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Dealing With A Marechi S/O On Her Period.

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Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Blood, smut, sexual themes, oral sex; female receiving, oral sex during period, face sitting, mentions about fingering, drinking blood, eating human flesh.

Summary: Headcanons on the upper three and Muzan helping a marechi s/o through her period while keeping their stomachs full.

W/C: 2.5k+

In the time you’d been together, he had yet to smell your blood, it was hard enough to be placed in the situation when he always made sure you weren’t injured whenever he was around, and as such a high-ranking demon, he lacked the privilege to spend as much time with you as wanted, so the timings hadn’t lined properly for him to be present during your period either, but when they finally did without you being aware of your unique type of blood, to say the least, neither of you were ready.

Muzan Kibutsuji

Takes full advantage of the situation.

Has to take a step back to steady himself the first time he smells you.

Is initially worried you’re injured at first.

Plays his cards right and shows initial concern despite your body doing a normal biological function.

Is more physically affectionate to get you to lower your guard even more.

Gets you to admit out loud that you’re in physical pain.

Suggests helping you ease the pain.

Had never buried his face between your legs before.

Was actually kind of sexist about it and would’ve felt inferior if he placed your legs on either side of his head, because why would the demon king do that?

Still tried to refuse but smelling your marechi blood didn’t help.

Having a monthly supply of marechi blood sounded tempting enough.

So he suggests easing your pain.

Surprises you by finally spreading your legs after laying between them.

Keeps you around him for the entirety of the week.

Takes you wherever he needs to go to keep you close.

But never near any demons.

If necessary, he has Kokushibo watch over you.

Doesn’t necessarily refuse to not have you in his presence.

But refuses to leave you alone and unguarded for other demons to try and eat you.

Knows that Kokushibo won’t even consider so much as laying a finger at you.

Still refuses to get on his knees for you.

You always have to lay down for him.

Forbids you from wearing anything under your kimono to have easier access.

Instantly smells whenever your blood’s about to stain the expensive fabric of your kimono.

Licks you clean every time he smells you starting to bleed.

Which is multiple times throughout the day.

As soon as you express being relieved from the pain, he uses it as an excuse.

Prefers you thinking he genuinely and solely wants to care for his favorite human rather than admitting that he needs to feed like any living creature.

Because he refuses to so much as get on his knees for you, he obviously even more so refuses to have you sit on his face.

Not even hover.

If you ever suggest it, he’ll give you the meanest side eye and refuse to speak to you for days.

Still will not eat you out outside of your period.

The moans entering Muzan’s ears easily sounded different than usual, similar to the first time he had you take his heavy cock in your lower area, where he was currently lapping at you for the first time with half lidded eyes in a relaxed expression while laying on his stomach for you, hands on either of your thighs which obediently remained spread open for him with ease due to how the rest of your body had fallen limp upon the first lick.

He had his doubts at first, but he had to admit, it’s awfully convenient to have a marechi lover who was so willing to hike up the expensive kimono and spread open the legs beneath it to allow him to feed rather than having to go through the trouble of going out of his way for people to eat. A louder moan fills the room as he dips his tongue inside your sensitive opening after having licked clean your labia.

A shaky hand reaches for his hair in attempt to pull him closer only to be pushed away rather gently by the man at your thighs. Normally, he would’ve slapped away the hand because despite actually bearing affection for you, how dare you try to command him in any way, however, he supposes the meal you’re offering him is enough for him to turn a blind eye to your insolence… once.

Kokushibo

Very concerned for your health when he finds out.

Initially thinks you’re injured upon smelling your blood for the first time.

Takes a second (one too long in his opinion) to regain his composure after the scent of your blood makes him feel dizzy.

The opposite of Muzan.

Has eaten you out before.

And doesn’t mind doing it.

Genuinely suggests relieving your pain for your benefit.

Takes great pride in taking care of you.

Hardly even thinks of you as a source of food with how much he prioritizes easing your pain.

But does acknowledge that you’re keeping him well fed.

Another one that keeps you with him every time you’re on your period (they all do).

Doesn’t think much about if he likes or not getting on his knees for you.

But knows your height differences would make it a bit uncomfortable.

And prefers you lay down for your own comfort.

Will also eat you out whenever he smells blood on the way.

Enjoys doing so but does it mainly for your safety as to not attract any demons.

Doesn’t just drink your blood but also plays with your clit to actively give you orgasms to counter your cramps.

Gently rubs your lower stomach to further help with your cramps.

Or grazes it very lightly with his fingertips to give you goosebumps if he’s in a teasing mood.

Slows the pace after each orgasm as to not overstimulate you before picking it up again.

Overall treats you like a porcelain doll.

Would give you a break if you asked.

Even if you’re still bleeding

So long as you’re always close to him so he can keep you safe.

Soft gentle tugs to your clit force heavy breaths out through your nose, the occasional pinch making you clench around the soft pink tongue moving along your insides with your back tensing and arching off the futon briefly before a hand gently pushes down your stomach to press you back against the fabric beneath you in attempt to get you to relax, the tongue carefully moving back and forth as to not overwhelm your sensitive insides.

His eyes peek open when he feels your legs starting to tremble on either side of his face, the hand over your lower stomach carefully rubbing over the skin doing little to soothe you, his first pair of eyes looking at you due to your different than usual movements, unable to read any expression from your head being thrown back. “Are you alri-” He’s interrupted by your body falling limp against him and the unmistakable noise of you hitting your orgasm.

He’s quick to react and have his fingers gently rub at your clit, slowly licking over your leaking opening, his reasoning settling on your different reactions being from your current sensitive state. His eyes fall back shut again without his own hands failing to continue their ministrations, set on taking care of you and making sure you’re carefully brought back down from your own high as to not overstimulate you while you let him eat his fill.

Douma

Doesn’t even occur to him that you might be injured.

Knows that he would’ve been notified if you’d been injured.

Also takes full advantage of the situation.

Absolutely delighted to find out you’re a marechi.

He’s been surrounded by plenty women before and has eaten enough to know what a period is obviously.

As well as eaten marechi women before.

But has never stumbled upon a marechi woman on her period.

Is baffled that it never occurred to him to keep a marechi woman by his side for a monthly supply.

Immediately asks to feed off of you rather than asking to help with your cramps.

Used to have you on him 97% of times, now it’s 100%.

Eats you out wherever, whenever and however.

Very vocal about it.

Constant praises on your taste.

Gets actually hungry while tasting you.

But remembers that you’re a fragile human who he genuinely enjoys having around and therefore would rather not hurt you.

