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wildandsmile · 10 months

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Upper moons with a black demon reader (fem) bonus if she thicccc😖😖😖

𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓬𝔂

These are actual short stories, not head canons. And fill free to let me know if you want the full versions of these.

This piece is written for the Upper Moons , characters from Demon Slayer .

Kinks Included : Fem Receiving, Overstim, Breeding, Cervix Kissing, Mating Press, Praise, Monster Fucking, Fist Fucking, Sub Gyutaro, Dom Reader, Clothes Smelling.

Enjoy!

Kokushibo

Kokushibo is quiet, blunt and well-mannered man, and is renowned for being the strongest demon, on par with Muzan himself. So imagine his astonishment when you a lower rank demon happened to accidentally hear about his longing to become even stronger and defeat his brother, even in death. Though his initial instinct was to eliminate you to keep this event a secret, he couldn't bring himself to draw his sword once he saw the moonlight bathe you in its glow.

You were an enchanting vision, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Your figure was exquisitely proportioned, and the slight curve of your stomach peeking out from the kimono added to your allure. What truly captivated him was your radiant, smooth, deep bronze skin that shimmered under the moonlight. Surprisingly, when you saw him, you didn't flee or scream; instead, you gracefully sat beside him, attentively listening as he passionately spoke about himself.

And so began your extraordinary bond. Each night, like clockwork, you would rendezvous at the same place, finding solace in Kokushibo's comforting embrace, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. Occasionally, he'd playfully pinch your cheek, affectionately remarking, "You're so adorable, I could devour you." This endearing quip would occasionally prompt you to gaze up at him with a raised eyebrow, retorting, "I hope you don't actually mean that." In response, a warm laugh would escape him, deepening the charm of your enchanting connection.

You cherished his laughter, as it made you feel like you could truly ease his burdens. So the one day when you arrived at your usual meeting spot and couldn’t find Kokushibo, worry crept into your heart. However, as you settled down, a comforting embrace enveloped you, and you sensed his head resting gently on the center of your back. You attempted to turn around to look at him but hesitated, prompting you to inquire, "What's bothering you, Kokus?" His grip tightened, and he confessed, "I feel ashamed of myself." Confused, you turned your head to the left, wondering why someone as strong as him would feel such emotions. Finally, you asked, "What's making you feel so ashamed ?" He then lifted his head and uttered.“ My mind as been running with thoughts of you swelled up with my kid causing the tent in my pants to keep growing”

" Then why not make that idea into actuality?" you propose, while gently resting your palm over his leg. And in that moment, you found yourself in a position where your knees were pressed against your chest, as Kokushibo thrust his cock against your cervix causing your sloppy wet cunt to throb and tighten , which made you pull closer to him and embrace him in your arms.“Fuck your pulling me so tightly, you can’t wait to be bred with my child can’t you” Kokushibo groans into the nap of your neck. you didn’t even try to speak, you were way too drunk on the feeling of his cock deep inside you.

Safe to say you didn’t leave until you looked pregnant

Doma

In contrast to Kokushibo, Doma was characterized by his playful, flirtatious nature and, admittedly, his tendency to be outright annoying. But he didn't mind. Actually, he couldn't care less about grasping the intricacies of emotions. However, when you entered the picture, he found himself bewildered by his own desire to have you close, unable to fathom why he couldn't simply devour you. Everything felt inexplicable to him, so he stuck to what he knew best—teasing and playful banter, a realm where he felt comfortable and confident.

Despite being aware that Doma was fond of something about you, the exact reason behind his intense attraction remained an enigma. Surrounded by numerous young and beautiful women vying for his attention, he consistently chose to engage with you. One day, he teasingly murmured into your ear, "You know, this outfit is really turning me on," while enveloping you with his arms around your waist. You would instinctively push him away, pretending as if nothing happened, attempting to gain a brief respite from his playful advances.

However, despite your efforts to ignore him, the outcome remained unchanged. Each time, he would summon you to his quarters late at night, ensuring a servant escorted you to prevent any escape. Once you reached the door, he would swiftly pull you inside, wasting no time to undress you and intimately intertwine with you. Thus, another one of your prolonged nights with Doma would commence. Yet, no matter how many times you experienced this, the overwhelming intensity of the encounters never ceased to catch you off guard, leaving you unable to grow accustomed to the situation.

He would always position you in front of a mirror, and you would be forced to watch as his finger curled inside, transforming your cute cunt into a sloppy mess. And If you dared to closed your eyes, he would stop and wait for you to open them again. "Only good girls that do what they're told get to cum" He would say as he placed butterfly kisses down your nap. Yet it was the combination of his firm cock pressing into your ass and his penetrating look that you could feel even with your eyes closed it made you feel like a fly caught in a spider's web.

Yet he would eventually get tired of waiting for you to open your eyes and he would just shove his entire cock deep inside you, not giving you any time to adjust to his size before his cock slammed back inside your cunt. And at soon point just like every night you would find yourself face to face with Doma and yet even as you wrap your arms around his neck and place your head in his chest moaning loudly for him to slowly down he would only laugh and slap your ass before saying something like. “Are you sure you want me to slowly down slut, it seems like to me you love it I’m rough with you. Every time I slap these fat ass of yours your cunt twitches” That would be only one of the many embarrassing positions he could put you in.

