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vraisetzen · 5 months

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𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 – 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Summary: As Kokushibo does the laundry, he stumbles upon a pair of your underwear.

Tags: NSFW, 18+, Modern/KimeGaku AU, No use of (y/n)

Author's note: A short writing exercise. And I've been obsessed with writing about men jerking off lately...

It comes as little surprise that Kokushibo is fairly adept at doing the laundry – as Kibutsuji Muzan's designated secretary-slash-bodyguard-slash-handler, he is more than accustomed to managing his employer's collection of silk shirts with Italian labels and wool trousers with double pleats and monogram stitching along the inner lining.

When it comes to your clothes and his, Kokushibo has a system down pat, from sorting out dyed fabrics from his dress shirts, to polyester blends from cotton fabrics, and special netting bags for delicate garments. It was a language that only he spoke, with a frazzled attempt once on your part to take over the chores leaving him more than a little disgruntled as you turned his white boxers a darling shade of baby pink.

Hence, it has become a routine for him to find himself kneeling by the washing machine every Sunday, pawing through the laundry basket quietly and efficiently. His shirts and your pyjamas; your shorts and his gym towels. He tosses them into the washing machine, making a mental note to himself on how high he would have to set the water and rinse levels when he is finished.

And then, Kokushibo comes to your intimates – this is not foreign domain to him either. At this stage in your relationship, he is more than familiar with what you wear: the wireless bras, a unisex thong that your friends gave to you as a joke on Singles' Day, lacy pieces that you wear infrequently on special occasions. Kokushibo finds nothing embarrassing about this; he has already seen you in a far more revealing state, and this is, once again, routine.

What is not routine, however, is the strange curiosity that takes root inside him as he holds your panties in his hand, pausing for a long second. It is nothing special – a grey hipster that is a little loose around the elastic from wear – but Kokushibo hesitates as he lingers just over the metallic ring of the laundry drum. Perhaps it is the piece's simplicity; something you throw on without caring for seduction or looking pretty, something that is just there as you go about your day, beneath your clothes, something you hardly think about.

Kokushibo turns the underwear inside out, where there is a slightly darker mark on the crotch, the remnants of you on the cloth. A shot of arousal twinges through his cock as he wonders if you have ever fantasised about him while wearing this particular pair, staining the cotton with your wetness while you are at work.

Did your cheeks flush with the thoughts of him pummeling into you, stifling your moans through clenched teeth and bitten lip? Did you need to excuse yourself from the presence of your colleagues, escaping into the bathroom, checking each empty stall before choosing the one at the end? Did your hands tremble as you fumble with the lock, before pressing your back up against the door as you lift your dress up and slide your fingers into your aching depths?

Kokushibo presses his nose up against the underwear and inhales, and is greeted by the faint scent of sweet-salty musk – the same notes that he finds when he dives between your legs. His hand reaches for the tent in his trousers, rubbing himself through his sweatpants. This feels wrong – debased, even; jerking off to your underwear like some pervert lurking around the laundromat.

And truthfully, if he wanted, needed, you so badly, then you are but a text or a phone call away; but as Kokushibo growls into his hand, thinking about the silky wet of your folds, the threads of glistening juices that clings to his fingers as he strokes your cunt, there is very little regard on his part on what is right. And right now, he is stroking himself swiftly and firmly; it is not like how you do it, with your languished motions and endless patience for teasing out his pleasure – but he is not here for prolonged foreplay. The rough texture of his sweatpants makes for excellent friction, and he runts up against his hand, angling himself precisely to glide his cockhead over the fabric.

It does not take long for him to climax, and he does so with a jerk of his hips and a ragged growl into the inside of his boxers. A dark patch blooms over his sweatpants, mirroring the faint mark on your underwear, and for a few seconds Kokushibo simply stares down at his lap, dazed by the quickness which he brought himself to completion. His cock is still twitching weakly as he thinks of you, and what you will say if you were to come through the doors right now, arms full with the groceries for the week ahead. Will you scold him for making a mess? Or will you let him bend you over the washing machine, paper bags and laundry basket equally forgotten?

Alas, these questions will have to wait as Kokushibo gets up on shaky feet. He pulls off his trousers and boxers with his clean hand and washes them in the basin; and when he comes back, he gives the offending piece of garment – that wicked, ordinary pair of grey panties – a final look before chucking them all in the wash.

For more of my writings, check out my AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/vraisetzen/pseuds/vraisetzen

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kokushibo x y/n #kokushibo x you #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo smut #michikatsu x you #michikatsu x y/n #michikatsu x reader #michikatsu smut #kny reader insert #demon slayer reader insert

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p1err0st4r · 1 month

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☆ | author's note : remake of my CRUSTY ASS OLD HC , if it will look the same as it looked in fucking spetember im going to delete my blog /j. Im sorry that Doumas part is kinda short. I didn't have ideas. Old hc here !

. . warnings ★ : mentions of violence , cannibalism ; gn!reader ; killing incects.

Postly ( wtf ) music recommendation !

𔓕 .. ┊ Kokushibo !

Kokushibo off all people doesn't care about your hobbies or your job. You like pinning poor little insects to wood and study them ? You got it. He's a busy man and had killed hundreds if not thousands people , he has seen wilder shit in his life span and your sadistic little hobby is NOT it.

He thinks it's silly. You can be considered a doctor.. yet you decide to spend your time on... insects. How stupid.

Since he travels all around japan he tends to see many insects , if it's summer, early fall or late spring , he sometimes might bring them to you , but ut's once in a blue moon. He doesn't want the dirty insect out of NOWHERE anywhere near his or your skin. Plus it might be dangerous , he doesn't want you to get hurt.

You're really passionate about it , so you tell him about it every single day , in different amounts. He looks unamused at the very least, but can repeat everything you said with every pause and nod that you made.

Despite thinking it's useless he'd still cherish your little hobby. It's a part of you after all.

𔓕 .. ┊ Douma !

Douma om the other hand is more fascinated by your hobby ! ( probbaly because he knew some things about entomology )

Come on , this man had hundreds of cultists under his name , they had numerous hobbies ! Im sure he knows alot.

Tries to stay by your side while you work , or lets you use his room to work in. ( gets whiney when you wanna work alone )

He's INVESTED , he actually tried to copy your working patterns and ut's becoming like you two are siblings. You don't mind though because you think your work rate is pretty sudficient .. though getting bit by bugs isn't really pleasent.

@P1ERROST4R ON TUMBLR. Do not repost / translate / copy my work.

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kokusfluffyhair · 1 year

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He catches you reading smut (18+!)

Modern!Setting | Michikatsu x Fem!Reader | NSFW! | Minors dni!

He isn't happy when you're giving your horny attention to your phone instead of to him.

You're laying on your bed, reading some Tumblr smut about a favourite character of yours. You have some steamy music playing too, so that the mood of the fic you're reading can spread throughout the room and swallow you whole.

You're completely devoured by whatever you're reading. You have tingles all throughout your body, especially "down there". When the sensations become unbearable, you start to rub yourself there, hitting all the right spots because you know where they are and you know how to stimulate them.

You don't notice it at all when Michikatsu opens the door to your room and is standing there in the doorway, watching.

At first, Michikatsu was confused. He had only come in because he heard the music from the corridor and knew you were home. He thought that he would make his presence known and that the two of you would go do something together. When he saw you pleasuring yourself while holding your phone in one of your hands, he blinked several times, not sure what to do.

What is she doing? Is she really doing that? Should I be here? Would she mind if I watch? Am I invading her?

All of that was too much for Michikatsu. He started to sweat at his forehead, his face turning red like a tomato. But still, his legs wouldn't move. He was completely petrified, at least until his thoughts spiralled into a different realm ...

What is she looking at? Is it a picture of me? It has to be a picture of me.

He smiles. His nervousness immediately leaves his body. He stands at the doorway, chuckling under his breath, his arms folded across his chest.

