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ch3rriiii-bunn · 11 months

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Being a maid in the house of kokushibo and yoriichi and serve them nicely. (yk what i meant 18+. Also female bodied reader)

Personal maid <3

GOD THIS PICTURE LMFAOOO also I'm using human kokushibo (michikatsu) for this if they have a maid to themselves

Part two: Here!!!

Warnings: Fem!reader, reader is a maid, human kokushibo (michikatsu), hard dom michikatsu, pleasure dom yoriichi, cum, humiliation kink(?), spanking, rough fucking, choking, mention of 3some

Michikatsu

Michikatsu, who takes joy in having you, the Tsugikuni twins personal maid to satisfy his needs after a long day of being a samurai.

Michikatsu who approached you directly on what to expect, being his and his brothers personal maid, even if their father informed you already. He's not as affectionate, but he makes sure to get to know you and what you're comfortable so you and him can do things smoothly without trouble.

Michikatsu who trained your throat so you know how to suck his cock right when he gets home from a hard day. When he comes out the shower and sits in front of you, man spreading, you already know what to do.

Michikatsu feels the most relived after cumming from oral. Your lips wrapped around his tip and sucking it, bobbing your head and your hand jerking him off is rhythm. "That's it" he groans letting his head fall back and grabbing a fist full of your hair "I'm going to cum, make sure to swallow it all. Don't let a single drop leak out to get me dirty after I use showerd, " he said and pushes your head down to take more of his cock.

Michikatsu, who gave you rules on what to do for him. One of them is not wear panties under your kimono, that way it makes easier for him to fuck you when he gets home. Whenever he walks by you around the house, he'll grab your ass to check, but if he grabs your ass and he feels you've got panties on, he'll punish you afterward.

Michikatsu, who bends you over lap, lifting your kimono to expose your ass and spanks you, making you count out loud. "I'm sorry master! I'm sorry, " you whine, hugging his musclar thigh, feeling the stings from each of his spanks. "Are you really? This is the 5th time you've disobeyed me." he said, moving your panties to the side and chuckles, "but you like being a brat just so I can punish you. Just look at this mess" he said as his fingers played with your leaking pussy. He wasnt wrong though, you did like it, almost love even.

Michikatsu who fucks you rough to relief him of stress. He fuck you in missionary to have the most control and having his hand always makes it up to your throat, squeezing it. "Is this too tight?" He'll always ask while fucking you hard, making his skin clap agiants your and all you could do is shake your head, holding onto his wrist while you let out breaking moans. "Too dumb on my cock to answer with words mm. But I like that face. I can't help but think you're always this excited for me to fuck you like a stupid whore"

Michikatsu, who's good with his pull out game. Just when he's about to cum hell pull out, cumming on your pussy, in your mouth or if he's in a good mood and you've cum on his cock like your told too then he'll cum inside you.

Michikatsu's aftercare is always a "thank you" or a "good job." He's not the best with comforting words, but he always asks if you're ok physically and mentally after sex. If you say you're fine to head to the bath by yourself after a rough fucking session he will carry you to the bath and he makes sure you've gotten to your room safely.

Yoriichi

Yoriichi is calm. More clam than his twin, but you underestimated his sex drive just because of how calm he is. After coming back home from God, he knows where he'll always come back, wanting to have you all to himself, even if it ment bumping heads with his twin with needing you more.

Yoriichi, who isn't afraid to play with you in public and eats your pussy for his own pleasure. He has you up against the wall. His head between your legs, licking and sucking on your clit with his fingers deep inside you. "M-master yoriichi, please," you whispered as your hand griped onto his hair. "A samurai could turn around this corner any minute- f-fuck" you cover your mouth to surpress your moans. He only moans in response on your clit while stroking his hard cock.

Yoriichi who likes to over stimulate your clit by trying to make you cum as many times as he can. When is he done making you cum from his tounge he'll rub his tip on your clit. "So pretty. You're leaking so much for me..." he said, slipping his tip between your wet folds, catching your slick, and pushing onto his tip inside your hole, in and completely out.

Yoriichi, who can't help but smile when you beg for him. "I'm sorry, I've been making you cum so much you've had nothing to clench on. Here you go" he whispers in your ear and moans once he's slides inside you slowly. "You're so tight. Don't hide your pretty moans from me. Let me hear you when you cum for me."

Yoriichi likes to fuck you in missionary but its different from how michikatsu would do. He always makes sure to put a pillow underneath your lower body to penetrate you deeper than normal and make it more pleasurable for you. "M-master, please~ oh gosh. I'm suppose to be taking care of you here" you moan out, yoriichi slamming into you roughly and him leaning forward to suck on your nipples "you're doing more then enough to help me, haa soo good for me. Seeing you like this and your pussy squeezing me from how good it feels is enough for me."

Yoriichi who likes to press his hand down gently on your abdomen gently when you let him know you're close. "Squirt for me. I know you can do it, you're such a good girl" he said and kisses your jawline "your getting so wet for me" his free hand starts to rub at your clit "ill fill you up just how you like it if you squirt on my cock"

Yoriichi is very wholesome with the aftercare to you. After a bath, he gives you a massage in your room, making sure you're not tensed or hurt anywhere. Sometimes, yoriichi will sleep in your room since he does like the comfort you give him

Bonus

During a samurai meeting, the Tsugikuni twins would often sit in the far back request their personal maid to sit between them after you've brought them tea. Their father found it foolish how clingy they've become to you but always brushed it off.

Yoriichi is the frist to make a move by grabbing your thigh and slowly grabbing the inner part of your thigh. You keep your head straight along with the twist yet your body heating up once you feel Yoriichi fingers brush on your pussy and then michikatsu starting to grab at your ass.

Yoriichi gets his fingers to start rubbing your clit in circles through your panties making you bite down on your lip to not make a sound while the meeting is going on. You wiggle slightly making michikatsu chuckle lowly while he moves his hand from your ass.

Michikatsu puts two fingers in his mouth to lubricant them without anyone noticing and leans closer to your ear "don't a sound" he said parting your thighs open more to slide his fingers in making you gasp and quickly covering your mouth. "Shhh, not so loud now. We don't want to be found out" yoriichi whispered and moaned in your ear "I can feel your clit throbbing for us already" he said as his other hand cups your boob and playing with your hard nipple through your kimono with his fingers.

Michikatsu smirks and finger fucks you faster, hearing the sounds of your wet pussy and watches you cover your mouth desperately to hide your moans. "Be of service to us and stroke our cock" he said and your hands reach over, exposing your cocks and beginning to jerk them off.

Yoriichi's head falls onto your shoulder as he felt your warm hard wrapped around his cock and rubs your clit faster. Michikatsu bites your ear softly "fuck you're being so good" his voices became raspy trying to stay quiet himself. "If you cum for us you'll get two cocks stuffed I'm you as a reward. How dose that sound, y/n?"

"I-id love that," you whispered back. "I'll be a good girl, don't worry~"

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mrskokushibo · 1 year

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Beg !!!

Kokushibo x Fem!Reader one shot

NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I

Synopsis: Upper Moon One is your lover and you wronged him.... He is angry and you deserve what is coming to you... Are you scared yet?

Warning: This whole scenario is a smut. Violence. Anal. Oral. Penetration. Dom!Kokushibo. Blood (only a little bit). Orgasm denial. Rough sex as punishment. Yandere. Biting. Degradation. Begging. Forced submission. Very explicit content, so beware or.... enjoy.

Word count: 1702

This fic has a sequel now: Forgiveness

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Footsteps echoed in the large hallway. It was him. In just a moment he would enter the chamber. You longed for him, craved him. The knot in your underbelly was now pressing unbearably, all you wanted was to feel his thick length inside you.

But today was different, there was also the terrible lump in your throat, fighting for your attention. What you did was wrong, so terribly wrong… But then again, Kokushibo promised to be back within a week. Weeks went by with no news other than the occasional report that came to Muzan, passed on to you.

And then there was the party, to welcome the young, new upper moon. He was tall with the most perfect physique. His hair was long and almost white and then those sparkling eyes….in all colours of the rainbow. His charisma and charm were overwhelming. In such stark contrast to the dirt, he whispered in your ear by the end of the evening. You could not resist, could anyone? If it was not so wrong it would have been worth it, he was beyond experienced too. The memory of the things he did to you made you blush even now, even though the fear of your approaching lover was gripping you in an ever-tightening vice.

