#kibutsuji muzan x black y/n

[pbees]

Marechi!

[𝙐𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨! 𝙓 [𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!]

Part 1 ☆ Part 2!

WARNINGS!; future parts will contain Nsfw content!!

This part contains

Face eating //kinda//

Mention of Gore

Kidnapping by default

Need

/nēd/

require (something) because it is essential or very important

⏝︶︶⏝︶ ୨୧ ︶⏝︶︶⏝

強くて美しい

..."

You're still alive..

YOU’RE STILL ALIVE?!

Quickly sitting up you surveyed the scene. You were covered in blankets that seemed to be soiled, but you couldn't complain. There was a fire going in a chimney a little ways away from you- confirming it was a house.

This place smelled horrible.

Surveying your surroundings check! now body check.

Alright for the most part. Your lips were still sore from earlier and your throat stung. For the most part, however, you were fine, all your fingers still intact.

Then suddenly

" Eat"

Bellowed a horrible English accent from the far corner of the room making you jump out of your skin.

There sat a man with-

Six eyes and wine red hair ? I mean besides the eyes he was rather attractive and his clothes didn't do much to hide the muscles underneath. His scary appearance didn't stop you from blurting out a-

" Oh hell what am I looking at?- did

Did I actually die?"

You whined ' Of course it was too good to be true. The creature in the corner didn't enjoy what you said about what he assumed was his appearance he grunted all his eyes narrowed at you.

You gulped quickly shutting up- what did he say do 'Eat? - Where's the food? Looking around again on the floor you spotted the very uncooked meat that had been thrown on a broken plate.

"Yeah I don't think I can eat that- uhm anything else in here you....?" you swallowed your pride and gave the creature a nervous smile. He grunted again before saying what you assumed to be his name.

" It's Kokushibo" he pointed to his chest, he realized you were filling in for his name after. In your defense your Japanese wasn't the best the group translator was previously slaughtered, plus and the same could be said for Kok-ushibo.

Well, not his Japanese, but English.

That begs the question, how does he know you speak English? The group spoke French the whole time- also assuming he's the one that slaughtered them.

Okay, you had to stop too- many questions were approaching your head. Might as well try talking to the Creature again.

" Kokushibo- hmmm- do you Hafe cookied phood?" you motioned to the bleeding plate of pale meat.

Another question- what was he trying to serve you???

He replied back in English even though you were trying your best to speak in Japanese " I Do not"

"Okay, are we gonna speak English or Japanese?" You let out a nervous sigh He gave you a look before replying " English"

"Okay okay- Kokushibo was it? Uhmmm where are we?" Oh gosh the questions are back.

He pointed to the quote on quote ' Food.'

" His House"

He does murder people good good, you're so safe.

" Why am I here Kok-ush-iboo?"

"Kokushibo"

"Kokushibu"

" Gud enough"

You sighed finally deciding to get up. You haven't properly used your feet since you froze a day ago, and your clothes were soiled much like the blanket making you uncomfortable. Clearing his throat he piped up again.

" Come here-

You visibly sweat as you approached the demon. The closer you got the more imposing he looked. Those are skull-crushing hands. Better yet why we're you here talking to him you should be running away right now, but much like before you were frozen as soon as you were arm's distance from him.

Your arm distance.

Reaching his hand out he grabbed your face making you yelp. He inspected your face, not with the intent to crush it luckily- more for studying it. He was a bit taken aback by your even when he first rescued you out of the snow. He only really saved you because your appearance intrigued him. He totally thought you were a demon at first glance but a demon wouldn't beg like you had their limbs would've grown back with no trouble.

There was also the interesting case of your blood. Before you wheezed out a "please" to him he drew his finger across the small drop of blood you left on the snow it's the smell was pungent. Which made him turn your face over by then you had passed out but the blood littering your lips was still there.

Demons didn't have blood that pleased other demons. His original idea was to ask the master about it, but if He didn't know you existed Kokushibo greedily wanted to keep you to himself.

Though much didn't hide from that man.

After checking if you were still breathing he picked you up by the collar of your clothes you were

basically a freeze pop in his hands.

He has to find some way to warm you up the circulation to most of your limbs was disappearing and your heart was on its last beat. Why you were so far out in the woods puzzled him- better yet why you were still alive with such heavy traces of a demon on you.

Seeing a house horribly covered in wisteria flowers, that would do a good job at keeping lesser demons away. They must be been a demon slayer of some kind 'Oh well'.

Making quick work of the Humans inside he sat you down close to the fire they had previously burned. He ate most of the slaughter but left pieces for you on the ground.

" Are we done yet..?" you squeaked out the position was making your back hurt from being bent to suh and angel. He let go of your face and huffed.

" You must eat" He pointed to the raw human. You just gave him a distributed look " I can't eat that ma-youu" you quickly corrected yourself not sure he would enjoy being called anything but his name.

"I don't know how out of date your human book is, but we can't eat Raw food and Especialy Humans at that?" you could not stress that fact enough.

" Then we must get you food so you can stay- healthy "

"Are you trying to fatten me up?"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing-"

He gave you the nasties glare before standing up- AND HOLY SHIT HES TALL. Maybe your death which your pretty sure actually happened opened up the part of your brain that was a pure idiot because Why aren't you running the fuck away right now?

" if you try to run away I would and could kill you" he adjusted his clothes glaring at you.

"Noted!" Now he can read my thoughts give me a damn break. Walking past you he motioned you to follow him as he made his way through who's ever house this was.

" When I walk you follow - understood?"

"I guess ?" you sighed your confusion was going to make your head explode.

He nodded, the two of you must be fast the sun would be coming up soon.

_

You tried picking up his sword twice with him scowling at you in distaste every time you fell on your ass. He wasn't sure why he's kept you alive, you're no different than any other human wel that's not entirely true actually. There was the topic of your blood, demons survived off of it but flesh also fed the hunger they always have. Your blood seemed to be gleaming when looking at you it's the first thing he smells.

He wants to taste it, but he doesn't want to scare you away- any more than he has at least. He will bring it up later after you've eaten.

It would probably taste even better than it smelled. Thinking about drinking from you made him excited.

“ I’VE GOT IT!” you finally got it off the ground by and inch before you slipped on the snow hitting your face up against the weird eyeball sword. This caused you to bust your lip with a cry. You gave up you weren't gonna attempt to pick it up again.

Sighing you finally looked at Kokushibo- expecting to see the upset scowl from before your soul left your body when you saw him drooling.

His teeth were clenched showing off his canines as he looked down at your frame. You were too afraid to move just like before hyperventilating as he approached you.

“ Ko- before you could finish he grabbed your chin, it was far bigger than your face. Pulling you closer to him you started to tear up.

He's gonna eat me oh gosh he's gonna eat me i knew it- DAMN IT I KNEW-

‘Slurp’

Huh-

He was sucking your lip.

This definitely wasn't eating you- I mean it is but not what you were expecting. He was so engrossed in the act he was ignoring the confusion radiating off you. Your hands grabbed at his Haroi pulling him closer, his teeth scraping the bottom of your lip. Finally pulling away a string of saliva still connecting him to you.

Your hands still held his haori as his hand still caged your face. All six of his eyes gave your face a once over like he didn't suck the life out of you.

“I'll get the animal myself stay here” He started walking off.

“Man, what the fuck just happened?”

____

Not to plot driven this chapter unless you conclude the fact Kokushibo thought reader was a demon☠️

Next part will be a little more spicy, in truth after a certain point I forgot what the hell I was typing a desperately tried to remember.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!

I'll typo check later :3

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[l4ysinterlude]

request: “Hmm… Hashira! reader who is normally shy gets drunk and flirts with a white hatted stranger. they don’t know he’s the demon king, & muzan humors them. turns out drunk reader is very charismatic and entertaining, ended up making out with muzan for a while. like, a hour. when the big battle happens, they encounter muzan and reader remembers everything, feeling their lips to still feel muzan’s on them. shy hashira reader is red faced and stuttering lol”

AN: heya, very sorry for the long delay of this ask. i’ve been extremely busy for the past 2 weeks but i’m gonna take some time off to complete this. as an apology for my absence, i decided to take it upon myself to make this a 2 PART story (this might be counted as a series). i will also like to add that, i kinda exaggerated his outfit he was wearing because like.. it was thoughts running throughout my head. so just a heads up, i’m a little descriptive of his outfit. and MAYYYY… have gotten carried away on this one. so i apologize in advance 🙏🏾.

request by @cursetopia

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 - pt. 1

pt. 1 | pt. 2

muzan x hashira! reader

warnings/notes: 16+ blog, semi-nsfw, suggestive content, dancing/clubbing (yk, they might be all touchy-feely or wtv), grinding, making out, modern(ish?) au mixed with the present (if that makes sense).

synopsis: you are a shy hashira who has took the time to cut loose, enjoy yourself; until you encounter a man in a white hat. things turn very intimate until a few days later, you encounter him again. not expecting he was the enemy… the enemy who the DSC hates the most.

you were feeling very bold tonight. you don’t know what it was, but your shy nature wasn’t there anymore when you were out on the dance floor, letting loose and releasing your inner freak. you order a couple of drinks and got yourself to the point you forgot where you was. enjoying yourself to the fullest; ignoring the people that surrounded you.

but you senses started to somewhat sneak in, feeling a presence coming straight towards you. you got a good look at him even if your vision relatively blurry. he was wearing a black/sliver vest, a white-long sleeved dress shirt, and some black dress pants and sliver loafers. he’s kinda over-dressed for this type of environment but you didn’t even seem to care. he lifts up the white hat that was covering his face, revealing his beautiful crimson but vibrant eyes.

the way his eyes shined within the dim lights in the room everyone was in, was breathtaking. he was undeniably attractive and you were too stunned to speak, even though you weren’t even sober. the music that was playing shifted into a more intimate vibe. so people are about to to get real touchy.

you started to sway your hips to the beat and eventually making your way towards him; wrapping your arms around his neck, closing the gap between you two.

he chuckled and admired how bold you’ve been, ever since you saw him. he puts his hands on each side of your hips, moving to the rhythm.

“i’ve never seen somebody so overdressed in this type of establishment…” you smirked. he laughs to himself, not denying the fact that; it is true.

“well, i like to stand out from the crowd. not dressing the way others do it, nowadays,” he replied, still helping to swaying your hips. you nod at his response and took it in as you go.

“what’s your name?” he asked curiously.

“y/n.”

“nice to meet you, y/n. the names muzan.” he smiled.

“well muzan, all this staring is making me uncomfortable. wanna go somewhere private?” you asked.

he nods as you lead him to some dark corner, away from the people entering the club. as soon as your back hits the wall, your lips crashed onto his. he wraps his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss and licking your bottom lip to be let inside your mouth.

you gladly allowed him to do so and moan in his mouth. you felt a knee go against your crotch. you let out a gasp, letting more arousal build up between you both. he notices and takes the lead by moving his knee and listening to your moans come out from your throat.

you both continue to make love in the corner until the night was over.

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AN: welp, that’s the end of part 1; i really hope you all enjoyed. i’m trying to experiment with newer writing styles and see what i like best. stay tuned for part 2 (coming soon)! also, be sure to like & reblog. it motivates me to continue to create content! you don’t have to, just a suggestion <3.

© Please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, edit, or repost any of my works on any third-party websites or apps (ex. Wattpad, Ao3).

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[s1ckh1mb0]

Clingy Muzan! x Black!Reader

Guys I’m a Muzan loving nigga I can’t help it that man is just so fucking fine and I love my men a little evil😔🤞🏽

Written with male reader in mind

Clingy muzan! Who’s completely obsessed with you. Loves going out to show you off during the night.

Clingy muzan! Who spoils you so much and will literally buy(steal) anything you set your eyes on.

Clingy Muzan! Who doesn’t hesitate to kill anyone who dares to wrong you. Oh some ashy bitch tried you while you were walking around town? Damn now that hoe is on a t shirt.

Clingy Muzan! Who always has to have his hands on you. On your waist, on your thigh, but I’m more than likely his hand is on your ass groping it no matter where you are.

Clingy Muzan! Who always makes sure you what you want. You want a new hairstyle but can’t find a stylist in time? You’ll wake up to 4 ppl in your room to do your hair the next day. And when it comes timed to pay you don’t have to worry Muzan will have all that taken care of.

Clingy Muzan! Who’s fucking you in every place he can. In a alley, in your room, on his desk whenever you want dick best believe you’re getting it.

Clingy Muzan! Who sent all of the demons out on a mission just to have you to himself. Now you’re under him whiles he fucking you dumb. Praising you and covering you in hickeys. And if someone walks in then oh well, he’s worried about one thing and one thing only and that’s you<3

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[killabratzzcherri]

♥︎. — muzan kibutsuji x reader

♥︎. — she was his beloved treasure, one of the sole reasons why he kept fighting. he was her wicked savior, the sole reason she had became one with the darkness.

