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notapradagurl7 · 6 months

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Back To You.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @planetblaque @wide-nose-and-wonderful @soft-persephone @henneseyhoe @hxneyclouds

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black chruchgoer! / Plus Size Fem!Reader.

Word Count: 3,499k.

Warning: cheating, dirty talk, spanking, exhibition kink, soft Franklin, dominant reader, oral, (male receiving) a submissive Franklin, praise, begging, raw sex, (wrap it up) size kink.

Summary: After ending the relationship with Franklin on the same night he murdered Kevin, he got out of jail, he realized that he had gained control of everything except for the fact that he needed you back. Upon returning, he discovered that you had become a committed churchgoer and were torn between him and your boyfriend who was a youth pastor. However, Franklin wasted no time in proving you're still his.

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The night remains etched in your memory, as if it happened just yesterday. The streets of Los Angeles South Central were lit up by red and blue sirens. Tears welled up in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks and mixing with the taste of salt, as you helplessly watched Franklin being taken away from you by police officer Wright. As you stood outside, a brisk and cold wind brushed against your skin. The ink black-sky shimmered with myriad shiny stars. The bright orange glow from the streetlights illuminated the neighborhood.

Amidst this heart-wrenching scene, you tightly hugged his mother, finding solace as she wept, her tears leaving stains on your gray tee shirt and shorts. You stared intensely at the police car as it drove away, its dark blue color reflecting in your deep brown eyes. You longed for this to just be a bad dream, but it was all too real.

You were aware that you had mentioned waiting for him until he came back, but you couldn't sustain the commitment. Instead, you resorted to sending him a couple of letters to update him on your life.

However, he always seemed to have an uncanny ability to find out everything. He was too intelligent to be oblivious, wasn't he?

Franklin softly pushed the brown double doors and they shut loudly behind him. all eyes were drawn to Franklin, causing a collective gasp among the church attendees. Even the choir halted their singing. Franklin gracefully maneuvered through the group of black women, who instinctively made way for him, as if he were Moses walking through the Red Sea that God parted for him.

Franklin's gaze fixed on you as he noticed your conversation with a tall young man, with his smooth brown skin and deep brown eyes. The brown-skinned male with you was clad in a deep blue blazer and matching dress pants, sleek black slim-heeled loafers. It was evident that he was around your age, as his radiant smile met your presence. Unexpectedly, the young man tenderly pecked your knuckles, his actions not going unnoticed by Franklin's watchful eyes.

As Franklin's intense gaze met his, the young man returned the fearful stare. Franklin recalled his name, having conversed with Jermone about him before. He was none other than Xavier.

He carefully observed your attire as you wore a maroon cream colored blazer and a matching pencil skirt, which accentuated your curves. Additionally, your raven box braids were tied up in a ponytail. The church folk were astounded, their eyes grew wider, and the whole church fell into a hushed silence, as if witnessing Satan's unexpected entry into heaven, without seeking God's approval.

Amidst the embrace of walnut wood pews, adorned with plush red cushions, you spun around on your heels, gazing upon the majestic sight before you. Your brown eyes fixated on the man stepping toward you with a sly grin curled upon on his beautiful face, Below your jet-black heels, the brown hardwood floors. A pair of sturdy brown doors beckoned towards the outside world, while the four snow-white walls enclosed this sacred sanctuary.

He was standing before you, and it was hard to grasp the fact; that he was still so handsome. His rich dark skin was beautiful, and his lips remained full and tempting, inviting a gentle nibble. The divine touch of The Creator was evident in Franklin's form, leaving you silently speechless.

He had not changed out of his deep blue collared tee shirt paired with sleek black pants, crisp white Adidas shoes, and black socks.

“F-Franklin?…” you spoke softly in confusion, your gaze lingering on his.

You approached him, encircling his slender waist tightly with your arms, experiencing the comforting touch of his embrace against your skin. In response, Franklin reciprocated with a gentle smile and replicated the same gesture. embodying a familiar warmth you thought you would never feel again.

“Hey Y/N, I've missed you," Franklin whispered, his voice filled with genuine emotion, as he pulled you closer into his embrace. Resting his chin atop your head.

"I missed you too, Franklin and how are you?" you asked in delighted tone, your voice slightly muffled against his chest.

Franklin chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling the top of your head and moved his head to take a look at you, "I've been good, handlin’ business as usual.” he grinned, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glimmer.

Xavier cleared his throat as he watched the two of you from across the room, a small frown formed on his lips. He could sense the magnetic connection between you and Franklin, and it made him uneasy.

But Xavier knew better than to interfere, he strolled casually over to join the pastor near the red cushioned pews.

“Is there someplace else we can talk?” Franklin asked softly, aware of the number of eyes on the both of you.

“Of course, we can talk at my place..” you suggested, your voice filled with both anticipation and uncertainty.