Though every following morning , you were unable to get out of bed, but when you did make it out of the bed you headed to the mirror were you noticed a purple hand print on your tanned liked ass. “Doma you son of a bitch when I find you you’re dead”

Akaza

Akaza may come off as a bit brusque and rugged, but once he's back home with you, he becomes as gentle as putty in your arms. Spending hours sitting down, he lovingly helps you with your hair, placing tender kisses down your neck. What truly warms his heart is when he returns from a rough day at work, most likely due to Doma's antics, and you let him rest his head on your thighs as you massage away his worries."

He wouldn't come right out and say it, but the way his head would sink into your thick thighs while he developed in your warmth and his nose filled with your delicious aroma was intoxicating to him. It always made him want to take you to bed and fuck all of his remaining frustration into you.

But even though he told you he loved it when you let him lay his head on your thigh you insisted that they were too big and disgusting, always talking about how you should lose weight and that always pissed him off.

That's how you ended up here, with your eyes rolled back in your head while Akaza licked long hot laps across your adorable cunt and coiled his thumb around your inflated clit. He moaned as he bit your thighs, "Fuck your beautiful. You wanted to push him away so your overstimulated clit could rest, but every time you tried he’d put his head on your mark thighs and look up at you begging with puppy dog eyes to let him continue, the scene made your hands go weak causing you to give in.

It's better to indicate you'll be there for a while since he won't let up until you give in and tell him you're stunning on the inside as well as the outside.

Gyokko

Upon first meeting Gyokko, he initially seemed completely absorbed in his art, paying little attention to anyone else. However, that all changed when you stumbled upon one of his vases, which left you breathless with its beauty. As he delved into the details of its creation, you discovered that he used a unique and intriguing medium - human blood as paint. Though initially taken aback by this unconventional choice, as he continued to explain the meticulous process he put into each vase, you couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer dedication and effort he poured into his masterpieces. You found yourself in the midst of Gyokko's enchanting gift exchange. Each day, he would present you with mesmerizing artworks, whether it was a serene zen garden crafted from human bone or a living statue. With each piece, he would sit down with you, seeking your insights and feedback, always eager to improve his creations.

Then, on one extraordinary day, Gyokko surprised you with a unique gift – a statue of yourself. Instead of you explaining your admiration, he took the initiative to express his own feelings about it. "This has to be one of my favorite pieces yet," he said passionately. "I selected the finest human for this sculpture, enhancing the beauty of your sepia-like skin and with spider lilies I brong out your captivating red undertones. Everything about this piece is simply breathtaking, don't you agree?"In awe, you were left speechless, and in response, you tenderly kissed his cold cheek, conveying your appreciation and approval.

Ever since that memorable interaction, Gyokko continued to surprise you with his mesmerizing masterpieces, and your gratitude was conveyed with a tender kiss on his cheek. The other upper moons often teased and questioned your relationship, especially Doma, who playfully suggested that you should just date since you already acted like a married couple.

Both of you blushed and vehemently denied any romantic involvement, insisting that your bond was that of friends and comrades, demons united in arms. At least, that's what you believed until Gyokko presented you with vases adorably adorned with a picture of you both sharing a kiss. As you nodded in response to the gift, he spoke with a hint of hope in his voice, "Perhaps, instead of just kissing me on the cheek, you could kiss me for real this time. Maybe we could even be more than just friends."

With a playful laugh, you jest with Gyokko, pondering how you would even kiss him – should it be on his eyes or his lips that are his eye? Seeing the sadness in his expression, you quickly reassure him, saying you were just kidding, and you would love to kiss him. In response, he eagerly springs back out of his vase, pulling you into his arms. His touch felt cold and somewhat slimy, yet strangely comforting, like a gentle embrace from the sea.

As the two of you embraced your unique relationship, you became an unusual couple within the demon society. However, your fame wasn't derived from heroic deeds like slaying a hashira; it stemmed from Gyokko's newfound passion. He had grown weary of using humans to create his masterpieces, prompting him to explore a new approach – using demons instead. Embracing your role as the higher upper moon, you ventured out each night to find the perfect demons for his new creations.And with every demon you captured for him, Gyokko rewarded you with a special and intimate gesture, expressing his appreciation and affection for your unwavering support in his artistic endeavors.

Not many people have seen Gyokko in his ultimate form, but those who have described him as looking like a merman and promising to cram you full of his cocks as a reward. First, he'd shower you with compliments—"Your too beautiful for the world," "You are any artist's inspiration," and so on—until you were on your knees with shame, and then he'd grab you, pulling you up to him so his cold, wet lips, could kiss you all the way up your arm to your neck. Just like every other night, you found yourself dangling from his shoulder as both of his cocks stuffed your hole, not pulling out until you were a dripping, muttering mess. Gyokko wasn't one for foreplay or teasing; he believed it was best to get straight to the point.

So by the end of the night you stuffed full and your body felt cold and sticky but you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your night.

