#KokuZan
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Does Muzan have a favorite or do the three of them love equally?
Koku is the favorite
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Twilight Reverie: Muzan gives Kokushibo silent affection
Once upon a time, in a world teeming with the relentless whispers of demons and the fierce cries of demon slayers, there existed two beings whose power and presence ignited fear and awe in all who crossed their paths. Kokushibo, a masterful swordsman with a heart as cold as steel, stood as a solitary figure of strength and prowess. Muzan, the enigmatic leader of the demonic realm, commanded the respect and terror of all who dared to defy him.
On a night when the moon hung low in the sky, casting its silver light upon the earth below, a shadow of sorrow fell upon Kokushibo's usually composed features. His eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, now shimmered with a hint of melancholy, drawing the attention of Muzan, who could not ignore the unspoken turmoil that brewed within his loyal servant.
In a rare display of vulnerability, Muzan delved into Kokushibo's mind, attempting to unravel the labyrinth of emotions that clouded his warrior's heart. Yet, to his astonishment, Kokushibo's thoughts proved to be a tumultuous sea of memories and feelings, a tempest that even Muzan, with his mind-reading abilities, struggled to navigate.
Driven by a mixture of curiosity and concern, Muzan approached Kokushibo beneath the moon's watchful gaze. Wordlessly, he extended a hand towards his stoic companion, a gesture of intimacy and tenderness rarely seen from the demon king himself.
Kokushibo, taken aback by the unexpected gesture of kindness, met Muzan's gaze with a blend of shock and gratitude, his facade of indifference beginning to crumble in the face of such unexpected compassion. In that fleeting moment, as Muzan's touch brushed against his brow, Kokushibo felt a surge of warmth and understanding flood his veins, dispelling the shadows of his inner turmoil.
Muzan, whose reputation as a merciless ruler hung heavy upon his shoulders, found solace in the simple act of offering solace to his steadfast follower. The realization dawned upon him that even the most unyielding warriors bore scars that ran deep, wounds that could only be healed by the gentle hands of empathy and care.
As they sat together, bathed in the moon's silvery glow, the walls of stoicism and hostility between Kokushibo and Muzan began to crumble, revealing the fragile strands of a bond that transcended their roles as adversaries. In the stillness of the night, amidst the chaos and violence that defined their existence, an unspoken understanding bloomed between two beings who shared a history steeped in conflict and a silent bond woven from threads of companionship and solidarity.
I hope you all enjoyed this; I worked hard on it. This story was requested by one of my best friends! I also chose the picture because I found it on Pinterest and thought it was so cute. 💗💗💗
#kokuzan#demon slayer#cute#fluff#fanfic#kimetsu no yaiba muzan#demon slayer muzan#muzan kibutsuji#muzan kny#kokushibo#kokushibo kny#koku x muzan#kokushibo demon slayer#kokushibo x muzan
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Silly antics | {KokuZan}
Theme: Floof? Sillies?
Note: I like feeling bad when I don't satisfy everyone's needs /j (i'm sorry for not writing KokuZan for so long and since I can't find it in myself to write a 1000 word oneshot, so have a short one for the time being)
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"How do you look like in your final form?" Kokushibo asked curiously.
He lay on his back, Muzan sprawled on top of him, a blanket draped over the two lazily. They had been lying here for a while now, bored as they waited for the sun to set.
Muzan propped himself up with his elbows, placing one on either side of his boyfriend's torso. "Why do you ask?"
"I'm just wondering," Kokushibo commented, his eyes flicking down to meet Muzan's. "You talk about it a lot, but I've never seen it."
Muzan smirked. "Because you would drop dead at how amazing I look," he teased, adding a slight toss of his head at the end.
Kokushibo laughed. "I'm sure I would."
"Anyways, I only plan to use it if necessary. Which will probably not be the case," Muzan remarked, laying his head on his Uppermoon's chest, closing his eyes.
"Ah. Can I see it anyhow?" Kokushibo asked, his arms snaking down to Muzan's waist.
"Ehh, later," Muzan said dismissively.
"Alright." Kokushibo sat up, moving Muzan's legs around his hips and pulling him into a kiss.
Muzan flushed, pulling away. "The hell was that for?! I wanted to lie down!"
Kokushibo raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you the one who can read my mind?"
"Yeah... But you did ask for some privacy! So I've been resisting it," Muzan insisted. "I'm not reading your mind 24/7."
