#muzan x male!reader

[bredstick]

May I have a Muzan x male one please. Anything if I'm being honest.

Thank you :)

Muzan x male! reader

I hope this short lil thing suits your tastes!

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being interested in a literal demon wasn't your usual cup of tea.

until he started to touch you- not like a prey, but something way more valuable. the slow caresses on your waist when he'd be standing next to you in random places at night, looking at you with those bright crimson eyes,

when you see him with his hair down, seeking for your approval and reassurement he's the best looking man you've ever seen, possessiveness coursing through his veins.

when he does small soft pats to your shoulder, treating you like you're made of glass- he himself wondering when he started falling for a mere mortal like you.

"Uh... Muzan? What is it?" you question, slowly starting to see a small smile appear on his face, looking at you like you were the highlight of his thousands of years living on this earth.

"Nothing, sweetheart. You just peak my interest, is all," he says in a soft whisper, your suit he made with his own hands gift wrapping your figure like it was fated to be yours- just as he was fated for you, he says in his mind.

yet he never changed, humans were high at risk like he,was ignoring that the love of his life is a human himself- until you almost left him, that was his mind shift and realization.

he plans to make you into a demon someday, not wanting to let go of your hold.

[hots0s]

pairing: muzan x gn!reader

summary: honestly folks no plot or build up lmfao he’s just rlly hot and there is an unfortunate lack of gn/masc reader. i imagine with his limited time as a human, and a miserable one at that, he’d be eager to experience any sort of enjoyment, so… also reader has a dick so that’s fun!

cw: NSFW. no plot, sub!muzan, human!muzan, ‘hate’ sex, degradation…

this is absolutely not allowed.

you thank the god’s above that you’re in complete privacy the more you curl your fingers, lord muzan’s voice keening down the hallways, his delight on display for the world. your arm is starting to hurt— the man had been as taut as a bow before all this— but he’s almost ready for you. despite the soreness and muscle burn you could honestly do this for another hour you’re enjoying it that much. lord muzan, however, is not nearly well versed in patience as you are. he grumbles and pouts, rolling his hips onto your hand, bleary eyed and quivering with need. despite his condition he’d ordered that you not treat him like he’s frail and you remind yourself of that as you slap his inner thigh, eliciting a meek cry from his lordship.

“relax, my lord. you’re going to hurt yourself,” you say, watching the welt you’d left immediately darken on his smooth, porcelain skin. he groans as you deepen your reach inside him and press down on his stomach, arching his back and tossing his head to the side, panting open mouthed into the futon. you can’t see his exact expression under the shadows and tousled raven hair sticking to his forehead, in bundles of ribbons framing his complexion, but what you can see is his desire for carnal pleasure. lord muzan was ill and didn’t have the privilege of time or the luxury of choice. you had come to him with the offer, after all, and he’d leapt at the opportunity to forget his troubles for one night.

“if we do this, my lord,” you’d said into his ear, biting back a smile at the way he’d shivered and gasped under you as you slowly pushed him onto his back, trapping him underneath you and daring him to protest. “we’ll be doing it on my terms.”

he’d been rigid with the shock and possibly fear. had anyone ever treated him this way? had he ever been told what to do? you thought for a moment that you’d overstepped. you were only here to serve, that was all, to alert the doctor if something went wrong and to follow his every flight of fancy to the best of your ability. suddenly you’d felt silly, but before you could take it back you’d felt him nod against your shoulder, a single clumsy dip of the chin .

“yes.” he’d whispered.

he’d grabbed at you then the way he grabs at you now, a sense of urgency behind his touch, desperation surfacing. “i want it, i…” he moans loudly, throwing his arm over his ruddy face. “oh, enough… i’m ready!”

you continue spearing your fingers into him, spreading them as far apart as you can, over and over as you scrutinise him. you’re unsure if he is fully prepared or if he’s just that wanton. he looks at you from under his bicep and must see how indecisive you are for his already strained expression twists into one of despair, like he’ll start crying if you don’t give him what he wants. lord muzan understands that he doesn’t have the final say here, that he will do nothing but lay there and take it when you give it, if it’s even to be had at all. it’s upsetting him almost as much as it’s arousing him.

even as you make the decision to stop teasing you draw it out for another minute just to watch him genuinely tear up as he re-realises his utter lack of control over the situation, turning his face away once more with the shame of it all, fisting his hands in the futon to stop himself from reaching for his erection. you can bet he’s wishing he were not so weak, so maybe he could flip you over or forcibly pull you on top of him. realistically he knows that it’s wiser to be safe rather than sorry. he does need gentling, no matter what he has to say about it. he was sickly and that was that. unluckily for him his reality is not so forgiving and he can do nothing but simply lay there, eyes fluttering and toes curling, least he completely tire himself out and end the fun before it truly begins. he’s unpleasant enough that he’s acting like being serviced burdens him. he’s a nasty, spiteful, arrogant little man— it’s a lot of fun to grab him and handle him how you please, to listen to him stutter and pretend he doesn’t like how disrespectful you can be to him. it gets you off to put smart mouthed, cocky pricks like him in their rightful place— and he had been a nightmare for you before you’d seduced him. it was nice to watch him squirm.

he leans up on shaky elbows as you finally get on with it and tug his lower half onto your lap, his backside flush against your crotch. he licks his lips in anticipation, looking up at you behind his lashes, stuck together in wet tufts. he’s devine. you had heard that when you met the devil that it would be beauty unlike you’d ever seen. you slide your hand up his thigh, the once white canvas of his skin littered in your affections, using your other to position yourself at his raw entrance. “shall we use our manners?” you murmur, transfixed by the view.

he shudders and bares his teeth as if he had fangs to show, defiant as ever. “you would subject me… to further torment? know your place.”

“i deeply envy you for thinking this to be torment… you spoiled, wretched thing. i know my place, muzan-sama. matter of fact, i have a spot waiting to be filled right now, if only his lordship would behave himself and do as he’s bid.”

he clenches his fists in anger and attempts to slow his ragged breathing, his infamous temper rearing it’s head. “i am not some… whore that you can order about. you worthless commoner...”

“you really do want me to treat you roughly, don’t you?” you laugh. he splutters to form some feeble excuse or insult you care not for. he gasps and is effectively silenced as you let yourself breach him, just a small bit. not nearly enough to satisfy but enough to burn a virgin like himself.

“you have no discipline. it’s no surprise. that’s a little taste of what you want, muzan-sama. i’ve serviced you well, so i’ll tell you just this once more… to be polite to me.”

you wonder if he’s hearing you at all as he bites his lip to restrain himself, craning his neck to gawk at where you’re connected, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. you’ve got him hook, line and sinker. “uh…”

“i’ve been good to you. so you’ll be good for me, won’t you? does his lordship find these terms agreeable? or shall we stop so i can show him what happens to ungrateful brats like himself?”

“you… you scourge…” he whimpers, falling back onto the futon, weak as a lamb. “fine. will you just… ugh… please?”