Gyutaro

You held the position of a substitute upper-rank demon, with the potential to ascend to a true upper moon only in the event of a seat holder's demise. Despite this, your presence at upper rank meetings was essential to ensure you were well-informed, prepared to step in if necessary.

Though upon every meeting you soon bey fond of Gyutaro and Daki, the sixth-ranking upper moon siblings, a profound connection emerged, bridging their past lives with their present. Having acquainted yourself with their histories, you intuitively pieced together the nuances of their personalities. Gyutaro's role as the elder and leader was unmistakable, evident in his sister's unwavering grasp, signifying her implicit trust in his protection and care.

Evidently, he lavished upon her every conceivable luxury, mirroring the indulgent tendencies of his fellow upper moons. However, you consciously elected to maintain a distance from the duo, recognizing the imprudence of cultivating a friendship that might jeopardize your own ascent within their ranks. Despite your attempts to avert your attention, a sense of inner turmoil tugged at you.

Gyutaro bore the appearance of one who had abstained from sustenance for days, almost as if he willingly relinquished his own nourishment to provide for his sister. His incessant scratching hinted at a deeper affliction beneath his skin, one he grappled with. In contrast, although you initially perceived Daki as a vexing child, prone to tears upon encountering resistance, the intensity of her gaze toward her brother conveyed a profound sense of responsibility, hinting at an unspoken self-blame for his condition.

One fateful evening, you ventured into the enigmatic allure of the red light district. As you navigated the streets, you caught the gaze of curious onlookers, undeterred by the amorous advances of some men. With your characteristic indifference, you brushed aside their advances, continuing your nocturnal journey. Your path led you to the brothel where Daki plied her trade. Upon entering, you addressed the receptionist, your intent clear. Astonishingly, he anticipated your arrival, uttering "230" before your very approach.

Proceeding to the designated room, you encountered Daki, her presence enhanced by the encircling ribbons that adorned the space. Seating yourself before her, she broke the silence with a curt inquiry, "What brings you here?" A fleeting search for Gyutaro yielded no result, prompting you to respond, "I had intended to engage with both you and Gyutaro, to share a meal and have a conversation or two . Yet, since his absence, I shall take my leave." Rising from your seat, you initiated your exit, but her voice stayed your departure, "We do not mind if you stay as long as you leave once my shifts over. We anticipate the arrival of demon slayers later tonight."

As it came to be your turn to speak, the word "We" lingered on your lips, yet your attention was abruptly captivated by the emergence of Gyutaro from Daki's back. Initially, you dismissed it as a mere illusion, albeit an odd one. Seating himself beside his sibling, Gyutaro's countenance bore a fleeting trace of disdain as he regarded you.

Unperturbed, you brushed aside the momentary discomfort, producing a couple of blood packets. Presenting them, you noticed Daki's quizzical expression and promptly explained, "I observed that you both seemed to be depriving yourselves, so I brought blood as a gesture of friendship." This gesture appeared to agitate Gyutaro, prompting him to voice his skepticism, "Oh, how could someone like you, possessing both beauty and intellect, possibly comprehend our predicament." While inwardly gratified by the unexpected compliment, you chose to remain composed, brushing off the flattery.

"Indeed, I may not fully comprehend your circumstances, but if it's acceptable to you, I'd be more than willing to offer my assistance. And please, don't underestimate yourself – your quite handsome yourself," you remarked, a faint blush gracing your cheeks. This unexpected reaction seemed to render Gyutaro momentarily speechless, punctuating the night with an unusual silence.

As the time to part ways arrived, you bid your farewell to Daki and Gyutaro, initiating a pattern that would become a part of your nightly routine. Amidst your missions, you consistently found yourself drawn to the brothel, forging a connection with the two siblings. The evenings flowed harmoniously as stories from the past intertwined with discussions about fellow demons. Over time, your companionship deepened, and you discovered yourself gradually succumbing to feelings for Gyutaro. His blend of shyness and boldness, coupled with his profound understanding, resonated deeply with your own sensibilities, making him an ideal match.

You were taken aback when, during your stay at the brothel, you awoke in the middle of the night to use the restroom and saw Gyutaro through the crack in the door, stroking his cock and moaning your name, saying things like, "Fuck you feel so fucking good." You then saw him sniffing your kimono's top coat and thrust his cock into his fist, realizing that he was imagining you. You were about to leave when the door opened, exposing your cover. Causing him to say, "Who's there?" and not wanting to waste these chance you opened the door . He then covered his face in an attempt to hide, but you thwarted him and say.

"I didn't say you had to stop you can keep going, while I watch right pervert ." He gazed at you for a second, expecting your face expression and tone to change but once he saw it wasn’t going to. He uncovered himself and started thrusting into his fist again, but this time he was moving even quicker. But the your smell your body it was all becoming to much for him to handle but right as his was about to cum you push his hand a way from his cock while slowly sliding your panties of and sitting on lap causing him to look up at you confused and say "W-what are you doing?"

You then look at him with lust in your eyes and tell him, "Exactly what it looks like, I'm not letting you cum until your a sobbing mess in front of me." He is at a loss for words; no woman as beautiful as you has ever shown interest in him, much less looked at him with such intensity that he felt like he would cum at your mere presence.

