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mrskokushibo · 11 months

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A/N: This story is inspired by an Ask from the lovely @cursetopia ❤️ as well as my rp with Kokushibo involving an o/c I created. It is very au-ish and not my usual style. But let's see what you guys think. Next week I will be back with a "proper" smut: the requested Kokushibo x nun!reader- it will be dirrrrty 😁😁🔥

Synopsis: Kokushibo has an affair and it results in his mistress getting pregnant.

Warnings: SMUT. Oral. Vaginal penetration. Kokushibo x o/c.

Word count: 3832

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She was sitting peacefully with her eyes closed listening to the sounds of swords clashing coming from the courtyard. To her, it was the closest thing to music, being a seasoned warrior and a swordsman herself she could distinguish each different strike and parry by only listening to how the metal resonated upon contact. The force, the angle of attack, and the type of blow gave out a unique tone, not dissimilar to singing or an instrument, that created a unique musical score. This always triggered her senses to pick up a katana and join in the lethal dance.

She loved nothing more than to practice her sword techniques, but it brought her almost as much joy knowing, that her beloved child was learning from the same man that once taught her. A few deep breaths and she was done with her meditation. She stood up and straightened her exquisite kimono, it was black and adorned with red and purple dragonflies. The obi was golden with one single red dragonfly on one side. Slowly and quietly, she walked up toward the open shoji door and without getting noticed, leaned on the frame with her arms crossed, observing the two warriors training in the courtyard. The dimmed light from the lanterns illuminating the enclosed space was causing orange flashes to reflect on the metal of the blades, giving the sparring a resemblance to lightning flashes crashing at immense speeds.

They were magnificent to watch. The two Upper Moons, Kokushibo and her son, Hayate. Their technique was flawless, it was almost like a dance with both opponents striking and parrying with pre-calculated precision. They were such impressive men too, her son’s resemblance to Upper Moon One was striking: he had the same tall and massive build, and he also shared a similarly handsome face with six eyes, though these eyes were pale jade green, just like hers. He had long, thick unruly black hair with purple streaks, that he tied up in a half ponytail, with most of the glorious locks hanging down freely and cascading like a cape down his back.

But he was also so different from his father: where Kokushibo was stoic and reserved, with very few words to ever say to anyone, Hayate was playful and chatty and he was never far away from firing the most charming of smiles. His personality was mischief personified and he was so alike her in character that it often made her shake her head at his adventures. His popularity with the female demons was immense, but luckily the young man was also just as ambitious and focused as his father, so these types of adventures were relatively under control. Although, she did hear rumours about a few hearts getting broken thanks to Hayate. She knew all too well how that felt and secretly sympathised with the females. But she did not have much influence over his romantic choices, just as she did not have any control over his father’s …. If only things were different… she sighed, but quickly rejected the thought.

The two males stopped practicing and the younger threw his head back in laughter:

‘You are getting slow, father. A few more years and we will be swapping places’

His eyes sparkled as he sheathed his katana sticking it under the obi of his sober black outfit.

Kokushibo’s reaction was as expected, a shake of the head and a sigh

‘Son, you do not wish to change the hierarchy. It will cause uproar.’

His limited sense of humour was funny on its own and caused Hayate to often tease him almost to a breaking point. Throughout the years she always admired Kokushibo’s patience with the head-strong and energetic boy. She only wished that these moments together were more frequent, but this would not have been possible.

At the time that Hayate was conceived, Kokushibo already had a fiancée, a stunning Upper Moon demon, so her own existence had to quickly be hidden away. With the exception of Muzan, who needed to know everything that was happening at the Infinity Castle, and surprisingly Douma, who was more supportive of her than of the prudish Kokushibo in that specific instance. Her affair with Upper Moon One caused enough of a scandal and the presence of his pregnant mistress would simply be damaging to his reputation. So, together with Muzan, Kokushibo organised for her to stay in a lavish mansion within the confines of the Infinity Castle, but hidden away well enough that not even Nakime knew of its existence. Well, especially not Nakime…

She never lacked anything and her life raising Hayate was one filled with joy. Her sociable nature allowed her to gain a tight-knit circle of friends, and…she became close with Douma. A very physical relationship that never seemed to drain out of fuel for the carnal passion they shared. As for Kokushibo…well, they still shared their moments… but overall, the friendship they shared was the foundation of their interactions and a prerequisite to being able to raise Hayate without conflicts.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Kokushibo.

‘I must go now. Muzan summoned me on a mission again. By the way, our son is progressing well. This makes me glad’

Hayate butted in on the conversation: ‘Progressing well? But Father, I am beyond that, I nearly beat you.’ He laughed again and winked at her.

‘Only because I let you’

Kokushibo replied, but now with a little smirk in the corner of his mouth. He gave his son a pat on the back. There was so much love in their interaction and she could not have been more grateful for that. Fathers and sons not always got along, Kokushibo experienced that on his own skin, and maybe that was part of the reason he was such a great parent to Hayate.

He turned to her again:

‘Are you going to be …. alone tonight?’

It always amused her, how from the very beginning of their interactions, he was so concerned over her romantic interests. Odd for someone claiming to have no real interest in her…

‘You know I won’t be.’

She smiled gently and blushed at the thought of what she and her lover had in store for tonight. Especially, since Hayate was out of the mansion pursuing his own desires with some new female.

Upon his leave, she gave Kokushibo a hug and he reciprocated, squeezing her small body in friendly affection.

‘Please, stay safe’ she whispered to him.