“better,” you purr. what goes around comes around and you are determined to teach him this, so you reward him and slowly push in. his jaw drops as you do, his eyes squeezing shut. you barely stop yourself from cursing at the heat of his insides— it’s like hot iron, no doubt an effect of his own fever and sickness. when you’re finally fully sheathed inside him you grip onto his hips hard enough to bruise, hunched over him and taking a deep breath as to not lose yourself to this insidious pleasure. you’ve fucked a few people before him and not once did it feel this good. you need a second.

you’re kissing him before you can think better of it. at first he wrenches his head away but you insist, you follow him and he has nowhere to go. he has to give up the play, allowing you to lick into his mouth with a groan. he submits and embraces it, letting you ravage the kiss and have your fun. it’s easy to let everything else fall away and inevitably he does start to writhe, panting and whining like a dog, bucking impatiently. you don’t begrudge him for his unbecoming behaviour— frankly you’re just happy he didn’t bite you. feeling like you can move without orgasming humiliatingly early after all your talk, you plant your forearms on either side of his head and get serious. it takes all your focus and you can kiss him no longer, the two of you only moaning into each other’s mouths as you thrust into him, staring into each others eyes.

you’re holding back. he had told you to not treat him like glass and everything in you is compelling you to go faster, harder— but you know it would be too much. muzan is practically sobbing under you from this alone, having taken hold of your arms to ground himself, his nails digging into your tender flesh. whilst he’s not as fragile as you thought he’d be his condition doesn’t exactly leave room for how rough you’d like to be with him. he can’t even keep his legs around your waist and the man can barely walk on a regular day— there’s no way he could handle the brutal fucking you want to give him, no matter how much he deserves it.

still, slow does not equal gentle.

you intently watch his expression as you snap your hips into him, each thrust jerking his entire body, eliciting sharp cries. he looks like he’s in pain despite all else telling you otherwise and before you know it he’s been shoved halfway off the futon and onto the hard flooring. that will not do for his lordship and you have to stop to his utter dismay. “no, no,” he begs. “keep… please, please don’t, i’m—“

“enough of that,” you hush him and he whines as you situate yourself back onto the soft mat, guiding him back into position. you’re his caretaker before anything else so you ensure he’s comfortable before continuing and you decide that you want him on his side. his back could probably benefit from a break anyway. nothing is stopping you, least of all him, so you keep him where you want him, hoisting his dangly leg over your shoulder and pushing back inside him without flair. it’s possible this is a better angle than the previous, his hairless chest and nipples peaking out of his bed clothes, skin slick under the faint rays of moonlight. he’s entirely pliant now and buries the sounds he’s making into the mattress, clawing weakly at it. you fuck him nice and steady, sweat dripping off your chin. his dick is rock solid where it lay between his thighs, ruddy and wet with neglect. you wonder if you’re fucking him that good that he’s forgotten about it all together. if the way he shouts when you play with it has anything to say about that he most absolutely did.

“yes, yes, yes…” he chants between gasps of your name, his entire being gaining a frantic edge to it. “keep… yes, keep doing that— yes!”

“muzan-sama, someone will hear…!” you laugh breathlessly under his increasingly frenzied yelling, feeling embarrassed at the mere idea of someone rushing in to his aid only to stumble upon this scene. you’re still delighted that he’s become so vocal, thanks to you. muzan’s hand shoots out to grip your wrist and his insides tighten like a vice around you, so abrupt and unexpected it proves too much and it’s your turn to be way too loud for this hour of the night as you snowball into what might just be the best orgasm of your life. you grunt and swear as it seems to go on and on, draining you for everything you’ve got. if muzan struggles to get around on a good day he was going to be royally screwed tomorrow. his release has him dead silent, his pretty eyes rolled back into his head in rapture. a near scream comes out of him as he snaps out of it and quickly comes down from the peak of ecstasy, his body rattling in the aftermath. he gawps up at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky, cheeks tear streaked and awe etched in his features. you’re still not finished, you have another few thrusts in you and he encourages you with his body, through the steadily increasing overstimulation. muzan gave himself to you and demands the same in return, doing what little he can to coax every drop of pleasure out of you, to take it all for himself. he can be a right little incubus when he wants to be.

“you must… stay with me,” he tells you after you collapse on top of him, voice hoarse. you hum your agreement into his neck and lazily lavish on it, sucking on it like a leech, listening to him hiss and keen. whether he’d wanted you to stay or not you would have been laying with him for at least five recovery minutes anyway. you’re still inside of that hot inferno and when you make an attempt to pull out he sucks in a sharp breath and latches onto you so tight it startles you. “no. stay, just… just a little longer.”

muzan certainly doesn’t have to beg or convince you. you settle back between his legs and go back to marking him up, feeling how he softly sighs and sags in sheer relief underneath you. your duties, your family and the entire village has completely left your thoughts. making muzan happy is all that matters to you in this singular moment. he’s the worst of the worst, in every capacity… and it doesn’t bother you at all.

“i’ll stay until sunrise, if his lord asks it of me.” you admit.

muzan wraps his arms around your shoulders and cards his trembling fingers through your hair, pulling you up to face him. he’s smiling at you for the first time and his touch cannot be described as anything other than possessive. “you will, then.”

he kisses you this time, all teeth.

yes, you think— you will.

[paradox-the-unimpressed-nun]

HELLO! READ DOWN BELOW!!↓ 🧩Okay so re writing the yandere!muzan with sick!son, and I would like to know what you the reader would like to see?

🧩This wasn't a requested, this is more of a passion post and I would like to know what people would like to read. Also if people would like I'll be willing to make more parts.

🧩You can add suggestions through comments or my inbox or DM's, also I'll be having my enmu fic will be posted tonight.

🍓Btw Felt like I had to mention, relationship with , Muzan in this fic is platonic. (I'll post sneak peeks)

[reticent-writer]

back to the half demon half human reader thing: this time, upper moons? i think it would be cute

Demon slayer masterlist

Baby demon - hashira

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Muzan walked into your room. You haven't made a noise since he put you down for a nap.

He found you staring at the flower themed mobile. He cooed at you as he picked you up.

He had you in his hip while he took a walk around the castle letting you see each demons domains.

You babbled as you played with the buttons on his best.

"My Lord I didn't know you had a kid." Douma commented, seeing him walk by.

"I Don't."

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"Please stop pulling my hair." Kokushibo said while grabbing your hands that were tangled in his long locs. You were standing on one of his legs while he was sitting.

Once he got a hold of both of your hands you started to dance

"Da Da Da" You babbled.

"Yeah, that's right dada. Can you say it?"

"Da da... Dadaa."

"Yeah, I'm dada." His blew raspberries into your cheeks.

You giggled and squirmed.

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He knew you were a half demon from the start.

You were presented to Douma as a present from one of his followers, you're unique like him. Visually different (I was thinking something like an albino or vitiligo) but still adorable to look at.

"Aww you look so cute Y/n!" He exclaimed as he took you from his follower's arms. You had on an outfit identical to his with a matching hat.

You giggled as he tickled your stomach before sitting you on a soft pillow next to his own.

You always sat next to him and his followers came and visited.

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"Do you want your binkie?" Akaza tried to calm you down but nothing was working.

He tried feeding you, cradling you, swaddling you, putting you down for a nap and more.

You would not stop crying.

There was one thing they he hadn't tried yet but he was too embarrassed to do it. Your screams were enough to drive him to do it.

He sung to calm you down.

It worked.

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"Ready or not here I come." Daki took of running to find you.

You giggled, not so quietly, as you watched her run around while you were hiding behind Gyotaro.

"Gyotaro where did they go?" Daki whispered as if she didn't know you were behind him. He shrugged cause you to giggle harder.

