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Yoriichi and his stupit aniue

can you please do headcanons or a scenario with tanjiro, akaza, kokushibo and male mitsuri and shinobu where reader falls asleep in their arms/against them

Kimetsu no Yaiba ~Falling asleep on them~

Manga/anime: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

Male Shinobu: 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. Male Mitsuri: 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5.

K. Tanjiro

He'll remain still as soon as he feels your head on his shoulder; to not wake you he'll even try to hold his breath so you don't move an inch!

He'll immediately go into "protective boyfriend mode" and start to concentrate himself on being able to sense if someone is coming close to you to disturb your sleep

In fact, if someone approaches, he'll try to make sure they don't make any noise: if they're Zenitsu or Inosuke, he'll shout at them in a whisper to be quiet; if instead it's someone else, he'll speak much more kindly

At some point, he may even rest his head on yours and doze a little, but his senses will always remain alert to any danger

When you wake up, he'll smile sweetly at you and ask you how you slept ("Well woken up, my love! Did you sleep well?")

K. Shinobu

His mouth will open a little, forming a cute o, after feeling your head fall onto his shoulder

If he's preparing one of his poisons or medicines, he'll make you rest your head on his lap and he'll continue doing what he was doing, occasionally running his hands through your hair and looking at you softly

However, if someone finds you two in that position, he'll be very embarrassed and he'll stutter, looking for excuses to justify your position

Instead, if you're in a public place, without much thought he'll take you as a bride and go to your home to put you in your futon, and he'll lie down next to you

So, when you wake up, you'll find him either sleeping next to you or looking at you lovingly and gently caressing your face or cuddling you

K. Mitsuri

He'll have to hold back the scream he's about to let out to avoid waking you up

Awwwwww, (Y/N)-chan is sleeping on my lap, how cute! It'll be all he can think about

He'll be too tempted to play, squeeze and pull your cheeks, but he won't do so since he doesn't want to wake you up and make you angry because of your sudden awakening

He'll try to stay still, but soon he'll start playing, combing and braiding your hair gently, so as not to wake you, all the while cooing at your cuteness (seriously, anyone who walks by him, if you're in public places, will think he's some weird harasser, but he won't care)

If he's called by his crow for a mission, he'll make an adorable pout, crossing his arms and muttering he doesn't want to get away from you

Kokushibo

He'll probably notice almost immediately you're asleep due to your breath, so he'll take you by the waist and drag you so you'll be sitting comfortably on his lap

That way he can meditate, you can rest comfortably with your head against his shoulder, protected by his body from any danger

He's able to stay in the same position he's in for hours, so he'll stay that way until you wake up, unless Muzan calls him

In fact, if he demands his presence, he'll gently -so as not to wake you up- whisper to you a short apology, pick you up and take you to your home (or to Infinity Castle if you live there), and then he'll go to his lord

If Muzan doesn't call him, instead, when you wake up, you'll find him next to you silently watching over you ("Koku? Did you stay here the whole time?" "Yes...")

Akaza

It'll take him about a minute to process you've fallen asleep on him, but he'll recover to position you better in his arms, with his face very slightly flushed

He'll be so happy for your gesture because you'll be showing yourself to him in one of the most vulnerable human moments, and for him that's a great proof of trust

He'll look at your beautiful sleeping face and think about you two, wondering how someone like him ended up engaged to you, until you wake up

He'll pray and plead with all the deities he can think of not to be summoned by Muzan for a mission or a meeting with the other Kizuki (Demon Moons), so that you won't have to wake up

In fact, he'll want that moment of peace to last as long as possible

If you didn't know, futon is the traditional mattress of Japanese culture; it's entirely made of cotton, rigid, thin and rollable. Until the 1900s, the Japanese slept there instead of in bed.

💮 Rules 💮 Masterlist 💮

YORIICHI + MICHIKATSU TSUGIKUNI

—Demon Slayer; Kimetsu no Yaiba

-ˏˋ➛TAGLIST: @pinkwisteria, @mrs-k0zume, @makimasluv ꗃ

¡ creds to @fvrnvndv on pinterest !

