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Kokushibo is a man of little emotion.
You make him feel feelings he hasn’t felt in a long time.
Feelings he had almost forgotten.
And he likes it.
Because of this, Kokushibo can be a little overprotective.
He doesn't want to see you hurt.
There is a soft spot for you in his cold heart.
Not usually a pda fan in public places.
Kokushibo doesn’t want to be too gentle.
If he reveals that you are in his weak spot someone might want to hurt you.
Kokushibo will not let that happen.
Usually he is a big spoon.
Kokushibo is really long.
He usually bends down for a kiss.
Or he'll just lift you up.
In the beginning, Kokushibo kisses are quick and light.
But as you get to know each other better, they become breathtaking and long.
Especially if Kokushibo has been away from you for a long time.
Chances are he'll make you a demon.
Now you can be together forever.
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yandere-romanticaa · 11 months
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I can't just let Douma be in the spotlight now, can I?
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For the past few months, you'd have a secret little rendezvous every single night without fail. You never saw his face as he would always have his back turned to you but you eventually gave up on pestering him to reveal himself fully.
He stumbled upon you randomly as you were tending to your garden and humming to yourself. It was a long way until his destination so the demon decided to take a breather, just for a little bit.
Besides, to him, you were nothing more than a potential snack at the time.
Your blood was young and hot and your flesh smelled sweet - the ultimate food. However, even a monster such as Upper Moon One liked to enjoy himself from time to time. He patiently waited for you to finish humming and he would strike you down then.
Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine that you would be able to even see him let alone approach him.
Tiny specks of fear and suspicion laced your voice but other then that you were completely friendly towards him.
It was moronic. He didn't understand why he chose to entertain you and your stupid questions.
You were cautious of him at the beginning but still kept a kind and friendly air around you, an odd change of pace for the demon.
And that is how this entire thing started, him and you, together in the moonlight. His checkered black and purple haori swayed lightly with the wind as his long hair covered most of his back, except his sword. You would often remark that because of the weapon he carried you oddly felt safe around him, that if anything dangerous would cross your path he could just hack it to bits. There was a bit of truth there, he was indeed capable of slicing down anything and anyone who stood in his way.
It's simply your own fault for not realizing that he was the danger you should run away from.
Kokushibo was amazed at how at ease you felt with him, so much so that you never actually stopped to analyze your surroundings - the world would go stale and quiet the moment he made his presence known, all of the woodland beings would flee the moment they would catch a whiff of the scary demon. The eerie silence did not stop you from babbling endlessly and Kokushibo himself never actually made the effort to do so either.
He'd would often ask himself why was he even wasting time with you like this. Someone this naive, silly and carefree was a walking target, dare he even say a simple meal on legs even. Any other demon would have eaten you by now and would have savored every single bite.
He hated himself a little because of this, for wasting his time with you.
But the thought of cutting you down made his chest ache, a feeling he had almost completely forgotten.
So he settled on this, for now. He would indulge you on your little outings and, while he would never dare to say it, he indulged himself as well by simply being in your company. When he was with you he was just another ordinary person.
The truth of his nature could still be a secret for a while.
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dahliamalfoy97 · 1 year
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FEAST - Upper Moons, Muzan x Y/N reader
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Synopsis: Muzan calls for a meeting with the 3 Upper Moons and his wife is just s little greedy and Muzan decides to share her.
Warning: SMUT 18+ explicit content, slight dub con, group sex, rough sex, threesomes, choking, slapping, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink, slight blood kink, masochism, voyeurism? Monster kink, size kink, oral sex, mentions of kidnapping, murder,violence. So much going on in this.
A/N: first time writing a big group sex thing so it’s probably a bit cringey at times and it’s not edited so there’s probably lots of errors. I am such a simp for these four and have been trying to put them together the best I could. Anyways, hope you enjoy and don’t say I didn’t warn ya 😏
Word count: 7,102
"Y/N," Master Muzan calls from the dining hall, "please bring some of that wine out here."
You hurriedly, grab the bottle and a glass from the cabinet and rush out to the dining room. You freeze for a moment when you arrive. Noticing the Master isn't alone- there's 2 Upper Moon demons siting at the table, your master at the center while one of them sits at his left and the other at his right.
Moonstruck, you cautiously, approach the table, taking in all  the guests in a mixture of awe and fear. These two were the real deal. demons after Muzan himself. They were all sitting in one room and you feel the powerful aura that emanated from each of them.
"I'm so sorry, Master, " you stutter, "I didn't realize we had guests, or I would have gotten more glasses."
"It's alright, little dove," Those crimson eyes meet your nervous ones, searing into your soul as usual, making you feel all sorts of flustered.
Master Muzan was the King of Demons. The one that commanded them all to do his bidding. He held the most power. He was also the Devil incarnate because he was able to create demons and to become more powerful he fed on humans. He had an unrivaled bloodlust and was cold to everyone around him. He was cunning, vicious and evil. To everyone but you.
You had been just a human girl, on the brink of starvation when he took you in. He originally was going to fatten you up to kill you, but he ended up finding comfort in your presence and ended up falling for you instead. Because most humans would have been disgusted and terrified of him. But you were willing to do anything to please him. Most demons like him - emotions capable of emotions like love. But you had made him feel much more powerful than his demon army could.
Naturally, you too had fallen in love with the Devil who had saved you. Call it Stockholm Syndrome if you will- but you willingly stayed after learning what he really was. After seeing the blood he shed and the lives he destroyed. You fell in love with the monster anyways.
"Well isn't she a delight?" One of the upper moons cooes, he was ethereal. Like an demon in angel's clothing. This was the vibe the demon gave. He had friendly and inviting smile on his face, but something in those rainbow irises told you it was probably just a mask of the true intent that hid underneath. The one that was full of malice and all things evil. He made you shiver at how someone demonic could look so heavenly. He had pale porcelain skin, and long locks of silvery blonde hair, that swept in all kinds of different directions.
"This is my wife, Y/N," Your Master, replies. "Little dove, this is Douma, he's Upper Rank 2."
You bow your head in respect, "it's a pleasure to meet you."
"my my and she knows her manners too," he kisses your hand with his lips, his touch cold yet shivers automatically shoot down your spine. Something about this demon intrigued you and you wanted so desperately to know the devil underneath those rainbow eyes.
"Lord Douma, if you could please keep your hands to yourself," Muzan warns.
"But I mean she just looks so exquisite- it's shame she's your wife. I'd claim her for myself in an instant."
"You're disgusting," another Upper Moon mumbles to the left of Douma. "Have some fucking respect."
This demon had a more serious aura about him, he seemed more pissed off that he was here. He had hair the color of magenta and eyes like seemed to glow like the sun. His skin was a cool gray hue that had blue lines marking his skin and the rest of his body. He was well defined, as had an open purple vest that exposed his torso. You so desperately wanted to trace all those lines on his chest to see how deep they ran.
"Oh calm down, Pink Head, I'm just paying the lovely lady with some compliments."
"You never have genuine compliments," The Pink haired Upper Moon hisses. "or genuine intentions."
You can't help but giggle at their little banter. All three pairs of eyes focusing on you when you do. You can't help but feel a little shy being at the focus of all these powerful demons. Handsome ones at that.
"She giggled," The Pink Haired Demon says, sounding surprised. "Has she no fear of being around us?"
Muzan looks at you with adoration, "no, my little dove is quite fearless."
"Amazing," Douma wonders, "and she's so fûcking cute too."
Suddenly the doors to the dining room burst open, and the air shifts. As if it was a sunny day and the thunder decided to roll in. This is power this demon had. He had the most intimidating presence of all. He was very tall and muscular, taller than the rest of the demons here. His hair fell into black luscious waves, the ends dipped in a deep red.  But it was his eyes that made you tremble. Six pairs of eyes the color of the moon- his scleras a deep red that matched the tips of his hair. He was beautiful in such an intimidating way. If you weren't currently married to Muzan, you'd be falling in your knees in an instant for this man.
"Look who finally decided to show up." Douma taunts, earning a cold glare from the demon.
Something inside you quivered which each step he took. His purple and black checkered kimono billows behind him.
"Kokushibo, you're late," Muzan adds.
"I was busy," the demon finally replies and oh his voice is enough to make you press your thighs together.
Fuck fuck fuck.
You were married to the most powerful demon of all and yet you were craving these demons just as much.
The newcomer- Kokushibo. Who you knew from the character that was stained on his iris- that he was the Upper Rank One, took a seat the other end of the table.
"Well now that everyone is here, we can finally start this meeting, little dove, do you mind getting some more glasses ? "
"Of course, Master," when you looked in those crimson eyes there was a knowing smirk there and you exit the dining room in a flash.
While you're in the kitchen, you can't help but sneak a hand underneath the folds of your skirt, past your panties and feel your arousal dripping.
The amount of power in that dining room had you soaked to the core, flustered and embarrassed at the lewd images that filled your head, you hastily pull your skirt back down and grab the glasses from the cabinet.
Being a little short, you struggle to reach some of them, you try to climb the cabinet but a hand snakes around your waist, pining you between the counter and his backside. "Careful, little one, you're going to injure yourself." He reaches up to grab the glasses for you and places them in your hands, his pale large veiny hands covering your small ones completely.
"Thank you, Lord Douma," you say, a little breathless at the way he was holding you. You could feel something against your backside.
"No problem, little one, I'd be happy to help you in any way," He whispers seductively in your ear, his voice is soft and melodic but the way he speaks, has your nipples straining against the fabric of the  flimsy gown you wore.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?" You murmur as you feel a hand creep under your skirt.
"I am but I excused myself for the bathroom, sometimes a man has needs to attend to," his hand traces circles along your thigh before reaching the outline of your panties. "I know your Muzan's, but fuck, I can't keep my eyes off you. I want to devour you so badly but my curiosity for you and what you'd feel like around my cock, overshadows that and I want nothing more than to have a little taste of you," he tugs your ear between his teeth causing you you whine softly, his fingers dip into your panties and begin to rub your clit. "Did you know all of us demons have a heightened sense of smell, so I can smell your sweetness from across the room. And I just gotta have it."
"But I'm Muzan's," you protest lamely, arching your back as the circles on your clit quicken.
He laughs into your ear, "that's not what your sopping cunt says right now. Akaza was right. I'm not a man with good intentions. I take what I want, when I want."
With a wicked glint in his, he inserts a finger into your hole, he groans lightly at the way your finger just sinks him in, "so fucking wet for pussy that belongs to someone else."
You shamelessly begin to grind yourself againt him as he begins to fuck you his finger.
"Look at you, grinding on me like a needy slut," Douma cooes, while adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch out your gummy walls. Soon a third finger is added, and you're a sopping mess as he curls them upward immediately finding the spot that makes you scream. "Careful now, don't want your husband to hear you, or maybe you do."
All you can do is whine as he fucks you brutally with his fingers, you hear some rustling, and then your panties are being ripped down, and something hard is poking at your entrance. As soon as it pierces your walls, you let out a wail. The stretch burns and Douma gives you no chance to adjust to his curved long cock as he brutally pistons into you. Your still wedged between him and the counter so there's no room for you to move. Your completely trapped and helpless against his assault on your body.
"Fuck. So. Damn. Tight," he moans in your ear.
You could feel every scrape and every vein of his throbbing cock hammering into you, he was much longer than Muzan was and seemed to reach places deeper, and perhaps it was the precarious position you were in but all you could feel was him.
"Don't stop," you cry, you knew it was wrong for letting Douma fuck you, but it felt too good that you couldn't resist submitting to his control.
"Don't worry, Dollface," he pulls your ass out so it's angled and you have more room to move. You finally can glance down at where your connected, his balls slapping against your skin, that you knew would leave bruises with how hard they were slapping. His thrusts were relentless, animalistic. The counter's edges dig into your skin with each thrust.
Muzan has his rough tendencies, but this was another level, and you were overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure.
Douma's hands travel to your covered breasts and he cups them in his large hands giving time a squeeze.
"You keep clenching around me and I'm going to cum sooner than we both want. Although maybe I should use you for my own personal cum dump, and just take what I want from you."