"GOTCHA" She exclaimed and tried to reach around her brother. You screeched and tried to run but she caught you and threw you in the air.

"HAHA I WIN."

"DON'T THROW THEM!"

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Guess who's my favorite

Who was your favorite

[thetreefairy]

Call me dad

warnings: suggestion of forced turning, reader refuses to call Muzan dad, the upper moons are scared, reader is tied up, reader is tied up. GN reader

Reader hated Muzan with a burning passion.

They hated how Muzan got angry when they didn't call him dad.

They hated how his anger was never directed towards them.

It made Reader feel like they weren't justified in their anger. But what they hated more was the forced cuddle time.

"I hate this." Reader mumbled, Muzan was having a meeting but since it was at the same time as cuddle time. Reader had to attend, they were tied up unable to leave his lap. It would feel domestic if Reader ignored the restraints.

The upper moons tensed. Muzan turned to Reader with sharp yet concerned eyes. "Are the restraints too tight?"

"I don't want to be here." Reader mumbled. "It's too loud., Muzan"

"Is it?" Muzan mumbled. "How sensitive you are, my dear but it's dad remember." Reader rolled their eyes. "Don't worry, I'll punish those pests for disrupting our cuddle time."

Reader scoffed and mumbled: "I think they should be rewarded instead."

Muzan's grip on them became stronger. "Don't say such foolish things unless you want confinement." Reader couldn't help but chuckle. "And you say I am sensitive Muu-zan~!"

It felt like a victory every time he got pissed, the upper moons terrified faces made it all worth it. "It 's dad, preferably papa." Muzan hissed.

"Oh, it is now?" Reader hummed with a grin. Muzan dragged his nails on Reader's shoulder. "It won't be when I die."

Douma looked up scared, the other uppermoons looked at Reader with wide eyes. "Are you threatening me with your death?"

They grinned. "Well, it is the one thing you can't control." Reader whispered in his ear for dramatic effect. "Is it? Perhaps I should turn you now."

Reader's eyes hardened. "As if you would." Muzan didn't want to turn them until they were an adult". But the more Reader opposes him, the more he wants to turn them. "Oh, I will."

Their young demon self would need guidance and would be under his full control. And he could command them to call him papa.

and he will take that opportunity gladly

[beautifulsenpai]

YOU REALLY GOT MY SOUL

muzan kibutsuji x male reader

summary. 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝗆𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗎𝗑𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑

senpai’s note. 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇? 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 ��𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒!

𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌/𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌

valentines day is an annual festival when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts. muzan did not hold back this year, he gave (name) the best valentines day experience ever.

taking (name) to a classy restaurant, buying him luxury gifts, etc. who would’ve thought that the demon lord could be a romantic lover, especially to a human male? (name) has no clue that muzan is the most feared demon lord that killed multiple thousands, and he likes it to stay that way.

he’ll eventually tell him at the right time, but not at this moment, the moment to show deep affection to one another. muzan loved the human boy very much, and he didn’t know how to express it even more. so..

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

"mmhn..hnngh..mu-muzan!!~", (name) whimpered onto the pillow he buried his face in. he couldn’t let muzan see how flushed he was, and tears threatening to spill from his eyes, it was too embarrassing. (name) was stripped away from his clothes while muzan only had his undergarments.

(name) ass was up in the air as muzan was eating his ass like it was going to be the last time he was going to see it. muzan had (name’s) ass separated to see his main target and was licking his pink puckered hole, and evading his insides with his painfully long tongue.

muzan was doing it so well that it left (name) whimpering sweetly, and left (name’s) pink hole and muzan’s chin coated with spit. muzan’s tongue entered (name’s) hole once again, making (name’s) eyes squinting with a few tears about to spill.

muzan’s tongue was hitting the right places inside of (name). it even sometimes reached where his prostate was located, making (name) release adorable moans. (name) felt his orgasm slowly approaching, his cock spurting pre-cum onto the bed sheets.

he tried to warn muzan by trying to separate his ass away from muzan’s tongue, but muzan didn’t let that happen. his hands snaked from (name’s) rear to his wide hips and then clutched onto (name’s) hips, forcing him to stay in place.

(name’s) eyes widened as he lifted his face off the pillow, mouth agape as he released sweet cries of overwhelming bliss. (name’s) legs squirmed, desperately trying to release himself from muzan’s grasp, but muzan wouldn't budge. instead, he got rougher, licking his insides more furiously.

"muzan!~ h-honey, pl- o-oh!~..please! n-no more!~ mmhhh! g-gonna..", (name) didn’t even finish what he was going to say before whining loudly as he reached his breaking point. (name’s) squirming halted as his cock released ropes of cum onto the bed sheets.

as one last drop of cum spurted out of (name’s) cock, his face fell onto the pillow, his breathing was shaky and weak, sniffing away his tears as he shut his eyes. muzan finally pulled away, proud of the work he did. as he stood on his knees, he smirked in delight as he stared down at (name), rubbing the spit away from his chin with his arm.

the view of (name) was to die for. his whole body flushed, his head was turned to the side to see half of his face, eyes teary, brows scrunched and lips were pulled back and body shook from the organism. the beautiful view of (name) made a noticeable bulge from his undergarments.

muzan leaned down onto (name’s) body, his hands roaming (name’s) chest, twisting and rubbing his nipples, and kissing his back tenderly. (name’s) gripped onto the bedsheets, whimpering softly as he got hard again. "you’re so fucking hot my dear, you’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful." muzan murmured against (name’s) back between kisses.

(name) replied with a whimper. muzan pulled down his undergarment, enough for his big throbbing cock to be out. muzan kissed, and licked (name’s) earlobe as he rubbed his cock against (name’s) slicked rim, pre-cum spilling onto (name’s) back. "mu-muzan, put it in me already!~ i can’t w-wait anymore!".

say less. muzan guided the tip of his cock to (name’s) tight rim, and then plunge his cock inside of (name’s) in a fast manner. (name’s) eyes widened as they both moaned. (name’s) walls snuggled tightly against muzan’s pulsating cock, making muzan let out a curse.

muzan’s teeth gritted as he stood straight on his knees. he placed one hand on (name’s) rear, and the other was placed on (name’s) shoulder. muzan didn’t wait for (name’s) approval to start moving so he started thrusting into (name’s) hole fast. (name) moan open wide as he let out a high-pitched moan after another.

(name’s) ass rippled into waved from muzan’s hips meeting his rear, balls hitting against (name’s) ass cheeks. drool escaped from (name’s) mouth from the pleasure of muzan’s big demon cock hitting his prostate. "f-fuck! o-oh!~ feels.. s-so good! your cock feels so- ah!~ so good inside me!".

(name) screamed as his head tilted back, and eyes closed as muzan kept assaulting (name’s) insides. muzan’s eyes shut tightly from (name’s) walls snuggling warmly onto his cock. muzan’s breath hitched as he felt his organism approaching, he was pent up just from eating out (name) and hearing his delightful moans.

muzan slapped (name’s) ass cheek, making (name) jolt up, his tongue lolled out as tears finally spilled from his eyes. muzan grunted as he caressed the reddened ass cheek as his thrusting became a bit sloppy, signaling that he was so close to his release.

his thrusting quickened as his hands gripped harshly onto (name’s) shoulder blade and his rear, being careful to not release his sharp demon-like nails. (name) smiled lustfully as sweat dripped from his face.