So he treats you as an appetizer instead.

And proceeds to eat one of the other women around after you’ve stopped bleeding.

Keeps you on him under every circumstance.

Even if Muzan calls him over.

Promises to do as Muzan says and be on his best behavior which he actually fulfills much to Muzan’s surprise.

If you were to actually be apart from him, he would ask in all seriousness for you to save your blood for him for later in a jar.

Another one who would forbid you from wearing anything under your kimono.

Probably forbids you from doing so even when you aren’t on your period.

Doesn’t even warn you when he smells you starting to bleed and immediately goes under your kimono.

If there’s anyone nearby when you start bleeding, immediately orders them to leave.

For your sake.

If it were up to him, he’d bury his face between your legs right then and there.

Messy eater.

Will definitely take you on his beanbag.

Will treat your period (as well as your fucking sessions) like some type of bingo or a list that needs to have locations where he’s taken you crossed off.

You feel yourself sink further into the large pillow beneath you with your legs kept hiked to your chest, loud continuous moans coming from the blonde between said legs, the incessant noises coming from him having won long ago against your own. A slight shift of your body moves your untied kimono further open with it finally slipping off your breasts and exposing your nipples to the cold air, the elegant fabric bunching around your torso between the folds of the pillow.

“Ohh, you taste just heavenly my darling.” Douma smiles after lifting his head from your bloodied messy folds, letting you take in the sight of his chin drenched in your blood, fluids starting to trickle down to his neck followed by his tongue swiping across it. “Now sit pretty for me and let me eat…” He coaxes in a low tone while slowly lowering himself, continuing to delve his tongue into your opening.

While a knot started to form in the pit of your stomach, the hollow filling in the pit of Douma’s own stomach started to grow, tempting him with having more than just a taste of your blood, but he couldn’t, he’d never forgive himself. He shuts down his thoughts and instead licks you with more vigor, his mind wandering to other women who he’d much rather eat before you, maybe the one who’d been just slightly less polite than usual when attending you, maybe she’d be able to satiate his hunger for a while.

Akaza

Is terrified when he smells your blood for the first time.

Especially when he notices what type of blood it is.

Immediately assumes the worst.

Thanks whatever higher power there is when he sees you’re fine.

Gets headaches from trying to keep himself in control.

And still refuses to leave you alone.

Absolutely would never under any circumstances let Douma get remotely near you regardless of whatever situation you’re in.

Would never suggest eating you out to relieve the pain because he doesn’t want you to think he’s using you for food

But wouldn’t blatantly tell you no if you asked.

Would need a lot of convincing to say yes.

Would be really worried because what if he accidentally hurts you.

Is also worried that what if he genuinely gets hungry while trying to make you feel better.

Would be very hesitant due to his rule against eating women.

But tries to convince himself it’s alright because he’s not actually eating you.

Because he secretly is very curious and tempted to try it out.

Finally says yes when your cramps get unbearable.

Absolutely loses it upon his first taste.

Would already eat you out regularly for his own pleasure.

But would do it with dignity composure.

Now gets overly pussy drunk.

Doesn’t stop even after you’re clean.

Just continues while waiting for the next wave of blood.

Eats you out like a starved animal when you’re on your period.

Another messy eater.

Doesn’t leave your side for your safety.

And your mutual pleasure.

Would enjoy you sitting on his face.

But fails to notice how he refuses to let you leave your seat once you’ve sat.

Despite eating you out mostly for his own pleasure, doesn’t forget yours and uses his fingers to give you as many orgasms as he can as a thanks for keeping him fed.

Has no shame in licking his fingers clean in front of you.

Makes sure to still give you plenty of head regularly after your period so you don’t feel like he just sees you as food.

Would wonder in the back of his head if your blood alone can make him strong enough to surpass the other upper ranks.

Would be damned if Douma found out what he’s doing.

“Are you su-” “Yes.” Akaza’s quick to respond, trying to hold himself back from yanking you down, instead, gently guiding you lower to take a seat on his face. It’d been a few cycles since he finally started eating you out during your period and in that time, he’d grown addicted, though that would be an understatement. And though he still much enjoyed spending his days face buried between your legs even outside your cycle, during was something far preferable.

In the last few times he’d helped you through your difficult time of the month, he started feeling as though it wasn’t enough, no, rather he wanted more, and so he suggested something new, something you’d never know if he’d thought about himself, seen somewhere or heard of. Once you feel your lower area come into contact with him a sigh escapes you with his tongue starting to move along you, pressing over your clit, licking between your folds, circling your opening and licking clean every crevice.

He continues to suffocate himself in the intoxicating smell of your blood and decides it still isn’t enough, not with you hovering. A yelp leaves your mouth at the sudden yank of your legs being pulled upward folded against each other by a pair of strong hands with you falling completely sat on Akaza’s face, a muffled moan heard from under you pulling your gaze toward him, taking in the expression of his eyes rolled to the back of his head while his tongue invaded your insides, refusing to stop tasting you.

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tinandabin · 2 years

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Another gen z reader pls!

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND.

Yandere Muzan x Gen Z! Reader.

Also, this will contain TRIGGERING THEMES!! It could be anything, like mentions of murder, blood, obsession, anything yandere related. Basically dark content, so if you are NOT comfortable with such stuff, please do not read this post!

Okay, so before we start this shit, just know that Muzan here is kind of gonna be like, only good to you and shit.

"My love, I'm back-" Muzan announced as he started taking off his coat like they did in those 90s shit. Or not. God, my memory is fucking shit. That does not matter, for the only goal in your mind at the moment is to find a excuse to get away from this ugly orange of a demon.

"Oh no, I forgot to water my baguettes! I am so sorry, I must take my leave right now!" Just as you said that, your baguettes in the background screamed, "Hydrate us, [Name]!"

I can't even properly tell you how hard Muzan face palmed at your so stupid attempts to try and escape his affection??? And he doesn't even wanna know who you bribed to wear baguette costumes and say to hydrate them.. What did you even bribe them with???

One of them was probably Enmu.

Muzan, himself doesn't know why the fuck he finds you so amusing. It's probably because you are like, literally playing with your life. Literally.

Evidence is the time when you once tried drinking bleach because first, it looked tasty, and second, you wanted to know what bleach tastes like.

And my God, it did not taste as good as it looked like! IT WAS A SCAM. No one ever scammed you this hard. It tasted like extremely concentrated swimming pool water.

