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Yandere Demons And Their Brides P3 (minus one)

Lower Moon Addition now. I'm not gonna include all of the lower moons since a lot of them aren't really too well known but I will include the ones that are decently known. I'll not include Rui for VERY OBVIOUS REASONS.

I'm also not including Ubume/Kamanue/Mukago/Wakuraba/Rokoro because again I dunno about these guys or there's not enough info on them. Susamaru and Yahaba's parts will be shortest cuz of limited info and combined since they're cannonically friends already. Otherwise all of these are pretty short.

Warnings for yandere-ish (???) themes, kidnapping mentions, death mentioned, possible mentioned wounds and scars, Enmu IS his own warning, possibly some innuendos, reader punching Enmu mentioned, mentions of a panic attack in Hairou's but, etc.

KYOGAI:

GENUINITY

-Kyogai isn't one to brag. That mostly stems from because of the treatment he's always gotten in life. If you've seen his backstory then you know what I mean.

-Since he's mostly confined in his mansion, it's most likely you both would meet by complete accident. You had been traveling for a long while however it started to get dark and stormy. That's when you come across this old mansion. When you knock on the door and call out a few times no one answers. However with the storm looming over you, you decide to enter anyways.

-Its dusty, full of cobwebs, and no one in sight. So you think it's abandoned. Worked for you. You only planned on staying until the next morning or when the storm passed over. You don't realize that the place is indeed NOT abandoned actually. With one residence currently wondering around.

-as you explore looking for a bedroom or somewhere to hunker down for the night,you notice that some of the walls and floors have long claw like markings in them making you weary that a bear might've been taking up residence in the abandoned place.

-Eventually you come across a strange sight as you open a door and just come across a strange sight. A giant room filled with papers scattered all over the floor. Very confusing but you assume this used to be someone's office or something. You carefully tiptoe over the papers careful not to step on them when you stop and look at one that got stuck to your shoe. And was surprised when you found that it looked like the beginnings of a storybook. Curiously you grab another page of the floor and look at it. It looks like another page of the story. How odd?

-You start carefully picking up page after page and looking them over. Soon enough you find yourself sat on the floor. You figured you got nothing else to do because of the storm so you settled down and started organizing this massive storybook it seemed to be. After the fifth page was found and read over you found yourself invested by the hero's story and just kept organizing it more and more not noticing the lumbering figure walking past the door and staring at you from the doorway.

-Kyogai was initially angry. He knew there was someone in his home the moment you stepped inside but he hadn't found you yet. It was starting to get on his nerves, so he was teleporting himself following the smell of human. He followed the scent all the way to the room you were in but was flabbergasted by what he saw the moment he looked into the room.

-It was a human woman obviously with a traveling pack next to her, but what confused him was the fact that she was sitting on the ground surrounded by HIS papers neatly being organized in a pile and put back together in order by the humming human. You didn't know a six foot something demon demon was literally behind you watching in confusion. Probably didn't hear his drums over the heavy rainstorm however he was bewildered at your actions, so much that he could only stare and wonder what the heck you could be up to.

-Then he hears it. The thing that seals your fate. You giggled at a page reading how the hero was so cute acting nervous around his love interest. "Aw. He's so sweet. The author knew just how to write a love scene."

-He flinches. Instantly shocked at the genuine compliment as you continue your work organizing the papers in order. Did...did you mean that? Did you really like it? He was overcome by a strange feeling of something positive. He was enthralled and captivated by the way you sweetly read his words, giggling at some scenes, and was so careful just organizing the papers in order to not wrinkle them. He's never had someone say such positive things about his work. He wonders what you'd say about his other work if he showed you.

-You finally end up looking up once you were done organizing the last page only to freeze on sight as the lumbering demon stood in the doorway staring at you intently. With one beat of a drum all doors and windows leading to the outside are locked up tightly. You're not leaving until Tanjiro comes across the mansion.

"My passion extends beyond my writing."

ENMU:

AMUSEMENT

-Look this guy is a nutcase. A manipulative little nutcase. The only way you survive is because he decides you amuse him which soon becomes an infatuation.

-you both obviously meet on the train. He's confused when you don't fall asleep from his blood demon art. Turns out you suffer from insomnia which in turn means even if he uses his hypnosis or whatever something in your brain will make it impossible for it to work. Whelp he's intrigued. Annoyed but intrigued. So he shows up in front of you to see what the deal was. Imagine his surprise when you first see him, you deck him across the face.

-A weak attack really but it catches him off guard and catches his interest when you start tackling him and deliver a few blows to his front. Turns out the headaches and crankiness you get when you can't sleep for a while can drive you into being very cranky.

-He's stunned as you hold him down and attack him which doesn't really matter since y'know he's a demon and just weak punches from a sleep deprived and angry woman isn't really gonna do any damage. At least none permanently because y'know he can regenerate. But the fact that you're not actively affected by him AND was able to still fight him like this-

-He let's out a string of giggles that has you pausing everything and staring at him with large bags under your eyes as his face goes pink. "Are you really going to throw me onto the tracks?~ Please do.~"

-WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FU-?!?!

-You're quickly confined to a railcar for a few day. Don't worry. You're able to escape later when he's ultimately killed by Rengoku and co but until then you're pretty much trapped by the giggling heart eyed demon that frequently appears between food rations and bothering you and giggling so amused as you attempt to just attack him but quickly stop after the first day because of his reactions to being punched.

"Please, Darling.~ As long as I get to have you in my hold.~"

HAIROU:

TENDERNESS

-(couldn't find a gif of this guy anywhere.) If you read the manga he's in then you know his backstory. Hairou is pretty sensitive when it comes to his fears and what Shinjuro did to him but however in a similar way to Hantengu, if given the kindness of someone who tries to understand then he'll want to cage it for his own.

-You stumbled into what you assumed was just a man curled up on the side of the road having what looks like a panic attack from what Shinjuro put him through long ago. Perhaps you're even a hunter yourself. But whatever the case is, you feel bad for this man. Sitting by close but still far away enough to respectfully give him space. You talk him about anything and even offer to show him the gun you used to hunt recently. Hairou is already fascinated by guns and no one had willingly offered to actually show him.

-even though you can't see he's a demon from how dark it is and how his hat shadows his face, you DO notice that he's dressed in soldier like attire so you assume he's a soldier of some kind and don't feel too nervous when he takes you up on your offer to look at your rifle. You can't help but feel bad when he takes it with shaking hands and aims it harmlessly at a wall. "...Is this a (insert name of a taisho era rifle here)?" "Yes! It was a gift from my uncle!" "...Your barrel needs cleaning. You should take care of that."

-Although it IS a nice model. He debats on just ending you for a moment and keeping this for himself but you take him off guard again when you offer him a cooked hunk of meat wrapped in a cloth. A piece of pheasant breast from your hunts in the mountains nearby. He's just speechless as you gently place it in his hand and take back your rifle from his other hand. "Take this. Sorrows are always less with a full stomach."

-Hairou has absolutely no idea of what to do or think. Just looking at the food you gave him before asking if you shot the bird it came from. You happily answer yes. Telling him about the funny story of how you stumbled upon a wolf den but opted out of harming them for the bird instead. In your eyes, you couldn't bring harm to the small family of pups and their parents despite their pelts being worth a lot.

-He's already in awe and shocked but now you hit the hammer over his heart. (Hairou loves wolves for those who don't know.)

-It shouldn't be too surprising that the next time you went hunting in the woods it was you who actually were being hunted. No rifle would stop a demon driven by a desire for tenderness and peace offered to him in a turmoil time of crises.

"Calm down. It's not as if you'll die."

