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yandere-writer-momo · 2 months

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Thinking about a Yandere Demon Lord. This is Part 1.

Yandere Head Canons:

Defying Destiny

Yandere Demon Lord x Isekai Saintess Reader x Yandere Hero

TW: Voyeurism, stalking, Somniaphilia, dacryphillia, dark content, etc

Part 2

You were surprised to be alive after your cold fiancé pushed you into oncoming traffic when you got into an argument with him… all you had wanted was for him to show you that he loved you, but instead he killed you. Yet your life didn’t end… no. Far from it.

Rather than waking up in the supposed after life, you woke up in the Rerenth Kingdom. A fantasy kingdom in a magical world plagued with problems written in fiction novels. And the emperor explained to you, no, demanded that you to take on your role as Saintess to save them from the Demon King.

The demon king was now your enemy. Defeating him was the only way for you to go home… but did you even want to do that? In your last life and in this one, you were merely another unhappy pawn. The silk robes and dazzling abilities did nothing to shield you from the harsh reality of what your life has become once more… would you ever truly be free? Would you ever truly be happy?

The servants often spoke of the monstrous Demon King who controlled the forces of darkness that sought to destroy the light. A demonic entity none of the people in this kingdom had ever truly seen with their own eyes, but they believed him to be out there… how else were they to explain the supernatural happenings that plagued their kingdom? This entire ordeal made little sense to you since you hadn’t seen many disputes between humans and demons unless they were over territory. Vast majority of the time, it was humans that ventured into the demonic lands anyways. Was this perhaps some propaganda tactic? You didn’t know and you didn’t question it, you simply wanted to retire to a peaceful life.

It took a few weeks for you to be able to control your new holy power, but you were able to now harness it for barriers and for healing. Abilities that would be useless without a hero… a fact that the citizens soon realized so they began to devise another plan. To summon a hero!

Another few weeks passed by and they successfully summoned a valiant hero by the name of Reinhardt. His chiseled face was constantly covered by the taxidermied lion mask that adorned his face. The man was massive and intimidating, yet you couldn’t help but feel there was something familiar about him. You couldn’t place a finger on who he could possibly be since you didn’t know anyone else with an imposing stature like his but that gut feeling never left you.

Reinhardt would often glance you up and down when he thought you weren’t looking. His green eyes would bore into yours until you felt as if you’d be set ablaze. He was terrifying to you. Especially now that you were on a journey with him to defeat the demon king… along with a fox beastwoman fighter and an elven mage who had joined your party due to the emperor’s order. The Emperor didn’t see you to be enough aid to the hero on this important quest.

Both adventurers were quite rude to you at first since you had no offensive abilities. They often fawned over the hero who blatantly ignored their affections to instead watch over you like a hawk. A fact the two women didn’t really enjoy, but they accepted it as the weeks melted into months. And you still didn’t know their names since they never told you (and Reinhardt never spoke).

The three of them often fought and killed monsters and demons while you protected the supplies and healed their injuries. It upset you that your party ambushed them since the enemies usually were unarmed. Majority of the time, it was a one-sided slaughter. An endless bloodbath that you had no power to stop.

You often lied to your peers about monsters hiding, unaware that your small act of kindness would lead to a snowball effect in the future. You had now caught the eye of an entity much stronger than you and the hero’s party… all because you were merciful. You were kind and sweet. A true saintess.

Your softness had made your peers joke about you being a cry baby. The elven mage and beastwoman often jabbed their elbows into your side to joke about the tears you’d cry because they thought you were scared. The dense women never realized your tears were for the innocent monsters they slaughtered on a day to day basis too. You were never scared of the demons or monsters, you were scared of them.

Yet Reinhardt nipped the subtle bullying in the bud by shoving the other two adventures away from you with his strong arms. He always made sure you were safe before he offered his body for healing… which he’d just make gesture at you with his hands rather than speak. It seemed he was fond of you, a fondness you didn’t understand since he never spoke to you.

Reinhardt would often pick you up without asking you and tuck you into the crook of his large arm. It bothered you that he never took off his mask, but he had quite an attractive jawline with the slightest bit of stubble. There was not a doubt in your mind that Reinhardt was likely an attractive man, but that didn’t matter. Since he was creepy.

Reinhardt never uttered a word to you but would always dutifully stand by your side (or carry you like some sort of damsel). He often reminded you of your ex fiancé with his stoic demeanor and his bewitching green eyes. And the staring. You swore you felt bare under his gaze even if you had multiple layers on.

And it wasn’t just his eyes you felt on you, you swore there was someone else watching you in the shadows and the possibility of you having another stalker made your skin crawl. Had you finally gone insane from having Reinhardt be around you 24/7? Or was there something sinister amiss?

Maybe that’s why Reinhardt so dutifully clung to you? Whether his protection was out of obligation or simply because he lusted for you, his presence did little to ease the extra set of eyes. In fact, he made it worse.

Wherever you were, Reinhardt was never far. He was with you when you bathed to stand guard. He was carrying you if you couldn’t keep up with him and the rest of the hero’s party. Reinhardt even began to stay in your tent with you…

He didn’t utter a word when he watched over you whenever you had nightmares. Reinhardt never woke you up from the horrific dreams of the man with pitch black hair and sharp talons pulling you into his lap and having his way with you. No, Reinhardt instead dragged his tongue down your tear stricken face in delight.

Reinhardt knew his actions were wrong, but he couldn’t help but fawn over your helpless form. You were so weak without his protection… you were a lamb sent to a slaughter that luckily had a herding dog with you. You should be grateful Reinhardt had such an intense interest in you, otherwise you could have perished earlier on at the goblin camps. Or those other two party members would have likely broken a few of your bones from rough housing. You were a frail bird that needed to be locked up at all times and Reinhardt was willing to be the one to do that! He would keep you safe, even if it took you years to understand even an ounce of his magnitude of feelings for you. He was a patient man!

It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake up in your tent with Reindhart’s imposing form standing over you ominously. You’d cry every single time, but he’d make no move to comfort you. Only stare.

Over the last four weeks, you begin to receive little trinkets in your tent on the daily. Delicacies that Reinhardt would immediately pitch once he saw them, but it filled you with anxiety that he was not the one slipping you those gifts… who on earth could be gifting you such pretty rocks and wild flowers?

You were flattered, just the tiniest bit, by the small, temporary gifts. They were much more welcomed than the iron grip of Reinhardt’s arms. Even though the sender made you anxious, it was nice to know that someone took you into consideration. It was a small action that filled you with hope. Perhaps you would be saved from this fate?

Shame you didn’t understand just how much those tiny gifts upset the hero. Your eyes should only be on him. Your entire purpose should revolve around him. Reinhardt wanted to find the individual who sent you these gifts so he could rip them limb from limb. You belonged to him and he would show you that you had no way of escaping him. You were going to be his bride! Whether you liked it or not, the hero had chosen you as his destined one!

Recently, you’d wake up to him laying beside you in your tent with his large arms wrapped around you. His Roman nose buried into the crook of your neck. This was far worse than him lingering in your tent since he had become so physical.

And your peers did nothing about his harassment of you. To them, it was cute that the hero was so ‘enamored’ with the Saintess! You’ve even heard whispers of how the emperor will no doubt arrange a marriage between the two of you once the four of you eliminated the demon king. It terrified you even more because you knew you’d have little say in the matter… your life was spiraling out of your own control once more. This time, into the arms of some brute with attachment issues. You didn’t want to marry another emotionally constipated man! You wanted to have freedom!

You often cried yourself to sleep which only made Reinhardt even more overbearing. He now would press kisses to your cheeks and cuddle his body into yours. Even in your dreams, you couldn’t escape this massive man. If only you could be saved…

And when you drifted off into an unnaturally heavy sleep, your barriers deactivated. An action that allowed the Demon King to finally slip into your party’s camp and take what he wanted. You.

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kalinysu · 11 months

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𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃. ⇀ Muzan x F!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your Muzan’s first wife, and only demon wife. You’ve known him for centuries, and he seems to have mellowed quite a bit with you. This particular night, Muzan seemed to be in an even worse mood than usual, getting annoyed with you for every question you asked.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cursing, verbal abuse, threats, sexually suggestive behavior.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: first story, working on more. also might be some spelling errors, i’m writing this half asleep.