Kokushibo entered the room, without a word put aside his katana, and walked up to you, his eyes glaring at you with a look you have never seen before. You should have fallen to the ground, begged for forgiveness, and apologise, but as silly and stunned as you were, you simply stood up and smiled awkwardly.

``Welcome back, Kokushibo-sama´´.

You felt so uneasy and stupid, but it was now too late to correct this behaviour. Because without uttering a word, he grabbed you by the back of your neck, claws digging into the delicate skin, and pushed you down to the ground, until you were where you should have been from the start: on your knees.

His lip twitched slightly and he bared his fangs in a condescending grin.

``You betrayed me, whore. I thought you were better than to fuck around while I am away. You will pay for this and by the end of it you will be begging me to stop´´.

The look in his eyes was growing more and more terrifying. There was lust, but also something cold and cruel, you only saw this once before… when he was fighting his enemies. A shiver ran down your spine.

`´Is he really going to kill me? ´´ you thought.

Sure, he spared the young upper moon, but only because Muzan intervened. The youngster was obviously valuable to him. This angered Kokushibo even more than your betrayal. But why would he spare you? You were replaceable, only made his lover because of your looks and charm. He could have anyone he pleased… He could now smell your fear, it surged through his senses like a powerful stimulant, it was awakening his aggression and sending it to new heightened levels.

``Do you think I am going to kill you, hm? That would be too easy on you. I still want you around to please me. So no, I shall spare your life, but after tonight you will learn your place´´.

In complete silence, he untied his hakama and revealed his enormous member, already erect, with precum dripping down the shaft. Normally, you would start your usual routine of sucking and licking, but this time you did not even have time to react before his hand twisted your hair in a tight grip and yanked your head forward toward his cock.

``Open your mouth´´ he commanded in a voice so hoarse and deep that despite the overwhelming fear, you felt your juices run down your thigh.

Like a puppet you obeyed and with one brutal move, he shoved the entire length of his cock into your throat. He groaned and started pumping at a relentless tempo. His spare hand was now gripping your throat, while the other was holding a firm grip on the back of your head with your hair tied around his thick wrist. You could barely breathe now, being basically on the verge of fainting. You were seeing stars but for all the wrong reasons. Eventually, you felt his cock grow and within seconds he came deep inside your throat, his orgasm accompanied by a powerful thrust. He kept on pumping, letting all his seed come out properly until pulling out. You slumped on the ground like a ragdoll. Spit and semen dropped out of your ruined mouth.

Without a word, he grabbed you under one of your arms and dragged you to the futon. With ease, possessing such unearthly strength, he tossed you onto the mattress. You were now on your back with him towering over you. With one quick move, he ripped your clothes off exposing your naked body to the beast that he was quickly turning into.

He then removed his kimono. As always, you gasped at the sight of his magnificent, perfectly toned strong body. His black hair clinging to his sweaty chest in unruly locks.

His long, sinewy, and clawed fingers started to trace your folds, spreading them and rubbing slightly. You were wet and needy. A moan left your lips when he parted your folds fully and pressed one of his fingers against your clit. His movement was lewd and lazy. He positioned himself between your legs and in an unkind manner kicked them to the side to make more room for himself. Once again, without a warning, he thrust his cock inside you with one quick move. This time it was your cunt he started abusing. The initial pain quickly dissipated into indescribable pleasure as his full length and girth were hitting all the right spots. Your moans were growing louder, but just as you were nearing your release, he pulled out.

``Do you think I am here to please you, bitch? Do you?´´

He almost hissed into your ear, his weight crushing you under him and leaving you gasping for air. His lips traced down your neck, bared fangs grazing along, leaving marks.

He raised himself up to hover over you and his eyes grew darker. He grinned as he lifted himself off you completely, he was now kneeling between your legs. Very quickly, his huge arms, wrapped around your ass and waist flipped you on your belly. He moved closer to you spreading your legs with his rough hips and thighs. You were aching to come, to make love to him, to feel pleasure, but you did not even dare to think the thought anymore.

``Please, Master, I am so sorry, I really did not mean…´´.

You could not finish your sentence because a large hand firmly covered your mouth.

``Shut up! You will speak when I tell you to speak´´ he growled.

He was now rubbing his hard cock on your folds, only to coat himself with your juices. Once he thought the lubrication was sufficient (for him, but not for you), he stretched your ass with one hand and positioned the tip of his cock on your asshole.

You were truly terrified, `` he would not, would he? `` Sure, the two of you had the occasional anal sex, but he was always gentle, there was sufficient foreplay and extra lubricant. But this? This meant one thing: pain. And the pain you would receive; because as roughly as he handled your mouth and cunt, he now did the same to your ass.

The scream that left your lips was animalistic to say the least. The pain was agonising, but your reaction only seemed to arouse him even more. He leaned down over you and sank his sharp fangs into your back, drawing blood. He was thrusting at a fast and brutal tempo, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin reminded more of a satanic chant than lovemaking.

The force of his thrusts was sending you forward as you tried to hold on to the sheets as best as you could. At this point, tears were rolling down your cheeks and you felt like you were sinking into a dark haze of pain and hopelessness, but also, as sick as it was:....lust.... After what felt like an eternity, he finally released himself in you. Maybe this was finally the end of it, of the punishment.. Maybe now you would get to ease your pent up desire.... But no.

He was now sitting on the futon, his legs spread, his cock already semi erect and his scarred chest glistening with sweat, all the while you were curled up on your side, marked and destroyed. The sheets were stained with cum and blood. But he didn´t let you rest.

His powerful arms pulled you up to a kneeling position in front of him. He gripped your face and moved his close to yours. He was about to kiss you, that would be a relief. But then.. you looked into his eyes and realised, that the cold and cruel fire was still there. So indeed, he kissed you, but this was not a kiss of affection, it was the kiss of possessive power. His long demon tongue was deep in your throat, suffocating you and making you gag. His fangs bit your lip. He pulled away and looked at you.

``Now you will beg me for mercy, for forgiveness. You deserve everything that I am choosing to do to you.´´

He tightened his grip on you.

``So now, slut: BEG! ´´

His deep voice was teasing your insides, stirring up fear and arousal all the same.

`` I am so sorry, Master. I have been stupid, ungrateful. I know that I do not deserve your mercy, but I beg you to stop the punishment, to stop my suffering. I will do anything. Please Master, I beg you for your mercy``.

The look in his eyes softened slightly, the cold rage subsiding, but the savage lust-filled darkness was still there, merciless and wild.

`` I accept your apology, but I´m afraid that there is only one way for you to make your apology mean something``

With one powerful movement, using only one of his arms, he shoved your head into his lap, once again growling his command

``open your mouth´´

and once again he shoved his now fully erect cock into your mouth.

``I am only getting started with you, this will be your lesson to not ever wrong me like this again´´.

And the night was only young…

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This is my very first o/c fanfic. I scribbled it down while working on a longer story.. I hope this wasn't too violent 😅.. My main o/c project is more fluff/nsfw with a very romantic Koku 😍 and I can't wait to share it with you soon 😊.

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muzansfangs · 1 year

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Guilty pleasure.

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

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

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

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

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THE AGREEMENT.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A contract?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry, what?” you breathed out.

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

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

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

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kokushiboublackgf · 10 months

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Home at Last

Warnings & Notes: Smut, MDNI, AFAB reader, wrote this while high off an edible lol.

Michikatsu sighs tiredly as he steps into the estate with his dirty uniform paying no mind to the servants that bow as he walks past them or ask if he wants to be treated to a bath. He makes his way to his wife’s room and sees you reading. You look up at him with a small look of surprise at this face because you hadn’t expected him to come home earlier than expected and his dirty and bloody uniform would be something you would never get used to.

As he starts taking off his uniform and revealing his perfect muscled body your breath hitches. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen him naked, you’ll never get used to his sculpted body. He turns to look at you as he starts untying his hakama pants.

“Strip” he says lowly. Your eyes widen a bit and you blink before you smirk. Michikatusu likes to do four things when he comes home from a mission, and those are fucking you, bathing, eating and then sleeping. You suspect that the stress of being a former samurai and current hashira, as well as the time spent away from you during these missions causes his lust to go through the roof.

You start taking your kimono off and crawl over to the futon, shaking your hips side to side, excited for what’s to come next. He wastes no time pushing you further into the futon so that your upper body rests on the sheets, while he holds your lower half of the body up by your waist. He presses his nose into your pussy and breathes in your scent. You gasp and giggle.

