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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.
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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.”
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Yes!
I would really love to see reader admonishing Muzan for bloodying the house with the lower moons!
Reader: Seriously? You think this is funny, dirtying our home with your minions?!
HEHEHEHEH
You and your daughter were at a festival, having a great time.
And when you were ready to return you called for Nakime who teleported you to your husband.
You smiled happily and opened your mouth to speak before you paused.
You looked down at the bloodied platform, shielding your daughter away from it.
“Muzan Leslie Kibutsuji!” You shouted as Muzan quickly turned his head.
“Again?! You do this again?!” You yelled at him as your daughter giggled at the fact that her father was getting scolded.
“Y/N… You should still be at the festival…” Muzan said as he narrowed his eyes a bit.
“No! No you always do this! You make lower moons then you get rid of them!” You said as you set your daughter down.
“What if we have guests?!” You asked.
“We’re not having guests…” Muzan grumbled out.
“And what if we do?! What if our daughter brings back a nice demon slayer boy?! And this place is a mess?!” Okay maybe you said that to annoy him… But still!
“And is that my lipstick?!” You gasped out as you placed your hands on your hips.
“That’s it! We’re staying with my mother until you clean this up and learn how to ask!” You said as you grabbed your daughter.
“Nakime… If you please.” You said before hearing the bwing of the biwa.
Muzan watched as you and your daughter disappeared, a vein popping out of his forehead.
“That woman… She’s lucky I love her…” Muzan grumbled out as he changed back into his manly man form.
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Human! Muzan Kibutsuji Headcanons
SFW | NSFW
• Premise: You are the beloved wife of Muzan Kibutsuji, although it was a arranged marriage your love for Muzan Kibutsuji was real. so what is it exactly like being his wife?
{SFW}
- Muzan always hated the fact that he have a sickness that is almost impossible to cure so he is always mad about it leading to him having such a nasty personality.
- He mostly takes his anger out on his own Servants and his doctor to whom he refer to as 'Fraudulent Doctor'
- In the beginning, Muzan despised you and didn't want to be near you.
- "Why the fuck do I even need a wife? She's as useless as the servants!"
- You dislike his nasty personality but you also understood that he's only mad about his illness that he takes his anger out on others.
- Despite Muzan's cruel words and actions, you have continued to look after him no matter how hard he tries to push you away.
- But as time goes on, Muzan started to appreciate the love and care that he is receiving from you
- And eventually he developed feelings for you
- He'd still be tough on you, but not so tough.
- Sometimes when he notices how tired you are, he wouldn't say cruel words towards you like what he usually does but instead he would be quiet
- In the end, you would notice that he's too quiet so you started asking him questions if he's okay
- He would get mad at you for asking such a question
- "Do I look okay? I have a fucking illness you dumb woman! just shut the fuck up and rest for the day"
- His sentence got you confused, You don't even know whether he's being cruel or nice
- When it comes to drinking medicine, he would make a huge fuss over it saying that it wouldn't even work but when it's you he would just drink it quietly he would still roll his eyes at you though or let out a 'tch' sound
- He only wants YOU to take care of him and refuses to let anyone else to take the spot
- the only time he lets anyone else do it is when you are sick
- since his body is weak he couldn't really take you out on fancy dates
- but sometimes when he feels like having a date with you he would make his servants cook and prepare a romantic table just for the two of you at home
- Muzan's favorite thing to do is to cuddle with you, he won't admit it but he really enjoys your company and touch
- although he wouldn't really ask directly, he would stare deeply into your eyes in silent with a >:| face
- "Do you need anything?"
- "You already know what I want"
- Aside Muzan's nasty personality, he also have a soft personality that only YOU have access to
- When muzan can't sleep at late night, you and him would have a conversation about life and would often be joking around with each other
- "Would you find someone else if I died?"
- "Don't say stuffs like that, You will survive you just have to believe in yourself"
- "Don't be so dramatic Y/N. it's just a what if, I want to hear your honest answer."
- "No, I don't want to... I'd rather stay at your grave for hours!"
- "Just hours?"
- "No, I'll live in your grave"
- "Good"
- That conversation right there is one of the rare moments you have with him since 99% of the time he's an asshole to you and his servants mostly his doctor
- "Y/N, When my illness is gone. I promise to give you the best life you deserve."
