#kibutsuji

[tojifile]

Kibutsuji Muzan: Reincarnation

You're back..

Genre: Romance // Muzan x oiran!reader

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

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

INSPO: pinejayy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[paradox-the-unimpressed-nun]

🍓Taking matters into your own hands Human!Sick!Muzan x f!Wife!Reader (Not proofread)

🍓◌𓆩☽❀☾𓆪◌

Summary: You just want your husband to show you love and affection

Warning: Smut, Breeding kink, Overstimulation, Oral sex M!Receiving, Shower sex, sub!Muzan Dom!reader, slight orgasm denial, your deranged A/N: I don't usually post nsfw nor do I take nsfw request, then why did I make this? simple, I just really like Muzan. Also I'm still taking non f!reader request, I just made this because I want to. This is my first nsfw post so that’s why it’s ass

You have been married to Muzan for approximately a year now. Despite his sickness, cold demeanor, and occasional outbursts of yelling, you held onto the hope that your marriage would take a turn for the better.

You craved a family with Muzan, hoped to have living prof of your love with a child. However, intimacy between you is scarce having only being intimate on one occasion, your wedding night. You've grown increasingly frustrated with the fact of love in your relationship. Despite your attempts to reignite the spark and deepen your connection, every effort was met with resistance from Muzan, who has even refrained from simple acts of affection like embracing you.

Now you are desperate, his health has been declining and you've still have yet to bare his child. At this point You aren't even concerned if he loves you, you just want him, his body and his child. Tonight you would take matters into your own hands.

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Your movements are filled with a mix of urgency and longing as you hurriedly remove your clothing. You've waited far too long and now, finally, your deepest wishes are on the verge of becoming reality.

You quickly step into the bath, and you see Muzan sitting there, waiting for you. Soap bottle's were places neatly on the ledge beside him. "Y/n what are you waiting for? come in" Startled by being snapped out of your thoughts, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you hurriedly make your way towards him.

The water feels unbearably warm, intensifying your nervousness. As you reach for the bottles of soap, your hands tremble, causing you to stumble. Muzan's gaze grows increasingly irritated, and in a fit of frustration, he abruptly grasps your arms. His eyes bore into yours, their coldness piercing your soul. The sound of your name escaping his lips sends a jolt of mixed emotions through your heart. "Just pick it up, Y/n," he says curtly, his voice devoid of warmth. You find yourself whispering an apology, though you doubt he even hears it.

You squirt some soap onto your hands. Gently you grab muzans hair and brush your fingers through his hair, making sure to get the soap all in his hair. Picking up a bowl you pour water on him, making sure you get out all of the soap. One last time you run your fingers through his hair seeing if there is any soap left, there wasn’t any.

Muzan rises from the water and takes a seat on the bath ledge, he looks like a god. However, beneath his stunning exterior, you are reminded of his unpleasant nature, to say the least. You reach for another bottle of soap you assist Muzan in cleaning his skin. Gently and attentively, you apply the soap, rubbing it onto his skin with care. Your hands gaze over his thin arms, moving down to his chest and then lower down to his crotch.

You slowly sit into the way the water, you grab his shaft. A jolt of surprise evident on his face and his cock twitches in your palm. "What are you doing, Y/n?!" Muzan's gaze locks onto you, his eyes widening in astonishment. Your current actions seem to deviate from your usual character, leaving him perplexed. "I'm cleaning you up," you assert confidently, your voice clear and resolute. Your statement carries a sense of purpose and determination, leaving no room for doubt in your intentions. Lowering down to his shaft you lovingly kiss the head, a free hand moves to play with his balls. This causes him to cover his mouth and whimpers -he’s sensitive- you look up at him, Tears begin to well up in Muzan's eyes, on the brink of spilling over.

Again you kiss the head of his cock, immediately after you give a couple generous licks to his pretty pink tip. His cock becomes hard on your tongue, which makes the pool in-between your legs grow. Generously your free hand plays with his heavy balls. Your mouth is skillfully working on pleasuring him while he's near tear filled and struggling to keep his composure, he's failing miserably.

Putting his tip fully into your mouth you slowly lower your self down to his base, he moans as he feels his shaft hit the back of your throat. Tears of pure joy and endearment develop in your eyes, you're thrilled that he's enjoying this.

He places a hand on the back of your neck, encouraging you to continue. straight away you bob your head up and down, you try not to gag on his cock has it hits the back of your throat. Muzan wraps his legs and arms around your head, he's struggling under the sheer pleasure that your lovingly providing him. "Oh-oh God!" he chokes out a sob, in response you fasten or pace. A ring of drool and pre-cum form around your puckered lips, this giving you the sign that he will be cumming soon.