"Mhmm," Kokushibo hummed, placing a light kiss on Muzan's bottom lip, smiling vaguely. "Your loss."
"What is that supposed to mean?!" Muzan whined, wrapping his arms around the Uppermoon's neck and resting his head upon Kokushibo's shoulder.
"Hm. If you read your mind, you would see a beauty marking every corner of it," he said, placing a kiss on Muzan's cheek.
"Eh?? Who?!" Muzan said, suddenly suspicious.
Kokushibo laughed. "You, idiot," he said affectionately. "You get jealous? Didn't realize it." (muzan is so me)
"Fuck off!" Muzan said, huffing. He pulled away from Kokushibo, crossing his arms. His cheeks were brushed with pink and he looked like a child—pouting.
"Mm, I don't think I'll do that," Kokushibo said, kissing Muzan's jaw tenderly.
"...Stop kissing me!" Muzan ordered.
"Why?" Kokushibo asked, leaning back against the mountain of pillows he'd placed behind him earlier.
"Because... Because..." Muzan tried. "I hate you!"
"Mhm. I love you too."
"Fuck you!" he complained, pushing Kokushibo down so he slipped off the pillow mountain and fell onto the floor.
"I can fuck y-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Muzan shouted, his face redder than his eyes.
Kokushibo burst out in laughter, scooting towards Muzan again and patting him reassuringly. "I'll stop," he said.
Muzan huffed.
"Okay, let's do something else. Will you show me your final form now?" Kokushibo asked, tilting his head.
"...Fine," Muzan decided, standing.
"Alright. Do I have to, like, move back..?" he asked.
"Uhh... Good question," Muzan said, placing his hands on his hips. "I don't know."
"I- What?"
"I've never showed anyone, I usually do this in private just to test out what I can do or some shit," Muzan said, waving it off. "Nevermind, just go outside of the room and I'll tell you when you can come back in."
"Why?-" Kokushibo asked, although he headed towards the door.
"Because my final form is embarrassing, and I don't want you to see me transforming," Muzan exlpained, pushing him out and shutting the door.
Kokushibo waited patiently for a couple minutes until he heard Muzan shout, "You can come in now!!"
Kokushibo turned and opened the door, walking inside. He froze when he saw Muzan there, his top half bare and bottom half and arms were pitch-black. His hair was long (would it be white? In the manga, he was confused why it was still white (which ended up being the bc of his aging)) and wavy, and he had what appeared to be many mouths scattered upon his body.
"Ah," Kokushibo said, at loss for words.
"What kind of reaction is that?!" Muzan whined, shutting the door and pulling Kokushibo towards him.
"Uh. I don't know," Kokushibo admitted. He slipped a hand behind Muzan's ear, drawing his head up to look at him. "Mm, you did stun me with your beauty—or amazingness, as you'd said."
Muzan turned beet red. "You said you would stop!"
"I lied," Kokushibo murmured, kissing him gently.
"You little fucker," Muzan hissed between kisses, though he didn't protest any further as Kokushibo pulled him down to the futon they'd been laying on, running his hand through the long, white locks.
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I was so suddenly apt to keeping this chapter short that i ended it randomly💀
love you alllllllll<3333
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Needy
KokuZan (Kokushibo x Muzan)
NSFW/18+
creampie+deepthroat/blowjob+etc..
I forgot I had tumblr..
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Kokushibo felt... different today. Needy was more the word but he would kneel upon the wrath of Yoriichi before he admitted such a thing to himself. Or anyone, really.
Although that wasn't true, was it? Perhaps he would admit it to someone. Only if he was told to, of course.
And so he walked, his erection shifting uncomfortably against his clothes, making him wince ever so slightly.
It was a small movement, very unnoticable and probably wouldn't have been seen if Muzan hadn't been the one to summon Kokushibo to him with similar needs as his Uppermoon.
"Kokushibo," Muzan said as the Uppermoon dipped into a bow before him. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" the addressed demon repeated, confused though he had a hunch of what His Lord had meant.
"You want something and you must tell me what it is," Muzan said, his intentions otherwise.
"I... I want you, Master," Kokushibo mumbled, knowing if he said anything else he'd be punished—though he wasn't completely against the idea if he said so himself.
"Do you, now?" the Demon Lord asked, although he'd known already.