But that will soon change.

Is it a picture of Yoriichi?

Michikatsu's body becomes extremely tense. His eyes open wider.

What if it isn't something about me she's looking at?

He grits his teeth and squeezes his hands into fists.

It's Yoriichi, isn't it!?

Michikatsu's worries are fully out of line. You're his girlfriend, not Yoriichi's, and he knows that. You and he moved in together several months ago. Your relationship has been progressing very well. Of course, you have small disagreements here and there, but it's completely normal. Nothing has happened that would make Michikatsu think that you didn't love him, or that you loved someone else more than him.

But still, when he gets it into his head that his brother is better than he is, he can't shake it out, no matter how unreasonable it is.

Michikatsu's fists shake a little as he holds his arms stiffly to his sides.

"Y/n!"

He doesn't yell, but he speaks very suddenly, with power in his voice. It's the type of voice he would use during his swordfighting practices.

You hear Michikatsu's voice right away. It snaps you out of your fantasy and you freeze, your wet hand still between your legs. Your face turns red. Your body feels like it's sinking into the mattress with shame. Perhaps it shouldn't be shameful, but you and Michikatsu didn't reach that level of intimacy yet. That was why you still had separate rooms.

"Y-y/n." This time, Michikatsu stutters as he speaks. He pushes more courage into his body. "What are you doing?" he asks awkwardly.

You take a deep breath. You set your phone down on your bed and sit up. You're facing the wall of your room right now so you have to turn around to face Michikatsu. When you see him, your nerves settle down. He's very flustered. Some of the hair on his long bangs is sticking to his flushed face. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows when looking at you, your hand still between your legs.

"I --" you begin. You look down to your lap and take your hand out of between your legs. You had on shorts, but your hand still got a little wet from it all. You look back to Michikatsu, who is staring at your hand. "I'll wash my hands," you say and get up from the bed.

Michikatsu is blocking the door and won't move. "No."

You're shocked at his answer. "What? Why?"

He comes over to you. His steps are awkward because his body is so tense and he's terribly embarrassed. His shoulders rise and fall with his quick breaths.

"Michikatsu ...?" you ask as his form towers over you.

"What was on the phone?" he asks.

"What?"

"What was on the phone?"

"Nothing!"

"Was it a picture of Yoriichi?"

"What the hell!?" You raise your voice.

Michikatsu freezes, startled.

"Why would I be -- you know -- to a picture of Yoriichi?" It kind of offends you that he'd think such a thing.

Michikatsu says nothing.

"If you need to be so nosy, it was a smutty fanfic about [character's name] from [series name]! Happy?"

"So ... you prefer him over me ...?"

"What?" You're set aback by his response. "He's a fictional character, Michikatsu!"

"Then why ..." He takes the hand that was between your legs. "If you're craving something ..." He brings it to his face and sniffs it. "Don't you ask me ...?"

Your mouth drops open as you watch him sniff your hand. "You said you weren't ready."

"I'm ready now." He eyes you with determination. "I'll show you that I'm better than whoever that was you were reading about.

He talks big, but since it's your first time together, he's nervous. His actions don't show it, though. He confidently pulls down your shorts and your underwear while your hands grab at his waistband and pull his down, too. Once your lower halves are both bare, Michikatsu pins you down to the bed. It's only then, when you get a good view of his face, that you see just how much he is blushing and sweating.

And damn, it turns you on.

You pull at his hair, smirking. "Come on, what are you waiting for --?"

Your words are cut off when Michikatsu presses his lips against yours and sticks his tongue in your mouth. While your suck at each other's mouths, Michikatsu makes his way into your opening with his flesh sword. Your hands slide from his hair down his body until you hold him at his hips, helping him to come inside.

That feeling alone makes Michikatsu moan in your mouth. You were so wet from when you were reading the smut that there wasn't the slightest friction as he entered. Once he was in as far as he could go, your walls clamped tightly around him, ready to milk him for all he had.

The sensation forces Michikatsu to break from the kiss to catch his breath. You needed to do the same, so it was the perfect timing for the both of you. Your fingers dig into his hips as you guide him into momentum. As you look up at him with his flushed face and dishevelled hair, you only get wetter and tighter.

Michikatsu moans. "Ah, you want me this much ..."

"I do ... give me everything, Michi ... show me that you're the best ... prove it to me!"

A spark lights up in Michikatsu's eyes. His movements slow down and he leans into your face to give you a tender kiss. When your lips part, he smiles and says, "If you want me to stop, say so and I will."

You smile back at him. "You won't need to do that." Your hands move down from his hips towards his ass and you push him even further into you. You feel a softness in your chest because he cares so much for you and would never want you to feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

Just that alone is about to make you cum but you don't yet.

Michikatsu kisses you again, and then, as if something switched on inside of him, his movements increasingly get faster and harder. Your fingers dig into his ass as you hold onto him. With every thrust, Michikatsu grunts. His hair is falling in your face and the sweat from his forehead is rolling down to his chin and dripping onto you. It only makes the experience more pleasurable.

"Show me that you're better than [character name], Michi!" you exclaim. "Show me! Prove it to me!"

Michikatsu screams as if he was in the middle of a swordfighting duel (you know, with the sword he's using) and thrusts harder into you. Your walls flutter around his length, making it feel like electricity was starting to shoot throughout your body.

"Michi! Michi, I -- I think I'm gonna --!"

"Me too!" he grunts through his panting breaths. "Y/n, should I pull out?"

"Yeah!" You don't want to be risky and besides, you kind of want to see it when it comes out.

Michikatsu pulls out and sits by your legs. As soon as he's seated, a string of his warm, white release shoots out from him, making a mess all over the two of you and your bed. Michikatsu's eyes widen in embarrassment, but when he looks over to you and sees you smile, still experiencing your own orgasm, he calms down immediately.

"We should clean up," he says. He lays down next to you and wraps his arms around you. He lovingly holds you against his body as you puff out hot breaths against his neck. Michikatsu chuckles a little and plants a kiss in your hair. "Y/n ... was it good?"

"It was the best," you sigh and hug him.

"Was it better than ... [character name] ...?" he asks and snickers.

You laugh. "If you don't believe me, then ..." You look at him and start twirling some of his hair around your finger. "Let's do another round."

Michikatsu leant to your face and gave you a long kiss on the lips. That meant "yes", at least after he gives you some aftercare from the first round.

#kokushibou x reader #michikatsu tsugikuni #michikatsu x reader #michikatsu x y/n #kokushibou x y/n #kokushibou x you #kokushibou smut #michikatsu x you #michikatsu smut #i'm going to hell for simping for a 6 eyed demon #michikatsu >>> yoriichi

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sunandflame · 6 months

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My imagination just graced me with a horny vision of Michikatsu arriving at my/your place on a huge, loud sport motorbike, wearing full racing leathers....He stops right on the driveway, takes off the helmet with his gloved hands and shakes out his hair with one sexy gesture ... 🤤

Astra, my beloved moon. You just sparked something very beautiful inside me. This image that you were describing so beautifully was so glorious inside my head that I had to turn this into a little fic. I hope you like it. ♥️

Bad Boy

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, hurt/comfort, suggestive

Word Count: 1146

Pairing: Michikatsu x Reader

crossposted on AO3

You've been depressed for the last few days because the man you've been dating hasn't contacted you in a while. It’s not like there is something serious between the both of you, it was just a fling. There was nothing serious between you two, just an affair. That’s what you were telling yourself constantly so you wouldn’t get caught with too many feelings.

But with each subsequent night spent, it became more and more difficult to leave those feelings out. It was unhealthy, even toxic because he was the epitome of a bad boy.

Brooding, tall, mysterious, darkly handsome who does his own thing. He was suave in his own way and fuck, he knew exactly how to use your unprocessed daddy issues to get you do what he wants. It was so wrong on so many levels and yet you always became weak for him. You were not in control with your own feelings. Like today when you wrote to him again and made the crucial mistake to confess and tell him how much you wanted to see him again.