Oh that reminds you of the time when you drank swimming pool water-

And in the Taisho Era, there is no shit like fanfics or memes so Muzan can more than often find random drawings...which are memes but his boomer brain can't process what's so funny about it. Like, talking croissants are funny- no, not the ones you find on Kids YT.

But as I said there are no fanfics, and my goodness do you love reading, proof is of you reading this. So let's hope you like reading books too.

No fanfics. What can you do? Probably read Shakespeare. I'm bullshitting my way through this, please deal with it.

Of course, after reading Shakespeare your grammar and vocabulary got a lot better! Which Muzan liked, a lot.

But,,,,, you being you, now even have more ways to insult Muzan. Like,

Thou base decayed ingested-lump!

Thou perfidious weather-bitten writhled shrimp!

Thou fawning fool-born filthy rogue!

And you could go on and on, but let Muzan have a break.

It's so funny to the uppermoons, especially Douma, when Muzan is just 'scolding' them by 'gently' smashing there heads in and you come in and go, "Awww, mama duckling scolding her ducklings..." As you pretend to make a video with your phone which you don't have because Muzan broke it because he's an asshole.

And as soon as you come in, somehow all the blood disappears and everything is normal as he kisses your forehead and asks, "What are you doing here, darling, did I not tell you to not leave your room?"

Everyone present could feel the temperature drop when Muzan said that, and that was not a good sign.

"YOU AREN'T MY MOM." As soon as you said that, you ran away faster than light because you are....idk. You were able to run away mostly because Muzan let you, but trust me when I say that he wasn't angry at you, more so at the demons who he kept at your room's door to prevent you from leaving the room.

And those poor, poor demons who were now begging for their lives as Muzan glared at them, "I gave you one job, one job.."

That's just when you had to again come in, "CUT!" You yelled, "Do it again, but this time, with more feelings." The demons and Muzan nodded, "ACTION!" You said as the scene started again, this time, with more feeling.

One time you just pointed at one ugly demon and said, "This does not spark joy," Muzan killed it. And then after seeing what Muzan did to the ones you said that to, "This does not spark joy," you said to Muzan. Pointing at him.

And after that, he was seen sulking the whole day because he thinks you hate him, which you do. I hope. I don't know.

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toxiccluvvv · 2 years

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How each demon reacts to you getting hurt;

Pairing: Gyutaro, Akaza, Kokusbibo, and Muzan

Content Warning: Slight mentions of rape and being sold (entertainment district arc) and murder

Word count: 1.2k words

Readers sex: Female

Summary: How the upper ranks would react to you getting hurt.

This is an anonymous request!

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Gyutaro

Would murder the person

Would be furious for hours

Daki walked to the home that Gyutaro and you shared, she was dreading it, because she knew that he wouldn’t take the news lightly..

She knocked on the door, waiting for her brother to answer. He opened the door with a small smile, “yes?” He asked knowing she doesn’t come around for nothing, “I have to tell you something.. just don’t freak out..” she spoke trembling slightly. “On with it!” He growled getting impatient.

“(Y/n) is hurt! Like bad! I took her to Muzan, but it looks like her clan didn’t want to accept that she loves a demon..” she spoke shaking her head, he growled before pushing past her.

He ran to your clans village, praying that you’d be okay when he got back. He growled when he noticed your clans people cheering and celebrating you getting banished and hurt, he pulled out one of his sickles throwing it with monster strength toward your clan.

The people screamed in terror as his sickle flew all around hitting every person there, he didn’t care about the damage, he was pissed. He walked out into the open walking to your father.

He chuckled as he walked closer, “you know, your daughter always spoke highly of you, but now that she’s hurt, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” He growled as he continued to get closer “But I won’t.. I want you to remember everything I did here tonight, If you EVER hurt her again, you’re next.” He growled as he turned his back to walk away.

When he arrived to where you were held he ran to your side, you stirred awake looking at the man, “what happened babe..” you whispered coughing. “Nothing.. it’s fine, just rest beautiful..” he spoke as he stroked your hair trying to soothe you back to sleep.

Akaza

Would fall into blind rage

Would stay by your side

“Where is she!” Akaza shouted, as blood dripped from her hand, He was beyond pissed, and all he wanted was to see you.

5 minutes prior, he heard you go hurt by a mortal. He found that mortal in 3 minutes, “Hey, Mortal.” The man trembled looking up at the demon, “please.. please have mercy..”

“You had no mercy on my girlfriend, unlike me, she isn’t a demon. She didn’t deserve it!” He yelled as he stepped closer to the man with a deadly aura. “She brought shame to us! I was only doing what I knew to do!” He shouted looking up at the demon.

“She is far from shameful, the only thing shameful I see here is you.” He growled before ripping off his left arm. “You made her suffer, you WILL suffer.” He spoke as he ripped the man’s right leg off.

“You should’ve never touched her.” The demon spoke over the wailing man as he ripped off his other leg. “You will die!” He yelled as he started to beat the man with his own limbs.

The man laid there lifeless, the man huffed before running back to where you were held. Did he let his anger get the best of him? Possibly, but for you, he’d do anything.

“Baby..” he whispered as he stroked your hair furious by your state, “I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you..” he whispered placing a kiss on your forehead.

Kokusbibo

Wouldn’t seek revenge

Would just stay by your side

“Lord Kokusbibo! Come quick!” One of the lower demons squealed as they ran as fast as they could toward the demon, he turned his head slightly to see what the noise was over “what’s the issue?” He asked emotionless

“It’s (y/n)! She is dying!” They yelled pulling him toward you, his eyes widened as he ran ahead.

“Where is she?” He asked as he reached where you were located, “she’s in this room.” They spoke pulling him into the room. The demon rushed into the room, closing the door behind him.

He saw the state you were in, it crushed him.. “Sweetheart..what happened..” he whispered as he dropped to his knees by your side. You whimpered as you looked at the man, “B..B..Ba..” you tried to speak, but ended up coughing. “Don’t.. it’s okay..” he whispered taking his hand in yours. “I… wa..want.. t..to be..come… a.. de..demon..” you rasped out in pain.

The man looked at you shocked, “Dear.. are you sure..” you looked the man in the eyes and shook your head yes, slowly. “Okay.. I’ll get Muzan soon.. for now.. just rest..” he whispered placing a kiss on your head.

For you, he’d do anything, kill anyone, but for now he just wanted to be with you. You were in pain, and it was something that pained the demon.. he hasn’t felt pain like since his brother..

You were the light that he had so desperately been seeking.