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18 years earlier

It was a lazy week, with all missions called off and Infinity Castle more quiet than usual. Kokushibo was resting in his large mansion awaiting a visit from a female lower-rank demon. It was unusual for him to have visitors other than his fiancée, but he made an exception for this one. The female demon requested the visit with endorsement from Muzan-sama himself, which sparked Kokushibo’s interest.

‘Master, she is here’ a servant appeared bowing to him.

Without a word and with a subtle hand gesture Kokushibo indicated that she could be let in. The servant moved to the side to let the female in and left quietly sliding the door behind him. He observed the female in silence as she slowly moved to the middle of the room and bowed politely, accompanied only by the gentle shuffle of silk upon silk. She was dressed in an expensive black kimono with red, gold, and purple details, that was hugging her hourglass figure. Her hair was long, shiny, and dark purple. And when she finally lifted her gaze to him, he was met with a pair of large, sparkling pale jade green eyes. But what caught his attention was that she had a katana at her side.

‘What is your name, demon?’ He decided to break the silence.

‘Akatsuki, my Lord.’

‘Hmm, tell me, Akatsuki. What brings you here?’

She was becoming a little wary, his deep voice and presence intimidating her more than she expected. She steadied herself and responded.

‘I am here by Lord Muzan’s recommendation. I would like to respectfully ask you to train me.’

Kokushibo was taken aback by her directness. Train her? Why would he do something like that? He looked her up and down and tilted his head back pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes.

‘That is a very bold request. Who are you to ask such a thing of me?’

Akatsuki’s heart sank for a moment. But then she remembered Lord Muzan’s instructions: *tell your story in a compelling manner and you will see that he is not as scary as he comes across*

She straightened her back and started talking.

‘Very well, my Lord. Would you care to hear my story if that is what is required for you to make up your mind?’

‘Yes, go ahead.’ He had time and did not mind a good story, as long as it was not him doing the talking.

‘Well, Master. I come from a faraway place called Europa. I lived in a time before you even were born. I always enjoyed books and learning how things worked, I gained knowledge in how to treat wounds and deliver children, and soon enough I was busy helping the local people with their health problems. Unfortunately, I also attracted the attention of men, and when that attention was given by the wrong one, upon rejection, his hurt pride made him report me to the Church for practicing witchcraft. When the inquisitors tormented me, I no longer prayed to God for mercy, because what evil deity would allow for such misdoing? No, I prayed that demons would avenge me, if hell was where they thought I belonged that it might just as well be hell that saves me.’

‘ And so, on the night preceding my execution, a demon approached me in my dark cell and offered me a transformation. And I accepted. I never once regretted my decision as my life has been an adventure, I never thought possible. I traveled the continent as I pleased, learned magic from the WItchers of Eastern Europe, and entertained powerful men in the courts of the West and in the Harems of the exotic Middle East. Eventually, the people over there learned how to kill demons and my life was in danger once again. But as it seems to be my fate I got lucky once more, in the Harem of the Sultan of Turkey I met a courtesan, a stunning oriental beauty and she told me tales of the new powerful Demon King, Muzan, that was gaining power in Japan.’

‘For me, the decision was an easy one. I arrived in Japan in the late Sengoku era. I was quickly introduced to lord Muzan who was curious about a demon not originating from his own blood. This was also the reason I could never rise in the ranks as my powers were so different from the local demons. Nevertheless, I gained his trust and since then I have served him well. You know, Master, I spotted you on one of my first visits to Lord Muzan, but never dared approach you. It took me decades and a lot of sword training to even dare ask Lord Muzan to put in a word for me with you. Thank you for giving me your time to listen to my story.’

She bowed to him and went silent.

Kokushibo was clearly fascinated by her story. He had his eyes fixated on her all the while she was talking and when she stopped, after a moment of silence, he responded.

‘Very well, then. I will train you if you have the aptitude. Be ready tomorrow. I will summon you.’

‘Thank you, my Lord’ She gave him a deep bow and quietly left the room.

In the weeks and months that followed, their training progressed seamlessly. Her aptitude and skills were more than sufficient and he was amazed that she really was one of the best sword fighters he has ever encountered. Of course, he knew she would never reach his level as he was the best there was, but the effort and steady progress were leaving him very satisfied. To her surprise and relief, he was a very patient and fair sensei. Never losing his temper or trying deliberately to harm her.

Their relationship slowly evolved into friendship, she even noticed he was beginning to understand her sense of humour. As for him, he really enjoyed how lively she was, he was never bored around her and it was almost as if she had the ability to bring out the child in him. Everything seemed perfect until that fateful night. As friendly as their interactions were, she was a very hotblooded female, and being around him did not leave her unmoved...

She was extremely attracted to him sexually. He was impressive and her senses were sometimes playing tricks on her, beyond what she could have any control over. Her thoughts wandered to dirty places and she was undressing him in her mind, imagining him doing things to her. She tried to never think like this with him present, but afterward, she was forced to touch herself. She was always worried whether he could sense her feelings, him having constant and uninterrupted access to the transparent world…

On that night, she was interrupted in her sleep by someone barging into her chamber. It was Kokushibo, standing there at the foot of her futon with his katana drawn, ready to attack. She sprang out of bed, wearing essentially nothing more than her breast binding and a minuscule fundoshi. She quickly grabbed her katana from underneath her bed and positioned herself in a defensive stance.

‘What are you doing here, my Lord?’

‘A warrior should always be prepared. See this as a surprise training.’