God you really missed this stoic man who didn’t show much emotion on his beautiful face. Who always dressed so elegantly, neatly and was a true gentleman, even with his words. Even if he could say or perform the dirtiest things in bed that even now made you blush at the memory.

You fumbled nervously with your phone. You know you fucked up when there was still no answer from him. A few hours passed and you were 100% sure that you had fucked up and had finally driven him away with your messages.

Because bad boys like him don’t like when you are so open about your feelings. That just scares them away. That's why you'd better keep your mouth shut if you want to enjoy his cock for as long as possible.

Those were the words of your friend that now echoed in your head.

You looked at your phone again and he still hadn't responded even though he had read the message. Fuck… you really screwed up this time. With your head in the pillow, you screamed out your frustration and then let your tears flow.

You were so stupid, stupid, stupid...

This stupidity hurt, even though you knew it would happen one day eventually, because this thing between you two wasn't meant to last forever. But you were hoping, and those hopes were now crushed with his ghosting.

You were crying into your pillow, crying over your own stupidity. Crying how miserable you felt and crying over a man that was never yours.

Those tears came to a halt when you heard a loud roaring.

Startled, you jumped from your bed and rushed to your window only to see a tall man in full black leather gear on a massive loud motorbike. He was standing in your driveway. The fuck…? Who was this?

You ran angrily to your front door and wanted to ask the stranger why he was making such a noise here at your front door. You stood a few meters in front of him and it didn't matter how swollen your face looked from all the crying. Hardly mattered how bad you looked in your pajamas until you saw who was hiding under the black helmet.

“Michikatsu…”

How bold of him to look this sexy as he took off his helmet and shook his beautiful long hair free. Interestingly it was not in his usual ponytail. You just stared at him with your mouth open while he looked at you with amusement.

“Looks like you weren’t expecting me.”

He was pulling each finger of his leather gloves to free his hands, his gaze not leaving you. You tried not to stare at his hand and have sinful thoughts. How can you be horny, while standing in your teddy bear pajamas? No, you wanted to be angry at him, but it was difficult when he stood like this in front of you. All sexy and tall and handsome and ugh! That asshole!

You wanted to say so many things, but no words were coming out of your mouth. Just tears welled at the corner of your eyes threatening to fall at every moment. You blinked them away, but he saw them and the little smile on his face was gone. Just like yours.

You had turned away and walked back into your home. You didn’t see how he immediately walked around his bike and rushed behind you. You didn’t see how he was able to come into your home, before you slammed the door behind in front of his nose. You were not seeing anything, because your tears blurred your vision. You were angry and heartbroken.

You felt his touch on your shoulder and he turned you towards him, his fingers under your chin, tilting it up to look into your eyes.

“Am I the one who made you cry, my beautiful?”

You nodded, the tears still falling. “Why did you not message me back?” Your brows furrowed at your question. You wanted to know what kind of explanation he had for ghosting you for several days.

He just stared at you for a long minute, his beautiful purple eyes looking into yours before he narrowed them to your lips. He came closer and you awaited his kiss longingly.

Oh, this treacherous heart, you didn't want him to be near you anymore and yet it was the easiest thing for him to wrap yourself around your finger like that. The kiss was tender and gentle at first until he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. It became more passionate and your fingernails dug into the leather material of his jacket when your tongues touched.

Breathing heavily, you let go of each other. His lips touched your ear and a shiver ran down your spine as he whispered. “Why do you think I haven’t written to you? Answer me this question, my moon.”

You hesitate with your answer. You already resigned to your fate of suffering more heartbreak. You knew you could never escape his grasp. “Because you’re a bad boy who plays with my heart.”

A little smile tugged on his lips. “I may be a bad boy, but I am no man who tells someone who he loves over a ridiculous chat.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. Did you just hear it right? “Say it again.”

He knew which words you wanted to hear again. He took your face into his big hands, his face just inches away from yours. “I love you, my moon, and I won’t leave you anymore.”

The tears dwelled again at the corner of your eyes and you were not sure if you should laugh or cry, so you did both. “I love you too.”

#sunnys work #dividers by grindhousegourmet #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kny #kny fanfic #michikatsu tsugikuni #michikatsu x reader #michikatsu x you #michikatsu x y/n #tsugikuni michikatsu #kokushibo #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo x y/n #kokushibo x you

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muzansfangs · 1 year

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Coitus interrupted.

Starring: Kokushibo x f!reader; Muzan x f!reader (separetely).

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (reader receiving), language, breeding kink, mention to pregnacy (Muzan’s part), dirty talk, hair pulling, creampie

Format: short imagines.

Plot: you and your boyfriend were having a steamy make out session, but one thing leads to another and you found yourselves moaning each others name. Everything was great, until someone interrupted you. Will it kill the mood, or ignite a devious spark within them?

Author note: Dear anon, I have lost your message, but here we are! I hope you’re going to enjoy this! And, honestly, if something like that ever happened to me, I’d die of embarrassment. Oh, wait, it kind of happened once -.-“

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Muzan Kibutsuji.

Nights like this, when he came back from his business trips and his hunger for you had skyrocketed throughout the week, mind fuzzy for the hours spent in yearning for your touch, were the best ones. You knew he did not hold back.

Eyes clouded over in lust, he had discarded his briefcase carelessly on the couch and marched towards you, who were staring at him in adoration just a few feet away from him. You did not have time to greet him properly, his lips harshly captured yours in a fervent kiss. His hand slided behind your neck, tilting your head to the side for granting him a better access to your mouth.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled back to catch his breath and pressed his forehead against yours “Yes, I have missed you. – he breathed out, pushing you against the wall, careful to shield your nape from the impact by securing his hand on the back of your head – I am sorry, love, but I can’t wait” he purred, burying his mouth onto the crook of your neck and nibbling at the tender flesh in search for your sweet spot.

A series of throaty moans left your parted lips, your fingers tangling into his dark locks, as you hoisted your leg over his hip to pull him closer to you “Someone’s hungry, I see” you whispered, biting your lower lip as one of his hand slipped between you two to work on unbluckling his belt. Muzan grinned, his plum red eyes boring into yours as he finally got to unzip his trousers.

“I am so sorry for your cunt, darlin’, but my cock is begging me to let it ruin you – he uttered, hiking your skirt up to expose your clothed core and hastily pushing your panties to the side – Scream for me” he said, a devious smirk crossing his face as he freed his bulge from his tight boxer and dragged it up and down your wet folds.

Your hands gripped his firm biceps as you nodded your head at him, eager to finally welcome his shaft back between your warm walls. He did not need anything else, the pleading look in your eyes was enough to make him understand how badly you wanted it. With a quick, deep thrust he entered you. You cupped his smooth cheeks between your hands and moaned into his mouth, as he bottomed out.

“Fuck— All those years of fucking and you’re still as tight as the first time I fucked your little cunt” he hissed, his hips snapping up with deep and harsh thrust.

You moaned again, mind already fuzzy as your half-lidded eyes stared at an indefinite point behind his back. It was right in the middle of your steamy reaunion, lost into your ecstasy, that you thought you were allucinating, when you spotted a tall figure on the threshold. You squinted and you finally recognized him.

“Fuck, Kokushibo!” you squeaked out panicking, only to make Muzan freeze solid. What the hell did you just say? Were you screaming another man’s name, while climaxing around him? Did you cheat on him?

His blood ran cold as his hand grasped your jaw roughly and his plum red pinned you on the spot “What the fuck did you say, love? What’s with Kokushibo? Did he f—” he started, his voice dropping of a few octaves in a threatening tone.

“Kokushibo’s here, Muzan! Turn around!” you cut him off, cheeks flushing up in embarrassment as your husband processed what you had just said. He whipped his head to the side, glancing over his shoulder, and he saw his coworker staring at his feet uncomfortably.