Dragging his nose up and down your pussy he spreads your ass cheeks apart to gain more access. When he starts licking and sucking you feel yourself squirming and moaning. The more you moan the more pressure he starts to apply to that area.

“Please let me have more” you whisper breathily. You’re rewarded with a slap on your ass cheek which makes you squeak.

“Be patient” he grumbles as he rubs his fingers across your slit and toys with your clit. He then starts fingering you softly which makes you moan and move your hips further onto his fingers, to feel more of it. When he moves his finger away you whine.

“Stop your whining you’ll get what you want dear” he says with a smirk on his face while he strokes himself with some of your juices and his pre-cum. Pressing himself closer to your back, he leans to your ear and bites your earlobe softly.

“Are you ready? You have no idea how much I’ve missed you my dear wife” he mumbles into your ear. You hum and move your head to the side to press a needy kiss to his lips. When he moves away he rubs the head of his cock against your slit and little by little presses it into your hole before easing in with a deep groan. You grip the sheet and curse.

Michikatsu starts moving his hips back and forth while gripping your hips. The feeling of him deep in you makes your eyes lidded and has you letting out whines and soft moans. Despite how full you feel, you still feel like you need more. As Michikatsu moves his hips back and forth, you move your hips back to match his speed and movement. Soon enough the room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and moans coming from the both of you.

You can feel yourself reaching a climax and the feeling of your body reaching its orgasmic heights, and Michikatsu’s cock still moving within you has you letting out a blissful cry while gripping the sheets. Michikatsu grips your hips tighter and curses when he feels you tighten around him and orgasm and soon enough he’s spilling into you.

He sighs and breathes deeply in and out before he slowly pulls out of you. Sitting on his knees he helps you turn over on his back softly and massages your legs. He spreads them apart and licks your cunt softly, not minding the combination of both of your fluids being on his tongue. You softly push his head away with a small laugh.

“Hey now that’s enough” you chuckle tiredly. He lays on top of you softly and kisses your lips passionately before giving you a soft kiss.

“I’ve missed you a lot” he mumbles into your hair. You hum and wrap your arms around him, savoring the feeling of your naked and sweaty bodies pressed against each other. It’s true that his status as a hashira means that he’s away a lot and for long periods too. So any time he returns home is time meant to be spent with one another.

“Missed you too” you reply while running your hands through his long black hair. “Why don’t we relax a bit and then do another round? You have it in you right?”

He chuckles before pulling away and placing his arms next to your head, smirking at you.

“Of course I do.”

#kny #demon slayer x reader #michikatsu x reader #black fanfic writer #demon slayer fanfic writer #kny x reader smut #kny smut #michikatsu tsugikuni #kny michikatsu #kokushibo x reader #why do i always write smut when i'm high #i didn't proofread this

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forsworned · 8 months

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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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ladykibutsuji · 10 months

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“ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ”

☆ Yoriichi x Reader ☆

‼️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ‼️

WARNING: SEX, CHEATING, MATURE CONTENT

° I do not support these actions in real life, Everything I mentioned is only for a Fictional story.

° I also do not own the dividers and picture used, A friend suggested it.

[MODERN AU]

° You are the Fiancé of Michikatsu Tsugikuni, The eldest of a Well-known family. . And one of Japan's most successful Entrepreneur.

Michikatsu Tsugikuni treated you like a queen, he would spoil you with the most expensive jewelries and bags while pampering you with love and kisses.

Not to mention, Aside from being treated like a Queen he treated you as his 'Little plaything' In bed, He was an absolute beast making you see stars with each thrust he does.

For you it felt like you were living in heaven, Being taken care of properly with the right amount of love and affection. Unfortunately not all good things last forever

For the past few weeks, you noticed Michikatsu's odd behavior such as distancing himself from you, Facing the opposite side of your shared bed refusing to even touch you or look at you, Being more often out of town, and Being too close to his Secretary.

Everytime you would visit his work place, You can see the looks he exchanged with his Secretary yet. . You couldn't bring yourself to blame him because you are indeed out of the secretary's league

She had a long wavy blonde hair with a pretty pair of 'blue eyes' that looks like the ocean itself, The uniform given to her was tight and small so it exposed her perfect hour-glass body, She was pale and Tall almost reaching Michikatsu's height. Just mentioning all of these made you insecure about yourself.

Today was your anniversary with Michikatsu and You wanted to surprise your Fiancé so you book a reservation at a Exclusive Restaurant.

Michikatsu promised to be home before 9:00 so you started getting ready at 6:00.

TIMESKIP

8:40 PM

You are already done with your make up and hair so you decided to put on your Dress, it was a sleeveless midi long velvet purple dress with side slit.

You choosed this purple dress since purple was one of Michikatsu's favorite colours.

You then sprayed your Dior perfume all over yourself and grabbed your purse, You then walked towards the mirror and observed yourself to see if everything is alright.

"Alright! I'm all ready" You spoke to yourself and quickly went downstairs to wait for Michikatsu.

9:40 PM

You are currently sitting in a big comfy white couch while scrolling through Tumblr. the time on top of your phone screen caught your attention and you noticed the It was already 9:40 and Michikatsu still haven't arrive.

Your hope in michikatsu was fading but you still choosed to not listen to your fading hope.

maybe he's just late

BUZZ

A notification was heard from your phone and you quickly went to check it hoping it was michikatsu.

[Y/N] 8:39

Hello! I miss you so much, goodluck at your work!

[Y/N] 8:45

Oh btw, choose a color.. violet or purple?

[Y/N] 8:50

I thought you will be home before 9 😭

[Y/N] 9:00

I love you 😗

[Michikatsu] 9:41

Sorry, I couldn't reply to you earlier I was busy.

[Y/N] 9:41

That's fine! Are you on your way home yet? ^^

[Michikatsu] 9:45

I know I promised to be home before 9 but it didn't go as planned.

I have to attend a important business party.

I'll be off now I still have a lot to do.

Stay safe my lovey

[Y/N] 9:45

Oh..

'Liar' you muttered under your breath.

You felt sad and angry at the same time since michikatsu kept on breaking his promises though you tried to understand his situation

A notification was heard from your phone again and you decided to check the notification. . It was a notification from michikatsu's latest post on Instagram

You clicked on the Instagram notification and saw that it was a group picture of michikatsu and his colleagues. His Secretary was standing too close to him holding his arm while he was holding a glass of wine. They were even matching clothes, both in purple huh?

pathetic.

It was pathetic that you are overthinking right now just because of this.

You didn't want to feel miserable so you decided to distract yourself by drinking champagne, You walked over to the refrigerator and found a few champagne you kept before.

'Looks like it's a date for me and myself."

7 bottles down.

You were a crying mess and your vision turned blurry because of the continuous tears dropping thinking about where did you go wrong for Michikatsu to choose her over YOU.

'Am I not pretty enough?', The negative thoughts won't leave your head as you tried to fight the thoughts away however it was useless.

You're useless for him

RING RING

You could hear the doorbell rang and your eyes lit up thinking it was michikatsu at the door.

You rushed to the door and as soon as you opened it you saw yoriichi Your fiancé standing at the gates.

Your vision was blurry but you can tell that it was michikatsu it's not

"Michikatsu! I knew you would return!" You said excitedly as you unlocked the gates, hugging him as soon as he stepped a foot in the Estate.

"Y/N? I'm not michikatsu." You completely ignored the dude refusing to accept that he wasn't michikatsu. "Your jokes are silly" you giggled playfully.

Yoriichi stared at you with a concerned look and he noticed that you smell like alcohol, "Have you been drinking?" He asked.

"no~" you denied, before he could say anything you dragged his arms with you going back inside Michikatsu's Estate "it's cold here Hun, let's go inside!"

Yoriichi was seating in the couch at the living room while you were sat besides him blabbing non-stop about your 'overthinking'

"I shouldn't have introduced you to him if I know this would happened." He said bringing himself closer to you and placing a hand on your chin.

Yoriichi was your childhood friend, you have been friends since elementary and he was the one to introduce his older brother michikatsu to you.

Introducing His Older brother to you was his greatest mistake

"eh?" Before you could even react to the situation yoriichi pulled you in for a kiss.

You melted into the kiss, it was so passionate. His kiss was full of love, it was the kind of kiss you seek for.

The younger tsugikuni was indeed the better kisser.

He then pulled away from the kiss leaving you in surprise and shock.

"Y/N, please give me a chance." Yoriichi then gently grabbed your other hand, placing it on his chest.