Muzan

Would kill them

Would stay by your side and nurse you back to health

Muzan met you in a crowded street, kinda like when Tanjiro found him with his family, except you were in need. You were dehydrated, starving, and barley clothed. Men had dumped you on the side of the road when they were done with you, this somehow made the demon feel sorrow. He walked toward you and put out his hand, “what happened to you dear?” He asked as he looked down at you with his piercing red eyes.

You sniffed and looked away, “I’m no longer for sale.. please leave me alone..” you whispered, pulling your knees closer to your chest.

“I don’t want to buy you dear.. I want to help you.. come with me..” he spoke as he kneeled down to meet you (e/c) eyes, you looked at the man hesitant to accept his help. As you reached out to accept his hand, a man from earlier walked up behind you and grabbed you, “sorry man, we weren’t done with her.” He spoke as he began to walk away with you limp over his shoulder.

It was like you’ve accepted your fate, this made the demon angry. He chuckled and began to walk behind the man, “put her down.” He spoke with a sinister smirk. “Or what man? We paid, we are just getting our worth.” Muzan sped over to the man and grabbed his neck, after he placed you on the ground gently.

“She’s not for sale anymore.” He spoke as he faced the man, “she was already bought, no refunds.” The man spoke as he stepped toward you again.

Muzan was quick to step in front of you, “She isn’t for sale, leave.” He spoke as he stood over you, protectively.

The man laughed before trying to move Muzan to the side, when he didn’t budge he laughed, “you made a grave mistake.” Was all the man heard before Muzan shoved his claws in his face, he smirked as he pulled his hand away watching the man’s body fall lifeless

He looked back at you unconscious, he sighed before rushing you to a doctor. He stayed with you until you woke up, that is when he asked you if you wanted to stay with him. You gladly accepted, and stayed with the demon.

You secretly loved the demon for saving you, you would do anything for him.

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married-to-google-translater · 2 years

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Heyyy can I request a muzan x reader where reader is very kind and people take advantage of her kindness thank you and I hope its not a lot ❤

Muzan Kibutsuji

At first Muzan would only want to exploit you.

He's heard you know something about blue spider lilies.

And since you are so kind surely he could trick you into helping him.

Good plan.

There is only one but.

You really are too kind.

You have a lot of work helping others during the day.

You can promise to help Muza but you never get around to it.

Because apparently the people of your village think that you are the only one who can do "important" tasks.

Like cooking, fetching water and weeding.

Yup.

You are so gullible it hurts Muzan.

Physical pain.

Muzan sees those people as a problem.

He is a possessive man… woman… demon.

So he thinks only he has the right to take advance of you.

( I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. )

Maybe Muzan will slowly start to like you too.

Something about you just melts his heart.

All seven.

Muzan would try to make you learn that you don't always have to be kind.

But soon he realizes that it's just easier to scare others away.

You are too kind...

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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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Reward

Muzan x Fem! Reader

Warnings: rough sex, dub-con, creampies, praising, restraints, marking, gore?

Note: the first piece for Upper Moon October! Of course I had to start with Muzan cause I’ve never written for him before. Hopefully over the course of this month I’m able to capture his character a bit better! For now, enjoy!

Word count: 822

You were squirming, sweat dripping down your temple as you fought to keep yourself quiet. “Not a single fucking peep.” Your teeth sunk so harshly into the side of your cheek you tasted blood. You kept your eyes trained on his face, knowing better than to look away from the man pounding into you.

Your hands were pinned to the mattress, you couldn’t move them even if you wanted to. Crimson eyes, midnight black hair, skin so milky it glowed in the moonlight. Even if he wasn’t sweaty you were certain Muzan would glow either way. “You… you should be fucking thanking me.”

It was a husky growl, bending down so his mouth was pressing to your ear as his hips forced their way back and forth, cock plunging deeply over and over. “You’re trying so fucking hard to be good for me.” You wanted to make a sound, acknowledge him so he wouldn’t stop.

Yet you knew if you did, he’d leave all together. So you just continued as you were, squirming and struggling to keep your legs around his waist. “Keep it up and maybe I’ll reward you.” Your back arched, walls squeezing around him in hopes of showing him your enthusiasm.

He was leaning back now, letting you take in the sight of his sweaty face. It rather shocked you that one of his two commands was for you to remain silent. Muzan seemed like the type to get off on praise, begging, crying. Yet he wanted you to remain silent and keep eye contact. Those were his only two orders, if you obeyed? You’d be rewarded.

If you were to disobey? You’d likely pay with your life.

So you took it, copper taste coating your tongue as slick squelching sounds came from your cunt every time he pulled back out. His girth was splitting you open, the dull head kissing your cervix every time he pressed his hips into yours. It was so intense it was making your legs shake, thighs so tense that they threatened to cramp.

It was killing you to remain silent, especially with the way tears began to blur your vision as he seemingly sped up his pace. The bed would surely give in under the pressure, each thrust had your breasts jiggling almost painfully. You wanted nothing more than to shield yourself, still not over the embarrassment of being naked before the man you bowed to.

Though his cock slipping in and out of you was apparently easier to deal with than him seeing your bare breasts.

“You’re coming again…aren’t you?” You nodded, eyes threatening to close as pleasure swept over your abused body, littered in bruises that refused to heal. You watched through blurry eyes as a smirk spread over his face. “Good girl.” You hadn’t broken his two rules yet, even as you came for… a number you were too far gone to remember.

Muzan never slowed, his breathing was calm despite the rigorous way his hips were moving. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he wasn’t enjoying himself. Instead, you were steadily encouraged by the way you’d feel him twitch, cock throbbing continuously while your walls suctioned to him. Not even he could resist pleasure.

“You’re doing well…” he cooed, leaning down to press his lips to your ear. “What shall your reward be?” He drawled, you could partially hear the smirk on his lips. “My cum? Or my blood? What would you prefer?” His question nearly shocked a gasp out of you. “I’ll give you permission, since you did so well tonight. You may speak only one word.” He pulled away, just enough to see your face.

You swallowed, mouth opening and closing as you thought of your answer. Meekly you uttered “both.” And then you held your breath again, waiting for the potentially catastrophic outcome. Instead, you were met with a laugh. “Greedy? After everything I’ve given you tonight?” Maybe that wasn’t the right answer.

“Since you are so eager to consume what I have to offer you…”

It hit you all at once, toned hips slamming harshly into your sore thighs one last time as he spilled his release into your greedy cunt. All the while, he was jamming a finger in your neck, earning a shrill cry as he pumped more of his blood into you.