Without giving her a chance to get dressed, he attacked. She quickly parried and rolled away, but he kept on going. A thought struck her and she smiled, *how about this, Master. I’m not decent, so neither should you be* With a quick and light strike of her katana, she slashed through both his obi and the belts holding up his hakama, making all his clothes drop to the floor. He was furious.

‘You will pay for this.’

His attack was powerful, and when she attempted to block, his sheer weight made her fall backward resulting in them both tumbling down onto the futon. He was now on top of her with his sword pressing hers down toward her neck. And it was then that she felt it, the familiar bulge pressing on her thigh. He was getting an erection... She was quickly distracted from any indecent thoughts forming as the pressure from his sword was so hard that her katana suddenly snapped in two, her barely managing to roll out from underneath him, barely escaping having her throat cut.

As she lifted her head up, she saw him shift to the side, he was facing her, about to speak and that is when her thoughts started to drift off in a dangerous direction. She was scanning his magnificent body, his broad shoulders and voluminous chest, the perfect triangle running down to his groin, and … the huge, now fully erect cock. Her instinct took over and she slowly crawled back to him, sitting down next to him, she placed her hand on his chest at the level with his heart and used the other to run through his hair. She looked him straight in the eye and spoke:

‘Master, I know this is wrong to ask of you, but I would like you to take me, here and now. I am yours to do what you please with. I want to serve you, worship you…’

He did not pull away, nor stopped her hands from touching him. He was nearly double her size and shamelessly strong, yet he took no action to halt her.

‘I will do no such thing. I did not choose to unrobe. This was your doing.’

He spoke, keeping up the appearance of defiance. It was as if he wanted her to act, to unburden him from a decision he did not want to make, but at the same time initiate something he so deeply desired to happen.

She could feel his heart beating faster under the palm of her hand, and his chest heaving with strained breathing. With the same hand, she started to trace down his chest and when she reached his groin, she started massaging gently around his cock, without touching it yet. Pearls of precum started to leak out of the tip and she could hear him sigh quietly.

‘Do not do this. I warn you. I am a samurai, my honour does not allow for this. Stop or you will pay.’

But she knew better than to listen to futile threats.

‘Samurai, my Lord, had concubines.’

She did not seize her movement, instead, she snaked her delicate hand on the shaft of his cock, grabbed hold of it, and began to slowly, but firmly pump it up and down, smearing the precum on the entire length. Her hand barely fit around his sizeable manhood, so she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around the leaking tip. She became completely engulfed in the action, mesmerised by his taste and the feel of both the softness of his skin and the hardness of the cock it covered.

‘You need to stop…..doing this.’

His whisper sounded more like a moan now. She pulled away from him, her lips wet and pouting from the sucking action and she gave him the most innocent look with her big green eyes:

‘Master, make me stop then, it is your choice, you could overpower me with ease…but… you are still here.’

She moved closer to his face and placed her hand on his chest again, whispering

‘I know there is a beast sleeping inside you, I want to see it awaken. Ravage me, Master. Show me how powerful you truly are.’

There was complete silence after this. Him gazing at her with narrowed eyes.

A second later he flipped her on her back and pushed her down into the mattress with nearly his full body weight. He hissed in her ear:

‘I am furious, that you drove me to do this.’

And with that, he shoved the entire length of his huge cock into her, without any consideration for whether she was ready or not. And was she ever more ready… her arousal has been driving her crazy throughout their entire verbal exchange, making her pussy sopping wet and aching from clenching on nothing. So, him filling every last inch of her insides like this made her instantly moan in pleasure. He was literally plowing into her. His thrusts hard and deep. Every sensitive spot inside her was now being stimulated, she was tracing her hands all over his strong, brawny back and through his thick mane.

She was about to burst, edging for what felt like an eternity, and when her orgasm finally came, she was about to scream uncontrollably. He was quick to put his large hand on her mouth to muffle the scream. Her body was still arching in the after-spams of her pleasure, her bucking her hips into him, when he slowly stopped and removed his hand from over her mouth. She pulled his head down into a kiss and he reciprocated, their tongues exploring their mouths hungrily, tasting, devouring each other.

He pulled his head back and placed her in a mating press, his large hands pressing her thighs tight down toward her torso. He resumed thrusting his hips into her at an ungodly pace, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance to her cervix. She could tell he was slowly losing control, dissolving into his pleasure. All of a sudden, he leaned over her, put his face on the side of her neck, and sank his fangs into her soft skin, drawing just a little bit of blood. She moaned loudly as this elicited indescribable pleasure.

He cupped one of her breasts and started squeezing it while playing with her nipple. Each squeeze made her back arch in overstimulation. His thrusts were getting faster and the room was filled with her moaning and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. His thrusts became sloppy, deeper, and needier, with the tip of his cock now entering her cervix. At last, he lost all control and came with a growl, pumping her full of his fertile cum.

He stayed inside her for a while, collapsed lying on top of her, in complete silence with only their hearts beating in sync. Eventually, he moved off her, pressed his head to hers, and placed his huge arm on top of her until they both drifted off to sleep.

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During the following weeks, the shame of what happened between them kept them apart. Both of them too proud to give each other the satisfaction of showing remorse. However, Akatsuki was starting to feel … strange. Her heat never came since they fucked and she started feeling nauseous in the mornings. She realised that she was pregnant. She gathered her courage and approached him.

‘Good evening, my Lord’

She was pale, her hands were shaking and she had to hide the tears steadily pooling in her eyes.

‘I need to tell you something. I am afraid that our little…encounter, had consequences, more precisely one consequence. You are going to be a father.’