“F-fuck…I’m close!” He was about to release into your mouth but you pull away before he can. His pretty pink cock twitches from the lack of release. Muzan gazes fixates on you while tears fall down his flushed cheeks. The look in his eyes is a look of complete and utter betrayal. Usually such a look was stir up concern in you but this time, his tears are from the deep yearning of wanting a release. “Don’t worry my love, you’ll get to cum soon” you smile ever so softly at him, soon he’ll fill you with his love

You arise from your original sitting position and wipe away the pre-cum from your chin. You seat yourself onto his lap cautious of the amount of weight you put on him. Gripping his cock you line it up to your neglected soaking hole. Straining longly into his eyes all you say is “soon baby, soon”. Finally you lower yourself down onto his perfect member. You both let out a moan how much louder than yours. Your walls squeezes trying to already squeeze him of all of his worth. Your mind is a fog all you can think about is his cock filling your womb up to the brim, telling you how much he’s gonna love seeing you full with his seed.

You slam your lips onto his, shoving your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your arms around his neck. Surprisingly Muzan responds by kissing back, he's a lousy kisser but just the fact that he is returning affection to you makes you melt into him.

He places a hand on your ass and squeezes it, the other deciding to rest on your hip. It's not long before you start to lift your hips, trying to start a rhythm. Soon you find the perfect rhythm your moves are now bold as you start quacking up speed. Muzan throws his back it's just all too overwhelming for him. He struggles to keep his body up as he already feels himself weakening from the pleasure. You feel completely enveloped in his love as you hear him moan and beg for you.

"Aah-Y/n please!" he yells while fat hot tears pour down his puffy cheeks, you hips stop moving abruptly and you lift yourself off of him. A lovely string of pearls connect your dripping pussy to his shaft, your walls try to clutch on his cock but only clutches onto hair. "Please what? use your words my love" your voice is filled with a mixture of longing and determination. You yearn for Muzan to say those words you've been craving for far too long. You'll continue to deny him just how he knowingly denied you until you hear him say it. "p-please..." he has long pause as he struggles to catch his breath "please...let me fuck a baby into you..".

That's all he had to say in order for you to promptly snap your hips back down and riding him like your life depended on it. You didn't even bother to try and hit your sweet spots, just knowing that soon he'll release into you was already sending jolts of unimaginable pleasure to your core. Muzan then suddenly grips your hips with all of his strength and bucks his hips up into you causing you let out a loud moan, he had hit your sweet spot. "fuck! I'm cumming!" Is all that he said before you and him both came. Keeping his promise he spilled hot sticky ropes of cum into your womb.

Tears stream down your cheeks as the realization sinks in—you are on the verge of having the family you have always yearned for. The journey may have been long and challenging, but now it is finally coming to fruition. Determined not to burden your husband with your emotions, you swiftly wipe away the tears that cascade down your face. You want to ensure that he does not worry, focusing instead on the joyous prospect that lies ahead.

Muzan, utterly exhausted, lays down on the floor. The shadows of unconsciousness gradually creeps up on him as he's on the edge of passing out. He's shaken up by the sudden action of you starting to ride him again "I'm sorry, I know its not exactly sexy to do the same position again but it's the only one we can do with your current state!" You gaze down at him, your eyes filled with an intense and unhealthy devotion that borders on obsession. A deranged expression manifests on your face, reflecting the depths of your distorted love for him.

Muzan is completely worn out and drained, so it doesn't take much for him to already be a blubbering mess under you. "goddamn you woman! are you trying to drain me?!" all you do is giggle in response. Muzan's eyes widen with the dawning realization that this will not be the last round, he just continues to lay down and take it.

placing his hand on your tummy as you continue to ride him all you say is "let's shoot for twins"

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A/n: its 3Am rn so sorry if this is ass but I'm exhausted and I can't tell what I'm doing

@ttt0w5 @dumblizardboi @jubilee40 @queenesther996 @scaraza @aoizaraka @lunaeclipsethesimp @nikki-11 @chuuberrysworld

@lovingyeet

Sneak Peak for Yoriichi x reader ←

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[broken-spirit101]

Muzan Kibutsuji Yandere Headcanons

A/N: I'm in love with this guy, I swear I can fix him!!!

Warnings: Sadism, kidnapping, yandere themes

➼ You're in deep shit if he goes yandere for you.

➼ Of course, at first he's just fascinated by you. Your beauty is compelling to him, but even more compelling to him is the fact that someone as beautiful as you decided to become a demon slayer and annihilate demons. Slowly, his fascination with you becomes an obsession as he sends even more demons to find you after the last demons he sent failed to. 

➼ Once he finds you, his first plan is to cage you in the Infinity Castle. He's probably going to let you stay as a human for some time as he likes how powerful he is compared to you. Once he does find you, he's going to order Nakime to get more information from you (by stalking you) along with the location of the corps.

➼ He's felt immense potential in you since the first moment he saw you. You looked sort of familiar like he'd seen you before. It would be a mistake for him to let you let go from his claws.

➼ Surprisingly, he doesn't hate the fact that you're a demon slayer. It's actually amusing to him to see someone like you hunt down demons. But he does hate the fact that you show so much compassion for humans. In his eyes, they're pathetic beings who don't deserve you.

