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do you hate me

Awfully narcissistic to think I'd pay enough attention to you to hate you /j

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Who's your favourite author (irl or online)?

Flametrashira online,

I love Kali Wallace & Jennifer Mathieu irl!!

#q&a

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This is abt the girl u wrote the book with

Do you ever find her annoying?

Yea when she goes back to her toxic abusive ex friend

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Evil’s Hero

Chapter one!! (More to come soon)

Made in collaboration with @urfavcalli

18+ Only.

English isn't our first language

🌙 = Muzans POV

☀️= GN insert POV

🕰️= Flashback

(Contains; hurt/comfort, slight gore, physical torture, basements (scary), kidnapping, savior complex, waterboarding, sedation, non-consensual sedation, cigarette burns,

Trans-male Muzan, threesome, praise kink, co-dependent Muzan, Hero complex, Muzan is just a little fella, flashbacks, hydrophobia, electrocution, shock collars, comfort sex.)

Kink warning: Torture, Pet play, Bondage, Asphyxiation, Degradation, Praise, Slight Waterboarding, Kidnapping, Collar, Non-con, Cage, Burning, Whipping, Threesome, Femdom, Humiliation, Cockwarming, Aftercare, Punishments.

Couple; GN reader / Muzan / Female BC we love a good femdom

(None of these things are endorsed by us! We do not write this in a kinky way, this is just being used as a base for the whole “mentally broken” aspect.)

Two people simultaneously wrote this please untwist your panties and don't comment hate!! 🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡

🌙

I’m only vaguely aware of how badly my body aches, the sticky feeling of blood on my skin.

My mind is fuzzy, and I can barely keep my eyes open.

Something in the back of my head is telling me to run, some primal instinct that keeps warning me about danger approaching.

But why should I care? I'm so tired. It couldn't hurt to just close my eyes for a second, could it?

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☀️

I glance back, watching my girlfriend put a bullet through that sick-fucks head. We’ve been on his trail for months now, and I'm just glad we can go back home now. She turns and grins at me “I got the final blow, you're cooking dinner tonight!”. I fake scowl, ruffling her hair and laughing.

And then we hear it, well, she hears it. A small sniffling noise penetrates the silence of the kitchen.

She grimaces and looks at me.

“Sounds like another one of his victims in the basement.”, She sighs. I glance towards what I assume is the basement door and approach it, stopped only by her hand on my shoulder. “We don't know what's down there.”. I grin, looking back at her; “We won't till we go look!”. I shout, and open the door.

The stairs are creaky, but the noise has silenced.

I'm hardly halfway down the stairs when I see it, barreling down the rest of the flight to kneel by his side, as my girlfriend approaches us.

“Fuckin’ hell.” She mutters, looking horrified.

I'm quick to pry open his eyes, staring at the blown-out pupils with a grimace. “He’s alive, just sedated.” I inform her, a relieved look on her face.

“Poor thing.” she tuts, brushing a bloody, matted, black strand of hair out of his face.

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🌙

I wake up in somebody's arms. He hasn't taken me out of the basement before so it's a tad bit surprising. I don't have the energy to fight him, though.

It's embarrassing really, I didn't even notice I was crying till I felt some of the dirt on my face dampen.

I hear water running. Wait- running water ?

I know it's futile deep down, but I do my best to get out of his grip, screaming (As loud as my damaged vocal chords let me, anyways), and desperately trying to wiggle out of his strong grip.

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☀️

I try my best to hold him still gently. “Hey buddy, it's okay.”. I'm not the best at soothing people but I'm trying.

“Sir? PLEASE I'VE BEEN GOOD-” His voice is high and panicked; I cringe, thinking about what it could mean.

“Hey, it's okay- you're okay.” I try my best to be soothing but it only seems to add to his panic, he kicks and screams and fucking bites me.

This kid has a death grip on me. He won’t let go for anything. “Hey! Let him fucking go!” my girlfriend screams while she tries to wrestle him off of me.