♥︎. includes. — angst, implied!black!reader, female!reader, slavery, mentions of rape and sa, gore/blood, violence, toxic relationship, canon divergent, manga and ending spoilers, fingering, penetration, biting, degradation.

♥︎. tags. — none

♥︎. author’s note. — this is poorly written and it’s heavily rushed towards the end but I still hope you enjoy!

Everything began on that day.

Everything began on that day.

You were a beautiful woman. With your brown skin and dark hair, twisted and braided into a style foreign to the land. You stood out among the pale-skinned and tanned people. Your beauty was chalked up to the result of the western beauty standards. However, despite your beauty, the treatment you received was not something a person of your appearance would experience. After all, you were a slave. Sold to the highest bidder like livestock. When your master first bought you, he stripped you bare and had the other servants wash you to try and rid of the “black ink” on your skin. I was only when your skin started turn red and bleed after the continuous rough scrubbing. Did your master realize that the brown color was your natural skin color.

For a short while, he was outraged that the slave trader had scammed him of his money. Going as far as demanding that they be brought to him and accept punishment. Soon though, he had come to accept you as a servant. You were fast and efficient with your chores, and you were definitely easy on the eyes as well. Something that irked him about you, was that you rarely showed emotion. You always kept an impassive expression on your face, and looked at him with your dull eyes as if you weren’t really looking at him.

Your master was a bad and sadistic man, and when you gave him a lack of response upset him. So, he did whatever he could to get a reaction out of you. Beating you, killing or whipping whoever got close to you in front of you, upping your chores, accusing you of crimes you didn’t commit. Even going as far as making you lay in bed with him against your will. But even as he defiled and tainted you in the worst ways possible, you remained somehow even more emotionless as before. Looking like a doll as you put up with everything he did to you.

As time passed, your master grew even more angry with you and you took it. You tried to fake an emotion to appease him but that only angered him more, thinking you were mocking him. He beat you worse that day and you never tried again. All this happened behind closed doors, and when guests were over, he would doll you up and send you out to entertain his guests. Especially the male ones as they stared at your exotic form with awe and lust. They had no restraint with touching and speaking with you as they pleased. Through these social events, you learned a lot of stuff that was happening in your area. Whether it be gossip or news, you knew it all. People had oil on their tongues when a lowly slave was around.

Despite your pretty face and slender body, your skin was littered with scars from beatings. Parts of your skin blackened from all the hard work. Soon enough, your master grew tired of you. Sending you off to serve his sickly son as a sort of punishment. Seeing as none of the other slaves and maids wanted to near or tend to him, not wanting to be close to such a sickly person. But you didn’t mind, you simply bowed your head in recognition of your assignment. It didn’t take long for you to move into the separate building, you didn’t own much and the things you did were easy to move.

Meeting you master’s sick son was probably the most important encounter you’ve had in your life. His name was Muzan, and he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. When you first saw him, something in your heart fluttered, and for once you were thankful of your dark skin to hide your probably flushed cheeked. Despite his pale skin and frail body, you saw a handsome man who only yearned to be somebody important. You didn’t express your feelings though, that would be something you took to the grave. No matter how much your master disliked Muzan, and discarded him as a burden. He was still ranks above you and it would be blasphemy for him and you to have any sort of relationship past master and slave.

So you locked away your emotions and did your duty with the best of your abilities. For some time, you both rarely shared words apart from the formalities. However, as time slowly passed, you and him gained a trustful relationship. He was the only person who saw your smile and heard your quiet laugh. Who could sometimes feel your hair on the rare occasion you’re feeling bold and didn’t care about boundaries. Who saw your eyes change from their usual dull hue to hold sympathy at the sight of his illness flaring up. The only person who could see your face show any emotion besides indifference. The only person who could get a reaction from you from his lingering touches and flirty words.

Your relationship has long passed just a master and his slave. From longing touches and gazes, to secret kisses behind closed doors and lovesick conversations made in the dead of night to keep from getting caught. It was a whirlwind for you, to go from being an empty shell to being a human being in love. With her masters son no less. However, you didn’t care about what your master thought. This time, you wanted to be selfish, you wanted to love this man freely and be happy.

And nothing was ever going to take him away from you.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

You first found out about Muzan’s transformation when he had killed one of the maids that attended to him. You had noticed his strange behavior after the doctor had visited him. After all, you were the one to dispose of the body. It was on one of your round trips around the manor when you heard a lowly thud. The sound was so quiet that you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been paying attention. You ran to the general direction where the sound came from and a small amount of fear ran through you.

The only room in that direction was Muzan’s bedchambers, since he preferred to be alone. So he stayed in a secluded and dark part of the house. You were quickly to open his sliding doors, not bothering to knock or ask for permission to enter. What greeted you though was a horrific sight that will forever stick with you. Even through the future centuries. Your hands flew to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming and from shock.

One of the maids mangled and dead body laid on the ground in a pool of their blood. The acrid smell of iron hit you in the face and it suddenly was a struggle to appear composed. The missing arm of the maid was held in your lovers hand. Large bite marks littered the limb and blood stained his face. Flashbacks from your time in the masters house made you really want to recede back into your empty shell.

It was only when you finally looked into Muzan’s eyes did you somewhat control yourself. His eyes shined a bright crimson red in the dark room, illuminated by the full moon. His pupils were predatory, eyeing you like it’s next prey. While beautiful, they were soulless, empty, and uncaring of the action he had just done. Those were the same eyes he looked upon you with. The same eyes that striked an unfamiliar fear into your heart and a bone-chilling shiver through your body.

A part of you understood that if given the right reason, he would kill you like he did her. You’re sure that he saw that understanding in your slowly dulling eyes. He stood up. Something he would usually have trouble doing, it only occurred to you now that he wasn’t in bed. Walked towards you, leaving the arm as if it was some old boring things, and stood over you. It was also now that you realized just how much taller he was than you, not that you had the will to even strain to look up at him. Opting to stare aimlessly at his now broad chest, and restraining yourself from glancing over at the dead girl laying in a dark corner of the room.

He placed his bloody hand on your cheek, caressing your face with his thumb and smearing blood on your face. This loving gesture didn’t last long before he moved his hand to your throat. Using his thumb to forcefully move your head up and look at him, you both only stared at each with empty eyes. His grip around your throat wasn’t necessarily tight but the threat was there, that at any moment he could kill you and silence you forever.

“I’m sorry my love, for you to see me in such a unsightly situation. Surely, you would still love a beast like me right?” He spoke, his words flowing off his tongue like oil.

“After all, who else would love you like I do? My dear father abuses you, the other servants and slaves all hate you, and you have nowhere to go. No one would dare take you as a wife and love you as much as I do. So, you wouldn’t betray me right?”

His words stung yet you couldn’t help but agree with him. He was the only one who treated you well, and you were willing to risk your life on the fact that he loved you. He was playing with the ribbon in your hair before pulling it, making it come undone, releasing them from its neat bun. Your beautifully done and decorated braids almost gracefully fell down to your sides and face. Your hair was the only luxury you were allowed to have, since people were enamored with the unique hairstyle and your master often made you do your hair to satisfy his guests.

You stared into his dull eyes that didn’t match with the loving expression he made. But you didn’t care, as long as he continued to love you then it didn’t matter what he did. You weren’t allowed to be picky. So you smiled, reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I would never Muzan-sama, I will forever love you and follow to the ends of the earth. I will worship you, care for you, fight for you, and do everything you ask of me. So please, continue to love me.”

Your words were like sweet honey to his ears, as his hand moved from your throat back to your cheek. Uncaring of the blood that now stained your skin, he kissed you with such passion that you just couldn’t resist returning. You loved this man. So you didn’t mind the disgusting taste of iron in your mouth, or ignoring the poor dead girl with lifeless eyes that stared at both your forms. You didn’t mind when he closed back his door and carried you to his bed, your legs wrapped around his waist, swollen lips, and messy clothes. You didn’t mind when he bit his own tongue while kissing you, giving you his blood. Making you go through the painful process of turning into a demon, nearly tearing your own throat from the intense burning sensation.

A part of you died that night, both physically and emotionally. As he peppered kissed along your panting form, only being able to let out pained moans in return. You felt a sense of acceptance as he held you so intimately.

“My beloved toy~, forever and always~”

Yes, you’ve accepted your position in this accursed life. You’ll forever be Muzan’s woman, his toy, his wife, his lover, his one and only, for as long as your body still walked this earth.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Muzan had multiple ways of punishing you when you stepped out of line, some are more enjoyable than others. To be fair, he’s had thousands to perfect and come up with ideas to punish you. To keep track, you’ve categorized them into three categories. The physical, mental/emotional, and the sexual. Your least favorite is the mental ‘cause while you can heal physical wounds, you can’t heal your mental state.

You don’t have a most favorite. The other two are equally as bad, but if you had to choose, then sexual would be your choice. At least then you experience some type of pleasure. However, he rarely choose sexual punishments. Only when he’s already riled up does he decide ‘to show mercy’ on you.

You were hoping that he was in that mood today. It had been a really rough day and was annoyed with the useless bloodshed he was doing over simply getting annoyed. So you stopped him from killing a drunken that had accidentally stumbled into him in an alleyway. He didn’t take to kindly to that and was silent for the rest of the walk. You knew that your actions would have consequences, but you only hoped that he wouldn’t be so harsh.

So here you find yourself seated on your lovers lap, your back pressed up against his chest. His hand tightly gripping your bare waist to keep you still and from running away. His sharp nails dug into your skin and drew blood that trickled down your body and onto the bed. He didn’t care about it though, he would simply just replace the fabric once he was done. Not that you cared either, you were to busy clawing at his arms. Trying to escape from the immense pleasure he was giving you. His fingers working wonders on your cunt and making your vision go in and out.

He was meticulously rubbing your pussy from behind. Slow and gentle, then fast and rough thorough movements. Never really entering you, just rubbing and rubbing and rubbing with lots of pressure. Tips of his fingers grazing over your entrance, teasing you with an inch of penetration before going back. You’re holding onto his forearms while you grind yourself back against his fingers, whimpering as you get overwhelmed with pleasure. His lips on your neck. You’re pussy making such lewd sounds. You can’t hold back your orgasm any longer and you half expect him to pull away to deny you, your release. When you let out a loud cry from the intensity of your orgasm, you dig your nails into Muzan’s arms as he just keeps rubbing.

You realized that he intended to rip orgasm after orgasm out of you, and all you could do was lay there and take it.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? You acting all heroic for a lowly human, hm?” He spat, hand moving from your waist to your throat, roughly moving your head back. A tight grip that would kill any normal person in minutes. It only served to make your vision turn white and arouse you more as he rips another orgasm out of you.

“Mghnn…M-Muzan-sama..agh, p-please forgive me” you moaned out.

“No no no, this is what you asked for so you take it like a good little whore. You wanna be a hero then take all the orgasms I give you”. You didn’t know that you would become such a mess simply from his fingers. Your body shaking from the overwhelming pleasure he was providing you, not even giving you a break in between your highs.

After what you presumed was your fourth orgasm did Muzan finally stop. By now, your clit was swollen and highly sensitive, to the point where it hurt with the pleasure. Fresh and dried tears stained your pretty face, along with your ruined makeup and blood from Muzan’s hand. Your neck was littered with hickeys and bleeding bite marks. Muzan still had a firm grip on your throat, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve blacked up at least once by now.

He forced your mouth open, shoving two cum soaked fingers into your mouth and down your throat. Despite being used to his rough behavior, your eyes still widened at the act and the taste of yourself on your tongue was sudden, but not exactly uncommon. After letting his fingers soak in your mouth, took them out and without warning, stuck his fingers into your still sensitive cunt. Eliciting a loud moan from your sore throat.

“You didn’t think that was the end, did you? Oh no, we’ve got all day to reward you” he spoke in a sultry tone, a smirk adorning him pale face.

He hoists one of your legs onto the bed and undid his pants, pulling it down to free his leaking erection. Even after thousands of years, his cock never fails to nearly split you open with its size. While it was the normal 6in in length, the girth of it was thicker and always stretched you out. The sight nearly made you drool in want and desperation.

He removed his fingers and lined up against your entrance. The feeling of him entering was dumbifying, making you cum just from the pleasure of him bottoming out. The sight of you was nothing short of shameful, with your hair a mess, tongue out and mouth wide open in a silent scream. His only act of kindness was giving you a second to get used to his size before pulling out and plowing back into you. He continued this rough pace, even letting you turn around so he could see your fuck-out face. You wrapped your legs around his waist and claw at his back. Even if the wounds from your scratches instantly healed, Muzan took silent pride in reducing to you to a mere lustful whore.

