#muzan x kokushibo

[6chimeraqueen9]

Does Muzan have a favorite or do the three of them love equally?

Koku is the favorite

[xxlady-lunaxx]

An open book | {KokuZan}

Theme: Rollercoaster of self discovery and floof<3

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You would assume that after living for centuries (almost a thousand years, actually), Muzan would have a good grasp at the properties of emotions. Especially with all those hearts. But that was, in fact, apparently not a perk of a long life. Despite staying physically young, around the age where love becomes an appealing road in life, Muzan's emotional knowledge wasn't quite as evergreen. Because humans were seemingly constantly about 'love' and 'friendship' and all that shit he never understood, it was reasonable for him to be panicked about falling for his, per se, employee. Or, to put it bluntly, a man whom he had turned into an inhuman, basically cannibalist, six-eyed demon 3 centuries ago: Kokushibo.

Obviously, he didn't grasp what he felt was attraction for Kokushibo for about a decade before noticing it. It was all a stranger to him, atypical to his lifestyle. He preferred to ignore it. But as the years flew by, he found himself unable to disregard his feelings. Not when his breath hitched almost sensually when Kokushibo's eyes flicked towards him even for a second, not when the tranquil voice murmured his name briefly as a response to an order. It overwhelmed him, all this emotion. He didn't understand himself and he found himself searching for an answer, an explanation to this phenomenon.

He didn't tell anyone, but if you asked the caretakers of the houses he pretended to be a child in? He was drawn to books about botany and, curiously, romance. He sought a confirmation to his feelings, he wished to find a reason for why Kokushibo made him feel so strange in such beautiful ways. The mystery of it excited him, in a way. He was drunk on his love for the man, chasing after it but falling back just enough so he would never notice him, lurking a couple meters away.

This was unlike anything he would've imagined, really. Life had always just been to keep living without too much inconvenience, to find the Blue Spider Lily and simply not die. And this? The unpredictability of it all?

Sometimes, he was unable to decide if he was drawn in by this or pushed away. It was all so alluring yet terrifying because he didn't understand it, he couldn't control it. And it somehow made it all the more captivating. From time to time, he was tempted to stray away. Try to keep Kokushibo far from him for as long as possible, to keep him out of his mind. To see him solely as another stepping stone for his plans. And yet—

And yet he found himself running back to Kokushibo like a lost puppy. In his mind, it was a weakness. Making him pathetic and stupid and—and it didn't even matter anymore. Not when Kokushibo was so close—a breath away—hand in hand—and—and it was all a wish, and it was all a wonder.

Love, was it? According to the thousands of books he had pored over, this was what it was called. He had been referring to it with this word but he had never truly understood it. In a way, every book described it differently. Butterflies, heart eyes, obsessiveness. The beauty of it, the enchantment. Or was it feeling a sort of connection, love at first sight? Soulmates? But what was it? It fit; it didn't. It was far too complicated for him, a poly of brains or not.

He tried to run away from it. It became far too much and over two centuries of pondering it only made him wish he had never realized it. Of course, it was more than that. The longing of it hurt him almost physically. He figured Kokushibo couldn't see him the same. Not the man with the cold exterior, with the stern voice and... and beautiful eyes.

Sometimes, when he went out, Muzan would wander through forests in the dim light of the moon. He would sit by a stream, running his hand through it, letting the water slip through his fingers. When he saw Kokushibo, he wanted to do the same with his hair, let the strands tangle with his hand, let it pull him into the man as if he wasn't already doing that from a single glance.

The intensity of this love was dubiously contradictory, making Muzan want to both run away and run to him, wanting to punch him for making him feel like this, wanting to fall into his arms. He hated it but it pulled him forward and he found himself ordering Kokushibo to his room in the Infinity Castle without thinking.

It was night. The window was open and the illusion of the midnight overhead—the castle was nowhere and everywhere—twinkled as if knowing something Muzan didn't. There was the faint echoing twang of Nakime's biwa before Kokushibo appeared, kneeling to a bow instantly upon his arrival. Muzan had him stand, had him walk over. Neither knew what he was doing. What was��he doing? Was he insane? He must be.

His voice was calm, despite the nervous wreck of chaos in his mind. When he spoke, he kept his gaze on the desk, on the floor. He did not dare look at Kokushibo as words slowly slipped from his lips, pouring out in a rush like a tap of water flowing more and more as the handle turned. He told him about how he felt, going into explicit detail because he was unsure if Kokushibo was as clueless about this as he had been; as he was. When he let the final words leave his throat, he felt so exposed. An open book in Kokushibo's hands.

The silence became unbearable but he couldn't bring himself to look up. He had closed his mind, making an effort to not read Kokushibo's mind, to give him a sense of privacy. He was sorry he hadn't looked up, however, when he finally steeled himself for a small glance. Kokushibo's eyes were all wide, the golden pupils setting their gaze on Muzan. His hands were held awkwardly by his side, his cheeks flushing color into his pale skin.

There was a pause in which neither spoke. Then, wondering if he should clarify, Muzan cleared his throat.

"What I meant to say..." he mumbled, "I love you, Kokushibo."

More silence. He didn't understand. Was Kokushibo disgusted? Often, in the books he had read, the main lead and/or character seemed to tend to become a beet red. But it came from embarrassment and attraction, so what was it? Was Kokushibo embarrassed that Muzan was saying this to him and not knowing what to say?

For a moment, Muzan considered reading Kokushibo's mind. He needed an answer and he was growing impatient and feeling humiliated as fuck. He could always force Kokushibo into a relationship with him, but it felt wrong. It wouldn't be genuine and for some reason, that felt like it wouldn't soothe any of Muzan's longing.

In the end, he opted to give the Uppermoon the silently promised privacy. Instead, he spoke again, trying to urge a response from Kokushibo. "Could you respond?" he asked softly. "I will not punish any answer. You're free to say as you wish."

Kokushibo seemed to regain his composure ever so slightly at this and nodded slowly, letting out a breath. "Ah... apologies, master."

Muzan waited. He was forcing himself to be patient. He wanted an answer—needed one. But it wouldn't come with pressure. Besides, if the roles had been swapped, he was sure he would be as dumbfounded as Kokushibo was, so he couldn't blame him. Eventually, after another minute or two of endless anticipating quiet, Kokushibo drew in another breath to ready himself. Muzan glanced back up—he had been staring down at his hands, busying himself to ignore the rising humiliation that reddened his face.

"If I am understanding and interpreting correctly, you're telling me that you love...? me? And wish... to have a romantic relationship with me?" Kokushibo said slowly, more to himself as he tried sorting through Muzan's rant.

"Yes. You understood perfectly," Muzan agreed. In fact, it was quite a fine summary that could've saved Muzan a lot of time in the explanation.

Kokushibo nodded again, seeming to be pacing his own thoughts as if Muzan's weren't racing, too. "Am I to accept or decline?"

"...yes. You are at free will to reject the... question," Muzan said, unsure how to refer to it. Proposal? No, that sounded like a marriage proposal.

"Okay." Kokushibo considered this again, concentrating on his response. He seemed to always choose his words carefully, although that was reasonable given that a single wrong inflection in his tone could probably get him killed (by Muzan). "I would... like to accept."

This stunned Muzan, perhaps more than it should've. But then again, nobody had ever wished to be with him before. Not if you didn't count the masochistic bunch of demons he had, and even a great number of them feared him more than revered him. So Kokushibo accepting him—romantically, might he add—and agreeing to be in a relationship with him, which quite as much hinted that he reciprocated the feelings? Honestly, anybody would be surprised.

"Really?"

"Yes."

There was a moment of processing as Muzan contemplated his next actions. What the hell did couples even do? It wasn't like the books were all that helpful; many contained places far in Europe or America, in the sun, or just relatively unavailable things. But then, it was night. The stars were out and Nakime could simply teleport them to a place without light pollution. Silence was nice when it was comfortable, right?

He nodded to himself. "Kokushibo?"

"Yes, sir...?"

"Don't call me that," he said, more as an order.

"Yes, master."

"...or that," Muzan said with a sigh.

