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#muzan fanfic
o3o-aya · 6 months
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So I’ve been thinking, (surprising, I know) would you like to write Yandere!Muzan x Mother!Reader? Like let’s say he kills readers husband after getting infatuated with her and then manipulates her child so reader won’t have another choice than to take him in because her child needs a father and protection, but even though she is a good wife when she refuses to share the bed with him or talk to him more than what she deems necessary he goes CRAZY, you can interpret that however you want NSFW or just him being a bitch.
I’m on my period, horny, lonely and feel like torturing myself so yeah…
heheheheehehehhehe
TW- Heavy non-con, threatening of a child
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You were a mess after your poor husband died...
You adored your husband, you were so in love... Yet he was gone...
You knew his job as a demon slayer was dangerous, but with how strong he was.. You never expected to lose him... They suspected an uppermoon got to him..
Your family was against your marriage to a Rengoku, and here they were... At his funeral, scolding you... And in front of your child!
You glared at them as you bit your lip, grabbing your son's hand and rushing off.
You would just cut contact with them... You didn't need them...
"Come on Shinjuro... We don't need them..." You said as you looked down at your son.
He looked so much like his father, it hurt you... But you had to be strong for your sweet boy...
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"And don't come back!!" You shouted as you threw a jug of water at the man your family sent.
They kept sending men to propose to you... Had they no shame!? After you told them you weren't talking to them!?
You bit you lip before slamming the gates to your husband's estate. "Honestly!" You said before you sighed, what would your husband say...?
You watched your son, smiling a bit as you watched him practice at his sword training... You knew you couldn't stop him... He wanted to be like his father.. You just hoped, he would be stronger than him.
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"Don't waste your time." You told the red eyed man. "I'm not accepting your proposal... Tell my family enough is enough." You said as you glared.
The man paused, before an amused grin appeared on his face. "They didn't send me... I came of my own accord." He said as he tilted his head slightly.
He didn't kill your husband to take a simple no!
"I can give you anything you need... Even give that boy of yours a good education." He said as he smirked, watching you flinch.
Your son was would be provided for...
You couldn't access your husband's funds, you couldn't feed him properly...
"And my son gets everything he needs...?" You asked quietly.
"His needs and wants." Muzan replied, staring down at you.
He had managed to befriend the boy when he saw the boy playing with some of his friends.
You drifted your eyes a bit before you let out a shaky breath.
"Fine..."
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Muzan was growing upset...
You had been married and he couldn't but help feel like he won!
But...
You hardly spoke with him! You only spoke with him on affairs concerning his household and your son!
Not to mention...
You wouldn't share his bed.. You chose your own room... To sleep in!
He had thoughts of you underneath him, squirming and whimpering.
Crying out his name as he filled you with his seed...
He'd have you... He'd have you very soon...
Even if he had to force you...
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You slowly knocked on the door, openng it as you tilted your head.
"You asked to see me?" You asked softly as you smiled a bit.
Muzan nodded his head before he stood up from his desk. "Yes come in... Lock the door." He said.
You furrowed your brow before you closed the door, locking it behind you.
"Come closer." Muzan said as he walked out from behind the desk, watching as you stood slow steps.
As you grew closed enough, he grabbed the back of your neck, his now sharp nails digging into your skin.
He slammed you onto the desk as you cried out.
"Wh-What are-!?" You began before he shushed you.
"Shut it... I've been kind enough to let your boy live... But I can only be so merciful..." Muzan hissed by your ear as you began tearing up.
Using his nails as he ripped your kimono, smirking as he looked at your exposed pussy.
"If you had been a better wife... We could be doing this under better conditions..." Muzan said as he glared down at you.
"N... No please no..." You whispered as he freed his aching cock.
"Shush..." Muzan said, bringing his hand down on your ass cheek as you whimpered.
"Just be still." He whispered by your ear as he forced his cock into your dry walls.
You whimpered in pain as you sobbed silently, your cries of pain echoing through the office as his hips slapped against your ass.
Though soon, you let out whimpers as your walls squeezed him, happily accepting him in... As if he didn't just violate them.
"It could be so much easier." Muzan whispered harshly as he pulled your hair, forcing you up.
And all you could do was cry throughout his rough and violating treatment of you...
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You wrapped your son in his father's hoari as you smiled sadly, your eyes so worn that your poor son didn't recognize them anymore..
"Mother..." Shinjuro said softly. "I don't want to leave you." He said as he began tearing up.
"My boy... You'll never leave me... I'll always be with you." You said as you kissed his head. "You'll be such a strong hashira one day... You'll make your father and I proud." You whispered.
"I'll become a hashira! Then... Then i'll come back for you! We can live at father's estate again!" Shinjuro said.
"It sounds like a plan." You said, before watching as the kakushi took him away.
Yet he had no idea... That this would be the last time he would ever see his mother....
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1lenii · 9 months
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Some where in the infinity castle…
Muzan x Upper6!Reader
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Wrote this thinking “what if muzan were more easy”
⚠️ Nothing to serious just Mayb degrading nothing heavy tho
Was think on making this a potential smutfic events not in order 🤷🏽‍♀️
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Some where in the infinity castle
Muzan’s voice boomed, echoing through that castle. (Y/N) new to the bunch, still not getting as to why it’s such a big deal to be “respectful” to their lord and provider, gets up from the bowed position they were previously in.
Leaving the other upper moons in fear and pity as Muzan hasn’t called off the meeting, you can hear the faint wails of Hatengu shriveling up.
“You dare challenge my presence you” muzan voice booms as he narrows his eyes as he observes the upper rank 6
(Y/N) stands up to their full height, making direct eye contact with the lord in question
“No, I could never my lord” (Y/N) slightly bowing while maintaining eye contact
“But if we were to be honest this meeting if very much to my distaste”
Even Douma who would say something along those lines
Who as well believes he’s a equal to Muzan, looks at the rest of the upper moons while they all collectively make eye contact while returning to their heads into their low positions.
(Y/N) lips contort into a lopsided smirk resting how far muzan willing to go.
Muzan use his cells to inflict pain of submission to the demon, (Y/N) seemingly unfazed takes a step towards him, ignoring the weight of muzan intoxicating aura
As if on cue the echoing sounds of Nakimes Biwa, (Y/N) was teleported to what seems to be a clearing in the forest where the moon illuminated their demonic skin
“You wanna step up to me, kill the boy with the hanafuda earrings and bring me the girl who conquered the sun.. and I’ll consider forgiving your actions at todays meeting”
Muzans voice echoing through (Y/N) head, using his ability to talk to her telepathically via his cells
“Let’s say I fail to complete this task lord kibutsuji”
“You’ll receive a punishment worthy of someone like you…”
voice fading into the night (Y/N) starts they’re hunt for the prey.
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Extra:
“WOW THAT WAS PRETTY BALLSY” douma projects as he is crossed crossed on the floor almost in front of the biwa lady
“If that was me, it would’ve broke out into a all out fight! Wouldn’t that have been exciting Akaza-dono ^^”
Scoffing Akaza turns on his heel, not before amputating the demons right arm
“You would have survived to tell such tale”
“Aww your so mean akaza” Douma says soothing and regenerating the damaged area
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hysteriablues · 1 year
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||Midnight Kisses||
Muzan x gn!human reader
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Muzan and his secret lover meet up at night again after quiet sometime. Pure fluff ahead, ooc Muzan
It was night time, the moon stood tall in the sky as no clouds could be seen. The stars shone brightly in the dark night sky, it was a peaceful and quiet night. A silhouette could be made out under the moonlight, a person. They were dressed in black clothing. A concerned look could be made out on their face as they started pacing around the three. It was already past midnight, where was he? The person they were so impatiently waiting for seemed to be late, which was extremely unusual. A sigh was let out as they took out a box of cigarettes from their pocket, trying to calm their nerves by filling their lungs with that familiar smoke again.
"I told you before this is bad for you didn't I?"
The figure came to and halt at that voice, a noticable smile made it's way onto their face as they turned to greet the male who was standing not too far from them.
"Muzan, and there you had me getting worried over you."
Now the both of them had smiles adoring their faces as Muzan stepped closer to the human. The demon king wrapped his arms around the other's waist and pulled them closer, taking the box of cigarettes out of their hands.
"Apologies my dear, I've got held up with.. let's say a situation that suddenly came up."
The handsome man explained as he buried his face into their lovers neck, inhaling their all too familiar scent. A giggle was heard as the demon felt a hand run through his hair, he relaxed at the touch having been stressed about the situation that occured sometime ago.
"Don't worry about it love, I'm glad you're okay. I've seen a lot more demon slayers around lately and couldn't help but be worried."
They sighed out continuing to run their fingers through their boyfriend's hair as it also had an calming effect to them. Muzan sighed out and placed a kiss onto his lovers neck. They had to be more careful then, he wouldn't want them getting hurt because of him in any way. If that where to happen he wouldn't ever forgive himself for it. Muzan wished nothing more than to just take them with him to the infinity fortress, but he knew better than that. Especially with some of the uppermoons being as unhinged as they are, his mind lingering on uppermoon two. He shook those thoughts out of his head as he leaned back again to look his partner into the face. They smiled right at him, and his stress practically melted away.
"Then we might have to start meeting up at a different location then, I wouldn't want those slayers interrupting my time with you in any way. I already got the uppermoons for that."
Shaking their head they placed a hand on Muzan's cheek and caressed it gently, noticing the way how this whole situation seemed to have stressed the man. They placed a quick peck onto the demons lips and watched as a warm smile made it's way onto their boyfriend's lips again. The man simply looked beautiful, his black hair that contrasted his pale skin so well and the way his pretty red eyes practically glowed in the dark. Everything about him was breath taking. It was nearly impossible to believe that someone like him, had chosen someone like them to be by his side. None on the less they were extremely grateful for that as Muzan had always treated them well no matter what. They would never wish for anyone else than him, that much was clear. A comfortable silence was shared between the two as they looked at each other with each a fond smile on their face.
"You look pretty today, like always."
A grin made it's way onto their face when they catched the look of surprise on their lovers face. Seems like the man had not expected the sudden compliment as he blinked a few times before he grumbled a bit under his breath. Laughter made it's way out if their mouth seeing the demon's reaction. A glare was thrown their way.
"I'm sorry that was so- you're so cute. I couldn't help myself but laugh at your expression!"
They tried to defend themself all while trying not to laugh in the middle of their words again. Muzan could never be mad at them. Their laughter made his heart jump as he hadn't heard it in quiet a while. The demon king let out a chuckle of his own, amused and happy to see his lover enjoying themself like that all because of his blatant surprise. An idea struck his head as he started moving his hands that were placed on the others waist up by a few inches. A confused look was send his way before that look suddenly turned into a panicked one.
"Too late darling, this is my revenge."
And with that he started tickling them. He watched as they squirmed like crazy trying to escape his grasp while laughing the whole time. They were begging for him to stop in between their fits of laughter. He grinned and continued tickling them, only stopping when he felt satisfied having heard them laugh for long enough. Muzan watched his lover catch their breath again as they were leaning on him for support.
"That was such a foul move mister, booo. I can't believe you did this to me!"
They exclaimed pretending to be hurt by the others action which earned them a quiet chuckle. The demon started mockingly cooing at them patting his lovers head and caressing their cheek.
"Oh you poor thing, want me to kiss it better hm?"
His lover crossed their arms before their chest pouting seeming to think about the offer. They looked Muzan up and down, as if trying to decide if Muzan was worth forgiving. A small grin made it's way across their face as their eyes stayed on the other's lips just a second more than the rest of his body. That was more than enough a clear yes. Muzan took a step forward, trapping them between his own body and the tree. His hands met his lovers waist once again as he leaned closer. The moment his lips made contact with theirs he closed his eyes, wanting to enjoy the moment. Both of their lips moved in sync against each other. Arms were wrapped around Muzans neck the next second pulling him in deeper. The two lovers broke apart for a second before connecting their lips again. That cycle got repeated a few more times leaving the human gasping for air at some point. Of course Muzan quickly noticed that and they broke apart once more. Placing their foreheads against each other's they gazed into the others eyes. A smile made it's way onto their face again upon seeing the way those pretty red eyes glowed in the dark.
"You know, we should do this more often."
The demon king couldn't stop the grin that made it's way across his face at his lovers comment. He nodded in agreement before being pulled in for another kiss from them. If not for the sun that was going to rise again soon, they could have kept going at this forever but sadly good things end too. Their hand caressed Muzan's face one last time for the night as the two bid each other goodbye. They would meet up again, in a few weeks this time. Until then they had to wait patiently just daydreaming about his kisses once more. But they didn't mind, a long as he always came back to them.
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killabratzzcherri · 2 years
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♥︎. — muzan kibutsuji x reader
♥︎. — she was his beloved treasure, one of the sole reasons why he kept fighting. he was her wicked savior, the sole reason she had became one with the darkness.
♥︎. includes. — angst, implied!black!reader, female!reader, slavery, mentions of rape and sa, gore/blood, violence, toxic relationship, canon divergent, manga and ending spoilers, fingering, penetration, biting, degradation.
♥︎. tags. — none
♥︎. author’s note. — this is poorly written and it’s heavily rushed towards the end but I still hope you enjoy!
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Everything began on that day.
Everything began on that day.
You were a beautiful woman. With your brown skin and dark hair, twisted and braided into a style foreign to the land. You stood out among the pale-skinned and tanned people. Your beauty was chalked up to the result of the western beauty standards. However, despite your beauty, the treatment you received was not something a person of your appearance would experience. After all, you were a slave. Sold to the highest bidder like livestock. When your master first bought you, he stripped you bare and had the other servants wash you to try and rid of the “black ink” on your skin. I was only when your skin started turn red and bleed after the continuous rough scrubbing. Did your master realize that the brown color was your natural skin color.
For a short while, he was outraged that the slave trader had scammed him of his money. Going as far as demanding that they be brought to him and accept punishment. Soon though, he had come to accept you as a servant. You were fast and efficient with your chores, and you were definitely easy on the eyes as well. Something that irked him about you, was that you rarely showed emotion. You always kept an impassive expression on your face, and looked at him with your dull eyes as if you weren’t really looking at him.
Your master was a bad and sadistic man, and when you gave him a lack of response upset him. So, he did whatever he could to get a reaction out of you. Beating you, killing or whipping whoever got close to you in front of you, upping your chores, accusing you of crimes you didn’t commit. Even going as far as making you lay in bed with him against your will. But even as he defiled and tainted you in the worst ways possible, you remained somehow even more emotionless as before. Looking like a doll as you put up with everything he did to you.
As time passed, your master grew even more angry with you and you took it. You tried to fake an emotion to appease him but that only angered him more, thinking you were mocking him. He beat you worse that day and you never tried again. All this happened behind closed doors, and when guests were over, he would doll you up and send you out to entertain his guests. Especially the male ones as they stared at your exotic form with awe and lust. They had no restraint with touching and speaking with you as they pleased. Through these social events, you learned a lot of stuff that was happening in your area. Whether it be gossip or news, you knew it all. People had oil on their tongues when a lowly slave was around.
