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i-cant-sing · 2 days ago
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Muzan: you’re my precarious little baby and no one will ever lay a finger on you- you’re just so sweet and innocent you wouldn’t hurt a fly- my little baby
Y/n trying to set herself on fire to see how bad it would hurt: burn muthafucka
No because she so would. After finding out that she'd a demon hybrid, and practically immortal because of all the blue spider lilies Yoriichi and Kamado Clan had been feeding her, she is gonna be super reckless.
Like she's jumping off roofs, slicing off a finger, and the urge to swing a hammer against her head has never been stronger.
And Muzan knows that you're capable of healing and regenerating yourself to perfect health completely, but still... he can't help but wonder if the next breath of air is gonna be your last.
And the fact that you're part human, part demon, still makes him question your mortality. I mean sure, you're immune to the sun unlike him, but you also seem to have very low stamina and get tired easily. He even thinks you have a weak heart- it didn't beat as strong as it should have. Now this may be due to either your human body not being able to handle your demonic powers, or it may be... because of... all the sleeping medicines Yoriichi and the Kamado Clan had been feeding you all these years.
Nevertheless, Muzan will not let his menace of a child set herself on fire. Especially not when he's around. That's why he always leaves you with some demons when he goes away, and he usually returns to the sight of you having a broken arm while the demons panic because this was not what they had planned for when they chained you down.
Anyways, the demons died and reader had to spent the rest of the week being coddled and petted by Muzan.
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what would yandere Muzan look like with a s/o who calls him Michael Jackson
Yandere Muzan Kibutsuji
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Muzan really hates Michael Jackson.
He just wanted to murder that other man.
You should only love and admire him.
At first, Muzan thinks you're crazy.
Of course, a lot of people think so when an unknown person hugs you suddenly and yells "Michael Jackson I knew you were alive."
Muzan quickly finds out that you are from another world.
This is the reason he is interested in you initially.
Muzan would like to explore your world and the people there.
So he wants to take over a world where there are no demon slayers.
We all know how owning Muzan can be.
So the knowledge that you like him just because he looks like Michael Jackson makes him want to murder someone.
But how to murder someone who has died in another world?
Muzan grits his teeth every time you call him Michael Jackson.
He will punish you every time you do so so you will probably quit quickly.
( Unless you are a masochist )
When you finally finish this Muzan will be happy.
Finally you know who you belong to.
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moonstruck-rk · a month ago
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Worst of Two Worlds - Upper Ranks with toodler reader HC
Don’t post, copy, rewrite or translate in any platforms.
Warning: This content could be explicit sexual situations, depictions of violence or abuse, or other ‘adult’ content not intended for younger readers (MINORS DNI). Some readers may find the following content disturbing. Reader’s discretion is advised.
Platonic Yandere Upper Ranks and Yandere! Father Muzan
tw: yandere
A/N: This is part of my Worst of Two World Series. 
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Muzan never showed you to any demon except to Kokushibo and Nakime who guard you whenever your father has to go somewhere. The servants who served you were all humans because Muzan wants to keep you safe and he doesn’t want any demon to have a stupid idea to eat you to gain power.
Your father only shows you around during his meeting with Upper ranks when you became a toddler.
Daki and Gyutaro
Daki instantly went UwU when she sees you. She’s always pinching Gyutaro whenever she sees you because she can’t resist your cute and chubby cheeks. This demon dream is to poke your chubby cheeks, but of course, she values her life and won’t do something like that. She will drag Gyutaro to shop for different clothes and hair accessories for you.
Gyutaro was just meh when he first saw you, but his heart melted after he saw you giggling. During upper rank meeting, he will make funny faces just to see you laugh. Well, he will succeed in making you laugh, but he will also gain weird stares from your father and other upper ranks. Your father, Muzan, couldn’t help but to get distracted with Gyutaro’s funny faces during the meeting. He won’t say a thing about it because Gyutaro makes you laugh and your father can’t win against your happy face.
Kaigaku
He envies you for being a fortunate child of the demon lord. Kaigaku dislikes you, but he can’t show it because such action will put him in a tight situation. This demon learns to ignore you over time.
Gyokko
He is one of the unfortunate demons that Muzan forbids to get near you because of his appearance.
Hantengu
Just like Gyokko, Muzan forbids Hantengu to get near you simply because of his appearance and personality. For your father, he is fine as an upper rank, but never near his beloved child.
Nakime
As one of the first two demons besides your father who saw you. Nakime swore to protect and serve you just like your father. The moment she heard you cry, she will rush to you. Ready to murder any servant who dare make you cry.
Akaza
Akaza’s eyes shine so bright the first time he saw you in Muzan’s arms. He recognized you as someone strong and wants to battle with you. Well, since you’re still a toddler, he has to wait for a long time. To make sure your full potential won’t go to waste, he will personally train you. Yes, Akaza will train you… how to walk. He will be your official playmate and will brutally murder anyone who makes you cry or sad. Akaza will secretly spoil you with sweets and will often cheer you up when your dad gets mad at you. If Daki and Gyutaro spoils you with clothes and hair accessories, Akaza is not just your official playmate, but also official sponsor of plushies and anything cute.
Doma
He was first curious how would you taste if he eats you. You look so chubby and fluffy, Doma thinks you will taste sweet and delectable. He will soon forget about his stupid idea of eating you because he will get jealous of Gyutaro and Akaza. Why you choose to play with those two, but not him? Doma will compete with those two to get your attention. If you receive a plushie from Akaza expect a huge teddy bear from Doma. He will be the bad guy who will tell Muzan about the sweets Akaza gave to you.
Kokushibo
He doesn’t like you at first because you’re half human, but as soon as he heard you cry, just like Nakime, he will run to your room. You're still half demon and Muzan’s child, so it means you can be strong. Right? Kokushibo swore to make you a powerful child and teach you everything he knows. Somehow, he finds it refreshing to see a different side of upper ranks because of you. Kokushibo sees your potential and wants to nurture you. You will be the best disciple he ever has.
Muzan Kibutsuji
The demon lord was still hesitant to show you to the upper ranks, but they must recognize you as his little princess. He will proudly carry you in his arms most of the time. Muzan will find it cute whenever you try to copy him during his meeting with upper ranks. His anger will instantly disappear when he hears you trying to scold the upper ranks like just he did. Your father will be proud of you whenever he sees the upper rank looking at you with admiration.
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ineedavirtualboyfriend · 4 months ago
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Delusional yandere douma has been haunting my mind for days
❥︎He willing to do anything to make you happy
❥︎act like a puppy waiting for his master to praise him
❥︎ "y/n-chan~~~!!"
❥︎ " ne ne i love you "
❥︎and of course will pleasure you till your limit
❥︎ tend to cum inside you "ack-!! y/n-chan f..feels s..so good♡︎♡︎!!" literally can't
❥︎ isn't that so cute to see him begging to be touch
❥︎ grinding you your thigh to finish himself if you're lazy
❥︎ no need to waste your energy , he will take care of it °•°
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fortune-fool02 · 7 days ago
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Imagine this: Muzan is yandere for Yoriichi’s wife and comes to their home one night to claim her. Yoriichi is unable to protect her since he hasn’t had demon slayer training yet. Her kidnapping is what motivates him to become a demon slayer so that he can reunite with her. He eventually saves her from Muzan by almost killing him but he discoveres that Muzan already turned her into a demon. Despite this they stay together until they he eventually dies. After his wife has buried him she stays by his grave waiting for the sun to rise.
Awww! My heart! I love this!