Your eyes were out of focus as your mind was fucked blanked, leaving no room for coherent thoughts. He loved hearing your sluttish moans, especially when it rose an octave higher when he hit that special spot. He loved watching your boobs jiggle from the force of his thrusts. Loved hearing your mindless babble of insensible words and his name. He loved everything about you, and this was his way of showing it.

So as you go through your latest release, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your back arching and fingers and toes curling up from the intense surge of pleasure wash over your body. Muzan is sure to ingrain the shameful images of you into his head, because you are the most perfect goddess to roam this earth. The only one fit to stand by his side and be tainted so much by him alone.

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You knew this day would come.

The day where God would finally condemn you and your lover for your sins. You always dreaded the thought of finally dying. No matter the sugarcoated words Muzan would whisper into your ears, about how you and him would conquer the sun and rule the world. Bringing humanity to its knees. Even on the nights that he would hold your body so gently and spoke hushed promises of greatness. Deep down, you couldn’t believe him. God never favored the wicked, you knew this to be true. So Muzan’s words only gave you a temporary comfort.

There was no hope for redemption for you. You’ve done and said unspeakable things, some you don’t even regret nor care enough to remember. Muzan had tainted you through and through, with not only his blood running through you, but also some of his ways of thinking. You hated that part of you. You hated how quickly you were to anger now. How quickly you casted a humans’ life aside in favor of your own. How you were filled with a sense of ecstasy at the notion of being worshiped, seeing people grovel at your feet. You hated it with a burning passion. But what you hated more, was just how much you loved it.

You’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re a horrible person. One that shouldn’t be allowed to roam the earth with the living. However, you were to selfish to concede to that. You didn’t want to die just to please humans, the thought disgusted you. All your life, you’ve bowed down to the will of man, enduring their lustful stare and inappropriate groping. Even now, you still had to bow down to your lover who had forced this repulsive lifestyle onto you.

So while it wasn’t a surprise, the revelation that you may actually perish tonight struck fear into your still heart. Tonight was the night that everything would finally come to an end. The continuous bloodshed between humans and demons had finally reached its peak. No matter how many slayer you struck down, more would rise to try and struck you down. The city was a a complete war zone. Houses and the streets were bathed in the fallen’s blood and lifeless bodies. It was a scene straight out of one’s worst nightmare. No. Even worse than that.

God showed no mercy that night. Neither for man or demon. While Muzan had ordered you to hide, the slayers forced their way to you and multiple fights ensued. While you were by no means weak, the mental strain from trying to fight off hoards of slayers was taxing. To the point where everything became a blur, the only thought in your mind was to survive no matter what and get back to Muzan. You told yourself that he fix everything, that you both would be able to live another day and he would fulfill all the promises of greatness with you.

You knew it was foolish thinking, but you wanted to believe so bad that it would become true. You loved him to much to simply give up. As the hours passed and the time of dawn grew closer, you slowly accepted your inevitable death. All the Upper Moons were dead and only you and Muzan were the last demons alive. The main two that everyone despised. In spite of the Upper Moons killing some of the hashiras, even the most badly injured ones stood tall and battled fiercely.

They swung their swords with such intensity and hatred that it almost made you want to surrender and beg for mercy on your death. You were starting to slow on your dodges, not finding openings to attack during their vicious assault. Your body was covered in your blood from multiple fatal wounds. Your eyes shined a bright red with narrow pupils and veins tracing the corners, canines sharp and stained with blood, showcased for all to see in a angry sneer. Your normally neat hair was wild and dirty from dirt and dry blood, more veins popping from your hands as you brandished you razor sharp nails. You looked absolutely feral and demonic.

During the fight, you were thrown into one of the abandoned houses. As you quickly got up, you got a glance of something from your side. You looked to get a clearer view, making sure it’s not a trap, the sight made your heart drop. It was a broken mirror, but in the remaining glass shards, you could see a broken reflection of yourself and what was looking back at you couldn’t have been what you looked like. This wasn’t what you wanted, you just wanted to live a happy life, not turn into a flesh-eating monster.

You didn’t have time to process your emotions as another barrage of attacks hit you. At this new revelation, you didn’t have the same fight to survive anymore. The horrific image of yourself haunted you. You wanted to give up, accept death and pray that God have mercy on your and Muzan’s soul. Muzan…..

That bastard.

At the reminder of Muzan, a wave of anger and hatred hit you. He was the cause of all of this. If he wasn’t so obsessed with power than you both could’ve just lived a happy life. But instead, he wanted more and more to the point where he hurt everything around him, even you. He was the reason why your life was so miserable, it wasn’t like he treated you good. He was constantly condescending and treated you like a trophy to the other demons, not even the lower moons respected you.

You constantly had to watch what you said around him in fear that he would punish you, and spent many lonely night by yourself when he was tending to his human wives. It disgusted you and you through multiple fits which he always responded to with a mere disappointed glare. “You are my wife, don’t embarrass me by acting so shamefully,” he would always say like you were in the wrong for getting upset. Even when you took on human lovers yourself to make him jealous, he would simply kill them and leave you for days or even weeks to ‘teach you a lesson’.

Many nights you cried into Daki’s arms from frustration with him, knowing you could do nothing about his behavior. There were even times where a part of you wanted him to die. For him to burn violently under that harsh sun and for there not to even be a speck of ash from his body left. For a him to get bested by a slayer and get mutilated past the point of recognition, or you would mercilessly smash his face into whatever surface you deemed suitable and stab him repeatedly. You wanted to break him in both mind and spirit, you wanted to have him grovel at your feet and beg for your attention like he does with you. Have him lick at your feet and hump your leg like a dog in heat.

It was then you realized just how much he tainted you. In your previous life, you would’ve never thought like this, but after years of being with Muzan, you have changed and turned evil. You also realize that, that was exactly what he wanted. In order for you to stay by his side, you needed to be able to handle the role of being the second most hated person in the world. What made you hate you hate him, was the fact that despite all the abuse he put you through. You still love him. You love him with all your heart, body, and soul.

The sun was beginning to rise and you knew your time has come. Muzan was backed into many corners and had changed his form many times, but even then nothing could prevent his death. He had transformed into a big hideous baby to try and protect himself from the sun but it was futile. You could hear his inner cry and the form try to dig underground, desperately trying escape death. At this point, you’ve had enough and sent a power blow to the remaining slayer trying to finish you off. Making a dash for your husband, you evaded the slayer trying to stop you and reached Muzan’s deformed body.

You pressed your body against it and you could feel your physical body being absorbed. All you wanted to do was to see your husband one last time and you desperately searched for his subconscious. You saw him trying to convince Tanjiro to take his place as the demon king, to finish what he had started. But the boy refused, leaving Muzan behind to reunite with his fellow slayers and friends. Muzan cried out in frustration and desperation, for him to come back and fulfill his dying dreams. He didn’t listen though and left him alone in the darkness. You saw him become angry and it broke your heart to see him in such a state. No matter how badly he treated you, you couldn’t stand to see him experience such pain.

As you watch him, you saw that he is experiencing the true feelings of despair. He sees his dreams disappearing right before his eyes. Everything that he worked so hard for was slipping right through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it. His eyes are wide as they try to process just what was happening, how something like this could happen to a god like him. He was supposed to have everything yet somehow, he doesn’t.

Then, through the darkness and hopelessness of it all, you appeared. He expected you to yell at him, hit him, curse him for not giving you what he had promised. Instead, you looked at him with loving and sad eyes with a reassuring smile. His anger got the best of him as he yelled at you, “what’re smiling at! We’re fucking dead and all you want to do is stand there and look pretty!?”.

He expected you to get angry back, after all, he had turned you into a vindictive woman. However, instead of retaliating and blaming him for their failure, you sigh, a tired exhale that holds no disappointment or contempt. “It’s okay, you tried your best and lost, it’s not your fault,” you say, and as your words finally catch up to him, Muzan feels his world come to a hard stop. Since he became a demon, he’s told himself that he always needs to be the best. That demons were superior to everyone else and he was the only one worthy to be the king. He was a god, everyone else should just bend to his will and die. There was no way a god like him would die by those filthy humans -

It’s the familiar warm fingers, gently caressing over his cheek that snap him back to reality. Slowing down his rapid breathing. When he blinks up at you, he finds you kneeling in front of him. Your arms wrapped protectively around him, his cheek pressed against your exposed cleavage as if a mother was hugging their child. His hands immediately come from tightly gripping your forearms to embrace you, to his palms on your back and nails curling against your kimono. Cradling the back of his head, uncaring of the way he breaks down before you. Nothing but a warm smile graced your bloodied lips.

“It’s okay, it’s all over now. You can finally rest,” you whisper, and for a moment. Muzan swears, he sees God’s deliverance through you. A overwhelming feeling of tranquility fills him as he embraced the sweet grips of your love and comfort. Now, the thought of dying didn’t seem so scary as it once did. He had no reason to fight anymore, his body was starting to disintegrate and as long as you were by his side then he didn’t care. His only wish would be that if there was a heaven or hell, then you would go to heaven. You didn’t deserve to burn in hell with him, you were just a soul that was tainted by the likes of him. However, some part of him selfishly wished that you would stay with him for eternity. Even if it meant that you would have to follow him down to hell.

“I love you,” Muzan spoke, voice hoarse from the pain of his burning body, and from the heavy weight of your words. Muzan’s shoulders hitch in an uncharacteristic sob, “my girl. The best woman in the whole world.”

“Yours…” you whispered back. A single tear slid down your cheek, the reality and acceptance of your deaths coming full force. “Yours, always and forever,” you added, a quiet tremble in your voice. You held him tighter, running your fingers through his hair, and let some of the sadness you felt seep into your tone.

“The Demon King’s wife. His Beloved Toy.”

Muzan looked up to see you smiling that small, fond smile again. Your eyes beaming with affection as you smiled down at him, your own body burning away. He felt tears sting at his eyes again, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to regret or feel shame for the way his legs trembled from kneeling for so long, or the way his being burned with anger and hatred for the demon slayers to reduce not only him but you to a pathetic mess. He just couldn’t, not with your hand on his head and around him. In his final moments, he enjoyed the view of all the colors of dawn as the sun rose over the destroyed village. Even after both of your bodies were no more than dust in the wind, he could still feel the warmth of your embrace. As the grips of death took ahold of him, he accepted his fate and let the darkness overtake him.

The next time he’s aware, he finds himself in his old home. The only difference was that it was surrounded by tall, thick, dark trees with red spider-lilies littering the area. He was dressed in his old garments that he wore before becoming a demon. Was this his punishment? To live as his old, weak and sickly self in that dark house caged in by a dark forest, for all of eternity. Even the sky was gloomy, with gray clouds blocking any potential sunlight. He was close to breaking down, but then the sliding door the to house opened. His eyes widened at the sight of you. Standing there in your past human form and clothes. Tears brimmed his eyes at the sight, hoping, praying, that this wasn’t just another way for hell to punish him. But when you smiled back at him, nearly as close to tears as him, he knew that you were his Y/n.

He walked to the porch and pulled you into a tight embrace. One you didn’t hesitate to return with matched emotions. Neither of you said anything, you were to busy crying into his clothes with happiness and he wanted to savor this moment of you finally back in his arms. Muzan buried his face into the top of your head, inhaling your sweet scent and smiling as a sense of peace washed over him.

He was home.

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[weirdfanfic]

Guardian of the Earl

Chapter 2 Private Meeting

It wasn't long before Tanaka informed us of our guests' arrival. Vincent, my brother, nodded to let him know to let the man in. Wiping away my tears, he smiled softly at me. "To think my younger sister might see her future husband I might need to get a new guard dog." I laughed until an explosion was heard outside, I froze in place, and Vincent did the opposite running towards the explosion. I wish I could run, but I could not; my legs were weak like my knees gave out, my palms were sweaty, and my mind was racing only one thought kept me going: are the boys OK? Getting the courage to move I start to run towards the sound through the hall my thoughts keep rushing about the boys and whether they were okay, relieved to find the twins were inside in the living room close to their mother Rachel holding the boys close to her. 