“I’m beginning to question what other purpose you have other than to please and love me. Tell me, why is it you struggle so much to complete one simple god damn task? Hm? Answer me when i’m fucking speaking to you. Would you prefer it if I fucked the answer out of you again? Useless bitch.”

You and Muzan had been lying in bed for a few minutes now, neither of you moving or speaking. You could sense Muzan’s anger, since when he returned all he was doing was yelling and cursing at you. You were too afraid to make any noise at all, as he had been cursing at you and yelling since he had gotten back, only stopping about an hour ago when he had gotten into the shower.

You finally built up the courage to say something, turning your head to look at Muzan, who was laying on his side with his back facing you. “Mh..Muzan? Can I… Can I turn of this lamp?” You tried your best to ask as nicely and softly as possible, not wanting to upset him or bother him even more. “Go ahead.” He mumbled. You hesitantly sat up and reached over to turn off the lamp, before moving back to your original position.

Normally, you and Muzan would be cuddling. But there was a large gap between you two in bed. You nervously fidgeted with your fingers, before looking at him once again. You stayed silent for a moment, trying to read his body language somehow and see if he was starting to get annoyed again. In your mind, you were complaining about the way he was acting. It was rare to see him like this but still, you practically craved his attention everyday, and now he wasn’t giving it to you. “Can I..braid your hair?” You asked, growing bored of simply sitting there. “..Go ahead.” He said once again. You moved a little closer to him, your fingertips running across his neck as you pulled all his long curly black hair towards you, not trying to pull on it too much.

You braided his hair carefully, making sure you didn’t tug too hard. You swore you could feel Muzan tense up at your touch for a moment, or maybe it was just you. When you were finished with the braid, you couldn’t help but ask another question. “Muzan can I—“ You were cut off by him already answering. “Go ahead.” He said, seemingly just wanting you to shut up already. You stared at him for a moment, before moving a little closer to him. You hugged him tight from behind, which only resulted in you being pushed away from him.

He was seemingly still upset with you for failing multiple missions, though you were glad he didn’t kill you like he would another demon, because you were his wife, you got the most special treatment.

Muzan then turned over to face you, his red eyes now open. He suddenly grabbed your face and pulled you closer, before kissing you, earning him a small whimper from you. “Stop whining. I can hear your thoughts.” He broke the kiss for a moment to speak, before kissing you once again. Your cheeks flushed red, only now having realized that. He had told you multiple times before but you never truly payed attention to his words. "M-maste—“ You tried to break the kiss and explain yourself, but his grip on the back of your head only forced you into the kiss once more. Your hands went up to his chest, feeling his muscular body through the robe he wore.

“Go ahead, darling.”

Your hand pushed away the silky fabric, opening your eyes slightly to see his bare chest, ever so slightly pulling away from the kiss only for him to forcefully turn your head back, deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Even going as far as biting your bottom lip, causing you to whimper once again. Your hands felt his body, ever single ab on his stomach, before moving down, attempting to feel even more before Muzan’s hand stopped yours, gripping your wrist. “Not now, dear.” He said, pulling away from the kiss with a grin. You were about to whine and complain, until he had gotten on top of you and kissed you once again, this time his hands were wandering all over your body.

“You don’t deserve anything yet. You’ve got no clue how tired I am of you being such a needy bitch, who can’t even think about anything but sex. Can’t do anything right, can you?”

“Master—P-please, you know I haven’t seen you practically all day…” You said, barely above a whisper. Your thoughts were running wild, no matter how much you tried to hide them, your mind was filled with the thought of Muzan fucking you. You couldn’t stand the feeling between your legs, it was far too much. You desperately needed attention down there, but it seemed Muzan wasn’t willing to give you any. Moving off of you and bringing you closer to him, wrapping an arm around you and burying his face into your neck.

“Think of this as your punishment, for not being able to accomplish anything I ask of you.”

#demon slayer #kny #muzan kibutsuji #muzan #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan smut #muzan x reader #muzan imagine #lord muzan #kny muzan #yandere muzan #kny smut #kny x reader

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tatsumessy · 1 year

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Horny Mess

Diavolo x fem reader

No words could explain how pissed off you were right now. Barbatos had just slipped you a message letting you know that your demon prince of a boyfriend has purposely been ignoring you for no reason.

Everytime you tried to see him or spend time with him he was always busy with meeting or classes or literally anything that could keep him away from you. You were getting fed up with his petty games so you asked Lucifer to set up a private meeting with just them two and obviously Diavolo agreed.

“This is his last meeting for the day so good luck.” Lucifer said walking away with Barbatos as you stood outside his office. You knocked on the door feeling your hand get clammy all of a sudden but once he said come in it’s like all those nerves disappeared. Was it because you hadn’t seen him for almost a month?

Diavolo looked up to see you standing infront of the door, he stiffened setting down the pen he was holding. “MC, I have a meeting with Lucifer any minute-” “I know, that meetings with me.” Your fingers twisted the lock behind you as you spoke slowly walking over to him.

He gulped feeling his body betray him once again, his face and neck was sweaty, his crotch was growing harder by the second just by the way you looked at him. Being the pervert he was the only reason he had been avoiding you was because his body kept giving off lewd reactions everytime you two were alone.

You arrived infront of his desk sitting down in the chair right across from him. The more you looked at him and the way he avoided eye contact with you the more pissed off you got. “Do you not like me anymore?” His body jolted forward at your question, “Why would you ask such a stupid question like that one?” There he goes answering your question with a question.

“We haven’t seen each other for a month, and everytime I do try to talk to you, you always have ‘better’ things to worry about. I get you’re the demon prince but is your girlfriend not a priority anymore?” You spoke biting on your thumb out of nervousness, yeah you were a human and he was a demon so that could be the reason he was keeping his distance but not telling you feels even worse.

“That’s not it at all MC. I think the affect of me liking you so much has been doing things to me. I think these lewd things about you everyday and I don’t think it’s right for me to have that type of vision about you.” His confession made you freeze in your seat, when you thought about this conversation right now you did not expect for it to go this way.

“Okay…you’ve been having horny thoughts about me…so what?” His cheeks started to turn a deep shade of pink as you stood up walking around the desk to stand in between his legs. “Dia.” You said moving his hand from covering his face while you placed yourself on his lap, straddling him. His member was already erect and the look on his face made such an expression, if anybody were to see this right now they would’ve thought you two had sex already.

“Why would you ignore me for such a stupid reason?” Your left arm wrapped around his neck while your right hand caressed his heated cheeks. He didn’t respond verbally but his body sure did, his arms wrapped tighter around your waist. “I want…to fuck you so bad MC.” He whispered into your neck. That statement gave you goosebumps and it was like his words gave you a kickstart on the inside.

Your hips started grinding slowly against him and because of how physically strained he was small whines left his mouth turning you on even more. The wetness from your core dripped profusely through your underwear and skirt straight on to his black slacks. There was no time to apologize as his hips bunched into your creating loud thumping noises in his chair.

You moaned from the pressure gripping onto his jacket trying to center yourself. “Dia, please.” You whined throwing your head back as your eyes started to roll from how good the stimulation on your clit was feeling. “Do I have your permission to touch you?” He asked pressing kisses on the small of your neck, you nodded yes but he didnt want to take that as an answer. “Words precious.” He cooed in your ear.

“I give you permission.” Without hesitation he lifted you up and placed you onto the desk, he quickly lifted up your skirt thanking whoever made the dress code. The red lace panties you were wearing thanks to Asmo made this man blush even harder. The color seemed to match his hair color especially with the large wet patch that was on it.

“This is a treat.” He smiled hooking his finger under the fabric and pulling it down your bottom. He held it in his hand smiling then placed it in a drawer next to him before focusing his attention back on you.

The way his hands touched you was gentle, the way his mouth praised your body with words and touch made you feel so wanted. He was face to face with your cunt watching as you squirmed from the cold air of in his office blowing across it. He leaned forward kissing it once then licking one stripe to taste what he’d be eating tonight.

But in the moment he changed his mind. “Fuck. I wish I could take my time and indulge in the delectable feast you’re offering right now but I just can’t wait any longer. If I do I fear I might break.” His face was now parallel with yours as he admired how beautiful you looked on his desk under him.

His lips smashed onto yours distracting you from the aching feeling from down below. Even his kisses were doing major things to your body and he knew it, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger but what you didn’t know was that you had an even bigger hold on him.