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darlingyanderes · 5 months ago
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Can you do one with Muzan and Kokushibo (bad at spelling 😂) With y/n. You can choose the content
Hi thank you for your request!! I might have gone a little ham on this one, I recently watched a movie called “Forgotten” on Netflix, and it inspired me to write this! I hope you like it (and that it’s not a straight up rip-off of the movie ooop)
Warnings: (fake) illness, drugs, explicit gore, murder, demons eating humans, manipulation/gaslighting, badly written amnesia
Word count: 1731
Take your pills - Yandere!Muzan Kibutsuju x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Kokushibo
Muzan and Kokushibo were always right. Or at least, Y/N had to trust they were always right, since her memory is so fuzzy. When the three first met, they told Y/N that she was ill and needed treatment. They claimed it was still in the first stages, so Y/N of course didn’t notice anything yet. But as they took her to the doctor and got her these pills, her whole head has just become so fuzzy. It was hard to stay in the real world and she could barely remember what she had been doing 5 minutes ago. Y/N wrote it off as the effects of the disease and that it was progressing despite all the medication.
But some things were so odd. That doctor they took her to, was that her usual doctor? Who was that person? When did she start living at Muzan and Kokushibo’s house, and since when did they call her ‘bunny and ‘darling’? The more she thought about her situation, the more questions popped up, and the harder it became to find answers. How could she, when her conscious felt like it was floating in an endless sea?
In the end, thinking became too tiresome. She decided to save herself the useless trouble of looking for answers she wasn’t going to get, and just trust Muzan and Kokushibo. She must be ill, that’s why they’re giving her these drugs. She can’t think straight, that’s why they’re taking care of her. That’s all she knew, and all she had to know.
Y/N stood at the sink in the bathroom, with a pill and a glass of water in her hand. She was about to pop the pill in her mouth, when Muzan suddenly opened the door, startling her and causing the pill to fell out of her hand and beneath the sink.
“You scared me half to death!”
Muzan shot her an apologetic look. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, bunny. I just wanted to tell you breakfast is ready. Did you take your pill today?”
Y/N looked at her empty hand. She thought that she hadn’t taken it yet, but it wasn’t in her hand. She tried digging through her memory, but it was no use: she didn’t remember even that. Judging from the glass of water in her hand and the absence of a pill, she probably took one. Right?
She grinned at him and said: “Of course! What’s for breakfast?”
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Y/N awoke in the middle of the night, her eyes drowsily looking around the room. Despite having just woken up, she felt her mind was a bit clearer than it usually was. Rolling over in bed, she realised she was more aware of the softness of the sheets, the faint smell of Muzan and Kokushibo clinging to the fabric, and the warmth radiating from the empty spots where they usually slept.
Wait, empty spots?
Y/N sat up, patting the rest of the bed to see if Muzan and Kokushibo had somehow been lying at the very edges of the matrass, but it was all empty. Why were they both gone?
A scream suddenly ruptured the house. Though it was dampened by the walls, Y/N could tell it was a guttural scream of pure fear. It made the very hairs on her neck stand up. She was frozen in her bed, horrified at the silence that followed. She could only hear her own heart beat frantically in her chest.
Only when the scream came for a second time, did Y/N quickly move from the bed. The scream must have been coming from inside the house. There must be an intruder. Was someone hurting Muzan or Kokushibo? Or even worse, both of them?
She had to help them. Even if her presence would just be a distraction to stop whatever attacker was in their house for only a split second, that would be good enough.
She inched her way through the darkness of their house, following the noise, until she was right around the corner of the bathroom. The light inside was on and the screams of agony kept ringing in her ears. She grabbed her slipper as a make-shift weapon and braced herself, before jumping in the opening of the door and yelling at the top of her lungs: “Stop!”
But what she saw made her drop the slipper in her hand.
The screams weren’t coming from either Muzan or Kokushibo, but rather a deadly pale looking man in the bathtub. His eyes were red and his face was dripping with tears, snot, and blood. He was partially submerged in his own blood and was most likely the cause for all the red smears and hand prints on the bathroom tiles behind him. Even if Y/N was able to perform surgery on him, she could never save him; half of his abdomen had been hollowed out, his intestines draped out for all to see. He was littered with claw marks, and an occasional bite was missing from his limbs.
Right as Y/N had entered the bathroom, a bloodied hand had dug its way into him, tearing his flesh out. The hand belonged to Muzan, the usually neat and tidy man who now had wild eyes and a face smeared red. Kokushibo was crouching next to him, licking the blood off his fingers with that same feral look in his eyes.
With a hopeless dread in her stomach, Y/N fell to her knees. They were demons. She had been living with demons this entire time. Monsters, vicious killers, who posed as loving humans so they could have a cover and continue eating humans in peace. With shallow breaths, Y/N couldn’t stop staring at the man in the bathtub, whose horrifying final moments she was witnessing.
“Y/N? Y/N, it’s not what it looks like.”
Y/N gaze shifted to Muzan, who now turned his whole body towards her. He looked like a tiger about to pounce its prey.
“Go back to bed, Y/N,” added Kokushibo, who tried to show her a calming smile. All Y/N could see were his bloodied fangs.
Y/N shook her head fervently and crawled backwards away from them, tears stinging in her eyes. “You are monsters. You- You killed that man!”
Muzan frowned, before looking at Kokushibo. “The pills should’ve prevented this, right?”
Kokushibo stalked towards Y/N, who couldn’t move away fast enough. “I suppose there’s something we could still do to make this right.”
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When Y/N opened her eyes, she was back in the bed. Light was shining through the curtains, announcing the start of a new day. For a moment she was lost in the warm comfort of the bed and the two bodies surrounding hers, but then she suddenly remembered the events of last night.
Her eyes shot wide open and she gasped when she saw Muzan’s face right in front of hers. With his usual gentle smile, he whispered: “Good morning, darling.”
When he attempted to brush her hair out of her face, she flinched backwards, suddenly scared of the long claws on his hands. However, she didn’t get far: Kokushibo pressed himself against her back and wrapped his arms around her stomach. After he pressed a lazy kiss on her neck, he said: “What’s wrong, bunny?”
“You killed him.”
“What?”
“You killedhim. How could you do such a thing?”
Muzan once again moved his hand to caress her face, this time succeeding since Y/N didn’t have enough room to dodge him. With a carefully crafted worried look on his face, he said: “Sounds like you had an awful nightmare.”
Y/N frowned. “What? A nightmare?”
It was quiet for a while. Kokushibo propped himself up on his arm so he could look Y/N in the face. He looked grave as he asked: “Y/N, did you take your pill yesterday?”
Y/N opened her mouth to say yes, but stopped. She didn’t remember if she took one. Did she take one? No matter how much she dug in her memory, she just didn’t know.
Seeing the confusion on her face, Muzan sighed and shook his head. As he stroked her cheek with his thumb, he spoke: “You always had terrible nightmares before we took you to the doctor. You’d wake up and be so, so scared, just like you are now. The nightmares seemed so real to you, but they aren’t. They’re just nightmares.”
Kokushibo backed him up as he rubbed Y/N’s shoulder. “We were by your side the whole night, bunny. Right here in this bed.”
Something was wrong. She knew what she saw that night. But then again, why would they have any reason to lie? If they really were demons, they’d just eat her up if she witnessed them doing something like that, right? Demons wouldn’t care if they had to kill one more human, it’d just mean an extra meal for them. And they surely wouldn’t take care of someone like her like this. They must be right. They just have to be. Otherwise it just doesn’t make sense.
This illness really was messing with her head and her sense of reality. She felt like a fool. How could she possibly think that they’d do something like that, when they were always so kind and patient with her? She really was an idiot. In a small voice, Y/N said: “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, darling, we know it’s hard.”