Muzan sighed, his irritation fading away instantly as he nodded his head at tall man who had interrupted your reunion “What’s the matter?” he flatly asked, as you hid your face onto his chest in shame. You wanted to disappear, let the floor swallow you, but it was impossible and you were forced to stay still and witness to your worst nightmare.

Kokushibo cleared his throat, showing a phone to Muzan, before settling it on the nearest coffee table “Y-You had forgotten your phone in my car, I… See you tomorrow” the poor man stammered, blushing and stumbling towards the front door to make his getaway from the crime scene.

“Wanna stay for the show? Have you heard how delightful her moans are? – Muzan teased you and his coworker, giving you a hursh thrust to make you squeal out in pleasure – Damn, I’mma fuck a baby into you tonight” he hoarsely said, turning his head back towards you and ignoring the fact that Kokushibo had not wasted any more precious time to leave your house.

“M-Muzan, please…” you whined, staring up at him bashfully.

He chortled, picking you up and walking towards the couch, dropping you onto it and helping you to get on all four “Beg all you want, darling. I am a little bit upset you know? For a second, I had thought you had cheated on him with him. – he said through gritted teeth, grabbing a fist of your hair and forcing you to arch your back for him – Consider this my payback” he added, before shoving his length into you again.

And, dear God, he lasted for hours and, maybe, he really got you pregnant that night.

Kokushibo.

You were sitting on Kokushibo’s lap, wearing nothing but your panties and one of his oversized t-shirts, as you watched a movie at this place. The summer heat was too intense to go out and you had thought that, staying over and cuddling with the help of the cool the air-conditioner, was a good idea. Additionally, Yoriichi would have not come back until later in the evening and it was your chance to finally have some privacy with your boyfriend.

You were fidgeting with your bracelet absent-mindedly, when it slipped your fingers and landed underneath the coffee table at your feet.

You were still focused on the screen, not really paying much attention to your boyfriend, when you climbed down from his lap and bent to the floor to reach it. Unfortunately, you had to stretch your arm a little more to get it and you were forced to slither down until your chest grazed the carpet and your ass was held up by the pose you had struck, exposing it at the vicious maroon eyes of the Tsugikuni twin.

You had finally grasped your silvery bracelet, when you yelped out in surprise at the sudden smack on your arse. You blushed, glancing over your shoulder to shoot an interrogative look at your boyfriend “What was that?” you asked him, arching an eyebrow up as you slowly stood up.

He did not reply at first, he sighed and simply grabbed the remote, turning off the tv. You knew something was on his mind by the way he was taking his time in pondering what to do. You cocked your head to the side, sitting down beside him and planting a kiss on his cheek.

“What’s wrong, babe?” you whispered, resting your chin on the top of his shoulder as you waited for him to open up and speak his thoughts.

“Sit on my face… – he blurted down then, placing his large hand on your thigh and giving it a firm squeeze – Please” he added shortly, sending shivers down your spine. His tone was serious, his eyes sparkling with a malicious glint that only revealed what he had in store for you. You blushed as his hand travelled up your leg, until he reached the hem of your panties. You knew exactly what you had to do. Kokushibo praised you day and night and was not a selfish man seeking only his ultimate pleasure. However, when it came down to giving head, he was definitely prone to be a receiver, not a giver and you would have been damned, if you were going to lose your chance to enjoy a good oral session.

Therefore, you stood up, watching your boyfriend laying on his back, moistening his lips in anticipation. You did not waste time in getting rid of your panties and, with Kokushibo’s help, you straddled his face. Once your heat was right above his mouth, you felt his tongue licking a stripe down your folds, eliciting a soft moan from you. His hands gripped your legs, caging you into this position, enjoying the way you squirmed above him with every flick of his tongue.

“Koku— Argh, please, don’t stop” you cried out, lolling your head back in ecstasy as he sucked on your throbbing clitoris.

You were so lost into the realm of pleasure, eyes closed as you neared your climax, that you had not noticed your brother-in-law staring at you riding his brother’s face. You moaned, arching your back as your orgasm engulfed your stomach, causing the shy twin to drop his packets in shock.

Your eyes snapped open, shrieking in fear, as you quickly tried to pull the shirt down to cover your pussy from the other twin’s eyes “Yoriichi! Gosh! Don’t stand here!” you yelled, hopping down from the couch and from of your boyfriend’s face. Kokushibo was absolutely shocked, face beet red as he wiped away your juices coating his chin with the back of his hand.

“I think I’ve forgotten to… buy something” Yoriichi commented, leaving the living room in a nick of time.

Your boyfriend, naturally, did not recover from the traumatic event he had just experienced. He would have never forgotten Yoriichi’s face staring at you two judgementally. From that day on, you two only made love in your house, safe from Yoriichi’s eyes.

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mrskokushibo · 6 months

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Thank you all for your support today 🙏💞. You are my pillars of strength. This one is for you.

My Support

NSFW I MDNI I 18+

Kokushibo x fem!reader

Your eyes were closed, the darkness inside you spreading like slow flowing tar, filling out every nook and crevice, squashing your thoughts down to a repetitive catatonia of self-loathing and despair. You could not move, curled up in bed, laying on your side. It was as if you were floating in a vacuum, no longer a part of the world of the living, but unable to cross the Styx either.

Suddenly, the bed shifted under the weight of a new occupant, and a moment later, you were tightly held against a big, strong body, brawny arms cradling you in a snug embrace. His breath was on your neck, and the waterfall of his hair covering your face.

You backed into him a little to indicate that his presence was more than welcome. Still in a depressed haze, you exhaled as your heart rate was steadying to match his.

Despite your miserable state, instinctively, you bucked your ass into his hips and rolled it gently. Kokushibo sighed quietly, and his hand began caressing your belly, moving up to your breasts and then neck, while you could feel him grow. He kissed your neck, and then, with a subtle, delicate touch of his hand, he directed you to turn your head to face him and locked you into a flutter of a kiss, his lips just barely touching yours, his softness caressing yours.

"You know I love you? Above everything."

His deep voice permeating you and flowing through your senses down to your now pulsing core.

"Make love to me, Koku. I need you tonight, more than ever."

"As you wish, my love."

His voice muffled with desire, his hands already obeying your request, slowly but efficiently unrobing you and himself while continuing the caress.

Softly, he massaged your soft mounds, the pleasure relaxing you, one soft squeeze at a time. A gentle tease to your nipples in-between the massage, just enough to make you wet, but not enough to yet drive you crazy. He rolled you onto your back and began kissing your neckline and breasts. You closed your eyes and relished in the silent worship.

You moved your hand to his mane and rubbed his scalp and ran your fingers through his thick, spiky hair. His lips were now trailing down your belly and toward your slit, and when he finally reached the juicy softness, he ran his finger up and down along the labia, without entering yet, one of his hands still busy with your breast and nipple.

He then moved his finger in between your folds and scooped up your slick, putting it in his mouth and licking it up slowly, looking you straight in the eyes. He gave you the faintest of smiles, and while holding your gaze, dove straight in between your legs, his tongue immediately starting to fuck your pussy. And a long, powerful demon tongue was more than sufficient to make you moan. The squelching sound of the strong muscle fucking into your hole acted as an additional stimuli.

You were now squirming and your thighs were beginning to shake and abdomen spasm in pleasure. Every nerve was both tensing and relaxing, small coils of pleasure bursting everywhere between your legs. Purposely, he was edging you, not in a cruel way, but only to extend your exhilarating experience. He could see deep inside you with his transparent vision and he knew exactly how far he could push you.

When you were reaching that point where desperation for release was becoming apparent, he moved his fingers to your clit and as if by a push of a detonator, you exploded in your orgasm, juices squirting out, covering his face and ending up in his open mouth. His Adam's apple was bobbing as he was eagerly lapping it all up, you still shaking from your powerful climax.