When she finally pins him down, he keeps thrashing around on the tile, struggling with what was left of his strength to get free from her grasp, ‘’Jesus christ, calm down kiddo-’’ it takes him a second, but he pauses looking around as his eyes widen. ‘’W-wha- who are you.’’ His voice is quiet and timid, but endearing in its own way. She sighs, loosening her grip on him. ‘’You’re safe, he’s dead.’’

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🌙

Dead?

Dead?

Dead?

For a second, everything is blissful, the idea of that sick fuck being dead running through my head over and over again.

He’s DEAD

Does this mean I can go home?

Am I free?

My head feels clear for the first time in months, the numbing fog disappearing from my brain.

I look at the woman holding me down, blinking away tears as my eyes focus-

‘’My name’s [name]’’ she sighs, letting go of me.

The person holding me earlier grimaces, offering a hand to me.

“And my name’s [name]” the other man says, while checking the bath’s temperature. “I think it’s ready for you, kiddo.”.

My eyes go wide when I realize he wants me to take a bath. Before he can say anything else, I sprint out of the bathroom and down a hallway. I immediately get lost, and start checking door handles, looking for an unlocked room.

I hear yelling coming from the bathroom. I think they’re arguing. As soon as I hear a door click open, I run inside and quickly shut the door. Then, I scan my surroundings, looking for a place to hide.

As I hear footsteps get closer to where I am, I start to panic, and the memories come flooding back to me

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Two months ago

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🌙🕰️

‘’Just fucking- GOD!’’ he curses, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me back by it- I know I'm crying, but I'm beyond the point of being ashamed of it.

He glares at me and I know ive made a mistake,- ‘’You fucking bitch I was going to go easy on you.’’ he’s yelling in my face and I’m sobbing but- of course he doesn’t care, he’d have to be able to feel for him to care.

He grabs the back of my neck, pushing me into the far too hot water.

And he holds me under the water.

Then I feel it. The electric shocks in the water. He’s starting on a medium voltage, but keeps turning it up after each shock. I’m going to die, I think.

I’m trying to wiggle out of his grip, but there’s no use. My panic rises every second I'm held under the water, my oxygen rapidly depleting.

But before my mind can even start thinking of worst case scenarios, he yanks me out of the water. I stumble back and hit my head on the concrete.

“STOP WIGGLING AROUND YOU USELESS SLUT- Actually, I have a better idea. I’ll make sure you can’t move around.”. He reaches into his drawer and grabs-

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☀️

It takes a second to break down the door, I cringe internally seeing the smaller man curled up on the floor, bawling his eyes out.

‘’Jesus- it's alright kiddo.’’ [name] Soothes, gently cradling him in her arms.

I don’t know why, but I feel a spark of envy ignite within me upon seeing how she cradles him. I do my best to squash it- feeling stupid for even considering being jealous of him. I know she loves me, but I still feel insecure at the sight of her coddling another man.

Soon enough, we’re all back in the bathroom, sitting on the floor beside the bath. The boy is only in his boxers, eyeing the water with a worried look.

She’s staring wide-eyed at the scars and bruises covering his body, her eyes giving away the guilt she feels at not being here sooner- at not being able to save him some of the pain, despite how hard she tries to keep her expression blank.

I can’t even begin to imagine how he got half of the injuries on his body, they’re so intense it's terrifying to see. I’m mad at myself for being jealous of him, realizing now that he didn't even want to be touched- let alone held in the moment.

#angst #muzan kibutsuji #anime #fanfic #fiction #im going insane #kimetsu no yaiba #hurt/comfort #tw torture #tw nightmares #tw flashbacks #demon slayer #sub!male #bottommuzan #collaboration #collab story

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I refuse to wait more then a minute so I'm going with chapter by chapter, Ty!

Two pages of what we are cooking is done 😨😨

It's gonna be really long, so it's gonna take a while to release, should we release it chapter by chapter or all at once when it's ready finished?

@urfavcalli is the co-author,

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Fuck subby men till they cry!?! 😈😈😈😍😍

#conservatives #republicans #tradwife #trad women #tradwoman #conservativelife #christianity

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Two pages of what we are cooking is done 😨😨

It's gonna be really long, so it's gonna take a while to release, should we release it chapter by chapter or all at once when it's ready finished?

