Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Silly antics | {KokuZan}

Theme: Floof? Sillies?

Note: I like feeling bad when I don’t satisfy everyone’s needs /j (i’m sorry for not writing KokuZan for so long and since I can’t find it in myself to write a 1000 word oneshot have a short one for the time being)

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“How do you look like in your final form?” Kokushibo asked curiously.

He lay on his back, Muzan sprawled on top of him, a blanket draped over the two lazily. They had been lying here for a while now, bored as they waited for the sun to set.

Muzan propped himself up with his elbows, placing one on either side of his boyfriend’s torso. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m just wondering,” Kokushibo commented, his eyes flicking down to meet Muzan’s. “You talk about it a lot, but I’ve never seen it.”

Muzan smirked. “Because you would drop dead at how amazing I look,” he teased, adding a slight toss of his head at the end.

Kokushibo laughed. “I’m sure I would.”

“Anyways, I only plan to use it if necessary. Which will probably not be the case,” Muzan remarked, laying his head on his Uppermoon’s chest, closing his eyes.

“Ah. Can I see it anyhow?” Kokushibo asked, his arms snaking down to Muzan’s waist. 

“Ehh, later,” Muzan said dismissively. 

“Alright.” Kokushibo sat up, moving Muzan’s legs around his hips and pulling him into a kiss.

Muzan flushed, pulling away. “The hell was that for?! I wanted to lie down!”

Kokushibo raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you the one who can read my mind?”

“Yeah… But you did ask for some privacy! So I’ve been resisting it,” Muzan insisted. “I’m not reading your mind 24/7.”

“Mhmm,” Kokushibo hummed, placing a light kiss on Muzan’s bottom lip, smiling vaguely. “Your loss.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!” Muzan whined, wrapping his arms around the Uppermoon’s neck and resting his head upon Kokushibo’s shoulder.

“Hm. If you read your mind, you would see a beauty marking every corner of it,” he said, placing a kiss on Muzan’s cheek.

“Eh?? Who?!” Muzan said, suddenly suspicious.

Kokushibo laughed. “You, idiot,” he said affectionately. “You get jealous? Didn’t realize it.” (muzan is so me)

“Fuck off!” Muzan said, huffing. He pulled away from Kokushibo, crossing his arms. His cheeks were brushed with pink and he looked like a child—pouting. 

“Mm, I don’t think I’ll do that,” Kokushibo said, kissing Muzan’s jaw tenderly.

“…Stop kissing me!” Muzan ordered.

“Why?” Kokushibo asked, leaning back against the mountain of pillows he’d placed behind him earlier.

“Because… Because…” Muzan tried. “I hate you!”

“Mhm. I love you too.”

“Fuck you!” he complained, pushing Kokushibo down so he slipped off the pillow mountain and fell onto the floor.

“I can fuck y-“

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Muzan shouted, his face redder than his eyes.

Kokushibo burst out in laughter, scooting towards Muzan again and patting him reassuringly. “I’ll stop,” he said. 

Muzan huffed. 

“Okay, let’s do something else. Will you show me your final form now?” Kokushibo asked, tilting his head.

“…Fine,” Muzan decided, standing. 

“Alright. Do I have to, like, move back..?” he asked.

“Uhh… Good question,” Muzan said, placing his hands on his hips. “I don’t know.”

“I- What?”

“I’ve never showed anyone, I usually do this in private just to test out what I can do or some shit,” Muzan said, waving it off. “Nevermind, just go outside of the room and I’ll tell you when you can come back in.”

“Why?-” Kokushibo asked, although he headed towards the door.

“Because my final form is embarrassing, and I don’t want you to see me transforming,” Muzan exlpained, pushing him out and shutting the door.

Kokushibo waited patiently for a couple minutes until he heard Muzan shout, “You can come in now!!”

Kokushibo turned and opened the door, walking inside. He froze when he saw Muzan there, his top half bare and bottom half and arms were pitch-black. His hair was long (would it be white? In the manga, he was confused why it was still white (which ended up being the bc of his aging)) and wavy, and he had what appeared to be many mouths scattered upon his body.

“Ah,” Kokushibo said, at loss for words.

“What kind of reaction is that?!” Muzan whined, shutting the door and pulling Kokushibo towards him.

“Uh. I don’t know,” Kokushibo admitted. He slipped a hand behind Muzan’s ear, drawing his head up to look at him. “Mm, you did stun me with your beauty—or amazingness, as you’d said.”

Muzan turned beet red. “You said you would stop!”

“I lied,” Kokushibo murmured, kissing him gently. 

“You little fucker,” Muzan hissed between kisses, though he didn’t protest any further as Kokushibo pulled him down to the futon they’d been laying on, running his hand through the long, white locks. 

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I was so suddenly apt to keeping this chapter short that i ended it randomly💀

love you alllllllll<3333