{NSFW}
- DICK: 4 soft, 6'5 erected (Length), 6 in girth, curved upward, Veiny, hairy and tip color is ff9999
- He whimpers
- He's more submissive than dominant due to his body being weak
- You are the one who initiates
- His favorite part of sex is his dick getting sucked on by you
- He likes shoving his cock all the way down your throat
- And he thinks that you are really pretty with his cock on your mouth
- "f-fuck y/n. . . You're sucking it so good~"
- Since he has low stamina you are usually the one on top and the sex position you often do is Cowgirl and Reverse cowgirl
- While doing cowgirl his hands would be on your boobs playing with your nipples or sometimes they are just placed at your thighs giving them a squeeze
- If it's reverse cowgirl his hands would be on your hips and just like cow girl they would also be on your thighs
- You would bounce on his cock while he whimpers and begs you for more
- "ah~....ha~ ...pl-please more"
- Seeing muzan beg for more was amusing so you would tease him about it
- "Please what? Use your words my love~"
- He would get annoyed and grunt but greed took over him wanting more and more, he couldn't get enough of you so he would give in to your tease
- "Please Y/N...Please give me more of you"
- "Good boy~"
- And this is where you would bounce faster
- Muzan doesn't really use nicknames in sex because he's not really that sort of a romantic guy so he mostly just calls you by your own name
- And Muzan doesn't want any nicknames from you
- However you threatened that you would stop moving when he doesn't accept the nickname "Good boy" so he had no other choice but to accept the nickname you gave him
- When cumming he prefers to shoot it inside of you, into your mouth or all over your face.
- "Fuck... I'm close"
- If it's inside of you: he would tightly grip on your hips or thighs
- If it's into your mouth: He would ask you to stop bouncing and to suck his dick, after doing so he would have a tight grip on your hair forcing your mouth all the way down while his seed overfilled your mouth
- If it's on your face: He also would ask you to stop bouncing so he could pull out and come in your face, after cumming in your face he would cupped your cheeks admiring the mess he made
- He could only go for 1-2 rounds so if you are left unsatisfied and still wanting more he would just offer you to ride his face
- Poor muzan's dick was so exhausted after just 1 round
- "Seriously woman? Are you fucking trying to drain me?"
- "Please?"
- Muzan's greatest weakness was YOU, he couldn't refuse your request with that cute face of yours
- Too bad his dick was already exhausted so he offers another way to please you
- "Fuck you woman, Just ride my face and after this go kill yourself"
- Aftercare is important in sex but muzan is too weak to move on his own so you have to be the one taking care of him
- After having a warm bath together and putting on some comfy clothes You would bring in some foods for you and Muzan to eat together.
- After eating, Muzan will offer to let you cuddle with him to which you always Accepts and never once have refused.
- "I hate you but I also love you, but I still hate you more"
- "I love you most"
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#fanfiction#kny#demon slayer headcanons#kimetsu anime#lord muzan#demon slayer muzan#muzan smut#muzan x reader#muzan kibutsuji
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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
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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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HUMAN DAUGHTER OF MUZAN (Y/n) WHO DEVELOPED CLOSE RELATIONSHIP AND SPEND TIME WITH THE UPPER MOONS+RUI
Nakime Edition:
In the middle of the night, (Y/n) Kibutsuji, a six-year-old human girl, woke up. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, then quietly slid open her bedroom door. She tiptoed down the hallway of the Infinity Castle, exploring the moonlit corridors with wide-eyed curiosity. The only sounds were the soft echoes of her little footsteps in the quiet night.
As she roamed the Infinite Castle's hallway, (Y/n) unexpectedly encountered a peculiar biwa-demon. Startled, the demon spoke, "What's the little princess doing here? Staying up for humans is bad, you know?"
Innocently, (Y/n) inquired, "Nakime-san, where's my papa?”
With a measured response, Nakime replied, "My apologies, but Muzan-sama is busy right now."
(Y/n) nestled into Nakime's comforting clothes, murmuring, "I had a nightmare... I can't sleep." Sensing the distress in the young girl, Nakime, who was seated nearby, invited her to sit beside. With a gentle nod, Nakime began to strum her biwa, creating a soothing melody that wrapped around (Y/n) like a protective cocoon in the quiet expanse of the Infinite Castle.