You're so incoherent at this point that all the comes out of your mouth is strangled garbles, which turns into a whimper when he wraps a hand around you throat to cut off your airway.
"But unfortunately we can't take as long as we want, because your husband is probably wondering where we are," he just continues to babble in your ear.
The possible reminder of Muzan catching you with Douma, made you even more aroused than it should. You clamp around his cock at the thought, which causes him to fuck you harder. You could feel your stomach coiling he continued to pound into that one spot. He kept playing with your airway, with each thrust of his cock he would squeeze and then let go.
"Fuck, Douma, I'm close," you cry, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"So am I, your pussy is amazing, I want to kidnap you and keep you for my own. Muzan is a lucky motherfucker."
His thrusts become slower more torturous as if to draw out your agonizing orgasm, which was desperate for release.  You were about to lose it if you didn't cum soon. The ache was too much. Too overwhelming.
"Please Douma, let me cum," you beg.
He laughs, "You can beg better than that."
you pout, but that instantly changes when his speed picks up again, rocking your body with his, "FUCK DOUMA LET ME CUM PLEASE."
He cackles, his rainbow irises bright with amusement, "if Muzan comes in here because of that we are both dead."
"I don't care," you hiss, pushing yourself back on his cock trying to get more.
"Well go ahead then, cum slut, make a mess on my cock," Douma encourages. "If you're the desperate to. I think you're just too drunk on my cock to not care about anything else."
His mocking tone along with his greedy thrusts, has you coming undone.
"That's it, make a mess for Douma," he grins madly, before thrusting a few more times before exploding inside you. You both watch in satisfaction as his cum fills you up. "Looks so pretty with my cum." He grabs something behind him and shoves it into your pussy, making sure his cum doesn't leak out.
"Shit Douma, what if Muzan sees?"
The haze of sex has lifted and you're reminded of what you had just done. But there's no shame or remorse on Douma's face and you sure don't regret a single thing.
"Well if Muzan finds out we're both dead, but it was worth it. Come let's go back to the meeting I'm sure he's wondering where both of us went."
Douma leaves you and you hastily follow after. Arriving at the dining room.
"Sorry, Master Muzan i must have had an upset stomach, one of the girls I ate today before coming here must have messed me up," his rainbow irises have disappeared into crescent moons as he takes his seat next to Akaza.
How could he act like nothing happened just now? Meanwhile, you could feel his cum still inside you, and your cheeks were probably flushed. You had no idea how you looked right now.
As soon as Muzan's scarlet cat eyes land on you, you see that familiar glint in them, and you know he knows.
He was the Demon King after all, he knew everything.
"Little dove, did you forget the glasses as I asked for you to get for our guests?"
His tone is calm, but there's an underlying of a mocking tone.
Shivers immediately go done your spine as you bow in a frenzy, "I'm so sorry, Master I- I don't know how I could have forgotten. I'll go back and get them."
"What a bad girl," Muzan tsks. "You forgot something so simple? I wonder why that is."
"Muzan- I-"
"Y/N come here."
You freeze he never uses your actual name unless it's for a punishment. Ashamed you walk over to where Muzan is sitting, but it's a little hard to with Douma's cock nearly damaging you just moments ago. Whom had a smug grin on his face.
"Muzan-"
"Shut the fuck up and turn around," you shiver at cold and calm his tone was. But you obey nonetheless.
Muzan pushes you against the table, your front side digging into the edge. He pushes up the hem of your skirt and your cheeks immediately heat. All of the demons in this room could see your naked ass. But before you could look to see what their reactions are like, a hand comes down on your ass hard, you jolt at the sudden harsh sting. You look back at those scorching scarlet orbs that seemed to burn into you. Fingers graze your swollen pussy, that's stuffed with your underwear."
"Looks like you've been having too much fun with one of my demons," Muzan states, flashing a glare at Douma before glaring at you again. He tugs the cloth out for your pussy and you cry feeling the liquid drip out of you.
"Douma you just can't control yourself can you?" Akaza scolds and you hear a sudden slash. You turn to see Douma's head being split in half. Akaza's hand covered in his blood. You grimace at the sudden violence but a slap against your ass steals your attention.
"Of course he couldn't," Muzan chastises, "how could he resist such a slutty pussy? Especially when it belongs to me?"
"Because it's fûcking paradise, that pussy is," Douma's melodic voice is back and you see that he's regenerated looking as bright as ever.
"Did he fuck you good?" Muzan inquiries, ignoring the Upper 2, his focus entirely on you and your flushed cheeks and the way Douma's cum oozes out of your glistening cunt. "Looks like he did if you let him cum in you."
You're at a loss for words.
He suddenly grips your throat yanking your had back, choking you slightly, making you look at only him, "fucking answer me, slut!"
"Y-yes," you sob, "He fucked me really good."
He chuckles darkly, "perhaps I should let them all fuck you. Huh? Would you like that? Because you're such a slut my cock isn't enough to satisfy you? So you must have them all."
"Muzan-" you try to plead but suddenly your mouth is being stuffed with something wet. Your arousal pools when you realize it's your panties that's wet with yours and Douma's cum. The stench of sex fills your nostrils.
"Shut the fuck up and get on the fucking table."
Trembling out of embarrassment and arousal you climb on the table, your legs shaking.
Before you can situate yourself, Muzan is flipping you over on your back, and drags your head over the edge, letting it hang. Your legs are spread wide letting all the upper moons getting a view of your exposed cunt.The panties in your mouth are being yanked out and replaced with something hot, thick and heavy. Before you have a chance to process, it's being rammed down your throat without any warning.
Muzan looks at you with a sadistic grin as he plows his cock into your mouth. You could feel the blood rushing to your head making you light headed in this position. But he didn't care to stop at your precarious situation. For Muzan wasn't a kind man when he had to punish. His punishments were cruel and brutal. But never to you. That's why you were so shocked but aroused at his sudden cruelty. Saliva and his precum coated your tongue and dripped out of your mouth, as his balls slapped against your chin.
"What a pathetic little cock whore you are," Muzan mocks, as his cock continues tearing into your throat constantly hitting the back of it. "Who wants a turn with my whore's pussy first?"
"Don't mind if I do," you hear Douma say from somewhere, but your mind is too fuzzy. If you were human, you would have died from getting throatfucked in this position with how hard Muzan was abusing it. You wouldn't be able to talk after this for awhile or ever again if he continued. Suddenly, you feel hands spreading your legs apart, a cold breath hits your aching cunt and when the first flick of a tongue meets your folds, you buck your hips at feeling causing Muzan's cock to hit the back of your throat harshly. A chuckle sounding like Douma's tickles your dripping hole, causing you to flutter. You lose it when that tongue begins swirling your clit. Despite his cold breath Douma's tongue was hot and consuming against your pussy lips sending you into immediate overdrive with the urgent yet hungry way he eats you out. He holds your hips with his hands to keep you from squirming. Becoming a prisoner to his delicious assault. His fingers splay your wet lips open, making it easier to that sweet spot. His slurping noises have you screaming . You weave your fingers into those silky, soft silver locks and push him in as deep as can go.
"You taste so fucking sweet, Doll," Douma hums against your folds. His feasting on you is relentless. The way he swirls and sucks on your clit has you falling apart within seconds. But he doesn't stop when you've cum on his face already he just keeps going. Your thighs shaking as he guides you through another orgasm.
Meanwhile, Muzan is still violently fucking your throat, you could feel every vein of his hard cock as he repeatedly slams into you. It grows heavier against your throat and you knew he was close by the low-yet strained grunts coming from the Demon King above, but before you get the chance to feel his seed down your throat. He's yanking your head off and hot cum sprays your face instead. When you whine in protest, he interrupts, "coming down your throat would be a reward for you. I'm not sure you deserve the reward yet."
Douma, removes himself from your pussy, he guides you up into a sitting position, his face is soaked in your juices, you your lips at the sight.
"So delicious," he praises, before pulling you forward, he reaches for you face and brings you into a hungry, demanding kiss. His lips cold yet, hot at the same time. Tasting your arousal his tongue as he swirls it with yours. You shamelessly lock your arms around him bringing him closer so that you're in his lap, straddling him. You grind yourself on his clothed erection, causing him to coo in your ear. "Such a messy girl, you're making such a mess on my pants. Does it drive you crazy knowing that the four most powerful demons are watching you make a mess on me? Watching you turn into a dirty, greedy, little whore? Hmm?"
You  turn into mush at his soft voice that's filled with such lewd words, you continue grinding on him, feeling his massive length under you.
"Yes, Douma."
He chuckles, leaning back lazily watching you fall apart in his lap, while he was doing nothing to help you. 
"Look at your girl becoming a slut for another," Douma smirks at a glowering Muzan. You blink your eyes open and meet those scorching scarlet ones. Making you even more turned on. He was currently sitting in his chair, leaned back while stroking himself. His black curls sticking to his face from sweat. A feline, predatory look in the way he stares at you, while you're getting yourself off in another man's lap has you become more frantic- more bold. More needy. 
"Yes because that's all she is. Is a good little whore for us demons to ruin."
You moan, gripping Douma's neck,  glancing around the room at the others. Akaza was looking disgusted and aroused at the same time. As if fighting an eternal storm in his brain. But the noticeably large tent in his  pants said otherwise. His golden eyes meet yours and you beckon him with your finger.
"Come join us, Akaza," you plead. Kokushibo on the other hand was much harder to read. He gave nothing away in those moon colored orbs  as those six eyes stared at you with an intensity so strong but it was cold and indifferent at the same time.
"Yeah Koku and Akaza, am I only one going to indulge in this sweet pussy or are you guys going to join?"
"I have no interest," Koku hisses, but his eyes never shift from yours.
"I don't want to share with you," Akaza bites back. "I fucking  hate you, rainbow child. "
"But it's not for me, it's for her."
"Plus it's my orders to get to know what's mine," Muzan adds. "And what you'll never get to experience again after this."
"More the reason for me not to join," Koku growls. "Why would I join if I can't keep her all to myself?"
"Because I want you too, Daddy," you plead.
Something in those six eyes flashes, something dangerous that coils in your gut, you come on Douma's lap making a mess, "good job, little one."
"You have no idea what you're asking of me," Koku warns.
"He's a coward then," Douma taunts, flashing the Upper One a charming smile, as he sheds out of his clothes, your jaw dropping as his body was revealed. Douma had a well toned physique his muscles were exquisite and smooth, broad shoulders and a slim waist. Your eyes traveled this cock that you hasn't been able to see before when he was fucking you with it in the kitchen. It was massively long with a slight curve. A good ten inches. You bet. And it stood red and angry against his taut stomach as crisscrossed his legs and brought you back into his lap, not wasting a moment guiding his long shaft into your awaiting heat. You wrap your legs around him, this position was new something you'd never done with Muzan. Every part of Douma was flushed with you. Your tits slapped against his bare chest you rode him in this position. Every inch of his cock was deep and snug against your slick walls. He lets out a strangled moan when you take your nails down his back. There was no telling where you ended and where he started. And you both loved it. He dug his sharp nails into your hips, trying to pull you in deeper.
"Fuck," you both moan, you throw your head back, in pure utter bliss. Reveling in the way he dug into your hole, how every vein and every crevice seemed to scrape along yours. You were sure he was all the way in your stomach.
"You feel so snug and warm against me Doll," Douma praises, his nails digging in deeper. Drawing a little blood causing you to arch into him. "Those idiots don't know what they're missing out on."
A low growl comes from Koku.
"Your blood is just a pretty as you are," Douma grins manically, he brings one of his hands that's covered in your blood. Before bringing it to his mouth. Those usually bright eyes instantly darken and turn feral, the sight of him tasting your blood has you sobbing in pure pleasure. He shoves one into your mouth causing you to choke around his fingers. You instantly taste the metallic taste on your tongue. "Don't you taste divine, little one? Fuck, I might just steal you away from Muzan. I'm too fucking addicted to everything about you. You are so fucking perfect for me. The perfect little doll who takes whatever I give you. don't you all want a taste?"
His words and his actions send you into a frenzy mess and it's not long before your spasming around him, clamping down on him as your orgasm takes over.