As you both exited the church, a leisurely stroll ensued down the sidewalk. Paying no mind to the eyes following both of you, your steps instinctively veered right on the concrete pathway to your door, guiding you up the solid concrete steps. The rhythmic click of your shoes resonated on the chilly surface as you halted in front of your cherished home.

Retrieving your keys from within your black tote purse, you deftly inserted them into the keyhole and turned them with a slight jingle. your free hand rotated the brass doorknob and gingerly pushed the door ajar, granting both of you passage into the warmth and comfort of your home.

"Make yourself at home Frankie," you added, shattering the stillness as your voice resonated. you closed the door behind you with a gentle click. enveloping the room in a comforting embrace.

He smiled to himself at the nickname you'd called him from when he was younger. As he stepped into your house, a wave of familiarity washed over him. The warm chocolate brown and toffee decor greeted him, instantly making him feel at home.

The air was filled with the aroma of vanilla and rosemary, lingering from the extinguished candles. The brown couch sat proudly, facing a sleek television, inviting him to relax and unwind. under the brown hardwood floors and carpeted rug.

The walls were adorned with a soothing toffee hue, a snapshot of the two of you, captured in the innocence of youth and the bliss of love, before that fateful night that changed everything.

“I got the letters you sent to me while I was in the pen, you wrote how you missed me and wished I would've stayed with you that night…” Franklin mentioned softly, his eyes locked on you.

You knew it was already too late when you assured him that things would be fine - you couldn't stop yourself from begging him to stay, because any slight deviation and he would be out of your grasp. Unable to endure the waiting any longer, you missed him. Franklin wanted to keep you away from his drug trade.

Although you weren't entirely innocent, you were aware of his involvement in drug dealing and his retention of Leon as a protector.

You took a seat on the armrest of the couch and faced him, “Why didn’t you stay with me Franklin? I know you did what you needed to done but I could've helped you or protected you…” you pleaded with a shaky voice, your hand resting on your chest.

You took a seat on the armrest of the couch and faced him, your face softened upon gazing at his beautiful face. Fuck, he was so handsome.

"Franklin, why didn’t you stay with me? I understand you had your reasons, but I could have helped or protected you..." you implored, your voice quivering with emotion, your hand instinctively finding solace on your chest.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you Y/N, I didn’t want you in this shit, if Kevin would've listened to me then maybe things would've been different. But I can't change what happened," Franklin sighed, his voice heavy with regret.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words. The pain and regret in his voice were palpable, and it tore at your heart.

Franklin hesitated briefly, inhaling unsteadily, before locking his gaze upon you. He moved nearer to where you were perched on the armrest, raising his index finger to lift your chin.

His deep brown eyes met yours, using the pads of his thumbs to softly brush away the tears that almost trickled down your face. "I hate to see you cry like this, especially when it's because of me," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

He cradled your face softly, feeling immense sadness as he witnessed your tears, observing how the shiny streaks of tears marked your beautiful brown complexion.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. But all you saw was raw vulnerability and love. It was a risk, but you couldn't deny the pull you felt towards him.

"I still have a boyfriend, Franklin," you admitted, your voice trembling a bit with uncertainty. "He's a youth pastor at the church."

Franklin's thumbs swiped over your cheeks, his eyes pleading with you. "Y/N, I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But I can be the man you deserve. Just give me a chance."

You took a deep breath, feeling torn between the two men in your life. But deep down, you knew that your heart still belonged to Franklin. He was a part of you, and no matter how hard you tried to move on, you couldn't deny the love you still felt for him.

“We both know that I'm the one you want to be with, not that church boy..” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

You let out a small sigh, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and affection.

"Franklin, Fine, I'll give you a chance. But you better not fuck this up again, or I swear I'll kick your ass."

Franklin chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, trust me, Y/N, I've learned my lesson. And if I do, you have my permission to kick my ass all the way to Timbuktu."

You feel a sense of relief wash over you, As you moved closer to kiss him, your lips effortlessly moved over his full lips, which felt gentle, moist, and comforting, as you gently nibbled on his lower lip. The room was filled with the gentle smack of your lips meeting his.

He tasted the sweet mango flavor of your lip gloss, a low moan escaped his lips. You playfully nibbled on his teeth once more. weight of the past seemed to fade away, replaced by a glimmer of lust.

“I missed you so much..” you whispered, your voice barely audible against the hushed ambiance of the room. Before kissing your forehead, Franklin sank into the plush, brown suede couch, his arms casually draped over the headrest.

"I'm here now, come closer," he invited, his voice taking on a seductive tone. It had a low, husky rasp that sent shivers down your spine. His hands skillfully unbuckled his sleek black belt, his teeth gently biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

You sauntered over to the couch, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. Standing before him, you watched as his pants and boxers slid down his legs. His dick sprung free from the deep blue fabric and stood at attention, his sheer length made your cheeks grow hot, “Aww, you're so big..” you cooed, you pecked the tip of his dick. You heard him say 'fuck' under his breath.

