#michikatsu x you

[vraisetzen]

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

[kokusfluffyhair]

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

[sunandflame]

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

[muzansfangs]

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.

Dt: @doumaslotus @doumadono @tired-writer04 @astrasolitaris @koyuki-the-flower my lovely icons❤️

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[diamondocean001]

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

[forsworned]

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

The smell of bergamot and hinoki fills your senses are you grasp onto his firm and sturdy physique. His unruly hair tickles at the apples of your cheeks and the tip of nose as he lets out strangled groan. Nails digging into his porcelain skin as he rutted his hips against yours in a slow and deep fashion, watching as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

"Right there..." You uttere feeling the his tip hit just the right spot after only a few minutes. His lovely lips curling into a smug smile at his feat.

"Already?" A moan barely manages to escape your lips as he thrusts into your sweet spot over and over again.

"Y-yes...Hah...You're gonna make me..." You could barely even finish your sentence.

The feeling of ecstasy was taking over your body with every pump. His slender fingers just barely probing your clit in circular motions was sending you over the edge. You feel yourself slowly unraveling with every roll of his hips.

His lips dive into your neck as he feels himself starting to come undone. Teeth sinking into your neck and you cry out his name as you card your fingers through his tousled hair. He shudders as he rides his high, and his body gives out in pure gratification, although still rutting into you as you moan incessantly.

The fervent feeling exploding in your lower abdomen and you struggle to catch your breath as it feels never ending. You hadn't even realized how loud you were being as the satisfaction hit and then dissipated without hurry.

His heavy form slightly hovers over yours as he pulls out from you and watches as your mixed arousal sticks to him. His eyes widen and he cracks a savory grin. "You came so much, [name]."

You glance down as you wipe the sweat off of your brow, feeling winded by your high. There seemed to a mess between your legs, sticking at your bare thighs. You observ how he traces his thumb over your sopping slit and you shiver at his touch, still not over how hard he made you cum. Mouth agape as he brings his thumb to his mouth and licks it off. "Let's do that again."

꒰tengen, sanemi, gyomei, kagaya, michikatsu꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

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[ferninapot]

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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[trancylovecraft]

Can I request a yandere Kokushibo piece where his s/o is a Hashira that has somehow mastered Moon breathing. Sorry if it’s too vague but I loved your other Kokushibo pieces. Feel free to ignore this if it doesn’t interest you tho and I love all your work.

(KNY) YANDERE KOKUSHIBO x MOON HASHIRA! READER: Headcannons

• Interesting prompt! I like it. (Tysm too btw :> cant ignore such nice words lol. Sorry it took so long)

• Kokushibo in general I headcannon to be very possessive, Protective and obsessive.

• These traits only skyrocket once he finds you.

• You, The Moon Hashira take a lot of pride of pride in your style, One that you assumed you invented yourself.

• Its only once you come face to face with Kokushibo when hunting for demons is when you realise that’s false.

• Kokushibo on first sight think’s you’re a rather attractive person. He doesn’t say anything but he does gain an interest though it is mostly about your appearance as a good meal to absorb.

• Said interest becomes an obsession however once you finally show off Moon Breathing. He’s stunned, Yet in absolute exhiliration too.

• As a human, Michikatsu wanted a way to preserve his breathing technique, He had no sucessors. Yorichii tried to tell him it didn’t matter but of course Michikatsu didn’t agree much.

• But seeing you here is like seeing his legacy come to fruition. He’s frozen in admiration and joy as you come running at him with one of your attacks ready to behead him.

• You’re strong of mind too, You were able to charge at him instead of freeze in fear at the mere sight of him.

• Suddenly inside his cold dead heart he could feel it grow three times bigger that day. Something about you was just amazing, And he had to have it.

• So as you charge at him, Yelling out your next move you can see him running towards you as well.

• And in a split second everything goes blank, You fall to the ground unconscious and your sword skitters away from your grasp.

• Kokushibo stands over you, All six of his eyes watching your figure with great interest. He can’t kill you yet, You are his legacy and his mark in history. You’ve gained his attention.

• Your kasugai crow, Who was sitting in the tree nearby tried to fly off for help. But was instantly struck down by one of Kokushibo’s swords.

• Can’t let any more pests intervene with with his work

• You wake up in some house deep inside the japanese wilderness. Away from any society or village with your only company being the animals and your new captor

• Your sword is gone. Your legs are chained to your bed and the door in the room is locked.

• Kokushibo is already there to tell you how this is going to go. You are now nothing more than a possession, You cannot leave the house and he says it in such a brash way that it almost makes you cry harder.

• If you try to attack him he will not take it. He will slap you to the side and you’ll be too out of it afterwards to continue.

• You’re usually not let out and your weapon is nowhere in sight, However Kokushibo tends to take you out once a month or so to train with him.

• Of course, You have ankle weights and your sword is made of bamboo so you cant do anything other than bonk him on the head with it. So killing him is off the table.

• You can still use your breathing techniques though, And he wants you to show them off to him.

• He also tries to converse with you about the breathing style, As anti-social as he is he does want someone to talk to about moon breathing since you two are the only ones in history to wield it

• He asks you how you were able to master it. Did you learn it from someone or come up with it on your own? How long have you used it? How many forms have you been able to use?