"Fuck Douma," you scream.
"I love it when you scream my name," Douma says ever so softly.
Before you have a chance to breathe, you're being pulled off of Douma's cock, you cry at the sudden emptiness. But strong arms whip you around, and without warning a new cock it's a little shorter than Douma's but it is thick, and it's girth is ravenous as it enters you, your head is being pushed down on Douma's lap. His still hard cock being shoved in your face, he just smirks and lifts your head.
"Took you long enough to join us, Pink Head."
"Shut the fuck up, Rainbow Shit," Akaza seethes as he rams into you from behind. His marked hands grip your hips, as he rocks forward into you. Your whole body is jerking at the sudden abruptness. "It's my fucking turn. So let me fuck the bitch."
"Ohmygodohmygod," you cry, "Akazaaaa, you feel incredible."
His cock split you open perfectly. You eagerly took his length in.
"Damn, who pissed you off pinky?"  Douma teases, looking at you with a mischievous grin. His long fingers grip your chin and pries your mouth open, his other hand strokes his cock. He smacks teases your half opened  lips with the tip, smearing precum on your face. "Open your mouth, little one."
You open up wide, he dutifully shoves your head down on his cock, you hollow your cheeks and slacken your jaw to help take him in. But he didn't really you a chance to adjust as he forced your head up and down his long shaft.  Akaza's harsh thrusts causing for Douma's cock to bump down your throat even deeper. Everything felt so good. You'd never felt so used in your life and you were loving every inch of it.
"Now there's a good slut," Douma taunts, "my own personal cocksleeve. Is there anything you can't do?"
"How are you feeling  little dove ?" Muzan suddenly calls out, sounding amused. "You're looking quite stuffed there."
To be honest, with the other two demons currently using you for their pleasure you had forgotten about your husband.
"Her mouth is too stuffed with my cock, Muzan, she's not going to answer you," Douma chants.
"Douma you talk too fucking much!" Akaza snaps, his hips snapping in response and then everything falls silent.
Except for skin on skin, and the lewd moans and slurping sounds that filled the room.  The three of you were way to into this situation.
"That's it, bitch," Akaza growls as you begin to spasm around his cock. "Squeeze me just like that."
Meanwhile Kokushibo was as silent as ever. His moon colored eyes watching with unnerving intensity. He didn't know what he wanted. He knew he wanted you. But he hated everyone else in this room and didn't like the idea of having to share you with any of them. His cock was painfully hard under his kimono. His knuckles where white and gripping the edge of his seat. But watching how the mess the other demons turned you in, listening to your sweet moans and listening to how wet you were, it was driving him mad.
"Fuck,"' you managed in between having Douma's cock down your throat. "Don't fucking stop. Please Akaza."
"Don't worry, I won't stop  until your leaking full of my cum."
Fuck. You were so overwhelmed. The pleasure was unbearable.
You came in white waves, just as Douma's load shot in your mouth.
"Good girl," Douma grins when you swallow all of it.
Not long after Akaza releases in your sensitive  cunt with a low grunt, milking it all the way through til the last drop til he pulls out.
You fall into a heap on the table, completely covered in cum. Your whole body ached.
"If you truly want me to fuck you, Princess," Kokushibo suddenly speaks up, "you better crawl to me. And I'm not sharing you with anyone. You're all mine to fuck alone. Understood?"
Douma chuckles, "I don't think she can move, Koku."
"I understand, Daddy."
He chuckles deep and low, sending shivers down your spine.
"Now come to me," he orders.
Slowly, you sit up and get on your hands and knees. Your whole body aches, your drenched in come. But you want nothing more than to be  fucked by the Upper 1. Ever since he walked through those doors. There was something about him that made you want to kneel before him and do whatever he asked of you. So you crawl.  You feel the others watching you in silence. Even Douma is silent. Kokushibo's eyes never leave yours as you finally reach his end.
He stands up, and fuck, is he tall. He towers over everyone here, he grips your chin with his hands, making you look at only him. Those six eyes burn into every inch of you, "you better pray that you can handle everything I give you. Because I won't hold back. None of these idiots can compare to how I'll make you feel. Not even Muzan. I'll sweep you off your feet," he whispers so no one else but you can hear him. He glances up in the direction of Muzan, as he removes his clothes.
And holy shit is he built by the gods. Now not built by the gods. He is a god. Made of pure muscle. Pure power and pure dominance radiated from this demon. As if he was carved from stone. Not a single inch of him was flawed. You  wanted to lick those abs. The flame pattern that he had on his face went down to his chest. Making him look even more exquisite.  Your eyes shamelessly rake down to his rock hard cock. Or could you even call it that. It was bigger than anyone else's here. And it was thick. Long, thick and you knew it was going to break you.
"Fucking hell, Kokushibo, I might even be gay for you," Douma replies.
"Okay everyone out. Except for Y/N and Muzan. The other two I want you gone."
"But-"
"So selfish, don't you know sharing is caring-"
Douma is cut off by Akaza dragging him by the hair.
"From here on out, you're mine. With the permission of Muzan-"
"Oh you really think I'm just going to hand her over to you?" Muzan laughs darkly. "She's mine, she was mine before she was yours."
"Why don't you both just fuck me and stop this overbearing egotistical shit?" I ask. "If you both want me, then you have me."
" I don't share," Kokushibo seethes. "I would literally start a war to make you mine."
"But so would I," Muzan replies.
You roll your eyes.
"Well let's just see who fucks you better," Koku challenges.
"Sure," Muzan replies coldly. "Go ahead and give it your best."
"Lay down and spread those legs for me, Princess," Koku demands.
You immediately obey him, and watch him as he stalks towards you. He bends down and closes the distance between your lips. A wildfire burns through you at the intensity of his lips. The way he seemed to command and consume your lips. You barely could breath. You let out a moan when he nipped your bottom lip. His hands start to roam your body, and yours could barely grip onto his back. You were so small in comparison to him. But you were determined to feel every ridge. He begins to fondle your breasts, playing and kneading  them like dough. You were nothing but putty in his hands. You reach for his cock, but he slaps your hand away.
"Fuck, Koku," you say breathlessly. "I need you now. Please."
"Patience," he hisses, his lips leave yours and starts leaving trailing down your neck. You arch into him when he begins sucking marks into your skin. He continues you mark and map you with his mouth, until he stops just right where you want him. Over your throbbing pussy. Which was still sensitive from the other demons, so you knew he was going to truly ruin you.  He runs a finger along your slick seams and you hitch in a breath. "I love how you're still begging to be used after Douma and Akaza had their way with you. I guess you're not fucked properly enough if you can still crawl to me. Don't worry, Princess I'll fix that little problem for you."
He slowly inserts a long finger, groaning at the way you immediately suck him in. "Even though you've already been fucked by the others, you still need to be prepared to take me. Because I am much bigger than they are."
"Fuck," you whimper.
After prodding you with one finger he adds another and then a third. Scissoring open your gummy walls. He wastes no time curling them upwards and finding your spot. Jabbing them slowly, teasing you.  You arch your back, but something stops you and pins you still. Muzan has joined in. But he's in his true demon form. With his white curly hair, and tentacles sprouting from his back. His tentacles are straining your arms, leaving you utterly immobile.
"You're so greedy fucking all my demons today. What, you want them all? Is that it? Am I not enough for you?"
"Y-you are enough i - I just-" you scramble for words, but you're slapped in the face, Kokushibo's mouth finally descends on your clit. " Lies!" Muzan growls at the same time you scream out  " aww  fuck!"
Kokushibo's tongue delves into every crevice, sucking while he still fucks you on his fingers. You eagerly grind on him, for more friction. Needing and wanting more.
"Koku, don't stop!" You cry.
Muzan leans over you and shoves his cock down your throat again. At the same time you feel yourself being stretched. No- ripped. You scratch the table since your arms are still pinned by Muzan's tentacles. Kokushibo wastes no time hammering his monster cock into you, greedily taking you however he wants. Muzan's cock plunges into your mouth with the same carnal desire.
"Such a good little toy," Muzan says. "Isn't she Kokushibo?"
But he ignores and focuses his attention on where your bodies meet. He could see the outlines of his cock in your stomach. The table was creaking underneath all the weight. Both demons destroyed and ravaged your body in the most inhuman way, none of them caring about how tired battered was becoming. It was a lewd sight. Truly insane. One of Muzan's tentacles curls around your body and down your clit. Sucking on it as Kokushibo's thrusts become harder, deeper.
You mumble incoherent moans around Muzan's cock. Your vision was becoming blurry, your body numb from all the attention it was receiving.
Another tentacle plays at your other entrance, the wet muscle teasing the rim of your opening.
"See you can own her pussy," Muzan states confidently, "but I  own her entire body. Including her soul."
With that the tentacle pushes into your hole. Muzan pulls out of your mouth to let you scream. Choking you with his hands. You come instantly. Your body is being overwhelmed the pleasure was starting to hurt because you've come countless of times tonight, you didn't even know how many. But your body was reaching its limit. But you didn't want them to stop. All your holes are being filled and there wasn't an inch of you that belonged to you anymore. You were theirs. Their plaything.
"Shut the fuck up, Muzan!" Kokushibo warns.
Muzan just laughs, and sobers up when he notices how dizzy you're looking, "you okay, little dove? Do you need us to stop?"
Kokushibo slows a bit, caressing your face, "we'll stop princess, if you need us too."
You shake your head, "no... I'm fine."
Kokushibo picks you up, taking you into his arms, kissing you softly, his length still pounding upwards into you while you cling to him like a koala.
"Please don't stop, koku. I want you to come in me," you whine. Muzan is suddenly at your back. Your sandwiched in between the two most powerful demons, and you couldn't be more at peace.
"Lift her for me," Muzan commands softly. Kokushibo doesn't fight this time, he grips your ass with his massive hands a lifts you up, Muzan's tip nudges your other entrance before easing his way in. You whine at the sudden stretch of both men inside you. Both with big cocks and big egos. They take turns hammering into you. You grab Koku by the neck and pull him in for a sloppy, kiss. Moaning into his mouth. He kisses you back with as much fervor.
“fuck don’t stop you guys,” you plead, before pulling away from Koku. Muzan grabs you by the chin and claims your mouth with his you grip his white silky locks, tugging on them as he devours your mouth possessively.
You could feel your orgasm approaching and by the way both cocks were growing inside you, and hips were starting to stutter, you could tell both demons were close.
“Koku- Muzan - I’m close.”
“Makes a mess, Princess,” Kokushibo encourages gruffly, “make a mess on Daddy’s cock.”
“Little dove, cum for Master,” Muzan growls.
“I want us to come together, fill me up, please.”
“Alright,” Muzan says.
A few more thrusts and clenching around them, you throw your head back onto Muzan’s chest as both men fill both your holes up with cum at the same time.
“Awww fuck,” you all say unison when you’re being pulled off and cum gushes out.
“That is the most satisfying thing I’ve ever seen,” Muzan says.
But you’re eyes are drifting shut.
“I’ll have make you a mandatory part of our meetings from now on,” Muzan says, pressing a kiss on your forehead.
“I hope you understand I’m not letting her go now,” Kokushibo warns. “She’s mine now too.”
Muzan rolls his eyes, lifting you into his arms.
“Well then how about she’s all of ours,” Douma appears with Akaza in tow.
“I don’t share,” Kokushibo snaps, “I will kill you all to have her to myself.”
“And I definitely don’t want to share her with you, Rainbow Shit.”
Douma pouts, “I thought we all just had a bonding moment. We’re friends now you and I.”
In a blink of an eye, Akaza swipes Douma’s head in half.
“You and I will never be friends.”
“How rude,” Douma sighs as he’s once again regenerated. “ I am seriously offended,” he puts a hand over his chest.
“You’re all lucky I let you indulge in MY WIFE,” Muzan reminds them harshly. “Next time I might not be so kind.”
“Guys can you all stop fighting over me?“ you murmur sleepily on Muzan’s lap. Still naked. Kokushibo grabs his kimono and places it over you to cover you up. “What if I want all of you?”
All eyes snap to you, all demons growl. Even Douma is annoyed.