"Apologies..."

"You may call me Muzan, in other presence or not."

If Kokushibo was surprised, he did well in hiding it. "Of course, Muzan-sama."

Growing slightly irritated, Muzan ignored the suffix and let out a breath. "Would you like to accompany me outside?"

"Of course. I would... enjoy that," Kokushibo murmured. There was a hint of content in his voice and it gave Muzan more confidence.

"Very well." Signaling to Nakime, the two demons found themselves in an old building far from any large cities. There was the occasional glint of a lantern from the towns below the hill the building stood on but neither's attention strayed to the lights as they settled down by each other, sitting side by side.

Muzan gazed up at the sky, the stars flickering like the mirage in the window back at the Infinity Castle. This time, they seemed different. Proud, even. Of Muzan? Certainly, he was proud of himself. It wasn't even the fact that he had overcome yet another challenge before him, but the fact that Kokushibo sat only a foot away, his warmth radiating gently in the cool air of the night.

Muzan's hand was resting by his hip, propping him up. Slowly, it slipped towards Kokushibo as he lent his weight to the hand. It wasn't until Kokushibo's hand entwined in his own that he realized their proximity. They were mere inches apart and Muzan felt suddenly hyper aware of his hearts beating quickly. He was sure Kokushibo could feel his quickening pulse, wondering if the heat rising in his face was making the night air warmer. He leaned slowly to the side and his head grazed Kokushibo's shoulder. For a moment, he wondered if Kokushibo would recoil. When nothing happened, he let himself lean against the Uppermoon, feeling the tranquility of the night sooth him again. He let out a gentle breath, feeling the anxiety over everything leave with the exhale. He relaxed, then, for possibly the first time in his life, against Kokushibo. His boyfriend, now.

His eyes fluttered closed and as he sat there by Kokushibo's side, he felt a smile graze his lips. He understood, suddenly, even for just this moment, why humans seemed to go to impossible lengths to chase after love. It really did make it all worth it. Yes. It was worth the wait.

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ouughhdfksd i can't tell if music helped me write this faster or made it more difficult bc some of it probably doesn't make sense (i don't proofread but imma use spell check cuz yes)

[bastardofodin]

I'm calling it quits for now, but...

[hots0s]

thinking about muzan being completely frustrated that his demons are not fulfilling their duties, his eternal fury with them crawling up their backs, keeping them all in a constant state of fear and paranoia that at any moment he might dispose of them. they’re terrified. he’s at his limit with their constant failure to produce results or be of use to him. he asks not for much and he doesn’t understand why they arent up to the task no matter how much power he gifts them, can’t understand why they’re all so utterly worthless…

him all but quivering with the anger he feels after slaughtering another slew of useless subordinates who dared to beg for their miserable lives after having the gall to come to him empty handed, after deeply displeasing him. they’re not good enough, they’re so weak, a humiliation to his name, those pathetic, wretched, fools. his demons do nothing but consistently let him down and he wonders, not for the first time, what the point of their existence ever was in the first place if this is all it gets him, staring down at his bloody claws, before…

a head lands a few feet away from him, bouncing and rolling to a stop by his feet, an expression of utter horror and pain staring up at him with lifeless eyes. then another… and another. three hashira.

his wrath turns to pure elation upon looking up to see kokushibo kneeling before him in the midst of demon blood and gore, his face downcast, hair grazing the floor of the infinity castle as he bows before his lordship.

“how else may i be of service to you, master?” he asks.

the pleasure that coils within muzan is so strong that it makes him purr aloud. killing a few measly hashira is not so tremendous a feat, it’s not what muzan is looking for, not the end game… but how could he be anything other than delighted at this after countless disappointments? some dead hashira is not something to be upset about.

kokushibo’s eagerness to please. his prowess. his unwavering loyalty. his obedience…

muzan smirks and lets go of a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. he takes a leisurely sit, leaning back and spreading his legs wide in invitation. kokushibo stares at him like he wants to devour him, his lips parting slightly with desire— a severe show of emotion from upper one by all means. muzan gazes at him through his lashes, returning the sentiment in full, beckoning him over with a sharp, lustful grin. “come here and i’ll show you.”

nakime knows well enough by now to turn her head and mind her business.

[milkywayscap-blog]

A demon king will die but not his ideals

Ketsueki: The oldest triplet

Shi: The middle triplet

Kiba: The youngest triplet

Ketsueki sighs as their hands are hidden behind their back. They glare down at the human in front of them, "I thought I asked you to bring me a blue spiderlily?" They pouted and the human apologized, "I'm sorry darling, I just couldn't find one... I mean it's almost like-..." The human didn't even get to finish his sentence when Shi sliced his head off with little remorse. "Stop playing with your food," Shi huffed as they licked the blood from her hands. "If you won't finish off the boy toy I wouldn't mind," Shi grins as they look at Ketsueki, "Don't even think about it you imbecile," They huff as they walk over to the severed head. The neck poured blood as the eyes of the human's head moved for just a few seconds more before seeing the inside of Ketsueki's throat. "Kiba better have produced results or we'll have to deal with this issue quicker than expected." "Oh don't worry your pretty little head, Kets. You're pretty enough to get another gullible human to drool over the prospect of earning you, they're not that hard to impress anyways." Shi grins as she walks to her sibling, "Plus Kiba's still out doing work in the north, the mountains need to be checked and they're perfect for the job."

It is quite surprising to think that the king of demons was able to produce not just one or two, but three children. Ketsueki, the eldest of the three, has inherited more of Muzan's looks but has Kokushibo's personality and aura. Shi, the middle child, has inherited more of Kokushibo's looks, yet possesses the menacing air of Muzan to an almost eerie perfection. Lastly, Kiba, the youngest of the three, is an almost perfect combination of the two demons, but their aura is difficult to place, almost as if it is nonexistent except for in battle.

[mkjulian]

What's your favorite demon slayer ship?

Kokushibo × Muzan

I made a Fankid for them.

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

You belong to me

Paring: upper ranks + Muzan x Fem!reader

Synopsis: In different pov's, their jealously turn them a bit crazy

Content: possessiveness, jealousy, hinted smut, choking, fave grabbing, slight blood play, demon reader in Akaza, Nakime and kokushibo's part, kidnapping on Douma and Muzan's part, escape attempt, Muzan grabs you by the neck like that one guy in 365 days lol, arranged marriage theme on Muzans part

A/n: yall know that song by the weeknd? had to write some possessive jealous shit based on that song with some demons! WHAAAA I NEVER WRITTEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!🥴might do one with the hashira next🤭

Akaza

Akaza is known to not like his fellow upper ranks. You've seen it first hand when Muzan allowed you to attend an upper rank meeting since you became a demon by Akaza. He hated them all with a passion. Especially the ones ranked above him. With this knowledge, what in the hell possessed you to give any of them your attention?

Not just any upper rank, either. Douma in particular. In your defense, once Douma starts speaking, it's hard to shoo him off, especially given that you're much weaker than Douma is, so you play along to keep your reputation on a good note. You simply smile and nod at his nonsense. You knew Akaza wasn't going to step in since he'd rather run in the sunlight than talk to Douma if you were on your own.

How wrong you thought you were. Once Muzan actually left, Douma become more bold. Asking you personal questions, standing to close and even about to hold your hand, but before you could answer, you heard the sounds of blood splatter on the floor. Your eyes widened at how quick Douma's arm was severed.

"Oh, come now, lord Akaza. I was just joking-" "Shut up for once." Akaza snarled at douma in pure disgust. You wanted to say something, but you felt your feet leave the ground. Akaza had grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder and walked away from Douma while holding you. It always amazed you just how fast he was, but you knew how mad he was. The anger was just raiding off Akaza.

Akaza made sure to be far away from the other upper ranks in the infinitely castle and walked into one of the many empty rooms. Akaza put you down, but then, he backed you up against the wall. You felt your back press flat with your hands on the wall as well, giving how close he was to you. "Lord Akaza, please don't read too much into it. Douma was just being an idiot. " You tried to explain, but Akaza wasn't having any of it.