"I swear, I'll be better than my older brother."

Yoriichi knew that you were drunk and he took advantaged of this, He was too tired of always playing as the 'Good Guy'

After all, Good guys always finish last.

He wasn't going to let it happened again, The Gods gave him another chance to fix his mistake and he definitely won't waste it.

You were still drunk and couldn't think properly, You couldn't believe what Yoriichi was saying "I can't, michikatsu is—"

You then remembered what Michikatsu did. He was messing around with other women isn't he? so why not play his 'little game'

Play the game or get played.

'it's time for a change isn't it? Fine. I'll play your game michikatsu.'

"Let's take this in the room." You said as you pulled yoriichi to your shared room with Michikatsu

As soon as you reached the room, yoriichi locked the door behind him and he carried your body placing you onto the bed you shared with Michikatsu.

The same bed where you promised to love each other through life and death.

He then captured your lips owning them and making them his. His tongue then licked your lower lip asking for permission to enter your Mouth to which you granted him access to. While fighting for dominance yoriichi started to pull your purple dress down while undoing your bra as you melt deeper into the kiss. As expected yoriichi dominated you and he freely explored the walls of your mouth as you helplessly let him explore you. He then pulled away from the kiss leaving a string of saliva, he then licked your mouth to cut the string.

Since yoriichi pulled down your dress and undid your bra earlier you are now only in your panties, he eyed you down and smirked as his hand freely roamed around your body, tracing your curves and playing with your nipples. Feeling his warm touch upon your skin made you shiver in ecstasy.

"Your body must be heaven's gift." he said as he started undoing his belt and soon as he lowered his pants Yoriichi's big veiny cock was on display. You gulped at the size of his cock it was even bigger than what you imagined and not to mention his size was definitely way bigger than his older brother's.

Could this even fit?

"Suck" He demanded, you gave onto his orders and you slowly stroked his huge cock. His cock was warm, yoriichi's cock then twitched in the air as you continued stroking his member.

You moved both your hands up and down, back and forth, jerking yoriichi off at a nice and steady pace before fully taking him on with your mouth.

"Oh fuck y/n.." Yoriichi moaned softly as he shivered from her touch, Yoriichi's arousal was rising quickly and he got impatient so he gripped onto your hair and shoving you onto his Dick

"Sorry, I'm getting a bit impatient here. Open your mouth" he ordered you to open your mouth to which you obeyed immediately, he then pushed his cock all the way down to your throat causing you to gagged at the sudden action.

He was still gripping on your hair as you started to suck him off, Licking his member up and down while stroking the part that was out of your reach.

"N-ngh~ Good girl just like that" yoriichi was moaning in pleasure while you were giving him a blowjob, with each seconds flew by he was getting closer to his climax.

"Keep moving, I'm getting closer" He moaned , as you enjoyed the sounds he is making for his moans are music to your ears.

Yoriichi still kept a grip on Your hair as he reached his orgasm, pumping his salty cum into your mouth and all the way down to your throat. You gagged and couldn't properly breath at the quantity that he just released on your mouth not letting his seed escape from your mouth.

You swallowed all of the cum that was released onto your mouth and started panting trying to catch your breath while yoriichi smirked, he wasn't done with you

"What a good girl, you deserve a reward"

"Lay on your back" He commanded as you hesitantly layed on your back, he then spread your legs wide open and started rubbing your panties.

"Look, your panty is soaked." He then took your panty off and started to play with your clit, making you shiver at his actions.

"Tongue or fingers?" He asked, you then melted into embarrassment too shy to answer him but then again you are already doing it so you might aswell continue.

"tongue please." He gave you a nod as his warm wet tongue slid inside your pussy. you could feel his saliva mixing with your own wetness, You felt like crying out of ecstasy, His tongue hit your clit and you felt butterflies in your stomach. His tongue moved back down near your cunt, You squeezed the sheets "Y-yoriichi~ more please" you begged.

Yoriichi licked and sucked over and over again. your legs began to shake while moaning out his name "mphh~ Yes right there~"

His hot breath against her clit made her sensitive and shivered. Your pussy tasted delicious for yoriichi, he was enjoying every second he licked your cunt. The more you moan his name, the more he wanted to make you cum like a mess. He pressed his face more in between your shaking legs, sucking on your clit and tongue fucking your cunt. The harder he licked, the more you gain pleasure and suddenly yoriichi hit that 'one spot' making you cry out loudly in pleasure. "fuckk, yoriichi!" You moaned loudly. Yoriichi didn't stop tongue-fucking you as he is well aware that you are close to your orgasm and as expected within a few minutes a fresh splash of cum was all over his tongue and he swallowed it. Your cum is now his favorite dessert.

Yoriichi gave you a minute to catch your breath as he prepared his cock to enter your pussy, "Are you ready?"

You gave him a weak nod as he positioned himself Infront of your cunt. Yoriichi was slowly entering your pussy and it felt painful due to his size, yoriichi interwined his fingers with yours to support you as he placed a light kiss on your forehead muttering a 'You can do it my dear'

"It hurts!" You cried out, yoriichi wiped your tears away as he gave you a kiss on the side of your lips "You can do it my love, just a bit more."

Yoriichi's cock finally entered your pussy as you are still grunting in pain trying to get used to his size, "Tell me when to move" yoriichi said as he tucked in some of the your hair behind your ears. His size was massive and this was the first time you had such a massive cock inside you. Sure michikatsu was big but yoriichi was even bigger compared to him!

You then gave him nod signaling him to move, he then started thrusting onto you while grunting "shit, I didn't expect you to be this tight", He then started picking up his pace going faster every second his heavy balls hitting you as the room was filled with your moans and yoriichi's grunts.

"you feel great y/n i-i can't get enough of you" yoriichi moaned, "Yori-" you were about to say something until yoriichi pulled you for a deep kiss, he then pulled away from the kiss saying "I love you Y/N"

You struggled to answer at first since yoriichi was hitting the perfect spot "I-i love you too yoriichi", With each hard thrust the both of you were close to having an orgasm, Having sex with your fiancé's younger brother was a fucked up decision but life is already fucked up anyways so what's the difference?

Atleast yoriichi knows how to be there for me in times of needs.

"I-I..ngh~" you moaned struggling to form a sentence from the pleasure so yoriichi answered for you "Close? Me too love." He expressed as he sped up slamming his gigantic cock onto your pussy walls completely destroying it.

You reached your orgasm moaning yoriichi's name out loud, Yoriichi was still aiming for his own orgasm so he was still slamming his hard cock onto your pussy.

When he finally reached his orgasm, he cummed inside of you which made you slightly moaned.

He then lay down besides you, the both of you are breathing heavily trying to catch your breath.

"that was amazing yoriichi." You praised him while he looked over to you giving you a smile "You did great aswell Y/N."

He gave you a kiss on the lips and you could feel him smirk against your lips.

You are no longer his older brother's

But his.

° That night, yoriichi helped you clean up yourself and he was the one who took care of the house while you are resting in your room.

He didn't want michikatsu to suspect a thing so he excused himself to leave early that morning before michikatsu returns and you said your goodbyes, kissing him on the lips before he left.

Michikatsu then returned that afternoon, immediately searching for you "My dear, I'm home!" He announced happily.

He expected you to hug him or greet him with a kiss but all he got was silence, he then went up to your shared bedroom and saw you sleeping peacefully. He never saw you sleep in the afternoon which was kind of odd but he figured that you just got busy earlier that day and went to take a rest.

He then sat beside your sleeping body as he tucked some of your H/C behind your ears 'You look as beautiful as the day I meet you.' he expressed while staring at you with eyes full of love and admiration.

You slowly woke up and you were greeted by a kiss on your cheek, you noticed that it was michikatsu, you didn't expect him to return today since he said he will be busy for the month.

"Dear, I have a surprise for you" He said, you gently yawned and rubbed your eyes still feeling your legs a bit sore from last night.

You responded in a sleepy voice "W-what is it?" He then chuckled at your expression, he finds it cute when you are sleepy.

"it seems that are too sleepy to even move so I'll carry you at my back c'mere" michikatsu said as he offered his back to you, you declined saying that you can walk yourself but he insisted so you just sighed in defeat and agreed to be carried on his back.

You find it odd on how he's being extra sweet today when he was literally cold towards you the past few weeks.

Did he got bored of his Secretary?

As you were getting closer to the destination your eyes got slightly hurt from the sunlight. So you closed your eyes in the mean time hoping that it would go away.

