#aizetsu x reader

• MIGHT have lost his shit when he smelt your blood in the air of your shared home. Like YOU'RE injured? Who in the right mind would attack YOU?

• He practically blitzed inside before spotting you and quickly found out the problem. He took a second to calm down from the delicious scent of your blood before approaching you in your cramping state.

• He'd rub your back for a little before confirming his suspicions.

• He's had wives before, even if he didn't care for them, he knows what it is and what to do for optimal pleasure at least on a base level.

• Probably researched it after seeing you in such a horrid mood and what hormonal changes were happening during your period to cause it then finding out your uterus is quite literally shredding itself apart. He now knows it is not 'just a little bleeding'.

• He is now spooked because he's in an unknown space and doesn't have the knowledge. If you probably don't have that big of knowledge on it, (which is probably common) that just scares him more but he'll never show it. He kinda sucks at that.

• He is kinda horrified at the lack of research about it, such vital cycles for the continuation of human beings and barely a book or study done about them (he gains a new perspective and is now a little untrustworthy at any doctor's appointment you have)

• Would do a study himself as a disguised doctor and find out more. He's got all the time in the world after all. Just for the knowledge, wondering how such knowledge on basic anatomy slipped through the cracks.

• He whispered to you to bring your attention on him and letting you hug him and spill out all your displeasures

• Hates how disorderly and unpredictable your periods are sometimes but never voices it

• He tried get an idea of the schedule of your period but sometimes doesn't expect it if it skips or comes early/late

• If you yell at him to get you something out of your mood swings or whatever, he'll encourage a slightly 'better' tone. He has standards after all but they only apply to everyone but him and you on good days.

• "MUZAN KIBUTSUJI!"

• "Yes my mortal?"

• "FOOD, NOW!"

• "With that kind of tone? Have you lost something my love?"

• "Food, now. Please."

• "Of course, that was much better; Now, what would you like?"

• No demon is going near you under ANY circumstances. You're HIS, his alone. He does it out of your safety because he doesn't trust his demons with you.

• He allows you to be more affectionate, he'd hate to make his darling sad and in pain without valid reason

• He shifts the temperature in his hands to warm your stomach, somehow always just right

• Lowkey uses it to push you to become a demon "You know my moon, female demons don't get periods as their bodies never grow old and feel the need to reproduce the way you do. Sounds pretty nice huh?" His sharpened nails graze your skin as he talks.

• You get absolute royalty treatment and the uppermoons bend to your will. They would rather not have you complain to Muzan and them getting whooped for DARING to upset their KING's precious darling.

• Like extremely soft with you, will deny it at every possible time and when he is soft, his hands twitch like he wants to pull away as if in a self-control game

• Overall royalty treatment, would tear apart the world for your pleasure

• "Come on, my flower. I'm here, look at me please? The uppermoons have brought you delicious human food for you. Just like you asked for. I'm sure it smells delicious to you."

Kokushibo

• Has enough self-control to endure the scent of your blood filling his senses but he is PISSED. His aura changes and everyone can definitely feel it. You'll blink and suddenly you'll feel his rough hands checking you. A certain glare in his eyes.

• Finding nothing on you, he's confused, did his senses increase? Does he just smell the blood from where it's supposed to be?

• His little confused face is the cutest thing, his eyes are a little wider and maybe an eye will twitch and a small frown will appear on his face

• You'll explain your problem to him, his mouth will make a cute little 'o' and he'll relax.

• Eventually gets it and will start expecting it every month

• He'll ask questions and stay next to you, he's not one to trust other demons either. Not like they would try anyway; any demon that gets too close feels his pressuring aura before they even try anything.

• If you yell at him, he'll have no outside reaction but there's a certain tone in his voice.

• "KOKUSHIBO!"

• "Hm?"

• "FOOD! NOW!"

• "You really wanna speak to me like that (Y/N)?"

• "No.."

• "You wanna try again? With manners?"

• He tends to overheat in the warmer months so if you need warmth and he's not busy with training or Muzan's work he'll let you take his hand hold it but no cuddles until it's generally colder and he gets to rest.

• Feels guilty because the scent of your blood makes him hungry but won't say that

• Lets you play with his hair as a stress reliever. He has a lot to work with after all. You can even try and yank it if you wish, his hair is as thick as climbing rope, you're not going to tear it nor will he even feel you pulling it

• Overall really nice, silent but there, like a calm smell in the air almost

• "Hm, my hair? You wanna brush my hair? I guess you can, I can't say it will be the most peaceful experience. It is quite tangled after all these years as I don't find the best value in it. But I have no doubt you will defeat those tangles my moonlight. You are the strongest human I know."

Douma

• The calmest about smelling your blood in the air, but he's in no way calm in a normal sense. The human that made him feel all these new things? Injured? Impossible!

• Also the most knowledgeable about what you're going through, since having been around women a lot of the time.

• He sits and snuggles next to you, "My love~, are you on your cycle? Ahh, I see, come here."

• He usually runs ICE cold so he'll probably douse a cloth in hot water and place it right where it needs to be. (he's burned you and himself a couple times by accident since he can't feel/ignores the pain.)

• His followers praise and take care of you

• He constantly praises you with physical and non-physical affection

• If you yell at him out of mood swings, he won't really care; he knows it's just hormones, right?

• "DOUMA."

• "Yes my baby?"

• "GET OVER HERE!"

• "Of course!"

• "I want cuddles!"

• "Of course, what position?"

• Overall unexpectedly amazing treatment.

• "Are you cramping baby?! Can I help it? Physical injuries aren't the only thing I can fix. Please?.."

(Gang he's losing it)

Akaza

• The angriest one when the scent of your blood is in your system. Just below Sekido and Muzan probably, he doesn't even need to pause to fight against his instincts. He cares much more for your safety over his hunger.

• He practically smashes through the door, promptly scaring you which makes your cramps hurt more

• You explain what's wrong and he calms down. His muscles still flexed from adrenaline

• His body is oddly very warm due to his short temper. His hands and cheeks make perfect heating pads!

• He gives you really strong physical affection

• His muscles make excellent pillows! If only he'd put his pride aside just enough to where his face isn't pink when you do cuddle.

• You'll have to wrestle him for cuddles, he goes easy on you and if you get in position; he'll just accept his fate and close his eyes.

• He can get really happy cuddling you but also really stiff and blushy

• Will deny it if you spot his blush and point it out

• Douma might bug you or come around just to mess with Akaza. He won't try anything but Akaza will get anxious and mad anyway.

• If you yell at him out of mood swings he blinks and just follows what you say while gasing you up with compliments. Are you challenging him? Are you angry at him? He is confused.

• "AKAZA!"

• "Yes, my beautiful, perfect, love of my life?"

• "COME HERE."

• "OKKK!?"

• You kiss him and lean into his arms, he obviously holds you while stuttering over his words.

• "Uh..thank you..Y/N."

• Overall pretty okay!

• "You want me to..lay my face on your stomach? But, uh..I can't say it'll be comfy- HMPh! Okay! okay..I get it."

Hantengu Clones (- Zohakuten, Hantengu, and Urami)

(Apologies how short theirs are, I don't have much ideas how to expand on them because I haven't written them in a while)

Aizetsu

• Gets panicky about smelling your blood, at your side as fast as he can be.

• He starts to cry a little and holds you closely

• You explain it and he's like 'oh, saddening..'

• Definitely another one to critique your uterus about being weak "Your body is hurting you over such big decisions, how sad."