Akaza raised his brow. "So you're defending him?" His voice rasped as he tilted his head to the side. "No.." Your tone softened and looked at Akaza, worried since that wasn't your intentions. "I don't think I've made myself clear enough if my actions haven't shown it already." Akaza said and brought his hand to your collar bone and rested it there for a moment.

"Demon's I hate don't get the right to talk to who belongs to me." Akaza's face comes closer to yours with his lips now inches away from yours. His hand moves from your collar bone, up to wrap around your throat. "And you entertain a demon like him. Even saying his name from these lips. His fucking, name" Akaza's jaw clenched, and his hand tightens kts grip on your throat.

"Aka..za" his name hitched in your throat. His grip was deadly. You could still breathe. However, Akaza's grip was firm. He wouldn't dare kill his precious demon. It was just a "light" punishment. However, he needed you to learn your lesson and to show your loyalty to him and him alone. "Say my name properly. Or is my strength too much for you to speak?" Akaza smirked.

"L-lord Akaza. Lord Akaza~" you say his mamw twice. The second time you say it, you let out a heavy gasp as akaza lossend his grip on your throat. "You belong to me. Understood?" Akaza asked, keeping that eye contact and tightening his hand around your throat if you dared to look away. You nod quickly, your eyes almost teary from the slight lack of oxygen, and you watch Akaza's lips curl into another smirk.

"Good girl." He chuckled and gave you a kiss.

Nakime

Your girlfriend, Nakime, had summoned you to the infinitely castle. It's her job to always summon the 12 kizuki at the request of Muzan. Naturally, you felt terrified but remained to have a calm once you were summoned. However, Muzan was nowhere to he seen. Just Nakime, sitting there, a level above, and you looked up at her in confusion.

"Pardon for speaking out of turn, but where is lord Muzan," you asked, assuming it was him who wanted to speak with you, but it turns out that wasn't the case. "It was I who summoned you." Nakime spoke, her tone a bit quiet yet blunt. You chuckled and cut the formal introduction since Muzan isn't here, and you can speak freely since it's just you and your girlfriend.

"You do know it's probably a bad idea to summon me since you're taking me away from my work. Search of the blue spider lily and all." You grinned at Nakime and palced your hand on your hip. "I was keeping an eye on you. One of upper 4's clones has gotten closer to you. Haven't he? " Nakima said. You detected slight irritation in her voice, mentioning one of Hantengu's clones, but instead of asking a question for a question, you always knew it was better to answer her first.

"Ah, Urogi, yes. I wouldn't say we are close. However, he's a fun demon to work with. He likes to have a bit of joy and humor on our search," you answered. It isn't abnormal for Nakime to use her blood demon art this way. Especially since she's on the lookout to find the ubuyashiki family in the demon slayer core. Still, you couldn't hide your smile knowing Nakime was most likely thinking about you and wanted to check in on you.

"I forbid you to speak to him. Your task is to look for the spider lily. Not entertain each other with humorous jokes and touching," Nakime said. Her words made your heart spot for a moment and knew exactly what she was talking about. Urogi has always been proud of his sharp talons and would often tease you with them, but on this mission, he wanted to take it up a notch and poked your cheek.

To you, it was a wholesome moment. Urogi was just teasing, nothing different he dosnt do to the others, but Nakima had to see that, and she was furious. Urogi only touched you once in a playful manner, and it was enough for her to use her blood demon art to summon her back to you in that very moment. "He was getting too close to you for my liking and being bold enough to do that. Especially bringing those filthy claws of his to touch my woman's pretty face."

During this entire time, her facial expression remained unchanged until now. You could see her lips form into a frown and even watched as her teeth clenched together in a snarl. She was jealous. "Urogi was just being playful. I wouldn't read too deep into it, love. Sekido is probably scoling Urogi right now for wasting time to focus on finding the blue spider lily." You reassure Nakima, but she wouldn't let it go.

"Come here." Nakime took her biwa off her lap and rested it gently beside her on the floor and motioned her finger for you to come sit in front of her. You did as Nakime asked and sat down in front of her. You wanted to explain further to find the right words to reassure Nakime, but before you could, her hand grabbed your face

You gasped. Your breathing became unsteady as you felt her firm grip, her four fingers on one cheek while the other had her thumb, or rather her nail, poking onto your skin. The same spot Urogi poked at. "I will not allow a man's to touch to linger on what belongs to me." Nakime's voice turned cold. "You belong to me." She said as her thumb nail pressed harder, breaking your skin until blood slowly pours out.

Your jaw opens, and you inhale a sharp breath with your eyes barely open as you feel the sting. You're a demon, so of course it'll heal, and Nakime didn't pierce too deep. It was her way of wanting to hear her words come out of your mouth. You kept your eyes on her and eventually spoke up. "I belong to you~" Your voice hitched as you felt nails nail pull away from your skin.

Nakime leaned in closer to lick the blood from your cheek and watched as your cut healed already. She kissed your cheek and then came closer to your ear and whispered, "That's right. You belong to me, beautiful." Nakime said. Her hand lets go of your face and then trails her sharp nails down your neck.

You shivered until her fingers reached your kimono, near your tits and Nakime smirked. "I should remind you of how a woman's touch feels. So you'll never let another man touch you again," Nakime said. You bit your lip softly, feeling the heat rise higher in your body and your thighs squeezing together more. "I want that," you said, and Nakime's smirk only grew.

"Open your thighs for me and lay back. I'll show you how good these fingers work other than playing a biwa"

Kokushibo

His brother has been dead for centuries. Yet his name still echos throughout history but never would kokushibo think that his brothers name, yoriichi, would leave your lips.

Although you're a demon now and have been for a while now, you could still recount memories you had during your times as a human, especially in the demon slayer core. It was basically a law for any of the 12 kizuki to never speak of Yoriichis' name, yet you just had to talk about him since gyokko was curious to know how humans thought of him.

"Yoriichi has sun breathing. That's the best way to describe why he's well known even after his death. He could kill any demon in seconds. It's quite impressive," you admit to gyokko, and he nods his head, humming in response. Kokushibo had already been looking for you, but he never interrupted any of your conversations when you had them. However, hearing Yoriichis' name from you alone set him off to act out.

He came from around the coner and stood behind you. "Do I think yoriichi could beat Kokushibo? Well maybe-" you said but then saw both of gyokko's mouths open as he looked behind you. Your brow raised in question, and you turned around to see what shook him so much, but now you realized. "Kokushibou hi" you smiled nervously at him.

"It was good talking to you, bye!!!" Gyokko hides inside his pot, probably in another one by now, so it was just kokushibo and you. "Listen, I was just- oh!" Kokushibou picked you up, and then you heard Nakime's biwa sound, transporting you back to his home. You knew you fucked up. You and gyokko tried to talk in secret, but now kokushibo was going to punish you, a demon for speaking about yoriichi but in his own way.

Kokushibo put you down, turning your body away from him to face the wall with your body pushed up against it. You grunted from the sudden pressure but gasped once your hair was pulled back to face kokushibo. The view was upside down, but you could see just how angry he was. "You know to refrain from using that name. Have you lost your mind?" Kokushibou said, his deep voice almost turning into a growl.

His hand had a fist full of your hair, and not only that, his lower half was just inches away from pressing up against you. "I know- I was just telling memories from my human life I didn't think it was a big deal-" "and you actually believe a person like him could defeat me. Do you really think that? Dose his name interest you so much that you've forgotten just who's wife you belong to?" Kokushibou said.

You had a confused look on your face. Is he seriously jealous at the mention of his brother's name from his lover? You knew kokushibo was jealous, but you didn't expect him to be this possessive. "I'm sorry~" This is all you could mutter out. "Do not. Ever say that name. Again." Kokushibou crouches down to your ear, speaking slow for his words to be understood.

You mewl softly, biting your lip as you nod quickly, understand his words. "My name should be the only name said from those lips." Kokushibou now brought his other hand up to your chin and holding it while his other hand is still gripping your hair. Your back arches just a bit more once you felt Kokushibou press himself up against your ass.

