#muzan x you

[flametrashiraarchive]

Can I request n/sfw headcanons for muzan x non violent demon reader?

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YES YES YES

Okay so you know this got my cogs turning and it ended up being more of a short story instead of headcanons lol. And yeah, I went with the idea of the reader being a demon who can draw strength from Muzan in... other ways 😏

Also this was an excellent excuse for me to write a "Muzan losing his composure and coming completely undone" fic so thank you thank you thank you 🛐

I hope you like it!

NSFW under the cut!

Succor - Muzan x Reader

(Non-violent demon reader, GN!Reader)

You were a curiosity. Another demon who did not consume human flesh– only the third such demon Muzan had heard of in a thousand years, and the only one of those three who wasn't actively revolting against him.

However, the thought did occur to him to simply dispose of you. You were defective after all, still clinging to your humanity. And you were weak too; slowly starving. 

Muzan had no use for you… and yet… and yet…

Perhaps it was simple morbid curiosity, or perhaps it was the wasted potential he saw in you. Before he transformed you into a demon you were beautiful, but once imbued with his strength and blood, you were divine… magnificent. And you were frittering that gift away.

"Explain yourself to me," he said as you knelt before him, barely clinging to your senses while he sat, poised and elegant as ever. "Why are you suffering like this for the sake of mortals? Why do you refuse to consume humans?"

"It's repulsive," you answered. He could hear the weakness in your voice even as you stared defiantly back at him.

The only blood you had ever consumed was Muzan's at the moment of your creation, and your body seemed to recognize that. The hunger in your eyes was palpable. It thrummed in the air between you. Your survival depended on getting more of it. You craved it.

Your stubbornness was obvious too, and if the past thousand years had taught him anything it was that minds like yours could not be changed with violence and threats. No, he had to win you over gently. He would have to love you into becoming the monster he needed. He would adore you into submission.

He leaned forward in his seat and placed two fingers beneath your chin, tilting your face toward him. "You would be a very special demon if you would only feed."

Oh, your hunger was dizzying. You were fighting so hard to retain your composure. He slowly dragged his thumb across your lower lip, relishing the way your eyes closed in response to his touch.

You were lovely, despite your defects. 

"Eat," he said, his lips so close to yours he could feel the warmth of your breath on his skin. "Please. I do not wish to see you fade away."

He placed a tender kiss on your lips, and another and another. You were so fragile, so drained.

Then something in you switched.

His eyes widened as you suddenly gripped the back of his head, pulling him to you with a ferocity he did not think you were capable of. 

Overpowering you still would have been easy; as simple as swatting away a gnat. But this sudden burst of strength was intriguing. You kissed him deeper and deeper, your tongue easing past his lips as a soft, satisfied moan emerged from you.

Something twinged, low in Muzan's belly. It had been centuries since he felt anything akin to desire, but you were seemingly intent on unraveling him. With every passing second your passion blazed hotter… and your strength was growing. 

Your fingers clung to him with an iron grip, as if your very survival hinged on his kiss. His crimson eyes widened once more as the realization hit him– you were in fact drawing strength from kissing him. It seemed his saliva had the same effect on your demonic body as his blood. 

He kissed you deeper still, intrigued and excited by your newfound vigor. After a thousand years of living, Muzan had assumed he had seen everything, but there you were, proving him wrong. You were so greedy for it too, your kisses so passionate and hungry they made the world tilt a little. 

He pulled back to examine you. "My dear, I–"

His breath caught in his throat as your hands went straight to the fastening of his trousers. Your eyes were near black with primal hunger as you pulled out his semi-hard cock. You wrapped your lips around it without hesitation and began to suck his tip. 

"Ohh~" Muzan choked out, gripping the sides of the seat as your tongue swirled around the head of his dick and teased his slit. 

It didn't take long for him to go from semi-hard to achingly erect. The power you wielded over his body, his helpless involuntary reaction; it was humiliating. And yet he did nothing to stop you. His breaths shivered out of him as he fought with everything he had not to buck his hips up into your mouth so you would take him all.

"How… dare… y– nghh…" his back arched as you palmed his balls, and wrapped your other hand around the base of his cock, milking him with that same hunger you had while kissing him. 

Oh gods, that was it, wasn't it? You wanted his seed, you needed it to sustain your continued perverse existence. You would not consume human flesh but you would draw power from him instead.

"You filthy little thing," he whispered through gritted teeth as you lapped up each bead of precum dripping from his cock. 

Your eyes were no longer lifeless; they glittered with vitality. 

Muzan's thighs trembled as your lips slid up and down his shaft , taking him to the very back of your throat, licking and sucking like the greedy degenerate you were. 

The wooden arm rests of the seat creaked and splintered beneath Muzan's fingers as he squeezed them, gasping as the pressure in his core became unbearable and he drew closer and closer to release.

"You want it, don't you… hm? Ohh, yes, you want my cum. I'm going… I'm going to give it… to… y–" He gasped for air, shattering the arm rest entirely. "Ohhh… ffffuck…"

He came undone, deep, guttural cries emerging from him as you swallowed his spend with fervor until he was sure he had nothing left. 

And then you kept on sucking. 

"M-more…" you growled as you continued to lap at his overstimulated cock, pressing your hand to his belly and holding him down.

His hand darted up to the wall above his head with such force the wood shattered beneath his palm as he released a choked cry. Gods, what were you other than his undoing? The pathetic, broken sounds of his whimpers enraged him but he would not stop you.

Heat prickled across his entire body. His face was flushed and gleaming with a fine mist of sweat which only added to his humiliation.  All that strength and power, yet he was helpless as you sucked his cock. 

"Damn you, damn you…hhhgh…"

His second orgasm tore through him like a beast with its claws drawn. Your greedy mouth claimed him entirely, swallowing down every drop of his essence as he came again. 

"Ohh Gods… oh Gods you filthy wretch…" his body shuddered as his pleasure waned and you finally ceased your sucking. 

Still, you gazed at him and audaciously lapped his tip, ensuring you'd got every last drop. And when you were finally satisfied you sat back, as a contented smile spread across your lips. 

Muzan took your face between his hands and inspected you. Your eyes were burning with vitality. Your skin was flushed and warm. You were rejuvenated completely, as if you had consumed a hundred mortal souls.

Your beauty and power were unlike anything he had ever seen. Such a curiosity.

"Fascinating," he whispered as his pulse slowly returned to normal. "Yes, I think I'll keep you here with me."

Further study was most definitely required. 

#muzan kibutsuji #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #lord muzan #muzan x y/n #muzan x you #muzan x reader #kny muzan #demon slayer muzan #muzan smut #muzan kny #dom!reader #sub!muzan

[doumadono]

Upper Moons & Muzan in heat - headcanons

Warnings: fem!reader, some extra short smut, suggestive content Synopsis: If Muzan and the Upper Moons were in heat, how would they behave? Requested by: @within-eyesight ♥

MASTERLIST

Muzan

When Muzan Kibutsuji, the progenitor of demons, enters his heat, his desires become insatiable. Known for his pride and desire for control, Muzan prefers to initiate spicy time by seducing his chosen partner, whether it's a demon or a human. He uses his supernatural charm and allure to captivate them completely. Muzan's approach is subtle yet forceful, employing a mix of his demon powers and charismatic personality to bring his partner under his spell. Once he has them fully enraptured, Muzan revels in dominating them completely, pushing their limits and indulging in their darkest fantasies.

​Kibutsuji, his eyes glowing crimson, leans in close to you, a human whose heart races in both fear and anticipation. He runs a slender finger along their trembling jawline, relishing the way your breath hitches in response. "Oh, my dear, you have no idea how desperately I crave you. Your every breath, your every moan will be mine to savor. Surrender yourself to me, and I promise to show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams." His voice drips with a potent mixture of desire and command, sending shivers down your spine. Muzan's predatory gaze never wavers as he slowly traces a trail of delicate kisses along your neck, his lips brushing against your skin like velvet.

You remain unaware of the exact moment when and how Muzan overpowers you, pinning you forcefully to the wooden floor of his chamber. His immense weight presses down upon you relentlessly as he thrusts his cock back and forth, filling the room with the sounds of his deep grunts and your subdued whimpers. Desperately, you clutch onto his shoulders, clinging for dear life.