• His hold is more gentle then you'd think considering how condescending he sounds at times

• He's pretty cold but he'll definitely wrap you up in blankets before holding you.

• Kinda whiny if you tell him to go away or get an attitude due to cramps or hormones

"Aizetsu."

"Yes human?"

"Off, you're cold."

"Nooo, I can get you another blanket lovee."

Sekido

• Gets FURIOUS about smelling your blood, all he really feels IS anger but like this is peak anger

• His hold on you is gruff and he snarls like a territorial animal at whatever he thinks could have hurt you

• You explain, he's like 'what?' but not in a 'I don't understand way' but in a 'THAT'S what this is?' way.

• Thinks it's 'fucking stupid' and 'a complete waste of what time you have' but tries to help anyway, don't initiate anything at first though. Tell and he'll come to you. Since he tends to be explosive and unpredictable when reacting at stimuli due to his bottomless anger

• Another walking heater, might also try like electroshock therapy (if you can call it therapeutic) to counter the cramps

"Agh! Sekido!-" You say as he put a little too much voltage into one of his fingers.

"Shut it goddammit I know!- Just stop squirming.."

"Hmph.."

"I said shush it! You make it hard to focus, laying down like that!"

Karaku

• Gets this weird feeling about smelling your blood, he's not pleased by it but he's not exactly angry just, his stomach gets an ache, but not a hunger ache. He can't explain it

• Slides into your bed and hold you, which makes you squirm at first before you see this distant look on his face, his joking, sassy nature benched for now.

• His hands, that he can never seem to get off of you, poke you in all sorts of ways, they take your mind off the pain but my GOD it's annoying

• You explain it and he goes back to 'normal', joking and poking your lower abdomen

• He's the pleasure clone, you know what he's going to ask.

• "No."

• "But I didn't even ask yet!-"

• "No."

• "It would make you feel better I promise~"

• "No."

• "More like 'no' fun."

Urogi

• Gets unnerved about smelling your blood, he's not used to it and his boundless joy is hard to overcome. He actually cares about you, and smelling your blood means you're hurt. He can't exactly be happy about that. So he's a little everywhere

• Because of his bird-nature, he's definitely the most territorial out of the clones, it's in his animal nature.

• Finds you and checks over you, rubbing his scent on you with his wings. Which causes you to explain

• He's a little stupid, and more confused but you're not injured so he's back to being happy

• Definitely another warm one, definitely wraps you up in his wings and all. Thing is he doesn't stop moving or squirming because he has so much energy

• "Quit moving Urogi! I'm trying to sleep here."

• "Sorry sorry lovey! I'm just so excited to hold you like this!"

• "Inside voice.."

• "Sorry sorry.."

Gyutaro

• Smells your blood and LOSES it, scratching at his face until it bleeds himself

• Finds you and throws a little fit or groans and complains before you explain and he kind of? understands?

• Treats you preciously, constantly rubbing your cheeks and waist while uttering sweet words

• At your side most of the time

• Steals stuff for you, pillows, snacks, you name it

• Asks Daki to help because of her disguse

• Also really rude about it but also praises you for being so strong "Such a pretty body stained with the smell of blood. You should rest more y'know? being born with such a body..."

• Really tight holds, his insecurities get a hold of him and his body makes sure you're not going anywhere. Will lighten up if you ask

• "You're still so pretty y'know..?"

• "Gyutaro you've said that 20 times already.."

• "So? I want you to know this 'period' thing doesn't repulse me y'know?"

• "You're a demon, of course it doesn't."

• "If I was human again it still wouldn't.."

• Cuddles himself into your stomach, likes being the little spoon more so you can hold him. He craves it.

• Overall you are PRAISED so do with that what you will

• "You have such gentle hands Y/N..take care of them okay?"

Daki (You're around her age)

• Smells your blood and throws a TANTRUM. Full brat behavior until she sees you're completely fine.

• She's really rude about it but only towards your uterus "Ugh, your little human body can't handle the fact you don't want kids at this age? How ugly, that's why being a demon so much better. Won't you become a demon? Pleaseeee? You'd be a beautiful demon, I know it."

• When she's disguised as an oiran, she makes the house bend to your will and comfort. The servants are allowed to give you things but are NOT allowed to touch you in any way. Their skin and touch is ugly and she will not allow it to touch your perfect, beautiful self.

• As her young mind, she can't understand your mood swings are a human body thing and thinks it's the servants' fault and punishes them instead.

• "Dakii.."

• "What did they do?"

• "Nothing, I want hug.."

• "A hug? Fine,"

• "You're not going to abandon me right??"

• "What?! No! Did one of the servants tell you that!? Who was it!!?"

• "No-"

• Really loving! Like all for cuddles at night

• Wraps you up in her Obi Sash when out of disguise to keep you nice and cozy

• Overall really sweet hidden under the rough words

• "You're so beautiful like this. Your blood smells pretty just like youuu."

Overall: You are taken care of 💥

you were horrified and also crying from trying not to laugh

then your child shouted “FUCKASS FATHER!”

the silence between you and muzan were loud

muzan blinked slowly before turning to you, and said, “this was your idea.”

you, still wheezing “well you're the one who’s cursing here”

kokushibo

your child doesn’t curse because neither you nor kokushibo do

they don’t even know what a curse word is

when another kid says one, your child will ask what is the meaning of it, “what’s a… bitch?”

and kokushibo hears this and calmly says, “do not repeat that.”

so when you opened the idea of “bathroom cursing”, it genuinely confuses kokushibo

“why would someone assign foul language to a location?”

your child thinks “stupid” is already a very bad word

they once called a old man “mean” and kokushibo was like: “strong choice of words.”

douma

the bathroom door hasn’t even clicked shut yet and your child’s already yelling, “shit, piss, damn!!”

douma? laughing his ass off outside the door like it’s the best thing ever

you knew it was him because there’s no way your 4-year-old learned “dumbass bitch” from bedtime stories

“douma.”

“yes, my lovely lotus?”

“why does our child know the word ‘skank’?”

“baby, context matters. they used it correctly.”

he even claps when your child string together a sentence full of swear words with proper grammar

and when your child said “motherfucker” for the first time, douma cried from pride

akaza

thought it was dumb at first, but agreed because you asked

walks your child to the bathroom like they’re going to war

stands guard outside like a bodyguard while little angry yells echo inside

hears “bastard bitch!” and tries not to laugh

your kid comes out calm like they just had therapy

“feel better?” akaza asks, ruffling their hair

but he does teaches them how to throw a punch instead of cursing

sekido

let’s be honest, your child doesn’t even need the bathroom pass because cursing runs in their blood.

the first word they said wasn’t “mama” or “papa”… it was “shit.”

sekido didn’t even flinch. just went, “good. speak with conviction.”

they’ll throw a tantrum and scream, “they’re all dumbasses!” and sekido’s like, “exactly.”

karaku

thinks it’s hilarious and encourages it

“oh? you’re mad? go scream about it in the bathroom, baby.”

the kid’s insults are ✨creative✨ because of him

hears “slutty crusty bitch” echo from the bathroom and proudly goes, “i taught them that one.” and his quadruplets just stare at the door, horrified, because they know how small your child is

claps when they’re extra vulgar.

you eventually have to ban him from encouraging them too much.

and he actually told you to go to the bathroom to curse which you whacked him

he bribes your child with snacks to invent new insults

teaches them to say it with flair: “say it like you mean it!”

urogi

laughs so hard he falls over when he hears them curse

thinks it’s adorable when their tiny voice yells “asshat!”

