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yandere-romanticaa · 11 months
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I can't just let Douma be in the spotlight now, can I?
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For the past few months, you'd have a secret little rendezvous every single night without fail. You never saw his face as he would always have his back turned to you but you eventually gave up on pestering him to reveal himself fully.
He stumbled upon you randomly as you were tending to your garden and humming to yourself. It was a long way until his destination so the demon decided to take a breather, just for a little bit.
Besides, to him, you were nothing more than a potential snack at the time.
Your blood was young and hot and your flesh smelled sweet - the ultimate food. However, even a monster such as Upper Moon One liked to enjoy himself from time to time. He patiently waited for you to finish humming and he would strike you down then.
Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine that you would be able to even see him let alone approach him.
Tiny specks of fear and suspicion laced your voice but other then that you were completely friendly towards him.
It was moronic. He didn't understand why he chose to entertain you and your stupid questions.
You were cautious of him at the beginning but still kept a kind and friendly air around you, an odd change of pace for the demon.
And that is how this entire thing started, him and you, together in the moonlight. His checkered black and purple haori swayed lightly with the wind as his long hair covered most of his back, except his sword. You would often remark that because of the weapon he carried you oddly felt safe around him, that if anything dangerous would cross your path he could just hack it to bits. There was a bit of truth there, he was indeed capable of slicing down anything and anyone who stood in his way.
It's simply your own fault for not realizing that he was the danger you should run away from.
Kokushibo was amazed at how at ease you felt with him, so much so that you never actually stopped to analyze your surroundings - the world would go stale and quiet the moment he made his presence known, all of the woodland beings would flee the moment they would catch a whiff of the scary demon. The eerie silence did not stop you from babbling endlessly and Kokushibo himself never actually made the effort to do so either.
He'd would often ask himself why was he even wasting time with you like this. Someone this naive, silly and carefree was a walking target, dare he even say a simple meal on legs even. Any other demon would have eaten you by now and would have savored every single bite.
He hated himself a little because of this, for wasting his time with you.
But the thought of cutting you down made his chest ache, a feeling he had almost completely forgotten.
So he settled on this, for now. He would indulge you on your little outings and, while he would never dare to say it, he indulged himself as well by simply being in your company. When he was with you he was just another ordinary person.
The truth of his nature could still be a secret for a while.
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febuary30thday · 11 months
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Love
Yan! Uppermoons! + Muzan with an affectionate reader!
(Reader who likes giving hugs, kisses, and PDA, stuff like that)
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(I'm sorry, but pookie always comes first 😫)
He is eating it up like it's his last meal
He may not be affectionate, but he likes it when you are
He's a major hypocrite
If he's not affectionate and then you take it as him not liking affection and stop, he'll hate it
He will demand an answer and when you explain it to him, he is not understanding
He will yell at you if needed (When he doesn't have your devotion)
He thinks that your affection is a sign of your devotion, and he needs your devotion
He only lets Kokushibo near you
His love language to you is gift-giving and words of affirmation
He'll buy you flowers, praise you, and rope you in
He knows exactly how to rope you in
He gives you punishments, even if you haven't done anything wrong, to test you
He needs you completely devoted to him and your attention only on him
If your attention is on something else, he will emotionally manipulate you, and make you dependent on him and only him
Don't try to resist
He turns you into a demon, so that he can read your thoughts and control you for his own needs
If you listen and stay affectionate, you live happily ish.
If you don't listen..... you don't want to know what happens
"Just stay devoted and love only me, darling, if you do, I'll provide you with the best life you could ever have."
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With a man as stoic as him, you'd think he would like affection, right?
Wrong.
It makes him feel weak, and it feels like he's getting soft
The minute he feels weak, is the minute he thinks about Yoriichi, and trust me, that doesn't end well
That's what he thought about affection
Until you won his heart, and became the obsession of his life
The reason he lives, breathes, and becomes more powerful, is because of you
He is a lot more forceful in what he wants, and he is very straightforward about his intentions
He isn't good at emotional manipulation, but he is very good at intimidation, and, what are you going to do?
He loves your affection, and he is very affectionate as well, when he wants to be
He will stop you from whatever you're doing if he wants to kiss you, or cuddle you
DON'T try to stop him
He likes leaving his sword at his feet when he cuddles you, keeping his eye on it, and also showing you how vulnerable he is to you
He knows you love him, but he needs constant reassurance, believe it or not, he's very insecure
He will never admit this
Stay by his side, and he will treat you right
He also does turn you into a demon, because he can't stand the thought of being without you
"I'm completely vulnerable with you right now. I'm showing you my devotion, and I expect you to show me your devotion as well."
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He loves it
It's his excuse to always cling to you
He is also affectionate as well, so you two go hand-in-hand
He makes his followers worship you as well, proclaiming that you are a deity, and they listen
He turns you into a demon pretty early when he realizes he wants you
He always keeps you on his lap
He is also very cheeky with his intentions, so sometimes he makes you wear the clothes of his followers
He uses it as an excuse to defile you
He spoils you like crazy
He is soft and gentle with his touches, believing you to be fragile
He treats you like porcelain (Not in the bedroom)
He teases you and is also very flirty
He does love you and will cuddle and coddle you always
As long as you are with him for eternity, he will love you
If he sees any of his male followers looking at you wrongly, he kills them off, despite having no intention to eat them
He makes you dependent on him as well, but also allows you some freedom, he isn't completely restrictive
Believe it or not, Akaza feels pity for you
Douma talks about you every chance he gets, he is very brave and open
Everyone's tired of it
"I love you, snowflake! You should stay with me for eternity! I promise to love you!"
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He likes it, but is pretty mellow with his affection
He is very romantic, and also very possessive
He does say you are weak, but he only says that because he wants you to stay with him
He constantly says how he can protect you
He is afraid of losing you, so he appreciates the little things you do as well
Turning you into a demon was his choice, but he does feel a little bad
He hates leaving you alone so he completes his missions quickly
He takes you out, only when he's with you
He does like hugging and kissing you, but doesn't smother you like Douma does
He just likes showing you he loves you
He's trying, give him some time
He's kind of bad at the whole 'being in love thing' but he knows how to express love
He doesn't punish you as often, if at all, he hates doing that
He doesn't use underhand tactics to make you dependent on him, he kind of just does it on accident
He needs you to live, breathe and survive
He does love seeing you happy and would do anything for you
"Please don't leave me. I can't live without you."
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Hi I Can Ask Yandere Muzan and Kokushibou (Separate Of course) Trying To Convince S/O To Stay With Them, But S/O Refuses And They Kidnap Him And Try To Turn Him Into Oni, However They Are Shocked To Find Out That S/O /o is Immune to Oni Transformation.
Yandere Muzan Kibutsuji
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Yeah…
It really wouldn't be that simple with Muzan…
The ONLY way you could get him to convince you of anything would be if you didn't know he was a demon.
Muzan would really hate every second of this.
He would give up real quick.
It would be time to move on to the abduction.
Which would happen very quickly.
One moment you are in your home and the next you are in his infinite fortress.
Then you get a nice info dump about his real identity ;)
Your opinion on this…
Muzan doesn't really care.
He is in control and if you don't like it too bad.
Muzan would try to turn you into a demon quickly.
But your body would refuse it.
He would be really confused.
Muzan would try many times…
And your body would resist him every time.
That would really piss him off.
This could not happen.
Muzan would study your genes…
And now he would consider you even closer.
Muzan would NEVER want the demon Slayer corp to find out about this.
Maybe he can't turn you into a demon.
But he can make you his in other ways.
In addition to Muzan, scares you to stay.
R.I.P whole Y/N bloodline if u try leave
Yandere Kokushibo
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You and Kokushibo would have been "dating" for quite some time.
No one was sure how you had ended up in a relationship.
But you had one.
A relationship you clearly wanted walk away from.
Maybe Kokushibo covered his face during the whole initial period of "dating".
However, it wouldn't be that simple.
You can try to talk to Kokushibo…
But he would still try to persuade you to change your mind.
kokushibo would be surprisingly calm in this situation.
Too bad he can't change your mind.
So it's kidnapping time.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
After the kidnapping, Kokushibo would explain the situation to you.
And you…
you really wouldn't believe him.
The idea of ​​demons would seem ridiculous.
Who would believe that?
Yep, your opinion changes quickly when you see his face.
On top of that, Kokushibo would like to turn you into a demon.
You can try to resist him.
But he would be much stronger than you.
Kokushibo would take you to Muza after some time.
He would think that this way you could be with him forever…
But your body rejects the process.
That would be wonderful.
It goes without saying that he would be confused.
Muzan would definitely want to kill you for this.
But Kokushibo would (respectfully) try to stop him.
Finally, Muzan agrees…
You will surely never leave the infinite fortress again
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trancylovecraft · 10 months
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(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro.
YSIK Masterlist // Next chapter
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A Cherry Blossom is a pretty flower, Blooming in the spring and representing renewal and joy. However it is quick to die out in the winter, Shrivelling up with it's beautiful colour following with it. Leaving the memory of it gone yet never forgotten.
The moon shun bright in the obsidian black sky.
The light that came down illuminated a small, yet well kept gravestone.
It was old, Ancient probably, Cracks were illustrated boldly into the corners and wrapped around the granite like spider webs. it seemed it was about to fall apart at the seams, yet held strong.
Flowers of all colour bustled around the bottom, Fresh, Newly planted.
A man sat on his knees in front of the stone, the only motion he made was the light breeze running through his hair, making his ponytail sway in the wind.
This was no man but instead a demon.
All six of his eyes lay transfixed on the carving written dead-centre on the tombstone, Carved with great care and precision to get it just right.
'[F/N] Tsugikuni'
The mans face was stoic and unreadable, but his eyes were filled with great sorrow and regret.
Kokushibo's arm reached out to the stone, Clawed hands tracing over the lettering carved out.
He asked himself
'How did it come to this?'
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"Michi-Nii!"
A young girl in a blue dragon-patterned haori called out from a distance, She could of only been about four or five yet her little legs were fast and let her catch up to her older brother.
Michikatsu turned around, Mildly surprised at his sister's sudden appearance he stopped in his tracks letting her finally reach him.
"[F/N]. I thought I told you to stay at home and help mother today, You know she needs someone to help her out." Michikatsu said, A little white lie.
His mother, While she wasn't in the best condition, Didn't currently need any help and even if she did little [F/N] would not of been able to do much about it. After all, She was still very young.
[F/N] heaved trying to catch her breath from all that running.
"I know Michi-Nii! but I wanted to come watch you fight!" [F/N] said excitedly, A big expecting smile on her face.
Michikatsu looked into [F/N]'s big puppy dog eyes and sighed. He just couldn't resist.
"..Well alright.. But for the record it's not 'fighting' it's sword training, I'm not fighting anyone, Just preparing for the day when I do, When I become a samurai!" Michikatsu said triumphantly.
[F/N] squealed.
"That's so cool! When I'm a big kid I wanna fight with swords and become a sam-u-mai!" She exclaimed.
"Samurai" Michikatsu corrected.
"Samai!" She responded.
"Samurai" Michikatsu said, Extra slowly so [F/N] could pick up the syllables.
"Samrai!" She said with complete confidence.
Michikatsu snorted and ruffled the girls hair, Who laughed in return.
"Nevermind, Let's get a move on then."
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The sun was high in the sky naming afternoon.
[F/N] sat on the grassy hill next to her brother, Yorichii.
They sat together watching Michikatsu over yonder train his sword swings by hitting dummies out in the field. She watched in wonder at his determination and focus to his craft
Yorichii was the middle child of the family, Michikatsu the oldest and [F/N] the youngest.
Yorichii was a mute. Never spoke or made any motion to communicate, However that never stopped [F/N]'s undying attempts of trying to.
This mostly just consisted of [F/N] following him around, Sleeping in his futon when she had a nightmare or just simply talking her little heart out to him, To which he'd always respond with a little smile and a nod, Showing that he was listening.
He was usually a daydreamer, But today he seemed just as transfixed as she was at their older brother's training.
"Yor-Nii, Where are you going?" [F/N] asked as she watched Yorichii wander down the hill towards Michikatsu.
As usual she got no answer, So she got up and followed him down.
Michikatsu was so fixated on his sword swings that he never noticed Yorichii standing behind him.
So when the physics of one of his sword slashes brought him back stumbling into Yorichii that snapped him out of his training fever.
"Yorichii? What is it?" Michikatsu said surprised. His brother had never interfered while he was training
Yorichii stood still and took in a deep breath, He clenched his fists as if bracing for impact. He opened his mouth.
"...I want to be a samurai like you!" Yorichii stammered not only in his speech but also in his stance.
Michikatsu's sword dropped to the ground with a clang!
A shockwave went through both Michikatsu and [F/N], Their brothers first words to them leaving them speechless.
[F/N] however was the first to speak up.
"Yor-Nii! You can speak! Now we can really talk to each other!" She proclaimed excitedly, Making Yorichii wobble when she jumped to hug him.
Michikatsu stood there, It was hard to tell whether he was shocked at Yorichii's sudden speech or the proclamation of his goal which happened to coincide with both his and [F/N]'s.
"Yorichii.." Michikatsu said just above a whisper.
Yorichii looked back at him with a shaky determination, it shook and swayed but despite the odds it stood strong.
Michikatsu's form deflated, Going back to his calm and stoic demeanour.
"Yorichii. You know what will happen when you're ten, Right?" He said quietly, Only hinting at Yorichii's fate as [F/N] had no idea.
Yorichii nodded. Only taking a glance down at [F/N].
"I know. But I still want to be a samurai, I want to be like you." Yorichii said, Still not given up.
[F/N] perked up.
"Me too! I wanna be a.. samurai too! Like Michi-Nii!" She said, Making sure to pronounce 'Samurai' slowly to pronounce the syllables.
"Hey, You got it right" Michikatsu pointed out, Mildly proud.
Yorichii looked down at [F/N] who still was hugging his waist, He smiled.
"Really? All of us want to be swordsmen?" Yorichii asked now a bit more reserved. He scratched the back of his head.
"Swordgirl!" [F/N] said confidently.
"Swordswoman" Both Yorichii and Michikatsu corrected at the same time.
"Swordgirl?"
This will take a while.
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A good few years have passed since then.
The five-year old little girl [F/N] had grown into a blossoming young woman and is now a little younger than her big brothers were back then.
She still wore a resized version of her blue dragon-patterned haori, The only thing that really stayed the same and came with her through her walk of life.
"You know [F/N], I could convince your father to buy you a new haori" Akeno Tsugikuni, Her mother said to her while running a needle through her haori, resizing the fabric to fit [F/N]'s bigger self.
"This is about the fifth time I've had to refit this old thing. I'm sure your dad would prefer you to have a new one, You are coming up on marriage age after all" She softly spoke to [F/N], But her eyes were fixed on the fabric, Stitching with care.
[F/N] shook her head nonchalantly.
"No, Mom. This was a gift from you, It was homemade. You can't just buy that kind of thing from a tailor." She huffed.
[F/N] sat on the edge of her mothers sick-bed, Her mother laid propped up so she could
Akeno smiled.
"Besides, I don't even think I'd want to get married. I like how my life is right now and you know I still want to be an onna-musha, right?" [F/N] said.
True, Even after all these years [F/N] still held onto the goal of becoming a Female samurai, An onna-musha.
However it seemed like a pipe-dream. With her father's influence and strength she had never picked up a sword, No matter how hard or surreptitiously tried to steal or borrow one of her brothers swords she was always caught in the end and given a right punishment for it.
Still, This never changed her mind on the matter.
"I see... Still haven't given up on that dream, have you?" She hummed.
"Well anyways, If you're so invested into my own sowing then maybe-" Akeno broke out into a fit of coughs, She dropped the needle in favour of covering her mouth.