He let out a heavy breath with a deep moan mixed in. "Having your jaw broken for speaking his name is the normal punishment from lord Muzan, since you're a demon and it'd grow back." Kokushibou grinds himself against, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your tit.

"However, I have my own punishment. Just for you." Kokushibo's breaths become heavy, feeling himself get into heat, and he whispered in your ear.

"A punishment where you'll never remember to say his name and only mine. You belong to me, my pretty demon~"

Douma

His "church" wasn't a church at all. You made the dumbest mistake to have even joined this religious cult. Your "savor", the one who saved you that day from eating eaten like an animal from a group of demons and showing you such kindness was just a cover-up for his true identity, which was a man-eating demon and not just any demon, the 2nd highest rank in 12 strong demons led by an even more powerful demon. The realization sunk in, and you made an ever worse choice than the first one.

You wanted to escape. You wanted out. You thought you planned your escape for a week, asking around what Douma's schedule was like so you knew the perfect days on when to leave, but that back fired on you. When you noticed nobody outside the temple, keeping guard and, of course, no sight of douma, you made a run for it.

You felt relieved. No one was there to stop you until a dark figure appeared from the shadows and snatched you up like you weighed nothing. "I caught you! You sure ran fast. Are you sure you weren't a demon slayer before you came to my temple?" Douma said, smiling from ear to ear.

You tried to catch your breath from running up, but your breath quickly turned into a panic. Douma frowned for a moment, "Oh you poor thing. Don't be scared. We'll get you back to the temple so you can rest for the night," Douma said. With such fake empathy in his tone, it almost sounded sarcastic.

Douma continues to hold your body off the ground in a bear like hug. His muscles flexed to hold you firmly so you couldn't escape. However, looking at Douma more closely, you noticed changes about him. His teeth looked more like fangs. His body against yours felt so cold, almost like he was dead and worst of all. He had "upper 2" written in his eyes. Was this a demon's technique? How was he able to hide these features on him so well around his cult members.

"I don't want to go back!" Your voice trembled. You tried to speak soft, but the panic got to you. Douma only just smiled, speaking in his cheerful voice. "If you're worried about being eaten alive, don't worry, you aren't my type of woman to eat, but you are my type of woman to be around. So I will be keeping you since you asked for my help to save you from those demons that day, so it only makes sense for us to stay together." Douma chuckled.

"What??" You sighed, looking at Douma with worry, fear, and confusion. "I don't belong to you, so let me go!" You hit Douma, but you knew your strengths was no where near compared to his. Douma places his hand on the back of your head, making your rest your chin on his shoulder while he embraces you more and nuzzling his face to your neck, taking in your scent.

"You still don't get it y/n? You're mine. I'm going to keep you until your time as a human is up." Douma said, throwing you over his shoulder and began to walk back to the temple.

"You belong to me and me alone~"

Muzan

2 years had passed since you were kidnapping, and you were finally back and safe with your family. Although your kidnapper, known as the most powerful demon, kidnapped you was bad, he could've been a lot worse. So you like to think of it that way. He could dispose of you at any moment, even when you couldn't help him find the blue spider lily, but he didn't.

You're family for owning a flower company, educated on flowers even so that's the main reason why Muzan took you but he let you go when you were of no use to him anymore. The bond you had with Muzan wasn't always about his work. There was soft intimate moments between you two but you knew not to get your hopes up since in the end, your knowledge wasn't all that useful and he let you leave, putting his work before you.

Your life continued to move forward, and eventually, you had an arranged marriage. A soon to be husband for you. He wasn't bad. He did promise to treat you right, give you his money and etc but deep down, you knew you couldn't love this man but went along with it for the benefits and your familes sake.

The wedding took place during the night. Your in-laws thought it would be a great idea to see how lovely your wedding dress would look in the moonlight. You asked to be alone in the fitting room, and you turned off the lights. Despite being human, you've gown accustomed to the dark and toy opened the window, feeling the night's breeze. Your hands slide down your sides to your hips, and you smile at yourself in the mirror, seeing just how gorgeous you look.

"You look stunning, my dear. They were right. The way the moonlight shines on that beautiful dress is just Devine," a deep familiar voice said. You gasped and turned your head to the window and saw Muzan, sitting in the edge and watching his glowing red eyes trace every inch of your body and even smirking at how the dress hugs your hips and holds up your tits perfect.

"Why are you... h-how did you find me?" You stepped back. Muzan came into your fitting room further and made his way towards you. Your body froze, but your eyes softened once you felt his hand on your cheek. His hand was so cold. "Do you think I'd let just anyone actually go?" Muzan bluntly said. That line alone confirmed your thoughts from a year ago. You weren't actually free, and like you predicted, Muzan would come back to you. However, it wouldn't be for the reason you think.

"I don't have any more knowledge on the spider lily. Even after you let me go, I couldn't find it." You explained to Muzan, but he only grinned. "I have upper ranks to do the job much better and faster than you," He said. His words cut a bit deep since you used as much energy as you could've helped him before. "But you can be useful to me in... other ways," Muzan said as his eyes gestured to your body and then looked back at your face.

It's like the old feelings came rushing back. In your own sick way, you missed this man. Muzan is the worst, curel and dangerous man-eating demon you could've ever met. Yet you knew leaving with him was a choice you had to make now. Your mind snaps out of it once you head a knock at the door. You and Muzan look at the door and hear a woman's voice on the other side.

"Um, y/n? Are you almost done?" One of your maid of honors asked through the door. "Yes, im-" you paused. Your eyes look down to see Muzan's hand slide on your hip and even slide his hand down lower, just like how he used to, but you stopped him. "I'll be right out. Just give me a minute," you say in a worry, and then look at Muzan, his lips inches away from yours, and you spoke quietly.

"You can come by tomorrow night, and we'll talk about this. You came at such an odd time. " You rolled your eyes halfway, trying not to let all these emotions cloud you. You turned around, but the second you did, Muzan had grabbed the back of your neck, making you gasp as he pulled you back to face him. "Mm.." Muzan brought you into a heated kiss, making you stumble back and sit in the mini table in your changing room.

"Y/n!?" Your maid of honor placed her ear on the door after hearing a thund sound. "If you think for a moment I'd let you have some random mam in bed with you, then you're more stupid than I thought," Muzan said as his jaw tensed. You pant as you feel his fingers press into your neck and you placed your hands on his chest for some kind of support.

"You belong to me, and I'm taking you back. The connection we share won't ever disappear, so don't think for a second it will," Muzan said, pulling you into another kiss. This time, you kissed him back. His words may not have been the sweetest, but you understood them. He wanted you, and you wanted him. He pulled away once he heard hard banging on the door.

"Let's go," you said, lifting up your dress, not hesitating for a moment about leaving. Muzan had picked you up, and you heard a biwa sound, transporting you to Muzan's room in an instant. Muzan, put you down. His hands made their way to your body, with one hand on your ass and the other playing with the zipper on your wedding dress.

He smirked at you, letting out a dark chuckle. "Now. Won't you let me give you that wedding night you deserve to have"

[imagxnin]

jealous! men . . . who will pound their big n' fat dick inside of you at an inhumane speed all while recording.

"fuckin' love this pussy . . makin' me jealous, hm ?"

he would say while pounding his girthy length in and out of your pussy, one of his hands holding his phone as he recorded all of this, planning of sending this to the man who even dared to interact with you . . .

"nghhh . . . s-slow down-- ah!"

the sentence alone made him go faster than before, squeals and moans escape your mouth, the pleasure overwhelmed your body oh-so greatly, your body felt so overstimulated and weak compared to your boyfriend . . . :(

even when you pleaded him to stop because your pussy was aching, he knew it felt good, so he didn't stop for one second, even through orgasm. he just loves you so damn much he would bully his dick inside of you all day if you wanted, even if your body couldn't take it . . .

GOJO, SUKUNA, TOJI, SUGURU, DABI, HAWKS, AIZAWA, SANEMI, KOKUSHIBO, KIBUTSUJI, ANY OF YOUR FAVS . . .

