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sorrowful-lover · 1 month

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Hi! I have a request if that's ok. What do you think a Yandere Kokushibo x Reader wedding would be like? Thank you and have a good day!

Yandere Husband! Kokushibo x Wife! Human Reader - Once Upon a Time

Warning: Yandere, Possessive actions, depression

Slight Summary: You felt foolish, you felt dumb, you felt betrayed, you felt lied to, and you can't do anything, but blame yourself for it.

I'm guessing the reader is a human, I'm so sorry if that's not what wanted! I hope this is to your liking!!

The infinity castle was silent, as you and Kokushibo sat side by side on your own zabuton pillows, you could feel Kokushibo's ever-observant gaze on you and everyone else. His possessiveness over you made him almost beastly. You were both dressed in traditional wedding kimonos, along with everyone else who was dressed for the occasion. It was formal and quiet. You all listen to Muzan as he recites the wedding officiant.

Your head was held down, your thoughts wondering elsewhere, as you really didn't want to be married off, your demon lover, soon-to-be husband, Kokoshibo was a bastard that you had once upon a time loved with all your heart, but you now hated him. When you first met him, he was so kind, sweet, patient, loving, and shy, he was a monster, but he was the man you loved.

Once upon a time, feeling like a lifetime ago, you never thought you would get married, especially not to a demon of all creatures. You were a young girl, living your life according to traditions and your normal customs. You lived with your ever-loving parents, never having been married to a man, you were to stay home, as women couldn't own one alone, she'd have to become a widow for such a thing to happen. Not far from your home, was a field of flowers, where you'd frolicked, danced, and picked flowers when you were feeling trapped or depressed. It was that very field, on a cloudless night with a full moon acting as your only source of light, where you first met him.

You usually didn't venture out at night, but you desperately wanted to clear your mind from your rare nightly thoughts. Loneliness and depression always seem to show their ugly head at such a time. Moving stealthily through the home, you exited with little to no trouble, and you ran for the field. The moon was your only source of light on a cloudless night, sitting on your hip in the soft grass where you gently picked the flowers. A small smile on your face as your depressive thoughts weren't smothering you anymore.

You weren't sure why, but you just happened to look up, and there you saw him. Standing in the distance, stiff like a statue. You grew frightened, as you were alone at night, and a stray man stood in the distance, just seemingly staring at you. You quickly move to stand up, a worried look on your face as you stare at him. You stood there a little longer, debating on whether you should call out to him or not, but you chose not to, running back to the safety of your parent's home. After that, you didn't venture out to the field at night for a while, for it had spooked you.

However, once more, your loneliness and depression made a nightly appearance 3 months later, you rolled in your bed, your troubling thoughts keeping you from sleeping. You looked towards the wooden bared window in your room, seeing the full moon on a cloudless night once more. The images of the man flashed before your thoughts and fear gripped your throat, as it was on a night like this when you first saw him. Your fear won, and you forced yourself to sleep through your sad tears.

The night grew long after that, as your depression grew and weighed on you, your desperation for a peace of mind outweighed your fears, and you decided to sneak out of your home and out to the field once more. You were more cautious of your surroundings this time, as you sat on the balls of your feet, prepared to jump up and run if needed, but the man was nowhere in sight. You grew relaxed and you were once more seated on your hip. You never saw the man that night, and many more nights after that, so you brushed it off as a one-time thing, a coincidence.

Came the next few months, and you were once more faced with your depressive thoughts, you didn't hesitate to make your way out to the field, the moon, once again your only source of light. Once to the field, you raced and frolicked around for a bit, and you smiled happily as you found a spot with the most flowers, there you sat on your hip and quickly got lost in your musing. You began humming a light tune to yourself, your small voice slowly forming words as your humming turned to singing. "Your voice.. is beautiful." Came a deep, older male's voice.

It was so close, your hair stood on end, your eyes wide in fear as you froze in what you were doing. You blinked and released a shaky sigh in anticipation as you slowly looked around yourself, you saw nothing and you wrote it off as your imagination. Your hand reached up to hold your chest, your heart beating rapidly in its caged prison. "I must be sleepy, I'm hearing voices." You said softly to yourself as you thought over what you believed to be a hallucinated voice.

"I assure you.. I am real." Came his voice once more, but closer, too close. Your head whipped around as you looked behind yourself, your eyes shifting frantically as fearful tears gathered in your eyes. "Wh-wh--whoo-oes... Whoes there?" You stuttered out. "For.. I am"He said once more, you looked back forward with a whip of your head, and your heart practically stopped beating. Your vision became that of tunnel vision, your flight or fight reflexes activating rapidly.

You felt faint as your mind tried to process what you were staring at. His six eyes stared deeply into yours, almost as if he were searching for something. Your brain felt as though it were shutting down from the fear itself, for you were looking at a monster, and you just knew that you were to die. Your eyes lost focus as they became dull with unconsciousness and they rolled into the back of your head as your body went limp.

Your world went dark, and then you awoken, in the safety of your room, your covers over your body. You lay there, numb for a moment, as your brain processes your memory. 'Did I truly see that?... Did I truly see a monster?' You thought, your inner monologing voice just as numb as your body. Your eyes slowly drifted back close, as your brain was far too tired to stay awake, having just experienced a sense of life or death in such a rapid fashion.

Your world wasn't the same after that, your thoughts constantly wondering to that night, his six eyes were the only thing you remember seeing, the red sclera of his eye, the yellow iris that gazed back at you, the kanji in his eyes... it was all you could think about... you felt crazy because instead of avoiding the night, you made it a point to venture out more often, hoping to see him once more.