if urogi hears their curses from outside he will hype them up.

cheers like they won a sports game.

also taught your child to growl when mad like him.

urogi will then gets scolded by you for making it a full event.

the bathroom is now known as “the scream zone.”

even you can’t stay mad with how silly they both are.

aizetsu

doesn’t love it, but lets it slide

“if it helps them… i guess it’s fine…”

stands quietly outside the door, looking stressed

he winces at every word they say

they once said “dumbfuck traitor” and aizetsu nearly cried

gently reminds them afterward, “please… don’t speak like that outside…”

teaches them to journal instead, but lets them keep the cursing bathroom as backup

tries to sneak in affirmations between curses

“i hate everything!” your child will probably say after not getting what they want

and your husband will be like “but you’re still loved…”

gyutaro

was suspicious of the idea but shrugged

“tch. if it keeps ‘em from blowin’ up somewhere else…”

your child goes inside yelling “ugly, greasy, busted dumbass!” and he’s like “heh. sounds familiar.”

lowkey touched that they’re expressing themselves

but when they shout “pissface daddy” he kicks the door lightly: “hey. tone it down.”

tells them stories while they’re in there

“i used to scream in alleys. you get a whole bathroom, lucky brat.”

if they cry mid-curse, he comforts them awkwardly but gently

he stands by the door the whole time, even if he pretends not to care.

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Muzan Kibutsuji

You had been working up the nerve for an hour, sitting beside him on the bed while he read. You knew he could hear your heartbeat racing because the corner of his mouth kept twitching. Finally you forced the words out, "You... haven't eaten today." He turned a page. "I'm aware." The silence that followed nearly killed you but you pulled your collar to the side, baring your neck, your hand shaking as you did it. He closed the book and looked at you fully. "Ask me properly," he said. You swallowed. "Will you feed?... On me Please?" He gave you a satisfied expression and he turned your face away with one hand, his other settled on your thigh, squeezing its give.

He bit down without warning and you gasped, clutching the sheets. His hand squeezed your thigh again, a command to stay still. "M-Muzan," you whispered, and felt him smile against your neck, which made your face burn twice as hot as the bite. He drank in slow pulls, taking his time because your embarrassment fed him almost as much as your blood did. When he lifted his head he turned your face back toward him and studied your wet eyes and red cheeks, running his thumb across the marks on your neck. "Good girl," he said, and you buried your face in his chest before he could see your reaction, though your pulse easily gave you away.

Kokushibo

You stood in the doorway so long he finally spoke without turning. "Either come in or leave..." Your feet carried you inside before your courage caught up and you pressed your back against the closed door, clutching your robe. Kokushibo sat facing the window, moonlight illuminating across his profile. "Y-You haven't fed in days," you said to the floor. "I can tell because you get quieter--more so than usual." That made him turn. All six eyes settled on you and you fought the urge to run.

"Come here then," he said, and you crossed the room, kneeling close enough that your knees touched his. You could not look at his face so you looked at his hands instead, took one of them, and placed it against your neck. Your pulse hammered into his palm and you heard his breath catch. "Please," you whispered. His fingers curled around the side of your throat and he drew you forward until your full weight leaned into his chest. His mouth found the curve where your neck met your shoulder and he bit carefully, so carefully, and you pressed your face into his collar. He held you through it, one arm across your back, feeding in slow pulls that matched your breathing. When he stopped he did not release you. You did not move. The two of you stayed like that until your heartbeat slowed to its normal rhythm.

Doma

He was talking about something completely unrelated when you interrupted him. "Doma, stop delaying, you need to... eat." He stopped mid-sentence, his rainbow eyes blinking at you, and then a grin split his face wide open. "Are you offering? You are, aren't you? Oh~ That's so sweet of you ♥︎" He was already reaching for you before you could change your mind, pulling you onto his lap with one arm hooked around your waist. You landed against him with your full weight and immediately tried to shift off, heat flooding your neck. "I-I-I can just hold my arm out--You don't have to--" you started, but he squeezed you tighter and pressed his cheek against yours. "Why would I want your arm when I have all of you..." he brought his lips to your ear, "Right. Here?"

"D-Doma," you said, flustered, and he laughed against your jaw, the vibration traveling down your spine. "You get shy so easily, it's adorable!" He nuzzled the collar of your robe aside and kissed the curve of your neck before biting into it slowing, causing your fingers to dig into his sleeve. He hummed, pleased, drinking like someone tasting their favorite wine. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried not to make a sound, which he noticed immediately. "Mm, don't hold back on my account," he murmured against your throat. When he pulled away he licked the wound, still smiling, blood on his lips. "You taste better when you're flustered. Lucky for me that's always."

Akaza

You caught him after training, his knuckles split and healing, and you stood at the edge of the clearing. He looked at you and knew right away why you were here. "You don't have to do this every time," he said, wiping his hands on his clothes. "You went too long again..." you replied, not quite meeting his eyes. He grumbled to himself and walked towards you and stopped right in front of you. Your breath caught and you looked sideways at the trees instead.

"Hey , look at me." You did, barely, your eyes flicking over to his and then away again. He took your arm and pushed your sleeve back himself, his calloused fingers circling your wrist, and you watched his jaw tighten as he brought it to his mouth. He bit hard and fast, making you sucked in a breath through your teeth. Your free hand grabbed the front of his shirt and he let you hold on without comment. He drank quickly before pulling away and pressed his thumb over the wound, holding pressure. "You okay?" he asked, searching your face. You nodded, not trusting your voice. He held your wrist a moment longer than necessary, his thumb still pressed to your pulse, and then let go and turned away from you. "Eat something tonight," he called over his shoulder. "I took more than I meant to." Your legs were shaking but you smiled at his back, knowing he would never admit he had been careful the entire time.

Gyutaro

He was scratching at his arm again, hunched in the corner, and you knew he had gone too long without feeding because he got meaner when he was hungry. You sat down next to him and he flinched like you had thrown something at him. "What do you want!?" he snapped, not looking at you. "You need to eat," you said softly. He laughed jaggedly, "Don't start with that shit." You pulled your sleeve up without saying anything else and held your arm out toward him, your wrist bare and trembling. He stared at it and then at you, his expression caught somewhere between anger and hesitation.

"You don't have to keep doing this for me," he muttered, but his hand was already closing around your forearm, his grip too tight and then suddenly too careful, like he had caught himself. "I-It's okay, I want to." you said. His jaw clenched and he looked away, bringing your wrist to his mouth almost reluctantly, and when his teeth broke skin you winced causing him to freeze. "Did I hurt you?" The question came out accusatory, aimed more at himself than at you. "N-No--Keep going," you whispered. He finished fast, almost angry at himself about it. "You're stupid for staying with me," he said, his voice thick. You leaned your head against his shoulder and felt him go rigid and then, slowly, leaned back.

Enmu

You were already half asleep when the mattress dipped beside you and his fingers found your cheek. "Still awake?" Enmu whispered, and you made a groggy sound that was not quite yes or no. He settled behind you, his chest against your back, his arm sliding over the curve of your stomach. You could feel his smile pressed against the top of your spine. "I can feel your heartbeat like this," he murmured. "It speeds up when I touch you, even when you're barely conscious. Isn't that something~"

"Don't tease me when I'm sleeping," you mumbled into the pillow, and he laughed quietly. His mouth traveled up the back of your neck and you felt teeth graze your skin. "Enmu," you said, a half-hearted warning that made him hum against you. "Just a little. You won't even notice." He bit down gently at the nape of your neck, his arm tightening around your middle and pulling you closer. The pain felt muted and your hand found his where it rested on your stomach and laced your fingers through his. He drank slowly, his thumb stroking your knuckles in a lazy rhythm, and by the time he stopped you were drifting to sleep again. He pressed his lips to the bite and pulled the blanket higher over your shoulder. "Sleep well dear." he said with a soft smile.