"There was an explosion outside Vincent went to investigate!" "I'll check on him, stay here with the children, and don't go outside!" I hurried outside to find a carriage on fire fortunately the fire did not harm the horses as the robes were cut for them to run away from the fire now it's only the fire. "Excuse me? Are you Miss (Y/n) Phantomhive?" I look in the direction of the wall of smoke and ash only for a tall man to immerse out the smoke with a black trench goat hanging on his shoulders while wearing a white suit with no black stains to be seen. I was in awe of how is this man still alive without any burn injury?!  " Oh my, goodness are you alright sir we were just in the game room when we heard the explosion."  "Yes, I was lucky to be out of the carriage before the explosion it was caused by one of the lamps breaking and catching one of the woods of the carriage on fire. Your head butler Tanaka hurried to get a bucket of water instead he got a bucket of gasoline which caused the explosion. Your brother is getting an actual bucket of water. " I let out a huge sigh of relief. Tenaka was old but I think his sense of smell might be off. "My apologies sir please come inside and we start business plans as soon my brother sorts out this fire"

"Here, some tea might calm your nerves" "Thank you but I assure you I'm alright why don't you sit down, it seems like you are the one in a bit of a panic." He smile and put his hand on my shoulder leading me to the couch and giving me the tea I made for him to me. He's quite a gentleman but something wasn't right with him screaming to run, was it his milky skin soft as silk? He took my hand to reassure me that everything was okay, staring into his amber eyes into mine deeper looking for any secrets I hold, it allures me to stare longer at him. "Are you alright you seem to be in a daze you must have been scared hearing an explosion like that I could just imagine the worry you had for your family." his voice calming like a small river. I wasn't able to respond silently drinking the tea I made realizing that it was already cold. "Yes, I was worried about the children they could have been close to the explosion luckily they were with their mother when the explosion happened." "I see if it wasn't for the predicament we're in I would have told you that you look lovely this evening."  my cheeks burn red at his compliment, how can this man make me so flustered, I just met him I have to keep my composure for the company and my reputation. Clearing my throat I look him in the eyes. "As we wait for my brother why don't we discuss your intention with the phantomhive company." Vincent is not here to hold me back I can see what this man truly wants for the company. To do so I have to use my voice is important as a woman to use our voice as it is our only weapon, to learn to use your voice is to learn to use a sword to know when and where not to speak, to know to listen and speak the truth or lie to gain what you need.

"Yes well, I would like to help your brother to transition to welcome your company into Japan a bit more smoothly" His shoulder straight as a soldier on duty, Notice how his soft voice becomes stronger and more determined to speak the matter this shows that this was his goal or that he is truly hiding his true self maybe it could be a beast waiting for his prey to show weakness slowly getting trapped by his claws. I am a black swan my wings as elegant as I raise to aim to be stronger as I have the power to burn his plans to ash if I see fit, he knows this as his eyes speak to me with a stare of demand. "We already planned a transition but it seems you like to push this is riskier than it might seem, the other is you said a courtship is in order. I don't see why marriage can benefit the company."  "Is more the symbolism imagine this my lady a marriage between a local and a foreigner shows there will be a tradition and western culture will combine and it has love and compassion in the company in it for the consumer." his response was smart but not of a business standpoint but it does show that there was thought put into the transitioning is like a family store open to show different cultures can mix it makes the consumer more comfortable to shop there. "You have a point but I like to know about you sir, you see sir I have ears everywhere and it seems that you are known to be a bit secretive you live in the dark no one saw you in the day only at night why is that?" "Can a man not be mysterious? Don't women enjoy the mystery in a man?" I was getting somewhere with this he has his guard up if I can just find a way for him to show his true colors. "I will mostly say you are hiding something like a pup hiding his tail. Are you a Coward sir? Because some who's Imperfect should never be part of the company." His eyes send chills down my spine showing I cross a line. "My lady I assure you I am the Perfect  man for this job if you are concerned about the marriage it will strictly platonic it will be false no papers nothing."

I found his weak point, he wants perfection and control he is truly a predator wanting a bite something dangerous but yet keeps his distance. "We won't speak more about this without my brother being alone with you already may get me in trouble." I stood up from where I was seated only to be stopped by him blocking the door. " Your Brother told me about you and your stubbornness if I may rather see myself as a partner, not as competition I do not want the company I won't be running it you will. I only ask is to be known as your husband to stay in  good light in the eyes of the people and I have control of most of japan's western supplies so please consider my proposal." He moved away from the door only for Vincent to open the door letting in Sebastian our white greyhound running tripping the man and me to the floor as Sebastian was on top of me. I turned my head towards the man for both of our eyes as we both were sent a burst of laughter that broke the tense Atmosphere we had as we both of us agree that this night was nothing but an ordinary night.

After some consideration and scolding from my brother, I agreed on a partnership with this man he might be mysterious but he is smart meaning he can do some good in benefiting me and the company. At the end of our night he went his way back with one of our carriages he gave me a small box "You should know the name of your business partner, my name is Muzan Kibutsuji, and you my dear?" I open the box to see a silver ring it was simply symbolizing our false bond "(Y/N) Phantomhive and nothing more."

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[blkluci]

secrets — muzan kibutsuji ♡

muzan x black fem reader

unprotected sex, mentions of rope, mentions of blood, slight exhibition, muzan being rough with reader, husband!muzan & wife!reader, terrible writing

if only they knew how he made you feel… the way his fingernails would puncture your neck and dig into your skin drawing blood. his tight grip on your neck making you unable to breathe and spots cloud your vision. the pain was so harsh but you knew he wasn't going to kill you. not with how good your pussy was wrapping around him.

hell, your his wife after all. the woman who has bared his child and accepted his violent nature. if there was anyone that he wouldn’t harm it was his daughter and wife.

“don't pass out on me,” muzan’s deep voice rumbled through his chest out his mouth.

the hand that was on your neck loosed and your upper body drop against the wooden table. he roughly landed his right palm on your ass causing a stinging sensation that definitely would leave a welt on your ass later. his hips moved at a ridiculously fast pace bruising your cervix.

with a throat scratchy you attempt to make noise but nothing gets out. all you could do was squeak and jolt every time he thrusts into you. hands flaring in the binds behind your back you tug on the rope that kept your arms right in place.

“what? why are you moving your hands like that?”

his tone had a cocky ring to it. although you couldn't see it, his lips had a smirk plastered on it. excitement and lust was the only thing he knew as he watched your body bounce against the table in the middle of the infinity castle. the lewd sounds and pornographic sight of your ass bouncing back on his pelvis turned him on. such a filthy deed to commit in such a place. you were an unpure woman least to say.

“stop moving around y/n.” he sternly said.

cold fingertips contrast with the warm palms grazing your stomach as muzan place his hands on your waist. he squeezes on your sides once again breaking your skin with his fingernails.

a painful scream rips from your throat.

“mu–zan!”

“that's my name y/n.”

his hands push you into the hard surface to keep you steady as he takes a slow pace. hips backing out till his tip is nearly exposed and shoved it back deep into you. he repeated this action continuously getting rougher each time. tears wet the table that your face smushed against.

muzan eyes became bloodshot and filled with dark veins as drool dripped from his mouth onto your lower back and ass. his fangs bared as he let’s out a guttural grunt that was almost animalistic. his demon senses triggering.

his cock twitched inside of your wet and warm pussy indicating that he was close to release. instinctively biting into your neck, he rests his weight on you as he pressed deep into you halting his movements, spurting his seed out into you.

“otsukaresama deshita~ koibito”

good job, darling

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[sleep-0-deprived]

Bad habits

Muzan Kibutsuji x male reader. Warning NSFW minors dni. Slight breeding kink,sir kink, degrading, butt plugs

You knew loving him was nothing more than a nasty habit but you just couldn’t help coming back even after you found out he cheated on you, you still came back because he was nothing short of intoxicating every little thing about him drawed you closer and made you fall all over again so it was no shock that you came straight back to him after every fight. “Ahh~” the male screamed as he arched his back “and I thought you said you hated me look at you screaming and asking for more” muzan said with a snake like grin “ngh ahh~” the male let out loud moans as the man thrusted his fingers in the much younger males hole “such a slut already overstimulated just off my finger’s”. “I can’t take anymore ngh~” the male barley able to speak said “ oh honey the night has just begun and you haven’t even taken my cock yet” Muzan said with a demeaning tone “I’m going to ahh~” the younger male came on the bed with one more thrust of Muzan’s fingers “tch such a bratty boy soiling the sheets and cumming without my permission what do you have to say for your self?” Muzan said in a loud angry tone “I’m sorry sir” the male said as he looked the black haired man in the eyes “well sorry isn’t going to cut it baby boy get on all fours” the demon king said with a demanding voice that made the h/c boy hard all over again. Every degrading word that came out of the older demons mouth went straight to y/n’s cock and he loved it. “Yes sir” the male said as he hurriedly got on all four’s “since your slutty hole is already stretched you don’t need to be prepped” Muzan said as he thrusted in to the male under him “ahh fuck it feels so big~ Muzan gripped the younger male’s hips so hard that there will bruises the next day as he continues to thrust in to the male that is to cock drunk to speak “Aaaahh ngh~ Mu~ Zaan~” the smaller male moaned as he felt Muzan hit his prostate “fa ahh sterr ahh~” Muzan gripped the male’s thighs as he picked up the speed “I’m going to fuck you until you get pregnant with my kids” these words made names dick throb as he was being roughly fucked “ngh ahh~” the smaller male said in response to the harsh words Muzan said he knew he was close and so was muzan as he felt Muzan twitch inside him. “I’m close Muzan grunted” Muzan picked up the pace trying to chase his high “I’m gonna ahhh~” name shot his load on the black haired man’s chest. “Fuck~” Muzan grunted as he thrusted one more time and filled name’s hole with his seed name and Muzan panted as they came down from their high. Muzan pulled out of the smaller man’s hole and grabbed a butt plug from the table “so you don’t wast any of my seed” Muzan said as he grinned at the fucked out and bruised male “ngh~” the male moaned as the demon roughly shoved the plug in his hole the h/c male knew running back to the man was a bad habit but it felt so good every time.

#muzan x male reader #bottom male reader #sub male reader #demon slayer x male reader

[stargirlnevyx]

•~*<Muzan x fem reader lovely night>*~•

⚠️warnings⚠️: Sexual behavour, naked reader/Muzan, nsfw, kidnapping, sexual content, choking and biting, pet names 18+

hope y’all enjoy im gonna try my best! 🤓🌸

You were walking in the streets everyone was asleep and you just walked walked and walked, suddenly you heard someone walking behind you but you only could see some pair of red crimson eyes staring at you before you passed out.

Tump… Tump…Tump

You woke up in a dark room and a hand lifted your chin caused you to see the dark red eyes again.

what am i doing here? You said annoying your eyes were slowly going to adjust from the darkness as you noticed him, black curly hair, perfect outfit, grimson red eyes and a pale skin

‘‘You are y/n right?’’

the male said not caring about you feeling unconfortable here you will adjust to it soon…

H-How do you know my name?! You asked scared what the male was gonna do with you

i have laid my eyes on you since the day i saw you i am Muzan Kibutsuji i will claim you as mine now and if you don’t i will devour you, it is your choise.

You became shocked you have heard about him that he was the most strongest demon in the whole world how where you supposed to get trough this?…

w-what are you gonna do to me? you asked he leaned in and you mouths almost touching as you blushed and your heat becoming to rise up when you noticed how beautiful he was

’I already said and you will see.’

you noticed him leaning in as your mouth pressed against eachother and he grabbed you hips as you were surprised by the sudden kiss, after all you knew you had no choise in escaping so you decided to get some attention for the first time

You want to fuck me don’t you just say it.

He was surprised by your sudden act but he nodded as he soon lowered his hands to your womanhood as he dragged your pantied down and before you could say something you felt something inside of your walls

agh…what is this?… hgh~…

he got pleased by the fact you moaned and he soon trusted in you caused you to cry and moan more and more and after an time you felt an knot forming in you but before you could climax he took his fingers out of you and left you empty but before you could complain and whine he got rid of his clothes and tossed them away until both of you guys were completely naked

‘’Are you ready?’’ Muzan said almost not caring for your answer you nodded as he glided his dick in with ease and started trusting in you, your moans grew louder and you had to adjust to his size he grabbed you neck caused you to cough of how hard he squeezed it and soon left bite marks on your collarbone and neck and blood dripped down your breasts which landed on the soft mattress

His balls smacked against your ass as he drove you to cloud nine and the knot became to much caused you to get your senses back

I-Im going to c-cum!~ you said with tears forming in your eyes as you felt his hot breath against your neck so you knew he was about to climaxe aswell and when the knot snapped he cummed aswell and you both stayed silent for an few moments but when he wanted to say something you passed out on his chest and he chuckled

Good work today pet you have my compliments…

He stared at your sleeping figure as he stayed awake and when you woke up you had to be ready for round 2….

DAMN I AM SURPRISED HOW I WRITED THIS MUCH WOW JUST WOW HAHA

btw: hope y’all liked it since this was my second post i will write more IG stay safe drink / eat enough and make sure you guys sleep well have a nice day!

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[wisteria-prompts]

i wanna know what... things muzan would do if they caught their s/o in a maid outfit-

Hi I'm not dead

(This isn't proofread, but this should be gn!reader)

Muzan Kibutsuji x Maid!Reader (Suggestive)

Let’s say Douma put you up to this…Because let’s be honest, he absolutely would.