Kokushibo reached over to the nightstand on his side of the bed and grabbed a pill and the glass of water on top of it. Meanwhile, Muzan sits Y/N up straight, keeping his arm around her shoulders and his hand resting in hers.
“Open wide,” Kokushibo said as he held the pill in front of her mouth. When Y/N opened it, she received a pat on her head. “Good girl.”
She couldn’t help but feel this nagging in the back of her head. Something wasn’t right here. The gentle smiles on their faces, and the way Muzan patiently held out the glass of water for her. There was something hidden behind her eyes, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. Was it really just the illness that was making her feel this way?
Finally, Muzan pressed the glass to her lips, forcing Y/N to take a sip and swallow the pill.
“From now on, we’ll make sure you take your pills, okay?”
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Exotica | Yandere Demon Slayer x POC reader
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Yandere Demon Slayer x POC reader
⚠️[Warning: Idolization, Light spoilers for Demon Slayer, and slight sexual implications]⚠️
Watching Tanjiro and the gang dress up in the consort homes in the Demon Slayer Entertainment Era got me thinking about how it would be for a POC
Ignoring some of the very ugly reactions reality would bring I was wondering how it would go for a woman like that
You look different, sound different, your beauty isn’t only completely unknown but alien to them entirely
If you were watching the anime or reading the manga before being sucked in to the entertainment district if any where was more accepting of your literal otherworldly beauty it’d be them
The different houses fight to claim you while you just try to figure what is going on
A family in the area acts a mediator holding you until everything is sorted out
In the meantime you learn the culture, the people, the food all while each house tries to entice you to join their houses
When you meet Oiran Koinatsu you sense that air of familiarity but you can’t quite place it
Do I know her from somewhere?
It isn’t until you question the intense huddling of the crowd that the young son of the home your staying points it out
“Oh! That’s Lady Warabihime. Isn’t she pretty?”
Looking at her strutting among the crowd that's when you knew
I-i’m in Demon Slayer!!!!???
You find after that moment that you have no problem speaking in Japanese and can unknowingly switch back to your native tongue if you wish
You figure it's not time for the actual arc to begin when you don’t see any of Uzui’s wives
You don’t really want to become a demon slayer and instead want to help the people
You remember watching/reading the sub storylines of the homes and you wanted to help
You wanted to make sure these women realized just how much more they meant but the only way anyone ever listens is if you become like them
Besides that's just another way of saying you didn’t mind being paid for existing
Eventually all the houses come together with the mediator family deciding to let you travel among the homes as a commodity that pays all of them
After teaching them how exactly you made yourself glow accommodations were made, rumors were spread, and the ploy to make you the traveling cash cow of the district had begun
You helped in the making of your costume, choosing your theme as (f/c) with (a/c)
With a large (f/c) high born lady straw hat (literally looked up what Scaramouche wears)
(a/c) crusted rubies hanging down from the hat along with a veil that covered your eyes and nose
They insisted on keeping your mouth seen, saying it was on of your most beautiful charms
Depending on whose house you were staying with your outfits would change in style only ever being your choice when you stayed with the mediator family
Signs and advertising messages displayed you as the “Exotica: the beauty of other boundaries”
Thankfully the only contact you had with your clients were tea, conversations, hand-holding, massages, and loads of other easy things
According to your patrons that was enough to please them and after you suggested ‘selling merch’ they definitely began opening up the market on you some more
Throughout your fame you did what you wanted to improving the districts economy and providing counsel to anyone who asked
People found your disposition about life refreshing
they just couldn’t get enough
You figured you’d eventually meet Daki
I mean it was inevitable
The only person here as big as you was her and you were worried she’d feel threatened
So when she asked for an audience with you
You expected to be threatened, even attacked if you acted too bold
What you weren’t expecting was her intense advances on you
After you both had sent out your young entourages
And you finally would get to speak:
“You’ve been making quite the fuss around here lately.”
She was seated, stately on her mat with her tea in front of her. You were across from her trying to stop the clenching of your fists. She was smiling and gazing at you so intensely you would reposition yourself often.
You flinched when she hunched over putting her hands on the floor in front of her. “You always schedule your parades so much earlier than mine.” She began crawling, slowly, like a cat on the prowl. Avoiding the ottoman she slinked to lean on your shoulder which was rigid thanks to your anxiety.
“I hardly get to see you.” She purposefully trapped your arm in between her chest, sealing the deal as she wrapped her arms around your arm. Pushing on you, you abandoned the ship of your proper posture as you tried to search for something to lean on. You fail to find anything, now being pushed flat on your back as the demon still clinged onto you.
“Just like I never get to see. Your. Face.”
With each word she keeps you down straddling your lying form. Keeping you still with one hand the other removes your elusive veil. She gasps before lightly tapping the fine detail of your lips as if checking to see if you were real. The same hand with less tact squeezed your cheeks together as she brought her pristine face to your own.
“Where are you from?”
“(h/t)”
She wouldn’t know where that was even if she understood you; she was holding your jaw so tightly you couldn’t properly articulate.
You would stay trapped as she curled and crawled on you for what felt like hours while rambling on about a bunch of random things: “Oh you're so plump here!” “How could they all be so ugly.” “That new girl in the Tokito house is such a whiner.” “Oh can you believe I could fit a hairbrush in there?”
She only stopped when the footsteps of both of your entourages returned. In speed, you could only account for a demon she had fastened back-up her clothes, and fixed her hair when the girls walked in. They questioned your disheveled form and Daki would giggle, lying about how ‘passionate you were.’ You were glad the little ones weren’t aware of what she was implying but you fixed yourself up to say your goodbyes
Over time her visits became natural and learning where the demon’s emotions were. You grew used to being around a demon almost desensitized. When you got over her clingy,cuddly nature she expressed anytime you were alone she was almost like a friend until you would find another girl had committed ‘Ashinuke.’ The least you could do was try and warn the newest girls and comfort anyone who had suffered from her abuse; granted she had to be quiet about that too. One time a new girl had gotten extremely attached to you, similar to the demon Oiran, who was clinging and grinding on you whenever you two were alone. When she was caught doing this by the visiting Lady Warabihime she was slapped and dragged out of the room, later she had committed ‘Ashinuke’. No matter how tight you were with Daki she’d never let you talk her out of eating someone, even when you tried appeasing her obsessive behaviour.
Eventually she decided it was time you meet someone very important to her. She had asked you: oh so nonchalantly at the end of your ‘meeting’ to meet her at night in her room. You had the sneaking suspicion this may be a demon related activity but you knew if you didn’t come she’d get you herself.
When you arrived at the designated room there was no one there, as previously instructed, you sat on the tatami floor admiring the moon. There is nothing like the backgrounds in Demon Slayer. Thank you Koyoharu Gotouge. So wrapped up in the light of the moon you missed the entrance of a suited demon with glowing magenta eyes.
“Hello (Y/n).”
You didn’t turn. You didn’t feel like you could. But you did, eventually, looking up at the demon king himself: Muzan Kitbusuji. The lack of breath on your face and the cold index and thumb on your chin just established the stature he had.
Did he know?
Would he kill me?
“Blue Spider Lily.”
“What?”
“The Blue Spider Lily. Do you know what it is?”
“Uhm a f-flower, I think?” You didn’t want to sound too sure but the look on his face seemed as if he already knew the answer.
“Correct.” He cupped his frigid hands round your cheeks and he brushed his thumbs agianst them. You felt oddly comforted.
“Daki.”