"look my dear, I bought you the car you always wanted." Michikatsu said as you slowly opened your eyes to see your dream car right right Infront of you

Your eyes widened at this and joy filled your body "Wh-what? You didn't have to! This must be expensive" he then chuckled "Don't worry about it my dear, this is just one of my gifts for your approaching birthday. I'm sorry if I got busy or cold towards you the past few weeks I just got stressed thinking about how to surprise you on your birthday and trying to finish all my works before your birthday so I could get a day-off for your birthday."

So that's why he was busy..but what about his Secretary?

"Also, my Cousin helped me with the all the gifts and planning hehe~" he said as he placed me down.

You tilted your head in confusion, which cousin? "who?"

"My Secretary"

Your eyes then widened when he answered your question, Did you misunderstood the situation? Or is he trying to fool you?

"she's your cousin? She doesn't look like you"

He then felt offended thinking that you thought of him as "ugly" compared to his female cousin, "I get that a lot."

He then showed you a childhood picture of him and his Secretary, you gently observed the picture and it was indeed the secretary you were jealous of.

"She also told me she's into girls so I didn't really bother introducing her to you because I'm afraid she might steal you from me" Michikatsu expressed with a sad face.

Wrong Move

This is why communication is important to avoid misunderstanding and such.

#demon slayer #fanfiction #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #lemon #smut #demon slayer yoriichi #kny yoriichi #yoriichi tsugikuni #yoriichi x reader #yandere yoriichi #michikatsu tsugikuni #michikatsu x reader

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kolyasupremanxy · 8 months

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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.

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

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

MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmm. Ngh!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nugh! H-Harder..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There's no time like the present."

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

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vraisetzen · 5 months

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𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 – 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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luxthestrange · 8 months

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KNY Incorrect quotes#51 Baby wants milk

Michikatsu: Aww!~ aren't they so sweet Brother? such cute little cheek*squishing your face*

Yoriichi*laughs* yes~, they have such a baby face~ *boops your nose*

Kakushi!Y/n: breastfeed me then 🤨

Michikatsu*smirks looking you*Oh?~

Yoriichi*Flustured,looking at you* i-i-

Kakushi!Y/n: googoo gaga b!txh 🤨

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ch3rriiii-bunn · 9 months

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Personal maid

Paring: Tsugikuni twins x fem!maid reader

Synopsis: This is kind of a part two to this where the Tsugikuni twins have a 3some with you but in the hot springs.

Content warning: double penetration, public sex, sub reader, human Kokushibo (Michikatsu is his human name and will be used in this), manhandling, size kink, finger fucking, squirting, rough sex, some aftercare in the end

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: Me changing up how my content looks because I always make a change to everything I do once in a while>>> anyways enjoy!

"Y/n you've been requested by the masters to bring their towels. They're in the hot springs," a co- worker maid said to you. "Really? But I was just about to make them dinner," you sighed. It seemed like they needed you for everything, but you knew it wasn't an actual need. Just an excuse to get you out of actually maid duties to see you. They treated you more like a secret lover from their father than a maid.

"It's alright. I'll prepare their dinner. They just asked for you. Almost demanding, really," your co-worker giggled and tapped your back. "Thank you so much. I'll repay you." You bowed and then took your apron to look more presentable as you head to the hot springs. As you approached the hot springs, you noticed something strange.

It was quieter. Usually, there'd be more samurai in there, bathing together, and the twins didn't mind being in there with them. You open the men's changing room and peek your head. No one was there. You could only hear faint voices from the hot springs and look through the see-through door and make out Yoriichi and Michikatsu figures in the water.

You raise your brow and then turn your head to the side to see their towels are right there in the slots along with their clothing. You grunt under your breath in annoyance, but take a breath to not show them any disrespect and do your duties as a personal maid for your masters. You picked up their towels, and the slide opened the door.

There was never a day were the Tsugikuni twins didn't look handsome, but walking in to see them rest their muclar arms on the rocks, their wet hair out of a ponytail covering their broad backs almost made you forget why you were really here. "Pardon me" you cleared your throat, almost stuttering your words "I've brought the towls you've requested for" you started to take slow steps to make sure you don't slip from the water on thr ground and then put their towels on the rocks next to them.

"Thank you, y/n. I would've asked the other maid to assist us, but I like it better when we have our personal maid with us," Michikatsu said. He knew exactly what he was doing. Michikatsu isn't much of a flirt, but when he wants you around, he's a flirt when he wants to be. In reality, he just proves your point that he called you for nonsense and just wanted to see you. "Since you are here, why don't you join us? The water is nice and warm," Yoriichi asked while holding his hand out to you.

The thought of them seeing you naked didn't phase you. It was being naked in the hots springs with them, especially both at once. "I'd love to," you giggled and fiddled with the ends on your kimono. "We won't bite. It's best you take a bath now before getting back to work, right? We are doing the same," Michikatsu said, looking at you over his shoulder. "You're right," you said and started to untie the belt around your kimono slowly.

"Are you nervous y/n? You've taken off your clothes in front of us before," Michikatsu said and watched you take off your clothes slowly as if you're trying to hide yourself. "But brother. She's never done it in front of both of us at the same time, " Yoriichi said, moving his hair behind his ear. "Excuse me. I'll go put my clothes in the changing room," you bowed quickly and rushed inside. Michikatsu and Yoriichi looked at each other and just chuckled at your cuteness.

You come back out with just a towel around you and watched as both their heads turned to look at you. "That was quick," Michikatsu said as his eyes scanned your body, almost like he could see through the towel covering your body. You slowly take it off and walk over, putting your towel on the rocks and putting your foot inside. Yoriichi took your hand and helped in you, and Michikatsu took your other hand doing the same and having a hand on your lower back.

You rest your body into the water, sitting between them and sighed. Your head was about to rest back onto the rocks until Yoriichi put his arm around you "you'll get a headache if you rest your head on something so hard" He said, inches away from your face. "Yes, you're right Master Yoriichi," you said and looked down at the water, feeling very flustered between them.

Michikatsu chuckled. "You're so obedient even when we treat you. You're welcome to call us by our first names right now since it's just us three together" Michikatsu said in a flirtatious way when he spoke to you and having his hand touch yours underneath the water. Nothing much was done further from that. Their touch was just innocent, and their musclar bodies closed you in between them.

It was silent for a moment. The only sounds that were made were the water waves every time you or the twins moved around and when they repositioned their hands on your body. "How long do you usually soak in for?" You break the silence to start a conversation, knowing that things would escalate further. "About 20 minutes." Yoriichi said as he leaned closer. "However, I want to soak longer with you," he whispers in your ear.

Your ear tingled from his breath on your ear lobe and his deep voice whispering in your ear. Yoriichi then takes his hand and places his fingers underneath your chin to turn your face towards him. "I see," you said with rested eyes and turned your whole body towards him in his hold. "I want to soak with you longer as well." Michikatsu sits up enough to grab at your hips.

"Michikatsu..." Your eyes turned away from Yoriichi and looked to the side when you felt Michikatsu grab your hips to pull your lower body back onto his crotch. You gasped softly when you feel his cock press on your ass. You felt it throbbing and felt it getting harder as he kept himself pressed there.

"What do you say y/n? Want to soak with us longer," Michikatsu asked and grinded himself on your ass. "Yes," you said, and as soon as you did, Yoriichi squished your cheeks together and pulled you into a deep kiss. You hum and put your hands on Yoriichi's chest. Your lips parted open as Yoriichi slipped his tongue inside your mouth, letting out a deep hum as his tongue tasted yours.

Michikatsu's hands move from your hips to your tits. His big hands cups each tit and began to massage them and chuckles as your nipples harden in his palm. "What if someone walked in right now and see what a slut you are for us" Michikatsu teases and brushes his lips on your nape. Yoriichi pulls his lips away and kisses your nose "brother is just teasing" he said as his other hand went into the water and found its your pussy.

"Yoriichi.." Your thighs rub together as his hand cups your pussy "we told all the samurai to take a bath before us and not come back for the night" Yoriichi said and uses his two middle fingers to rub your clit in circles. "Haah-" you moan and then bit your lip as your voice echoed "no one's going to hear you but us beautiful" Yoriichi said and continued to play with your clit with his thick fingers.

"Be as loud as you want. You tend to get loud when you're enjoying yourself." Michikatsu kisses your neck again and begins to suck on your skin hard while twisting and pulling on your hard nipples between his fingers. "Michikatsu, you always leave marks. Its hard to hide them," you whined and grind your hips forward on Yoriichi's fingers, "and you still love it." He chuckles as he watches your skin bruise, forming into hickeys.