Douma

Douma, the Upper Moon Two, has a reputation for his sadistic and playful nature. When he experiences his heat, he becomes even more mischievous and unpredictable. Douma initiates spicy time by luring his desired partner into a twisted game of cat and mouse. He enjoys toying with their emotions, tantalizing them with hints of pleasure while also teasing and tormenting them. Douma's approach is characterized by a constant push-and-pull dynamic, alternating between intense moments of passion and sudden withdrawal. He thrives on the thrill of the chase and the element of surprise, making the experience an exhilarating rollercoaster ride for both himself and his partner.

​Douma smirks devilishly, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he toys with you, a mere human being who struggles to resist his charm. He teases you with a sultry laugh, his voice tinged with anticipation. "Oh, my sweet little plaything, you can try to run, but we both know you'll come crawling back for more. The game has just begun, and I can't wait to see how long you can withstand my insatiable appetite." His voice carries a seductive lilt as he closes the distance between you, his fingers dancing along your exposed skin of your shoulders with featherlight touches. Douma revels in the power he holds over you, your reactions fueling his insatiable desire for control.

With both legs positioned against his wide shoulders and your head tilted back, you express audible pleasure by moaning and screaming his name with every forceful motion Douma delivers, intensifying as he penetrates you deeper due to the angle, his sturdy grip caressing your breasts as he pounds into you with full force.

Akaza

Akaza, also known as Upper Moon Three, is a relentless and fierce warrior. During his heat, his primal instincts take over, intensifying his already formidable strength. Akaza initiates spicy time by engaging in combat-like foreplay, combining his martial arts prowess with his desire for dominance. He enjoys testing his partner's resilience and stamina, pushing them to their limits physically and emotionally. Akaza revels in the raw power and passion of the experience, seeking to establish his dominance over his partner. However, beneath his aggressive exterior, Akaza also craves a genuine connection, albeit in a somewhat twisted and possessive manner.

​Akaza, his eyes burning with a primal fire, circles you, a brave human who stands your ground despite your trembling, trying to fight him. His voice carries a hint of aggression, mingled with desire. "You dare to challenge me? Your strength is admirable, but it's your resolve that entices me. Let's see how long you can endure my touch, how long you can withstand the overwhelming heat that consumes us both." His deep voice resonates with a mixture of dominance and longing as he closes the distance between you, his powerful aura enveloping you. Akaza's touch is both demanding and tender, leaving a trail of heat in its wake as he explores your body with possessive determination.

Soon, you're riding him, feeling the touch of his calloused hands on the curves of your waist, urging you to quicken your pace with each movement of your hips. Akaza's head tilts backward as he endeavors to enhance the pleasure, meeting your rhythm by thrusting his own hips into you, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with each push.

Kokushibo

Kokushibo, the Upper Moon One, embodies elegance and refinement. During his heat, his typically composed demeanor becomes more intense and passionate. Kokushibo initiates spicy time by creating an atmosphere of elegance and sensuality. He engages in elaborate rituals and ceremonies, drawing inspiration from traditional Japanese aesthetics. Kokushibo's approach is marked by grace and precision, focusing on the art of pleasure and the exploration of his partner's senses. He values the harmony of body and soul, seeking to transcend the physical realm through a deep connection with his chosen partner. Kokushibo's desires are a delicate balance of refinement and primal urges.

​Kokushibo, his dark hair cascading around him like a waterfall, gazes into the eyes of yours, a human filled with a mix of curiosity and nervousness after meeting Upper Rank One for the very first time. He speaks softly, his voice resonating with elegance. "Ah, my dearest child, let us transcend the boundaries of pleasure. Through artful touch and sacred connection, we shall discover depths of ecstasy beyond mortal comprehension. Allow me to guide you on this exquisite journey of the senses. Trust me." His words hold a poetic quality, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom and desires. Kokushibo's movements are graceful as he traces intricate patterns along your skin, every touch deliberate and filled with reverence. He revels in the symphony of your desires, seeking to create an experience that blends the physical and spiritual realms.

You find yourself on all fours, feeling the weight of Kokushibo's strong hand pressing your head firmly against the mattress as he thrusts into you with an intense, primal rhythm, his grip tight on your hip as your plump ass jigles with each of his thrusts. You can't help but anticipate the bruises that will surely adorn your hips tomorrow.

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[flametrashira]

Muzan vs No Nut November

Muzan x f!reader. Approx 500 words. NSFW.

“How utterly pathetic,” Muzan sighs, jotting down a note in his journal. “Every day my fondness toward you stills my hand from wiping your species from the face of the planet, yet every day you feed that urge with new information of human degeneracy.”

You can’t help but laugh despite the fact that he isn’t joking, not even one little bit. “It’s not that serious, love. It’s just for fun.”

“That people can’t even go a single month without giving into their primal urges—”

You try to hide your smirk by yawning as you recline on the chaise in his study. For a time you pretend to be interested in the architecture of the infinity fortress, watching the ceiling shift above you. And suddenly a wicked—and possibly stupid—idea comes to you. After all, you do love fucking the demon king, but you’re also curious… and a little sadistic. “Do you think you could do it then?”

Muzan’s eyes narrow. He’s intelligent beyond belief, but you know how to play him like a shamisen. “Of course I could do it. Do you really think yourself so tempting that I couldn’t abstain from you for a month?”

“Not just me,” you say. “It’s called No Nut November, not No Sex November. You can’t climax at all. No sex, no jerking off, not even wet dreams.”

A muscle in his cheek throbs as his jaw tightens. “I will do it, if only to prove to you how utterly foolish this tradition is. I will conquer No Nut November and laugh as you beg for me.”

He lasts four days.

Four days before he’s on his knees with his face buried in your pussy, furiously pumping his neglected cock in his fist. Muzan’s wanton cries and fractured moans fill the room as he circles your clit with his tongue.

“I will not be denied,” he growls, each syllable sending a puff of warm air over your slick flesh before he dives back in.

And when Muzan goes down on you he isn’t proper or composed about it. The demon king is a beast, his carmine eyes wild and feral, his tongue voracious, uncouth slurps and moans accompanying your panting breaths.

Your fingernails leave crescents in his shoulders as you hold on to him, legs trembling. The frantic rhythm of his fist jerking his cock matches beat of your heart.

When he climaxes he releases a choked cry against your pussy, spilling his cum into his palm before smearing it on your cunt so he can lick it back off. He simply loves his own taste. And he loves that he makes you come undone, moans when your thighs clamp around his head and you gasp his name.

When your eyes meet in the aftermath, his pupils are little more than narrow slits. “It’s a pathetic challenge,” he grumbles, pointedly stuffing his still-hard cock into his pants. “Utterly senseless.”

#kny muzan #kibutsuji muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #muzan x y/n #muzan x you #Muzan x F!reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan kibutsuji x you #kibutsuji kny #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan #kimestu no yaiba #demon slayer #muzan smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut #KNY

[pfpanimes]

⌕ kimetsu no yaiba - ep 55 • muzan.

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[married-to-google-translater]

How do you think muzan would react to an Uppermoon that has the most random, laughable and confusing thoughts while meetings? Like he'll be reading their mind trying to stay serious and not start to laugh. What makes it even better is that you always look so serious.

Muzan Kibutsuji

I honestly don't know which is scarier... What you think or Muzan's laugh.

Okay, you're probably really powerful.

Because otherwise Muza would find you mostly annoying.

He wants to maintain his fearsome reputation.

Or at least he pretends you're annoying.

Muzan's sense of humor would surely be twisted in some way.

Gyokko is his favorite upper moon so it can't be normal...

Muzan would have been annoyed the first few times.

He really wouldn't have been able to prepare for something like this.

Couldn't you concentrate for a moment and think of something useful?

No you can't lol.

Muzan doesn't really read your mind in public very often anymore.

But you notice that sometimes you are alone in his company.

You are the only one who sees Muza laughing.

You should be careful about this.

Otherwise, your life will be surprisingly short.