“Sweetheart we are demons, we don’t share with others. We take what we want from others even if that means killing,” Douma explains. “ and us four demons specifically each other’s guts.”
“Fine, then I want none of you then,” you hiss.
“No!” Kokushibo snaps, “ you want all of us? Then fine. We’ll agree to your wishes if it makes you happy. “
“That’s if we don’t kill each other first,” Akaza pipes in.
“No promises,” Douma smirks.
"All right, little dove, you win-“ suddenly Muzan’s head is beheaded falling to the floor with a thud. Kokushibo is standing behind, before stealing you from the demon king, then before anyone can react.
Kokushibo vanishes with you in his arms.
“I believe this will definitely start a war Koku,” you protest.
“I don’t care, we both know the minute I walked through those doors, that you were mine.”
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, but you didn’t mind. He was right he stole you away from Muzan the minute he walked through those doors.
“So where are you taking me, Koku?” Pulling caressing his face softly.
He looks down at you with a warm smile, “I’m taking you home, with me. Where you belong.”
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mrskokushibo · 6 months
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Samurai Michikatsu, who invites you for a private dinner at his estate. He is official and composed, making polite small talk. He knows you want him by the way you blush every time he looks you in the eyes.
Samurai Michikatsu, whose fingers meet yours when he passes you the dainty cup of jasmine tea and who gives you a faint quick smile when he holds onto the cup just a tad too long.
Samurai Michikatsu who, with a completely serious expression, picks up a piece of his favourite tuna sashimi, folds it slightly between his long fingers and then slowly licks up along the fold, while looking you straight in the eye and enjoying how flustered you are becoming.
Samurai Michikatsu, who makes sure the servants are instructed not to interrupt your dinner tonight because he senses that you will no longer pretend to be the good girl you pose to be.
Samurai Michikatsu, who pulls you into a deep kiss and begins undressing you the moment your tongues touch.
Samurai Michikatsu, who lays you down on the tatami, his hands massaging your breasts and his mouth kissing down from your belly and to your slit.
Samurai Michikatsu, who is still dressed in his elegant kimono, has his head between your legs and slurps in your sweet juices as if it was his last meal. His head is moving side to side and up and down as he makes you moan and squirt.
Samurai Michikatsu, who finally gets undressed and drops his stoic dignified facade, and sticks his hard cock into your well-prepped sopping pussy.
Samurai Michikatsu who fucks you until you cum all over the tatami and who then lets you suck him off until you get to enjoy the salty treat he had waiting for you all evening.
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yaeshigan · 9 months
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YAN! Kokushibō 黒死牟 hcs. +
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CWS + Assault, Gorey themes, Murder, Decapitation, Wisteria Poisoning, Breaking of bones, Reader is held hostage, Kokushibou slaughters everyone basically, Cutting of limbs, Captivity, Unhealthy obsession, Unhealthy relationship, Strength difference, dead dove; do not eat!
NOTE + Hello~ I’m back again, sorry for the absence. Again, the warnings are as it says.
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I - There's a high chance that you either are Kokushibou's descendant, a far family member or a reincarnation of his past lover. If not, then you're probably demonslayer that he's stumbled upon and taken an interest to.
II - He'd probably met you while you were still a demonslayer.
III - You were still far way weaker than him, and he was an uppermoon, so the strength comparison was very clear.
IV - And even though you tried your best attempts at killing him, the only thing he did to stop you was parry your attacks and move to the other side to dodge.
V - He thought your attempts were wasted and took amusement in seeing you try hard and make no progress. And you still dared to stand up again and try over and over.
VI - That's probably why he fell for you.
VII - Now, since you're so weak in comparison to him, he treats you almost like a toddler that can't do anything for themselves because they're so oblivious.
VIII - He was very quiet and reserved at first when taking you. You probably fought back, but that ended with you almost breaking every single bone in your body. It's for your best, right?
IX - Doesn't bring you to uppermoon meetings, partially because the disgusting behaviours of his 'lower' comrades are far way too concerning and he doesn't want to endanger you. ahem ahem, Doma.
X - And he's also afraid that Muzan will force him to end your life.
XI - Kokushibou has mindfog that probably confuses Muzan a lot, so he can't find you, or literally anything about anything in his thoughts. They're just empty. So it doesn't worry Kokushibou when he goes to meetings without you.
XII - Kokushibou isn't stupid, he obviously kills your kasugai crow on sight, and if it actually succeeded in escaping, he would go to insane lengths just to get rid of evidence.
XIII - He ends up slaughtering your family, anybody the kasugai crow has alerted and probably a few hashiras.
XIV - I like to think Kokushibou still lives in the house that he lived in when he was still young, and when Yoriichi still lived.
XV - Kokushibou's envy over Yoriichi pushes him into the thought of that if you ever knew Yoriichi existed, it would cause him problems. He probably thought that if you knew he existed, it would mean there was a way to decapitate him.
XVI - Kokushibou doesn't like to express his affection through words or even say anything to initiate it. He just walks up to you one night and then ends up quietly hugging you in a way to show that he cares.
XVII - Don't get me wrong though, if you were to refuse him, it wouldn't look so good for you.
XVIII - Kokushibou may care about you and your mental health, but if you push him, he won't hesitate to cut a limb or two off.
XIX - Kokushibou is a very good example of the sins wrath and envy, he doesn’t like it when you or someone else mentions Yoriichi if you knew about him, or anything generally related to his former family.
XX - Kokushibou hates that he has to hide you away from the kizuki, demonslayers and many other dangerous things, he’d rather have you become a kizuki like him but then he knows that you’ll be at risk of being killed by a demonslayer and he wouldn’t be able to live with that, so he tries to keep you human for as physically as long as possible.
XXI - He’ll go as far to keeping you human until you’re old, or if you get incureably sick or can’t communicate anymore.
XXII - Then he’ll give you some of his blood, but he’ll only give you a little, to make sure it goes through and that you won’t die on him.
XXIII - Since Kokushibou tends to avoid speaking as much, his love language is more acts of service. Quiet actions like hugging you from behind or giving you headpats.
XXIV - Kokushibou doesn’t want you to continue your hobby of swordmansship at all, he fears that you’ll try to rebel and then get injured because he had to stop you from attacking him.
XXV - Kokushibou may be cool and rarely get angry or mad, but when he does, absolute hell breaks loose. So much that calling it angry would be an understatement. The only way to really push him though would be to continously try to escape, hide yourself from him or try your damnest at poisoning him with wisteria.
XXVI - Since Kokushibou can’t ever go into the sun, when daylight hours are present he’s always reserting to keeping himself company with you in his house while he waits for nighthours to approach.
XXVII - While Kokushibou may be uppermoon one and is very loyal to Muzan, he isn’t afraid of bending his rules one or two times to keep you safe or hidden from his view. So the chances of Muzan finding your existence is very low and keeps him from ending you.
XXVIII - Overall, Kokushibou is pretty possessive and obsessed over you and would do anything to live an eternal life with you.
I’m gonna be doing Gyūtarō next. Send reccommendations pls tho, it motivates me a lot💕💗
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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months
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Hi! I'm the same anonymous that requested the gyomei ask! Now you can call me 🧇 anonymous!
Can I request a Yandere! Kokushibou X demon reader? Reader is stronger than him and can outsmart him anytime, and they are a good demon (already broke out of kibutsuji curse if you don't mind!), they work for the demon slayer corps and could kill Kokushibou anytime but not now because they don't want too.. yet. And they also being hunt down by Muzan (but could escape him anytime and trick him XD)
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Heya, Anonymous! I loved that Gyomei request! This one is nice but— Us? Stronger than Kokushibo?! Are we the reincarnation of Yoriichi? I suppose, but anyway. I’ll do this for you, love! Hope it’s good enough!
Yandere! Kokushibo- Faster, Stronger, Smarter
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Kokushibo couldn’t believe he has met a demon, after his 480+ years of being a Upper Moon, that can genuinely match him in raw power and intelligence. You can easily outsmart him and make him panic during a battle
Kokushibo should hate you to a extreme level but he doesn’t. He is intrigued by your abilities and your image, he wants to know more about you and that desire grows into a obsessive thought. That thought then moulds into a full-on obsession, Kokushibo now needs you and it hurts to stay away from you
Kokushibo is so outraged by the fact you’re not on his side, you’re with those stupid demon slayers! What do they have that he doesn’t? He may not be able to actually battle you and make you submit to him but no other demon(besides Muzan) can stand a finger to him. Isn’t that enough to make you adore him?!
Kokushibo is very impressed by the fact you have defeated the ‘Kibutsuji Curse’ and it makes you a even bigger threat that you are no longer trapped in Muzan’s grasp. Only three other demons have been freed from this curse and he always wonders how you did it
Everytime Kokushibo gets into a battle with you, he notices the way you hesitate to strike him down. You can kill him, you’ve had him on the defensive more than once and struggling to attack back but you don’t want to. Why? He doesn’t really know but his delusions have convinced him it’s because you’re in love with him too
Kokushibo finds out that you’re one of Muzan’s two known targets through his Master, but you always manage to escape him. Kokushibo is internally relieved that you escape everytime whilst Muzan is completely outraged. One of his biggest threats can outclass his strongest soldier, you’re such a pest to Muzan but a blessing to Kokushibo
Kokushibo is a very aggressive Yandere. He isn’t above murdering all of his potential love rivals but does it in secret. He may not be on the best terms with you but he is planning to work towards tricking you into joining him. You don’t deserve to be killing your species, you should be with your species
Kokushibo stalks you a lot to try feed and quell his intense obsessive in-love desires over you. You may be stronger, faster and smarter but you genuinely don’t believe Kokushibo is brave enough to sneak around in the break of day to watch your every movement. He is ready to die to ensure he can have you as his
Kokushibo steals small items you own and discarded things you threw away. Sure, it may be a bit unsanitary but he doesn’t care. He loves you so much that he needs to keep everything you have touched before. Rather it be a bloody bandage or your entire demon slayer uniform, anything of yours makes him so pleased
Kokushibo leaves you random cute wrapped gifts he finds or kills for, with the most affectionate and complimentary notes you’ve ever read, at your Estate’s doorstep by nightbreak every single day. To him, it’s helping him get a better chance in winning your heart, piece by piece and he won’t stop anytime soon
“Don’t you understand… my love? These humans… have brainwashed you into… thinking you’re one of them… but you’re not… you’re a demon… just like me… Come with me, I’ll… show you what you’re… missing”
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forsworned · 7 months
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hello!
I am here with a bombastic-fantastic idea-
Ex-husband! Michikatsu x fem! Ex-wife! Reader?? Modern au? They divorced out of a misunderstanding ? who meet again? Like the reader is hired by muzan as an employee? But reader wouldn't know that michi works there as well aa muzan's secratry? Cuz before divorce he used work somewhere else and now in office he goes buy the name kokushibo so reader didn't knew until they were stuck in elevator together?
Angst-comfort-fluff?
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↺﹐true love never dies
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꒰ঌa/n໒꒱ ofc i can! i hope u enjoy this. i wanted to rly finish it by tn since i've been busy w life + all those great things that love to make ur life as hectic as possible when u wanna wind down and write. anyways i enjoy writing for michi. he's a funny guy. also this is not proofread lol
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The end of their marriage had been a long time coming. Between the constant arguing to getting separate bedrooms. Their miscommunication had slowly chipped away at their marriage and before they could even begin to salvage it it was much too late. Albeit a painful realization when they were sitting across from one another with their lawyers present at their divorce proceedings, the pair had been too exhausted from one another to make any attempt at mending their relationship.
[Name] sighed as she entered the elevator to her office building. Today marked the 5th anniversary of the end of their marriage and ironically enough the anniversary of the beginning of their marriage. She paused to glance at her watch. She was fifteen minutes earlier than usual today. A new record for her usual on-time behavior, but hey, she'll take it.
As she pressed the button to her floor and the elevator doors began to close, a hand shoots in between and the doors flood open again. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized who was on the other side. A moment of silence had fallen between them as he stood there, unblinkingly gawking at her. A small bead of sweat fell from his temple as he slowly entered the elevator beside her.