Let's just say you held on to him until he was a blubbering mess, begging you to stop torturing his overstimed cock.

Decided to make a separate post for Hantengu and his colones hopefully I’ll have it done in a few day.

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silvaswiftcast · 5 months

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Fluffvember Prompt #19 Wilderness

Characters: Silva Cataracta, Ricmorn Cataracta, and Hien Rijin

Rating: General

Notes: The scene takes place sometime after Endwalker 6.0! There is no mention of anything from MSQ/Story, so no spoilers here! Silva and Ricmorn are living with Hien and Doma at this point in time, while her uncle, Kisan, moved back to Thavnair to be with his husband. Words contained in [brackets] are in another language, in this case, it's Doman.

Content Warnings/Additional Tags: Polyamory Relationship (V Relationship), M/F/M Relationship, Playful Banter/Teasing, Midly Suggestive Themes, Mild Angst (very, very mild), Mentions of Original Character(s) Death(s), Domestic Fluff.

“Silv! Package for you!”

Silva stopped at Ricmorn’s words. The clean shirt she was trying to pull over her head nearly caught on her horns, tearing through the light fabric. “Huh?”

A package? From who? She wasn’t expecting anything from anyone coming through the mail, at least, not that she could recall. And any supply shipments would have been sent to her selling stall in Ul’dah or Kugane.

She heard movement behind her while she stood there, confused.

“Here— Let me help you before you accidentally tear your shirt to shreds, [wildflower.]”

“As if you and my husband wouldn’t like that,” she snorted as Hien helped her. A smile lit up her face when he chuckled at her teasing. When her head finally poked through the opening in her shirt, she saw amusement shimmering in his peridot eyes.

“A thought to ponder and, perhaps, act upon later,” he suggested, brushing some of the purple waves behind her ivory horns.

She shook her head, laughing as she rolled the rest of the shirt down her body. “You’re a menace, [my heart.] The both of you.”

Before the young lord could respond, Ricmorn walked into the room. A thick package wrapped in brown paper and tough twine in one hand. While the other held a small sealed envelope.

Silva blinked, crossing the room to meet him. “Oh? You weren’t kidding about there being a package for me,” she mused, plucking the envelope with her name on it from him.

“You weren’t expecting one?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“No.”

She carefully broke the red wax seal, pulling out the note to read the scribbling of words on it.

Arit and I spied this tome while wandering the markets in Radz-at-Han and thought of you, dear child. If I recall correctly, you had a copy as a child, and it was one of your favorite tales read to you before bed. Your mother told me one time she had to seek another copy of it because how many times you read it ruined the spine on the one she took with her to Doma.

The memory made me smile, and I had to buy it for you.

I hope it brings you joy as it did so long ago, and should you be blessed with children of your own, you can read it to them.

May the gods and kami keep you safe and under their protection. Pray know my love is always with you, no matter how many malms separate us.

—Kisan

P.S.

Do come visit us soon, yes? Arit wishes to teach you more dances and get to know your mates better, and I would love nothing more than to properly show you around the city now that the world is safe. But I know how hard it is for Hien to escape from his duties.

If that seems impossible at the moment, we would be happy to come to you instead. Write to me when you have time and let me know. I will keep an eye out for your letters.

“Huh…” she wondered aloud, reading over the letter again. Little did she know Ricmorn and Hien were looking over her shoulder, reading it along with her. "Well, this is a surprise."

“A tome?” the young lord asked, curious.

“Tales?” Ricmorn echoed. He looked down at the package in his hands. “What kind?”

Silva hummed, setting down the letter on a nearby table. “If it’s what I think it is…” She paused, taking the parcel from her husband. “A book that is full of Hannish folklore. It was one of the few things she brought with her from Thavnair. Mama would read one to me every night before bed. I’m pretty sure we read the book from cover to cover at least ten times.” The twine and brown wrapping paper gave way under her nimble fingers, falling to the floor for one of her lovers to collect. Even after its long journey, it still smelled of different spices commonly found in Thavnair — smelled of her childhood home. A wide smile lit up her face as her eyes roamed over the brightly colored cover with gold embossed lettering in Hannish. “And would you look at that? It is.”

What fond memories they brought back. Ones she had almost forgotten about.

“It’s a beautiful book, my dear,” Hien said, curious of its contents. “A very thoughtful gift.”

Ricmorn hummed in agreement. “It is. I… I don’t think I’ve heard you talk about it before in all the years I’ve known you, Silv.”

“I had completely forgotten about this book and many of the memories with it,” she admitted, running her fingers down the spine. “I can’t believe Kisan remembered it after all this time.”

And the more she stared at the tome in her hands, the more memories came flooding back.

“What’s your favorite one?” the young lord questioned. “You and I can talk about Doman folklore from sun up to sun down, but I’m afraid I know very few Hannish ones.”