Sekido

He was in a foul mood, which was not unusual, but the air around him practically crackled and you had learned that meant he was overdue. You approached him the way you always did, quietly, standing a few feet away until he acknowledged you. "What," he spit out. "You need to f-feed," you said, and your voice wobbled on the last word despite your best efforts. His eyes narrowed. "I don't need you to babysit me." he warned. "I'm not, I'm asking you to take care of yourself," you shot back, and the sudden spike of backbone surprised you both. He stared at you and you immediately looked at the floor, your face flooding with heat.

He crossed to you in two steps and grabbed your wrist, pulling your arm up between you. "Fine," he said, like you had won an argument he resented losing. His grip was hard and you bit the inside of your cheek as his teeth sank into your wrist. Your free hand reached out on instinct and grabbed his sleeve, bunching the fabric, and you felt him pause for half a second before continuing. He drank quickly and when he released you he looked at the marks and then at your face. He smoothed his thumb over the bite. "Will you stop fucking shaking already," he said but the command sounded almost like a question. You nodded while still holding his sleeve, but he didn't push your hand away.

Karaku

He found you on the porch watching the rain and dropped beside you with a contented sigh, stretching his legs out until his bare foot nudged yours. "Hey," he said. You tucked your knees closer to yourself and glanced at him sideways, "Hey." He tipped his head back and watched the water pour off the side of the roof. "You've got that look again," he said. "What look?" you questioned with squinted eyes. "The one where you want to say something but you're going to make me drag it out of you." Your ears went hot and you hid your face with your hands. "You haven't fed much lately, I'm getting worried..." you mumbled.

"Ahhh," he said, and you could hear the grin without looking. His arm came around your shoulders and tugged you sideways into him. You pressed into his side reluctantly and kept your eyes on the rain. "You don't have to make it such a big deal out of it," he said as he tilted your chin with one finger and you met his eyes for exactly two seconds before looking away. He laughed softly and kissed the corner of your jaw before moving lower to bite into the side of your neck. He hummed against you, his thumb drawing circles on your shoulder. When he pulled back he pressed his lips to the bit and kept his arm where it was. "See? All good now."

Aizetsu

You found him sitting alone with his spear resting across his lap, his gaze fixed on nothing. You lowered yourself beside him and he looked at you with those heavy, tired eyes. "You don't have to come check on me..." he said but didn't push you to leabe. Your presence almost made him smile. Almost. But when you pulled your sleeve back and held your arm out you saw his expression fracture into a combination of guilt and gratitude. "I-I don't like taking from you," he said quietly. "I know..." you told him. "That's why I'm offering."

He took your hand in both of his, his fingers pressing gently into the plush of your palm. "I'm sorry for this... Please, tell me if it becomes too much and I'll stop." he said, and you merely nodded because your throat had closed up. He brought your wrist to his mouth and bit down carefully as you clenched your free hand into the fabric of your clothes and blinked hard against the sting. A small sound escaping between your teeth. His eyes opened and looked at you apologetically. He finished with a slow exhale against your skin. "Thank you," he said, his voice breaking.

Urogi

He landed on the railing in front of you with a thud that made you jump backward, your hand flying to your chest. He crouched there grinning, wings folded, looking pleased with himself. "Haha, you scream every time!" he said. "You know I get startled easily!" you shot back, breathless, your heart slamming against your ribs. He hopped down from the railing and walked toward you. "Guilty--Now commere, I'm starving!" Your face went red and you took a step back. "Can you at least pretend to be normal about--?" He cut you off, "No," he said cheerfully, and caught your hand before you could retreat further, spinning you around so your back pressed against his chest.

"Urogi--W-Wait," you stammered, but he was already giving himself access to your neck, his claws gentle despite the rush. "But waiting's boring, you know what's not boring? You. Now hold still." His teeth found the nape of your neck and bit down sharp and sudden, and you yelped and grabbed his forearm. He drank eagerly, making pleased humming sounds against your skin. You squeezed his arm and he squeezed you back, a brief tightening across your chest. He pulled away with a satisfied gasp and spun you back around, his hands on your shoulders, his grin painted red. "Best meal I've had all week," he announced. "Same time tomorrow?" He was gone before you answered, launching himself upward, and you pressed your hand to your neck, biting back a smile.

It was just a simple text. Just one simple text he sent to you while he had a moment between his busy schedule that day.

"I'm picking up dinner tonight. Is there anything specific you want?"

He sent it to you and waited for an answer. And the fateful ding that alerted him to your reply would be his downfall. You meant to send him a picture of your favorite take out you'd previously had a picture of, but you accidentally sent the wrong one. One that made you freak out once you realized your screw up.

KOKUSHIBO:

-This man- He's stoic, calm, and he doesn't really show emotion that often. However that changes with one ding of his phone. It was just his lunch break, and he was in the break room making himself a cup of coffee when he first hears the ding from his phone. He doesn't even think twice about reaching into his back pocket to check his phone while sipping his coffee.

-A coworker turns from where he's preparing his lunch as the man with a long ponytail chokes on his drink, coffee being spat out of his mouth and all over his suit front and the floor as it drops from his hands. His coughing fit making his coworker concerned. "Michikatsu, are you alright?" "*Cough cough* FINE-" He's quickly turning off the phone and shoving it into his pocket. His face is beat red and his body tense the rest of the day as he tries and fails to get his mind back to work. You'll have a lot of explaining to do once he gets back because he's coming home with a different hunger in mind

DOUMA:

-He's in the middle of a totally legit (illegal back alley gambling-) poker game (scamming people out of money-) winning some money when his phone buzzed on the table next to him. He picks it up glancing up from the cards...his smile fades, blinking VERY slowly. Before an even BIGGER smile spreads over his face and he very calmly puts his phone back down without a care in the world. "Gentlemen, I'm going all in tonight!" "Heh. Overflating your own ego much?" "I'm just feeling lucky tonight.~" He doesn't care about it being an accident, even if you explain that to him he doesn't care. He's laughing the entire situation off and gets you a fancy dinner....and still pounds you into the mattress later.

AKAZA:

-This man chokes. Legitimately chokes on his own spit first seeing the picture, quickly pressing the phone against his chest instantly to be sure no one sees it. Blue eyes quickly darting around the subway car to be sure no one else was looking before he shakily looks again at the screen. His eyes go wide as plates seeing the perfectly posed picture of you. Why on earth would you send this?! Was this a sign?! Probably.

-His face is burning as bright as his died pink hair as he stares at it for a long time, nervously gulping down the lump in his throat and shoving the phone back in his pocket making sure the screen lock is securely on. You panic as he doesn't answer ANY of your texts or calls sure he's mad at you but he's showing up not even twenty minutes later with flowers and chocolates and the reddish face, and feeling like he's wearing the tightest pants. "Do you still want me to buy you dinner first?? Or maybe a massage? I brought roses and chocolate!" You don't have the heart to tell him it was an accident after that.