[6chimeraqueen9]

Can you draw kokumuzan kissing?🤭

giggling kicking my feet

[xxlady-lunaxx]

KokuZan headcanons !

was gonna write a oneshot but nvm this is funner (these could be modern or regular AU, although some might be AU specific) also im writing this at night please bear with me (will probably post in the morning tho)

can we start with like — them giving casual touches of affection throughout the day

at first it was awkward when their relationship was still at its caterpillar stage but then a it bloomed into a butterfly they were giving quick pecks or holding hands absentmindedly, not even realizing it until someone pointed it out

always always cuddling

they sleep at the same time (or maybe Kokushibo’s reading and Muzan’s in his arms)

Muzan’s the little spoon you can’t change my mind. It’s not because he’s smaller, just that he’s always the one in higher power, always commanding and above (could be maybe boss or whatever if it’s not regular AU), but when it comes to their relationship, Muzan’s so achingly vulnerable, at Kokushibo’s mercy i swearrr

for modern AU’s, i can see them feeding each other when they have desserts idk it’s cute

a little “:0” and Koku guiding the spoon to Muzan’s mouth

also modern, Muzan picking out Kokushibo’s clothes

I can see Muzan being the more ‘fashionable’ one between the two, what with him always wearing suits and such

Kokushibo still wearing the same clothes he did centuries ago 💀

So Muzan’s going shopping for him, picking out clothes and making him try them on

Kokushibo doesn’t like shopping but he joins Muzan for window shopping sometimes

I feel like, if given the freedom, Muzan would be the type to have some sort of energy comparable to Mitsuri’s? But snarkier. Like a sassy child. Since he wasn’t really given a childhood, he’s going to be like this now as Koku makes him all comfy

Muzan making Kokushibo go to festivals and having them try EVERY ride

Can we have running hands through hair as a comfort. Kokushibo’s hair is long and sometimes Muzan misses his own long hair, but Koku has no problem running his fingers through the short dark locks

Alright, hear me out. Muzan is an expert at putting up hair. With all his fake families, you’d think he’d grow accustomed to putting up his ‘children’s’ hair, so he’s going to brush the fuck out of Kokushibo’s hair and then make little braids on the sides, tying it back into the pony tail, or braiding his hair into twin tails

Guys what if Kokushibo was the one to cut Muzan’s hair (I believe his hair was still long when he recruited Akaza and since he’s like ~200 years old and Koku’s 400+, Kokushibo could be the one parting Muzan’s hair, putting it up and cutting his hair with hands meant for battle yet wielded as gently as a mother tending to her child)

Muzan confessed you can’t say otherwise i wont listen

Kokushibo just expected rejection and said nothing (he was fine with it) but Muzan was so annoyed with this unknown thing he had to tell Koku

intimate relationships are a topic neither has truly delved before. be it platonic, familiar, or romantic relationships, they’re both new to it all and it’s so awkward and lovely at first 😭 <33

I feel like Kokushibo’s the type to cook meals tho

He’ll make Muzan breakfast in bed

give him princess treatment fr

they think they’re being subtle with their relationship at first

spoiler alert — they’re not !

raise your hand if kissing in public and holding hands and leaning over to whisper something to the other then blush powdering their faces is subtle (cue the crickets)

this is random but i feel like Koku’s such a bookworm and a nerd

he likes outerspace

they go stargazing sometimes

muzan’s more interested in plant life of course

specifically a certain blue lily

but ! maybe while searching for the flower, when he comes up unsuccessful once again, to feel better he collects a bundle of flowers and gives them to Kokushibo when he gets home <33

i can see him being good at flower arrangement tbh

off topic but in regular AU or other AU’s where they’re grandpas, they don’t realize there’s a term for BL

I can see maybe Kaigaku calling it yaoi

and then them not understanding and telling other people later like “yeah we’re dating we’re yaoi” HELP

they were corrected and Muzan said it’s stupid to be called gay like what yes we’re happy but are ‘straight’ couples not happy too ???

modern!muzan coming home with all sorts of plants and randomly cooking them mushrooms for dinner (after confirming it wasn’t poisonous)

kokushibo bought a mushroom (toadstool 🍄) hat and put it on Muzan when he was asleep

Muzan waking up and being directed to a mirror, staring bleary eyed at his reflection (cue reflection from mulan) and being all “why is my head so red… it has spots. DO I HAVE CHICKEN POX-“

he fully woke up and bonked Koku when he realized

anyway both of them DEFINITELY researched about gay relationships

or just relationships

they were desperate to get it ‘right’

the awkward big babies smh

i love them

anyway that’s enough im drawing blank

[derpy-dogs-n-cats]

Dealing With A Marechi S/O On Her Period.

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Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Blood, smut, sexual themes, oral sex; female receiving, oral sex during period, face sitting, mentions about fingering, drinking blood, eating human flesh.

Summary: Headcanons on the upper three and Muzan helping a marechi s/o through her period while keeping their stomachs full.

W/C: 2.5k+

In the time you’d been together, he had yet to smell your blood, it was hard enough to be placed in the situation when he always made sure you weren’t injured whenever he was around, and as such a high-ranking demon, he lacked the privilege to spend as much time with you as wanted, so the timings hadn’t lined properly for him to be present during your period either, but when they finally did without you being aware of your unique type of blood, to say the least, neither of you were ready.

Muzan Kibutsuji

Takes full advantage of the situation.

Has to take a step back to steady himself the first time he smells you.

Is initially worried you’re injured at first.

Plays his cards right and shows initial concern despite your body doing a normal biological function.

Is more physically affectionate to get you to lower your guard even more.

Gets you to admit out loud that you’re in physical pain.

Suggests helping you ease the pain.

Had never buried his face between your legs before.

Was actually kind of sexist about it and would’ve felt inferior if he placed your legs on either side of his head, because why would the demon king do that?

Still tried to refuse but smelling your marechi blood didn’t help.

Having a monthly supply of marechi blood sounded tempting enough.

So he suggests easing your pain.

Surprises you by finally spreading your legs after laying between them.

Keeps you around him for the entirety of the week.

Takes you wherever he needs to go to keep you close.

But never near any demons.

If necessary, he has Kokushibo watch over you.

Doesn’t necessarily refuse to not have you in his presence.

But refuses to leave you alone and unguarded for other demons to try and eat you.

Knows that Kokushibo won’t even consider so much as laying a finger at you.

Still refuses to get on his knees for you.

You always have to lay down for him.

Forbids you from wearing anything under your kimono to have easier access.

Instantly smells whenever your blood’s about to stain the expensive fabric of your kimono.

Licks you clean every time he smells you starting to bleed.

Which is multiple times throughout the day.

As soon as you express being relieved from the pain, he uses it as an excuse.

Prefers you thinking he genuinely and solely wants to care for his favorite human rather than admitting that he needs to feed like any living creature.

Because he refuses to so much as get on his knees for you, he obviously even more so refuses to have you sit on his face.

Not even hover.

If you ever suggest it, he’ll give you the meanest side eye and refuse to speak to you for days.

Still will not eat you out outside of your period.

The moans entering Muzan’s ears easily sounded different than usual, similar to the first time he had you take his heavy cock in your lower area, where he was currently lapping at you for the first time with half lidded eyes in a relaxed expression while laying on his stomach for you, hands on either of your thighs which obediently remained spread open for him with ease due to how the rest of your body had fallen limp upon the first lick.

He had his doubts at first, but he had to admit, it’s awfully convenient to have a marechi lover who was so willing to hike up the expensive kimono and spread open the legs beneath it to allow him to feed rather than having to go through the trouble of going out of his way for people to eat. A louder moan fills the room as he dips his tongue inside your sensitive opening after having licked clean your labia.

A shaky hand reaches for his hair in attempt to pull him closer only to be pushed away rather gently by the man at your thighs. Normally, he would’ve slapped away the hand because despite actually bearing affection for you, how dare you try to command him in any way, however, he supposes the meal you’re offering him is enough for him to turn a blind eye to your insolence… once.

Kokushibo

Very concerned for your health when he finds out.

Initially thinks you’re injured upon smelling your blood for the first time.

Takes a second (one too long in his opinion) to regain his composure after the scent of your blood makes him feel dizzy.