"Lift her up, Yoriichi," Michikatsu said. You didn't have time to process his words when Yoriichi easily picked you up, out of the water and onto the rocks. "Open your legs," Michikatsu said as he stayed in the water, but Yoriichi lifted himself out to sit neck to you on the rocks. "Let us see your pretty holes," Yoriichi said as he kissed your cheek.

Michikatsu watches you open your legs, and then he sticks his fingers inside his own mouth, lubricating them with his salvia before rubbing it against your hole. Yoriichi's hands go back onto your clit but this time, sliding his thick fingers up and down between your folds before slipping them inside your soaked pussy. You moan at the feeling as his fingers begin to thrust inside you.

"Bare with me. It'll hurt, but I'll make the pain go away, " Michikatsu said as he kissed your inner thigh and slid a finger inside your hole. It was tight. Your torso flexes and you groan from the pain of your asshole being stretched by one finger but as Yoriichi's fingers curled inside your pussy, poking at your g-spot. Luckily Michikatsu's finger didn't hurt too bad since he lubricated his fingers with his salvia and Yoriichi fingering your pussy soon make the pain turn into pleasure.

Michikatsu groaned lowly as his cock twitched under the water as how tight your asshole is from just one finger. He fingers your ass slowly, moving his finger in and out to open you up more. Once you've adjusted to one finger, he leans closer to stick out his tongue, letting more of his saliva drool out to lubricant your hole and add a second finger. "I can feel you getting so wet and sticky from my fingers fucking your pussy" Yoriichi said and watches your mouth hang open with moans leaving your throat.

"If your pussy keeps getting this messy, brother won't have to keep using his saliva and dry out his mouth" Yoriichi said and starts to thrusts his fingers inside you faster. "Ohh~ S'too much. Haa~" your hips buck, and you clnech on Yoriichi's and Michikatsu's fingers. "Relax." Michikatsu grunts, "but you're loose enough." He said and forced a third finger inside your asshole and curled them to open you up more.

"You're doing so good. Just take our fingers alone." Yoriichi said, also adding a third finger inside your pussy. You gasped loudly and your hands pressed down onto the rocks to support your body, and your head fell back as you felt their fingers opening your gummy wet walls up and poking your g-spot at the same time. "M'gonma cum.." you whine and your thighs shut together as you squirt from your pussy.

They didn't stop until you were done squirting and then slowly pulled their fingers out of your holes. "Tired?" Michikatsu asked as Yoriichi jumped back into the water. "n-no." You answer and lift your head back up, feeling dizzy from the intense orgasm. "Good," he said and grabbed you by the hips and pulled you back into the water "Michikatsu please. Give me a minute so I can stand-" you tried to say, but he turns you around and picks you up by your legs and spreads you open, exposing yourself to yoriichi.

"Your pussy is just throbbing for me..." Yoriichi takes his cock and slides his vainy shaft through your folds and his tip poking your thobbing clit. You whimper at the feeling and your insides throb, begging for Yoriichi to put it in. "I'll go in first. Then I'll hold y/n so you can go after," He said to Michikatsu as he pushed his tip inside and then the rest of his thick length, making you moan in relief that your clenching on something bigger.

Once Yoriichi adjusted himself inside your gummy walls, Michikatsu passed you to Yoriichi like a rag doll. He couldn't wait anymore. He wanted to inside your ass so badly that when Yoriichi held your body in his arms with his cock still inside your pussy, Michikatsu smers his pre cum on his hole and then slowly pushes his length inside.

"Oh my g-god!" A high-pitched moans leaves your throat and you cling onto Yoriichi as Michikatsu's big cock pushed past your tight walls. "Ngh... still so tight. It doesn't hurt, right?" He asked as his hands cup at your ass to hold your body up with Yoriichi. "It doesn't~ S'just so much!" You slur your words, feeling so full, and you wiggle from the feeling. "Y/n, if you do that, I can't give you time to adjust," Yoriichi said as he grinded his hips with yours.

"It's okay~ just fuck me. Don't stop." You moan as you felt them hitting your deep spots with their slow yet hard thrust. "Feels good now?" Michikatsu purs in your ear and you bit your bottom lip, nodding to his question "So I can fuck you harder yeah?" He said and pulls back, almost all the way out and slams back into, making your body jerk forward.

You let out a loud moan. It echoed out, but you didn't care. You cared more about being rammed by these two, big handsome twins, then if anyone heard you. The water splashes violently as thrust their hips, smacking their skin with yours as they fuck you faster. Michikatsu smirked "This is your frist time getting fucked in the ass and you're loving it so much you can't stop moaning like a whore. A good- fuuck.. a good fucking whore" he bottoms out and starts pounding his cock in ass harder.

"Your pretty tits keep bouncing in front of me and all I can do is watch" Yoriichi moans as his hips snap faster, making his tip kiss your cervix as he fucks you balls deep "I want to suck on these nipples and feel you clench down on my cock. Haa~ but your pretty holes are already doing that when we tell you how good you're taking it," Yoriichi said.

You whimper at Yoriichi's words and look at him with your fucked out face and teary eyes. "Rub your clit~ beautiful. I know you can do it. We got you," Yoriichi said and you do as he says, letting a hand go off his shoulders to rub your clit and whimpering louder from the over simulation "good girl. Keep doing that until you cum. I love seeing you play with yourself when I fuck your pussy" Yoriichi's breaths became heavier and his moans grew louder, coming close to an orgasm.

"Michikatsu.. Yoriichi~" You moan their names repeatedly as your head falls back on Michikatsu's shoulder and your hand rubbing your clit faster in circles. "That's it. Go dumb on our cocks. Want us to cum inside you? Fill your holes up with out cum?" Michikatsu whimpered softly in your ear as his nails dig into your skin. "Yes.. yess yes!~" You cry out, begging for them to fill you up with your cum and then did just that seconds after.

Michikatsu wrapped his arms around your waist as he made a finally thrust and shoots his load deep inside your ass. Yoriichi made a couple more sloppy thrusts, pushing your thighs back as far as he could in his brothers hold and cums inside your pussy, moaning continuously until he rides out his orgasm. You scream in pleasure as your legs tremble in Yoriichi's hold, sqirting again but this time on his abdomen.

Michikatsu stays inside you for a second until he pulls out but still holds your body. Yoriichi kisses your tears and then your lips. "Are you okay?" He asked and slowly pulled out. You gasped when they pulled out and then felt their cum leaking out of you "I'm fine" you smile at Yoriichi. Michikatsu kisses your shoulders and then closes your thighs together to hold you vridal style.

You wrap your arms around Michikatsu's neck and give him a kiss on his lips. Before coming out of the hot springs, the twins made sure to clean you off and then bring you into the changing room with them. "Let's go eat. You should join us and have some food and tea after that," Michikatsu said, and Yoriichi helps you into your clothing. "Thank you. I'll definitely join you.

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mrskokushibo · 5 months

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

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NSFW I MDNI I 18+

Kokushibo x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

"You know I love you? Above everything."

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

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

"As you wish, my love."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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muzansfangs · 1 year

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Guilty pleasure.

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

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, loss of virginity, language, sugar daddy dynamics, age gap (Muzan is 35, reader is 21), vaginal sex, reference to cheating, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!muzan, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, light choking.

Plot: Kokushibo comes to pick you up and he helps you with the move. During the car ride, Muzan texts you and blatantly tells you that he intends to have sex with you that very night. You spend the day exploring your new house, interacting with the other two bodyguards, until Muzan finally joins you for dinner. He seems genuinely interested in you and your habits and, when he leads you to his bedroom, you can clearly tell he is definitely invested into exploring every inch of your body.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello, there!

I’ve finally been able to update the second part of this short series. I hope you’re going to enjoy the reading and thank you so much for the support you’re showing me! Make sure to read the first part, before you proceed in reading this one. Things are finally getting started down here ;). Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated!

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CORRUPTION.

“How’s Mr. Kibutsuji?” you asked, shooting an interrogative glance at Kokushibo through the rear-view mirror of the car. Time had really flown and, before you could mentally prepare yourself to the radical change in your life, it was already Sunday and you had just locked the front door of your apartment, pestered by uncertainties about your new busy schedule and, most likely, new life-style.