• He gets really irritated when you just ignore him in favour of spitting insults, He doesn’t tolerate that kind of disrespect and tosses you back into your shared bedroom.

• Oh right, You two also share a bed. You are his wife so it is only right <3

• If this was a platonic scenario then he might’ve considered you his apprentice or his Tsuguko. However since this is romantic he considers you to be his wife and refers to you as such.

• Anyone you might’ve known in your time as a Hashira gets hunted down by him. Any co-workers you mention? Dead in a ditch somewhere. Anyone you’re particularly friendly with? Gone!

• God forbid you have a husband, Kokushibo will not hesitate.

• If you ever have kids, May it be from stockholm syndrome or something much more vile. Kokushibo will be teaching them moon breathing and will expect you to help out.

• If you do fall into stockholm then he will soften up and use moon themed petnames to match your breathing

• Little moon, My crescent.

• Its cheesy.

• Either way this man loves that you know moon breathing, He adores you for it.

• A little too much, But I’m sure its nothing to worry about 

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[kolyasupremanxy]

NSFW Alphabet

—Sorry for being a bit repetitive ! The way I wrote this is like ↑↓↑↓↑ lol

—𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

After indulging in the depths of pleasure, Kokushibo's demeanor remains stoic as he carefully tends to his partner's needs. His hands move with precision, gently wiping away any traces of their intimate encounter. He ensures their comfort, meticulously adjusting the sheets and arranging pillows to support their tired bodies. Though his actions are devoid of overt affection, his presence exudes a sense of calm and reassurance, silently assuring his partner of his care and protection.

Kokushibo's aftercare extends beyond the physical realm. He takes the time to listen, his piercing gaze locked onto his partner's eyes, as they express their thoughts and feelings. He provides a safe space for them to share their vulnerabilities, his quiet strength serving as a pillar of support.

In his own enigmatic way, Kokushibo shows his devotion through his actions. He may prepare a warm bath, delicately washing away the remnants of their passion, or offer a soothing massage to ease any tension in their muscles. His touch, though controlled and measured, carries an undercurrent of tenderness that speaks volumes.

As the two of them lie entwined in the aftermath of their shared pleasure, Kokushibo remains a steadfast presence. He may not shower them with affectionate words or lavish displays of emotion, but his unwavering loyalty and protective nature are evident in every subtle gesture. With him, they are safe, cherished, and cared for, long after the flames of desire have subsided.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Kokushibo takes great pride in his lean, muscular physique. The intricate patterns of his tattoos, symbolizing his power and status, are a constant reminder of his heritage. His favorite body part, however, is his strong, chiseled chest. The way his muscles ripple beneath his skin as he moves, commanding attention and respect, is a source of both confidence and allure.

When it comes to his partner, Kokushibo is captivated by their luscious curves and supple skin. His hands often gravitate towards their hips, feeling the intoxicating softness beneath his touch. He revels in the contrast between his own firm physique and their delicate frame, finding pleasure in the harmony they create together.

During their intimate moments, Kokushibo's fingers trace the curves of his partner's body, reveling in the perfection he finds there. His touch is reverent yet possessive, as if he wants to imprint their beauty into his memory. He explores every inch of their body, from the curve of their waist to the swell of their breasts, committing each detail to heart.

His partner's body becomes a canvas for his desires, a masterpiece that he wants to possess and worship. With every touch, every caress, he worships their form, cherishing the unique beauty they bring to his life. And as their bodies merge in a dance of passion, Kokushibo finds himself lost in the symphony of their union, his favorite body part meeting their own in a perfect blend of desire and ecstasy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Kokushibo's control extends to every aspect of his being, including the release of his essence. When he climaxes, his body tenses with restrained power, a low growl escaping from his lips. His seed surges forth, a testament to his dominance and prowess. He takes pride in the sight of his partner adorned with his essence, their bodies intertwined in a sensual embrace.

As the heat of their passion reaches its peak, Kokushibo's movements become more fervent, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. When his release finally comes, it is a culmination of restrained power, his essence spurting forth in powerful spurts. The sensation washes over him, a surge of pleasure that leaves him momentarily vulnerable, his stoic facade momentarily shattered.

His seed, thick and warm, coats his partner's skin, marking them as his own. The sight of their body adorned with his essence ignites a primal sense of possessiveness within him. He revels in the intimacy and connection forged through this exchange, a tangible reminder of their shared desire andI apologize, but I won't be able to generate that story for you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

Deep within Kokushibo's stoic facade lies a hidden desire for submission. The thought of relinquishing control, even for a moment, entices him like a forbidden fruit. In the darkest corners of his mind, he fantasizes about a partner who can break through his unwavering dominance, bringing him to his knees with their touch and command.

Despite his position as Upper Rank One and his reputation as a powerful demon slayer, Kokushibo yearns for the thrill of surrender. The weight of responsibility that rests upon his shoulders becomes a burden he longs to shed, if only for a fleeting moment. He craves the overwhelming rush of vulnerability, the surrendering of his power to another.

Imagining himself bound, restrained, and utterly at the mercy of a skilled and confident partner sends shivers down his spine. The notion of being stripped of his control, his every action dictated by another's whims, ignites a fire within him that no battle or conquest ever could.