“Oh! That’s easy. I think it’s in this book. Let me see—” Silva felt giddy as she opened the hefty tome, flipping through the pages until she found her favorite tale. Thankfully, this edition was printed in Common, so she or Ricmorn didn’t have to translate for Hien. “This one! It’s about a little girl who gets lost in the forest and befriends a bird of paradise. They go on several adventures together through the wilderness as he guides her back to her village.”

“I can already tell that this tale reminds me of you in ways,” Ricmorn teased, leaning down to kiss her temple. "Seeing as you enjoy getting lost in the wilderness yourself." He grinned when the Doman pair laughed.

“Now that you said something, and it’s running through my mind, it does, doesn’t it?” she laughed.

She rambled on more about the folklore, explaining it in more detail and getting caught up in it and the emotions the memories of her mother telling it to her that resurfaced. Ricmorn and Hien happily let her go on, giving her their undivided attention.

#ffxiv writing #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv #silva writes #hien x wol #hienwol #wol x wol #hien x wol x wol #ffxiv writers #poly ship #fluffvember ffxiv things #Fluffvember FFXIV Edition

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tinaotaku · 3 years

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Like- like- listen to this-

Muzan’s reaction to see his daughter learn a curse word

(Doma accidentally said it in front of her/him)

Note: Sh*t I didn’t check my Tumblr- oh god. In this imagine, you are Muzan’s child. Sadly, your mother is nowhere to be found.

“Father, can you play with me?” You said, pulling his expensive suit.

Being a 5-year-old child of the Demon King isn’t easy. You suffered from a lack of attention and love, with fear and ‘respect’ from his subordinates. You only wanted your father’s affection for as long as you can remember but sadly, your father, Muzan, doesn’t know how to take care of you properly so he tends to stay away from you.

Right now, he is reading a very old scroll that Douma just founded. The amount of knowledge he has gotten from that scroll is valuable and he completely ignores you.

You can feel your heart slowly but surely break from lack of attention.

Your fingers fell from his sleeve and you sighed in sadness. The amount of desperation in your eyes can be shown to people but you know your papa will not care.

Seems like papa hates me now, you thought as tears filled your eyes, blurring your vision. One step, two-step, you turned your back and walked away from him. You know things will get bloody if you tried to have his attention. You surely don’t want things like before happened again.

You shivered as you remembering the memory before shaking your head and walked to where Nakime is.

Nakime isn’t that bad. Even if she’s quiet and creepy, you can’t help but cling to any kind of attention and affection you were given.

“Nakime-san, konbanwa,” You greet her as you sat in front of her. She lifted her head for a bit before looking down, meaning that she recognized your presence. You smile a bit before releasing your heart. It’s hard to say what you wanted but it’s a lot harder to hide it and act like it’s nothing.

“Papa is ignoring me these days. Papa seems to hate me so much. Do you think I’m a mistake to be born in this world? Am I worthy of his presence? Father doesn’t allow me to call him ‘papa’ anymore. He told me that I can only address him as Father or Muzan-sama. Am I truly his child?” You asked to the air with tears slowly falling.

Nakime eyes widened as she saw you breaking down. Seeing you cry is NOT normal at all. You have this kind of cheerful and sweet aura but the moment your tears fell, it turned into a depressing one.

Luckily, Douma was on time. He saw you crying so he scooped you up and hold you high as the sky!

Your sobs turned into a smile as Douma twirled you around like crazy. Your giggles and laughter filled the whole room and Douma just can’t help but smile.

The moment he put you down, he quickly flicks your forehead in annoyance. “Now who made my precious baby girl cry? This time, I’m going to smack that shit head in his ass and make him suffer!” He declared like a mad man. Yes, this man or your supposedly Uncle can be a crack head.

Please note that he is talking about your ‘father’ but you readers know that he doesn’t have the guts to do that.

Your eyes widened as you heard that foreign word.

“Uncle, what is shit head? Is that some kind of ancient word?”

Douma laughed in your purity, “Now dear, shit head means someone that is foolish and doesn’t care about you!”

“So papa is a shithead!” You squealed in delight. Finally! Rather than calling your papa ‘father’, you can call him shithead instead! Uncle Douma can be useful sometimes!

You quickly run towards that ‘shit head’ room and call him that nickname!

“Hey, shit head! Uncle Douma teaches me something!” You shouted in happiness as you bang that door open, making Muzan spill some of his drink to his clothes. Muzan quickly choked on his drink and coughed in disbelief.

“W-what did you just call me...?”

“Shit head!”

On the other side...

“Muzan is going to kick your ass, you know that right?”

“Hahaha, welp, it’s time for me to go! See you in the next imagine!!”

#muzan #kimetsu no yaiba #kibutsuji muzan #kibutsuji #muzan's child #kny #demon #demon slayer #muzan x reader #curse word #fluff #xreader #gender neutral #love

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orenonahaichigoda · 5 years

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About Japanese Law (and How It Affects Ichigo's Prospects for Marriage)

As someone eternally irked when seeing things like the Munsters episode where Herman accidentally marries Grandpa, when it was only decades after both it was made and after I saw it that same-gender marriages were allowed, and poly marriage is still not legal, I am going to put forth some information about Japanese law in the realm of same-gender marriage and also gender marker change, as both of these things are relevant to Ichigo's possibilities with anyone he gets shipped with.

