you by the hip!

☆ to add onto this, you don't have to see him to know how this man instantly switches to search mode whenever you get separated. You hear from your other friends (specifically, Mr. Chopped with his gossipy mouth and his tendency to always be in dire situations) that he gets very agitated when you're away from him for too long. He also mentioned that despite Mr. Crawly's frustration, he was kind enough to bring Mr. Chopped back to safety.

☆ so... don't put him through more torture than he already is now, having to crawl and scrape his palms and knees every time he moves, and let him hold you every night!!!!

☆ Mr. Crawly doesn't care AT ALL what cuddling position he's in. He wants to hold you, he wants you to hold him—all of it is a win!

☆ he's MOST fond of sleeping right on top of you, though. He's like a weighted, cold blanket. You'd be lying on your back while he'd be lying on his stomach, smiling contently as he listens to your resting heart and calmed breathing.

☆ he also likes sleeping on top of you because he gets to shield you.

☆ idt this man is messy... he's probably gonna lay so still that you'd think he was back to being a corpse. Maybe during the first few nights, he'd be tossing and turning to try and find a position for himself that doesn't hurt either one of you AND is comfortable.

☆ you don't have to worry about being uncomfortable because yk damn well he'd be adjusting himself to suit your tastes. #ifhewantedtohewould like bffr...!

☆ anyway. He's a 10/10 in cuddling. He's really touchy, so if you let him cuddle with you, he'd be HORRIBLY sad if you didn't let him the next day.

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(Based on the ending where he becomes our prop/servant, idk)

♡ now. We all know Mr. Scarletella is obsessed in a way that parallels Mr. Crawling's. (And I'll just use "Mr. Red" to refer to him bc I'm too lazy to type his whole name out)

♡ anyway! Mr. Red isn't as touchy as Mr. Crawly. He prefers words of affirmation over everything else, but he does enjoy touch.

♡ every time you touch his hand or just hold him over your shoulder as you walk, UGH—if he were a teenage human girl, he'd be kicking his feet up with his homegirls on the phone like "Oh my god!!" and all that.

♡ anyway, as for positions; I'm torn between whether he likes ANY that has him holding you, or you holding him.

♡ him holding you: he wants to return the favour! Since you're always holding him, he wants to be the one to curl up around you, this time.

♡ he wants you to know that despite him being yours, you're also his. With a long arm slung over your shoulders and his legs just behind yours, he wants the chance to feel like he's doing something for you.

♡ you holding him: selfish fucker. He wants more of the touch you give him. He'd already do anything for you, so you might as well give him this. Right?

♡ at the same time, he doesn't have much of a reason why he wants to hold you. Maybe he just wants to. Perhaps he flickers back and forth, too, depending on the day.

♡ he's just as high maintenance as Crawly, but he's a little tougher and has his own wants that sometimes might not align with yours.

♡ he gets what he wants no matter what. You would know.

♡ but hey. The cuddles are great! Very comfy if you can take his stiffness for a couple of nights since he isn't used to it yet.

♡ 8.5/10. 5 for the cuddle quality, 3.5 for the intent...?

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I HOPE THIS IS TO YOUR LIKINGS GUYS :3 it's like. 3:47 am where I am rn... if there are mistakes, disregard them bc I probably already know about them I just don't care yet at this time of day

Mr Machete

Bonus

My new addiction

after replaying a thousand times to confirm every word, cross referencing and asking my japanese friend specifications (because some words in japanese that are in the dictionary just. dont exist in english in some cases) THIS is i think the closest i could get to a near perfect dictionary, if you wanna try it and you find anything odd feel free to tell me since i'm using it along with the jpn dictionary as a base for the mod i'm making. i tried to explain any that were confusing but tbh playing this game on english is truly hard mode lol! And yes! Some words are redundant, it's a japanese translation issue, i tried to give them nuance?? Both honestly some words are so simmilar it may as well be the same in english..

Notes: 'resident' is their specie, it's the fan given name so i used it

'Weak' is moreso untalented (to be bad at something)

'Frail(weak)' is more like vulnerable, physically weak/brittle, subject to damage

'Affliction' is because it can be disease or a curse, something that eats away at the health/body/mind, that needs to be 'cured'

'Incapacitate' is something like 'weaken', to make someone unable to hurt or move for example, or to lower their autonomy

'Like' can also be 'love', japanese doesn't really differenciate

All the verbs are placed in neutral forms (ex: to search, to find, to go, to lead, to want, etc)

if i was given the opportunity to see ghosts, i'd want the ghosts i see to be these three

Finished all of Homicipher

(Mr Chopped & Crawling I love you) man I love this game highkey hoping there’s more to come but it’s understandable if that’s all to the story/routes (that’s what fanfiction is for) also feel free to ask questions on how to get certain scenes/routes

The lore is crazy omg

Konpira Fune Fune, the drink game, with the geiko Naosome by sayaka hattori on Youtube. Naosome-chan loses =^^=

The lyrics are:

Konpira funefune oite ni hokakete syura syusyu syu mawareba sikokuha sansyu naka no gouri zouzusan Konpira Daigongen ichido mawareba Konpira funefune oiteni hokakete syura syusyu syu

Konpira Fune Fune, the drink game, with the geiko Naosome by sayaka hattori on Youtube. Naosome-chan loses =^^=

The lyrics are:

Konpira funefune oite ni hokakete syura syusyu syu mawareba sikokuha sansyu naka no gouri zouzusan Konpira Daigongen ichido mawareba Konpira funefune oiteni hokakete syura syusyu syu

this is so dumb but i couldn’t stop thinking abt it

the color of the flowers, the shadows of the clouds, nostalgic memories; leave them all at the window... icons 500x500, headers 1500x500

lorelei <3

The Vienna cast

Solomon x Ghost (Call of Duty)🏃

POV: Me being a Belphie stan/j

i would like a full breakdown of why nearly every single outfit in obey me is ugly. its not even moderately ugly, If i were to be in public with them, i would be embarrassed. i look at their sprites and am immediately filled with rage.

Humans are Space Orcs story where humans are known for our storytelling and acting abilities. While these talents are somewhat respected, there’s a major stigma against humans because we’re also the best liars.

“Humans don’t actually feel anything at all, they just mimic emotions to trick others into believing them”

“Never trust a human. They lie like the rest of us breath”

“Humans spend so much of their lives acting, it’s impossible to tell when they’re being truthful”

“In human culture, great respect is awarded to ‘actors’ who are able to mimic other persons and emotions with startling accuracy”

“Some ‘actors’ are able to ‘perform’ hundreds of unique characters”

“Acting is so ubiquitous in the human culture that many consider it polite to lie”

“Sarcasm is a common, casual game played between humans, where one human says something untrue and the other human must guess what truth they are thinking. Humans unable to perform this ritual are often ostracized by their peers”

“If you see a human crying, do not immediately assume they are hurt. Humans have been known to use their ‘acting’ abilities to trick unsuspecting travelers into giving up an unreasonable number of belongings”

“All interstellar travelers are required to read up on popular ‘scams’ or ‘cons’ performed by humans in the region they are traveling to”