Michikatsu was not one for confrontation. In fact, in the face of it he would do his very best to ignore it especially when it came down to any existing previous martial problems between him and [name] (shocker). As many arguments as they had had in the past, Michikatsu had always tried to keep their "relationship" (or lack there of) as respectful as possible. He never raised his voice at her, not once, but instead was a hefty avoidant.
It wasn't that Michikatsu and [name] didn't know that they worked in the same building, they just never happened to be in the same place at the same time. Michikatsu worked late security shifts, while [name] worked early morning shifts at the offices when she was at the office. Usually she was working remotely from home, but had decided to get out of the house. She was already regretting the decision.
Michikatsu, however, had decided to take over the shift of his bedridden coworker and he, too, had regretted being kind enough to take over.
Both parties seemed consumed by their own thoughts, that was until the elevator doors opened again, but not on the floor that they were expected to be on.
For a moment their was sigh of relief, well that is until Michikatsu had seen who was on the other side.
"Good morning, Kokushibou." The voice was low and even.
[Name] watched as the fair skinned man had entered the elevator. His features handsome yet stoic. She raised a brow at utterance of the new name her ex-husband was given.
Kokushibou?
Kokushibou had felt pang of annoyance at his bosses' arrival, but even more annoyed that he had used his changed name in front of his ex-wife. Not that he knew, but still. He hadn't expected him to be so early in the office today.
What a nuisance. Michikatsu thought to himself.
"Good morning, Muzan." He replied cooly as he hit the button that would speed up the process of the elevator doors closing.
Muzan crimson gaze fell upon, [name]. "Good morning."
"Good morning." She said without looking at him.
Muzan was not an idiot. He had done his thorough research on all of his employees. He knew that Michikatsu's real name was, well, Michikatsu and not, in fact, Kokushibou. But he decided to keep that to himself.
Muzan straightened his tie. "It would mean a lot to me if you actually waited for me."
"It's not even my shift yet." He replied bluntly.
How long is this elevator ride anyway? [Name] thought to herself as she looked down at her watch.
Running into her ex-husband and this Michael Jackson look-alike was not on her list of things to do today.
"Yes," Muzan glances down at his own watch. "It appears you are early."
Ding!
The elevator doors finally opened and [name] felt like she could breathe again as she nearly collasped out of it. One swift movement from Michikatsu and she was inches away from the floor. Strands of her hair flew to the front of her face as they hung down in front of her. She slowly felt herself getting lifted back to a vertical stance. It was then that she felt her heart pounding in her ears.
Her eyes wide as she met Michikatsu's gaze who was equally as shocked. After what seemed like an eternity he finally spoke.
"Are you alright, [Name]?"
The way he said her name made her heart jump out of her chest. She only nodded.
"Are you guarding me or your ex-wife?"
Sly bastard. Michikatsu thought to himself.
It had become apparent that his alias really meant nothing at this point.
As the pair had straightened themselves out in the empty white hallways, [name] looked at the man inquistively.
"How do you know I'm his ex-wife? Did he tell you?"
A small smile on Muzan's wife. "I do my research, Mrs. Tsugikuni. Or did you change your last name yet?"
He waves a stack of papers in front of her face. Michikatsu is flabbergasted at this point as he glances over at her.
"Were you going to finalize changing your surname back to your maiden one?" A look of sorrow and betrayal falls over his usual stoic features. It pained her to even see him that way.
Why?
"Why do you even care?" Her voice barely even above a whisper.
It felt like they were the only ones there. Muzan slowly leaving their minds.
Michikatsu stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets as he glanced outside. The hustle and bustle of Shibuya below them. He was usually a quiet man. He never wore his heart on his sleeve. One of the many, many reasons on their laundry list of martial issues that caused their divorce. He never felt the need to open up. Only keeping the same poker face on his mien.
"It doesn't matter. You came in the office to work didn't you? So go attend to your duties as I do mine." His voice trailed off. What a flair for the dramatic he had.
"You're so cold, Michikatsu...or Kokushibou. Whatever your stupid name is now. You could never just open up to me. I don't why I thought..." Her voice trailed off. Tears threatening to emerge from her eyes.
Michikatsu peered over at her. She was standing behind him, trying to wipe away at her tears. He remained silent as he fished out his handkerchief, took her chin between his fingers and gently dabbed away at the corners of her eyes. "You'll ruin your make up."
She attempted to move away from him. "Stop."
"No." He gently turned her face to meet his again. She almost gasped at the expression on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration and his eyes were narrow as he fixated on her puffy face.
Her eyes shook as they glistened from the wetness of her tears and her lip quivered not knowing what to say.
Michikatsu closed his eyes and his face relaxed as he let out a sigh. "You've always been a difficult one, [name]."
"Me?!" She exclaimed at him. "You're the one who never told me how you really felt! Do you know how exhausting it is to chase down after someone who claims to love you?"
She began to hiccup as tears cascaded down her lovely face. Michikatsu couldn't help but soften up at her current demeanor. She suddenly felt her chest thump against his. His arm around her waist and his hand holding the back of her head as he enveloped her into a tight embrace. She is left perplexed by his actions.
"G-get off of me." She said between hiccups. Her eyes watered as she buried her face into his chest.
"You don't seem like you want to move." He replied plainly. Her hands lift to fist his button down.
"Shut up..."
They stayed like that for a moment, unmoving. Hearts between fast as the silence grew and thoughts ruminated on the past.
"[name]." He finally spoke.
She pulled away from his to meet his gaze, but he was looking out the window. His vermillion hues now on her and she instantly felt soothed by them. A different look in his eyes. Softer, more palatable.
"I'm sorry for how I hurt you. As my wife then, I shouldn't have ever treated that way." He carded his fingers through her hair and tenderly caressed her face. "I was afraid of truly loving you then. If I loved you too much, you'd slip through my fingers. I know it is..."
"Stupid, idiotic, immature." She finished for him.
He grabbed her face with both hands, his face now very stoic yet agreeable. "Yes!"
He nodded his head. "Yes, [name]..."
His voice croaked as his eyes watered. A scene that had never fell upon her eyes for the five years that they were married.
"I thought about it everyday for the past three years. It has torn my soul apart. How could I have lead the love of my life down a path to destruction? It was nothing but pure self-sabotage." He shook his head as a tear slipped from his eyes. "I know you can never forgive--"
"--Shut up." She cut him off. [Name] could feel nothing but empathy for her ex-husband. No matter how hard she tried, she could never truly hate him. And trust me, she has tried.
"It will take more than just a few words here and there to make things right."
Michikatsu nodded. "I know."
She wiped away his tear and kissed the apple of his cheek. His eyes widened at her gentle touch.
"Do you want to make it up to me?" She asked, hopeful. So stupidly hopeful. She wanted to slap herself silly for how much of an idiot she may have sounded at that moment, but she wanted nothing more than to love him again. To change things for the better.
She smiled at him. "After all it is our anniversary."
A rare smile etched into his lovely features. "This is true."
They shared a moment of silence as they gazed into each other eyes. The sound of piano jazz playing softly in the back as he leaned into her.
"Let me make it right."
She raised her brows at him with a smile. An expression that he adored on her. The look of knowing yet it was warm and curious.
"And how will you start?"
"With a kiss?" He whispered against her lips.
Her grin grew. "I won't object."
His soft lips pressed against hers and she felt her feet no longer touch the ground as he lifted her with ease. The last time he had done the gesture was on their wedding day. A small flashback to the photo that used to grace their nightstand.
He pulled away for a moment still holding her. "I will do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman, I swear by it."
Her lips curled. "I'll see it when I believe it."
In a split second she was being carried bridal style and toward the elevator again.
Her giggles echoed in the large hallways. "Where are we going?"
Michikatsu grinned at her. "To make it up to you."
She smacked his chest. "What do you mean!"
"Yes, what do you mean indeed, Michikatsu?" Muzan's voice interjected their precious little moment.
Michikatsu nonchalantly gazed over at his boss. "Oh, right. Muzan, I'll be taking the rest of the day off."
[Name] can't help the pleased expression on her face.
Muzan cocked an amused brow at his employee. "Is that so?"
"Yes." He replied as the elevator doors opened and he stepped in.
Muzan waved the papers in his hand. "So, you won't be needing these anymore will you, Mrs. Tsugikuni?"
Michikatsu peeked over at you and he watched with delight as you smiled and shook your head. The last glance over at Muzan before the elevator doors closed was his shredding the papers with a grin that almost looked like "Mission accomplished" written on his sly face.
"Sly bastard." They both voiced. There was an exchange of looks before they both laughed.
"He is a sly bastard, isn't he?" Michikatsu kissed her cheek and she felt her heart flutter like it was their first time meeting all over again.
"Yes, indeed." She agreed. "So, how will you start by making it up to me?"
The elevator doors opened and a hoard of eyes were gawking back at them, but none of that mattered to Michikatsu. [Name] on the otherhand was a bit embarrassed, nonetheless, enjoying herself.
"I'm feeling like I want to waltz with you."
Her cheeks warmed. "You wanna dance with me?"
He gazed down at her softly. It had been years since they danced together. A past time that [name] especially enjoyed with him. He was a great dancer after all. It was the same way that they met.
"It's been awile, hasn't it, my love?"
She nodded. "It has."
He kissed her lips, stealing her breath away. A sense of renewal in their rebudding love.
"Then let us dance the night away. I want to get lost in you, again. Like old times." Their was a wondrous and whimisical twinkle in his eyes. One that was setting her heart on fire. The Michikatsu that she had loved all those years ago was finally clawing its way out again. "I will never stop impressing you."
"And you call Muzan a sly bastard." She laughed. Michikatsu's cheeks pinkened and then laughed along with her.
"It's how I got you in the first place, and it's how I will get you, again."
[Name] stared up at him with doe eyes before swatting at him. "You think you're so suave, don't you?"
He walked over to the car, ignorning the stares of passerbyers as he gestured over to the valet to open the car door and gently placed her in the passenger seat. He kissed your forehead and gave her a toothy grin that made her insides churn with delight. "Only for you, my dear."
And for the first time in years that night, [name] and Michikatsu danced and danced and danced until their legs caved and they were dragging each other back to bed. Arms and legs in an interwined heap of reminised love and glory days and sweet whispers.
"I love you, [name]. I always have and I always will." Michikatsu murmured against her hair. His eyes were closed and his voice was husky and low with sleep.
She nestled into his chest. The overwhelming feeling of love lulling her to sleep. "I love you, too, Michikatsu. I always have and I always will."
And for the first time in years, Micikatsu had fallen asleep with a smile on his face.
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horror4themasses · 7 months
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Wishing people would write more smut about him just look at him🤤
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miniminiujb · 5 months
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Semelhanças...
Kokushibou x criança Leitor Masculino (child male reader)
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Era uma noite estrelada, silenciosa e fria nas terras sombrias dominadas pelos demônios. Kokushibou  caminhava solitário em meio à escuridão, recordando-se dos dias em que ainda era humano.
Havia séculos desde que Kokushibou se transformara em um demônio, abandonando tudo o que um dia fora importante palra ele. Ele se tornara um guerreiro incansável e impiedoso, caçando e matando sem piedade. No entanto, não importava quanta alegria ou poder o combate lhe trouxesse, ele frequentemente sentia uma lacuna vazia em seu coração.
Um suave choro infantil quebrou o silêncio e chamou a atenção de Kokushibou. Intrigado, ele seguiu o som até encontrar uma pequena criança, aparentemente desamparada e sozinha. A criança tinha longos cabelos vermelhos, lembrando muito Yoriichi, a única pessoa que Kokushibou amara com todas as suas forças antes de se tornar um demônio.
Kokushibou ficou imediatamente surpreso e intrigado com a semelhança física entre aquela criança e seu passado. Aqueles olhos inocentes e brilhantes despertaram algo há muito tempo adormecido dentro dele. Talvez essa criança fosse um descendente distante dos Tsugikuni, a família a qual Yoriichi pertencia.