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[kalinysu]

💮 Hello, I was wondering if you could do a muzan × reader where they're married, so he's the demon king and she's the queen, and they have been together way before he was a demon, so he turned her. She's also pregnant, and he won't allow her to go on missions anymore. I would like to know if he would keep her by his side or would he lock her in her room. She can also walk in the sun. Please take your time. 💮

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏. — Muzan x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gentle Muzan with slightly harsh words, stubborn reader.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Very cute request! I’ve never written for Muzan and a pregnant wife, so it should be fun. Might rewrite, this was a little lazy 😭

“Darling, please lay down.” Muzan said with a sigh. You two had been going back and forth all night, and you were keeping him quite busy, busy enough to the point he had to ignore his other tasks and focus on you in the moment. “Stop!! Don’t you have any missions for me to do?— I mean, I can’t just lay here for 8 months straight.” You said, trying to sit up and get out of bed.

Muzan kept you away from the other demons, well more specifically Douma. He was far too handsy with you even if you were of a higher status and deserved just as much respect as Muzan. He preferred keeping you locked inside of his room when he couldn’t have you near him, such as when he worked on experiments or had meetings with the ranks. You were too distracting and required every of his attention, which he was willing to give when you two were alone and he wasn’t busy.

“Woman. Lay down, now.” Muzan said, furrowing his brow a bit. His hands were placed on your shoulders, occasionally switching to your waist, trying to be as gentle as possible with you even if his words weren’t. He let out a exhausted sigh, getting into bed with you. He then wrapped his arms around you, holding you just firm enough so you couldn’t get up from the bed. “Missions—“ You said, still trying to free yourself from his grasps. “Darling, I’ve made it clear that i’m not letting you go on any missions while your pregnant, go to sleep.” He said. He was right, besides, you hadn’t slept in days, but you wanted to do something, anything but be in this room.

“Let go—stop it! Stop!”

Muzan eventually had to lock you up inside of your room, not allowing you out at all. He had practically began to neglect you after the first few days of staying by your side. He did bring you human flesh to eat sometimes, and spend short amounts of time with you before going back to his work. If you got into too much trouble while on your own, he’d have Kokushibo or Akaza watch you. And they watched you like a hawk. They treated you as if you were a human, and any minor injury would be treated majorly.

Muzan wanted to be near you, but he just had too much to do. Today though,Muzan had come to check on you while you were asleep. But when you heard the door open, you forced yourself awake. You felt Muzan pull the blankets over your body completely, before placing a hand on your shoulder. “Muzan..?” You mumbled, turning over to look up at him. He gave you a small smile, before getting into bed beside you. “Upper 1 told me you were crying today. What’s wrong?” He asked, and you could barely believe it. You were about to slap him, but he had caught your wrist. He was just about to lecture and scold you, but you had burst out into tears before he could.

He didn’t know that this was also just your hormones affecting your mood, and thought you were just sad. “Darling, come here.” He said, sitting the both of you up and pulling you closer, allowing you to cry into his chest. “Y-you barely ever stay with me anymore!!” You sobbed, gripping his shirt. “My love, you know I have things to do..” He said, gently stroking your head. He was being honest, but there was another reason. He wasn’t sure how to take care of someone he actually cared for who was pregnant, so he resorted to locking you away to keep you safe and away from others.

“My apologies. I’ll take you with me from now on, how’s that sound, hm?” He asked with a smile when you finally calmed down a bit, tilting your head up to look at him. You sniffled, before nodding, wiping away your tears.

#demon slayer #kny #muzan #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan x y/n #muzan x reader #muzan x you

[o3o-aya]

Hiii! I haven’t seen this scenario yet before for Muzan so what about Muzan with an s/o who refuses to take medicine when they’re sick.

I’m making it short and sweet 🥹🫶

“Take it.”

“No! It’s gross just like your hat.” You replied to him as you looked away and rolled your eyes.

Muzan’s eyes twitched in annoyance as he looked at you.

How were you going to get better if you didn’t take the medicine?!

Muzan sighed before he looked at your pouting face, he was sick once.

He was sick, he took all the medicine he could.

And here you were, refusing to take it.

He needed you to get better!

You started out a fake wife, someone to help him cover and hide from the demon slayers.

But…

He couldn’t help but fall for you.

Your smile was perfect, everything about you.

From to your laugh to the silly way you walked.

And he couldn’t just… Lose you…

“Take it.” Muzan said to her as he stroked your hair,

You couldn’t resist when he did that, looking up at him before you opened your mouth.

He let out a sigh before he placed the medicine in your mouth.

“Swallow.” He commanded as he narrowed his eyes at you.

You slowly swallowed before he forced your mouth open and placed his thumb in your mouth.

“You swallowed… Good.” He muttered.

You knew what you were doing when you got better…

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #muzan x y/n #muzan kibutsuji #kny muzan #muzan imagine #muzan x you #muzan jackson #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan kny #muzan smut #muzan #muzan x reader #yandere muzan #demon slayer muzan #muzan headcanons #kimetsu muzan #muzan demon slayer

[tojifile]

Kibutsuji Muzan: Reincarnation

You're back..

Genre: Romance // Muzan x oiran!reader

⚠️: prostitute!reader, suggestive, kidnapping, not fully consensual

A/N: My first non-bsd fanfic !! I'm super happy about it, I read about an oiran and the differences in social classes at 12AM, it was like reviewing for my history class again. It was a lot of late-night reading so if there's misinformation please inform me immediately !!

INSPO: pinejayy

It was a well-lit and busy night, as it always was in the entertainment district. Little did everybody know the demon king—Kibutsuji Muzan was in their midst, walking along the streets, blending in with the loud crowd.

An procession was about to start, all eyes would be on the oiran—dragging her geta on the ground as she walked. The oiran on this particular night was none other than, you. Your scent was immediately picked up by Muzan. It was the same scent he had grown to love, from the person he had lost to time.

His interest was piqued the moment he picked up your scent. His gaze traveled far, trying to find the source of the scent. His gaze then landed on you, he watched you as you walked with such grace, you were as beautiful as the day he lost you.

Muzan lost you through the inevitable disease called time. You weren't willing to become a demon—instead, you promised him that you would find eachother in each lifetime and it will all end the same, with you in his arms.

You were given the name 'Minori' by the oiran who took you in as a child, starving in the unforgiving world of class and power. As an oiran you were known to be quite finicky. Although an oiran did have the right to choose who they would lay with, you were known for having not slept with anyone ever since you rose to your rank. Many men tried wooing you with their "looks" and "charm" but in the end you deem none of the worthy.

You were intelligent, beautiful, and skilled in various languages and arts. You were also a dear friend of Koinatsu, one of the most revered oiran in the Yoshiwara District. Muzan had heard about Minori before, from mundane gossip to papers of advertisement. He just didn't expect it to actually be you.

After seeing you walk, he spoke to Daki. He had released an order to his demons that you weren't allowed to be killed—instead, you had to be protected. Anyone who had protested against Muzan's order was immediately killed, without another word from their lifeless lips.

You had just gone back from the procession, you were quietly fixing up in your room, filling it with your presence. It was neither sweet nor destructive, it was just you. You were sitting in front of the mirror, fixing your hair until you saw a man appear behind you—you immediately stood up and looked back in fear.

Suddenly the room went dark, you couldn't see a thing. You then felt an eerie presence behind you—it was Muzan. He gently grabbed you from behind, by the waist and pulled you closer to him. "You're back.." he whispered in your ear.

It was strange, the man's touch was cold and his breath wasn't even slightly warm. Your body tensed up, "b- back..?." you nervously asked "Y/N.. I thought I'd never see you again.." he mumbled softly while one hand was secured on your waist, preventing further problems and the other hand lifting your chin to one side, granting him access to your neck.

'Y/N? Who was he talking about? I don't even know anyone named Y/N, maybe this was a new thing with men, maybe roleplay is quite popular nowadays, is this just a drunkard that wandered in my room?!' were the thoughts that ran into your head. You were too afraid to move, you didn't know what wrath would be brought down on you if you disobey.

