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𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘. - Muzan x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None/Small angst. (?)

𝐍𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬: LAST thing i’ll write Muzan for a while. 😭

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You had been avoiding Muzan for days. At first, he didn’t take the time to realize as he had been far too busy with other things to pay your obvious distancing any mind. He also never thought of you being upset with him for something that he did so often. Yelling? He’s yelled at practically everyone.

But you, you were his wife. That was the first time he had yelled at you, and you thought that he would treat you differently because you were his wife. But he yelled and got really angry with you, just like every other demon. It hurt you, more than he realized. And the fact that the two of you hadn’t talked in days and he didn’t notice, or rather didn’t care that something was up hurt even more.

You had been cooped up in your room for a while, and nobody had ever checked up on you or anything at all, not even your own husband.

Not that you expected it, everyone had been busy with the demon slayers and such. But still, he was your husband, and he had to have even a little free time at some point. You were sulking in bed, losing track of time, until finally, someone had opened your door.

“Get up, do something productive, like finding me that flower.”

Your husbands deep voice rang out as he rummaged through your drawing and took something before leaving without another word. The fact that he was now telling you only to find the flower stung. He most likely thought you were incapable of doing anything else.

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Days had gone by now, you had nothing, and it seemed Muzan was only growing more and more irritated as time went by. You had lost all hope of him ever coming to see you for even a split second of affection.

You were outside, somewhere. An unknown location, simply sitting on a hill in the moonlight. The flowers were pretty, but you couldn’t take the time to admire them. You were far too lost in your thoughts. You didn’t care for the flowers if they weren’t the one Muzan wanted.

Suddenly, you noticed someone sit down beside you.

Your husband.

Neither of you spoke, even though you really wanted to. It wasn’t an awkward silence, the two of you just knew it wasn’t the right time to talk. Well, you knew. Muzan didn’t talk because he didn’t want to or feel like it. He’s always been like that. He rarely showed affection through his words, but you didn’t mind to much, especially not anymore. You had grown used to the small gestures of affection from a while ago, but now you were convinced they had stopped.

“.. My lord if.. If i’ve done something to offend you—“ You started, not looking at him as you spoke.

“You’ve been distant.”

You looked up at him. He wasn’t looking at you, not avoiding, but simply looking across the hills. “You haven’t spoke to me in so long.. You have only uttered few words but those were orders, and weren’t frequent either.” You said, hugging your knees.

“Am I supposed to come to you? What happened to you coming to me?”

Your husband said. It sounded cold, but you knew that wasn’t his intention. You usually always came to him, showing affection and in return receiving affection back. He was right, you never went to him anymore. But..

“It seems you’ve been mad at me..”

“I was mad, but that’s no reason not to come to me. I’ve been irritable lately with all these nuisances.”

“But if your irritated.. you don’t have to take your anger out o..” You trailed off, going silent before you could even finish your sentence as you noticed him glaring at you. Looking away uncomfortably you mumbled slightly. “..Nevermind— I.. It’s fine but—“

“Sorry.”

You blinked a few times, wondering if you were hearing things. You looked back at him. “Hu—“

“I don’t like repeating myself.”

You went quiet.

“Your supposed to say you forgive me.”

“Right!!— I forgive you.” You said, still a little shocked he had actually apologized. You’d never heard that word come out of his mouth before, unless he was mocking someone but that was different.

“—‘My lord’?”

“—My lord.” You added, a small smile playing on your lips at the reminder. You leaned against his shoulder slightly, and in return, he placed a hand on your waist.

“Don’t avoid me like that again.”

His hand came up to your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, before he leaned down and placed a kiss on your head. When was the last time you had kissed him. You looked up at him.

“No.”

“No? No to what?” You said, with a fake innocence, before quickly giving him a peck on the lips before he could speak.

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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐎̄ — Gyutaro x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Small death threat.

𝐍𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬: Hi everyone! i’ve been on break for a while, but i’m back and i’m getting to some of these requests!

You weren’t an upper rank, nothing but a mere lower rank 6. But you were well liked, especially by the younger demons. You were like a motherly figure. Despite being a demon, you had a kind and caring nature. You had treated Rui like your own son, and in return he treated you like you were his mother. Daki however was one of the more hardheaded demons, extremely stubborn as well.

But on this special occasion, you had gotten the chance to grow closer to her. You had heard about her having a brother, but maybe it wasn’t true since she was crying all on her own. You approached her not to quickly, so she didn’t try to attack you or scream at you. You were careful, sitting down beside her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Hey.. Daki, is everything okay? what happened?” You asked in the softest tone possible. “Does it look like everything is okay!? get the hell away from me, i’ll kill you!!” Daki had screamed at you, but thankfully didn’t actually lunge at you or anything. “Did Lord Muzan yell at you again?” You asked, guessing you were correct from the way she began to cry ever harder. “It’s okay, he’s always like that. You know, he yells at me every chance he gets. that’s just the way he is, that doesn’t make you worthless or anything less than you are now…” You spoke softly, hugging her in such a motherly way that it seemed to calm her for a moment, but she just kept crying.

It went on for a few hours, until she had final grown tired and even let you wipe away her tears. It took a little time, but soon enough she fell asleep in your lap. It was a familiar sight.

Just as you were beginning to drift off as well, you felt an odd presence in front of you, opening your eyes to see a man with green and black hair, black marks on his face and sharp, shark like teeth crouched down in front of you. You hadn’t seen him before, so you could only hope he wasn’t any problem. He didn’t look very happy though, tilting his head and clawing at his cheek as he glared at you. “.. uh—“ “Your face, it bothers me.” He said all of a sudden. “O-oh i’m sor—“ he had cut you off, his vision shifting to his sister laying in your lap. “You got her to sleep that easily? i’m envious..” He groaned, scratching the skin off of his face.

“oh.. well i-i wouldn’t say it was easy.. i’ve been here for a couple of hours so..” You said, making a guess in your mind that this was most likely his sister. “Is that so… “ He said, leaning closer to your face, as if he was searching for something. “What’s your name, hm?” he hummed. “Oh.. Y/N… W-whats yours?” You stuttered out. “.. your name is as pretty as your face.. are you afraid of me Y/N?” He croaked. You immediately shook your head.