Kokushibo nodded nevertheless, his face burning in embarrassment. This always happened. Always.
"Say it aloud, Kokushibo. Say it or I won't do anything about it."
"...Yes, Master."
"Good boy. Now tell me what you want," Muzan said, a cruel smile forming on his lips. Kokushibo was his favorite entertainment.
"I want you, Master. I want you for... for myself," Kokushibo said quietly.
Muzan nodded. "Very well. I will see to your request. Sit down, Kokushibo."
"On the floor?"
"On the floor," he confirmed.
Kokushibo did just that, settling into a sitting-kneeling position, his head bowed down in submission.
Muzan stood in front of him, unbuckling his pants and slipping them off, watching it pile onto the floor. He fondled with his own cock for a moment, loving the longing expression on Kokushibo's face before he said, his voice commanding and stern as if he wasn't asking someone to fuck him, "Suck."
Kokushibo's mouth latched onto his Master's cock and he sucked obediently, with each motion the dick dug deeper into his throat, eventually hitting the back of it. Then, quite easily as if he was used to it—because he was, and the pain that was supposed to hit him then was a lot less given his rank as a demon—he deepthroated Muzan, his tongue swirling in random motions, trying his best to please his Master.
"Ngh... Fuck," Muzan moaned, his hand digging into Kokushibo's scalp, tugging at his hair. "Don't stop..."
Kokushibo continued, his six eyes fluttering as he resisted the urge to pull away, his Master's cock pressed against is uvula uncomfortably, urgingly.
It was getting harder for the Uppermoon to breathe, he could practically feel him down his throat with each thrust into his warm mouth.
Kokushibo's hands gripped onto Muzan's thighs and held them tightly, balancing himself, nails gripping onto the flesh tightly.
He could taste his Master's precum as he pulled the cock from his mouth, desperate for a little air.
Muzan raised an eyebrow. "Did I allow you to stop?" he asked, his voice commanding with a quiver of annoyance.
Kokushibo bowed his head. "...No, Master, my apologies," he mumbled, moving to continue.
Muzan moved away, grabbing Kokushibo by the neck, suddenly, and spinning him around so his back faced Muzan.
"Kokushibo," he said quietly, tearing off the Uppermoon's clothes, carelessly tossing them aside.
"Yes, Master?" he said, his cheeks flushing at his sudden nudity, unsure how to feel about his body being out in the open once more.
Muzan slipped a finger into Kokushibo's mouth who sucked on them obediently. The demon lord pulled his hand away, fingering with his demon's asshole for a minute, slipping in two fingers at once, using the salive as lube.
Kokushibo closed his eyes as Muzan started a scissoring motion in attempt to open it up more.
He slipped in a third finger and the Uppermoon bit back a gasp, not having done this in a while.
Muzan smirked and said, "You think that's enough?"
Kokushibo did not. But he nodded, desperate for the sexual attention to himself now.
His Master nodded, deciding he didn't give a fuck that this was just his demon being needy, and lined his cock up with Kokushibo's ass, giving the Uppermoon a split second for readying before he shoved inside, cursing under his breath at the tightness.
"Have you not fingered yourself, Kokushibo?" Muzan asked, his voice strained as he slowly thrusted into his demon, trying to get more comfortable.
Kokushibo's thoughts were muddled and he nodded shakily, his hands clutching onto Muzan's desk tightly, practically crushing it.
"Ahh, fuck," Muzan complained. "Fine."
His hips moved quickly and he quickly found himself thrusting into Kokushibo's prostate causing his Uppermoon to let out a string of unholy sounds, both demon's minds practically melting in the midst of pleasure.
Muzan continued, his pace somehow quickening till they looked almost blurred in their movement, moans filling the room and bouncing back at them.
And finally—after a couple minutes—Muzan said, between quick breaths, "I'm going to cum, Kokushibo... Will... Is it alright? In... you?"
Kokushibo, barely registering this, bobbed his head slightly, though he wasn't quite sure what the question was.
The demon lord let out a breath and came inside the Uppermoon, both of their bodies seemingly relaxing simutaneously with a soft sigh.
Muzan pulled out and turned Kokushibo around to kiss him.
"Hm, up for more?" he asked, noting how Kokushibo was still hard.
Kokushibo nodded eagerly and Muzan smiled—a cocky sort of smile as he led Kokushibo to the desk.