➼ He's a mix between a possessive and a sadistic yandere. Red flag? EVERYTHING. He's probably going to enjoy mentally torturing you by trapping you within the Infinity Castle. Whenever demons are in a fight with you, he carefully monitors them and might even give them instructions to hurt you as he's fascinated by you and is curious how you'd react. He loves observing you, that's for sure.

➼ Oh, he's never going to let you go once he's gotten a hold of you. He's going to study and solve you like a mathematics equation.     

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[i-am-muzan-kibutsuji]

Can demons get boned? Asking for a friend.

Demons can experience sexual intercorse, however it's ill advise to not do that, as demons have high stamina and immense strength. The human will die from either exhaustion, abuse, accepting a small dose of demon's sperm or a female's ejaculation within their body, or they'll be eaten alive due to the demon's raging and endless hunger.

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[insane-brit]

Royalty (Ch. 3)

Muzan Kibutsuji x Soulamte!Fem!Reader

Chapter Links: Prologue, Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter three

Next scheduled Royalty update (Ch 4.): July 30th, 2023.

Tags/Warnings: Enemies to lovers, semi slow burn, dark story/themes, GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE (neck snapping, spinal shock), prostitution, attempted coercion, hatred, mentions of IRL Japanese history, slight misogyny, panic attack, blood.

A/N: It's finally here!!! Yay! Thank you all for being patient with me as these last few weeks have been hectic. I just got back from a convention and classes are a lot. I'm also going back through and adding (F/N) to the first two chapters with reader in it since I didn't do that before (I like to use it sparingly). So, be on the lookout for those edits.

I do want to say that I have a schedule planned for this series. Due to my classes and the upcoming semester I will update Royalty every other week to give me time to write properly. Other works such as requests will be filled/posted as they are completed.

Therefore, the next update (Ch. 4) will be on July 30th, 2023!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: 2.6K

The stench of rot permeated through the orifices of every human that he encountered. Death walked hand in hand with them as they decayed with each passing minute. Demons were much the same but dulled. Their aging halted and cells regenerated in a never-ending cycle until their head was severed or body burned. Flaws in his creations and himself.

Muzan’s carefully crafted work, hand-picked from the hundreds and thousands of demons over the ages, the Upper and Lower moons had defects in their own ways. Dismantling the Lower ranks proved to ease the spreading desperation in his subconscious. They were worthless beings. Unfit for their stations and yet the Upper ranks manifested to be just as disappointing as the rest. Failing for centuries at annihilating the family bound to him by blood and unearthing the blossom that would grant him the ability to conquer the sun. The amaryllis.

The only reason they proved to be of use was they kept the Kisatsutai on their toes. Terminating the lives of their most powerful and stripping them of their morality. Despite him wanting to rip the ranks to shreds and gnash his teeth on their bones, they were his strongest. He would let them carry on with their lives if they served and attested themselves to be worthy of the position so graciously bestowed upon them.

Walking the various winding concrete of Yoshiwara was not Muzan’s ideal pastime. Though it was vital to remind his Jūnikizuki where they stood and to oversee the progress, they had made both for themselves and his sake. Situating himself near a wall, his eyes observed the lowly human creatures. Their affairs exhibited in the confines of the residence they were assigned to and sought out. Women and men alike with their sultry gazes swept across the bodies that passed them. Muzan was no exception. The impure burn of their eyes had him clenching his jaw. It was revolting and he would rather them be looking upon him in other ways. They were ignorant, but one day they would understand. If they were capable of such a feat. A soft gasp from behind him had him tense.

“Aren’t you pretty?” A woman brushed the side of his arm before stopping in front of him. A smirk curled on her face as she tilted her head. Eye’s tracing over his features before going lower. 

“I know just the woman who may interest you,” her nail tapped her lower lip. “And she may be interested in return.” 

Muzan glared at her, expression stoic and lips in a tight line. “No, thank you.” 

She pouted, sticking her bottom lip out in a display that left him with a foul taste in his mouth. “Oh, come on. I promise we’re not that bad, and besides,” she drawled, smoothing out the front of her layered kimono. “I can show you a good time if the others don’t meet your expecta-.”

Her skull cracked against the building. Stone dug into her scalp as little pieces opened the skin, blood streamed from the wound. A choked sound bubbled up from her throat as Muzan tightened his grip. 

His face was mere inches from hers. “Courtesans just don’t know when to quit.” Her throat bobbed as she clawed at his wrist. Pupils blown and eyes swelled, she sounded pitiable. “Know your place.” 

His expression was callous. Complete disregard for the woman’s life. In one swift motion, her vertebrae splintered underneath the skin. The crack reverberated under his fingers as she paled. Sweat beaded near her hairline and her pulse dropped. The thrum lagged in intensity compared to moments ago. Practically tossing her against the wall, he stared down at the nearly unconscious body. The rise and fall of her chest ceased at the loss of function and urine trailed from under the slightly hoisted garments. 