“Yes Master?”
“You know what you have to do.”
“Of course Master, thank you!”
And just as he came he was gone like a trick of the light and Daki emerged from the darkness to smother you in her scent.
“You’re so beautiful (Y/n). Even the Master thinks so!”
TBC
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yandereaffections · 9 months ago
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Oh what a pain it is to be targeted at all points of his life, especially with little obnoxious demon slayers like you thinking they could risk their chances without a plan just because you managed to spot him mixed into a crowd and disguised. He may be able to admire how bold you are, making a scene in public with all these potential victims around, nevertheless it doesn't win you any points in his book
What has him interested in you is the amount of persistence, even when your beaten down on the ground as a bloody mess you still strain yourself to get back on your feet and save those around you, pursue your want to end his existence either out of revenge, a want for power, or some other reason he doesn't particularly care about. It's the only reason you're left to live another day, his curiosity of how you would act and behave even on a normal day where you weren't on the brink of death like you are now
Kibutsuji has his ways to keep an eye on you, observe and adore you from a far when he doesn't feel like overpowering you just to have a simple conversation. You're something of his pet, finding entertainment over the missions your sent on and the way you act like a hero, killing demons lower than him in a similar way that he imagines you'd like to slaughter him
It wouldn't be long until he comes to collect his dearest puppy, defenseless to his strength nor the sedatives he easily slipped into the water container you keep on you at all times. How ironic when he comes up to you in the middle of public he actually gets what he wants compared to how you were left gravely injured
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just-some-yandere-writer · 11 months ago
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you : what if i died ?
Muzan , showing off his arm :
you : okay , but like , if it was instant . like , i ' m already dead at impact .
Muzan , showing his arm off even more :
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coralineotaku · 11 days ago
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Conta que eu traduzi: tumblr married-to-google-translater
(Muzan que não consegue transformar a S/N em oni)
𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹•𖧹𖧹•𖧹•𖧹
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Se você ouvir atentamente, você pode ouvir o gemido frustrado de Muzan.  Ele realmente não esperava isso.  Muzan agora teria tentado transformá-lo em um demônio três vezes.  E todas as vezes seu sangue não tem efeito e você tem conseguido permanecer humano.  Muzan gostaria de explorar este recurso seu.  Seria uma mutação genética? Muzan realmente não quer que esta "qualidade de você" se torne uma qualidade comum para as pessoas.  Ele certamente destruiria toda a sua família se eles tivessem a mesma capacidade.  (então assumindo que ele não tinha feito isso antes) no entanto, este recurso torna você realmente especial.  E isso torna mais fácil para Muzan aceitar o fato de que ele se apaixonou por você.  Embora por alguma razão você nem sempre parece apreciar o seu amor.
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yanderemommabean · a year ago
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Hehe.. the other demons all wait until they know Muzan’s s/o will be there bc he’s so much less blood lusty around them. S/o is nice to them and Muzan is all distressed like “no, no don’t get attached” but s/o is already scheduling tea and cookies with several demons and now Muzan has to put up with them or face the silent treatment from human s/o for a whole week for every friend demon he kills.
“You really think you can hurt me by being silent? I rule this world, I own every demon in it! I’ll do with them as I please, and you will like it!”.
“....”
“No wait, babe please- I’m sorry!”
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i-cant-sing · 17 days ago
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Yandere Kamado Clan x Muzan's daughter
Thinking about Yandere Kamado Clan with a daughter reader who is actually the daughter of Muzan. Muzan had abandoned you when you were still a baby, and it was Tanjuro and Kei Kamado who took you in and raised you along with their kids. You were younger than Tanjiro and Nezuko, and older than the other siblings, and while you were close with everyone, you had a special bond with Nezuko. She was sympathetic with you, especially when you would complain to her about how unnecessarily protective the whole family was towards you- never letting you leave the house unaccompanied, not allowing you to run errands, and meeting strangers was out of the question. All you were allowed to do was play with your younger siblings or help your mother with house chores, although she would rarely trust you to do anything without hurting yourself. The smallest paper cuts would send her into panic, and make your father lightly scold you for hurting yourself and worrying your mother.
Your father, Tanjuro, was a kind man. Sure, he would worry over you a lot, but some of the fondest memories you have of your childhood was with him. He used to take you to the city with him on errands, watching you closely as you explored the area. And when you'd get tired, he would always place you on his shoulders and take you back home. His heart was always at peace when you were around him, it wouldn't be wrong to say you were his happy pill. And even though he would sometimes scold you over little things that he deemed were "putting you in danger", didn't allow you to leave the house without him or Tanjiro, you knew he loved you very much.
You were very young when you found out you were adopted, overheard your parents talking about it one day, but you kept the guise up that you didn't know. Despite that, they all treated you like you were blood- sometimes you'd think they were a bit too coddling towards you even more than your younger siblings, but you like to think that they just like to put extra affection towards you because you were adopted.
Much like your father, the rest of the family loved you a lot. Your younger siblings would fight amongst themselves over spending time with you. Your mother just wanted you to be by her side all the time, and before your younger siblings were born, she would be too restless to let you sleep alone. So she and your father made you sleep between them, your mother's lullaby and your father's head pats putting you right to sleep. Then after your younger siblings were born, you shared your room with Nezuko and Tanjiro, once again, sleeping right in between them, your brother telling you all about his day at the village and your sister braiding your hair from behind.
Tanjiro, being the eldest, loved his siblings, and coddled them to no extent. Whenever he went out, he would bring some souvenir back for you, tell you all the things he'd witnessed at the market. Sometimes, when you'd beg him to take you out to, he would give in to your puppy eyes and sneak you out while Nezuko kept your mother busy. But he'd only take you out for 2 hours tops, because any later than that would not only worry your mother but also Nezuko.
Nezuko knows she is your favourite sibling, and while she doesn't rub it in her siblings faces, you could definitely see the coy smile on her face when they see you share secrets with her only. Her favourite past time is playing with your hair, and she always covers up for you so that your parents wouldn't scold you for "almost dying". She agrees that they are a bit paranoid towards you, but its only because they love you!
Days before your father had died, he looked deathly pale. He began putting a lot of restrictions on you, absolutely refused you to leave the home at all. You thought maybe his disease was making him delirious, but he even started yelling whenever you'd leave his site for longer than 10 minutes. One day, you came out of the shower, only to overhear you father whispering over and over again to keep you safe inside the house or he will come and take me away. You didn't know who "he" was, but you weren't able to find out because your father caught you eavesdropping and scolded you, before motioning you to sit by his side again. The day he died, he was very affectionate towards you, just like he used to be before. He held your hand the entire time and had a small smile on his face, whispering how you've grown into a beautiful child, how proud he is of you. Kept on repeating how you're his child, and you think that he knew that you knew you were adopted, but you still pretended to be ignorant. By the end of the day, Tanjuro was surrounded by his whole family. He told them that he won't be with them anymore, and he began giving them all advises. And when he came to you, all he said was:
"Family. This is you family, now and forever." And then his hand stopped petting your head and just as his world faded to black, so did yours.
For a few days, you had been in a coma and your family's paranoia over you only grew more. Perhaps it was the emotional trauma that made you sick, or perhaps you'd caught whatever had made your father sick, but you felt like your body had changed when you woke up. Your senses had heightened and you felt this weird energy inside of you.