YAHABA AND SUSAMARU:

RESPECT

-(Bare with me. I've never written for them before but I might as well add them for those who enjoy them.) You're most likely a demon working under Muzan Jackson but are crammed into working with them or you're possibly one of Muzan's human wives/girlfriends that met them but believed them to be his coworkers.

-Whatever the case you get along very well with Yahaba from the start. You respect his germophobic habits for cleanliness and try to respectfully keep from anything that might make him dirty or trigger his fears. Even not touching him without permission. He greatly admires this about you and thus you two form a great bond. No one's really respected this part of him before minus maybe Susamaru but she doesn't really count as you.

-Susamaru really doesn't get attached at all until you actually start spending more time with her. You don't yell at her for having 'fun' and even joining the both of them on missions. While Yahaba will comment on her antics being too 'messy' from time to time you don't do that at all and instead respect her way of doing things even if you personally don't agree with how she goes about things. Safe to say both of them aren't willing to let their new friend die so soon.

"You're not as fun as battling but I like having you around."

"You're a far more worthy alley than those who show how sloppy their ways are."

can i req a short scenario of muzan with a wife!reader (human or demon, it's up to you!) where they are just..so madly in love it's embarrassing for everyone else in the room (like the upper moons can't help but cringe at how in-love they are)? i've always found this idea funny lol

Like Lovesick Puppies

A/N- Hi anon, im sorry for the wait! Thank you for requesting, I had so much fun writing this short scenario, and I hope you like it!

The uppermoon meetings held a certain unprofessionalism— Mostly due to Douma’s incessant joking around, and the snide remarks that were thrown around without a second thought.

Muzan pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He should have dismantled the uppermoons long ago— dealing with their childish dramatics and continuous failures to find the single flower he had been searching for was becoming too much to bare.

‘Remember, Muzan, you need them.’ Was a thought that repeated in his mind continuously, like a mantra.

As much as Muzan hated to admit it. The uppermoons were a great advantage to his side. They truly were his sole magnum opus.

His grip tightened on the flask he held, a slight crack appeared under the pressure of Muzan’s grip.

“Dearest, are you alright?” He paused at the sound of such a sweet, melodious voice that he recognized to be yours.

He inhaled.

He exhaled.

“No.” He admitted, he was not the type to beat around the bush, after all.

Before you could speak up, he continued.

“It’s been multiple decades—and these fools have done nothing of what I asked.” His voice lowered threateningly, the fortress trembling under the controlled vexation of his voice.

At this point, the Uppermoons had all silenced themselves—if not from instinct, then from the fear of getting punished by their Lord.

“I want the Ubuyashiki family dead—Yet, even that is too much to ask for, apparently.” Muzan spat, venom and sarcasm lacing his words. The flask completely shattered under Muzan’s grasp, and a prominent vein bulged out of his forehead.

He shot you a glance, observing your patient expression.

His attention was directed to you, now.

“I understand,” you simply said, hoping he’d calm down.

He shook off the broken remainders of flask onto his desk, any freshly made cuts healing instantaneously. He head towards you—grabbing your arm in a vice grip.

You winced, trying to hold your silence—you knew better than to question your husbands antics.

“You always understand me, don’t you?” His voice in a hushed tone, which was uncharacteristic for him.

His grip on your arm loosened, he nestled his nose into the crook of your neck, feeling the slow—yet shaky rise of your chest.

“I love you,” you whispered.

He hummed in approval.

“How much do you love me, hm?” He challenged, his hands beginning to wander, both finding a place onto your waist.

“More than all the stars in the sky,”

Gyutaro almost gagged,

Daki stared at her kin in horror, what the fuck is going on? written all over her face.

The languid strums of a biwa had soon filled the fortress, and Muzan had begun to sway you side to side.

He placed a small kiss on your nose, your giggles reverberating around the fortress along with the strums of the instrument.

“Would you die for me?” Muzan inquired, his hands fastened into your hips and waist.

“Yes,” was all you replied with.

Muzan hummed, revelling in this newfound information.

“You always know how to satisfy me, don’t you, dearest?” Muzan sighed, he had not a care in the world that his subordinates had first class seats to him and his wife’s love-fest.

He loves when you try soothing his frustrations,

He loves how you obediently do as he says,

He loves how you tell him what he wants to hear,

He loves you.

He’d never say it outloud, though.

“I am infatuated with you.” Muzan finally uttered, and even you found yourself feeling surprised. That was as close to an “I love you” as you’ll get.

Akaza nearly shriveled up and died right there, he looked around to observe the others—for once, he hoped he was not the only one seeing this at the moment.

Douma looked as carefree as ever, however, he was eerily quiet as he watched Muzan cradle you steadily.

“What the hell is going on?…” Gyokko poked a head out of his vase, watching the scene before him unravel. “Why are they doing that?...” He gestured towards you and Muzan, gazing into each others eyes like lovesick puppies.

“Gyokko.” Muzan started.

“Yes.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, ok, of course, sorry.”

Ignoring Gyokko, Akaza glanced at Kokushibo, his usual indifferent expression visible—He wasn’t sure how Kokushibo could endure this torture, that took another kind of strength.

Perhaps that was why he was Uppermoon One.

“Muzan-sama…Are we…Dismissed?” Kokushibo spoke up, he clearly desired to leave, and to never speak of this again—nevermind, it seems that the amount of love between you and Muzan was too powerful for even Kokushibo to endure.

Akaza couldn’t help but humor the situation slightly.

“Get out of my sight.” Muzan spoke once again, finally giving them permission to leave.

For the first time, Akaza felt thankful towards Kokushibo, and his respect grew a tad bit more.

The whole ordeal also seemed to shut Douma up, so perhaps it wasn’t that bad.

They had all left without incident, and you and Muzan continued to embrace each other until Muzan was satisfied.

Nakime wanted to gouge her eyes out, but she stayed resilient, and continued to strum her biwa wordlessly.

Yandere VOX????

going back to my roots

to that one user thirsting for yan vox, I agree with you

FNaF 2 general Headcanons

Withered Freddy

He is still the same tbh

Nothing much changed for him and on him

He somehow drops even more dad jokes

'Raises' Toy Freddy like one would their son and the others always giggle at that

He deeply hates BB but won't show it openly, he probably doesn't even know himself why he dislikes him

Actually likes the new tunes the toy animatronics play but still prefers the songs his band used to play

Whithered Bonnie

We all know he has a lot insecurities now because of his face and his arm but mostly his face

He is the most insecure of the four and it shocks his friends to see him not only change appearance but also personality

He's now just deadpan walking around and sometimes makes a sarcastic joke or two

Though he sometimes still talks a lot and is back to his old self when he talks with the other withered animatronics

He actually doesn't hate his replacement they hangout sometime but it's more like a distant friendship

He also started to swear a lot more and it actually funny to see BB's expression when he hears those words

Withered Chica

She is a close second next to W. Bonnie when it comes to insecurities

She somehow still manages to keep that secret, she sometimes talks with Foxy and Bonnie about such stuff, and she is still very extroverted and happy

She's kinda sad she can't eat pizza anymore but she surprised herself by not caring about it that much

Loves to scare everyone with her broken voicebox and sometimes teams up with BB to annoy the others

Withered Foxy

He's not as flirty as used to be but he doesn't really care all that much

He's had his own insecurities a long time before and knows how to handle them

He turned the flirty jokes and dark jokes up a little now

He and Bonnie now take bets on who will start a 'fight' with who because the toy animatronics always manage to get into arguments

Scratches the wall with his hook and 'draws' his storys and tells them to BB

Once in a week or two he talks with the Puppet because he reminds him of golden Freddy a little

Golden Freddy

He's even more distant now

He already kept to himself but damn he sets new records for that

It isn't like he's insecure, he never really was, but he's afraid he might get a little too emotional when he sees they others

He hangs out most of the time he shows himself with the Puppet

They both are mostly silent or whisper to each other but they love to just observe what's going on in the pizzeria

Toy Freddy

He's like an average teenager

He would play fortnite if he could 100%

He sometimes tries to prank the withered animatronics but almost always fails and gets scolded by Freddy or cussed out by Bonnie

He and toy Chica make almost every day a food fight and sometimes W. Chica and W. Bonnie join

He rages relatively quickly when he loses, no matter what he's loosing at

A huge fan of ice cream, choko-mint to be specific

Toy Bonnie

He is very social but has small mood swings

One day he chats nonstop and the other he sits in W. Bonnies corner with him and talks about live

Is a little clumsy but covers it up by using a joke he got from W. Foxy or W. Freddy

He loves slushys(ya know what I mean, right?)