“N-no not afraid i’m just…” “— Disgusted?” He asked, scratching at his face once more as he tilted his head, his eyes never leaving your face. “No! Not that at all… I-i’ve just never seen you before and you.. you look so.. different.” You said, your eyes practically filled with curiosity and admiration. though he seemed to have missed that. “Like i haven’t heard that before, Y/N.. you think i’m hideous don’t you? how envious i am of your looks… it’s a shame.” He said, pulling Daki from your lap and carrying her on his back, simply walking away. “W-wait i didn’t mean it that way!” You stuttered once again, what was wrong with you?!

A couple days, maybe weeks had passed, until one day in the infinity castle you saw Gyutaro and Daki sitting together at a table, and seemingly Daki was putting makeup on Gyutaro. You were quick to go over to them. “Hi.. you two.” You said with a slightly awkward smile, Gyutaro’s smile turned to a displeased look, visibly unhappy to see you again. “Oh, big brother! this is Y/N! she was the one I told you about! isn’t she pretty?” Daki said excitedly as you sat down nervously. “Yeah, she really is..” He mumbled, glaring at you. But you could see that he was suppressing a smile as he looked away from you. “You know Y/N, he was really happy to se-“ “Daki!!!” Gyutaro cut her off, resulting you and her giggling.

“I’m happy too.”

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘. — UpMoons x F!Reader

Gyokko & Daki Excluded!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Handsy demons, Mentions of sex.

𝐍𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬: Finally, I have an excuse to write for the clones and Gyutaro. 😈🙏🏽

𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎.

You were a particularly nice girl, but there was one thing Kokushibo didn’t like about you. You were confident, yes. But he didn’t expect you to be so confident in showing of your body all the time. He was a traditional man, so such revealing clothes put him off. Sometimes, he’d try to cover you up. He wouldn’t be subtle about it, simply just coming up behind you and wrapping you in a blanket if not his clothes. Even if the two of you weren’t dating, he got jealous very easily and was overprotective. If he truly needed to, he’d hold you close to him at all times, his sleeves mostly covering you up and having you buried into a bear hug barely made you visible. He hated the way people and demons looked at you, and honestly he couldn’t wait to lay claim over you with Muzan’s permission.

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀.

Douma, as you would expect, was all over you. He could barely keep his hands off of you. You were awfully attractive, and he was non stop inviting you over and asking you out on dates. He never tried to cover you up, he’d always show you off, but never let anyone touch you. Maybe it was his way of taunting, showing how you belonged to him and only him. And how practically acted like he hit the jackpot. He loved the way you were comfortable with showing so much skin around him, and was always buying you new outfits. Not just regular outfits, but actual lingerie. He was always keen on getting his way with you. Always trying to convince you to sleep with him.

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀.

At first, Akaza had to get a double take to make sure his eyes weren’t failing him. He had never seen anyone besides Daki wear such revealing clothing, and even so, you practically were naked. He wanted to be respectful, so he minded his own business at first. He never let his eyes wander if it came to him having to speak to you, only keeping direct eye contact. Until he practically crumbled one day. You were getting pretty handsy with him, and he was as stiff as a rock. He had been trying his best to keep his hands to himself and allow you to do whatever, but the way you leaned against him and the way your skin touched, he couldn’t focus on a single word you said, and honestly was getting a little dizzy. He never touched you without your permission, but this time you had noticed his arm snaking around your waist while you were sitting together. Let’s just say, being a demon doesn’t mean your legs can’t go numb for days.

𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐎

Sekido tried to ignore you. He was a very irritable person, and the way you dressed only pissed him off more. Did you have no shame? Sometimes he wondered why Muzan even allowed a demon like you to wear such clothing, knowing how much of a distraction you were. This time he just couldn’t ignore you, it was impossible. Instead, when you tried to speak with him, he yelled at you about your clothes. Though he was yelling, it was obvious that he was complimenting your body. Going on about how distracting your curves were and how perfect your skin was, and how you should have some dignity.

𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔

Aizetsu already got sad at the thought of other demons seeing your body in such revealing clothes. He wanted your body all to himself, but the thing was, when you spoke, he could barely even speak. He was stuttering a lot and trying his best to keep eye contact, but his eyes kept roaming your body. He asked why you wore such revealing clothing, but never understood no matter how much you explained. He did occasionally mumbled or whisper compliments to you through stutters, talking about how beautiful you were, how he admired your confidence and how you’d look so pretty underneath him in bed.

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐔 & 𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐈

one day they didnt pay enough attention/mind to notice him sneaking up on them since they we're to drowned in their doodles.. and he snatches it 'nd reader gets embarrassed and tries to clarify since they never really had interaction

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐌𝐄? — Gyutaro x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None.

𝐍𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬: Cute idea, and so sorry i took so long! I’ve been pretty busy and may not be able to write again as soon as i’d like to.

You had always been an artist, even in your human years. Now up until you became a lower moon. You stayed dedicated to your job as a 12 kizuki of course, but you couldn’t help but draw everytime you got the chance. Especially now that you’ve discovered the existence of upper six. At first, you didn’t know that they were two demons. You thought there was only one, the girl. But soon after you came to find out she had a brother, Gyutaro.

And sooner or later, you took an interest in his physique, and just the way he looked. You were quick to make sketches of his battle stances and even just the way he sits. You had never seen anyone like him, of course. So naturally you were very curious about him. You admired his build, and the markings on his face. Even his hair, you took a special interest in. One day, you were sitting alone in the infinity castle, scribbling away in your notebook.

You didn’t speak much to the other demons unless absolutely necessary, so nobody really approached you. You figured you were safe to draw the demon once again since you supposed nobody would come near you.