It was a long while before you did, but you never lost hope that he wouldn't show up, and your hope proved to be fruitful as he eventually made his appearance. This time, you were able to get a better look at him. He was tall, powerful, disciplined, stoic, monstrous, and handsome. You were fearful and weary of him, but your curiosity was able to surpass the feeling. He proved to be sweet.

He was kind, patient, and stoic. He held a form of grace about himself that you couldn't help but admire. It became a nightly routine for you both to meet up in the field, you talked and you laughed. You no longer came to the field out of sadness, it was now out of joy. Over time, you grew comfortable with him, you'd make him a couple of flower crowns, and he tried to make you some in return, although his pride was strong and he wouldn't ever allow you to watch him struggle with the delicate plant. It was cute. Your curiosity for him grew and eventually, it bloomed into love. He was a creature of the night, and you were a soul of the day, but your love couldn't have been more right.

When you left to be with Kokushibo, you never told your parents, you wrote them a note, telling them how much you appreciated them and how much you'll miss them and that you promised to visit. You felt guilty for doing such a thing, but you couldn't allow this opportunity to pass you. So you left with him one night, never looking back as you did.

Off on your own with him, you both traveled for miles, days, months, and years. Wandering all over Japan, watching as he'd fight to protect you from his pursuers, he'd leave you to your lonesome on some occasions, going to a nearby village, only to return with a gift for you. You were happily traveling with Kokushibo, but you were ready for a home, gone was the young girl, and in her place was a young woman, and Kokushibo knew it. So, he got you both a lovely little home deep in the woods.

It was a decent-sized home, and you loved it. He'd leave you there on your own, leaving you to your duties as an unmarried wife. You were able to make a few friends with the travelers and their wives, and you were always so happy when they'd make time in their busy schedules to come and see you. He'd come home every few months, checking in on you and allowing you to wash his clothes, and to accompany him in a soothing bath.

You enjoyed pampering him, and he seemed to enjoy it just as much. The years passed, and you bloomed into a wonderful young woman, with a sense of pride, self-respect, and discipline. He felt that you were ready for marriage, and you were pleased to hear it. You've been ready to marry him for a while, wanting to be his for life and he yours.

You'd both live happy lives forever, and you were so ready for it... but that's when everything went wrong. His sweetness turned to bitterness, his kindness turned to rudeness, his patience turned to urgency, and his love turned to possession. He wasn't the man you loved anymore, he wouldn't allow you to leave your home, he'd sometimes keep you locked in one room for days, he wouldn't allow the small group of friends you've obtained to come over anymore, he kept you close, an eye always on your every little movement.

You tried, on several occasions to run away, once your pipedream was shattered that he wasn't going to ever revert back, but he'd always catch you before you could get too far. On a good day, he'd cuddle with you, his cold hugs were comforting, but his words of possession and promise of punishment didn't match his actions. Then, your freedom was completely stripped from you, when you and he were brought to the infinity castle.

There you learned the ugly truth, that the man you loved so deeply really was a monster, he killed and ate your parents, your friends, any other humans who you even shared a smile with on your travels together, he was a demon, a heartless monster.

Once upon a time, he was lovely, he was revered as cool, now he was cruel and you were a fool. You felt so alone, the infinity castle was so big, empty, cold, and devoid of any life. Kept in a room that resembled a small home, the only good thing from any of this was the fact that he'd come and go more often, but it wasn't the same, and it never will be.

The sound of cheering brought you back to the present from your thoughts of the past, from the life you so foolishly threw away. You looked around, the upper moons all having smiles on their faces as they threw rice at you and Kokushibo. Your wedding was complete, and your life was sealed. If you've learned anything from your time in this twisting, turning adventure, it was to act. A smile graced your red-painted lips, your hand intertwining with Kokushibo's as you felt your heartbreak, as your fate was sealed forever.

This was your life now, this was your new beginning.

Once upon a time, a young girl dreamed of falling in love and getting married, she lived in her parents' house still, as young women weren't allowed to own one themselves unless they were widows.

Once upon a time, there was a naive young girl, living in a fantasy land, she never realized it, but she had it all.

Once upon a time, you were that very girl, you were free.

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lavenderdrxp · 4 months

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Michikatsu is the perfect example of 'hardwork makes you perfect'. He wasn't born with any natural talent and the slayer mark unlike yoriichi. He may have let his jealousy take over him but he worked hard every single day and became a samurai.

I'm not defending his actions or anything. What he did to his wife and kids was not something one should do but he was determined to fullfil his dream. he was from a noble family and the pact between him and his wife probably was a product of political marriage.

He sure was jealous of yoriichi but worked hard as he joined the corps and was the second person to develop demon slayer mark. not to mention that he was the second strongest samurai after yoriichi and this rank if his was the product of his hard work.

After he turned into a demon he did not stopped practicing his skills and he developed more forms of his breathing technique resulting it to be the one which has the most forms of strikes. He took his breathing techniques, senses and skills to a new hight after becoming a demon.

If we look at it carefully, we could see that his survival as a demon and reaching the upper most rank after muzan himself was the result of his hard work. No natural talent, only pure hardwork and dedication. He set his mind at a goal and he did achieved it even if it was after yoriichi's death.

According to what I think, during these centuries his skills only grew and grew. He became more and more powerful and it wouldn't be surprising that he would be as strong as yoriichi if not more or at least somewhere near him.

Yoriichi's strength and skills were the gift of plot armor and natural skills. Meanwhile, Michikatsu earned it.