Despite your pretty face and slender body, your skin was littered with scars from beatings. Parts of your skin blackened from all the hard work. Soon enough, your master grew tired of you. Sending you off to serve his sickly son as a sort of punishment. Seeing as none of the other slaves and maids wanted to near or tend to him, not wanting to be close to such a sickly person. But you didn’t mind, you simply bowed your head in recognition of your assignment. It didn’t take long for you to move into the separate building, you didn’t own much and the things you did were easy to move.
Meeting you master’s sick son was probably the most important encounter you’ve had in your life. His name was Muzan, and he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. When you first saw him, something in your heart fluttered, and for once you were thankful of your dark skin to hide your probably flushed cheeked. Despite his pale skin and frail body, you saw a handsome man who only yearned to be somebody important. You didn’t express your feelings though, that would be something you took to the grave. No matter how much your master disliked Muzan, and discarded him as a burden. He was still ranks above you and it would be blasphemy for him and you to have any sort of relationship past master and slave.
So you locked away your emotions and did your duty with the best of your abilities. For some time, you both rarely shared words apart from the formalities. However, as time slowly passed, you and him gained a trustful relationship. He was the only person who saw your smile and heard your quiet laugh. Who could sometimes feel your hair on the rare occasion you’re feeling bold and didn’t care about boundaries. Who saw your eyes change from their usual dull hue to hold sympathy at the sight of his illness flaring up. The only person who could see your face show any emotion besides indifference. The only person who could get a reaction from you from his lingering touches and flirty words.
Your relationship has long passed just a master and his slave. From longing touches and gazes, to secret kisses behind closed doors and lovesick conversations made in the dead of night to keep from getting caught. It was a whirlwind for you, to go from being an empty shell to being a human being in love. With her masters son no less. However, you didn’t care about what your master thought. This time, you wanted to be selfish, you wanted to love this man freely and be happy.
And nothing was ever going to take him away from you.
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You first found out about Muzan’s transformation when he had killed one of the maids that attended to him. You had noticed his strange behavior after the doctor had visited him. After all, you were the one to dispose of the body. It was on one of your round trips around the manor when you heard a lowly thud. The sound was so quiet that you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been paying attention. You ran to the general direction where the sound came from and a small amount of fear ran through you.
The only room in that direction was Muzan’s bedchambers, since he preferred to be alone. So he stayed in a secluded and dark part of the house. You were quickly to open his sliding doors, not bothering to knock or ask for permission to enter. What greeted you though was a horrific sight that will forever stick with you. Even through the future centuries. Your hands flew to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming and from shock.
One of the maids mangled and dead body laid on the ground in a pool of their blood. The acrid smell of iron hit you in the face and it suddenly was a struggle to appear composed. The missing arm of the maid was held in your lovers hand. Large bite marks littered the limb and blood stained his face. Flashbacks from your time in the masters house made you really want to recede back into your empty shell.
It was only when you finally looked into Muzan’s eyes did you somewhat control yourself. His eyes shined a bright crimson red in the dark room, illuminated by the full moon. His pupils were predatory, eyeing you like it’s next prey. While beautiful, they were soulless, empty, and uncaring of the action he had just done. Those were the same eyes he looked upon you with. The same eyes that striked an unfamiliar fear into your heart and a bone-chilling shiver through your body.
A part of you understood that if given the right reason, he would kill you like he did her. You’re sure that he saw that understanding in your slowly dulling eyes. He stood up. Something he would usually have trouble doing, it only occurred to you now that he wasn’t in bed. Walked towards you, leaving the arm as if it was some old boring things, and stood over you. It was also now that you realized just how much taller he was than you, not that you had the will to even strain to look up at him. Opting to stare aimlessly at his now broad chest, and restraining yourself from glancing over at the dead girl laying in a dark corner of the room.
He placed his bloody hand on your cheek, caressing your face with his thumb and smearing blood on your face. This loving gesture didn’t last long before he moved his hand to your throat. Using his thumb to forcefully move your head up and look at him, you both only stared at each with empty eyes. His grip around your throat wasn’t necessarily tight but the threat was there, that at any moment he could kill you and silence you forever.
“I’m sorry my love, for you to see me in such a unsightly situation. Surely, you would still love a beast like me right?” He spoke, his words flowing off his tongue like oil.
“After all, who else would love you like I do? My dear father abuses you, the other servants and slaves all hate you, and you have nowhere to go. No one would dare take you as a wife and love you as much as I do. So, you wouldn’t betray me right?”
His words stung yet you couldn’t help but agree with him. He was the only one who treated you well, and you were willing to risk your life on the fact that he loved you. He was playing with the ribbon in your hair before pulling it, making it come undone, releasing them from its neat bun. Your beautifully done and decorated braids almost gracefully fell down to your sides and face. Your hair was the only luxury you were allowed to have, since people were enamored with the unique hairstyle and your master often made you do your hair to satisfy his guests.
You stared into his dull eyes that didn’t match with the loving expression he made. But you didn’t care, as long as he continued to love you then it didn’t matter what he did. You weren’t allowed to be picky. So you smiled, reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“I would never Muzan-sama, I will forever love you and follow to the ends of the earth. I will worship you, care for you, fight for you, and do everything you ask of me. So please, continue to love me.”
Your words were like sweet honey to his ears, as his hand moved from your throat back to your cheek. Uncaring of the blood that now stained your skin, he kissed you with such passion that you just couldn’t resist returning. You loved this man. So you didn’t mind the disgusting taste of iron in your mouth, or ignoring the poor dead girl with lifeless eyes that stared at both your forms. You didn’t mind when he closed back his door and carried you to his bed, your legs wrapped around his waist, swollen lips, and messy clothes. You didn’t mind when he bit his own tongue while kissing you, giving you his blood. Making you go through the painful process of turning into a demon, nearly tearing your own throat from the intense burning sensation.
A part of you died that night, both physically and emotionally. As he peppered kissed along your panting form, only being able to let out pained moans in return. You felt a sense of acceptance as he held you so intimately.
“My beloved toy~, forever and always~”
Yes, you’ve accepted your position in this accursed life. You’ll forever be Muzan’s woman, his toy, his wife, his lover, his one and only, for as long as your body still walked this earth.
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Muzan had multiple ways of punishing you when you stepped out of line, some are more enjoyable than others. To be fair, he’s had thousands to perfect and come up with ideas to punish you. To keep track, you’ve categorized them into three categories. The physical, mental/emotional, and the sexual. Your least favorite is the mental ‘cause while you can heal physical wounds, you can’t heal your mental state.
You don’t have a most favorite. The other two are equally as bad, but if you had to choose, then sexual would be your choice. At least then you experience some type of pleasure. However, he rarely choose sexual punishments. Only when he’s already riled up does he decide ‘to show mercy’ on you.
You were hoping that he was in that mood today. It had been a really rough day and was annoyed with the useless bloodshed he was doing over simply getting annoyed. So you stopped him from killing a drunken that had accidentally stumbled into him in an alleyway. He didn’t take to kindly to that and was silent for the rest of the walk. You knew that your actions would have consequences, but you only hoped that he wouldn’t be so harsh.
So here you find yourself seated on your lovers lap, your back pressed up against his chest. His hand tightly gripping your bare waist to keep you still and from running away. His sharp nails dug into your skin and drew blood that trickled down your body and onto the bed. He didn’t care about it though, he would simply just replace the fabric once he was done. Not that you cared either, you were to busy clawing at his arms. Trying to escape from the immense pleasure he was giving you. His fingers working wonders on your cunt and making your vision go in and out.
He was meticulously rubbing your pussy from behind. Slow and gentle, then fast and rough thorough movements. Never really entering you, just rubbing and rubbing and rubbing with lots of pressure. Tips of his fingers grazing over your entrance, teasing you with an inch of penetration before going back. You’re holding onto his forearms while you grind yourself back against his fingers, whimpering as you get overwhelmed with pleasure. His lips on your neck. You’re pussy making such lewd sounds. You can’t hold back your orgasm any longer and you half expect him to pull away to deny you, your release. When you let out a loud cry from the intensity of your orgasm, you dig your nails into Muzan’s arms as he just keeps rubbing.
You realized that he intended to rip orgasm after orgasm out of you, and all you could do was lay there and take it.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? You acting all heroic for a lowly human, hm?” He spat, hand moving from your waist to your throat, roughly moving your head back. A tight grip that would kill any normal person in minutes. It only served to make your vision turn white and arouse you more as he rips another orgasm out of you.
“Mghnn…M-Muzan-sama..agh, p-please forgive me” you moaned out.
“No no no, this is what you asked for so you take it like a good little whore. You wanna be a hero then take all the orgasms I give you”. You didn’t know that you would become such a mess simply from his fingers. Your body shaking from the overwhelming pleasure he was providing you, not even giving you a break in between your highs.
After what you presumed was your fourth orgasm did Muzan finally stop. By now, your clit was swollen and highly sensitive, to the point where it hurt with the pleasure. Fresh and dried tears stained your pretty face, along with your ruined makeup and blood from Muzan’s hand. Your neck was littered with hickeys and bleeding bite marks. Muzan still had a firm grip on your throat, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve blacked up at least once by now.
He forced your mouth open, shoving two cum soaked fingers into your mouth and down your throat. Despite being used to his rough behavior, your eyes still widened at the act and the taste of yourself on your tongue was sudden, but not exactly uncommon. After letting his fingers soak in your mouth, took them out and without warning, stuck his fingers into your still sensitive cunt. Eliciting a loud moan from your sore throat.
“You didn’t think that was the end, did you? Oh no, we’ve got all day to reward you” he spoke in a sultry tone, a smirk adorning him pale face.
He hoists one of your legs onto the bed and undid his pants, pulling it down to free his leaking erection. Even after thousands of years, his cock never fails to nearly split you open with its size. While it was the normal 6in in length, the girth of it was thicker and always stretched you out. The sight nearly made you drool in want and desperation.
He removed his fingers and lined up against your entrance. The feeling of him entering was dumbifying, making you cum just from the pleasure of him bottoming out. The sight of you was nothing short of shameful, with your hair a mess, tongue out and mouth wide open in a silent scream. His only act of kindness was giving you a second to get used to his size before pulling out and plowing back into you. He continued this rough pace, even letting you turn around so he could see your fuck-out face. You wrapped your legs around his waist and claw at his back. Even if the wounds from your scratches instantly healed, Muzan took silent pride in reducing to you to a mere lustful whore.
Your eyes were out of focus as your mind was fucked blanked, leaving no room for coherent thoughts. He loved hearing your sluttish moans, especially when it rose an octave higher when he hit that special spot. He loved watching your boobs jiggle from the force of his thrusts. Loved hearing your mindless babble of insensible words and his name. He loved everything about you, and this was his way of showing it.
So as you go through your latest release, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your back arching and fingers and toes curling up from the intense surge of pleasure wash over your body. Muzan is sure to ingrain the shameful images of you into his head, because you are the most perfect goddess to roam this earth. The only one fit to stand by his side and be tainted so much by him alone.
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You knew this day would come.
The day where God would finally condemn you and your lover for your sins. You always dreaded the thought of finally dying. No matter the sugarcoated words Muzan would whisper into your ears, about how you and him would conquer the sun and rule the world. Bringing humanity to its knees. Even on the nights that he would hold your body so gently and spoke hushed promises of greatness. Deep down, you couldn’t believe him. God never favored the wicked, you knew this to be true. So Muzan’s words only gave you a temporary comfort.
There was no hope for redemption for you. You’ve done and said unspeakable things, some you don’t even regret nor care enough to remember. Muzan had tainted you through and through, with not only his blood running through you, but also some of his ways of thinking. You hated that part of you. You hated how quickly you were to anger now. How quickly you casted a humans’ life aside in favor of your own. How you were filled with a sense of ecstasy at the notion of being worshiped, seeing people grovel at your feet. You hated it with a burning passion. But what you hated more, was just how much you loved it.
You’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re a horrible person. One that shouldn’t be allowed to roam the earth with the living. However, you were to selfish to concede to that. You didn’t want to die just to please humans, the thought disgusted you. All your life, you’ve bowed down to the will of man, enduring their lustful stare and inappropriate groping. Even now, you still had to bow down to your lover who had forced this repulsive lifestyle onto you.
So while it wasn’t a surprise, the revelation that you may actually perish tonight struck fear into your still heart. Tonight was the night that everything would finally come to an end. The continuous bloodshed between humans and demons had finally reached its peak. No matter how many slayer you struck down, more would rise to try and struck you down. The city was a a complete war zone. Houses and the streets were bathed in the fallen’s blood and lifeless bodies. It was a scene straight out of one’s worst nightmare. No. Even worse than that.
God showed no mercy that night. Neither for man or demon. While Muzan had ordered you to hide, the slayers forced their way to you and multiple fights ensued. While you were by no means weak, the mental strain from trying to fight off hoards of slayers was taxing. To the point where everything became a blur, the only thought in your mind was to survive no matter what and get back to Muzan. You told yourself that he fix everything, that you both would be able to live another day and he would fulfill all the promises of greatness with you.
You knew it was foolish thinking, but you wanted to believe so bad that it would become true. You loved him to much to simply give up. As the hours passed and the time of dawn grew closer, you slowly accepted your inevitable death. All the Upper Moons were dead and only you and Muzan were the last demons alive. The main two that everyone despised. In spite of the Upper Moons killing some of the hashiras, even the most badly injured ones stood tall and battled fiercely.
They swung their swords with such intensity and hatred that it almost made you want to surrender and beg for mercy on your death. You were starting to slow on your dodges, not finding openings to attack during their vicious assault. Your body was covered in your blood from multiple fatal wounds. Your eyes shined a bright red with narrow pupils and veins tracing the corners, canines sharp and stained with blood, showcased for all to see in a angry sneer. Your normally neat hair was wild and dirty from dirt and dry blood, more veins popping from your hands as you brandished you razor sharp nails. You looked absolutely feral and demonic.
During the fight, you were thrown into one of the abandoned houses. As you quickly got up, you got a glance of something from your side. You looked to get a clearer view, making sure it’s not a trap, the sight made your heart drop. It was a broken mirror, but in the remaining glass shards, you could see a broken reflection of yourself and what was looking back at you couldn’t have been what you looked like. This wasn’t what you wanted, you just wanted to live a happy life, not turn into a flesh-eating monster.
You didn’t have time to process your emotions as another barrage of attacks hit you. At this new revelation, you didn’t have the same fight to survive anymore. The horrific image of yourself haunted you. You wanted to give up, accept death and pray that God have mercy on your and Muzan’s soul. Muzan…..
That bastard.