Okay but consider this:

-Michikatsu lowkey pretends to became depressed every time Muzan enters in just to watch Yoriichi Get Angry(tm)

-Michikatsu: *watches Muzan and Yoriichi argue*

Michikatsu: n i c e

-Yoriichi is a real kendo practitioner. He actually was to be a double for the actor supposed to be Yoriichi but then they liked his acting so much they decided to keep him as the main actor.

-Also, because some people legitimately thought he and Michikatsu were related.

-Muzan Jackson is an actual... dancer. Surprise surprise.

-He is also the king of holding petty grudges. That being sad, he Resents and Remembers Yoriichi for his ruined makeup until his last breath.

-Michikatsu is an young actor that practices Iaido as a hobby. He was initially to be Yoriichi, but after checking over the scripts, he found Kokushibo's personality (and pettiness) more amusing, thus deciding to play him.

-Michikatsu and Yoriichi's friendship is legendary. One day after meeting each other they already wore matching friendship bracelets (on Yoriichi's whim).

-They keep doing the shitty bro memes just because.

-Yoriichi: Bro, them the whole world we are bros.

Michikatsu, leaning in: *whispers* We are brow.

Yoriichi: Why did you whisper it, bro?

Michikatsu: Because you're my whole world, bro.

Yoriichi: Bro...

-(The rest of the cast: *looks at camera like they are on The Office*)

-After having to say mean lines about Yoriichi, Michikatsu became sad for a week straight.

-Likewise, Yoriichi cried at Michikatsu's 'death'.

-Muzan was losing his shit at the background the whole time.

-Michikatsu, after some time in the role, became so angry at Kokushibo he actually sucker punched himself on the face.

-The dressers and people doing the makeup weren't amused.

-They had to play the purplening mark as a injury on a battle scene.

-Yoriichi was horrified.

so I made something.. actor au

where they're shooting the kimetsu no yaiba anime and they are still, when in real life, enemies.

because one time when shooting the scene where muzan is half beaten and yoriichi is glaring at him, yoriichi had to damage some of muzan's makeup that muzan did himself.

and muzan insulted and made fun of michikatsu's “eyeballs costume” and made michikatsu sad for a while, so yoriichi dislikes muzan as well.

in this au, muzan's last name is..! jackson..*cackles*

headcanon is that michikatsu and yoriichi are like chris Hemsworth and tom hiddleston's relationships

and muzan knows now to dance ((u know what I mean

Kny ramble, (I should start numbering these lol)

Remember how Kokushibou said that whenever he and Yoriichi talked about how their breathing styles have no successors, and Yoriichi suddenly becomes optimistic and smiles? I shared the same confusion with Kokushibou, on why Yoriichi seems quite delighted at such idea.

Then it struck me that probably means, having no need to teach breathing styles means no more demons. The Breathing style started as a way to enhance the body for Yoriichi, a way to utilise the body to become better in terms of movement and maybe health...before being seeing as a weapon. It's being weaponized. For greater good, granted, but still. And Yoriichi hates conflict.

Having no successors can be meant that breathing style is no longer needed because demons are gone. But there's a possibility it can be used for another intention, and Yoriichi, who has seen how greed and envy influenced his brother, guesses that breathing style could take a very, very bad turn.

A way to get the body stronger? Faster? For what purpose? Violence then, if not for demons slaying.

Yoriichi is probably grateful that the demon slayer organisation is a hidden one, a small community that has only a small splotch of corruption between the slayers from the difference in morals, and that not everyone believes in demons.

Breathing style can be used for a good cause...as it also can be weaponized for destruction.

Oh my God

Muichiro and Tanjirou playing paper planes together, with Tanjirou not really good at it.

Mitchikatsu and Yoriichi playing kites together, with Yoriichi getting the strings tangled up around him.

(also someone said the paper planes represent Muichiro going to heaven and Tanjirou having close calls but still won't die)

Tsugikuni twins as 🌞Incorrect quotes🌝 part 2

Kokushibo: texting Hey can you pick me up I’m drunk. Kokushibo: Oh you don't have to anymore. I'm home now. Yoriichi: Yes, I'm aware of that after dropping you off at home.

Yoriichi: Why can’t we all just get along? Kokushibo: Because most of us are assholes, Yoriichi.