“He is a respectful, classy man, miss L/N” the driver flatly replied, not averting his eyes from the road. It was your third failed attempt to make a small conversation with the stolid man, who was most likely going to be your bodyguard as well. You had had the chance to read all the clauses of the contract and it did not seem unpleasing. Except for your lack of privacy, due to being followed and watched in every step you took by a potential serial killer.

If you had to spend hours in Kokushibo’s company, then you would have liked to know him better, at least.

You sighed and rested your forehead against the cold car window “Yeah, I know. – you said, batting your eyes close for a few seconds – Do you think we could ever be friends? I mean, you’re going to be my shadow for the rest of my life. It’s weird and I… Uhm, well, I’d like to feel comfortable around you” you said, opting for a blatant request.

You were spontaneous, honest, and best known for speaking your thoughts without fear, or remorse. You would have surely not changed your attitude for a contract. Plus, it was not like you were rude. You liked to think yourself free to say and do whatever you pleased. Well, at least, when you were safe from prying eyes.

It took a few seconds for Kokushibo to reply something, but eventually he did and a skeptical “As you wish, ma’am” left his lips.

You rolled your eyes, palming your forehead in defeat. It was a lost cause, was it not? Nevertherless, it was your second time interacting with him. There was still a dim hope of breaking through his detached heart.

“Y/N, call me Y/N” you breathed out, expecting some kind of reaction from the taciturn bodyguard. However, he kept his mouth shut and you realised that, perhaps, Kokushibo was not just a man of few words: he probably found it odd that ‘the boss’s fiancé’ wanted to strike up a conversation with him.

You were about to pest him again with another sapless question, when your phone buzzed. You thought it was one of your friends, or maybe your collegues from the small restaurant you worked in. Some of them were heartbroken, when you announced them you had to resign for personal reasons. You could only imagine their faces, when they would have seen your face on the newspapers as Muzan’s wife.

You had still not filled up anyone with the fresh news, chiefly because you were not sure about the outcome of this arranged relationship.

However, when you read the text, you wheezed and clasped your hand over your mouth not to draw Kokushibo’s attention. Funny how you had acted as an attention seeker for fifteen minutes straight and now you were practically ducking your head down not to let him see your reflection in the rear-view mirror. Two words. He had opted for two mere words and your world had stopped revolving.

MUZAN: Sex. Tonight.

Your heart thrummed in your chest as you had to reread the text over and over again to check if you had read it correct. You had exchanged numbers before you left his house and you expected him to text you, at least, once or twice in the past few days. Yet, he had not called or even sent you a trivial message. Nothing. You did not quite expect him to demand a sexual performance from you, out of the blue. You were totally in, of course you were. Muzan Kibutsuji was handsome as Hell, you had always drooled after him, whenever the daily reports showed pictures and videos of him, especially during a conference.

You had accepted the terms of the contract without blinking. Having a sexual intercourse with him was a pleasing activity.

The thing was you were a virgin. Well, you had only experience with giving oral. That was the furthest you had gone with your ex. You knew that sooner or later it would have happened and you were electrified by the idea of giving yourself to him. He was a famous womanizer, unfortunately, but he was surely someone who had plenty of experience and knew how to treat a woman in bed.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” you uttered under your breath, cheeks flushing up as you stared at the screen of your phone thunderstruck.

“What did you say, mi–… Y/N?” Kokushibo said, an ounce of concern and awkwardness echoing in his words. At the sound of your name leaving his lips, you squealed out in joy and almost forgot that fact that he had just heard you swearing. It did not matter anymore because he had just made progress, censuring himself even!

“Ah, yes! You got it, then! – you beamed, leaning forward until your chin almost rested over his shoulder – We’re going to be best buddies!” you said, watching how his hold on the steering wheel grew tighter. The tips of his ears were now tinted in a vivid shade of red and you chuckled, before sinking back onto your seat and texted a reply to Muzan.

You: I’d love that, Mr. Kibutsuji.

It did not take a lot for him to reply and, when he did, your breath hitched in your throat and you shoved your phone back into your bag.

Muzan: In a few hours, you’re going to forget how to properly sit for a week.

It was definitely going to be an unforgettable first day at the Kibutsuji manor.

♚

You expected to share the bedroom with Muzan. He had not mentioned that you could pick a guest room and sleep in there, until you felt comfortable enough to lay down next to him. You were taken aback, naturally, but you were glad he wanted you to settle down without any pressure. He was not imposing his authority on you, his presence in your life was not suffocating you… Yet.

He seemed a gentleman, but you barely knew him. What if things degenerated? You refused to believe it and all you focused on was the present and, as for now, he was not troubling you in any way.

Once you were finally done unpacking, Kokushibo told you he would have taken his leave to run an errand for Muzan and you were free to do whatever you pleased in the meanwhile.

“Wait, can I come with you? I… Well, I don’t want to be alone” you said, rubbing the back of your neck as you shot the most pleading glance at the man you had enjoyed annoying all day long.

Kokushibo quirked an eyebrow up “You are not alone, actually. – he simply replied, straightening his jacket – Douma and Akaza are in the basement. I can accompany you there…” the man said, folding his arms against his chest. Only then, when he flexed his arms, you noticed how muscular he actually was.

He had large shoulders, a broad chest and, most likely, a chiseled set of abs down his stomach. Well, damn, did Muzan really have to choose hot men as his bodyguards? Ignoring your dirty, inappropriate thought, you vigorously nodded your head and followed him down the corridor, hoping that the other two assassins were not as good-looking as Kokushibo. Your hopes, though, crushed down, when, hopping down from the elevator, you were met with two piercing golden eyes and fascinating multicolored hues.

The taller one, silvery hair and a malicious grin plastered over his face was the first one who spoke “Ah, there she is! I knew she was the perfect candidate for this job. Such a pity I could not ask her out…” he complained, discarding his phone on the counter of the bar area and strolling towards you.

He was magnetic, his smile so bright and malicious that could have enlighten the whole city during a blackout.

“Back off, Douma. – the short guy, sipping a glass of what you assumed to be cognac, hissed from the stool he was sitting on – Touch her and I’ll shoot you” he stated, slamming the shot onto the counter carelessly.

You let out a nervous laughter and flashed a thin-lipped smile at them, before greeting the rest of Muzan’s army “Akaza and Douma, right? Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N L/N” you introduced yourself, waving your hand at them sheepishly.

You wondered if Akaza really meant what he had said and your eyes betrayed your thoughts, making Douma sneer and grasp your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You could feel his breath fanning the tip of your nose, his slender frame towering over you as his half-lidded, mystical eyes scanned your face. He really did not know what personal space was, did he?

“Ah, look at you! Adorable, just adorable! Akaza loves to bully me, but he could never lay a finger on the second in command! Muzan-sama would kill him himself! – Douma chimed, tugging at your hand softly and leading you towards the bar – Now, now, let’s grab a glass of scotch and have a chit-chat, shall we?” he suggested, winking at you.

You had no idea of what to do and say. He seemed friendly, far way easier to talk to than Kokushibo, and, since they were going to be your protectors too, it was a good idea getting to know them better.

Before you could talk, Kokushibo’s deep voice pierced your ears and you both froze in your tracks “Take care of her. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes” he stated, glancing at the two men menacingly, before nodding your head in your direction and hastily leaving the basement.

You watched him leave, your stomach clenching, as you realised that you would have been able to see Muzan in a while. You were not nervous about the dinner, but you had to admit that the idea of undressing in front of him and moaning into his mouth was doing numbers on you.

What if he changed his mind because you had almost zero experience?

You sighed and Douma snaked his arm around your waist, leading you to the stool next to Akaza’s one. As you sat down, you swallowed the lump in your throat and propped your elbows on the counter, eyes transfixed on the crystal bottle of liquor in front of you.

“Can I have a glass of whatever it is, please?” you whispered, earning a chuckle from Douma.

“Bad day?” Akaza asked you, reaching his hand out to grab a glass and the bottle you had been staring at almost lustfully.

You shrugged and flicked your gaze up to meet his golden eyes “Kind of… – you breathed out, as he slided the now filled glass towards you on the polished surface of the counter – I’m not used to be treated like a princess. Everything’s great, don’t get me wrong. I guess it’ll take some time for me to adapt” you said, grasping the glass and dawning a small sip of the alcoholic drink. It burned down your throat and you took a deep breath not to cough up at their faces.

Akaza grinned and cocked his head to the side, his pink eyelashes contrasting with the shimmering hues beneath them “You know, I thought you were a bitch. That’s because Douma found you and he usually has bad tastes in women” he said, making you choke on yiur drink.

