jaz-just-peachy

[jaz-just-peachy]

"I CAN WHAT?!" ●Muzan x reader● p2

You wake up in a room. Or atleast you think it's a room? It seems to have no end. Like one big room full of tiny other rooms.

You sat on a small island in the middle of where ever you were. You crawled to the edge of the platform island and look down. You see a void where the floor should have been. Only Buddha knows how high or low you where.

The air had a musty smell and each platform was decorated with dark oak beams and cream coloured walls. It looked spotless. Like someone had been here...taking care of all of it.

You start to panic as you look around frantically. What happened? Where is Y/B/N? where are you? What is this place? Who is that?

That?

In the corner of your eye you see a young woman. Straight black hair draped over her face like ink had been poured from it's container. In her hand she held a rather expensive looking biwa. She looked up silently before strumming it.

You didnt feel anything change. But it did. You were somewhere else now. Panic starting to rise again before you notice another woman. You run to her thinking it is the biwa lady only to see a totally different female in your presence.

She was average height (around 5'7) standing up straight with great posture. Her skin was perfect like carefully crafted porcelain. How could someone who seems so frail give off such a menacing aura?

You stopped running and skidded across the slippery floors for a comedic length of time. You stopped right in front of her. Close enough to smell her infatuation. Slowly you look up just to have her shove her face within your neck.

"You smell absolutely divine" she said.

He said?

He?

Your heart stopped as from the small womans body rose a deep and masculine voice. You couldn't move. You've heard this voice before but gods did you wish you hadn't.

"I am muzan" the woman said calmly. "I must say such a rare specimen such as yourself . I expected you to smell delicious but this is a whole new level. I can almost smell your fertility" she spoke again. Her voice becoming more and more sinister.

A long lick down your neck to your collarbone before grabbing your sash keeping your kimono in place.

"You smell good enough to eat..."

"But that wont do you no justice.."

He chuckles.

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[jaz-just-peachy]

"I CAN WHAT?!" ---The prequel ●Muzan x YN●

There has never been a case of a human being able to carry a demon's child. How would that even work? Would the child be a human or would it eat it's way through the mothers stomach into the cruel unforgiving world?

You were a beginner, a novice, not really well trained in the art of slaying demons. You didn't have a sad, sappy, pathetic backstory or motive like other slayers. You really were...just bored.

Selling your soul to a corporation run by a blind, deathly sick looking man sounded fun and mysterious. A great pass time while learning skills such as how to use a sword.

Your name is (Y/N) (L/N) and you were just an average water breather. Really, no one expected you to survive your first few missions. Not even the master. You were weak and the hashira saw absolutely no potential in you. Blunt I know.

You had a life outside of the corp. You didn't have a blood family but an amazing boyfriend named (Y/B/N) and his family meant everything to you. They really were just great people. They didn't deserve what happened to them.

You knocked on the front door of your boyfriend's house. 'Weird' you thought to yourself. He usually answers the door. Someone does anyway. You have never waited this long. Are they out? They would never leave without telling you.

You rummaged through your purse for the spare set of keys your boyfriend's mother had lent you. Smart woman. You unlocked the front door and walked in, making yourself at home. "I'M HOMEEE~" you shout in a sing song voice. "I would love for a loving boyfriend to come and shower me in kisses right now~".

No answer.

Tap Tap Tap

You stayed still. Still and quiet.

Tap Tap Tap Tap

A slow mind numbing tapping can be heard coming from all directions. You couldn't distinguish whether it was glass, wood, or plastic being knocked on. All so different yet so similar while in a state of panic.

The tapping noise started to fade as a new noise grew louder.

Thud Thud .... .... THUD THUD THUD THUD

Before you could even make sense of what was happening you felt sharp nails drag you to the ground as you were tackled by this...this...monster! Claws a bright yellow that contrasts the red liquid dripping from them and teeth, sharp, almost cat like. You could hear the sickening squelch as it's claws dug into your hip. Your once spotless clothing now tainted in your life essence.

Bile started to rise in your throat as the drool from this creature landed directly on your face. You try your best to dodge his saliva as it slowly drips, cold, onto you. With your eyes squinted you open one slightly to catch a glimpse of your attackers face.

(Y/B/N)

Your face drops as you recognize that face. It was your beloved boyfriend (Y/B/N) now nothing but a feral, drooling, mess. You look around hysterically trying to quickly find something else to focus your attention on. Then your attention was brought back to the...

Tap Tap Tap

Your head snaps back quickly to the source of the noise. Half way outside half way inside, the body of your ex future mother in law layed mangled on the window panes of the living room. The wind outside making her lifeless arm Tap Tap against the glass. Her stomach was torn open as she layed still. Barely recognizable.

You sob in disbelief as you try to fight back against your ex lover. His feral, hungry state making him grow stronger by the second. You knew tonight you were going to die by the hands of the man you once loved.

With every passing minute (Y/B/N) grew stronger and you...weaker. The noises that came from his mouth grew more inhumane as he got closer and closer to your neck. You close your eyes tight and brace yourself for the pain and inescapable death.

"GRRR EUGGHH"

(Y/B/N) hungry growing was brought to a sudden stop. His weight falling heavy on you. He was limp and not moving but you were too scared to open your eyes.

You felt a light breath on your temple as you layed tense on the wooden floor. The smell of blood and death hitting you finally. All at once. You felt yourself wretch at the smell. Again the breath game back. More like a sniff.

You open your eyes and the room was painted in a deep red. A shade of red that screams trouble, despair, and danger. That deep crimson red.

That's when you met the eyes of a tall, pale, sick looking an with that same shade deep in his eyes. You felt that nagging, foreboding feeling deep in your soul as you stared into his eyes and he stared back. Everything about this man screamed run.

"Interesting"

That is the last thing you heard before a sickening crack.

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Never wrote b4.