Yoriichi: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers! Kokushibo: Please, just say fuck.

Kokushibo: I can’t believe all these people are wearing black. black is supposed to be my thing, they’re all just posers. Yoriichi: Kokushibo, for the last time, we’re at a funeral.

Yoriichi: We have fun, don’t we, Kokushibo? Kokushibo: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

Kokushibo: I have issues. Yoriichi: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept- Kokushibo: With you.

Yoriichi: Kokushibo, why are you crying? Kokushibo: This book is so sad!! Yoriichi, picking it up: But this is my diary-

Kokushibo: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Yoriichi: You and me! Kokushibo: tearing up Ok.

Kokushibo: What's this? Yoriichi, hugging Kokushibo: Affection! Kokushibo: Disgusting. Kokushibo: …Do it again.

Kokushibo: I’m not lazy, I just find it hard to put effort into things I’m not passionate about. Yoriichi: What are you passionate about? Kokushibo: Sleeping.

Yoriichi: You tricked me! Kokushibo: I deceived you. ‘Trick’ makes it sound like we have a friendly relationship.

Yoriichi: PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT UPSEXY IS! Kokushibo: Could you rephrase the question, in like, two words maybe?

(bluds innocent.. Must protect)

Kidnapper: We have your child Yoriichi: I don’t have a child? Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich? Yoriichi: thats my brother...

Kokushibo: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Yoriichi: How can you still say that? Kokushibo: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Yoriichi: There's something I have to ask about you-know-who. Kokushibo: Voldemort? Yoriichi: No. Kokushibo: Is it Voldemort? Yoriichi: It's not Voldemort. Kokushibo: You haven’t mentioned wizards once this conversation, so I’m gonna have to assume it’s Voldemort.

@koku-shibou @ask-yoriichi

What Kokushibo and Yoriichi See

One of my favorite examples of visual storytelling in Kimetsu no Yaiba is the stark contrast between how Kokushibo and Yoriichi perceive their mother and their wives. The first time we see and know about their mother in full details is through Yoriichi's memories, even though she is introduced earlier through Kokushibo's perspective. This is also true for their wives: Kokushibo's depiction of his wife is small, unclear, and fleeting, whereas Yoriichi's wife, Uta, is portrayed in a very detailed, centered, and vivid manner.

Interestingly, Yoriichi's image is so clear in Kokushibo's mind that he remarks that after all these years, he has forgotten everyone's face except his brother's.

Muzan possesses such a high level of emotional intelligence that enables him to read people deeply, manipulate them to his advantage, and exploit their weaknesses. He knows how to agitate them to get what he wants and how to break them down by amplifying their worst traits. His top three Upper Moons reflect his own faults such as apathy, immaturity, arrogance, greed, and an endless quest for more power.

Muzan treats each of them differently to serve his purposes. He humiliates and belittles Akaza at every opportunity because he knows that he craves guidance and praise. By doing the opposite, he inflicts emotional pain. He continues this harsh treatment until Akaza's final moments, pushing him to persist in a meaningless existence.

With Douma, Muzan exacerbates his emotional stuntedness by being emotionally distant and allowing Douma to stay in toxic environment he grew up in, preventing any personal growth or change.

And lastly, Muzan manipulates Kokushibo's jealousy and greed by tempting him with what he desires most, rather than what he truly needs. This leads Kokushibo down a path of betraying everything that once mattered to him.

uhmm some dumb modern au YEAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

my favorite brothers

☆ UPPERMOONS 1-3 100+

the three upper demons: (1) kokushibo, (2) douma, and (3) akaza—have a small little soft spot for their master's human wife. they're supposed to be scary demons, but whatever shall they do when such a small woman gleefully hands them a gift? [𝐇𝐈𝐓!] no warnings are needed, though that may be subject to change based upon feedback!

➊ KOKUSHIBO

MANGA SPOILERS AT THE END.

Out of all of the Uppermoons, Muzan would trust your safety with Kokushibo the most. Therefore, you're more likely to spend time with Kokushibo than anyone else if Muzan is busy.

To be quite honest, you spend too much time with the demon, but that can be debated.

