#kokudouma

[lil-charmy]

My finger slipped 💀

[kibutsujidemon]

"Michikatsu x Douma halloween"

by her.

"Michikatsu x Douma hashira"

by her.

[zhenyoc]

The reason why I ship Kokudou/黒童/こくどう🌙🪷

I really love this ship so much and it's the only demon ship I love. A rare ship and although it doesn't have much fanart I absolutely love its dynamic💞✨I have many reasons for shipping it, there were people who wondered why I shipped it and I will now answer the questions for those who were curious or wanted to know. Over time I know how it could work and it also had potential 🥺🙏It seems a bit complicated to fully understand it. Even though they are fictional characters and fanon ships, my love for them is genuine, the ship doesn't necessarily have to have a lot of interaction or between two characters with a lot of content in canon to make it "valid", it all depends on each person's preferences and as long as it is legal and harmless

Regarding the relationship between Kokushibo and Douma we don't seem to have any official information about them nor do we know anything about them.

And the ones on the English wiki are just personal or exaggerated assessments when they write that Kokushibo "hates Douma's carefree and childishness"!! If we don't have content about them, it's best to leave it blank instead...

Regarding Kokushibo being able to ignore Douma, that doesn't mean it's confirmed that he hates Douma, ignoring doesn't always mean hating, it can just mean not caring or not being important, ignoring also often carries neutrality and is not always disdainful in many cases 🙄At least Kokushibo still didn't seem upset with Douma's words, only Akaza, and Kokushibo still let Douma talk a lot before he continued talking to Akaza.

So as well we can imagine many stories about them and be assured about it🤗✨

This may be quite a long article 😅

If we talk about both characteristics, then they are inherently compatible/combined with each other: Kokushibo is inherently a person who likes and cares for talented and strong people whether they are enemies or any race, typical examples are Akaza and Gyomei, he even looks forward to talented and strong people having can develop on the path to greater strength or maturity. Kokushibo certainly never ignores any talented and strong person, he is also happy to meet or have a battle with them when he knows they are talented and strong people with qualities inside. He would be very angry if they denied his hopes and expectations the way he did with Akaza .

He would feel extremely unfortunate if talented and strong people died without being able to continue developing their own strength like he did with Gyomei. Kokushibo also appreciates the diligence of talented and strong people in cultivating their own strength. Actually, not many people in the English fandom recognize this trait in Kokushibo while the Japanese fandom understands it very well (the Japanese fandom is always closest to canon and understands the characters best). It's really not difficult to understand that Kokushibo has this trait if we can observe and analyze it carefully, Kokushibo himself is also a classic Samurai of the Japanese Warring States era and it is a common trait of the Samurai (As far as I know about the Samurai tradition)

Regarding Douma, he was certainly confirmed in FB 2 as a natural and strong genius, with "才覚"(talent and intelligence) far superior to anyone else, with the qualities to develop on the path of great power even if he himself has no emotions, desires, ambitions, attraction, passion, attachment, perseverance, or even obsession or to be more precise, he was empty inside and without anything. Douma himself does not have any hatred, rivalry or malice, even if he himself has status, money and a semi-immortal body, he still does not have any special feelings towards them, he also despises all desires/sexuality and material things in this world. View them as self-destructive to pursue or have them. Douma also does not have any sense of fear and he will certainly be completely immune and unaffected by Kokushibo's terrifying and powerful killing intent, That also makes Douma's interactions with Kokushibo without any pressure or difficulty. FB1 stated Douma also thinks of himself as good/close friends with everyone in the demon world but he doesn't know what others think of him+ he wants to feel deep emotions and connections - 子供の 恋愛, which is saying Douma actually tends to view others as friends in the most innocent, simple and carefree way like a child

As far as I know, Douma likes people who are sophisticated, calm, resourceful, serious, and have strong convictions (the purest emotions and deep connections) and it seems that Kokushibo has all those things that.

→ Exactly i see their compatibility is quite even, Douma and Kokushibo have never had any matches with each other so this is why Kokushibo doesn't know Douma himself is a natural genius and strong maybe even more special than other talented and strong people he has ever met, if Kokushibo knew Douma was a natural and strong genius full of talent and intelligence superior to anyone else, with the qualities to develop greater power, he also had fewer flaws than Akaza and pretty sure it will be the first step towards both of them having a good relationship Douma could even give Kokushibo a more interesting match than Akaza and Gyomei ✨

In Kimetsu Gakuen, Kokushibo has good thoughts about Douma and he appreciates his fortune-telling abilities, but according to Kokushibo's statement, it's pretty certain that it's implied that they had previous interactions. Douma he still calls Kokushibo "Kokushibo-dono" like in Kimetsu no Yaiba 💞