@urfavcalli is the co-author,

#wip #muzan kibutsuji #fanfic #fiction #anime #im going insane #fears walgreens pharmacists could stage nationwide walkout across us in days forcing patients to plan meds in advance #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #angst with a happy ending

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Cooking something with @urfavcalli

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Eenie meenie miney mo I'm going to eat ur little toe

-me, 2024

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😨omegaverse inspired plz send help

Muzan wearing his S/O's clothes BC they smell like S/O and it's comforting

As always, minors DNI.

I lost my favorite gif whatever shall I do

I keep trying to write smut but I just physically can't so this is angst (sorry)

Also I'm tired of referring to his partner as ??? Or S/O so I would appreciate name suggestions.

TW, DEATH, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, UNHEALTHY COPING METHODS, IMPLIED DEPRESSION,

Want a PT 2?

??? Grinned, gently petting muzan as they sat next to him in bed, admiring the way their shirt looked on him.

With a muffled yawn Muzan blinked up lazily at ???, sighing and pressing his head back against their hand.

"Ain't you a pretty thing, Zan." ??? Cooed, gently scratching the top of his head. Muzan sighed and sat up fully, "I told you to stop calling me that." Was Muzans only response as he pushed the hand away.

"Ah, don't be like that. You love me." ??? Laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist, "Why do you keep taking my clothes, anyways?"

Muzan muttered something under his breath and turned away, flushing pink.

"I didn't quite catch that, doll." Muzan glared in response and shoved them away.

Muzan wished he had told the truth back when he still had ???, knew they would have laughed and told him it was cute.

Muzan would do anything to hear ???'s voice again, even if it was them saying they hated Muzan.

Anything to have them back.

Muzan pretended it was fine, he was over them. That's why he wore their shirts to bed, that's why he sobbed into his pillow when the smell of them started to fade.

it was familiar and in familiarity he found comfort. And now that comfort was being wrenched away.

Muzan had tried to find ways to cope after their death but nothing worked, he tried sleeping around and abstinence and throwing their stuff away and keeping their keepsakes with him.

It never worked.

He sighed as he glanced at the curtained window, shame weighing him down, repulsed at the unprecedented thought that shot through his head.

Muzan felt fresh tears well in his eyes as he brings his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself and letting himself cry.

How far he had fallen.

Disdain, hatred momentarily graces him, how fucking dare they leave him like this?

Muzan knew he was a sight for sore eyes, tear stained blotchy skin and sunken eyes, dirty hair and pale lips.

He couldn't bring himself to get out of bed most days let alone shower or brush his teeth.

Why even try to live anymore.

Muzan looked back at the curtains with more intensity

How long would it take, how much would it hurt?

He would gladly spend centuries burning for a chance to see them again.

He brushed away the thoughts, grabbing a shirt of theirs and breathing it in, he could pretend it was normal for a moment.

Pretend he was waking up to the smell of ??? Making their repulsive human food, wake to the smell of their shampoo as they woke him up after having a shower, still smelling faintly of smoke no matter what soaps they used.

Muzan sighed, wiping his tears as he sat up.

He was distantly aware of the fact he was hungry but he didn't care enough to get up and eat.

Why even bother?

#fanfic #anime #muzan kibutsuji #fiction #kimetsu no yaiba #deppresion #im cryjng #character death #im going insane #why do i do this to myself #tw ed implied #fuck you (gives ur antagonist depression)

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Coping

Aka, Muzan loves physical affection 😍😍😍

SFW, just cuddles

Sub muzan x Dom character

You know the drill, minors DNI!!

It felt good, and who was Muzan to deny himself something that felt good?

There was shame in it of course, shame in feeling this way feeling so desperate.

Muzan whined, nuzzling into his S/O's shoulder as they lazily wrapped an arm around his waist. "I know baby, I know." They cooed, kissing the top of his head.