Chomp he bit your neck, his fangs sunk into your neck, blood trickled down your skin, staining your carefully crafted kimono. You felt a sharp pain in your neck, you felt the blood trickling down your skin as well. He removed his teeth from your skin, letting the blood flow down.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he stopped biting you, he turned you to him and wiped your tears away with his thumbs, a soft smile could be seen on his face. "Oh Y/N.. you used to love my bites.." he spoke with a sweet tone. You reached up for his hands "Who are you.. please stop.." You muttered, your fear was clear, you were trembling slightly as you held the back of his hands tightly. This made him angry, his grasp on you tightened and the soft smile on his face was replaced by an angry scowl.

He wasn't letting you go this time. You were going to live with him forever, he couldn't abide by your wishes. He needed you by his side, he wasn't going to play by the rules set by time and destiny.

You whimpered softly as he tightened his grip. His hands travelled back to your waist, pulling you in. You haven't fully grasped the events of the night. It was all too much.. how could he bite you like that? Who was Y/N? You looked at him through your tear-filled eyes and held onto his chest. "P- please.." you mumbled.

Muzan wasn't going to listen to reason, he let you have some of his blood to ensure that you'd stay with him forever. You were now a demon at his mercy. Although you didn't suffer the same curse the other demons did. Muzan wanted to hear you say his name, after not hearing it for centuries, he needed to hear it now.

You grasped his arms tightly as you felt yourself transform from a human to a demon. You felt your fangs and your desire for blood growing. You were still clearly competent but your body grew weaker due to the high concentration of his blood. Muzan picked you up, making sure you wouldn't be able to escape. "It doesn't matter if you don't remember me, in time you'll learn to love me again." He spoke with a cold tone. He then disappeared into the night sky with you in his arms.

Spontaneous post: 07/03/23 02:25AM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

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[muzansfangs]

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💀❤️

#muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan headcanons #muzan x reader #muzan x you #muzan x y/n #muzan smut #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic

[tonixe]

♱♱♱ "Beginning and the end" ♱♱♱

n.o.t.e.s - MUZAN LOOKS SO GOOD WHEN HE'S DERANGED, LIKE SLUT ME OUT!??!

w.a.r.n - smut, p in the v, creampie, raw dogging, unprotected intercourse.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Muzan x fem!reader

w.c. - 1.18k

The rain droplets over the roof. A storm was occurring; you sat beside Muzan in his sickly form. Dipping down a small towel in cold water and putting it on his forehead as you sat near him.

You were his fiancé to be soon married by him, but it couldn't be due to the state of his body. Your eyes couldn't help but produce tears from your eye, dripping down to your lap, as you stared at his miserable form. Feeling a cold hand brushing your cheek, "I hate it when you cry" Muzan muttered, you held his hand to your cheek as you tried to smile, but your lips faltered.

"I-i know," you whispered, looking at him, tears threatening to fall out, as you breathed in. "Just why do they have to be so cruel" your lips trembled, "Just why" you cried.

You took Muzan's hand off your cheek and gently placed it near the sides of his body. You looked at his him again, he was soon passed out, before you looked at the door opening up to one of the doctors assigned to Muzan.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. L/N," he said to you slightly bowing down to you, as you got up dusting off your kimono, you tilted your head at him and walked out of the room. Stepping down on the tatami floor, going outside, as the feeling of the cold dropping rain on your skin, staining your kimono, as you stepped backward underneath the roof.

Sitting down on the leveled floor, you back leaned on the pillar as you stared at the abyss of the sky. Your eyes soon closed as you slipped into slumber.

Before heard a loud thud on the ground, fully waking you as you ran almost tripping on the wet floor, as you quickly opened the door to Muzan's room, looking at him covered in blood standing for what you thought was the first time, his hand holding a butcher knife to the doctor head, that laid there collecting a pool of blood.

"M-muzan, what did you do" you whispered, covering your mouth in horror.

His mouth was still stained with a bright blue pigment on his lips, as he stood his ground without any help or distance at all. His pupil was formed like a cat and the color of crimson.

You stood there in silence before he dashed straight out you covering your mouth, as your eyes only stare at him with fear. You didn't know who he was anymore.

He looked at you straight through the eyes, your heavy breathing, making your heart pump faster. You looked at his nail that grew sharper than any sword you have seen before.

He soon took his hands off your mouth, cupping your cheeks, while tears threatened to slip out of your eyes, as you stared at him. Someone that once your lover, turns into a deranged animal right in front of you. You opened your mouth to say his name but were soon entrapped into a kiss with him.

Your pupils shake, from the sudden intimacy. Before closing your eyes leaning into the kiss.

Before he withdrew from our lips, staring into your own, as you looked at him bewildered by his appearance, "My precious, Y/N" He brushes your cheek, and his fingers brushed your lips.

"I'm no longer someone weak, not anymore" he whispered to you.

"M-muzan....you just murdered someone" You took his hand away from your face, as you backed away from his figure.

"Y/N, he was just a lowly doctor, who could do nothing but to bickered and give me nonsense creations of his medicine" he exclaimed, extending his hand to you.

You backed away more when he took a step away, your body melting with fear. "You're not someone who I used to love, your monster" you screamed out before dashing towards the door, before you could, muzan was right there.

His body leaning towards you, "Y/N, don't be like that" he spat, as he soon got annoyed by how you were acting.

"Get away from me" you lashed out.

You were too slow for a man not to catch up with you with his newfound abilities. He grabbed you, hid nails digging into you, as you winced in pain. "There is nothing to be afraid of," he said, trying to comfort you but you flinched away from his touch.

His eyebrows twitched, as he soon threw you down to the floor, and you yelped in pain.

You crawled away from him before getting pulled, his shadow creeping into yours. He kneels towards you. Before he looked at your figure on the ground as pieces of your kimono were off of your body, exposing your undergarments, "Muzan, please" you cried.

"Be gentle" you said.

His nails cut the thin pieces of fabric off your body, leaving your body bare. His eyes are hungrily staring at your naked body.

"Muzan, please promise me...if we do this, you'll stay with me " you begged, your lips trembling, you clasped his hand with your yours.

"From the beginning and end, my dear" he answered you with a kiss. He gently pried your legs open, his body between yours.

You closed your eyes, feeling his member sinking into your wall. As you registered the pain. You winced. His pace picked up, as he trusted you.

Every time he dragged himself out of you, plunging himself into you, you moaned in pain. Covering your hands to your eyes. His tempo frantic plunging into you, your body jolting from the tempo.

The pain simmering into pleasure, as he slides into you. As he held it down to your waist gripping it, his nail digging into drawing out blood.

"Shit" he groaned, as his animalistic thrust goes into you, pounding right into you. Your arms holding onto him, as he bit your collarbone, littering your body with love bites, the taste of blood going into his senses.

As his animalistic urges grew.

He dragged himself in and out of you repeatedly his pelvis brushed onto your own, and you moaned out. You felt a warm feeling growing in you, as you felt the core snap. A blow of heat washing through your body.

Your juices coating his dick, his thrust going in faster into you. Your breast jolts in the temp, bouncing with him.

The simple pleasure of making you hooked, feeling himself plunging himself into you. The room makes your body feel hot. You cocked your head away, releasing your arm from the grip.

His pace soon slowed down, and as his thrusts gets sloppier. His nail in denying further into your skin. Soon pouring himself into you, coating your walls white.

He groaned, his body leaning forward. Bruising your hip even more. You looked at his form through the tears on your thick lashes.

You're heavily breathing being heard, as you covered your sweating face.

Before he pulled out of your tired figure, you stare at him with sleepy eyes, "You did well, Y/N" he said, brushing the excess hair off of your forehead.

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[flametrashiraarchive]

muzan nsfw headcanons with endowed (booba, lol)! reader? i feel like he's wanna like... grope, tease, suck & be in between them bc they're warm.... and soft- XDD

*is summoned from her lair by the booba.*

Hell yeah! Big titties let's go! 

NSFW under the cut. 

Muzan- King of Demons, Enjoyer of Titties.

You never know when Muzan will show up at your home but it's always at night.

He's obviously not human but you're not exactly sure what he is. He just appears some times.

Always in a lousy mood; pupils just narrow slits in his blood red eyes, absolutely trembling with rage.

"Bad day?"

He never answers at first.

He picks you up, carries you over to the armchair by your fire, and sits, making you straddle his lap.