She was prepared for the potential punishment. Him driving her away or worse: killing her. But his reaction stunned her more than anything of the above. Without a word he walked up to her and grabbed her shaking hands, steadying them. His breathing was heavy and his speech almost stammering.

‘I will love this child with all my heart. We will need to make arrangements so you receive all the help you need with raising it. I believe it will have great powers. As for us, due to my status, I am not in a position to offer you my love, but my friendship is something you will never lose. There is nothing you can do to lose it. Do you understand?’

And with that, he hugged her and held her like this for a long time.

‘I will have a new katana made for you, you will need one to keep your practice up as I want someone to train my son the times I am not available to do so’

His words put a big smile on her face.

And thus, arrangements were made, she was looked after during her pregnancy and when the male child finally arrived in this world, she named him Hayate, the name synonymous with a suddenly approaching hurricane, as that is how he entered her world from the very moment of the stormy night of his conception.

A child born from desire and into love.

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honey-lemonz · 10 months

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Kokushibou and the archer part. 4

“An upper rank is dead.”

Kokushibou, as loyal as ever, stood before Muzan with the rest of the twelve kizuki. Upper rank six were killed in the red-light district due to the demon slayer with the hanafuda earrings and a hashira of what Muzan retorted “of considerable weakness”, either way now times were against many of the upper ranks. This was the first time in centuries an upper rank of the twelve kizuki were killed. As Muzan gave orders to Gyoko and Hantengu about their attack set on the swordsmith village, leaving upper rank one’s mind wandered elsewhere. A familiar archer’s eyes and hands made his spine shiver. For what purpose of the shiver? Kokushibou could not tell or know fully.

“Kokushibou? Kokushibou!” Kokushibou quickly cut out of his personal fantasy and cut his 3 sets of eyes at his fellow upper ranks. What could the scum around him want now? He said nothing and only looked at upper rank two, Douma. His rainbow-colored eyes held a mysteriousness within them, meaning some sort of sadistic idea was going to burn away somewhere. Kokushibou could scowl at the idea of whatever this fool could be entertained by. Douma began to speak, “Well, since you heard Lord Muzan speak on the recent killing of Daki and Gyutaro which is so sad.” The demon pretended to shed tears of sadness and went on about his poor underlings and what he considered siblings being ruthlessly killed considering their past which Kokushibou cut out and ignored for he didn’t care.

“Your point?” The samurai spoke sternly, he didn’t care what this clown had to say since he disrupted his mind wandering and being alone with his thoughts. Douma quickly wiped away his “tears” which there weren’t any. He can’t cry from what Kokushibou could clearly see. “Oh, well Nakime recalled that the archer demon fella you know was seen within the discards of the red-light district. Lord Muzan didn’t talk about it or anything. So, since you know this demon perhaps, we could recruit him to fill in for Gyutaro? Whittaya think?” Douma leaned too close into the samurai’s space for his liking but the words he spoke next would anger him farther. “Well, I would love to give him a share of my blood. The look of him drinking it and being all inside him, watching him grow strong from my blood makes me want to melt huh? Then we would be bonded forever, ugh~ just imagine!” Douma’s words even made Akaza’s skin crawl. Upper rank three despite punching and wanting to kill his superiors sensed something amiss.

The surrounding air around Kokushibou grew darker. The surreal feeling of bloodlust embodied the air. The older demon turned his head towards upper rank two slowly. His words cut deeper than his sword could now. If he wanted to, he could kill Douma without a care, but the hierarchy and whatnot. “The archer is not of your concern and never will be.” Within a flash, the eldest upper rank was gone. While Douma and the other two demons took a moment to react, half of Douma’s head was cut off in a simple slash. Nakime quickly with a strum of her biwa sent the other two away at once away from the infinity palace. Kokushibou found himself at the remains of the red-light district. The moon was high into the night sky. Barely even midnight, the demon used his sets of eyes to scan the surroundings for any truth in Douma’s words. Even if what he said was correct why should the samurai be angered. The archer was an independent demon who despised the twelve kizuki for personal reasons not even Kokushibou could figure out. But in what world would he take Douma’s blood, why when he is the strongest? His blood wouldn’t be tainted by the humans Douma devours on a regular basis.

Kokushibou bit down on his lip so tightly it bled, scarlet red drips from his mouth. Staining his pale and cold skin. The demon felt centuries worth of anger and rage thrash in his entire being. ‘The night is still young, if the archer were here, he’d be cornered. There would be no point of him being here.’ Kokushibou reasoned within himself, if he was here then an attack would be hurling towards him. Kokushibou disappeared from the rubble of the red-light. He found himself on the outskirts of the city near an open patch of field. His senses were guiding him this way. His last bout with the archer made his smell and aura very hard to miss. The demon just as Kokushibou had calculated was slinked over in a tree. His body was cast within a shadow making it hard for him to be seen. But his eyes shined evidently in the moonlight, as a lion with his prey his eyes were aligned straight with Kokushibou’s first pair of eyes. The night was silent in the small field, the humans within the red-light were too far away to hear or see the stand off about to take place.

The archer demon, otherwise referred to as Yasumebe [Name] didn’t move towards Kokushibou. Their last bout was a little over a hundred years ago and left some nasty remarks and memories. Whether it was the pride Kokushibou held or the little shame within his mind he kept from being human that he eternally blocked out those memories completely. But that doesn’t mean his body doesn’t remember, yes, his mind lacked the connotation Yasumebe’s stare had on him, but his body did. His body secretly craved the attention and feeling, the absolute abuse the archer put through. Not just the thrill of an exciting battle but rather the tender and more explicit side of his body craved. The touch of a thousand swords could never beat the long engulfing feeling of pure sexual arousal. Kokushibou, no matter how much meditation or pure and thorough training could make his body go back the same way as before. Times of his own privacy the core of his abdominal begged for the tightly wound coil to snap within him, letting him experience the bliss his body needed once more.