The Japanese Constitution as it is today was created after the war, with a lot of American pressure, though right-wingers will deny that (not a surprise,look at how much American equivalents deny)

Arranged marriage in the East is typically something parent and child-who's-not-having-luck-dating agree on. Parents meet with other parents to find suitors, and their children meet and see if they like each other. America scorns this, but makes websites to do the same thing. Meet the Patels is about this with an Indian-American family, if you want to watch something on it

Europe used arranged marriage as selling daughters off for control of land, and couldn't get over the fact that maybe it was possible that a non-white country could have a better way of doing something than a white-ruled one, and thus, the 24th Amendment was born.

The 24th Amendment's text outlines marriage as "to benefit both sexes" (I can't say much on pre-Perry NB acceptance, but wouldn't be surprised to learn there were NB identities before Meiji/Americans. Edo had Christopher Street/Castro/West Hollywood equivalents that are well-documented)

Today, this is taken to mean same-gender marriage would not be allowed.

If memory serves, it was about 2014 when some provinces/wards (actually unsure here) began granting same-gender unions, which would face the same invalidation as a US state allowing them during DOMA. Cross state lines, and it's not accepted.

In present time, the fight for same-gender marriage continues.

That being said, I've already outlined post-Perry trans acceptance in the section about me and Japanese speaking society all mushed together.

One thing I did not think to state is that like much of the world outside the state of California, a trans person in Japan cannot legally change their name and gender marker... basically until they are sterilised. For Ichigo, he wouldn't be able to do so until a full hysterectomy.

I really feel like Ichigo values family too much to not want kids, however much he griped about baby!Nel.

So whatever age he is, Ichigo has an "F(more accurately, 女)" on his family register, and for this reason, just as he can't biologically have kids by a cis woman or trans man, he can't legally marry one, either. (Well, if the trans man had a hysterectomy and was able to change his marker, he could)

I mean, part of the reason I have what I have is I'm injecting awareness into everything. I write (and let sit) soft rock about gentrification. That's just who I am.

But, yeah, Ichigo, regardless of who he ships with, can only marry someone with a M/男on their papers. Or at least, expect it to be recognised everywhere.

And also, when someone with an "F" marries, they are forced to take their spouse's name. The federal courts actually turned down letting people keep their names a couple of years ago. And I really don't see Ichigo wanting to let go of his name...

That being said, there's no reason they can't have a wonderful ceremony with a friend who's ordained, as queer people in the West have done forever, or honestly, in a Jodo Shinshu Buddhist temple, as my religion is VERY pro-queer, and it is a Japanese sect of Buddhism.

(P.S., unlike some churches, I suppose, Jodo Shinshu is not something one gets casually ordained in. It takes a long time of serious monastic training in Kyouto)

Some things to keep in mind if you want to ship with Ichigo.

Sure, Bleach takes place in Anywhereville, Tokyo and has ghosts. I could write anything. I am doing exactly what I want to.

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Skin of the Teeth Part 3: Danger Lurks

“I’ll tell you this Gerrad…” said the minute Lalafel called Laloquer “...wherever you go, you have the distinct habit of picking up strays. Mangy ones at that.”

“I seem t’remember a rather mangy bunch haulin themselves from the sea once, they didn't do too bad fer themselves.” Kail gently laid the last of the wounded in the hold. A small girl no heavier than a sack of potatoes, her blonde hair tinged a dirty scarlet by a head wound, and the remnant of someone’s shirt bound tightly about her left eye and the back of her skull. By some small mercy she was unconscious and elicited only the occasional whimper, but that seemed to be where the world’s mercy ended. If Kail was any judge, she'd lose the eye before the day was out.

Laloquer gave a disdainful sniff as he walked among the other wounded, scribbling down notes for triage in chalk on a piece of slate. “I don't remember much of them to be honest, I find it best to look ever towards the future, leave the past where it belongs...in the past.”

“How very practical of ye.” Said Kail, dry as the Thanland sands “While yer peeking at the future, think ye could make sure this lot has one?”

Kail hadn't met many folks that could twirl their mustache and not look like utter fools, but Lalo was among their number. The Lalafel’s pomp was rivaled only by the care that he lavished upon his immaculately waxed and trimmed facial hair. “Put your worries at ease, under my care their survival is all but assured.”

Norah nudged the small doctor aside none too gently as she bustled past with a bucket of sea water and a rag. “A little less talk perhaps and a little more action then? They will applaud for you when they are standing upright I'm sure.”

If Norah noticed Lalo’s scathing look of reproach, she didn't let onto it, rather she knelt by the girl to begin the business of cleaning and redressing her wounds. Kail watched Lalo stalk off to begin his work, then crouched next to Norah, remaining tactfully silent as she mopped dried blood from the child’s forehead.

“I'm not apologizing to him, these people need help.” She uttered under her breath. Kail gave a small smile, slipping a folded sack under the girl’s head for support,

“He likes Gridania rosés, I'll introduce ye t’my supplier...ye don't have t’apologize, jest pour.”