He covered your mouth as you moaned out, tears formed in the corner of your eyes and Diavolo whispered sweet encouraging words in your ear while peppering soft kisses all around your face and neck. He was comforting you making sure you were alright but you could feel him shaking, he was trying to hold back which you didn’t want him to do. You both had been waiting for a whole month to see each other and now you two had all night.

“Dia, I want to do this. Please don’t hold back for me.” You said holding his face with both of your hands, in a split second his human form was transformed. His horns, wings and tail was out and his face was red. His tail wrapped around your left leg as his mouth latched onto your neck sucking it aggressively, he started grinding himself onto you forcing you to bite your lip in excitement.

You didn’t even realize the he had taken himself out of his pants, he rubbed himself a couple of time slowly slipping his tip between your folds. “I’m sorry.” He said forcefully shoving himself inside of you, he thrusted in and out repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot inside of you.

You let out breathy moans trying not to be too loud in case someone was still in the academy but Diavolo groaned louder in your ear so that if someone was still here they’d know how good you made him feel. He changed pace and started rolling his hips glancing up at you from under his eyelids.

“You’re okay baby. Stay with me.” He said pressing two light pecks on your neck, your and held onto the back of his coat keeping yourself grounded. Your back started arching the harder his thrust hit inside of you. “Ah! Fuck Dia slow down please.” You moaned out gripping his coat tighter.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m almost there baby.” He pushed forward knocking over some papers on the desk, his hands pulled up your thighs pressing them to your chest giving him better access to your exposed cunt. He pulled cock out pumping it a few times then slowly pushing back into you.

He let out a breathy moan bottoming out once again and the moment his hands gripped your ankles he started pounding into chasing after his running orgasm. You held your legs open allowing for him to fuck you into a mating press, your eyes were shut tightly feeling the knot in your stomach about to snap.

Diavolo knew you were about to cum, he could feel you tightening around his cock causing him to roll his eyes in the back of his head. His pace sped up as he leaned down kissing on your neck leading up to your lips, you were so out of it the you never realized that he was trying to get your attention by kissing you. “Look at me, cum with me baby.” He smiled looking into your eyes as he pumped his seeds into you.

Arching your back again you came around him creating a ring of both yours and his cum mixed together due to his slowly lazy thrust.

You laid with your back against the desk breathing heavily as Diavolo snuggled his face into your neck trying to catch his breath. “I’m sorry if I was too aggressive.” He said leaning onto his elbow so that he could look down at you. “It’s okay Dia. Do you feel better?” He nodded aggressively snuggling himself into your neck again.

You laughed at his childish behavior and wrapped your arms around him pulling him closer to you. “Let’s get you home.” He spoke wrapping his arms under legs forcefully putting them around his waist.

He sat you down in his chair letting you rest while cleaning up his desk with spare paper towels he had hidden under his desk because he realized how much he loved having sex with you on his desk.

Once finished he picked you up holding you against the small of his chest taking you to his home.

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warringwarrioridiot · 10 months

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I can imagine Muzan also having a MASSIVE breeding kink

Bro would go crazy hearing your whimpers and moans as he uses your POOSAY as a cum storage unit.

Bro would degrade AND praise. "Such a needy whore" and "That's a good slut" and, like douma, would be calling you his breeding toy.

Dirty talk, anyone?

If he EVER gets jealous, RIP THAT POOSAY

You gonna need this

Let's not forget that this is the demon king. He has a bigger god complex than Uzui- and that's saying something.

So calling him things like Master, Lord, My God, etc, will drive him nuts. (TEEHEE, nuts 🤭)

Not even the afterlife will save your coochie, that shits gonna be vibrating until the next month.

At the end of the day, you better prepare your ✨VAGINA✨ for a good fuck

(he also likes laying on your chest afterward, mood tbh)

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thecuriousquest · 4 months

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J1 + Muzan, super excited to see what you imagination come up with on this one.

also the things I would let this man do to me are less than…child friendly 😌

Rose Thorn

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Request Prompt: “If his filthy hands touch you again, I’ll kill him.”

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, CONSENSUAL SEX, vaginal sex, pet play, jealousy, threats of harm, bondage, mentions of spanking, Dom!Muzan/Sub!Reader, all characters are 18+

Ask Box is currently closed while I work on requests. Thank you for your understanding.

Note: Modern & Powerless AU

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His hand curls around the back of your neck, slowly bringing you into his space. His sharp nails press into the bone of your spine through your thick skin, threatening to break the barrier at any point.

“What were you thinking, my little rose thorn?”

You chew on your bottom lip, suppressing a soft moan. No matter how angry he gets with you, no matter how much you misbehave and drive him to punish you, it always results with a wet patch forming between your plush thighs.

“Muzan…” you blink through thick and dark lashes. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Oh, but you know exactly what he means. You were trying to make him jealous at the shop, and it fucking worked.

Earlier, you hadn’t even spared Muzan a glance as you laughed at the lanky man’s jokes, placed a hand on his shoulder while you laid one on your chest and threw your head back. He had thumbed your wrist with a smirk on his face.

Your husband had watched this interaction happening by the pasta while he loaded up the cart with bread, shaking his head as he thought about spanking you right there in front of the idiot.

But no. He wouldn’t ever want to embarrass you like that in public. No. Never.

He’ll wait until you get home.

And now, as he restrains you with cuffs behind your back and a dog bone gag in your mouth, fixing your hair into a pony tail so that he can wrap a color with a leash attached around your neck, yes, now, you can understand your place.

He forces you to bend over, your chin almost slamming against the carpet so jarringly. Instead, your cheek smashes and burns against it at the last moment. You whimper like a puppy, mewl like a kitten, wriggle your hips for him like a filthy whore.

No, you don’t mind his rough and sadistic tendencies because you know his hidden meaning underneath his exterior. He’s possessive because he wants you, he’s protective because he’d be a walking corpse without you.

So your pussy squelches as it sucking in his fat cock, and you whine and rock your hips back to meet his thick base. You wholly accept that this is where you belong while your husband pulls you up by your hair to whisper into your ear, “If his filthy hands touch you again, I’ll kill him.”

Fuck, he’s so hot.

#triggering content #triggering themes #yandere themes #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #demon slayer #yandere demon slayer #yandere muzan kibutsuji #yandere muzan #lord muzan #demon slayer muzan kibutsuji #demon slayer muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan smut

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inoshibi1 · 1 year

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-Yandere! Doma X Escaped!Reader-

⚠️warning⚠️mentions of obsessive/aggressive behaviour and taunting.

Fandom: Demon Slayer. Character(s): Doma [upper rank 2 demon]

A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t very good. Please tell me if there are typos in it, I didn’t have a chance to re-read it♡♡

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It wasn't that you didn't enjoy being with Doma. He took care of you in the Eternal Paradise Cult and made sure that you felt loved and safe. More than anyone else had ever done.

But after so long, an undeniable truth did arise—you were bored.

A person could only stay cooped up in a room for so long. And while you did have plenty of entertainment, the need for something a little more exciting had taken root in your being.

So, it was how you found yourself in this predicament.

It didn't take much running to stumble upon an abandoned village. Dashing through and behind the buildings, you fell down running inside a small home. There were large wooden crates, you utilising them as an opportunity for a hiding spot. To secure your position, you pulled a piece of plywood overtop of the boxes, creating a concealed little nook.

And so you waited.

You knew Doma had followed you here, because you only got about thirty feet away from his home before you heard him calling out to you. And while you recognized that distinct teasing in his voice, telling you that he knew you weren't seriously trying to leave him, he still managed to instill a certain enticing fear in you.

Whether you actually lost him as you entered the abandoned village, or if he was just holding back was beyond you. It didn't matter, when the door to the room you were holed up in was unceremoniously kicked open.

Shoes sounded against the concrete floor, a clear identifier to who had made their entrance. Of course, his smug voice bouncing off the walls served the same purpose.

"Come on out my sweet Y/N. I know you're in here."

You heard his footsteps delve deeper into the room. Slowly.

Menacingly.

The deep baritone of his voice sent chills down your spine, amplified by the echo given off by the fairly empty area. "Y'know, if you wanted to play with me so desperately, you could've just said so."

He wasn't wrong, but you had a strange desire to push the demon's buttons. That, and you didn't know if he'd let you do something this risky if you asked. Still, you kept silent, a hand clamped over your mouth in an attempt to stifle any noise.

It sounded like he was pushing things to the side. Searching every crevice, the noise of wood scraping against the floor meeting your ears.