You shifted to a more comfortable position to sit in, until you noticed a shadow over you. You had been so focused on drawing you didn’t even realize. You hesitated for a moment, before looking up, only to be met face to face with the very man who was filling up all the pages in your sketchbook. Your eyes widened, and before you could react your journal was gone, and Gyutaro was faced away from you, looking through it. “—W-wait, give that back!” You said, jumping to your feet to try and retrieve it. He simply shoved you away, his face buried in the book.

You couldn’t tell how he’d react, but you were afraid he might not appreciate you drawing him. “Is this me?” He asked with an amused chuckle, his palm pressed against your forehead to keep you from getting close to the book. You froze, no longer trying to get it back. It was far too late. “U-uh.. Y-yes but—“ You stutter, clearing your throat a bit. “I-I just thought you looked cool and.. thought I would draw you..” You said, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

He didn’t say anything, continuing to flip through the pages. Honestly, he was impressed. Nobody had ever drawn him before, and on top of that you thought he was cool? That’s something he’s never heard in his life. “Can I have these?” He asked, looking down at you. You stared in shock. Have them? He wasn’t mad? “U-uh—Of course!” You said, feeling a little more confident. He handed you the book, not wanting to rip any of the drawing with taking them out. You carefully took a few pages out and handed them to him. “How come your only drawing me? Am I that weird looking?” He asked, using his free hand to scratch at his skin.

“N-no!! Not at all! It’s just.. Your.. Really, really cool..” You mumbled. He was shocked, really. He leaned down to look at your face, tilting his head. “You mean that..?” He asked. You nodded, looking away from him. Your cheeks flushed pink from the sudden closeness. “That’s.. Intriguing.” He said with a small grin, followed by a chuckle.

“Do you think you can draw me more?” He asked. You looked back at him, feeling your heart skip a beat. “M-more?” He nodded. “Yeah, can you do that?” He questioned. “Y-yeah! I can!” You said, moving back to where you were sitting before on top of a cushioned platform. He followed, sitting slightly behind you. You were a little nervous, having the person you were drawing for so long watching you. You picked up your pen and began to draw, eventually, you felt his head resting on your shoulder.

He still couldn’t believe that someone like you would want to draw someone like him, and actually took an interest him. He was always labeled as ugly so naturally he didn’t understand. “Why me?” He suddenly asked, causing you to look at him from the corner of your eye, turning your head a little. You smiled. “Why not?” You said. “Why would you want to draw someone as displeasing as me?” He asked once more, genuinely curious. “I don’t think your displeasing at all.”

“Man, you’re a weird one.” He said with a chuckle, before focusing back onto your drawing.

hii i just wanted to ask if youre willing to make a part two of the toxic muzan x demon wife! reader?

like maybe where they kind of make up?? like muzan is still pissed but he wakes up to his sad wife cuddled up to him? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Yess, requests are always open! <3

𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃. ⇀ Muzan x F!Reader

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None.

𝐍𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬: I wanted to make this cute even though the other one was a smut cliffhanger!

Muzan groaned, turning over only to see you cuddled up to him even though he was faced away from you. He had been very irritated with you these past few days, yesterday being the most he’s spoken to you. He felt a little guilty, seeing your sad expression even while you were sleeping. He let out a sigh, laying back down after heading you softly whimper. He placed a kiss on your forehead, causing your expression to soften a little bit. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you a little closer, gently patting your back.

It took you a few minutes to wake up, stirring a bit before you turned over and looked up at him. You were a little shocked to see him still by your side even though he normally leaves before you wake up. “Muzan..” You mumbled. He looked down at you, pulling back a little so he could see your face. “hm?” He hummed. You stared at him, your cheeks heating up a bit. “I-i’m sorry.. that I haven’t been a—“ You started, only to be cut off by him kissing you on the lips before pulling away and patting you on the head. “Don’t apologize, just do better. Alright? Complete the missions I assign you with no hesitation, and i’ll continue to treat you like a princess my love.” He said.

You nodded quickly, your eyes beginning to tear up. Muzan sat up, stretching before he heard your small sobs and whimpers. He furrowed her brows a bit and looked back at you, only to see you covering your face while sitting on your legs. You had sat up so the two of you could continue talking face to face, but only ended up crying. Muzan stared for a moment, before letting out a sigh.

“Now why are you crying?” He said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. He grabbed your wrists, moving your hands from your face. “We’ve talked about this.. Don’t cry over such silly things.” He said, wiping away your tears. He looked annoyed, but you could tell he truly did care for you, especially by the tone of his voice. You sniffled, trying to stop yourself from crying while he wiped away your tears.

Finally you calmed down, the two of you completely silent, aside from your occasional sniffles. Your face was buried in his chest, and his arms were wrapped around you firmly. He pulled away, before gently stroking your head. “Better now?” He asked, leaning down a bit to see your face fully. You nodded, before feeling him cup your cheeks and kiss you. “Now, don’t cry over dumb things. I’ll be back again to check on you later, do whatever you please. Just don’t leave the castle.” He said, before standing up and heading towards the door. “M-Muzan!” You called out quickly, causing him to turn and look at you. “What is it?” He asked. You stuttered a bit. “I-I love you..” You said. It had been a while since he had last said it to you, and you were hoping he’d say it again this time.

“I love you too.”

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄? — Muzan x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cursing, Violent behavior.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Cute idea, love this ❤️

Lately, you had been avoiding leaving Muzan’s room in the infinity castle. He didn’t want to question why, but he couldn’t help but wonder. We’re you just being clingy, was something wrong? He didn’t think you’d be hiding or avoiding someone since you were the demon closest to him, and he prioritized you the most. He didn’t think anyone would dare mess with his wife. Every demon was well aware of your status.

“Alright, I’ll see you later darling.” Muzan said, leaning over and placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll hopefully be back by tonight.” He said, gently stroking your head before exiting the room. Today you were hoping that demon wouldn’t mess with you again when you went around the infinity castle. When you left, the second you were far enough away from Muzan’s room, you heard a familiar giggle. “Does Master Muzan seriously let you go around looking like that? Honestly, how could someone like you ever end up with someone like him? He must be toying with you.” The female demon said with a snicker. “He.. He’s not toying with me, stop speaking of him in such a manner.” You snapped back. The two of you went back and forth, the female demon practically following you around. You needed to leave the room for a moment, to take a small walk without anyone bothering you, but this woman obviously didn’t want you to.