His discarded pants landed softly on the rug, while his hands swiftly removed his shirt, throwing it across the room.

Meanwhile, you unbuttoned your shirt slowly, savoring the anticipation. The sound of the buttons coming undone mingled with the soft rustle of fabric as you unzipped your skirt. Your clothes gracefully cascaded onto the carpet, joining his in a heap of liberation.

“Aww, did you get this big for me?” you cooed amusingly, your tongue grazing your fully glossed lips.

Your hand stroked his length with the veins of his dick protruding against your fingerprints, Franklin threw his head back onto the plush cushion as his hands instinctively gripped the headrest of the soft couch, “Y-yes I-it’s all for you. I promise..” he moaned raspily, He thrusts his hips into your hand. In desperate need of friction.

You watched his glossy precum seep from his slit, and your tongue eagerly tasted it that flowed, eliciting a moan of pleasure from you.

“Good boy, you taste so good just like I remember..” you praised, cradling his face in your hand.

His hips buckled forward in your hand, his moans escaped in raspy breaths and a flurry of ‘fuck’ spilled from his lips. Your tongue flicked along the tip of his manhood as your other fingers gently caressed and played with his balls, causing a trickle of saliva to cascade down to his wetted balls.

"you look so pretty like this.."

With deliberate movements, you circled your index and middle fingers between his wet balls, eliciting a hitched gasp from his lips. "Please, fuck me baby," he pleaded, his voice filled with need. Your gaze met his, witnessing his face scrunched up in pleasure and the tightening of his balls between your fingers.

“I want to hear you beg for it baby..” you mumbled, taking him in your mouth. Your head bopped up and down on his length gradually, moaning around him.

“Please fuck me..” he moaned again, his lips quivered in response.

“Again..” you urged on, stroking his length faster with your spit sticking to your palm.

“Baby girl, I want you to fuck me… please!” he groaned, his brows knitted together in pleasure.

Franklin desired friction and sought to feel your walls around him, his dick slick with your saliva. He encouraged you with hoarse cries to intensify your suction, as your cheeks formed a hollow around his penis.

Franklin craved you like a drug, he watched your saliva trickle and coat his dick. His gravelly moans urged you to suck harder, you moaned around him. Just as his dick reached the back of your throat, a prolonged, breathless moan escaped him, his hand pushed your head deeper. “Just like that, oh fuckk..” he groaned again.

The pinnacle of pleasure drew near for him, evident in the way his face scrunching up. As his warm ropes of cum erupted onto your tongue, you instinctively swallowed every ounce. The intoxicating sound of his whispered praises enveloped you, heating your skin and electrifying your thighs as you pressed them together.

You pulled away from his dick with a wet pop, You made him struggle for breath, his chest rising and falling as you gasped for air. you took a seat onto the couch, you chuckled at Franklin, “You’re such a nasty woman..” He chuckled with a grin, pecking your lips twice.

You were lying comfortably on the couch, while Franklin turned around as he hovered over you, gently pulled off your mismatched pink underwear and playfully tossed them across the living room, as your back reclined against the soft cushions. He unhooked your black bra, causing your full breasts to sag gently, while his tongue glided over his full lips.

"You're so beautiful Frankie," You whispered to him gently, while your thumb caressed his cheek tenderly, his lips planted a warm kiss on your palm.

Franklin showered your knuckles with affectionate kisses, savoring each gentle touch of his full lips as he adoringly locked eyes with you.

“Not as beautiful as you..” he whispered, his voice filled with adoration.

“oh f-fuck..Frankie..” you moaned lowly, your hand resting on the nape of his neck, feeling more of his warm mouth around your nipple. He watched you break apart in pleasure underneath him and put back together in bliss.

Franklin's hands gently cupped your breasts, bringing them closer together. Leaning down, he delicately flicked his tongue against your nipple, causing it to respond eagerly.

He enveloped your areola in his mouth, suckling it with care. Simultaneously, his other hand massaged your other breast, leaving a trail of saliva on your now-sensitive nipple. Overwhelmed with pleasure, “Oh shit, Franklin…” you kneed lowly.

Your hand rested on the back of his neck as his warm mouth continued to rub between your sensitive peaks. As he observed your body shaking, he reveled in the joy of bringing you both pleasure and contentment.

“You're still mine?” you asked playfully, a smirk curled up.

“All yours, gorgeous..” he replied with a grin, there he goes again. Showing off his handsomeness.

He tenderly pushed his dick between your labial folds, causing you to let out a soft gasp of pleasure. Franklin filled you completely, and you instinctively held onto his shoulders for stability. Sensing your reaction, he paused, his concerned gaze fixed upon you.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes..." you whimpered. In response, he lovingly kissed your tears away and your lips twice, expressing his affection.