Your family became even more paranoid over you, and you honestly think if your mother wasn't so concerned for your safety, your siblings would ease up a little too. Tanjiro suddenly became the man of the house, and he, much like your father, had forbidden you from ever leaving the house unless he takes you with him. Even Nezuko had changed. Instead of talking sense into Tanjiro, she instead tried to take your mind off the topic by distracting you with other stuff. It got to the point where you decided to just sneak out to the woods for just a small walk through the cold night. Only that brisk moment of relaxation turned into a terrible night as you were suddenly tackled to the ground by Tanjiro. You looked at him and you had never seen him so angry, so furious. Tanjiro dragged you back towards the house, not listening to you begging him to slow down.
When you guys reached home, your family stood there waiting for you, your mother and Nezuko had tears flowing down their eyes and your siblings looked worried. Tanjiro began yelling at you, asking why would you try to run away from your family. He didn't believe you when you said that you were just taking a walk outside, and your mother then began crying and sobbing, asking if you hate them so much that you'd endanger yourself like that, making you feel guilty. But before you could defend yourself, Tanjiro pulled you up and took you to your room and locked you in there, telling you that you won't leave the room until he could trust you again.
You thought it would only be for a day or two. But the confinement actually ended up on going for months, and while your family did try to cheer you up when they'd come in your room, they still refused to let you out of the room except for going to the bathroom. But Tanjiro still seemed to be mad at you, refusing to even visit you or talk to you (or so you thought. He came to check on you whenever you were asleep.)
Then one day, you were woken up to screaming. It was your family. You yelled for them through the locked door, banging and asking whats happening. The longer you heard them scream, the more scared you became for them. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush, but you suddenly rammed your shoulder against the door and were able to break it down. Running down the stairs, your heart dropped when you saw the sight in front of you.
Your family lying in a pool of their own blood. Your mother, Takeo, Hanako, Shigeru, Rokuta-
Nezuko. Where's Nezuko?
You ran outside and that's when you saw her. Your sister being strangled by a man.
Without hesitation, you charged at the man and tried to punch him, but he caught your hand.
"You dare to hit me-" You cut him off with a surprising kick to his chest, making him stumble back and off Nezuko. Giving a quick glance back to check if Nezuko was breathing, unconscious, but breathing.
Then, you turned back at the man, only to be thrown against the three. Coughing up blood, you glared at the man. He tutted as he walked towards you while you struggled to breathe.
"So much hate in those eyes." He said, drawing up his claws. "Don't you know a to bow to a king when you see one?"
"No." You spit blood at his clothes. "But I know a bitch when I see one."
His red eyes lit up with fury as he slapped you across the face, his nails scratching your cheek and drawing blood. "Disrespectful brat." He began choking you. "I was gonna give you a painless death but-" He suddenly stopped as he looked at you, nose sniffing the air.
You were still recovering from the blow he'd landed on you to stop him when he swiped the blood off your cheek with his finger and sniffed it, before licking it.
"What the fu-"
You stopped mid sentence when he suddenly smiled- not in a mocking way, but a soft smile.
"I'm sorry." He said, and he almost sounded like he meant it. You could only watch in confusion as he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped your cheek. "I hit you way too hard, hm? Daddy's sorry." He said as he checked your cheek but you smacked his hand away and glared. "What the hell are you talking about, you freak?"
But his smile never faltered. He grabbed your chin gently yet firmly enough that you couldn't pull away. "I know we fought, but that's still no way to talk to your father."
Your eyes widened. "N-no- no..." you whispered, shaking your head.
But he only nodded. "Yes. Sorry, it took so long to find you, darling." He extended his hand towards you. "Now come on. Its time to go home."
You scoffed at him. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you must be stupid to think I'd go anywhere with you." You said, trying to distract him while you discretely grabbed a stone to hit him.
But he saw it. "Don't do that-" You threw the rock at him, but he was able to dodge it with ease.
"I didn't want to do this the hard way." He sighed, and then in a blink, he was right in front of you. You flinched and backed away. How the hell did he move so fast?
The man grabbed your hand and yanked you towards him. "Don't be moody, we're going home, sweetie. Now, go to sleep."
Thats all he had to say before your world faded to black and you fell into his arms, the last thing you heard was him laughing.
Once Tanjiro returned, his whole world turned upside down when he had to bury his family and cope with the fact that Nezuko had turned into a demon and you had been taking to god knows where by the murderer.
So now, with his training and her demonic powers combined, the older Kamado siblings are now on the hunt for their younger sister and the demon king.
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Now that I've laid down the background, you guys can ask for scenarios and asks <3
I personally think Muzan is gonna be a very... loving father. Annoying and suffocating, but loving. What do you guys think?
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what would yandere Kokushibou and yandere Muzan look like With a short s/o
Yandere Kokushibou
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Kokushibou wouldn’t care so much about this.
About 90% of people in that time would be shorter than him.
It would be a miracle if you were taller than him.
But it is said that your height makes your kidnapping much easier.
Kokushibo just can carry you away while you sleep.
very easy.
Kokushibo understands that you are shocked by this new situation.
And he’s going to give you time and space in the beginning.
But Kokushibo would lie if he said you weren’t cute.
This would also make him a little softer.
He loves holding you in his arms while meditating and being able to stroke your head.
You’re just so small and pathetic so he’s bound to protect you.
Yandere Muzan Kibutsuji
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Muzan would literally live for this.
He would really love how short and small you are.
It would make him feel really strong.
And we all know for sure that this strengthens Muzan’s god complex.
( That is certainly not a good thing. )
Muzan also doesn’t want you to be able to increase your height somehow.
So if you wear high heels you can expect that one day they will just disappear.
Muzan also loves to lift things so high that you don’t reach for them.
Then you have to literally pray for his help.
Yes Muzan forces you to pray a lot.
He gets indescribable pleasure from it.
But this also serves as a punishment.
If you break his rules, Muzan really won’t help you even if you need it.
Muzan also often holds you in your arms during meetings.
You are his adorable little pet and Muzan loves it.
"Oh Y/n you need my help again right? Do you remember what you have to do? All you have to do is ask for it *smile* *Muzan raises your chin gently* Make it my pet. After all, you can't survive without me."
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moonstruck-rk · 4 months ago
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Worst of Two Worlds 1
Don’t post, copy, rewrite or translate in any platforms.
Warning: This content could be explicit sexual situations, depictions of violence or abuse, or other ‘adult’ content not intended for younger readers (MINORS DNI). Some readers may find the following content disturbing. Reader’s discretion is advised.
Summary: Born as a normal human fond of watching anime and manga with an awful life you always wonder, what will you do if you get isekai to your favorite anime? What if you got your wish come true but with bonus and problem? You don’t only get isekai to your one anime world but two?
Platonic Yandere!Father Muzan x Daughter!reader, Yandere! Gojo x fem! reader
tw: yandere, manipulation 
Word Count: 2734
AN: English is not my first language, please excuse my mistakes
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“I’m wondering how did you get inside my mirror,” Satoru said while playing with you on the other side of the mirror.
Your daily life is consists of playing with Satoru on the other side of the mirror, spending time with your father, and being adored by the upper ranks.
His question made you sigh deeply. You don’t have an answer to his question and what’s worst was your knowledge about Demon Slayer's Universe is different to the world you’re in. Now, you’re sure that Jujutsu Kaisen’s universe is also different from what you remember.
When Satoru noticed your mood changed, he changed the topic and talked about toys and the sorcerers. Sorcerers seem to impress you. Satoru noted that. He wants you to find him interesting, so you will always play with him.
The next day, Satoru told you about the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. He thought that the story about that mighty cursed spirit will make you happy, but he was wrong.
You explained that your father, Muzan Kibutsuji, is a demon lord, and he came from the same era as Sukuna. The so-called King of Curses was defeated by jujutsu sorcerers while your father won his battle against the demon slayers. Clearly, your father is stronger than Sukuna.