“You know, the second he deem useless to him, your gone, right? You don’t matter to him. He only makes you feel special because you’ve had connections with that stupid flower and he wants you to get it.” She said, yawning a bit in a sassy way. “Once he knows you can’t do that—“ She giggled and slid her finger across her throat as her way of saying your dead. “Muzan would never do that to me.” You said, now making your way back to his room. “Believe whatever you want, your not even an upper moon. Right now, I bet he’s entertaining other women.” She said, finally leaving you alone when you went into Muzan’s bedroom.

That night, when Muzan returned, you couldn’t help but burst into tears when he asked what was wrong.

Muzan was shocked. He had never seen you crying before. He was lucky he had practice with his fake wives in the past, otherwise he wouldn’t know what to do with you. He sat down on the bed with you and cuddled you until you were calm enough to speak. “T-that—that woman i told you about before..” You stuttered, sniffling and whimpering. “Yes.. What about her dear?” Muzan said, with as soft of a tone possible. You sobbed, explaining everything to him. “I-I just don’t want you to replace me—I-I really am insecure..” You said. “Insecure? Darling, you’ve got nothing to be insecure about. Your the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in all my years of living. You don’t know the lengths I would go to keep you safe. Forget about that flower, even if you cannot bring it to me, i’ll still love you. No matter what.” He said, wiping away your tears and practically showering you with kisses.

Though you could feel his occasional tremble, he was shaking. You knew his was pissed off and was trying to cover it. “M-muzan… Please.. Don’t do anything harsh..” You said, looking up at him. He looked down at you and smiled, pulling you closer to his chest. “I won’t, dear.” he said. Holding you close and gently rubbing your back until you fell asleep. He kissed your forehead before leaving the room.

He was livid.

“Why is it you think your so privileged, you can go saying such bullshit to my wife when i’m not around?!” Muzan yelled, almost shaking the whole infinity castle when he slammed his hands down on his desk, his head down as he shook with pure anger. “M-master Muzan!! I never said any of that—i promis—“ Before the woman could say another word, she was cut off by his yelling. “Don’t fucking try to lie straight to my god damn face. Do you take me for a fool?!” Muzan yelled even louder, his patience fading quickly.

“Muzan..?” You whispered softly, looking up at his dark figure moving towards the bed. Your vision was blurry, but you knew it was him. He got into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Shh, go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said softly, smiling when you shifted to face him, wrapping your arms around him. “It’s.. okay..” You said in a sleepy tone, before drifting off in his arms. You couldn’t help but wonder.

Why was he covered in blood the first time he entered the bedroom and went to go shower?

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏. — Muzan x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gentle Muzan with slightly harsh words, stubborn reader.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Very cute request! I’ve never written for Muzan and a pregnant wife, so it should be fun. Might rewrite, this was a little lazy 😭

“Darling, please lay down.” Muzan said with a sigh. You two had been going back and forth all night, and you were keeping him quite busy, busy enough to the point he had to ignore his other tasks and focus on you in the moment. “Stop!! Don’t you have any missions for me to do?— I mean, I can’t just lay here for 8 months straight.” You said, trying to sit up and get out of bed.

Muzan kept you away from the other demons, well more specifically Douma. He was far too handsy with you even if you were of a higher status and deserved just as much respect as Muzan. He preferred keeping you locked inside of his room when he couldn’t have you near him, such as when he worked on experiments or had meetings with the ranks. You were too distracting and required every of his attention, which he was willing to give when you two were alone and he wasn’t busy.

“Woman. Lay down, now.” Muzan said, furrowing his brow a bit. His hands were placed on your shoulders, occasionally switching to your waist, trying to be as gentle as possible with you even if his words weren’t. He let out a exhausted sigh, getting into bed with you. He then wrapped his arms around you, holding you just firm enough so you couldn’t get up from the bed. “Missions—“ You said, still trying to free yourself from his grasps. “Darling, I’ve made it clear that i’m not letting you go on any missions while your pregnant, go to sleep.” He said. He was right, besides, you hadn’t slept in days, but you wanted to do something, anything but be in this room.

“Let go—stop it! Stop!”

Muzan eventually had to lock you up inside of your room, not allowing you out at all. He had practically began to neglect you after the first few days of staying by your side. He did bring you human flesh to eat sometimes, and spend short amounts of time with you before going back to his work. If you got into too much trouble while on your own, he’d have Kokushibo or Akaza watch you. And they watched you like a hawk. They treated you as if you were a human, and any minor injury would be treated majorly.

Muzan wanted to be near you, but he just had too much to do. Today though,Muzan had come to check on you while you were asleep. But when you heard the door open, you forced yourself awake. You felt Muzan pull the blankets over your body completely, before placing a hand on your shoulder. “Muzan..?” You mumbled, turning over to look up at him. He gave you a small smile, before getting into bed beside you. “Upper 1 told me you were crying today. What’s wrong?” He asked, and you could barely believe it. You were about to slap him, but he had caught your wrist. He was just about to lecture and scold you, but you had burst out into tears before he could.

He didn’t know that this was also just your hormones affecting your mood, and thought you were just sad. “Darling, come here.” He said, sitting the both of you up and pulling you closer, allowing you to cry into his chest. “Y-you barely ever stay with me anymore!!” You sobbed, gripping his shirt. “My love, you know I have things to do..” He said, gently stroking your head. He was being honest, but there was another reason. He wasn’t sure how to take care of someone he actually cared for who was pregnant, so he resorted to locking you away to keep you safe and away from others.