You took his head in your hands and pulled him up to you, and into a deep kiss, sweet tasting of your own cum. He was moaning, delighting in sharing the treat with you. His tongue deep in your mouth, exploring just as it was doing it in your pussy a minute ago.

"Lie down, I want to return the favour."

You whispered as you rolled him on his back and began moving to his throbbing hard dick. His only response was a huge, fanged grin and a quiet moan when your lips engulfed his leaking tip.

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ferninapot · 7 months

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Wondering what would happen if you asked kokushibo which pair of eyes to focus on, so here we go

This one's gonna be short. I'm kinda new to this, so pardon any issues with clarity if there are any at all.

That being said... I will be the supplier of kokushibo content since there ain't that much compared to the other moons SURPRISINGLY??? HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?

Kokushibo aka HIMOTHY

Uhh drabble under the cut lol

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Initially, he would've been caught off guard.

It was a question completely out of left field:

“Which pair of eyes should I focus on?”

Did you want to hear if he had a preference? It was an aspect he had never really contemplated; the existence of four additional eyes on his face was a peculiarity that didn't perplex him so much as it perplexed those in his vicinity, after all. Sometimes he forgot that was the case.

But as you sat in front of him, mirroring his upright posture with a disposition that burned with curiosity, he was reminded.

His face was unreadable, as per usual.. And at first, he didn't say a word. In the ensuing silence, you grappled with the realization that demons, in stark contrast to humans, never blinked... Which only served to do all but calm your nerves.

“...Middle.” He finally answered, “Focus... On the middle pair... Just like you would... Anyone else...”

His head dipped ever so slightly, and the middle pair of eyes seemed to narrow as if touched by a subtle hint of embarrassment at broaching such a topic. In truth, it hardly mattered to him which pair of eyes you chose to gaze upon, for they were unequivocally his—and that's all he was concerned about.

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diamondocean001 · 2 months

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Yoriichi x reader x Michikatsu smut (because I've been craving some of that)

(Btw, this is my first time writing smut so it'll probably be quite bad)

MDNI

(This is a modern AU where the reader, Michikatsu and Yoriichi are in a polygamy relationship)

Michikatsu and Yoriichi glance up at you as you enter the room. Having just finished showering, your bathrobe clinging loosely to your body, and your skin was still a little damp. Nothing you thought would stimulate any kind of response. However, you're two lovers have a tendency to be a bit...perverted at times. Their eyes bore into you as you proceeded to brush your hair.

Michikatsu was in agony. The simple thought of knowing you where naked in the room next door set a heat throughout his body. A desperate craving he had to satisfy.

His brother wasn't much better. Yoriichi's arousal spiked as soon as he saw your almost bare body exit the bathroom, dirty images filling his mind as he watched you.

You ran your fingers through your hair as you finished brushing it, the strands flowing silkiny through your finger. As you placed the brush back on your desk, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you in a warm embrace. You lent back into Yoriichi touch as he nuzzled his face into yiur hair, inhaling deeply as he did so.

"You're beautiful, "he muttered, his hands trailing a light path up you arms.

Warms coated your face at his words, to nervous to disagree, to flustered to answer.

Yoriichi stared to place gebtle kisses along your neck, his hands trailing a feather-light path down your arms. Michikatsu mived to stand infront of you, his hands cupping your face as he pulled you in for a desperate kiss. His lips moulded against yours in a kiss both soft and searing. Both gentle and rough.

As your wrapped your arms around Michikatsu's neck, Yoriichi's kisses started to gradually turn rougher, his lips leaving faint marks in his wake, causing you to moan into his brother's mouth.

Michikatsu's tongue brushes against yours, gis hands trailing up your thighs.

"M-Michi..." the heat that had begun brewing in your core intensified at his touch.

"Relax, beautiful," his voice rough with desire. "We'll look after you."

"P-please..." the simple plea, the simple world fulled their desires even further, your consent breaking the rest their restraint.

Michikatsu slid his hand further up your thigh as Yoriichi started pulling at your robe, desperate to rid you of it.

As the fabric pooled at your ankles, Yoriichi's hands slowly began to massage your breasts. Tease your nipples. Your back arched from the pleasure.

Michikatsu couldn't wait any longer. He thrusted two fingers up, inside your wet cunt, memorizing each moan you made as he did so.

"Mmm. Ngh!"

Whilst continuing to support you, Yoriichi placed his lips around one of your perky nipples, swirling his tongue around it. You gripped onto his Yukata, moaning loudly at the constant stimulation. Michikatsu's rough thrusts with his fingers. Yoriichi sucking on your nipple, playing with your soft tits.

Michikatsu thumb then began to roughly flick your clit, making your body twitch, and writhe from each jolt of pleasure. You clenched tightly around Michikatsu's fingers, throwing your head back onto Yoriichi's shoulder.

"That's it, baby," Yoriichi groaned into your ear. "Cum for us."

Nothing else needed to be said, as you immediately released onto Michikatsu's hand, crying out loudly in yiur orgasmic bliss. Michikatsu's thrusts continued until you rode out your orgasm, when he slowly removed his fingers, a stream of your juices running down then. He licked his fingers clean, groaning at the taste.

As he picked you up, Yoriichi turned your head to kiss you. Gentler than his brother, but still just as arousing, the way his tongue flicked against yours.

He positioned you above him, kneelng on all fours as he layed underneath you. You felt the bed shift, and Michikatsu's presence behind you.

Yoriichi kissed you softly again as he sliwly slid his cock into your cunt, swallowing your moans as he did so. He thrusted slow at first giving you a small time to adjust.

Your eyes shot open again as you felt Michikatsu push his cock into your ass. You pulled back from Yoriichi's passionate kiss to catch your breath.

"Fuck! Michu...Yori..." your moans fulled their thrusts as they began to fuck you harder.

Kisses where placed all over your body, but you where unable to determine who's they where. All you could focus in where the thrusts from the two men you loved. You craved.

"Nugh! H-Harder..."

Michikatsu's voice responded to your please with a simple "beg for it," spanking your ass as he did so.

Moans where all you could muster atthis point, the two cocks pounding into you making thinking feel impossible.

Yoriichi was more merciful than his twin and rubbed your clit, helping you to newr your end.

"F-Fuck! I-I'm gonna c-cum!"

You clenched them both tightly as you did just that, them pulling out before following you over the edge, painting your back and stomach with their cum.

As you collapsed onto Yoriichi, weak and exhausted, he wrapped his arms protectively around you, stroking you hair as your breathing calmed down. Michikatsu sat on the other side of you, massaging your legs.

"Did we go to hard, my dear?" Yoriichi spoke, a calm and gentle tone in his voice.

"No. No i liked it. A lot actually. I'd want to do it again."

The twins smirked, and Michikatsu gebtly pushed open her thighs.

"There's no time like the present."

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#yoriichi x you #michikatsu smut #yoriichi smut #yoriichi x reader #michikatsu tsugikuni #michikatsu x reader #kokushibo x you #kokushibo x y/n #kny x reader #demon slayer

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doudouma · 5 months

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“spending eternity with you…”

soft kokushibo relationship headcanons!

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my delicate flowers, to the poll i have ran, kokushibo was the winner〜! thank you for the votes, it’s was very fun! i hope you all enjoy the headcanons of himothy himself〜 i will too!

slight mention of k!lling (not to my dearest reader, of course〜), apologies about that, my dear lotuses.

i will keep it gender neutral. ❀〜

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a man of principles.

the finest gentleman, he is.

kokushibo, a demon that has lived for 480 years, knows that things comes and goes.

he isn’t much bothered by that.

but you?

you are his forever. his partner. his soulmate.

inseparable, i must say〜

“i desire to spend eternity with you… by my side. commitment and communication… is useful to this relationship, and i value it… above else.

yes, kokushibo is big on commitment and communication, it’s very crucial. what a loving couple♡〜

kokushibo… kokushibo…. such an amazing lover…

keeling down on one knee to give delicate kisses on your knuckles, soothing words that ease your concerns, gifts and poems that leave you delighted, and i could just go on.

so i will〜

holding you closer to him whenever something seems unsettling, listening to all of your thoughts - good or bad, ensuring that your health is always up.

you see what i’m getting at?

to say it directly, kokushibo is simply.. husband material〜

he’s a very loyal man, so i must say that he will not leave you, and would anticipate that you will not leave him.