#kokuzan#kokushibo#muzan kibutsuji#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#18+ post#fanfiction#kny fanfic#s#nsfw.#muzan x kokushibo#gay#smut#mdni#kny smut#demon slayer
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What's your favorite demon slayer ship?
Kokushibo × Muzan
I made a Fankid for them.
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quick thing- I fucking hate kokuzan. Like. A LOT.
I just???? REALLY despise it bc of how utterly ridiculous some people who ship it are?????
in the sense of bc a lot of people who I’ve seen shipping it have also absolutely BUTCHERED Yoriichi just because they wanna see Muzan & Kokushibo run off into the sunset together, completely leaving behind any other character’s or any of their other relationships…
also their own personalities always feel TO far from canon and its really annoying :) (idk maybe I’m just picky & probably a hypocrite 🙂)
#kny#demon slayer#muzan kibutsuji#kokushibo#anti kokuzan#Kokuzan rant#I really hate this ship#I hate this ship bc it’s almost constantly slanders and shits on yoriichi which I find very annoying 😁💢💢#Yoriichi defender#i luv the tsugikuni brothers so much but this pairing keeps ruining it for me :))#Criticise if you want#kimetsu no yaiba#wow what a way to start posting kny 😙😙😙
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husband yamato headcanons bcs i love him and i'm very normal about him i swear
small warning for hinted posessiveness/controling behavior.
ʚ🫀ɞ the married life with yamato would be no exaggeration of having the perfect husband. even while having such a taxing occupation as running the twilight order (not to mention his other jobs), he fufills his duty of a doting, benevolent spouse with ease.
ʚ🫀ɞ gifting you sweet little offertories that tie to your intrests, showering you with endless affection and adoration as soon as he enters your shared home from working, even taking you out to various restaurants when he's feeling extra loving.
ʚ🫀ɞ but of course, he would much rather indulge in you within the walls of the humble home you both share. everything that he could ever need is there, and no prying eyes to discern his actions of affection.
ʚ🫀ɞ not that he would care if said acts of fondness for you were witnessed by strangers, he almost never leaves the house with you without his hand confining your waist or it being on the small of your back.
ʚ🫀ɞ his love languages? physical touch and acts of service without a doubt. it is almost impossible for yamato to keep his hands off of you.
ʚ🫀ɞ he touches each trace of your face, chin, hips, and thighs with care, a contently warm smile curls upon his lips as he admires every curve, scar, and mark on your body as if you were an irresitible fruit. to him, you were the epitomy of perfection.
ʚ🫀ɞ his acts of service is as equally as displayed as his physical affection. you want food? he'll cook your favorite meals. you want a specific something from a store? consider it already purchased. don't even mention the house chores, he does them before you even notice.
ʚ🫀ɞ now, with as lovely as yamato is, everyone has their pros and cons. yamato is no exception to that.
ʚ🫀ɞ for starters, it is no suprise that he is a posessive and controlling man. after he had been freed from his controlling adoptive father kokuzan after his death, yamato has never felt more than to be in need of power.
ʚ🫀ɞ everything that surrounds him shall be bound to his hand if he so desires. his organization, his younger sister; and you.
ʚ🫀ɞ according to his autonomy, he is only so controlling and posessive to keep you close, and to never allow you to slip through the cracks of having a illusory fling with anyone else. you are his spouse, after all. you two are dedicated to each other until death, just as your vows said.
ʚ🫀ɞ at times, the way you act unruly when it comes to this side of him tempts him to use that music box. despite his thin-threaded patience, he is reluctant to inflict its power on you. sure, he has done it once or twice to brusque your frustration, but the consequential uses of the box hits him beforehand.
ʚ🫀ɞ the last thing yamato ever wants to do is make you suffer, and to tear apart this marriage. he cannot afford to sacrifice the one thing he loves and cherishes because of his selfish, power hungry desire to keep you to himself and in his hands.
ʚ🫀ɞ yamato loves you dearly to the moon and back, and he would be willing to anything you ask of him to prove that fact. but you don't have to; you knew that from the moments you said 'yes' and 'I do'.
closing notes: eee first time posting my writing, hoping i did decently and hope that y'all liked it!