Muzan stepped away from the body. A look of repugnance danced in his eyes as his shoes clicked against the alley. The sheer commotion of the streets and people engrossed in their activities served to cover the deed. No eyes to behold the barbaric and heinous force that now lay with the crumpled cadaver. Not that it made any difference to him if someone bore witness or not. The action wouldn’t beget any kind of repercussion. He had killed thousands and the sole individual who could strike him down for his immorality was long gone. 

Rounding the corner of the brothel yielded another side road. Livelier than the alleyway, but not as bustling as the main street. Muzan’s gaze swept over the scene. The mix of Chouchin and modern cast bronze lanterns emitted a golden tint. Shadowing the timber structures inlaid with ornate decor and carefully crafted sliding doors. In the time since his birth in the Heian Era, Muzan had seen the rise and fall of many and their attempts at jurisdiction. From the brutal Onin War between the Daimyō and Ashikaga shogunate to the collapse of the Tokugawa shôgun. Modernizing and progressing the country into the complex order it is today. 

He wouldn't normally immerse himself in the trivial matters of the government, especially with them being substandard compared to himself, however, it was vital to his continuity. Being knowledgeable in the ever-changing systems, inventions, and styles granted him more expertise in the art of blending in. Offsetting the swordsmen intent on his demise for over a thousand years.

Observing the bleary silhouettes of people through the translucent paper on the shoji windows, he tipped the edge of his white fedora to the side. Eyeing the Kyogoku House, where Upper moon six, Gyutaro, resided. Daki may be the outward appearance and has some finesse in fighting, but that is all she’ll ever amount to. A mere child whose sole purpose is to keep her brother under control. A pitiful feat that she thinks her lord cares for and believes in her. On her knees and practically drooling over his approval. It's pathetic.

Narrowing his eyes, Muzan strode down the street. He had more pivotal things to execute rather than linger in these vulgar places. A puddle splashed as his shoe struck it. The ripples reflected molten gold from the lanterns. He looked down at the undulating liquid before his eyes sharpened. The tightness in his wrist and the scintillating flicker of the cursed filament did not go unnoticed. Muzan felt the cavity of choler dig itself further as eyes burrowed into his stature. Halting his movements, he could feel the emotions coming off the person like waves. Kismet had its way of interfering with his aspirations as of late, and it appears no matter how hard he disregarded the incident many nights ago, resilience persevered. Nails sharpening, he turned and eyed the human ogling at him.

Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes wide. Skin pale as if she had seen a ghost. His gaze dragged over her body, and he glowered in realization. The all-too-familiar black uniform with white accents stood out like a sore thumb. The haori that encapsulated the kanji on the back of the uniform was a mix of snow and sable. Swirls of what looked to be smoke and other intricate designs littered the bottom, but Muzan didn’t put much care into what the woman was wearing. His sole focus was on what she was. A Sureiyā. A Hashira.

If there were any gods or Buddha in his thousand years of existence, they were surely trying his patience.  

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(F/N) felt like her blood had been turned to ice. The glassy veins froze her in place as she owlishly stared into the eyes of her supposed soulmate. Hearing shot, ringing reverberated in her ears and the thronging behind her sounded muffled. As if she had been pulled into the unforgiving deep as her lungs screamed and begged for an end. 

He did not move, and from where she stood, she could not discern an emotion on his face. It was phlegmatic. Unwavering, constant. It unnerved (F/N) as her feelings swirled and compacted into what felt like a ticking bomb. Fury, horror, uncertainty…. contentment? It was all too much and didn't do anything to ease her palpitating heart. Eyes darted down to the thread, soaking up every single fiber and shine it emitted as she stalked its trail. It ended at his alabaster skin. Gouging itself into the flesh, and if his eyes weren't enough evidence, that's when she noticed his nails. They tapered into an acute point where deep indigo melted into pale blue. 

Breathing ragged, she took a few shaky steps back. Gaze never leaving him. (F/N) was jolted out of her stupor as a body rammed into her hard. The force sent them both tumbling to the ground. Her head and elbow cracked against the pavement. Grit dug into her flesh and tore it open as her vision doubled. Groaning softly, (F/N) brought her other hand up to cradle her head. A weight was pressed onto her torso, and it felt suffocating as it moved around. Muffled voices resonated around her, and as her vision cleared, she observed the multitude of bodies surveying the scene. Beady eyes pierced her soul, and some looked on with pity. Others glared and whispered in hushed voices like secrets carried by the wind, and she felt her face flush in embarrassment.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” A voice hissed and handfuls of her uniform were jerked forward. A man hovered over her dazed form and shook her harshly. “How dare you wench! Where is your procurer? You should be punished for your insolence.”

(F/N) clenched her teeth and slammed her fist into his chest, effectively shoving him off her. Blood oozed from her elbow and stained his hakama as he fell into the surrounding crowd. Women shrieked and men howled with laughter at the display. She staggered to her feet, clutching the laceration, and glared at the man seething on the ground.