The opposite of Muzan.

Has eaten you out before.

And doesn’t mind doing it.

Genuinely suggests relieving your pain for your benefit.

Takes great pride in taking care of you.

Hardly even thinks of you as a source of food with how much he prioritizes easing your pain.

But does acknowledge that you’re keeping him well fed.

Another one that keeps you with him every time you’re on your period (they all do).

Doesn’t think much about if he likes or not getting on his knees for you.

But knows your height differences would make it a bit uncomfortable.

And prefers you lay down for your own comfort.

Will also eat you out whenever he smells blood on the way.

Enjoys doing so but does it mainly for your safety as to not attract any demons.

Doesn’t just drink your blood but also plays with your clit to actively give you orgasms to counter your cramps.

Gently rubs your lower stomach to further help with your cramps.

Or grazes it very lightly with his fingertips to give you goosebumps if he’s in a teasing mood.

Slows the pace after each orgasm as to not overstimulate you before picking it up again.

Overall treats you like a porcelain doll.

Would give you a break if you asked.

Even if you’re still bleeding

So long as you’re always close to him so he can keep you safe.

Soft gentle tugs to your clit force heavy breaths out through your nose, the occasional pinch making you clench around the soft pink tongue moving along your insides with your back tensing and arching off the futon briefly before a hand gently pushes down your stomach to press you back against the fabric beneath you in attempt to get you to relax, the tongue carefully moving back and forth as to not overwhelm your sensitive insides.

His eyes peek open when he feels your legs starting to tremble on either side of his face, the hand over your lower stomach carefully rubbing over the skin doing little to soothe you, his first pair of eyes looking at you due to your different than usual movements, unable to read any expression from your head being thrown back. “Are you alri-” He’s interrupted by your body falling limp against him and the unmistakable noise of you hitting your orgasm.

He’s quick to react and have his fingers gently rub at your clit, slowly licking over your leaking opening, his reasoning settling on your different reactions being from your current sensitive state. His eyes fall back shut again without his own hands failing to continue their ministrations, set on taking care of you and making sure you’re carefully brought back down from your own high as to not overstimulate you while you let him eat his fill.

Douma

Doesn’t even occur to him that you might be injured.

Knows that he would’ve been notified if you’d been injured.

Also takes full advantage of the situation.

Absolutely delighted to find out you’re a marechi.

He’s been surrounded by plenty women before and has eaten enough to know what a period is obviously.

As well as eaten marechi women before.

But has never stumbled upon a marechi woman on her period.

Is baffled that it never occurred to him to keep a marechi woman by his side for a monthly supply.

Immediately asks to feed off of you rather than asking to help with your cramps.

Used to have you on him 97% of times, now it’s 100%.

Eats you out wherever, whenever and however.

Very vocal about it.

Constant praises on your taste.

Gets actually hungry while tasting you.

But remembers that you’re a fragile human who he genuinely enjoys having around and therefore would rather not hurt you.

So he treats you as an appetizer instead.

And proceeds to eat one of the other women around after you’ve stopped bleeding.

Keeps you on him under every circumstance.

Even if Muzan calls him over.

Promises to do as Muzan says and be on his best behavior which he actually fulfills much to Muzan’s surprise.

If you were to actually be apart from him, he would ask in all seriousness for you to save your blood for him for later in a jar.

Another one who would forbid you from wearing anything under your kimono.

Probably forbids you from doing so even when you aren’t on your period.

Doesn’t even warn you when he smells you starting to bleed and immediately goes under your kimono.

If there’s anyone nearby when you start bleeding, immediately orders them to leave.

For your sake.

If it were up to him, he’d bury his face between your legs right then and there.

Messy eater.

Will definitely take you on his beanbag.

Will treat your period (as well as your fucking sessions) like some type of bingo or a list that needs to have locations where he’s taken you crossed off.

You feel yourself sink further into the large pillow beneath you with your legs kept hiked to your chest, loud continuous moans coming from the blonde between said legs, the incessant noises coming from him having won long ago against your own. A slight shift of your body moves your untied kimono further open with it finally slipping off your breasts and exposing your nipples to the cold air, the elegant fabric bunching around your torso between the folds of the pillow.

“Ohh, you taste just heavenly my darling.” Douma smiles after lifting his head from your bloodied messy folds, letting you take in the sight of his chin drenched in your blood, fluids starting to trickle down to his neck followed by his tongue swiping across it. “Now sit pretty for me and let me eat…” He coaxes in a low tone while slowly lowering himself, continuing to delve his tongue into your opening.

While a knot started to form in the pit of your stomach, the hollow filling in the pit of Douma’s own stomach started to grow, tempting him with having more than just a taste of your blood, but he couldn’t, he’d never forgive himself. He shuts down his thoughts and instead licks you with more vigor, his mind wandering to other women who he’d much rather eat before you, maybe the one who’d been just slightly less polite than usual when attending you, maybe she’d be able to satiate his hunger for a while.

Akaza

Is terrified when he smells your blood for the first time.

Especially when he notices what type of blood it is.

Immediately assumes the worst.

Thanks whatever higher power there is when he sees you’re fine.

Gets headaches from trying to keep himself in control.

And still refuses to leave you alone.

Absolutely would never under any circumstances let Douma get remotely near you regardless of whatever situation you’re in.

Would never suggest eating you out to relieve the pain because he doesn’t want you to think he’s using you for food

But wouldn’t blatantly tell you no if you asked.

Would need a lot of convincing to say yes.

Would be really worried because what if he accidentally hurts you.

Is also worried that what if he genuinely gets hungry while trying to make you feel better.

Would be very hesitant due to his rule against eating women.

But tries to convince himself it’s alright because he’s not actually eating you.

Because he secretly is very curious and tempted to try it out.

Finally says yes when your cramps get unbearable.

Absolutely loses it upon his first taste.

Would already eat you out regularly for his own pleasure.

But would do it with dignity composure.

Now gets overly pussy drunk.

Doesn’t stop even after you’re clean.

Just continues while waiting for the next wave of blood.

Eats you out like a starved animal when you’re on your period.

Another messy eater.

Doesn’t leave your side for your safety.

And your mutual pleasure.

Would enjoy you sitting on his face.

But fails to notice how he refuses to let you leave your seat once you’ve sat.

Despite eating you out mostly for his own pleasure, doesn’t forget yours and uses his fingers to give you as many orgasms as he can as a thanks for keeping him fed.

Has no shame in licking his fingers clean in front of you.

Makes sure to still give you plenty of head regularly after your period so you don’t feel like he just sees you as food.

Would wonder in the back of his head if your blood alone can make him strong enough to surpass the other upper ranks.

Would be damned if Douma found out what he’s doing.

“Are you su-” “Yes.” Akaza’s quick to respond, trying to hold himself back from yanking you down, instead, gently guiding you lower to take a seat on his face. It’d been a few cycles since he finally started eating you out during your period and in that time, he’d grown addicted, though that would be an understatement. And though he still much enjoyed spending his days face buried between your legs even outside your cycle, during was something far preferable.

In the last few times he’d helped you through your difficult time of the month, he started feeling as though it wasn’t enough, no, rather he wanted more, and so he suggested something new, something you’d never know if he’d thought about himself, seen somewhere or heard of. Once you feel your lower area come into contact with him a sigh escapes you with his tongue starting to move along you, pressing over your clit, licking between your folds, circling your opening and licking clean every crevice.

He continues to suffocate himself in the intoxicating smell of your blood and decides it still isn’t enough, not with you hovering. A yelp leaves your mouth at the sudden yank of your legs being pulled upward folded against each other by a pair of strong hands with you falling completely sat on Akaza’s face, a muffled moan heard from under you pulling your gaze toward him, taking in the expression of his eyes rolled to the back of his head while his tongue invaded your insides, refusing to stop tasting you.