In terms of both of their personalities: Both are calm, polite and soft-spoken while Kokushibo is more serious but extremely principled about the ranks and Douma is more tenderness while also easygoing, he has never done Anything that affects the rank while Kokushibo is always worried about anyone who causes a rift or disrupts the hierarchy and he will definitely always get angry and punish them. Both are intelligent and always have careful calculations, observe opponents to make quick decisions, have good strategies, both are not in a hurry in battle, they are hated and despised by Akaza, both two things like giving but not getting anything in return like Kokushibo, one that always values talented and strong people like Akaza and Gyomei, however they do not respect Kokushibo and look down on Kokushibo even wanting to kill him, while Douma see people are close friends and are always open to others but people are cold and uncaring, I think both Kokushibo and Douma if they form a good relationship are pretty sure they will fill the gap empty for each other ❤🫂

Although both can be calm, speak softly, and are not in a hurry, Kokushibo still has a bit of an anger problem, and people gentle, easy-going personality like Douma is a perfect fit for such people🤔. As well as their case, it can be a balanced combination, perfecting each other and complementing each other in the process of interacting and developing their relationship.😊 Just like their personalities and characteristics, they will rarely have conflicts, they're will have more harmony and respect for each other. Between them it can be said that they are the only two demons that have the ability to bond with each other more than all the other demons while the rest are just demons that only know how to compete, hate each other or don't even care and not wanting to connect with others

In addition, between the personalities of these two people, it seems that they want quietness. Douma does not like noise or chaos, a person who always thinks and benefits others and even has the concept of always living happily with a peaceful soul

With Kokushibo is quite strict with hierarchy and is always the one to keep order to avoid rifts.

Both of them as more Ambivert than Douma who is only extroverted and Kokushibo who is only introverted

As for Kokushibo, although he may be calm, cold, aloof, quiet, serious, principled, and mysterious, he seems to feel empty and a waste of time in a quite peaceful life, he wanted to have many interesting battles with talented and strong people, he even laughed happily and talked more with them, and at the same time wanted them to be able to continue to develop greater power , at the same time he always pursues strength and have a dream of becoming a perfect Samurai, have a strong desire for victory, which is completely opposite to introverts (who only like a peaceful and comfortable life without pressure or war/ scramble) As for Douma, although he can communicate a lot, wants to connect and has a cheerful demeanor, and always wants to bring benefits to others and the world, he himself is still the type of person who does not like noise or chaos, he never competes or confronts anyone, he also values ​​peace of mind without doing anything difficult or painful, he even enjoys special comfort especially when around people who are naturally pure . He has a peaceful mind and never gets involved in strife, ambition, attachment or desire. He also has no problem being alone and doesn't feel lonely.(These are the characteristics of introverts)

In addition, Kokushibo and Doma are both complex and multi-dimensional individuals, so it's understandable that they belong to the Ambivert trend - just like Kokushibo is the type of person who is cold on the outside but fiery on the inside, while Doma is fiery on the outside but cold on the inside.

Based on their similarities, it can be said that both are likely to enjoy quiet and order. This stability can bring them a sense of peace and comfort. Finding peace and order in their surroundings may be important to them.

Considering the similarities of both of their situations: Both were traumatized as children, they both had superstitious parents like Douma's parents and Kokushibo/ Michikatsu's father, both were Their parents arranged their lives and imposed ideas like Michikatsu was impose by his father to pursue power and always achieve success to become the heir to the Samurai clan and Douma was forced by his own parents impose cult ideas because they obsess over his appearance while Douma himself doesn't like or agree, but he still complies because he pity them. Both destroy and dehumanize the place called "home." It could be more accurate to say that they meet "family" problems.🤔

They both have their own direction and spend their whole lives on it from childhood until adulthood and continue like Douma spending his whole life becoming a true guru just to save those in need suffering wants them to be happy and sees it as the reason why he born . Kokushibo has his own dream and his only meaning in life is to become a perfect Samurai, he always pursues that and never stops.

When Kokushibo was human as Michikatsu he was married and had children, He has a peaceful life to the point of being "boring" and feels that it makes time pass extremely slowly in that married life, it probably brings emptiness even though Michikatsu is still stable and has a seemingly happy and good family

The boredom there is not in some extreme sense but what he is describing is that life is too peaceful and lacks stimulation and novelty. Pretty sure their marriage was also arranged and it was clearly implied/emphasized in the 戦国コンコン話① part, the father was satisfied and happy about his marriage even felt relieved after Michikatsu completed the marriage, Perhaps this marriage of Michikatsu was quite important to Michikatsu's father, so it made him feel so relieved. Although Michikatsu could still be satisfied with his ex-wife because she and he most likely shouldered many political responsibilities and obligations together, the honor of both families was stable. The two were probably kind to each other as close companions because being kind and living in harmony with each other was necessary and important in arranged marriages in that era so between Michikatsu and his ex-wife would be no exception.

This marriage was maybe never what he wanted, it was beyond his plans and he never had a goal for it, But he was completely comfortable with this marriage and had tacitly agreed from the beginning, knowing full well that it was coming and that he had to fulfill his role well.

As far as I know about these things .

Surely Michikatsu never felt suffocated or had any difficulty in that arranged marriage, otherwise he wouldn't have described it as a life so peaceful that it was boring.