"god, you feel amazing (name). i-i..love you so much. love you so damn much that i’ll murder anyone for you!~ g-going to cum, take it all like a good boy that you are.~"

[0asisbliss]

Maybe crying will get you out of this fucked up situation? No? Oh honey maybe you could whine, and beg. But then in the back of your head a voice is telling you to shut the hell up. It’s almost like your giving them what you want it’s bad, but at the same time if your lucky enough they’ll leave you the fuck alone when you start to scream and cry. (They just put duck tape over your mouth.)

Shalnark, Uvogin, KURAPIKA, Chrollo, Feitan, Phinks, Shizuku, Illumi, (HXH) Giyuu, Sanemi, MUZAN, (DS) GOJO, Geto, SUKUNA, CHOSO, (JJK) Lawliet, Light, Matsuda, (DN) Luffy, ACE, Law, Sanji, Shanks, (OP) Ranpo, DAZAI, Chuuya, (BSD) Aizawa, All might, Present Mic, (MHA) or any of your other favs.

[erosiism]

RAVENOUS HUNGER | YANDERE! MUZAN

prompt: muzan kibutsuji who keeps his darling locked up

character(s): yandere muzan kibutsuji, demon!reader

warnings(s): mention of violence, yandere themes.

note(s): male reader, second person, past tense, AU where muzan defeated the demon slayers and he is immune to sunlight, basically he’s the most powerful person, not beta read

Muzan Kibutsuji was no saint.

The man—no, the demon that stood in front of you was responsible for hundreds of thousands of deaths. He was the creator of human-eating monsters. He was a monster. 

And he was also the one who turned you into a demon eons ago. It had happened so long ago that the details of it had long been cast away from your memories, but the imprint of his fangs stayed etched onto your skin—it was a reminder, Muzan told you. A reminder, darling [Name], of who you belong to.

It was strange knowing that you had lived for centuries. Thousands of years, even. You fed on blood: slippery, wet crimson blood that would pulse down your throat like it was still alive. You never killed: the blood was brought to you by none other than the progenitor of Demons. You were not a corpse, yet still you rotted, confined within the room you had stayed in your whole life. Nakime made sure that you would never escape.

Technically, you were strong. You knew as much because the blood you ingested belonged to Muzan. But you were cursed with a weak body. Muzan was too—had he not been on his deathbed years back due to a fatal illness? Wasn’t he supposed to die? You had shared the same plight as him, which resulted in a close bond. But he had taken the doctor’s medicine before it was fully developed—and you hadn’t. In front of your very eyes he had morphed into some horrifically strong being; some being that craved blood, some being that had a hunger that could not be whetted. His eyes had flashed scarlet then, and he had reached out to you almost in maddening desire and hunger—

The sound of his fingernails—now grotesque sharp—against your skin had been obscene, almost. Blood had jetted out of your wound in rhythmic spurts. Each minute seemed like a ticking of death’s clock.

(“[Name],” Muzan hissed, “your blood. It is divine. Heavenly.”

“Muzan—!” You could barely escape, your fingers scrambling about desperately to avoid him. The doctor lay dead.

His fingers traveled down your throat. You choked, feeling as blood was forced down your windpipe. You struggled to breathe. And soon your heartbeat became erratic. Your body started to convulse, and inside you something was replaced. It was bloodthirst. There was a sudden urge for all things gruesome, sinful: blood, flesh, humans.

“Don’t worry, my dear [Name],” Muzan cooed, his voice slow and sweet, “you know i would never hurt you.”)

He broke his promise. Your bones had been broken countless times when you tried to escape. Your flesh had redness and bruises blossoming over it. At times, it would be horribly swollen.

And up to now, you would sit on the mat in whatever yukata, awaiting for his arrival. His blood lacerated you, but it also made you impervious to many things—your wounds healed swiftly, you could feel the power that thrummed beneath your skin. You were strong. Horribly strong. And yet in the face of Muzan, you were weak: a helpless fool.

His touch was delicate as his fingers grazed your skin. His affections at times, obfuscated you. They stunned you. Paralyzed you. He could be so dangerously tender at times, affectionate—that you would feel yourself soften under his touch, become less stilted, almost—and then you would remind yourself again, for the millionth time in a thousand years, that Muzan Kibutsuji was a monster.

His desire for you was sacrilegious. Ungodly. 

“You must understand,” Muzan said softly, before his fingers trailed down the expanse of his neck. His touch was cold. “That you are so weak, so beautiful. You must understand,” he repeated. “What I’m doing protects you.”

“It’s been years.” You said at last, “haven’t you already found the blue spider lily?” You asked desperately.

“The doctor didn’t lie about your health. You are sick. Patience is all we need.”

We, he said. He made it seem like this was what you wanted. But oh god, desperation sat heavy on your tongue. You wanted so badly to go outside; to feel cold air caress your cheeks, to feel the billow of wind once again dancing against your skin. You ached to feel alive; almost human. Sure, you would not be able to go far, but you didn’t care. Just outside. You just wanted to be outside. 

“I have searched far and wide,” Muzan continued. “And yes, I did find the blue spider lily. Nezuko was ingested. I fed you myself; in front of my very eyes, you had swallowed down her flesh. And now you will stay by my side.”

The demon slayers had almost killed him. Almost. Some of the uppermoon had been slayed. Only Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, and Nakime remained. You had wished selfishly then, for the demon slayers to kill you. 

Muzan Kibutsuji claimed he loved you, that he adored you. But demons felt no such thing. Perhaps he liked the idea of you: of pliant, innocent, devoted you, who had been with him since the beginning. You assumed he would kill you. You assumed that Muzan would have hated the idea of someone seeing him at his weakest, at his most vulnerable.

Clearly, you were wrong. He treated you with tenderness, an evil kind of affection in which he called you by sweet endearments, in which he touched you sweetly and lovingly, on which at times, you would fall under his spell. 

Then there were the punishments. 

The thing with Muzan’s punishments, he made sure they stuck to you. If the man wasn't obsessed with keeping your skin unblemished, he might have tattooed a mark onto your skin, proving his ownership of you to everyone else. Then when you cried or begged, Muzan would soften, a small smile surfacing on his lips. He would relax—he would smile with amusement, kiss your neck.

Muzan Kibutsuji had already achieved whatever he wanted in life: so why couldn’t he let you go?

You were a bird trapped in a pretty cage, and you feared he would never let you go.

experimental work, like/reblog! comments always appreciated

[reallyromealone]

Hi! I was wondering if you write for Muzan in his kid form? If you do, could you write platonic Child from! Muzan x Father uppermoon! reader?? Like after Muzan leaves his human adoptive family he throws a tantrum and reader calms him down?

Title: parent figures

Fandom: demon Slayer

Warnings: male reader, fluff, reader is a dad

Notes: I'm taking creative liberties I apologize not really

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(Name) held the sleeping boy close, the fire burned behind them as Muzans cover family burned in the ashes "let's go home now" he whispered as they were transported to the infinity castle, the boy snuggling into his dad's shoulder and clinging to his clothes "you can't have these tantrums little one" (name) gently chastied the sleeping boy "you don't even like cooked meat" he joked as he walked through the endless maze to the boys room, a child's bed with soft bedding and toys everywhere as the boy didn't clean up his mess.

"Papa..." Muzans little voice grumbled as he was settled into bed "what is it my little moonbeam" (name) said tucking him into bed, tickling him slightly causing the boy to giggle sleepily "you won't leave right?"