In many ways, I find michikatsu relatable and he is a perfect ideal for me (ignoring his bad deeds and focusing on the dedication). He's my favorite.

I do not hate yoriichi, in fact I love and enjoy his character very much.

But, michikatsu/ kokushibo is the most well written character in kimetsu no yaiba.

He is the greatest samurai to me and always be.

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lil-charmy · 11 months

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“Okay, who brought them here?”

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer fanart #kimetsu no yaiba fanart #kny #kny fanart #kny douma #kny kokushibo #demon slayer douma #demon slayer kokushibo #kimetsu no yaiba kokushibo #kimetsu no yaiba douma #upper moon two #upper moon one #kokudouma #kokudou #how do you tag #I’m so sorry for the tags

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kokusfluffyhair · 8 months

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Hii :)) could I request yandere!Kokushibo x fem reader headcanons? <3

Yandere!Kokushibou x F!Reader Headcanons

+ He draws you in with how much of a gentleman he is

+ He is basically too perfect

+ He's very old-fashioned but in that cute and sweet kind of way, and he seems to be very pure in his heart

+ Either that, or he comes across as inexperienced ... or having forgotten about the experience he once had

+ But after you get deeper into your relationship, he shows his more possessive side

+ His jealousy has a tendency to take over and he can get aggressive if your eyes are moving away from him

+ He would grab an item of your clothing, pull you towards him, and growl in your ear "I'm ... over here"

+ Don't ever cheat on him unless you want to be unalived

+ The longer you stay in a relationship with him, the more obsessed he will get with you

+ He will force you to become a demon so he can never lose you "Do you ... doubt ... my love for you ... y/n ...? If you believe ... that I love you ... and only wish ... the best ... for you ... then you will allow me ... to bind us together ... for eternity ..."

+ When he leaves on missions, he keeps you locked in his wing so you cannot see other men unless it's Muzan because what can Kokushibou really do about that?

+ He claims that he locks you up for your own protection, because he doesn't want anyone to harm you while he's away "Y/n ... it is for ... your own good ... the world out there ... is too dangerous ... and cruel ..."

+ You're like a precious golden doll that must not ever be stolen away from him

+ Unfortunately, Douma got too close to the wing he keeps you in, and Kokushibou got suspicious that something was going on

+ He would have killed Douma, but Muzan forbade it, so instead he just cut him up multiple times

+ And you? He ties you up in his bedroom and interrogates you

+ He is willing to give you small cuts in your thighs with his katana if he thinks you are lying to him

+ After he becomes satisfied with your answers, he lets you down and apologises to you "I am sorry ... I know you would ... never ... betray me ... but Douma ... is too flirty ... and sometimes I worry ... you may be strayed ..."

#kokushibo #kokushibou #upper moon one #kokushibou yandere headcanons #kokushibo yandere headcanons #kokushibo x reader #kokushibou x you #kokushibou x y/n #kokushibo x y/n #kokushibou x reader #yandere kokushibou #yandere kokushibo #kny kokushibo #kny kokushibou

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thegayestmferintown · 7 months

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Hi there!! I absolutely adore your works<3 When I saw you wanted requests, I wanted to send one in. This one is for KNY:)

Could you please do Kokushibo with a petite reader? Like, the reader is only a short five feet (around 150 cm) tall? I would absolutely love that❤️

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨𝐮

He, being 6'2" (190 cm), finds it awfully cute.

He may not show it, but he absolutely freaks out when you ask him for help to reach something on a higher shelf.

You'll often find yourself being held, most often bridal style.

Now, he loves you more than anyone could ever love their significant other, but sometimes.. his protectiveness can get in the way of his love for you.

He would sooner throw Muzan on top of fans at a Michael Jackson concert and let him crowdsurf before he ever let you get hurt.

Even in the slightest.

If he were to witness someone mocking you for your height, he'd barely have enough self control to hold himself back from pouncing on them.

He's not usually one for affection, but he will, on occasion, leave gentle kisses to the top of your head.

When you two are alone, he'll bend over and whisper sweet nothings into your ears for a few minutes before walking off as though nothing happened.

He has a habit of just... scooping you up into his arms and holding you close.

If you cook, he'll often stay with you when you cook to gather ingredients for you.

If you want to get something down yourself, he'll put you on his shoulders and lift you up high enough to grab it.

He loves to dance with you, as odd as it is.

He loves to lift you up and watch your legs get lifted from the ground.

Your laughs as he does so is also another thing he looks forward to when you dance.

All in all, your height is just adorable to him.

#kokushibo #kokushibou #kokushibo x reader #kokushibou x reader #upper moon one #upper moon one x reader #upper moons x reader #upper moons #muzan kibutsuji #muzan #kny kokushibo #kny kokushibou #demon slayer kokushibo #asks #xtobfb

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mylovelybutler-786 · 1 year

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hii idk if ur comfortable with this but can i request a smut where Kokushibo from demon slayer kidnaps male reader from a village. nd after Kokushibo killed the Harshira that was sent there he went into homes to finish off the rest of the village and he found male reader hiding in a corner and jumps at every little movement Kokushibo makes and he just takes male reader home with him and keeps him and after a little while when male reader finally accepts this and gets comfortable with him. Then Kokushibo gets jealous once male reader and Douma start being friends and Douma "accidentally" takes it too far and hugs male reader and kisses his cheek so Kokushibo roughly pounds into male reader to remind him that hes only his pet and nobody else's 🙇‍♂️ (sorry if this makes no sense)

No problem!!!! Thank you for requesting!! (• ◡•)

— 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

{𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫} 𝐂𝐖: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ☜︎

Kokushibo had his eyes on you for a while ever since he saw you around a village he was searching for some Blue spider lilies, The cute shine in your eyes and natural blush around your face made you very attractive for a human. The way you’d get so scared easily from a sudden tap on the shoulder from someone you weren’t aware was behind you, to the way you were such an obedient and well-behaved human who had the upper moon stalking and lurking around your village every night to watch you. Unfortunately, someone from the Demon slayer corps had caught the sense of a powerful demon around your village, possibly being one of Muzan’s 12 kizuki. The Demon slayer corps was quick to send a Hashira to your village. Which had Kokushibo make a hold on his visit tonight.