And because you, too, would like to see Muzan’s reaction, you go along with it.

So here you are, dolled up in a maid’s outfit, stockings, headband and all, looking at your reflection in the mirror and wondering how he’d react.

Douma is cooing over you as his servants fuss over your outfit, trying to make it as perfect and presentable as possible. After all, only the best for lord Muzan!

They all scram the moment Muzan’s presence is announced within the cult, and Douma is the first to proudly present you in all your glory as soon as Muzan steps foot in the room.

“Douma, I need you to-” Muzan starts, but the words catch in his throat when his eyes land on the only two people in the dimly lit room. The sight of Douma is expected, even as he poses dramatically with his arms outstretched like a showroom girl towards you. He can expect the second upper moon to be childish, and lackadaisical like that.

He can’t, however, expect something like this out of you.

You, who stood demurely within the center of the room, a bashful yet hopeful look upon your face as you stare at Muzan, your lover. The elegant and tasteful maid’s outfit drapes your form well, the black main portion of the dress contrasting with the white frills of its edges and accessories. Even the headband, adorned with the same frills and the addition of a large bow, complimented your features well. You had to say, even if it wasn’t exactly your style, you looked damn good in it.

It was several moments, however, before Muzan reacted beyond a blank stare, and you were starting to have doubts about giving in to Douma’s suggestion…And then Muzan blinked. “What is this tomfoolery you two are getting into again? Is this some sort of prank?” He says, tone level and as if he’d experienced this kind of thing thousands of times before. With Douma, perhaps he had, but not with you.

Douma sighed heavily, putting the back of his hand on his forehead. “My my, milord, I must say I’m rather dismayed at this lackluster response. Do you truly have no opinion on how absolutely stunning our Y/N looks~?” He says dreamily, provoking a response from the Demon lord. 

“One more word and Akaza might be promoted after all.” Muzan retorts quickly, the chill of his words sending a shiver down your spine. Douma, as always, seems unaffected. For you, however, the shiver isn’t off fear…At least, not entirely.

“Right, right, well…What is it you needed of me again, milord?” Douma sighs again, and resumes his place on his throne. 

The encounter continues as per normal, with you waiting by the sidelines in your cute maid dress, having wanted a bit more of a reaction from Muzan himself…Even if you didn’t need it per se, it would be nice, no?

But you resign yourself to never receiving the praise you so desired.

That is, until you two are alone, back in the Infinity Castle…

“Just what do you think you’re doing, parading around like that in front of Douma?” The demon king hisses in your ear, the entirety of his body pressed almost painfully against yours as he pins you to the wall. You’re trembling under his greedy hands, prodding and caressing your form over the confines of your dress.

“He’s not allowed to see you in this, ever. Understood?” He nips at your earlobe, and you nod shakily, unable to speak. 

“You’re mine, my love. No one else can see you in such an outfit, your beauty unparalleled…No one else can have you like this.” He emphasizes his words with a rough tug on the bow of your apron, the cloth falling to the floor with a soft sound. Before you know it, parts of your outfit are being untied, shoved aside, unbuttoned…But still left on your body, even as he ravishes the skin it hides with hands shoved under the cloth.

“Since you think so lightly of having let Douma behold you in this outfit, I think you deserve to be punished, no?” He whispers dangerously in your ear, and you can only nod in agreement.

Maybe you should have been careful what you wished for.

#demon slayer #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan kibutsuji

[crossary]

something I made up in my mind.

Muzan x Female! Reader

- - - - - ☆

Soft footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the vast and desolate street. It was a rainy day. Usually you'd enjoy it, but today something told you to not, so you didn't do your thing. You didn't play in the rain like you used to do. You were grown up now, and nothing could change that fact.

Suddenly, you turn around to see a man. A man with a white trench coat. He seemed to be holding an umbrella over him. When you looked at his umbrella, he gave you a perplexed look. "I couldn't help but to see you walking in the rain. Let me help you. I can't stand seeing such a pretty being getting drenched in the rain. Don't worry, it will hold the two of us." The man says.

When you saw him light a small little cigar, you could see his face clearly. Pale skin, beautiful black hair, plum red eyes with slits for pupils. Like a cat, you thought. His complexion was very pretty, and to you it looked perfect. Absolutely beautiful.

You nod as the two of you were now walking in the rain. You knew demons existed. In fact, you're even training to become a Hashira at the moment, so it completely shocked you that you needed help...from a demon. You knew that such Demon King exists, and here you two are. Walking side by side under the rain. Although...no one told you of his name.

"I'm intrigued. You haven't landed an attack on me yet. Why's that?" The person asked. "I will not answer for those who will not speak their name." You said, obviously uninterested by this conversation. He narrowed his eyes before clearing his throat. "I don't know if you know who you're dealing with, Demon Slayer. I am Muzan Kibutsuji, the original and the first ever demon to set foot on this disgusting planet." Muzan said. You kind of narrowed your eyes at him too. Tension grew with the both of you and you knew something — You did not like the tension.

"Y/N L/N" You said calmly. "The reason as to why I have not attacked you yet? You'll have to find that out yourself. I do not give answers so easily. I make people work to get the answer they so helplessly desire." You said in a cold manner. He was quite intrigued by how you sound. By how you word things. "You intrigue me, Human." Muzan said with a hint of interest. "Oh please that's what everyone says." You say, dismissing that comment he made.

"It's always 'Oh my god you intrigued me!' 'Lets be friends cause you're different!' 'Surprising act from you' but people just don't look at me in the inside." You say. "Interesting. And what do you say about humanity? Is it pulling at your very core? Is it draining the life out of you? Don't you wish for that draining to stop?" Muzan chimed. He seemed a little too manipulative. Easy giveaway.

"Sorry but you should try harder to cover your manipulative side." You say, smirking at him. You then put a hand under his chin. "I'll think about it." And with that, your hand fell from under his chin. You turned and faintly smiled before walking into the rain. It wasn't raining as much now, but it was still pretty bad. Muzan watched you leave. Watched you depart from under the umbrella. He touched his chin lightly and he didn't know why, but he felt a tiny blush spread on his face. Muzan thought about it before chuckling to himself.

"Till' we meet again, Y/N."

- 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑛 ✩

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #kny muzan #demon slayer muzan #anime #x reader #kny x reader

[akiranzee]

Akaza, kokushibo and Muzan with a racecar driver! reader? Yes, its a dangerous sport but reader knows what they are doing and knows how to get out of situations like that. maybe reader shows their scars from previous accidents they were involved in that that taught them how to do better?

🏎️ • ° ` — “SCARS”

-> PAIRINGS: akaza, kokushibo, muzan kibutsuji x gn!racecar driver!y/n (separated) -> SUMMARY: You show them the “ugliest” parts of your body. -> WORD COUNT: 1.1k+ -> CONTAINS: fluff, little angst, comfort, reader treats scars as ugly (kokushibo’s part), cringe warning? (muzan’s part), ex problems (kokushibo’s part), akaza is an MMA fighter, suggestive, swearing, akaza is insecure, scar kink (muzan), & akaza, kokushibo, and muzan is 30, while reader is 26. -> A/N: modern au!! IDK MUCH ABT RACECAR DRIVING, BUT I TRIED😭. (i think i went too far degrading u guys)

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★ • ° ` — AKAZA:

The night was cold enough to say that you felt like you were naked, standing in the middle of the snow when you literally had a jacket embracing your figure.

Today’s event to say the least, was exhausting. Especially when your lover, Akaza, swore that he’d watch today’s race, but he didn’t come due to an emergency.

Speaking of which, as you looked up from your phone, your eyes adjusting at the dim surrounding for a minute, before finally seeing Akaza in his black car, smiling at you and eyes that literally said “sorry”.

You sighed in relief as the cold night is about to end once you’ve step foot into his car, the warmness will now embrace you.

“Sorry, I wasn’t able to watch today’s race. How’d it go? Did my darling ace it again?” He softly chuckled as he patted your head, whilst starting to rev up the car.

“Mm. I did. It was exhausting. How about you? What happened?” You asked back, as you placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eh, nothing. Just the boss telling me I needed to go to USA for another match.” Akaza answered nonchalantly.

“Wha- you’ll go...?” The worry and sadness in your eyes was visible enough for Akaza’s nonchalant face turn into something of a frown.

“Of course not. I declined the offer. I’m never leaving you, ever.” Your sadness immediately faded, as happiness filled your face that made Akaza chuckle of how obvious it is.

“But... won’t it affect your career? I mean — MMA fighters from USA are usually big shots nowadays..” Your concern comes back again, hesitation filling your mind completely, afraid he might change his mind.

“I’m a big shot myself. Besides, if they’re that desperate, they’d be more than willing to get over here.” It only made you chuckle, remembering just how stubborn your beloved could be.

~~~~~

Reaching your home, you and Akaza shared dinner, bath, and a bed.

This whole month was a busy month, so you guys never get to have the time to do it.. But, that doesn’t stop you.

“‘Kaza, um.. it’s been long, you know... that we uh.. did it..” You fiddled and intertwined your fingers with redness that showed your embarrassment.

Akaza, too, figured it out naturally, his cheeks tinged with light pink too. Akaza wanted too, but he remembers; a scar that lays flat on his abdomen.

It was a newly wound he got a week ago, during training. It was safe to atleast say; that he was embarrassed and ashamed of it.

He is a big shot MMA fighter, after all. He is a veteran and a pro in this field of sports. So, having to just such a mistake slip that easily is just beyond failure.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes, perhaps you thought he was getting a little shy about it as for how long you guys couldn’t do it.

So, you initiated the first move: you climbed up the bed, and took his shirt off. It caught him off guard, but he stopped you midway. But it was too late. You had already seen the scar lying atop his abdomen.

Akaza felt ashamed, wanting the bed to swallow him up. But in the middle of it all, your finger that traced his scar smoothly... made him think otherwise.

“Akaza... are you... ashamed of this?” The ticklish feeling of having your finger run over his scar multiple times comforted him.

He nodded shyly, not expecting this to happen. What he did not expect more, was how many scars you gained over the lapse of one month, as you undressed in front of him.

His eyes widened, as there were no scars before on your chest, stomach, and waist.

“I’ve also gained a lot of them.. hehe.” You smiled sheepishly, embarrassed, but at the same time, proud at the result of all your hardworks.

Akaza too, traced the outline of your scars. They were bigger than his. He looked at you with curiousity in his eyes, why would someone as good and best as you have this much scars.

“I may be good and all but... I’m still improving. It hurts, but these scars remind me of my journey of being here now. After all, without these, and you, I wouldn‘t be here and win today’s race.” Slowly, your arms snaked and wrapped around his neck, the so little space between the both of you was tempting to not close it in.

Maybe, having a scar wasn’t so bad at all. Especially when you both are matching with one of your scars laying atop your abdomen too.

“So... shall we continue now?”

★ • ° ` — KOKUSHIBO:

As the crowd went wild and cheered, you stood outside your car and waved at the people who love you so much.

As you were waving, you looked amongst the crowd and immediately found a certain black-haired color male with red tips. A smile crept up to your face, and your fans’ screams got louder and louder.

~~~~~

As you were in the locker room, you changed your clothes in front of the mirror. Upon taking off your top, you stopped midway as you just remembered how ugly your body looked.

You turned your back against the mirror, and immediately took off your bottom too.

You could never look at yourself the same way ever again, even after that accident. The scars on your back and stomach, served only as a failure. You’re the best, the top of all racers in the world. How can you allow a failure such as this...?

It’s beyond helping. Your body looked rotten from top to bottom. What would your fans think if they saw you like this? Would they cheer the same way as they did a while ago? Or would they change and look at you with disgust?

The slow forming pain on the tip of your finger as you traced the innumerable scars on your body, made you scrunch in disgust. What if Kokushibo were to see this? How would he react? After all, the both of you’ve ever only done it with lights off, as you feared he’d see this madness. What if he found out this was the main reason why? Would he still love you as he always did? Or would he turn his back around as your past lovers did?

It scares you to the brim that you’d be willing to plastic surgery every single inch of you. Maybe those ghastly, scary thoughts would fade — and he’d continue loving you, right? You’d be able to do it with the lights on, you’d finally get to take the shower together, or bathe at the beach freely with a bikini. Yes, that’s right. You have enough money for plastic surgery, you’ll only need to find a good surgeon, and you’ll no longer feel this way, right? Yes, you should-

“What’s taking you so long?” Your desperate thoughts were cut off, as you heard a voice. The voice you wish was never there.

Immediately, you turned around, facing the man you love, and feared. God, fuck. Why now? Why did he need to come in now? Talk about bad timing, he was looking at your body, your rotten scarred body.