But here he stood, not moving but only observing the archer, neither spoke. An exchange of words would only lead to a fight, but it seemed neither of them wanted to. The archer then finally spoke, “You have nothing to acknowledge do you? Upper rank? Nothing at all?” He looked enthused, almost joyful if it wasn’t for the smirk spreading across his face. [Name’s] large kasa hat covered most of the upper half of his face but the lower half smirked greatly. His lips curved into an almost joyfully cruel smile. He asked the samurai demon once more. “So, your memory fails you no Upper rank? You have come all this way for a reason, not to eat and devour the fools among the red-light district remains, is it?”. The demon moved off the high branch of the tree he sat upon and jumped down to the empty field across from Kokushibou. Kokushibou stayed in his position but kept his eyes on [Name], what could he be speaking of? What acknowledgement is he speaking of?

“You hunted me down Upper rank, what comes about then? Why have you cornered me here? Your mind seems at halt, but your body still has a memory, doesn’t it?” The archer crossed his arms against his chest, he looked just as well-fit and neat as he did before. His appearance was still the same. The shape of a phoenix demon slayer mark curved along his jaw and down his neck and towards his chest. Before he met Yasumebe, Kokushibou had no idea the breathing styles worked for other weapons. However, Kokushibou now could see the archer didn’t have his arrows nor his bow. Therefore, a fight would be useless, as if disappointment was evident the archer summoned an arrow with his blood demon art and twirled it between his fingers playfully. “Ah, you didn’t come here for just a fight, did you? Ask what brought you here Upper rank. My patience is thinning.” The archer crouched down into a squatting position and pointed the arrow directly at where Kokushibou’s heart would be. Kokushibou stifled, his tone wasn’t serious or playful, he was dead serious.

“Another Upper rank demon of the twelve kizuki has spoken to you. Yes, or no?” Kokushibou started “Straightforward as ever aren’t your Upper rank? But to humor your troubling worries no, I have not spoken or seen another upper ranking demon of the twelve demon moons at all, other than the fool I am speaking to now.” Kokushibou hissed and began to correct the archer.

“Watch your tongue, Yasumebe. Know and acknowledge your place within this moment. I have no need for your arrogance and ignorance.” This made the archer lean his head up completely, now his attention has been captured completely.

“Oi, oi, Upper rank. I acknowledge your power here and I acknowledge your weakness. Your memory is failing you. Perhaps I should remind you within the time we have… However, I just have a question to start with then.” The demon stood slowly and began to approach Kokushibou, he slowly walked toward the samurai demon. His eyes locked with the second pair of eyes on Kokushibou. His voice unwavering but deadly calm. His twisted and cruel smirk lined his lips, the moonlight cast a shadow over his face again due to the kasa.

“Why does it matter if another upper rank came and spoke to me? Did your body feel betrayed at the idea of another letting me use them for entertainment? Or did you come here to cure your bodily amnesia?” the demon asked. He looked enthused at what answer could come about Kokushibou. “I care not of what they think of me now. But answer upper rank, my patience is getting close to snapping. I’m being as nice to give you a chance.” Kokushibou stifled but he recomposed himself. “If another weaker demon were to impose on- “

“Impose on what Upper rank?” The archer was now a foot away from him, the arrow now pointed downward towards Kokushibou’s feet. “What would another weaker demon impose on? Tell me, answer my dying question?” The archer moved forward again, now he was inches away. Kokushibou felt his heart rate speed up, was this fear? No, he wasn’t afraid. He was afraid at the feeling of death being inflicted on him but now he felt his abdomen tighten. He took a step back.

“Ah, I see. Your body does remember, your mind is keeping it from enjoying it then. I’ll adjust and fix that for the both of us then.” The archer within a snap of his fingers quickly let the arrow stab into Kokushibou’s foot. The samurai was quick enough to dodge the first arrow but when the second came after he wasn’t as prepared. His senses were off, his mind was hazy, and his body felt warm. Like the sun was beating against his skin, his pairs of eyes closed slowly. The lowest pair of eyes were open when the archer was sitting in front of him. The scenery was changing, were they still in the field? Where was he? When did he-?

“Such a pain, if you would have been a better brat then maybe this would have been easier. The arrow point wisteria must be working…You’re still semi-awake.” Kokushibou fought to open all his eyes, his vision was unfocused, and his limbs felt numb. His eyes finally focused and saw he was in a dark room. The only light-source was the small lamp in the corners of the room. He felt a gnawing sense of pain course throughout his body. His body was against the patted bedding on the floor. A thin mat with blankets underneath his body, the strong smell of iron engulfed his nose. His sensory functions were heavily delayed and altered. The pain overtook everything.

Kokushibou tried his best to angle himself to see what was causing the amount of pain he was experiencing. Arrows dripping in wisteria poison and blood other than his own. The arrows were embedded within his limbs and joints. His body was on fire, tingles spread against his skin, he slowly angled himself back on the mat. His stomach and front of his body were pushed against the bedding and floor. Only leaving his backside facing upward. He was stuck. The demon heard what could be an airy chuckle, Kokushibou turned his head to face the direction of where the noise came from. Within the darkness [eye color] eyes shined and beamed back at him. Staring at him pitifully with no care or remorse. The archer was slumped in a chair near the only lamp within the room in the corner. He rested his head in his palm, his kasa hat was discarded beside the chair. His long [hair color] hair was pushed back away from his eyes and face. The beauty of his face was like a work of art, no matter how much hatred and anger Kokushibou felt in his body, the pleasure and pure anticipation he felt between his legs subdued that hatred.