Leaning into Nakime, (Y/n) whispered, "It's pretty." The gentle strums of Nakime's biwa enveloped (Y/n) in a calming embrace. Slowly, with a sense of tranquility, (Y/n) closed her eyes, surrendering to the lullaby of the biwa, until the gentle melody guided her into a peaceful slumber.
Observing that (Y/n) had drifted into a deep slumber, Nakime continued to strum her biwa, utilizing her Blood Demon Art to transport both herself and the sleeping (Y/n) back to her bedroom. Gently laying (Y/n) in her bed, Nakime ensured the little girl was comfortable before settling down herself.
With a sense of dedication, Nakime resumed the soothing melody on her biwa. The gentle notes filled the room, creating an enchanting atmosphere that cocooned (Y/n) in a realm of undisturbed tranquility. Nakime, the biwa-demon, stood sentinel over the sleeping (Y/n), weaving a musical tapestry that guarded her dreams throughout the night.
Muzan entered the room, and Nakime paused her playing, bowing respectfully. Muzan, with a stern expression, inquired, "What happened here?"
Nakime, still bowing, reported, “(Y/n)-sama had a nightmare. I played my biwa to help her sleep, and then I transported us back to her room. She's resting peacefully now."
Muzan demanded, “Very well. You can leave now,”
Nakime nodded and exited the room silently, leaving Muzan alone with the sleeping (Y/n).
Muzan's gaze softened as he beheld his daughter, (Y/n), peacefully asleep. Approaching her with a tenderness rarely seen, he leaned down and placed a gentle peck on her forehead. A rare, genuine smile graced his lips as he observed the innocence that rested in the form of his slumbering child.
"Nakime-san, thank you for last night. I hope you'll do that again whenever I couldn't sleep," (Y/n) expressed with a sweet smile.
"Of course, little princess, I would be happy to do so. I will be here whenever you need a lullaby from the biwa. Please come and find me if you ever feel scared or troubled," Nakime replied, her voice carrying a reassuring warmth.
(Y/n) handed Nakime a ribbon. With delicate fingers, Nakime tied it around her hair. “This is lovely. Thank you," Nakime expressed her gratitude.
"It looks pretty on you," (Y/n) added, sealing the moment with a heartfelt compliment that echoed through the quiet chambers of the Infinite Castle. The exchange between the two, bound by an unusual connection, added a touch of warmth to the enigmatic atmosphere that surrounded them.
From that day forward, Nakime became a constant source of comfort for (Y/n). Whenever sleep eluded her or tears threatened to fall, Nakime would skillfully pluck the strings of her biwa, weaving a gentle melody that cradled (Y/n)’s troubled heart. The soothing notes acted as a balm, calming the storms within the young girl and lulling her into a peaceful serenity. In the quiet moments of the Infinite Castle, the bond between (Y/n) and Nakime grew stronger, their connection a testament to the healing power of music and the unexpected friendships that can blossom in the most mysterious of places.
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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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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 😌
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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+
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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.
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His favorite | Muzan Kibutsuji | smut
Warnings: afab!reader, suggestive content, heavy smut.
Synopsis: You want an "award" from Muzan after a long mission.
"Lord Muzan!!!" You cried out happily to him after you came back after a mission.
He was intensely focused on a vile of red substance, mixing it with other liquids. "I've been informed that you have been doing really well at your job, y/n, becoming stronger, feeding off of me." He says while swirling the vile around.
Even though you knew he meant none of his praises, you still thought it counted. "Soooo..." You leaned in closer to him while not being able to sit still, "Don't you think I deserve....an......award?"
"An award, hmm?", "You mean my blood, don't you?" Muzan questioned you, only acknowledgeing you slightly.
"hmph! You know what I mean!~" you teased. He had his full attention on you now. "Hmm, so I see, what if I said you had to work for it?~" he teased back.
"But I already work hard enough! That's not fair!" You yell out while you cross your arms. He chuckled. You turned around, about to leave but you felt hands wrap around your waist. "Aww, don't leave y/n, I was just getting started!~" he whispered in your ear.
You felt shivers roll up your spine. But in the blink of an eye, Muzan had already shoved you onto the table he was working on.
"Lord Muzan! I-" before you could finish your sentence, he had pushed his lips onto yours. He bit onto your bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood but to make you open your mouth wider.
As you opened your mouth he pushed his tongue in between your lips and into your mouth. The make out session you were having got more heated.