Immediately, you turned your back on him, and covered your hideous body, causing you to face the mirror instead. “W-What are you doing here...?” The fear has started, it‘s starting to eat you up so badly, that you stuttered with nervousness, and shook in fear. He was not supposed to see you like this, god. Did you even lock the door? How could you forget? Anyone — not just Kokushibo, but anyone can come inside and see your hideous body, with the face of digust.

Kokushibo notices, maybe he even knows — that you’ve always feared this day to come. But does he even care? No. He doesn’t.

His keen, observant eyes have seen the fear everytime you look at him when you’re doing “it”. Everytime you do it, you always prefer to turn the lights off. Yet you feared brownouts or blackouts, as the darkness that lurks gives you nightmares.

He wraps his arms behind you, covering the scars on your body.

It took you aback, but the man had always loved you for who you might be, and who you were gonna be.

Your eyes watered. Then tears started to spill from your eyes. You were ashamed, and embarrassed.

How could you ever think of him like that?

That’s right... Kokushibo was never one to prefer looks over personality. He had always preferred you, no matter who you might be. No matter how rotten your body is, how scars covered all the inches of your body, and how you might change because of it.

But he never mind, because as long as it was still you, he would still be him, the one who loves you so much.

Kokushibo was never good with his words, so he’d shown it through his actions.

That night, the both of you didn’t sleep, as he had proved just how much he loved you, now with the lights on.

★ • ° ` — MUZAN:

You: 1 attachment sent You: muzieee i got a new scar😭😭👊👊 Zanzan: What happened? You: i accidentally fell off my bike😐😐 Zanzan: Bike? You: im trying biking, since DOUMA HERE WONT BELIEVE IK HOW TO DRIVE BUT NOT BIKE🤬🤬🤬 You: 1 attachment sent You: see that big ass scar? You: YEAHH THATS HIS FAULT Zanzan: Well Zanzan: That’s hot You: MUZAN WTF🤬🤬🤬

Muzan was your beloved, he was a businessman as well as a politician. His busy day and self could barely give you enough time in person. But he never fails to answer your messages in less than one second, even if he is a busy man.

For some reason, Muzan always adored and loved your scars, even if they looked horrid.

Last time you remembered, you look at your scars as a remembrance of failure and shortcomings. But thanks to him, pleasuring you every night he comes home, along with him pressing loving kisses against your scars, and him asking scar pictures of yours everytime he’s away.

That’s why, you could never look at your scars the same way again, for he loves them as much as he loves you, and as much as you love him.

a/n: i think i did muzan no justice here (his is WAY too short)

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[raitonsfw]

𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜.

navigation: about me. m.list. taglist form. kofi.

fandoms i will write for:

bungou stray dogs.

my hero academia.

attack on titan.

jujutsu kaisen.

demon slayer.

danganronpa.

black butler.

trigun.

characters i will write for:

bsd: osamu dazai. chūya nakahara. fyodor dostoevsky. nikolai gogol. sigma. ryūnosuke akutagawa. ranpo edogawa. edgar allan poe. atsushi nakajima.

mha: tomura shigaraki. tōya todoroki (dabi). keigo takami (hawks). kai chisaki (overhaul). shōta aizawa (eraserhead). tamaki amajiki (suneater).

aot: levi ackerman. eren jaeger. hange zoë. reiner braun. armin arlert. porco galliard.

jjk: satoru gojo. suguru geto. ryōmen sukuna. chōsō kamo. yūta okkotsu. fushiguro toji. nanami kento. mahito. higuruma hiromi. kashimo hajime.

ds: obanai iguro. tengen uzui. giyū tomioka. kyōjurō rengoku. muzan kibutsuji. akaza. douma.

dr: nagito komaeda. hajime hinata. izuru kamukura. makoto naegi. junko enoshima. mikan tsumiki.

bb: sebastian michaelis. undertaker. gregory violet. edgar redmond.

t-gun: vash the stampede. millions knives. nicholas d. wolfwood.

general rules:

yes; character x fem!reader. headcanons. sfw. nsfw. threesomes. sub/dom undertones. breeding kink. mommy kink. pegging/strap ons. sex toys in general.

dark content such as aphrodisiacs, cheating, degradation, blood play, corruption kink, yandere themes.

fantasy themes (faerie, mermaid, etc) and canon plot (ie, mha; quirk. bsd; ability. jjk; technique/sukuna's true form. dr; ultimate/talent. ds; breathing styles/demon blood art.)

no; incest. non-con. pedophilia. vore. watersports/scat. weight/body image. pet play. age regression. daddy kink. aged up minors.

maybe; omegaverse (specifically for atsushi and keigo).

general notes; hange zoë will be written afab with they/them pronouns. makoto naegi will be written as strictly submissive. junko enoshima, mikan tsumiki, & nagito komaeda i am willing to write male!reader for.

when requesting, please do include whether it is nsfw/sfw and afab!/gn!/amab! and a lil summary of what'd you like. if including multiple characters, please state which ones from that certain fandom.

i also will write in a last name-honorific format (ie; Dazai-san, Komaeda-kun, Aizawa-sensei (or just sensei), -sama/-chan/-senpai) if you guys prefer that in your request! Just let me know in said request and which honorifics you'd like.

also let me know if there's a specific nick/pet name you'd like for your character. (ie; fedya for fyodor, kolya for nikolai... i won't write the two with these names unless its specifically a fyolai x reader or if you ask for these names.)

keep in mind i write what excites/intrigues me; i need to be super into said request and sometimes my mind doesn't want to cooperate. if i feel as i can't get out the absolute best piece for that certain request, it'll just be a bit shorter than normal. i apologize in advance.

that being said, please give me around two days to a month to get to your request. i promise i am writing them, i just get distracted by life as we all do. as much as i'd like to be chronically online, sadly i am an adult who actually needs to adult.

my requested works vary with word counts, usually 800ish - 8k. anything specifically over 8k - 15k, i would ask you to please visit my ko-fi and commission me for a small amount of money. (still setting it up whoopsie)

i also have other commission requests i will accept (such as oc write ins, rewritten canon scenes with your choice of y/n reader or not, & character's i do not currently write from my listed fandoms including aged up minors).

i do NOT write for character x character works on this blog. i have another blog for that, @raitoclouds!

feel free to ask if anything confuses you!

requests are closed. current request count: ~3.

some other things to note:

i properly tag my main writing posts, but i do not tag my thirsts. (including my taglist, which is specifically for my main writing posts)

i do have the right to refuse a request as i see fit. it's nothing personal, sometimes i'm just not suited for that specific request within my writing. (i do try to write almost every one i get only because i'm determined to expand my writing limits so this is a rare occurence)

i'm a very socially awkward person and am sometimes not good with words (ironic hehe) so if i sound a bit out of sorts when answering an ask, that's why.

feel free to send me an ask with recs! (other people or your own works) i adore reading just as much as i enjoy writing. 🥰

also you are allowed to create fanart of my works if you'd like!

#𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒 ⚲ #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰

[l4ysinterlude]

nun! reader and Muzan Kibutsuji smut? (not hardcore or rape pls)

think about it. Someone pure and innocent gettin lustful with a suave, handsome demon. (only do what nsfw your comfy with tho.)

y’all got the most scrumptious ideas and i love it. thanks so much for requesting lovely anon. been awhile since i’ve did smut but let’s get this show on the road!,

Innocent?

content: muzan x nun! afab! reader

(didn’t know which reader you wanted, so i went with afab.)

warnings: 16+ blog, nsfw, praising, oral (f receiving), fingering, name calling (love, darling, sweetheart), neck kissing/biting, consentual

genre: oneshots

wk: 0.9k+

you were now finishing up the late night church service. the priest had finished the benediction and everyone starting to head home for the night. you were now cleaning the rows around the church and sweeping the floor, but felt a presence.

you turned around going to talk to the person but nobody was there. the presence now was behind you as you can feel the cool air from their mouth. you turned around again, looking at the tall man in front of you.

“oh, muzan! you scared me. you couldn’t just used the doors in front of the church.” you asked.

the handsome man finally spoke.

“i went through the back way, thought i come to see you.” he said. you smiled at him, thinking it was sweet.

“well, church has concluded. what are still doing here? i thought you may be heading home with your wife.” you asked curiously. he simply walked closer to you and grab you by the waist; pulling you into him. you looked at him confused, not really sure what to do.

he then leaned into your ear and whispered, “is this okay, love?” he asked.

you were too shocked to move. you stood there, not sure if you should reply. you then hesitantly responded, “…yes.” you said nervously. he took that response and kept going further. he went down to your neck kissing it gently. you whimpered into the soft touch of his lips, slowly starting to submit. he kissed further down to your collarbone and bit on it, trickling down some of your blood.

you wince in pain but slowly turning into pleasure, getting turned on by the minute. he looked up at you, chuckling at your whimpering face. “did you like that? want me to go further, darling?” he asked seductively. as much as you didn’t want to do this in a church; you nod your head, giving him permission to keep going.

his travels down to your stomach and then to the plump of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. he lets go and leads you to one of the church rows.

“lay down,” he said.

you laid down on the hard front row of the church. muzan goes in to lift up your dress. you were soaking.

“haha.. all this for me? you don’t look very holy right now, sweetheart.” he laughed. you got flustered and tried to hide it. muzan removed your hands from covering your arousal. “this is not appropriate to do this at a church, muzan.” you stated. he laughed at you.

“well you sure didn’t have a problem when i asked for consent, my naughty little nun.” he stated back. you kept quiet. he was right, you did allow him to do this. he then starts moving his hand towards your crotch; slowly rubbing it, feeling the wetness from your cunt. you moaned lowly, trying not to make much noise.

“ah ah… let me that pretty voice of yours,” he said as he started to rub faster.

you moaned again, let your voice out more; giving him what he wanted. “good girl…” he said as he moved his middle finger to touch your clothed clit. you back arch, moaning into this new sensation. he then stopped and took your panties off to expose your pretty pussy.

“..what are you doing?” you asked, still trying to catch your breath.

“i’m going to have my dinner.. can i eat, love?” he asked, waiting for your approval to continue. you nodded as he took the validation to go down in between your thighs. he licked his long tongue into your folds, getting a taste of your juices. he continued to give licks and explode, leaving nothing untouched. you moaned as you put your hands in his hair, encouraging him to keep going.

he chuckled and continue to eat, eventually sucking on your clit that made your toes curl. “…you taste so amazing, darling,” he praised; still not letting up.

he then let his free hand go down to your hole, pushing a finger inside. you moaned loud to the added pleasure. he start moving his finger and curling it occasionally, making your back arch even more. he added a second finger, continuing the pace he was in.

“ah! oh.. god—“ you moaned out. he then looked up at you with his sharp, red, glowing eyes and chuckled.

“yes.. moan to your god.” he kept eating and fingering you until you were about to crack. you couldn’t even comprehend what he said, your mind was so clouded.

“fuck..! i’m cumming—!” you screamed.

“cum.. cum on my face.” he said, fingering and sucking faster.

you finally cummed on his face and he licked every drop of your juices. he let up and wiped the excess juices on his face.

“Innocent huh? this is so not innocent of you. god themselves wouldn’t approve..” he stated as you high finally starts to calm down. you sat up embarrassed that you did this in an establishment of praise and worship. you decided to ignore his statement and searched for your undergarment’s.

“we should probably get this cleaned up, don’t want the place to be dirty.” you put your panties back on and stood up fixing your dress.

“maybe when we’re done, we could probably continue this somewhere secure..” he whispered in your ear. you gulped.

“as long… it’s not here.” you said.

“yes ma’am.” he said, smiling.

you grabbed a mop and begin cleaning and packing the church, leaving with muzan. something you saw about him wasn’t normal. his eyes were glowing when we made eye contact… you’ll ask him later.

you’re in a lot more than you think.

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Muzan Kibutsuji x Lord of Chaos! Female! Reader

The Lady of Chaos

Warnings: Torture, Gore, and Attempted murder.

(A/N: One-sided on Muzan’s side.)

Two floating red Crystal came down to Earth going near to a nearby skyscraper in Metropolis and of course not until sending a wave of red energy. Afterwards the two separated one to a museum of Metropolis and the other to mine. The second crystal thing then came to the mine coming across an Adamant or diamond to which she molded using a beam of red energy transforming it into a diamond-adamant wolf. When it makes contact. The crystal then took the form of human girl of 18 years old. She wears a school uniform not without a fire emblem on collar of her blazer, she has pale skin, black hair, and red eyes.