A scoff came out of Kokushibo's throat seeing this annoying hashira in his way from seeing you. Knowing this annoying human interrupted his schedule of visiting you

_________ Your eyes shot open from the screaming you heard outside your home, a shiver runs down your spine as you began to tremble while listening to the people in your village crying out for their lives and some trying to evacuate the village. You were quick to stand up with unsteady legs, you walked over to the window of your home trying to see if there was some fire going on or an animal attack in the village. Peeking out your window you saw most of your village torn down with corpses and blood all around, the sight was quick to make you fall to your knees in terror, you whimpered at the continuous cries outside and quickly crawled into your closet with your blanket wrapped around you.

Even though you knew it wouldn’t help you against whatever was outside, you still hid frightened. After some minutes of silence, you slowly lowered the blanket around you and waited around with teary eyes. A sudden and loud crash was heard from your house from your door being kicked open and some of the wall from it tore off, The sudden noise caused you to screech and quickly slap your hand over your mouth and shut your eyes tight. When you heard nothing after that you slowly opened your eyes confused but slightly relieved thinking whatever that was hadn’t found you. Six red and yellow eyes meet you face to face, Your blood ran cold seeing this thing in front of you staring you down in silence. Your breath hitched as tears begin flowing down your cheeks. You shook as no sound was able to come out of your mouth only silence as you two stared at each other, You noticed the blood over this monster's clothing and a freaky-looking sword as you looked back at it face to face. All you could do was bow down and start begging for your life in front of this monster who stood above you. Kokushibo crouched down to you and picked your face up to look at him, he moved his non-bloody hand to your face and wiped the tears off your cheek. The random kindness this thing showed you left you shocked when he suddenly picked you up from the floor, You shrieked as it held you with a strong grip, and finally carried you with one arm holding you closely. “Let’s go home” Your face turned pale and you felt your heart drop hearing the demon say this to you. His heavy footsteps creaked against your home’s wooden flooring. The moonlight hit your face as you two exited your home and outside to your ruined village, the sight of this had you biting on your lower lip trying to stop a sob from coming out as the Six eyed demons carried you away from your home.

To keep you as his little pet…

#Demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kokushibo demon slayer #kokushibo x male reader #male reader #demon slayer x male reader #upper moon one #sub male reader #Dom character #yandere character #yandere demon slayer

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muzansfangs · 5 months

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader; Kokushibo x f!reader; Nakime, Douma, Yuichiro Tokito, Sabito, Makomo and Kotoha; mention to Inosuke and Kagaya;

Warnings: murder, death, use of guns, shotguns, blood, gore, mental and physical torture, explosions, knives, stabbing, abuse, angst, psychopathic tendencies, harassment, criminal plots, cheating, use of alcohol;

Plot: Muzan has finally found a way to take down part of the Ubuyashiky Empire. While you do not even know where he is, attending a dinner, supposed to be a date with Muzan, with his First in Command, you get drunk and a small accident takes place in the parking lot. What you do not know is that your soon to be husband is busy blowing up a building, while with the help of his loyal guards, he lets blood run down the streets.

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THIS PLACE IS ABOUT TO BLOW.

The night had barely veiled the sky, when Muzan hopped down from the car. After years of searching for that place, he had finally found it. The road was silent, exceptionally silent, and everything was set. For weeks he had tried to fetch Kagaya a blow. After the little stunt he had pulled with his daughter, with you, Muzan craved more. His arms factory, the industry located in a secret location that nobody could ever find, was now under his nose.

The new recruit, Kaigaku, had done a pretty decent job in stalking his cousin all the way here. Such a pity that a fine building was about to turn into ashes in a few minutes. Bombs had been activated in every angle of the company and all it would have taken to make them explode was a simple remote he was currently holding into his hand. A small black device with a red button in the middle.

"I believe there's still someone inside" Nakime pointed out, scrutinizing the area with a pair of binoculars and spotting two cars in the parking lot.

Muzan did not even bother glancing at them, he closed his eyes for a second and a small grin crossed his lips. There was such a difference between the person he was now and the one he was around you. He did not want to fail to attend your dinner, he went mad when he was not around you. Yet, he could not turn into somebody else only because now you were part of his life. If you love someone, you learn to love their edges too, right?

Also, everything he was doing now was for you.

"Awesome. This only means there will be some collateral damages" Muzan replied, before shoving his hand into his breast pocket and pulling a phone out to check the time. It would have been foolish bringinghis main device in the area. The police would have reasonably been able to track him down and, frankly, the last thing he needed was to be arraigned on a charge of murder.

Studying the area before attacking had granted him the chance to find a blind spot where the videocameras could not catch even small glimpses of them. Yet, since there seemed to still be people into the building, and he was smart enough to figure that some of them were Slayers, they had to be ready to fight. Bringing with him his most cold-blooded assassins would have surely helped me to get the job done in a matter of seconds.