Get comfortable, you're going to be there for a while.

Depending on the severity of his bad mood, he'll either pull off your clothes or simply tear them off. You've learned to change out of your nice clothes before sundown.

"Why was I cursed to be surrounded by incompetence and ineptitude?"

His voice is deep and dark, and you know better than to answer (the one time you did he monologued about the pathetic nature of every being on earth for over an hour.)

The sooner he gets your tits in his face, the sooner he'll stop talking.

They're his favorite stress toys.

He holds them first, fascinated by the way they spill over, barely contained by his hands.

You are soft and warm, and in these times that's the only comfort he craves.

Upper moons disappoint him. Your tits, however, never do.

He latches on to your nipple, his tongue tracing the rim of your areola, spiraling toward the bud as his groan reverberates through your body.

He gropes the other with his hand, squeezing and caressing it with the tips of his sharp fingernails.

He'll do this for hours, just quietly ruminating and sucking on them. It's like a meditative state for him.

He doesn't care if you enjoy it or not. Your gasps and moans are just background noise. Your pleasure is not his goal.

If you cum from it, he won't even react. He just keeps going.

Although, if he's in a really bad mood he'll murmur something like "cease your pathetic mewling." Then get right back to sucking.

Sometimes he'll switch locations and take you to your bed. He'll lie down and have you sit, straddling his stomach, leaning over him with your hands braced on the headboard so your tits just hang over his face.

Sticks out his tongue and flicks your nipples with the tip of it before going back to sucking.

Likes when your nipples get all dark and swollen.

Growls

After hours of licking and sucking, he calms down and closes his eyes, his pretty dark eyelashes resting on his cheeks.

When he's done he just... vanishes, leaving you until next time.

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[doumadono]

The stalker - Muzan & Reader

Warnings: modern AU, non-con smut (partially), somnophilia, rough smut, reverse 69, choking, stalker!Muzan, p in v smut, stalking, dark themes Synopsis: living your ordinary life, little do you know that your every move is being silently and carefully watched by a man who has taken an interest in you. He is ready to do anything to claim you as his property Requested by: anonymous Wordcount: ~ 4.2k

MASTERLIST

It began with subtle occurrences, almost insignificant at first. Instances that didn't raise much concern or feel particularly peculiar. Doors that were once closed would be found ajar in the morning, leaving a lingering sense of doubt. You would wake up, finding yourself in a different position than the one you remember falling asleep in. Your dresser drawer, specifically the one where you kept your undergarments, would often be in disarray. And lately, upon awakening, you noticed your face dampened by traces of drool. Naturally, you attributed these incidents to exhaustion from juggling your college studies and late-night job, dismissing them as mundane.

However, as time progressed, unsettling events began to unfold. It was during one of those moments when you were seated on your bed in your underwear that unknown numbers flashed across your phone screen, accompanied by text messages that pierced through your sense of security. "You look so stunning."

Initially, you dismissed those messages, assuming they were mere notifications from your Instagram account sent to your phone. It seemed like an innocuous occurrence, easily brushed aside. At first, they arrived sporadically, appearing only once a month. Yet, as time passed, their frequency multiplied, transitioning to twice a month and now occurring nearly every other night. The content of these messages took a disturbing turn, growing increasingly specific and disquieting, causing a deep sense of unease to settle within you.

"Drive home safe." As you prepared to leave work, the unsettling message arrived once again, this time just as you were about to embark on your drive home. A wave of apprehension washed over you, causing you to remain seated in the empty parking lot, cautiously scanning your surroundings for any signs of a presence. To your relief, there were no other cars in sight, and your coworkers had long departed for their respective homes. Despite the fear creeping within you, you chose to delete the message, attributing it to a potential prank from one of your mischievous coworkers.

Driving home, you pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building. Stepping out of your car, an eerie sensation enveloped you, a nagging feeling that someone's eyes were fixated on your every move. Instinctively, you halted and swiftly turned, hoping to catch a glimpse of the observer. Yet, the scene that greeted you was one of silence and emptiness, devoid of any visible presence. Shaking off the unease, you attributed the disconcerting feeling to the stress accumulated from your demanding schedule of school and work. In an attempt to lighten the tension, you giggled softly, convincing yourself that it was all in your imagination, before resuming your stride towards the elevator.

Entering your apartment, a sense of relief washed over you as you finally arrived at the sanctuary of your own space. However, as you began to settle in, the disarray of your belongings caught your attention. The drawer where you kept your panties remained open, a chaotic mess within. Recollecting the hurriedness of your morning routine, you swiftly closed the drawer, intending to address the mess later. Shrugging off the unsettling occurrence, you proceeded to undress, casually discarding your clothes onto the floor, and made your way to the bathroom.

With the water running, you allowed your bath to fill, seeking solace in its soothing embrace. As you eased into the warmth, the events of the day lingered in your mind, a subtle reminder of the uncanny incidents that had unfolded. However, immersed in the tranquility of the moment, you hoped that the relaxing waters would wash away the lingering unease, allowing you to find respite from the disquieting experiences that had punctuated your day.

You sat there in the silence, your apartment's ambient sounds merging with the gentle subsiding of the water in your bath. The soothing warmth caressed your tired body, lulling you into a state of drowsiness. Yielding to the tranquility, you closed your eyes, surrendering to relaxation. However, amidst the peacefulness, a distinct sound reached your ears — footsteps, unmistakably within the confines of your own apartment.

Startled, you swiftly sat up, instinctively crossing your arms to cover your breasts, and voiced your presence aloud, "Hello?!" The silence that followed offered no response, but the mysterious footsteps ceased their approach. Shaking your head, you muttered to yourself in a hushed tone, "Stupid. It's probably your neighbor's kids running down the hall again." Dismissing the unease that had momentarily enveloped you, you carried on with your bath, eventually finishing and stepping out of the water. As the last remnants drained away, you turned around, enveloping yourself and your damp hair in towels.

Leaving the bathroom, you made your way to the bedroom and settled onto your bed. Glancing at your phone, you noticed a new message and tapped to read it. "Your laugh is so cute." The words on the screen caught your attention, evoking a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty, as a flicker of discomfort ran through you. You stared at the message wide-eyed, your mind racing with uncertainty about its meaning. Did it imply that someone had overheard your laughter at work? Were they possibly a classmate? Or perhaps they had been lurking in the parking garage earlier. The weight of the unknown hung heavy upon you, prompting you to abruptly jump out of bed and hastily make your way to the front door.

With a sense of trepidation, you peered through the peephole, scanning the dimly lit hallway as best as you could. No signs of anyone in sight — no figures walking past, no individuals lingering outside. You double-checked the locks on your door, giving it a forceful tug to ensure its secure fastening. Satisfied that the entrance was indeed locked, you made your way back into your room, feeling a slight relief wash over you.

Preparing for bed, you attended to your nightly routine, diligently drying your hair, brushing it out, cleansing your face, and meticulously brushing your teeth. Slipping into your favorite sleepwear — a loosely buttoned plaid shirt sans a bra, accompanied by a pair of comfortable white panties — you settled down in bed. Glancing at your phone one last time before your heavy eyelids succumbed to sleep, you reasoned that the bath you had taken earlier had taken its toll on your fatigue, compounded by the arduous efforts you had put into your work.

Unbeknownst to you, the sounds of your bedroom door opening and the soft, calculated footsteps approaching your bedside went unnoticed, concealed beneath the veil of your slumber. Standing above you was a figure, their countenance obscured by a black ski mask, their hands adorned with black latex gloves. Clad in a black short-sleeved shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and black boots, they silently observed your peaceful rest, their breathing growing increasingly labored. Then, with measured steps, they retreated, briefly illuminating the bathroom light to obtain a clearer view of your form as you slept.

The light from the bathroom was just enough for him to see, but not bright enough to wake you up. Muzan walked back over beside your bed and reached down for your blanket. Gently pulling it up and off of you, so Muzan could see you. He stood there and looked you up and down; he grabbed the growing bulge in his pants and gave it a squeeze. Muzan stared at your nearly naked body and noticed your unbuttoned shirt, he slowly reached down and gently pulled your shirt up till it fell to the side.