“Had your fill? Or do you want to continue playing dumb and we can get this over with?” Yasumebe asked, his voice dripped in disgust and pure arousal. The look of lust and desire he basked in was addicting. Kokushibou’s mind was melting as he knew it, like his body was setting up for something it was made to do over a thousand times. He opened his mouth to speak but [Name] came and stopped him. He lowered himself to the floor to be at Kokushibou’s forced level. “Shh, upper rank, I promised you to help you regain your memory as my purposeful bitch in heat, didn’t I? I’ll fill you up so many times you can regain all your memories and never suffer from this awful case of amnesia.”

The archer grasped his jaw and moved his thumb into Kokushibou’s mouth gently. Naturally by muscle memory, rather than bite Kokushibou started to suckle and tease with his tongue on [Name’s] finger. The archer’s smirk grew widely, but he removed his finger and began removing the fabric belt keeping his hakama pants tied to his waist. Kokushibou’s mouth salivated and opened on instinct at the sight of Yasumebe’s cock, the archer was surprised he did not even need to speak to the upper rank.

Mouth ajar and tongue out Kokushibou’s mouth awaited in anticipation for [Name’s] cock to stuff it full and for his throat to abused fully. Yasumebe found humor in the way an Upper rank demon as powerful and as fearful as Kokushibou, was begging like a bitch in heat for his throat to be fucked by another demon who bested him in any way possible. He slowly entered his cock into Kokushibou’s mouth, the upper rank wrapped his tongue like a snake around the thick and large dick within his mouth. Once fully pushed all the way to the hilt, [Names’] pubic hair tickling his lower eyes and filling all his senses at once along with the pain of the poison coursing through his body, Kokushibou moaned deeply at the feeling. His throat was pushed so wide, his lungs couldn’t get enough hair in and out, the gagging sound from the back of his throat where the tip of the archer’s cock was made his throat tighten and quiver. His upper set of eyes closed out of pure bliss, the thrumming ace of pain and his own cock springing to life under his weight brought his haze-like state into pure fantasy. Was this what his mind wanted to forget so badly? His body felt so at peace being abused and used like a proper sex slave.

His only purpose was to fuck and swallow how much cum [Name] could dump into him. The archer closed his eyes out the feeling if such a warm, tight pussy-like throat. “That’s its upper rank… use your throat to milk it all out… been pent up for eons for your cunt. I’m going to stuff your throat so good…” Yasumebe was mumbling while slowly rocking his hips into Kokushibou’s throat. Kokushibou’s jaw went slack, as much as the poison and the uncomfortable position was, he slowly with as much strength as he could have, he rutted his thighs against the bedding to get some friction against his cock. The slow rocking then turned into harsh and fast ruts against Kokushibou’s throat. He gagged and tried breathing though his nose, even concentration of breath was useless with thew archer demons’ erotic pace and sounds of pleasure. Groans and curses under his breath lit a fire in Kokushibou’s soul. His tongue moved quickly while eagerly tightening his throat and focusing on the tip of Yasumebe’s cock. Sucking in his cheeks to create more force and flattening his tongue to lick up and taste up off the thick and delicious precum coming out of the tip.

“Enjoying yourself Upper Rank? Good we are only getting started…”

TO BE CONTINUED-

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dragon-stones · 1 year

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Kokushibo Headcanon

Kokushibo takes you in as his kid (pt 2)

- After the transformation, Kokushibo has found you trying to eat human food many times. Every time ended up with you throwing up and him having to put you to bed. He’s every annoyed every time you do this.

- “Stop... trying to eat... human food. Your making yourself ill.” Kokushibo would say every time you do this. Of course, you would pout about the issue, but you do understand his concern.

- You know that Kokushibo doesn’t like to leave you alone when you had first transformed, but when he had to leave, the demon would have Akaza or Nakime watch you.

- After some time, you’ve grown stronger and this had made Kokushibo proud. Though he doesn’t show it publicly, when the two of you are alone, Kokushibo would pick you up and happily nuzzle his nose against your face. He even purrs as you giggle.

- Years go by and your in Kokushibo’s training Dojo. He’s been training you in Moon Breathing, but you have a habit of breaking the swords he’s has ‘borrowed’ stolen. Kokushibo knows that you’re not able to produce a sword from your own flesh yet, so he has to find swords for you to train with. He used to use wooden ones, but you shattered those quickly.

#kokushibo #kny kokushibo #kimetsu no yaiba kokushibo #demon slayer kokushibo #kokushibou #kokushibo x child reader #kokushibo x child you #kokushibo x child oc #kokushibo headcanon #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #long post #longish post

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that-one-weird-simp · 8 months

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WARNING OC X CANON!

Some oc x canon..

Yoriin and kokushibo.. Will do douma and yoriin next!

#kokushibou #kokushibo #kokushibo fanart #kokushibo demonslayer #kokushibo x oc #oc x canon #funny #Meme #Oc doesn't need therapy she just needs snuggles

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rottingrat-jpg · 8 months

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Some oc x canon crumbs from twitter(i hate that platform)

There was obe more panel but i hate it and you dont need it lol💀

#i dont fucking know #i love them #aaaaaaaa #rat #art #rats #i love him #demon slayer #my oc art #kokushibou #kokushibo #kokushibou kny #oc x canon #but i love him #ermmmm

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yoriichiitsugikuni · 2 years

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@douma2icy why was this on my daughters phone…..