"Be nimble. Don't toy with your victims. — Muzan said, his plum red eyes darting on the silver-haired man at his left — I'm talking to you, idiot" he remarked, earning a grin from Douma.

His presence alone was enough to irk Muzan. He would have gladly asked Kokushibo to take care of this but, since he could not trust Douma around you, he had no other choice than switch the roles of his bodyguards.

"Can I, at least, kidnap a lady? You know, like a souvenir to remember this glorious night" Douma chimed, causing Nakime to grimace in disgust and Muzan to load up the gun he kept on his belt.

As the raven-haired politician turned to face Douma and pointed the gun at him, the bodyguard knew it was time to shut up. It was not the first time Muzan killed someone. Five bodyguards had been murdered in the last two years, all murdered by the said man.

"Do not give me an excuse to blow your brains out – Muzan deadpanned, locking eyes with Douma before turning to glance briefly at Nakime – Get in position now, both of you" he added shortly.

In a few seconds, the lights into the building they were watching turned down. Kaigaku had finally caused the blackout in the area. A few seconds passed by, before a couple of Slayers ran out of the building and checked the area around the parking lot. Their blades glimmered under the moonlight as their eyes searched for possible threats. They seemed young, probably barely around their early twenties. It was clear that they were no match for the two Moons ready to strike them down. They waited in the darkenss, until the taller one noticed the shiny car parked on the side of the road.

"Fox, that car doesn't belong to any of us" he pointed out, his turquoise eyes widening even so slightly in the futile attempt to catch some details that coukd have helped him to figure out what was going on. However, they were too far for that and they ventured down the desert street to approach the vehicle.

The other Slayer, the one wearing a white Fox mask with a peculiar scar on it, walked beside his dark-haired colleague. His grip on the hilt of his katana was tight, his knuckles had turned white as they carefully devoured the distance between them and the car. He seemed more tense than the other, as if he was expecting to be attacked at any given chance. Yet, it was not enough to save them.

It happened before they could even realize it. As the taller one got close enough to peek into the opened window of the parked vehicle, a knife was thrown at his back and impaled his right shoulderblade. A wince of pain left his lips as he turned around hastily and slashed at the brunette woman standing a few strides away from him.

"Yuichiro!" the masked slayer yelled out, the blood spilling out from his colleague's wound splattered over his white mask.

Nakime dodged the attack and drew another knife from the suspender on her thigh "Good evening, fellas" she cooed, her red-painted lips curling up in a smile as Douma joined her and unfolded his tessens. He pouted, cocking his head to the side as he let hsi multicolored orbs analyze his opponents outfits.

"Distasteful choice of colors for your suits... The mask is cute, though, but I would love to look my enemy straight in the eye, as I tear him apart. I hope you don't mind it, dear" the Second in Command cheerfully said, before quickly slashing at the mask covering the shorter slayer's visage.

The sound of the two pieces of wood clattering on the dirty ground made the peach-haired guy flinch and his lavander eyes glint in anger. That blow, so fast and precise, could have killed him right on the spot. How was he not able to dodge it? There was no doubt that the two strangers in fornt of them were skilled fighters. They were Moons. They clearly had no chances against them and his mind only screamed for one thing: the urge to protect Makomo and the secretary, Kotoha. They needed to run as far away as possible and to call for someone to help them out.

If they somehow managed to survive.

"Go to call Makomo and Kotoha. Tell them to go, tell Makomo I love her" Fox said through gritted teeth, not even galncing at Yuichiro for a second.

"Sabito, no! If you think I'm going to leave you alone, you're clearly out of your mind" Yuichiro spat, before he coughed up some blood on his hand.

At that sight, Douma smiled brightly and nudged Nakime's ribs with his elbow "Woah, you compromised his lungs! Good job!" he beamed, as the brunette simply twirled the knife between her fingers and threw it at the already wounded slayer, hoping to get it through his heart.

As she aimed for the organ, Sabito's eyes switched on her as he was quick to knock it out of Yuichiro's way with an horizontal slash of his katana.

Nakime sighed "You know, I was doing your friend a favor by stabbing him through his heart. I was saving him all of this sufferings... Nevermind, though" she whispered, as she got ready to throw another knife.

However, a sudden shotgun and the sight of Yuichiro's dead body slumping onto the ground were enough to make her flinch. The bullet had went clean through the slayer's head, killing him right on the spot. While Nakime knew exactly who had fired the gun, Sabito's eyes widened in horror as he knelt down next to his comrade as if shaking his shoulder could bring him back to life. It was pointless. Yuichiro Tokito was dead. A tickle of blood was running down the curve of his nose, contrasting with his pale skin and the glassy eyes now staring into the void. It was over, it was all over.

"Incompetent Moons are a pain in the ass. Worthless, you are worthlesss" Muzan Kibutsuji flatly said, his deep voice piercing their ears before he came to their vision.

Soft whimpers and shaky breaths filled the air, as two women walked slowly in front of him. One of them was younger, her tiny hand hold a broken blade in her hand as her blue eyes serached for Sabito's ones. Her left eyebrow was cut, as if someone had smacked her and, as Muzan kicked her on her back, making her fall face down on the cobblestone, it was pretty clear who had done it. The other one was around her thirties, emerald eyes contrasting with long and dark hair loosened down her small shoulders. She was terrified, tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched the scene before her eyes.

"Muzan Kibutsuji" Sabito hissed, trying to craddle Makomo in his arms, as the tiny girl sobbed in fear and gripped the fabric of her boyfriend's shirt in her little fists.