NAKIME:

-She doesn't actually check her phone at first. Too busy in a staff meeting with the Chairman and District School Board about Kimetsu Academy to check then typing up a monthly spy report to Muzan. So she doesn't actually check her phone until school's nearly out for the day...her eyes widen as she stares at the screen for a long time, hand moving aside her bangs for a moment as she just stares. For the rest of the day she's more silent than usual but she acts normal, simply leaving as soon as all her work is finished. No one can see her red face thanks to her bangs. Nakime completely avoids the subject even when she gets home and you're frantically apologizing and explaining it's an accident. "Don't do it again." Then she leaves. She doesn't want to talk about it anymore but she secretly downloads the picture and saves it for...'study purposes'.

GYOKKO:

-(Just go with human him for this) He's in the middle of helping a client pick out a tattoo when he just casually picks up his phone while talking about what colors he wants the koi fish scales. Now Gyokko is an artist. He's seen about every part of the human body both men's and women's in real life and in art form, so he's not surprised by seeing a naked body. What HE IS surprised by is seeing a picture of a naked YOU on his screen. He's surprised by it but not too phased.

-"Darling, you look absolutely divine but I'm working rn. Wait til I get home, then I'll show you how to take better pictures in limited lighting." He means that too. He doesn't care if it's an accident, he's taking your phone and showing you how to take better pictures.

HANTENGU:

-Screams and has a heart attack. Probably breaks his phone in the process. Hides away from you and doesn't ever wanna talk about it. Probably complains that you have him a heart attack for the longest time.

URAMI:

-"I'm too old for this. Don't do it again. Now what do you want for dinner?" Blunt. Serious. And doesn't give a crap. Probably deletes it or saves it and then deletes the text there's no in between. He'll be giving you a LONG lecture about this later and probably won't let you live it down for at least a week.

SEKIDO:

-Whatever is in his hands is getting crushed. The soft drink he was holding? Styrofoam cup is instantly crushed as he goes rigid, soda is split all over his front drenching him in sticky sugary soda and causing him to choke on his own spit. His face goes an angry red, phone scream threatening to also crack under his grip as he stares intensely at his phone. He's breathing heavily as he busts through the front door startling you without warning making you scream. He's heaving like an angry, horny bull. Angry you 'made him' spill his drink, and had the audacity to pull such a stunt. Knuckles white from how clenched up they were. "You're going to pay for that dam stunt!" You aren't going to be able to sit down for a few days-

KARAKU:

-Honestly he's surprised. He's kinda used to these things having a high libido and constantly engaging in intercourse multiple times a month, but he wasn't exactly expecting a nude from you. But he's DEFINITELY not against it. "Oh. So you want me to eat something special 2nite. Alright.;) Be home soon bby." You're MORTIFIED by the time he gets back and he laughs and laughs about it when he hears it was an accident. "Hey. I'm not complainin'. We can still have fun tonight tho.~" y'know dam well he saves that picture. It's a Constant funny story to him now and he brings it up all the time- "You talkin' to your friend? Careful or else you'll accidentally flash em." He's never gonna let you live it down. UROGI:

-His. Jaw. Drops. He freezes much like Sekido does, jaw frozen in a wide grin and eyes nearly jumping from their sockets. Honestly stares at the picture for so long someone might've thought he was a realistic looking statue brain processing the picture. When he finally moved the first thing he does is SAVE that dam picture and sends three words that scares you. "On my way" When he finally does get home there's no warning, no time for you to say anything before he grabs you faster than what should be humanly possible and growls like a beast, eyes feral. "My little chicky likes playing dangerous games.~" he legit doesn't care if it's an accident. You're not walking the next few days after.

AIZETSU: -He doesn't even suspect a thing as he's working and just checks his phone automatically upon hearing the ding. However as soon as those dark blue eyes see the picture he completely freezes, as if someone pressed the pause button on a video. Eyes big and staring at the screen, he can't look away, his brain struggling to process what exactly he was seeing. Eventually he does respond by turning a bright red and slamming his phone on his work desk, one hand running through his black locks. He doesn't answer his phone as you spam him with apologies and explanations, but Aizetsu doesn't answer assuming it's just more pictures.

-It's pretty awkward when he arrives home and you have to awkwardly explain to him that you didn't actually mean to send it, showing him your texts as proof. He's quiet and red faced the entire time until he suddenly moves, quickly finding yourself hugged by him mumbling under his breath- "I need you now. Please." He's been suppressing his urges for hours now. Won't you help him relieve it?

KAIGAKU:

-This man doesn't know what's coming. If he's holding anything it's dropped in momentarily shocked, before his hands gripped the phone like it was suddenly turned into gold. His eyes darkened the longer he stared at that one picture. The only text he sends back is a picture of himself buying protection. You're utterly mortified when he finally bothered to show up with a smirk on his face leaning against the doorway. "You like to fucking tease me don't you?" You can't respond because he's already kissing you, running his hands everywhere on your body. You decided to delete anymore spicy pictures of your phone to be sure this mistake didn't repeat. However Kaigaku now thinks it's weird not to send anymore pictures.

GYUTARO:

-Poor baby boy doesn't have the slightest idea of what he's getting himself into once he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone. That cup? Crushed. His eyes? Poking out of his head like a cartoon character. He ends up with slushie crushed all over his front, and doubled over in a coughing fit so intense that passerbys give him a look like he was a dying man. Eventually he gets a hold of himself and ends up staring at the phone with shaky hands, palms sweaty, face a beat red, and staring down at the picture on his phone.

-His eyes slowly take in the details of the picture like it's a fine painted portrait, and to him it is. He swallowed thickly before shaking hands type in a reply. "Ume is staying at a friend's 2nite. On my way now." You're absolutely mortified by the entire situation, but knowing your boyfriend's insecurities, you decided to save yourselves both embarrassment and pretend that it wasn't a mistake when he eventually turned up with tight pants and a take out bag of burgers for after he impatiently takes you on the sofa.

KOKUSHIBO:

*Genuinely honest? He literally had no idea there was lipstick markings on his face. Legitimately neither did anyone else when he showed up at a meeting.

*He had just let his wife hold his face and kiss his eyelids sweetly before he came over. He was a usually stoic man but there's no way he'd refuse you wanting to kiss his face over and over again before he left(he's putty in your hands) and would've let you continue if Muzan didn't summon him personally.

*The problem is that mans rarely blinks, so no one legit can tell that there's bright red lipstick on his eyelids until after hours of sitting there silently listening to Muzan's tantrums on not being able to find the spider lily, he blinks. Its fast and short but it was enough to cause Muzan to pause staring at him.

*"Why do you have those?" "Those what?" "Lipstick marks. On your eyes." He's confused by the statement until he gets a chance to look at himself in a mirror closing two pairs of eyes and freezing at the sight of your kiss marks on his face.

*He's calm but mostly shocked. Slowly blinking his eyes before reaching up an arm to wipe his face on his sleeves a small smile on his lips. He's going to be having a talk with you later for pulling a stunt like that...but he's not against you covering his face in kisses again in private.

DOUMA:

*You really think he's not above letting you kiss him all over and leaving marks all over him? No..if anything this man is on his knees so you don't have to strain on tip toes to kiss him.

*He's already closing his eyes and puckered up wanting your love and affection after being deprived of it for decades. Tbh doesn't even notice the kids marks all over his face, too busy smiling like a dope ass you kiss his forehead, nose, cheeks, and other parts of his face.

*Probably won't even notice how his cult are looking at him awkwardly or confused or looking away flustered until someone takes him aside after his sermon to let him know.

*is he embarrassed? Not in the slightest. In fact he's proud to show off his love marks. Makes him feel like its a way to show others that he's yours as much as you're his. Low key wants you to use different colored lipsticks to plant multicolored kiss marks on him to match his eyes.