Norah nodded, her face a stony mask of a duty unfinished, Kail could see she was forcing herself to keep looking at the girl. He laid his hand on hers, despite the blood and filthy water, giving it a slight squeeze. She looked up and though there was no smile on her face she seemed to come out of whatever torturous spiral she had been putting herself through. “We’re getting them out of here.” She said horsely, it was a deceleration of fact, and there was no moving her on the matter.

“Aye.” Said Kail, he took a breath preparing himself for the argument coming. “Ye sure ye want t’go with Baroth and the others? No one would call ye a coward iffin ye stayed.”

Norah frowned at him, and yanked her hand from his, flinging the rag forcefully in the bucket. “They wouldn't have to, I would damn myself as a coward if I didn't. They are my countrymen, and I won't abandon them.”

“We wouldn't be abandoning them, we’re coming back fer them.”

“Would you trust Baroth to get them to those islands?”

He threw his hands wide, and his voice took on a sharper edge “Funny ye should mention that, I don't trust him, not with their lives, nor yers fer that matter.”

“I can handle him, so trust me.” She gently reached out and brought his hands together and between them “Please.”

He didn't answer right away, he didn't particularly care to, some part of him rankled that these weak, dirty, frightened people had more of a hold on her than he did. It told him it would be easier to simply slit the throats of Baroth and company then leave without a glance behind them. They would still be saving the wounded, those on the beach could take care of themselves. They would be finishing the job within their contractual obligation. Who was to judge them for not being able to stretch further?

“Kail?” Norah’s voice dragged him out of that small corner of his mind. He was made aware of a pain in his cheek, where he had bitten the inside. The iron taste of blood was on his tongue. Norah’s face was knit both in concern and discernment. “You...went somewhere else on me.”

“I'm fine, I'll see how they’re doing on gettin the boats ready fer the trip back.”

He released her hands, and made for the stairs to the deck before he could change his mind on the matter. All the way up he could feel her eyes on him.

A few of Baroth’s men were huffing away in a fireman’s line to get goods from the hold onto the first of the boats. They were struggling to keep up with Noyra, who tossed barrels and packages from below with the steady and inevitable chug of a steam engine. Baroth leaned against the railing off to the side, his eyes were fixed upon those back on the shores. Kail perched himself off to the side of the man, producing his flask, and finally giving in to the yearning of his guts for a drink.

The sweet burn was a welcome one, and while it didn't drown out all the noise within and without, it dulled them to a low buzz he could manage.

“That...is the look of a man who’s been fighting with the wife.” Kail took another sip to try and drown out the smug undertones in Baroth’s voice. He kept his eyes to the shore, and let a hefty silence roll though before he trusted himself enough to answer the man.

“Yer half right, which is about yer speed.”

“...Fuck you.”

Kail found himself smirking, clearing the air tended to have that effect. He didn't have to look at the gruff highlander to feel the man’s pale blue eyes on him, scrutinizing him like a rider would a bought horse. “Why are you here Limsan?”

First paramour, then pirate, then Limsan, Kail was starting to wonder if the man actually knew his damned name. Finally glancing over to eye Baroth in return, Kail said “Came out t’make sure ye left my ship like ye got on it, quickly, painlessly, and quietly.”

Baroth shook his head, waving a hand towards the shore. “No. I mean why are you here, helping us? I've given it some thought...and Taltov wasn't paying you much, at least not enough to warrant all this trouble. Clearly you’re not a supporter of the cause.”

“Ye’ve a roundabout way of asking why I ent twisted the knife in yer guts yet.”

Baroth winced as if he had been slapped, and in the instant of his embarrassment Kail could see he wasn't as old or as experienced as he made out to others. His scowling bearded face was a front, a sham, a glamour he enacted so that those who followed him wouldn't be let on to the inconvenient fact that he wasn't cut out for command. Kail accidentally found himself respecting the man a little for it, and wondered if he would have done anything different in the Mhigan’s position.

“ That was spoken in haste...and unfair of me.” Baroth finally said.

Reminding himself that it had also been an attempt to steal the Rook, Kail offered the man his flask nonetheless. Everyone had their turn playing the fool after all. Baroth frowned for a moment, looking like the flask might bite him, then after consideration finally took the old and dented vessel. As he sipped from it, Kail finally spoke up.

“This ent a ship oh fools, and we know how t’read more than the tides. Varis is fresh to the throne, and it don't matter iffin yer a captain or emperor, first thing ye do is make sure those under ye know who’s in charge. Fer Varis? That means puttin down the rebellions in Ala Mhigo and Doma, an returnin the Empire t’the expansion days. It suits me fine t’help ye stick pins in his royal Nibs’ arse, cause I don't like our prospects in a Garlean controlled Eorzea.”

“So that’s all this is…” said a very stony faced Baroth, as he took another sip from the flask. “Looking after your prospects.”

“No…” Said Kail as he reached over and snatched his flask back “But that’s all yer gettin.”

He capped the flask and stowed it back into his vest, ignoring the souring look from Baroth. The first boat was almost finished loading, Noyra was climbing her way up the hold netting with the last barrel on her shoulder. Kail made his way over, and while the Roe towered over him and outweighed him by well over a two hundred stone, he leaned over and made the mummery of helping her back onto the deck. Noyra gave him a wide grin once she was back on her feet, then gave him a thump on the shoulder that would have brought him to his knees if he wasn't ready for it.