Muzan gripped the older woman's hair and made her wince in agony, before he shoved her against Douma's chest, as a sign for him to hold her still. The silver-haired man sneered and gladly wrapped his hands around her wrists, holding them tightly behind her back. His breath fanned her earlobe, making the woman shiver in fear.

"What's your name, honey?" Douma whispered, propping his chin over her shoulder.

"Kotoha. Hashibira Kotoha" she merely murmured, squeezing her eyes shut in fear as Muzan loaded his gun again and walked up towards the young couple of slayers, sitting at his feet.

It was their end. No one was going to save them.

"That's right. It's my name. — Muzan replied, pointing his gun at Sabito's head — I've tried to ask them about it, but all they were capable of telling me were pleas for mercy. How pathetic... Tell me, is there someone else in the building?" he coldly asked him, his finger ready to pull the trigger as soon as the slayer had given him the answer he needed.

Sabito held Makomo tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, as he refused to waste his last breath to talk to him. Instead, he pressed his lips against Makomo's temple and closed his eyes.

"I love you. Close your eyes" he whispered softly.

Two shotguns filled the air, some bids flying away from the brench of a nearby tree as Kotoha almost fell on her knees. She knew she would have been the next, her heart was thrumming in her chest in anticipation as thanked the God for what had happened that morning.

If Inosuke had not changed his shift with Yuichiro, the young boy laying on her ground would have been her son.

"Nakime. You know what to do. A 'K' on her left cheek, now. Hurry up" Muzan ordered his Fourth in Command as Douma gripped Kotoha's jaw to hold her head firmly.

Terror filled her eyes as she tried to wriggle in Douma's grip, only to earn an amused chuckle from the sadistic Moon behind her "Come on, hold on tight, it's like a tattoo" he crooned, as Nakime pierced her cheek with the cold blade of her knife.

Screams of pain shattered the silent night as the Fourth in Command neatly cut on her flawless skin, dark blood oozing down from the lines forming the shape of a 'K'. The mark of Muzan, his message for Ubuyashiki.

"Please, stop! It hurts! I can't!" Kotoha screetched, as Nakime finally stepped back and Muzan flicked his gaze up to admire her work of art.

There was no sympathy in his eyes as he reached his hand up to tuck a strand of Katoha's hair behind her ear, apathy in his visage as he grasped her hand delicately and pulled her closer to him. He did not care about the pain he was putting her through. She was a tool for him to send a message to his enemy.

"Your role is important, my dear. You will deliver my message to Kagaya Ubuyashiki" Muzan said, holding her gaze as she sobbed uncontrollably.

His words confused her. Was he going to spare her? The dim ounce of hope seemed to twinkly in her eyes as she wiped some blood and tears from her face with the sleeve of her shirt.

"What do you mean? Do I have to call him? Do you want me to be a messanger?" she naively asked him, her shoulder shaking as she tried to collect her breath.

This made him smile faintly. His hand reached for something behind his back, as he made sure her gaze was transfixed on him. Kotoha Hashibira was indeed a sweet woman.

His free hand held up her chin as he spoke out again "Yeah, exactly. You are going to be my messanger, Kotoha. But, you see, I got nothing to tell him. Therefore, my message has be graphic. That is why I do believe in killing the messanger" Muzan reasoned, grasping the handle of the switchblade he had hidden in his back.

Her eyes went round as she shook her head "No! No, please! Why?" she screamed, but the blade through her heart made her choke on her words.

Blood dripped out of her mouth as Muzan stared deeply into her eyes and helped her to lay down onto the ground.

"Because it sends a message" he whispered in her ear, as she twitched a few last times, before life abandoned her body.

Silence swallowed them again, as Muzan grasped the controller and his bodyguards got back into the car. He stared at the building one last time, before hopping into the passenger seat. As Douma began to drive away, Muzan rested his thumb onto the red button and, with a click, the industry exploded. The sound of the explosion felt like music to his ears and he watched the smoke and flames envelope it through the rear view mirror.

♚

"He stood me up. He fucking stood me up" you slurred, eyes wide open as you stared up at Kokushibo in pure shock. You could not believe Muzan had cancelled your dinner through a stupid message.

Now, all dolled up and drunk, you were talking to his First in Command about how pathetic and stupid you felt for not having got back at him for that.

"As if buying me some Valentino dress and these stupid shoes... Argh, I have even forgotten the name of their brand" you ranted, dipping your head between your arms as you closed your eyes in irritation. You had drunk too much, that was evident, and now an exhaspered Kokushibo was forced to raise from him chair and help you to stand up.

"I think it's time to go home. – he lowly said, clearing his throat to catch your attention — And the brand of your shoes is Louboutin" he added, making you quirk up your eyebrows and smile up at him.

"Aw, that's so cute, you remembered the brand for me! Yeah, let's go home! Let's go! I wanna set his stupid collections of ancient tapestries on fire!" she chimed, giggling as the stoic man's ears turned pink for the embarrassment.

The restaurant was empty at that hour. You were the last two guests left in here, since you had kept on ordering bottle after bottle to drown your anger and sadness into expensive wine. Actually, all that you felt now was a suffocating dissatisfaction. You could barely stand on your heels and you clung to Kokushibo's arm as a koala.

As you almost toppled down a table, the man exhaled through his nostrils and hauled you over his shoulder making you squeak out in surprise.

"Coconut! Coconut, let me down! I can perfectly walk!" you protested, blushing as the waiters stared at you two with uncomfortable expressions plastered over their faces. They had recognized you, obviously, but Kokushibo had paid them enough to keep their mouths shut about this little stunt you had pulled.