Nevertheless, since he gaurds you—walking you wherever you need to, ensuring your food is safe, keeping you entertained, etc—the two of you have gotten a bit close. Giggles and deep laughter filling one of the vast rooms of the infinity castle.

"I never expected my master to have such a kind little thing like you as a wife."

A small pout forms at his statement, "Don't underestimate me!"

"Is that so...?"

Kokushibo quite enjoys his time with you. The little moments the two of you hsve reminding him of his wife. One that he briefly mentioned to you once. He never goes too deep into his past, though, through inference you can tell the gist of what occured. Therefore, developed a sense of trust in this strange relationship.

What comes with forming a relationship with a woman like you? Gifts.

Something small and considerate from a small (compared to him) woman like you.

"Kokushibo!!" you called, bare feet padding against the wooden floors of the castle. You step down from the endgawa, observing the demon you wish to meet, leaning against a tree in the garden. "My lady?"

"Close your eyes! Pretty please?" After a beat of silence, "All of them."

The demon sighs, relying purely on his sense of hearing to hear you coming towards him and bending down. "Hold out your hands."

He does as you say, reluctantly taking his palm off of the hilt of sword (its purely instinct), and present both hands, flat-palmed to you. After a moment, and some shuffling—he feels soft cloth touch his palms. "You can open them now," comes from your lips.

All six eyes open to look at the small pile of cloth in his hands. "Its..."

"An obi! Of course, it can used for anything of your choosing since its simply a strip of fabirc, but—I made a cute pattern that matched your haori with little symbols to remind you of me!" Your bright, soft smile causes a sigh of awe to leave him, "I wanted to make you a gift, but I didn't know exactly what to make. So, I settled for making you an obi! Now you can replace your plain white one."

There's silence between the two of you, and you worry you've done something wrong until you see the soft, small smile on his lips. His eyes have soften as well as they look up at you. "Thank you, my lady. I shall cherish it."

And that he does.

He doesn't wear it per se. He'll show it off at times, though he has a fear that a small accident could have it ruined.

If you were to turn into a demon before a critical aging point in your life, nothing would change. Though, if you refused to turn into a demon and live out your days/die as a human, he'd officially change his obi's and wear yours out of respect for you.

He cherishes it to an extent that he takes it off before the final battle, tucking it in his pocket alongside another cherished item of his.

It seriously is one of his greatest treasures, that much is clear by the way his brother's handcrafted whistle is wrapped in the bundle of cloth when he eventually fades to the afterlife.

➋ DOUMA

Douma does not have the best personality. Then again, neither does your husband. So, you tend to deal with it.

It's honestly pretty frequenet that you're placed in Douma's hands. Despite his...preference for human women, Muzan knows that the man would never chance harming you out of hear of ending his fun. So, you stay with him. Particularly, because of Douma's resources. He has a cult, so he gets pretty much anything he wants. He's rich after all. This is also, the only time you are ever allowed to go outside in the sun. His followers have to stick very close to you and promise not to cause you harm. Though even then, going outside during the day is quite rare.

(Muzan is paranoid asf)

Going back to 'you're still allowed despite Douma's preference' thing. He has to make is very clear he has no intentions to eat or harm you. Which he doesn't! In fact, your relationship is very similar to his and Kotoha's.

'I wonder if Muzan-sama will keep you around for the rest of your life,' he thinks to himself, noting how pure your heart seems to be. He quite enjoys your kindness and sweet demeanor, especially towards the women in his cult (and their corspes).

He doesn't enjoy your scolding.

He's never gotten scolded before; in fact, he was never reprimanded for anything when he was younger because of his rainbow eyes and the belief that he can hear the gods. Which, of course, caused his current adult attitude.

Nevertheless, when he first experienced your scolding he was quite confused and didn't like it. Though, he couldn't really protest since you're Muzan's wife.

Anywho, because of your scolding he's ended up trying to be more "respectful" and cautious not to grab onto you're plate of human morals.

Ignoring all of that, he doesn't quite feel much. He'll brag and act as if he can feel human emotions, though he can't (you clocked it). He didn't have a semblance of compassion or anything of the sort until you. Of course, he still doesn't feel strong feelings like intense anger or love, nothing like that. But he doesn't feel small hints of things like admiration and appreciation for you.