“Nothing is wrong with me.” she spat at him. Her nerves were firing. The adrenaline from the collision, that she laid eyes on the progenitor, and that he was her soulmate no less had her on the verge of a breakdown. Something that she had not felt in years. The feeling of all these emotions flowing had her choking back the ball that had formed in her throat. “Watch where you're going next time.” She hissed. (F/N) knew it was her fault but at that moment she could care less. Her eyes darted back towards the side street. People’s bodies presented to be an obstacle as she tilted her head frantically to inspect the spot where he once stood.

There was nothing. No trace that he was there and that only served to make her panic more. The only verification that his presence remained was the line connecting the two of them. It was slack, but barely compared to the tautness of it mere moments ago. Pivoting around she shoved people out of her way as she bolted down the road. The man on the ground cursed her form which was swallowed by the sea of people.

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(F/N)’s back pressed against the cool bark of a maple. She clutched the front of her uniform as choked sounds escaped her cracked lips. Her vision warped from the tears she held back; her hands shook with force and her feet tingled.

She didn’t know how far she had run from the district, but she had to get out. She ran until she couldn’t anymore and collapsed in the emerald grass and darkened trees. The thought of those eyes drilling into hers and the shifting cataclysmic ambiance that surrounded his physique had her struggling to breathe. The air came in short bursts as her chest tightened.

It was hard.

Breathing was hard.

The only relief she felt was the sight of the thread loose and gathered in ringlets on the swaying grass. He hadn’t followed her. She was out of sight of anything besides the surrounding fauna which she no doubt scared away with the distressed sounds pouring from her mouth.

Thoughts raced from Kibutsuji to her mission.

Her failed mission.

Grabbing the nearest rock, (F/N) screamed in rage and brought it down onto the blood-red tie. Beating it repeatedly into the ground. Each hit sent a shock wave of what felt like needles through her arm as a warning. Yet, it stayed constant. No fraying, no cut, no snapping. It remained in perfect condition, and she swore it glowed brighter, mocking her. Grinding her teeth together she continued to strike it until the palms of her hands bled from the grip she had on the stone.

Panting from the energy exerted, she chucked the rock at the nearest tree and watched it break into pieces and dust. Her nails dug into her slick palm as she sat there hunched over on her knees.

The thought of the pillars and her Master’s crestfallen, disgusted faces haunted her mind. If they were to see her in this state, abandoning a mission, and fleeing from their sworn enemy when she had every opportunity to launch an assault on him, well, she could only imagine the contempt that would stem from their hearts. (F/N) imagined Master Kagaya exiling her for breaking the oath she swore her life to the moment she passed Final Selection.

“I swear to battle valiantly, not show hesitation, doubt, or cowardice in the face of danger, and place the needs of the Kisatsutai before my own.”

She placed a quivering palm over her mouth as nausea threatened to overtake her. Everything she worked towards, dedicated her life to, everything, destroyed in minutes. Obliterated by her selfishness and pusillanimity. She was no valiant swordsman. The prowess she claimed to have died the moment realization sunk in. Snuffed like a flame.

A soft flutter and pitter-patter of feet landed near her as she held back the urge to purge the contents of her stomach. The crunching of leaves and soft cooing drew closer until she had no choice but to look up. Seiichi, her Kasugai crow cocked his head and ruffled his feathers at her. A small talisman was wrapped around his neck with string, engraved with designs and different Kanji. An item her grandfather gave to her before he passed that she then gave to her crow.

“Tengen, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke are almost to Yoshiwara. You must meet them!” he cawed and made her flinch from the sudden loud noise.

“No. No Seiichi,” she took in a shaky breath before reaching out and picking him up. “I can’t. Not now.”

Setting the crow on her lap, she scratched the top of his head. Effectively making him quiet down and simultaneously began to clear the haze of panic that had been clouding her mind for hours.

“Please, don’t go to the Master. Not yet. Just stay with me for a while.” she whispered and hung her head low, hair falling in front of her face.

Seiichi didn’t make a sound. Nor did he move from his position on her lap. Indicating that he heard her plea and complied with her wish, going against his orders.

The sky steadily grew a lighter shade. A blue hue cast over the scenery before her and a few birds chirped. Beads of dew rolled off blades of grass and she shivered from the chill breeze that blew through the canopy of trees. Her body felt heavy and the wound on her elbow had dried. Pulling the skin when she would bend her arm. (F/N) observed her appearance, her haori was dirty and had a few rips in it from her fall, but for the most part, she appeared to be fine.

The sound of something being sat down had her and Seiichi whipping their heads up to look for the source. The hair on her nape prickled and she sucked in a breath. Hand reaching for her blade. The sun had not come up yet. Any demon still had the chance to strike if they so desired.

“Oh, are you alright dear?”

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[netmors]

Demon Progenitor - Kibutsuji Muzan

Art drawing for the "Kimetsu no Yaiba Zine" by "naMana-zine".