[F/N] quickly rushed over to her side.
"Mom? Mom, Are you alright" She said, Lightly patting her mothers back.
Akeno stopped sputtering out coughs but still softly wheezed during breaths.
"I'm.. Fine, Sweetheart" She spoke, However her hoarse throat said otherwise.
"No, You're not! You don't need to fix my haori, We can continue later but right now you should lay down." [F/N] worried.
Akeno shook her head.
"I said I'm alright but.. could you go fetch me.. Some water?" She breathed heavily as if all the air around her had thinned.
[F/N] quickly nodded and rushed out the room to complete the task.
She swiftly opened the shoji doors to her house and made her way over to the water-well sat upon the hill. She hoped to the gods above that the well hadn't dried up in the early summer heat.
She reached the small little well and peered inside, The water in the well was plentiful. [F/N] sighed in relief and proceeded to wheel the bucket on the rope down the stony passageway.
CLASH!
[F/N] jumped at the sound, Letting the rope slip from her grasp she watched the bucket fall from its steady pace and hit the water with a loud splash!
"No!" [F/N] yelled. The well was too far down for her to reach the bucket. She cried out in frustration and looked over at the source of noise that dominoed the bucket falling.
Over in the valley beyond the hill was Michikatsu, Still out training with his sword. It was fairly early in the morning and judging by the sweat-beads on his face and the mess of his clothes [F/N] could tell he's been up training since six at least.
That's right, Along with her, Michikatsu had changed as well.
From the strong yet stoic young man that [F/N] had grown up with he had festered into a more strength obsessed yet quiet young man than what he had been before.
[F/N] knew the catalyst well, He was her brother after all.
Yorichii from that day he proclaimed his want to be a samurai, Had demonstrated an inhuman talent for the skill. A man who was working with their father had humoured Yorichii and decided to teach him a basic stance.
However to everyone's surprise, Yorichii had landed four blows on the man and swiftly defeated him. Which is something that Michikatsu never could.
From then on Michikatsu grew a bit darker, Maybe not noticeably. Not noticeable from her father, mother or even Yorichii. But [F/N] could tell.
She barely saw him anymore, Well it was more of she never talked to him anymore. She still watched him train, at least from afar.
An idea clicked in her head.
The bucket in the well was too far down for her to reach, Yes. However it wasn't too far for Michikatsu who was a foot taller than her.
She walked down the hill, Calling out for him.
"Michi-Nii!" She called out to him.
Michikatsu stopped swinging his sword and turned around to look at his little sister with an annoyed scowl on his face.
"What? Can't you see I'm a bit busy at the moment" Michikatsu hissed.
[F/N] froze for a moment.
"I just need a little help, the bucket in the well fell into the water" She explained softly, Scared to entice her brothers wrath.
Michikatsu groaned.
"Alright." He said simply and quickly headed over to the well. [F/N] followed after, Smiling.
"Thank you, Michi-Nii!" She said thankfully.
[F/N] grabbed onto his hand to hold it, But she was shaken off by Michikatsu.
"I told you to stop calling me that, It's stupid and childish" He said, grimacing.
[F/N]'s smile was put out like a light, But she nodded. Trying to respect his wishes.
They got to the well and Michikatsu fished out the bucket with ease and handed it over to [F/N] who bowed down in thanks but with much less emotion put into it.
With that, Michikatsu walked away without a goodbye. Off to go and continue training for the rest of the day and coming back home in the dead of night, Just to go to sleep and repeat the process over and over again.
[F/N] frowned but took the bucket of water back to the house.
Sliding open the Shoji doors she entered the house, remarkably more downtrodden than before.
As she walked the halls towards her mothers room she heard two voices arguing in a hushed tone.
"She doesn't want to get married."
"Too bad. She's coming upon marriage age and if she doesn't want to disrespect this family she will do as she's told and marry the man we've picked out for her"
The two voices, Her mother and father.
She slipped quietly behind the half-open shoji door, Intently listening in on their conversation
"She want's to be an onna-musha, You know." Her mother admitted.
"An onna-musha. Really." Her father responded, A tone full of disgusted shock ran through his voice.
"That girl is too weak to even tend to the horses. Not to mention the girl's only worth will be to marry her off to a nobleman. Her being a samurai along with the men would just be wrong" He said.
There was a silence not just between [F/N]'s parents, But her too.
She's known her father hadn't particularly paid attention to her nor did he show any affection but to think he thought this lowly of her was a gut punch to the stomach.
"Don't say that, Akuhei. She could be listening" Her mother said in a whisper.
"I hope she is. She needs to learn the truth sooner or later or she'll grow up and be delusional to the real world."
[F/N] let tears flow from her cheeks, Dripping down onto the floor.
If she couldn't even get a bucket out from a well, Could she really be a swordswoman?
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Something wasn't right.
It had been a good few hours after [F/N] had eavesdropped on her parents conversation and it had fallen into night-time.
[F/N] had long gone to bed but she wasn't able to fallen asleep easy. It was strange, No matter the situation she had always had no issue with falling into unconciousness.
She rolled and scuffled around on her futon uncomfortably. Could it of been the conversation earlier? No. Couldn't be that, It was something else.
[F/N] rubbed her eyes and got up from her futon. She shuffled on her sandals and quickly draped her newly-sized blue dragon haori around her figure for warmth.
She decided to go for a walk to clear her head.
[F/N] walked softly in the darkened hallways of her home, The soft moonlight illuminated her pathway through the house. She was lost in her own thoughts from the events of the day.
Her father's words, Michikatsu's attitude, Her mother's illness. It all swirled in her mind like a hurricane.
"..I like my life how it is right now"
The words she had told her mother. A lie.
She hated how everything was right now. Her dad saw her as an object to be bid on. Michikatsu acted like she was nothing but a burden to him and Yorichii was nowhere to be found.
Besides, Even if Yorichii and Michikatsu weren't talking either they were obviously the more important in the family.
They were the Sun and the Moon, Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi.
[F/N] wasn't a celestial deity or a celestial body, She was just the terrestrial afterthought. Yorichii and Michikatsu were both skilled and talented in their own rights, They were fawned over by the girls and even some of the boys in the village. They were praised and respected.
[F/N] wasn't even allowed to leave the house.
Now that she thought about it, There was only was her and her mother.
Her mother.
While walking she had stopped in her tracks. Light shone in through the hallway from an open door.
Her mother's door.
[F/N]'s brow quirked. Was her mother up this late as well? She should be asleep, She was very ill after all.
[F/N] peeked through the doorway, Her eyes widened.
Yorichii stood over the bed, Her mother layed motionlessly on the bed.
"Yor-Nii?" [F/N] asked.
Yorichii turned around, A strained look in his eyes. His jaw stood locked tight as if there was something painful he had to say.
"Mother has passed on" Yorichii whispered.
What?
No, No. No no no no no. That couldn't be right, No. It couldn't be right.
[F/N] stumbled over to her mother, Shoving Yorichii out of the way to whom backed off.
"Mum, Mum. Wake up, Hey. Hey, Do you hear me?" [F/N] cried, She grasped onto her mother's limp hand, She shook it in futile attempt to wake her.
"Mum you can't, Mum please." Tears started rolling down her cheeks now, Her breathing laboured.
"Yorichii, Please did you try-"
She turned around, Yorichii was nowhere to be seen.
He had left.
He had left and hadn't even bothered to try and comfort her.
She stared in shock, Not believing her situation
She was brought back by a hand squeezing her own.
She snapped her head back down to her mother, Whose eyes lain weakly on [F/N]'s. A soft yet painful smile appeared on her face.
"Mum!" [F/N] choked.
"[F/N]..." Akeno whispered. "Come closer.."
[F/N] Nodded and leant down closer to her mother, Kneeling down now to listen closely. Her eyes never leaving her mothers
"I never wanted to be married... My father had sold me off at a young age as well." Akeno started.
"I had a chance.. Once.. To leave this place, To get out of my marriage but do you know what happened?" She asked, Looking mournfully into the eyes of her youngest, Who was now choking on her sobs and tears rushing out from her eyes.
Akeno didn't wait for an answer
"I didn't take it.. I was too afraid." A sad smile came upon her.
"My life had ended right there since I never took that chance.. And the only good thing to ever happen after that... were you three."
"[F/N].. Yorichii.. Michikatsu. My beautiful children" Akeno let tears roll down her face now, Reminiscing on her life that was flashing before her now.
"Please.. You now have a chance. Get away while you still can.." Her other hand wiped the tears off of [F/N]'s face weakly, However her hand started to fall.
"Run.. and I promise I will see you again, The kami will reunite us... I love you, [F/N]" She whispered, Her hand falling to her side and the others grip becoming limp. The light in her eyes fading.
"Mum... Mum! No! no no!" [F/N] sobbed, Shaking her mothers now lifeless corpse she collapsed to the floor and cried out for her mum to come back, to speak to her.
"Run, You still have your chance"
Her mothers voice rang in her head, It echoed throughout her entire being.
And with love and tears, She kissed her mother on the forehead and closed her dead eyes. Akeno's face displayed rest, peace.
She said her final goodbye's to her mother and left the room to go back to her own.
And with a heavy heart and a rucksack full of essentials, She climbed out her rooms window and left in the dead of night.
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[F/N] trudged through the woodlands.
It was now daybreak, The sun rose upon the distance and shown through cracks in the tree's.
Through all that time [F/N] never stopped walking, Never took a break. The only thing on her mind was escape to a better place.
It was only once she appeared upon a clearing did she stop walking.
In front of her was a rundown Shinto shrine placed upon the mountainy and rocky terrain of the woods.
It had obvious that people hadn't been here in decades by the dust, cobwebs and poor conditions of all the archways and cracked stone lanterns lining the pathway up to the shrine entrance.
Back in it's heyday it would of been grand. A massive shrine that could of held a good few hundred people, As there was a large amount of corridors and a second floor.
Not to mention the vast courtyard [F/N] now found herself standing in.
She breathed in the highland forest air, Took in the birds chirping and the warm light of the sun on her skin.
She looked upon the sign hanging from the archway.
"Inari Ōkami"
The kami of Foxes, Agriculture, Fertility, Tea, Sake and Swordsmiths.
[F/N] frowned at the state of the shrine, Thinking of it as a great disrespect to Inari.
Another thought ran through her mind.
Home. A rundown one for sure, But nothing she couldn't fix.
And that's what she did.
For the next ten years that's what [F/N] did. She fixed the Archways, Refilled the stone lamps, Rebuilt the structuring, Cleaned up the cobwebs and dust all until it looked newly built.
Everyday since she came across it she would give offerings to Inari Ōkami. Ranging from nuts and fruit she would pick up while scavenging to Flowers and pieces of jewellery.
She'd light candles in their honour, Pray to them not for good fortune but for the reformation of the shrine.
She'd grown attached to the shrine, So much so that she had completely forgotten her goal of becoming a swordswoman in favour of being the sole shrine-maiden.
And in that time she had finally bloomed into a beautiful young woman and if anyone should come across her they would describe her as such.
Not that anyone came along though, The shrine was in the middle of nowhere and [F/N] had seen no one in the past decade.
As [F/N] got up for another day to tend to the shrine she wondered what her brothers were doing now.
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[F/N] carried her basket full of fruits, Satisfied from a successful scavenge.
She headed back up towards the large archway that was there to greet people into the temple. It use to be covered in splintered wood but thanks to the efforts of [F/N] the archway was restored with a fresh coat of paint and smoothing of the wood.
When she got up there she stopped, Her eyes widened.
The massive wooden doors to the thick stone wall gate were left wide open.
She was sure she had closed them when she had left.
Her body stiffened and her palms became sweaty.
Who could be in her shrine? Nobody came up the mountains and the nearest village was a good few dozen kilometres away on the far other side of the forest. No one who was just wandering could come across the temple.
[F/N] slowly put the basket of fruit onto the ground, Making sure not to make a sound.
She unsheated her Kaiken from her obi and slowly made her way inside to the courtyard, Which seemed empty.
But she looked upon the main building and just like the gate doors the shoji to the main building were left wide open.
[F/N] confirmed her suspicions. Someone was definetly here.
She made her way inside, Checking the main hallways she found no one around however that never made [F/N] let down her guard.
THUMP!
[F/N] flinched. The sound of an object knocking over came from just down the hall she was facing. Gripping her Kaiken tighter she moved forward towards the sounds
As she got closer, She heard a duo of voices arguing.
"Stop moving, Brother."
"Argh, If you'd let me do it by myself this would go much faster."
"No. You're injured, let me do it."
Wait..
"I'm told you I'm fine. It's just a cut."
Those voices..
[F/N] lowered her Kaiken. She stood, legs shaking. Heart pounding as she slowly called out.
"Michi-Nii? Yori-Nii?"
A sudden shuffling was heard in the room across from her.
The semi-shut shoji doors slammed open and out first came Michikatsu, Who had a semi-wrapped bandage around his arm with Yorichii following close after.
They were in their twenties now and were much older and their faces had changed a lot. But no matter how much they had physically changed [F/N] recognised her brothers, Who both now had surprised yet unrecognisable expressions in their face.
[F/N]'s mouth was open, Her eyes wide and sparkling with recognition.
"[F/N]..." Yorichii said.
"Yori-Nii! Michi-Ni-" She was cut off by the sudden arms pulling her into a tight hug. Michikatsu had moved so fast that she didn't see him move.
"[F/N].." He stuttered, Swaying back and forth while hugging her.
"Nii-san.." [F/N] cried, Gripping the back of his purple hexagonal hakama tightly as she buried her head into the side of his neck.
"You've grown so much.. And look at that" [F/N] grazed the hilt of of his sword, taking in the craftsmenship.
"You've both become swordsmen. I'm so proud, I wish I could've been there to see your ceremony" She whispered.
Michikatsu never responded to her words, instead going into a speech of his own.
"[F/N].. I lost you. You disappeared out of nowhere.. I searched for you for years.." Michikatsu was lost for words. If [F/N] didn't know better she could of sworn he was crying.
"I'm sorry, Michi-Nii. I'm sorry I didn't tell you where I went" [F/N] whispered.
The bear hug grip on her got tighter.
"Never. And I mean never leave me again. You have no idea what you put me through... You better promise" He scolded. [F/N] nodded vigorously.
"I promise."
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"So this is where you've been living for the past ten years?" Michikatsu asked, Looking around the haiden.
The place was a massive hall dedicated to worship of Inari. at the very end was the main worship shrine, Which was bustling with hand-woven straw baskets filled with offerings and lit candles in Inari's honour.
"Yeah.. When I ran away ten years I came across this place and made it my home. Been like that ever since." [F/N] smiled, Proud of the hall.
It was indeed very pretty, The new refurbished decorations of flowers, candles and banner-work created a grandiose appearance. The wooden pillars supported the tall height of the room and had beams at the top connecting them all with baskets filled with flowers hanging from them.
The entire room looked like it was built and cared for by an entire team of shrine maidens, Not a single dust spot to be seen.
Yorichii and Michikatsu stared in awe at the work.
"And you maintained this place all by yourself?" Yorichii asked, Genuinely in wonder at the décor.
"Well.. Apart from the occasional seller I meet when I'm scavenging for food nearest the road.. They sell me candles, Banners and other things needed for maintenance.. It's all done by me." [F/N] explained.
"It's.. Impressive. To think how you learned all this.." Michikatsu said.
"I get all my information from the shrine's library, From then on you figure it out on the way." [F/N] responded, Completely humble to the praise she received.
She turned around to her brothers with a smile.
"What about you two? Tell me what's been happening, And how'd you get that cut?" She asked innocently, Pointing to Michikatsu's bandaged arms
The two twins looked at each other, Having a silent conversation with each other. Contemplating what they should tell. Both of them very apprehensive, they shared a knowing look between them.