“My apologies. I’ll take you with me from now on, how’s that sound, hm?” He asked with a smile when you finally calmed down a bit, tilting your head up to look at him. You sniffled, before nodding, wiping away your tears.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You were a normal human, a little sick as well. You had issues walking and needed nightly doses of medicine to help you get better. One day, you had went out into the nearby forest to pick some berries late at night. You met a man named Akaza, and the next thing you knew, you had woken up in a place that looked to be someone’s home.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Abusive behavior, Stockholms syndrome, kidnapping, dark themes.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I got this idea from a story on a otome game I used to play all of the time. Just a little modified and differently written.

You had been sitting in the forest for a while now, picking the little red berries off of the bush you sat next to and placing them in the basket beside you. You weren’t supposed to be outside, and especially not this late, but you needed some fresh air. You had stumbled and struggled to get over to the spot due to your illness, but with time you eventually made it without being spotted.

When you were about to get up and head inside, you found yourself not being able to get up and walk. Maybe it was cause by the position you were sitting in, but you couldn’t stand. And the nights cold air made your cough worse. You had began to cough and sneeze more frequently, until you heard approaching footsteps.

At first, Akaza planned to just ignore your frail figure almost laying on the ground. He despised the weak, and would have never even stopped to look at you if you didn’t speak to him. “U-uhm..” You stuttered, unsure of how to ask for help. Though when he turned around, you both looked equally stunned. He was a demon, definitely. You could see his fangs in his slightly opened mouth, and he didn’t look human at all. For him, those pink eyes and black hair of yours had set something off within him. You looked exactly like his late wife.

You were unable to speak or move, your whole body trembling as he approached you. Your eyes fixated on his every move, wondering if he was going to hurt you or not. You let out a small squeak as he lifted you up from the ground. “M-my home— it’s back over that way…” You said, weakly pointing in the direction of your village. He looked where you were pointing, then looking back down at you in his arms. He simply ignored your request of taking you back home. You wanted to fight back, to protest against him taking you but soon enough, everything went black.

You woke up to the sound of shifting beside you, followed by a pattern of uneasy breathing. When you noticed the pink haired demon beside you once again, you gasped, immediately sitting up. His yellow eyes had been fixated on you most likely the whole entire time you were asleep. “Please, lay back down darling.” He said, placing his hand against your chest and pushing you back down into a laying position. “Don’t worry about a thing, i’ve even retrieved your medicine for you.” He said, placing a hand on your head and gently stroking your hair. You flinched at his touch, but you were so frozen in fear that you could hardly even think straight.

“N-no I.. I need to go back home.” You said, trying to get up but he wasn’t very willing to let you do so. “Home? This is your home, my love.” He said, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. “M-my friends and family…” — “You don’t need friends. You have me anyways. And we can start our own family.” He said, only causing you to panic even more. He seemed pleased with the thought of having a family, but you were scared. He was a demon, you barely knew him and you were still sick.

“There’s nothing good back at that village of yours. Nobody strong enough as I am to protect you from demons. You have nothing to worry about. As long as you obey and listen to me, you’ll always be safe.” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead. His words were reassuring, but the last sentence frightened you a bit. You were safe from others, but were you safe from him? What would he do if you disobeyed him? You were a little afraid to find out. You stayed silent, looking away from him, which is when you noticed your clothes were changed. You were wearing a pink kimono, with a white circle pattern. It faded into a snowflake pattern at the bottoms. You began to grow more and more nervous. Has he really seen your body? You were trembling by now.

“There’s no need to be afraid, I already told you.” He said, sitting up and getting up out of bed. He walked around to your side and helped you sit up. He then carefully lifted you into his arms and sat you down on the cushion in front of the vanity. “Stay here, i’ll be back soon.” He said, gently patting you on the head before leaving the room. You could move, but just barely. Not enough energy to be able to get out of the room.

But it didn’t hurt to try. Your shakily stood up, taking a few shaky steps towards the door. But when you opened it, you ended up falling. Or so you though. When you looked up, you saw Akaza once again. He did not look happy to see you trying to leave only a minute after he told you not too. You were ruining his idea of the perfect wife. His old wife, Koyuki, never tried to escape him. Naturally, he was a little pissed. Shoving you back into the room, causing you to fall. He walked in fully and shut the door behind him, placing down the hair pins he had grabbed onto the vanity.

You were quite shaken, a little afraid to even make eye contact with him. When he walked over to you and grabbed your arm, you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. He forced you to sit back on the cushion, forcefully wiping your eyes before your tears fell. “Don’t you dare cry.” He said, hearing your sniffles. He simply ignored your whimpers, working on your hair. “See? I already told you. If you listen to me, you won’t get hurt. Just don’t upset me.” He said, giving you a small smile and wiping away your tears. “Don’t cry.” He said. Shakily, your nodded, trying your best to hold back your tears.

Over time, you had began to lose hope in ever leaving, and began to rely more and more on Akaza. Anytime you wanted to leave the room, he’d accompany you, always having at least one hand on you if not both. He never let you out of his sight, and of course that meant he’s seen every inch of your body.

You were attached to him now. You couldn’t go for even five minutes without his touch, you need him near you at all time. He was pleased with the outcome, loving the way you relied on him for everything. Sometimes, if you ruined the perfect wife image he had, he’d either physically hurt you, or simply leave you in the room on your own over night to teach you a lesson, forcing you into the mold of a woman who was long passed. Until you were practically her, and he was ecstatic about it.

You were happy as well, him hurting you or leaving you was very rare. He had also stopped calling “Koyuki”, and allowed you to pick your own kimonos and hairpins. He allowed you to be yourself when it came to appearance sometimes, but you had to keep your personality exactly the same or there would be consequences.

He was even happier when you were able to walk normally, and your illness was starting to go away. Though sometimes he did threaten to get rid of your medicine if you tried to escape. Last night, you needed help finding something but Akaza was on a mission. When he returned and you weren’t in the room, he was livid. He didn’t let you explain, and immediately put it as you trying to escape, even though you were just looking for him. He hurt you badly, and left you on your own. This was only the second time he left you, and it was for way longer too. So naturally when he left, you sobbed for hours.

When morning came, you had woke up to the sound of the door opening. “A-..Akaza?” You called out to him from in bed when you noticed he was finally back after leaving you over night. You were quick to get out of bed and hug him tightly, just as he expected.