At the reminder of Muzan, a wave of anger and hatred hit you. He was the cause of all of this. If he wasn’t so obsessed with power than you both could’ve just lived a happy life. But instead, he wanted more and more to the point where he hurt everything around him, even you. He was the reason why your life was so miserable, it wasn’t like he treated you good. He was constantly condescending and treated you like a trophy to the other demons, not even the lower moons respected you.
You constantly had to watch what you said around him in fear that he would punish you, and spent many lonely night by yourself when he was tending to his human wives. It disgusted you and you through multiple fits which he always responded to with a mere disappointed glare. “You are my wife, don’t embarrass me by acting so shamefully,” he would always say like you were in the wrong for getting upset. Even when you took on human lovers yourself to make him jealous, he would simply kill them and leave you for days or even weeks to ‘teach you a lesson’.
Many nights you cried into Daki’s arms from frustration with him, knowing you could do nothing about his behavior. There were even times where a part of you wanted him to die. For him to burn violently under that harsh sun and for there not to even be a speck of ash from his body left. For a him to get bested by a slayer and get mutilated past the point of recognition, or you would mercilessly smash his face into whatever surface you deemed suitable and stab him repeatedly. You wanted to break him in both mind and spirit, you wanted to have him grovel at your feet and beg for your attention like he does with you. Have him lick at your feet and hump your leg like a dog in heat.
It was then you realized just how much he tainted you. In your previous life, you would’ve never thought like this, but after years of being with Muzan, you have changed and turned evil. You also realize that, that was exactly what he wanted. In order for you to stay by his side, you needed to be able to handle the role of being the second most hated person in the world. What made you hate you hate him, was the fact that despite all the abuse he put you through. You still love him. You love him with all your heart, body, and soul.
The sun was beginning to rise and you knew your time has come. Muzan was backed into many corners and had changed his form many times, but even then nothing could prevent his death. He had transformed into a big hideous baby to try and protect himself from the sun but it was futile. You could hear his inner cry and the form try to dig underground, desperately trying escape death. At this point, you’ve had enough and sent a power blow to the remaining slayer trying to finish you off. Making a dash for your husband, you evaded the slayer trying to stop you and reached Muzan’s deformed body.
You pressed your body against it and you could feel your physical body being absorbed. All you wanted to do was to see your husband one last time and you desperately searched for his subconscious. You saw him trying to convince Tanjiro to take his place as the demon king, to finish what he had started. But the boy refused, leaving Muzan behind to reunite with his fellow slayers and friends. Muzan cried out in frustration and desperation, for him to come back and fulfill his dying dreams. He didn’t listen though and left him alone in the darkness. You saw him become angry and it broke your heart to see him in such a state. No matter how badly he treated you, you couldn’t stand to see him experience such pain.
As you watch him, you saw that he is experiencing the true feelings of despair. He sees his dreams disappearing right before his eyes. Everything that he worked so hard for was slipping right through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it. His eyes are wide as they try to process just what was happening, how something like this could happen to a god like him. He was supposed to have everything yet somehow, he doesn’t.
Then, through the darkness and hopelessness of it all, you appeared. He expected you to yell at him, hit him, curse him for not giving you what he had promised. Instead, you looked at him with loving and sad eyes with a reassuring smile. His anger got the best of him as he yelled at you, “what’re smiling at! We’re fucking dead and all you want to do is stand there and look pretty!?”.
He expected you to get angry back, after all, he had turned you into a vindictive woman. However, instead of retaliating and blaming him for their failure, you sigh, a tired exhale that holds no disappointment or contempt. “It’s okay, you tried your best and lost, it’s not your fault,” you say, and as your words finally catch up to him, Muzan feels his world come to a hard stop. Since he became a demon, he’s told himself that he always needs to be the best. That demons were superior to everyone else and he was the only one worthy to be the king. He was a god, everyone else should just bend to his will and die. There was no way a god like him would die by those filthy humans -
It’s the familiar warm fingers, gently caressing over his cheek that snap him back to reality. Slowing down his rapid breathing. When he blinks up at you, he finds you kneeling in front of him. Your arms wrapped protectively around him, his cheek pressed against your exposed cleavage as if a mother was hugging their child. His hands immediately come from tightly gripping your forearms to embrace you, to his palms on your back and nails curling against your kimono. Cradling the back of his head, uncaring of the way he breaks down before you. Nothing but a warm smile graced your bloodied lips.
“It’s okay, it’s all over now. You can finally rest,” you whisper, and for a moment. Muzan swears, he sees God’s deliverance through you. A overwhelming feeling of tranquility fills him as he embraced the sweet grips of your love and comfort. Now, the thought of dying didn’t seem so scary as it once did. He had no reason to fight anymore, his body was starting to disintegrate and as long as you were by his side then he didn’t care. His only wish would be that if there was a heaven or hell, then you would go to heaven. You didn’t deserve to burn in hell with him, you were just a soul that was tainted by the likes of him. However, some part of him selfishly wished that you would stay with him for eternity. Even if it meant that you would have to follow him down to hell.
“I love you,” Muzan spoke, voice hoarse from the pain of his burning body, and from the heavy weight of your words. Muzan’s shoulders hitch in an uncharacteristic sob, “my girl. The best woman in the whole world.”
“Yours…” you whispered back. A single tear slid down your cheek, the reality and acceptance of your deaths coming full force. “Yours, always and forever,” you added, a quiet tremble in your voice. You held him tighter, running your fingers through his hair, and let some of the sadness you felt seep into your tone.
“The Demon King’s wife. His Beloved Toy.”
Muzan looked up to see you smiling that small, fond smile again. Your eyes beaming with affection as you smiled down at him, your own body burning away. He felt tears sting at his eyes again, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to regret or feel shame for the way his legs trembled from kneeling for so long, or the way his being burned with anger and hatred for the demon slayers to reduce not only him but you to a pathetic mess. He just couldn’t, not with your hand on his head and around him. In his final moments, he enjoyed the view of all the colors of dawn as the sun rose over the destroyed village. Even after both of your bodies were no more than dust in the wind, he could still feel the warmth of your embrace. As the grips of death took ahold of him, he accepted his fate and let the darkness overtake him.
The next time he’s aware, he finds himself in his old home. The only difference was that it was surrounded by tall, thick, dark trees with red spider-lilies littering the area. He was dressed in his old garments that he wore before becoming a demon. Was this his punishment? To live as his old, weak and sickly self in that dark house caged in by a dark forest, for all of eternity. Even the sky was gloomy, with gray clouds blocking any potential sunlight. He was close to breaking down, but then the sliding door the to house opened. His eyes widened at the sight of you. Standing there in your past human form and clothes. Tears brimmed his eyes at the sight, hoping, praying, that this wasn’t just another way for hell to punish him. But when you smiled back at him, nearly as close to tears as him, he knew that you were his Y/n.
He walked to the porch and pulled you into a tight embrace. One you didn’t hesitate to return with matched emotions. Neither of you said anything, you were to busy crying into his clothes with happiness and he wanted to savor this moment of you finally back in his arms. Muzan buried his face into the top of your head, inhaling your sweet scent and smiling as a sense of peace washed over him.
He was home.
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ch3rriiii-bunn · 16 days
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You belong to me
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Paring: upper ranks + Muzan x Fem!reader
Synopsis: In different pov's, their jealously turn them a bit crazy
Content: possessiveness, jealousy, hinted smut, choking, fave grabbing, slight blood play, demon reader in Akaza, Nakime and kokushibo's part, kidnapping on Douma and Muzan's part, escape attempt, Muzan grabs you by the neck like that one guy in 365 days lol, arranged marriage theme on Muzans part
A/n: yall know that song by the weeknd? had to write some possessive jealous shit based on that song with some demons! WHAAAA I NEVER WRITTEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!🥴might do one with the hashira next🤭
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Akaza
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Akaza is known to not like his fellow upper ranks. You've seen it first hand when Muzan allowed you to attend an upper rank meeting since you became a demon by Akaza. He hated them all with a passion. Especially the ones ranked above him. With this knowledge, what in the hell possessed you to give any of them your attention?
Not just any upper rank, either. Douma in particular. In your defense, once Douma starts speaking, it's hard to shoo him off, especially given that you're much weaker than Douma is, so you play along to keep your reputation on a good note. You simply smile and nod at his nonsense. You knew Akaza wasn't going to step in since he'd rather run in the sunlight than talk to Douma if you were on your own.
How wrong you thought you were. Once Muzan actually left, Douma become more bold. Asking you personal questions, standing to close and even about to hold your hand, but before you could answer, you heard the sounds of blood splatter on the floor. Your eyes widened at how quick Douma's arm was severed.
"Oh, come now, lord Akaza. I was just joking-" "Shut up for once." Akaza snarled at douma in pure disgust. You wanted to say something, but you felt your feet leave the ground. Akaza had grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder and walked away from Douma while holding you. It always amazed you just how fast he was, but you knew how mad he was. The anger was just raiding off Akaza.
Akaza made sure to be far away from the other upper ranks in the infinitely castle and walked into one of the many empty rooms. Akaza put you down, but then, he backed you up against the wall. You felt your back press flat with your hands on the wall as well, giving how close he was to you. "Lord Akaza, please don't read too much into it. Douma was just being an idiot. " You tried to explain, but Akaza wasn't having any of it.
Akaza raised his brow. "So you're defending him?" His voice rasped as he tilted his head to the side. "No.." Your tone softened and looked at Akaza, worried since that wasn't your intentions. "I don't think I've made myself clear enough if my actions haven't shown it already." Akaza said and brought his hand to your collar bone and rested it there for a moment.
"Demon's I hate don't get the right to talk to who belongs to me." Akaza's face comes closer to yours with his lips now inches away from yours. His hand moves from your collar bone, up to wrap around your throat. "And you entertain a demon like him. Even saying his name from these lips. His fucking, name" Akaza's jaw clenched, and his hand tightens kts grip on your throat.
"Aka..za" his name hitched in your throat. His grip was deadly. You could still breathe. However, Akaza's grip was firm. He wouldn't dare kill his precious demon. It was just a "light" punishment. However, he needed you to learn your lesson and to show your loyalty to him and him alone. "Say my name properly. Or is my strength too much for you to speak?" Akaza smirked.
"L-lord Akaza. Lord Akaza~" you say his mamw twice. The second time you say it, you let out a heavy gasp as akaza lossend his grip on your throat. "You belong to me. Understood?" Akaza asked, keeping that eye contact and tightening his hand around your throat if you dared to look away. You nod quickly, your eyes almost teary from the slight lack of oxygen, and you watch Akaza's lips curl into another smirk.
"Good girl." He chuckled and gave you a kiss.
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Nakime
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Your girlfriend, Nakime, had summoned you to the infinitely castle. It's her job to always summon the 12 kizuki at the request of Muzan. Naturally, you felt terrified but remained to have a calm once you were summoned. However, Muzan was nowhere to he seen. Just Nakime, sitting there, a level above, and you looked up at her in confusion.
"Pardon for speaking out of turn, but where is lord Muzan," you asked, assuming it was him who wanted to speak with you, but it turns out that wasn't the case. "It was I who summoned you." Nakime spoke, her tone a bit quiet yet blunt. You chuckled and cut the formal introduction since Muzan isn't here, and you can speak freely since it's just you and your girlfriend.
"You do know it's probably a bad idea to summon me since you're taking me away from my work. Search of the blue spider lily and all." You grinned at Nakime and palced your hand on your hip. "I was keeping an eye on you. One of upper 4's clones has gotten closer to you. Haven't he? " Nakima said. You detected slight irritation in her voice, mentioning one of Hantengu's clones, but instead of asking a question for a question, you always knew it was better to answer her first.
"Ah, Urogi, yes. I wouldn't say we are close. However, he's a fun demon to work with. He likes to have a bit of joy and humor on our search," you answered. It isn't abnormal for Nakime to use her blood demon art this way. Especially since she's on the lookout to find the ubuyashiki family in the demon slayer core. Still, you couldn't hide your smile knowing Nakime was most likely thinking about you and wanted to check in on you.
"I forbid you to speak to him. Your task is to look for the spider lily. Not entertain each other with humorous jokes and touching," Nakime said. Her words made your heart spot for a moment and knew exactly what she was talking about. Urogi has always been proud of his sharp talons and would often tease you with them, but on this mission, he wanted to take it up a notch and poked your cheek.
To you, it was a wholesome moment. Urogi was just teasing, nothing different he dosnt do to the others, but Nakima had to see that, and she was furious. Urogi only touched you once in a playful manner, and it was enough for her to use her blood demon art to summon her back to you in that very moment. "He was getting too close to you for my liking and being bold enough to do that. Especially bringing those filthy claws of his to touch my woman's pretty face."
During this entire time, her facial expression remained unchanged until now. You could see her lips form into a frown and even watched as her teeth clenched together in a snarl. She was jealous. "Urogi was just being playful. I wouldn't read too deep into it, love. Sekido is probably scoling Urogi right now for wasting time to focus on finding the blue spider lily." You reassure Nakima, but she wouldn't let it go.
"Come here." Nakime took her biwa off her lap and rested it gently beside her on the floor and motioned her finger for you to come sit in front of her. You did as Nakime asked and sat down in front of her. You wanted to explain further to find the right words to reassure Nakime, but before you could, her hand grabbed your face
You gasped. Your breathing became unsteady as you felt her firm grip, her four fingers on one cheek while the other had her thumb, or rather her nail, poking onto your skin. The same spot Urogi poked at. "I will not allow a man's to touch to linger on what belongs to me." Nakime's voice turned cold. "You belong to me." She said as her thumb nail pressed harder, breaking your skin until blood slowly pours out.
Your jaw opens, and you inhale a sharp breath with your eyes barely open as you feel the sting. You're a demon, so of course it'll heal, and Nakime didn't pierce too deep. It was her way of wanting to hear her words come out of your mouth. You kept your eyes on her and eventually spoke up. "I belong to you~" Your voice hitched as you felt nails nail pull away from your skin.
Nakime leaned in closer to lick the blood from your cheek and watched as your cut healed already. She kissed your cheek and then came closer to your ear and whispered, "That's right. You belong to me, beautiful." Nakime said. Her hand lets go of your face and then trails her sharp nails down your neck.
You shivered until her fingers reached your kimono, near your tits and Nakime smirked. "I should remind you of how a woman's touch feels. So you'll never let another man touch you again," Nakime said. You bit your lip softly, feeling the heat rise higher in your body and your thighs squeezing together more. "I want that," you said, and Nakime's smirk only grew.
"Open your thighs for me and lay back. I'll show you how good these fingers work other than playing a biwa"
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Kokushibo
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His brother has been dead for centuries. Yet his name still echos throughout history but never would kokushibo think that his brothers name, yoriichi, would leave your lips.
Although you're a demon now and have been for a while now, you could still recount memories you had during your times as a human, especially in the demon slayer core. It was basically a law for any of the 12 kizuki to never speak of Yoriichis' name, yet you just had to talk about him since gyokko was curious to know how humans thought of him.