@muzans-daughter

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serodev · 2 years

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Hello! ^_^ Could I request a kny matchup please?

My name is Claudia, I'm a she/her, Sagittarius, INFP and heterosexual.

I'm 18 years old, I'm 168 cm, I have a slim body with a small chest but with big thighs/ass, I have a really long straight chestnut coloured hair that surpasses my ass, I have dark brown eyes, I'm pale and I also wear glasses. I normally wear jeans with hoodies or something more sporty/ tomboyish.

I'm an introvert person, who is always quite but I will get talkative if it is about a topic of interest and/or I'm comfortable with said person. I don't really interact with other people, since I get really exhausted in a short period of time, or |just prefer to stay alone and daydream all day. I don't really have friends, and that's because I'm really quiet and I don't find anything in common or feel an attachment with the people around me. But also it's hard for me to be around new people since I have trust issues which more probably developed from being bullied and harassed in the past. I'm the type of person who is introverted around people but extroverted when home alone or with very close persons. I'm also the quit kid type of person - I may be always calm, but if triggered I become savage. Aside from all this quit type of personality, I'm also ambitious, clever, creative, curious, naive, empathetic and kind (I think).

I really, really love kny - it's my favourite anime and the only thing that preoccupies my mind 24/24. I'm also very interested in history (anything to do with it: culture, dress code, combat, wars etc)- especially about medieval history - so I really love it when there's a medieval festival around and so I can dress up in a medieval dress. I also really like swords. I used to watch a lot of "Forged in fire" and I wish I could also forge swords. I also love nature and animals and to travel around the world.

In my free time, I like to watch anime, listen to music, draw, read fanfictions and play sports. Since I'm a student who studies architecture, I would like to be an architect or work in any art domain - preferably If i could conserve old matrimonial buildings because i love the old architectural styles and it would be a shame if those old buildings would disappear.

As for my love language, I have no idea what it would be. I just want to be appreciated, especially by the person who I love, and to have nice moments with them when i feel lonely.

My ideal date would be some kind of a festival - it would be the only time that I feel comfortable around crowds- or somewhere quiet and calm with a nice scenery/ atmosphere.

About music - I mostly like metal and anime intros/outros type of music. As for my favourite songs : it's kind of hard to say, since I almost change them weekly, but for the moment it would be "The Rumbling" from AOT (I haven't watched the anime - I like this song because it's very metal) and "Middle of the night" sped up version, because it's very melancholic.

That would be the most of it. I would like to be matched both with a demon (Muzan + Top 3 Upper moons) and a hashira (male ones). I don't known if you include nsfw scenarios in these, but if you do, then I'm very ok with that.

Have a nice day! ^-^

Note(s): I've always appreciated women who aren't afraid to be masculine because I feel like it's still frowned upon. It's possible that I'm wrong, though, because I'm just a man living his life.

I match you up with…

Giyuu Tomioka!

» Your overall personality tells me that you and Giyuu would get along pretty well, even though you both are naturally quiet. One of the reasons why I think this might work is because you two can help each other to get over your trust issues!

» The hobbies you two would share would include things such as drawing and talking about history because Giyuu has a soft spot for it and old architecture as well.

» Giyuu's love language goes so well with your own because he's like a cat (quite literally if we think about it), and he usually shows his appreciation towards you by sitting next to you or hugging you without saying anything.

And Kokushibo!

» I would say that the reasons I have for this demon matchup are pretty much the same as I had for Giyuu. The only difference between the two is that Kokushibo doesn't have trust issues because he hates being around people for other reasons.

» Kokushibo's love language is pretty much what you'd expect from him - He comes to you without saying anything when he wants to offer you some closeness, but he usually refrains from hugging you and such unless you do it.

» You won't share hobbies with him, though, which is kinda sad, but just like a cat would, he's going to sit right next to you and watches what you're doing because that's his way of doing things along with you.

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thebottomfromhell · 7 months

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Masterlist: [tell me of you find any errors]

General:

One-Shots/Drabbles

Hantengu (main body) comforting female reader after a bad day

Requested OC (female named Ko) x yandere!Daki

Date with Sekido under a Thunderstorm with GN Human Reader

GN Human Reader being an Uppermoon's S/O is interrogated by the Hashira

Male Reader Parenting (or trying) the Hantengu Clones

Hantengu being jealous over his clones, GN Reader

Platonic!Yandere!Daki for requested child OC (female named Kianna)

Polyamory Hantengu Clones x Male Human Reader dynamic + Platonic Zohakuten

Hantengu's (main body) reaction to GN Human Reader going "missing"

Disgust Hantengu clone! Reader (Male Demon) dynamic with Clones

Hantengu cuddling against GN Human Reader while resting

Dynamic of Hantengu with a teasing/bully GN reader

Hantengu (main body) protects Human Female Reader

Female Human (later Demon) Reader becoming Muzans lover

Male Human Reader wit AHDH is too impulsive and the Hantengu Clones must be saving him

GN nice reader snaps at the Hantengu Clones (ft. Hantengu) after a bad day

Hashira find out Hashira!GN Reader has a relationship with an Upper Moon

Muzan encounters GN Blind Reader in the scene of the alley

GN Demon Reader and Zohakuten become friends

Headcanons

GN parent Human Reader get's sick and is taken care by their demon kid

What love language the Uppermoons use with ther romantic partner? What is the love language they prefrer to be at the recieving end? GN reader.