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I’ve had a silly Dislyte AU bumming around in my head for ages and I need to get it out NOW
This is gonna get long so it’s under the cut-
Tang Yun: Swaps with Yamato. Once Kokuzan’s right hand man, he succeeded in killing him and now has possession of the music box. Insane and obsessive, he planned for days for the moment he finally held the music box and could leave the life of an assassin with his brother behind. But above all, he wants to live a quiet life away from everyone and everything with Tang Xuan. Unfortunately, through many turns of events, he can’t leave the assassin jig just yet. No matter, if it means keeping his brother safe, he’d do it for the rest of his life.
Yuuhime: Swaps with Tang Yun. Growing up, she dreamed of being a hero like the ones she saw on tv. Yamato was less enthusiastic, but once both transformed into Espers, they went to Esper Acadamy. In the blink of an eye, Yamato outshined her. He with new friends and fame, and her with no friends and no recognition, her jealously and distance grew. Why did he get to be the beloved hero when he never wanted to be, but she got thrown to the side? She wouldn’t have that, so she defected to the Shadow Degree, where her want, no, need, for revenge grows by the day. She’s a respected Esper in the Shadow Degree, being seen as intimidating. In reality, she’s just shy and doesn’t know how to make her face look less scary.
Tang Xuan: Swaps with Yuuhime. Even though he’s usually reserved and quiet, one of his rare smiles will definitely bring warmth to even the coldest people. Even before Tang Yun obtained the music box, one of his shadow clones was always near Tang Xuan. His innocent and delicate frame is a red herring, because he can easily take on almost anyone or thing. Similarly to his brother, he wants to live a quiet life, but he also wants to make lifelong friends. Even from a young age, he was never able to make friends, and the incident didn’t help. Worst of all, he can’t ever stop thinking about his parents. Despite all his misfortunes and horrible life, he always tries to stay positive.
Yamato: Swaps with Tang Xuan. The reluctant hero, he always acts happy and cheerful until doors are closed, then he completely changes. Angry, bitter, but mostly disappointed in himself, not a soul at the Esper Union messes with him when he’s in one of his “moods.” Even the hot-headed Li Ling, who is one of the few people who’ve broken past Yamato’s cold exterior, doesn’t mess with him. He vows to find Yuuhime and apologize, and bring her back to the Union. Even if she resists, he’ll make sure she’ll come home.
#Dislyte#Dislyte AU#this stupid AU has been bouncing around in my head like a dvd screen for the last 2 months#I’ll talk about swap yuuxuan too heheheh#Dislyte tang Xuan#dislyte Yuuhime#Dislyte tang yun#Dislyte Yamato
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Kokuzan be like
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#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#fluff#gay#demons#ds#uppermoons#muzan kibutsuji#kokushibo#michikatsu tsugikuni#kokuzan#michikatsu x muzan#kokushibo x muzan#kokopuffs#muzan x kokushibo#gays#my art#doodles#i love them#kny fanart#kny art#kny muzan#kny michikatsu#kny kokushibo#sillies#art#artwork#gay bitches#yes
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I liked that bounty
Oh wow sorry Kokuzan that was accident! I didn't mean to shock you
You know how it is with the weather lately, it's really messing with my powers
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2 seconds later
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not a huge fan of kokuzan but I would eat my own liver to obtain this art style
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Just some thoughts about Dislyte's prettiest boy
I swear I fucking love that sly bitch. I finished two of the Yamato's bounties today and what they did was making him even more likable. The part where he fakes the food poisoning from the fugu sashimi, just to see how Kokuzan would react, is priceless to me (probably because I do that shit too). Also the bounty that I mentioned in the previous post, where Yuuhime finds the bird and helps it, makes you understand how he really perceives the people and things around him. I think that it also helps understand how he considers his sister, he really cares about her, probably in an excessive way, but he cares. I know that from the story we see that he seems to use her but I think that the real reason to that was that he could actually stay by her side and protect her, in his own way, and not having her as a pawn to Kokuzan. And since I'm stupid I'm gonna say that he would act like that but even worse with someone that he actually loves/is in a relationship with, not in a negative way of course (maybe). Connected to this we also see how he notices tiny details about things, like the three centimeters difference in where an object was placed ecc ecc, this makes me think that if he had to give something to someone he would choose it carefully according to the person's taste and so on, which is really nice on the relationship side of things (this probably means that he really listens when you talk to him or speak in general, which is something that I find really important). So sorry for the random rambling/ headcanons and have a good day or something.
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"How many KokuZan ideas do you have?"
My honest reaction:
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