"Stop calling me that" Kokushibo said, walking through the exit and up to his car. Just a little longer, he had to try not to strangle you for a little longer.

However, you were far from being done. Annoying Kokushibo was an art you had crafted since the first day you two crossed paths. It was in your veins, you were born for it.

"Oh, I understand! You were just looking for an excuse to stare at my ass, were you not?!" you taunted him, bursting out laughing for your own stupid joke.

"I suggest you to shut up" he warned you in a stern tone.

"I suggest you to take that broom out of your ass".

It was enough. He wanted to choke the life out of you, yet you were absolutely cute at times. Now, now as you were pestering him, you were hilarious too and he could not take it anymore. You were ready to say something else, he felt the muscles of your abdomen flex over his shoulder as you took a deep breath. This time, though, you were going to swallow your shallow speeches.

You did not process it, all you knew was that you found yourself settled onto the hood of his car and his maroon eyes bored into yours for a split second. What followed was his hand grasping your jaw and his mouth capturing yours in a passionate kiss that made your toes curl into your shoes.

It lasted a few seconds, your hands settled on each side of you for balance as his tongue explored your mouth. You were drunk, really, but sober enough to feel how passionate he was.

"Will you shut up for the rest of ride?" he breathed out, as the kiss broke.

Of course you were going to shut up.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I have finally uploaded this chapter on Tumblr too. One more part and I will be finally get the perfect balance again. This chapter was rather dark and I am well-aware of it, but the story is supposed to be like that. It’s finally time to show some action, after all. Hopefully, I will bless you with some fluff in a while… Or so I believe!

As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreaciated!

Until next, x o x o

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Reunion (Kokushibo x F!Reader)

(Warning: Kokushibo’s backstory spoilers.)

Silence. A melody Kokushibo had long grown used to. In fact, he enjoyed it, even if at times it made him think of the past. Of his brother Yoriichi, of his jealousy, of his wife, and of his descendants. Memories of his long-lost humanity. Worthless memories. The Upper Moon One grunted as he looked up at the clear night sky. It was useless to remember those things now. The past wasn’t going to return. Not that he wanted it to do so.

“Michikatsu?”

(Name)’s voice rang in his brain. The voice of his wife, a voice he didn’t expect to hear again. His mood turned sour; he shouldn’t be thinking of old thoughts and feelings. He got up, ready to leave. To his surprise, someone grabbed the sleeve of his kimono. Kokushibo turned to see who dared touch him. A pair of (e/c) eyes met his, Kokushibo’s six eyes narrowing in annoyance. She was a demon like him but of lower rank. He didn’t have time to waste, even less with weaklings.

“I apologize.” She muttered, her eyes showing a hint of disappointment at the demon’s coldness. A disappointment that seemed baseless to the demon. That’s when he noticed. That voice was familiar.

“(Name)?” Kokushibo asked, his face slightly softening. No, he must be mistaken. It was impossible. It had been almost four hundred years; his wife couldn’t be alive. The Upper Moon One removed her hand from his sleeve, putting his feelings aside. He should leave now; he was wasting time. As the Upper Moon started walking again, her voice echoed in the forest.

“Please wait, Michikatsu!” Her voice pleaded.

That name. A name he had long dismissed was being used to refer to him once again. The wind breeze moved their hair, making (Name)’s features visible in the moonlight. As much as Kokushibo didn’t want to believe it was possible, there was no mistake. His wife was there.

“You are wasting your time.”

His voice rang back as he disappeared in the darkness. Kokushibo had missed her, yes, but she was also a reminder of his human life. A reminder of his weakness and the life that he had left behind.

(Name) looked at where he stood a few seconds ago. Even after Kokushibo left her and their kids, she had been searching for him. She even turned into a demon four hundred years ago after hearing about a demon that matched Michikatsu’s appearance. Her life after his departure had been fully focused on one thing: finding him.

“I just want to talk…” (Name) mumbled to herself, still looking at the place where Kokushibo was.

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As much as the strongest Upper Moon wanted to stop thinking about the encounter with his wife, he couldn’t. The memories of their time spent together kept coming back, much to his annoyance. Those useless feelings filling his mind.

“(Name)…” He whispered as he kept walking around the forest. The demon kept walking, trying to find comfort in nature. Only the forest and the loneliness could soothe his soul at times like that. He rested his hand on the hilt of his katana as he gazed at the night sky. The memory of (Name)’s was now engraved in his mind, as much as he wanted it to disappear.

The peace didn’t last long. A fight could be heard in the distance, the clash of metal resonating in the air. Kokushibo got closer, a mixture of curiosity and hope of finding a strong opponent to distract himself filling him. His steps were quiet, not wanting the other party to notice his presence. That’s when he saw it. (Name) was fighting with a Hashira.

(Name)’s movements were sloppy. Weak. Inexperienced. The way she held her katana and her posture were wrong. It was a surprise how she remained alive for so long with such a lack of basic fighting knowledge.

Kokushibo felt his chest burn as he heard her pained screams. He shouldn’t care about an inferior being. So why did his chest ache as he watched the pain on her features? Why did seeing her wounds and the blood dripping on the ground make his eyes narrow in anger? Why did he care? It was only a matter of time before she was defeated. And then he could go back to his usual life. No more memories of her. Of them. Of the past.

(Name) could feel the blade of the Hashira’s katana in her neck. It was over. She wasn’t able to talk to Michikatsu at the end. To understand why he left her and their kids. “If only I was stronger.” She thought, closing her eyes. Ready to met her end.