Muzan started to trace his long nails on the outer part of your thigh, he slowly moved his right hand to the inner part, making you aroused. Causing you to get wet.
He pulled away, breathing heavily while looking into your eyes. "Lord Muzan, you-!" He cut you off "Shush, enjoy this moment.." Without warning he had ripped your clothing off of your body, exposing your lace bra and panties.
"Aww, you're wet for me~" he groaned in your ear. He backed away a few feet and analyzed your body, smirking in the process. Muzan walked back toward you, you felt him reach his hand in between your thighs, rubbing your clothed clit. "Strip." He demanded.
"Y-yes master!" You scrambled to undo your bra and panties, tossing them onto the floor near you. "Good girl y/n~" he praised. Muzan grabbed your legs and opened them wide enough for his head to fit in between. You could feel his curly hair on your thighs.
And at that moment, he went to work, kissing and licking your throbbing bud, occasionally sliding his tongue into your needy pussy. "Mng~ M-muzan~ I~" you moaned out.
You reached for his head, grabbing a handful of his hair, pushing him so he could reach deeper into you.
After a few minutes of him doing his own thing, you had reached your high. Your legs tremble from the orgasm you just hit, breathing heavily. Muzan got up and wiped his mouth.
"You're so good at that~" you whimpered. "Mhm~" he mumbled. Muzan had a hold of your waist again, and with a swift movement of his hands, he had pushed you on your back.
He got a hold of your knees and spread them open, obviously wide enough for him to see your still wet pussy. You heard metal clanging near your legs, you looked down and saw Muzan unbuckling his pants.
When he got his pants low enough for is erection to pop out, you blushed at the sight. "Lord Muz-ah~" You were going to ask him something but got cut off from his cock being shoved into you at an inhumane speed.
"ngh~ Muzan~ slow down!~ ah~" you whined. He didn't answer, he just kept ramming into you like there was no tomorrow, every few thrusts, his cock would kiss your cervix.
He let out a few grunts from your velvety walls clenching him every few seconds, "Fuck, y/n, you're tight~!" He groaned.
You started to sob from the pain and pleasure washing over you. "Shut the fuck up you slut~" Muzan demanded. You tried to shut your mouth but it wasn't working well so, He crashed his lips on yours again.
After a few intense minutes of his pulsing in your gummy walls, he was close to releasing. "Shit~ I'm so close~" he moaned. His thrusts started to get sloppier.
And soon enough he came, filling you up to the brim with his semen. It was hot but it didn't matter, your favorite person ever had just fucked you mercilessly. "Hah~" you whimpered.
He pulled out, zipping his pants back up. "Uhm, y/n, you should go get yourself cleaned up..." He whispered. You got up and put your garments back on, you walked near the doorway.
"Thank you, Lord Muzan~" you thanked him and walked off to your room, blushing like crazy.
OMG AHHHH, my first smut story I've written on Tumblr!!! I also wanted to say, I hope you're having a great day/night.
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Feral Muzan in the last episode had me like
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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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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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Idea: ones of muzan's lower moons, reader, finds the blue spider lily he wants so bad. Thing is, reader likes him and decides to propose a date with him with it as 1. a gift and 2, for his progress he desires.
fluff?
Sounds great!
Date With Muzan
Muzan Kibutsuji x GN!reader
Major fluff. Muzan is out of character. Mentions of blood. Reader is a demon. Slight angst. Reader is down bad for Muzan.
Your Pov
Its been two hundreds years now, but I've finally found it! I finally found the blue spider lily for the man that I love and admire. I wonder now if my Lord Muzan will finally know my worth and see me as the truly loyal demon that I know I am. And that none of the upper moons even managed the feat that I have.
Many moons later I finally managed to get an audience with the man of whom I desire. It took a while of convincing him to meet me some where other than the castle that he loves to reside in. I proposed meeting in a quiet little town to which he finally agreed. And now there he was standing before me with all of his fantastic and beautiful glory. Muzan was in his male form this time wearing a suit as his curly hair framed his face perfectly. I bowed showing my respect as his piercing red eyes bore into my frame.
"What is it that you want y/n?" he asked as I kept my head down.
"My Lord, I have found the one thing that you desire most. It is yours my Lord." I told him with a happy smile on your face.