It was during this exchange, with the eyes of the deck upon them, that they talked. They spoke without voice.

It had started after Noyra’s throat injury, by some twisted blessing, a stroke meant to end her life had only taken her voice. She had recovered well enough, she had always been a strong healer, but never again would Noyra be able to utter another word. It was Laloquer who had come up with the solution. Working together he and Noyra came up with a system of speech that used the entire body, not just the mouth and tongue. After all, he had argued, the mouth and the tounge were the most superfical parts of language anyhow. The most profound signals came from the eyes, the set of your feet, and the cant of your head.

It wasn't perfect, the more complex the word or concept, the more movements it needed, and there were still yet more words that Lalo and Noyra needed to assign. Still, it was quick, efficient, and it allowed the survivors of the Howling Sin to do something few knew how to do. To have a private conversation while the rest of the world looked on.

What's your measure of his men? Said Kail with a flick of his fingers, his eyes cautiously flicking towards the handful of armed fellows they had allowed Baroth.

They are strong, hardy, and tested. She replied with a sweep of her hand down the front of her clothes, that to anyone else, looked like she was dusting herself off. But they don't respect him, and hardly know one another.

He nodded, and hooked his thumbs into his belt. I think they’ll leave peacefully, but be ready for the worst.

With a slight nod of her head she brushed past him to the long boat.

He joined Baroth again at the railing, offering the man a brief smile. “That’s the last of what we can offer ye lot. Wish it could be more but…”

“Wish in one hand..” muttered Baroth.

“That's the long and short oh it aye…” Kail reached over, offering the man his tattooed hand. For a moment it looked like Baroth would shake it, but then everything went to hell.

There was a sudden pop that echoed out over the bay from the beach, for a moment Kail was worried someone had been shot, but when he looked back to the forest line he saw what it was. In the beginning grey of the dawn horizon, a lone red flare was arcing into the sky. The kind of flare used to signal airships. Kail flicked his eyes towards Baroth, and there must have been some sort of accusation burning there, because the highlander quickly rose both his hands in the air.

“That...that’s not us, none of my boys brought flares….why would they?”

Kail gave it a moment’s thought before nodding and placing a hand on Baroth’s shoulder. “I believe ye.”

Then, quick as blinking, Kail sank a fist right into the middle of the man. Baroth sank to his knees with a wheezing hiss, the air driven from his lungs as surely as if sucked away by a bellows. Kail didn't give him a chance to recover, hooking an arm under the man chest and twisting, he hurled him neatly over his hip, and into the waiting waters below.

To their credit, the two of Baroth’s men nearest to the scuffle already had their swords out by the time he hit the water, but it took less time than that for Noyra to walk right up behind them and smash their skulls together. As she deposited their unconscious forms into the loaded longboat, what remained of the Resistance on the Rook looked at each other, unsure as to their next course of action. When the rest of the Rook’s crew simultaneously drew their weapons and pointed the mass of blades and barrels towards the Resistance members, their confusion dried up.

“Get off my ship.” Said Kail plainly and without malice. “Get yer people t’safety best ye can. We’ll take care oh our end.”

One of the Resistance apparently hadn't made the line the day they were handing out smarts, he sputtered as a cutlass nudged him towards the long boat “What about the other boats? There’s only one ready to launch.”

“Best ye get on it then, cause it ain’t stayin long.” Said Kail as he drew one of his long curved daggers and began sawing at one of the securing lines. Those on the long boat grasped his meaning and scrambled to grab for purchase. With a whip crack snap the securing line parted and the long boat, cargo and all, plunged for the waters below. There was a terrific splash as it hit the water, and miraculously didn't shatter upon impact, a testament to Limsan ship building.

Two of the Resistance members hadn't been quick enough and were thrown into the waters during the landing, when they surfaced coughing and sputtering, they had Baroth in between them. As soon as Baroth had enough air in his lungs, he began hurling curses about treacherous pirates and the woman slattern enough to bare them. Kail was only half listening however, there was a sudden dull whine in the air, distorted by the sea water and the echoing qualities of the bay.

Shoving aside confused crew he forced his way across the deck to the bowsprit, where he began scanning the horizon with his spy glass. It didn't take long to spot it, nothing had an outline quite like a Garlean gunship. From the sound of her cerulean engines she was still a ways off, but she was faster than any sea bound ship to be sure, and now she had the scent of the Rook. Kail spat a curse as he snapped his spyglass shut, glancing behind him to see the entirety of the crew looking at him.

Isral spoke up from among their number “R’haji? What do we do?”

Kail looked about at the expectant multitude of faces, among their number was Norah, and he wondered how much of that exchange she had seen. He supposed he should have been glad she hadn't dove over the side after the Resistance, yet there was something in her expression of shock...was it blame? Resentment? He didn't have time to discern, the others were still waiting for an answer. So he gave it.

“Get this ship turned about ye scabrous currs! We’re runnin!”

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