He always empties the machine and tries to mix every flavor possible

Has also no concersln about himself when he wants to win a bet and makes all types of crazy stuff

Toy Chica

She loves to talk with W. Chica and is from her personality a lot like her original

Sadly has no taste in music and somehow ends up with everyone teasing her about it

But she can tease back and she is very good at making people flustered

She can also be very sassy

Loves lollipops and would probably also love cotton candy

Mangle

my poor bby

She is very distant from the others

Has a lot of insecurities, knows that they should talk about it, but doesn't have a clue how to talk about her problems

Since mostly static comes from their voicebox they don't have that much courage to talk

But sometimes she talks with others, the others can understand W. Chica even though her voicebox is almost just as broken, most times they talk with W. Foxy or hang around Puppet because they find their presence comforting

Puppet

Is the calmest but also the most caring of everyone

Is almost like a therapist for everyone

They mostly keep to themselves but don't mind a nice soul keeping them company

Has a nice laugh wich reminds one of a small child

'Protects' BB when he once again gets in trouble for one of his pranks

Once in a blue moon they tease one of their friends in a fun, harmless way but they don't do that often because they are worried of hurting someones feelings

Baloon Boy

The biggest troublemaker of them all

But also the worst

Has distorted his laugh to scare the toy animatronics multiple times and got his ass almost yeeted across the pizzeria

Puppet is his safe zone

He loves cotton candy, he inhales that shit

Tied to learn the guitar on multiple occasions but somehow he can't learn it

Mad respect tho, he won't stop trying

He laughs at almost every joke, no matter if he understands or not

A Daring Creature -Part 3

Zestial x fem angel reader

note: I hope you like it!!!

Word count: 1792

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3

Zestial started looking everywhere for her, even sending out some of his contracts to search for her.

Y/n had been walking around town with Angel Dus when she saw a familiar figure running her way, it was Edward. IT WAS EDWARD!!! WHAT TIME WAS IT?! OMG, she had completely lost time and worried Zestial and Edward.

"Y/N! Where have you been?!" The older man scolded her. "Zestial is sending everyone out to look for you!"

"Wait, like the Zestial?" Angel Dust asked. "Don't tell me you're in trouble with that old fucker, I doubt anyone could protect you if so."

"It's fine, we're friends. I probably worried him." She turned to Edward. "I'm sorry Ed."

"It's fine, just let's go now!"

The two quickly made it back to the manor, with Zestial arriving only five minutes later after he heard news of her being found.

"WHERE WERE THOU?!" He yelled at Y/n who was looking down at her feet. "Thee couldst hast been discovered! Or worse, hath been killed!"

"I know I shouldn't have sneaked out but you shouldn't have looked me in another stupid mansion when you promised to take me out!" She yelled back.

"Thou art so irritating." He mumbled while holding his hand on his forehead.

"If you had just upheld your end of the deal I wouldn't be so IrRiTaTiNg."

"Edward, please taketh her away."

"Yes, my lord." Edward stepped forward. "Come on Y/n, let's get you back to your room."

"Fine."

"I know I shouldn't have snuck out but he didn't need to yell at me for it!" Y/n complained. "I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions!"

Edward sighed, "I think we all know you are an adult but you don't know hell. Anything could have happened to you." He frowned. "Do you know how worried I was when I heard you were missing?"

"I'm sorry Ed." She opened the door to her bedroom and plopped down on her bed. "I didn't want to worry you but... Zestial is just so frustrating! He says he'll show me around and then locks me up again."

"Perhaps, he's just worried about you too."

"I doubt that. He just wants to use me for his own personal gain."

"You never know." Edward closed the door after he left.

Y/n was left alone in a room, again. Ugh! Why was Zestial such a stuck up, lying asshole. There is no way that man cared about her. He just wanted to use her without actually putting any effort into his side of the deal.

She slowly fell asleep with her, still in her normal clothes.

"I doth not understand her." Zestial complained to Edward. "Wherefore wouldst a blesseth being risketh her life for something as foolish as exploring hell? And Wherefore wilt she beest so stubborn about it?"

"If I'm allowed to give my opinion, sir?" Once he was sure Zestial didn't object to it, he continued. "Y/n is a very free-spirited soul. She takes risks, even when it endangers her do, and uplifts the people around her to be as happy and carefree as her. You won't be able to control her as you would like too."

"Then what doth thee suggesteth I doth with her?"

"The easiest is to just go along with her. It might be a bit risky but I trust that she can handle herself in an emergency and I'm sure you'll come to like her entics too of you give her a chance."

"I seeth."

The whole night, Zestial stayed awake mulling over Edward's advice. He could give it a chance and so long he is there, Y/n wouldn't be discovered as an angel too easily.

Y/n woke up with an awful feeling like she was being watched. She carefully opened her eyes to find Zestial sitting in the corner of her room working on some documents or something alike.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Putteth thy coat backeth on." He looked up into her eyes. "We art going out."

Y/n looked at the overlord confused. "We are?" She questioned.

"Yes, we art." Zestial stood up and made his way to the door. "Beest downstairs in twenty minutes."

The angel was left dumbfounded in her room. What just happened?

Waiting downstairs were Zestial and Edward, already ready to go out.

"Wait, you're actually taking me out and not dropping me off somewhere?" Y/n pulled up the hood of her coat.

"Yes", Zestial answered, "we shall beest getting breakfast and seeth where all goeth from there."

Edward opened the door. "After you my lord."

The three made their way down town into a more classy area. It was still very hellish but the shops were more refined and less damaged. They finally arrived at a restaurant called Hell's Kitchen, which sounded quite familiar to Y/n but she shook it off.

A waiter came up to them by the door and let them to their table. The restaurant had pristine white walls, tiles and tablecloths. As Y/n was looking around the waiter brought them their plates and an absurd amount of cutlery; three forks, three knifes and three spoons each. They were also handed the menu.

"What are some dishes that I can only get down here in hell?" Y/n asked looking at all the options.

"Anything really," Edward answered, "every ingredient down here in hell tastes starkly different than on earth."

"Then I think I'll take the... Screaming pancakes?" She looked over the menu again and realised they all had such weird names; wrath's toast, imp wrap, devilled eggs, no wait that one's actually normal.

Everyone had put in their order and Zestial and Edward got lost in a conversation Y/n didn't care enough about to pay attention to. Instead she took in the rest of the demon's that dined here. It was obvious this establishment was targeting the higher class.

At one table sat a blue birdman dressed in a fine suit with a younger girl, probably his daughter, dressed in a more emo-style attire.

At another table sat a girl in a pretty dress with blond hair and clown cheeks. Across from her sat a young man dressed in green. His hat has was decorated with yellow eyes and teeth.

At a table much closer to hers sat another two demons. One of which she could only see the back of; a woman with white hair and a beautiful, large hat. The man who she was dining with was completely dressed in red. On top of his head stood two antlers and a set of deer ears.