He resumed thrusting with an intense desire, fully immersing himself in the moment. Leaning closer, he observed your face scrunched up, as your essence enveloped his member, saturating the cushions beneath your thighs. Your fleshly walls embraced him tightly, providing a perfect fit. "Does he fuck you like this?" he whispered hoarsely, his thumb pinched your sensitive nub, now coated with your arousal. He moaned again, overwhelmed by the warmth of your pussy.

He swiftly turned you over and spanked your ass, admiring the jiggle as he firmly held your asscheek in his hand. “Would it turn you on if he saw getting fucked like this?” he asked, watching himself fuck you deeper, you gasped in response. Meanwhile, he continued thrusting into you from behind and planted tender kisses along your back.

"Does he?"

Your hands cradled his face, drawing him nearer. "Oh god, no he doesn't.." you whined, mentally consumed with thoughts of him filling you completely with his essence. Franklin desired to fuck you so profoundly that Xavier would fade from your mind.

He intensified his movements as your loud moans echoed, resembling as if you were dying. ”I know he doesn't..” he groaned lowly, He threw his head back.

Your stomach was tied in knots with your nails clawed at his back once his tip kissed your cervix over and over again, “I-i’m so close..” you whined, your mouth went ajar before you could utter a peep. Your essence gushed around his dick completely, “that’s my girl..” he spoke with pride.

He gradually withdrew from you as both of you stood up from the current position, After painting your tummy white with his warm cum onto your stomach, Franklin wiped away the remnants of his essence using a moist green washcloth from the nearby closet. In a state of exhaustion, he panted heavily. He threw the washcloth in the hamper.

You were certain that you heard enchanting melodies from angels resonating in your ears, although your physical presence was in the living room with Franklin. You understood the need to inform Xavier, but for the present, you could savor this instant spent with Franklin.

"You're gonnna leave that church boy right?" he teased, his smile curled up.

He nestled his face affectionately in the curve of your neck while Franklin snuggled up to you. "Yeah, i just gotta find a way to tell him..." you whispered softly, your voice barely audible.

Both of you held each other tightly, wrapping your arms around each other, as he lovingly kissed your warm brown skin.

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knaveprints · 3 months

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10 Years of Black Sails!!

I only just got into watching the show this month and its already become something very special to me. I'm glad to have seen it and very glad it exists.

I don't have much to post for the 10 year anniversary of the very first episode just a very quick walnut-ink redraw from episode 2, but I wanted to put something out for the place this show has found in my heart.

(also i'm a bit late, and the date is wrong but timezones)

#black sails #10yearsblacksails #art #my art #fanart #illustration #toby stephens #captain flint #james mcgraw

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helloescapist · 6 months

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(HELLO HELLO I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL!!💮 I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOUU FEEL FREE TO IGNORE ME!!) so this is a KNY x kitsune uppermoon y/n!!

So the upper moons three (aka kokushibo, douma, akaza,) hearing about this new uppermoon demon and when kitsune y/n came into the infinity castle and introduced they're self they were really sly and cocky about it! What would there reactions be like??

(Also in this y/n uses a fan like douma but more detailed she is also a nine tailed fox in this!!)

(if you wanna add more stuff to y/n feel free to!! Just make sure you have fun and you are healthy!!)

-🦊

hello, hello 🦊

This is a very fun ask! I did my absolute best with what you gave me, and I hope that it meets your expectations! If you'd ever like to add more details to this reader feel free to stop by my inbox, I was a little pressed for time, and wanted to stick to as much of the details as you provided me. I had so much fun imagining a powerful, bold woman in the upper kizuki.

Beneath the Veil + Headcanons | The Upper Three Moons

Word count: 3237

Setting: Uppermoons x kitsunefemreader! (new addition to the Upper Moons)

Content Warnings: mentions violence/gore

Summary: the newly inducted, fourth moon introduced to the Upper Three Moons.

A/N: So, because the kitsune has a tendency to play back and forth from good to bad in Japanese folk tale, I chose to base the reader off of kumiho, the Korean fox demon as they are more prone to being depicted as maneaters).

The delicate hues of ambered glows that emerged from the darkness. Struct to life with a single cord, a note plucked from the night that gave birth to thousands of flames as though called damning phantoms to their duty. Cast to spent eternity in hell, guarding the depths of the hallway through the infinity castle. Glows that echoed across infinity, danced upon shadows across tatami mats. Traced silhouettes upon silk bound by lacquered panels. Deep walnuts met exquisite shades of wood that elicited the envy of foreign porcelain. Delicate as they were immaculately selected a testament to the lord of hell himself, soaked in the blood of innocents that had built the unattainable fortress; soaked with an ominous glow that threatened to snub the life of those who entered its corridors.