He saw that you had decided not to wear a bra tonight and decided to be a little bold. Reaching down, Muzan cupped your breast in his large hand. The black-haire man gently squeezed, which caused you to stir, freezing him in place. As you started to settle, Muzan squeezed and rubbed your breast more and more. Noticing your nipple starting to get hard, Muzan pinched it between his fingers and gently started to pull. This got more of a reaction out of you as you let out a tiny moan before stirring once again.

He pulled his hand away and stepped back, undoing his belt, unzipping his pants, and reaching into them as he pulled out his cock. Gripping his cock in his hand, Muzan started to stroke himself, grunting quietly as he watched over you. As precum oozed out the tip of his cock, it covered his hand and smeared his cock as Muzan rubbed it up and down. Muzan stepped forward and put one knee on the bed, positioning himself over you. Muzan stroked himself over your chest, grunting and groaning silently as he reached his climax. Unable to stop himself, he started shooting thick, hot ropes of cum onto your chest.

This didn't wake you up, and this made him smile and made him more bold. Muzan reached his hand between your legs and gently pressed his fingertips against you. He brushed his fingertips against the cloth of your panties as he pushed down. Muzan rubbed you up and down through your panties, watching your face as your body began to react on its own. You started breathing harder, your face began to express pleasure as your eyes shut tighter and your mouth started to open. You let out soft moans between breaths as your body reacted to his touch.

He could feel you starting to heat up from his touch on his fingertips. Muzan started to press down firmer, finding your clit when you let out a louder moan as his fingers brushed up against it. Muzan started to rub your clit in circles as he watched you react more and more. You started panting harder and harder as Muzan rubbed your clit and pussy more and more until you couldn't handle it anymore and came. You let out a loud moan as your body shook from your orgasm.

He smiled, watching you tremble and shake, but that smile slowly faded. You started to wake up, your eyes opened and shut as you tried to adjust to the dimly lit room. All you saw was a large shadow standing above your bed. Your eyes opened wide, and your mouth opened as you started to scream. Before you could let out a louder scream, Muzan jumped on top of you and covered your mouth with his hand. He pulled his free hand to his face and motioned for you to shush.

You started to cry from that situation, a large man pinning you down on your bed and keeping you from calling for help. You tried to move, but you didn't know what was wrong. Was it his weight keeping you from moving, or were you paralyzed from fear? All you could do was stare up at him, your eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. In a dim light, you could see he was a very handsome man, and that he seemed not too old but that terrified you even more because you had no idea who he could be. Your eyes started to burn from the tears welling up, and your body shook out of fear.

"Shhh. Don't scream. If you scream, I'll have to hurt you, and I don't want to do that," Muzan said to you, his voice deep and his tone stern. The grip Muzan had over your mouth was tight, and he pushed down on you. His body weight kept you pinned underneath him. You felt something else pressed against your stomach. It was hard, a little wet, and you could feel it twitching against your bare skin. As you lifted your head just enough to look down, you could see it was his cock pressing against your stomach. You laid your head back down and stared at him, your eyes even wider after seeing his cock.

"If you behave, I won't hurt you, but if you try to fight back or scream. I'm going to hurt you and I'm going to hurt you badly. Do you understand me?" He asked you, leaning down a little, his tone still stern, and his voice deep. You stared back up at him and slowly nodded. Muzan pulled his hand off your mouth as he leaned away from your face, his body still sitting on top of you, and his cock now rested on your stomach. 

You wiped the tears away from your face. You noticed your shirt was opened, so you covered yourself back up as you looked up at him. "W-what do you want?" you asked him, trying to put up a tough act, but it failed as your voice trembled.

"You. All I've ever wanted is you. And now I have you and no one can stop me." Muzan said that to you, his tone changing as he stared at you. Muzan adjusted his legs, grabbed each of your legs, and spread them, so he could be between them. Muzan was strong and easily moved you around like a doll. You were powerless to stop him as he positioned himself between your legs. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke himself, precum oozed from the tip and dripped onto your stomach. As you looked down at his dick, you could see that he was packing a monster. It was as thick as a soda can and almost as long as your forearm.

Before you could even beg him to stop, Muzan pulled your panties to the side and pressed the tip of his cock against your pussy. You gripped your sheets tight in your hands as you gritted your teeth together from the pain. You could feel the tip of his cock beginning to push inside you, spreading your pussy like it had never been spread before. You let out pained gasps for air as you stared up at the ceiling, eyes opened wide. You could hear him groaning as Muzan pushed in slowly, and from under his breath, you could hear him say. "Fuck... you're so tight."

Every inch felt like hell, his cock was so thick it filled you up almost instantly. As Muzan inched in deeper, you tried to catch your breath, but the pain made it hard as you gasped for air. Finally, his cock was inside you completely, and you could finally breathe as you lifted your head and looked down. You could see your stomach bulging from his cock. You dropped your head back as your mind started to go blank from the pain slowly turning into intense pleasure.

The pleasure was cut short as Muzan started to slide his cock out, slowly. You let out a pained scream, but all that came out was an inaudible squeal. Muzan looked down at you with a smile, your mouth open was an irresistible invitation. Muzan leaned down and gave you a kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, sloppily swirling his tongue around inside your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours. You didn't fight back as you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss even more.

His cock continued to slide out of your pussy inch by inch, it felt as if he was pulling your insides out as he continued to pull out. Eventually reaching the tip of his cock, he stopped, as he continued to kiss you. Muzan pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, a string of spit connecting your lips. "Here we go, baby, it's going to get real rough. So hold on tight," Muzan said to you with a loving smile. This was his warning, but it didn't prepare you for what was going to happen next.

You felt his cock thrust inside you in one quick motion. Your stomach felt full again and you couldn't breathe. You stared up at him in pained ecstasy. Muzan slid out again and quickly thrust back inside you. He pounded your pussy with body-shaking thrusts, making it hard to think or speak. All that came out were loud moans and garbled words that made no sense.

It didn't take you long to cum, but black-haired continued to fuck you through your orgasm. The waves of pleasure mixed with searing pain made your brain melt. You could hear his balls slapping against your wet cunt, the sound of your pussy being stirred up by his monster cock, and his moans. You looked up at him and saw his face, Muzan was happy.

You felt his hands grab you by the throat, they were large and easily fit around your throat. Then Muzan started to squeeze hard, choking you. You grabbed his wrists and weakly tried to pull them off, but it was no use. He was much stronger than you and his grip was tight. You tried to tell him to stop, but nothing came out, and soon you started to gasp for air. Gripping his wrists with your nails now, you tried to dig in to get him to stop. Your vision went blurry as you started to lose consciousness, your eyes welled up in tears, hoping this would end. Your body betrayed you again as you started to cum violently on his cock, squirting and making a mess on your bed.

Your stomach filled with heat as his cock swelled inside you, and his thrusts became more erratic and rough. As you started to black out, you could feel the hot sensation of his cock cumming inside you. Muzan thrust deep inside as he started to cum, filling your cunt with his thick, hot seed. Muzan let out a loud groan, maintaining his tight grip around your throat as your body went limp and you blacked out. He finished cumming inside you, sliding his cock out of your ruined pussy. His hands released your throat as he got off of you. Muzan smiled as he watched your gaping hole ooze out his cum onto the bed. 

He got off the bed and stretched. This had been way better than he thought it was going to be. Muzan didn't want to stop there, and it seemed his cock felt the same way. It bounced as it throbbed and got hard again. Muzan looked over at you and watched your passed-out body. Muzan had already gone this far, so there was no real point in stopping. He grabbed your body and adjusted you on the bed, hanging your head off the edge. Muzan stroked his cock and positioned himself as he pressed his cock against your lips.

It didn't take much for you to open your mouth as his cock slid in easily with no protest from you. Your mouth gaped open and struggled to take him fully. Muzan fit himself in your mouth as much as he could, gently thrusting as he started to fuck your face. Muzan got on top of you and ripped your panties off in one quick motion. Using his large hands, Muzan spread open your legs as he went down on you. He started to eat you out passionately as he fucked your face. Muzan could taste his own cum mixed with yours as his tongue forced its way inside you. You moaned happily as he enjoyed the pussy he had been looking at for months.