"Never little one"

Demons normally didn't hold strong bonds to others but (name) was extremely protective of his son, the boy clung to him and appointed him one of his upper moons, "papa moon" he would dub him as (name) mainly accompanied him and kept him out of trouble.

As Muzan slept (name) read a book, something to pass the time.

This tantrum was something else, (name) noted to himself as he thought about the fire.

"NO!" Muzan little voice screeched as he threw a candle on the ground, his adoptive family scrambling to stop it as the boy clawed and bit them, tearing open flesh.

"Muzan, that's not how polite boys act is it?" Through the screaming and bloodshed Muzan heard the voice of his papa and turned around with angry little tears "they won't do what I say!" He stomped his foot, breaking the wood and (name) sighed "humans never listen, now let's go home yes? Maybe I can get you a nice meal" (name) compromised and Muzan raised his little arms to be held as the house burned around them, the adoptive family torn to shreds.

'parenting is not easy' (name) noted though he wouldn't change his chaos spawn for anything really.

[redr0sewrites]

Ok so uh- I’ve been having brain rot about having Muzan sitting on readers lap cockwarming y/n and struggling to do his work as reader is enjoying seeing him struggle

(male reader if possible please <3)

-🪳 roach anon

yes. YES. YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS.

🥀Cw: smut, amab!reader, edging, brat!muzan, dirty talk, just filth

🥀minors dni

muzan twitched, shuttering as you shifted your hips. he had lost count of how long he'd been sitting in your lap, your cock filling him so nicely as he struggled to focus on his work.

"something wrong?" you coo, grabbing his face and forcing him to turn and look at you, smirking as muzan's cheeks flush. "it can't be that hard to focus, can it, doll?" muzan shoots you a glare, ripping his face from your grasp and turning back around.

his behavior makes your blood boil sometimes, and you harshly grab his hips. a needy squeak is pulled from his throat as you buck your hips up, pushing your cock deeper against his prostate. muzan mewls, eyes glazing over in pleasure as he fights to stay coherent. his nails are digging into the desk, his painfully hard cock dribbling precum all over his thighs.

"awww, are you really that needy already? i havent even done anything!" you snicker, slapping his inner thigh so, so close to his cock. muzan lets out a hiss in pain, and even as the flesh heals almost instantly, the stinging pain serves as a reminder of who is truly in control.

muzan tries to focus on his work as time drags ever so slowly onwards, sweat dripping down his face as his hands tremble. you find a sick sense of pleasure in the occasional whine that slips past his lips whenever you shift below him, and while you adore torturing him, you're beginning to grow impatient. slowly, you drag your hands from his hips to his nipples, pinching both roughly.

"ff-fuck- uhhngh-" a pitiful noise is ripped from deep inside him, catching him off guard. muzan's whole body shivers, hips bucking backwards instinctively as you continue to grope at his chest. one hand continues to abuse his tits, palming the flesh there and rolling the hardened nub between your fingers. the other hand slowly begins to trace down over his abs and stomach to the base of his cock. precum is dripping from his tip, and his poor dick is almost purple with neglect. you move to massage his balls, then moving up towards his tip, catching some of the pre on your fingers and smearing the creamy liquid on his head. muzan whimpers, throwing his head back and clawing at the desk as you begin to pump him ever so slowly. his hole is squeezing your cock so tight, and even the slight stimulation your giving him is enough to make his release build.

"awww, does that feel good?" you sneer, biting down roughly on his shoulder. you begin to pump him faster, still groping at his chest as you palm his cock. muzan begins to rut up against your hand, hips stuttering as you begin to grind against him as well. your cock is hitting all the right places inside him, and the stimulation is making his whole head fuzzy.

"ngh- ye-y-yes, plea- oh ffuck, please, mhngh-" hes practically sobbing now, the coil in his abdomen so close to snapping yet so, so far. muzans thighs are trembling so much that the entire desk is shaking, and you stand up abruptly, bending him over and shoving whatever he had been working on aside. your hand moved from his chest to the back of his neck, pushing him down while the other continued stroking him. you could tell he was close, his whole body seemed to be quivering in anticipation.

"please, fuck- fughnngh pleeass- im so close please mmnhh-" he gasped out, hole clenching around you so tightly as his cock twitched in your palm. you removed your hand from his dick, and muzan let out a pathetic whimper. his orgasm fades, and tears begin to form on his lashline as he grinds back against you, trying to get you to move inside of him.

"fuck, be patient," you grumble, grabbing his hips with the hand not wrapped around his neck and snapping your hips against his, setting a rough pace almost instantly. muzan lets out a choked moan as you manhandle him so that he is arching his back, still facedown against the desk as you continue railing into him. you know you aren't going to last much longer, and from the looks of it, neither is muzan. his eyes are glazed over, and you squeeze his neck tighter making him let out a choked moan. you only fuck him harder, his knees giving out as he collapses beneath you.

"ple-please, master, fuuck, mhm, please..." muzan was begging with tears in his eyes, chasing his high so desperately as he grinded his ass back, desperate for release.

"please- shit- please what?" you managed, cursing as his hole squeezed around you so tightly. yoh were almost at your wits end, and you knew both of your orgasms were close but you wanted to hear him say it. "be a good boy and use your words like ive taught you," you spit out, thrusting into him so deeply he swears hes seeing stars.

"i- i wanna come, please, i need to come! i need it- i need it so bad-" muzan was practically blubbering, looking back at you with teary eyes, and your cock twitched inside him at the sight of his flushed face.

"fuck- go on doll, you can come" you murmur in his ear, and muzan whimpers, shaking as his orgasm finally washes over him. it pulls him under like a tidal wave, snatching the breath from his lungs and making his whole body quake. your own euphoric high comes at the same time, the both of you gasping and whimpering as you come down from the rush of lust. muzan is quivering, his desk and abdomen is coated in his own release. you chuckle, pulling out and whispering praises to your lover as he winced in overstimulation. a ring of white coats the base of your cock, and the both of you look like fucked out messes. muzan reaches out, sitting on his desk and pulling you into a hug.

"are you okay?" you ask, gently running your hands through his hair as his shaky breathing evens out.

"shut the fuck up," he replied, burying his head in the crook of your neck. ah, some things never change.

THIS GOT SO LONG AND FOR WHAT LMAOOOO PLSSSS HES SOOOOO URGHRRHRH sorry this kinda sucks i havent wrote smut in a while and its also like 12:00 😭 ANYWAYS I HOPE U ENJOYED SEND IN MORE SUB MUZAN THIRRSSSSTSTSSSSS HES SOOO

[febuary30thday]

Love

Yan! Uppermoons! + Muzan with an affectionate reader!

(Reader who likes giving hugs, kisses, and PDA, stuff like that)

(I'm sorry, but pookie always comes first 😫)

He is eating it up like it's his last meal

He may not be affectionate, but he likes it when you are

He's a major hypocrite

If he's not affectionate and then you take it as him not liking affection and stop, he'll hate it

He will demand an answer and when you explain it to him, he is not understanding

He will yell at you if needed (When he doesn't have your devotion)

He thinks that your affection is a sign of your devotion, and he needs your devotion

He only lets Kokushibo near you

His love language to you is gift-giving and words of affirmation

He'll buy you flowers, praise you, and rope you in

He knows exactly how to rope you in

He gives you punishments, even if you haven't done anything wrong, to test you

He needs you completely devoted to him and your attention only on him

If your attention is on something else, he will emotionally manipulate you, and make you dependent on him and only him

Don't try to resist

He turns you into a demon, so that he can read your thoughts and control you for his own needs

If you listen and stay affectionate, you live happily ish.