“Good morning, love. Did you learn your lesson?” He asked, not giving you any physical attention until he was sure you weren’t going to mess up again. You nodded in response. “I thought about it all last night.. I won’t do it again, I promise.” You said. He smiled, placing a hand on your head with a small chuckle.

Slayer! reader going into an abandon house right after some villagers told her that things happen at night inside the abandon house and when she turns up, she meets Muzan again after encountering him alongside with Tanjiro from the night market. Muzan confessing his love and begging and telling the reader to stay beside him and become his and become a demon. (slight Yandere! Muzan maybe??)

Thanks!!! :)))

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. — Muzan x F!Slayer

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Yandere behavior, murder, blood, kidnapping.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Still taking requests! I’ve always got too much free time, and i’m also working on a surprised fluff story on the side.

You were a strong hashira. Not the strongest, but definitely no where near the weakest. You were also the only hashira to ever meet face to face with Muzan Kibutsuji. Having ran into him in Asakusa after meeting a new demon slayer, Tanjiro Kamado. You didn’t fight him, as there were far too many people in the area, and it’d be risking thousands of lives. So the two of you had no choice but to let him go on. Today, you were out on a mission you had received from Ubuyashiki.

There were some strange things going on in an abandoned house on the far part of a village, along with people frequently going missing. You arrived late at night, which was perfect. There was nobody outside, and if it was a low rank demon, you could kill it easily without anyone seeing or being disturbed. Though, when you walked into the abandoned house, you were greeted with the unpleasant smell of blood. And the first thing you saw was a tall figure right in front of you, his crimson red eyes glaring down at you.

Your hand was quick to unsheathe your sword, before it was flung far away. Now you recognized him, and he had already recognized you. “We meet again, darling.” His voice was deep, and filled with malice. Your eyes were wide, and you were frozen in place for a moment, moving quickly to run and grab your sword before you felt his cold hands grabbing you. “Come on, you know, i’ve missed you. I knew I recognized that beautiful face of yours.” He said, his arm around your waist, holding you tightly against him, his other hand gripping your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

“Let go of me.” You said sharply, your body tensed up as you tried to move away from him. Your hand pressed against his chest as you groaned. “What kind of man would I be if I did that? You are much too beautiful for me to let go of, your rare.” He said with a dark chuckle. “Ive loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you, despite you being a slayer and all. But that’s an easy fix.” He said, gripping your chin tighter, causing you to try harder to get away from him. “Get off of me! I don’t give a damn if you love me or not, I hate you and I always will!! I have a boyfriend already anyways, you could never compare to him.” You shouted at him.

“Do you now?” He said with a chuckled, allowing your line of sight to trail behind him. The body of your boyfriend was on the ground, his limbs torn apart and blood practically everywhere. Your eyes widened, feeling a terrible sense of dread. Your breathing sped up, your heart pounding. “You—monster!!“ You screamed at him, tears forming in your eyes as your attempts grew more aggressive. “Your far too noisy.” He said, before suddenly your vision went black.

As your vision fades to black, you find yourself overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness and despair. When you regain consciousness, you realize you're in a dimly lit room, restrained by chains that bind your wrists and ankles. Muzan Kibutsuji stands before you, a sadistic smile on his face, relishing in your suffering."You thought you could escape me, my darling," he taunts, his voice dripping with venom. "But you're mine now, forever."

Fear courses through your veins, but you muster your strength and defiance despite the dire situation. "I'll never be yours, Muzan! I'll fight you until my last breath!" His smile widens, amused by your futile resistance. "Oh, how I adore your spirit. But don't worry, my dear, I have plans for you. You'll come to love me, just as I love you." Your mind races, desperately searching for a way to escape or find a weakness in Muzan's hold. You remember the stories of his immortality and his insurmountable strength, but you also recall the determination of your fellow demon slayers and the bond you shared with them.

Summoning every ounce of courage, you lock eyes with Muzan, determination burning within you. "You may have me trapped for now, but my comrades will find me. They will defeat you and put an end to your reign of terror." Muzan chuckles darkly, amused by your defiance. "Ah, yes, your fellow demon slayers. How quaint. But they won't find you in time. And even if they do, they'll fall before me, just like the countless others who've dared to oppose me." With renewed determination, you refuse to let despair consume you. You know the strength and tenacity of the demon slayers, their unwavering resolve to protect humanity. You also hold onto the memory of your fallen boyfriend, using his sacrifice as a source of strength.

"I won't let you win," you say, your voice filled with conviction. "Even if it costs me my life, I will never succumb to your bullshit. I will fight until my last breath, and my comrades will carry on the fight in my honor." Muzan's grin falters for a moment, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. But he quickly composes himself, his crimson eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "We shall see, my darling. We shall see how long your defiance lasts." Muzan said, kneeling down to your side. “How does becoming a demon sound? Perfect huh?” He said, leaning close to your face. “Come on, you’ll get to be by my side forever, I won’t let anyone harm you, ever. And you wont have to worry about demons hurting you anymore. It’s such a wonderful idea, really. Your so perfect already, but it’d be better if you were immortal.”

You tugged against the chains, managing to break of of the only for you to be pinned to the floor immediately. “S-stop it!! Let me go!!” You screamed. Though your cries for help were ignored.

“Yeah, let’s get see just how much of my blood one of you hashira can handle.”

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: He was a monster, but you were blind. Kokushibo has taken a liking to you, and since you two first met he’s kept you by his side, not revealing to you ever that he was a man eating demon. But today, you’ve began to grow more and more curious.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Finally not writing super early in the morning. I got this idea from one of my roleplay prompts, and the trope “He was a monster, but she was blind”. Might be a little sloppy and all over the place.

It was rainy outside, and you were home alone in your nice, cozy home you now shared with the man you knew as “Kokushibo”. He claimed he had a job, which is why he was always out late at night. He used to only visit you, but now he’ll come and stay with you for hours but only at night. He leaves early in the morning before the sun rises while your still sleeping. He was very mysterious, but seemed comfortable around you.