Muzan's son (Demon Reader) having a crush on Uppermoons (Gyutaro, Nakime, Akaza, Douma and Kokushibou) and Muzan having more than an opinion about it

Opposited attract, human GN reader

Uppermoons + Enmu reaction to GN Demon Reader with Poison Ivy's power s/o fighting Hashira

Traditional Courting [more or less], Demon Male Reader. (Gyutaro and Hantengu Clones)

Traditional Courting [more or less], Demon Male Reader. (Gyokko, Nakime, Akaza, Douma and Kokushibou)

Reincarnation after courtship. Human male reader (Gyutaro and Hantengu Clones)

Reincarnation after courtship. Human male reader (Gyokko, Nakime, Akaza, Douma and Kokushibou)

Reincarnation after courtship. Demon male reader (Gyokko, Nakime, Akaza, Douma and Kokushibou)

Reincarnation after courtship. Demon male reader (Gyutaro and Hantengu Clones)

Demon Kids meeting their father (reader) figure Reader in the underworld

Househusband Human Supportive Dom Reader x Uppermoons

Uppermoon meets their male demon S/O reader after dying before going to hell

Male Demon Reader Dying in Uppermoon's arms

GN Human reader and Uppermoon (Douma, Akaza, Hantengu + Clones and Gyutaro + Daki) in holidays (human disguise)

How does the Uppermoons feel about your asthetic? Goth GN Reader

Yandere Uppermoons Headcannons x GN Reader

Male husband reader forgets Uppermoon after becoming a Demon

Male reader as a father/parental figure, human and demon Reader

Pointing of reader dying in or by canon events. Demon male reader

Uppermooms getting jelous for GN reader

From 1 to 10, how good parents would the Uppermoons be? GN reader

Uppermoons and GN reader confessing over a song

Uppermoons reaction of falling in love with Human Male Reader

Female Interdimensional traveler reader scaping Yandere! Uppermoon (+ Enmu and Muzan)

Uppermoons facing the "ghosts" of dead Human Male Reader

Role Reversal AU Uppermoons (minus Nakime) falling in love (or starting to) with Male Human Reader + Platonic (mostly parental) relationships with kids.

Trans! Masc! Human Reader confesses their gender to S/O (already together) Uppermoon

Uppermoons + Muzan finding Cannibal Human GN Reader

How do the Uppermoon feel about your asthetic? Victorian inspired styled (lolita) Female Reader

Female Reader as mother figure of Demon Kids, Human and Demon

Uppermons baking with GN Human Reader for the first time

Uppermoons + Muzan + kids and tropes during Christmas day and eve (NO READER)

Short GN who can pick the Hantengu clones easily

Uppermoons reaction of falling in love with Human Female Reader

Female Reader like Jinx (Arcane ver) interacting with the Uppermoons

Hantengu clones killing Human Female Reader S/O over an argument by accident and coping with it

Uppermoons (minus Hantengu main body & Nakime) hurt Female Human Reader and she leaves

Reverse AU Male Demon Reader gets poisoned and need to be taken care of

Uppermoons defending GN reader from shitty starlker ex

Reverse AU (with divergence) Demon Kids (as humans) having Male Demon Reader as a Father figure since young + Reader facing a non-character Hashira

Uppermoons catch Human Male Reader being eaten by other demon

Smut:

One-Shots/Drabbles

GN reader's first time with Hantengu

Aizetsu and Sekido had a fight, so male demon reader forces them to share and make up.

Douma gets sexually assaulted by human from his cult as reader, AMAB reader

Karaku realizes he has feelings for you. Male reader

Urogi has a breeding kink, male demon reader

Scarlet witch powered GN Reader (no specified genitals) does Sekido with bondage.

Human GN reader Bodyworshiping (mostly his mouth) Akaza

Bodyworship and bloody sploshing with Gyokko, Demon GN reader

Requested OC (female named Akeno) Reuniting with Sekido and making up for lost time

Male Reader catching up Hantengu (main body) masturbating

Sadist Female Reader dominating Douma in sex

Male Reader and Kokushibou having sex with traditional groom and wife robes

Female Reader rides Hantengu's main body

Headcanons

Male Reader overstimulating Hantengu and the Hantengu clones

Nakime NSFW Headcanons with GN reader

Hantengu Clones being railed into a mess by male reader

GN Reader with Scarlet Witch Powers in bed with Uppermoons (Gyutaro, Hantengu Clones, Nakime, Akaza, Douma and Kokushibou)

NSFW of Jerk/Brat Uppermoons x Short Dom GN (None specified genitalia) Reader

Male (AMAB) Strong Demon Slayer Reader and Uppermoon have a heated fight over reader becoming a demon, they fuck their anger out

First time of Hantengu Clones with Male Demon Reader after being courted.

Hantengu clones trying to top Male Reader gone wrong + aftercare

Male Human Reader x Submissive male Upper Moon.

Role Reversal Uppermoons being railed to Oblivión by Male Demon Reader

Kokushibou NSFW Headcanons with AFAB reader

Enmu, Hantengu, Douma and Kokushibou meet vibrators, GN Reader with non-specific body

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #top reader #male reader #gn reader #female reader #oc's #i was going to include incorrect quotes #but decided against it #this is already a lot #i didn't expect this blog to be this popular tbh #bottom character #masterlist #requests are open #but I have several ongoing so you will have to wait a bit

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