You slowly started to regain consciousness, and to your horror, you could feel your mouth filled with this large rod. Your eyes opened and blinked as you lay there in shocked horror. You tried to push him away with your hands against his thighs, but again Muzan easily overpowered you. You could feel your pussy being eaten out, but the pain of your throat being fucked confused you again. You couldn't say a word because you were so focused on trying to breathe. His cock filled your mouth and went down your throat over and over.

Your face became a mess as your tears and drool mixed. His cock, which had scared you before, started to taste good, and your tongue moved on its own as you licked his shaft. Your brain again started to shut down as the pain and pleasure mixed, and you couldn't even collect your thoughts. You could feel his cock grow in your mouth, and you realized what was going to happen next, but you didn't have a choice in this. You were just along for the ride as Muzan forced his cock down your throat and shot his cum down it. The man used you as his cum dump, filling your tummy with his hot, thick seed. Your pussy clamped around his tongue as you started to cum again, your thighs squeezing his head, while the only noise you made was a muffled, messy squeal.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth and stroked himself, shooting out the last strings of cum on your face. You looked like a mess, your face covered in tears, drool, and cum. You just lay there, catching your breath, but Muzan wasn't done. He picked you up in his arms and easily moved you around. You were nothing but a doll to him, and he was going to do whatever he wanted with you. Picking you up, Muzan tossed you back on the bed, on your stomach. You didn't fight back; it was pointless, you realized, as you just let it happen. He grabbed your ankles and pulled your legs off the bed.

He kicked your legs open and positioned himself behind you. You didn't get a moment to rest as you felt his cock gaping your sore pussy again. This position felt so different; you could feel his cock scraping your insides as Muzan stirred you up. He leaned down and reached his hand around your throat, pulling your head back, forcing you to look up at him as he pounded your pussy. Muzan slammed your body into the mattress over and over. You didn't fight back; you just moaned like the good little slut he was training you to be. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, inviting him to kiss you.

He smiled and leaned down, kissing you. Your tongues wrestled and swirled around in each other's mouths. You moaned into his mouth as you felt your pussy being ruined by his cock. You could feel his throbbing dick pushing in deeper than before. Your hands gripped the sheets tight as you braced yourself against the bed. You heard your pussy being stirred up by his cock as his balls slapped against you, filling the room with their lewd sounds. You loved feeling his tongue in your mouth and his low, bestial growls echoing as Muzan grunted and groaned.

His cock continued its endless pounding as it fucked you senseless once again. You started to moan out loud and yelled, "Fuck! Fuck! More!" He smiled at your brainless request, putting one hand on your hand and pushing you down into your mattress as he stood back up. You felt his hands grip your hips tight, and then it happened. Muzan started fucking you furiously, his cock pounding your pussy over and over. Your bed started to shake and pound into the floor. You clung to the bed with whatever strength you felt like you had left. This merciless assault just made you scream and beg for more.

You were nothing but a toy in his hands as Muzan pulled you into him while fucking you. You couldn't help but cum over and over again, squirting on his cock and making a mess on your floor as you squirted and leaked his cum out onto the floor. It didn't take him long to reach his limit as Muzan started to shout, forcing his cock deep inside you, forcing the air out of you as he filled you with his seed once again. It felt warm in your belly, and you lay there with your mouth wide open, but not a single sound came out.

"May I at least have your name?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and alarm. "And who the fuck are you? How did you get into my house?" The words escaped your lips, fueled by a surge of fear and disbelief.

His red eyes bore into yours, and a smirk played at the corners of their lips. The silence stretched, thick with tension, before they finally spoke, their voice laced with a hint of amusement. "My name is not important. What matters is that I got what I’ve been craving for months. But if you need to know, I go by Muzan," he said cryptically, his words sending shivers down your spine. “I would be back again. Leave your front door open," the man added, and after adjusting his clothes, he left your house through the front door, leaving you filled up and leaking his cum.

You slept the night away and woke up sore and even more tired, reflecting on how the night had gone and finding yourself wet at the thought. 

From then on, you left your front door open, anticipating your "stalker" to pay you another visit. The longing in your soul grew with each passing day, and you wondered if Muzan would ever come back to claim you once again.

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[flametrashira]

Making M*zan degrade himself, you edge him until he admits he's a useless fucktoy for you to use.

I'm angry that I make these asks because I hate him but I love you more.

Fuck you.

ILYSSSSM

Pairing: sub!Muzan x dom!reader (GN)

Content guidance: NSFW. Edgeplay, degradation, shibari, Muzan the brattiest brat.

Edging Muzan

“Ohhhh fuck you, fuck you!” Muzan snarls as you rub your thumb up and down the weeping little slit at the tip of his cock. He’s kneeling before you on the edge of the bed, hands behind his back, biceps straining against the wisteria essence-coated shibari ropes binding him as you deny him his orgasm. 

“Now, beloved, that’s not playing nice is it?”

“I’m not nice,” he grits out through his teeth. "I'm the progenitor of demonkind. Just let me cum, you insufferable wretch.”

“Ah ah! Whiny demons don’t get to cum. Only my good little fucktoys earn that privilege.”

His crimson eyes narrow to murderous slits as he makes the air around you darken and vibrate. “How dare you–”

You arch an eyebrow and remove your hand from his cock entirely, making his eyes widen. 

“No, no! Don’t stop,” he pleads as the room brightens.  

“You’re being a brat.” Hooking your fingers beneath the intricate knot at his chest, you tug it sharply, knowing the friction it causes across his puckered nipples.

He lets out a sharp gasp but quickly fights to regain his composure, clenching his jaw as you lower your hands to his weakest point. 

The ropes wound around his lower body keep his inner thighs parted and exposed, allowing you to rake your fingernails up and down them. Muzan’s breath catches as he screws his eyes shut. His cock twitches helplessly as he endures the unbearable ticklish sensation, achingly close yet painfully far from where he needs you to touch him. 

“I’ll… play… nice…” he hisses between his teeth. “Just please let me cum… it’s been, what? … an hour?”

“Seventeen minutes.”

He groans, throwing his head back. “My entire life has been besieged by inadequacy and—oh!”

You smirk as the sensation of your hands wrapping around his cock renders him silent. “What was that? I’m inadequate?” 

Shaking his head he draws a shivering breath as you start to stroke him–painfully slow and featherlight, but it’s something. It takes every ounce of his self control not to thrust against your palms. 

“Hm, that’s what I thought.”

Every breath his draws causes the ropes around his chest to tighten and slacken, applying delicious pressure to every sensitive part of him. And from your perspective, seeing him tied up so prettily, every twist and knot placed perfectly to highlight his beautiful body–the muscles in his arms, the fullness of his chest, the quivering curves of his abdominals. Muzan has never looked so exquisite. Or so helpless. 

He groans in relief as his orgasm draws near, the head of his cock flushing almost the same shade of crimson as his eyes.

You smirk, using both hands to massage his length. “Tell me you’re my pretty little fucktoy and I’ll let you cum.”

“I’d rather die– oh no no no!” He’s damn near in tears as you withdraw your hands. “Fucking curse you!"

"Such pathetic whining. What happened to the demon king's composure, hm?" You lean rake your fingernails across the stiff peaks of his nipples. "Why not simply admit that you're my helpless little fucktoy and I'll let you cum?"

"Because I'm not your fucktoy. I'm the—shit…" he groans as you start to caress his balls, the sinews in his neck straining, his head lolling forward causing his ebony waves sway over his eyes.

"So stubborn. Though I'm not sure what I expected from you," you whisper, your breath hot against his ear. "No matter. I can play this game as long as you make me. It doesn't matter to me if it takes hours, days, even weeks to break you."

"You wouldn't."

"Oh, my sweet demon king, you know that's not true. Don't make me break out the nichirin cock cage."

His dick twitches desperately, brushing against your stomach. "I should eat you and be done with it."

"You could. But then who would play with your cock? Who would make you feel so good you blush all the way down to… here…" you swipe your fingers across the top of his abdomen where his skin goes from pink to deathly pale. "Who would put up with your constant, petty whining? Always so quick to blame your faithful underlings for your failings, aren't you?"

He groans softly, rocking his hips so his cock prods you. "Silence." 