"Yoriichi has sun breathing. That's the best way to describe why he's well known even after his death. He could kill any demon in seconds. It's quite impressive," you admit to gyokko, and he nods his head, humming in response. Kokushibo had already been looking for you, but he never interrupted any of your conversations when you had them. However, hearing Yoriichis' name from you alone set him off to act out.
He came from around the coner and stood behind you. "Do I think yoriichi could beat Kokushibo? Well maybe-" you said but then saw both of gyokko's mouths open as he looked behind you. Your brow raised in question, and you turned around to see what shook him so much, but now you realized. "Kokushibou hi" you smiled nervously at him.
"It was good talking to you, bye!!!" Gyokko hides inside his pot, probably in another one by now, so it was just kokushibo and you. "Listen, I was just- oh!" Kokushibou picked you up, and then you heard Nakime's biwa sound, transporting you back to his home. You knew you fucked up. You and gyokko tried to talk in secret, but now kokushibo was going to punish you, a demon for speaking about yoriichi but in his own way.
Kokushibo put you down, turning your body away from him to face the wall with your body pushed up against it. You grunted from the sudden pressure but gasped once your hair was pulled back to face kokushibo. The view was upside down, but you could see just how angry he was. "You know to refrain from using that name. Have you lost your mind?" Kokushibou said, his deep voice almost turning into a growl.
His hand had a fist full of your hair, and not only that, his lower half was just inches away from pressing up against you. "I know- I was just telling memories from my human life I didn't think it was a big deal-" "and you actually believe a person like him could defeat me. Do you really think that? Dose his name interest you so much that you've forgotten just who's wife you belong to?" Kokushibou said.
You had a confused look on your face. Is he seriously jealous at the mention of his brother's name from his lover? You knew kokushibo was jealous, but you didn't expect him to be this possessive. "I'm sorry~" This is all you could mutter out. "Do not. Ever say that name. Again." Kokushibou crouches down to your ear, speaking slow for his words to be understood.
You mewl softly, biting your lip as you nod quickly, understand his words. "My name should be the only name said from those lips." Kokushibou now brought his other hand up to your chin and holding it while his other hand is still gripping your hair. Your back arches just a bit more once you felt Kokushibou press himself up against your ass.
He let out a heavy breath with a deep moan mixed in. "Having your jaw broken for speaking his name is the normal punishment from lord Muzan, since you're a demon and it'd grow back." Kokushibou grinds himself against, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your tit.
"However, I have my own punishment. Just for you." Kokushibo's breaths become heavy, feeling himself get into heat, and he whispered in your ear.
"A punishment where you'll never remember to say his name and only mine. You belong to me, my pretty demon~"
Douma
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His "church" wasn't a church at all. You made the dumbest mistake to have even joined this religious cult. Your "savor", the one who saved you that day from eating eaten like an animal from a group of demons and showing you such kindness was just a cover-up for his true identity, which was a man-eating demon and not just any demon, the 2nd highest rank in 12 strong demons led by an even more powerful demon. The realization sunk in, and you made an ever worse choice than the first one.
You wanted to escape. You wanted out. You thought you planned your escape for a week, asking around what Douma's schedule was like so you knew the perfect days on when to leave, but that back fired on you. When you noticed nobody outside the temple, keeping guard and, of course, no sight of douma, you made a run for it.
You felt relieved. No one was there to stop you until a dark figure appeared from the shadows and snatched you up like you weighed nothing. "I caught you! You sure ran fast. Are you sure you weren't a demon slayer before you came to my temple?" Douma said, smiling from ear to ear.
You tried to catch your breath from running up, but your breath quickly turned into a panic. Douma frowned for a moment, "Oh you poor thing. Don't be scared. We'll get you back to the temple so you can rest for the night," Douma said. With such fake empathy in his tone, it almost sounded sarcastic.
Douma continues to hold your body off the ground in a bear like hug. His muscles flexed to hold you firmly so you couldn't escape. However, looking at Douma more closely, you noticed changes about him. His teeth looked more like fangs. His body against yours felt so cold, almost like he was dead and worst of all. He had "upper 2" written in his eyes. Was this a demon's technique? How was he able to hide these features on him so well around his cult members.
"I don't want to go back!" Your voice trembled. You tried to speak soft, but the panic got to you. Douma only just smiled, speaking in his cheerful voice. "If you're worried about being eaten alive, don't worry, you aren't my type of woman to eat, but you are my type of woman to be around. So I will be keeping you since you asked for my help to save you from those demons that day, so it only makes sense for us to stay together." Douma chuckled.
"What??" You sighed, looking at Douma with worry, fear, and confusion. "I don't belong to you, so let me go!" You hit Douma, but you knew your strengths was no where near compared to his. Douma places his hand on the back of your head, making your rest your chin on his shoulder while he embraces you more and nuzzling his face to your neck, taking in your scent.
"You still don't get it y/n? You're mine. I'm going to keep you until your time as a human is up." Douma said, throwing you over his shoulder and began to walk back to the temple.
"You belong to me and me alone~"
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Muzan
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2 years had passed since you were kidnapping, and you were finally back and safe with your family. Although your kidnapper, known as the most powerful demon, kidnapped you was bad, he could've been a lot worse. So you like to think of it that way. He could dispose of you at any moment, even when you couldn't help him find the blue spider lily, but he didn't.
You're family for owning a flower company, educated on flowers even so that's the main reason why Muzan took you but he let you go when you were of no use to him anymore. The bond you had with Muzan wasn't always about his work. There was soft intimate moments between you two but you knew not to get your hopes up since in the end, your knowledge wasn't all that useful and he let you leave, putting his work before you.
Your life continued to move forward, and eventually, you had an arranged marriage. A soon to be husband for you. He wasn't bad. He did promise to treat you right, give you his money and etc but deep down, you knew you couldn't love this man but went along with it for the benefits and your familes sake.
The wedding took place during the night. Your in-laws thought it would be a great idea to see how lovely your wedding dress would look in the moonlight. You asked to be alone in the fitting room, and you turned off the lights. Despite being human, you've gown accustomed to the dark and toy opened the window, feeling the night's breeze. Your hands slide down your sides to your hips, and you smile at yourself in the mirror, seeing just how gorgeous you look.
"You look stunning, my dear. They were right. The way the moonlight shines on that beautiful dress is just Devine," a deep familiar voice said. You gasped and turned your head to the window and saw Muzan, sitting in the edge and watching his glowing red eyes trace every inch of your body and even smirking at how the dress hugs your hips and holds up your tits perfect.
"Why are you... h-how did you find me?" You stepped back. Muzan came into your fitting room further and made his way towards you. Your body froze, but your eyes softened once you felt his hand on your cheek. His hand was so cold. "Do you think I'd let just anyone actually go?" Muzan bluntly said. That line alone confirmed your thoughts from a year ago. You weren't actually free, and like you predicted, Muzan would come back to you. However, it wouldn't be for the reason you think.
"I don't have any more knowledge on the spider lily. Even after you let me go, I couldn't find it." You explained to Muzan, but he only grinned. "I have upper ranks to do the job much better and faster than you," He said. His words cut a bit deep since you used as much energy as you could've helped him before. "But you can be useful to me in... other ways," Muzan said as his eyes gestured to your body and then looked back at your face.
It's like the old feelings came rushing back. In your own sick way, you missed this man. Muzan is the worst, curel and dangerous man-eating demon you could've ever met. Yet you knew leaving with him was a choice you had to make now. Your mind snaps out of it once you head a knock at the door. You and Muzan look at the door and hear a woman's voice on the other side.
"Um, y/n? Are you almost done?" One of your maid of honors asked through the door. "Yes, im-" you paused. Your eyes look down to see Muzan's hand slide on your hip and even slide his hand down lower, just like how he used to, but you stopped him. "I'll be right out. Just give me a minute," you say in a worry, and then look at Muzan, his lips inches away from yours, and you spoke quietly.
"You can come by tomorrow night, and we'll talk about this. You came at such an odd time. " You rolled your eyes halfway, trying not to let all these emotions cloud you. You turned around, but the second you did, Muzan had grabbed the back of your neck, making you gasp as he pulled you back to face him. "Mm.." Muzan brought you into a heated kiss, making you stumble back and sit in the mini table in your changing room.
"Y/n!?" Your maid of honor placed her ear on the door after hearing a thund sound. "If you think for a moment I'd let you have some random mam in bed with you, then you're more stupid than I thought," Muzan said as his jaw tensed. You pant as you feel his fingers press into your neck and you placed your hands on his chest for some kind of support.
"You belong to me, and I'm taking you back. The connection we share won't ever disappear, so don't think for a second it will," Muzan said, pulling you into another kiss. This time, you kissed him back. His words may not have been the sweetest, but you understood them. He wanted you, and you wanted him. He pulled away once he heard hard banging on the door.
"Let's go," you said, lifting up your dress, not hesitating for a moment about leaving. Muzan had picked you up, and you heard a biwa sound, transporting you to Muzan's room in an instant. Muzan, put you down. His hands made their way to your body, with one hand on your ass and the other playing with the zipper on your wedding dress.
He smirked at you, letting out a dark chuckle. "Now. Won't you let me give you that wedding night you deserve to have"
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xxsabitoxx · 9 months
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My Personal Upper Moon 🍆 Ranking
Warnings: if it isn’t obvious already, this post is taking about the Upper Moon’s and my personal HC on their dick sizes. If that makes you uncomfortable in any way, just keep scrolling
A/N: I was actually very surprised by the amount of comments on my Hashira version of this HC post. So I feel a little more comfortable with giving the Upper Moons a go, especially since someone asked if I would do it eheheh. That being said, these men are demons, therefore you may find my size rankings to be a bit unrealistic. But I’m not gonna go crazy and say Muzan has a dick that’s 2 miles long.
This post includes: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu’s clones (Karaku, Urogi, Sekido and Aizetsu), Gyutaro and Kaigaku. And no Gyokko cause that man doesn’t have a dick, period.
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In a category of his own: Muzan Kibutsuji
Muzan clearly deserves a category of his own for one particular reason: he’s able to alter his appearance.
Therefore, he’s able to change the size of his dick whenever the fuck he feels like it.
And don’t try and say that stupid cause he can literally change gender and age so changing his dick size isn’t out of the question
On average, Muzan prefers to have a larger dick, mostly because he’s a pussy ass bitch man that needs that kind of confidence down there, if you get what I mean.
Typically soft: 10.5
Typically hard: 11.7
But he can make it as big, small, curved, wide, as he wants
When he wants to torture your ass, he’ll make himself as girthy as he sees fit just to watch you cry and squirm and beg for something a little smaller.
Anytime you get “comfortable” he just increases his girth until you’re crying again. Your pleasure is never his first priority, it’s always his.
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1. Kokushibo
Among the demons, it should be no shock that Upper Moon One has always been packing. This man is petrifying so it’s only right that his dick is equally as intimidating as him
Even as a human, this man’s dick was deadly. You can’t change my mind either.
Just in case you’re wondering, Yoriichi is bigger
That’s beside the point, Kokushibo has a lot to work with down there. Whether it’s hard or soft ngl
When soft: 9.5
When hard: 10.7
He’s long, girthy and curves slightly upwards. He’s heavy too, your jaw will certainly hurt by the time you’re done with him.
He’s the type to put a pillow or blanket of some sort under your lower back as he fucks you. Mostly because he’s not clueless to the fact that his dick is big
Kokushibo is the type to ease you into it though, he’s stern but he has a teeny bit of empathy when it comes to fucking you. Unless you’ve pissed him off ofc.
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2. Akaza
I know this one is gonna be controversial, especially since I’m putting him above Douma but hear me out.
This man has audacity, which means he got a big dick. No demon is acting like Akaza and having a small dick to go with it. Nuh uh, no sir.
Akaza is sitting pretty knowing damn well his cock is bigger than Douma’s and it actually something Douma taunts him with… which you think the roles would be reversed but hey…
When soft: 8.5
When hard: 9.7
He’s straight, no real curve to him and he has a single blue line going up the underside of his shaft and one that wraps around just before the head of his dick. Like as in the lines that cover his body lol
Akaza is probably the “gentlest” of all the upper moons because of the respect he has for women
That’s not to say he isn’t rough with you, but he definitely cares about your pleasure and feelings more than Douma or Muzan would for example
He’s pretty confident in himself though, at least that’s how it seems to you. He knows what he’s doing to say the least
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3. Douma
Alright listen, this man is still packing down there so don’t get mad at me for putting him at third.
His dick is smaller than Akaza’s but not by a ton. Let’s be honest Douma is probably the straightest and gayest demon to ever exist. The embodiment of bisexual LMAO
How does Douma know Akaza’s dick is bigger? The world may never know
When soft: 8
When hard: 9.2
It’s pale like the rest of him, a pretty noticeable curve to it as well. He has some prominent veins because of how pale he is. His tip is like a pinkish gray (idk why I felt the need to include this)
He’s pretty girthy too, so he definitely will make your walls stretch uncomfortably if he doesn’t offer you foreplay
Douma is rough, selfish and truly only cares about his own pleasure but he likes watching you whine and squirm while being impaled on his cock
Douma also has a thing for “belly bulges” so he will fuck you in some odd positions if he means he can see his dick from the outside… if ya know what I mean
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4. Gyutaro
Listen, plz just listen cause I promise you I’m going somewhere with this. Cause I can already hear y’all being like ???Scrawny ass Gyutaro is in 4th??? Yes. He is.
Gyutaro got himself a bit of an upgrade when becoming a demon. He for sure does not look like he did a a human. By that I mean he’s taller than he was (even tho he’s hunched)
What I’m tryna get at is demon transformation made his dick bigger and Imma live in my little fantasy world
When soft: 6.5
When hard: 7.2
Gyutaro’s dick is as curved as his spine and as thick as his tiny ass waist. He’s got length but not crazy girth.
Even if he’s rough, it feels good. Like there isn’t a ton of discomfort if he goes in raw with no prep cause he wants to punish you, he’s like the perfect amount of stretch
He’s mean, verbally and physically but at the same time he’s a fucking sucker for your body so he can’t really say much without whining and groaning
He’s got some confidence in his cock but he’s also a bit envious of the other upper moons
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5. The Hantengu Clones (Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi)
I’ve talked about my dick HCs for these four in my A-Z NSFW alphabet and I was tryna be realistic. However, when it comes to this post, fuck being realistic.
Sekido when soft 6.2 | when hard 7.1
Karaku when soft 6 | when hard 6.9
Urogi when soft 5.9 | when hard 6.7
Aizetsu when soft 5.7 | when hard 6.5
There is so much to say here but honestly my brain is malfunctioning so I can’t even delve into it
Regardless, the four of these demons fuck very differently and use their dicks very differently
Sekido and Urogi have no curve, Karaku has a slight curve and Aizetsu’s curves upwards
Hantengu himself had a 3 inch dick and you can’t tell me otherwise. Pussy ass bitch
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6. Kaigaku
I hate this little bitch but I’m including him so I can rag on his fugly ass. Kaigaku simps I’m sorry but I can’t stand him
This douche has the smallest dick among the upper moons. This is full Kaigaku slander.