And just as he eventually abandoned his ex-wife and two children or more precisely. I totally feel bad for his ex-wife and kids, objectively Michikatsu did bad thing when he threw them away just to seek Yoriichi's power to fulfill his dream of becoming the perfect Samurai, he didn't even provide for them when he left, he basically had to be responsible for them all the time

It can be said that both of them never felt romance when they were alive and still don't romance when they were alive and still don't understand the concept of it (at the same time, Douma doesn't understand emotions). I feel like it will take time for them to realize that their feelings have blossomed for each other, it definitely feels like romance is still a new and strange experience for them.

Even though Kokushibo is a demon, he still has the spirit of a Samurai inside

So Samurai is definitely not capable of loving someone in a dark and horrifying way

I think if Kokushibo loves someone, it will be a pure and respectful love, not horrifying or dark, he will not show it with flowery words but with real and sincere actions

Although he may be jealous when his lover is a bit close to someone else, he will never manipulate others or want to possess them

Also, I think he like the feeling of caring for others without expecting anything in return, like how he values ​​Akaza and Gyomei's strength and talent even though Gyomei is an enemy and Akaza wants to kill him

Douma at least wants to feel emotions but only the purest and brightest emotions - 子供の恋愛,he certainly can't and doesn't want to love/ romance in the traditional way but wants to love like a child, both family love and friendship. Initially they will become a strong and lasting friendship, both of them in the relationship will bring comfort and chill. Of course I ship them not in the traditional romantic way but in a子供 の恋愛, Doma has been confirmed to be in pure love - with Shinobu

because Fanbook 2 has the term 強烈な前向き - it means bright, clean, pure and without dark elements, Doma also never got upset when Shinobu rejected and scolded him, he was fine and happy even when he wasn't with her ,still remember her

I'm sure Doma and Kokushibo will love purely and enjoy the feeling of caring for others even if it's not reciprocated.

they will both love in a simpler way, less attached and still retain the sweetness without any other darkness and can solve the problem of "Demons can't date" or "Demons don't have time for each other" Because 子供の恋愛 doesn't require a date and doesn't require a lot of time together Douma not having emotions is not a big problem because we can see that Douma has never had anyone close to him and doesn't live in a good environment so he can't develop emotions It's easy to understand, normally emotionless people can develop emotions if they live in a positive environment and have someone close to them. There have also been many emotionless people in real life who have developed emotions and feelings. Come on!! There's really no concept that says emotionless people can't regain their emotions, I myself have experience with emotions so this is not difficult with me (＾▽＾)!! Douma has also learn about and wanting to feel deep emotions and connections through 子供の恋愛 games with his previous partners(male and female), which I have explained before ↓

Of course, he never flirted with them or anything dark and no!! it is a pure and clean activity, it is also not a partner-seeking activity at all

I hope more people will realize this☹️

I'm pretty sure both of them are still human even a little bit like Kokushibo he loves Yoriichi, we also saw it quite clearly and even FB2 confirmed it

Douma he wants to feel the purest and cleanest deep emotions and connections, he always wants to save people but acts wrongly and so on. I'm pretty sure Douma will never be a psychopath or a manipulator because he's empty and has nothing inside, a psychopath and a manipulator will never be someone who's empty and has nothing inside. Manipulators will never want to spend their whole life dedicating themselves to others and contributing to the world, they only think about themselves instead of others or the world.

According to FB2, in Douma's Cult there is a teaching about living happily with a peaceful soul, without having to do anything difficult or painful, manipulators never have such teachings.

Douma is also a character based on Buddhism, there is no way that Buddhist culture contains manipulators or psychopaths

psychopaths are never in the realm of enlightenment and nihilism,

They also cannot love purely - 強烈な前向き, they always enjoy causing suffering while Doma is against suffering

Going back to Kokudou, I always imagined that they would both follow 子供の恋愛, they would love in a more special way, an innocent,simple, silly, pure and sweet way of loving, they certainly would never requires physical desire, it is not suitable for gurus and classical Samurai like them. It also helps them to continue their work and tasks without either of them getting distracted from their work or tasks. With love that way, they can easily hide it and become their own secret, even just looking at each other makes them feel contented.😉 In their romantic relationship the 子供の恋愛 way Douma once learned and studied in the game 子供の恋愛 with previous test partners would be more experienced while Kokushibo never knew or understood about the concept of love, Kokushibo will have more difficulty in this and Douma will be the one to help him

In the end the result for their love (子供の恋愛) Douma can be somewhat extroverted with Kokushibo being introverted, Douma himself is quite childish but fortunately he seems to always want someone else satisfied and just as Kokushibo himself does not want to show his feelings publicly, of course Douma will completely follow Kokushibo's will, they will protect and cherish this relationship that is not easily achieved, their love sure it wouldn't be easy for others to discovered except for Muzan, both of them certainly didn't want their relationship to be interfered with by anyone or to be precise it remained private and secret between them with each other, with their inherent ability to observe and analyze and carefully calculate, they will be careful together and avoid those who disturb them. Of course, even if they are in this special love relationship (子供の恋愛), nor does it hinder their work ,they will still continue to work and complete good their missions.