Today, you noticed he was taking longer than usual, and you couldn’t help but wonder where he was and what his job was. You weren’t dating or anything, yet you still worried he might be seeing other women when he was gone. You made your way to your room, having recognized the layout of your home long ago. You sat down on your bed, before you heard a small clicking noise, and suddenly heard Kokushibo’s voice.

“I’m home, i’m sorry i’m late. The rain was far too heavy earlier.” He said, sitting down beside you on your bed. You simply smiled at him. “It’s fine. I’m just happy your here now.” You said, though the thought of him seeing other girls still lingered in your head, and soon enough you couldn’t hold back your questions anymore. “What kind of job do you do?” You asked him, fidgeting with your hands a bit, which Kokushibo seemed to notice. “Y/N. Is that all that’s been bothering you? I only go down to the village and sell chopped wood, you know, it’s getting cold out.” He said, standing and heading over to your closet. “Do you mind if I look in here and find you some warmer clothes?” He asked you, you only nodded. He pulled various outfits, putting away the ones he found less appealing and comfortable compared to others.

“Do you… have a girlfriend, Kokushibo? Or do you like anyone?” You asked, your cheeks flushed a little pink as you continued to fidget with your fingers. “A lover? Yes, I have one.” He responded, more focused on finding you clothes then what you were saying. “Would you.. leave if I…” You stopped suddenly, which resulted in him looking over at you. He stared for a second, his eyes a little wide. Though it seemed he brushed off the topic, replacing it with a different one.

He sat on his knees in front of you, taking your hand into his. “Are you sure nothing else has been bothering you?” You stayed quiet for a while, feeling his hands. “Why do you only ever come at night and..” You asked, reaching your hand forward to feel for his face, feeling his jawline. Though when your hand began to move up, he moved away. “Why don’t you ever let me?” You asked. He was the one to stay quiet now, simply staring at you, contemplating what to say. “I know you have a sword.. and I want to know why…” You said, before he spoke. “Because, I must protect you.”

“Don’t lie to me.. I’m not believing that anymore…”

Hours had passed since Kokushibo confessed to you that he was a demon. It took a lot of convincing and explaining for you to believe him and when you finally did, you cried. You cried for what felt like hours. You didn’t know if you were disappointed, mad, or scared.

But now, the two of you were resting in your bed, your sniffles still heard occasionally breaking the silence. He was faced away from you on the opposite side of the bed, sitting at the edge, wanting to give you personal space. You sat up a bit, feeling the bed for him before you gently tugged on his sleeve. “Koku…?” You mumbled softly. He turned around to face you, placing a hand on yours. “Are you alright?” He asked. He was only still here because his presence brought you comfort, and he didn’t want to leave you since you were in such a vulnerable state. Besides, you didn’t hate him.. even if he did kill people, you couldn’t bring yourself to. He was kind and took care of you, how could you kick him out?

You nodded in response, hesitating for a moment. “Is it true.. that demons can’t feel emotions?” You asked. You heard him shifting, most likely turning around to face you. “It only depends on the demon.” He said, looking down at you, tilting his head slightly as he noticed the pink tint to your cheeks. “Is something the matter?” He asked, placing a hand on your cheek to see if it was because you had a fever, though you immediately pulled away, your hands at your chest as your cheeks only heated up more. Kokushibo stared at you with a blank look, though he was mildly confused. “…Y/N?” He said. You took a moment to respond, wondering if you should even be asking him this.

“What about you? Can you.. feel love?” You asked. He was a little shocked that you asked him that, taking a moment to think. Or that’s what you thought he was doing, when you suddenly felt his lips press against yours. Your cheeks heated up, to the point you thought you were going to explode.

You immediately covered your mouth when he pulled away. “Love? I don’t.” He asked with a small grin, you couldn’t see, but you could practically hear it in his voice. You clicked you tongue, playfully shoving him away. “Go away!” You said, hiding beneath the blankets. You heard him chuckle, slipping beneath the blankets as well. You responded with a small hum, brushing him off in a playfully annoyed tone.

“Your tolerable. That’s all.”

“Yeah right.”

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Recently, Douma’s discovered a new obsession. Dressing you up, doing your hair and practically just treating you like a pretty little doll. Every time you give in to his manipulative behavior, it leads to ytou being dressed and all decorated to his liking.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Manipulation.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This was an idea from @goofyahhhhwriter on their blog. Again, i’m writing this at like 4:00 in the morning, might be some spelling errors.

Douma had been nagging you all day long. While you were in the shower, while you were eating, even when you were trying to take a nap. He must have some sort of separation anxiety or he was just extremely clingy. You shut him up each time, you knew that if you listened to him speak you’d give into his manipulation skills. So you stopped him before he had the chance. This time, he had caught you right before bedtime.

You were in your pajamas getting beneath the blankets of the bed he insisted the two of you shared in his room, before he suddenly appeared holding a handful of clothes and accessories. You tried to ignore him this time, but you were too tired to argue. “Darling, look what i’ve got you!” Douma said, placing the items down at the edge of your bed. You groaned. “Douma, it’s late. Can’t you just go to sleep? Stop terrorizing me with your insane fantasies.” You mumbled, about the lay down all the wall until you were practically yanked out of the covers. “Douma!!” You raised your voice at him, as he forced you to sit up at the end up the bed. “Come on, just this one time? I’ve never seen you all dolled up… You know i’d really love to see it, please, for me? You’d look so pretty. I mean, of course your absolutely beautiful now, but it would enhance that beauty dear. I’ll be quick.” Douma said, his voice too convincing, it was almost scary.

Minutes passed, and you ended up looking like a barbie. You were getting treated like one as well. But Douma looked utterly happy, fawning over how beautiful you looked. Though looking in the mirror, you couldn’t believe he found this beautiful. You didn’t look awful, and yes you truly did look beautiful, but you yourself hated it. And besides, your lipstick was smudged and on Douma’s lips as well. He would not stop kissing you. “Oh my, don’t you look stunning~.” He said, sitting beside you and looking at you in the mirror as well. He had that same grin on his face, his hands placed on your waist.