[F/N] frowned.
"..Is it not something you want to tell me?" She asked.
"Well.. It's hard to believe but-" Yorichii started.
"It’s just a mistake from sword training. Don't you worry about it." Michikatsu finished.
Yorichii looked over at him, Surprised at his sudden interruption.
[F/N]'s eyes narrowed. She felt curious but decided to drop the subject.
"Well anyways.. I need to go retrieve my fruit basket from outside and do my morning rounds around the shrine. Feel free to have a look around, Just please don't touch anything " [F/N] said, bowing her head low and heading towards the exit.
"Hold on, I'll come with you" Michikatsu said, He went to follow after his sister but was stopped when a hand pulled him back.
"Go on ahead, [F/N]. Michikatsu-Nii will catch up." Yorichii said. [F/N] nodded.
She said goodbye in the form of a hug, Michikatsu then Yorichii.
Michikatsu shot Yorichii a scorning look.
"What do you want?" Michikatsu hissed, The usual irritation of his brother turned up a notch.
"We need to tell her, Nii-san. So we can help her set up wisteria around the place." Yorichii argued.
Michikatsu gritted his teeth.
"Wisteria would be a good idea. But we don't need to tell her about demons, I mean look at her! She's still young" Michikatsu said, exasperated.
"She's eighteen, Nii-san. More than old enough to know about demons, about how to protect herself." Yorichii countered.
"She won't need to learn how to protect herself If I'm there to do it for her" Michikatsu hissed.
Yorichii's face scrunched up. He took a step forward towards Michikatsu and stood steady.
"Nii-san, I know you and [F/N] were attached by the hip when she was young but you can't always be there for her, She's strong enough to survive on her own but not strong enough to survive a possible demon attack, So we need to inform her. She won't let us plant wisteria around the shrine without a very good reason " Yorichii argued, His point stood stronger than he did.
Michikatsu's teeth gritted and his face was a visage of concealed anger like they were standing in the eye of the storm waiting for the inevitable onslaught.
"You always need to know better, Don't you Yorichii?" Michikatsu spat in a low tone.
Yorichii was surprised at Michikatsu's sudden animosity towards him, He was confused. This had never happened before.
"What do you mean to imply by that, Nii-san?" Yorichii asked, Slight worry coming over him for his brother who seemed restless.
Michikatsu suddenly became aware of his sudden outburst, His shoulders dropped from their previously stiff position. He sighed.
"Nothing... I shouldn't of spoke out like that." Michikatsu said, Quickly bowing his head to Yorichii he began to leave the shrine hall.
"Where are you going?" Yorichii called after him.
"To go find [F/N]. And make sure she's alright" He responded, Leaving the hall in search of his little sister.
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Michikatsu looked around the shrine for [F/N].
He walked the halls, checked the empty rooms, searched the courtyard, looked around the perimeter of the shrine and scoured through the shrine's impressively large and overflowing gardens but turned up empty.
He was frustrated. Where could she be? The forest surrounding the temple was fairly thick and shading and who knows? A demon might of been able to cover itself in the foliage and maybe she had left the shrine to pick up her basket only to come face to face with the monster and-
Michikatsu couldn't think anymore about it.
Sweat beads started forming on his head, What if she ran away? She couldn't, she sworn to him that she'd never leave him again. She couldn't of done that to him! What if she wasn't happy to see him and took the chance to leave while he was being lectured by Yorichii?
Yorichii.
Did she favour him over Michikatsu? When you were hugging him to say goodbye he could of sworn you had hugged Yorichii just a little bit tighter than him, Smiled a little bigger, Looked a little happier.
As he searched the halls for a second time he felt another burst of envy rise up in him, Something that had been occurring more and more lately.
His thoughts stopped when he stepped on an uneven dip in the ground. He felt around with his foot and outlined a frame of sorts.
He looked down to see he was standing on a rug. He then looked up realising that he was at the end of the hallway.
He reached down and pulled away the rug revealing a trapdoor, Assumedly leading down to the basement of the shrine.
A basement? Shrines don't usually have basements, He thought to himself.
He noticed the padlock on the handle was unlocked It was also spotless without a trace of dust, Indicating that it was used often.
He opened the door with a small creak of the wood. It revealed a short stone staircase which lead down to a low-ceiling hallway.
Michikatsu raised an eyebrow. He looked left and right before going down the stairs slowly. One step at a time.
He got down to the bottom of the stairs. The ceiling was certainly low as it grazed the top of Michikatsu's head making him feel uncomfortable in the small passageway.
He walked along the tunnel, each of his footsteps producing a faint echo as he went along. The tunnel was comparably cold to the early summer heat from up top.
At the end of the passageway was a wooden door, It looked old and rigid. Looking at the rest of the shrine this was a surprise for Michikatsu as the rest of it was pristine and in perfect shape compared to the derelict looking door.
He reached the door which he now realised was opened just a slight amount.
He pressed his ear to the door, Listening intently.
The sound of cloth on metal sounded on the other side. It was a sound he recognised well, It was polishing of a sword.
He pushed the door open to find [F/N] sitting on her knees with a strange looking sword in hand, a dry cloth in the other.
"Michi-Nii!" [F/N] jumped in surprise and dropped the cloth.
She sat in a much wider room than the hallway. The stone walls were filled with holding frames and shelves, The majority of them empty but still a good few holding rather precious looking trinkets.
At the end of the room which was facing the door and [F/N] held a sort of table harbouring a headpiece stand, Which was obviously suppose to hold the sword in her hands. It was also home to a kitsune mask hanging above it with eyes that looked like it was staring right through him.
"How'd you find the room?" [F/N] said rather surprised.
"Never mind how I found it. Why are you here?" He asked sternly, As if he was scorning a misbehaving child.
"Why am I in a room inside my own shrine?" [F/N] scoffed lightly.
"More of why didn't you tell me where you were, I was worried and I couldn't find you anywhere." He asked more forceful in tone.
[F/N] seemed confused at his reasoning but chalked it up to him still being a little shaken by their reunion.
"...I'm sorry... Coming in here to tend to the artefacts here is apart of my weekly rounds." She explained. A meek look appearing on her face.
Michikatsu sighed.
"Alright then. But please, Tell me next time you wander off into some hidden basement." He said in a softer voice leading to [F/N] calming down.
"What is this room anyways?" Michikatsu asked, Examining the room.
[F/N] peaked up, A sparkle of excitement in her eyes.
"Oh! Well according to the blueprints and builders logs I've found in the library this room was specially built to hold the shrine's treasures. Oh! Wait, hold on!" [F/N] exclaimed.
She reached over to the table in front of her and pulled out a fairly tiny roll of parchment paper, Unfolding it she displayed it to Michikatsu who looked down reading it.
"Apparently one of the noble-clanswoman paying for the building of the shrine here had a really steamy affair with some hot-shot samurai who use to gift her a TON of gifts" [F/N] explained with a passion, Her eyes held a glint of story.
"So to hide them away from her husband she built this little hidey-hole so he wouldn't discover them" She finished.
"What happened to her?" Michikatsu asked, Entertaining her passion.
She only shrugged though.
"No clue, The rest of the parchment was torn and I haven't found the other half..." She said, Disappointment filling her voice.
Michikatsu nodded and looked towards the sword in [F/N]'s lap.
"I can understand the other little objects around here but a sword?" Michikatsu said dumfounded.
[F/N] shook her head.
"No! No. The only two items in the room that weren't a gift was this sword and the kitsune mask hanging over there" She said, Pointing towards the kitsune mask hung by rope.
"Then what are they doing here?"
"They're the shintai that were suppose to be worshipped here at the shrine." [F/N] stretched over and tugged the hanging mask off the rope and presented both it and the sword to Michikatsu, Signalling him to take it.
As he did she told him to be careful while holding them.
The sword was nothing similar to any Katana he's wielded, Nor was it like anything he'd seen in the country. Instead it was built like a very large medieval English sword with the only hint of Japanese influence being the blue hilt which resembled the typical katana.
One side of the sharpened blade was covered in a sort of second sharper metal which glimmered azure in the dim light of the room.
The mask however was oddly designed compared to the usual festival mask. It was made of porcelain and its eyes were carved in a sort of wide eyed stare, The whites of it being a dark black and the pupils sapphire.
Thick cerulean marks adorned the mask, Swirling around the mask and centring at the bullseye of the mask. Except for the ears which were deeply patterned with swirls and flower-esque designs culminating at the covered tips.
The two items radiated a sort of energy from both which Michikatsu couldn't place.
"They're twin artefacts. It's said in the shrines folklore that they belonged to Inari Okami themselves gifted to them by their father, Izanagi. And from the heavens above they dropped them on accident and both the sword and the mask fell to here, The mortal realm" She explained with low wonder.
"The sword is named very bluntly as "The Soul Sword". It's called that because it's said by the previous shrine maidens that when a person is killed by the blade the soul of the person is absorbed into it and prevented from passing onto the afterlife. An eternity in the blade." She told as if it was rehearsed, It probably was.
She pointed to the Mask
"The mask however isn't named but it's said to warp the body of the user to their desire, Disguising themselves completely." She said.
"And does it work?" Michikatsu asked, Studying the mask.
"Haven't tried. It's a sacred artefact of the shrine. It would be a disrespect to Inari if I did." She stated.
Michikatsu examined both of the artefacts as [F/N] rambled away on the tale of the two, They were very well kept.
"You really know a lot about this stuff. Don't you?" He said more of to himself.
[F/N] nodded.
"Yeah. I guess it's just something I'm passionate about" She muttered.
Suddenly, Their conversation was interrupted by a voice upstairs calling out.
"Nii-San! [F/N]!" Yorichii called out from up above them, Voice faint and muffled from the thick stone walls.
Michikatsu groaned being mildly annoyed at being interrupted by Yorichii. [F/N] perked up however.
"That's Yorichii. Better go see what he needs!" She said. [F/N] grabbed both the sword and the mask from Michikatsu's grasp and settling them back with care onto their designed positions, As well as rolling up the parchment paper and putting it under the table
She dusted off her beryl coloured haori and got up from the tatami mat she was sitting on.
"Come on, Better not keep him waiting!" [F/N] said making her way out without waiting for Michikatsu, Who quickly followed after.
They made their way back up the stairs to find Yorichii a few metre's down the hall. He was standing there watching them come up with an arm stretched out, A crow perched neatly on it with a small roll of parchment paper tied to its neck by a string.
"What is it, Yorichii?" Michikatsu asked eyeing the crow.
"Oyataka-sama has summoned us to the headquarters, Urgent meeting." Yorichii said, a tint of unhappiness in his voice.
Michikatsu's face scrunched up in resentment, Obviously not excited by the news.
[F/N] frowned.
"..You've got to leave?" She asked looking up at Michikatsu who looked back with her with an expression saying that he didn't want to. But Yorichii's voice maintained importance.
"..I suppose so.." He said reluctantly. Not wanting to leave his sister alone. His eyes expanded with an idea formed in his head.
"Why don't you come with us, [F/N]?" Michikatsu asked going to stand next to Yorichii. The crow once perched on his arm squawked once. And with a flap of its wings it took off out an ajar window.
[F/N]'s palms suddenly got sweaty at the thought. Her shoulders felt heavy and slumped down with her face portraying one of heavy adversion
She shook her head, Michikatsu's face fell.
"It's not a long trip if that's what you're worried about, If you get tired we can get a horse or I could carry you-" Michikatsu was cut off by [F/N]'s hum of disapproval.
"It's not the trip. It's just I really don't want to leave the shrine unattended y'know?" She asserted. Evidently after spending an entire decade in it's walls she had grown dependant and attached so much to the point she couldn't journey far out of it.
"You can leave the shrine for a few days. Just please come with us, It'll be fine." Michikatsu reasoned, a small ounce of anxiety rising up into his chest at the thought of her being left.
[F/N] shook her head again.
"No, I'm sorry. But it's not forever, You can still come visit!" She spouted in an asking tone, Waiting for him to confirm.
Michikatsu shared a look with Yorichii. Yorichii's look told him he agreed with their sister while Michikatsu's only told of aversion.
However feeling outnumbered in the situation he reluctantly sighed and agreed to [F/N]'s proposal.
With a heavy heart and bag of food [F/N] prepared for their journey, Michikatsu spared one last look to see her before heading out into the forest.
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In the five months that passed from that day forward were probably the happiest days of [F/N]'s life.
Every few days her brothers would come and visit her at the shrine after a mission and they'd stay for around two days before the crow came along and the process started all over again.
She'd even arranged them their own little rooms and the crow would come in advance to announce their arrival so she could prepare them food.
It was nice to be reunited with her family after a decade of solitude. The routine they got into was nice and became sort of domestic.
Though, Over the months [F/N] couldn't help but notice a sort of tension between Michikatsu and Yorichii however it was one-sided. Only Michikatsu initiated it while Yorichii was none the wiser.
It seemed more aggressive as the months went on. Michikatsu focused more on his training similar to what he did when they were younger. He'd have more hostility towards Yorichii and weirdest of all he seemed much more clingy and possessive towards her.
However [F/N] didn't like to think of it. While she knew it was there and she knew they'd have to talk about it at some point, She decided that it'd be better to wait for the right time to bring it up.
Everyday [F/N] would get up at around seven in the morning to do her rounds, Collect food and pray to Inari for an hour or two before going out to the main wooden shrine steps to sit and wait for her brothers to return.
When they did they would eat together, They'd tell stories of their mission no matter how surface level and vague they described it. They'd train outside in the courtyard while [F/N] watched from the steps in awe at their skill.
She recalled back to her childhood and her dream of becoming a samurai like her brothers, While it was true she now favoured the shrine over that old fairy-tale it didn't mean that she still didn't ponder over it often, Daydream while she brushed the floors, Envision the swing of a sword when she spun the brush around.
However of course, It was just a pipe dream. Just a silly pipe dream. But often she asked herself: Why not both?
[F/N] watched Michikatsu from the steps as he practiced sword swings in the shrine courtyard, Taking occasional glances at his sister to make sure she was watching him. The thought ran throughout her head. While she hadn't picked up a sword before other than The Soul Sword (Which at times, She lightly swung it around before setting it down. Then right after feeling ashamed for using a sacred artefact she proceeded to pray for forgiveness at the altar)
She was sure she could try.
While Michikatsu was swinging his sword she had got up from the step with a stumble. She wobbled a little and grabbed the handle bars to steady herself.
She took a deep breath and slowly walked down the stairs which suddenly seemed like a herculean task.
She set her sandal-covered feet onto the courtyard with an unnecessary effort and started walking towards Michikatsu who was only a few metre's ahead of her.
With every step she took her body seemed to get heavier. It felt like weights were being tied to her ankles every time she lifted her foot.
The distance seemed to widen between her and her brother. Her eyelids seemed to get heavier too.
And with another single undignified step her knees collapsed on her. She fell down to the floor with a thump! as her body relaxed and crumpled over on the ground.
Her eyes got blurry as she saw Michikatsu rush over to her tired body and listened to him shout out something she couldn't hear
She closed her eyes and untensed her body. Falling into the pitch black void of unconciousness.
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[F/N] lay motionless in her bed.
A wet cloth lay over her forehead and a light blanket was lain on top of her.
It was two months since that day she collapsed. She was carried by Michikatsu and was rushed to the nearest village where she was seen by a doctor who gave her the diagnosis.
It was her mothers illness, Turning out to be hereditary and passed down onto [F/N]. However this seemed to be more severe and had developed into later stages quickly.
The doctor had said that she should be put in bedrest but despite Michikatsu's yelling and paranoid yelling there was no cure.
The first few days consisted of Michikatsu being hunched over her bed refusing to leave her side. Over the two months he had grown even worse than he did before.
He was angry before. Competitive, Hostile, Aggressive you name it. But now?