Kokushibo is the symbol🌙 and Douma is 🪷 . Those two symbols are closely linked in Buddhist culture and in the concept of love

About love can represent a romantic and pure love, strong in difficult circumstances. They can also represent growth and change in a relationship, from difficult times to blossoming feelings. The combination of the moon and lotus can be understood as a strong symbol of beautiful, deep and pure love, often associated with strong and romantic emotions.💪❤ I also named them Lotus under the moonlight/月明かりの下の蓮 🌙🪷 It seems completely suitable and just like how they operate there will be some difficulties at first but eventually they will develop into a stable relationship. They can even protect each other when they have a relationship nice system 💪✨And an interesting thing is that among Kokushibo's moves there is a move named "月虹・片割れ月" which is related to the rainbow 🌈

In which 月虹/ げっこう (gekkō): Meaning "moonbow" and the rainbow is also related to Douma(the color of his eyes), this seems to be just a coincidence, right? 😅

And one more thing is that in Muzan, he never accepts any good relationship between demons, he wants them to not care and even hate each other, for him Deep emotions and connections are just meaningless and not worth existing

Surely he never allows exceptions. This is also the most difficult thing and the biggest obstacle for Kokushibo and Douma to get together imo😭And if Muzan allows it, it may only benefit him personally, not for them. Douma and Kokushibo themselves will definitely always be loyal and never intend to betray Muzan, at the same time. With子供の恋愛 between them still did not cause them to be distracted or neglect their work so Muzan could at least temporarily accept it even though Muzan could still know they would never betray him, always absolutely loyal and always do a good job of dedicating themselves to him, even their bond will help a lot in serving Muzan however he will still monitor and control them even more closely tighter than before

Besides that, I don't pay much attention to Muzan anyway

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Their attraction is their compatible values, characteristics, and personalities that are both similar and opposite at the same time, they can still complement each other . They are like two magnets, the north and south poles attracting each other 🥺

Kokudou always gives me a love that is full of difficulties at first and then gradually develops and the difficulties they go through will help them in terms of sustainability, respect, trust and better understanding of each other. They will be a delicate and poetic couple even in a demon world filled with the darkest darkness. They probably won't feel empty and will see their as an important part of their lives.

One thing is that my English is not good and if there are grammatical errors or mistakes that cause misunderstandings, I apologize!! 😭🙏

I hope this helps you understand Kokudou better🥺

黒童/こくどう 🌙🌈/🌙🪷/🌙🧊/❤💜/🗡️🪭

[mystwrites]

Modern AU Kokudouma having a rather one sided tickle fight🌙🩷🌈

[ginnal118]

Found out that this two together is pretty entertaining,anyway i count this one as kokudouma

[iheartmagicians]

they w went out for icecream ... i saw them .

[fiddlepot]

miner dee en eye (kinda nsfw) go do your homework losers /neu same thing for ageless blogs. Cease.

Me when brain suddenly "kokudoma"

Like. It's honestly such a crackship but they're fuck buddies only bc kokushibo is an edgy ass bitch

But doma is like actually fond of him and won't leave him tf alone so koku goes "fuck it" and edges him with like small doses of attention only to fuck him senseless later, and y'all know they can both go for literally forever bc stamina is not an issue for demons at all

Anywhoooo 🤣

Drabble under the cut. Once again, nsfw = get the FUCK out if you're a minor plz thx ❤🌹🙏

Tags; nsfw (duh doy) kokudou, doma being a bottom bitch, degredation, little to no aftercare tbh koku don't got time for that, impact play, blood play, biting, belt bondage, humiliation, one sided affection, koku being sassy, demons being freaks lmao!

oh yeah, and before I forget to mention uh. my bad if there are like, issues in the writing. I don't rlly write smut like that so it may be like, finnicky or whatever.

His Affection

As the second-in-command, the moments bestowed upon Upper Moon 1 were of the utmost significance—a privilege beyond measure to partake in even the slightest morsel of his precious time, perhaps more so than the demon king himself.

And it seemed Muzan thought so too.

Doma's relationship with the highest Kizuki was, put simply, a distraction for them both. His lordship already didn't like him—and it was evident that the progenitor fancied the prospect of hearing his cries of pleasure bounce about the sprawling walls of the Infinity Castle even less. Or having the ability to see him unfurl anywhere, for that matter.

Yet he tolerated it all, much as he tolerated the myriad eccentricities that defined Doma's existence—solely because Kokushibo didn't bear any particular fondness of the man. If there was any semblance of favor beneath his veneer, it was a masterful deception, concealed with an artistry that left no room for doubt.

“How exceedingly unbecoming of you... Upper Moon Two,” Kokushibo taunted, his tone laced with derision as he continued to torment Doma. A single thrust of his knee into Doma's perineum reduced him to a huffing, mewling, wanton mess that could do nothing but writhe beneath the relentless assault. “Pathetic.”

“For you, I...” Doma began to croon in response, but his sentiment was summarily disregarded by his superior.

Indeed, the kanji branded into Doma's very being served as a constant reminder of the wrongness that tainted their actions. Yet he grappled with the notion of whether it truly constituted wrongdoing, when he was held captive by someone of superior strength. It could have been worse, but the act itself, while undeniably indulgent, left him yearning for more.

