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jigokulogs2022-06-20 09:40 pm
osake) wrote in jigokulogs2022-06-20 09:40 pm
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(closed) pressed against my lips
Who ⬤ shuten-douji & Others
What ⬤ closed june event prompts
When ⬤ june event
Where ⬤ various
Content Warnings ⬤ shuten, horror, varying levels of blood and gore, will continue to update
What ⬤ closed june event prompts
When ⬤ june event
Where ⬤ various
Content Warnings ⬤ shuten, horror, varying levels of blood and gore, will continue to update
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How strange that after all this time... she's still angry.
But of course she would be— even in the throes of intoxicated abandon she still holds fast to her true self: the woman who would gladly stab into the heart of any prostrating oni regardless if it was guilty or not. She was still the demon slayer who was too weak to cut the head off an oni but was still driven enough to create her own poisons in order to destroy them— slowly, cruelly and without mercy.
Of course she's still angry—]
Ah!
[Of course she still wants to kill this oni—]
You—
[Then why... why was she still— ah, dammit.
Shinobu groans the words without realizing, her eyes still squeezes shut as those plush thighs squeeze about her hips and bring her closer to that intensifying warmth. It's a truly enticing sensation— one she never imagined she would experience in such a place... and never with the likes of an oni. But now moisture gathers at her neck, beads at her brow and makes her fingers tighten around those wrists.
Fruits and sake. Alcohol and lacquer. Sandalwood and peaches. How could someone who often bathed in blood... have such a fragrance to them?
Her fingers squeeze again. She wants to strangle her, suffocate her— this demon with a silky tongue and soft searching lips—
Don't be fooled!
Idiot!
Shinobu rips away from the oni, a gasp breaking through her lips as she finally surfaces from the depths of the oni's spell. Air comes in deep heaving pants, ragged through her throat as she pins Shuten with an incredulous glare, her face burning bright scarlet. Her lip still burns but it's a secondary pain at this point, almost in the background as she forces herself to clear her head of the phantom mist they were both assuredly drowning in. She...
What... was she doing again?
"You were so eager for me to have your blood ..."]
... Haaaah.
[Comes the long winded sound of exasperation, her chest deflating slowly as she raises one hand to wipe the corner of her lips, smearing the drying stain of red there.] Ahahaha.... you nearly had me there.
Miss.
[Even as she still lingers above her Shinobu doesn't move yet— her gaze gradually clearing yet as intensely bright as ever— two glasses tipped at an angle to catch the full glow of the moon. Her smile returns, faint yet heavy, as though the secrets of tonight and all of its intricacies had just been revealed to her.]
That being said, don't you think you've had your fill for tonight...?
[With both hands now free from the floor they hover, ever so slightly, before coming to finally rest on the decorated heads of the oni's knee guards. Shinobu sucks in air, silently— inhales the iron scent of blood and rain and keeps it within her chest.
She becomes still. So very, very still.]
Enough.
[I must stop here... or else.]
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(one would think, one would hope, for the clan is not only named for a version of her, but the endurance of the lessons she supposedly imparted.)
truthfully, she hadn't meant to go so far. the demon slayer had saved her — it was a favor owed, one she had planned to repay beyond the shame and needling, both verbal and physical, she prodded into her. even she can admit when she's been too dishonest for her liking.
but how could she help it when the girl looked away from her like that? when she looked at her that way? and could she truly be expected to keep her sense, to stay sober when she pushed back so well?
her heart sings with madness.
she'll apologize later, in a fashion only she can manage, self-serving and forceful.
right now, she can't escape the high of this entanglement.
shinobu sighs, and shuten feels herself moving to retaliate already. as the demon slayer unwinds, shuten is a maelstrom at sea, an ouroboros of fervor, feeding into herself as she stares up at her.
the color of carmine streams on shinobu's mouth like ribbon decorations only further her, the sweat beading along her gentle curving face. ]
You really don't know ... what you've done, do you?
[ the second of stillness passes. her arm, now free, rises to brush fingers under those gradient bangs, touch the line of that jaw with an enamored, worshipping gentleness.
and then she moves.
with a new strength, summoned from the depths of her hunger, shuten shoots up — flipping shinobu over and pinning her to the floor in one, clamorous fell swoop. she straddles her, lips parting and tightening at the friction still alighting between them.
this time, she pins shinobu, whispering passion as she bores her fiery gaze down on her. ]
You really are beautiful... Your honesty tastes so much sweeter than that façade you put up. Mmmm, and now that I've had a taste ... I want more.
[ what had she done, indeed. shuten slides a hand under the nape of the girl's neck, fingernails dragging through the bed of her hair ... and moving upward. ]
I want to make you mine sssooo baaadly...