Each strike upon a chord a threat that abducted its victims from their refugee, dragging them to the depths of hell to answer their master’s call. A sharp note that once bore warmth, now a whisper of death’s welcome, the musician’s long lanky fingers danced across the strings. Nails gouged notes that screamed of treachery. Hair reminiscent of ink spilled in vein, dreams that would never attribute to any merit, music drowned by the depths of night to never be heard in the light of day as etched into the instructions upon her skin, and guided her siren calls. A single strum far more than capable of calling forth the undoing of man, devoid of emotion in each calculated placement. The upper ranks each a preference of their own space, save for the few.

The attendees less than they had been in prior attendance, the caution she bid with each press of her rouged lips in greeting to the newly arrivals. The first Upper Moon savoring his space, and secrecy as he so often craved. A figment of past eras, poised as the markets that etched upon his skin and refined as the well-practiced long fingers that tipped the lavish ginseng tea to his lips. The lush spread of black hair that captured the envy of the night draped upon his shoulder. The compose straight of his back, perpendicular to the floor beneath him, his ankles tucked beneath him as straight as the line that formed at his lips. Content to himself, the notes of melancholy are a mere tune to enjoy in sacred solitude.

Unlike the bickering of the two upper ranks before the biwa player. The second moon quickly seeks out the company of the third. Sunkissed hair, as pale as bright as the sun’s rays that met against sheltered, porcelain skin. Dewy flesh as soft as imported cotton, as lavish as freshly spun silk that met the highs of his thick ebony eyebrows. Playful iridescent eyes that captivated the light delighted in hues of kaleidoscope twinkled as they toyed with their prey. The number of his ranking etched into his irises. The wave of his hand jovial despite the tense atmosphere, and his voice as harmonious as the false kindness touched upon his features. Subtle childlike expressions that concealed the vile aspects of his personality, mocked sympathies as he whispered concerns to the stress lines that blossomed at Akaza’s brow. The tilt of his head projecting artificial concern, “Ah, I was so sad to hear of Hantengu and Gyokko.” Cooed as the way he attempted to draw near the Third Moon, the equip of betraying his façade. “I was so worried about you Akaza.”

A mere growl the only evidence of speech dormant within the tense expression bore by the redhead. His doll-like crimson eyelashes furrowed dripping with spit as he averted his eyes from the taunting blight. The markings at his brow crinkled, and creased at the highs of his cheeks, the shade of midnight etched into his flesh. Wrinkled at the grit of his teeth, the amber of his emblem eyes quivered at the clench of his muscles. Restrained trembles resolved agitation confined to the hierarchy embroiled on his mind from the prior meeting of the upper kizuki. The small growl of at the base of his throat, threatening the vein that drew at his temple. “Oh dear, Lord Aka, you’ll wrinkle,” the predatory nature in which he considered drawing his nail at the outer marking upon the Third’s cheek, with draw upon the strike of a biwa cord resonating within his bones. The corner of his lips rid of any tease of concern, elicited amusement and joy. His canines revealed as the happiness emulated his features, “My, my, it would seem our new little fourth has arrived, I’ve heard rumors. I’m so excited to meet Lady [YN]. To think, she is so close to acquiring your rank, Lord Aka—” Shattered fist that drew upon the bottom of the Second Moon’s jaw. Snapped bones fragmented and teeth that struck the floor. Splatter of black blood, followed by the press of silence. The delight warm in the demon’s eyes despite the dislocation of his jaw torn from the hinges of his skull.

“Akaza,” slow and stern. Deep and rich, drawn authority. “You will show respect.”

The hum of his voice resignation in the quiver of his shoulders. The touch upon his vest offering no concealment, exposed to the calculating gaze of Doma, who merely delighted in the well place fear of his subordinate. The growth of his jaw snapped and grotesque as the grin that met at his teeth. “Ah, Lord Kokushibo, you’re so considerate, but please, we wouldn’t want to scare the little Fourth Moon.” Mocking, and depraved of sincerity the glint upon his gaze, a den of wolves at all angles. The first moon merely detached and appraising the arrival, the Third posed and ready threatened at the new arrival while the second merely delighted at his unease. Satisfied as the clank of the koma-geta intentionally drummed to the slants of the wood. Each step deliberately falling in line with music unheard by the remainder of the Moons.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” warm and harmonious as the steps that echoed upon the wood flooring. Rouged lips as vibrant as blood matched only by the hue lingered upon your gaze. The compelling marking of your ranking etched into your eyes, drawn to predatory slants. Movements fluid and as the sway of your hips, unbothered by the delicate embellishments, gifts of slayed lovers catching in the lantern glows. Luminescent as the fires within your eyes, the pout of a smile forming, at the reveal of your upper thigh, the fold of your kimono exposing skin to the night air. Shoulders born, the draw of your hair long and luxurious. Intricately weave and revealing the lavish nature of odango, curled upon impossible lengths, questionable so, and hinting upon the figments of magic as the press of the fan, a false pretense of a docile woman. Conveying only one that cultivated your pray, drew attention to the depths of your clavical and the heave of your breast, as well as the canine that revealed in your smile more than enough to elicit the wrinkle of the Third’s nose, and the further grit of his teeth. Demure and coy as the roll of your shoulder in a mock bow, the bend of your knees in greeting to the Upper Tier moons. The curl of tails falling at your back, toyed upon the steps you drew forward in greeting, poised in charm. The plush of your tails, traced upon by Kokushibo counting as they swayed, unable to conceal the nature of your being. The dangle upon the hair pins, harmonious, and musical each pitch falling upon the screams of torn lovers devoured in the dead of night on a rendezvous turned blood bath. The draw of their appeal tempting Doma to curl his fingers from one specific one. A delicate one, intentionally placed, as fragile as blown glass. Aged and polished, bearing an unspoken significance standing apart from the others as revealing as the smile Doma bore the callous of his finger drawing to allow its jingle.