Enquanto Kokushibou se aproximava, a criança abriu um sorriso tímido, como se pudesse sentir a estranha e desconhecida relação entre eles. O coração de Kokushibou se aqueceu momentaneamente ao perceber o quanto a criança se assemelhava a Yoriichi em personalidade também. Era como se o espírito de seu irmão estivesse presente naquela pequena forma humana.
Flashbacks da família dos Tsugikuni e dos momentos felizes que Kokushibou compartilhara com Yoriichi inundaram sua mente. Ele se lembrou de como sua família, mesmo sendo humanos, vivia em harmonia e carinho. As memórias de uma vida pré-demoníaca ressurgiram vigorosamente, inundando seu corpo de sentimentos contraditórios.
Kokushibou caiu de joelhos ao lado da criança, segurando-o gentilmente. Lágrimas caíram de seus olhos demoníacos enquanto ele percebia a profundidade de sua solidão durante todos esses séculos. Ele nunca mais teria a chance de ser feliz como os humanos que amava, mas talvez esse criança menino pudesse trazer paz para o seu coração partido.
Olhando nos olhos da criança, ele prometeu a si mesmo usar suas forças demoníacas para proteger e garantir que o menino jamais conhecesse o mesmo destino trágico que caíra sobre seu amado irmão Yoriichi e sua família. O tormento e a escuridão de Kokushibou se transformaram em um objetivo - proteger e cuidar dessa criança como se fosse seu próprio filho, como se pudesse conseguir redenção por todas as suas ações passadas.
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Your Hair: Revealed (anon request)
Pairing: ambiguous AF x black!fem reader
Warnings: 18+, violence, mentions of maiming, murder, and blood
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these meetings were irksome. moreover, their complete lack of announcement was something you would normally kill over. but you were sure to wipe any such notion from your head. you were an uppermoon, but your life still was not guaranteed if your thoughts were an irritant to Muzan.
and as you slid open the empty room's shoji, looking around the endless maze of the castle you'd been teleported to, you sighed to yourself. you hadn't had an opportunity to wrap your tresses-- no longer as manageable as they were in your human form. the blood demon art you were gifted had transformed your thick coils into what could only be called an abyss of a thundercloud. it still defied gravity as it flowed behind you, cascading and flowing with physics separate from this world, but now it gave off a perfumed and iridescent plume in its wake. one that constantly floated around your hair's mass and length, and one that it left to hypnotize any mortal that was caught in its scent. you'd lost count of just how many humans gladly allowed you to feed off of them freely, while they nuzzled and caressed, and buried their faces into the sweet plush that was your hair. they begged and pleaded for the opportunity, even. you would have liked to bind it and not have your crown on display so openly to the other ranks. they hardly would show the reverence owed to your beauty.
still, even with your hair in this intimate state: down and billowing behind you, floating and trailing you like the veil of an empress among gods, you carried yourself as you rightfully should. your skin shimmered as though the moon itself worshipped you. your eyes fixed straight ahead, and you paid no mind to hantengu's incessant cowering... you also ignored the rattling you knew to be gyokko's idiotic vases.
"oh! Yonaka-dono~!" your lids shut, and you rolled your eyes behind them at the voice you heard swooning your name. of course, when they opened again, douma was before you with his hands as petals at either side of his face... like some fawning school child. "I've never seen you with your hair loose! ohhh~!"
"urusai."
his fawning came to a stop - as did his reaching hands - at akaza's demand, and you both watched as he passed you. his eyes met yours only briefly, and his scowl only deepened as you lifted a brow at him. douma sighed and sulked away with his fun spoiled, only barely restraining himself from asking you to sit beside him.
you would have declined.
as you did sit, you were met with the sight of purple robing, and then, before you could process that much, six menacing eyes before yours.
"you.. are far too casual."
his voice was more intimidating than usual. you could hear the serpent in his spirit. and your lips quirked. "you wished to be the first to see me in this state? or the only..?"
your jaw was crushed in his grip in the next moment, and you were lifted easily into the air, face to face with the highest rank, but you laughed again. especially seeing the murderous glare akaza bore into kokushibo's head, and hearing the wailing in protest coming from douma.
"i was summoned just as abruptly as you, lord kokushibo, if you are so scandalized... your complaint isn't with me."
he grumbled deeply in response, and released you in the next moment, disappearing to some other corner outsight of your concern.
as your bones healed, you straightened yourself up, dabbing at the blood that had seeped from the corner of your mouth. you made sure to lock gazes with a still snarling akaza as you licked your finger clean... and when he looked away, dropping to a knee and driving his fist into the floor strongly enough for it to crack, you grinned, awaiting Muzan's arrival.
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phntxm · 1 year
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kny demons red flag/green flag
bc im bored
kinda short // fem!reader
minor manga spoilers for kokushibou part
don't have gyokko, nakime and hantengu bc I read manga only once and cant remember anything about them sorryㅜㅜ
muzan
RED, obviously
actually white
look at him in the eyes for longer than 3 seconds and you'll meet real god
kokushibou
also red
he used to have wife and kids but he leaves them and choose his dream
like man don't care for anything but to be strongest
douma
red but he can be green if he wasn't born heartless
he can't love but he can treat everyone good
if you're a women, beware
akaza
green
GREEN
he drinks respect women juice every morning
gyutaro
he's in between
I cant say he can deal with you bc he has sister and makes him know how to deal with women or problems we have
because 1. he spoiled her too much, that's not how to raise a child, but if you like it then good for you
2. his sister doesn't know what's right and wrong, so she thinks everything her brother did is a good thing and he also teach bad things to her, so what will happen if you, human beings with your own choices and opinions approach him? you'll immediately know what's wrong with him
but!!! the good thing is, he's a fast learner, he's adaptable
red can later be green
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Hi! Can I request Kokushibo(Michikatsu) from Demon slayer as a swordsman senpai for their s/o?
I will do this demo for Reader and a demo for Kokushibo. If this is not what you wanted I'm sorry.
Kokushibo
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Kokushibo would like to know why you would want to be a swordsman.
The answer was really simple.
You were bored.
That's why you wanted to learn how to be a Swordsman.
Maybe not the best motivation.
And the ship Koksuhibo would definitely not agree.
He would be busy with upper moon 1 missions.
But if you persist you may be able to persuade him.
This might not be the best idea.
Kokushibo loves you very much.
But he still won't give you mercy.
Kokushibo would be a harsh teacher.
However, he would be a really good one.
He would like to invest in your teaching when he has time.
The teaching days would be long.
It would be fun but exhausting at the same time.
And in his company you develop very quickly.
So you would soon be really good with a sword.
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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year
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Hello how are you. Maybe a scenario or reaction where 3 upper moons or Muzan find out that captive reader has been secretly developing a formula to injure or kill them. The reader is a scientist and they've been making their secret poison alongside helping make the serum that Muzan is trying to make. I hope this is not confusing to read.
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KOKUSHIBO is the one that would figure out what you're trying to pull almost immediately. He has been alive for a long, long time, petty tricks like this are beneath him. Still, he decides to humor you and your whims, his own curiosity simply too large to ignore. He's well aware of your scientific prowess and intelligence and that is precisely why he could predict every single move you could possibly make. He takes his time and observes, he's not planning on stopping you until you've finally created the little concoction that you oh so foolishly believe to be your one way ticked to freedom.
He can't help but to feel pity for you. Somewhere deep in his soul he feels genuine regret that he forced you to go such extreme measures in order for you to secure a future that you wanted. His pride outweighs his guilt however and once you make the bold move of trying to slay him, it's game over. He is never going to let this incident go and will only use it as an excuse to keep you even closer to him.
DOUMA too is amused, but not the same way Kokushibo is. Unlike Upper Moon 1, Upper Moon 2 has a sadistic streak to him and he's not shy in letting you know in just how much he likes to see you squeal in agony, particularly if it's by his hand. He'll leave you to your devices but is sure to keep a watchful eye out just in case you decide to get too cocky. There is of course the chance of Douma himself getting to bold and he ends up underestimating your will and knowledge. He's quick to fix that once he feels the needle threatening to poke his neck but his reflexes work fast. He's already holding your arm in his tight grip and shattered it like glass. He won't go easy on you, no matter how cute he thinks you are.
AKAZA is the type of person who would immediately put an end to your little shenanigans the very second he feels that something isn't right. He doesn't like to play games like Douma nor does he have the almost saint like patience Kokushibo has. Therefore he settles on dealing with the matter as quickly and swiftly he possibly can. He'll probably praise your for your valiant attempt at trying to end him but you'll just be mocked by the end of the entire order. Akaza doesn't particularly care about your background as a scientist but he does regret at how much he underestimated you and your capabilities. He's definitely going to pay better attention to you now and he'll ensure that something like this never happens again.
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rottingrat-jpg · 11 months
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Yippee!!!! So silly
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mrskokushibo · 10 months
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From Desire
I NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I
A/N: This story is inspired by an Ask from the lovely @cursetopia ❤️ as well as my rp with Kokushibo involving an o/c I created. It is very au-ish and not my usual style. But let's see what you guys think. Next week I will be back with a "proper" smut: the requested Kokushibo x nun!reader- it will be dirrrrty 😁😁🔥
Synopsis: Kokushibo has an affair and it results in his mistress getting pregnant.
Warnings: SMUT. Oral. Vaginal penetration. Kokushibo x o/c.
Word count: 3832
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She was sitting peacefully with her eyes closed listening to the sounds of swords clashing coming from the courtyard. To her, it was the closest thing to music, being a seasoned warrior and a swordsman herself she could distinguish each different strike and parry by only listening to how the metal resonated upon contact. The force, the angle of attack, and the type of blow gave out a unique tone, not dissimilar to singing or an instrument, that created a unique musical score. This always triggered her senses to pick up a katana and join in the lethal dance.
She loved nothing more than to practice her sword techniques, but it brought her almost as much joy knowing, that her beloved child was learning from the same man that once taught her. A few deep breaths and she was done with her meditation. She stood up and straightened her exquisite kimono, it was black and adorned with red and purple dragonflies. The obi was golden with one single red dragonfly on one side. Slowly and quietly, she walked up toward the open shoji door and without getting noticed, leaned on the frame with her arms crossed, observing the two warriors training in the courtyard. The dimmed light from the lanterns illuminating the enclosed space was causing orange flashes to reflect on the metal of the blades, giving the sparring a resemblance to lightning flashes crashing at immense speeds.
They were magnificent to watch. The two Upper Moons, Kokushibo and her son, Hayate. Their technique was flawless, it was almost like a dance with both opponents striking and parrying with pre-calculated precision. They were such impressive men too, her son’s resemblance to Upper Moon One was striking: he had the same tall and massive build, and he also shared a similarly handsome face with six eyes, though these eyes were pale jade green, just like hers. He had long, thick unruly black hair with purple streaks, that he tied up in a half ponytail, with most of the glorious locks hanging down freely and cascading like a cape down his back.
But he was also so different from his father: where Kokushibo was stoic and reserved, with very few words to ever say to anyone, Hayate was playful and chatty and he was never far away from firing the most charming of smiles. His personality was mischief personified and he was so alike her in character that it often made her shake her head at his adventures. His popularity with the female demons was immense, but luckily the young man was also just as ambitious and focused as his father, so these types of adventures were relatively under control. Although, she did hear rumours about a few hearts getting broken thanks to Hayate. She knew all too well how that felt and secretly sympathised with the females. But she did not have much influence over his romantic choices, just as she did not have any control over his father’s …. If only things were different… she sighed, but quickly rejected the thought.
The two males stopped practicing and the younger threw his head back in laughter:
‘You are getting slow, father. A few more years and we will be swapping places’
His eyes sparkled as he sheathed his katana sticking it under the obi of his sober black outfit.
Kokushibo’s reaction was as expected, a shake of the head and a sigh
‘Son, you do not wish to change the hierarchy. It will cause uproar.’
His limited sense of humour was funny on its own and caused Hayate to often tease him almost to a breaking point. Throughout the years she always admired Kokushibo’s patience with the head-strong and energetic boy. She only wished that these moments together were more frequent, but this would not have been possible.