“let us savor the beauty of the moment… and cherish the bond we share.”

his choice of words are always so lovely… so passionate♡〜

kokushibo wouldn’t exactly be the type of lover to be clingy, i believe. it would more-so be like protecting.

however… he does catch himself clinging to you.. more often then not!

he would follow you around, just to see what you’ll do. if he doesn’t follow, he’ll just watch. regularly, he’ll sit right next to you, with his eyes closed.

just because his eyes are closed, doesn’t mean he still isn’t on guard〜

has the PERFECT balance of angelic and murderous〜

if someone has hurt you, he would internally be on fire.

giving you the most divine words to your beautiful face, reassuring you that everything is okay. but behind his back, is the person who had upset you. with their head decapitated on the floor〜

if someone hadn’t made you upset, and you you're upset for your own reasons, he would be very compassionate, and give you a solution if you’d want one♡! an angel, i tell you.

“my dear, I'm here for you. whatever it is that's causing you distress… know that I will do everything in my power… to resolve it. I cannot bear to see you unhappy. allow me to guide you through this."

kokushibo loves to do things for you, for actions speak louder than words, and would continuously prove his love to you.

would literally let you do (almost) anything to him out of his love for you.

hugs, kisses, hair braiding, skin care, etc!

spspsps〜… speaking of kisses… kiss him on his face! specifically his eyelids or his marks! it’ll make him blush!

prove your love for him and do something in return? oh now he’s flustered. now he’s delirious, now he’s ready to even propose, or even for the 2nd time!

→ some things you’ll hear kokushibo say :

“please, do not hold back your… feelings or thoughts from me. we are in this world relationship together…”

“even if you and i are… destined to part ways… let us not regret the time that we spent… as one.”

“your presence is pleasuring. i do not interact with a lot of people… but i guarantee you… i have not encountered someone with… an aura like yours. you are truly like no other.”

“you are my everything. my world. your smile alone.. is always enough for me to keep going…”

overall, kokushibo is one of the top tier gentlemen on this planet. cannot stress that enough! as long as you two are together, the world will be a better place♡〜!

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ahh〜! this was fun to write, i cannot count the amount of times i have stopped just to smile at this! i hope you all enjoy!! as for me… i will get some rest and dream about this♡! thank you, my precious flowers, for your patience! ❀

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kokushibo #kny kokushibo #kny michikatsu #michikatsu x reader #kokushibo headcanons #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo x you #kokushibo x y/n #kokushibo demon slayer #doudouma

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luxthestrange · 10 months

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KNY Incorrect quotes#33 Mosquito

Douma: is that a hickey?~

Kokushibo: ...no, It's a mosquito bite

Hashira!Y/n*walks in after eating...the demon siblings escaped from them* hey losers, what's goin' on?

Douma: Hey, mosquito~

Kokushibo*Grabbing his sword*...Time give Akaza what he desires-

Part 3 of:

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vraisetzen · 5 months

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𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 – 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Summary: Kokushibo wakes up from a dream about you.

Tags: NSFW, 18+, Modern/KimeGaku AU, No use of (y/n)

Kokushibo opens his eyes, the muddled colours of his dreams swimming into and eventually replaced by the dull greys of the bedroom. He shifts slightly on the sheets, long hair rustling on the pillows as he tries to revisit the images that flooded his mind all but a few seconds ago — now, they seem to linger beyond his fingertips, slipping away from him.

Your curves, the softness of your skin, the scent of your hair that billows softly into an elusive cloud as you disappear into the realm of his unconsciousness.

Distantly, he is aware of a nagging ache in his groin, the pulsing of an arousal that brings his cock to full mast. In the back of his mind, he curses you and your name — the reason why he has been unable to rise peacefully in the past few days ever since you appeared more frequently in his life.

The pointed dip of your Cupid's bow, stretched taut as you swallow his cock; the wrapping heat of your throat as you inhale and moan along his length; and most of all, the furtive, slick depths of your sex as you astride him, knees trapping his hips — your head thrown back as you surrender to pleasure, the arch of your back trembling beneath his hands.

These hands that now have nothing to hold onto as he grasps firmly on his cock, a pitiful imitation of the heat he can only imagine you giving him. There is nothing honourable about this — jerking himself off to someone he has only met on a few occasions — and he knows. But Kokushibo cannot help himself as a groan falls from him, sliding his hand along his length.

How will you stoke the fires of his erection? Your hands were small, delicate things, a sharp chiaroscuro against his wider, callused ones. Would you drag your fingertips under his frenulum to tease him, as he does now? Or will you cap the flat of your palm on his cockhead, playing with the splash of precum that glistens over the reddened tip? Kokushibo thrusts into his hands, hips stuttering as he envisions once more the tightness that you have given him in his dreams — of your lips, your hands, and your cunt. The sharp, stilted moans as you try to take him whichever way you can, your eyes shut first in pain at his size before easing to pleasure, the waterline of your lashes soaked with tears.

And it is to this enveloping desire — both to have you and have you have him that Kokushibo comes with a strangled groan. His climax spills over his fingers messily, creaming over knuckles and threatening to make a mess over his boxers and sheets – if this were you, he wonders dimly even at his peak, would you lick and drink every drop of his seed while look up at him? Eyes wide and tongue rough as it drags across his skin?

This, he cannot know as he slumps back on the bed, body releasing the final ebbs of tension as sated clarity follows in the wake of his pleasure. The cool air of the air-conditioning prickles the hair of his swear-soaked skin, and brings into relief the stickiness of his spent. Kokushibo looks down at the mess that has drenched his groin and sighs.

He cannot keep waking up like this — he must do everything in his power to find you once more, and make you his.

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p1err0st4r · 4 months

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☆ | auhtor's note: hello ! I decided to do write some angst again .. since i rlly love angst , believe it or not. This one will be w/Michikatsu ( kokushibo ), i hope you enjoy it.

♱ | summary: you thought he'd return but he never did, that he was dead ... so you decided to follow him into heaven.

★ | warnings: angst ; spoliers to Kokushibos / Michikatsus backstory ; suicide ; graphic desxription of gore ( will be in pink text , you can skip it. )

You looked up at the shining moon with your sad , tear filled eyes. You have been looking at it in desperation for the past few months now , yet you never gave your hope up.

You constantly worked , with no rest. Days turned into nights, weeks , months ... and you just waited , only to work hard and then he ends up never returning. He was such a fucking jerk for leaving you , and anyone wod say that . But you never thought of him as that. You loved him dearly and realized that there will never be a person that loved you more.

"I will return at last , my dear ... it's a promise."

What a liar that man was .. but you still loved him. You always did. You promised to wait , and you did. But he never returned. You hoped one day you would wake up from this twisted nightmare and you'd be met with your husbands sweet gaze again, as always. He looked at you sweetly everytine you woke up. Every . Single. Morning .. but now you were only woken up by the gemtle sunlight leaving it's trace over your delicate skin.

With every single day your suffering became more apperent. It made you have a harder time with your everyday tasks like work , it affected you , and even if anyone in the village asked you'd say that you are ok, even though by now everyone was aware of your situation ... some had compassion and they wanted to help and some just waited for the right time to finally snatch away the last things you had

"I will always and forever love you."