The snap of your fan swift, a clatter that drew Lord Kokushibo’s many eyes, observation and traced upon movements nearly missed upon Akaza’s. The threat poised in your stature, revealing the concealed lethality as your fan cupped under the Second’s chin forcing his jaw and his attention to your own. “Careful, I’m not certain you can afford my services.” Delicate and struck upon the biwa cord intended to maintain the façade of seduction slipped between venom.

“Oh my,” Doma purred despite the obvious tension of disarray upon the Infinity Castle, predators poised, and mistrustful. None among you willing to entrust yourselves with one another, and such clear disrespect while portrayed as playfulness etched into unspoken territories. “They say, little foxes never reveal their true selves.” Delighted and warmed, allowing his chin to press into the fan at the quip of his grin growing dark and sinister as they traced the guarded the embellishment, “but there is always something that gives them away.”

Beneath the Veil Headcanons | Kokushibo, Doma, and Akaza

Initially, your presence has agitated Akaza. He places a significant importance upon his battle prowess, and any new addition to the Upper Moon draws his focus. Most commonly, it’s because he desires a challenge.

Adores the opportunity to combat a new opponent, especially one who is immortal, and able to rise night after night, and free him from his boredom.

However, in your case, the flow of your pride, and the confidence in each of your steps elicits his ire. The draw of your rouged lips, touched upon intentionally placed laughter, callous and artificial as the Second Moon’s, and at first, your resemblance to the upper rank is more than enough grounds for Lord Akaza to hold you in contempt.

The ranking just below his, he thinks, no is confident that he could eliminate you from the rankings if not for his Achilles heel. A woman amongst the Upper Ranks, while not impossible, or something he has not happened upon before, yet the dire situation that the Demon forces have found themselves against the Slayers, the opportunity to evade your existence as he had Nakime, and Daki is unlikely.

Close quarters, and frequent meetings he is stuck with the eyesore (you), and he is bitter. Aware that finding another replacement for the Upper tier will only elicit Muzan’s ire, and so he is left with little choice but to accept the stain of your smile upon his night.

Endure the taunting and teasing, regardless how much his skin recoils at the linger of your touch. Internal war, if only you were a male his stance would be far simpler.

Though of course, as a newly inducted Moon, you are unlikely aware of his aversion to women, and it’s easy to take such slights personally. Just as the way you conduct yourself leaves the impression that it is fully your intention to toy with him, only furthering his contempt.

Yet, as time goes on, and small details of each of your pasts, or positions are revealed whether in little slips of having to frequent each other’s territories, or one slipped from Doma, who just delights stirring the pot, you’ll discover that there is more to your compatibility than initially believed.

The reality is that you are both by nature in desperate need of trust to cement your bond whether romantically, friendship, or just work peers. But it will take so much time, or mere forced together orders from the Master for him to accept your partnership on various missions.

No matter how I look at it, tact-wise, Muzan is likely to keep you within Akaza’s vicinity. Ironically, Akaza believes he is safeguarding you when in reality, you’re his caretaker.

Intended to shield him from the depths of reality, and sweep away any potential female opponents that may stray into his range. It’s going to be difficult, and one full of back and forth cutting remarks. Both of you are prone to being fairly forthcoming with your communication and ires, and as such, communication is likely to flow quite a bit better than it would with the other moons.

Both of you are fairly adaptable, and makes the work relationship easier to navigate in the flow of battle.

As one who utilizes a fan, the only difficulty is that your fighting stances are a little more difficult to navigate, and will take trial and error. Especially as Akaza does not desire your assistance—nor accepts you as a warrior.

You are not prone to being on the wavelength, and butting heads will come rather routinely for the both of you, but I imagine that Akaza will falter in most disputes.