"If you come out now, I'll go easy on you when we get home....maybe." Doma snickered to himself menacingly , knowing full well how in for it you were the second he got his hands on you.

You could tell he was getting close, the rummaging nearing your position as he swept the room for your hiding spot.

Doma was nothing if not dramatic at times like these.

The furniture to your right were kicked over, the brittleness in the wood causing them to crumple under the impact. The commotion earned a frightened squeak from you, and the second it escaped your lips, you knew you had lost.

"Hm, what's this?"

You didn't have to be looking at Doma to know that there was absolutely demonic grin plastered across his face. The thumping of your heartbeat picked up, anticipating what was to come.

Aside from his shoes colliding with the concrete, a deafening silence overtook the room―until the low and threatening sound of his voice filled that void.

"Could it be...."

His footsteps came to a halt right next to your hiding place. The plywood was ripped from its spot.

"...a little mouse?"

Your gaze shot up, and they were met with Doma leaning imposingly over your crumpled form on the floor. Wild rainbow coloured eyes pierced yours, holding nothing but danger.

Not a second went by before you were scrambling away, dead set on making a break for it. Or at least, that was until an arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him.

"Where do you think you're going, my dear?"

Your legs kicked around, unable to connect with anything while you were suspended.

It was a split second decision when you lifted your head up to capture his lips, pouring all the emotion you possibly could into the act in an attempt to appeal to whatever amount of entertainment remained in his body.

His reaction was almost immediate.

He let out a noise somewhere between a possessive growl and a hum of approval as he kissed you back harder than ever before.

From how aggressively you were squirming in Douma’s grasp, you began to see him become more disheveled each time he let you up for air.

He had the faintest blush of pink across his cheeks, a few of the shorter strands of his hair were falling in front of his face - which would occasionally be caught in the kiss, not that he cared. He wasn't out of breath, but his breathing was heavy. He had transferred both your hands to one of his own in order to stop your squirming.

And the look on his face... The pure hunger that was there before he started was gone. Although he was still remaining somewhat civil, There was no denying that he was positively ravenous now.

After what felt like an eternity, Doma pulled back very suddenly, the sheen of sweat that had been shared between your two bodies leaving you unexpectedly cold and confused

It wasn’t until you completely caught your breath when a fit of uncontrollable giggles escaped you as he playfully spun in a circle with you in his arms.

"Noooo, let me go!"

He laughed at your demand, the taunting lilt to it making you shiver. "I'm sorry my dear but I can't. You're in big trouble after this."

In mere seconds, Doma had maneuvered you to be slung over his shoulder, surprising you once again with how strong he really was.

"H-hey! It's your fault for not taking me anywhere fun, I mean you could've at least—"

You yelped when a hand came down on your ass to silence you, prompting you to squirm fruitlessly in his surprisingly iron-like hold.

Doma began heading for the exit of the abandoned home as he spoke. "My dear, we've been over this, you've got everything you need back with me in the cults paradise." He shifted you so that he could pin your still struggling legs down before continuing. "And maybe if you didn’t keep up with that misbehaving attitude of yours, I'd actually be able to take you somewhere nice for a change."

You perked up at the notion—not knowing that Doma had ever actually considered letting you roam a little more freely. "Wait—really?"

He chuckled at your disbelief, pushing the front doors open. The cool air of the night hit your body, causing you to pull yourself closer to the heat radiating off of him.

"Yes, but before I let any of that happen, someone's gotta learn their lesson on what happens when they are disobedient."

Unconsciously, you tensed at the notion, knowing his methods of reprimand would have you in for a long night. It wasn't that Doma would intentionally hurt you, it was just that he would take advantage of all your little weaknesses he'd come to observe. And you knew that he'd make you betray yourself in all the best ways, and somehow get you to enjoy it at the same time.

Sensing your bubbling anticipation, Doma satisfyingly smiled to himself. He made his way through the deserted back streets, not bothering to put you down for fear of any more shenanigans.

Your fate was determined. You'd never be able to get away from Doma, and really, you didn't want to.

"...Now, shall we go back home, my dear?"

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x gender neutral reader #demon slayer x y/n #tw yandere #kny douma #yandere douma #douma x y/n #lord douma #douma x reader #demon slayer douma #upper two #tw obsessive behavior #yandere x darling #tw obsessive love

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cooler-ian · 1 year

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Diavolo is kind of a shit ruler if actually you think of it from the demon populations perspective, just imagine

This fucking guy (who is essentially a millennial in demon years) comes around and starts spreading pro angel, pro human propaganda and forcing grown ass adults to go to school?

I'd be the first to try and organize a hostile takeover and get my ass ran by Lucifer and Barbatos

Also the devildom is like, so fucking dystopian and fucked up, like RAD is literally used to control the residents of hell in the most direct way possible, forcing them to wake up and attend "classes" and get punished if they take part in typical demon behavior? All in the name of their shitty rulers SON? Like wtf he's not even the king why can he do this

I'd be so mad if I was older than Diavolo and got the news that I was being forced to go to some cheap human school replica

I'd try to kill him honestly

"RAD student body" what a fucking joke those are tax payers, Diavolo

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yanderes-galore · 8 months

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Based on a poll I did. I wanted to do a short story but couldn't find enough ideas for a plot. This is mostly just me spilling potential fic ideas. Lemme know if you all like this idea :D

Yandere! Demon Lord! Reinhardt Concept/Ideas

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Attempts at forced marriage, Dubious relationship, Possessive behavior, Violence, Implied murder, Ownership.

A lot of this has to be HC because the actual even doesn't say much.

In the event all we know is Reinhardt takes the role as a Demon Lord who wants to rule the world with demons.

He lives on Mount Malevento which is like a volcano.

That's about all we get as even his role isn't taken seriously, lol.

So I feel you could write him in two ways.

A sadistic demon lord who wants to rule the world and make life Hell for everyone.

Or he's a bit misunderstood, actually being rather lighthearted rather then sadistic but keeps the same goal of ruling the world.

The second idea would bring out Reinhardt's usual persona more.

Either way how you'd most likely meet through kidnapping.

Y'know, it's the traditional tale of a royal being kidnapped by a dragon or demon.

You could be a royal, a close friend of the Queen, or maybe even a civilian.

You're picked seemingly by random or because Reinhardt sees you as a bargaining chip.

I feel the dynamic would be you two slowly getting to know each other while you're a prisoner.

For this I'd imagine Reinhardt has a castle on top of Mount Malevento.

He'd keep his darling there in a cell until he can trust them.

Of course I could have this concept and story go the usual way of sadistic demon with unfortunate darling.

But I'm actually partial to the idea of Reinhardt being misunderstood.

Like, for a Demon Lord he's strangely jovial.

Even though he has you in a cell, he comes to speak to you himself and often asks all about you.

It's strangely innocent as he makes sure you have perfect hospitality.

Demonic servants are at your beck and call because their Lord has a strange adoration towards you.

This version of Demon Lord! Reinhardt is my favorite as it still feels like Reinhardt?

He gives you grande meals to your taste, he offers you clothes, and punishes any other demon who lays a claw on you.

For looking like such an intimidating ruler, he really is softer than he looks.

There is still some sadism but he treats you well.

I imagine this could be a darker version of "Beauty and The Beast" except Darling is GN.

A twist that could be done is Reinhardt is actually just acting really sweet to tempt you.

That could add in incubus elements along with other ideas of "temptation" usually involved with traditional demons.

Perhaps Reinhardt is actually slowly making you used to him.

Soon you're not in a cell and instead in your own room, decked out in reds and blacks while lined with gold.

Reinhardt makes everything seem like a dream.

Who knew the big scary "evil" Demon Lord was actually such a nice guy?

Reinhardt's plan is probably to make you fall for him willingly.

He'll go through the slow a meticulous courting process... then maybe even convince you to marry him.

That would mean all his sweetness is just for his own benefit in the end.

It could all be a facade just so he can get you as his little spouse.

Imagine if you began to realize his true nature?

You've seen how he treats all the other demons, he's brutal.

Yet he's so sweet with you?

Like he isn't a corrupt demon who murders?

I think if you stopped being receptive to his jovial and sweet persona he'd swap his tune rather quickly.

Once he realizes he isn't winning you over anymore you'll probably see the more fierce persona.

You're going to love him like he planned, like it or not...!

"Do you really think you can ignore me that easily, dear?"