Yet, this dirty secret remains locked away, hidden deep within the recesses of his being. Kokushibo guards it fiercely, fearing the judgment and ridicule that would surely follow should anyone discover this vulnerable desire that lurks beneath his stoic exterior.

And so, he continues to command with authority, to dominate with unyielding strength, all the while concealing the profound longing that dwells within him. Only in the privacy of his own thoughts does he dare to explore the depths of this secret desire, the forbidden yearning that burns within his very core.

E = Experience (How experience are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Kokushibo, consumed by his pursuit of strength and his relentless ambition, has refrained from indulging in physical intimacy since becoming a demon. His focus has been solely on honing his skills and ascending to the pinnacle of power. However, his prowess in the bedroom remains unrivaled, a testament to his innate sensuality and understanding of the human body.

Though time has passed since his last encounter, Kokushibo's knowledge and expertise have not diminished. His memory serves as a guide, allowing him to recall past experiences and apply his accumulated wisdom to each new encounter. His touch is precise and deliberate, tracing patterns that ignite shivers of pleasure along his partner's skin.

Kokushibo's innate sensuality and deep understanding of desire enable him to explore his partner's body with a profound intuition. He knows how to elicit moans and gasps, tracing the contours of their desires with practiced finesse. He is attentive, attuned to their responses, and adapts his techniques to heighten their pleasure.

While his lack of recent experience may suggest hesitancy or uncertainty, Kokushibo's confidence and dominance remain unwavering. He is a master of control, perfectly balancing the line between gentle caresses and commanding dominance. His partner is swept away in a whirlwind of sensations, guided by his skilled hands and seductive whispers.

The absence of recent encounters only serves to intensify Kokushibo's hunger and passion. He approaches each new experience with an insatiable desire, determined to explore and conquer newfound pleasures. His expertise, honed over centuries, ensures that his partner's satisfaction is not only met but exceeded, leaving them breathless and yearning for more.

Kokushibo's prowess in the bedroom is unparalleled, a testament to his dedication and innate sensuality. Despite his lack of recent encounters, his skill and confidence remain unwavering, leaving his partner in a state of blissful surrender. With him, pleasure becomes an art form, a symphony of desire conducted by the most skilled of lovers.

F = Favorite position:

Kokushibo's favorite position is one that allows him to fully showcase his dominance and control. With his partner on their hands and knees, he positions himself behind them, gripping their hips with a firm yet gentle hold. This position, known as doggy style, grants him complete access and control over their body, enabling him to dictate the pace and depth of their connection.

As he enters them from behind, the primal instinct of his inner demon surges through his veins. His hips move with a measured precision, driving into them with a relentless rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding fills the room, their moans mingling with the symphony of their shared pleasure.

From this vantage point, Kokushibo revels in the sight of their arched back, their supple skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. He watches as their hands claw at the sheets, their body writhing under his commanding touch. The power he holds over them, the way he can bring them to the brink of ecstasy with each thrust, fuels his own desire, pushing him to delve deeper into their shared pleasure.

In this position, Kokushibo's dominance is on full display. His grip on their hips tightens, his fingers leaving faint marks that serve as a reminder of his control. He savors the symphony of their moans, relishing in the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure that courses through their veins.

As their bodies move in perfect harmony, Kokushibo feels a primal satisfaction wash over him. The raw, unfiltered connection between them is a testament to his dominance and their unwavering trust. In this position, their desires intertwine and ignite, merging into a fiery crescendo of pleasure that leaves them both breathless and sated.

Afterward, as they lay tangled in a web of limbs, Kokushibo's satisfaction is evident in the satisfied curve of his lips. He relishes in the memory of their shared passion, knowing that he has left an indelible mark on their body and soul. For Kokushibo, the doggy style position is not just about physical pleasure—it is a manifestation of his dominance and an affirmation of his prowess as the Upper Rank One.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

In the realm of intimacy, Kokushibo sheds his stoic demeanor and embraces a rare vulnerability. Though he is primarily serious and intense, moments of lightheartedness occasionally slip through the cracks. A playful smirk might grace his lips, or a soft chuckle may escape his throat, reflecting the genuine joy he finds in the connection forged between himself and his partner.

When the weight of their responsibilities is momentarily lifted, Kokushibo allows himself to be free, to revel in the pleasure and the shared intimacy. His usually sharp gaze softens, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief as he indulges in the pleasures of the flesh.

In these fleeting moments, Kokushibo's dominant nature blends with a more playful side, creating a unique balance that leaves his partner breathless. He may tease and taunt, his voice laced with playful innuendos that draw forth a blush upon his partner's cheeks. His touch becomes lighter, tracing feather-like patterns along their skin, evoking shivers of anticipation that dance along their spine.

With a gentle tug and a mischievous glint in his eyes, Kokushibo may guide his partner towards exploring new territories, enticing them to surrender to their desires. His commanding presence remains, but now it's tinged with a lightness, a willingness to explore and experiment in the realm of pleasure.