Y/n hadn't realised she had been staring until the demon looked right at her, she quickly looked away but the damage had already been done. She could hear footsteps coming her way. When she dared to look up, the man was hovering over her.

"Good morning Zestial," the man greeted him like an old friend, "it's not like you to eat breakfast out. What's the special occasion?" The demon had a strange voice, almost like she was listening to a radio and not a man speaking right next to her.

"It is nothing special, Alastor," Zestial answered calmly, "I am simply taking two of mine own servants out to consume a fine breakfast."

"I've never seen this one around before." Alastor pointed to Y/n. "Is she a new contract of yours?"

"Yes, the lady hast been untrusted under mine own care."

"Don't you think it's rude to wear a hood whilst inside?" Alastor asked.

"She is an exception." Zestial stayed calm, knowing it will only arise suspicion if he acted any differently.

"I see... Is she also the one you were thinking about when you were distracted yesterday?" Alastor knew he was pulling his leg with this one bit the hooded stranger could mean a possible weakness to exploit.

"No." Zestial's sounded slightly irritated. "I wast not restful yesterday, wherefore I wast not paying attention. It hadst nothing to doth with Y/n."

"You sound tense," the other overlord jested, "I'll leave you be. Enjoy your breakfast."

When Y/n was sure Alastor was out of earshot, she turned to Zestial and Edward. "Who was that?"

"He is the Radio Demon," Edward answered.

"One of the strongest human souls in hell," Zestial explained, "If it be true thee wouldst ever cometh across him on thy owneth, runneth the other way. He is one of the lastest demons thee wanteth to figure out thy secret."

"Undertood."

Through the whole breakfast, the Radio Demon had kept an eye on her. It creeped her out, so once they were finished, she was happy to get out of there.

"Where to!?" Y/n asked while skipping.

"Thee may hath chosen. We art here for thee after all."

"Hmm, do you have fun stuff here?" She asked, "like an arcade, a museum with hell's history and stuff or maybe a theatre!"

"I am afraid we doth not hasts museums, however, I couldst taketh thee to a theatre." Zestial led the way with Edward and Y/n following behind.

The day went by with a breeze. The theatre ended up being an actual theatre, not a movie theatre to Y/n's surprise. After bickering back and forth between Y/n and Zestial, they ended up going with her choice; Immoral, based on a popular pride ring franchise Sorcerer of Shizz. While it was not of Zestial's usual tastes, he enjoyed the amazed look in the angel's eyes.

After that they walked around in one of the few well maintained parks in hell. Y/n jumped from flowerbed to flowerbed, looking at the strange hellflowers. It put a smile on the overlords face.

"Look at this one!" She yelled. "It's beautiful!"

As Zestial made his way to her crouching down form, his eye caught the flower that had entranced the angel. The pride hydrangea was hell's version of the normal hydrangea but it's blue colour had a reddish hue to it when held in the light, bigger and...

"Its pollen art poisonous." Zestial reached his hand out and plucked one. "However having one or two around shouldst not beest much of a problem." He delicately held the flower between his fingers, slowly bringing it to Y/n's face and putting it behind her ear. "Taketh one."

"Thank you." She smiled brightly at the others kind jester.

As everyone got tired they made their way back home. Once there Zestial immediatly went to his office, Edward brought Y/n a very small vase for the flower and she dropped down on her bed.

Zestial had grabbed a book from his shelve and continued his notes in it, thinking back on the day the whole time. Edward wast right, the overlord thought, it wast easier to wend along with her antics. And perhaps he enjoyed her antics.

"Edward," Zestial called upon his contractee.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Cleareth out mine own schedule for this Wednesday," Zestial ordered, "and asketh Y/n where she wanteth to wend to."

Part 4- unfinished

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VALENTINO X DAUGHTER READER

PART 1 (part 2)

Summary: Being Valentino's daughter, you should be used to this, right? You should know him, right? But you really don't.

Genre: Smut, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Psychological

Note: Val is referred to as Daddy throughout, Readers age is not specified

WARNINGS: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Incest, Sexual themes, Sex scene (not involving Val or Reader), Val is an asshole, Val is a psycho, Sexual talk, Non-Con themes,

(SPOILER WARNINGS) Val forces reader to watch sex scene in shoot, Val undresses reader, Val asks reader sexual questions

Let me know if i missed any!

(Partially proof read)

The room is colder than usual, a lot colder. Even with the pink heater right next to your bed you still feel a chill go through your body. You can't even begin to reach out to make the room warmer, hands so shaky and stiff you feel like you'd die of hypothermia if you even tried to adjust the heater. 

So there you lay, wrapped in blankets of silk and soft fur and pink hues. You shiver, you sniffle, you even cry a little. 

Then after what feels like forever, the door to the room opens softly. You can barely peek over the covers, but you do anyway. You see Daddy's figure over the fluffy blanket, walking into the dark room and shrugging off his fur coat. He then flicks on the light switch, causing your eyes to water at the swift adjustment of light. Then Daddy looks over to you, wings floating hypnotizingly behind him like a cape. Every step makes you warmer, wanting to feel your Daddy's warm hand atop your head. 

"Oh my baby, you look so awful!" He gasps, jolting towards you so he can place his hand against your forehead. You feel comfort as you reply with a raspy 'hi'. 

"No, no, no. Baby we must get these blankets off you, you're burning up!" Daddy says, pulling the two thick blankets from your shaky frail body. You whine, trying to pull the blankets to your body again, but Daddy swats your hand away. “No, Baby. You can't have all those blankets on you. You’ll kill yourself, I can't let that happen to my precious girl, hm?” 

“But I'm cold..” you whine, voice crackly and sick as you sink yourself deeper into your pajamas. Daddy flashes a toothy smile, showing his bright golden tooth similar to your own. “I know you’re cold, but if you keep putting those fucking blankets on you you’ll just get more cold,” Daddy says, pushing your arms away from yourself so he can begin to unbutton your pajamas. You gasp, pushing his hand away. 

“What are you doing, dad?” You ask, re-buttoning the button he undid. Daddy pushes you back down to the bed softly, with his large hands against your chest. “Daddy.” he corrects, “I’m taking off these pajamas so you can cool down, doll. You can't be wearing these pajamas.” 

“O-oh.. okay Daddy,” you say, relaxing beneath Daddy’s touch as you watch him unbutton your buttons one by one. There's this weird feeling in your stomach that you can't really pinpoint, but you don't want it to stop either.. Every single button reveals a new patch of skin, a new area to Daddy and you like it. 

—

Today was the first day you could come with Daddy to one of his shoots, and you couldn't be more excited. Daddy is always open about his job, and sex, and really anything to do with the idea of sex. You've met Angel before, who is the person you’re going to see today in the shoot. Daddy even helped you pick out a good outfit, though most of your wardrobe is courtesy of Velvette. He'd ended up picking a cute dress for you and a fluffy red coat that kind of matches his own. 

“Okay baby, let me remind you that you can't talk during filming, but feel free to ask me any sexy questions you have.” He grins, his gaze dark. “Also don't go anywhere without asking, I don't wanna lose you in the many holes we have in the studio,” Daddy laughs, poking your cheek as he opens the door to the studio, pushing you in with a hand on the small of your back. 

Immediately you’re faced with many pairs of naked breasts and crotches, causing you to flush as you cover your eyes.

“Hello everyone! I apologize for the hold up, I was helping my daughter pick an outfit!” He presents you like a golden prize, though when he looks down at your small figure all he can see is your red face and covered eyes. He leans down to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Baby,” he says rather softly, “It's rude not to stare. Take a look around at my sex dungeon! They don't bite~” Daddy assures, watching as you take your hands from your face, looking around with a red face. 