“Hello, I would like to express my appreciation. Thank you for being my anchor in the mortal plane.” she says before patting the wolf on it's head as it howl. “I shall call you Ares.” the girl says before she then gets out of the cave with the diamond-adamant wolf following behind her. The black-haired girl then raises her hand before snapping her fingers. Before it then sends to her different world, a world so different than the dimension she, the other Lords of Chaos, and Lords of Order to maintain the balance within the universe.

She then appears in another world in the streets she believe in one country with the diamond-adamant wolf (who was her familiar) was following behind her.

The thing then looks at her before drool comes out of it's mouth. “Another human. My day would just get even more better.” it spoke before it then proceeds to attack her. However, the diamond-adamant wolf immediately caught with his jaw. The female Lord of Chaos then looks at her familiar. “Ares, eradicate this mortal.” she commands as she watches as the diamond-adamant wolf then tramples of on the monster before it starts screaming before Ares then puts an end to it's life. The female Lord of Chaos then looks around the house not until she founds a mirror. She then looks at herself. When she saw the form she's in, she giggles. “I like this form.” She says before she noticing something. “Y/n....” she mutters which is the on the letters written on the table. She then smiles she seems to like the name. “I like it. I'll call myself; Y/n.” she then says as her familiar let out a howl at that.

Meanwhile...

A man with sickly pale skin, he has coal black hair, he wears western clothing, a fadora hat, and his eyes were plum red. This man is Muzan Kibutsuji; the Demon King. He then hears a howl of a wolf from far away. This is odd he doesn't remember hearing wolves around.

He then follows where the sound leads to. Muzan found himself on a temple right outside was a woman the age of 18 right next to her was a wolf that seem to be made out of crystals. The woman then turns around to face him. “My, my I didn't expect that someone has come around to know what happened.” she says in a fake curious tone.

The Demon King could tell she's not Japanese as she was wearing Western clothing and a fire emblem on the collar her blazer with a red diamond on the center. However, Muzan could tell she's a regular human but what he didn't know that this girl is neither human or demon. Something fundamental as looks can be deceiving.

The woman in front of him then made an eye contact with him. Her eyes were red which is unusual from a human. The Demon King was about to approach as she seems to be foolish on being alone. However, she knew what he was about to do before she then chuckles. She then snaps her fingers and he then stabbed him by when she traps him in a trunk of tree. The fake smile she had on her face then turn into a sinister one.

Muzan then notices something off about this woman. She doesn't smell like neither human and demon. She's something much more. Y/n then looks at her familiar. “Ares, eradicate this mortal accordingly.” she then commands. The Demon King then notices something. Did she just call him mortal? The Demon King immediately free himself and attack the woman with his might. Muzan grab the woman's neck and lift her from the ground. “Mortal, you say?” He coldly says before showing his true nature. “Yo-You?” Y/n says with a hint of excitement into her voice.

The female Lord of Chaos then raises her hand before snapping her fingers as she vanished from where she was making Muzan surprise. The wolf then tramples on him he tries to get out but it seems too strong. The woman then appears right next to her familiar. “My, my how interesting. You're quite similar to someone I have known.” she then says as she places her hand under her chin looking rather curious. Y/n pretty much refers to Vandal Savage who have been living for 12 millennia or so.

“Well, almost.” She says before she then raises her hand as bright energy was already around it as that made the Demon King surprise. She then fires a spell on him causing him to grunt and scream. Y/n let's out a sinister smile enjoying the pain she's inflicting. Her familiar already jumped off him when she starts torturing Muzan. The Demon King then looks at her, when he did she has a sinister smile on her face as she continues to torture him. This never happened to him before. Him the King of Demons was tortured by a being that is neither human or demon? Why him?!

After a few more moments she then stop. Y/n watch as Muzan was trying to steady his breathing. She then remembers on how Klarion spent 300 days and 300 nights on killing Vandal Savage in 300 different ways the past millennia which intrigued him. The Demon King then looks at her. “Wh-what are you?” he stutters out as the woman in front of him then smirk before she then approaches him. Y/n kneels down in front of him before she then grab his chin. “If you want to know. Then you'll have your answer. I am a being that had long exist ever since the universe was created.” she tells him as Muzan look at her in shock.

Muzan gave her a confused look making the female Lord of Chaos chuckle darkly. “How pathetic...” She says in an amusing way. “Who are you?” The Demon King asks again. Y/n then smirks. “Ever since coming around here. I do not have an appropriate name but I already do. I call myself; Y/n.” she introduces herself to Muzan.

The Demon King really chose the wrong target as he finds himself at the mercy of this being in front of him. The woman was about to do something before she then hears something in her head. ‘Let’s proceed with our plan, sister.’ a female voice says as that made Y/n widen her eyes slightly in shock but before it then shifts back to her sinister smile. She then stood up before making her way to join her familiar. The female Lord of Chaos then looks at Muzan one more time before she then smirks as she then snaps her fingers. When she did, she and the wolf disappear in a bright red energy.

Meanwhile back in the dimension where Y/n came from....

She and Ares then appears in some kind of wooded area. Y/n notices someone else a blonde-haired girl but she immediately recognize her. They both look at one another. The black-haired girl then snaps her fingers creating dimensional riffs to the world she stumbled upon but it was rather something different.

In the Dimension of Demon Slayer...

The Demon Slayers were currently in the Infinity Fortress to have a final battle with the Twelve Kizuki. However they along with the Demons sense something as riffs then opens. One of the Demon Slayer's widen her eyes. This woman is actually not from this dimension as her eyes widen at the place. “Roanoke Island.” she mutters under her breath while watching what's going on. This woman is none other Alice Blood; the Reincarnation of Jason Blood and Morgan Le Fay’s eldest daughter. What she didn't know everyone else is watching as things unfold in the other riffs.

The black-haired woman then creates a magical ritual circle with her magic. Y/n then turns to look at Child. “Proceed sister.” she says as the blonde-haired girl nod. Child then approaches her familiar whom she called Flaw. “If you would obliged me....” She says as the crystal like being kneels in front of her before she then flicks it's forehead sending a signal to another Chaos Lord who disappointed them and the other Chaos Lords.

Moments later....

A boy or what appears to be a teenage boy appear moments later holding a cat as he narrows his eyes at the two females as they gave him sinister smile. He hair style what resemble to be horns, pale skin, wears a black suit but the cuffs of his sleeves were red with a red diamond on both sides, and he has black eyes. Alice then widens her eyes. “K-Klarion?!!” she says in surprised. No wonder why the aura coming from the two is so similar to the Witch boy's. They were both Chaos Lords. One Chaos Lord is bad enough but adding two more to the mix is complete disaster.

“I know why you're here and it's so not necessary.” Klarion starts. “Were here because you have made our presence... necessary.” Y/n then informs emphasizing the word “necessary”. The witch boy scoff at that. “Please! You think the oppositions new arrangements can shift the balance of power down here, but we go through all these ups and downs all the time. I don't need back up, I don't need you two, or your two sparkles over there.” Klarion says but to some Demon Slayers and Demons who are watching everything through the riffs could see it's not the case.

“You’re confused. We're not here to help you.” Child starts allowing Y/n finish. “We’re here to replace you.” she says as that made Klarion look surprise. “What?” he mutters. “Right after we de-corporealize you.” The black-haired Lord of Chaos then says as that made the witch boy even more surprise. “Ending your existence in the Mortal Plane forever.” The blonde-haired girl then finishes. “What?!!” Klarion says even louder. While the Demon Slayers and the Demons in the Infinity Fortress were shock about what they are hearing. In fact, the Demon King was shock as well.

To Alice she doesn't want to deal with two Chaos Lords as Klarion is already worse enough when she was back in her dimension. “It’s not just the latest thing of course. That's simply the last straw.” Y/n says allowing Child to finish her sentence. “It’s the way you spent the past dozen millennia or so.” she then says as both her and the other Lord of Chaos then narrow their eyes. “Acting as lapdog to the Savage.” they both say at the same time. Everyone in the Infinity Fortress were confused on what they meant but the Daughter of Jason Blood knew. The Witch boy then narrows his eyes in denial. “I’m not anyone's lapdog. We're partners.” he says as that made the blonde-haired girl then tilts her head. “Are you though? Are you really?” she asks as if she doesn't believe him. “It seems to us you do his bidding. Despite the fact his clearly stated long term goal is to bring the entire galaxy under his sole rule.” Y/n then continues the explanation. “He’s all but a Lord of Order, himself.” the two females says at the same time.

Those in the Infinity Fortress were surprise. This Vandal Savage wants rule the entire galaxy while Alice is not surprise as she had faced against Savage and his faction; mainly the Light. Of course, Muzan was surprise about this as well.

Klarion starts to reason out. “But look what we've done together. I made a whole world without grownups, I made a Project Rutabaga of Flesh monsters that was really gross. Oh, and there's that whole Earth-17 fiasco.” he then says but only when his familiar and of course Anchor correct him. “Success. They knew I meant success.” he then says. Jason Blood’s only daughter than shudder at the things the Witch boy did as he gave her and her friends a very hard time. The others seem to not like about having a world without grownups could you imagine that? They were all snap out of their thoughts when Child spoke. “No, I think fiasco is the appropriate term. In fact, your entire tenure on Earth has been quite the fiasco.” she then says making Klarion frown. Y/n then raises her hand. “That ends now.” She finishes the sentence before firing bright red fire. However Klarion managed to dodge it.

Moments later someone came around the others were so glued to the fight between the Klarion and 2 of his fellow Chaos Lords to even notice. Alice then notices Zatana Zatara one of her close friends. “Zatana?” she then mutters. “Die you pathetic knock off!!!” the Witch boy says before firing a bright red blast but only to be block by Flaw and Ares. “We are rubber in your goop.” The blonde-haired girl then says in a sing song-tone.

Right after dodging the attack the two females fires a blast against Klarion only for him to put up a barrier but it wasn't strong enough to block the attack of the two. “How are you two so powerful?” he asks as that made the two female Chaos Lords amused. “Brother...” Child starts as both hers and the black-haired girl’s familiar move to the side. “Isn’t it obvious? We're powerful because we are not fighting with our powers alone.” She then adds. “You’re not facing 2 Chaos Lords.” Y/n then adds as both her and the blonde-haired girl then smirk. “We have all the Chaos Lords in our corner.” The two females says at the same time. “And together we'll banish you to ushering a new age of chaos in this world.” They both say before they then proceed to deliver another blast towards the Witch boy.

Klarion then teleports away creating a portal saying something that the others couldn't understand. The daughter of Jason Blood then notice that the blast are about to hit her friend. She then creates a portal back to her home dimension before creating her own riffs as they can't enter the ones that Y/n created. Alice then enters the portal as the other Demon Slayers mainly the remaining Hashira, the Twelve Kizuki, Yushiro, and Muzan go right through. The magic user was able to get to get friend in time.

Before Zatana could say anything the blast was to make their way towards them. They both said a spell which not only creates a barrier around them but also moves the blast so it wouldn't hit any of them.

The Daughter of Jason Blood then looks at her friend. “Zatana, are you okay? And what are you doing here?” she then asks on why one of her close friends is here in Roanoke Island. The female sorceress then sighs as the Demon Slayers and the Demons along with Muzan look at her confused as well. “Someone sent me here that why I see is not as it was.” she then reveals as that made Alice frown on who sent her here. “I wouldn't be surprise that if it's Stranger anyway. Who is a close acquaintance to my father; Jason Blood.” she then says as Tanjiro looks confused.

However, the daughter of Jason Blood then narrows her eyes. “You know, I wouldn't say anything else because somebody is going to use it against us later.” she says referring to the Demons. Alice does have a feeling her father would come around as Etrigan the Demon; a devil demon of hell who is stuck to him.

They then diverted their attention to back the fight. After firing two blasts Klarion appear through a portal making the two girls surprise as they both scream as the Witch boy cut them in half. Seeing that some of them want to vomit at what they just saw. The Demon King was even more shock. “*laughs* Got you two.” Klarion says but he along with the others then watch as the bodies of both halves of the two female Chaos Lords then remerge. The two then look at the Witch boy. “Was our scream convincing? We try to put what the mortals call them into it.” Y/n then says in amused tone. Klarion growls in frustration. “No, I wasn't fool for a second,” he then looks at his cat. “Was I Teekl?” he asks his familiar before he meowed. “Who asked you!!” The Witch boy yells out. Child then raises her hand before she then snaps her fingers as the flames around them then combined. To Alice and Zatana they knew this spell it was particularly fire serpents. The flames then merge turning into a serpent. “Not fair...” Klarion then mutters before the flaming entity devour him as both the female Chaos Lords watch feeling satisfied.

The Demon Slayers, the Demons, and of course Muzan look horrified. So this is the power of these three?

Timeskip....