You sighed and took a sip of your midnight tea as you glanced over the room with your lifeless eyes. Now it was always quiet in your household , which was suposed to be filled with light and happiness ... you remembered discussing your future with Kokushibo when you two got married , how you'd get 2 beautiful children and raise them to become recognizable and strong... well Michikatsu always insisted on the string part.

Deep down you had hope left , but by now you thought Michikatsu has died far into the woodd and that his body probably was decaying in the ground ... or maybe lost to time already. The rain was pretty frequent lately , so it just left you wondering where his corpse could've been.

You looked at the table in front of you. For days now you layed out Michikatsus gifts to you ... well , the ones he gave you until he went away. Hair pins , accesories , kimonos , haoris ... and one of them was a small blade , which he decorated and gifted to you for self defense. He was so considerant. Only if he knew that this will be the item of choice to kill yourself.

"I will be giving this to you. It will keep you safe."

With a shaky hand you reached out to it and put it to your stomach. You took a few deep breaths before you inserted it quickly , the scream that left you was animalistic ... you started going deeper and lower , trying to fully slit open your stomach , you felt that you hit your guts and that they would spill out. They didn't. You were too weak to finish up.

Your torso dropped to the floor in spasms and your hand could barely hold the blade ... your eyes were dim from tears and pain , you could've done it quickly ... but Michikatsu probably died in battle and you wanted to feel what he felt.

As Kokushibo looked over the old house he let out a long and loud sigh. He smelled blood in here ... but no humans.

Though

The interior was somewhat familliar.

He goanced down at the table where a blade wa son the floor , staines with old , decayed blood. The table had other things on it , but he couldn't care enough about them to notice.

He thought , that later the blade might be useful. He took it off the floor and left the house , not closing the door even.

Only if he remembered.

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kokusfluffyhair · 1 year

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Travelling with Michikatsu

Michikatsu Tsugikuni x GN! Reader

Modern setting!

Michikatsu doesn't like to travel

He gets very annoyed having to sit on a train for hours (and I think he's scared of flying)

He gets stressed while packing and getting to your destinations, but he tries to hide it

Michikatsu needs to stay stoic in front of others, but you can see right through him

You do your best to comfort him while not making it obvious that you can tell he's unhappy

He know that you know but don't rub it in his face

You cuddle to him and hold his hand on the train. It makes him smile

You offer him one of your earpods and you listen to music together

Michikatsu rests his head against yours and holds your hand tighter

He starts daydreaming with the music

When you get to your destination, he makes sure you both get off the train safely

He probably yawns once you're in the fresh air

He'll carry all the bags the two of you took and it's really too much for one person, so you have to argue with him a bit to let you take your backpack

Michikatsu is a stubborn gentleman, but you like him for it

You check into your Airbnb or hotel together and the first thing you want is to get food

You get dinner and walk around the city. You make Michikatsu get in some selfies with you. He's adorable and very happy. He likes taking pictures with you but he wants you to keep them private

He will be your photographer if you want a photoshoot. Doing that makes him laugh

When you get back to your lodging, Michikatsu makes a bath for you both (your lodging has a big bathtub you can go in together)

He puts Rose petals and a bath bomb in the water and lights some candles

You get in together and relax together. Michikatsu is very affectionate because he's feeling romantic

Actually this is what he was daydreaming about when listening to music on the train

You are hugging and kissing in that bath until the water gets too cool

When you get out, you dry off and put on matching bathrobes

You find something to watch on TV while Michikatsu makes some tea

When you cuddle on the bed to watch TV together and rest, everything is perfrct until Yoriichi calls

Michikatsu is annoyed for his romantic evening to be interrupted so he's kind of rude when he answers Yoriichi

Poor Yoriichi just wanted to check in and make sure you two were doing fine, so you take the phone and talk to him a bit while Michikatsu waits with his arms crossed over his chest

The call doesn't take long so you're back giving your undivided attention to your lover before you know it

You were expecting things to get a little... Spicier... But Michikatsu just wants to cuddle and he falls asleep pretty fast

The trip tired him out a lot and the bath was so relaxing to his muscles

You keep watching TV while Michikatsu sleeps with his head on your chest

When you're tired and decide to go to sleep yourself, you shut off the TV and wrap Michikatsu in your arms

"Good night, Michi. I love you," you say and plant a soft kiss to his forehead before you close your eyes

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muzanswaifu · 2 years

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Sit

Kokushibo x Fem! Reader Faceriding 18+

Ask: Can I request for whenever you have the time female Y/N faceriding Kokushibo and squirting on his face after he begs her to?

800 words

Nsfw Warnings: Faceriding (duh), coercion, slight begging, squirting, Koku likes to eat pussy, the end

"I-I can't"

"You can." His voice was muffled.

His teeth grazed across you thigh with his assurance, his command. The mauve nails of his hands dug into the plushness of your backside, divets of red forming at the incisions. Yet you couldn't feel them. You could hardly even think about them at all when his tongue laved up the seam of your sex with malintent.

That was his way of begging - feeding you piece by piece of his carnal desire until you broke down into a desperate mess seeking your release. Words meant little to him, far outweighed by the severity of action in his mind. He was gentle in his pleas, dragging his long demon tongue side to side through your folds, basking in the taste of your arousal that you were so, so shy to give away. He was a noble man you know. Were you aware how much your rebellion offended him? You should've been screaming for him, bouncing on his tongue like your entire life depended on it, and even then, you could've been doing more. You could've tore at his mane, told him how well he pleased you, hell, you could've suffocated him with your bodice and it would've been nothing but a compliment to his skill. Yet, you ceased to do any of it, instead pulling away from his thorough petting with tears in your eyes and a quivering lip.

"I c-can't," you repeated, "it's too m-much." He frowned, displeased with your answer.

"Sit, woman."

With an effortless tug at your hips, you were fully-seated again, your weight set completely on the demon's awaiting mouth. You squirmed as he continued his avid work, his head waving side to side with his precision and his claws preventing any further escape on your part. He crept to the peak of your sex, taking your twitching bundle of nerves in his mouth and giving it a strong suck. You whined loudly, collapsing over his head entirely and clutching at his locks in a futile attempt to find balance, purchase, mercy. He bobbed his head under you, tugging at the delicate bead between his lips and making your eyes roll back into your brain. After letting you scream for what had to have been ages, he finally let go, releasing with a pop and snaking his tongue back between your lips. Your thighs shook around his head and pressed up against his face tightly. His eyes, the lower pair, were rolled shut, a result of drowned bliss. the other two pairs were both fixated on your face, taking in your dumbed expression, the one that had him ravenous for more.

He could tell you were getting close again, your previous orgasm ruined by your own failure to take what he gave you. He gave your backside a push, rocking your hips to and fro on his face and encouraging you to seek out your pleasure as much as he was. You shook hard, yet couldn't help but follow the guided motions. Each rock had your nerves curling like thread over a flame, coiling and coiling until each had gathered into a tight knot that was pulled at either end. The seconds became warmer, his hand coming around to press at the lower part of your belly where all your control lie. You sobbed as he pushed on it.

"M' gonna - hnnn - it feels l-like-" Feels like you're gonna pee. Kokushibo sucked your clit in and out of his mouth impatiently, wanting already to taste the fruit of his labor.

"You won't," he assured, "Just let go."

You whimpered at his promise, the knot in your belly too strained to bear. You weakly humped at his face, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, your cunt contracting in heady anticipation around his tongue that passed it over and over and over again.

"Let go." he told, called, pleaded. And you obeyed, tensing above him and shaking before going lax. Juices sprayed across his face, soaking his lips, chin, nose, everything. He eagerly lapped at it, keeping his mouth open wide for your sweet, delicious nectar to seep into. His tongue cleaned over you thoroughly, enough that every inch of your sex was left sopping with saliva. You cooed pathetically as he devoured you, as if your juices were meal enough to last him centuries.

He didn't beg. Not in his previous life. Not in this one. Begging was a sign of weakness and resign. Nothing was worth showing one's desperation - not money, power, or death.