AKAZA:

*He's a big simp for you. So if you even mentioned wanting to kiss his face, he's hugging you gently and practically giving you silent puppy dog eyes for the affection. He just wants his pretty girlfriend to love him and secretly loves when you hold him. He has a cuddle need.

*Absolutely melts into putty when you squish his cheeks and kiss him over and over. He's mumbling how much he loves you with literal heart eyes rn. Which is why he growls angry when he's summoned for a meeting and taken away from you.

*Unfortunately also too angry to realize that he didn't wipe the obvious kiss marks on his lips, forehead, and cheeks so when Douma started laughing uncontrollably at him, he didn't even notice assuming the blonde was being an asshole as always to mess with him.

*To busy yelling at Douma to realize everyone ELSE is also staring at his face as he throttles Douma. Eventually someone breaks the silence (probably Douma between laughs) and Upper Three freezes in embarrassment. His face going a deeper pink than his hair.

*Cursing out Douma still embarrassed and ripping his vest off to rub at his pink face. Douma is not going to let him live this down. EVER.

NAKIME:

*Doesn't mind it if you do it and at the same time doesn't care. Her face is 85% covered by her hair anyways so even if you leave kiss marks on her ninety percent of them would be hidden to everyone else but the two of you.

*She takes at least twenty minutes staring into a mirror at herself however, staring at the kiss marks for a long long time especially if it's the first time you've done this. She'll wipe it off eventually with a smile on her face. Eventually she'll kiss you once back to get revenge.

GYUTARO(ft Daki's reaction:

*You'd probably have to either catch him off guard to do it or really, really, REALLY convince him to let you do it. It's not that he doesn't love your kisses, he's just not super used to anyone giving him genuine affection.

*Eventually you're able to kiss his face while you're cuddling and he can't get away. Eventually he just melts letting you kiss him all over until Daki starts whining and demanding his attention again after so long.

*He gets up with a grumble not realizing that there's bright red lipstick marks on his face and goes to calm her down from whatever tantrum she was throwing. Something about a girl bullying her. However she stops as he enters the room before bursting out in laughter. His confusion quickly turns to horror as she points out his face.

*From now on you're not allowed to wear lipstick while you kiss him. He's too embarrassed to speak about the incident.

*Daki does however recommend different lipsticks and shades for you to try out if you'd really like to get her brother flustered. A dark green to match his hair really has him flustered. Pouts if you don't give her a kiss on the forehead.

HANTENGU(+CLONES):

*Adores it strangely enough. Once you get the idea in his head and do it the first time, he's crawling back to you whenever someone upsets him and clutching onto your dress tugging at it and begging for you to kiss him better because whatever person was mean to him for no reason again. Unfortunately once the other clones see him covered in your kiss marks prepare for the others to come bugging you outta jealousy.

Sekido:

*How did you even convince him? He thinks the entire concept is entirely stupid. "What is even the point of it?! It's useless!!" Is his answer every time he sees Hantengu or one of the other clones covered in lipstick. He genuinely thinks it's dumb, until you finally convince him to let you do it. Reluctantly he does to get you to shut up. Man goes red in the face as you covered his face. He's drawing a blue screen staring at himself in your mirror. This is NEVER going to be spoken about EVER again!

AIZETSU:

*The first after Hantengu to get them. He literally comes to you crying with watery puppy dog eyes and literally begs you to give him the same treatment. He's so cute like this you can't say no. The others are literally very jealous of him when he just curls around you hogging your attention and shows off the marks he's gotten. From now on he develops the habit of crying and begging for more kisses. The marks are an assurance that he's yours.

UROGI:

*BOY. IS. READY!! As soon as he sees you giving out kisses he's on you like green on clovers. Literally. He's scooping you up into his arms before anyone else can get to you, flies off somewhere if he has to before sitting down in anticipation. Won't admit it but he's self conscious about his claws so if you kiss his claws it'll make his heart skip a beat. Lowkey gives cute sparrow chirps as you kiss his forehead.

KARAKU:

*(warning for slight innuendos) You're playing a dangerous game if you decide to give Karaku his round of kisses like he's been begging for. But he won't just want it on his face. He'll want you to kiss his neck, his lips, his chest- You refuse as he implies more that has his dirty mind racing. He pouts no matter how much he flirts and brings it up but you don't budge. He'll whine and complain about you being no fun, but he'll settle for you kissing his mouth leaving his lips red. Likes to tease the others about him making out with you more.

URAMI:

*Probably the most impatient out of ALL of the clones. He literally just scoops you up and holds you up out of reach like a kid unwilling to share a toy. Holding you up to his face and bluntly stating- "Kiss me." It might've been romantic if it wasn't so blunt and he sounded like he hated the idea. In reality he just wants it as soon as possible.

ZOHAKUTAN:

*Doesn't get it. Though he cares about you like a big sister he thinks it's gross but pouts if you don't at least give him a small kiss on the forehead when he appears.

GYOKKO:

*"SO ARTISTIC!!" Are his words when you first suggested the idea to him. You're telling him you want to put on lipstick and leave kiss marks all over him? Uh YES PLEASE!!

*It's all just another form of art to him and in a way it is. The paint is your lipstick, the paint brush your sweet lips, and the canvas is his beautifully gorgeous face!! Of course this man is going to let you put kiss marks all over him! Has no shame about it either.

*He's blushing the entire time you do it and takes an entire hour in the mirror admiring himself. Low key he's probably gets you a lipstick that matches his aesthetic. Purple or light green so it better matches.

*He doesn't wash it off for a long time after and you're later given a blank white vase he wants you to decorate with more kiss marks.

KAIGAKU:

*Like Sekido you'd have to REALLY convince him to let you do it. Of course he refuses at first giving all the usual excuses. "NO! It's stupid! Why would I even do that!?" and "I said NO! Stop asking already!!" Eventually he gets tired of you asking him and one day just throws his hands up and reluctantly agrees to let you do it but with conditions.

*This is the ONLY time he's letting you do it and it's going to be strictly PRIVATE!! You happily agree if it meant just being able to do it. He's scowling the entire time he watches you smear on lipstick and pucker up to kiss him. He complains about it the entire time but makes no move to stop you from planting kisses all over him.

*When you finish and he looks at himself, he goes blank. Mind buffering as he stares at the red kiss marks on his face ... Before he eventually grumbles wiping at his face as you giggle. He's red in the face yelling it's stupid but he actually doesn't mind you kissing him again.

A scream tore through the still air, deafening and feminine. You thought you might’ve recognized the voice of another servant girl, a member of the latest set you’d found yourself a part of. You grit your teeth. You would not be eaten, or whatever those deformed creatures planned to do with you. Your body would not serve as meal for your unmakers.

Every little movement was tortuous, from the batting of your eyelids to the struggle to get your arms underneath you. You pushed up, wood and tile heavy against your back, but only gained a few inches before your strength gave out and it all came crashing down. The marble slab collapsed onto your ankle with renewed vengeance, twisting the mangled joint even further. If the disappointment hadn’t been so overwhelming, you might’ve been able to feel the pain. You were sure it had to be agonizing.

It was just as your vision began to flicker in and out, in and out that you heard the remnants of a screen door slide out of place, desecrating footsteps passing over sacred ground. In one fluid movement, the bone-shattering weight on top of you was lifted and flung to the side, leaving only a shower of dust and ash in its wake. Your current savior, soon to be murderer fell into a low crouch in front of you, arms propped on his thighs. Those water-bright eyes moved over you, gaze idle and evaluating. You’d been the first to get a good look at him and his kin, after the chaos erupted in the temple’s courtyard but before you’d all been told to seek haven inside. His appearance was just as terrible and just as monstrous as you remembered.