When soft: 5.2
When hard: 6
I’ll give him a decent dick tho cause boy does he have the fucking audacity
That’s all I’m gonna give y’all cause I ain’t wasting my time on him GOOD BYE I didn’t even tag is ass
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thee-horny-thicky · 4 months
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upper moons *incuding muzan* with a fem S/O who has a hyper sensitive pussy???
The Upper Moons with a Sensitive S/O
Before I begin, I'd like to say the Upper Moons has no business being so fine. Like, after writing this, I'm so tempted to write a gangbang fic 😭
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Gyutaro:
Starting from the bottom, we have Gyutaro, since he’s the reason he and Daki are upper moons. Chances are, you met him when you became employed at the brothel Daki worked at, and he was quickly enamored with you. He’d watch in the shadows as other men enjoyed your cunt, fascinated with the sounds you made, and with how responsive you were. Your moans and whimpers had an authenticity that the other women lacked, and it didn’t take long to figure out why. You were a sensitive little thing, and all it took were fingers rubbing over your clit to make you soaked.  Gyutaro took note of the things that made you scream and memorized the fastest way to make you come. He knew he wasn’t a looker—at least in his eyes—and that he was scary to most humans. So, he’d make up for his lack of looks by learning to please you.
Surely, he could get you off better than those creeps that pay to fuck you.
When he finally gets his hands on you—I’ll let you decide the method—he’s testing everything that he learned. He’d start off tame, rubbing your pretty pussy with his fingers until you came. It didn’t take long, and that was a huge boost to his ego. Then, he’d crawl between your legs and lap up your juices, shoving his tongue inside you and then angling it upward to stimulate your G-spot, his sharp teeth scraping your clit. He’d quickly grow addicted to your taste and stay between your legs for a while. Only when his hard-on became too bothersome to ignore would he impale you with his length, drawing another orgasm out of you by the time he bottomed out.
By the time he’s done ravishing your cunt, you’d barely remember your name.
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Gyokko:
I would like to use this moment to say that I found Gyokko’s true form finer than I wanted to admit, so that’s what I’m basing this on. And, his true form has big hands, which he’d happily use on you. He’d get off on seeing how many of his fingers your sensitive cunt could handle, laughing as you started to whine about it being too much. Instead of it being a deterrent, he’d continue fingerfucking your stuffed pussy, teasing you as you come all over his hand.
But his fingers aren’t the only way he’d get you off.
 His cock happened to disappear when he became a demon, and the location of his mouths are too inconvenient to get you off.  But worry not, because his hands aren’t the only option, as he had rippling abs. He’d encourage you to rock yourself against his rock-hard abdomen, giggling maniacally when you orgasm just from grinding against him.
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Hantengu:
 So, this man basically has split personalities, and each one will treat your sensitive pussy differently from the others. But for the sake of brevity, I’ll speak about what they all have in common; they practically worship your cunt. It’s so easy to get you riled up and knowing that they’re the cause of that slick dripping down your thighs is an ego boost to them all. Playing with you calms Sekido’s anger and fucking you nice and hard is a surefire way to put him at ease. Slurping up your juices makes Aizetsu feel twinges of joy, and he never feels happier than when you’re calling out his name. Urogi giggles like a maniac as he teases you. He’s mindful not to do too much, knowing how easily you come, forcing you to beg for the orgasm that you desperately need. And Karaku makes a game out of making you come as many times as possible. He likes to give himself a time limit to give you a certain number of orgasms. As the clock ticks, he’ll finger, lick, and fuck you to climax repeatedly, until you’re a sobbing, overstimulated mess.
Hantengu’s main form, Zohakuten, and Urami are not included. Zohakuten has the form of a child, Urami would be a pouty bastard as how easy it is for you to come, and inflict pain on you as a result, and Hantengu himself would be jumping and yelping the moment he sees your pussy, as it’s just too much for him to handle.
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Akaza:
First, let’s be clear. Whether you’re a demon or a human, this man will not let any of the other upper moons near you, especially Douma. You’re his woman. Not only does he want to protect you, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have you, and your sensitive cunt only makes him more possessive of you. Your pussy is magic to him, and he refuses to let anyone else experience it. You and what lies between your legs is his second chance at happiness, and he won’t let it go.
Moreover, he doesn’t think anyone else can please you as he can, and you only deserve the best.
This man lives to worship you, and when he’s not on a mission for Muzan or hunting, he’s likely caring for you. Caring for you obviously includes fucking you, and bringing you orgasm after orgasm.  He’ll treat you like the most precious thing in the world, and making you feel good is his way of showing how much he adores you.
Akaza refuses to eat women, but he’ll eat pussy like it’s his last meal. The taste of your juices is the sweetest thing to him, and only when you’re begging and pleading for him to stop does he cease licking your glistening folds and sucking on your swollen clit. But that doesn’t mean he’ll stop. No, he’ll simply tongue your asshole, as human conventions don’t apply to him.
If that’s a little too much, he has no issue fucking you. His large size means you have to be well-stretched and lubricated to take him without pain, so unless you’re absolutely dripping, he’ll refuse to put his dick in you. Luckily, his oral skills and your sensitive pussy mean that’s an easy task to achieve. And once he’s pounding you into the mattress, you’ll be drooling, and cock drunk in record time.
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Douma:
The. Biggest. Menace. Douma can’t take shit seriously, and he’s strong enough to do what he wants without consequences. That includes fucking with you, no matter how much you protest. The moment he discovered how sensitive your pussy was, you’d never have a moment of rest. He enjoys seeing what can get you off and especially favors teasing you with his mouth. Greedy man he is, Douma has to taste your slick every day. He'll force you to starve off your orgasm for as long as possible, before suddenly switching to drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. When you beg him to stop, one of three things will happen.
He’ll impale you with his length, the lubrication your previous orgasms provided making his large dick slide in with ease. How quickly you get cock drunk amuses him, and his stamina means you’ll be there for a while. When he’s done, he’d push his cum back into you.
He refocuses his attention on your ass, rimming and fingering your tight hole to compare how sensitive it is to your cunt. Your whines for him to stop only encourage him, and once he's done with his evaluation, he’ll fuck your loosened hole, before cleaning off and restarting the cycle all over again.
He’d push you to your knees and start using your mouth like a fleshlight, making you swallow every drop of his cum.
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Kokushibo:
Like Akaza, Kokushibo will guard you with his life, and keep you away from the other moons. He rarely shows himself, and he expects you to follow his lead. He values privacy for a multitude of reasons, and when you came along, playing with your pretty pussy became one of them. When you’re laid in front of him with your legs spread, Kokushibo has never been thankful for so many eyes. He’d savor the image of your throbbing clit and gleaming folds, the way you shudder as the cool air grazes your cunt driving him wild.
When it’s too much for him to bare, he’ll trail a finger along your slit, testing how wet you are, before pushing two fingers into your needy hole. As a swordsman, he’d be good with his hands, and have you coming undone quicker than normal.
 When he craves a test of you, he’ll bury his head between your thighs, keeping all eyes on you as he slurps up your juices. The faces you make as he unravels you with his mouth drive him wild, and it won’t take long until he’s putting you on all fours to fuck you, thrusting into you until your puffy folds are dripping with slick, before filling you up with his seed.
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Muzan:
Last but certainly not least, the mastermind behind it all, Muzan. Now, Muzan has an array of personalities and personas, but I’ll focus on his true form and his feminine form. Muzan, being the manipulative bastard he is, would employ tricks to keep your devotion. That includes rewarding and punishing you. You’re lucky he has a soft spot for you because he’d still want you to be intact, no matter how mad you make him. So, his punishment of choice is building up orgasm after orgasm, an easy feat considering how sensitive you are. After he’d spank you until your ass is red, he’d keep you laid over his lap and finger fuck you, ordering you to hold each climax until he tells you otherwise. If you disobey, Godspeed.
He'd spear you with his cock, fucking you fast and hard, forcing you to come on his dick over and over again. His position of choice is doggy, as he can easily spank you or switch to anal. If you’d been very bad, he has a whip in hand to flog your back as he splits you open. If he noticed you giving too much attention to another upper moon, he might just fuck you in front of them to assert dominance. He’d want them to know that your cunt is his, and just to prove that he'll cum in you. As your folds drip with his seed, he’d spread your lower lips so the inspiration of his jealousy could see that he’d marked you from the inside, slapping your puffy pussy as you whimper out complaints.
He tries to hide this fact, but he does feel pleasure in his feminine form. And yes, Fem!Muzan does have female anatomy. In this form, Muzan likes to experiment and is especially fond of 69 and scissoring. As you lap at Muzan’s cunt or rub yours against his, Muzan can understand how you unravel so easily, as something about his pussy being played with always makes him orgasm harder. He can also better understand how sensitive you get after coming. If he’s angry with you, he’ll use this knowledge against you. But if you’ve been a good pet, he’d go easy on you, and allow you to eat him out instead of playing with pretty cunt.
I hope this satisfies your curiosity 🥰
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muzansfangs · 11 months
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Hiii! May I request some hc of the reader cockwarming Muzan during a video call with her parents?😎
Cock-warming Muzan during a video call with your parents.
Starring: Muzan x f!reader.
Warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, slightly choking spanking, vaginal sex, oral sex (Muzan receiving).
Format: headcanons.
Plot: Craving your revenge on your husband for having forgotten about your dinner out yesterday, you came up with a perfect plan to make him pay for his sins. Once he came back from a tiring day at work, you allured him into your trap and forced him to endure a real ‘physical torture’ during a video call with your parents. Were you ready to face the consequences of your actions, though?
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• Unaware of what was yet to come, your husband groaned softly at the way your tongue swirled around the tip of his leaking cock. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his head lolled back on the headrest of his leather armchair. You truly knew how to help him steam off some stress after a long, tiring day at work.
• Well, of course you did. You were enjoying yourself too, after all. Yet, this was not going to last long. Despite your hunger for him and your devotion in satisfying your husband’s needs, giving Muzan a blow job was just a part of your devious plan. Muzan Kibutsuji was not going to get his release tonight, he was going to endure so much frustration and physical pain he would have thought twice the next time, before ‘forgetting’ about another important dinner with you.
• You glanced up at him as he yanked your hair back, his plum red eyes meeting yours in a lustful glare “Ride me” he demanded, watching the way you suavely stood up from between his knees and quickly unzipped your skirt, letting it pool down at your feet.
• Muzan loved watching you strip for him. The power he had over you, the way you always obediently left the items fall on the floor one by one was enticing. He loved seeing you bouncing up and down his cock, feeling your mouth hovering over his one sinfully, as you thought you were the one in control. He found it amusing the way you always tried to break him, but never really succeeded in it.
• If only he knew how the tables were about to turn…
• You bit your lower lip softly, your panties following the destiny of your skirt and landing on the floor as you leant down towards Muzan. You captured his lips in a tender, yet passionate kiss “Your wish is my command” you whispered then, before turning your back at him and lowering yourself onto his erected, throbbing member. Muzan moaned softly, his hands gripping your hips tightly as your walls clamped down on him.
• “Fuck— Feisty, aren’t we? – he breathed out, sitting up and pressing his still covered chest against your back – I did not expect a reverse cowgirl today, but I’m not complaining” he chortled, his mouth latching onto the left side of your neck as you stared at the pc awaiting for the incoming video call from your parents.
• “I feel experimental, babe… – you sneered, rolling your hips even so slightly to elicit one of his guttural, erotic groans from him – I promise you are going to enjoy it”.
• Muzan hummed, his hot breath fanning your earlobe as he snapped his hips up abruptly, making a high-pitched moan to erupt from your throat “Fucking start to ride me like the bitch in heat you are, darling” he hoarsely said, only to narrow his eyes at the pc as the Skype ringtone spread through the room.
• Now, Muzan was one hundred percent sure you were going to ignore the call. Your parents would have understood anyway, thus he chuckled and wrapped one hand around your throat “Ah, imagine your father’s face, if he saw the lewd faces you’re about to make…” he stated, a smug smile plastered over his face.
• Poor Muzan.
• “Mmm, you better not do that because I really have to answer. Face the camera, Mr. Kibutsuji” you whined, right before dragging your finger on the cursor and answering the call.
• Muzan.exe stopped working. His mouth agape, his expression blank as the cheerful faces of your parents appeared on the screen. How dare you? That was what betrayal felt like.
• “Hi mom! Hi daddy!” you greeted your parents, waving your hand at them as if you were not stuffed with the twitching, hard cock of your husband.
• Muzan gulped down nervously, his hand squeezing your hip harshly as if he wanted you to know that you had royally screwed up. However, you were going to give him a very hard time in speaking to them. After all, he deserved it, right? Therefore, you rolled your hips slowly, pretending you were just shifting your position. Muzan stiffened, a groan almost erupting from his throat “Good evening, Mrs and Mr. L/N” he rasped, faking cough to mask the pleasure engulfing his lower abdomen.
• Sweat ran down his back as he was forced to strike up a conversation with your parents. Why did you do that? Why were you punishing him?
• Then your mother spoke and he froze solid, reality dawning on him as a cold shower. His cock almost softened, but you promptly shifted again and he had to clasp his hand over his mouth to fake another stupid coughing fit “How was your dinner yesterday?”.
• “Aww, unfortunately, we had to call it down… — you pouted, planting a kiss on your husband cheekbone, shifting slighty on your seat – As you can see, Muzan is not at his best!”.
• “I wonder why” Muzan almost growled, as his hand slided down towards your clit. Well, if you were going to be a pain in the ass, he was too. As he started rubbing figures eight on your bundle of nerves, careful not to let your parents get a hint of what was going on, your cheeks heated up and you knew you were toasted by the dangerous glint in Muzan’s eyes.
• Long story short, you made up an excuse and ended the call. But, as soon as you did, Muzan lost his temper.
• You did not even had enough time to realize what was happening that you found yourself bent over the desk, Muzan’s hand spanking your ass a few times in a row, before he leant down towards your ear “What the fuck was that, huh? Acting all bitchy for a dinner? Ah, you must be starving! I’ll give you a wholesome meal you’re not going to regret, dear. Daddy is going to take care of you”. With that, he pulled out of you only to pick a feral pace.
• Spoiler Alert: you could not even walk to the bed on your legs, once he was done with you.
AUTHOR NOTE.
Hello there! My my, I got a little carried away I think… I’M NOT SORRY THOUGH. I’m a whore for Muzan, but y’all know it already. I hope you have enjoyed this one as much as I did!
Tag: @tired-writer04 because we got a kink for him. Send help, guys💀❤️
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kairiscorner · 2 months
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Heian! Muzan with a really sweet and gentle wife from an arranged marriage? He's completely in denial and becomes tsundere whenever the wife lovingly takes care of himm
hearts' day imagine 001.
muzan kibutsuji with his loving wife.