If you don't listen..... you don't want to know what happens

"Just stay devoted and love only me, darling, if you do, I'll provide you with the best life you could ever have."

With a man as stoic as him, you'd think he would like affection, right?

Wrong.

It makes him feel weak, and it feels like he's getting soft

The minute he feels weak, is the minute he thinks about Yoriichi, and trust me, that doesn't end well

That's what he thought about affection

Until you won his heart, and became the obsession of his life

The reason he lives, breathes, and becomes more powerful, is because of you

He is a lot more forceful in what he wants, and he is very straightforward about his intentions

He isn't good at emotional manipulation, but he is very good at intimidation, and, what are you going to do?

He loves your affection, and he is very affectionate as well, when he wants to be

He will stop you from whatever you're doing if he wants to kiss you, or cuddle you

DON'T try to stop him

He likes leaving his sword at his feet when he cuddles you, keeping his eye on it, and also showing you how vulnerable he is to you

He knows you love him, but he needs constant reassurance, believe it or not, he's very insecure

He will never admit this

Stay by his side, and he will treat you right

He also does turn you into a demon, because he can't stand the thought of being without you

"I'm completely vulnerable with you right now. I'm showing you my devotion, and I expect you to show me your devotion as well."

He loves it

It's his excuse to always cling to you

He is also affectionate as well, so you two go hand-in-hand

He makes his followers worship you as well, proclaiming that you are a deity, and they listen

He turns you into a demon pretty early when he realizes he wants you

He always keeps you on his lap

He is also very cheeky with his intentions, so sometimes he makes you wear the clothes of his followers

He uses it as an excuse to defile you

He spoils you like crazy

He is soft and gentle with his touches, believing you to be fragile

He treats you like porcelain (Not in the bedroom)

He teases you and is also very flirty

He does love you and will cuddle and coddle you always

As long as you are with him for eternity, he will love you

If he sees any of his male followers looking at you wrongly, he kills them off, despite having no intention to eat them

He makes you dependent on him as well, but also allows you some freedom, he isn't completely restrictive

Believe it or not, Akaza feels pity for you

Douma talks about you every chance he gets, he is very brave and open

Everyone's tired of it

"I love you, snowflake! You should stay with me for eternity! I promise to love you!"

He likes it, but is pretty mellow with his affection

He is very romantic, and also very possessive

He does say you are weak, but he only says that because he wants you to stay with him

He constantly says how he can protect you

He is afraid of losing you, so he appreciates the little things you do as well

Turning you into a demon was his choice, but he does feel a little bad

He hates leaving you alone so he completes his missions quickly

He takes you out, only when he's with you

He does like hugging and kissing you, but doesn't smother you like Douma does

He just likes showing you he loves you

He's trying, give him some time

He's kind of bad at the whole 'being in love thing' but he knows how to express love

He doesn't punish you as often, if at all, he hates doing that

He doesn't use underhand tactics to make you dependent on him, he kind of just does it on accident

He needs you to live, breathe and survive

He does love seeing you happy and would do anything for you

"Please don't leave me. I can't live without you."

[myslutwritings]

Hey! I've been reading your blog and I'm really interested in your writing. I would like to ask if you could do the upper moons with a reader with a background like Mitsuri's? As if after rejection the reader became super ashamed of their appearance and their body. Take as much time as you need to write this, I just wanted to send my idea before I forget it <3

-🎀

hey, love! of course i’ll do your request. goodness, this request was in my inbox for a few months so my apologies for responding so late!! (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)

➤ Uppermoons with a partner who has Mitsuri’s backstory

[ not proof read btw ]

➤ summary: reader is insecure

➤ characters included: muzan, kokushibo, douma & akaza!

➤ WARNING: semi-nsfw + violence.

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

first off.. how dare you-

yeah, okay, he’s GONNA take major offense to say at the very least..

likeeee hellooooo???

i mean, you’re MUZAN’S partner. you somehow pulled the king of demons? like look at you!! (unspoken rizz🤫..)

we all know this man has a crazed obsession with being the perfect being so obviously he is going to view his significant other as the embodiment of perfection itself.

Muzan chose you over anyone else. He views the rest of the human population as insignificant atoms. Because of his determination for perfection he’s going to pick/fall in love with a person who he deems perfect.

let’s be honest, due to him taking offense to finding out you’re insecure over some different face/hair/body features you have that he doesn’t mind/finds them beautiful he’s going to be not very happy!

when i say, “not very happy” that’s just me sugar coating his flaring anger.

However, he’ll try to reassure you in his own way that you’re beautiful the way you are and that you’re perfect in the most passive aggressive way possible.

Listen, he’s not the best at intimacy but he tries for you.

AND OH BOY!! when he finds out if anyone made you feel insecure he would order nakime to locate them so he could kill them. 🤭

As for your exes in the past.. they’re already taken care of! he murdered them awhile ago and didn’t even bother eating them because he was that repulsed by their existence.

Bro didn’t even view them as worth eating.

Btw he didn’t even tell you that he murdered your exes along with the men/women who made you feel insecure about your face/body.. he just causally told you as if it would make you feel better.

“Muzan, what happened to my exes? i saw a missing poster while i was running errands today..”

“There is no need to worry about them anymore, my dear.”

KOKUSHIBO

He’s very saddened over the fact you’re insanely insecure and it devastates him knowing how many people hurt you.

Why is he only hearing this now? he wished you told him sooner.

Like the demon king, he isn’t the most skilled when it comes to intimacy. I mean, he had a wife in the past but he deadass left her and went to go get the milk. 💀

He would never leave you though!

so he’s not going to be the ‘lovey dovey’ reassuring type of boyfriend who coddles you the way you want him to.

He may or may not have forgotten how relationships worked and he’s lowkey awkward!

He’ll reassure you in his own way and of course his demon instincts are provoking him to kill those maggots in the past who dared made you cry.

If you don’t want him to kill your exes he won’t but if you do then congratulations! you have a whole bunch of dead exes!

He’s jealous because he wanted to be with you before any of those people. He figured that if he found you first and asked you out before any of those horrible human beings you wouldn’t be so insecure. :(

Once you communicate more with Koku he’ll begin to understand and attempt to be more intimate and reassuring! He just isn’t used to it.

Kokushibo is honestly excellent at communicating and he’s understanding in his own way.

He won’t understand why you’re so insecure though? You point out your features/habits you’re insecure about that you view as ‘flaws’

He does not view them as flaws in the slightest! That’s just who you are and like muzan he’ll be offended at first you have so much hatred for yourself. 😞

But don’t worry! he won’t get mad like how Muzan did.

If anything you two will just talk it out. He may never will understand why you’re so insecure but he’ll compliment you and reassure you every time he sees you! He’ll do his very best to check up on you whenever he’s able to.

DOUMA

Douma is honestly going to think it’s stupid.

no, you are NOT stupid. he thinks the reason you’re insecure is silly! because why would you be hurt over what someone so insignificant thinks of you?

Douma also thinks it’s stupid because he views you as the most beautiful flower to ever walk this planet!