Now he was paranoid, Jumpy, Clingy piled on with all of those traits before.
Yorichii couldn't get through to him, He didn't hide his ire towards Yorichii now and hissed insults at him whenever he tried to speak to Michikatsu.
The first month was Michikatsu searching for a cure. He'd travel from village to village trying to find a doctor who could cure [F/N]. He scoured the Shrine's libraries and had gone mad trying.
Four days ago he had told [F/N] that he was going out again and that she was not to leave her bed unless she was going to get food or do her prayers, Which [F/N] had begged to be allowed.
He had stocked up enough food and water in the pantry for his trip when he left.
He told her that he would be back in two days, It was four now. Yorichii had been with her the first month but after he was called out on a very important mission he never came back.
When she asked Michikatsu what happened to him, He wouldn't tell her.
To say [F/N] was worried was an understatement. Michikatsu was never late, He'd always sent his crow to let her know even if he was.
Suddenly she was aware of a loud creaking. The main shrine gates.
Michikatsu must be back, [F/N] thought. A rush of excitement ran through her and overpowered the cold sweat of her sickness.
She'd gotten up from her futon and wrapped herself in her blanket to prevent the cold winter air from bothering her too much.
It was snowing outside. A blizzard had grown strong while she had slept earlier. Before when she was well in the health department she had prepared well for the winter and could survive during it, Making the inside of the shrine warm all throughout the season.
Now however that she depended on her brothers who were nowhere to be found the cold permeated the hallways and stung the tips of her fingers and nose.
She shivered and slid open the shoji doors to hobble through the hallways towards the courtyard, Ready to greet Michikatsu.
However when she quietly opened the door she wasn't greeted by Michikatsu. But instead two strange men with swords standing in the snowstorm. who hadn't seem to notice her yet
"This is it? Seems rundown." One of the men said
"According to his crow this is where he has been staying for the past few months. He must be here, Someone must pay for what he did and hiding here won't prevent what's coming to him." The other growled, Anger etched onto his features.
[F/N], A little insulted at her shrine being called run down, Made herself known by letting out a loud cough.
"Who are you? And what are you doing at my shrine?" The girl asked
The two looked up at the source. Their hands jumped to their sheathed swords as they looked up at her in antagonism.
They slowly approached her, So much so that they were now standing under the wooden porch roof.
[F/N] stumbled back in a way of getting distance between her and the men.
The one that called her shrine rundown stepped forward. He bowed down in respect to her.
"Greetings there. We're sorry to trouble you but we're looking for a man. His name is Yorichii Tsugikuni. He wears hanafuda earing's and his hair in a ponytail. Have you seen him anywhere?" He said.
Swords. Right. These must be Yorichii's colleagues. [F/N] relaxed slightly.
"Oh, You two must be his co-workers!" She exclaimed, Relief flooding her system.
She curtsied in respect.
"My name is [F/N] Tsugikuni. I am his younger sister, Unfortunately I haven't seen him for a month or two and I don't know where he's been. Apologies." I sighed.
The two men looked at each other.
"Sister? You're his sister?" The angrier one said, A hint of hostility in his voice.
Suddenly a chill ran up her spine, Something was wrong.
"Uhm.. Yes." [F/N] said with caution. Though she was tempted to lie, It just wasn't in her nature.
The angrier man now referred to as Man A gripped the hilt of his sheathed sword tighter.
"Well. I don't know if you know this but two months ago your brother... Messed up, Per se. Causing a great loss towards the demon corps..." He said. His words implied something unknown to [F/N]. The corners of her lips twitched. Demon corps? Messed up? The meaning eluding her.
"A lot of people got hurt. Including our father." Man A sneered. His face the exact visage of vengeance.
Man B behind him wasn't as such but still held a face of stone.
The realisation of what was happening hit [F/N] like a freight train. Her hands grew sweaty as they quickly rushed the shoji doors.
"I... I am so sorry to hear that. B-But unfortunately my brother isn't here right now... I've got to go tend to the haiden. Please, Come back later." Her voice trembled and shook despite how much she tried to keep her tone steady and confident.
As her hands tried to quickly shut the shoji doors the metal of a sword stopped the doors from opening fully.
[F/N] yelped and stumbled back from the door. The two men forced their way into the shrine hallway. [F/N] felt her back hit the wall.
"I'm sorry about what is to happen. But Yorichii Tsugikuni needs to pay for what he did and the death of his sister will bring about our revenge. Please forgive us." Man B said finally unsheathing his sword.
Run.
[F/N]'s feet grew light as she took off down the shrine hall, The two men hot on her tail as she careened round the corners and throughout the shrine.
She felt her heart pound heavy in her chest. Both from the almost paralysing fear and the illness coursing throughout her system.
Her legs felt weak but carried on. Her pace just a little bit faster than the men behind her despite all odds, She unconsciously thanked the hours she spent out in the woods running around for resources.
Tears burst like a dam from her eyes and flew from her eyes as she sprinted. Choked sobs periodically interrupted the heavy breaths she took from running.
The faster she ran, The more corners she turned the more thoughts ran rampant throughout her head.
Exits? Only the main gate which she was currently running away from and were closed on the way in, It takes too much time to open those doors and the men would catch up to her in no time. Convince them to stop? Impossible. The men seemed determined in their goal and no amount of talking would change anything. The hidden room? On the other side of the shrine and she didn't have the key on her
[F/N] had gained a bit of distance from the men at this point, Having shook them off her trail for a very short amount of time.
She ran to where her heart took her, To the place she felt safest.
The offering hall which use to look bright and full of flowers, baskets of food and was spotless now was empty and cold. The candles went long unlit and a bit of dust built up and went into the air when she slammed open the doors, Making her cough.
[F/N] ran to the altar with her legs trembling. She fell to her knees in front of it crying her eyes out. Her body positioned into its usual prayer formation as she choked out her sobs.
"Please! Inari. I-I'm going to die... I haven't asked for anything from the day I've got here... Please spare my life.. L-Let me live! I don't want to die, Inari. Please.. Please.." [F/N] broke down in front of the altar as she chanted please over and over again like a sacred sutra.
She wailed quietly in front of the shrine letting all her emotions out from her eyes.
She never noticed the men standing behind her as she prayed. Their expressions serious and unaffected by the girl's unheard prayers.
Man A raised his katana. Holding it in his grasp he raised it high above his head.
And with a yell he swiftly brought it down.
Blood splattered the offerings room. Drenching the two men and the girl below, The blade going straight through her back.
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Cold.
It was so cold.
The men had left her there bleeding, How long ago she didn't know.
She had made her way out of the shrine. Past the main doors, Past the entrance gate and the pathway and out into the main part of the forest.
The blade had went right through her chest out the other side, She gripped it tightly while the blood stained her dragon-patterned haori colouring it crimson.
It was a miracle she had got this far out into the blizzard. The tip of her nose had frozen and her jaw chattered letting out cold air.
She weakly turtled into her haori for warmth however it proved futile.
The white snow behind her left a red trail as she walked.
Soon enough it was too much.
Soon enough, She collapsed.
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Quickly throughout the forest, Kokushibo ran quickly up the mountain through the unrelenting blizzard, Which never stung him in the slightest.
It had only been a few hours since he woke up from consuming that man's blood. His appearance now changed from the transformation which took three days to complete.
He carried a vial of that mans blood in one of his hands. He remembered the deal vividly in his mind.
Strength for him, A way to become stronger. Stronger than his brother. A way to avoid the eventual fate of all those who bore the demon slayer mark.
And a vial of that man's blood to save his dying sister.
He ran like hell. Snow crunching from the rapid footsteps behind him.
He stopped however, When the faintest scent of blood invaded his senses.
All three sets of his eyes widened.
He picked up his pace again. Now heading toward the smell.
His heartrate picked up. It couldn't be. It can't. [F/N] was alright. She was okay. Even now after becoming a demon, He still felt possessiveness affection towards his sister.
He came to a halt.
His heart dropped to his stomach as he tried to comprehend the sight in front of him. His eyes widened and his jaw slack open.
There in the snow, Lay a body curled up in a fetal position.
Snow had built up on it. It lay motionless buried in the snow.
He recognised it as [F/N].
"[F/N]!!" He yelled, running over to the body.
He fell to his knees in front of her and shoved off all the built up snow.
He pulled her body so her head was laying down on his lap. He shook her gently.
"...[F/N].. Wake up. Come on." He whispered. His shaking now growing more frantic to her lack of response.
He looked at the vial in his right hand.
Opening her mouth he popped open the seal and poured the red liquid into her mouth.
He watched it pour onto her tongue and down her throat. He waited for the reaction.
However, Nothing came.
He waited and waited. Nothing.
He felt his eyes water and flow out from them as the dawning realisation hit him.
He was holding his little sister's corpse in his arms.
He couldn't protect her. She had died and he wasn't there to protect her.
He yelled, Screamed and cried. In anger, Frustration, Sorrow, Guilt and mourning for his loss. He couldn't do anything.
However when he finally noticed the stab wound he realised this was murder. He could do something.
He carried his sister's body in his arms and pulled her close to his chest as he quietly grieved for her.
He brought her body back to her beloved shrine and set her down at the head of the shrine where she loved the most.
He'd deal with her body later. But for now he had to get revenge for the death of his little sister.
Using his blood demon art to make a sword he gripped it tight.
He set off into the blizzard already with a scent on the targets.
He looked back once at the shrine. The last remaining parts of his humanity dying in there with his sister
And with that he left. Never to look back again.
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It was five hundred years ago.
Kokushibo began reminiscing when he sat in front of her gravestone. What he did that night.
He had gotten his revenge, The two slayers slowly tortured and then eaten by him. Their screams and their pleads for mercy when they showed [F/N] none.
He had started with the fingers and toes, Then he moved up to the lower limbs, Slowly he ate them alive. He made one of them watch him while he ate, All before he moved onto them.
He made them confess who killed her to which after a little persuasion they admitted easily.
They got the worst of it, He didn't even eat him after the torture. Just left him pinned to a tree bleeding out. He had put him up high only giving him the options of freezing to death, bleeding out or dying from the fall.
The memories rewound in his head like a film. Flashing memories of when she was born and he got to cradle her in his arms. All the way up until he only held her lifeless corpse, Killed too soon.
He had mourned for a long time after that, Never really getting over her death, Not even now as he set down the new flowers on her grave built near the house they grew up in.
He couldn't bring himself to consume her body, He could never. It was too much.
He got up and dusted himself off, Just like she use to do.
He turned away and walked into the night, Melding into the shadows as he went off to find his next meal.
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The morning rays shun down on the Ubuyashiki Estate. Flowers in full bloom with wisteria ripe in the air.
Birds chirped and grasshoppers hummed in the bushes. The neatly trimmed and well kept garden a fit home for them
The Hashira had gathered and stood in front of the porch awaiting the arrival of their master. They talked amongst themselves in the meantime.
Mitsuri, The Love Hashira tugged on the hand of another. A soft smile gracing her face.
"Fujimori-san! You should really come out with me sometime, It's been ages since we've done something together!" Mitsuri teased lightly.
Fujimori laughed lightly from behind the kitsune mask with cerulean markings he (he?) wore. The medival english looking sword positioned in front of him pointing downward, His two hands gripping the katana-like hilt.
He was tall and muscular but had more of an athletic build. He had tattoo's from his neck to his lower arms describing pictures typically seen in shrine art.
His blue dragon-patterned haori that was draped around his lower arms lightly wove in the wind along with his [H/C] locks tied into a ponytail.
"What do you mean? We went on a mission together last week!" He chuckled.
Mitsuri huffed and lightly gripped his hand
"When I mean spend time together I mean like we should go to a hot spring or go out to eat together or-" Mitsuri continued rambling on as she listed off possible activities they could do together.
Fujimori, [F/N] listened intently onto her as she talked.
She (She? She.) however was only thinking of his visions: A sick woman, A woman with fox markings and a man in a purple hakama.
She'd need to figure it out later.
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tired-writer04 · 1 year
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Hey, me again. Could I request a Yandere!Kokushibo with a fem!reader who is fascinated by demons?
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Oh my gosh I love this idea so much! I got you bro 😌!
How... Fascinating
Yan Kokushibo x fem reader
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You’ve had always seen many demons before. And for the most part, they all looked different in their own ways. But the one in front of you was...the most fascinating one that you've ever seen.
what looked to be a normal human male. Well, he had been until you saw his six eyes glaring down on you. Not to mention his katana which also held many eyes on it as well. Your interest soon rising up. 
From the looks of it. You weren’t the only one that couldn’t help but stare. 
Kokushibo was also quite intrigued by you as well. Most people who had the misfortune of meeting him like this would always scream and try to run away. Only to have been killed by the very katana that the human girl before him seemed to have been looking at it in amazement. 
But the human girl in front of him did nothing of the sorts. Instead, her eyes seemed to have glowed in curiosity and hold much innocence. If he had been fair. The human girl had made him curious of her himself. 
‘You...what is you name girl.” He said as he lifted his katana towards her. 
With no hesitation the girl only smiled towards the demon. ‘My names Y/n! What would your name be mister?” 
Kokushibo only hummed muttering your name before disappearing in whole. Leaving you to look around in shock and in disappointment as the fascinating new demon that had caught your eye had managed to leave without a trace. Leaving you to sadly return back home. All without noticing those same six eyes curiously following your every move. 
You didn’t have to worry though, as the both of you would reunite very soon. 
Kokushibo would stalk you from afar. Always making sure to keep a distance so you wouldn’t notice him. But also, so he could keep a close eye on you as well. 
He was quiet. Making sure to hide behind a tree to not be seen by you. Wherever you went as long as it was night. Kokushibo was never too far behind. 
Following you around. He found that you were far too interested in demons for your own good. A demon could have been right about to devour you and you’d just stand there amazed. As if you weren’t in a very deadly situation. 
Luckily and unlucky for you. Lucky Because he was there keeping a watchful eye on you. He’d made sure to kill off those that even dared to think of getting too close to you. Unlucky for you, because of Kokushibou’s threatening presence. No demons were dumb enough to even go near the uppermoon. 
You being fascinated by other demons would greatly annoy him. To him, it just showed him that he was just like all the rest of those lowly demons. And that angered him. All because it wasn’t true! He was the strongest among them just under their master of course. 
The look you gave him that night. Was it all fake? He couldn’t help but get angered. Mostly at the thought...if you were to ever met him. That damn twin of his. Would you look at him the way you had when you saw him? The thought of you having most of your attention on his twin infuriated him. 
No, you were only to look at him that way. Only to look at him in such amazement. So, he decided that tonight would be the night that you would be rightfully his. His to claim and keep for himself. You wouldn’t need anyone else as long as you had him. He was sure of it. 
So making his presence finally known. Your eyes locked his very own. 
“Hey, it’s you again! You know. I would have never thought to run into you again!” You smiled brightly towards him not knowing the danger you were in. And if you had, he guessed you just didn’t care. Yet another interesting thing about you he was curious of. You were a rather strange one.
He was to lost in thought to notice you carelessly reaching up a hand and held his face in your hands. 
“You have so many eyes! How fascinating!” You spoke. His felt cold heart begin to quicken seeing you smile up towards him. You skin felt so warm compared to his.  He was quick to copy your own movements as he held your own face in his much larger ones. All while holding your own hand that still on his face as well.
‘I believe that you...are by far...the most interesting one my dear.” the sound of his voice made you shiver.
‘Humans tend to run away in the face of danger....yet you...seem to enjoy it. How....fascinating indeed. I’m glad...to be able to learn more now that...you are in my arms.” 
You paused in slight fear as his grip on you seemed to tighten. Well, this wasn’t good-
“And now...that I have you. I won’t ever let you...leave my side. you’ll be for my eyes and my eyes...only. Just like...I will be for you. “
Just as you were about to say another word. A sound of what you thought was a Biwa strung. Leaving you to soon fall in a pit of darkness. You’ll be his for now on. Just as much as he will be yours. 