You had a big red bow in your hair, matching with all the different shades of red on her pajamas. “Well… I am quite stunned.” You said blatantly, staring at yourself with a blank face. “Can I take this off no—“ “No no no!! Darling, don’t wipe it off!” Douma interrupted you, holding your hand to was about to wipe off the makeup. “How about this, i’ll let you wipe it off if you let me show you off.” He said with a silly grin. You stared at him blankly. “Show me off? To who?” You asked, lifting your brow a bit. “Oh, you know.. whoever.” He said. He ended up showing you off to Akaza, who obviously had no interest in whatever Douma was doing. Though admittedly, you did look quite adorable and he couldn’t stop himself from looking at you after hearing your voice when he intended to just ignore Douma.

“Just look at how pretty my girlfriend is! She’s so adorable, isn’t she?” Douma said excitedly, hugging you tight. Akaza didn’t say a word, only glaring at Douma before turning away to leave. He already knew what Douma was up to, showing you off in front of him, since he was the only demon who had a true lover. “Wait, Lord Akaza!! Look, it also looks cute with her hair down.” He said, though Akaza had already disappeared by the time he finished speaking. “Lord Akaza!!!” He called out in a bit of a whiny tone. He pouted a bit, before looking back at you with a smile.

“Well then, I guess i’ll just keep you all to myself.”

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your Muzan’s first wife, and only demon wife. You’ve known him for centuries, and he seems to have mellowed quite a bit with you. This particular night, Muzan seemed to be in an even worse mood than usual, getting annoyed with you for every question you asked.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cursing, verbal abuse, threats, sexually suggestive behavior.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: first story, working on more. also might be some spelling errors, i’m writing this half asleep.

“I’m beginning to question what other purpose you have other than to please and love me. Tell me, why is it you struggle so much to complete one simple god damn task? Hm? Answer me when i’m fucking speaking to you. Would you prefer it if I fucked the answer out of you again? Useless bitch.”

You and Muzan had been lying in bed for a few minutes now, neither of you moving or speaking. You could sense Muzan’s anger, since when he returned all he was doing was yelling and cursing at you. You were too afraid to make any noise at all, as he had been cursing at you and yelling since he had gotten back, only stopping about an hour ago when he had gotten into the shower.

You finally built up the courage to say something, turning your head to look at Muzan, who was laying on his side with his back facing you. “Mh..Muzan? Can I… Can I turn of this lamp?” You tried your best to ask as nicely and softly as possible, not wanting to upset him or bother him even more. “Go ahead.” He mumbled. You hesitantly sat up and reached over to turn off the lamp, before moving back to your original position.

Normally, you and Muzan would be cuddling. But there was a large gap between you two in bed. You nervously fidgeted with your fingers, before looking at him once again. You stayed silent for a moment, trying to read his body language somehow and see if he was starting to get annoyed again. In your mind, you were complaining about the way he was acting. It was rare to see him like this but still, you practically craved his attention everyday, and now he wasn’t giving it to you. “Can I..braid your hair?” You asked, growing bored of simply sitting there. “..Go ahead.” He said once again. You moved a little closer to him, your fingertips running across his neck as you pulled all his long curly black hair towards you, not trying to pull on it too much.

You braided his hair carefully, making sure you didn’t tug too hard. You swore you could feel Muzan tense up at your touch for a moment, or maybe it was just you. When you were finished with the braid, you couldn’t help but ask another question. “Muzan can I—“ You were cut off by him already answering. “Go ahead.” He said, seemingly just wanting you to shut up already. You stared at him for a moment, before moving a little closer to him. You hugged him tight from behind, which only resulted in you being pushed away from him.

He was seemingly still upset with you for failing multiple missions, though you were glad he didn’t kill you like he would another demon, because you were his wife, you got the most special treatment.

Muzan then turned over to face you, his red eyes now open. He suddenly grabbed your face and pulled you closer, before kissing you, earning him a small whimper from you. “Stop whining. I can hear your thoughts.” He broke the kiss for a moment to speak, before kissing you once again. Your cheeks flushed red, only now having realized that. He had told you multiple times before but you never truly payed attention to his words. "M-maste—“ You tried to break the kiss and explain yourself, but his grip on the back of your head only forced you into the kiss once more. Your hands went up to his chest, feeling his muscular body through the robe he wore.

“Go ahead, darling.”

Your hand pushed away the silky fabric, opening your eyes slightly to see his bare chest, ever so slightly pulling away from the kiss only for him to forcefully turn your head back, deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Even going as far as biting your bottom lip, causing you to whimper once again. Your hands felt his body, ever single ab on his stomach, before moving down, attempting to feel even more before Muzan’s hand stopped yours, gripping your wrist. “Not now, dear.” He said, pulling away from the kiss with a grin. You were about to whine and complain, until he had gotten on top of you and kissed you once again, this time his hands were wandering all over your body.

“You don’t deserve anything yet. You’ve got no clue how tired I am of you being such a needy bitch, who can’t even think about anything but sex. Can’t do anything right, can you?”

“Master—P-please, you know I haven’t seen you practically all day…” You said, barely above a whisper. Your thoughts were running wild, no matter how much you tried to hide them, your mind was filled with the thought of Muzan fucking you. You couldn’t stand the feeling between your legs, it was far too much. You desperately needed attention down there, but it seemed Muzan wasn’t willing to give you any. Moving off of you and bringing you closer to him, wrapping an arm around you and burying his face into your neck.

“Think of this as your punishment, for not being able to accomplish anything I ask of you.”

*✧･ﾟ:* ✧ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

⇢ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫?

𝖨 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗌, 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐌𝐚𝐧, 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞.

⇢ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞?

𝖨 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾-𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍.

⇢ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞?

𝖨 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖨𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝟣𝟫 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖨 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒/𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌.

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𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒.

𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌.

𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾.

𝖭𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇-𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾/𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖨𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇.

𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄.

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