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[tinaotaku]

Why does Muzan feel like the type of parent who asks “Why haven’t you given me grandchildren yet?!”, but also feels genuinely betrayed when they find out you’ve got yourself a husband/wife😭🤦‍♀️

No, because I could see this scenario happening ajdaldasasdksjdal. He's THAT kind of parent. I would imagine it went something like this:

"…" "…" "Why are you staring at me? Don't you have anything better to do?" "Why haven't you given me any grandchildren yet?" "Wtf? I thought you don't like kids screaming around and destroying everything within their arms of reach. I still remember how you avoided me when I was small because I'm, quote on quote, 'annoying'?" "Well, cough that was in the past, now give me one," "nO"

And when you FINALLY get someone that you love and are ready to spend eternity with, he would go:

"Dad, this is my partner, (Random/Name)," "le gasp ARE YOU BETRAYING YOUR FATHER RIGHT NOW?!" "DAD, WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK? I THOUGHT YOU WANTED GRANDCHILDREN?" "YES, BUT NO-" "WHY ARE YOU CONTRADICTING YOURSELF RIGHT NOW?!"

cues screaming match between Muzan and his kid

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[a-lil-perspective]

Love how Muzan Kibutsuji, the demon king whose word is absolute, has no goddamn control over the upper moons. None whatsoever. They are rabble-rousers and very privileged and thus largely desensitized (except for Akaza who actually realizes he is indeed a subordinate and that makes him loyal af and super duper serious<3 Definitely Muzan’s favorite). And like. Mr. Muzan has been putting up with these decrepit motherfuckers for centuries and they have more or less been indicted for mere club vibes at this point and Kibutsuji just tolerates them lmfao. The scale of power is far less delineated. With the lower ranks it’s a totally different story.

Muzan with the lower six: “DEATH FOR YOU. DEATH TENFOLD. DISAPPOINTMENT. FEAR. I AM GOD. AGREE. DISAGREE. DID YOU JUST CONTRADICT ME. DEATH. BIWA WOMAN. WHAM. BAM. DEATH.”

Muzan with the upper six: (Upper 2 offering penance in embarrassment for inviting Gyutaro into the ranks who’s now dead, etc) “Douma. Keep your stupid eye. I don’t want it.”

Furthermore:

Lower moons failing Muzan and begging for their lives with unbridled terror. The most brutal and grotesque massacre. Dismantling (literally) of the lower ranks. Enmu being an absolute sadist and so goddamn weird that Kibutsuji just lets him be lol.

Upper moons failing Muzan and Douma being lowkey shitheads, super nonchalant, running amuck, terrorizing Biwa woman (Douma), fighty fight with Akaza (also Douma), Muzan grousing. Ubuyashiki family. Blue Spider Lily. Will somebody do their job. Douma get back here.

#XDD #the premiere was fucking hilarious and confirmed this to me beyond a shadow of a doubt XD #Doma is a fucking menace and annoying af and nonchalant and and aND #we love him #upper moons #lower moons #twelve kizuki #muzan kibutsuji #kibutsuji #demon king #kibutsuji kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kny doma #doma kny #doma #douma kny #kny douma #douma #upper two #upper 2 #lord doma (lmao) #upper three #upper 3 #lord akaza #akaza #akaza kny #demon slayer #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer season 3 #it’s a lil thing

[urarakasdiary]

-SOULMATES (FINALE)

Muzan Kibutsuji x reader

"guys I smell a demon!" Tanjiro spoke to his friends. [name] wandered the street unknow of the demon slayers that were trailing her.

When the girl reached the path near the forests the slayers jumped from her side, cornering her. Her husband had not turned her into a demon and she was still very human, just carrying a demon baby. that must've triggered Tanjiro's instincts.

As they took [name] back to the corp for further investigation, her lover sat in their dark home wondering when his dear wife would come back. It was midday and the sun was still up, The slayers who had her captive were confused. did demons finally defeat their allergy to the sun? the woman tried to explain herself but they wouldn't listen.

In came the wind hashira, he was a very aggressive human and did reckless things without even thinking twice! he took out his katana and stabbed the poor woman in the stomach on suspicion of being a demon. In the process, he killed the baby that she loved so much. Her ex-husband rushed to her side arguing with the wind hashira and told him to get the f away from the injured woman.

"MY BABY!!" screamed [name] earning shocked gasps from the people surrounding her. As she cried in anguish, guilty eyes looked at her. "I hate you!! monster!!" wailed [name] she earned nothing but a 'tch' from the white-haired man.

meanwhile, in the infinity mansion, her husband sat worried for his wife. He looked everywhere for you, every single corner of the market, the forest everywhere. when he had enough he had one of his minions go and fetch you.

he was hella mad when he got the information about your whereabouts. every night he went to the main building of the corp throwing bodies of innocent humans inside. he didn't care if they were children, infants, women, or men. he just wanted you back.

in the morning, the people in charge of cleaning would find stacks of dead bodies as tall as the walls. Inside the demon slayer corp, you were being treated for the stab wound and getting better day by day so that was good. The bodies appeared for days non-stop and the hashiras had enough. the white-haired crazy psychopath blamed it on you, while you told them that the bodies would continue coming if they didn't let you go. The hashiras had to decide quickly it was already evening.