Muzan’s head fell backwards, your cunt squeezing him harsher than you had the entire night as your body thrashed against the sheets. Seconds of silence passed as you writhed, chest contracting almost painfully as your body attempted to adjust to the liquids that had just been put into it.

“I’m waiting for my thank you.” He whispered, deadly serious as he glared down at your pathetic form. Quiet and rough you muttered “thank you.” Finally letting your eyes close as he pulled himself out.

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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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randynova · 2 years

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𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 ...

𝕸𝖚𝖟𝖆𝖓! 𝖃 𝕳𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ "...ᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏ ᴜs ᴘᴀʀᴛ."

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ, 𝑀𝑢𝑧𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛, 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦. 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘. 𝑇ℎ𝑢𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒. 𝑁𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠, 𝑀𝑢𝑧𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ , ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ, sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ!ᴍᴜᴢᴀɴ, ᴏɴᴇ-sɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ, ᴅᴏᴍᴇsᴛɪᴄ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ

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A.N.: So, idk if this is a bad habit of mine, but when I lose inspiration to work on requests, I go back to work on my some pieces in order to keep grinding. Thus, after months of not updating the "My Dove" Series, here is part 3. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for your patience and support!

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"I expect both boys to be raised separately and away from each other. Don't disappoint me or I'll make sure to remind you if you disobey my orders."

Those words rang through your head for months after your twins' birth, eating away at your psyche as the ruby eyes of your 'husband' loomed over you ever so diligently.

From the early hours of the morning to the late hours of the night, the demon's dark presence lingered. Muzan made sure to be in the room whenever you fed his son, when you bathed him, changed him, lulled him to sleep — everything.

If he felt that you were doing something wrong, such as feeding his child at a certain angle, Muzan would make sure to correct it immediately. If you didn't follow his vocal instructions right away, he would become irritated and physically aid you. In those moments, it would be your only 'gentle' warning, even as he gritted with such calamity, "This should come naturally to a mother, caring for their offspring and ensuring they are comfortable — so why does this not come naturally to you, my dear dove…?"

However, if he catches you repeating the mistake he corrected before, he will reprimand you, dragging out the discomfort as he adjusts your position. His hands rest on your hips, sharp edges of his claws pressing into your skin with just enough pressure to have you whimper. Once he hears your pain, he places both hands on your forearms, gripping it firmly and forcing them to hold his son at an angle he deems fit until the infant stops squirming and relaxes.

He would remain close if you repeat a mistake, leering eyes burning into you as your child feeds. He would watch in silence, cool breath fanning your neck as he looks over your shoulder. When he does this, you freeze up, trembling as your son lapped upon your teat until he's full. You could hardly stare at your child's crimson eyes, so innocent and bright it tugged at your heartstrings, yet being nothing more than a reflection of the demon who instilled fear into you. Whimpering, you shut your eyes and look away, not being able to bear the familiar gaze any longer than necessary.

The pounding in your ears nearly drowned out his ominous voice, had it not been for the pinching at your skin grounding you, "Look at him and stop closing your eyes. Look at our child before I rip your pathetic head off." Stifling a sob, you nod, sniffling as you stare back at the life in your hands, trembling as you struggle to keep your composure. Yes, he was your son, but his father was a monster. All you could do was wait until the baby was satisfied and hope you did not mess up again.

The demon never bothered to look nor stay after you finished your task, preferring to spend some quality time alone with the infant as you slipped away to look after your other son. The way his ruby hues lit up when he carried the boy seemed terrifying, the demon smiling as he gently caressed its face with a cold finger. He seemed almost unrecognizable.

The small melody he hummed as he left you alone had been almost mocking, petrifying even.

You didn't dare question the man where he was taking your baby, even as worry ate away at you, having been met with the backend of his hand when you did. Or rather, the razor-edge tips of his claws. The scars that adorned your face kept growing, carving your skin to the point it became difficult to look in the mirror and see yourself as beautiful — could you still be beautiful despite it all?

You couldn't answer, looking away as each scar had a memory attached and you would rather avoid it rather revisit it all over again. The answer would remain unknown and you would have a response one day, maybe.

As expected of you from Muzan, you remained silent and watched his retreating form disappear around the corner. For now, the first part of the day has been completed. Now for the second. After your son's daily feeding, Muzan let you roam the castle freely, knowing you could not leave unless he gave the orders to Nakime.

Naikme, seeing no protest from the master, allowed you a passage to see your disposed son, utilizing her Blood Demon Art to keep the child hidden from everyone within the fortress until you visited him. The silent agreement between you two came as a surprise but you would not question it, too engrossed in making sure your sweet baby was okay after not seeing him for hours.

Unbeknownst to you, Kokushibo would watch as you walked into a hidden area of the castle, one he had not noticed before, resulting in him following you while he stayed in the shadows. He did not expect you to walk into a nursery, making your way to a bundle and smiling. He scanned his surroundings and did not see Nakime, a hunch itching at him that she was behind the secret room. Pushing the thought aside, the demon watched how relaxed and content you became, switching from the frightened woman he came to know to a lovely and bright mother in a matter of seconds.

He studied as you spoke softly to the baby, curious to see how gently you held them and snuggled with them, cooing as they babbled to you. The giggles drifting in the air caught him off guard. He does not recall you ever making such a noise in either his or his master's presence. Even as you opened your kimino to allow your son to suckle, Kokushibo did not let his eyes stray, narrowing his eyes at the sight of your blissful state. You did not tremble, you did not cry when you fed, nor did you look away from your child as its sapphire hues bore into you.

You were happy with him, the child of a hashira.

Nonetheless, Kokushibo stayed silent and out of your view until you left, peering in as you finished the baby's feeding before laying him down to rest. He stayed close to the wall, watching your retreating form before he slipped into the small room. Nearing the same spot the infant lay, the demon stiffened as his eyes landed on the baby within the make-shift crib. They slumbered peacefully, tiny chubby fingers holding onto a small stuffed fox, tummy full of milk as the dreamt in content.

It's been a while since he has seen an infant this close, he could not recall the last time he had ever been in the presence of one. They were a [S/T] fleshed boy with black tresses, adorning rich blue eyes had it not been for their sleeping state, and very small….

It seemed…. Cute?

Kokushibo reached a hand down, sticking a finger out and caressing the soft cheek of the infant, a familiar memory of his human life passing by mind. He had lived through a moment like this, he faintly remembers, where his own son looked at him like he was the world. Would that statement still be true had he not abandoned his family for power, had he stayed? He would not know nor would he ever choose another path if given the chance again, that was certain.