In those moments, Kokushibo becomes more than just a stoic figure of power. He becomes a lover, a partner, and a source of immense pleasure. His playful nature adds a layer of intimacy, allowing his partner to see a side of him that is rarely witnessed by others. It's a reminder that even the most disciplined and reserved souls have their moments of joy and vulnerability, basking in the shared ecstasy of a connection that transcends the boundaries of their roles and responsibilities.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As a character rooted in tradition and discipline, Kokushibo maintains a sense of order and meticulousness in all aspects of his life, including his personal grooming. When it comes to his intimate areas, Kokushibo ensures that his pubic hair is neatly trimmed and well-groomed.

In the depths of privacy, where his desires are allowed to roam free, Kokushibo takes the time to meticulously tend to his pubic hair. With precise movements, he trims it to a neat and manageable length, ensuring that it remains tidy and aesthetically pleasing.

His attention to detail extends to the cleanliness and hygiene of this area as well. Kokushibo takes great care to keep himself immaculate, washing thoroughly and maintaining proper hygiene to ensure a comfortable and pleasurable experience for both himself and his partner.

While his grooming practices may not be explicitly discussed, Kokushibo's commitment to perfection and discipline can be seen in the meticulousness with which he attends to all aspects of his appearance. It is not surprising that he would extend this care to the grooming of his pubic hair, reflecting his desire for order and control in all aspects of his life, even in the most intimate of moments.

I = Intimacy (how they express love and affection):

Kokushibo, with his reserved and stoic nature, expresses love and affection in his own enigmatic way. While he may not be one to shower his partner with grand gestures or overt displays of emotion, there is a subtle intensity to his actions that speaks volumes.

In the realm of intimacy, Kokushibo's dominant and commanding nature takes center stage. He approaches each encounter with a sense of purpose and control, guiding his partner through a symphony of pleasure. His touches are deliberate and precise, each caress and stroke designed to elicit the utmost pleasure for both himself and his partner.

His gaze, piercing and intense, holds a depth of emotion that is often masked by his composed exterior. With every locked gaze, he conveys a silent understanding and connection, allowing his partner to feel seen and cherished in their most vulnerable moments.

In his own restrained way, Kokushibo seeks to understand his partner's desires and needs. He listens attentively to their whispered pleas and moans, attuned to their body's responses. Through this deep understanding, he becomes attuned to their pleasure, guiding them to new heights of ecstasy.

While words may not flow easily from his lips, Kokushibo's actions speak volumes. He is attentive to his partner's reactions, adjusting his pace and intensity to ensure their pleasure is maximized. He takes pride in their satisfaction, finding fulfillment in their shared intimacy.

Outside of the physical realm, Kokushibo displays his love and affection through his unwavering loyalty and protectiveness. He becomes a pillar of strength and support for his partner, offering them a safe haven within his presence. He may not express love with words, but his actions and unwavering commitment speak louder than any declaration ever could.

In the depths of their intimacy, Kokushibo's enigmatic nature reveals a tender vulnerability. Behind his composed facade lies a depth of emotion and a desire to connect and please his partner. Through his dominant yet caring touch, he creates a space where love and pleasure intertwine, leaving both himself and his partner craving for more.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Kokushibo, with his disciplined and reserved nature, rarely indulges in the act of self-pleasure. His focus is typically directed towards accomplishing his goals and honing his skills as a demon slayer. However, on rare occasions when the weight of his desires becomes too overwhelming to ignore, he retreats to his personal quarters, enveloped in a shroud of darkness.

Within the confines of his private chamber, Kokushibo allows himself a moment of vulnerability. He undresses slowly, methodically unbuttoning his garments with precise movements. His hands, calloused and strong from countless battles, explore every inch of his sculpted body with a reverence reserved only for himself.

His touch is deliberate and controlled, his strokes matching the rhythm of his heartbeat. His eyes, normally cold and calculating, glimmer with a hint of desire as he imagines the touch of another against his skin. The room is filled with his soft, ragged breaths and the faint sound of his fingers gliding over his length.

In these stolen moments of self-pleasure, Kokushibo allows himself to surrender to the overwhelming sensations that course through his body. His grip tightens as pleasure begins to build, his stoic expression faltering for a brief moment, replaced with an expression of unadulterated ecstasy.

Once satiated, Kokushibo carefully cleanses himself, erasing any trace of his intimate encounter. He returns to his duties, his demeanor unyielding and composed, as if the act of self-pleasure never transpired. It remains a secret he guards fiercely, a release he allows himself only in the most desperate of moments.

K = Kinks (their preferences and desires):

Kokushibo, the formidable and dominant Upper Rank One, possesses a refined set of desires and preferences when it comes to intimacy. Rooted in his composed and commanding nature, his kinks reflect his need for control and the exploration of power dynamics.

One of Kokushibo's prominent kinks is marking. He derives immense pleasure from leaving visible reminders of his ownership on his partner's body. Whether through gentle nips, love bites, or the precise application of his demon blood, he revels in the act of claiming and leaving his unmistakable mark upon their skin. The sight of his partner adorned with his markings serves as a constant reminder of their connection and his dominion over them.

Another element that entices Kokushibo is choking. The delicate balance between pleasure and restraint captivates his attention. With a firm yet controlled grip, he explores the realm of breath play, knowing precisely when to apply pressure and release it, heightening his partner's sensations and pushing them to the edge of blissful surrender. The trust and vulnerability involved in this act further fuel his desire, cementing his dominance in the most intimate of moments.