What?

You settled the glass back on the counter, eyes daggers on Akaza as he just giggled at your reaction. What did he mean by ‘Douma found you’? You knew that someone had clearly spied on you, you just were startled to find out it was the jovial silver-haired man who had welcomed you in the basement.

“Yeah, he’s stalked you for months!” he added, running his ringed fingers through his spiky hair.

Your head whipped, eyes finally locking with Douma’s ones, demanding at least an apology for having invaded your privacy “How many photographs of me have you taken?” you asked him, quirking an eyebrow up.

He smiled brightly at you and shrugged “Uhm… Probably over twothousand. You know, Muzan-sama became obsessed with you when I showed him the first picture of you I had taken!” he casually declared, as if it was not the creepiest thing to say to someone.

Muzan became obsessed with you?

You shivered, biting the insides of your cheeks in discomfort. How many things did he know about you? Why was he so obsessed with you, a common civilian who was trying to graduate and pay for her studies by working night-shifts at a restaurant?

“Tell me you have not broken into my house, at least” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Silence. Did he?

You gasped and clasped a hand over your mouth in shock and Douma jabbed his finger at Akaza accusingly “Hey, I was not alone! He came with me countless times!” he protested, earning a scornful look from the pink-haired guy.

“Sure I did! I was afraid you were going to follow her into the bathroom, you perv!” Akaza yelled, slamming his fist onto the counter and leaning towards him, despite you being in his way.

“Okay, okay! Stop it you two!” you interjected, blocking Akaza’s view on the taller man.

“See? You made Y/N-chan upset!” Douma rebuked Akaza, folding his arms against his chest and giving him an annoyed side-eye.

Well, they were hilarious. You were glad that two out of the three bodyguards were not as stiff as Kokushibo. They were amusing, even, and they had made the revelation about how you ended up in Muzan’s house less scary than it was. A politician could not be an saint and Muzan was surely far from being one.

Before you could open your mouth to say something, a feminine voice echoed from the entrance of the basement and you three switched your attention on the brunette woman staring at you.

She was probably a little bit older than you. Long, chocolate brown hair and crimson-red lipstick exalting her pale skin, she wore a black tailleur, the skirt being way too short though, and revealing a black, leather suspender with a sharp knife in it. She seemed lathal and she was absolutely beautiful, although you could barely see her eyes.

“Master Muzan’s waiting for you, miss L/N” she coldly said and you clumsily hopped down from the stool to walk towards the elevator not to piss her off. She did not seem like the type you would have messed with, plus you had never seen her before.

“Ah, Nakime-dono… – Douma suavely addressed her – I wondered where were you”.

You passed by her and she bowed her head at you “Enjoy your meal, ma’am. Nobody will disturb you and the Master tonight” she said and you felt a wave of cold sweat running down your back. Were you ready for it?

♚

You were sitting across from him. His plum red eyes boring into yours, as he watched you bringing the spoon to your mouth and repress a moan of pleasure, when the delicious rice met your yearning taste buds.

You had been talking about everything. He seemed eager to know everything about you. Your studies, what you would have loved to do after your graduation, your hobbies, your family. He found you fascinating, adorable.

“It looks like I’ve chosen something you like, doesn’t it? – he commented, a faint smile adorning his lips as you blushed and shyly nodded your head – You can ask the chef to cook whatever you please for lunch tomorrow” he added, clearing his throat.

Seriously?

You smiled at him and settled the silver spoon onto the now empty plate “Thank you so much, Muzan. I will try to pick something you can enjoy too!” you said softly.

He did not reply, he just stood up, consuming the five strides dividing you two in a nick of time and swiftly grasping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. It was time for him to claim you, was it not? Your cheeks seemed to burn under his intense gaze and firm touch and you mouth went suddenly dry.

“Come with me, baby” he whispered, after a few seconds. His hand left your chin, his fingertips grazing down the tender flesh of your neck, travelling down its length and stopping right above your cleavage.

You nodded your head and he wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling you up and closer to him. He leaned down, until his nose brushed against yours and you batted your eyes close in anticipation. You felt butterflies fluttering into your stomach and, by the time he swept you off of your feet and cradled you in his arms, you knew he had already won your heart.

You clung to him, feet dangling in the air as he led you to his majestic bedroom. He banged the door open, entering in and not caring about closing it behind you. When he dropped ruthlessly onto the bed, your eyes snapped open and you saw the lustful gaze he had trailed on you. The tent in his pants was prominent and you pushed yourself up on your elbows, biting on your lower lip nervously.

He smirked down at you unbuckling the belt with one hand “Take your clothes off. Now” he demanded, throwing it away and unzipping his pants.

“Yes, sir” you murmured, proceeding in kneeling on the bed to pull the simple pink dress you were wearing above your head. You felt his gaze on you, you felt it soaking in every curve of your body, searching for the proof that you were as excited as him. And he found it.

Your white virginal panties had an evident dump he did not fail to notice. You stared up at him and he pulled his shaft out of the tight fabric of his black boxers, giving it a few pumps. It was huge, it would have hurt like Hell and you gulped nervously as you hesitantly pulled your panties down your thighs, exposing your untouched flower at his vicious eyes.

“Fuck” he grunted, crawling over the bed and grasping you by your hips. You squirmed as he pushed you down onto the mattress, his fingers snatching the panties away from your ankles and discarding them somewhere behind him.

“S-Sir, please… Be gentle, I’m a virgin” you blurted out, earning a dumbfounded glance from the raven-haired man.

He could not believe his eyes. You, the young and lovely girl he was about to mark as his property was actually a virgin. He chuckled, parting your legs and grazing your chaste entrance with his pointer finger. You shuddered under his touch, your juices coating the pad of his digit as he slowly shoved it inside you.

You yelped, his other hand pushing your hips down to keep you in place “Your admission just made me feral. Are you under birth-control?” he huskily asked you, pumping the finger in and out of soaked, tight cunt.

You whined and nodded your head at him “Y-yes… Yes, I am, Master” you winced, as he deliberately decided to add another finger into you. He was loving every second of it, your moans music to his ears. He had even declined Nakime’s avances earlier. Something he was not used to, actually, and he had not even called Daki for the usual morning quickie in his office. Nothing, all because he wanted to focus on you. Only on you.

“Good. That’s good, love, because I’ll cum into you” he rasped, removing his fingers from your core and lining his shaft at your entrance. You held your breath, cheeks heating up even more at his words, as you boldly wrapped your legs around him.

He was still fully clothed and you were so lost into the depths of your mind that you had not realised it until now. Why was he fucking you like that? Was it his kink?

And with a quick, painful thrust he entered you. You let out a throaty moan, the pain, mixed with an unfamiliar pressure into your neather regions made your arch your back and grip the red bedsheets into your fists so tightly you thought they were going to rip into shreds.

Muzan grunted, his hand caressing your cheek lovingly to capture the tear you had shedded, before planting a kiss over your plumped lips. You relaxed, he stayed still for a few minutes, before he pulled out and thrusted back in gently. You moaned into his mouth, your hand, cupping his smooth cheek as you whispered a weak “Please, don’t stop” against his lips.

Muzan bit your lip softly, tugging at it to assert his authority on you “Hush, baby. Moan for me until I fill you up to the brim”.

You kissed him again, Muzan returning it as he started to pick up a faster pace. He thrusted into you, his mouth latching onto your collabone as he left a trail of wet kisses down it. You were his. You were going to fall for him, no matter how long it would have taken.

You were his doll, his precious baby, his goddess.

“A–Ah, Muzan… I-I think I’m close… It’s good, it’s so good” you breathed out then, as his hand grasped your throat and gave it a tight squeeze. You moaned, eyes rolling at the back of your skull, as your spongy walls clamped down his cock.

He growled, his hips rutting into you as he neared his climax and, just a few moments before he spurted his seed into you, you orgasmed around him. Muzan lowly moaned, burying his face onto the crook of your sweaty neck as he finished inside you. He stayed sheathed into you for a few minutes, before pulling out of your aching core and rolling over his back.

You could not believe what had just happened. You could not believe you had just slept with the next President, you could not believe he had come into you.

“You can sleep here, if you want” he casually said then, snapping you out of your stream of consciousness. He was not laying next to you anymore, he was on his feet and walking towards the private bathroom of his bedroom, undressing and leaving a trail of clothes behind him.

Well, what a first day it had been.

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