“Okay everyone, let's start from the top, shall we? Do we have everyone?” 

An assistant finds themself at Daddy’s side, tapping his shoulder. He looks down at them, slightly annoyed as he nods.

“Um sir, we’re missing Angel Dust again, he wouldn't pick up the phone and we-” 

“He what? I told him multiple fucking times that today my daughter was coming- and you’re telling me he’s NOT FUCKING HERE!?” Daddy yells, causing you to flinch at his anger. This is usual for Daddy, yes, but he never gets so angry around you. He has tantrums, he yells, he throws things. But never around you. 

Suddenly he looks back to you, leaning down to your level. You can tell he's angry, very fucking angry. But he would never be angry at you. No. Never. 

“Baby, little issue. It appears Angel decided he had better things to do than fucking show up. So I'm just going to step out for a moment, okay? Make yourself comfortable on Daddy's chair for me, alright?” He says, squeezing your cheek as you look up at him with large eyes. You nod, looking over at the chair he's referring to before sitting on it, pulling your knees to your chest immediately as you do. Daddy smiles, patting your head. 

“Good girl,” Daddy purrs, turning around. “I’ll be right back,” he says, before stepping out of the room into a door you don't recognize. 

The chair he told you to sit on is beautiful, looking like a pair of mogh wings similar to the ones daddy has. Though they seem more like butterfly wings, really, up close almost having a regal feeling about it. You can't help but turn around on the chair, sitting on your knees as you drag your hand against the wire framing.

You don't know much about Daddy's job, really. You feel like you do, but you really don't. Being here, in the studio feels so new, despite every single time Daddy has talked about his studio to you. 

And the Daddy you saw today is also different. He is bigger, scarier, more intimidating and regal. Whilst the daddy you know is sweet, fun, cuddly, and soft. It's different, and you’re not sure you like this difference. He can't be like this actually though, right? He's just putting on a mask to keep his employees in line, right? 

Daddy’s chair reminds you of him. It's nice and pretty, and yet thin and odd. You don't understand him, and you like it that way. 

But do you? Do you really like not knowing him? 

You pull your coat tighter on your body, nuzzling into the soft fabric and familiar smell of Daddy’s perfume. You kind of miss Velvette right now. She's like a sister to you. She makes you so many clothes, she goes with you to Cafe’s, and she most of all knows you. 

You realize during this entire time you’ve been in your head Daddy has been outside of the room, and you’ve been in a room with a bunch of naked people. Maybe you could get comfortable with this, comfortable in the studio. 

With a bang of the door against the wall you see daddy stomping into the room, towards where you are currently sitting on your knees the wrong way around on his chair. He looks annoyed, very annoyed. Almost furious. Or he does until he meets eyes with you, immediately looking happy and chipper like he usually does. He smiles at you, before muttering something to his assistant and turning back to you. 

“Okay baby, he’s coming. Just a little miscommunication, he forgot it was today. Even though I told him fucking 100 times-” Daddy’s eye twitches in annoyance, before he remembers who he's talking to and smiles again. “He won't be long,” He says, picking you up effortlessly and sitting down, placing you on his lap. 

“Did you yell at him?” You ask, placing your hands against his broad chest. Daddy looks down, surprised; then he smiles, stroking your hair back and placing his hand on your lower back. “Well I had to, Baby. How else would I get my bitches to behave?” He asks, pulling you closer to him. You frown, looking at the ground. “I dunno.. maybe just be nice to them?” 

Daddy tilts his head, face unreadable. 

“What's that going to do? I don't want a bunch of brats running around my studio, baby. What Daddy does in his work is for a reason, baby. No need to question me, okay?” He says, placing up a figurative wall at the idea of treating his employees with more kindness. You nod, however. He's right, isn't he? You don't know anything about this, maybe you just have to be mean. 

Once again, a loud bang fills the room as a door hits the wall, angel dust running in obviously stressed and anxious. He looks around, before looking at Val and sprinting over. 

“I'm so sorry Val, I completely forgot. It won't happen again, I promise-” Daddy hushes him, a hand firm against your lower back. “Now now, Angel. It's fine. Just go over there and take off your clothes, we’re already behind schedule.” Daddy says, voice rather pensive yet commanding. Angel nods quickly, running over to his dressing room, emerging quickly completely naked. You blush, watching Angel run over to the set butt naked. 

The set is simple, a single couch, coffee table, and background wall with a heart pattern. Daddy said this shoot was about Angel’s Ex breaking in and…  raping him. Daddy said that rape is a very popular genre so he does a lot of them. Yet the idea makes you feel sick. 

“Baby, why so red? I can't have my baby girl be a prude,” Daddy utters, looking down at you through his heart shaped glasses. You shake your head, “No, I'm not.. I’m just not used to all this..” you look around. “Nudity..” You say, looking down at Daddy's hand as it moves to your bare thigh. Your leg tingles from Daddy’s golden claws. 

“Oh don’t worry Baby, you’ll get used to it~” Daddy purrs, leaning down to your ear. “Especially when we get to the fucking,” Daddy chuckles darkly, squeezing your thigh as he looks over to the director and nods. The direction squacks “ACTION!” And the scene begins. Immediately you can tell that Angel does not know how to act very well, but he does a good job nonetheless. 

“Oh no! It's my killer ex! W-what are you.. uh.. doing here!?” Angel yells, covering his bare crotch as his “ex” walks onto camera. He's a big strong guy with broad shoulders and pointy ears, wearing a signature ‘cool guy’ outfit with leather and chains. He grins, walking over to Angel's naked figure. 

“I’m gonna fuck you! Cause I miss you so much-” 

“Oh no! Someone save me!” Angel wails, placing a hand against his forehead as he leans back, as if he's a damsel in distress. Immediately the large man pounces onto Angel, tearing off his pants and shoving his large cock into Angel’s.. ass.. “No one’s saving you!” 

“Daddy,” you whisper, looking up at Daddy with wide eyes. “Yes Baby?” He whispers, thumb pressing into your inner thigh. “This scene is very…” you look over at the set, where Angel is getting railed by the large guy. “Brutal..” Daddy chuckles, placing a hand on your knee and shifting you so you straddle his thigh, facing the scene. “That's the point baby, this is how Daddy makes his money.” 

He places his sharp golden pointer fingers against your cheeks, making sure you face the scene and can't look away. You gulp, feeling a discomfort fill you as you watch the scene. Watch Daddy’s work. 

You feel Daddy's warm breath against your ear, raspy as he whispers, “Does he look like he's enjoying it?” Daddy asks, you answer, “No,” Daddy chuckles, “Good,” you feel his teeth against your ear, sharp and threatening. “Does it look like he's starting to enjoy it?” 

You look at the scene. 

“A little..” 

“Good, does it look sexy?” Daddy asks, closer to your ear than before, you can almost hear every syllable articulated. “...yes?” 

“Good” 

Daddy's hands are tighter on your face, making you look as the big one cums in Angel. 

“Do you like it?” 

You gulp, feeling Daddy's tongue against your ear. He’s just playing, right? 

“Y-yes..?” 

“Good girl,” he moves one hand to your thigh, lowering it so it's on your inner thigh. 

You see Daddy’s glowing pink eyes in the corner of your vision. 

“Are you wet, baby?” 

You gasp, feeling him lick his rough tongue firmly against your ear. 

“Yes,” 

Daddy presses just the knuckle of his pinky finger against your panties. 

“Perfect.” 

“CUT!” 

Daddy’s hands are immediately off of you. You can't see straight, your stomach in shambles. 

“Okay, let's set up the set for the next one!” The director yells. 