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Would it be alright to ask for a Yandere Kokushibo with a reincarnated darling that used to be his first love whom he regretted leaving perhaps?
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Yandere Kokushibo x Reincarnated Reader
As a man, he was never happy with his own life. Always looking enviously at the back of his brother who had made something of himself and was thriving in the path he had chosen. So much so that he failed to be present in his own life. 
“Michikatsu…would you ask me to marry you?”
The echo of the memory rang in his ears as he watched the armed spouse of one of the hashira. Armed with a Nichirin blade they sliced the lower demons Kokushibo was following into bits with extreme skill. He couldn’t bring himself to look away, trying to grasp the possibility of this.
“Has it been that long?”
To think he was now powerful enough to live past a cycle of humanity to see you once again. The only thing not guaranteed by his not so newfound power was your love which he was sure to miss with this new iteration of you.
“That must be one of the twelve kizuki. What are the odds I kill that I distract that thing long enough for you to escape?”
It hurts. To see you protectively guarding the hashira you are married to. It's disgusting that it's, not him. So he makes a point to kill your partner or at least have them struggling underneath while he starts his spiel. 
“Are you not ruined, knowing your…partner is going to die because you are weak?” 
“Well I’m sure it will hurt...but its better to have loved than lost.”
That breaks him. To hear it from those lips he remembers grazing in teasing kisses. He either lets his anger swell and kill your partner or he releases you. Letting you carry your injured partner away as your curious about why the kizuki left. It might be convenient that the sun rises when he does this but he never forgets. 
Mulling over your likeness to his love lost. He debates even informing Muzan of this but he ultimately keeps it to himself. Instead out of his own selfish desire he’ll inject you with Muzan’s blood, specifically when your partner is near, forcing the one who stole you from him, to either watch you turn into their enemy or writhe in pain as you die. 
“Love being lost…is just another thing lost to me all because of him.” 
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Could you do a fanfic with you demon slayer fanfic idea with reader having the same personality as daki but worst and visiting them and was attacked by a hashira and had to call one of her siblings
*『koku-nii』
Yandere uppermoon {kokushibo} × little sister reader
Fanfic idea
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'This is to easy.' The hashira avoided the array of pin like crystal that came flying towards him with a slash of his breathing. 'Somthing isn't right here.' He could feel it in his bones a she watched uppermoon zero send out more crystal's from the ground in which he weaved and dodge once more. The crystal's on her face that formed in the middle of head in the shape of a butterfly glowed allowing for crystal like butterfly to fly through the air.
"I can you feel you getting weaker and slower! Your a hashira right! If I kill you here I will certainly expect some praise!" The demons voice was sickenly gleeful on such a beautiful face. Her Kimono , that split open to show a leg that wore geta sandals and a ankle long white sock , fluttered in the wind like falling angel wings. Maybe she was one.
The hashira stared at the demon who was taunting him much like how a child would. ‘Something isn't right here.’ he thought as he easily deflected away another array of crystals coming his way. ‘There's no way it should be this easy right.’ this was an uppermoon of course but even he was getting bored with this battle. ‘Doesn't matter anyway…’ he activated his breathing as he slashed forward in an instant and behind the demon. “Cause your through” 
The demon was quick to try to snap her head around with the anger on her beautiful face clear as day. “What did you just say to me you li-” and then suddenly the world was upside down and spinning as she collapsed like a marionette without its strings attached as her head gently rolled on the ground as her body slumped to the ground on its side. “Huh?”
“Do you mind telling me where your little demon friend is hiding.” he watched those e/c eyes glare at him from the floor. “Since you're too weak to be the one who killed all those slayers.” he got an angry screech in response. “What is that supposed to mean! I really am an uppermoon ,I am! I'll kill you for your insolence!” he looked down at the demon on the floor with confused eyes. “Can't kill me if you're dead.” His voice was flat and deadpanned.
“It's not over yet , You just caught me off guard! If I put my head back on, I'll show you! You wont get me a second time”
“You're right I won't get you a second time cause there isnt going to be a second time.”
“But-”
“Stop it , it's over. You're over so why don't you just go ahead and die already. Your reign of terror is over.” he was about ready to stop entertaining this soon-to-be-dead demon when suddenly he felt something. ‘What the-’ all the hairs on his body stood to attention as he narrowly avoided a thin crystal needle coming at him. ‘Hold on, wait a minute, why isn't she disintegrating.’
“How dare you!How dare you! How dare you!” the shrill voice on the angry demon renovated throughout the forest as she sat up onto her hands and knees, head forgotten in favor of slamming the ground down in anger. “DIE! DIE! DIE! all of you slayers can die!” the demon continued her babbling angry rant as the hashira stared on in growing confusion. “I'm an upper moon!i'm strong and i'm getting stronger everyday! I'm better than you!I'm better than you, you hear me!” The woman now had angry frustrated tears streaming down her face looking and acting too much like a child in dire need of comfort.
“My head got cut off! It got cut off! He cut it off!”
‘Wait hold on , who is she complaining to-’
And suddenly with a hand raised in the air that once more slammed onto the ground she released what felt like death itself.
“KOKU-NIIIIIIIIIIII”
And before the hashira could comprehend what was happening there was a sudden burst of unimaginable bloodlust throughout the area as something started to emerge from the female demon's back. Suddenly he was swinging forward as every instinct in his body since becoming a demon slayer activated in a sudden urge and need to kill the literal death-bringing-thing coming out from where it was hidden with his katana. And yet as soon as he neared the thing , inches away , his katana cut through nothing.
And then he heard sniffling and a whine and his head quickly snapped behind him to see the demoness , crying softly into a hand that cupped the side of her face gently as she tried in vain to whip away her rapidly falling tears. Head now attached to her body with a person crouched in front of her. “Y-you saw what he did right.” Her voice was soft and shaky , reminding the slayer of a crying child and not of a heartless demon that he knew she was. “I wasn't doing anything and yet-” she sounded like another slot of tears was going to come out as the last of her sentence wobbled out.
The slayer stood to the back , uncertain of what to do. Even for someone like him the back to back abnormalities were coming quickly and he felt as though he needed some time to rest.readying himself he quickly zipped across the room only to jump back when his face came too close to being sliced in half by a sword. ‘Shit.’ He could feel blood begin to dribble down from his head as his eyes finally found the new occupant in the room. ‘Double shit.’ cause staring back at him were six eyes , the middle pair having kanji written in it.
Uppermoon 1 
“I knew something was off.” the slayer mumbled as he looked the upper moon up and down. ‘This is bad. I can feel it in my bones.’ He watched as the girl, not a woman , never to grow up and be one continued to cry to herself in the background. ‘Not to mention that one aint exited from the land of the living yet. What the absolute hell is going on here.’ he stepped back , a bit nervously , when uppermoon took a stance that blocked most of his view of the woman.
“You must be a hashira.” The demon talked slowly, giving his tone that of a gravitas one. ‘His whole aura screams unnerving tranquility.as if he's in control of everything.’ The hashira got into a stance , hands on the handle of his katana ready to strike at a moment's notice. “Yes I am.” he watched as the demon brought down his katana also into a stance ready to fight. “Good.” he said. “Maybe you'll last longer…than the others.” and with a swing of the katanas and the swirl of crystals the fight was on.
hours later y/n would give kokushibo her gift she meant to give him before she attacked in the midst of a bloody massacre. A hand carved comb with little dragons painted onto it to with white crystals. It would the next night when y/n had combined herself with him that he would genly touched the comb hidden away in his kimono as he stared up at the moon.
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raiinbqw · 1 year
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CHERISH
warnings: yandere behavior, violence, toxicity, burning
characters: Kokushibo/Michikatsu Tsugikuni, Yoriichi Tsugikuni (mentioned)
tags: @tired-writer04, @taisho-era-secret
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HOLDING the sweet sunflower hairpin in your hands, you recalled the moment he had given you it. You felt like you were floating on clouds that day.
You and Yoriichi were inseparable. He’d always make time to spend with you. No matter what the cost, Yoriichi was a sweetheart to you, and would do anything for you. Throughout of friendship and bonding with one another, you start to gain feelings for the ponytailed demon slayer. Of course, he has also had feelings for you. The day you both confessed was extremely romantic, butterflies had filled both your stomachs as you stared into the eyes of one another. He had given you that beautiful hairpin that day.
You had planned to spend the rest of your life with Yoriichi, your best friend, your love, your life, your reason to live.
But that’s nothing but a distant memory, a dream, a fantasy. Something that could have happened if it wasn’t for him. The more you stared at the hairpin, you began to resent your captor, your crazy, deranged, heartless captor who claims to love you, but has no intention of leaving you unpunished or unharmed.
“Stupid fucking demon…” You growled in anger as you silently cursed the six-eyed demon who had actual been in the room.
“I knew…you were bold, ….but I certainly ….didn’t think you were …stupid.” You met eye to eyes with the Uppermoon One himself, looking at you with such anger compressed inside him as his six, glowing eyes bore into your two very frightened ones. Michikatsu Tsugikuni, the brother of your love, the man you yearned to see again, but know fully well you don’t. You had no idea he was so obsessed with you….he just kidnapped you and took you to the Infinity Castle like this.
“I-I’m sorry! D-Don’t hurt me!” You backed into the corner, your hands shaking as you hid the hairpin behind your back. Unfortunately, Kokushibo saw right through your antics and grabbed the hairpin, playing with it between his fingers. “What…is..that..?”
“I don’t want to tell you!”
“…” His silence was scary enough to make you talk in an instant. You already knew he was not the type of person that is fond of stalling or beating around the bush. You didn’t know if you wanted to show Kokushibo the gift, clearly he’d get rid of it if he found out who gave it to you. Though, maybe it won’t have to go that far.
“I-It’s a gift…from someone long ago. It’s very special to me so don’t touch it.”
The ponytailed demon was silent. The hairpin looked so cheap, so worthless…it couldn’t be because you like the style…it must’ve been the person who gave it to you, that’s the only explanation.
“Who…gave you…this?”
Oh no…he’s onto you. You couldn’t bare to imagine what would happen to you or the hairpin if you told Kokushibo who this was from. Of course, you couldn’t stand to see his gaze for any longer before the waterworks.
“F-From…Y-Yoriichi..”
KOKUSHIBO was dead silent. Not even his footsteps made a sound. You shouldn’t have said that. You should’ve lied, it would’ve been simpler just to lie. Why did you have to tell him. Shit, he’s right in front of you, his glowing yellow eyes starind directly at yours.
“Give it to me.”
You look at him like he’s insane. Scratch that, he IS insane. You weren’t about to give your sacred hairpin to this six eyed maniac. Of course…whatever you do comes back to you. Kokushibo didn’t react to you hoarding your hairpin, but he was angry and a little hurt at this. Eventually, he grabs your arm, practically crushing it.
He brought you to a fire in the middle of the woods. The moon shined throughout the night and there was no noise in the forest. It was painstakingly and frighteningly dark and quiet in this place. The only thing you heard of was crackling of the bright fire in front of your face.
Suddenly you felt your hand that held the hairpin burning rapidly by the minute. You looked to see Kokushibo sticking your arm….into the fire.
He didn’t react to your cries or screams of pain. He didn’t care that you lost something important to you. He didn’t care about how much you thought he was a monster. You were his, and his only.
Minutes go by, and he’s still burning your hand.
“K-Kokushibo…please stop…it burns….I’m sorry..”
Kokushibo sighed and removed your hand from the fire. Your hand and half of your arm was burnt to a crisp. The hairpin was gone. The only thing you had left of your love was gone.
Kokushibo disappeared out your sight, but he still had eye everywhere for you. You sat, just watching the fire, knowing the one thing you loved, the one thing you admired and appreciated was gone.
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In The Moon's Shadow (Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch1 Promise
A few things to know before reading this story.
1. This is a Yandere-ish story. I in NO way support any of that kind of relationship in real life! 
2. This is a story with Demons from Demon Slayer so expect there to be some fighting, cussing, blood, mentioned killing, and other such things. Although they WILL be way toned down.
3. Kokushibo isn't going to be much of a yandere and more of having no idea how human relationships work but that's because Im not used to writing full blown yanderes. So the relationship will be non-toxic.
4. This IS an AU. So barely anything will be cannon.
5. If any chapters have warnings please read and heed them.
Thank you for reading.
Y/n is lucky to have such a simple life in a world where humans and demons lived side by side and tension was always present. She always told herself she was lucky to never have any big attention. Until she's caught in trouble's shadow. Unfortunately once trouble tastes a peaceful life it wants nothing more than to sink itself into that peace
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The embodiment of darkness was enticing to say the least. Especially with herself entangled within his grip. It felt…
c o l d.
So cold, so frightening. Yet so familiar. The blood ran cold. Eyes deeply staring through the soul wriggling, squirming in its hold. White teeth gleaming beside the eyes in a smile that was not threatening nor welcoming. It was just…there. There for her, the one caught up into the grip of the night. the only thing they could do for them was finish them off — even if it was they who would have to suffer then.
“I know that I’m not allowed to, and that you’ll be filled with disgust towards me, so I didn’t tell you that I loved you… Until the end."
Lines were blurring. Obsession with love. Madness within clarity. Starvation of touch with longing of burning loneliness. Passion and poison. Breaths were warm despite his cold body. Eyes soft despite their own desire filled look. Grip firm but restrained so much it hurts him how cautious he was being to not harm. Her soft skin burnt him! It burnt, it burnt-
It lit up his soul with unresolved longing he was never able to fulfill like this with anything else in his life.
"You came back. ...Why?"
"Ah yes. I remember the day I died. You may ask what I'm still doing here in nothing but my bleeding heart. It's a promise I made to a dear friend and even if that friend doesn't remember that promise I will go to her and apologize."
Whispered murmurs against lips. Close as lovers could ever be. Arms around each other's bodies like a whirlwind would pull them away. Eyes closing with one last murmur against her lips.
"Why apologize? It's simple really....Death is never an apology."
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Hellooo I saw your request are open my eyes literally sparkled! Anyway. can I request a Yandere Kokushibo X fem reader where the reader escaped Kokushibo after months of being caged from his grasp,( this is where the timeskip go). Two or three years later Kokushibo managed to find her again not until he noticed a child who looks human but has demon powers (Half Demon) you can continue the rest THANK YOU I LOVE YOUR WRITING 🥰
TYYY AND IM VERY SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! I hope u enjoy this. <333
Thank Muzan for the first time ever because he has sent Kokushibo on a long mission. A LONG ONE. NO JOKE.
You would fucking kiss Muzan's feet without hesitation if you see him. For once he is a saviour.
And of course no one likes to be trapped like a caged bird, like bro, you are tired of eating raw fucking carrots everyday because that is all that shitty Kokushibo can manage. He can barely get you clean water and he says that he would bring the stars for you /j.
Of course, you will take this golden opportunity. No more being scared. KOKUSHIBO ISN'T YOUR FUCKING MOM. MAN UP.
And so you started using your brain, higher than Einstein could, to break the fucking complex shitty lock-system that rat-assed hair man left.
I swear your brain hasn't brained so much in like, 7 hours 37 minutes 28 seconds.
What you didn't realize were the horrors that awaited you in the future. Not now though, you were busy eating flowers.
Skip to Kokushibo finds you escaped, rage-quits, goes through the 5 stages of grief and searches the whole milky galaxy for you but somehow doesn't search one small village. Typical Kokushibo to forget to search one village!
5 months later, your belly has popped, like really popped, like a balloon.
I don't know how to describe pregnancy forgive me.
Fast forward to you giving birth in horror to that half-demon child who literally tried to chomp your leg but whew, thank God and not that dumb fucking Kokushibo that the child, or newborn, didn't have teeth at the moment.