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"her kindness is only an act of formality; it's not real."
muzan constantly believed that for a woman that was forced to marry him, your outward kindness was bound to run out eventually. you were a benevolent soul, extremely gentle, and softhearted. every time he came home from attending to his business, you would always greet him with a sweet smile and a hot plate of his favorite food.
you were the only woman he had ever lived with that wasn't a family member, he was never really used to a stranger cooking meals for him or asking him about his day. he refused to let his guard down with you, even if you meant the nicest intentions, he just couldn't bring himself to trust you.
he barely responded to your questions, usually making snark comments about your cooking or other things you did. they did sting, but you took every word he uttered with a kind smile. he found it somewhat unnerving, how someone who was constantly insulted by him could stand being so nice to him still.
after several weeks of this arrangement between you two, muzan toned down his snarky comments and insults, remaining silent more than cranky around you. he opted that instead of engaging in conversation with you, he opted to observe you as you tended to your garden every morning and every afternoon, the same time as always, without fail.
while he rested inside by the living room, he overheard a neighbor making conversation with you. you talked about how your wedding anniversary with him was tomorrow, and though he had never really felt compelled to get you anything, he felt as though it wouldn't hurt to get you something at least, something that would keep your pretty little self happy for even a few hours.
he went off to the florist's at dawn, and requested for a bouquet of some of your favorite flowers, the kinds you wish you had in your garden and envied other wives in the village for having, silently wishing you could have the same species of flowers as them. when muzan got home, you were about to start your day and cook breakfast for him, as usual.
though when you headed downstairs, the sweet scent of the flowers he bought for you wafted in the air. muzan barely had any time to hide them foe you to find, so seeing your husband clutching a bouquet of colorful flowers–expensive ones, mind you–on the morning of your wedding anniversary warmed your heart, and... drove you to tears.
muzan couldn't understand why you were sobbing over flowers, but instead of reaching for the bouquet, you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him gently, sobbing a little into his clothes. he usually would push you off when you got too close to him, but... not a single cell in his body compelled him to. it was as though muzan felt comfortable with you clinging onto him like this.
it was strange, it was new to him, but... he didn't hate it.
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draeisgrayte · 20 days
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Moonlit Monsters | Muzan x FEM!reader
SYNOPSIS: Reader is having a nice night time dip in the lake not too far from her village, when a mysterious man appears on the shore (omg it's like that one story in the Bible) anyway- the man stakes claim to the shadowy heart of reader.
CONTAINS: smut, female naked, one mention of a boner, claws, teeth, blood kink, oral sex (fem!receiving), kissing, a bit of wounding, outdoor sex (almost?), dirty talk
WORD COUNT: 1.6k
A/N: A little drabble I just had to get out of my system. I'll have a lot of free time coming up so I'm trying to get some of the shorter ideas I've had out of the way so I can crank out those longer fics. I hope you enjoy!
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Moonbeams create a sky of their own on the water’s surface—the liquid forms around your naked body, welcoming you into the environment with ripples from your movement. There was a strong waterfall about 20 feet from your current spot in the lake creating small waves that would lap at the shore. The waterfall, a celestial cascade of liquid silver, descends gracefully from the heights above, its sound a lullaby that resonates through the night. The surrounding nature seems to hold its breath as if joining the observer in silent admiration of the nocturnal spectacle. Trees guarded this oasis with ancient splendor. You felt safe. That was until you heard the foliage rustle behind you. 
“You’re quite a pretty thing.” A smooth voice sneers. Your brows knit together as you turn in the water. There’s a figure leaning against one of the trees – face shaded by the lack of light. 
“I’m afraid this lake is already taken.” You call to the shore. You can’t see, but you swear their lips lift in a devious grin. 
They shift forward, still within the shadows. “And here I was hoping you’d invite me in.” The voice is deep, deeper than a woman's. You’d assume this was a man leering at you – like they usually did – but there was something off about this one. He carried himself in a way that made you think twice about crossing him. “What’da you say, Nightshine?”
A nickname, already? He moved quickly. “What if you’re dangerous?” An elegant laugh rumbles out of the man. His next move is at the speed of light as he almost teleports behind you. A chill runs through your body as his hands grip your shoulders. Claws dig into the tender skin, pricking blood. They also prick a low desire in the core of your stomach. 
“There is no if, my sweet, but you already knew that.” He purrs into the shell of your ear. Your body fills with heat at the way his hot breath makes your nipples stiffen. The prospect of what he was about to do excited you in a way that probably should be looked at by the village healer, but that was if you lived past this evening. 
“What do you plan on doing to me?” You question, stupidly, perhaps. A delighted hum vibrates from him, his fingers trailing down your arms. 
“I’m feeling a bit peckish after my last meal. I think you’ll be a delicious dessert.” The point of his sharp fingernails traces a swirling pattern on your collarbone. Without a moment's hesitation, the span of his hand wraps around the base of your throat, pushing your head to where it was resting on his shoulder. You could almost make out the shape of his face before thick curly locks fell in front of his face. You don’t miss the glint of pointed teeth in his lecherous grin. You notice he smells like the city, with aromas of food and women imprinted on the clothes he wears. There was a secondary scent, one that was pungent enough to make your nose crinkle. It was coppery and meaty, it didn’t mix with the first smells. The latter felt like part of him as if he carried the waft of blood on his body. 
His nose drags up the length of your jugular, stopping when he meets your ear lobe – licking the spot with hunger you could feel radiate off of him. His hand on your throat squeezes tighter as he slips it under your jaw. As he turns your head to face him he covers your eyes with his free hand. Your senses felt like they were on fire, everything making your ears perk up. “If your eyes meet mine,” He pauses, hot breath spreading over your exposed face. He must’ve moved closer to you. You can almost feel his proximity with the slight movement of his lips. “I will snap this pretty neck of yours.”
Soft, feverous lips meet yours. Feasting on the moan that escapes your mouth as his hand slides to the back of your neck, keeping you pressed to him. “Fuck you taste divine.” He growls, clamping down on your hair. Your yelp cracks into a gaspy moan as he bends his head to suck on the junction of your shoulder. The creatures of the night had always enticed you, even as a young girl you explored the forest in hopes the shadows the chief warned you about would appear. 
When he was kissing you this man tasted like fresh blood. A fact that should’ve made you run, but something told you that you wouldn’t make it very far. In the meantime he’d made his way down your body, scraping a claw down your abdomen. It stung with an exhilarating pain, making you press your thighs together. He clicks his tongue, pressing the muscle to the wound he’d created and licking up the blood that spilled from it. A whiney moan tumbles into the open when he takes your stiff nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with dexterity that even the warriors of your village would be envious. 
“M-more I need more,” You pant out, reaching down to grip his cheeks. They’re soft, and sunken in as he sucks on your hard peaks. A chuckle vibrates his mouth and the sensation makes you nearly scream. 
He lets go of your breast with a loud pop that echoes around the lake valley. His mouth is on yours, feeding you that same taste as before. It makes your knees weaken to the point he wraps an arm around your back, supporting you against his own body. He breaks from the kiss, the shadows only allowing you to see his mouth which turns up in a smirk. “I thought I was the hungry one, but it turns out you were ready to feast on me my little siren.” 
A warmth spreads over your body, your gaze falling to the reflective water you both stand in. “Who are you?” You find yourself asking, expecting the man to not respond. There’s a long pause before he wraps his massive hands under your thighs, pushing lightly so you’ll allow him to pick you up. He brings you around his waist, the hard planes of his chest exposed from where his clothing had parted slightly. 
“The monster your mother warned you about.” He responds, splashing through the water, toward the shore. Your heart pounds in your chest and chills run up your exposed back as the water drips to the ground. 
“I was hoping you’d say that.” You whisper, finding your back aggressively pressed into the trunk of a tree. 
“Is that so?” He chuckles, kissing at your neck. You try to bite back the moans, but he nips at the splotchy skin he left from earlier, eliciting a garbled whine from your lips. 
“Oh heavens,” You cry out, gripping his shoulders. Another laugh, this one more devious than the last graces your ears. 
“No my sweet, the things I’m about to do to you will not be heavenly.” He huffs, lowering your body slightly to where you can feel something hard press into the apex of your thighs. 
“Then stop talking and take me already,” Exasperated from his teasing tongue your mouth turns down in a frown. 
He pulls you away from the tree, slamming you rather roughly into a large boulder near the shoreline. The wind is knocked out of you with his action. He slides you upon the boulder, grasping at the plush skin of your thighs. “Hold on darling.” He mumbles and before you have much time to regain any form of thought his tongue plunges into the place no one else has ever touched. A scream of pleasure rolls from your throat, the movement against the sensitive bud making you squirm. It felt so good like you were becoming a piece of glass about to explode. 
“Ngh–yes, oh my – f’eels so good.” Garbled nonsense sputters from your mouth as the man works the folds of your wet cunt like a master. A moan shakes from his throat, sending shockwaves through your nerves. 
“P-please, h–ugh–harder.” He listens well, sliding one of his clawed fingers into your throbbing pussy. You squirm from the intense amount of pleasure. With just one finger it felt like he was stretching you out, but through the slight sting, your walls still clenched around his finger. “That feels so good, ha,”
His lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it while he moved his finger slowly in and out of you. You start to shake, an overwhelming feeling radiating through your entire being. Just as you feel the crest of whatever sensation that was he releases your abused clit, grinning up from between your legs. “Such a good girl,” He hisses, but a wash of realization crashes any pleasure you once felt as his red irises stare back at you. Illuminated in the moonlight a short gasp escapes your lips. You want to explain, it was an accident of course, but if the last thing you got to see was his eyes, you could die happy. His eyes glow with an ethereal gleam, his free hand clawing into your outer thigh. You let out a small cry as blood rushes forth. He lifts your leg, turning the axis of your hips to reveal the gash of flesh he tore into. He brings his teeth to the surface, sinking into the tender skin. You hiss in pain but the calming stare of his eyes brings you to a sense of euphoria. His tongue dances around, lapping up the copper liquid with appreciation. 
He lifts from your bloodied thigh, red painting his mouth as he smirks at you. “You are mine, little siren, you belong to me. You belong to the Demon King.”
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jazjustpeachy · 5 months
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Imagine Muzan with a Maid!Reader ft. The 12 kizuki
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Tw: perverts, objectification , not proofread (I just write whatever when I'm bored)
Imagine you're a demon who is only kept alive to be a Maid for the demon king, 12 kizuki, and the infinity castle.
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Muzan was going to kill you after assuming you were useless. Then, he realised there just may be a job for you. A job that only exists to stroke his ego.
Imagine you in a Maid dress that gradually gets shorter and shorter from an ankle length skirt to a mini. You can constantly feel eyes on you at all times as you are ordered around by your master.
Muzan tells you to scrub the already clean floors as he tries to get a look at your frilly underwear that's just peeking through the bottom of your skirt.
You should really be grateful. He kept you alive, and all you have to do is do whatever he says whenever he says it at all times. And you know he is going to take any chance possible to punish you. Punishments would very in how painful and strict they are, but even the less strict punishments are dreadful. Can you imagine getting spanked by this man? Your peaches will be slapped off! You wouldn't be able to sit for weeks even with your regeneration. So be a good girl, and God help you behind.
Unlike Muzan, Doma isn't trying to hide his interest. He picks up the hem of your skirt to get a better look before letting out a giggle. As he is your superior, you know you can't and shouldn't do anything to fight back against it. Especially to Doma (you will die). You look good enough to eat. Akaza tries to hide his blush. He shouldn't be looking, and he knows this, but how can he help himself when you look like that. He is obviously the most respectful of them all. He knows what you have to go through and tries to treat you as nicely as possible. Even if he tries to avoid you most of the time.
At least Akaza keeps Doma as far away from you as possible.
There is always a bitter smell in the air at the upper moon meetings as you sense Daki and her beady ass eyes boaring into your soul out of envy. She hates the way you get so much attention even though you're lesser than her. I mean, she is stronger and prettier, so why are you getting all of Master Muzan's attention!
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You're a little safer at the lower moon meetings because they can't get away with nearly the amount of stuff that the upper moons can. Enmu is constantly at your feet. Eventhough your so much less of a demon than him, it...practically dirt...he can't help but feel a little more than pity. He wants to show you how special you are and how you're just so perfect.
I can just tell he will be smelling you up every chance he gets. He loves the way you smell. He sniffs your neck as his hand slowly travels bellow your skirt pinching at the hem of your little frilly underwear. I can just tell Enmu is the type of demon to call you a good girl, naughty girl, or probably at some points go as far as calling you his "little slave."
Kamanue wants to look. He really does, but he's just so anxious. He's scared that if he looks somewhere, he is not welcome, and then Master Muzan will be upset. The last thing he wants it an angry demon king. But even still, he can't help but imagine you bent over his knee. He loves to feel strong and to take out his very deep and hidden anger on a weaker, subservient demoness who can't say otherwise is his dream. He wants to show you and Muzan how strong he really is.
Kokushibo can do what he wants. He doesn't have to hide what he is doing. Not in fear of Muzan and not for his own ego. He does what he wants when he wants, but what he wants is not always to peep at your cunny. But sometimes it is. Imagine he stops you at what you're doing and grabs your waist. Practically effortlessly, and just flips you around to take a look. He keeps a straight face while doing it, too. It's slmost scary. He just moves your underwear aside and just stares before putting you down and telling you to "get back to work, Maid." And like always, you're just left flustered.
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kyojurismo · 11 months
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Hi, I don’t know if I am doing it right. This is an emergency request. I have had the worst week ever at university and, since I live alone, I have no one really waiting for me when I come back. I have stumbled on your acc yesterday and I was wondering if you can write some headcanons about “comfort sex” with Douma, Muzan and Akaza when the reader comes home from a bad day at work/university. Female reader, if it’s not too much to ask for!💕
Thank you so much!
▸ ANSWERING. k now i feel both bad and stupid bc apparently i just imagined to write some reqs, idk man. anyway, here we are. hope you’ll enjoy it <3
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▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba
▸ CHARACTERS. muzan kibutsuji, douma (upper rank two) & akaza (upper rank three) x fem!reader
▸ RATING. nsfw
▸ WARNINGS. smut, vanilla sex, oral sex (f receiving), fluff, praising, um they’re human i guess? it’s up to you yeah, not proofread
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MUZAN KIBUTSUJI
muzan sensed something was wrong
you were clearly stressed and the fact that you had a bad day was written all over your face
“come here, darling,” he patted his laps and you approached him, sitting down
he would kiss you so lovingly while caressing your tensed up body
he would lay you down on the couch, start undressing you and kiss all over your skin
he praised you, filling you with compliments while he reminded you to ignore whoever made you feel bad
“you’re smart, everything will work out the way you desire.”
his thrusts were gentle and slow
the pleasure overshadowed everything, making you forget about your bad day
muzan was here to make love to you, keep it in mind
his big hands caressed your shoulders and your hips
he teasingly pinched your nipples, because he knew that it makes you laugh sometimes
when you two are finished he would keep you close to his body, secured into his warm embrace
“i love you, darling.”