Once they let you go, you stayed outside in the forest waiting for your demon husband to arrive. when he saw you he hugged you so tight you thought you would suffocate. but he saw your stomach covered with bandages and he was very upset about this. You insisted on letting it go even though it hurt, you lost your unborn child.

It's been two years since you lost your child to that traumatic experience. Muzan eventually got you pregnant again and your baby fever was up. Kibutsuji was so happy to see you smile, his only wish was for you to be elated. You were 2 weeks due for delivery when your husband was forced into fighting with the hashiras. he took you with him to encounter the fight and you were terrified and heartbroken when your lover passed away. your child would never get to see its father and you would never be able to see your husband again.

tears were flowing out of your eyes. thankfully there was someone that was there to talk to you, your ex-husband he helped you through the pain of childbirth. surprisingly he took you in and took care of you and your little daughter.

every happy thing has to come to an end. You wanted to be independent, you had started a herbal shop and were making good money. You told Tengen your plan on buying your own house and he was supportive and promised to visit your house every other week. As you bid your goodbyes, Uzui offered to take you home safely. you agreed. and then came the end of your hectic lifestyle now you were solo with your daughter to take care of. your heart had still not recovered from the pain of losing Muzan but now you had your sweet little daughter.

as you talked to your previous lover in the sunset, you knew it was over. the rule of demons over humans, the murder and cannibalism was gone and you were partially safe around your fellow humans. as you waved goodbye to Uzui you sighed looking at the house you bought with your money and you couldn't stop a smile from forming on your face.

and from now on you promised yourself to live your limited time on this planet to the fullest.

and it's done! this is the finale of soulmates. thank you for reading and I am sorry that it's short. I'm pretty sure everyone who reads me stuff knows about my condition right now. special thanks to @z3r0art sorry that the uzui taking care of the reader was wrong. I only found out it was different when I had already typed it. thank you again for this wonderful request. If you have requests please send them I hope you enjoyed it!!!✨✨

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[springpalettes-art]

Part 88 - Alone

Please read this first.

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[demonmew25]

Sleep Paralysis

So I had sleep paralysis for the first time in ages this morning, I use to get it a lot.

Anyways I'm laying there frozen while being tormented by a sleep paralysis demon who is known as "The Body Part Collector". He had his favourite parts of his victims stitched into his face and all over his body, dude must have had like 100+ teeth sewn around his mouth. He even had a whistle made out of someone's nasal cartilage.

The whole time this thing was tormenting me, all I could think about was "why can't my sleep paralysis demons look like Muzan Kibutsuji??" 😂😭

Now I feel kinda of bad berating this sleep paralysis demon 😭 but he had it coming lol.

My partner snapped me out of my sleep paralysis by booping my face 😂 apparently I woke him up trying to swear at this thing 😂😭

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[violetduchess]

👹👑°Kibutsuji Muzan°

///One-Shots

👑 Scars to your beautiful

///Headcanons

👑Stabbed by stalker

///Drabbles

👑27.Please stay with me

👑Despise

///Series

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

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[i-am-muzan-kibutsuji]

Here you are.

And just who are you supposed to be?

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[insane-brit]

Consecrated (Teaser)

Muzan Kibutsuji x Demon!Fem!Reader

ONE-SHOT LINK: NOT OUT YET

A/N: This was originally a blurb I wrote last night to try and give myself a break from classwork, but I think I'm going to turn this into a one-shot. I just haven't had the time the past few weeks to genuinely sit down and write for the Royalty series and other works. However, I did finish the class that was giving me the most work and I'm delighted to have more time to write now. I’ve started chapter 3 for Royalty, inching closer to finishing the Pray to me one-shot, and I've started writing requests!

Warnings/tags: Dark themes, violence, consuming humans, blood, anger, death, slight religious terms, manipulation, slight smut, P in V, some self hatred/loathing, slight objectification

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word count: 550

He stood there like a statue. Expression etched into one of apathy. Hollow and void of any emotion like the bottom of a sable sea. Her brows furrowed and pointed teeth bit her lip. Vermillion ichor leaked from the wound and dribbled down supple skin. Who was he to have done such a thing? To cause rapture in her world and one she couldn’t fix unless she embraced death in all his cold merciless glory.

The flare of his cells ignited through her body. A constant reminder that she was chained to him body and soul. Kibutsuji made sure she knew this fact with no resistance. Resisting caused pain. Pain is suffering. Though, what is suffering anymore? She had already endured so much over the ages she watched the sun rise and fall from the shadows. Never able to let its warmth coat her skin unless she wanted the smell of burnt flesh and scorched ruin to litter her body. Having to flee from those with blades on their hips hellbent on eliminating her kind. A transformation she never asked for. One of abomination and sin.