Three pairs of amber eyes encased in bloodshot sclerae bore down upon Doma's kaleidoscope orbs, middle eyelids lifting with a sadistic mirth as the latter struggled to gather his bearings. Yes, if nothing else, he was a rather fine instrument—a myriad outlet of wanton and eager reactions to every strum, stroke, and tug of Kokushibo's own.

Another forceful thrust, and Doma's fists, ensnared by the constricting uwa-obi, trembled with impatience. His hitherto unrewarding quest for gratification danced in macabre synchrony with Kokushibo's unyielding onslaught of ruthless stringency. Stringency he trusted Doma could handle, just as he had many times before.

Indeed, he bore an unparalleled capacity to endure the most precarious of circumstances. Stripped bare and vulnerable, entangled within Kokushibo's grip that paradoxically bore both pain and pleasure to his bruised wrists, all within the sanctum of his private chambers where the prying eyes of servants loomed over him as a threat to his image—his affection for the elder demon had endowed him with a remarkable adaptability. That which Kokushibo quite appreciated, even while he didn't do so typically.

“Please,” Doma keened, not entirely sure of what he was begging for. His legs flailed above Kokushibo's hips, the capriciousness of his knee now replaced with a rhythmic cadence. In response, Doma's own hips danced to accommodate, all under Kokushibo's unwavering gaze.

“Please?” The elder demon withdrew his knee just as he noticed Doma's thrusts growing more frantic, bringing about a plaintive whine of protest. One that he ignored. “Please what?”

Cruel, Doma surmised, his furrowed brows betraying a sensation akin to frustration—though it was more related to a profound sense of bereftness. The feeling soon gave way to astonishment though, as his superior's calloused, unfettered hand ventured toward his most intimate regions. In a tantalizing journey that brushed past a multitude of erogenous zones, Kokushibo commenced a painstakingly leisurely rhythm of strokes upon the taut, erect shaft. “Lord Kokushibo,” Doma moaned, the words escaping his lips in yet another impassioned plea. He couldn't bite back his grin at the pleasure as the ministrations increasingly focused on his tip.

“Hmm?” He pressed.

“I...”

“Out with it, now.” With a low, knowing hum, Kokushibo continued his torturous ministrations, the shadow of a wry smile playing upon his lips. He reveled in the unfolding tableau, and were it not for the undeniable evidence concealed beneath his hakama, Doma might have failed to discern Kokushibo's own mounting desire. His digit, now shifting its focus to Doma's taint and then his quivering slit, brought about a gasp and a shuddering buck of his hips from his suboordinate.

“Oh, you intoxicate me,” was what Doma wanted nothing more than to convey at that moment—but he was thinking with the brain in between his legs now, and just choking out the phrase “I want you to fuck me” was a hassle on its own. So in lieu of those words, his body needily leaned into Kokushibo's tantalizing caress, eliciting a flinch, a fervent yelp, and the shadow of a chuckle as he was duly rewarded with the electrifying sting of a strike to his thigh.

“Out with it,” repeated Upper Moon One, eyes lazily trailing downwards towards Doma's slit. The hand on his thigh never quite ceased its position there, but it did gingerly slide upwards, halting just shy of his hip. “I much prefer hearing you mewl and beg...” Kokushibo leaned back, moving to take the awaiting bottle of oil beside them in his hand with a mumur, “...than I do seeing you throw your hips about without any abandon or shame... like a cheap harlot.”

Or perhaps he preferred a combination of both.

His movements were deft and fluid, and soon enough, Doma found his thighs tensing in ecstasy as his superior slid a slicked finger inside with ease. With a single thrust, followed by the benevolent curl of Kokushibo's digit, he effortlessly conducted a symphony of squirming, whimpering, and shuddering glee from the younger demon.

“Oh, god, yes— more of that,” he finally cried out, his moans now reaching crescendos of reckless abandon, “Please, I need— I nee-he-oh...!”

Something between a laugh and a keen leaves his mouth mid plea, and Kokushibo lavishes a hot tongue on his nipple. Simultaneously, the hand that had lingered on his upper thigh ventured upward to cup his pectoral—soft and sumptuous enough to rival a woman's bosom, and apparently just as sensitive as one, too.

“Go on,” Kokushibo rasped, following his words with a bite that sent his suboordinate gasping for air that he hardly needed to begin with. Doma seemed so caught up in the feeling of wet hotness lapping his erected nipple that he hardly had any reaction to the second and soon, third finger of Kokushibo's adding to the mess of oily slick that was his entrance. A wicked spectacle it was, to witness the unraveling of Doma's customary demeanor. Kokushibo, savoring every moment of it, traced a peppery path of kisses along both pectorals, infusing his actions with a deceptively sweet tenderness before descending upon the other nipple. “What do you need?”

“I need... I need your cock— inside me,” His own cock jumped as the pinching sensation returned at a sharper intensity, one that drew forth his blood. Blood that erupted upon his superior's taste buds—blood that was lapped up hungrily until the wound inevitably fizzled away.

To this, Upper Moon One withdrew his fingers, either deeming Doma loose enough or in an effort to keep him on the edge of release.