I imagine if you rebel he's going to not mind giving you Hell.

He may berate you more or be more forceful since you aren't complying.

He's given you everything and you toss it back in his face?

Unbelievable.

Reinhardt would be the type to force you into his lap while on his throne.

He feels you belong to him.

He tried being nice, he tried treating you like you were equals...

But that isn't working, is it?

As a result, he'll just need to rush things.

Soon you'll learn fighting him is pointless.

A Demon Lord always gets what he wants.

He'll be treated as a king!

Even if you'll no longer consent to marriage willingly, that can change.

I feel this would be a good way to incorporate Reinhardt being sadistic while also being himself.

Go along with things and you'll be treated like royalty by the large demon.

Despise him and fight... then he'll show you how real demons act.

Overall, Demon Lord! Reinhardt could ironically make your life Heaven with the cost being your freedom and loyalty to him.

Or he could make your life Hell if you try to leave him and his generous hospitality.

#yandere overwatch #yandere reinhardt #yandere overwatch reinhardt #yandere demon lord reinhardt

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the-banana-0verlord · 10 months

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Hello! My name is Lilian the Banana(Lilian not my real name though) and you’ve tumbled across my blog! I am writer who specialises in X Readers, especially for the anime game Twisted Wonderland. I can write for other fandoms if requested, although my requests are closed as for now. The fandoms I write for other than Twst are:

🌻 Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba 🌻 Obey Me! 🌻 Link Click 🌻 Nevermore(on webtoon) 🌻The dark Lord's confession(also on webtoon) 🌻Revolutionary girl utena Now this is what i will write about mainly: 🌻 Angst, fluff 🌻 Yandere 🌻 Male and female characters, although mainly male characters 🌻 crack fics And now what I won’t write under any circumstances: 🌻 NSFW, smut(please keep in mind I am a minor) 🌻 Some specific characters in the fandoms listed(ex: Zenitsu or Rollo Flamm) 🌻 Characters under 14(unless it’s platonic) 🌻 Male readers (as I am a female, i always write with f!reader in mind, even though I mostly write gender-neutral reader to include everyone, but writing a specifically male reader is not possible for me) Here is my masterlist, containing everything I’ve wrote. I’m also running a long term Dracula x F!Reader fanfiction on Quotev moots list Lilian and Mallilian Aus masterlist Oc Masterlist Drawing box Where to find me on various platforms

Current event(s):

Fall Season event // Winter season event // Spring season event // Summer season event

side blogs:

@the-banana-0verlord-reblogs -- reblogs blog @the-lord-of-malevolence --malleus roleplay blog @the-king-of-thorns -- overblot malleus roleplay blog @bestutenacharactertournament --tournament blog for the best revolutionary girl utena character @lilian-draconia -- for self-shipping

Tags:

#bananawrites --For fics #bananadoodles --For my art #heoverlordmonologues --For anything random #mallilian --Self-ship tag with Malleus #bananareblogs --Self-explanatory #banana’s moots --My mutuals <3 (might do seperate tags for each of them) #bananaanswersasks --also self-explanatory

About me:

🌻 My pronouns are she/her/they/them and I’m aroace 🌻 I am a scorpio 🌻 I am a French Canadian from Quebec 🌻 My hobbies other than writing are drawing and making puzzles 🌻 My favorite character in Twst is Malleus, with Deuce and Jamil following closely 🌻I’m fifteen 🌻My favorite aesthetics are light and dark academia + cottagecore

My requests are currently closed but if you simply want to talk my askbox is open, anon or not!

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doubledgesword-2 · 2 years

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The Girl in the Grass Bully! Muzan x Reader (Modern Au)

It's been a while, I'm not taking requests at the moment until I gather enough muse to finish the ones in my inbox. In the meantime enjoy this lemongrass tea!

WARNINGS: drugging, sort of kidnapping, non con kissing ( nothing else happens)

“Who did it, hm? Who did this to you Tanjiro?”

“It’s ok, I’m alright, Y/N please”

If you don’t tell me who did this to you I will find out and after I beat them I’ll beat you. Who did this?”

Tanjiro let out a heavy sigh and you nodded sarcastically.

“Ok” you stormed off away from the group, Zenitsu holding back inosuke trying to go and fight with you.

You walked down the halls cutting through the crowds of students like a hot knife through butter. Then you spotted him. Muzan, kibutsuji Muzan. With a scoff and a growl under your breath you made your way to him and the small group of idiots he called followers.

“He tried to stand up, to me? Pl-“ he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Annoyed at the interruption he turned slightly but couldn’t even see you as your fist connected with his jaw.

Caught off guard Muzan stumbled backward. His group of friends were about to engage you and you were ready but he signaled them back.

Swiping at the red spot where he was hit, Muzan straightened up and glared at you.

You were so mad you were almost hyperventilating. Your tense and easy stance told him you wouldn’t back down just like the idiot he beat up not too long ago.

“You come near Tanjiro again, and a bruised jaw would be the least of your troubles. Do you understand?”

He raised a fine eyebrow judging your speech between stupidity or bravery. No matter the outcome he has to admit you had guts. He was the richest kid in the school and quite handsome. Everyone said yes to him even the teachers. He was by far the smartest and would beat into submission anyone who tried to rise above him. He had to be the perfect man.

“Are you deaf? I thought I just punched your jaw, or is your perfect brain still computing the words?”

He scoffed and smirked at you. “So, the brat had a girlfriend. What boyfriend lets his girl defend him”

“You don’t strike me as the smartest person in this hallway right now. I asked you a question I thought answering was what you were good at. Besides, what I am to Tanjiro is irrelevant. I could be his damn mother for all you care. Stay. Away.”

You turned to leave. “And what if I don’t?” He taunted.

You didn’t even turned just side glanced at him with your iciest glare, “Keep coming and you’ll find out.”

With that you kept walking leaving a smug Muzan behind. He was intrigued.

That was the first time you had caught his eyes directly. But no matter to him you were easy. If you were really that brats girlfriend then he wouldn’t have no trouble at all getting you all to himself like another conquest.

He huffed in amusement.

“Do you want us to take care of her?” Kokushibo asked behind Muzan.

“Let her be. I’ll take care of her myself” That was a promise.

You on the other hand went about your merry way to Tanjiro and your friends. After patching him up, you walked him and his sister to their dorm. The three of you have lived next to each other and have been childhood friends. You were there when his father sadly died, when his single mother had Nezuko and your parents helped her with everything they needed. So when he started getting bullied by a spoiled rich kid, you jumped in front of him and stood up to the guy and his group of good for nothing brats. You hated to see the amusement and gleam of sick excitement they got from beating those lesser than themselves.

Everything had been going smoothly, you had all started your first year in college and thought you were past these stupid castes and bullies. But it turns out college made it worse. You had all protected each other’s backs and those who were smaller and weaker. That is until the spoiled rich kid transferred and all hell broke loose. In front of the professors and RAs Muzan kibutsuji was the perfect gentleman, smartest student and the most diligent of all. But when the classroom doors closed, his aura shifted and he made 180 turn to his personality. With his red cold eyes and constant scowl he owned the place. Girls were always on him, left and right, but he swore he had a beautiful girlfriend, one he most certainly was cheating on with the pretty girl in his gang.

Bit by bit he started “recruiting” people to his masses, until he had a group of 7 assholes who benefited from his money and influence. Of course he was no idiot, and the people in his group were diligent and precise, not like him, but he believed they could be.

Your group of lone rangers were the only ones tough enough who could stand up to him and his goons. Not to mention the occasional upperclassman who was willing to help.

After decking his jaw, you turned a bit paranoid at the prospect of what they might do to you if they found you alone in the halls. So you all stuck together and waited for each other’s classes to be done to walk back to the dorms.

But that evening Tanjiro was called to work an extra shift on account of the person getting sick, Zenitsu had a date with Nezuko and Inosuke had to stay behind at the library with Rengoku for an extra help session with his math class.

You were alone on every front.

But you kept on an air of indifference and pure idiotic bravery as you exited the library with Inosuke’s screams in the background. You held two big tomes from your history, rolling your shoulders back in discomfort. It had been a hellish week and you were ready to lay down on your bed the minute you reached the dorms.