DOUMA
douma saw you were upset and simply decided that all you needed was a good fuck and some food
okay no, let’s slow thing down
he would take you to your bedroom
undress you
kiss all over your pretty face
then would let you lie down on the bed
and boom, he’s between your legs
douma was born to satisfy you (he thinks so)
he probably ate you out for a couple of hours
your thighs always ended up squeezing his head
his nose bumped into your clit while he used his tongue on you
his thick fingers thrusting and curling into your warm channel, wet sounds filling the room
his reward? your moans and whines
when he finally decided to leave your poor pussy alone, who’s now all puffy and wet, most of his face is wet with your juices
there was a smirk on his face while he looked down at your trembling body
then he ordered your favourite food and ate it in bed with you, cuddling and chatting about random stuff (:
AKAZA
this man is straight up from heaven
because as soon as you enter your house he’s there to welcome you, kiss you passionately and show you what he prepared for you
when it still wasn’t enough to cheer you up, he decided to take you to bed
he took his time with you
his lips probably kissed every inch of your skin
he payed special attention to your breasts, sucking and licking your hardening nipples, then your stomach and just after all that, his lips connected with your throbbing clit
his lips and fingers worked to make you cum
twice
then he freed his cock, pumped it a few times and sank into you
“you’re doing so good, sweetheart.”
“oh, fuck. you really needed that, huh?”
he’s so lovely and gentle 😭
his thrusts are slow but hard, akaza knows how to make you see stars
and your moans and your grip on his shoulders are the confirmation
you arched your back before cumming a third time
akaza came soon after, you could feel the spurts of white coating your walls while his cock twitched
cuddles because you deserved to be treated like a princess <3
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▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. i strangely don’t hate it??? lol, thank you for reading by the way !! <3
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ponderingmoonlight · 2 months
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(y/n) sparing Kokushibo's life for him to save her
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Pairing: Kokushibo x fem!reader
Word Count: 3,9k
Synopsis: You find yourself standing in front of none other than the upper moon one. And while you know your chances are low and that your life might end in the dusk of day, you are able to cage Kokushibo into the upgoing sun. Until his eyes are filled with sorrow, until you make a decicion that might cost your life...
Warnings: this is my first ever Kokushibo fic so please let me know what you think! Like for Yorichii, I inserted a few pics into the fanfic itself so be prepared, angst to fluff, not proofread yet, NO MANGA SPOILERS 🤍
Special thanks to my dear @lavenderdrxp for the request!
The cold air of the night lashes against your sensitive skin without mercy, only warmed by your blood that runs down your frame like rivers. You are so tired. Tired of fighting, tired of your life. Why did you decide on becoming a demon slayer, developing into a quite skilled hashira? Right, because one of them murdered your whole village without blinking, because you wanted to protect humans from their cruel hands.
Your fingers start to tremble uncontrollably while you hold onto your sword for dear life, the handle smeared in crimson. The second you laid your eyes on him, felt his presence, you saw death itself. You’ve never encountered one of the upper moons carefully chosen by Muzan Kibutsuji himself. Until today, you were so keen to win this endless fight, thought you’d stand a chance against the demon king.
“Give up your dreams and die.”
But the man in front of you is the upper moon one. The man in front of you was able to almost kill you with just one skilled slash of his sword. Is this how you’ll die? In a 10-minute fight with a demon? Of course, you always knew your life would end like this. After all, this is the fate of a demon slayer, this is what you chose.
But…you don’t want to die. You want to live a long and healthy life, want to eat mochis until sunset and play cards with your friends.
“I will never give up”, you press out, dashing forward over and over again.
Your body begs you to stop and rest, to let your blade fall and never return to this life. But instead, you stare into his cold eyes, those beautiful colourful orbs that would fascinate you in another situation. How did a man like him end up being such a powerful demon?
“Foolish human. Do you really think you are able to defeat me?”
Your eyes dart up to the sky above. That cursed night that makes it possible for these creatures to walk on earth freely. But that faint shimmer of orange tells you that day will soon arrive, that maybe…
It might be stupid to even consider a win, that you’ll make it out of here alive. But if you are able to entertain him for a couple more minutes and trap him until sunrise, you’d be able to not only escape, but kill him.
Your mind starts to race, eyes scanning his body up and down. He’s quite tall and muscular, it won’t be easy to defeat him without any weapons. No, not even your katana will be enough. But maybe the poison you created with Shinobu-san will be.
“Use this against a demon whenever you feel like you can’t defeat him otherwise. This will make any demon unable to move for at least a few minutes.”
Every demon, she said. Every demon definitely includes the man standing in front of you. But will this be enough, are you actually skilled enough to even hit him? You need to inject the poison into his body, meaning a slice with your poisoned blade would be more than enough.
But that means you have to land a hit.
“You’re a fool if you really think I’ll give up so easily.”
Kokushibo needs to move, needs to end this fight before the sun starts to rise. You’re a hashira, his worst enemy. But instead, he can’t help but stare at you through the darkness of the night. You seem so unbothered by his presence, so confident in your abilities that it simply sweeps him off his feet.
Are you actually dumb enough to underestimate him? No, the fact that you keep your save distance to his sword tells him more than urgently that you know very well who is standing in front of you. No, your firm believe in yourself is enough to make you stand your ground.
And again, you dash towards him, holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. He dodges your attack with ease, slicing through your tender flesh too light to hurt you critically. Oh, he knows all too well that he’s holding back, that you should be dead already. Why is he not able to end this fight, to finally get rid of you? Your eyes seem to gleam in the darkness, light up the word around him. When was the last time he saw the sun? He can’t remember. But your eyes have to be close.
A sudden pain crawling up his back rips him out of his pondering. What was that? Did you manage to hit him, is the sun starting to rise? Slowly he turns around, eyes finding your cramped-up figure on the floor. His flesh starts to heal in an instant, the only hint for your attack being a minor cut in his cloak. Yes, you indeed managed to hit him.
“I thought you are a hashira. Aren’t you aware that as a demon, I’m healing in an instant?”
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Your heavy breaths hang in the air between both of you, your blood discolouring the forest ground crimson while your hands dig into the mud. This was all you’ve had left. It has to be enough, the poison has to function. Otherwise…
Your tired eyes dart towards him and the way he slowly approaches you. Will this be your end? Like in slow motion he raises his sword over your head, ready to behead you. At least you did what you could, faced him with everything you’ve head. Becoming a demon slayer meant being ready to give your life sooner or later. You allow your lids to rest, awaiting the bow of his sharp blade in silence. At least your end will be graceful, right?
But instead of his sharp blade, you are greeted by his tall figure crashing into you onto the ground. Is this real? Did the poison work? You force your eyes open, heart almost beating out of your chest when you begin to realize.
You made it. Despite the stinging fact that this man is the upper moon one, you somehow managed to stand up against him and steal his ability to move.
“You…poisoned…me”, he presses out.
What a fool he was for sparing your life when he had the chance to kill you so easily. Now the sun slowly but surely starts to rise, makes his skin burn uncomfortably while his venomous eyes stare right through your soul. You really are a brave one, bright orbs set on him while you free yourself from the pressure of his body above you.
“I did what I have to do. You are my enemy.”
Yes, you have to remind yourself over and over again. It doesn’t matter that his facial features suddenly begin to soften, you really don’t care about the way he stares into the rising sun. No, it doesn’t bother you that he looks almost…hurt.
“I haven’t seen a sunrise for a long time”, he mumbles.
“I love to see the sun rise. There is no better feeling than the first warm rays of the day against bare skin and that striking colours painted in the sky.”
“You look exactly like a woman who adores sunrises”, he comments so tenderly that you rip your gaze away from the orange sky for a second.
“And you look like a man who did as well”, you reply without thinking twice.
In the dim light he looks breathtakingly gorgeous. Yes, there is no doubt that this demon once was a handsome man with the kindest eyes. You hold your breath, the mark engraved into his eye reminding you more than urgently that this man is indeed a powerful demon. You should leave him to the sheer force of the sun, let him burn for all the sins he committed. But instead, a deep grief holds onto your heart tightly.
“I did indeed.”
Is that a tear escaping his eye? No, impossible. No demon you ever encountered cried, regretted his actions. Does he feel the presence of death haunting after him, the way his skin starts to burn under the first rays of sunshine? His forehead starts to redden before catching fire, making a deep whimper escape his lips.
“Do you want to live on?”
What a stupid question to ask, how reckless to even talk to him. Why does your hand cup his cheek all of the sudden, why do you feel sorry for one of the strongest demons in existence?
“Maybe dying in the upgoing sun is more than I am able to ask for”, he speaks out slowly and reserved.
Your mind starts to raise, comes up with a plan more poisonous than anything Shinobu has ever created. This is ridiculous to even think about, you are a demon slayer, a hashira to be exact. The thought alone is ridiculous.
But not ridiculous enough to stop yourself from grabbing him under his armpits and start hovering him into the safety of the thick woods, away from the dangerous rays of sunshine. You feel like fainting, your very own blood following you behind like a trail while you huff in exhaustion. But still, you keep on moving, shield his body from the sun with your blood-soaked coat while all he does is staring at the angelic sky.
This will be the death of you, as soon as he regains the power over his body, he’ll slice you into pieces. Why? Why are you not strong enough to outstand your pity, why weren’t you able to leave him to his fate? Instead, you find yourself hauling him up a pair of stairs leading into an abandoned cottage you’ve known for years. This is your safe place, your retreat from this cruel world.
And this will be the place you lose your life in.
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You fall onto the cold wooden floor the second the door behind both of you is closed, your mouth tasting like iron while coughing up blood. You must be severely injured, given the fact how numb your body starts to feel and how your heart seems to beat slower with every passing minute.
Your eyes catch his shadow next to you, how it builds up into its old frightening gloom. The poison must have worn off, gave him back the ability to move freely. You swallow hard, glossy eyes widened in thick horror.
This will be your end.
“Why did you save me?”
His dark voice sends shivers down your spine, the sheer presence of his powers alone while laying on the floor helplessly almost making you lose your composure.
“I don’t know”, you mumble in response, voice nothing more than a fade away whisper.
His heavy yet light footsteps make the floor vibrate underneath his weight when he crosses the room and comes to a stand in front of you. All you can do is stare at his feet next to your head, waiting for your certain death.
“I’m the upper moon one”, he reminds you.
“And I’m…a hashira…”
You feel the wood next to you give in under his weight as he kneels down next to you, six eyes staring at you intensely. Why…why is he still hesitating? It wouldn’t be hard to kill you in the state you are in, even though the sun now almost fully rose. What a victory, killing another hashira off with ease, coming closer to being the strongest.
Kokushibo can’t help but admire you for the way you still carry yourself with so much pride. Despite the fact that you’ll die within an hour if not treated, despite his sheer presence by your side, your eyes still hold contact with his unwavering. Like in trance he leans forward, lets go of the handle of his sword for the first time since forever. As gentle as his hands remember to move, he places them onto your stomach, watches as your eyes fill with dread. Is he even able to use his powers after all this time ignoring them? He has to try.
The room lights up in red as your body seems to burn alive, a silent scream escaping your lips before you are able to stop it. Out of instinct, you grab on of his hands, hold onto it tightly while waiting for the sharp pain haunting down your body.
But nothing happens. No, it almost feels as if…your pain slowly fades away.
“You…You healed me”, you breathe out in utter disbelief, chest rising and falling so sharply that oxygen refuses to fill your lungs.
Your hands wander around your body rapidly, scan every inch of your busted skin to be greeted by nothing.
“You healed me.”
“You saved me”, he replies briefly, hands still pressed onto your stomach ever so slightly.
Time stands still, the only thing you can think about are his eyes. The eyes that were filled with sorrow when staring into certain death, the eyes that roamed around your body to check for your injuries, the eyes that are now locked with yours.
“Thank you.”
“I need to thank you as well”, he answers calmly.
“I-…”
You don’t know what to say. Is all of this just a dream? This creature, this force of a man kneeling next to you is none other than the upper moon one, the most dangerous demon after Muzan Kibusuji himself. But he didn’t kill you. No, in fact he even healed your severe wounds, saved your life instead of sinking his teeth into you.
He spared you.
Your life was saved by a demon.
“Join the demon slayer corps. Come with me.”
Your words leave your mouth faster than you are able to even think, regret immediately washing over you like a wave. What on earth were you just saying?
“Did you forget how I am?”
“In exchange for saving your life”, you continue.
He just stares at you, eyes widen in sheer surprise. He expected everything when he followed your tracks tonight, the mission Muzan Kibutsuji entrusted Kokushibo with still present in his mind. It was fairly simple: Kill the hashira with the bright orbs, the girl on her way to a nearby village flooded by demons.
But now that he’s sitting right next to you, his hands still resting against your stomach, your heartbeat pounding against his palms, he simply can’t imagine to end your life right here and now. No, the urge to brush his fingertips over your cheek just once, to feel the heat of your skin becomes almost unbearable. Is it because of your innocent eyes, because you saved him despite he injured you severely?
“We live in different worlds, (y/n). It is simply impossible for me to be a part of yours.”
Your stomach drops by the way he says your name, breath getting stuck in your throat. You’ve seen countless demons in your life, always hated every single one with all of your heart. But this man showed you his real face, that he is still human after all these years. Maybe there is still hope, maybe turning into a demon doesn’t have to be a death sentence. Maybe…maybe you’ll be able to save Tanjiro Kamado’s sister.
“Promise that we’ll meet each other again. Promise me that you’ll visit me here right here again soon”, you urge.
“I…”
Kokushibo is los at words, lost in your bright orbs, lost in your tenderness. Not so long ago, he was on his way to end your life violently, to kill you and leave with the arrival of the sun. But now he finds himself right by your side, his mind wandering just by the exciting thought of meeting you again.
“I will visit you again”, he finally gives in.
“Good”, you breathe out.
“Now, tell me a little about yourself. After all, we are trapped here until the sun goes down.”
“I don’t enjoy talking that much.”
“Come on…”
-one year later-
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Your eyes gleam in the down-going sun, whole body electrified in excitement. Only a few minutes before the sun is gone, only a few minutes until you finally see him again. As much as you adore the play of colours in the sky just before the sun sets, you started to love the tenderness of the night far more.
Because it means he’s able to walk freely, because it means finally seeing him again.
“There you are, sweetheart.”
Your heart skips a beat, cheeks already heating up before you even turned around. You wrap your arms around his tall figure in an instant, his thumb gently stroking over your forehead.
"I still despise that scar", he states, eyes lost in your sight.
He was the one who did this to you, the one who almost killed you that night.
“That was long ago, Koku, please don't worry about it. I missed you, where have you been?”