“Just inside you?” probed the demon, withdrawing his mouth and cupping hand to do away with his garments.

“Mnhh” with a hitch of his breath, Doma lowered his eyelids, and then his gaze. Seemed the man had a sword in between his legs too, he joked to himself. “I wan—... I need you to fuck me, Lord Kokushibo.” The latter cupped the back of Doma's left knee in response. “Please,” he added. There was a period of silence between the two after that.

“Turn around,” Kokushibo finally commanded, to which Doma obliged. A small part of him contemplated praising the man silently, for although he relished the act of instructing him to get on his knees, this time, the younger demon had done so without being expressly told—a noteworthy first.

Doma's body quivered in anticipation as the sizable tip of Kokushibo's arousal prodded at his entrance. It greedily swallowed up the intrusion alongside the thick shaft that followed, and he could've sworn he saw stars once their hips converged with a wet slap. Another exploratory snap of his superior's hips, and he wails with delight—All things considered, it quite pleased Kokushibo to know this wanton little orfice remembered him so very well.

Kokushibo maintained an unwavering grasp on Doma's hips, savoring every subtle contour of the younger demon's form and the symphony of beguiling sounds that flowed from his parted lips. There was no respite, no pause in the relentless storm that were his ceaseless thrusts, each one propelling his length to greater depths within Doma's quivering core. The younger demon, overwhelmed by the overstimulation, sought solace by burying his head into the silken sheets, his eyes cast upwards, and his mouth a veritable cascade of desire, saliva pooling in his abandon. His muffled ries and moans, somehow still unbridled and unrestrained, reverberated through the room and likely the halls beyond it. And it was always at that point that Kokushibo knew his conscience had been wholly eclipsed by the arduous affair.

In all sincerity, Doma was at his most endearing in this state. A harsh sentiment, perhaps, but in such moments, there existed no space for artifice or his foolish banter. In such moments, he was malleable, receptive to reminders of his place.. Just as he should be.

As Kokushibo's hand traversed the expanse of Doma's nape and traced an affectionate path along his back—perhaps the sole form of praise Doma would garner from his superior this night—he basked in the tender sensation, finding solace in the fleeting respite his dampened pillow couldn't hope to provide on its own.

However, that interlude of affection was destined to be brief. His hand, which had previously caressed Doma's back, now ventured to entwine itself in the younger demon's tousled locks. With a firm tug, akin to that of a leash, Kokushibo elicited a high-pitched squeal from Doma—a sound that he found utterly delicious, a brief indulgence before he shifted his focus.

At the crook of Doma's neck, Kokushibo bared his fangs, and with a savage bite, he drew forth yet another long bead of blood to be lapped up with grace. Kokushibo's lips closed around the wound, savoring the metallic tang of Doma's essence. From there, the rolling of his hips only grew more intense, and Doma's moans only grew louder.

“Such a piteous mess,” drawled Upper Moon One, muffled by his own painful ministrations. Doma threw his head back with whatever room he was allowed. “Merely a handful of thrusts, and you're wailing and contorting... like a desperate animal in the throes of heat.”

A well-placed blow to his rear incurred a yowl of pleasure from Doma—a response not born of wrongdoing but a delicious opportunity to chastise him in such a manner.

“M'sorry,” He babbled mindlessly, “M' a mess for you, Lord Kokushibo, I—mhn~!—feels so good, I'm...”

Kokushibo tore his fangs from the yielding flesh, savoring the yelp that ensued, along with the metallic tang of blood that tantalized his lips. He took a moment to relish the essence, licking it away with a deliberateness that bespoke his hedonistic enjoyment at that moment. As anticipated, the wound healed swiftly. He leaned back, drinking in the sight of Upper Moon Two, stripped of his dignity and forced to his knees within the confines of his own domain—a place where his image held paramount importance.

“You don't appear to be contrite in the slightest.” Kokushibo crooned, his voice oscillating between panting breaths and lascivious groans as he skillfully coaxed another cascade of mewls from Doma. His free hand deftly moved to stimulate the other's arousal, further heightening his pleasure. “I wonder,” he continued, his tone dripping with malice, “what might occur... if one of your devoted followers were to stumble upon this debauched scene... while you're ensnared in such a stupefying state?”

With another resolute thrust, Kokushibo's hand deftly manipulated Doma's frenulum, unleashing a searing tidal wave of pleasure that sent the younger demon reeling, stars dancing before his vision. In that moment of rapturous intensity, his brain grappled to process the words uttered, and when comprehension finally dawned, the thought alone made his cock twitch with fervor.

“How crassly forthright.” Kokushibo remarked, his grip on Doma's arousal tightening briefly, only to unleash a punitive slap upon the hypersensitive tip. The sharp sting gave rise to an immediate yelp of pleasure-pain, Doma's breath quickening with a sharp hitch as he teetered on the precipice of rapture and torment.

It was a sound judgement to have him face the door then, Kokushibo supposed, basking in the sounds he choked out of his suboordinate. Doma's vocalizations ran the gamut, ranging from rasped vulgarities to squeaky cries, and if there was one facet that Kokushibo genuinely admired about him, it was his voice—a mellifluous tenor that he might not have deserved but undeniably possessed. In the throes of passion, Doma made the most delectable sounds, each note growing more exquisite, more impassioned, as his inevitable climax approached.