Your eyes saw the flicker of movement in your peripheral vision yet you kept walking as if you hadn’t seen anything at all. You reach the bus station and side glance the two guys who had been following you all this time. You had never seen them around campus and they didn’t look like Kibutsuji’s goons for friends. Still they reached the bus stop and were lingering around you. You kept a serious face, brows almost scrunched up in anger at the absurdity of the situation, while pretending you didn’t notice how one of the guys went close behind you. Your hands gripped the tomes as if they were your only lifeline.

Suddenly you felt the shift in the air as the guy made an attempt to hug you from behind. Your hand swung one tome hitting the guy in the face. You stood on the bench and kicked the other one square in the chest. Your hand swung again hitting the first guy with your remaining tome as you jumped over and ran.

You weren’t a runner but the adrenaline pumping through you was making you go faster than you had ever run before.

Your chest and side hurt from not breathing right but the footfalls behind you were a telltale of what would happen if you slowed down for even a second. Up ahead there was an nterception and as you placed one foot on the white pedestrian lights, the light turned red and the cars proceed to pass. Your hands turned to fists and you turned down another way close to the passing cars.

Suddenly there was a honk and a door opened.

“Get in” the man screamed. Your frantic eyes didn’t even glanced up to see who it was and you jumped into salvation closing the door behind you as the car sped away.

You panted and hyperventilated until a hand came down on your shoulder making you jump.

“Eeek!”

“I didn’t think I would see the day when you would look this scare” the teasing deep voice brought you back and your eyes looked up to meet two crimson orbs. Muzan.

You gasped hands reaching the door out of instinct.

“Hey, don’t be rude, I just saved your pathetic life from whatever it was you were doing back there,” His hand motioned you nonchalantly.

“Just leave me here I’ll be fine” you didn’t like the idea of sharing oxygen with the man you threatened two weeks ago.

“Why? So that you can get murdered and then the blame will fall on me? I don’t think so. I’ll drop you off at your dorm after I make sure your fine and nothing can be blamed on me. I have an image to maintain, after all. Besides whoever was running with you might know where you live. Did that ever cross your brilliantly stupid mind, hmm? You can come with me to my penthouse and after sometime I’ll drop you off.”

You had opened and closed your mouth like a gaping fish while he talked. Unable to find a flaw in his argument, you opted to stay quiet in a silent agreement. The worst thing was that his argument had the perfect amount of logic to make sense and deter you from doing anything stupid.

“Fine” you grumbled looking out the window.

“Lovely. Now don’t move and don’t speak, I can smell your sweat from here and it’s not pleasant” you turned beet red and wanted to beat him but he was holding the wheel of a moving vehicle.

After a couple of minutes you had reach his apartment complex, the place looked uninhabited from the outside but the lighted windows gave it away. Muzan led you into the lavish lobby like a gentleman insisting on holding your arm on his. The place looked straight out of a rich vintage magazine, all decorated with black marble and gold indents everywhere. Even the bellman knew him and gave him a smug look that made you scoff. You weren’t one of his conquests and couldn’t believe he didn’t correct the man.

The elevator took the two of you all the way up to his penthouse. Luxury couldn’t begin to describe the amount of wealth he had and how he displayed it. The place was big, decorated to look as expensive as it was, sparing nothing to the imagination.

Yet there were no servants around like you had been expecting. There was no one but the two of you.

“Where’s the entourage of servants willing to cater to your every need?” You had asked, tone voicing actual confusion as you sat down on his leather sofa.

He chuckled “Well as presumptuous as that sounded, I might as well satiate your stupid curiosity. I’m independent and can actually make my own food and all.” He answered sarcastically handling you a glass of water with a cynical smile.

“I see” you eyed him suspiciously but your parched throat couldn’t bear any longer and the water looked fine so you gulped it down in one sitting almost asking for more.

“Now in what pathetic little problems have you entangled yourself in to be chased like that, was it that you threatened someone else beating your boyfriend?” Muzan sat in front of you, smiling at your white knuckles gripping the glass hard.

“Actually, I was minding my own business and they were…going to grab me” you whispered the last part and with it came crashing down the weight of your exhaustion. It was now that you realized the real danger you had been in and how close you came to be a victim of whatever sick games these people were playing.

Your hand stopped gripping the glass as you set it on your lap looking at it as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.

“They tried to gr-grab me. I-I don’t know w-why- how? I-I don’t know what was going o-on” Muzan saw the shaking of your muscles and his eyes softened for a moment.

“You’re safe here” he said, the tone of his voice was the softest you had ever heard “How about you take a shower and I’ll get something started, hmm? I believe that would be the best thing to do now, what would you like?” You were flabbergasted and were doubting you had actually gotten in the car with Muzan. The Muzan Kibutsuji who had made Tanjiro’ and your’s childhood a nightmare. The Muzan who had bothered you even now in college and you were sure he had transferred just to make your life harder.

The same one who had given you a big pair of pajamas and underwear, telling you to not ask questions as he ushered you into the lavish bathroom to shower. The one that asked you what you would like to eat and was ready to prepare it.

You were pondering everything under the warm spray of water on your back.

After dressing up and patting your hair dry you walked slowly towards the kitchen, footfalls masked by the sound of the extractor.

“You did well, yes. But need I remind you I only asked you to scare her away not traumatize her… Are you telling me I’m wrong? I was quite clear with what I asked of your pathetic existence” Your blood froze and you were retreating back to the bathroom, eyes trained on the light of the kitchen.

Your back collided with a strong chest and before you could even gasp there was a pinch on your neck. You huffed, hand coming to hold the spot on your neck as you slowly turned to see a pair of rainbow eyes gleam with the kitchen light like prism rainbows. The blond gave you a small wave giggling as your eyes flickered between consciousness and limbo and your frame was tilting to the side.

“Cute” was the last thing you heard before succumbing.

Douma held your body close to his, sniffing your hair freshly washed. He couldn’t help admire your sleeping self in his arms: it was almost as if you belonged there.

“Douma” a deep voice called from the end of the hall making him look up.

‘Muzan-sama!” He replied in delight “You gave all of us the needles just in case and she had heard you…” he explained

“Douma” Muzan called once more glaring at the blond’s grip on your frame, his eyes then flickered to his rainbow ones and he softened his features “You’ve done well. Come you can share meal with me. Take her to my room.”

Douma swore he could feel the excitement in every cell of his body.

Muzan had dismissed Douma and the rest of his “friends”, who lived throughout the apartments, after dinner, wanting to be alone for dessert as he called it. He opened the double doors to his room seeing you laying down on his four poster bed, completely oblivious to his red gaze. You had changed into the outfit he had given you but he was sure he could get you to undress if he used enough of his charm. He will never know now.

Muzan straddled you taking off both your shirt and his as he lowered to your neck kissing it and sucking on the skin intentionally leaving marks. He wasn’t planning on doing anything. Just making you think you had given yourself to him willingly to have leverage over your head. The moment his lips touched your skin you squirmed a bit. Muzan continued leaving open mouthed kisses as he moved from one side of your neck to the other.

“…jiro” you quietly moaned. Muzan straightened looking down at you with a raised brow.

He lowered once more kissing and sucking on the spot.

“Tanjiro…” you moaned a little louder making him scoff an incredulous laugh. The circumstances couldn’t be better and he thanked his stars his phone was closed by.

You woke up groggily and with a pounding headache like you had slept too much. You tried to turn on your side but a pair of arms weren’t letting you. With wide eyes you attempted to jump away only landing as far as the border of the bed and letting gravity do the rest.

“You’re awake? Did I not do a proper job this time? I thought you were going to be too satisfied to wake up, isn’t that what you said, dear? you froze.

“W-what?”

“Ahh was the drink too much? I didn’t know you were a lightweight”

“What are y-you talking about? You drugged me, you-your little goon” you stood angry, pointing at him like a toddler explaining why they were right.

Muzan looked at you unimpressed and shirtless holding the covers close to his waist.

“Your blond goon drugged me and you-you planned the whole kidnapping thing, didn’t you?”

“Do you have proof?”

“I heard you in the kitchen, right before you drugged me”

“Tsk, so annoying. Make up your mind was it me or my goon?”

“You know what I mean” your eyes glinted in anger. Muzan removed the covers and stood nonchalantly “And put something on I don’t wanna see t-that” You turned away from him.

“I’m not undressed. You are” you looked down to see you were in your underwear and immediately grabbed the blanket off the bed to cover yourself.

Muzan grabbed his phone and made his way closer to you.

“Step back” you hissed.

“But I need your undivided attention to listen to my proposal?”

“P-proposal?”