"Why haven't you found the blue spider lily? Hm? Why haven't you ended the Ubuyashiki line?" 

"That's enough.You've proved your damn point."

You smirk, caressing the end of his cock with your pointed fingernails. "What have you been doing for the last ten centuries besides mentally breaking your wives and seducing drunken louts in Yoshiwara in your female form? Pitiful."

"You're supposed to play nice."

"Oh but my dear, I'm not nice. That's why this relationship works."

His lips curl, revealing his fangs. "Just. Let. Me. Cum."

You tug the rope threaded across his taint, causing him to gasp. "Say it first."

"Never."

"Then I'll never make you cum."

He screws his eyes shut and turns his face to the ceiling as a frustrated dry sob bursts from him. "I despise you."

"Now, now, that's not true, is it?"

"No," he grumbles, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder as you tickle the tip of his cock. "Nghhhh~ please… I can't stand it."

"Then end it, beloved. You know what I want."

His breath is hot and heavy against your neck as he tries to win you over with kisses instead. But he knows it wont work. It never does. Still, it's fun to fuck with him.

The whimper of relief which emerges from him is so utterly pathetic, as you pump his cock firmly in your fist. "Gods, yes. Mmhhh~ so… close." 

He almost believes he's won, which makes it all the more delicious when your hand goes still, leaving him stranded on the edge of ecstasy once more. 

"No, no!" He bucks his hips in vain, tears collecting like dew on his lashes. "Just a little more."

"Tell me what I want to hear."

The desperation in his eyes tells you he's so close to breaking. It's only a matter of moments as you strum his weeping slit with the tip of your finger. And he could so easily break free from the binding– the wisteria essence is barely enough to drain even a little of his strength– but he remains restrained, a tiger in a paper cage who enjoys being petted far too much to hurt his keeper. 

"You win. I'm pathetic," he murmurs, "Useless. Please play with my cock. Let me cum. I beg you."

"And you beg so prettily. But I'm not sure I believe you. I don't think you believe it."

"I do! I am! Look at me. I'm yours to use, to play with." His usually dark and seductive voice cracks with desperation. "I'm your useless fucktoy."

"Mmh~ good boy." 

He cries out in relief as you pump his dick hard and fast. The muscles in his belly flex and stutter against the bindings. 

"Such a pretty little fucktoy, aren't you?" you say softly, caressing his face with your other hand as he nuzzles against your palm. 

"Yes. I'm… anything y-you want… me to… ohh~ be…" 

Muzan folds, almost keeling over completely when he comes apart, spraying ropes of cum across his belly as his deep groans crack. "Yes, yes yesyes thank you. Nghhh…thank you." 

His panting breaths fill the air, slowing to a steady rhythm before a contented sigh breaks loose.

"There…" you say softly, petting his hair back from his sweat slickened brow. "Wasn't so hard was it?" 

He shakes his head, his curls falling loose again. "You always know exactly how to bend me to your will."

"I know how to play with my toy," you say, leaning in to kiss his brow. "Let's get you untied and cleaned up."

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[pfpanimes]

⌕ kimetsu no yaiba • muzan.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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[married-to-google-translater]

Hi! Can I request a Muzan x reader about how Muzan would act if he finds a demon slayer who knows a lot and has a background about the blue spider lily but she's really chill about it and shares info only when she feels like it? Thank you so much!

Muzan Kibutsuji

You were just a perfectly normal Demon slayer.

The only thing that made you a little special was your deep interest in plants and flowers.

However, that was the only reason Muzan needed to kidnap you.

Maybe with your help he would learn something new blue spider lily.

Spoiler: Yes he found out more about the blue spider lily and he also had a couple of nervous breakdowns XD

You would surely be surprised by this situation.

But you were still calm.

You knew that as long as you had information you would stay alive.

Because of that, you really weren't going to give him all the information right away.

This drives Muzan crazy.

Muzan will definitely try to get information about you in different ways.

Torture and threats are the first options.

But they don't really work.

Threats don't work because you really don't care and torture makes you talk shit to get him to stop.

Your "cooperation" is really problematic.

And then you randomly give him information at some completely random time.

It always comes when Muzan least expects it.

And if he doesn't hear it, too bad.

You're definitely not going to repeat that again.

Warning: This only works for fanfic and not canon. If you try this with a Canon Muza you'll probably be dead in five minutes. Try this at your own risk.

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[kalinysu]

imagine wife demon x muzan but she feels insecure and easily replaceable (maybe bc another demon kept "bullying" her) how would muzan react

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄? — Muzan x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cursing, Violent behavior.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Cute idea, love this ❤️

Lately, you had been avoiding leaving Muzan’s room in the infinity castle. He didn’t want to question why, but he couldn’t help but wonder. We’re you just being clingy, was something wrong? He didn’t think you’d be hiding or avoiding someone since you were the demon closest to him, and he prioritized you the most. He didn’t think anyone would dare mess with his wife. Every demon was well aware of your status.

“Alright, I’ll see you later darling.” Muzan said, leaning over and placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll hopefully be back by tonight.” He said, gently stroking your head before exiting the room. Today you were hoping that demon wouldn’t mess with you again when you went around the infinity castle. When you left, the second you were far enough away from Muzan’s room, you heard a familiar giggle. “Does Master Muzan seriously let you go around looking like that? Honestly, how could someone like you ever end up with someone like him? He must be toying with you.” The female demon said with a snicker. “He.. He’s not toying with me, stop speaking of him in such a manner.” You snapped back. The two of you went back and forth, the female demon practically following you around. You needed to leave the room for a moment, to take a small walk without anyone bothering you, but this woman obviously didn’t want you to.

“You know, the second he deem useless to him, your gone, right? You don’t matter to him. He only makes you feel special because you’ve had connections with that stupid flower and he wants you to get it.” She said, yawning a bit in a sassy way. “Once he knows you can’t do that—“ She giggled and slid her finger across her throat as her way of saying your dead. “Muzan would never do that to me.” You said, now making your way back to his room. “Believe whatever you want, your not even an upper moon. Right now, I bet he’s entertaining other women.” She said, finally leaving you alone when you went into Muzan’s bedroom.

That night, when Muzan returned, you couldn’t help but burst into tears when he asked what was wrong.

Muzan was shocked. He had never seen you crying before. He was lucky he had practice with his fake wives in the past, otherwise he wouldn’t know what to do with you. He sat down on the bed with you and cuddled you until you were calm enough to speak. “T-that—that woman i told you about before..” You stuttered, sniffling and whimpering. “Yes.. What about her dear?” Muzan said, with as soft of a tone possible. You sobbed, explaining everything to him. “I-I just don’t want you to replace me—I-I really am insecure..” You said. “Insecure? Darling, you’ve got nothing to be insecure about. Your the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in all my years of living. You don’t know the lengths I would go to keep you safe. Forget about that flower, even if you cannot bring it to me, i’ll still love you. No matter what.” He said, wiping away your tears and practically showering you with kisses.

Though you could feel his occasional tremble, he was shaking. You knew his was pissed off and was trying to cover it. “M-muzan… Please.. Don’t do anything harsh..” You said, looking up at him. He looked down at you and smiled, pulling you closer to his chest. “I won’t, dear.” he said. Holding you close and gently rubbing your back until you fell asleep. He kissed your forehead before leaving the room.

He was livid.

“Why is it you think your so privileged, you can go saying such bullshit to my wife when i’m not around?!” Muzan yelled, almost shaking the whole infinity castle when he slammed his hands down on his desk, his head down as he shook with pure anger. “M-master Muzan!! I never said any of that—i promis—“ Before the woman could say another word, she was cut off by his yelling. “Don’t fucking try to lie straight to my god damn face. Do you take me for a fool?!” Muzan yelled even louder, his patience fading quickly.

“Muzan..?” You whispered softly, looking up at his dark figure moving towards the bed. Your vision was blurry, but you knew it was him. He got into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Shh, go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said softly, smiling when you shifted to face him, wrapping your arms around him. “It’s.. okay..” You said in a sleepy tone, before drifting off in his arms. You couldn’t help but wonder.

Why was he covered in blood the first time he entered the bedroom and went to go shower?

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