It was during the final confrontation with the two female Chaos Lords. The others (Demon Slayers, Demons, Muzan, Yushiro, Zatana, and her students) along with Klarion and Dr. Fate fought against the two Chaos Lords however the two seem to weaken quite a bit after they lost support from the other Chaos Lords. The Demon King was staring at Y/n throughout the fight as they fought against one another. Even though, she nearly try to kill him months prior and in her case was hours ago. He had to admit she was very powerful, but at the same time beautiful for a being who existed during the very beginning of the universe although the diamond-adamant wolf she has as a familiar was keeping her on the mortal plane.

One of Zatana’s student is about to attack Y/n. The Demon King ran his way towards her and took the hit surprising everyone. The female Chaos Lord is shock as well. She then approaches Muzan who pretty much she didn't notice in his combat form as they both made an eye contact with one another. “I never expect that coming from a mortal like you.” she then says.

The remaining Upper Moons were surprised. Their master protected a Chaos Lord but the Demon King doesn't care if anyone is watching them. Muzan had fallen in love with Y/n, but knowing her she would think of him as foolish.

The fight then continue however the two female Chaos Lords ended up getting blind by their arrogance that someone is able to figure out the weakness of their Anchors. Traci, one of Zatana’s student fire to spells which not only hit the two familiars of the Y/n and Child. It also destroyed them as a result the two glow bright red and turn to their original form as a crystal. The Demon King was horrified to see the woman he fallen in love with him return back to where she came from. Muzan then grabs the adamant that was used for Ares as he looks at it.

The Demon King then realizes that he won't be able to see her again as her anchor was the only thing that was keeping her to the Mortal Plane. Of course, she won't be able to know what he felt.

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[weirdfanfic]

Guardian of an Earl

The letter of Lies

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As a Noble, my morning routine is normal. Waking up by my personal maid with some tea, instead, I woke up by Tanaka, our head butler, holding a tray with my tea. "Good morning my lady, Your morning tea "Good morning Tanaka, What's my schedule for today??" I sipped my tea detecting a nutty flavor; it tasted similar to coffee but with a few different flavors. "Is this a new tea?" Tanaka replied with a grin. "It's a gift from one of your father's Japanese business partners. The tea is called Hojicha."

"I see. Please convey my gratitude, as it was quite a taste ."Well, they also sent you a little letter, My lady would like to read it ?" He asked, holding a small letter;I put away my tea, the sun shining through my open curtain. I knew little about my brother's business partner, but one man's eyes lingered in my mind for years. As the memories came flooding in at one of my brother's dance balls it was magical but I was a young unmarried lady. Fortunately, I could blend in well enough but somehow one man found me asking me to dance with him it was elegant like we danced in the sky. I'll never forget that day. I thought came back to reality by the sound of small feet on the wooden floor.

"Auntie, breakfast is ready!" "And we're hungry," yelled a little blue-eyed child, while his twin responded shyly. As I climbed out of bed, one of them gave me a soft smile and looked at me with hopeful eyes. "Good morning, Ceil, and don't worry Sirius, I'll be down in 10 minutes, let me just get dressed." I hug the boys. "Tenaka, I'll read the letter when I go to breakfast. Please send boys to the dining room and send one of the maids to assist me in changing." He nodded and left with the boys.

After painful minutes to get into my morning corset and my dress, I finally was able to go to the dining table where I saw my brother and his lovely wife while the boys were playing on the ground next to the table. "Ah, my sister still well I see have you gotten the gift I made sure it was well prepared." My brother is snarky as always "If this is a way to get me to marry one of your business partners you are surely mistaken."  I sat next to his wife she gave me a small wink handing me the letter from before. "Is the opposite really more of a business opportunity for you. "Alright, we will speak about this 'business opportunity' after breakfast and not in front of the children." I ended the conversation and start to eat.

The letter...it was nothing but lies to me I couldn't understand why but this man wanted me to start a phantom company in Japan. He's mad! And why did my father agree to this letter I barely knew this man and he wanted me to do business with him. I know I am a woman unable to work, but I was taught business the same as my brother.  "This is insane in Japan I know you have business there but setting up a factory and 2 stores immediately sounds insane!" I exclaimed to my brother only for him to show me the papers. "It already agreed upon the only thing we ask is to work by pretending to be his wife, you two get along so well the last time." "I was young Vincent I know how your partners are they are demons in disguise only to overcome greed!" Envy in my voice he grabbed me by the hand pulling me to him. "Don't even try to act like our mother you will do or at least think about the offer. He is visiting tonight to speak with you so you better behave as a lady this is business.  Now get pretty and go get a pretty dress for tonight we want him to see you as his wife and not a burden..." His threat went down my spine giving a small nod and hurried to the door slamming it shut.

"Now that was just anti-climatic you two fight like cats and dogs. Is actually pretty funny." A familiar chuckling voice said as I stare at the couch outside my brother's studies. His eyes were covered by his white hair "What's is it you want Undertaker I'm not in the mood for your jokes." I said seeing him picking at his long black nails before giggling "Your brother wants to see me for a case but before I go maybe I can help you with a little problem with a little practical joke on this poor man." I stared at him with his grin giving a short nod that I was listening and hoping this will get me out of this situation.

The night finally came to meet this man yet again, another greedy man wanting the phantomhive name. To do so he must go on a trial of the test that Undertaker has set up. This night will surely be remembered by both of us. As I was waiting in the game room the door opened and I saw my brother walk in as my escort to make sure nothing between us will happen before the marriage. As a woman, I wasn't allowed to be with a male stranger who wasn't my husband or a relative. "I hope you have time to think about this opportunity if not I may have something that might change your mind." I  glared at him hoping it might drop him dead only for him to sit on his lovely throne on his throne chair. "You don't have to marry this man or live with him only use him as a cover...I know your independent woman but you won't be accepted as an owner so please this is a big opportunity for you and the company." I only stared at him but was more of fear I will be alone in a foreign country away from people I loved and cared for. My brother got closer and hold me only to realize I was crying I was so covered with anger that I didn't realize to think about what I might lose if I leave. "You never will be alone "(Y/n), You'll never be alone I'll make sure you are always safe don't worry." With those words, I burst into tears not knowing what the future holds.

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(A/N)

Yo guys sorry not really a writer but hope you enjoy it.

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[carnations-regret]

Carnation’s Regret:

|Prologue|

Modern! KNY x Reader

Description:

Like the fire poppy, Y/n has sprung up from horrible situations, appearing to be as strong as ever. But it never last, before the facade wilted away and another fire came along.

She had a mission she was trained for, and she was to achieve it no matter the cost. Maybe it was out of spite or unwillingness to let things rest, but she was dedicated to achieve her goal. Even if it meant destroying herself in the process.

But one day, she met a boy with the beauty of a dahlia and a heart of a lily. He could easily change the flow of her life. Whether that been the one that helps her blossom into something unique, or the one that finally drives her to becoming a fire of destruction.

   Okashi's heart thumped loudly in her chest, Uzui would say that he could hear it a mile away—had he not been lying dead with a gaping hole in his chest. Okashi glanced at the former sound hashira, a sense of deja vu entering her mind as she remembered how his best friend went.

She quickly yanked her head back as another body was flung towards the piece of large ruble she was hiding behind. She threw her hands over her mouth, forcing her scream back into her throat as she looked at the wide eyes of the corpse.

Okashi couldn't tell how they died, the blood from their comrades covered their body, making it impossible to tell where their own blood was coming from. But if she were to guess, based on how everyone else died, it was probably from the several cuts on their body that caused them to die of blood loss.

The thought made Okashi want to vomit, she would likely join them soon. Her arms were covered in deep cuts and a large cut was stretched across her back that was oozing the same crimson liquid. But she had to shake those thoughts away, no matter how plausible they were.

"C'mon, Tanjiro!" A deep voice yelled. A voice that would haunt Okashi's dreams for as long as she lived. She knelt down, peeking slowly out from the broken piece of a building that was shielding her.

Grinning ear-to-ear in the middle of a pile of dead bodies was Muzan Kibutsuji. He didn't look like he used to. His once short black hair had formed into a long mess of white hair that reached below his shoulders. He didn't have the normal body of a human anymore, instead, his arms and legs were covered in a deep red that resembled the blood that he spilled. Mouths full of razor sharp teeth decorated his crimson skin. Then, the most deadly part of this new Muzan, was the long whip-like limbs that had caused the cuts on almost all of the bodies in the field.

The only one, besides Okashi and Muzan, that was standing was Tanjiro Kamado. But he didn't look much better. He was obviously fighting the suffocating urge to consume all the dead flesh around him. But it was the motivation and anger from all the same dead bodies that he once knew that kept him fighting the new demonic urge inside of him.

"Muzan..." Tanjiro growled, his hold tightening on his broken sword. He raised his head to glare at the demon king in front of him. "...I'll take you to Hell with me." Muzan paused, blinking before letting out a sick cackle.

"Look at you, you're all alone, and you think you can kill me?" In the blink of an eye, Muzan was next to Tanjiro, his fist flying towards his face. Tanjiro went flying into an already broken building, causing its foundation to rumble again.

Tanjiro coughed up blood, holding his throat with his calloused hands. Okashi fought the urge to run over and help, her fear keeping her in place. She turned away as Muzan raised one of his extended limbs, the sharp end piercing Tanjiro's body.

Muzan looked at his work, a smile on his lips as he realized that finally, all who knew that cursed sun breath technique, were dead. He turned around, facing the sun that was just starting to peek over the horizon. Muzan quickly started to run away from the light, before the strum of an instrument summoned a door below his feet.

Okashi let out a scream as soon as Muzan was out of sight and so was the door that swallowed him up. She raced over to Tanjiro, her hand holding up his heavy head. "Tanjiro! Tanjiro!" She called out, giving him enough motivation to open his eyes.

"Okashi..." He croaked out, his voice strained and hoarse. "I-I'm so happy to see... to see... you're alive." He mustered a pained smile on his face and Okashi choked out a sob.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't stronger. I wish I could've helped you more! This is all my fault!" She cried, pulling him into her lap as she hugged him. Tanjiro raised his hand, cupping one of her flushed tear-stained cheeks.

"No. This... This is only the beginning. A generation will follow us, whether that be us in our next life, or completely different people, Muzan will be defeated." Tanjiro said, before his painful comforting face turned into a serious one. He held Okashi's face, pulling her close to him.

"Okashi, I want you to take our weapons. As many as you can, I don't know what Muzan will do now, but he might destroy all the sword-smiths. Give the weapons to those who're worthy. Do this, for all of us. But protect Nezuko... for... for... me..." Tanjiro's words trailed off as his dark red eyes rolled back lifelessly.

"Tanjiro," Okashi cried helplessly. "Tanjiro!" She screamed, holding his warm corpse close to her chest as she cried into his shoulder. She was praying it was a dream as she wailed, hoping beyond hope that this was all a nightmare she would wake up from.

But as the sun slowly reached its peak in the sky and Okashi cried all the tears she could, she knew it wasn't. She silently reached around Tanjiro, grabbing his broken sword. She was going to keep it more for sentimental value than as a weapon.

Slowly, her arms filled with the weapons of the hashira, and those close to Tanjiro. It was the least she could do for him, keep those whom he loved's memories alive. Okashi struggled walking with all the weapons, but after a tiring hour, she made it to where Nezuko was. Urokodaki's.

Okashi had seen Urokodaki's body, he had joined the fight in a futile attempt to stop Muzan. Okashi slid the door open with her foot, stumbling inside. As soon as Okashi sat the weapons to the side, she stumbled to the floor.

Nezuko, who laid on a futon silently with her eyes closed, turned to face Okashi. Unlike Okashi who couldn't get anymore tears from her dry eyes, Nezuko was still crying. How she already knew about her brother's death, Okashi didn't know. But it was the type of bond Nezuko and Tanjiro had.

"He's... He's dead, isn't he?" Okashi looked at Nezuko, her face scrunching up in sorrow, giving Nezuko the answer she already knew. Nezuko scooted closer to Okashi, pulling the blanket over both of them.

"I'm so sorry, I couldn't protect any of them." Okashi wept into her hands. Nezuko buried her face into her neck and they continued to mumble apologies and cry as their arms wrapped around each other.

"What now?" Nezuko asked, showing Okashi her sharp teeth. "I'm still a demon... and you're..." Nezuko didn't have to finish her sentence, Okashi already knew. Okashi would die before Nezuko ever did.

"We'll figure it out, but I have two promises to keep." Okashi glanced at the weapons on the floor. Okashi turned to Nezuko, thinking momentarily. They couldn't stay here, it'd be too dangerous. Maybe they could go to a different country in Asia, but it'd still be too close for comfort.

"Okashi." Nezuko's quivering voice brought Okashi out of her focused trance. Okashi looked up at the sniffling girl. "I'm willing to go anywhere with you." Nezuko said, taking Okashi's hands and holding them in her own.

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