Yes, douma will find it silly. He may not fully comprehend why it hurts you so much but he’ll reassure you regardless because he loves you!

Douma is canonically great at advice. But usually with his followers he puts on a façade.

But with you it’s very different. Yes, he’ll give you advice but because he loves you and you know him and know what he really is he’ll give you the advice and not sugarcoat it for you.

Downright admits it’s dumb how you feel that way.

Immediately feels bad afterwards though when you break down into tears-

He’s used to seeing miserable people cry. He doesn’t care about their tears.

but when it’s you crying he isn’t a fan, trust me.

This is the part where he’ll reassure you and lend you advice. Instead of being rude, he’ll be genuine with you!

Douma just doesn’t understand. When you point out why you’re insecure he brushes it off because he finds your ‘flaws’ so adorable!

It’s one of the things he loves most about you. Your so-called ‘flaws’ are unique to him.

He gets offended like Muzan because why would you hate those adorable features about yourself?!? 😡😡

Let’s be fr.. Douma will never understand because he doesn’t find you ugly and has zero issues with your habits that you claim to hate about yourself.

But if you need comfort, he’ll of course comfort you and reassure you all you want! After all, he’s known to have a voice that soothes people instantly so he’s incredibly good at helping you. that’s what he does, right?

Anyway, Douma will go out of his way to make you feel less insecure even though he finds it utterly stupid that you are. The little shit still loves you unconditionally and will be genuine with you. He isn’t fake with you like how he is with his followers who suffer from insecurities.

Btw he ate the people who made you feel shitty about your appearance.

AKAZA

he is appalled..

LIKE WHAT???

YOU? INSECURE?

YOU OF ALL MORTALS?!?

High-key freaking out at first because now he feels like he did something wrong

I headcanon him as an overthinker when it comes to those he loves.

You elaborate your darkest feelings to him and he listens like the good boyfriend he is!

This sweet baby is the nicest and most understanding about it though!

Unlike Douma he won’t think it’s stupid. Your feelings are valid!

Akaza detests how insecure you are though. He’ll do anything in his power so you don’t feel that way anymore though!

You reassure him that he’s doing his job right as a demonic boyfriend before revealing that someone else made you feel this way.

Okay, okay.. so it’s not him but some other asshole.

He’ll be really bummed out if he can’t kill them:(

Assumes that’ll make you feel better if he gets rid of that garbage walking the earth.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to kill them for you? I hate how they made you feel insecure about yourself..”

Like, no, akaza it’s fine!!

But if you’re a person who seeks out revenge and WANTS the people who rejected you/made you feel bad about your looks dead this man has zero issue making your desires come true. 💅

After you confess to him about your past rejections and bullying in the past over noticeable features you have he’ll worship you even more that day. He’s the type to bring you flowers and remind you that you’re gorgeous/handsome whenever he gets the chance.

This behavior also comes out in the bedroom but that’s a different story for another day. 😩

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

hi! can you do headcanons of muzan x male reader headcanons where reader is very strong and loyal to muzan and is 500+ years in demon age? also can they have wisteria demon blood art that they themselves are immune to but it kills both humans and demons if it gets in they’re eyes/nose/ears. the hashira’s a wary of reader because they can go past the wisteria trees and they don’t know how this blood art is possible in the first place. i feel muzan would love how overpowered reader is but also a bit wary of his loved one because of it.

(uh this is kinda long but i think it’s an interesting topic and i haven’t seen anyone else do this 😅)

(Hey Anon! No worries this isn’t long at all, I hope you enjoy these headcannons (despite these hcs being short ;-;) and have a great day!)

Muzan with a Powerful and Loyal Male! S/O

(Warning: Nothing nothing)

- You have his respect.

- He watched you grow stronger and stronger as a demon over hundreds of years and absolutely loves how strong you’ve gotten. Though he loves you way too much to absorb your body and take your abilities.

- You shocked the hell out of him when he found out that you were actually able to withstand wisteria.

- Also your loyalty to him makes him very pleased. You’ll always be his favorite demon.

- He enjoys the fear and wariness that you instill in the Hashira. He often praises you for this.

- Since you are able to go through wisteria trees, Muzan decides to send you on a mission to kill the master of the mansion, his wife, and all of his children.

Masterlist

[yuff7e]

Hii !!

Could you please write lady muzan with a his s/o male uppermoon reader that loves his boobies ?

𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒, 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

hello anon, i love this request .. i am also obsessed with lady muzans boobies, js wanna squish em (ofc he would crush my head if i ever put my hand near his beautiful chest) hope you enjoy this one shot + headcanons :) ఌ︎

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

muzan wasn’t unaware of your obsession; in fact, it was quite the opposite. your relationship with muzan had blossomed over favoritism, rooted in mutual respect. he admired your strength, your capabilities, and the unwavering loyalty you displayed towards him. he found himself drawn to these qualities, yearning to possess you as his most trusted servant.

muzan regularly rewarded you with generous amounts of blood in exchange for your dedication and hard work. one day, however, he decided to give you his blood in a different manner. assuming his female form to conduct a unique set of tests, muzan summoned you urgently. as you appeared before him, he turned to face you, gazing down with a tender expression.

“my, my, [name], how beautifully you’ve grown.” muzan remarked, observing you with a sense of pride. “i trust the eliminations of the remaining hashiras are proceeding well. have you brought me the samples?” “yes, master.” you replied promptly, bowing before him. with a graceful motion, you raised your hand, presenting a small, glistening tube containing a sample of blood.

muzan hummed in appreciation as he delicately took the tube from your hand, causing a shiver to run down your spine at the lingering touch. each contact with him felt like pure ecstasy, even if it was fleeting. muzan delighted in teasing you, savoring the effect he had on you.

“you’re very good, [name].” he purred, his voice laced with allure. “i might just have to reward you with some of my blood.” with a tantalizing smile, he began to make his way toward his nearby table, leaving you with a mix of anticipation and desire in his wake.

with each passing moment, your yearning for further contact with your lord grew more intense. you hungered for his touch and approval, the very sound of his voice was enough to send you over the edge. the cold blood he had shared with you coerced through your veins, driving your longing for more of his attention.

sensing your unspoken plea, muzan placed the tube of blood down before returning to your side. seating himself in the chair facing you, he exuded an aura of power, his presence captivating you.

as muzan signaled for you to meet his gaze, you obediently lifted your eyes to meet his. locking your gaze with his mesmerizing presence, a smile naturally graced your lips as you admired his perfection, your thoughts swirling with desire; causing a grin to tug at the corners of muzan’s lips, acknowledging the unspoken admiration.

in a swift motion, muzan slowly folded back his yukata, revealing his impressive chest as it spilled out of the fabric before you, a symbol of his power and dominance laid bare in your presence. the action alone would’ve made you fall to your knees if you weren’t already on them.

your mouth went dry as a lump formed in your throat, causing you to stutter out, “master, i—” before muzan interrupted you with a raised hand, signaling for you to approach him. your legs felt like heavy weights as each step you took a struggle as you slowly made your way to kneel right before your master. muzan moved a hand towards your jaw, his grip tight. he gazed intently at your face, a moment of silent communication passing between you.

without a word, he guided your face to hover just above his exposed breast, his commanding presence leaving you eager. “i want you to drink the blood from here.” muzan’s directive was clear, his voice hung with authority as you puckered your lips against his areola.

slowly, your hot mouth engulfed his nipple, causing muzan to twitch; which only fueled your desire more. you bit down lightly, being careful in order to not hurt your master. you sucked in, and that’s when the ecstasy hit you, his thick blood coerced throughout your mouth, over your tongue and down your throat. you couldn’t help but flick your tongue over his nipple every now and then as you sucked, a new lustful feeling taking over your senses.

muzan placed a gentle hand against the back of your head, soothing you as you drank from his chest. he usually didn’t hold back on how much blood he gave you, since you were his favorite. he leaned his head back slightly, brows furrowed, reveling in the feeling of your mouth on the sensitive area.

you bring a hand up to massage his soft, tender breast, encouraging more blood flow. you tremble with pleasure and power as you feel it coursing through your body. eventually, muzan has to push you off, a prominent bite mark surrounding his nipple, which quickly heals. he looks at you with his dark, feminine eyes, gazing deeply into your very being.