[jinmelon]

KYAAAAA these are so interesting to readddd

[hots0s]

cw: violence, muzan being muzan

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i hold the hc that muzan is pretty much obsessed with kokushibo close to my heart… he stalked him and visited him in the night before he ever turned him to a demon, taking his insecurities, his desires and his fears into his own hands to mould them to his will to destroy and conquer, something that michikatsu had always wanted deep down. he flattered him and filled his head with fantasies of superiority, vowed to make him his strongest demon, second to none but himself, his new god should he choose the path of darkness, the only path to attain the unattainable— formidable power greater than the sun… it took hardly anything to have him agree to these terms. michikatsu was so easy to convince and it was so much easier to sink his teeth into his porcelain skin and rip him apart, his agonised screams echoing through the night.

muzan didn’t have to make his transformation such a traumatic ordeal but he didn’t just want to change him. he wanted to devour him and he did, he ate whatever he could of michikatsu, pleas and whimpers, nails clawing at him for mercy, for it to stop, all falling on deaf ears and stone skin until there was no sound at all, the only thing muzan seeing being the blessed brother, the golden child. he imagined hanafuda earrings covered in blood, red hair matted in gore. his body was viscerally fulfilling, sweet, satisfying in a way muzan hadn’t ever known before the moment he swallowed his flesh. he looked into michikatsu’s lifeless eyes beneath him and pictured them to be yoriichi’s, barely there breaths, meek on the verge of death, to be from the man that had nearly ended his own life. it had almost been too late before he slit his own arms and forced michikatsu to drink his blood and be reborn, the once human howling and wailing in the wake of it, his body, eaten to the bone, regenerating at a speed he almost couldn’t bare. muzan fed him gallons of his blood that night, had subjected him to hours of torture and by the morning michikatsu was no more. kokushibo had been created and muzan was thrilled to possess him. michikatsu hadn’t entirely trusted him but he had been made for muzan to own— kokushibo would do his bidding.

despite his own humiliation, despite his own weakness, he had indeed managed to take even one thing from yoriichi. it was one of the last times he had felt pure, unbridled happiness.

[fatkish]

Imagine a Demon Slayer world with a/b/o dynamics. Omegas are extremely scarce due to centuries of demon predation. Omegas are extremely fertile and are essentially the Marechi of Marechis. Most demons will eat any omegas they come across so the omega population has dwindled down to barely any. Now imagine that the reader is an omega. The reader has hidden their scent from the world and they try to pass off as a beta. They know that demons exist and decide to become a demon slayer because they don’t want to be weak and they want to protect themselves.

There are a few different ways this could go:

1.) Ubuyashiki learns that an Omega has become a demon slayer and somehow manages to survive the final exam. He wishes to protect the Omega so he has them brought to headquarters where he intends to have them become a tsuguko of one of the pillars. Each of the pillars can see through the reader’s attempts to pass as a beta and are not fooled. Each has different opinions about an Omega fighting and each wants to instinctively look after the omega.

Tengen would want the reader to become his 4th mate and would probably be against the reader fighting.

Rengoku knows that omegas are physically weaker than alphas and betas and although he admires their desire for strength, he wishes to have them not fight.

Gyomei weeps for reader, saddened by the fact that they feel so unsafe that they needed to become a demon slayer and hopes that they will let him keep them safe and prays for the reader’s safety.

Shinobu would probably think that although admirable, what the reader is doing is foolish but that she’s probably the best teacher for the reader.

Sanemi is livid and completely against the notion of an omega fighting. He thinks the reader is a fool and is going to get themselves killed.

Obanai isn’t much different from Samemi as he greatly doubts the reader’s ability to fight.

Mitsuri is both saddened and happy to meet the reader. She wants the reader to be her tsuguko cause they’re just so cute.

Muichiro doesn’t really have any opinions because he hasn’t even presented yet and because he’s probably forgotten about presentations all together.

Giyuu is worried for the reader and wishes that he could protect them even though he believes he isn’t strong enough.

Despite what they all believe, the reader would choose whoever they want and would learn under them. As the reader is being taught by their chosen pillar, they develop feelings for them and vise versa, thus, a relationship is born.

2.) the other way that this could go is that the reader unfortunately runs into one of two upper moons. Either Kokushibo or Akaza. Or possibly the demon king himself.

Akaza refuses to eat women so I’d headcannon that he’d also refuse to eat omegas. Seeing the reader’s fighting spirit, Akaza decides to teach the omega how to fight and protect themselves. During this time, he develops feelings for the reader and vows to protect them. They both eventually form a relationship and become mates.

Kokushibo would probably find the reader weak and pitiful. In his day and age, omegas were revered and sought after. Although he has probably eaten some, for whatever reason, he chooses not to eat the reader. As time passes, he follows the reader instinctively and protects them from harm. Eventually he saves them from a demon and gives in and starts to teach the reader. Eventually a relationship would form between the two and they would become mates.

Now Muzan has no issue with eating omegas. But he has always been curious as to what would happen if an omega were turned into a demon. Would they be strong or weak? When he comes across the reader he decides to try and charm the reader. The reader wouldn’t be fooled and Muzan would either try to convince the reader to become a demon or he’d threaten to eat them. The reader, seeing no other way out, agrees to become a demon. Once the reader is turned, they are incredibly powerful due to being an omega. Muzan is impressed and decides to take the reader with him so he can learn more. After spending time around the reader, he may develop feeling for them and make them his mate.

Below are the links to my Demon Slayer a/b/o writings

Alpha Douma x Omega Reader

Alpha Akaza x Omega reader

Alpha Muzan x Omega Reader

<a href="URL">Link Text</a> (spot reserved for Kokushibo x reader)

Alpha Giyuu x Omega reader

Alphas Mitsuri & Obanai x Omega Reader

Alpha Rengoku x Omega Reader

Alpha Tengen & Wives x Omega Reader

Alpha Gyomei x Omega Reader

Alpha Sanemi x Omega Reader

[reticent-writer]

back to the half demon half human reader thing: this time, upper moons? i think it would be cute

Demon slayer masterlist

Baby demon - hashira

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Muzan walked into your room. You haven't made a noise since he put you down for a nap.

He found you staring at the flower themed mobile. He cooed at you as he picked you up.

He had you in his hip while he took a walk around the castle letting you see each demons domains.

You babbled as you played with the buttons on his best.

"My Lord I didn't know you had a kid." Douma commented, seeing him walk by.

"I Don't."

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"Please stop pulling my hair." Kokushibo said while grabbing your hands that were tangled in his long locs. You were standing on one of his legs while he was sitting.

Once he got a hold of both of your hands you started to dance

"Da Da Da" You babbled.

"Yeah, that's right dada. Can you say it?"

"Da da... Dadaa."

"Yeah, I'm dada." His blew raspberries into your cheeks.

You giggled and squirmed.

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He knew you were a half demon from the start.

You were presented to Douma as a present from one of his followers, you're unique like him. Visually different (I was thinking something like an albino or vitiligo) but still adorable to look at.

"Aww you look so cute Y/n!" He exclaimed as he took you from his follower's arms. You had on an outfit identical to his with a matching hat.

You giggled as he tickled your stomach before sitting you on a soft pillow next to his own.

You always sat next to him and his followers came and visited.

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"Do you want your binkie?" Akaza tried to calm you down but nothing was working.

He tried feeding you, cradling you, swaddling you, putting you down for a nap and more.

You would not stop crying.

There was one thing they he hadn't tried yet but he was too embarrassed to do it. Your screams were enough to drive him to do it.

He sung to calm you down.

It worked.

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"Ready or not here I come." Daki took of running to find you.

You giggled, not so quietly, as you watched her run around while you were hiding behind Gyotaro.

"Gyotaro where did they go?" Daki whispered as if she didn't know you were behind him. He shrugged cause you to giggle harder.

"GOTCHA" She exclaimed and tried to reach around her brother. You screeched and tried to run but she caught you and threw you in the air.

"HAHA I WIN."

"DON'T THROW THEM!"

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[vrystalius]

💕 Love Languages of the Upper Moons + Muzan

How the Upper Moons and Muzan express their love language for you!

Here is my masterlist for the hashira.

Here is my masterlist for the demons.