At the time that Hayate was conceived, Kokushibo already had a fiancée, a stunning Upper Moon demon, so her own existence had to quickly be hidden away. With the exception of Muzan, who needed to know everything that was happening at the Infinity Castle, and surprisingly Douma, who was more supportive of her than of the prudish Kokushibo in that specific instance. Her affair with Upper Moon One caused enough of a scandal and the presence of his pregnant mistress would simply be damaging to his reputation. So, together with Muzan, Kokushibo organised for her to stay in a lavish mansion within the confines of the Infinity Castle, but hidden away well enough that not even Nakime knew of its existence. Well, especially not Nakime…
She never lacked anything and her life raising Hayate was one filled with joy. Her sociable nature allowed her to gain a tight-knit circle of friends, and…she became close with Douma. A very physical relationship that never seemed to drain out of fuel for the carnal passion they shared. As for Kokushibo…well, they still shared their moments… but overall, the friendship they shared was the foundation of their interactions and a prerequisite to being able to raise Hayate without conflicts.
Her train of thought was interrupted by Kokushibo.
‘I must go now. Muzan summoned me on a mission again. By the way, our son is progressing well. This makes me glad’
Hayate butted in on the conversation: ‘Progressing well? But Father, I am beyond that, I nearly beat you.’ He laughed again and winked at her.
‘Only because I let you’
Kokushibo replied, but now with a little smirk in the corner of his mouth. He gave his son a pat on the back. There was so much love in their interaction and she could not have been more grateful for that. Fathers and sons not always got along, Kokushibo experienced that on his own skin, and maybe that was part of the reason he was such a great parent to Hayate.
He turned to her again:
‘Are you going to be …. alone tonight?’
It always amused her, how from the very beginning of their interactions, he was so concerned over her romantic interests. Odd for someone claiming to have no real interest in her…
‘You know I won’t be.’
She smiled gently and blushed at the thought of what she and her lover had in store for tonight. Especially, since Hayate was out of the mansion pursuing his own desires with some new female.
Upon his leave, she gave Kokushibo a hug and he reciprocated, squeezing her small body in friendly affection.
‘Please, stay safe’ she whispered to him.
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18 years earlier
It was a lazy week, with all missions called off and Infinity Castle more quiet than usual. Kokushibo was resting in his large mansion awaiting a visit from a female lower-rank demon. It was unusual for him to have visitors other than his fiancée, but he made an exception for this one. The female demon requested the visit with endorsement from Muzan-sama himself, which sparked Kokushibo’s interest.
  ‘Master, she is here’ a servant appeared bowing to him.
Without a word and with a subtle hand gesture Kokushibo indicated that she could be let in. The servant moved to the side to let the female in and left quietly sliding the door behind him. He observed the female in silence as she slowly moved to the middle of the room and bowed politely, accompanied only by the gentle shuffle of silk upon silk. She was dressed in an expensive black kimono with red, gold, and purple details, that was hugging her hourglass figure. Her hair was long, shiny, and dark purple. And when she finally lifted her gaze to him, he was met with a pair of large, sparkling pale jade green eyes. But what caught his attention was that she had a katana at her side.
‘What is your name, demon?’ He decided to break the silence.
‘Akatsuki, my Lord.’
‘Hmm, tell me, Akatsuki. What brings you here?’
She was becoming a little wary, his deep voice and presence intimidating her more than she expected. She steadied herself and responded.
‘I am here by Lord Muzan’s recommendation. I would like to respectfully ask you to train me.’
Kokushibo was taken aback by her directness. Train her? Why would he do something like that? He looked her up and down and tilted his head back pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes.
‘That is a very bold request. Who are you to ask such a thing of me?’
Akatsuki’s heart sank for a moment. But then she remembered Lord Muzan’s instructions: *tell your story in a compelling manner and you will see that he is not as scary as he comes across*
She straightened her back and started talking.
‘Very well, my Lord. Would you care to hear my story if that is what is required for you to make up your mind?’
‘Yes, go ahead.’ He had time and did not mind a good story, as long as it was not him doing the talking.
‘Well, Master. I come from a faraway place called Europa. I lived in a time before you even were born. I always enjoyed books and learning how things worked, I gained knowledge in how to treat wounds and deliver children, and soon enough I was busy helping the local people with their health problems. Unfortunately, I also attracted the attention of men, and when that attention was given by the wrong one, upon rejection, his hurt pride made him report me to the Church for practicing witchcraft. When the inquisitors tormented me, I no longer prayed to God for mercy, because what evil deity would allow for such misdoing? No, I prayed that demons would avenge me, if hell was where they thought I belonged that it might just as well be hell that saves me.’
‘ And so, on the night preceding my execution, a demon approached me in my dark cell and offered me a transformation. And I accepted. I never once regretted my decision as my life has been an adventure, I never thought possible. I traveled the continent as I pleased, learned magic from the WItchers of Eastern Europe, and entertained powerful men in the courts of the West and in the Harems of the exotic Middle East. Eventually, the people over there learned how to kill demons and my life was in danger once again. But as it seems to be my fate I got lucky once more, in the Harem of the Sultan of Turkey I met a courtesan, a stunning oriental beauty and she told me tales of the new powerful Demon King, Muzan, that was gaining power in Japan.’
‘For me, the decision was an easy one. I arrived in Japan in the late Sengoku era. I was quickly introduced to lord Muzan who was curious about a demon not originating from his own blood. This was also the reason I could never rise in the ranks as my powers were so different from the local demons. Nevertheless, I gained his trust and since then I have served him well. You know, Master, I spotted you on one of my first visits to Lord Muzan, but never dared approach you. It took me decades and a lot of sword training to even dare ask Lord Muzan to put in a word for me with you. Thank you for giving me your time to listen to my story.’
She bowed to him and went silent.
Kokushibo was clearly fascinated by her story. He had his eyes fixated on her all the while she was talking and when she stopped, after a moment of silence, he responded.
‘Very well, then. I will train you if you have the aptitude. Be ready tomorrow. I will summon you.’
‘Thank you, my Lord’ She gave him a deep bow and quietly left the room.
In the weeks and months that followed, their training progressed seamlessly. Her aptitude and skills were more than sufficient and he was amazed that she really was one of the best sword fighters he has ever encountered. Of course, he knew she would never reach his level as he was the best there was, but the effort and steady progress were leaving him very satisfied. To her surprise and relief, he was a very patient and fair sensei. Never losing his temper or trying deliberately to harm her.
Their relationship slowly evolved into friendship, she even noticed he was beginning to understand her sense of humour. As for him, he really enjoyed how lively she was, he was never bored around her and it was almost as if she had the ability to bring out the child in him. Everything seemed perfect until that fateful night. As friendly as their interactions were, she was a very hotblooded female, and being around him did not leave her unmoved...
She was extremely attracted to him sexually. He was impressive and her senses were sometimes playing tricks on her, beyond what she could have any control over. Her thoughts wandered to dirty places and she was undressing him in her mind, imagining him doing things to her. She tried to never think like this with him present, but afterward, she was forced to touch herself. She was always worried whether he could sense her feelings, him having constant and uninterrupted access to the transparent world…
On that night, she was interrupted in her sleep by someone barging into her chamber. It was Kokushibo, standing there at the foot of her futon with his katana drawn, ready to attack. She sprang out of bed, wearing essentially nothing more than her breast binding and a minuscule fundoshi. She quickly grabbed her katana from underneath her bed and positioned herself in a defensive stance.
‘What are you doing here, my Lord?’
‘A warrior should always be prepared. See this as a surprise training.’
Without giving her a chance to get dressed, he attacked. She quickly parried and rolled away, but he kept on going. A thought struck her and she smiled, *how about this, Master. I’m not decent, so neither should you be* With a quick and light strike of her katana, she slashed through both his obi and the belts holding up his hakama, making all his clothes drop to the floor. He was furious.
‘You will pay for this.’
His attack was powerful, and when she attempted to block, his sheer weight made her fall backward resulting in them both tumbling down onto the futon. He was now on top of her with his sword pressing hers down toward her neck. And it was then that she felt it, the familiar bulge pressing on her thigh. He was getting an erection... She was quickly distracted from any indecent thoughts forming as the pressure from his sword was so hard that her katana suddenly snapped in two, her barely managing to roll out from underneath him, barely escaping having her throat cut.
As she lifted her head up, she saw him shift to the side, he was facing her, about to speak and that is when her thoughts started to drift off in a dangerous direction. She was scanning his magnificent body, his broad shoulders and voluminous chest, the perfect triangle running down to his groin, and … the huge, now fully erect cock. Her instinct took over and she slowly crawled back to him, sitting down next to him, she placed her hand on his chest at the level with his heart and used the other to run through his hair. She looked him straight in the eye and spoke:
‘Master, I know this is wrong to ask of you, but I would like you to take me, here and now. I am yours to do what you please with. I want to serve you, worship you…’
He did not pull away, nor stopped her hands from touching him. He was nearly double her size and shamelessly strong, yet he took no action to halt her.
‘I will do no such thing. I did not choose to unrobe. This was your doing.’
He spoke, keeping up the appearance of defiance. It was as if he wanted her to act, to unburden him from a decision he did not want to make, but at the same time initiate something he so deeply desired to happen.
She could feel his heart beating faster under the palm of her hand, and his chest heaving with strained breathing. With the same hand, she started to trace down his chest and when she reached his groin, she started massaging gently around his cock, without touching it yet. Pearls of precum started to leak out of the tip and she could hear him sigh quietly.
‘Do not do this. I warn you. I am a samurai, my honour does not allow for this. Stop or you will pay.’
But she knew better than to listen to futile threats.
‘Samurai, my Lord, had concubines.’
She did not seize her movement, instead, she snaked her delicate hand on the shaft of his cock, grabbed hold of it, and began to slowly, but firmly pump it up and down, smearing the precum on the entire length. Her hand barely fit around his sizeable manhood, so she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around the leaking tip. She became completely engulfed in the action, mesmerised by his taste and the feel of both the softness of his skin and the hardness of the cock it covered.  
‘You need to stop…..doing this.’
His whisper sounded more like a moan now. She pulled away from him, her lips wet and pouting from the sucking action and she gave him the most innocent look with her big green eyes:
‘Master, make me stop then, it is your choice, you could overpower me with ease…but… you are still here.’
She moved closer to his face and placed her hand on his chest again, whispering
‘I know there is a beast sleeping inside you, I want to see it awaken. Ravage me, Master. Show me how powerful you truly are.’
There was complete silence after this. Him gazing at her with narrowed eyes.
A second later he flipped her on her back and pushed her down into the mattress with nearly his full body weight. He hissed in her ear:
‘I am furious, that you drove me to do this.’
And with that, he shoved the entire length of his huge cock into her, without any consideration for whether she was ready or not. And was she ever more ready… her arousal has been driving her crazy throughout their entire verbal exchange, making her pussy sopping wet and aching from clenching on nothing. So, him filling every last inch of her insides like this made her instantly moan in pleasure. He was literally plowing into her. His thrusts hard and deep. Every sensitive spot inside her was now being stimulated, she was tracing her hands all over his strong, brawny back and through his thick mane.
She was about to burst, edging for what felt like an eternity, and when her orgasm finally came, she was about to scream uncontrollably. He was quick to put his large hand on her mouth to muffle the scream. Her body was still arching in the after-spams of her pleasure, her bucking her hips into him, when he slowly stopped and removed his hand from over her mouth. She pulled his head down into a kiss and he reciprocated, their tongues exploring their mouths hungrily, tasting, devouring each other.
He pulled his head back and placed her in a mating press, his large hands pressing her thighs tight down toward her torso. He resumed thrusting his hips into her at an ungodly pace, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance to her cervix. She could tell he was slowly losing control, dissolving into his pleasure. All of a sudden, he leaned over her, put his face on the side of her neck, and sank his fangs into her soft skin, drawing just a little bit of blood. She moaned loudly as this elicited indescribable pleasure.
He cupped one of her breasts and started squeezing it while playing with her nipple. Each squeeze made her back arch in overstimulation. His thrusts were getting faster and the room was filled with her moaning and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. His thrusts became sloppy, deeper, and needier, with the tip of his cock now entering her cervix. At last, he lost all control and came with a growl, pumping her full of his fertile cum.