Though, as he shifts from his thoughts, he is met with the sleepy gaze of the boy. Staring at the fluttering sapphire hues of the baby struck a chord within the demon, narrowing his eyes at the sight of it as his own chest began to feel heavy. Before he knew it, he picked up the child and raised it in the air, his eyes turning glossy.

For once, he grasps desperately onto the last ounce of humanity he harbors. He cannot change the past nor turn back time to see his own children grow, but he can create a future and raise this child when you cannot. Perhaps, for now, he will make sure the child is not harmed and taken care of while you are gone. If there is one soul he shall spare in his long life, it shall be the baby in his arms.

It should not pay a punishment for simply existing, nor be treated as less — that is a disposition he did not ask for and Kokushibo will not make the same mistake twice.

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As the years passed, Muzan became busy and soon devoted all his time to raising his son to be the perfect vessel for his demon blood. Yet, this forced you to keep a closer eye on him and be by his side, noticing how he became tired much too quickly and complained about his head hurting. Yet every time you brought it up to Muzan, he became irritated, sneering at you as your son forced himself to stand despite his own ailment,

"He is my son, he is not weak nor is he sick — do not dare insinuate he is indisposed in the slightest."

Due to the neglect on your husband's end, you could not dedicate much time to your second son. However, in the darkness, Kokushibo would look after the boy, teaching him all that he knew and feeding him with the food he could find in the villages. As opposed to his twin, the boy became stronger each day and learned quickly how to speak, walk, and soon, run. He never anticipated the energy of the child and made sure to teach him the way of the sword as best he could in the small room to harbor it. A part of Kokushibo seemed proud, yet, at the same time, he felt empty.

Here the demon was raising a child that was not his own, trying to make up for his own actions in the past, attempting to teach what he couldn't to his own son. The guilt bubbled up yet, he ignored it. There was no harm in what he was doing, he believed.

All the while, from the moment his own son could walk, Muzan made sure to lead him down a path of his own creation, one of destruction.

It wasn't until a five years passed did Muzan finally notice his own son's weakness. The poor child could not breathe well and often fell ill, always bed-bound and continuously needing the interception of a doctor to ease his struggles — cruelly reminding the demon of human fragility and that like him, his own son would have to suffer to survive.

Yet, Muzan could not accept having such a weak son — he just couldn't. How could he be a parent to such a frail human? He could not even be sympathetic towards the child as he reared his head in disgust at the sniffling boy who cried for comfort from his father. The demon didn't even want to touch nor look at the boy. Wanting the annoying noise to stop, he immediately had you tend to your son and left, seething in rage.

He recalled seeing your other son, how healthy and strong he was, despite his own attempts at taking up all your time to take care of his heir. How was the boy in such good health? You were hardly by his side! It did not make sense and it only further enraged the demon, knowing a pillar's child had been more successful than his own kin.

Clearly, a sick child was nothing but an imperfection to Muzan. And he would stop at nothing to achieve the ideal child, the perfect successor to achieve his dreams of immortality.

Thus, where you find yourself now in your shared bed, with the demon buried deep inside you, determined to create an heir that conquers the sun. Just as he mentioned before, he will try again, and again, and again until he gets a perfect healthy baby.

No matter the cost.

Muzan pressed your knees to your chest, eliciting a cry from you as he sunk back into your abused cunt. He wasted no time as he began to rut mercilessly into you, the new angle of the position allowing his weeping crown to painfully pound into your womb. Every snap of his hips had your head throbbing, the ache in your lower abdomen only worsening as time went on. The stretch was painful, silently sobbing as your body rocked back and forth with each powerful thrust.

His thighs flexed with every buck, the sensation of your walls fluttering around him and sucking him deeper driving him mad. Even your teary expression had him slowly breaking. With the way your pussy had a vice grip on him, he could hardly keep his composure. With his emotions running high, he could feel every squeeze of your spasming core at an amplified level.

Muzan did not keep count how many times he spilled inside your cunt, paying no mind to the way your tummy bulges from being filled with load after load to the brim of his fertile cum. He had to make sure. His chest rumbled as a growl drummed in his throat, hissing at the overstimulation from how easily he glided into his wife's heat, fluids trickling from your slick as a white ring paints the base of his cock. The squelching and slapping of skin only added to his degrading insults, his hands wrapped around your wrists to the side of your head, sheer weight pinning you against the bed.

Through glossy eyes, you met his glowing ruby hues as they burned into you, filled with anger and hatred as he leered, "Not only have you tainted my child with the blood of a hashira, you gave birth to such a pathetic weak child that is my own blood…?"

"N-No, Muzan, please, it–it….!"

"Silence!" He hisses, slamming into you to emphasize his words. You bite back a cry, yet force your eyes to stay open as you know avoiding his gaze would only infuriate him more. "Because of your wretched womb, we have to create another child. Hah, perhaps because of that mistake, my son did not receive all the nutrients he should have gotten…"

"No, no, M-Muzan, that's —" Once more he cuts you off, snapping his hips harshly into your poor cunt, pressing your knees even closer and snarling, the veins protruding from his jaw to his neck.

"You're a pitiful excuse for a wife and even more of an inadequate mother…. Do you think I did not notice how you prioritized the other man's brat over our son?!"

"B-but I didn't! I-I— ahh! I'm sorry, Muzan – ngh, I'm sorry!"

You could see how his nose scrunches up and his lips curl into a scowl upon hearing your words, gripping your wrists tighter and pausing his movements. He leans in, spitting every word with such disdain ever so slowly and making your heart drop as he spoke, "Don't you try to make me look like a fool, [Name].... I see everything in this castle and know all that occurs in my home. How dare you underestimate me when it comes to the health of my child…? "

You let out a strained moan and arch your back, weakly calling out for him with teary eyes, milking him for all he's worth as you release around him for the umteenth time tonight. "You are not sorry, you are far from it and our child's sickness is a testament to that…"

Pumping his cock through your orgasm, he ignores your wails of pain, determined to spill another load into you to endure he fully breeds your womb. "To be wary of the loyalty of my own wife, my intuition is never wrong.… You wanted him to fail."

Hearing his accusation, you start writhing and trying to push him off despite his strength, trying to clear up his speculations, shaking your head and digging your nails into your palm, sputtering out an explanation he could hardly make sense of.

"You deliberately neglected him for a mistake you gave life to and I will not allow such behavior in my home." The ominous tone made your heart twist and breath hitch, knowing the hell you were currently in would now worsen.