She had devoured countless bodies. Each time in a fury of erratic hunger. Her stomach and instincts were ravenous and crying out for more.

More more more

Salt would trail down her face as she heaved over the deceased. Saliva dripped onto their massacred remains. Hiccups bubbled in her chest as she cradled the faces of children, women, and men.

“Oh, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…please I’m sorry.” Smearing the blood onto the fabric covering her chest. Tucking her head into their hair coated in the nutrients she so desperately needed to survive.

She was a beast with an insatiable hunger for the flesh of who she once was. Watching people live their lives as she ripped shreds of skin from her bones. Screaming in rage as it grew back only to be mutilated more the next. They had no idea how lucky they were. They weren’t chosen for this or more than just becoming a monster. No, he had her wrapped around his finger. Nothing was private as he knew everything. He flipped the pages of her back and forth never missing a detail. Tweaking the imperfections until satisfied.

An object, something to own, something to control, that’s who she was. The feeling of him sliding into her as he held her down on the cotton sheets, her legs carelessly hooked onto his hips as he linked his pelvis to hers, caused a flurry of mixed emotions to wage war. He would graze his canines across the curves of her neck. Sinking and drinking in his fill of everything that he made her to be. Coaxing sounds from her throat as he fondled her breast. All the while she would grit her teeth. Awaiting the onslaught of destruction demons were bound to cause in a coitus act. Marring each other’s appearance as they were helpless to their desires. It never came. Kibutsuji never allowed it and if he had any craving to maim her while bedding her, he never did. He would leave gashes that soaked the tatami mat and covers in cardinal fluid. Watching the lesions close and her muscles tense in anticipation for something far worse but never mangle her beyond repair.

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[netmors]

Demon Progenitor...

Midnight rkgk in honor of the Swordsmith Village Arc finale.

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[chocolatemilk-77]

mentions of isolation, being chained up, being muzzled, starvation, gore, Darling eating humans/demons, Darling knows no mercy, Muzan treats Darling like a pet

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore Yan!Muzan with really a really soft, timid human Darling, but hear me out;

Yan!Muzan with a feral demon Darling.

And when I say feral, I mean feral. Like, “doesn’t even talk and just communicates with snarls” feral. Like, “if demons could have rabies they’d act exactly like Darling” feral. Muzan doesn’t remember when or why he fell for them, but they’re his dammit.

Yes, he hates how messy they get when they’re eating. Yes, he hates how much of a hassle it is to clean them up.

But as annoying as their antics may be, he does like how he kind of gets a guard dog out of them. Most likely trains them like an aggressive pet to attack anyone he tells them to.

Probably uses Darling as a disciplinary and/or disposal tool for demons that piss him off. All he has to do is point at them and Darling pounces on them before they can even process it. The demon screams as they’re torn piece by piece, limb by limb, yet their pleads for mercy fall on deaf ears as Darling continues to feast, leaving nothing behind.

Muzan definitely has some sort of reward/punishment system in place for Darling. If they ever decide to misbehave, he’ll lock them up and let them starve for however long he thinks they deserve, depending on how severely they step out of line. Maybe it’s a week, maybe it’s months.

However, if Darling chooses to be a good little pet, he’ll reward them with a feast. Leading Darling to a small yet decently populated village, the two stand atop the highest rooftop, looking down at all the people sleeping peacefully within their homes.

“Go.”

That’s all he has to say before Darling lunges forward, crashing through the closest window and plunging their fangs into the first person they see.

It only takes minutes for chaos to ensue. Screams of horror, cries for help, all lost to the night with no one to save them.

Silence washes over the village soon after. Blood dirties the walls and soaks the dirt. Doors, windows, furniture, walls, even entire houses have been torn down, all by the demon searching for a meal.

Licking their lips, Darling hunches over the bodies and continues to take greedy bites out of the remains of the villagers. They don’t care how much blood ruins their clothes, or how the metallic scent lingers in the air. In fact, if they had enough awareness, they might have even said they adored it.

Muzan approaches them, admiring the chaos and tragedy Darling was able to bring to this village. It was clear they had been wanting this for quite some time.

“Darling.”

The feral demon responds with a stifled growl into their food, much too hungry to pay much attention to the Demon King.

At this, Muzan narrows his eyes. He was the one who brought them here. He was the one who let them have this meal. They should be more grateful.

“Darling.”

They know that tone. They’ve heard it many times before, and they know that if they respond to it poorly, it’ll lead to their meal being taken away, and then it’s back to square one- muzzled, chained, and thrown into an empty room to starve.

With a frustrated huff, Darling pauses their feast and turns to Muzan. Although they’re itching to go back to their meal, they know better than to bite the hand that feeds.

“It seems like someone is finally starting to learn their place.”

He reaches a hand out and begins to stroke Darling’s head. His fingers run through their hair, gently yet possessively.

“You’re a good pet, aren’t you?”

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