You raised the cutie, very dangerous, has killed multiple rats 👍. Villagers always come screaming to you like, "[NAME] THERE ARE RATS IN MY HOUSE HELP MEEEEEE" and your child darts out like Sonic and somehow murders all of them and eats them and no blood is left. You are known as the 'Rat-Killer Lady.' When it is actually your child.
Okay, I have bullshitted enough. Someone stop my hands from typing this much bullshit.
Anyways, Muzan, Your Saviour, decided he didn't want to be your saviour anymore and sent Kokushibo to that one small particular village where you resided.
And we all know what happens next.
Can we get applause for me getting here.
Thank you.
Kokushibo, being Upper Moon 1, obviously sensed the half-demon child. How could he not, when he could smell his own blood in it? And yours too.
Of course, you couldn't smell him like he could smell you. ( my goodness, what the fuck. )
So it took Kokushibo no time to sweep you off your feet once again, this time with a kid.
The end.
Cries.
Bye.
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mrskokushibo · 11 months
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Beg !!!
Kokushibo x Fem!Reader one shot
NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I
Synopsis: Upper Moon One is your lover and you wronged him.... He is angry and you deserve what is coming to you... Are you scared yet?
Warning: This whole scenario is a smut. Violence. Anal. Oral. Penetration. Dom!Kokushibo. Blood (only a little bit). Orgasm denial. Rough sex as punishment. Yandere. Biting. Degradation. Begging. Forced submission. Very explicit content, so beware or.... enjoy.
Word count: 1702
This fic has a sequel now: Forgiveness
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Footsteps echoed in the large hallway. It was him. In just a moment he would enter the chamber. You longed for him, craved him. The knot in your underbelly was now pressing unbearably, all you wanted was to feel his thick length inside you.
But today was different, there was also the terrible lump in your throat, fighting for your attention. What you did was wrong, so terribly wrong… But then again, Kokushibo promised to be back within a week. Weeks went by with no news other than the occasional report that came to Muzan, passed on to you.
And then there was the party, to welcome the young, new upper moon. He was tall with the most perfect physique. His hair was long and almost white and then those sparkling eyes….in all colours of the rainbow. His charisma and charm were overwhelming. In such stark contrast to the dirt, he whispered in your ear by the end of the evening. You could not resist, could anyone? If it was not so wrong it would have been worth it, he was beyond experienced too. The memory of the things he did to you made you blush even now, even though the fear of your approaching lover was gripping you in an ever-tightening vice.
Kokushibo entered the room, without a word put aside his katana, and walked up to you, his eyes glaring at you with a look you have never seen before. You should have fallen to the ground, begged for forgiveness, and apologise, but as silly and stunned as you were, you simply stood up and smiled awkwardly.
``Welcome back, Kokushibo-sama´´.
You felt so uneasy and stupid, but it was now too late to correct this behaviour. Because without uttering a word, he grabbed you by the back of your neck, claws digging into the delicate skin, and pushed you down to the ground, until you were where you should have been from the start: on your knees.
His lip twitched slightly and he bared his fangs in a condescending grin.
``You betrayed me, whore. I thought you were better than to fuck around while I am away. You will pay for this and by the end of it you will be begging me to stop´´.
The look in his eyes was growing more and more terrifying. There was lust, but also something cold and cruel, you only saw this once before… when he was fighting his enemies. A shiver ran down your spine.
`´Is he really going to kill me? ´´ you thought.
Sure, he spared the young upper moon, but only because Muzan intervened. The youngster was obviously valuable to him. This angered Kokushibo even more than your betrayal. But why would he spare you? You were replaceable, only made his lover because of your looks and charm. He could have anyone he pleased… He could now smell your fear, it surged through his senses like a powerful stimulant, it was awakening his aggression and sending it to new heightened levels.
``Do you think I am going to kill you, hm? That would be too easy on you. I still want you around to please me. So no, I shall spare your life, but after tonight you will learn your place´´.
In complete silence, he untied his hakama and revealed his enormous member, already erect, with precum dripping down the shaft. Normally, you would start your usual routine of sucking and licking, but this time you did not even have time to react before his hand twisted your hair in a tight grip and yanked your head forward toward his cock.
``Open your mouth´´ he commanded in a voice so hoarse and deep that despite the overwhelming fear, you felt your juices run down your thigh.
Like a puppet you obeyed and with one brutal move, he shoved the entire length of his cock into your throat. He groaned and started pumping at a relentless tempo. His spare hand was now gripping your throat, while the other was holding a firm grip on the back of your head with your hair tied around his thick wrist. You could barely breathe now, being basically on the verge of fainting. You were seeing stars but for all the wrong reasons. Eventually, you felt his cock grow and within seconds he came deep inside your throat, his orgasm accompanied by a powerful thrust. He kept on pumping, letting all his seed come out properly until pulling out. You slumped on the ground like a ragdoll. Spit and semen dropped out of your ruined mouth.
Without a word, he grabbed you under one of your arms and dragged you to the futon. With ease, possessing such unearthly strength, he tossed you onto the mattress. You were now on your back with him towering over you. With one quick move, he ripped your clothes off exposing your naked body to the beast that he was quickly turning into.
He then removed his kimono. As always, you gasped at the sight of his magnificent, perfectly toned strong body. His black hair clinging to his sweaty chest in unruly locks.
His long, sinewy, and clawed fingers started to trace your folds, spreading them and rubbing slightly. You were wet and needy. A moan left your lips when he parted your folds fully and pressed one of his fingers against your clit. His movement was lewd and lazy. He positioned himself between your legs and in an unkind manner kicked them to the side to make more room for himself. Once again, without a warning, he thrust his cock inside you with one quick move. This time it was your cunt he started abusing. The initial pain quickly dissipated into indescribable pleasure as his full length and girth were hitting all the right spots. Your moans were growing louder, but just as you were nearing your release, he pulled out.
``Do you think I am here to please you, bitch? Do you?´´
He almost hissed into your ear, his weight crushing you under him and leaving you gasping for air. His lips traced down your neck, bared fangs grazing along, leaving marks.
He raised himself up to hover over you and his eyes grew darker. He grinned as he lifted himself off you completely, he was now kneeling between your legs. Very quickly, his huge arms, wrapped around your ass and waist flipped you on your belly. He moved closer to you spreading your legs with his rough hips and thighs. You were aching to come, to make love to him, to feel pleasure, but you did not even dare to think the thought anymore.
``Please, Master, I am so sorry, I really did not mean…´´.
You could not finish your sentence because a large hand firmly covered your mouth.
``Shut up! You will speak when I tell you to speak´´ he growled.
He was now rubbing his hard cock on your folds, only to coat himself with your juices. Once he thought the lubrication was sufficient (for him, but not for you), he stretched your ass with one hand and positioned the tip of his cock on your asshole.
You were truly terrified, `` he would not, would he? `` Sure, the two of you had the occasional anal sex, but he was always gentle, there was sufficient foreplay and extra lubricant. But this? This meant one thing: pain. And the pain you would receive; because as roughly as he handled your mouth and cunt, he now did the same to your ass.
The scream that left your lips was animalistic to say the least. The pain was agonising, but your reaction only seemed to arouse him even more. He leaned down over you and sank his sharp fangs into your back, drawing blood. He was thrusting at a fast and brutal tempo, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin reminded more of a satanic chant than lovemaking.
The force of his thrusts was sending you forward as you tried to hold on to the sheets as best as you could. At this point, tears were rolling down your cheeks and you felt like you were sinking into a dark haze of pain and hopelessness, but also, as sick as it was:....lust.... After what felt like an eternity, he finally released himself in you. Maybe this was finally the end of it, of the punishment.. Maybe now you would get to ease your pent up desire.... But no.
He was now sitting on the futon, his legs spread, his cock already semi erect and his scarred chest glistening with sweat, all the while you were curled up on your side, marked and destroyed. The sheets were stained with cum and blood. But he didn´t let you rest.
His powerful arms pulled you up to a kneeling position in front of him. He gripped your face and moved his close to yours. He was about to kiss you, that would be a relief. But then.. you looked into his eyes and realised, that the cold and cruel fire was still there. So indeed, he kissed you, but this was not a kiss of affection, it was the kiss of possessive power. His long demon tongue was deep in your throat, suffocating you and making you gag. His fangs bit your lip. He pulled away and looked at you.
``Now you will beg me for mercy, for forgiveness. You deserve everything that I am choosing to do to you.´´
He tightened his grip on you.
``So now, slut: BEG! ´´
His deep voice was teasing your insides, stirring up fear and arousal all the same.
`` I am so sorry, Master. I have been stupid, ungrateful. I know that I do not deserve your mercy, but I beg you to stop the punishment, to stop my suffering. I will do anything. Please Master, I beg you for your mercy``.
The look in his eyes softened slightly, the cold rage subsiding, but the savage lust-filled darkness was still there, merciless and wild.
`` I accept your apology, but I´m afraid that there is only one way for you to make your apology mean something``
With one powerful movement, using only one of his arms, he shoved your head into his lap, once again growling his command
``open your mouth´´
and once again he shoved his now fully erect cock into your mouth.
``I am only getting started with you, this will be your lesson to not ever wrong me like this again´´.
And the night was only young…
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This is my very first o/c fanfic. I scribbled it down while working on a longer story.. I hope this wasn't too violent 😅.. My main o/c project is more fluff/nsfw with a very romantic Koku 😍 and I can't wait to share it with you soon 😊.
Thank you guys for inspiring me to start writing fanfiction. I am a writer, but this realm is new to me:
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febuary30thday · 11 months
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Flora, Fauna
Okay, but I'm imagining a demon reader, who uses chlorokinesis as her BDA. But the catch is that she seems so comforting and warm with no ill intention until it's too late.
She is the New Upper Moon Six as a replacement for Daki and Gyutaro, and very often interacts with the Uppermoons so they happen to go yandere for her.
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This man is powerful, and he very often makes it known.
He's a cold, terrifying demon who cares very little about human emotions.
He's ruthless and strict, so he bottles up his heart
So, when he meets his....match? He's not letting go.
When you were first introduced as an Upper Moon, he didn't think much of it
He just acknowledged your presence and that was it
That changed when he stumbled upon you devouring an entire village of people, still looking elegant and poised
That surprised him slightly, normally all the demons all crazy when it comes to battle, and let themselves go
He is humble, and you ask him to join you in your feeding session.
With that elegant smile on your face, how can he say no?
You are quiet and he finds himself enjoying your presence more and more
You carry yourself in a very elegant way, and over time, he falls in love.
But then things get dark from there.
He doesn't want you to leave him, always accompanying you when you hunt for humans, using his position against you, and not allowing you to interact with the other Uppermoons, and his threats are not empty promises.
"Kokushibo, I need to leave, I'm going to go hunt."
"I'm coming with you."
"There is no need. I insist I can go by myself. I'm not going to die."
"That wasn't up for discussion."
Good luck with him.
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(He is so daddy. I'm sorry, but he is)
Muzan isn't loving, he never has been
He believes he is the perfect being, and that you are an extension of his perfection
Anything you do, connects back to him
He can read your thoughts and read your emotions and actions very well, so he can basically read you like an open book
This man sees potential in you, so you receive much more blood from him, and are promoted to the status of an Uppermoon.
He's seen your blood demon art before, but can't find it important enough to remember what it is
All he remembers is your carnage and chaos he had stumbled upon as you killed the last human in the village
He didn't bother caring about you
Until once again, he stumbled upon your chaos, only this time, he got to observe it, firsthand
He watched as you danced calmly in the streets, your voice ringing a strangely sweet sound in his ears
As people came out of their homes and watched, listened to you, enraptured by your voice
It was annoying watching you, so he went to leave until he heard a scream
It ended just as abruptly as it began.
He wasn't mesmerized, but he did enjoy your rather fast and efficient way of killing, but then he watched in surprise as you placed a hand on the ground and a red spider lily bloomed
He calls you over.
"My Lord! Forgive me for not noticing your presence earlier."
My darling, please tell me, what it was that you just did.
"Please forgive me, My Lord! I didn't mean to..."
"Answer me."
"Do you mean when I bloomed the spider lily? Did that inconvenience you, My Lord?"
"Tell me, what other flowers can you bloom?"
"Anything I wish, My Lord! I just need to know what it looks like and then I can make it!"
"No matter how rare?"
"No matter how rare, Muzan-sama!"
"My dear, you've done well. I have one simple task for you, if you can complete it, I'll be extremely proud of you."
"Anything!"
"Can you make me a blue Spider Lily?"
"Yes! Of course Muzan-sama!"
Out of simple excitement, you made quite an abundance of them, and he scooped you up and the flowers with one hand an all-to-knowing smile on his face.
"Good job, my perfect darling."
You are never leaving his grasp again.
"I wonder when Muzan-sama is going to let me leave." You thought, a puzzled expression on your face.
There was a smirk on his face as he studied the flower, not truly believing that this was real, and that it was all a fever dream.
"You don't get to leave, my darling. Stay in here and be a good girl, and I'll reward you with more of my blood."
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This man can't feel a thing, so when he meets you and his heart skips a beat, he is instantly intrigued
You catch his attention pretty quickly, with how humble and elegant you are in comparison to him.
This man is flashy and sort of gaudy
He follows you around like a lost puppy
So much so, that Kokushibo has started to get annoyed with Douma following around his beloved
Even if Douma was assigned by Muzan to make sure you didn't step foot outside the Infinity Castle, that doesn't mean he could be obnoxious about it
Douma is very affectionate, so expect plenty of hugs and cuddling and stuff
He is forceful in his affections but you'll just have to learn to accept that!
What? What do you mean you need to leave and go hunt?
Muzna assigned him to make sure you stay alive and healthy and never leave
Don't be stubborn now!
He also occasionally leaves kisses on your cheeks, arms, and hands
Just because he's obsessed doesn't mean he's possessive, right?
Wrong.
He is clinging to you like a baby and legitimately feels discouraged when you aren't around
He guilt-trips you a lot
Fake crying, begging, the like, he has even ripped out his heart to offer it to you
You can use his vulnerability to your advantage, like crying as well, pouting, sulking
He hates seeing you sad, and when you are sad, he does his best to reassure you, even if it means he has to leave to get you food to bring back
He showers you in affection and makes his followers worship you too, proclaiming you a goddess because of how beautiful he thinks you are
He buys you everything and anything
He offers up his prey to you so you can eat together, thinks of it as a date
He loves spoiling you, so just don't leave him, alright?
"You don't get to leave, snowflake! I have all sorts of things planned for us today! Behave, okay?"
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Hiii (✿☉。☉)
May I request yandere kokushibou wanting to steal doumas darling for himself?
Yes you can :)
Yandere Kokushibo
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This would be very unlikely to happen.
Douma wouldn't bring you around other demons often.
He is a jealous man.
But if you had tried to escape Douma might want to scare you.
And what would be scarier than bringing an ordinary human to an upper moon meeting.
Besides, Douma talks a lot about you.
So everyone would probably know you about your "relationship".
If you're a woman, someone has to hold Akaza so he doesn't attack Douma.
Akaza should also start drinking respect man Juice
But back to the point.
Kokushibo would definitely be a little interested in you.
He was watching you throughout the meeting.
At some point you got rid of Douma.
What was the shock for you.
It didn't get any easier when you noticed the six-eyed demon watching you.
And in that moment you did something that made him like you.
You probably admired how strong he is.
Kokushibo feels his emotions intensify.
However, Douma quickly bounces back.
It will be a long time before Kokushibo sees you again.
But now Kokushibo is the plan.
He offers to help you with Douma.
And you agree to it.
Kokushibo didn't say that helping = locking you in his house.
Very good "help".