“Yes. You see, you threatened me in a crowded hallway surrounded by the majority of students who worship the very ground I step on. When they saw the way you talked to me they thought they could do the same and let’s say some of them are still picking up their teeth from between the community park’s blades of grass” you shuddered, skin prickling with anxiety and fear.

“It was your fault what happened to them, but I couldn’t let that disrespect go unanswered. After all these years you and your little boy toy have always stood in my way no matter what it was I wanted.” Muzan smiled to him himself as if he were reminiscing “Back then I didn’t know what I truly wished for. But now…now I know. So here’s my proposal, I want you to be my girlfriend and distance yourself from your little group of miscreants, in exchange I won’t beat your boyfriend and his friend to an inch of their lives”

“You’re insane” you told him with clenched teeth and tears in your eyes. The grip on the blanket hardened until your knuckles were white and you could feel your nails dig into your palm through the fabric.

“What if I am, darling? What if I am? That’s not the answer. Think harder this is a yes or yes question, dear. Otherwise…” he unlocked his phone and showed it to you, red eyes smugly looking into yours as his thumb pressed play.

“…jiro” You heard yourself moan as Muzan kissed your neck. Your hand went to your mouth in shock. Tears finally sprung from your eyes rolling neatly down the apple of your cheeks.

Muzan chuckled darkly in the video laying down besides you and recording himself as well “it’s amazing what a couple of kisses would do” he then grabbed your chin pulling your face close to his as he kissed your cheek and you whimpered nuzzling him. In the video he eagerly nuzzles back and you two look like big cats.

The video paused.

“I have so many contacts in this phone but….” Muzan clicked a couple of times against the screen of the phone and then showed you once more “I think he would love to see this the most, don’t you think?”

The video was set up to be sent and the sender was none other than Tanjiro himself.

You cried silently and harder as your knees buckled and you fell to the ground. Your hands went to your neck trying to feel the hickies he had left on your skin.

Muzan stepped closer to your shaking form and kneeled in front of you. His fingers came under your chin and he lifted it to meet his eyes.

“Choose” he said firmly.

“I-I’ll…Hah, I-I’ll be your girlfriend” you had sealed the deal with trembling hands.

“Good” your heart felt squeezed but relieved “But just for good measure, I wouldn't want to send the wrong message. After all we just got together” you heard the tap against the screen. Your eyes widened as you saw the message had been sent. Muzan dropped the phone in front of you and you grasped it desperately, trying to undo the message. He stood leaving you frantic and went to the doors of the room.

“Ahh and one more thing, no one needs to know about this deal” he held one finger over his lips in a shushing motion while he smugly looked down on you.

“If anyone asks…you’re taken and I don’t share what’s mine” with that he left you in his room, a mess.

#fanfic #muzan x you #kimetsu no yaiba muzan x reader #muzan imagines #muzan x reader #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #yandere muzan #demon slayer muzan #lord muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x y/n #kny douma #tanjiro kny #tanjirou

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kalinysu · 10 months

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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?

#demon slayer #kny #muzan #muzan fluff #angst #muzan x you #lord muzan #kny muzan #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji #demon slayer muzan #yandere muzan

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xeyedartworks · 7 months

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He’ll make you feel better 💜

#asmodeus #demon #seven deadly sins #lord of lust #gothic #gothic art #dark love #yandere #devil #illustration #digital art #monster #boy #xeyedmutt #xeyedartworks #procreate art

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thelifeofplums · 2 years

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The Sixth Lord Ft. GN!MC & Beelzebub

Trigger Warning: Non-con, mentions of eating MC, prey/predator vibes, yandere, dark

Hey, I’m back! And I’ve finally finished Beel’s version. I said I’d do Mammon’s and i’m working on it but......it’s gonna take a bit longer lol. Anywho, enjoy (?) ~ Plum

Run. Run. Run. Run.

Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.

He’s coming.

Your feet pounded on the root covered earth as you ran as fast as you could through the forest. Heart beating faster and faster and your breath shaky, it took everything in you to focus on your surroundings and keep from running into the trees or hurting yourself. Branches snapped and whipped at your face as you ran and you were sure your face was covered in bloody scratches by now.

It didn’t help that the forest was nearly pitch black save for the moonlight that managed to slip through the branches above your head. If it were up to you, you would’ve left when the sun was out but had you not left when you did...he’d already have you.

Your foot caught a root for the third time and you went tumbling down, your wrist landing awkwardly causing you to yelp in pain.

It hurt. It was tiring. And you wished you could just pause to take your breath.

But you knew that if you stopped now, your already slim chance of getting away from him would fade. If you wanted your freedom you had to run now. If you wanted to keep from being wholly consumed by the one they called the Lord of Flies, you had to run now.

You struggled to rise to your sore feet as your body cried out in exhaustion and you slowly stumbled through the forest, desperate to get as far away from this cursed kingdom as soon as possible.

It won’t matter.

He’ll still find you.

Panting, you swallowed stiffly, your throat parched from breathing so heavily. It felt like you had been running for hours and yet you still had a far distance to cover. Out of exhaustion, you felt yourself lean against the tree, your eyes closing.

You knew you should still be running, but your body wouldn’t listen.

“I need to keep going,” you panted as you tried to take a step forward but it only caused you to collapse.

Your wrist was hurting, your face was aching and you couldn’t stand. How were you going to make it? You couldn’t go on.

Snap!

Your head whipped back at the sound, your heart lurching in your chest before seeing a bunny jump out from the bushes. For a still moment, it stared at you, its blank black eyes seemed to gaze into your soul, almost as if the bunny were trying to tell you something.

Suddenly, its ears perked up, its head twisting to look at something in the woods. The hair on your back prickled and you looked in the same direction, your heart filling with fear. But what the bunny saw, you couldn’t, the trees were too dense and the night too dark.

The next thing you heard was the bunny hopping away, its steps becoming quieter as it left you sitting in the woods alone.

Trembling, you got up on shaky legs and managed but one step before you felt your body freeze in what you could only describe as terror.

A grumble like the roar of thunder felt as if it rumbled throughout your entire body and the sound of heavy footsteps made their way to your ears.

You didn’t have the energy to run anymore but you couldn’t give up when you had gotten so far. In desperation, you silently hid behind a large tree just as you felt the forest go silent in response to yet another loud grumble that came from the demon that was after you.

“Y/N.”

A shiver crawled up your spine and you covered your mouth just as a slight whimper was about to escape your lips.

“I can smell you, Y/N, there’s no point in hiding.” The voice of the man you thought you knew drifted over to where you were, “Come out now.”

You didn’t dare move a muscle, afraid of the tiniest sound being heard by the demon you were hiding from.

He sighed loudly, “I should’ve eaten your legs when I had the chance then you wouldn’t have done something like this.”

My legs?!

Your heart stuttered and you fought the urge to look down at your trembling legs that could barely hold you up.

His words made you think of the reason why you were here in the first place. Having served in his castle for years, it was a surprise you never found out sooner who the Lord of Flies really was.

A demon.

He was a blood hungry demon.

And he was surely going to eat you once he found you.

“Come out Y/N, don’t make me come and find you,” the Lord of Flies said, his voice causing you to flinch and you could swear it was getting closer to where you were hiding.

Did you dare to check? Or would you risk it and attempt to run?

But what difference would it make if you ran or stayed, you wouldn’t escape now that the Lord of Flies was so close.

“This is your last chance, if you don’t come out from behind that tree, I’ll drag you out myself.”

It took everything in you not to faint from the pure terror that ran through your entire body.

He had probably known from the very beginning, simply toying with his meal like a cat would with a mouse.

But you really never stood a chance. Wouldn’t it be better to end your suffering rather than to keep struggling only to be caught? Why hope for something when you knew you’d only be disappointed?

Defeated and consumed by the fear of disobeying the Lord of Flies, you slowly stepped out.

Amidst the darkened forest, his large figure brought a new sense of terror. His glowing eyes stared right at you with hunger and something else that you didn’t recognize.

The air around you felt tense and you only felt it grow tighter as the demon came closer.

“P-Please d-d-d-don’t eat me,” you managed to stutter out, your voice sounding weak.

You looked down and away from the demon’s burning gaze, staring down at your feet.

The forest was silent as the demon simply took his time in observing you like you were a piece of meat. The crickets that chirped remained silent as if they knew something otherworldly was among them. And the wind that rustled the leaves stilled which brought an unnatural silence that felt suffocating.