"What is it then?" He asked rather impatiently
"My Lord, first I must admit something serious and please don't take this a sign of disrespect. " You said as you reached into your pocket feeling the blue spider lily in between your fingers. You then continued. "My lord I have admired you for a many many moons. I could go so far as to say I love you, my lord. Would you do me the biggest honor and go on a date with me?" I finally managed admit as I pulled the blue spider lily out of my pocket handing it to Muzan.
Muzan then took the spider lily out of my hand looking at it with awe and then to me with the same wonderous look on his beautiful face. He then carefully put the blue spider lily in his pocket as he grabbed by face with both hands looking at me with a rare but sweet smile adorning his face. He then kissed my head softly which caused and unfamiliar feeling to creep into my body.
"How brilliant you are to have achieved such a feat. Not even my upper moons managed to complete such a task. Therefore, you shall have your date y/n." He told me which left me smiling like a love sick human.
"You honor me, My Lord, thank you. And may the flower further your successes in your plans." I told him putting my hands on his and leaning into his hands.
"You have done well. Where and when you you like our date to happen?" Muzan asked taking his hands off of my face, which made me miss the feeling already.
"There is a festival of fireworks in this town next month. Is that alright with you, My Lord." I asked with hope lacing my tone.
"It's a date then." Muzan teased winking at me playfully. This made me chuckle in response. And as I was about to speak, he was gone. I honestly wasn't surprised knowing how unpredictable that man can be.
One Moon Later...
I stood in the same small town where I admitted my feeling for Muzan. I gave him the thing he wanted most to show him how much I desire him. I'm dressed in a traditional kimono, trying to blend in with the humans. I heard them whisper how attractive I was and how they've never seen someone like me. It was funny really, having these humans fawn over me. Excitement for my date filled my body giving me a smile that I truly haven't had since I was human, which was well over two hundred years ago. I now just hoped that Muzan would be a man of his word. With a sudden flash, the man is question appeared before me also wearing a traditional kimono that fit him perfectly. I was absolutely in awe by how handsome he looked, but before I could comment on his appearance, he beat me to it.
"My My y/n, you look stunning." Muzan complimented making my cheeks feel hot.
"Thank you my Lord Muzan, you look quite handsome yourself." I thanked him as I bowed showing respect.
"I hope this date of ours satisfies you. You have earned it." Muzan told me as he stood by my side taking my hand in his.
"It already has, My Lord Muzan." I smiled turning my head to look at him only to find him looking at me with that same smile that he graced me with one moon ago.
"Very well then. The fireworks are starting soon I also have a surprise for you so be a good little demon and pay attention to the show." Muzan stated as I did my best to contain my excitement. However, my efforts failed as he took my hand that he was holding and placed a kiss on the top. As he did so, he kept eye contact with me and I felt like i was going to loose it.
"Thank you." I whispered just as the sound of the first firework boomed in the sky.
The show was beautiful and spending it with Muzan made it even more special. The show lasted longer than I initially thought it would. Ever so often I would look at him, admiring his features. The luck I felt and the honor of his hand once more brought me a sense of warmth that I've never felt before as a strange liquid poured from my eyes.
"Pay attention now, y/n, your surprise is about to happen." Muzan spoke which made me pay attention to the fireworks once more.
To my absolute amazement, the show was even more colorful and vibrant than before. I wondered if the surprise was simply that Muzan asked them (or forced them) to make the show longer. However, after a few moments, the sweetest gesture was written up in the sky: my name. It was written in my favorite color with beautiful vibrant fireworks in the back ground illuminating my name in the dark sky. I turned to Muzan and before I could think, I hugged him tightly. I could tell that he was shocked that I hugged him, but I simply didn't care. For this gesture was so kind and thoughtful, especially from someone so dear to my heart.
"Thank you, My Lord." I said with glee
"You are very welcome, y/n. I hope you have enjoyed our little date, my little demon." He cooed wrapping one of his arms around my waist as the other stroked my head. I snuggled into him as he held me grateful that I was able to manage something impossible for him. And now I finally get to relish in the fact that I am in the arms of the demon I love. I will be forever grateful that I was able to go on a date with Muzan.
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"A Dream To Reality"
☆ MUZAN X READER ☆
GENRE: ANGST
I don't own the pictures used, a friend suggested it to me.
Do you know the difference between a dream and reality?