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trancylovecraft · 2 months
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Ok. But Kokushibo if s/o hugged or kissed him for the first time? Can be yandere or not. I don't mind.
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How long had it been?
[F/N]'s head lay against the admittedly comfortable pillow, The long dejected solace being finally let in, Nuzzling the cold of her cheek further into it. How long had it been since he had taken her hostage?
Days? Weeks? Months? Years? [F/N] didn't know how long it had been since she had been siphoned under the moons eye, Taken away in the cover of night and dragged into her own personal hell and called the unwilling wife of a monstrous man?
Now she stared at him blankly from across their shared bedroom, Him, The six-eyed beast that was fixing up his kimono and settling the wisps of ebony black hair in a much more pleasing way.
[F/N] recalled him saying something about a meeting of sorts, Where or why was unknown to her and she didn't dare ask. She only stared at him from behind, Looking at all the curves and the creases she had grown unfortunately accustomed to.
[F/N] remembered how horrid it was for her at first, Dragged away with his reptilian claws trying to grasp at whatever he could of her. His entrapping, Twisted and vile mockeries of affection he tried to show to his newfound 'wife'
The way his body forced itself to entwine with hers, His hands caging her waist. It had never went that far, But it had gone just far enough to satiate the beast. The man who she so desperately hated with every inch of her being.
But even so.. She yearned for him.
Actually.. Not him exactly, No, But what he could provide. She had been so isolated for so long, Siphoned just long enough to desire for that human touch. So much so that it didn't have to be human anymore, Monstrous, But all the more comforting.
[F/N] hated herself for it, How could she, The once respectable daughter of a wealthy clan sink so low to crave a demons love? Kokushibo, The demonic samurai of the night. Her "Husband".
She had tried so long to keep herself away, To keep some part of her dignity yet..
Hands snaked around his waist. Kokushibo's shoulders instantly raised as if to lunge for the hilt of his sword, Not even lowering once his mechanical head tilted to the side, Burning golden eyes staring down at his wife starting to hug him.
"..What.. What are you doing?"
His voice was demanding and gravelly, Coming deep from within his throat. [F/N]'s arms only coiled around him tighter, Despite everything telling her no, She had found comfort in the reverberation of his song.
She pressed her face into the dip of his back, Hips pressing into his just a little lower. [F/N] took in the scent of sandalwood drifting amongst the fibres of his kimono, Shutting her eyes just to emphasise that more.
"I.. I wanted to say my farewells to my Husband before he left for his meeting, I'm sorry.." She whispered into his back, Head pressing against him like the pillow she rested on. Even though she had apologised, She didn't relent her grip.
Though his shoulders depressed, Golden hues of his eyes staring back at her, Almost widening. [F/N] didn't dare to look back at him, What punishment or retribution could come from this..
But she felt the cold palms of the demon lay upon the ones situated around his waist, [F/N] opened her eyes. She was almost terrified once they gripped hers, Pried them from his waist before swiftly turning around on his heels.
[F/N]'s eyes widened, Stepping back. She was stupid-! She shouldn't of tried touching him- Is he going to hurt her?! Lock her in the closet again or would he finally bite the bullet and slice her ne-
The cold press of his lips touched the surface of her forehead.
[F/N]'s eyes widened as she finally realised the cold hand cupping her cheek, Rough yet loving. Tough palms yet they caressed her so gently as the coarse surface of his lips remained firm on her forehead.
She should of hated this, She should've detested it-!
"..Once I have returned from my meeting, I expect you to be ready with dinner.. Afterwards, Make sure to clean up.. Be prepared.." He breathed, Husky and demanding as he finally pulled away from her.
And as soon as his lips had met her forehead, He was gone. Disappearing into thin air, Assumedly summoned to wherever he had business being. The scent of sandalwood still lingered in the air, Leaving [F/N] star-crossed and dazed.
But she loved it all the same..
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tired-writer04 · 1 year
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Your Mine
Yandere kokushibo x fem reader smut
Summary: Kokushibo doesn't like the fact he found out that you spend time with Akaza while he is away without his acknowledgement.
Warning: this will include a bit of a blood kink (?), fingering, rough fucking , chocking, matting press, cream pie
Tagging: @uzuis1sthusband @thotfulwriter @uchihabucketlist @rvnunaa​  
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Kokushibo walked through out the infinity castle in rage. He had just finished speaking with his master about matters of the demon slayer corpse and what they should do. Once he was dismissed he bowed to the demon king before leaving the room. He had immediately planned on telling Nakime to send him back to his ‘home’ when he had the misfortune of running into Douma. 
“Oh kokushibo- dono! It’s wonderful to see you again! Are you off to see that little pet of yours?” He beamed. Kokushibo only responded in a grunt as he brushed past upper moon two. He heard him click his tongue, “ Aw, why so mean Kokushibo- dono? That’s alright, you must be so eager to see her again! Anyway, tell her and Akaza- dono I said hello!~” 
Hearing about the upper moon, Kokushibo stopped in his place. Slightly turning his head towards the demon who still stood not too far from him. “What are you...talking about, Douma.” He huffed. Douma continued in making an astonished face with a light gasp as he opened his golden fan over his mouth . “Oh my~, you’re not telling me that you didn’t know!” 
Kokushibo now fully turned his body glaring towards the demon in front of him. He could tell just by the tone of his voice that the uppermoon was smirking behind his fan. And just as he had expected, Douma hummed with his eyes closed before closing his fan, holding it up towards the side of his mouth a sinister smirk plastered on his face. He slowly opened his eyes before giving Kokushibo a look with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 
“I overheard that Akaza-dono was planning on visiting your little pet while you were away to keep her company! How thoughtful of him…Don’t you think Kokushibo-dono?”
Kokusbibo instead of responding turned his back towards the other uppermoon and continued his way throughout the infinity castle. He knew exactly what Douma was trying to do with this information. He wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of giving him the reaction he was hoping to get out of the seemingly silent and reserved man. Even if veins began to grow on his face. 
It was obvious that he was furious-
Of course he was! You were alone with none other than uppermoon three, Akaza. Someone who he had once held some bit of respect towards after their blood battle. But it all changed when the both of you had run into one another. 
It had bothered Kokushibo that both you and Akaza had gotten a costume to one another quite quickly compared to you and himself in the beginning. Unlike Akaza where you both could actually have some sort of small talk. He had to deal with your tantrums, crying and begging to  let you go. As if he would ever let someone like you get away from his grasp. You were far too precious to him. 
So when you had begun to seek out the company of uppermoon three instead of himself when you were stuck at the infinity castle in the beginning of your stay with him. It really annoyed him. It was actually one of the main reasons that he decided to take you away to a different location. But he was fine with it. He only assumed that you only needed time to fully accept the fact that this was your new home and life. And it all would be spent with him. There were times like these where he was glad that he was somewhat of a calm and patient man. He had no problem dealing with your outburst as they didn’t affect him at all. And because he was a patient man, to him it felt as though it wasn’t long till one day you had woken up in a somewhat better mood. Yes, you were still distant at first. But now it seemed as though you truly cared for him. He assumed it was because you had finally developed Stockholm syndrome. But he didn’t care because now to him it meant that you were finally his. 
Even then though, you still have some sort of…attachment towards the uppermoon. Asking about him and wondering if you’d ever meet him again. Kokushibo would have been lying if he hadn’t felt a bit jealous because of this. It felt as if he had to compete for your attention. Just like he felt like he had with almost everything with his twin long ago. He now had to compete with Akaza. Uppermoon three. Someone who is below his rank. He couldn’t believe it! It was though you didn’t understand that you belong to him, not Akaza. He guessed he’d just have to show you just how much you belonged to him once he saw you. 
"Nakime... " he called out to the biwa woman. "Understood." She said nodding her head she was quick to strung her instrument taking him to his and your home in an instinct. He slowly made his way towards the entrance and his irritation growing by the second by the presence of the familiar upper moon growing stronger.
Opening the shoji door he quietly made his way into the home. He paused looking around his surroundings until he heard the sound of your laughter. 'There', he thought as he walked down the now dim lit hallway. Stopping at another door he slammed it opened and there you were.
You were kneeling didon the floor with what he assumed was tea in your hand. All while Akaza sat not to far across from you leaving his back turned to upper moon one. After hearing the door being slammed opened you jumped in a bit of surprise. All while Akaza didn't seem to have any affect as he knew who it was that stood behind him. He was hard not to recognize the heavy and threatening presence of upper moon one.
"Akaza... What do you think your doing. Being here... Without my permission. " he said his eyes glaring towards him. Akaza only gave his superior a bored expression furthering enraging the man. "Oh! Kokushibo your back! How was the small meeting with muzan go! " you said with a nervous smile. "Akaza came by and decided to join me for some tea! ", You knew that kokushibo never really enjoyed you spending time with the other uppermoons. But as he never allowed you to interact with any other humans. You didn't really have anyone to talk to but them. And if you had been honestly, Akaza felt a bit more welcoming than the others. Even if he didn't enjoy your presence in the beginning.
"I wasn't asking you... Y/n." Kokushibo said not once taking his eyes off the upper moon in front of him. "I expect you to answer when spoken too... Upper moon three. " he growled once more taking another threatening step closer. Akaza sighed as he stood up looking towards his higher up with an un amused stare. "As y/n- san had stated. I only came to give her company and to see if she was being cared for is all. " he stated before turning towards you and gave a light bow in respect. "As kokushibo finally arrived. I will see myself out. Thank you for your time y/n-san."
With that he turned and began to walk out of the room before giving a firm nodd towards kokushibo and left. You frowned seeing your friend leave but nodded and waved. "I hope to see you again! " you called out. You weren't sure if he had heard your or not. But if he had, he just chose not to give you he acknowledgment.
After Akaza had left it had gone quiet. Kokushibo seemed to have not looked away from the door that Akaza had gone through. It wasn’t until he was sure that he had finally left that he turned to look at you. You on the other hand looked to be in your own world completely unaware of the danger you were in. You, still sitting on the floor. Were just getting small sips of your tea while humming happily. “What were you two…doing exactly.” Kokushibo called out to you. You looked up to him and lowered your cup. “Oh! We didn’t really do much. Just talked.” You explained. Though it didn’t look like he believed you all that much. 
“You were just…talking? Do you really expect me to believe that…after all the seemingly many times you went behind my back by allowing…an uppermoon here without my permission?” He spoke in a low tone making you shiver. Yes, if he hadn’t made it obvious then, he was definitely showing he was upset now. “I don’t know why your getting so worked up about this. You're making it sound like we did something-” You were cut off by him taking another threatening step closer. “Well?...Did you?” He asked. 
You scrunched up your rose.”Of course not! I already told you. The only thing we did was just talk, nothing more. That’s all we ever do in fact.” Kokushibo could only hum in thought. 
Kokushibo made his was way over to you and croached down. He was now seated dangerously close to you. "Tell me... Who do you belong too. " he said starting directly into your own eyes. You gave him an unsure glance. That look he was giving you. It was one of an animal staring directly at its prey. What was going on? Why was he acting this way? It was obvious though that he was clearly upset. But from what?
"I-I'm sorry what? " you asked lightly tilting your head. You guessed he didn't like your answer as he gapped a hold onto your face, bringing it closer to him making you yelp in surprise. "You know I don't enjoy... Repeating myself. " He growled.
Your eye's widened at this. "Y-you should already know I belong to you kokushibo. " you said giving him a low nervous laugh. He paused looking all over your face that was still being hold in a tight grip in his hands. He first kept his gaze onto your cautious ones before they fell towards your lips that were currently being mushed together because of his hold on you. Just before letting his eyes wander down to your whole body. You were still kneeling only this time the tea that was once in your hand was now spilled on the floor long forgotten.
"Oh, I know far to well that you do indeed belong to me... But it seems that you, yourself had forgotten. " letting go of his tight hold on you. He soon rested his hand on your cheek, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. "No matter... I'll just have to remind you myself"
with that he leaned himself in smashing his lips with your own. Your eyes widened in surprise, you weren’t expecting this at all! Grasping the back of your head, Kokushibo tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Not entirely knowing what to do, you hesitantly closed your eyes and followed his movement. Feeling this, Kokushibo opened his eyes half- lidded, he couldn’t help but smirk.
Breaking from the kiss, kokushibo moved further down, placing small kisses across your neck until he stopped at a certain spot that always seemed to have driven you crazy. Opening his mouth he let out a sigh, his hot breath making you shiver. Grabbing a hold of your chin he forced you look towards the other direction allowing him to have more access to your neck. You froze when feeling his fangs graze your skin. "Koku-" you tried calling out only to be cut off by him carefully but surely sinking his fangs into your soft skin. You couldn't help but make a loud yelp from the sudden action.
Kokushibo began to harshly suck onto the small wound he had made. He had tried to have been careful,he really had! But with the way your blood flooded down his throat, he closed his eyes while humming in delight. It always seemed to taste magnificent to him. Hearing you exhale a shaky breath his top eyes moved to stare directly at your face. Your eyes were shut tightly as he could see a single tear of yours roll down your cheek. He could hear the way your breath became uneven and shallow. He hasn't even done much and you were already shaking by his touch.
How adorable.
Careful detaching himself from you he lapped up the loose blood that began to drip down your neck to your collarbone. Resulting a quiet moan out of you. Leaning away from you, his eyes immediately locked on to the now seemingly dark bruise forming on your once clean and delicate skin. He felt proud of himself. He was sure that he had done the job. It wasn't until you looked towards him with those glossy eyes of yours that he soon felt an all too familiar tug come from under his hakama that began to make him think otherwise.
He wanted more, no… he needed more. More of you. Now.
"Strip and lay down on your back. "His voice sounded low but demanding. The kind where you knew there would be no way out of what is about to happen. You were still trying to catch your own breath as you continued to stare at him. Slowly nodding, your head seemed to be in a daze. Knowing full well that it wouldn't be the best choice for you to disobey his orders. Slowly reaching for your yukata, you began to undress yourself in front of the demon who not once took his gaze away from your form. You felt so small compared to him when he stared at you so intensely the way he was doing now. You turned to look away, growing embarrassed. This wasn't the first time the two of you had laid together. And it surely wouldn't be the last. But that didn't mean that you would ever get used to it.
You had almost fully undressed yourself as you were now in your undergarments when you heard him growl. You guessed you had taken too long as you were now being pinned to the ground, kokushibo hovering above you. He decided to undress you himself seeing as he had grown impatient. You felt him grip your undergarments. He was quick to rip it off your body as if it was nothing at all. Leading your body fully exposed under him.
Kokushibo's eyes soon began to wander all over your body intensively. Almost as if he was trying to capture a picture to save in his head. Your face was turned away from him as one of your arms was trying its best to cover your face in embarrassment. Though he could still see the small tears rolling down your face. He saw the way your chest lifted up and down as you had tried to calm yourself. While your other arm tried to cover yourself as best as you could.
You looked so vulnerable and helpless underneath him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes shut. His mind swarmed with thoughts about what he planned on doing to you. He had to get a grip of himself. But it didn't help when his hakama pants began to grow a bit too tight and uncomfortable to his liking. And the sounds of your whimpering waiting for his next move wasn't helping him either.
Gripping both your arms with one of his hands, he harshly slammed and pinned them above your head. "Don't ever try to cover yourself from me again… do you understand? " he growled a scowl on his face. You immediately nodded your head promising not to do it again. Feeling another sharp pain against your skin made you shout out. Kokushibo let go once more before letting go of your arms and glared towards you. "I expect you..to speak when spoken to love. '' nodding your head you managed to shout out "YES SIR! '' You were now in a panting mess.
Sighing, he once more lowered himself and began to kiss your neck while every now and again you'd felt his teeth nibbling on your skin. "You look absolutely stunning my dear. " he muttered, his lips pressing another gentle kiss just below your jaw making you whine.