Not because you haven’t entirely pissed him off, but as he remains traditional at his core, and values the more historical entanglement men and women have had for centuries.

Although, admittedly, your inability to shy away from conflict may actually delight him.

I mean, he’ll never admit it, but you discover that he is far more willing to seek out your company, allowing more time to actually remain around you.

Seeks to protect you, though there are little threats aside from the remainder of the UpperMoons tha could pose a threat to your existence, and because of this, it won’t be difficult to catch on to the fact that Akaza actually just enjoys your company.

though he cannot articulate why that may be.

Oh the dynamic duo that draws exhaustion from all parties in your vicinity. He delights in your pluck, and is instantly smitten with you.

Oh, he delights in the banter, in the opportunity to go blow for blow. Unlike Lord Akaza, your gender means very little to him aside from the fact that if the Second were to perhaps take a small nibble… the thought has crossed his mind you will be delectable.

Far more delicious than those of his worshipers, or any courtesan.

Craves the moment in which he may finally infringe upon your bites. Though it will not be any time soon—you are in no rush to challenge him for his placement, and thus taking a nibble out of you will result in Lord First’s clear disapproval, Lord Akaza has more than expressed his disgust at his tastes, and he is certain that the Master would not accept searching for a replacement.

Which may secure his existence, but he’s not confident enough to make that bet, and so for now, Doma will just delight in peeking beneath the veil.

He has a natural talent for sniffing out the details you do not wish to dispose, such as the aged embellishment you safeguarded upon your meeting. It’s so pretty.

What if he were to break it?

Oh the thought gives him amusement, and because of this, he will push and play. Press nerves, but beneath it, the cold and guarded exterior you often display, is not fooling him.

Just as his false pretenses are not luring you to any deceptions any time soon, you are well aware that Lord Second is not as dimwitted as he pretends to be.

No, rather, you are so faithfully aware that the smallest part of you cannot understand how Lord Third does not see the way the cult leader lures him time, and time again.

You are both adapt at processing, and because of this, there leaves little missed opportunities for the both of you. An opening, and similar fighting styles will make for a lethal combination.

While you have the ability to seize tactical movements, Doma has the ability to prey upon emotional weaknesses, only furthering your opportunities.

Sadly, it’s the consistent skipping over small details that could lead to the downfall of the both of you. While Doma is more than willing to get to know you.

Oh he adores the challenge, and welcomes it as it comes, or he forces it. He so desperately seeks out company, perhaps due to his own upbringing and staleness of life, you offer a rare treat amongst the mundane, but if you are wishing for something more there will be a complication of how forthcoming Doma himself avers to be.

The real question is if either of you are willing to reveal your hands, but the teasing is more than delectable.

The oldest of the Upper Moons will show very little interest upon your arrival at first. The reality is that for the swordsman, many such as you have come, and gone just as swiftly as they have arrived.

He is aware you are a mere last minute addition composed of pressure from the Demon Slayer Corps, and as such, he has a tendency to meet your inclusion as little more than formality.

Keeping to the hierarchy, and unspoken protocol of the kizuki. Yet as you continue to linger, and force yourself into his company, little things such as expressing that you will be seeing him soon, and falling through with such sentiments is likely to gain his interest.

Especially if you follow more formal, traditional methods that are reminiscent of the Edo era. Intuitive by nature, the both of you have the ability to make decisions regardless of how complex the situation may be.

Such formalities, and flow of your time together, the way he finds himself allowing to come undone, and touch upon past selves, he’s curious. So to the point he would not admit to such, and yet, you have caught his attention.

For you, it is the fact that Lord Kokushibo, renowned for his reclusive nature has taken up an interest in you. While it’s true that he will not be changing his nature, nor can you expect him to grow more extroverted.

It is not who he is, and never will be, you will delight in the way he entertains your company. Quietly awaiting your arrival to his accommodations, the sudden appearance of a second tea cup upon your arrival, and engaged conversation.

You know you are warming up to him. The blunt approach to the both of your natures is a contribution to the flow of discussions, and as such there’s a warmth that comes naturally between the two of you should you only give it time.

However, that’s the catch. It will require a depth of time but you’re both immortal so… you are not one to dispose of your hand, cloaking yourself rather than readily reveal vulnerabilities, and the same can be expressed by the Upper Moon.

Your bond is one that is unspoken, and is as natural as the flow of the winds and breath within your lungs. A natural understood, able to see each other for who you truly are, and as long as you allow yourself the ability to accept the time it will take—you will find that your connection is one of sparks.

If it is a romantic connection you are seeking, you may find yourself savoring his touch, and the callousness of his hands. The quiet purse of his lips as he listens to your recent encounters, and the small smile that forms at his lips.

If it is not a romantic connection you desire, then you will find friendship will come just as easily, but ultimately, a work relationship will be one in passing.