Because it appears, you do not.
The Air was cold, it was quiet and all that could be heard is the sounds of chemicals being combined together and a pen writing on a piece of paper.
You are currently sitting in one of muzan's table while waiting for him to finish his new experiment.
You were getting bored of just watching him mix chemicals one after another while writing on his book so you decided to start a conversation with the Demon King.
"Are you almost done?" You asked while fidgeting your Soft H/C. "Patience my dear." He responded. The man didn't even turn to look at your direction since he was too busy writing something on his book.
You let out a loud yawn while you rested your chin on your hands.
"fuck." Muzan muttered, he tossed aside his failed chemical experiments making them shattered onto the cold ground.
You noticed how upset he was so you got up from your seating position and walked towards his back to give him a backhug
Muzan calmed down when he felt your arms wrapped around his waist, You are the peace in his war.
You slowly loosen your arms around him as he turned around to look at you giving you a headpat and a warm smile.
When his body was fully facing towards your own, he grabbed your chin and brought his face closer to yours.
"You must be perfection itself"
He then pulled you for a deep kiss to which you accepted and returned, You could feel his soft lips smile against yours.
Once he pulled away from the kiss he gave you a teasing smirk and you were hoping he would give you a kiss you again because you couldn't get enough of his soft lips. He then let go of your chin to grab a flower known to be the 'red spider lily' from his table
after that he tucked in some of your hair behind your ears and putted the red spider lily in your gorgeous H/C.
You smiled at his gesture and gently placed your fingers on the red spider lily on the top of your ears, you were giggling like an idiot and Muzan was chuckling at your expression
"Thank you muzan! You know that I love you right?" You expressed while still gently playing with the flower on your hair.
"I wish I could say the same thing." He said as he turned to look away from you, once again writing on his book.
You were about to say something until he interrupted you "I'm not real."
You were about to protest but then again what can you say to deny his statement? After all what he just stated was the 'Truth'. He is not real
"Be a real person or not, my love for you is genuine and nothing in the whole universe could ever change that!" You replied while muzan was still looking away from you not even saying anything and he was still writing on his book.
You got a bit embarrassed by how he completely ignored you, "Are you listening?"
Muzan didn't replied for a few more seconds until he finally broke the silence "Hm? I didn't quite heard what you said earlier do you mind repeating it and saying it loud and clear so I can hear it?"
You got annoyed by his attitude, you know that he was just toying with you right now. But again this man is muzan kibutsuji so of course he will make you do the most random shits.
You took took a deep breath and exhaled 'Saying goodbye to your pride'
"Muzan Kibutsuji, Be real or not My love for you remains real and pure!"
You quickly dropped onto the floor and hugged your legs, burying your face onto your knees.
Goddamn your pride was destroyed
You couldn't exactly see muzan but you could feel him smirking at what you just said out loud a few seconds prior.
He then stopped writing and placed his book down on his table and he walked towards you and kneeled Infront of you.
"You are cute when you are embarrassed" He teasingly said, you still refused to look at him out of embarrassment and he noticed this making him chuckle.
"Look at me Y/N." He demanded, you hugged your legs tighter burying your face more onto your knees.
"I'll get you food if you look at me", Okay now he won, You are such a sucker for foods and he knows it.
You slowly look up at him and he gave you a playful grin "Oh?~ Aren't you easy to fool?"
"Shut up" You responded, he then put one of his hands on your cheeks gently caressing it while his other hand was holding one of your hands.
"Just like you, My love for you will always be genuine and real even if I am not real."
He paused putting his forehead against yours
"We don't live in the same universe but I do hope that the afterlife will favor us Though I do doubt it since I'm a demon..I'm immortal but it's okay to dream isn't It? I do hope that someday a miracle will happen and we will be brought to each other."
He gave you a smile and you gave him a small smile, You suddenly felt tears forming into your eyes and was saddened by realizing that all of this is just a mere dream
"I promise, I'll find you no matter what but for now...Wake up Y/N"
RING RING
TIME: 10;00 AM
You were suddenly awakened by the clock ringing and as soon as you woke up you found yourself shedding tears.
"Why am I crying?" You asked yourself.
You sat down and gently wiped off the tears in your eyes.
You couldn't fully remember what you have dreamed of but you just shrugged it off thinking it was just another weird dream, You were thinking of chatting your friend to hangout with them since it was the weekend anyways.