Then, a loud thud. (Name) opened her eyes, just to find the Hashira laying on the ground. A puddle of blood underneath him. It was not until she saw Kokushibo next to her that she understood what had happened.

“…”

Kokushibo wasn’t a man of words, so he said nothing. His six eyes were soon fixed on her, watching her wounds. If Kokushibo still had something in him of the man she used to know, she could swear his gaze was softer. Loving, even.

“Kokushibo.” He leaned closer, his thumb caressing the wound on her cheek. It took a few seconds before it regenerated, with his touch still lingering until it fully healed. “My demon name.”

His strong arms wrapped around her, bringing her closer to his body. (Name) was a reminder of his humanity. A lovely reminder, even if he didn’t want to admit so. Kokushibo buried his face in her hair, enjoying her warmth. As he breathed in her scent, his muscles relaxed.

(Name) was a weakness. The only weakness he was willing to allow back into his life.

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doumadono · 11 months

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Upper Ranks Demons & s/o having hard time orgasming - headcanons (part 1)

Warnings: angst & some suggestive descriptions, male!Reader Requested by: @greenwitchsalem - love, I trust that you will find pleasure in the following headcanons, I have crafted them with care ♥

MASTERLIST

AKAZA

Initially, Akaza might not fully comprehend the gravity of the situation and might unintentionally make the situation worse by pressuring his s/o to perform or constantly asking what he's doing wrong

As he starts to understand the trauma his s/o has experienced, Akaza's guilt and frustration would consume him. He would blame himself for not being able to make him feel safe and loved

Over time, Akaza would become extremely patient and gentle with his s/o. He would prioritize his emotional well-being over physical intimacy

Understanding that trust is paramount, Akaza would prioritize open communication. He would encourage his partner to share his feelings, fears, and boundaries, assuring him that his well-being matters more than anything else

As Akaza becomes more attuned to his partner's needs, he discovers the power of sensual massages and takes the time to explore his body, easing his tensions and creating a safe space for pleasure

As trust and healing progress, Akaza introduces elements of sensory play, carefully negotiated and always with an emphasis on his partner's comfort and consent

"I want to explore every inch of your body, unraveling your pleasure with my fingertips and lips."

DOUMA

Douma, known for his sadistic nature, might initially find the situation amusing, unaware of the gravity of his partner's trauma. He might make insensitive remarks or jokes, causing his s/o to withdraw further

However, as Douma starts to witness the toll it takes on his partner, he would become genuinely concerned and remorseful for his actions. He would actively educate himself on trauma and its effects by talking with his cultists

Douma would work on rebuilding trust and understanding with his s/o, offering constant reassurance and being open to adapting to his needs. He would engage in non-sexual forms of intimacy, like cuddling or gentle touch, to rebuild their emotional connection

To rebuild their intimacy, Douma would explore new ways to pleasure his partner that do not involve triggering his trauma. He would be open to experimentation, ensuring consent and always prioritizing his partner's comfort and boundaries

In an effort to connect on a deeper level, Douma surprises his partner with intimate settings, like sake baths, where they can explore their desires and create unforgettable memories

Over time, Douma discovers his partner's unique erogenous zones and learns to pleasure him with a combination of skillful touch and whispered words of adoration

"I can't wait to tease you relentlessly, to hear you beg for release as I prolong your pleasure, my lotus."

KOKUSHIBO

Initially, Kokushibo might be dismissive of his partner's struggles, believing it to be a temporary issue. He may feel frustrated, perceiving it as a lack of physical satisfaction for himself

As he learns about the severity of his trauma, Kokushibo would be torn between his desire for physical intimacy and his guilt for contributing to his partner's pain. He would wrestle with his own conflicting emotions

Over time, Kokushibo would become more empathetic and understanding. He would offer unwavering support, patiently waiting for his partner to feel comfortable and secure. He would prioritize his emotional healing above everything else

Recognizing the significance of emotional connection in the end, Kokushibo would focus on deepening their bond through acts of love and kindness. He would express his love through gestures like writing heartfelt letters, preparing his favorite meals, or offering comforting embraces without any expectations - his stoic demeanour would be a huge advantage

Kokushibo takes delight in exploring erotic literature and art with his partner, arousing his mind before exploring his body, creating an atmosphere of intellectual and physical connection

"Through our shared exploration, we'll transcend the boundaries of pleasure, reaching heights we never thought possible. My love, fear not. In due time, your struggles with climaxing will fade into oblivion, replaced by waves of pleasure and satisfaction I will grant you with."

MUZAN

Inceptively, Muzan would be furious and resentful towards his partner for not being able to meet his desires. He may lash out in frustration, unaware of the trauma he has endured

Once the full extent of his trauma is revealed, Muzan's anger would transform into a combination of regret, and self-loathing. He would despise himself for contributing to his pain

Despite his remorse, Muzan's methods of support would be warped and possessive. He would become more possessive, obsessed with fixing his partner's issues, often disregarding his boundaries. His intentions would be misguided, as he struggles to separate his selfish desires from his partner's emotional well-being

Muzan, driven by his possessive nature, discovers the thrill of submission, allowing his partner to take control in the bedroom, where they can explore their desires and boundaries in a consensual and empowering way

Muzan, fascinated by his partner's pleasure, introduces aphrodisiacs and sensory enhancements, heightening their sensations and deepening their connection as they explore new realms of ecstasy

"In this world, I am the god of pleasure, and I will make you mine, over and over again, until ecstasy becomes our only reality, Y/N."

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