And Kokushibo, true to his intent, was resolute in granting him that release, if not the preservation of his dignity. After all, he was exceptionally well-behaved tonight—and he had put the man through more than enough.

In that chamber, a tumultuous tempest of blurred ecstasy unfurled its rapturous banner. Devoid of ardor's solemn vows, bereft of any whispered oaths, release finally came. As Doma, his frame a symphony of ecstasy, ascended towards the zenith of his sensual reverie, Kokushibo, without much delay, joined him. With one last fervent thrust, Upper moon one stilled his hips, and the demons' release converged in sinewy strings of white amidst their frenzied sounds of pleasure, until there was nothing left to give.

Doma was the first to succumb to a semblance of exhaustion, his body yielding as Kokushibo's length slid out of him, leaving him in a languid sprawl as he finally had a moment to revel in the intoxicating fluids that now clung to him—an unapologetic mess of his superior's warm spent and his own perspiration that existed despite his naturally low body temperature. Kokushibo, his gaze fixated on the visage of Doma in his post-coital haze, contemplated the notion of a potential round two, had he the luxury of time.

With a sigh, he carefully removed the obi that had previously bound Doma's wrists, freeing the younger demon from his constraints. He proceeded to dress himself upon sliding off the bed as if nothing happened—although his apparent discomfort at his own perspired state was palpable.

“It would be prudent for you to summon your servants to attend to this... aftermath,” he remarked in a hushed tone, his words laced with an air of formality. “If there is anything you require me to procure for you... now would be the time to inquire. If not.. I'm taking my leave.”

“A kiss would be-”

“No.”

Doma grumbled, shuffling up to the edge where Kokushibo stood. Like clockwork, his perpetual smile returned, and of course, so did his cheekiness. Kokushibo, who had been facing the door, turned to look at him, utterly unamused.

“Would it kill you to give me just one...?” he pouted. “You said I could ask for anything I wanted just now... You're always so mean to me.”

“No,” Kokushibo repeated, adjusting the sash of his kimono. “...I said I'd give you whatever you needed. You don't need what you're asking for.”

Kokushibo reached for his sheathed katana and slid it into his obi with practiced precision. He was preparing for his departure, to which Doma deflated onto his bed in silent resignation.

“...Nor does it seem like you need anything from me at all,” he remarked stoically, turning his gaze forward. “So I will take my leave now.”

And with that, he was gone. Doma rolled over unto his back with a dramatic sigh. Maybe it was a need. His affection.

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Wowzer, that was a long one. Sorry for the long wait. I've been meaning to get this out for a whole week, but my perfectionist ass kept editing before the damn piece was actually finished. Anyway.... yeah, I'll probably post more of these two lol. Their banter was fun to write for sure.

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Hello, hello, hello my favourite fluff writer! Have you been good? I absolutely adore all your D o u m a/ K o k u s h i b o tickle fics! Their personalities compliment each other's so well XD. I know you've written one like this, but may I please request a Lee! Koku Ler! Douma fic? I don't have a specific prompt for this, so you can do whatever you want! (If you accept the request of course :))

Ahh YESH!!! Heyo anons! I hope it's alright that I combined these two! Kokudouma is such a delightful ship for me, and since we're in winter; I figured why not make something a bit snowy? Hehehe! I hope you like it!

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“Hey.”

Douma’s voice held a teasing note as he poked his head in, vibrant eyes dancing as they landed on Kokushibou. He gestured, a single clawed finger curling invitingly to follow. “I wanna show you something.”

The older demon watched him for a long moment, a war of curiosity and weariness dueling it out within. Then he stood, following the grinning blonde.

He didn’t ask where they were going- he knew he wouldn’t get an answer. He did let Douma’s hand find his, cold and solid yet strangely comforting against his calloused palm. When they reached their destination, they stood in one of the castle’s many large empty rooms.

“Here we are!” Douma clapped, sashaying to the middle of the room as he turned his gaze onto Kokushibou. “Ready?”

“For what exactly?” He asked. What was Douma going to do?

The blonde only smiled. And then…

A snowflake landed on his nose.

Kokushibou looked at it cross-eyed, earning a gleeful cackle from the blonde. More snowflakes fell around them, raining slowly down against the wooden floors until the color went from red to white. Douma continued to laugh, spreading his arms out wide and spinning on one foot as he brought down flake after flake. “Isn’t this lovely, Koku?”

“It’s…cold.” Kokushibou mused, knowing it was an underwhelming response but not sure how else to describe it. Holding out his hands, he let the snow gather within, crystalizing his skin and chilling him to the bone. “Very cold.”

“Pfft- of course it is! It’s snow! Surely you’ve grown up with snow before?” Douma grinned cheekily, sticking out his tongue to catch a stray flake. He almost missed the somber look crossing the other’s face in his glee. “Koku…?”

The ground was thick and hard to walk through. His legs hurt from the intense chill, and his breath came out a long puffs of white. Ahead of him, a boy with his face turned back to laugh, waving as he encouraged him to follow.