Muzan could only start the shrill gritting of his canines, pulling his pelvis back only to slam back into your feeble form, each thrust ripping a cry from your throat as his tip punctured your womb. He hisses with venom dripping in his voice, "So, be a good wife and give your husband a healthy child, my dove… In sickness and in health, this is your duty as my partner — in life and in death, you are mine. Never forget that…"

You nod weakly, panting and sobbing silently, grating your teeth at the dull ache in your lower half. Once again, you would be forced to bear the demon another child and prolong this nightmare you could only wish to end.

And who knows, Muzan was capable to continue breeding you until he gets his perfect child and there is no promise the next one will live up to his expectations.

Yet, you could only hope.

✦✦✦✦✦✦

©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

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nightqueen1221 · 2 years

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Muzan x reader who meets muzan again and is extremely powerful and immortal from early japan(earier era from his) and was like his only friend and only friend and muzan got a crush on reader and ask for her hand in marriage when he's 13 but reader had mix feeling so they said only when he's 18 just to abandon him at his 18th birthday and meet him again while having a shopping spree at the city(didn't panick when they saw him or feel guilty that they abandoned him) I'm sorry if it's too long I just tend to get too intense at requests 😭

It's all right! Also I'm so sorry this took so long!!! Don't worry people I'll get to your requests! Last note, I didn't know if you wanted one shot or headcannons, so I did what I felt worked best.

- You were friends with Muzan despite being much older than him.

-Even if he was young, he was still quite the gentleman.

-He was always very kind to you.

-Maybe a bit too kind...

-But you thought nothing of it, only that he was a very polite boy.

-In till he asked for you hand in marriage.

-He was only 13

-Why would he ask you that?

-Did he have a crush on you from the day you two met?

-You (somewhat) declined his offer.

-You told him only in till he was of age that you would accept it as an option.

-He was clearly disappointed with this answer.

-But he had let it slide because he was happy he could marry.

-It just wasn't now.

-Every birthday he awaited his 18th.

-He counted how many left.

-5,4,3,2, and now he was a 1.

-But you never came.

-He waited for his beloved to show.

-He waited.

-And waited.

-Still nothing.

-He felt broken to be honest.

-He had waited years for this.

-Only to be rejected by the person he cared for most.

-It was not to long after that he became a demon.

- He never saw you again.

-That is until, he saw you again in a city.

-He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

-The last time he saw you was hundreds of years ago.

-Yet you were there, standing in the store, shopping.

-He didn't know if he should go up to you and say something.

-People looked at him in an odd manner since he was starring at you quite a bit.

-You looked up from something you had picked up.

-Your eyes and his locked.

-You didn't flinch at all, or really show any emotion.

-He could clearly tell you had recognized him from the small wave you gave him.

-He didn't really want to talk to you at this point, even after what you did to him.

-But, with you greeting him like nothing happened.

-Maybe you had changed?

-He walked up to you and politely said hello.

-You greeted back to him and then left to grab something else.

-And he followed.

-"Do you regret anything? What you did to me so long ago?" He asked.

-"No." You replied.

-"Nothing at all? The fact you just left me, or that you could have just said no?"

-"I said I don't feel guilty. Why should I?"

-"Because," He gritted though his teeth; "you left me alone and now look at where we're at. You just left in hopes I die before you saw me again. Is that correct?"

-"I guess."

-"Well now we're both immortal, so what are you going to-"

-"I said I don't care, alright? Pesting me isn't going to change anything so just leave me alone."

-You simply left after that.

#Muzan #muzan jackson #x reader #muzan x y/n #muzan imagines #lord muzan #kny #demon slayer #muzan x reader #muzan x you #anime #kny x reader #kny manga #Demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #Michael Jackson

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heavenly-messenger · 2 years

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Letter from Muzan

for @glitchymouth94

Check my blog to request custom letters!

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Dearest Kagome,

You did well on your mission. The information you gathered has proven to be quite valuable, and your newfound strength is promising. I look forward to witnessing your full potential as it blooms, gracefully as the red lilies and many times as striking. From the very moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you would become very strong, but the pace of your growth has exceeded even my expectations. You will do great things, Kagome, and you will do them soon. Of that much I am certain.

Return to me soon. I do not wish to have you far from me, not now that we both are hunted. Sew up those pathetic humans, won’t you? Tailor them into a demonstration of how powerful you have become. I will see you soon, Kagome. Very soon.

Signed,

Muzan

#comfort letters #get a letter #anime letters #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #muzan imagines #demon slayer muzan #muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji #muzan kibutsuji x reader #kibutsuji x reader #kibutsuji kny #kibutsuji muzan

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theoldrottenpine · 2 years

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DALIY DOSE OF DEMON SLAYER MEMES!!!!!!!!!

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 month

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NSFW

He knows you better than you know yourself.

The way you like your ice cream, and the fact that you’ll always need a napkin after it starts dripping.

You get too distracted looking at your phone or something in the window displays and don’t even notice that ice cream is about to fall onto your white blouse until he’s got his hand cupped underneath the cone, catching the mess while also using the napkin to cover the bottom.

He knows how your body works, the sigh of contentment when cool air wafts over your needy pussy, the soft whine that escapes your lips when his cock finally sinks in…

You’re easily distracted in bed too, always making a mess because you were too enraptured in the pleasure he was giving you to even realize you were reaching your fourth orgasm of the night. He never minded though, he made sure to place a towel under your bottom so it didn’t get on the sheets.

He just adores the faces you make, the little whimpers and the pleading. “M-make it better, please… wanna feel good!”

And he would, because he knows exactly how to make you feel better.

He understands your needs like no one else ever could.

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||GOJO ||GETO ||NANAMI ||CHOSO ||TOJI ||KURAMA ||KURAPIKA ||CHROLLO ||ILLUMI ||LEORIO ||ARMIN ||RENGOKU ||SANEMI ||GIYUU ||GYOMEI ||DOUMA ||AKAZA ||MUZAN ||YOUR FAV ||

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derpy-dogs-n-cats · 1 month

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KNY Masterlist.

Main Masterlist

Akaza

Imagines

None Yet.

Headcanons

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Dealing With A Marechi S/O On Her Period

Douma

Imagines

None Yet.

Headcanons

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Dealing With A Marechi S/O On Her Period

Kokushibo

Imagines

None Yet.

Headcanons

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Dealing With A Marechi S/O On Her Period

Muzan Kibutsuji

Imagines

None Yet.