[ suddenly, like the first flickers of a fire toppled by the wind, the sharpness of her smile, like her voice, begins to fade to a dreamy wispiness. ]
But ... I'm not without my manners. I have a favor to repay and ... ah, that's ... starting to catch up to me.
[ a burning as freezing as ice spreads through her, the poison like loneliness sharp in her veins. the singular grip on the girl's wrist loosens, ever so slightly. as though seeking her salvation, shuten's hand climbs — and her claws take hold of that butterfly clip holding shinobu's hair. ]
You have to live with this. It was fun while it lasted and now ... I want you to prepare yourself.
[ shutting her eyes, shuten dips. she drags her tongue across the two-dot line along shinobu's lower lip. ]
Kochou Shinobu.
[ one last kiss, one last drink to send her over the edge. her grip slackens completely. ]
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An oni is only as docile as it allows itself. Shuten has enjoyed this scuffle, this violently bitter match of wit without strengths. Shinobu isn't so stupid as to think she'll continue to show her belly like this— or in this case, continue to stay on her back and croon sweet nothings beneath her.
Hot in the face, chin and lips damp, Shinobu's eyes narrow at those words. She realizes it's too late when that reddened mouth widens its grin.
She should have gotten up and walked away—]
You— [The word is a breath sucked through her lips, a bracing as their positions are soon reversed and Shinobu finds herself—
—with her back on the floor.] Ugh!
[Her hands take hold of Shuten's shoulders— already pushing, two human appendages attempting to push a boulder. It had been years since she had done exactly that but now everything she had learned combusts, goes up in smoke in the face of those glowing feline eyes.
After a beat, Shinobu feels herself seething.]
Make me your's...? You're deranged!
[Should have left this oni and put her out of her misery, should have killed her when she attacked that youkai, should have simply killed her before! Why—
Why have things come to this!]
If you think— [Her throat undulates and words end. Her large, piercing eyes follow the oni's every movement— look through her for any sign of deadly intent, any hint that any second now she'll flash her fangs and tear at her throat.
When those lips touch down, she goes still.
You have to live with this.
Kochou Shinobu.
Her hand pushes.
It shoves— pushing the oni away so she can deftly slide out from underneath. Black strands of wayward hair stick to her skin, blood dots the dark collar of her uniform. She's already a mess... but she can endure instead of staying here a second longer. Shinobu fluidly rises, dusts off her haori once—
—and hears something clatter gently to the floor before Shuten.
The little frowning oni with the club lies face up. She had completely and utterly forgotten about it until this moment— hadn't even realized she had pocketed it before running into Shuten. Now she stares down at it, her expression unreadable.
...
She turns away.] Looks like you'll need to wait for the rain to let up... hm?
[Her words rise with that same genial clarity from before. A pale hand tugs her haori closer to her person and her chin turns a slight fraction towards Shuten.]
Good night for now, Shuten-san.
[The masks which hang silently upon the walls— silent observers— rattle as a gust of wind whips about the room once and leaves nothing in its take.
Shinobu is gone.]
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slowly, eventually, a frigidity overtakes her. nausea grips her as the weight of blood-thick humidity and icepick elixirs weakens her shoulders, her grip. ]
Hahh.
[ is the sound of her breath, both labored and electrified, that spreads across shinobu's lips.
when shinobu pushes, shuten yields like a doll.
she falls away, landing on her hip with a thud and a groan: she's weak, bits of her slowly dissolving within. it's painful, but as the dilating slits of her pupils drag up shinobu's figure as she stands, she can only think one thing: you're beautiful. she parts her lips to say it, sink those words like the four ends of her fangs in the demon slayer as she stands wet and disheveled —
when it falls.
the little ble oni, fallen neatly at her palm, braced against the floor. the same silence takes her, before shuten looks up at the demon slayer, and smiles. the sound of those final, parting words, smoothed over with a desperate swiftness, are met with a bubbling, giddy humor.
ah ... it hurts. it burns. it bleeds. but it was all ... worth it.
kochou shinobu, beauty and deadliness and fury, has proven herself so wonderfully worth it. she's delicious.
and she's gone.
shuten's claws slowly come around the tiny doll on the ground ... and she meets it. the poison working its way through her veins, all shuten can do is endure the needles and ice in her blood and stomach. gently, shuten falls to the floor, hidden among the shelves and boxes and knocked over masks like faces for company.
the little blue oni is all she needs. ]
Good night, sweetie. I'll be seeing you ... again.
[ she curls around the doll, bringing it close to her chest. she shuts her eyes — and waits. ]