Note: I added Daki as a platonic bonus. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Brief mention of being parents in Douma’s part. It’s right at the end and just one sentence <3

Pairing: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Gyutaro, Daki x gn!reader

❤️ Muzan Kibutsuji ❤️

Quality Time (intensity: 9/10)

Muzan would call himself a busy man, but he likes having you around while doing his experiments. Just having your presence near him just makes him calm and able to concentrate on his experiments. But besides that, Muzan likes to spend time with you. Over his thousands of years of living, he’s spend a lot of time doing many things, and yet spending his valuable time with you made him the happiest and content he’s ever been. Even if he won’t admit.

Also, Muzan enjoys holding you in bed. He himself doesn’t need sleep, not that he can sleep, but he will hold you and caress you until you fall asleep. He will remain the whole night, just silently laying there watch your chest go up and down, brushing your hair out of your face.

Giving/receiving gifts (intensity: 8/10)

Gifts don’t mean anything to Muzan, but you giving him little trinkets you found on the market, or a new article of clothing you thought would suit him makes him feel happy. Those things have a meaning to him, unlike the other meaningless garbage. Muzan will make sure to wear the clothes or keep the trinkets close to show how much he appreciates him.

But what Muzan loves even more is to shower you in gifts. Thanks to Gyokko and the pot selling business, Muzan is very wealthy. That means he can buy you all the food you like, all the clothes you want, and all the little trinkets your heart desires. That man will spoil you, and he will do it until the end of time.

“Would you like to go to a new restaurant that just opened in the southern district, my light? I heard your favourite dish is server there.”

💜Kokushibo💜

Words of affirmation (intensity: 9/10)

Kokushibo doesn’t talk a lot, but he likes listening to you. You talking about your day makes him content, almost a little envying your simple life. No matter how simple or boring something may seem to you, he’d want to hear it. Not being able to go outside with you during the day kind of kills him.

Also, you complimenting him boasts his confidence and pride, especially when you compliment his skill. He has trained for centuries and always envied his brother for being more talented and stronger, so you admiring something he worked so hard for makes him beam of pride.

Kokushibo also likes praising you for your skill in whatever you’re doing right now. Sketching, writing, training or whatever. Kokushibo likes to admire you and express his affections with compliments.

Receiving/Giving gifts (intensity: 6/10)

Kokushibo used to work with wood, carving small things like animals out of wood. He lost interest in that little hobby shortly after becoming a demon, but picked it back up after starting a relationship with you. You once found a very, very old wooden figure he carved and told him you liked it, so he started carving those things again. It relaxes him, but also he likes seeing you happy and appreciate his art.

He showed you everything he carved, almost childishly begging for you to praise his artwork

“My moon, would you like to see the new project I’m working on? … Yes, it’s a little statue of you…. Do you like it?”

🩵 Douma 🩵

Physical affection (intensity: 10/10)

Douma wants to be near you, preferably on you, on all times. His hand has to be somewhere on your body, may it be on your shoulder, around your waist, on your thigh or just holding your hand. You’re near him during sermons, near him during his free time, and in his arms when you sleep. He doesn’t need sleep, just like the other demons, but he likes cuddling you while you do so. It kind of gives him a power trip, you being all trusting and vulnerable while he, a man-eating demon, cuddles and watches over you.

Just to test your limits, he likes teasing you as well. Pinching and squeezing your skin on all kinds of areas, watching your reactions and laughing at them. You’re so adorable, do you know that? He could eat you right up!

Acts of service (intensity: 8/10)

People serve Douma every day and night, giving gifts from all kinds of people, poor or rich. It’s boring and meaningless to him, because he probably got every gift in the world at least twice or trice (expect the blue spider lily of course). What Douma does like to do, is to “serve” you., instead of being served for once. Massages, kisses, cooking (he’s trying) or just doing little chores for you. The only thing he wants in return is the appropriate amount of kisses, cuddles and praises!

Quality time (intensity: 6/10)

Douma adores spending time with you doing whatever! Sometimes it’s just you sitting with him during the sermons, or sitting together in the bathhouse, or you watching him make his little Douma ice sculptures. He likes making little you’s out of ice and play house with you. His little Douma’s are the papa, and the little you’s the mama. It sounds silly, but it’s adorable and he loves it

“My dear lotus! Where are you going, hmm? I’m not finished kissing and coddling you yet! And don’t give me any excuses this time!”

💛Akaza💛

Receiving/Gifting gifts (intensity: 6/10)

Akaza would occasionally steal things for you from people’s homes, dressing you in nice clothes and beautiful hairpins. He picks up everything he believes would suit you. He also likes stealing sweets and food for you, making sure to grab all your favourite foods. He can’t eat them himself, but he likes sitting beside you while you eat, and it makes him very proud when you wear the things he stole for you.

Akaza also melts when you gift him things, whatever it is. He likes handmade things the most. Whimsy flower-crowns or handmade bracelets make him all giddy and warm inside, and he will wear them with pride (enduring all the side eyes and teasing he will receive from the other Upper Moons).

Quality Time (intensity: 8/10)

Akaza likes being around you. That’s when he feels the safest and most welcome. Something he enjoys doing the most is watching fireworks with you, when another festival comes around. The moment between you two as he holds you close, sitting together on a rooftop just makes him feel… human. It remind him of something he once had once but then lost, and you keep reminding him of it. Akaza can’t quite put the finger on it what exactly it is you remind him off, but he doesn’t really mind. He just wants to savour the moment with you and hold you a little longer, just until the fireworks are finished and the sun starts coming up.

“My, my Akaza-dono!~ What’s this? A bracelet? It looks so colourful!”

“Take your damn eyes of it and then kill yourself.”

💚 Gyutaro Shabana 💚

Words of affirmations (intensity: 10/10)

At the start of your relationship, Gyutaro hated it when you called him handsome or pretty, or compliment anything on his appearance. It makes him feel itchy and dirty, as if you’re just lying straight to his face.

But after a while, he warmed up to them more and more. Now, Gyutaro out right craves your words and compliments. It boosts his pride and confidence, and it makes him feel wanted and cherished for. Just one nice word makes his complete day, maybe even week. It’s like he’s addicted to your praise.

He’ll try to return the favour, but he just can’t out into words how MUCH he really loves you. Gyutaro can’t decide what he should praise you on. There are just so many things about you that are beautiful to him, he just can’t decide and starts stuttering, sometimes accidentally throwing an insult your way.

Physical touch (intensity: 8/10)

Just like praises, physical touch was something Gyutaro resented at the beginning of the relationship. Why do you want to touch him anyway? He’ll just end up ruining your clothes, or worse, make you hate him even more than you probably do!

After a while, a very long time, he starts getting used to it. Now, he’s very addicted to that as well. Gyutaro is very similar to a feral cat that needs to learn how to love and get loved, and when you show him enough patience, he’ll be a cuddle bug. He wants to hold you, cuddle you and be wrapped in your arms as well.

“A-Are you done talking w-with your pretty lips? I-I wanna be h-held now. I-I’m clean, I swe-swear!”

Bonus:

(Platonic)

🩷Daki Shabana🩷

Receiving/Giving gifts (intensity: 9/0)

Daki is used to being spoiled, and she likes giving you gifts as much as you give her some. In her eyes, it’s some sort of competition. You gift her a golden hairpin, she’ll give you a diamond-golden-hand made hairpin. You give her a new kimono, she’ll give you the most high quality silken kimono on the market.

Daki will appreciate your gifts though. She’ll boast it to her brother about it, priding herself in the fact that you gifted her something. You thought about her while you choose the gift! It just makes her very happy.

Quality Time (intensity 10/10)

Daki likes spending time with you. Gyutaro barely comes out of her anymore, so she really appreciates you hanging out with her. You two gossip about the other oirans from the other brothels while Daki paints your nails, or she does your hair while she rants about Muzan and the other Upper Moons. Sometimes Gyutaro joins in, and you two do his make up. He doesn’t like it, put he puts up with it. Since Daki likes you so much, he will tolerate you.

“Those nails look so pretty on you! Not as pretty as on me, but you get it. Oh, oh! How about we do onii-chan’s next?”

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I added Daki as a platonic bonus. Hope you guys enjoyed!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3