“my dear, you just can’t resist my breasts, can you?”

˗ˏˋ ✨ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ✨ ´ˎ˗

— ever since muzan let you drink from his nipple, you’ve been obsessed.

— and honestly, muzan has too.

— the way you instantly attach to him, massaging them as you drink…

— he’s mesmerized by your dominant behavior and proceeds to let you drink from his chest more often.

— at times, he may just alter his chest and not his actual appearance, allowing you to truly behold your lord and experience his aura as you drink from such an intimate place.

— one day, you asked your lord if he allows anyone else this privilege .. wether it’s just you and him, or shared with others ..

— he attentively considers your question as he senses the pressure on his chest intensify, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

— "my dear, do not ponder such matters so naively. you are aware that this is a highly intimate gesture that i would only permit you to partake in. you’re a good boy, [name]."

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

[sushiyuzu]

kibutsuji's desire

warning: soft smut. minors dni!

the night air is thick with tension as you stand in the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across the walls. you can feel your heart racing as the door creaks open, revealing him—muzan kibutsuji, the infamous demon lord. his presence is intoxicating, a dangerous blend of charm and menace that sends a shiver down your spine.

“you summoned me,” he says, his voice smooth like silk, laced with an authority that leaves no room for defiance. you nod, swallowing hard, unable to find your voice. the air between you crackles with unspoken desire, and you can’t help but admire the way the light catches the sharp angles of his face, making him look even more captivating.

“what is it that you desire?” he asks, taking a step closer, his crimson eyes locking onto yours. there’s something predatory in his gaze, a hunger that makes your breath hitch. “you’re not afraid of me, are you?”

“no,” you reply, surprising yourself with your boldness. “i’m not afraid. i want to understand you.” it’s a risky statement, and you can feel the weight of it in the air. his lips curl into a smirk, one that sends a thrill of excitement coursing through you.

“understanding me will come at a price,” he says, his tone dropping an octave. as he steps closer, the scent of him envelops you—a mix of cedarwood and something intoxicatingly sweet. your heart races as he reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, the touch both tender and electric.

“i’m willing to pay,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. the moment hangs in the air, thick with tension as he studies you, his expression shifting from amusement to something darker.

“very well,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a predatory smile. “let’s see just how far you’re willing to go.”

before you can react, he pulls you closer, his hands gripping your waist with a firm yet gentle pressure. your breath catches as his lips hover just above yours, teasingly close. “do you trust me?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

“yes,” you reply, the word tumbling out before you can second-guess yourself. his smirk widens, and in that instant, you realize just how much power he holds over you.

without warning, he captures your lips with his, the kiss fierce and demanding. you melt against him, the heat radiating between your bodies as his hands explore your waist, pulling you even closer. the kiss deepens, and you can feel the world around you fade away, leaving just the two of you in this intoxicating moment.

his hands slide up to cup your face, thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he deepens the kiss. your heart races, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through you. you’ve never felt anything like this before—his kiss is both an invitation and a command, igniting a fire deep within you.

as the kiss breaks, you gasp for air, and he chuckles softly, a sound that sends a thrill through you. “you’re stronger than i expected,” he muses, his eyes gleaming with something akin to admiration. “but strength isn’t everything.”

with that, he steps back slightly, his gaze appraising you. “let’s see how well you can handle temptation.” there’s a challenge in his tone that sends a rush of adrenaline through you. you stand your ground, determination coursing through your veins.

“i can handle it,” you declare, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions within you. his smirk returns, a mix of amusement and intrigue.

“is that so?” he questions, stepping closer once more. this time, there’s an edge to his movements, a predatory grace that leaves you breathless. “then let’s see just how strong your resolve truly is.”

he leans in again, capturing your lips with a fervor that makes your head spin. this time, it’s deeper, more urgent, as if he’s testing your limits. you respond instinctively, kissing him back with equal fervor, your hands finding their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands.

as the kiss intensifies, you can feel the heat between you growing, an undeniable chemistry that ignites every nerve ending in your body. he pulls you against him, the solid warmth of his body pressing into yours, making your heart race even faster.

“tell me what you want,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and intoxicating. the question hangs in the air, and for a moment, you hesitate. the power he holds is palpable, and you can feel the weight of your desires crashing down around you.

“i want you,” you confess, your voice barely a whisper but filled with longing. his eyes darken with desire, and a low growl escapes his throat.

“then you shall have me,” he declares, and in that moment, you know you’ve crossed a threshold you can’t uncross. with a swift motion, he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the plush couch in the room.

he lays you down gently, hovering over you, his gaze burning with intensity. “are you ready for what comes next?” he asks, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“yes,” you breathe, heart racing with anticipation. in this moment, you feel powerful and vulnerable all at once, completely at his mercy. as he descends upon you, capturing your lips again, you know this is just the beginning of something both exhilarating and dangerous.

[thetreefairy]

Yandere father Muzan reacting to reader commiting suicide before he could change them? -🪼 anon

welll----- guess this brought me back for a short while, everyone don't kill yourselves, hotlines finder

Warnings: suicide, reader death, muzan is a warning on his own, violence. Not my best writing, but im seriously burned out so--- it's probs not gonna get better than this.

Not My fault

Reader being alone is rare, really fucking rare. And the day reader killed themselves was the such a day.

And when Muzan went to visit his child, he saw them lying in their blood.

They had made themselves bleed out, perhaps in concern that Muzan could turn them last minute otherwise.

But he couldn't believe it, his baby had died. And he couldn't turn them anymore. He should have known that they were being too obedient, too quiet, too compliant.

But truly, isn't this his fault?

He did this to his child, but he will blame everyone but himself.

A blood curling scream ran through the castle, the demons turning around in surprise. And the uppermoons knew something was terribly wrong.

A storm was coming

Not too long after a funeral was held for Reader, the look on Muzan's face made one thing clear, hell is coming. Not just for the Hashira, the humans but for themselves as well.

And they were right, besides coming obsessed with being able to walk in the sun, he became obsessed with finding a way to bring Reader back.

He became obsessed with turning the death to the living. After all, aren't him and the other demons proof that you can live even in death? Sure with limitations, but Muzan would take anything to have his child back in his arms.

And his anger turned like a venom, no one was safe from his wrath.

But in his own dreams, his anger was no more. As Reader stared at him, their bloodied body attacking him and screaming at him. Killing him.

Muzan would take it, he deserved it and this way he could hold them.

Part two