You look up at Daddy, who is looking at Angel. 

He was just playing, 

Right? 

Headcanons: Kokushibo and Muzan with a shy S/O

Kokushibo

Kokushibo doesn't mind that you don't want to be in most social settings. In fact, due to his reserved nature, he's perfectly fine with it.

He loves to spend time with you, especially since you two can enjoy each others company without speaking.

Overprotective of you. To unhealthy levels.

Kokushibo would never admit it, but he finds how easily you blush adorable. Just one touch or kiss and you are already a blushing mess.

Not a fan of PDA. Still, he would make an exception if he sees you need reassurance in public. Encouraging words included.

"Your efforts are admirable."

When you start stuttering, he patiently waits for you to fully say what you need. He doesn't care how long it takes.

If anyone dares to make fun of you due to your shyness, Kokushibo would deal with them. Making them understand they made the worst mistake of their lifes.

Muzan

Muzan appreciates that you think things through before doing or saying anything.

After a meeting with his very noisy subordinates, he loves nothing more than to get back home with you. Just reading by your side, in silence, helps him soothe his nerves.

Would force you to look at him when you kiss. He doesn't like when you advert your eyes when he's about to share an intimate moment with you.

Muzan takes pride in the fact that he's one of the few people who fully knows you.

He orders one of his subordinates to stay by your side when he has to leave. Muzan doesn't want anyone to take advantage of you just because you have difficultes dismissing people or saying no.

In order to help you be more confident of yourself, Muzan brings some of his subordinates for you to command.

"Order them around. Don't restrain yourself."

He doesn't care if you don't want to do so. For him, it's for your own good.

Sweet Elixir

Pairing: Sub! Human Muzan and Dom! Female Reader

Summary: When your father is called out to his most disagreeable patient, Muzan Kibutsuji, you accompany him as his apprentice. You're told to expect a monster, but what you find is a bitter yet beautiful man in need of solace.

Content Guidance: NSFW. Overstimulation, face-sitting, mentions of death, creampies.

Taglist: @scaraza @fairydollsteps @i-literally-cant-with-this

"His mother named him Muzan because he is an accursed creature," your father explained to you as you made your way toward the Kibutsuji estate. "You do not have to speak to him. In fact, you can stay outside on the engawa when we arrive and I'll bear the brunt of his ire."

A tangled knot of nerves sat in your chest as autumn leaves crunched beneath your feet. The air was growing cooler in the later months, but that wasn’t the reason for the chill which ran down your spine. As your father's apprentice, you often accompanied him to his patients' homes. It wasn't unusual for the sick and wounded to lash out in frustration or pain, and you knew not to take their outbursts personally, but for your father to warn you this way… It could only mean this man– Muzan Kibutsuji – was far worse than any you had met before.

By the time you reached the mansion, anxiety had sunk in its claws and made camp beneath your rib-cage. You slipped off your shoes and tiptoed through the house, feeling like a child once more as you followed a step behind your father. 

"Remember, do not speak to him unless he gives you permission," your father whispered. "And do not let him think you pity him. Nothing angers him more than pity."

"I won't."

"And try not to make too much noise."

"Okay."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather wait outside?"

Right– that had been an option, hadn't it? Honestly, you weren't exactly certain what was driving you on through the silent halls. Perhaps curiosity. Or perhaps the lingering air of sadness you felt compelled to try to heal. After all, what use would you be as a doctor if you ran in fear from your patients?

But the moment you laid eyes on the man you had been told to fear, your anxiety melted away like a snowflake on the tip of your tongue. Because Muzan Kibutsuji was beautiful.

"Doctor," the lord’s voice was like smoke and honey as he greeted your father with thinly-veiled contempt. He didn't acknowledge your presence at all as he sat up slowly on his futon. "You're late."

"My apologies, Lord Kibutsuji."

Muzan's tired eyes were the same reddish-brown as jasper, his hair as black as blood beneath moonlight, spilling down his back in gentle waves. His skin was alabaster, so pale it seemed he had never felt the sun's kiss.

As the young lord and your father discussed his treatment, you found yourself entirely transfixed by him, your study of medicine almost entirely forgotten for the moment. Instead your thoughts were consumed by every movement of Muzan's slender hands, the urge to run your fingers through his ebony waves, the desire to kiss his downturned mouth. But most of all, you craved to hear that dark and alluring voice crack. 

"I'll fetch the equipment to begin mixing your remedy, Lord Muzan. I'll be back in just a moment," your father said, snapping you from your reverie. He gave you a reassuring look, that if you found yourself in trouble or otherwise uncomfortable, you could come and find him.

But you were far from uncomfortable. 

"Good morning, my Lord," you said.

Muzan simply looked at you with a disdainful glower. "Why are you here?"

"To assist your doctor."

"Is he so inept he can't do the job himself?"

"No," you lifted your chin in defiance. "My father is a fine doctor–"

"Your father…so I'm a family project? A father-daughter bonding exercise?"

Your eyes narrowed. "No. I'm learning the skills of my father's craft."

"Ah, so you’re a scholar of failure." Muzan smirked. "I assume your father has given you information on my condition?"

"Only your disposition."

He laughed softly, the sound like distant thunder. "I'm sure he did. Tell me, do I meet expectations? Do you find me as disagreeable as I’m certain he does?"

"Actually, not at all." The corner of your mouth lifted for a moment. "I find you rather pleasant."

It was barely perceptible, but his carmine eyes widened slightly at your words. "Pleasant? I've been told I'm many things, but never that. What exactly about me is pleasant?" There was an earnestness to his tone, as if he sincerely wished to hear something positive about himself. “Come closer.”

You were more than happy to oblige the wishes of a dying man. You wanted to praise him, to let him know how beautiful he was, and make him feel something other than misery. But the moment you stepped forward and opened your mouth to speak, your father reentered the room, carrying a tray full of supplies; little bundles of herbs and bottles of ingredients, measuring equipment, and a ceramic pestle and mortar.

He approached the futon like he was approaching a snarling tiger’s cage, the bottles on the tray rattling and telegraphing his trembling. 

"Doctor," Muzan said suddenly, causing your father to flinch. "I need you to go into town for me. Your assistant may prepare and administer my medication."

Your father blinked in surprise. "Lord Muzan?"

"I require tea."

"T-tea?" 

A small surge of guilt rose in your chest. Your poor father was being treated as an errand boy instead of a doctor. But that surge was quickly quelled by the knowledge that your father's absence would mean that you and Muzan would be alone. And he wanted it.

You gave your father a reassuring nod and a gentle smile. “All will be well. I’m quite certain I can give Lord Kibutsuji what he needs.”

A few minutes later your father was gone. Walking to the closest town would take half an hour each way, so you had plenty of time alone with the intriguing man.

“Now then,” the lord said softly as you knelt at the foot of his futon and began to prepare the medicine according to your father’s notes. Muzan’s eyes followed your every movement, sharp and curious despite his obvious fatigue. “I believe you were about to pay me a compliment.”

You smiled as you used the pestle to grind the specified herbs into a fine paste. “I was. What kind of compliment would you like? Should I draw attention to your demeanor or your looks?”

The man’s lips stretched slightly, as a faint smile graced his features. “Both.”

“Well, you’re clearly very intelligent and quick with your retorts.”

“Hm, go on.” Muzan smirked, clearly enjoying the pampering to his ego. “What else?”

“You are without doubt the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on,” you said, casually scraping the contents of the mortar into a mixing bowl. “And I’d very much like to fuck you.”

Muzan sat very still for a long time, simply watching you finish preparing the medicine. If not for the quickened rhythm of his breaths, you might have suspected he was completely unaffected by your comments. 