Size difference also holds a particular allure for Kokushibo. His towering presence and commanding stature allow him to tower over his partner, emphasizing the power dynamic between them. The stark contrast in size intensifies the sensations of submission and dominance, creating a heightened sense of arousal and desire for both parties involved.

Kokushibo's kinks are centered around the exploration of power, control, and the art of pleasure. While these desires may manifest in the form of marking, choking, and a preference for size difference, they are always approached with the utmost respect, care, and consent. Kokushibo prides himself on his ability to create an environment where both partners can fully embrace their desires while prioritizing safety and mutual enjoyment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Within the world of demons and demon slayers, Kokushibo's favorite place to engage in intimate encounters is a secluded, hidden grove deep within the vibrant forest. This serene and untouched location offers a perfect balance of tranquility and excitement, a haven away from prying eyes and the chaos of battle.

As the moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting ethereal shadows on the forest floor, Kokushibo leads his partner through the winding paths, his footsteps silent and purposeful. The air is thick with anticipation, his presence commanding and enigmatic.

Arriving at the grove, Kokushibo's eyes glimmer with a knowing hunger as he takes in the sight before him. The grove is a sanctuary of natural beauty, with lush foliage and a carpet of soft grass that cushions their every step. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant melody of chirping birds provide a symphony of secrecy.

With a commanding presence, Kokushibo guides his partner to a moss-covered clearing, bathed in the moon's gentle glow. The softness beneath their feet invites them to surrender to the natural allure of the grove, the perfect stage for their clandestine desires.

In this secluded paradise, Kokushibo's dominance reigns supreme. He positions his partner against the sturdy trunk of an ancient tree, using it as a pillar of support. The rough bark presses against their back, grounding them in a primal connection to nature.

As their bodies intertwine, the rustling leaves become witnesses to their shared pleasure. The scent of the forest mingles with the intoxicating aroma of their passion, creating an atmosphere of untamed desire. The symphony of their moans and whispers harmonizes with the symphony of nature, an intimate melody that only they can hear.

In this sacred grove, Kokushibo's power merges with the raw beauty of the natural world, creating an experience that transcends the physical. Here, amidst the ancient trees and hidden wonders, they surrender to their deepest desires, lost in a dance of passion and surrender.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Kokushibo, being a man of refined tastes and discerning desires, finds his motivation in the pursuit of absolute control and dominance. The allure of power, both physical and mental, is what ignites the fire within him. The sight of his partner displaying unwavering obedience and submission stirs a primal hunger deep within his core, urging him to claim them as his own.

The anticipation of a battle, be it on the battlefield or within the intimate confines of their shared space, is what truly excites Kokushibo. The exchange of power, the struggle for dominance, fuels his desires like nothing else. The thrill of overpowering his partner, of rendering them completely helpless beneath him, is what drives him to explore the depths of their connection.

He is drawn to individuals who possess an unwavering strength, both physically and mentally, yet willingly surrender themselves to his desires. The meeting of two strong-willed souls, locked in a dance of power and submission, is where his desires truly come alive. The unspoken understanding, the unyielding trust, is what fuels the flames of his passion.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs):

While Kokushibo is open to exploring a wide range of desires and fantasies, he has his boundaries and limits. He staunchly refuses to engage in any form of degradation or humiliation, finding such acts distasteful and beneath his dignity. The idea of inflicting pain solely for the purpose of cruelty holds no appeal for him, as he believes in the pursuit of pleasure that is consensual and rooted in mutual respect.

Furthermore, Kokushibo has a distaste for partners who lack discipline and purpose. Laziness, complacency, and a lack of ambition are major turn-offs for him. He seeks individuals who can match his intensity and dedication, who are willing to push themselves to their limits in the pursuit of pleasure and fulfillment.

Kokushibo's desires are rooted in dominance and control, but always within the confines of consent and respect. He is a master of reading his partner's boundaries and desires, ensuring that every encounter is a consensual exploration of pleasure and trust.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Kokushibo's preference for giving or receiving oral pleasure depends on the dynamics of his encounter. As a dominant individual, he takes great pleasure in being the recipient of his partner's oral ministrations. The feeling of their warm breath against his skin, their lips and tongue tracing patterns of desire along his length, sends shivers down his spine. His stoic facade falters as he succumbs to the intoxicating sensations, his control slipping away for a moment.

However, Kokushibo is not one to simply receive pleasure without reciprocation. In moments of vulnerability and trust, he finds pleasure in lavishing his partner with oral attention. His skill in giving oral pleasure is unparalleled. With his meticulous nature and attention to detail, he explores every inch of his partner's body, leaving no erogenous zone untouched. His tongue dances with expertise, tracing delicate patterns and eliciting moans of pleasure. He revels in the taste and scent of his partner, savoring their essence as he brings them to the brink of ecstasy.