There he stands as charismatic as ever, his sheer presence alone signalling nothing but power. You never fail to notice that he’s around no matter where you are, looking after you while fighting off demons. Oh, how much he hates to hide in the shadow, to keep his affection a secret. But there is no way he’ll allow any other upper moon to harm a single hair on your body, let alone Muzan Kibutsuji himself.
Gently, you wrap your arms around him the way he adores so much, rest your head against his chest while he strokes your hair gently.
“I need to keep you save, I am not risking your life over one meeting, (y/n)”, he explains in all seriousness.
“I’d rather die than not seeing you”, you reply with a grin.
“Don’t say that, (y/n)”, he warns you while wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.
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sunandflame · 9 months
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Hey there :) I hope you’re having a great day :) if it’s okay please could I request a fic of muzan. Where the reader comes from a troubled family, and she’s always kind to muzan every time he comes through town and he’s very fond of her but one day when he visits he finds her on the brink of death so he turns her into a demon and she quickly becomes an upper moon. I hope this isn’t too much information 💙💙
Hi there! I actually never ever wrote something for Muzan, but I do like challenges!  And there is never too much information. I hope it's the way you want it and please let me know if not, since I am always looking for a way to improve myself ❤️
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Beguiling voice
Warnings: angst, violence, ra.pe attempt
Word Count: 966
Pairing: Muzan x Fem!Reader
Again you had to dry your tears and hide it behind a mask of smiles. Again you had to hide the bruises under your kimono and had to act like nothing happened. It was embarrassing and it became a habit to tug at the sleeve of your own kimono, so nobody saw the evidence of your troubled household. And yet you smiled, remained friendly, because that was your nature. You believed in the good of people even though it's been faltering lately.
You bowed to the pale man in the western suit and white fedora, gave him your friendliest smile. You often saw him here in the tea house and even if he didn't really order anything, you always tried to have a conversation with him as his voice was so beguiling to you and it was always a friendly exchange. He too seemed to be enjoying the conversations. That's how it seemed. Because if it hadn't been like that, he wouldn't be showing up again and again, right? He wasn't always there but as soon he was in the town, he made sure to visit you at least once. His soothing voice and manner were always a blessing on your battered soul and there were often times when you sought for the simplicity in your conversations. He was even in your daydreams when you tried to escape the unpleasant moments with your family. It was your escape of the reality, but the reality can hit hard.
You already had a queasy feeling since you made your way home from work. It was much later than expected and you quickly hurried to get back into your own four walls. You just wanted to be home as soon as possible, but that was denied to you.
With a jerk you were grabbed from behind and pulled into a dark alley and before you even knew what was happening to you your head banged against the wall and you lost consciousness for a moment and something wet flowed down your neck. You heard several male voices
"Fuck, she doesn't have anything valuable on her! Not even worth to rob her."
"Just leave the bitch here"
"Are you sure we shouldn't even have some fun with her? She's quite the beauty, isn't she?"
You opened your eyes in shock and began to whimper and fight. If they try something on you, they shouldn't have it easy at least. You clawed, bit and kicked around, but it only seemed to make the attackers more aggressive until eventually they got tired and just kicked you to the ground. Your consciousness wavered between fainting and trying to suppress the pain.
At some point the pain stopped and you knew that it was not only because they stopped kicking you and went away, but because you felt that you were close to death. It really was like most people said. The pain was gone for the moment and the good memories will flash in front of your eyes. Only that they weren't memories of your family, just the ones you shared with this beautiful pale stranger with the fedora.
You felt movement and someone was gently rocking you in their arms. "Drink this..." A bitter tear ran down your blemished face. You didn't want him to see you like this and yet you were overjoyed in your inner that he was the one to keep you company in your final minutes. You allowed yourself to nuzzle yourself to him or was it him who held you tighter? You couldn't tell "Y/n, drink that" This time the voice was more demanding, not allowing you to resist even as you lay dying.
With your last strength you drank what he gave you and the peaceful death you wished for was undone. Agony tortured you and you twitched in his arms, but he had been so strong that he still had no trouble holding you. Your fingers dug into his shoulder, leaving marks on his perfect jacket. You didn't know what was happening to you, but you knew there was a change and suddenly everything went black around you.
It's been some time, but it was relative for you anyway. You had become a different person. No longer a human, but you were a Demon now. And you became one of the Upper Moon Six after Gyutaro and Daki fell victim to the Demon Slayer Corps. But that wasn't the main cause. Muzan was fond of you and your strength and he regularly enriched you with his potent blood. He wanted to see you strong at his side and in his inner circle. But even so, you had shown an outstanding strength that put a smile on Muzan.
"Y/n..." His beguiling voice reached you as he brought you into the infinity castle.
"Yes, my lord..." Immediately you were on your knees to demonstrate your devotion. You didn't remember your previous life or how you came to 'death'. You knew you owed everything to him. And his voice was always something that caused a pleasant tingle in you. You knew you owed everything to him.
"Come here my beautiful." He gave you his hand and asked you to stand up. His cool hand stroked your cheek and an inner longing spread through you. If only he... You didn't finish the sentence in your head, his lips were on yours, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip while he looked down at you with his red plum eyes. "I thought I would show you how fond I am actually of you... My dear y/n" His fingers rested on your chin as he stole another kiss from you and even if it took you by surprise, you were not complaining as it was exactly what you always wished for.
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jinnis-stuff · 3 months
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HUMAN DAUGHTER OF MUZAN (Y/n) WHO DEVELOPED CLOSE RELATIONSHIP AND SPEND TIME WITH THE UPPER MOONS+RUI
Nakime Edition:
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In the middle of the night, (Y/n) Kibutsuji, a six-year-old human girl, woke up. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, then quietly slid open her bedroom door. She tiptoed down the hallway of the Infinity Castle, exploring the moonlit corridors with wide-eyed curiosity. The only sounds were the soft echoes of her little footsteps in the quiet night.
As she roamed the Infinite Castle's hallway, (Y/n) unexpectedly encountered a peculiar biwa-demon. Startled, the demon spoke, "What's the little princess doing here? Staying up for humans is bad, you know?"
Innocently, (Y/n) inquired, "Nakime-san, where's my papa?”
With a measured response, Nakime replied, "My apologies, but Muzan-sama is busy right now."
(Y/n) nestled into Nakime's comforting clothes, murmuring, "I had a nightmare... I can't sleep." Sensing the distress in the young girl, Nakime, who was seated nearby, invited her to sit beside. With a gentle nod, Nakime began to strum her biwa, creating a soothing melody that wrapped around (Y/n) like a protective cocoon in the quiet expanse of the Infinite Castle.
Leaning into Nakime, (Y/n) whispered, "It's pretty." The gentle strums of Nakime's biwa enveloped (Y/n) in a calming embrace. Slowly, with a sense of tranquility, (Y/n) closed her eyes, surrendering to the lullaby of the biwa, until the gentle melody guided her into a peaceful slumber.
Observing that (Y/n) had drifted into a deep slumber, Nakime continued to strum her biwa, utilizing her Blood Demon Art to transport both herself and the sleeping (Y/n) back to her bedroom. Gently laying (Y/n) in her bed, Nakime ensured the little girl was comfortable before settling down herself.
With a sense of dedication, Nakime resumed the soothing melody on her biwa. The gentle notes filled the room, creating an enchanting atmosphere that cocooned (Y/n) in a realm of undisturbed tranquility. Nakime, the biwa-demon, stood sentinel over the sleeping (Y/n), weaving a musical tapestry that guarded her dreams throughout the night.
Muzan entered the room, and Nakime paused her playing, bowing respectfully. Muzan, with a stern expression, inquired, "What happened here?"
Nakime, still bowing, reported, “(Y/n)-sama had a nightmare. I played my biwa to help her sleep, and then I transported us back to her room. She's resting peacefully now."
Muzan demanded, “Very well. You can leave now,”
Nakime nodded and exited the room silently, leaving Muzan alone with the sleeping (Y/n).
Muzan's gaze softened as he beheld his daughter, (Y/n), peacefully asleep. Approaching her with a tenderness rarely seen, he leaned down and placed a gentle peck on her forehead. A rare, genuine smile graced his lips as he observed the innocence that rested in the form of his slumbering child.
"Nakime-san, thank you for last night. I hope you'll do that again whenever I couldn't sleep," (Y/n) expressed with a sweet smile.
"Of course, little princess, I would be happy to do so. I will be here whenever you need a lullaby from the biwa. Please come and find me if you ever feel scared or troubled," Nakime replied, her voice carrying a reassuring warmth.
(Y/n) handed Nakime a ribbon. With delicate fingers, Nakime tied it around her hair. “This is lovely. Thank you," Nakime expressed her gratitude.
"It looks pretty on you," (Y/n) added, sealing the moment with a heartfelt compliment that echoed through the quiet chambers of the Infinite Castle. The exchange between the two, bound by an unusual connection, added a touch of warmth to the enigmatic atmosphere that surrounded them. 
From that day forward, Nakime became a constant source of comfort for (Y/n). Whenever sleep eluded her or tears threatened to fall, Nakime would skillfully pluck the strings of her biwa, weaving a gentle melody that cradled (Y/n)’s troubled heart. The soothing notes acted as a balm, calming the storms within the young girl and lulling her into a peaceful serenity. In the quiet moments of the Infinite Castle, the bond between (Y/n) and Nakime grew stronger, their connection a testament to the healing power of music and the unexpected friendships that can blossom in the most mysterious of places.
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lovelywritinglady · 9 months
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Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!Albino!reader
Douma has been keeping you away from Muzan. He soon finds out and requests an both of you into the mansion. Because what demon wouldn’t be intrigued by a human that is sensitive to the sun. Angst, fluff. Reader is albino and therefore has the characteristics of albanism. Muzan is most likely out of character. This was a requested fic, however the original post kept deleting itself so I needed to scrap it and make a new one. Thanks to @cursetopia for requesting this it was interesting to write.
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The room as cold and darkly lit as the only light was from a single candle on the far side of the room. Not that I minded absence of light as the sun was nearly umberable. I sat on my bed that master Douma provided me after "good behavior" or whatever that means. I can't leave or he'll kill me and my family and I can't risk that. How I long to see them, despite my apprearence they never hated me like the other villagers did. All they ever did was show me love. I curse the day that I was born. I stuck out everywhere, so its really no surprise that I was captured. In truth I hated myself and I despiretly wished I was normal because at least I'd have the chance at a regular life instead of being held captive by a demon.
The candle suddenly went out as I felt the room get even colder than before and I knew that he was here. His breath tickled the back of my skin and despite him randomly coming into my room, I forgot how to breathe.
"Ah you still get nervous when I see you, such a cute pet." He cooed that caused me to shudder internally. "You get to out today. My master wants to meet you." Douma spoke with annoyance
"Why?" I asked quietly
"You should know this by now, we demons are quite fond of humans that cannot be in the sun. Its almost like you're a demon yourself. Plus, your complextion is quite rare indeed. You're like a precious artifact." He cooed picking me up bridal style. I then suddenly found myself in a very large well lit room that seemed to go every which way. I was in awe as master Douma had never taken me to this place before.
"So this is the rare human that you have been keeping from me Douma?" A voice boomed overhead. I quickly shot my head up to see who this voice belonged to only to be met with gleaming pink-red eyes, that were somewhat similar to mine.
"Yes, my Lord Muzan this is her. Isn't she just ravishing, such a rare gem ought to be owned only by demons, don't you think?" My master cooed taking a strand of my snowy hair between his fingers. "She is my favorite pet." My master boasted.
"Tell me girl, how does the sun feel to you?" He questioned
"My Lord, the sun has always hurt my skin and I find it harder to see during the day." I spoke honestly and as respectfully as I could in a situation as nerve racking as this one. He nodded quietly and looked as though he was pondering something.
"She will come with me." Lord Muzan ordered suddenly.
"My Lord I have been taking care of this human for many years now, so she belongs to me." Master Douma spat. Muzan, without warning, then sent my masters head flying and I gasped at his speed and strength.
"Consider this payment for being an utter failure to me. I should kill you, but one of the upper moons was just killed recently, so I will be sparing you just this once." Lord Muzan demanded. Just as quick as it was gone, master Douma's head was now replace with a new one.
"Yes, My Lord." Douma bowed in defeat. He looked in my eyes and for the first time I noticed utter fear and hatred laced in them. I that look was not for me, but for the man that he called 'Lord.'
"Come girl." He ordered tunring from me and walking who-knows-where. I said nothing and followed knowing full well that if I did not, I might end up like master Douma, only I could not grow another head.
The sound of strumming vibrated the room and I felt the ground beneath me shift from up under my feet. As quick as a breath, I found myself standing in a semi well lit room that smelled like lavender and cherry blossoms. It was a rather large room with four doors, a large bed, bookcases filled with books, and decorated in many different fresh flowers. The room master Douma provided me was small and cold and most nights I had to bundle myself up just to feel an ounce of warmth. However, this room was engulfed with warmth, but not too much that the heat was overpowering. I looked upon the room freely until once more Lord Muzan was right in front of me and I found myself looking into similar colored eyes once more.
"This is where you will be staying from now on. If you should need anything on of the maids will see to it. If they can't, then your needs will be met by me. The room is connected to a house that you are free to wonder in. However, if you wish to go outside you must tell one of the maid that you are doing so. I will allow you to also see your family three times a year to keep you happy. They will also be kept safe as well." Lord Muzan spoke calmly
"Thank you, My Lord!" I nearly exclaimed at the thought of seeing my family again. "Forgive the question, but why have you gone to so much trouble?" I asked cringing at the fact that I even asked him this.
"I am not overly fond of anyone questioning me, but considering your situation I will allow it just once. Do you understand?" He quickly spat and I nodded my head showing my understanding as my words failed me. "You are here because you are a human worthy of life. Your unnatural hair is similar to that of a demons. As is your skin that is pale and lifeless yet beautiful. And your eyes that share a similar shade to mine, make you worthy of life and my protection. You, girl, are the very definition of a rarity and something that must be protected from humans and demons alike." Lord Muzan procalaimed stepping closer to me with a look in his eyes that I couldn't understand. I could feel his breath hit my face and I felt small as he towered over me. I was shocked to say the least as no one has ever truly told me I was worthy of life, not even master Douma. I slightly winced at the realization that other humans were trash to him, but I can't argue with him or else I would most likely suffer. "I must go now, there are things that I must attend to." Muzan spoke and just as quick as I met him, he was gone.
I let go a shaky breath that I was holding and walked over to the bed. Throwing myself on it I sighed in contentment to how soft it was. The room was comfortable to say the least, but now my situation was worse than before. I was being held hostage by Lord Muzan himself, but my tiredness washed away the feeling of panic. As did my relization that I would indeed be taken care of, but for how long. My eyes grew heavy and soon enough I closed my eyes and drifted off into the best sleep that I had gotten in years with thoughts of the man with similar eyes to mine.
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