You were about to grab your phone just beside your bed until you noticed something next to your belonging
A red flower?
You grabbed both the flower and your phone, Trying to remember where the flower came from since You remembered locking your door and windows so it was impossible for someone else to get in
The flower was beautiful so you decided to tuck it behind your ears.
"Does it perfectly suits me?"
• FUN FACT About Muzan: He likes imported goods and his hobby is studying foreign language (STATED ON DEMON SLAYER FANBOOK)
• Should I turn this to a Isekai series?
RECOMMENDED SONG FOR THE DAY!
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think if reader had muzan's child and they're breastfeeding their baby & he see the child getting milk, would he be like 'hey. gimme some of that.'
i imagine reader would be flustered but down for it aha
SINFUL SUNDAY
Muzan found himself in an unexpected situation. Clad in his usual elegant attire, Muzan stood beside you, the mother of his child, as you cradled your newborn in your arms. The soft glow of the moonlight falling through a large window bathed the chamber.
Your infant, a delicate mix of human and demon heritage, nestled against your chest, eagerly latching onto your breast for sustenance.
Muzan observed with a calculating gaze, his crimson eyes narrowing as he fixated on the scene before him. "I want some of that too," Muzan's voice, smooth and tinged with arrogance, sliced through the silence. His eyes bore into yours, a twisted curiosity playing in their depths. There was a certain arrogance in his demeanor, as if he believed that even the act of breastfeeding held a power dynamic that he could exploit.
You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his audacity. "You're a demon king, Muzan-sama. I hardly think breast milk is on the menu for someone of your stature."
Muzan's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Stature has nothing to do with cravings, my dear mortal. A feeble concoction of life's essence, bestowed upon the weak and vulnerable is making me curious." The demon king circled around you, his gaze never leaving the child at your breast.
With a sense of reluctant compliance, you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance required to navigate the temperamental whims of the father of your child. Gently cradling the infant in your arms, you approached a meticulously crafted wooden crib, adorned with the most opulent silk blanket money could buy. You carefully nestled the child within the confines of its plush sanctuary.
Upon your return to Muzan's presence, you once again nodded, a gesture that carried the weight of unspoken acquiescence. The Demon Lord, perched regally, regarded you with an air of entitlement as he gestured for you to take a seat beside him on an elegantly crafted couch. Complying, you lowered yourself gracefully onto the plush cushions, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension.
Without delay, Muzan's hands moved with a possessive confidence, cupping yours breast in a gesture that bespoke both control and desire. Muzan deftly slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, revealing a portion of your chest. His gaze fixated on the rounded swell of your breast, brimming with nourishing milk. The baby's suckling had left the aureola of your breast darkened.
The demon bent down, taking the bud into his mouth. He began to suckle gently, ensuring the sharp edges of his fangs didn't cause any discomfort to you. As the milk flowed into his mouth, he hummed with satisfaction, savoring the runny sweetness that gradually evolved with each sip.
You found yourself in a bewildering situation, unsure of how to react as he drank your milk. Eventually, you tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder, seeking a semblance of stability.
He continued to suckle, delicately pressing against the breast with his chilly hand. His long, pointed nails lightly brushed against the tender flesh, making you yelp a little.
"Shhh," he whispered, taking the bud out of his mouth to look directly at you. "We don't want the baby to wake up."
Muzan swiftly removed your remaining sleeve of the nightgown, revealing your chest completely to his hungry, crimson eyes. He then shifted his focus to the other breast, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple. He took his time, gently sucking while flicking his tongue against the hardened bud. The milk spilled into his mouth again, prompting a satisfied hum. The entire experience, he realized, had an unintended consequence — his pants felt uncomfortably tight in the crotch.
The experience had a profound effect on you as well. You moaned quietly in relief as he eased the tension in your breasts by gently drinking the accumulated milk. "Oh, my lord," you whispered, gently caressing his shoulder.
Muzan took your hand and directed it toward his groin, where a noticeable bulge had formed.
Without a second thought, you sensed the texture of his hardened penis through the fabric of his pants and began to delicately massage it whilst his tongue massaged the erected nipple.
As things intensified, Muzan pulled away, fixing a stern gaze on your flushed face. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding. "I want to take you, right here and now. And who knows, perhaps you'll birth me another heir soon."