Headcanons

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Dealing With A Marechi S/O On Her Period

#smut #masterlist #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kimetsu no yaiba smut #kny imagines #kny smut #akaza imagines #akaza smut #douma imagines #douma smut #kokushibo imagines #kokushibo smut #muzan imagines #muzan smut #muzan kibutsuji imagines #muzan kibutsuji smut

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kalinysu · 10 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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toxiccluvvv · 2 years

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How the demons react to their kids being kidnapped;

Pairing: Akaza and Muzan x Hashira reader

Content warning: swearing, fighting, and obviously kids getting kidnapped.

Word count: 1.2k words

Readers sex: Female

This is a request for @ladymoney-smut

Masterlist

Sorry that one is longer than the other!

Akaza-

Akaza looked at your newborn baby in awe, he never thought that this would happen.. him, with a baby of his own, as a demon..

His baby girl just became the light of his life and he had no intentions of letting her go. He looked at you, the mother of his child, with love.

He promised from this moment on; he would protect the both of you, no matter what the cost.

You and your daughter were in the front yard of your isolated home; you were chasing her, admiring her beauty.

She had long pink hair, identical to her father, with purple eyelashes that were stunning. She was the perfect mix of the two of you, and you wanted the world for her.

You retired from the demon slayer corps long before you met Akaza; you didn’t feel obligated to notify anyone of your child. You had nobody important left to tell, you knew Muzan would know, but you didn’t care.

Muzan deeply feared you, you were a descendant of moon breathing, and you were damn good at it. You could’ve killed Akaza the moment you saw him, you choose not to.

You and your daughter sat on the soft blanket placed on the ground, you smiled at her before pulling out her favorite food for her to eat.

She giggled thanking you, before digging in. You smiled watching your daughter, she loved the earth, but above all, she loved food.

It’s been a while since your sixth sense has spiked, but for some odd reason it did. You grabbed the knife in your picnic basket, quick to turn toward the person coming at you with dangerous speed, protecting your daughter.

“You should die!” The white haired man shouted furiously, you raised an eyebrow, before turning to your daughter.

You leaned in to hug her, “Baby, I need you to run, run to daddy and tell him that mommy is going to the corps..” you whispered in her ear before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Run just like mommy and daddy taught you..” you whispered before turning back to face two of the hashira sent.

“We won’t make this hard; just give her to us.” Shinobu spoke with the grin she always held on her face, you chuckled before turning your knife to face your wrist, “Never.”

You got in a fighting stance, ready to kill anyone who wanted to steal you child. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Sanemi asked.

“She’s positive.” Akaza spoke from behind you, with a murderous aura, glaring at the two hashira who dared to step foot on his property.

“So the hard way.. okay.” Shinobu spoke, jumping toward you. You were quick to kick her back hard, slamming her into a tree. You launched toward Sanemi, with only murder on your mind. You didn’t care, you would do anything for her, and so would Akaza.

“You’re a traitor!” Sanemi yelled at you as he swung his sword. “Love isn’t betrayal; I love my daughter with my life, I will defend her with my life.” You spoke calmly using second form: Pearl Flower Moongazing to deflect his attack.

The man flew back a couple feet from the impact, but got back up, he was so angry for some reason. You couldn’t wrap you head around his anger, but you knew you had to defend your daughter, so figuring him out was irrelevant to you.

You jumped behind the white haired man, hitting him on the back of the neck, knocking him out. You turned to shinobu, blowing some of your homemade crushed spices in her face.

She dropped to the ground suddenly, you smiled at your significant other, before grabbing both of the Hashira’s, dragging them to the demon slayer corps headquarters, where Kagaya resided.

When you arrived to where the master and his wife sat, you threw the two hashiras down. “What’s the meaning in this?” You asked sternly, wanting answers.

“It’s nice to hear you again, child. I hear you’ve had a child of your own, and you with a demon, I’d like to meet her.” He spoke calmly with a smile on his face.

“I won’t allow you to keep her, if you wish to meet her, I will bring her here and take her home with me. She isn’t to leave my side.” You spoke calmly, but sternly.

“I’d like that.. and I’d like to meet the demon..” he spoke still calm as ever. “Why?” You asked, genuinely curious as to why the head of the demon slayers would want to meet your demon lover.

“If someone’s dating my daughter, I wish to meet them.”

Muzan-

Muzan smirked at his child, that was a spitting image of him, he giggled creeping up beside you on the bed. The two of them jumped on the bed with a yell, causing you to gasp, shooting up.

“Boys!” You exclaimed, obviously startled. “I’m sorry momma..” your son spoke with a frown, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

Muzan chuckled before looking at you with a frown, “we’re sorry dear..” you sighed, ruffling your sons hair before stepping out of the bed, going to the restroom.

Muzan opened the door softly, stepping in, “I’m really sorry dear…” he spoke as he walked up to you. He pulled you off the toilet into his embrace, “we won’t do it again.” He spoke with a smile kissing the top of your head.

You nodded in his chest, wanting to stay there forever, you wouldn’t stayed longer if it wasn’t for the sounds of thumping coming from downstairs.

You rushed down stairs, having a terrible feeling about what was happening. When you reached the bottom of the steps you were faced with your son being abducted by your closet friend, she was the master at her trait, and only she knew where you lived.

She turned back to look at you with remorse before continuing to run as fast as she could, Muzan ran from behind you after your friend, but he was stopped by the light beaming from outside.

You ran from behind him chasing your best friend, feeling the betrayal run through your veins. You hair flew in your face, but you didn’t care, the only thoughts you had were of your son.

When you caught up to her, you were in the demon slayer corps headquarters. “You cannot go any further (y/n), you’re a traitor, traitors aren’t allowed.” She spoke coldly

“Give me my son and I’ll leave” you spoke equally as cold as her, “that cannot be done, he is now ours.” She spoke calmly. This set you off to the max.

You pulled out your throwing star in a swift move, before you threw it at the woman. She gasped, but didn’t have time to react. She was struck, which gave you the opportunity to save your son.

You pulled your son out of her embrace and ran, you didn’t care who or what got in your way, you would save this boy no matter what.

When you got back home Muzan greeted the both of you in a big hug, with a head kiss on each of your heads. “You are to stay close to us at all times.. we are moving..” he spoke frantically, trying to keep himself calm.

“Honey.. calm down.. we will worry about the later, for now, let’s give our son the love he needs.” You spoke softly looking the man in his piercing red eyes.

He smiled before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I don’t know what id do without you.. you keep me sane..”

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