Muzan was spying on you through the slightly opened door. He was happy how you bragged about him to your imaginary friend.
“YN,” your father slowly walked towards you and pat your head, “let’s go, time to study”.
“Let’s play again later,” you told Satoru, who was looking up at Muzan.
Your father carry you and it surprised him to see a white-haired boy in the mirror. While you’re busy writing and reading the books your father gave to you. He summoned the upper ranks to ask about your imaginary friend.
All of them confirmed they saw you talking to yourself in front of the mirror, but none of them saw the white-haired boy. Muzan kept silence about what he saw and monitor the mirror. He kept on showing up whenever you talk to the mirror, but he never saw the white-haired boy again.
The demon lord ignored the white-haired boy because it could just be his imagination. Your father kept your time with the mirror to the minimum and made you busy with studying at your young age. Kokushibo became your teacher for swords. Akaza is your teacher of martial arts. Your father hired the best teachers to teach you everything from Science, foreign languages, etiquette, math, and the long list goes on. There are subjects you really enjoyed and ace it with no problem. There are also subjects that you struggle. Muzan didn’t see it as your problem. If his daughter is having a problem with learning a subject, then the issue is the teacher.
Being Muzan’s daughter means you’re perfect, just like your father. There is no way his daughter will not understand a simple math problem. Your teacher is simply not competent for the job. If your teacher gets fired by the demon lord, it means they are going to be food for the demons along with their family.
Muzan never trusted you to be alone with both demons and humans. You always have one of the upper rank demons to be your guard. The demon lord couldn’t explain it to you yet, but you already have an idea why he never let you be alone. Demons might eat you because you’re Muzan’s daughter. They might think that they can get stronger if they consume you. Humans, well, they have many reasons to kill you.
Whenever you came back to your room, Satoru was there waiting for you. He noticed how tired you were, and he knew your father was not treating you well. Despite being tired, you always try to make time to talk to Satoru. You will fall asleep in front of the mirror and Satoru will do the same.
He changed his routine for you. Every night, he will prepare a book to read to help you sleep. Once you’re sleeping, he will watch you while he can before sleeping besides the mirror. Satoru also got busy with his life, but he tried hard to make time for you. He never forgets his goal, and that’s saving you from your father.
Satoru knows you never consumed humans or their blood. You just eat what a normal human will eat. He needs to save you from those demons, but he is not stupid not to realize how strong your father is. Muzan successfully eradicate his enemies, something Sukuna failed to do. Going to your world means suicide, so he will summon you to his world. Everything will be perfect. You know nothing about his world; you don’t know anyone, and you only have him. Of course, you will rely on him he is your fiancee after all. Satoru will never forget the day you agreed to marry him when you grow up.
You grow up to be a beautiful woman that both races love and hate. All the upper rank demons were protective towards you. They respect and feared Muzan, but you have all of them wrapped around your little fingers.
Doma will eat any human who dares to compare themselves to your beauty. Daki will destroy their face first before devouring those humans. Akaza and Kokushibo are proud of your skills. But no one can match your father’s love.
Muzan accepted you as half-human and half-demon. He never forces you to drink blood. The demon lord hired chefs to cook your food. He always makes sure that you only have the best. From premium meats, fresh fruits and vegetables, and teas. As his daughter, you have hundreds of shoes, clothes made from the finest materials, and jewelry.
Muzan now reigns over Japan and all the countries feared him. They always follow his orders and his opinions matters. Once, a country tried to go against Muzan and he show to the world leaders how powerful he is. He didn’t kill the world leader, but took his family and feed it to his demons. Muzan forced the citizens of that country to turn their back to their stupid leader if they want to be saved, which they did. The demon lord feeds the man to his demons and lets the world leaders to watch it. It’s a cruel reminder for everyone who has the genuine power.
Japan was the host of the world meeting and you’re preparing for the dinner party. Since most of the guests for the party are humans, the only demons allowed to join the party will be your father, you, and the upper rank demons. Of course, no demon will go against Muzan. The demons are perfect guard to protect the world leaders against any assassin or terrorist, plus they can eat those criminals.
You’re dancing in front of the mirror when Satoru came to his room. He took out his phone to take a picture, but it disappointed him to see himself in the picture. All he can do is to memorize how you look and bury it in his mind and heart.
“Are you going somewhere?” Satoru greeted you to the other side of the mirror.
“Tonight is the end of the world leader’s summit and we are having a dinner party,” you explained to him “if you’re just here, you’ll probably my date for tonight”.
Satoru’s eyes widened “wait! Who’s your date?”
“Dad, who else? As if he will let me date anyone,” you chuckled, “how do I look?”
“Not ugly as usual,” he replied while looking at you.
Akaza called you from the other side of the door to inform you that your father is looking for you. You bid your farewell to Satoru before leaving. He was frustrated because he couldn’t be with you. It’s only the mirror that connects him to you, and it’s not enough. Now that he is studying at Jujutsu high he might find a way to bring you to his world.
Your father always requires you to be beside him after the dinner party. He was always protective towards you, but it leveled up this time. You didn’t dare to ask his reason, because it scared you to make him mad.
Muzan has his reasons to be paranoid about your safety. He overheard the sons of some world leaders taking interest in you; he knows that there will be a day that you will gain feelings towards someone and he couldn’t allow that. You’re his daughter and he will let no man take you. He can’t trust any man. They will only hurt his princess and what’s worst is they are going to use you against him. His other reason was your mother escaped from prison and he’s worried that you will find out the truth.
Satoru had a long tiring day at school, but he instantly forgot everything when he saw you combing your hair in front of the mirror. He wants to surprise you, but he stopped when he saw a woman standing behind you.
You saw the woman and turned around to look at her “I can’t believe that demon let you live,” she scoffed while looking at you.
“Excuse me?” you looked at her for a while.
“Do you know that your father raped me because he wants to punish my father for leading the rebellion against demons? You’re the result of his crime, you’re truly a demon’s child.” She cupped your face hard “I heard your father loves you so much. I bet he will be sad when you die”.
Muzan was fast enough to snatch you away from the woman. Doma took the woman out of your room while your father stayed with you. The woman is mentally ill, and she killed someone before. Even if the woman is telling the truth, you know that your father will decide what will be the truth and lie.
Your mother died after giving birth to you, and that was the truth Muzan wants you to believe. Satoru hated everyone around you. He can see your father’s lies and you had no choice but to accept them. You’re a caged bird, and Satoru will save you.
Satoru became more busy as a jujutsu sorcerer and student at Jujutsu High. He needs to be strong enough to protect you, and to take you away from the demon lord.
You also got busy in your own life. Muzan lets you do whatever you want. The demon lord will give you anything you want just to keep you at his side. Muzan will explain that you cannot fall in love with a human or demon because it will destroy the balance between the two races. It might encourage humans to go on rebellion against demons if you fall for a human. Demons might not follow the rules that your father established if you took a liking to a demon.
There are times you missed Satoru, but you know that he’s already a strong Jujutsu sorcerer. Satoru enjoys watching kids playing in the park. He wished he could play with you in the park when you’re still kids. He will make sure your kids with him can definitely do the things you missed out on doing together. Satoru sees you in every mirror he looked at. He tried to communicate with you using different mirrors, but he failed.
He always looks forward to returning home because he can finally see you through the mirror. Satoru hasn’t talked to you for a long time now and he was worried about you. Things didn’t go as he planned because when he finally got home and went inside his room, he saw a shattered window piece across his room. Satoru noticed a baseball (ball) in his room. It devastated him when he saw his mirror broken. After that day, Satoru can no longer contact you, no matter how hard he tried. He thought of different methods to see you again, but none of them worked.