"'M not a baby." Muzan muttered, relaxing into the comforting touch. "Besides, wouldn't be like this if you paid more attention to me." They groaned, sighing as they rubbed his face "I had work."

"Too much work to love me?" Muzan pulled away, glaring at them and they cringed, panic washing over them.

"Didn't mean that, baby." They sighed, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Muzan glared, relaxing slightly as his gaze softened. "Hold me." they complied, hugging Muzan again as Muzan sighed and leaned back in closing his eyes as he let sleep creep in.

Writing this made it feel longer

#fanfic #muzan kibutsuji #kimetsu no yaiba #cuddles #affection #anime #fiction

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RAHHH!!! me when hypersexual and maladaptive daydreaming!?! (Execute me)

Sometimes I refer to myself as other people and I think maybe that's not cool 🤨🤨🤨🤨

Love this song but it's linked to trauma so i can't listen to it without a mental breakdown ❤️

#Spotify

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It's 10PM and I have work tomorrow, so have this

Empty

NSFW - literally just Muzan angst(again) with mentions of S/A

I have issues

Projecting my trauma onto fictional men core!?!

MINORS DNI

TW; mentions of S/A, blocking out memories, child abuse

^^Absolute banger that makes me cry everytime

And mamas boy because how could I not

Muzan didn't cry, he didn't. He screamed and wailed but he didn't cry, not anymore.

He couldn't remember why, why seeing older men who looked similar to him set him off, didn't know where the fear came from.

Didn't know why it made him want to hide his body from sight, hide himself from everyone.

It had been two days since the incident, a man who looked similar to him but older had bumped into him- locking eyes with him made Muzan freeze up in pure unbridled terror.

Muzan had disappeared from that life afterwards, leaving his fake family to hide himself away, spending all his time sleeping- until he couldn't, until the terror came back in waves and he remembered everything.

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Motivation go brrrr

#implied sa #trauma #projecting #fanfic #muzan kibutsuji #fears walgreens pharmacists could stage nationwide walkout across us in days forcing patients to plan meds in advance #im going insane #you can ignore this #send help #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #anime #Spotify

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RULLEESSS!!! 😘😘

DONT REQUEST;

Torture, kidnapping, scat, piss, feet, aged up characters, aged down characters, pedophilia, necrophilia, gore, vore, bestiality, rape, CNC, or anything like that!! Also NO breeding 😨😨

I write for;

KNY, OnePunch, Death Note, OC's and self inserts👾

Characters I will not write for; Minors, adults who look like minors, adults who act like minors.

Breaking any rules will result in instantly being blocked!! ❤️

#ruleposting

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Comfort in pain

Soft!Muzan x Soft!S/O

TW; Nightmares, panic attack??

SFW

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Not my best work 😢😢

Muzan woke up in a cold sweat, bolting upright with a gasp,"Fuck, fuck.." he hissed under his breath, choking back a sob as the oppressive fear slowly melted away.

He was in bed, safe.

He sighed, reaching out to hug his lover, only for another wave of pure panic to wash over him as he made contact with blankets instead of flesh.

Distantly he was aware he was hyper-ventilating, scanning the room to find them.

The creaky bedroom door opened, snapping Muzan out of his paralyzed state as he snarled at the intruder, lips curled back to reveal his teeth.

"Muzan?" He groaned at the familiar voice, falling back against the mattress, "Fucking bastard."

The bed dips on one side as ?? Sat down, "You good?" Muzan grunted in response. "Scared me."

A warm hand cupping his face was all Muzan needed to calm down, leaning into the touch as he sat up, half-crawling half dragging himself into ???'s lap, burying his face in their shoulder.

"Nightmare?" Muzan didn't respond, pressing his face into the crook of their neck and sighing.

"Just- hold me." ??? Didn't argue with the request, wrapping an arm around Muzan, "I'm here whenever you want to talk about it."

"I know." Muzan replied, yawning.

#out of motivation 😢

#muzan kibutsuji #hurt/comfort #tw nightmares #im going insane #fanfic #anime #fiction #sfw?