“Pitiful,” he muttered, lips turned downward into the ghost of a frown. “Don’t worry. I’ll put you out of your misery before the others get here. Urogi’s going to want to eat you alive.”

He reached out, attempting to bring his hand to your neck, to crush some vital part of you the same way a farmer might slaughter his livestock. Fury raged, hot and indignant. You lashed out at the last second, catching his thumb in your teeth and biting down.

It was a wretched attempt at resistance, really. You didn’t even break the skin, much less do anything that would cause him any real harm. Still, the beast reared back, a throaty growl tearing through pursed lips. You watched with a sense of pleased vindication for any signs of anger, displeasure, but rage wasn’t what fell across his expression.

If you didn’t know better, you might’ve said he almost looked surprised. Maybe a little pleased.

You didn’t realize you were crying until his hand found its way back to your face, this time cupping your cheek and drawing long, broad strokes across your skin with his thumb. Abruptly, you were aware of the tears staining your cheeks, some dried and some fresh. You cursed under your breath. You had the energy to cry, but not to help yourself – or better yet, end yourself. The only thing more humiliating would’ve been throwing yourself on his claws as soon as he’d crossed the threshold.

“Like a frightened animal…” His delight was apparent, his mild shock more subdued. Again, your anger flared. You didn’t want to die at the hands of something surprised by just how weak you’d turned out to be. “Like a rabbit. A poor, trapped rabbit.”

He glanced over his shoulder, as if waiting for someone he knew to expect. When the sounds of death and suffering remained distance, he turned back to you, a half-smile beginning to tug at his lips. “Can I tell you something?”

Your voice was little more than a croak. “No.”

“I don’t have much of an appetite. Karaku’s enough of a glutton for the four of us.” Apparently, you hadn’t even managed to say anything at all. If the way he soldiered on was anything to go by, at least. “They don’t care about me enough to question it. We’ll tell them that I’m saving you. That blood loss would have spoiled the taste. There’s nothing more depressing than a ruined meal.”

Your stomach dropped at the reminder of blood and flesh. You must’ve worn your horror on your face, but again, he played oblivious, only letting his hand slip under your chin and tilting your head back. “I mean, you don’t want to die here, do you? That would just be pathetic.”

You did. More than anything, you did. You wanted to be with your sisters, the other attendants they’d already cut down. You wanted the pain to end.

But, if you died now, your fate was certain. Your body would be torn apart and whatever scraps were left would go on to feed your butchers. At least, if you were alive, such realities could be delayed. If only long enough to come to a more self-serving end.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak. A nod was all you could manage – so shaky and so meek, you could hardly believe he’d caught it at all. But his barely-there smile widened ever so slightly and then your limp body was being swept into his arms, pulled against his chest with all the tenderness of a wolf taking a fieldmouse into its mouth. You refused to linger on the comparison.

Instead, you closed your eyes, rested your head against his shoulder, and tried not to notice just how cold his skin felt against yours.

~

You rested your head against Aizetsu’s bicep, keeping your eyes soft, half-lidded and your body relaxed. You were tense enough to cut through stone, of course, but he liked it when you kept yourself pliable for him. In the past weeks, you’d learned to do what he liked.

The demon sitting across the room did not like you. Aizetsu tended to keep you away from his brothers (well, as away as you could be in the hollowed cabins and mansions and countryside homes they tended to occupy, all freed from their owners through predictable means), but exposure was inevitable. Karaku seemed to think of you as a toy, one that would inevitably be passed on to him once the novelty faded. Urogi, true to Aizetsu’s prediction, wanted to take a bite out of you. And Sekido…

Sekido loathed you to your very core.

You could feel his eyes boring into you as Aizetsu fished a wild-berry from the bowl resting on the short-legged table and held it up to your lips. You accepted it willingly, sinking further into his side, and Aizetsu beamed. He’d been smiling more and more, but he seemed to cherish all emotions outside of that vacant, teary-eyed misery he so often fell into. Joy was a particular favorite, but the tranquility of indifference and the security of satisfaction weren’t far behind. He could get angry too, but you’d only seen that side of him once. It was after you had told him how well your ankle was healing, shown him that you could stand on your own, joked that you might be able to run away from him in a few more weeks. He’d held your wrist tightly enough to bruise and made you apologize for being so selfish until you’d lost your voice.

You made sure to steer him away from anger, now.

“Disgusting.”

Right. Sekido. He was still glowering on the other side of the sitting room, gaze narrowed in a show of pure, unadulterated vitriol. You did what you could not to squirm.

“He’s mean, isn’t he?” Aizetsu half-whispered to you, making no particular effort not to be heard. Another berry. This time, his thumb lingered against your lips before abrupt pulling back, his hand falling to your thigh. “Don’t listen to him. I couldn’t ask for a prettier little pet.”

Sekido grimaced in apparent revulsion. You were tempted to do the same. A drawback of newly discovered emotions, you supposed. He didn’t seem sure just what to do with them.

“I’ll be blunt, this has—”

“Aren’t you always?” He smoothed over the wrinkled fabric of your robes. “Just looking at your face makes me feel so dejected.”

“This has gone on long enough,” he finished. “I’ve allowed it to continue far too long already. We’ve been separated for months. It’s left the others restless and turned you delusional.”

Aizetsu’s attention was already drifting. He ran a single clawed finger through your hair, laughing under his breath. “I found ribbons in the mistress’ chambers. Let’s make you even prettier after this, alright?”

Your cooperation was unnecessary, but you nodded regardless. Sekido’s frown flattened into a thin line.

“He’s not listening.”

It sounded like an accusation, one directed unfairly at you. Scrambling to remedy his irritation, you managed, “I’m sorry, he’s just—”

“Keep your mouth shut,” he cut in, all bared teeth and plain-faced fury. He slammed both hands into the tabletop, and you stiffened against Aizetsu’s side – his softened expression hardening in an instant. “I’m going to be nice. You have until the next sunrise, and then we’re coming back together. For the good of the host.”

His voice was cool, his tone even, but there was an undercurrent – something playing underneath his words. A sedated sort of ire. The type of malice that’d been given time to simmer. A grudge.

“I don’t know.” This time, his venom was nearly strong enough to taste. “Maybe a wild animal will get to finish what you haven’t.”

Aizetsu, for all his willful oblivion, seemed to hear it just as clearly. He straightened beside you, a hand dropping to your knee. “And what’s going to happen when I’m gone?”

It was strange – how you’d come to feel the differences in Aizetsu over such a short period of time. One moment, he was still beside you, trapped somewhere between displeasured and indifferent, and the next, he had Sekido on the floor, one hand around his neck and the other shoved down his throat. There was an awful, visceral tearing noise as Aizetsu drew back. In one hand, he held Sekido’s crusted airway, his head rolling into some forgotten corner. In the other, he held Sekido’s tongue, torn out by the root.

The sight alone was appalling. The heavy scent of fresh gore, sickening.

The awareness of what Aizetsu had just done and what the consequences would be, crushing.

Tears were already beginning to well up in his eyes, as irrational as they were self-loathing. He snapped toward you. “I had to.”

Everything in you itched to run. You considered the state of the body underneath him, the look of desperation stitched into his expression, and decided that there were better ways to die. More dignified options. “Of course, ‘zetsu.”