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“You can’t expect to break into someone’s home and think they’ll be okay with it, Muzan.” ||
synopsis: After meeting Muzan Kibutsuji through a series of dreams he had, he searched for you. When he finally found you, he’s become adamant on you staying his. You’re a bit more deadpan about the lovesick fool you found yourself with.
tags: fluff, slice of life(?), Muzan breaks into your home, thats about it
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Your insomnia has been killing you, finding that laying on your own nestling bed has grown uncomfortable each try you commit to falling asleep. You try different techniques or sleeping positions but still nothing. You fear that new pillows are needed with how much you try to squeeze them until you fall asleep. So, giving up, you put on a robe and head out to your kitchen to grab yourself a cup of tea and go out to your engawa to stargaze.
That was the plan, anyway, but a silhouette of man sitting on one of your dining room chairs ruined them. You halt your steps, fight or flight starting to engage. The silhouette was of a man with short hair and broad shoulders, accessories of a hat and a long coat. His back was facing you but the small shuffle of his body language made it clear he knew you were present.
“Good evening.” the shadow greets you, you stay frozen, trying to see through the dark room.
“Who are you?” you ask, taking a hesitant step forward. The man turns his head to spare you a side glance. That when you were greeted with a pair of red eyes that you could never forget. “Kibutsuji.”
“A pleasure seeing you as well.” he shows his dangerous sharp fangs as he sends you a smug grin. “If i may, you look as radiant as ever.”
You finally feel your body start to relax, taking a few more steps to take a seat in front of the demon progenitor. He had tea ready, with a porcelain cup in his hand filled with red liquid he pours you a cup of your own, though it was a humble cup of lemon tea. You inhale the scent, before taking a sip. This earns a laugh from the demon you were seating in front, your suspicions of his plans was something he found entertaining.
“You wound me, do you not trust me after all these meetings?” he teasingly says to you, sipping his cup of red liquid.
“You can’t break into people’s homes and expect them to like it, Muzan.” you retort.
You see a flash of his pearly whites as silence surrounds the two of you. You open your mouth to say something until a wind hits your shoulder. The demon was now right next to you, barely an inch away from your left. You shudder at the cold before he wraps his coat around your shoulders.
“Again, as radiant as ever.” he compliments, pecking your cheek before he takes a seat behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You feel him take a whiff of your scent and smile into your skin, taking a gander and kissing the small mole on your collarbone.
“What do you want?” you ask, trying to push his head away from your neck but to no avail. The demon was stuck to you like a glue, you sigh before relaxing yourself against him and taking another sip of your lemon tea. “Another kiss? You finally gonna kill me? What is it?”
“Live with me, (Name).” he replies, his arms around your waist squeezing you gently. His head was not raised so he could see you from the side, resting his chin atop your shoulder. “Be my queen.”
“So it’s the latter then.” you mumble, sipping your tea once more, deadpanning at the lovesick fool.
“Come now, we can rule together! Just like we should be.” he adds to his offer, you just pat his hair as you sigh exasperatedly.
“You had a few dreams about me and now you’re offering to make me, a woman you don’t know, your queen.” you deadpan, side glancing at the man who was looking at you with the most loving eyes you’ve ever seen. “Are you sure you want that?”
He thought for a moment, crossing his arms around your body, taking his thumb and index finger and turning you on your chin to face him eye to eye. You hum in confusion, cocking an eyebrow at his actions, before stiffening up when he leaned in to feel his lips clash with yours. He was gentle and passionate, his hands on your waist and yours fiddling with each other at his sudden reaction.
When you two broke the kiss, he was still as smug as ever, and you were left panting. You balled up your fist on his chest, sending an unseen glare at the demon king.
“Stop that.!” you say, he chuckles darkly at you reactions. Leaning in to kiss you again, you throw unbothered punches before kissing him back, relaxing your body as he grows more passionate with his lips. You let out a groan when he finally separates, you continue to shoot him a glare.
“You know i won’t, so why ask?”
“Im a woman who believes in second chances but with you…” you eye him again, voice trailing off before crossing your arms and letting out a huff. “You’re hopeless..”
“You adore me.” he replies back, nonchalantly. He presses another soft kiss onto your neck, trailing them down from your jar to your nape. You could only sigh and pat his hair at his clingy attitude, how in the world did you get here?
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