It has been many years since Satoru lost contact with you, but he remembers you every day, and every time he looks in the mirror. Despite his attitude, he’s longing for you deep inside his heart.
During the baseball match between the students of Kyoto and Tokyo, they suddenly felt an immense cursed energy coming from the forest. Not wasting too much time, everyone, including Satoru, headed to the forest.
“Huh? Akaza! Kokushibo! Doma!” you called for the demons who were just with you seconds ago.
Satoru was the first one to find you “YN?” he couldn’t believe that you’re now in front of him but he didn’t forget about the others.
“Pretend to be my fiancee and don’t act strange,” he whispered in your ear. He warns you right on time before everyone else found you.
“My fiancee missed me so much she went to Kyoto just to be with me, you’re really sweet,” Satoru laughed.
“Fiancee?” everyone asked in surprised.
“We are keeping our relationship a secret for a long time. I think it’s fine to let them know, right darling?” Satoru smiled at you.
“Whatever,” you replied before putting your hands in your pocket. You frowned when you felt something in your pocket and took it out “huh? Why do I have this?”
“Darling, remember you told me you will give that to me,” Satoru chuckled, and open his palm.
You looked at him for a while “there is a technique I just recently mastered. Can I try it for this?”
Principal Gakuganji admits that you have impressive cursed energy, but there is no way you can destroy Sukuna’s finger.
“Sure” Satoru smiled and stepped away from you. The others did the same thing. You took out a sword that your father gave to you and recalled Rengoku’s technique that you took from Akaza’s memory.
You throw Sukuna’s finger up and used Rengoku’s ninth form to destroy the cursed object. Satoru picked up the sliced indestructible finger of Sukuna before it turned into ashes.
“It worked.” You stared at the ashes in Satoru’s hands.
Principal Gakuganji couldn’t believe what he just witnessed “Satoru, why won’t you properly introduce your fiancee to all of us?”
You looked at Satoru who was now smirking at you, “I’m YN Kibutsuji.”
“My fiancee is strong, we are definitely meant for each other,” Satoru bragged.
The principal was about to ask another question but you turned your attention to Satoru “love, I’m tired from my long travel from overseas. I wish to rest for a bit”.
“Of course, love. Please excuse me and my fiancee,” he announced before leaving with you.
Everyone can hear Gojo praising you loudly about how you destroy Sukuna’s finger and how beautiful your technique was. What you did about Sukuna’s finger spread like a wildfire to other sorcerer families. Satoru Gojo, the world’s strongest sorcerer, has a fiancee who can destroy Sukuna’s finger.
“How about we visit Gojo’s fiancee?” Naoya asked, “maybe I can pursue her to be my wife and join our clan instead?”
"I don’t know what happened, but I was just training with Akaza and the others in the forest. I heard someone chanting something and the next thing I know I’m already here,” you told Satoru as you get into his hotel room.
“Don’t worry, I will help you,” he smiled widely.
You stared at him for a while before you slapped his face “what was that for?” he asked in surprised.
“Don’t act like you got hurt. I know my palm never touched your cheek,” you hissed at him “why did you leave saying nothing?”
Satoru sighed and sat beside you before he explain everything. Meanwhile, Doma found the sorcerer who was responsible for your disappearance and bring him to the demon lord.
Muzan wanted to kill the man but he can’t make the same mistake he did thousand of years ago.
“I can’t perform the ritual again,” the man panted after the long hours of torture he received from Muzan “I need to gather all the materials again. The plant I use will only bloom once a year”.
The demon lord screamed in frustration. He ordered the upper rank demons to find the plant that the sorcerer used. Your father couldn’t wait a year, he needs to make sure his princess is safe.
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ineedavirtualboyfriend · a month ago
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Grinding on muzan thigh while he just watch you with his usual stern face
Thats is hawtttt
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ariesrondeletia · 2 years ago
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Yandere Muzan x Reader: Corpses
This got a little off the rails and didn’t got the way I expected, but hey, Muzan’s a bastard who can flip between charming and cruel. 
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tw: gore, murder, suggestive themes, overall bastardness
Word Count: 1,095
Prompt: Corpses
Why was it you always ended up back here? To the side of Muzan himself. You had been called for various reasons before, but you racked your brain as to why he would involve the lower moons. The six knelt in front of him, while you sat on a deep red cushion Nakime had prepared. Muzan being the only one standing, a blatant show of power. The moon didn’t dare look up from the hardwood, but you could tell they were curious as to who you were. Muzan looked down at them disapprovingly before speaking.
“I called you together to introduce you to (Name). She will join your ranks of the lower moons and I fully expect you to help her in any way she requires. Serve her as you would me.”
His words sent shock throughout the room, though no one spoke a tense atmosphere fell over the room. You could feel the hatred bubbling off of the moons. You noticed the way the fourth moon clenched his fist in anger. They considered you undeserving of respect, that much was clear. And yet none of them had the guts to voice their opinion. You didn’t want this tension between the moons and yourself. It was clear that they were so much stronger than you. You’d only been a demon for a year, there was no way you were prepared for this. Most of your food had come from Muzan summoning you to dine with him, as you were unable to kill someone yourself.  
The third moon lifted his eyes from the floor to glare up at you. His harsh stare cut deep. ‘You don’t deserve this’ it said and you knew it was true. You lowered your head in shame. His stare was snapped away from you as Muzan glowered above him. 
“There’s no place for her? Then I suppose that you’ll have to give up your rank to accommodate.” 
“Lord Muzan, no! I can prove myself to be more useful than some-” He rose from his kneeling position only to have his body splatter across the far wall. You gasped and felt dizziness consume you. This couldn’t really be happening, could it? Muzan had been so kind to you, how could he kill one of his own servants in cold blood? The other demons feared for their lives, but seemed unsurprised. Was he always this cruel? 
You remembered how he had summoned you only a week ago. He had been charming, acting as a perfect gentleman as he took your coat from you and pulled out your chair before sitting in his own. You ate what looked like steak, but you knew what it truly was. You apologized for being a burden, but he laughed it off. He said he didn’t mind and you thanked him. He had been sweet as you talked for hours, the two of you never running out of topics to banter about. He was sweet, his compliments genuine, and his looks to die for. It felt as though he was god incarnate, but where was that man now? That polite smile was gone and any semblance of kindness was lost as he stared at the remaining lives before him. 
Part of you wanted to run, but knew you would meet the same end so you forced yourself to remain still. Every nerve in your body screamed to get away from the monster, and yet he turned to you. The smile played across his lips and the facade came over him once more. The blood still stained his hands, even though you had never seen him move to kill the demon. Was he messing with you? He must be trying to get you to trust him through these loving stares and soft touches, but why would he do such a thing? What did he gain?
“Go join them now, love.” His tone was soft and coaxing. It gave you whiplash to see the difference between his two selves. You remained frozen, unable to fully comprehend the situation. One hand wrapped around your waist as he lifted you up and forced your legs to move forward. You stood before the still kneeling moons. Come to think of it, they had been kneeling ever since you had arrived. It was as though they were statues. 
“Welcome her.” The harshness was back as he spoke to them. 
Eager to impress, the second moon rose to greet you. He kept his gaze lowered as he approached. He bowed before you, a show of respect you weren’t worthy of. You nodded to reciprocate, the hand on your waist keeping you from doing anything more. He took your hand to lead you to the place the third moon had once occupied. That had been the wrong thing to do. 