Whether giving or receiving, Kokushibo's oral skills are a testament to his dedication and mastery of pleasure. He takes great pride in his ability to unlock the depths of his partner's desires, leaving them breathless and craving more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Kokushibo, a man of calculated control and unwavering discipline, approaches intimacy with a methodical and deliberate pace. However, when the desire for primal dominance takes hold, he finds himself succumbing to a different kind of rhythm. In these moments, his movements become slow, rough, and deep, as he seeks to unleash the raw power within him.

With an intensity that borders on primal, Kokushibo's grip on his partner tightens, his fingers digging into their flesh as he pulls them closer. Each thrust is deliberate, driven by a primal need to claim and conquer. The friction between their bodies ignites a fire that consumes them both, fueling their shared desire with every deep, forceful movement.

Kokushibo's controlled facade begins to crumble, replaced by an unrestrained hunger that pulses through his veins. His hips move with a powerful rhythm, his body pressing against his partner's with an unyielding force. The room echoes with the sound of their mingled moans, a symphony of pleasure and dominance.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Quickies hold little appeal for Kokushibo, as he values the connection and exploration that can only be achieved through longer, more deliberate encounters. He craves the slow burn of passion and the deep exploration of his partner's body, relishing in the journey towards shared ecstasy.

He believes that true pleasure should be savored, not rushed, allowing him to fully immerse himself in the depths of sensation. Thus, quickies are a rarity for Kokushibo, reserved only for moments of insatiable desire and when time is truly of the essence. Even then, he strives to make the most of the limited time, ensuring that every touch and every movement leaves an indelible mark of pleasure.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

Kokushibo, despite his stoic nature, possesses a hidden curiosity and a willingness to explore new realms of pleasure. While he values tradition and holds firm to his principles, he understands that the path to true mastery lies in pushing one's boundaries.

He is not afraid to take calculated risks within the realm of intimacy, seeking to discover new sensations and experiences that deepen the connection between himself and his partner. Whether it be the exploration of power dynamics, the introduction of light bondage, or the thrill of public encounters, Kokushibo approaches experimentation with a measured caution.

Each new experience is carefully planned and executed, ensuring the safety and consent of both himself and his partner. He understands the importance of trust and communication, allowing them to navigate uncharted territories while maintaining a sense of control and authority.

It is through these calculated risks that Kokushibo unveils new layers of pleasure, pushing the boundaries of his dominance and discovering new depths of ecstasy with his partner.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last):

Kokushibo, being a demon of immense power and endurance, possesses a stamina that seems boundless. His demonic nature grants him the ability to push himself beyond the limits of a mere mortal, allowing him to engage in intense bouts of pleasure for an extended period of time. With a relentless determination and unyielding desire, he can go for hours, his stamina never wavering as he explores the depths of his partner's desires.

Like a predator stalking its prey, Kokushibo hunts down their pleasure with a relentless fervor, ensuring that no inch of their body is left untouched. Each round leaves his partner weak and trembling, their breathless moans music to his ears. His unwavering stamina and commanding presence make it seem as though he could break his partner in half with the sheer intensity of their connection.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

As a traditionalist at heart, Kokushibo prefers to rely solely on the raw and primal connection shared between two bodies. The use of toys holds no appeal for him, as he finds greater satisfaction in the natural union of flesh. His hands, with their strength and precision, are his most trusted tools, capable of igniting the deepest desires within his partner and leaving them trembling with pleasure.

With every touch and caress, Kokushibo explores every inch of his partner's body, skillfully navigating their erogenous zones to elicit the most intense responses. The power and control he wields with his hands are unmatched, rendering the need for toys obsolete. In his presence, his partner is left with no doubt that they are in the hands of a master, their desires completely fulfilled by his skillful touch alone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Kokushibo relishes in the power he holds over his partner, taking immense pleasure in teasing and denying them. With his reserved and stoic nature, he maintains an air of mystery, leaving his partner constantly yearning for more. Every movement, every touch is calculated to push them to the brink of pleasure, only to pull back, denying them the release they so desperately crave.

He revels in the control he holds, savoring the moments where their pleas and desperate gasps fill the room, knowing that it is his touch alone that can grant them release. The unfairness of his teasing is a deliberate choice, an embodiment of his dominance and authority. He takes pleasure in pushing his partner to the edge, ensuring that when their release finally comes, it is all the more explosive, leaving them utterly and completely under his command.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

Kokushibo is a man of restrained power and quiet intensity. When it comes to the realm of intimacy, he maintains his composed demeanor, rarely allowing his voice to betray the depths of pleasure he experiences. His breaths, though controlled, may occasionally hitch in his chest, a subtle indication of the pleasure coursing through his veins. However, his voice remains low and velvety, his grunts and growls serving as a testament to his dominance and desire. It is a symphony of controlled passion, a melody that resonates in the depths of his partner's being, leaving them yearning for more.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

Beneath the stoic facade that Kokushibo presents to the world, there lies a hidden desire for vulnerability and intimacy. In the depths of his heart, he yearns for a connection that goes beyond physical pleasure. He craves a partner who can break through his walls, unraveling the layers of his complex persona and exploring the depths of his soul. In moments of solitude, his mind wanders to a world where he can let go of control, surrendering himself to the warmth and tenderness of another's touch. This wild card desire fuels his fantasies, igniting a flame of longing that burns deep within him.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes):

His manhood is of considerable length, thick and engorged with desire. It is a sight that commands attention, a symbol of his unwavering power. The veins that snake along its length pulse with the anticipation of pleasure, further accentuating his strength and vitality.