Though, he certainly didn't expect you to give him a token of appreciation.

"Douma, close your eyes and hold out your palms...please."

He chuckles at your order, though it sounds painfully empty. Nevertheless, he opens his palms flat and presents them to you, his rainbow eyes hiding behind his eyelids. After a beat, he feels small items get set into his hand. He tilts his head in confusion, waiting patiently for your okay to open his eyes. "Okayy, open!"

His eyes blink open and they drift to the small pieces of what look like jewlery in his palms. He carefully moves them around in his hands, noting that they're charms—a bright smile is presented on his face, though at the moment it doesn't feel enterily empty. "Awh! Such kindness, my lady."

"You've been faithfully taking care of me, so I thought that I'd make you something. It's not much, but I made some little charms to go on your fans!"

"You're quite the crafter, my lady! Thank you!"

Douma doesn't battle too much, but if he suspects he will, he puts them on the Black Crown (his hat) instead. He doesn't want then destroyed, so if he knows he's being called or about to go on a mission, he moves.

If you turned into a demon or died, it'd be the same.

Regardless, he cherises them. He genuinely smiles everytime they appear in his vision.

➌ AKAZA

Surprisingly, you are with Akaza the least. Not because of material things like providing for you (even if the others can do that better), it's because Muzan is always sending him to do something. He's always fighting somebody, so you'd hsve a hard time. But regardless of that, you are his first priority. He's standing next to you at all times, or watching from a safe distance if you're going out in a town at night.

He's probably the nicest and least emotionally constipated one, and that is saying something.

He's literally so sweet, a fucking gentleman. He deserves a reward just for that.

(He's the type of bow every time he sees you even though you tell him not to every single time)

Seriously, the man is at your beck and call.

Now, this gift-giving could go however you want it. Ex. You thought something was missing from his outfit and gave him something based on what you've gathered about him. But, this time, let's say you were walking around town—looking at vendors and such. And, you finally decide, 'alright- its time to head home.' And some bold demon who didn't know your status came to attack you. Akaza is jumping to save you, his form was only a couple of feet away. His eyes and ears were trained on you the entire time. And let's say, trying to protect you from (the fool) said demon, those beaded anklets come under fire and broke.

He saved you, so its only natural you remake what he's lost and gift them to him.

"A-ka-za!"

Akaza turns, his full, undivided attention on you. "Yes, my lady?" He notes the sparkle in your eyes and he raises a curious eyebrow and obeys the simple orders of offering his palms and shutting his eyes.

He feels the cold, sphere appearance of the beads and a small smile twitches on his face. "May I open them now, my lady?"

"Mhm!"

His pink eyelashes flutter as he looks down at beaded ankle bracelets that are nearly identical to his old ones. "They seemed a little special, though I'm not sure. But—they broke because of me, and it's significance to your religion, and what they represent to you...so I made two more to replace the old ones. If that's okay! Please accept the gift?"

Akaza smiles and kneels. "My lady, I'd be happy to accept any gift from you. Especially, if you put your time and energy for someone like me. Thank you."

You remind him of Koyuki.

That beautiful smile and kind eyes. It's something he's so weak to. Hence, he's there at your every whim, smiling and ensuring you are as comfortable as possible.

If he couldn't protect Koyuki, he is surely going to fulfill his duty and protect you.

And if he inevitably fails—whether it be to your stubbornness, or the unavoidable truth of life—he'll keep every trinket close to him, honoring your memory as best he can depsite his demonic nature.

Guilty pleasure.

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

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

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

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

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX

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THE AGREEMENT.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A contract?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry, what?” you breathed out.

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

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

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

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi, there!

It’s my first post on this platform and I still need to understand a few basic things about Tumblr. Hopefully, I’ll be able to give you weekly updates, but I make no promises. This is going to be a small fan fiction and my main project for a little while. However, don’t worry, I’ll try to update some other one-shots & scenarios about other characters. Likes, comments and reposts are really appreciated!

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They are good boys <3

•Credits in the image

michi and his biggest fan

i also want to participate in this… i don't have much time because of one big drawing and exams at uni, but i can't live without these two

heat stroke michikatsu!

this gq china photoshoot is really soooo hot. decided to draw our boy