Suddenly, you heard the crunch of leaves and branches and before you knew it, the demon had pulled you into his arms. You immediately tried to push back but your sprained wrist shot a searing pain through your arm and you cried out.

“What are you going to do to me?” You asked fearfully, unable to escape the Lord of Flies strong arms.

The demon said nothing before pushing you against a large tree and pinning you there with his own body.

A familiar grumble came from the Lord of Flies and your breath hitched as your heart skipped a beat.

“I’m hungry,” he let out in a low guttural growl, one of his large hands landing on your neck as he kept your head still. He leaned down and grazed your neck with his nose, teeth pricking at the skin as he placed his mouth on the soft spot which sent a warm shiver down your spine.

A sob slipped past your lips and you could only squeeze your eyes shut as tears started to fall.

This was the end, you were sure. Just a few more seconds and your throat would be torn out and the Lord of Flies would have his fill. You simply wished it’d end quicker and that he wouldn’t torment you like this.

“I was thinking...” the Lord of Flies started, “How I would eat you once I caught you...but then I remember I don’t want to hurt you...”

You didn’t respond, your eyes still closed.

“How can I eat you without hurting you, Y/N?” The Lord of Flies asked and you felt his hand cup your face gently, “I want to be able to keep you forever because I truly love you....but then you smell so good and I can’t help but want to taste you.”

He licked a long strand along your throat as if to emphasize his words and without meaning to you let out a soft whimper. And despite your situation, you felt your body heat up as the Lord of Flies dragged his hands down your body.

“Wait....please stop,” you gasped eyes shooting open as you felt the demon tug at your pants.

His hand slipped under and you felt his fingers graze your most sensitive parts and you shuddered.

What was he doing?!

Your face felt hot with embarrassment and shame as you felt your body succumb to the demon’s touch. Your non injured hand gripped his wrist as if to stop him but you couldn’t push him away as the Lord of Flies pricked your skin with his teeth. A flash of fear went through you before the demon’s fingers moved against you. The pain and pleasure made it hard to think, it made it hard to focus as the demon sucked at your neck, leaving marks and bruises along your skin.

The demon kept at it and soon enough you felt your whole body still as your eyes saw stars. Your legs gave out and the Lord of Flies caught you before lowering you down onto the ground, allowing you to sit and take your breath.

He towered over you and you silently watched as he brought his fingers, which glistened with your essence, to his mouth and licked them. His eyes closed in pleasure as he savored your taste on his tongue. The sight got you heated again especially as his eyes opened again and stared down at you with a look of desire.

“More,” the Lord of Flies growled, “I want more.”

He knelt down in front of you, his hands going to your clothes as he stripped you of them, leaving you naked in the dark forest. The night’s cool air caused the hair on your neck to stand and you brought your arms to your bareness in an attempt to cover yourself.

“W-What are you d-doing?!”

His mouth lowered onto your pulse at your neck and you cried out. His breath was burning hot, leaving flames on your skin as he dragged his lips down...down...and down until he reached your lower parts between your thighs. Your non injured hand tangled in the demon’s orange locks, holding tight as he used his tongue to bring you to a new level of pleasure.

“Ack!” You yelped as you felt the demon’s teeth and you pulled at his hair, “P-Please....be gentle.”

The demon only growled back before continuing to suck and lick as if you were the best meal he had had in years. And perhaps you were. After all, the Lord of Flies had never tasted something as pure and sweet as you.

He got rougher and you let out the most erotic sounds you never thought you could make. Body in flames, you felt yourself melt under the demon’s touch and you arched your back just as you felt that spark alight in your core. A wave of euphoric pleasure crashed into you, tears prickling your eyes as you were overwhelmed with the sensation.

Underneath the moonlight, your bare body glistened with sweat, the cool air send shivers as it chilled your heated skin.

“My...My Lord, n-no more please...” you managed to whisper, barely having enough energy to keep your eyes open.

The Lord of Flies raised his head to look at you, his violet eyes filled with hunger and lust.

“It’s Beelzebub, little one,” he said, “And I’m not done yet.”

You pushed back, struggling to get out of his grip but his strong hands gripped your hips, holding you still.

“And don’t even think of escaping because now that I have you, I’m not ever gonna let you go.”

#yandere #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub #beelzebub om!#smut #gn!reader #shall we date #demons #the seven lords au #short drabble #fanfic #dark #demon brothers #obey me!#obey me! yandere #obey me dark

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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Demon Siblings

Request: Yandere older brother Muzan with prompt D1? (love ur fics btw!!)

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Prompt Request: “This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

Warnings: Yandere themes, delusions, slapping, Muzan uses his demon powers to punish you, reader tried to escape, blood, injured reader, Reader is a demon

Master List

Yandere Alphabet Prompt List

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Even though he says it hurts him, he doesn’t quite show it. That expression on his face is constantly neutral unless he’s lashing out in anger. It’s unnerving, especially to be on the receiving end of it, to endure his wrath.

Being a demon is one thing. Being the little sister of Muzan Kibutsuji is a whole different story. His punishments are vile, extreme, cruel, and he always tells you the same thing every time he lights your blood of fire with flames so hot they feel white.

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

But his tone is ice cold and calm, deadly like the venom dripping from the fangs of a snake. He glares at you with crimson irises, watching you intently as you writhe on the floor in front of him, beneath him.

You reach out for him. “B-Brother!” It’s all you can scream on an exhale. You can barely manage a singular breath.

Gripping the hem of his pants right at his ankle, you clutch his limb like it’s a lifeline. Salty pearls invade your cheeks, clinging to your damp lashes, but you haven’t the ability to cry. The pain is too much to even be able to wail.

You don’t even recall how you were able to shout for him.

The pain stops suddenly. You curl up in a ball on your side, hugging your knees, shaking violently.

Muzan crouches down, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Does my little sister still think she can go outside the castle against my orders?”

Feeling a fresh wave of defiance wash over you, you turn to glare at him instead of revering him with timid eyes.

“You say it hurts you worse, but I don’t think that’s true. I think…I think you don’t care if you hurt me, and you’re only saying that to make me feel guilty.”

“It seems you haven’t learned your lesson yet. It also looks like you’ve forgotten your place.”

An echo sounds throughout the castle, a sharp crack against your cheek, turning your head to the side. Then, you feel that same pain again, focused on your back this time. It’s overwhelming, and you feel whip-like cuts embedded in your skin.

“Muzan, I won’t leave anymore! Stop it! Brother, please?! End this! I’m begging you!”

How you regret being bold enough to say those things to him. You know better, yet for a singular second, you let all of that go to speak to him with a sharp tongue. You wanted him to know how much pain he causes you, but he’ll never know, he’ll never truly understand no matter how hard you try to convey it.

“Brother!”

You cross your arms over your chest, hugging yourself as you curl even further into a ball. The sensation in your back is growing even worse. The power your brother wields is unfathomably special, and you know that he won’t stop until his anger is satisfied. That could be minutes, hours, days, weeks from now. You never know with him, as fickle as a cat, as unpredictable as his many disciples.

Lying in a pool of vermillion, your chest heaves with heavy breaths as your glassy eyes scan upwards. You study him, the twitch upon his lips as he considers your broken form, his narrowed orbs casting a look of scrutiny upon you.

You both can’t look away from one another until he finally holds you by your arms, helping you to your feet. You take in your blood-soaked kimono with a suffering sob and wipe your eyes free of the salty rivers welling up and cascading down your cheeks.

“Don’t ever tell me I don’t care about my younger sister.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead. “Otherwise, I’ll have to show you the lengths I’m willing to go to just to prove it. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Shaking your head quickly, you know exactly what he’s talking about. More discipline. Muzan equates discipline with love, keeping you in line shows how much he cares about you.

“No, Brother, I do not wish it.”

“Very well, then. Let me see your back.”

You turn to him, and he sees that your back hasn’t started healing yet. He has no worries, knowing that the cuts will be closed within the next few minutes. He traces one large gash through the back of your open kimono with a finger, eliciting a sharp hiss and vocal cry from you.

“You’ll be fine shortly. Go find something to do now, something that won’t anger me.”

“Yes, Brother.”

So you disappear to your room and hide away for the time being.

All of that pain in your body, and he barely even touched you. A slap across your face was the only physical torment from him. It was his true power which tortured you into submission.

You shake your head.

I’ll never be able to escape him.

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