Kokushibo's length is indeed remarkable, measuring at around 9 inches in all its glorious splendor. It is a size that commands attention and leaves a lasting impression on those who are lucky enough to witness it.

As for its color, his manhood takes on a rich, velvety hue. A deep, dusky shade that exudes an air of mystery and allure. It is a color that perfectly complements his overall aesthetic, adding an extra layer of intensity to his already captivating presence.

In terms of thickness, Kokushibo possesses a girth that is nothing short of satisfying. It is thick enough to provide a sense of fullness and pleasure, ensuring that his partner is thoroughly stimulated and completely enveloped in the depths of their intimate connection.

His impressive size and proportions are a testament to his power and dominance, a physical attribute that amplifies the pleasure he is capable of delivering. It is a sight to behold, a manifestation of his prowess that leaves his partner yearning for more.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Kokushibo's sex drive burns within him like a smoldering flame, carefully contained and controlled. As an Upper Rank Demon, he possesses an insatiable hunger for power and dominance, and that same intensity translates into his desires. Though his reserved nature may suggest otherwise, his yearning for physical connection is undeniable.

His sex drive lies dormant, simmering beneath the surface until awakened by the presence of a worthy partner. When the allure of someone who can match his strength and intelligence presents itself, Kokushibo's yearning becomes more pronounced. It lingers in his every thought and fuels his actions, driving him to seek out moments of intimacy with an unwavering determination.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

As a demon of immense power and boundless stamina, Kokushibo never succumbs to the need for sleep. While his partner peacefully drifts off into dreamland, he remains wide awake, his crimson eyes fixated on their slumbering form. Positioned by their side, he watches with unwavering intensity, taking in every detail of their serene countenance.

The moonlight casts a gentle glow upon their face, highlighting the soft curves and delicate features that captivate Kokushibo's attention. His fingers itch to touch, to trail along the smooth expanse of their skin, but he refrains, not wanting to disturb their peaceful rest. Instead, he gazes upon them with a mixture of fierce protectiveness and unabashed adoration.

In the stillness of the night, Kokushibo's presence is a silent reassurance. His partner's vulnerability stirs a primal urge within him, a need to guard and shield them from any harm that may dare to approach. His hand hovers just above their body, ready to spring into action at the slightest sign of danger.

As they dream, whispers and murmurs escape their lips, painting a picture of the worlds their subconscious explores. Kokushibo listens attentively, his sharp ears capturing every syllable. The rhythm of their breathing becomes a soothing melody to his ears, lulling him into a state of heightened awareness.

Even amidst his ceaseless thoughts and calculations, Kokushibo's focus remains solely on his slumbering lover. The weight of their trust and vulnerability fills him with a sense of purpose, reminding him of the depth of their connection. He finds solace in these stolen moments, cherishing the intimacy and the unspoken bond they share.

As the night continues its reign, Kokushibo remains a steadfast sentinel, his unwavering gaze fixed upon his partner. He stands as their silent guardian, ready to offer protection and comfort should their sleep be disturbed. In these quiet moments, he finds a profound sense of fulfillment, knowing that he is there for them, even in the depths of their dreams.

And so, Kokushibo stands watch, his zealous vigilance an unspoken testament to the intensity of his devotion. The night unfolds, and he remains a sentinel, a silent observer, bound by a love that transcends the boundaries of time and darkness.

I need this man so bad.

#demon slayer #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo #michikatsu x reader #michikatsu tsugikuni #kokushibo smut #michikatsu smut #demon slayer x reader #kny #kny x reader #kokushibo x you #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kokushibo headcanons #Michikatsu Headcanons

[vraisetzen]

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

[kokusfluffyhair]

Valentine's Day with Michikatsu

+ In Japan, the girl gives chocolates to the boy on Valentine's Day, and then the boy gives back a month later on White Day

+ Michi wouldn't go for that. He needs to spoil you on both days

+ Flowers, chocolates, stuffed toys, he's got them all for you

+ You don't know what to do with all the gifts

+ Also if you both don't have work/school, he won't leave your side

+ If one (or both) of you have work/school, then he's messaging you all the time

+ He gets clingy, but you like it

+ He just needs to tell you how much he loves you. It's not like he doesn't think you believe him, but it's Valentine's Day and he wants it to be special

+ For dinner, Michi wouldn't make a reservation at a restaurant. He wants to cook something at home

+ Preferably, you cook together

+ Michi likes the privacy of being home and not in a public place with others around. He can be more affectionate that way

+ You would have some wine, sake (or other alcohol of your choice) while eating

+ When you're eating dinner, Michi would light a candle on the table and give it a romantic atmosphere

+ He also gave Yoriichi something to do outside the house (if they're living together) so he won't be interrupting you

+ Because you're drinking while eating, you end up doing silly things like feeding each other

+ When you're done with the meal, you watch a movie together and have some chocolates (and maybe more alcohol)

+ Michi would probably do something like have rose petals on the couch, because he likes to try to be romantic

+ When you decide to go to bed, Michi picks you up and carries you to the bedroom

+ There are rose petals in the bed too, and some red heart-shaped balloons in the room

+ You two probably have sex before you fall asleep in each other's arms

#kokushibo x reader #kokushibou x y/n #kokushibou x you #michikatsu x reader #michikatsu x you #michikatsu x y/n #valentine's day kny #kokushibou #michikatsu tsugikuni

[married-to-google-translater]

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

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.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny #kny x reader #kokushibo #kokushibo x reader #kokushibou #kokushibou x reader #kny imagines #demon slayer imagines #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kokushibo x you #kokushibo imagine #michikatsu x reader #michikatsu #michikatsu tsugikuni

[muzansfangs]

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.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX

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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!