He stayed inside her for a while, collapsed lying on top of her, in complete silence with only their hearts beating in sync. Eventually, he moved off her, pressed his head to hers, and placed his huge arm on top of her until they both drifted off to sleep.
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During the following weeks, the shame of what happened between them kept them apart. Both of them too proud to give each other the satisfaction of showing remorse. However, Akatsuki was starting to feel … strange. Her heat never came since they fucked and she started feeling nauseous in the mornings. She realised that she was pregnant. She gathered her courage and approached him.
‘Good evening, my Lord’
She was pale, her hands were shaking and she had to hide the tears steadily pooling in her eyes.
‘I need to tell you something. I am afraid that our little…encounter, had consequences, more precisely one consequence. You are going to be a father.’
She was prepared for the potential punishment. Him driving her away or worse: killing her. But his reaction stunned her more than anything of the above. Without a word he walked up to her and grabbed her shaking hands, steadying them. His breathing was heavy and his speech almost stammering.
‘I will love this child with all my heart. We will need to make arrangements so you receive all the help you need with raising it. I believe it will have great powers. As for us, due to my status, I am not in a position to offer you my love, but my friendship is something you will never lose. There is nothing you can do to lose it. Do you understand?’
And with that, he hugged her and held her like this for a long time.
‘I will have a new katana made for you, you will need one to keep your practice up as I want someone to train my son the times I am not available to do so’
His words put a big smile on her face.
And thus, arrangements were made, she was looked after during her pregnancy and when the male child finally arrived in this world, she named him Hayate, the name synonymous with a suddenly approaching hurricane, as that is how he entered her world from the very moment of the stormy night of his conception.
A child born from desire and into love.
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Hi!I am new to your blog and I noticed you read the Demon Slayer manga so I hope I don't spoil something for you!The thing is I am brainstorming this idea that I may or may not turn into a fanfiction of reverse demon slayer thing but instead of Tanjiro and Nezuko,it's Yoriichi and Kokushibou?Any help?Do you think you maybe have any ideas?Thank you in advance and also I love your blog, it's really pretty!
Oh my god,you are adorable!
Thank you for the compliments!
And welcome to the Kimetsu no yaiba fandom,I promise everyone is lovely,well so far I haven't seen anyone making any fuss.
I think we are all too sad for that hahahh.
You are writing a fanfiction?!Go for it!I am sure it is going to be amazing!
No worries I don't mind spoilers.
and reverse?
As in Yoriichi and Michikatsu are the main characters?One a demon and another a slayer trying to turn them back?
That is an amazing idea but gosh it sounds daunting I wish you all the best.
As for if I have any ideas?Sure,I am no writer tho.
Also you didn't specify who's the demon and who the slayer.
I think I saw fanart,really good ones too,of Kokushibou as Nezuko and Yoriichi as Tanjiro somewhere,that could be used as inspiration,I am sure.
But since Yoriichi has been through enough in my very biased opinion I'll go like this!
So that last interaction between Yoriichi and Kokushibou was their final moments too.
Let's go with Yoriichi blitzed Kokushibou and one shot him out of misguided guilt or because he wanted his brother to find peace or whatever.
Like I don't think that screws with the canon that hard,like Muzan will find a new Upper Moon who cares.
So they both died leaning on each other and as Yoriichi is older and human he dies faster and falls on Kokushibou disgusting him in process because Kokushibou gotta Kokushibou,until the little flute falls out and Kokushibou spots it.
And then it's tears and guilt fiesta and lamenting and feeling sorry for oneself as Kokushibou ought to do.
And finally Michikatsu is back.
And promises to do better,to protect Yoriichi in their next life,to be a better brother. Because here Yoriichi went against himself and his own vow of not wanting violence to fulfill his duty,like the shock and sadness probably killed him here.
Realistically Kokushibou would still be mad but shhh we need that guy to have some redeeming qualities.
Michikatsu dies clutching the flute and Yoriichi's hand.
Yoriichi dies crying and clutching his brother's hand.
Upper Moon 1 is no more.
Hopefully his clothes stayed with Yoriichi's corpse and someone found them and buried them because anon the fact that we don't know what happened to Yoriichi's body after he died haunts me?Okay?Haunts me!
We know what happened to Uta,but Yoriichi?Nada!
Gotoge I need to talk!
Was he even buried?Did Kokushibou eat him?Did he bury him?Was he just left there to rot? Kokushibou was obsessed with what he left behind and made sure along with Muzan that Yoriichi basically got erased,did he just use some blood art fuckery to erase him? Hopefully someone buried my guy.
I got sidetracked.
But yeah in this au maybe Yoriichi gets buried with his brother's kimono and the flute.Hopefully by either a Hashira or one of the countless people he saved.
God forbid the Kamado's or Sumire somehow find him.
I am a big supporter of that amazing idea that Yoriichi got banged by the Kamado's like a screen door during a hurricane.
I mean Tanjiro bears such a resemblance for a reason yes?
Of course it could have been gods being cruel enough to reincarnate Yoriichi into Tanjiro or just basically curse Tanjiro with Yoriichi's life.
Seriously what if the reason we didn't see Yoriichi waiting for Kokushibou like every other demon got is that he is physically there as Tanjiro and therefore unable to be there?
Now that I think about if this crazy idea has any merit than Yoriichi got what he wished for and by the people he saw as family too through Tanjiro!A simple life with a family that lives him but Muzan still fucking exists!
That whole the people you help,help you back thing really is applicable here!
It's either that or Sumire,Suyako and Sumiyoshi all sat on Yoriichi and he is weak for them so..Only explantation I am allowing.
That or Kokushibou deserved eternal damnation but damn you can't tell me Yoriichi wouldn't have fought god himself to give that fucker a hug.
Again side tracked.
So some years pass and Yoriichi and Michikatsu get reborn again as twins because irony.
Now you can choose who's older and what families they have,do they have more siblings etc.
I personally would have put Michikatsu as a older brother to,you know,repent?
But it works even if Yoriichi is older because Michikatsu would have a brother complex anyway.Man just built too old Japanese.
So Yoriichi hopefully gets a clean slate because trauma and also give him some peace damn.
But Michi probably has some complex and self worth issues because he constantly thinks he isn't enough.
Maybe he remembers a la Tanjiro,thru dreams and random phantoms getting him down a peg or twelve.
Their names could be completely made up,the same,they could be descendants a la Muichiro and Yuichiro,could be Kamado's,whatever you want works.
You have extra guilt points if they belong to Tokito's or Kamado's with Michikatsu's jealousy about Kamado's obvious if he remembers.
Anyway they went to town or stayed home or whatever vague reason you could give so these two can meet Muzan.
And considering Muzan is a crackhead really anything works.
But whatever they are just walking or sleeping or minding their damn business when they see Satan.
Muzan obviously shits himself out of anger and fear both because Kokushibou and Yoriichi are both standing there.
So he grabs Yoriichi.
Instead of killing him which would be the smart choice,he turns him into a demon obviously.
Because Muzan is nothing if not pathetic,dramatic and ineffective.
Thing he panicked hard and was going to grab Michi first but instead in blind feral panic got Yoriichi, because like the ultimate asshole he was,he was about to recreate Kokushibou and have him kill Yoriichi because Muzan sucks like that.
And so gave him a huge amount of blood and panicked and gave him more when he noticed it Yoriichi hoping he would just explode or something.
But nah gods aren't done laughing at all of us so Yoriichi does turn and jeez he is pissed,that fucker tried eating his brother.
Meanwhile Michi is horrified because what the fuck or frozen if he remembers anything at this point.
So you just have demon Yoriichi and Muzan shitting himself and duking out and Yoriichi fucked him up but no nichirin blade so they have to wait until the sun.
A Hashira runs in to a most horrifying and baffling scene ever.
The progenitor of all demons is getting his ass whopped by what looks like a twelve years old juiced on demon blood and his brother is there holding a random object as a weapon.
There is gore and viscera on the floor everywhere.Muzan eventually throws in the towel and blasts off,leaving because Hashira or the sun is up or something.
A very pissed off Yoriichi and shaken Michi and a baffled Hashira stand there until Yoriichi notices the Hashira and starts attacking.
Michi finally get his shit together and jams the flute into Yoriichi's mouth and like fuck is Yoriichi running that precious gift so he calms.
Hashira tells them to get the fuck out off the sun because demons burn in it,but nah it's been the morning for a few hours now and Yoriichi just swinging his legs on the porch completely fine.
Because his existence is meant to fuck with Muzan,and yeah he conquered the sun immediately.
Now the Hashira has the daunting task of explaining all this bullshit to the others and Oyakata-sam somewhat coherently.
Bonus points if the Hashira is either Muichiro or Rengoku for double gut punch.
Now Michikatsu gets to be a slayer,a poor main character and hopefully a better brother with Yoriichi as his overpowered cute sidekick.
Chaos abounds!
Now for the short points:
Yorii is on demon time all the time and instead of people the sun powers him so he is yet again the boogeyman to all the demon and a personally insult to Muzan because fuck that guy.
Yorii is straight up feral,he bites,kicks,growls if you look at him or his brother wrong and his blood demon art thing is probably some unholy mix of sun breathing and demon magic bullshit,like he kicks you and now that part is permanently sun burned,so he is lethal to fight against and as fast as the actual sun.
Yorii adores kids and babies especially, everyone is too afraid to ask why.Like give him the butterfly triplets and he is entrained for hours playing hide and seek with them.
He looks demonic all the time because the amount of blood he was injected with,so like slit eyes,hair probably blood red and a unholy cross of sun shading and blood shade tips in his hair.covered in head to toe in the sun mark that of course sprouted on his forehead because of course it did.
Yorii walks around in his twelve years old form unless he needs to help someone reach something and then he turns 6 ft and gives Michi a hear attack.
Yorii prefers the kid form,he can feel his brother is uncomfortable with his adult form.
The flute is constantly in Yorii's mouth and he has this adorable habit of calling for Michi by playing a short tune on it.
So far only Uzui and Michi figured out the flute language down.
Hashiras are just baffled and sometimes unnerved by the small demon just lounging in the sunlight but it's completely peaceful,surely it's just a child?
A victim yes?You only get his side eye if you have some evil intention to his brother or whoever Yorii adopted into his family.
Michi of course has a guilt complex over 9000 here.
Especially if he remembers,dear god.
He failed,dear gods,did he fail.
And now he is also feeling guilty for anytime he envied Yoriichi,he is kinda offended that even Muzan's blood doesn't matter to Yoriichi tho.He really is blessed.
But all the guilt and self hate works out here because he gets decent company to tell him just how stupid he is.And he gets to beat demons with a stick.
He doesn't have people comparing him to Yorii now either.
The wonder of having better people to talk too.
He probably learns fire breathing or water breathing but modifies into Moon breathing baffling everyone because that's a thing?
He hangs out with Muichiro,Rengoku,Uzui, probably Shinobu?
He is always praising Muichiro on his talents but despairs over his lack of tact and manners.
Muchirio finds him an encouraging nagging mother hen and his brother a weird little bird.
What friends he has depends on how much you change the canon?Are the upper moons the same?
It will hilarious because Michi is such a chaotic idiot but loves to pretend to be a straight and honorable man and that leaves the Hashiras completely bamboozled because the man can be peacefully meditating and then turn around and yell at Muichiro because manners you ill mannered brat!How did descendent turn out like this?!!
And what was that even supposed mean?
This weird crochety old man who's actually a twelve year old!
Yorii doesn't give a fuck,his brother is the best brother.
And then the angst and anger you could pull if the Hashiras find out who Michi actually was and the angst of meeting Muzan again.
But hopefully by now he would have a better support group and more perspective and a knowledge that he isn't the only person important or wronged in this world!
As I said this fic has a lot of potential,a little research to be done sure,but if you are passionate about it,go for it!
I would personally read it and most certainly love it!
Also I haven't asked what genre you wanted so if it was horror or humor or smut?
Go ahead and ask,I am not here to judge after all and I love trading ideas!See ya and all the good luck to you!
I hope this helped!
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