Not a partnership in which you routinely work together, but rather a co-worker that you have a great repertoire with.

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flavors of jjk characters

amateur set of aroma associations. aromatherapy is my little relaxing hobby, I am not a perfumer

Satoru Gojo woody-musky composition with light floral notes. The fragrance fits snugly to the skin

Suguru Geto oriental woody perfume. his hair and clothes smell of palo santo, he carries a trail of kitchen spices and petricore (Satoru calms down and says even "sobers up" from this fragrance, when you need to put your thoughts in order, Shoko calls him "honey wood")

Shoko Ieiri among the mixed smells of latex gloves, formalin and cigarettes, her fragrance consists of one tuberose and sounds weak, almost imperceptible

Utahime Iori nothing came to mind but the scent of white lily and lemon peel

Yuki Tsukumo I think a refreshing playful composition of neroli and pepper with notes of grapefruit would suit her, while poorly hiding the smell of rubber and metal on her hands

Choso camphor and tea rose

Mei Mei fragrance of cashmere, black currant berries, ginger

Kento Nanami sun-warmed trees, oak and fresh aquatic notes on warm days, in cold weather he will be warmed combination of guryun balm, bergamot and pomegranate peel

Hiromi Higuruma restrained fragrance of clary sage, cardamom, lavender and cedar

Yuuji Itadori orange, sage, vetiver I think Yuu is not picky, it is normal for him to use a 3 in 1 shampoo with an indefinite smell, he has not yet decided what exactly complements it, he uses different probes that Nobara gives him as a present, but most often unconsciously chooses compositions with orange

Megumi Fushiguro green tea and oak moss, smell of cleanliness, which happens to washed laundry with a powder without fragrance, brought from the cold into the warmth of the room

Ryomen Sukuna strong vanilla at the beginning and after it sounds deeper with bitter wild herbs and pine needles, supplemented with tobacco, orchid notes and musk, completely eclipsing the original suffocating sweetness

Uraume cotton, fresh figs and burnt laurel leaves

Tsumiki Fushiguro pink pepper and lily of the valley

Toji Fushiguro woody-resin fragrance with animalistic notes and tobacco (he smokes, his hands and clothes smell of strong cigarettes)

Junpei Yoshino ylang-ylang, cumin, cucumber

Mahito something incongruous, for example, the smell of moisture and sweet rot of autumn leaves, a diluent for oil paints in combination with patchouli or vanilla

Yuuta Okkotsu jasmine tea, soy wax, juniper

Toge Inumaki fennel, rosemary, sea buckthorn leaves

Nobara Kugisaki I don't associate with anything other than perfume Funny by Moschino

Maki Zenin watery violet fragrance

Momo Nishimiya peony, freesia, geranium, amber, frankincense, powder (oh, no, Mai, it's not grandma's perfume, it's called a mystical witch fragrance)

Mai Zenin white pineapple strawberries, tobacco dust and cloves

Kasumi Miwa is something powdery, delicate and barely perceptible iris or verbena

Noritoshi Kamo woody earthy fragrance with a hint of salt and almonds. his hands smell of suede, ink and coffee beans

Kokichi Muta ozone, bigaradia, nutmeg, licorice and musk

Aoi Todo perfumed deodorant with lime, nutmeg, basil and chamomile tea (to calm the rage in the chest in the spa evening)

Kirara Hoshi patchouli, rose and chocolate shampoo

Kinji Hakari iron, spruce, red apple and fire smoke

Mimiko Hasaba vanilla, apricot, wormwood

Nanako Hasaba geranium, rosehip, cinnamon

Nitta Akari rice water, pomegranate, grapefruit, red currant berries

Nitta Arata lavender, cardamom, walnut, lemon

Yorozu red wine, wild honey, rice, ginger cookies

Hajime Kashimo aquatic fragrance, chrysanthemum, bamboo

Naoya Zenin sandalwood, powdered sugar, caramel, salt

Haruta Shigemo fir, tangerine, lime, bitter chocolate, salty-sweet popcorn

Dagon land, mud, sea

Jogo wet burnt wood, mango, gasoline

Hanami fresh grass, garden flowers after rain

Kiyotaka Ijichi cocoa, tobacco, cloves, amber

Ino Takuma guaiac wood, vetiver, bergamot, lemon

Atsuya Kusakabe aquatic or woody fragrance with tea tree

Hana Kurusu powdery mimosa

Ryu Nishikori copaifera balsam, pine resin, clary sage, pineapple and burnt caramel

Takako Uro gunpowder, lemongrass, blackberry, leather notes

I think to end the thread on this note, it turned out to be longer than I expected. In any case, it was fun for me to pick up fragrances for the characters, relying on my olfactory memory, rather than adjusting to personal preferences (this was especially difficult with Naoya's fragrance😅)

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