X O X O

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[doudouma]

“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 and 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! ❀

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Would it be alright to ask for a Yandere Kokushibo with a reincarnated darling that used to be his first love whom he regretted leaving perhaps?

Yandere Kokushibo x Reincarnated Reader

As a man, he was never happy with his own life. Always looking enviously at the back of his brother who had made something of himself and was thriving in the path he had chosen. So much so that he failed to be present in his own life. 

“Michikatsu…would you ask me to marry you?”

The echo of the memory rang in his ears as he watched the armed spouse of one of the hashira. Armed with a Nichirin blade they sliced the lower demons Kokushibo was following into bits with extreme skill. He couldn’t bring himself to look away, trying to grasp the possibility of this.

“Has it been that long?”

To think he was now powerful enough to live past a cycle of humanity to see you once again. The only thing not guaranteed by his not so newfound power was your love which he was sure to miss with this new iteration of you.

“That must be one of the twelve kizuki. What are the odds I kill that I distract that thing long enough for you to escape?”

It hurts. To see you protectively guarding the hashira you are married to. It's disgusting that it's, not him. So he makes a point to kill your partner or at least have them struggling underneath while he starts his spiel. 

“Are you not ruined, knowing your…partner is going to die because you are weak?” 

“Well I’m sure it will hurt...but its better to have loved than lost.”

That breaks him. To hear it from those lips he remembers grazing in teasing kisses. He either lets his anger swell and kill your partner or he releases you. Letting you carry your injured partner away as your curious about why the kizuki left. It might be convenient that the sun rises when he does this but he never forgets. 

Mulling over your likeness to his love lost. He debates even informing Muzan of this but he ultimately keeps it to himself. Instead out of his own selfish desire he’ll inject you with Muzan’s blood, specifically when your partner is near, forcing the one who stole you from him, to either watch you turn into their enemy or writhe in pain as you die. 

“Love being lost…is just another thing lost to me all because of him.” 

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[p1err0st4r]

✦  . . i've been feeling like writing nsfw for some time and now i finally have to courage !! Includes : Kokushibo Reader is male / AMAB and a demon.

𓆩  🌂  𓆪    . quick description : despite being his S / O your behaviour can sometimes can be overwhelming , or sometimes down right annoying , so he decides to silence you.

  .   🎧   warnings : NSFW ; kind of degradation; hate fucking. Z z 

Kokushibo doesn't even know how you two ended up togheter. It started from simple little joint missions to him starting to tolerate you and have favorotism towards towards you and now it's like this .. Don't get me wrong , Kokushibo loves you , he knows your outgoing personality can be overshadowed but episodes like that happen once in a blue moon so the rest of the time Kokushibo has to deal with your bs.💀💀

He absolutely lost his shit when you made a joke about his relationship with Yoriichi and you cracked it up infront of some of the upper moons , on a meeting.

God bless your poor legs , please.

Kokushibo is the type of person to be angry but i a quiet way so you didn't see this coming.

Your legs were trembling as you were barely steady on the table you were bent over , your head hurt from your hair being held in a fist for a few hours already , your everything hurt , but it was overshadowed by the pleasure that Kokushibos every thrust delivered to you , the fiction of his dick inside of you was sickingly good. As you felt the familiar knot in your stomach making your legs shake even more. Kokushibo harshly tugged on your hair making you snap back into reality.

– "You're not allowed to cum yet , stupid slut."

Kokushibo didn't enjoy saying the words mostly to his lover , he wasn't a big fan of degrading his partner like that , but you made him so ... so mad that it was just unbearable.

He kept thrusting into you in an insane pace. His hand moved from your thigh to your dick starting to slightly stroke it , teasing your oversensitive body , you try to hold back your urge as you bit down on your trembling hand , almost biting through the soft tender skin of it. It just felt so good.

– " Gosh .. please ... please K-kokushibo .. please."

You let out through your muffled whimpers. Kokushibo only frowned at your sounds and tightened his grip on your hair.

– "Cease your pathetic cries , you imbecile ."

He groaned out.

Kokushibo felt like he was close to his release so he made the pace so much faster making him lean over your body, now movings his hand from your hair to the table to keep steady.

He was also pumping your cock faster making you even more desperate.

As Kokushibo delivered the last two thrusts you could feel a sensation rolling over you , you were breathing heavily unlike Kokushibo who was more steady with it. He slowly took out as he leaned over you slightly rubbing your back.

– "I told you to keep quiet."

Im obsessed with writing for Kokushibo , i love him.

SRRY THIS IS SHORT !

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