He hummed in approval as he soon lowered himself further down just above your chest. You felt your breath stiffen when feeling him grasp onto your right breast into his large veiny calloused hand fondling it as his mouth latched onto your other before sucking harshly and nipping on hardened tit. "Oh god-" You couldn't help but let a shaky moan leave your lips at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your bud. All while you felt your left leg tingle when feeling his right hand gliding up and down your thigh his nails lighting grazing your soft skin.
Detaching himself from your tit with a pop. Kokushibo looked down on you once more. You were now just about covered with his markings. He couldn't help but smirk. If nobody knew who you'd belonged to then. Then they sure as hell would now. He'd made sure of that himself.
Leaning on the heels of his feet, Kokushibo grabbed both of your ankles. Lifting them up into the air he made sure to sit more comfortably between your legs before placing them on his sides. Taking a deep breath he could smell a sweet scent coming from you. Getting a view of your now drenched cunt, he felt himself begin to drool seeing just how wet you seemed to be for him. For him and him only. Oh he could just devour you right now if he ever so pleased. Savoring every single ounce of your sweet juices you'd give him.
Reaching down, he allowed two of his fingers to stroke your now slick folds resulting in your back to arche from the sudden touch as you thrust your hips upward trying to gain some much needed friction. The slow but steady throbbing feeling between your legs growing stronger. "Well isn't… Someone excited?" He couldn't help but chuckle hearing you whine. "Koku please, stop with the teasing! It's getting unbearable!" you begged, your voice sounding hoarse as more tears formed in your eyes. You soon after let out a cry in satisfaction, allowing yourself to throw your head back in relief feeling his thumb begin to circle your sensitive clit. Finally relieving some of the unbearable tension. "I apologize my dear… I just can't… help myself I suppose" he purred, absolutely enjoying the look you were giving him.
Moaning out his name, you couldn't help but to turn your head to the side. Thrusting your hips trying to gain more friction out of it. Kokushibo only sat and watched while groaning as he began to palm himself through his hakama pants. Feeling as though you were wet enough. He soon carefully slid two of his fingers into your folds making you shiver. His fingers slowly gliding themselves down to your entrance. "K-Kokushibo! " you shouted letting out a shaky moan as his fingers curled into you.
He began to thrust his fingers into you at a steady pace. You couldn't help but cry out at how amazing he was making you feel. The way his fingers curled tore a whine out of you. After all this time, Kokushibo made it his mission to know your body like the back of his hand. And hearing you mewling and begging for more. He guessed he was doing alright. Picking up his pace, your moans grew louder. God, they were like music to ears.
"K-koku, I- I'm gonna cum!" you cried out. Of course you were, he could tell just by the way your legs were twitching. He slowed his pace making you whine as the build up you felt not too long ago slowly fading away. Why the hell was he slowing down?!
"You know you're such a whore… allowing another male to come in here. Without… my acknowledgement. " your eyes widened at this. What the hell was he talking about?! Where did this come from? His pace was so unbearably slow you gave him a pleading look, one which he ignored. "I wonder… had Akaza ever seen you this way before? " he muttered, slipping in a third finger further spreading your core. "Made you… feel this way even? " you moaned out, arching you back. "Answer me… y/n." He said demanding you to answer him. You only shook your head, seeing his eyes narrow you were quick to speak. "N-no! Never! I swear! " you shouted. "I swear on my life! We have never done anything at all! I- I would never do something like that to you! "Kokushibo only hummed, seemingly not fully convinced.
"Shame… I don't necessarily believe you. "
He did. He knew you weren't lying which made him relieved. He'd always made sure to keep an eye on your lying tendencies. Watch how your eyes would move to the side, refusing to spare him a glance. You weren't doing that now though. You were giving him direct eye contact. Even if your eyes we're half-lidded trying to keep your eyes open panting as if you were out of breath as sweat began to fall from your temples. You weren't lying. He knew you weren't. But, you didn't have to know that.
You had made him think all these wretched thoughts. Almost making him lose his composure in front of his subordinates. The least you could do was work for your release. He decided you owned him that much.
"koku- please!" You cried out. Kokushibo only stared at you unbothered. It was silent before he muttered "beg" your eyes grew. Had he really just said what you thought he did? "W-what?-" you croaked out. "If you really want to come…beg. Tell me.. For what reason should… I allow you to come? " his pace fully coming to a stop. Your mouth hung open in shock. Was he really doing this? All because you allowed Akaza to visit you while he was away?!
A whine tore from your throat when you felt his fingers curling right against your most sensitive spot. "Beg." He repeated practically growling at this point. "Unless… you wish me… end things right here. " your eyes went wide. "NO! " you cried out. "Please! Please let me come! I- I want to come all over your fingers! Please Kokushibo! Only you can make me feel this way! No one else! " you felt your face heat up. You couldn't believe you were saying these things. "Just please, for the love of- OH GOD! " you couldn't help but scream out when feeling his fingers immediately begin moving again only with a harsher pace.
The pace was so overwhelming. "That's right. Remember that… that I am the only one. Able… to make you feel this type of way. " he said leaning forward. Grasping the back of your head with his free hand, he lifted it up to the point where his lips were ghosting over your own. "Only am I.. The one that will ever… let you come like this. " connecting your lips with his own. He allowed his tongue slip past your open mouth exploring every inch leaving you breathless.
"C- come. Koku, I'm- I'm gonna come! " you croaked into his mouth trying to get some air as your body began to tense around his fingers. "Come then love… come for me." His fingers lightly picking up their pace. Following his demand you couldn't help but cry out climaxing all over his fingers. He continued thrusting his fingers but in a slower motion allowing you to ride out your high.
Once feeling your body relax, slowly withdrawing his fingers you let out a shaky content sigh. Leaning back, kokushibo lifted his hand and gazed at your slick arousal that had just about drenched his fingers and was now slowly trailing down his hand. Making sure that you were watching, he brought his hand towards lips before allowing his tongue to lap up all the extra access before twirling it around his fingers. Kokushibo couldn't help but let out a low groan as he soon began to suck on his fingers tasting your juices. You tasted absolutely divine.
You heaved trying to grasp for air. Your eyes began to grow heavy until they were forced to open, feeling kokushibo lightly slapping your cheek. "Don't fall asleep now love… we are.. Only getting started. " lifting himself off the floor he looked down at you. "Stand up. " you whined until you saw a familiar tent that had grown in his hamaka pants. You could just feel the way your cunt grew wetter, clenching on absolutely nothing but the thought of taking him.
Forcing yourself up, he stood just in front of you. Placing both his hands just beneath your thighs he huffed a "jump". Following his orders you were soon lifted in the air, both your legs wrapping themselves around his waist. Kokushibo made haste towards both of your shared rooms, groaning lightly, digging his sharp fingers into your things when feeling your hips start to grind against his. Your wetness beginning to soak through his pants.
Finally arriving at your room. He walked towards your bed before quickly dropping you on the soft mattress making you grunt from the sudden impact. Looking up, you saw how he was immediately trying to tear his kimono off himself. You had to skate you head as you couldn't help but stare at his bare muscular chest. Deciding to help him, you quickly sat up with your hands starting to roam down his body until reaching his pants. Gripping the hem, you slowly pulled them down just enough for his manhood to spring up making the male groan. His erection finally being freed from its restraints.
You couldn't help but admire just how stiff his cock was, the veins on it pulsating. Or the way you could see his pre cum slowly oozing out of his tip. Kokushibo was a very large and thick man. Because of this, you slowly grasped his cock with both your hands to get more of him. Swallowing the big lump forming in your throat as you began to slowly pump his shaft. Seeing the way kokushibo tensed up before thrusting into your hands with a grunt began to drive you crazy. You had to rub your thighs together in order to try and lessen the burning sensation growing between your legs.
Looking up towards Kokushibo's face, you saw that his eyes were sealed tightly shut with a scowl on his face. Your face heating up more hearing him trying his best to hide away the quite shaky moans coming out of his lips. You quickly began to pick up your pace wanting to hear more of him. It was rare to see such a sight on the stotic man's face. So in times like these. You wanted to see more of him.
You kept your pace until his breathing grew heavy. You were going to continue when he took hold of your arms stopping you. Looking up, sending him a confused look. He shook his head. "Not like this… maybe another time but. I'd rather come in you… instead. " You grew a bit embarrassed hearing this but nodded nonetheless.
Helping you back on the bed. Kokushibo was quick to gently push you onto your back crawling just above you onto the bed. You spread your legs open allowing him better access to settle comfortably between you before wrapping your legs around his hips. Grabbing a hold of his hardened erection with his right hand. Kokushibo gave his aching cock a few pumps before aligning himself to your entrance. The both of you groaned when his hardened tip finally slipped past your warm moist folds. Gliding it up and down making sure to repeatedly nudge onto your clit making you whine.
"Please no more teasing! God, just fuck me already! " you pleaded. Nodding his head, he slowly pushed his tip into your cunt letting you moan out. Just before he continued to push his way through your tight hole, he paused. "W-why did you. St- stop? " you huffed. Kokushibo only seemed to stare deeply into your eyes. That was when you noticed an unfamiliar glint in them.
"You know… I love you… Correct, my dear? " you shivered hearing his voice. It now sounded deathly lower than what you're used to hearing. Nodding your head, you soon let out a gasp trying to catch some breath when his left hand wrapped around your throat giving it a light squeeze. "Good." He purred, bending down just next to your left ear before growling out"cause I'm about to fuck you.. Like I don't" with that, he thrusted his whole length into you without a warning, making you practically scream.
You couldn't help but let out a cry feeling himself bottom out. Your wet walls clamping down trying to adjust to his full size. All while he couldn't help but groan in pleasure. Absolutely loving the way you were squeezing down on him. As much as he very much yearned to continue thrusting his cock into your tight pussy. He knew how much you needed to adjust to him, he was very large after all. The last thing he wanted to do was break you, even if it did sound tempting hearing the way you were crying out his name.
He patiently waited for your permission to move, giving you light kisses on your cheek seeing tears flow from your eyes. He was just about to place another kiss when he grunted feeling your hips begin to slowly grind against his own. Peeking at your face, your eyes were still closed but you held a much calmer look. Taking it as his que to go, he withdrew himself from you just a bit before slamming himself back in. This time instead of hearing your cries. A loud moan of pleasure escaped your lips.
Seeing as you had finally adjusted, he felt no need in holding himself back. He, automatically starting off at a fast pace, closing his eyes shut and allowing himself to fall in complete bliss. "Koku- wait. S-slow down! You're too big! I can't take it! '' you exclaimed, gasping for breath as your hands wrapped around his own that still held on tightly to your neck. "You'll be okay… you've taken all of me… before. I'm sure… you can do it again… Can't you, love? " he panted before giving you a kiss on your lips, muffling your cries as his hips continued to slam into yours, not once showing any signs on slowly down.
You felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling him stretch you out in the most perfect way possible. His cock hitting every inch of your body in just the right places. He was filling you up so well, you couldn't help but moan out his name loudly when feeling his cock push right against your cervix. With every hard thrust he gave, you felt yourself being pushed further and further towards the edge. You weren't sure if you would last long if he kept this up.
Kokushibo on the other hand kept his harsh pace thrusting into you. Loving the way your gummy walls clenched around his dick almost in a suffocating matter. Hearing you screaming out his name. Lifting himself just so he was now just hovering over you, his hand still wrapped comfortably around your neck. Every once in a while gripping it tighter after noticing how you'd seemingly clench on him harder. While his other hand had gripped onto your hip forcing you to harshly collide with his own.
The only sounds being from the room were the sounds of your loud moans and the sound of flesh slamming against flesh. Looking down he couldn't help but admire the way a white ring began to form around his cock that was being engulfed by your cunt. Not to mention the bulge began to show after every thrust he gave you. Pressing down on the bulge with the hand that once held your hip. He looked towards your face hearing you cry out in pleasure. Your mouth was hung open, your eyes shut. You looked as though you were in absolute bliss. And he was making you feel this way. The thought drove him crazy. This was surely showing just how much you truly belonged to him and no one else.
He wanted to see more of those adorable faces you'd make, just for him.
Releasing his grip on your throat. You took a much needed breath of air. Even if it did feel like it was still being knocked right out of you after each thrust of his hips. Feeling him take hold of both of your legs before letting them rest just above his shoulders before gripping your hips and lifting it up just a bit. He withdrew just a bit before leaning over you, placing you in a matting press.
"Need more… of you. " he panted out before slamming back into you continuing his harsh pace. Through this new potion only made you scream louder feeling his cock being shoved further deeper into you. "O-oh god Kokushibo! I- it's too much! " you cried. "You're… doing just fine… just a bit… longer. " he grunted, bearing his teeth as your cunt began to squeeze him harder. "Tight." He huffed but pressed further nonetheless. "N-no, I- I can't! " you shouted, shaking your head. It was all getting a bit too overwhelming for you to take. Your head was pounding and you felt like you were going to explode right then and there. An all too familiar knot forming.
"Oh god I'm gonna come! " You cried out, fat tears falling down your cheeks. Leaning down kokushibo licks up your tears, tasting its saltiness. "Go ahead and come… Make a mess all over my cock." He growled, sending you another thrust. He grabbed a hold of your neck once more this time almost purposely blocking out your airway making you gasp out eyes widening. " I want you to… look at me, screaming my name while you… do so as well. Only then… will you come. Do you understand me?"
With one more thrust you felt the knot inside you finally snap as you fell over the edge. Screaming out Kokushibo's name, you came over his cock. And just like he commanded, you ended up squirting out your juices all over his hips and thighs, surely making an absolute mess in the process. Feeling you gush over him, your cunt forming a death grip of him. He grunted as he let go of you before gripping onto your hips. His fingernails digging into your soft skin drawing out a bit of blood in the process.
He was almost near his end as well. Leaning forward, he soon now pounded into you chasing his own high. Your head had already fallen but your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as well. Your mouth left a gap as you tried to regain your breathing. Your face was flush and you were covered in your own sweat was what was keeping him going.
"I'm going to come.. And I want you to… take every last drop of me. " he panted. " your mine, and mine only... Don't forget that...I will do anything I so please to you...and you will take it...Do you undestand me? " you only could nod your head. But that seemed to be just fine with him. Not too long after, his breath hitched as he came. His balls release his load into your cunt. You let out a shaky moan feeling him fill you up to what felt like to the brim. You felt so absolutely full. He continued to thrust into you but at a much slower pace trying to ride out his own high. Breathing heavily as he felt your cunt milking him for whatever he was worth.
Finally withdrawing himself from you. He couldn't help but pause, seeing some of his seed slowly begin to leak out of your open hole. Scowling, he brought his fingers to your opening. Scooping every other access before pushing it back into you making you whine out. He let out a low chuckle before laying next to you. Pulling you into his chest he nuzzled into the crook of your neck giving you light kisses. You responded with a hum, too tired to do anything else.
"I hope you… learned your lesson in… allowing another male to come here… while I'm away. " he said in a few huffs. You could only nod your head but your thoughts were running wild. This was all because you let Akaza visit you, right? Well, if this was the outcome. You might just have to invite him to come over more often while kokushibo was away.
Yes… you definitely hadn't learnt your lesson. But that's okay. Kokushibo wouldn't mind reminding you once more if it were to happen again.
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It's my birthday! Could I get some Yandere Kokushibo? Preferably x fem reader and him being clingy?
Yandere Clingy Kokushibo x Fem Reader
It's not a natural thing for him to be clingy
He just isn’t 
But in order to make that be the case you’ll have to show that you’re just too weak
Able to die at the simple change of wind
So if you’re clumsy enough to incur a debilitating injury or illness
He’ll dedicate his time not serving Muzan to practically hover over you all the time
Or if you miraculously end up getting pregnant 
He’s not letting you do anything even before you start showing
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