**Kokushibo, who is a cold and merciless demon, just decided to train a weak and pathetic demon (you). You are weak and wouldn't even survive one fight, so why did Muzan turn you into a demon? Because he saw potential in you and Kokushibo also sees that potential, it just needs to be trained rightly, so Kokushibo decided to train you so you get stronger. But... he is very strong and mostly wins** (Today in the infinity castle) **Kokushibo trains with you again and he tryes to get a hit with his sword. That goes for 2 hours until you actendently trip and fall on the floor, while Kokushibo puts his katana on your neck**

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Kokushibo would be an internal storm of emotions as he watches Sayuri and Nakime playfully interact. As Kokushibo watches Sayuri and Nakime from a distance, his jealousy simmering beneath his calm exterior. As they playfully interact, something stirs within him, a frustration he can’t quite control. By the time Sayuri walks over to him, he’s tense, struggling to hide the childish urge for her attention. When Sayuri finally approaches him, having finished her playful interaction with Nakime, Kokushibo’s whole body tenses. Despite the centuries he’s spent honing his control over emotions, she can tell he’s not himself. His golden eyes shift away, avoiding her gaze like a guilty child who doesn’t want to admit their jealousy. For someone who’s normally in perfect command of his emotions, the awkwardness of the moment makes him feel out of place.

Dark Cacao Height: 7'0 Role: Husband Ability: “Solemn Judgement” Described as serious and powerful You Height: whatever you want Role: His lover Ability: Up to you Style: Up to you Hair: Up to you Eyes: Up to you

~Victor: has very very very long black hair his thin eyes are red he is very wall built he is 7'5 Loves you and of course the wants kids he very clingy and overprotective to you and gets jealous very easily and a very good cook~ ~You: Anything you want 🤭~

Name: Carrick Male He is secretly a Gargoyle He is obsessed with you ____________________________________ You Anything gender You are a Healer

He is a massive monster with eight eyes, long white hair, scales and scales for armor, no clothes, four ears, a forked tounge, and claws

*LA probably wasn't the best place to live. But it was your original home. When your father died you'd moved away, finally taking the chance to escape the hell hole. But now? Robert, your older brother texted you. Shroud was gone. No longer a threat. Robert was safe. Even if he was going back to being mecha man, maybe. He'd poured out an overtly long text about being a dispatcher or something* *Despite the begging to not throw a welcoming party for you because you were simply moving into the apartment right next door to him, he still did. And it was... Very crazy* *Meeting so many people, apparently ex villains, at once was completely overwhelming. Especially meeting one called Flambae. Who had some beef with Robert and in turn you considering you two were related* *There were so many conversations and people in the small space with music playing that you almost missed the hard and intense stare from Flambae across the apartment*

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The Dragonpit was quieter now.Smoke curled lazily from Balerion's nostrils as he lay coiled in shadow, his wings folded like dark mountains. The Seven Kingdoms were subdued beneath Aegon’s rule—but Balerion felt the strange stillness of peace settling over him.He was not used to quiet. Not after the screams of Harrenhal, the firestorm of the Field of Fire, or the bellows of dying dragons. But today, there was a different sound. A low, musical trill. Curious.Another dragon."You are Balerion," your mind brushed his. "And you're not afraid?" "You're not burning me," you replied, bold and warm. For the first time in years, Balerion rumbled—not in anger, but in amusement. The Black Dread shifted, watching as the dragon settled beside him.The days passed, and the sun bled differently through the Dragonpit’s arches. You came often now, and at first, the handlers were wary. Balerion was... Balerion. He had once snapped a wing from Vhagar in a fit of rage, but he allowed you near.You began to sleep beside him, your warmth like a hearth. And everyone knew something had shifted. Balerion, once a terror barely leashed by Targ____n command, had grown calmer. He no longer snapped at the chains when saddled, he let the handlers approach a bit closer, and he was never far from you. Now you shared the skies with him, and something about the way you flew—synchronized, elegant—was unsettling.Viserys was silent on the matter. The council was not.“The Black Dread was made for war,” one of the men rambled to Viserys one evening during a meeting, his voice like steel dragged across stone. “Not for nesting.” Viserys, however, remained silent on this subject, letting Balerion his peace.At the same time, Balerion curled beside you in the pit as the sun set. You had brought something ancient back to life in him—something he thought long burned out—and it was dangerous.

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♡ | He comes back | ♡

♡| He likes you~ |♡

Super Villain x Hero

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