But this? This scent of arousal and womanhood? This taste of sweetness and pleasure? This... you?

For this... he could make an exception.

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muzansfangs · 1 year

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Douma, Akaza and Kokushibo.

General warnings for the next chapters: nsfw (minors do not interact), modern au, age gap, dom!muzan, sub!reader, sugar daddy dynamics, choking, semi-public sex, car sex, spanking, vaginal sex, virgin reader, business agreement, murder, death, torture, trauma.

Warning for this part: none! Just Muzan sending Douma and Kokushibo to stalk you.

Plot: Kibutsuji Muzan, the ambitious, high-flying politician the world needed, knew that in order to resemble the incarnation of the perfect man, ready to lead the Country, he would have needed a beautiful, young girl by his side. He did not care if it was real love, or just a façade. All he cared about was to make a certain impression. Meeting you was literally a manna from heaven. You signed the agreement, he treated you like a goddess. This was the beginning of a twisted fairytale, but you knew better than falling for him and, surely, he was not going to lose his mind for you. Or so you thought.

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THE AGREEMENT.

Muzan stared at the pictures scattered on his desk. He had made up his mind. You were truly a delicacy, indeed. It appeared like Douma had done a pretty decent job in searching the city for a woman whose appearence whetted Muzan’s appetites.

You were young, cheerful, working at a local restaurant to pay for your studies: the perfect candidate for being the future First Lady.

He knew everything about you. Your address, your friends’s names, your zodiac sign, your favorite ice-cream flavor and even your ex’s identity. Tracking you down and spying on you was easy. How could you, a sweet, lovely girl, imagine that the soon to be President had his plum red eyes on you? Your naivety intrigued him. He could play you like a doll, spoil you like a child and treat you like a princess. He did not care if your heart was going to belong to someone else. All you had to do was smiling for the pictures, being his future wife, show the world you were head over heels for him and, naturally, tell the medias you were his property.

He was confident about the outcome of your first, fateful encounter. He was a good-looking man, persuasive and pretty intimidating even. You would have probably fallen for his charm and forgotten about the terms of the contract anyway.

A knock on the door was the signal that you had arrived. Sending Douma to pick you up would have probably been detrimental to the mission and he knew better than letting you slip from his fingers. Kokushibo, on the other hand, was the best choice he could have ever made. Prefessional, authoritative and precise, he had apparently fulfilled his mission.

“Come in” Muzan said, flicking his gaze up to the door.

A second later, the door creaked open to reveal Kokushibo. He took a step forward, taking his sunglasses off and bowing his head to his boss as a sign of respect “She’s waiting for you in the dining room” he announced flatly, causing a smirk to cross Muzan’s face.

What an obedient girl you were. He was almost taken aback by the way you had decided to follow a stranger in a Maserati and trust what he had said. Either you were smart, or far too easy to play with.

“Thanks, Kokushibo. – Muzan stated, straightening his tie and grabbing the contract from the messy desk behind him – You are dismissed” he added shortly, walking past the tall dark-haired man and making his way to you, the new branded attraction of his house.

You were sitting on a black-leather chair, the goblet of red wine, a Chianti, that the dapper bodyguard had poured for you was settled on the crystal table, inviting you to take a sip. You resisted the tempation, it would have probably offended Mr. Kibutsuji, if you had not waited for him.

Yes, you knew who was requiring your presence. You had a really good photographic memory and you had recognized the shiny car of the politician’s bodyguards. You had watched it on the tv’s reports, you had seen it parked nearby your house for the past six months. He had probably sent his dogs to stalk you.

What truly puzzled you was why he wanted to see you. Kokushibo did not answer your questions. You had not told him you knew who he was working for, or that you had figured out who was asking for you. You had just followed him to the car without making a scene. He was a kind man, after all, just a bit frosty.

To snap you out of your stream of consciousness was the deep, velvet voice that kept you company during your lunch breaks, when you turned the tv on in a pathetic attempt to catch up with the daily news.

“Y/N L/N, welcome to my residence” Muzan said, a small smile curling his lips.

He was handsome, tall, elegant, standoffish and filthy rich. You were not used to interact with people coming from the upper class, let alone trying not to embarrass yourself in the presence of the man of the hour, the man that people loved and loathed at the same time.

“Good evening, Mr. Kibutsuji. – you said, standing up quickly from your seat and walking up to him – How may I help our soon to be President?” you quizzically asked him, eyes downcast not to falter under his piercing gaze.

You had stopped three, or four strides away from him not to invade his personal space, but your breath hitched in your throat when he met you midway. The alluring perfume he was wearing intoxicated you and, when he gently grabbed your hand, you were forced to shift your attention on him again. You were paralyzed, his eyes searching yours to make sure you were focused on him and him alone. He brought your hand to his lips, letting them brush over the back of your hand in a drammatically slow and intimate demeanor.

Shivers ran down your spine and you released a breath you did not know you were still holding, when he flashed you a sly grin, the same he directed to the camera, when he made his glorious appearences on the most popular talk-shows of the Country.

“Please, darling, call me Muzan. – he cooed, gesturing for you to take a seat and hesitantly letting go of your hand – I’m so glad you’ve accepted my anonymous invitation. You’re brave” he commented, walking over to the table and filling his own goblet of wine.

You softly smiled and made your way to your seat “Just observant. I thought I had recognized the car and your bodyguard” you admitted, reaching your hand out to grab your own glass.

The dark-haired man hummed, as he swirled the reddish drink into the cup “I should have known you were smart, a quality I absolutely adore finding in a woman. – he purred, sliding some papers towards you on the polished surface of the table – To answer your question, the reason why you are here lays within the lines of this contract”.

A contract?

You forrowed your brows, your eyes settling on the neat pile of papers under your nose. Did he want to hire you for something? You thought he already had a secretary and you clearly were not suited to be his bodyguard. What did Kibutsuji Muzan want from you, a mere student, then?

“I’ve personally drew up the contract. We can discuss some terms, if you are not comfortable with them” he explained, taking a sip of his drink and walking towards the stained glass windows of the large dining room. The landscape was breathtaking. The city lights, the skyscrapers dominating the industrialized area of the city and the yellowish lights of the cars rushing down the avenues were the spectacular view you were beholding.

Reading the whole contract would have probably taken you hours. There was no way in Hell you would have signed it without pondering each and every clause, but you gave it a quick reading and some words were now permeating your brain.

‘Wife, payment, tv, affectio maritalis, sexual performances, moving, money’.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your shaking fingers fidgeting with the charm of your necklace, a small, silver crescent moon, as you blurted out your question “What do you exactly want me to do?”.

Muzan did not turn to face you, he kept his intense gaze trailed on the city line instead “Be my wife” he simply said, earning a gasp from you.

“I’m sorry, what?” you breathed out.

“Adore me in public, love whoever you want privetely. Just a yes and I will shower you in money, gifts, respect and a life you could only dream of for the rest of your life… Are you in, my sweet Y/N?” he taunted you, turning towards you with the most dazzling and wicked smile you had ever seen in your whole existence.

You did not know what crossed your mind in that very instant and the following moments were fuzzy and fragmented, but all you knew on your way back to your small flat was that you had agreed and, when Kokushibo told you that he would have come to pick you up in the weekend, you were ready to start this new life as Kibutsuji’s ‘babygirl’ , as he had called you before you left.

You slumped onto your bed, droopy eyes and tipsy, unaware that a pair of golden and rainbow-colored eyes were watching you slipping into a well-deserved slumber.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi, there!

It’s my first post on this platform and I still need to understand a few basic things about Tumblr. Hopefully, I’ll be able to give you weekly updates, but I make no promises. This is going to be a small fan fiction and my main project for a little while. However, don’t worry, I’ll try to update some other one-shots & scenarios about other characters. Likes, comments and reposts are really appreciated!

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