“Koku?” His name- his new name- being called shook him from his memory. He looked up to find Douma watching him. How’d he get so close without him noticing? “Are you still here?”

“I…yes.” Kokushibou shook his head, scattering away the past. “Forgive me..snow and I- we don’t have a fondness for one another.”

“Oh?” Douma looked sad then. Kokushibou wanted to snatch the words right back. Then the blonde was smiling once more. “Well, we just have to fix that, won’t we?”

“What-” Before Kokushibou could speak, Douma had his hands in his once more, pulling him further into the room with a laugh. Snow danced around them like fairy lights, blurring his vision some as Douma twirled them around. “Come now, frolic with me!”

This room was big, but not that big. The snow had gotten thick around his ankles, and even with his thick robes, he still felt the chill.

And yet…

“That’s it!” Douma laughed as Kokushibou attempted to “frollic”. He tried copying Douma’s footwork, but found himself tripping more than usual. The ground was particularly icy in places, sending them both slipping into one another as they went about the room. It was…fun. A rare feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hehe, look at us go! Isn’t this lovely-” Douma went to smile at him over his shoulder just as his leg went backwards. Wide eyed, he scrambled for purchase, the closest thing to him being Kokushibou himself.

They hit the ground soon after, cushioned by the fluffy snow.

“Pfft! Pfft, pfft!” Kokushibou sputtered out reddish brown hair, shoving his bangs out of his face with his free hand. The one clutching Douma’s stayed firm, if not a bit tight. “Douma, are you alright?”

A rhetorical question- they were demons that could heal in seconds. Still, the words slipped out before he could stop them.

“Aww, you’re worried about me?” Douma popped up with a smile, half leaning into Kokushibou as he propped himself up. “Oh Koku, you do care!”

“Of course I do.” His lips were loose today. Maybe it was the frollicing- or perhaps something was in the snow. “I always care about you.”

Douma gasped some at that, eyes widening. If demons could blush, Kokushibou imagined he’d be pink in the cheeks right now. The mental image of that did funny things to his stomach.

“Oh, aren’t you a sweet talker!” Douma cooed, climbing further up Kokushibou as he wrapped his arms around him. “And here I thought I was the charismatic one! You should come to one of my follower meetings. We’d be the talk of the town!”

“No thanks. I’d likely drive them away with my presence.” Six eyes was a lot to take in…

“What? No way! You’re so handsome!” Douma cooed. When Kokushibou raised an eyebrow, Douma grinned- curling the hands resting against his sides. “You’re incredibly handsome! Look at that chiseled jaw, those high cheekbones, those eyes!” Douma leaned in so they were nose to nose, drinking in the older demon’s wobbly smile. “I wanna swim in them~”

“Ehe! Ehehehehehehe, Doohoohouma, plehahahahhase!” Kokushibou tried capturing his hands, but Douma was far too quick! His long nails made short work pressing through the thick fabric of his robes, sending little shocks of ticklishness up his core. “Ihiiihihiht’s tohoohohohoo cohohohohold!”

“Is it now? Well, I’ll just have to warm you up!” Douma teased, increasing his efforts as he clawed at the other demon’s ribs, earning a series of deep rich chuckles and snickers. “Can’t let you turn into a Koku-sicle, can I? Hehehe~”

“Thahahaht whahahahhas a thhehehehehrrihiihihhible johohohoohohke!”

“You’re laughing though~”

“Shhuuhuhuhuhuhush!” Realizing he wasn’t getting out of this one easily, he changed tactics. Reaching out, he grasped Douma by the waist, pulling him across him and into the snow beside him. With their limbs tangled temporarily it gave him just the opening he needed.

“Whoa! Aren’t you-EEK!” Douma squealed, arching as fingers attacked his hip, sending snow flying with his flailing limbs. “Nohohooohohoho, Kohohoohohokooohohohoho! Aheahhhahhahahah!

“What’s so funny, Douma? Have another joke?” He asked, a teasing tone entering his voice as he brought his hands up to the blonde’s neck, earning a loud squeal. “Don’t be shy- tell me!”

“AHEHAHHAHAAAHHAHAAA!” Douma thrashed beneath him,hands coming up to squeeze his ribs as he struggled to get away. Kokushibou yelped at the touch, giving Douma his own opening for revenge.

It was like they were children, rolling in the snow with one another as they tickled eachother relentlessly. Kokushibou couldn’t remember the last time he felt so…free. So unburdened by duty, so…relaxed.

All things must come to an end. Douma and him laid side by side in the cold snow, hand in hand as they watched the flakes fall around them. They landed on Douma’s face, his hair- he looked like an angel beneath it all.

“Hey.” He whispered, poking Kokushibou’s shoulder gently. “I love you.”

Those three little words; spoken so easily but carrying such an impact it left Kokushibou  a bit stunned. Then he smiled, leaning in and capturing Douma’s lips within his own. They were icy at the touch, but sent warmth spreading from the back of his neck down to the tips of his toes.

“I love you too.”

Maybe the snow wasn't so bad afterall.

Thanks for reading!