“He was going to take you away.”

“I know.” You patted your thigh, and obediently, he closed the distance between you, resting his head in your lap. His hands curled around your ankles, pointed talons threatening to cut into flesh with every little movement. “I understand, too. You did well.”

“…I did?”

“Mhm. And I appreciate you looking out for me.” The stench of blood was almost overpowering. Your vision was starting to swim. “But what are we going to do now?”

His eyes darted back to the disparate piece of Sekida. Abject misery was quickly replaced with something resolute, something determined. Something new.

Unfortunately, like every other new thing Aizetsu experienced, he could only express it in the worst possible way.

Your body was hauled off of the floor and into his arms in a heartbeat. A jolt of pain ran through your bad ankle, but you bit down on the inside of your cheek and did what you could to ignore it. Aizetsu was already muttering, again, already running his fingers through your hair – whether to soothe you or himself, you couldn’t tell. “He’ll be back soon.” An airy sigh, his face nuzzled in the side of your neck. “We don’t have much time.”

“You didn’t answer me.” You tried to pull away from him, but his hand found the back of your head, keeping you in place. “What are we going to do, ‘zetsu?”

He laughed, the light sound muffled by proximity. You could feel tears against your cheek, hot on your skin, but when you caught a fragment of his expression, his grin was wider than you’d ever seen it.

“We’re going to be together.”

~

There was no pretense of remaining with his brothers. When Aizetsu said he wanted to be together, it was clear that he’d been picturing the two of you alone together.

You walked through the night, keeping a distance from human villages and avoiding the harsh, untrodden paths his other halves tended to favor. More than once, you thought about trying to slip into the forest, to run farther than he could chase you. More than once, you thought of Aizetsu’s pointed teeth and sharpened claws and decided against it.

(The discourse was the worst part, really. You wanted to die. You needed to die, but it couldn’t be by Aizetsu’s hand. You couldn’t give him that. He couldn’t take everything away from you, not again.)

The sky was just beginning to lighten when you came to your destination – a ramshackle shine too far from the nearest outpost to be properly maintained. Aizetsu brushed aside the moth-eaten curtain as he carried you over the threshold, kept you on his lap as he all-but fell to the floor, his back to the long empty altar. Part of you had become thankful for the contact, the way he curled around you so protectively. The rest couldn’t help but feel leeched from, as if he’d still found a way to consume you.

“We’ll be safe here,” he muttered, bringing a hand up to brush your hair behind your ear. “For a time.”

You leaned into his palm. “Only for a time?”

“For as long as we need to be,” he amended. “Until we’re finished.”

Finished with what, you couldn’t be sure. You swallowed, letting your mouth fall open, but the question you meant to ask wasn’t what made it off your tongue.

“There’s another way to keep me safe, you know.” And then, when he hummed, “You could let me go.”

You braced yourself for anger, rage, fury of the worst and more selfish sort, but all that met you was Aizetsu’s soft laughter. His hand fell to your hip, then the curve of your thigh, encouraging you to straddle his lap. You did as you were bid.

“Do you know what it was like? Before I found you, I mean.” He sighed. “Rage feeds itself. Joy and pleasure only burn brighter as the centuries go by. Sorrow, though – it spirals. Even the dullest melancholy eventually grows into despair. The others could sustain themselves. I could only pass the time. That was my role. I wasn’t meant to enjoy it.”

He leaned forward, his lips ghosting over your cheek before dipping to throat and settling. “But you— you make me feel warm. Terrified, and angry, and so happy I could cry. I don’t know if I could go back to the cold, anymore.”

He pulled you closer, your hips quickly slotted against his. The closeness was unbearable, the shape burning into your inner thigh unmistakable.

“Ah.” He caught your wrist, pressing your palm flat against the growing bulge. “You’ll help me, right? It’s not as if I’d be in the position without you.”

You shook your head feverishly, but Aizetsu wasn’t paying attention. Clothing was brushed aside, skin exposed to open air, and his hand cupped yours, curling your fist manually around the shaft of his cock. You could feel your throat tighten, something in your chest beginning to ache. Physical intimacy hadn’t been a threat you’d thought to plan for. Honestly, you’d assumed that Aizetsu wasn’t interested.

It must’ve been yet another new side of him. Horror and revulsion accompanied the realization that you must’ve been the one to dredge it up.

And he was already disgustingly hard, too. Beads of arousal dripped over your knuckles, his cock pulsing against your palm. He guided you messily, moving your hand in a mechanical, rigid pumping motion, only pausing to whine or keen. Every noise that slipped past his lips seemed too breathy, too weak. It was hard to believe they came from the same person currently keeping you trapped in an iron-clad vice grip, fangs bared against the side of your neck.

You could feel his mouth moving. Not to speak (you doubted anything coherent could’ve made it out through the sounds of his own animalistic panting), but to lap at your skin and nurse mindless, bone-deep bruises into whatever he could reach. Even his affection was sloppy, saliva dripping down your throat, your chest. There was too much. His mouth was watering – a predator drooling over its prey.

This time, you knew you were going to cry. You could feel the pressure building up behind your eyes, tell that your vision was beginning to swim. Your unrestrained hand shot to your face, furiously wiping at your face, but there was nothing you could do to hold back, to stop the tears before the flood broke through your half-hearted defenses. Aizetsu beamed against collarbone, abandoning his half-formed love bite in favor of running the flat of his tongue over your cheek. Out of instinct more than intent, he moved your hand that much faster.

“I love you.” The words were a jumbled heap, all but spat out. You would’ve given your life not to hear them. “Say it back to me. P-please, say it back.”

You tried to. You really did try to, but all you could manage was a wretched, fractured sob – barely audible over Aizetsu’s groans and that awful, slick clicking. It didn’t matter. The moment your lips parted, his mouth was on yours, swallowing any sound you could have made. There was a release of tension, the foggy awareness than he’d bitten down on his own tongue, and then, you tasted blood.

The pain was instant and incinerating.

It was hard to pinpoint what exactly was wrong. One moment, Aizetsu was kissing you, forcing his bitter blood down your throat, and the next, you were the gentle oblivion of all-consuming agony, the very fabric of your being tearing itself apart and forming something new. Your vision went white. The blood boiled in your veins. You were burning from the inside out.

You couldn’t be sure how long it lasted. The pain acted as a paralytic, keeping you lodged against Aizetsu, trapped in his arms. You might’ve screamed. You might’ve not. It wasn’t as if you had any way of hearing yourself over the racing of your own heart in your ears, over the cruel tenderness of his laugh. By the time the pain finally began to dull, the sun was rising. You could feel something cold and thick against your lower stomach, but that suddenly seemed secondary, unimportant.

The only thing that seemed to matter was your own hunger.

You curled your hands into fists. Pointed nails burrowed into your palm, stronger and sharper than should’ve been possible. Curved fangs pushed awkwardly against your lips, and you felt the strangest urge to dig them into something, to tear and flesh and gnaw at bone until you’d snuffed out the craving. Your eyes found Aizetsu, still calm and content beneath you. Inch deep scratches striped his chest. You must’ve lashed out at some point. It was only a shame you couldn’t remember.

“What did you do to me?”

He cupped your cheek and leaned forward. The kiss was gentle, shallow, more out of exhaustion than any sort of precaution. When he drew back, it was only to press his lips into your cheek, to savor the tears now burning tracks into your frigid skin.

“I love you,” he muttered. His tone might’ve passed for melancholic, had it not been for the look of pure delight painted across his expression.