“You’re very forward,” he said finally.

“Do you believe you have time for coyness?”

It was a harsh question, one which visibly affected him. Some part of him knew, just as you did, that short of divine intervention, he was doomed. He glanced down at his lap, pulling in a steadying breath. “No. I don’t.”

Pity was at best wasted on him, and at worst the gravest insult. So you didn’t offer it. 

Instead, you shuffled along his futon, straddling his thighs as you held out the bowl of medicine for him to sip from. “So, would you like to be fucked?”

Striking mahogany eyes drifted up the length of your body, drinking in your curves as if your vitality was contagious. When finally they met your gaze, he leaned forward, placing his lips obediently on the rim of the bowl as you tipped it for him. He drank down the bitter remedy, his eyes never leaving yours.

When the bowl was empty he spoke. “Yes,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I want you to fuck me.”

Setting the bowl aside, you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, relishing the way his body shivered at the sensation. His eyes closed, and his lips parted around a stuttering breath of anticipation. He was, you quickly discovered, extremely receptive to the sensation, groaning and gasping, close to losing his composure entirely from a simple suck on his bottom lip. 

Oh, this would be delicious. 

He kissed you back, tentative and inexperienced at first, then slowly growing in confidence as you let him know he was doing well with a quiet but heartfelt moan. Despite your lack of pity, you weren’t entirely ignorant of his sickness. You paid attention to his breathing, to the racing of his pulse as you rested your fingers on his neck, giving him respite when you felt it became too frantic.

"We're going to go slowly," you whispered against Muzan's trembling lips. 

A frustrated growl sounded at the back of his throat. "Do not think you have to be gentle with me."

"I said we would go slow, I never promised to be gentle. My father won't be back for a while, and I intend to make good use of every minute we have together." You traced the outline of his lip with the tip of your index finger, making him shudder. "Is that okay?"

Muzan's throat flexed as his eyes fluttered shut. "Oh~ yes."

He was putty in your hands as you clasped his jaw between your fingers and pulled him in for another kiss. Your tongue teased his before returning your attention to his bottom lip, biting into the plump flesh to make it abundantly clear that he was yours.

"Yes~" Muzan sucked in a breath, elegant fingers twisting in the fabric of your clothes gathered at your hips.

"Tell me what you want," you purred, bowing your head to lick a long stripe up the column of his throat, feeling it flex and vibrate beneath your tongue as he groaned in pleasure. 

"Everything," he whispered. “Gods, please, I want to feel it all.”

He submitted to you so easily, surrendering the power of his social standing with just a few kisses. There was a desperation in his eyes, and an eagerness to be led and to please. And you could tell this was new to him. He had never felt so compelled to follow orders. It excited him. His pupils were blown out as he gazed up at you. 

"I'm going to show you how to make me come," you told him, standing from the futon to undress. 

He watched you in fascination, his eyes drawn to your every movement; your hands working open your belt, the sway of your breasts as you freed them from your clothing, the crease in your belly as you stepped out of the garment. At that moment he was besotted.

His breaths were shallow, his pale cheeks dusted with the faintest blush. "Let me kiss you." 

Turning to him with a flat, disapproving glance, your heart secretly swelled at the knowledge he desired you. "Manners." 

The defiance in his eyes only lasted a heartbeat; more instinct than true feeling. Muzan was used to getting his own way, a spoiled, pampered noble lord… but he was wrapped around your little finger, and desperate to earn approval. "Please… I want to kiss you."

“Ah,” you chuckled victoriously. “You’re so obedient. Tell me, where would you like to kiss me?” 

His gaze dropped between your thighs, his lips opening and closing around silent syllables.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, even though you had a strong inclination toward the reason for his hesitation. "It's too vulgar to utter– is that it?” You chuckled, approaching him and helping him remove his nightshirt. “If your tongue is too shy to even say a word, how do you ever expect to please me with it?” 

Standing astride his legs, you gently pulled back the blanket to see him fully. As expected his body was as pale as his face; lean and lithe… and beautiful. His cock was hard, and already so dark at the tip you suspected the slightest touch would cause him to erupt. So instead, you dragged your thumb over his lips, relishing the way they parted around a silent plea. 

“Well, my pretty lord? Can you say it for me?”

A low, wanton groan emerged from him as he gazed up at you. “Your cunt. Please… please let me taste your cunt.”

He begged so nicely, your pussy throbbed at the sound of his desperation. Oh, you could listen to him gasp and plead all day, but your own desire was just as ardent as his, and your time was limited. 

But before you began you needed to know the limitations of his ailing body. "Very good. Now,  how should I have you do it? Shall I stand like this, or shall I have you lie back so I can sit on that handsome, noble face?"

“Oh, fuck…” he released a shaking breath, skating his hands along the sides of your calves. “Sit… sit please… please…”

A shiver of excitement ran through your body as he lay back and took a gasping breath of anticipation. Oh, he was so far gone and you hadn’t even so much as touched him below the shoulders. That your father saw fit to warn you of this man was hilarious to you now. He was nothing but obedient, eager, and desperate for your pussy. 

“Good boy,” you whispered as you got into position, kneeling on his pillow with his face between your thighs. He was damn near panting, turning his head to kiss your inner thighs as you continued speaking.“If you need me to get off you, I want you to tap my thigh four times quickly, like this.” You demonstrated for him, then had him do the same to you. “Good. Now, I’m not going to be gentle with you.”

“I don’t want you to be.” He released a deep breath. “Just let me taste you. Please.” 

Without further warning you leaned forward on your hands and lowered your hips, pushing your cunt onto his eager tongue. Right away he clamped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as a hungry growl emerged from him, vibrating through your core. 

Muzan ate you like a rabid beast feasting on your tender flesh. The slick heat of his ravenous tongue was almost more than you could bear. He lapped ferociously at your cunt, as though your essence was the elixir to his condition.

“Fuuuuck,” you ground out as you found your back arching from the sensation. 

Gods, he was relentless, licking and sucking your clit as if his life depended on it. The man was drunk on the taste of you, groaning and slurping as you ground your pussy against his insatiable mouth. The lips you had been warned only uttered vitriol and sin, worshiped you with fervent hunger. 

You pulled away, tormenting you both as he let out a desperate whimper. 

“No. Come back,” his voice was tinged with anguish as you denied him. “Pleasepleaseplease. Let me make you cum.”

You took a moment to relish his pleas before sitting back down and pulling a muffled cry of relief from him. His cock wept rivers of pre-cum, his hands, sinking into the plush softness of your thighs as he resumed his licking. 

There was no skill to his ministrations; only feral determination. He lay the flat of his tongue over your clit and dragged it back and forth, the only sounds in that silent house his smothered groans, your gasping breaths, and the lewd wet sounds of his tongue on your cunt.

It was too much. And it was perfect. 

He tore you apart at the seams, sending you careening into your orgasm. You choked out a cry as powerful throbs of near unbearable pleasure rocked though your body and you ground your pussy against his eager mouth.

When your pleasure subsided you shuffled down to straddle Muzan’s stomach, his erection pressed against your ass as you gazed down at his blushing face. Gods, the man was in a stupor as you dragged your thumb once more over his lips, spreading the gloss of your essence over them. The light caught them so prettily as he gazed at you with half-lidded eyes.

“That was lovely,” you told him as he closed his eyes and whimpered with need. “You did very well for me, Muzan.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly as his cock twitched behind you. His eyes were glazed over, his breaths coming in shallow pants. This man was born to a high status but his soul and his cock craved submission. “Please fuck me now. I need to cum.”

A shock of pleasure ran through your body as he parted his lips, licking the tip of your thumb, savoring every drop of your nectar. “Mm… shall I ride you?”