Insanity filled your senses as anger engulfed Muzan. You didn’t dare look behind you, knowing that his bloodied eyes would burn through you. The pressure intensified as the second moon pulled his hand away from yours. He rushed to return to his place and you could feel his death pressing upon you. The weight was heavy enough that you spun to face Muzan.
His eyes were exactly as you feared, the rage behind them almost making you drop to your knees out of fear. He hadn’t seemed to take notice of you, so focused on the indiscretion. Your voice caught in your throat, but the death was coming closer and closer and you couldn’t bear to watch it happen again. 
“M-Muzan,” your voice wavered pathetically. His eyes snapped to you and the anger masked itself a second too late and you felt his fury for a moment. Your blood ran cold. His expression softened, but you couldn’t forget the power behind a single look. He tilted his head, prompting you to continue. “I don’t want you to kill him. Please, don’t.”
He didn’t mask his annoyance, but the tension dissolved somewhat. He gestured for you to take your place as the new third lower moon and you were only too happy to run to the empty place. You knelt as best you could, trying not to get too much blood on your kimono and trying not to think of what had transpired seconds ago. This place wasn’t really for you and everyone felt it. He redirected his attention back to the demon who touched you. But he was calm for the most part. His tone was ice cold and you believed his words as he spoke.
“The next time you touch what’s mine, I’ll destroy you.”
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darlingyanderes · 11 months ago
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How about Yandere Mizu is just holding Y/N's stomach? So Y/N is pregnant, she is slightly scared of him. But Mizu doesn't want to stress Y/N out, but...he is amazed how Y/N got pregnant. How was that even possible? He is just petting and cuddles with Y/N since he understand that stress isn't so good for the baby.
Thank you for your request!! I’m sorry, but I wasn’t entirely sure who you meant, so I wrote something for Muzan. I apologise if you wanted someone else, so please let me know if I got it wrong!! I still hope you enjoy what I wrote for you :D
Warnings: pregnancy, implications of rape, unhealthy mindset
Word count: 569
Perfect little family - Yandere!Muzan Kibutsuju  x Fem!reader
Pregnancy should be the happiest moment in a mother’s life, especially with the baby giving all those happy hormones. But for (Y/N), it was quite the opposite.
She was terrified.
With a worried look on her face, (Y/N stared at her swollen stomach in the mirror. It looked like any other pregnant lady’s stomach at first sight, but on closer inspection, you can see the dark veins shimmering through from under her skin. She heard that babies kick when they’re in the belly, but not that they almost burst through your skin. It wasn’t a normal pregnancy, but what else did she expect when Muzan impregnated her?
Shivers ran over her spine when she remembered what he did. All those nights in a row, his feverish eyes on her body, him not listening to her cries to stop; all of his talk of ‘creating a happy family.’
Her hands rubbed her stomach in an effort to soothe herself. Her child wasn’t the only thing she was scared of. No matter how many times he reassures her that he won’t hurt her or their child and that he only wants the best for all of them, he’s still a demon, a monster. But no matter how hard she tries, she’ll never be able to escape from him.
Without her noticing, Muzan had came up from behind her and slotted himself against her back, earning a yelp from (Y/N). He placed his hands on top of hers, allowing his thumb to caress her skin. While he rested his chin on her shoulder, he looked at the two of them in the mirror.
He hummed in content. They look like a perfect family. He didn’t even know that it’s possible for a demon to impregnate a human, but he sure was glad he tried it out. His heart warmed when he thought of what it would be like when the baby comes out. What should they name it? Would it look like her, or like him? Or better yet, an adorable mix of the both of them?
He gently stroked her stomach, lost in his fantasies with a slight smile tugging at his lips. It was only when (Y/N) shivered at his touch that he was snapped out of his thoughts.
She was slightly trembling and he could hear her strained breathing and her heart beating out of her chest. Her eyes darted back and forth, unable to really focus on anything. She’s scared.
But of what?
His hands trailed up and rubbed her arms as he investigated her troubled face. All of her basic needs should be met, as well as entertainment, so what could she be worried about? His eyes travelled down to her belly again.
Oh, I see.
Muzan wrapped around her as he looked at her through the mirror with a reassuring smile.
“I know, it’s scary. There aren’t any records of a human and a demon creating a child together, especially not for their first pregnancy. But no need to fear, my love. I’ll have the best doctors on hand by the time the baby comes. Everything will be okay, you and our baby will be just fine.”
He softly pressed a kiss on her cheek before placing his chin on her shoulder again. He muttered, more to himself than to (Y/N): “Worst case scenario, I’ll turn you into a demon so you’ll stay with me forever.”
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dear-yandere · 2 years ago
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run darling run.
request: Prompts escape and punishment for Muzan.
tw. physical abuse, blood
Muzan Kibutsuji
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Your leg wasn’t supposed to bend that way.
Somewhere along the line, the pain had faded into a prevailing feeling of emptiness, or perhaps that was an after effect of how he’d conditioned you. ‘Don’t wince, don’t scream, don’t cry’ he’d command as he did such unspeakable things.
“This is what happens when you don’t do what I say, pet.” He chastised, his tone far too beguiling and amused considering the blood pooling from your wound and the sound of bones clicking out of place. Polished loafers pressed into the back of your head, digging your nose further into the ground and cutting off your oxygen. You winced, trying not to struggle despite the gash in your side and the way he twisted your leg with his free hand.
You winced, but held your tongue.
Muzan chuckled darkly, pushing harder against your head. You bit your tongue, blood bathing your lips a crimson red to match your open wounds. “Did you really think you can get away from me?”
“N-no…”
Your answer was quick and just as repentant, but he could smell your fear all too well. You’ve grown into a wonderful pet, but you could never hide the way your heart cowered when he so much as looked at you.
“Is that so? I do believe you need a proper punishment, however…” He idly pulled on your leg, bending it from its natural position as if it were only a doll limb. As if you didn’t need it in the first place. “Any thoughts on one befitting your offense?”
“I…I’ll take a-any punishment you… think fits… m-master…”
His smile sent shivers down your skin even when you couldn’t see it.
“Clever pet.”
Your leg snapped.
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yandereaffections · 9 months ago
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You're not the type to stand and stare at him in fear, oh no of course not you're the foolishly brave type to try and fight him off the child he currently has bloody, gasping desperately for air underneath the pressure of his hands, swinging at him with a mere stick in attempt to get him away from who seems to be the last living relative of yours
If he didn't already got what he came for then certainly he would've chosen you to be the one that suffers the pain of demon transformation, with such fury Muzan sure you would've been excellent but oh well, if only you came a few minutes sooner maybe you could've persuade him to take you without any other fatalities necessary yet such is fate
Kibutsuji would let you attempt to strike him as many times as you'd like while he effortlessly takes steps to avoid you wondering just what to do with someone so bold, mere human or not you're quite interesting, maybe take you as an experiment? A pet of some sort? Certainly it'll be a pain but he can break you down to be well behaved easily if the death of your family wasn't enough to cause major damage to your mentality
A slight sigh is all you hear from the monster thats standing in the blood of your younger siblings, completely unaffected while your hyperventilating, trying to focus all your ability towards killing him even if just the thought of actually hitting such a beast was a delusion. Suddenly all the air is knocked out of your lungs, feeling your back hit the stained hardwood floors barely able to see Muzan through the blur that covers your eyes, yet his victorious smile is as clear as day right before any feeling of consciousness leaves you defenseless to the will of a demon
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just-some-yandere-writer · 11 months ago
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you : would you missed me if i died ?
Muzan : it ' s funny you think death can get you out of this relationship .
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