“Yes, Gods yes, that’s what I want. I want– I need your wet cunt on my cock.”

A grin pulled at the corners of your mouth as the vulgarity slipped from his lips as naturally as breath. Arousal made him far bolder. You could happily tease him all day, delay his release until his pleas echoed around the house, but time was pressing on and you needed to know the feeling of his cock in you just as desperately as he needed your cunt.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you told him. “But I will take an herbal tea which should prevent–”

“I don’t care,” Muzan interrupted, his brattish, noble demeanor emerging slightly. “Get yourself pregnant if you want. Use me to make yourself a little heir to the Kibutsuji wealth and ensure your fortune when I’m dead. I’ll even write a letter confirming it’s mine. I don’t care. I have no fucking love for my family. I just want to feel your pretty cunt around my cock.”

Even submitting to you like this, he was wicked at heart. Then again, perhaps so were you. 

You couldn’t help but smirk as you lifted your hips and aligned yourself with him, letting the fat head of his cock press against your entrance. Muzan’s lips parted around a shivering breath as his eyes widened in anticipation.

You paused. “Let me hear you ask nicely. One more time.”

“Oh, Gods, why do you insist on tormenting me?"

You cocked an eyebrow at his little rebellion. "I could deny your release, Muzan. I could keep you on the edge until the moment my father walks in here–"

"Please, I'm sorry. Just… please fuck me. I want to feel it. I want to know…” 

“Good boy. You beg so sweetly.”

“Only for this,” he groaned through his teeth. “Only for you.”

Lowering your hips, you took him, watching the muscles in his cheeks tense and pulse as he fought to keep his composure. But he was breaking just from the sensation of you, his face reddening as he put his head back and moaned. “Ohh fuck fuck fuuuck you feel so fucking good.”

Your breath caught in your chest as his cock filled you, the stretch causing a slight sting which eased as you rocked on top of him.

“Slow…” he pleaded. 

Perhaps he was worried he would cum too quickly, or perhaps he worried his heart couldn’t take much more, but you did as he asked, riding him slowly. The languid undulation of your hips drew the most broken, desperate sounds from him. He gasped and groaned, drowning in bliss as you bowed your head and licked the stiffened buds of his nipples.

“Yes thank you thank you~" he whispered, though you suspected his gratitude was not aimed at you but to the gods themselves. 

His hands never left your body. He fought the urge to close his eyes, keeping them on you as though he needed to flood every sense with you. Touch-starved and ravenous for pleasure, he savored every second, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as his seed flooded your cunt. 

His voice, which was once so commanding and bewitching, broke as he begged once more. "Don't stop. Please. Not yet. Not yet." 

Leaning forward to cage his head with your arms, you kissed him, swallowing his moans as you rode him into overstimulation. He was in ruin, squeezing his eyes shut, blushing scarlet, his fingers digging into your back as you kept up the slow, unending rhythm.

The sinews in his neck bulged as he strained and squirmed. His thighs twitched and shook as his feet sought purchase on the futon. "I-it's too much."

"Should I stop?"

He shook his head, even as his cock softened inside you. "No… don't stop."

He clung to you then, hiding his face against your shoulder, the tears on his lashes cool against your burning skin.

Threading his long, black hair through your fingers, you cooed softly as he whimpered into the crook of your neck. "You're taking it so well. You're so beautiful when you're fucked out like this. So good for me."

You rocked together, panting breaths heating the air between you as Muzan gorged himself on pleasure. Slender fingers slid down to your backside, digging into the fat of your ass and clinging to you with all he had. His cock grew hard again. His gasps turned to growls.

"Gods, I can't take anymore."

You slowed down.

His hands darted to your hips. "Don't stop, damn you. Don't stop."

Muzan Kibutsuji, that sick and wretched man, whose life consisted of agony and disappointment found precious moments of pleasure and normalcy in your embrace, and once he had tasted that bliss he wouldn't surrender it. The ecstasy you gave him would not cure his ailments, but it was an elixir which temporarily sweetened the bitterness in his heart. 

Grazing your teeth over his collarbone, you whispered, "Can you take it if I go a little faster?"

"I– yes. I want to feel you cum on my cock," he whispered. "Do what you need to do."

Sitting upright, you took his hand and led it to your clit, guiding his strokes. His lips fell apart in reverent surprise as your cunt pulsed and tightened around his cock, preparing for release. And you knew he only pleasured you like this so that he could feel it. He used your body for his own enjoyment, submitted to you to please himself, watched you fall apart on his cock because he enjoyed the sight of it. And yet, as your pleasure reached its zenith and you came undone, you simply didn't care. 

Muzan was seconds behind you, hissing through his teeth as he filled you again. 

"Enough, enough," he cried, tapping your thighs four times to signal he was truly done.

You lay down beside him staring at the ceiling as your breaths returned to a normal pace. 

After a moment, Muzan rolled onto his side, then shifted to lay his head upon your breast as he let his weakened heart settle. He didn't hold you. He simply lay there in your embrace as you languidly stroked your fingers up and down his back, tracing the ridge of his spine. 

Silence shrouded you for a long time before Muzan broke the silence. "Will you come again next week?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes." He sighed. "Though we will have to come up with a better excuse than tea to get your father out of the house. He may be an idiot but even he may start to suspect your methods aren't exactly by the book."

Later, as you walked from the Kibutsuji residence, your father fussed over you, apologizing profusely for leaving you alone with the wretched lord. 

"It won't happen again, I promise."

"It's alright, father," you assured him. "He really wasn't all that bad. In fact, next week–"

"Next week won't be a problem. You'll have your own patient to attend to. I'll come here alone," your father smiled, expecting you to be relieved.

Truth be told, you were a little disappointed. 

Your father continued, "Besides, while at the tea shop, I heard about a rare medicinal plant. One I'm going to try with Lord Kibutsuji next week. The lady at the shop called it 'the blue spider lily."

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Urogi x reader who is sleepy like 99% of the time ?1?1?1?1?1 like I feel like bird boy over here would just try and drag reader out of bed since he’s getting bored ‼️

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Urogi with Sleepy!Reader

Fluff Urogi x gn!Reader

"five more minutes..." you grumbled as you covered your head with a pillow to try and shield yourself away from the world and just slip into the Dreamworld once again.

"That cant do (Name)!!" Urogi said/shouted as he then tried to pull you away from your bed.

But that won't be as easy task as you proceed to cling onto the sheets then the bed frame like your whole life depends on it.

"Let me sleep more...!" You whine as you let out another yawn which irks him more.

"you did nothing but sleep (Name)! You have slept all day today! And this night time is supposed to be MY time!" He said before he finally successfully seperated you away from your beloved bed.

He then grabbed your ankles by his talons before taking off into the night sky

"kekekeke!! I'm sure this flight will give you a wake up call!!" He joyfully said ignoring your strangle screams.

"Urogi! P-put me- waaaahhhhhh!! Put me down!!" You cried out but it took him a full on ten minutes before calming down and going back to your room's window to drop you off.

"Urogi! Don't do that! Ever! Again!"

"then don't sleep on MY time! I get bored! Sekido is always angry! Karaku is off somewhere to some harlot! And Aizetsu is such a bummer!" He ranted but in reality he just wants you to finally compose yourself once again but when he finally look at you he found you asleep AGAIN?!

but this time he didn't tried to wake you up and let you have your sleep.

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"WAKE UP! KEKEKEKE! WAKE UP (NAME)!! LETS PLAY"

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(THANKS!! I dont really know about my oc since she's not really involve with the demon slayers that much! She's literally just a entertainer in the red light district hehe!)

But I hope you like this! Also since I have school I might not be able to upload that much and not be able to answer your request often so please be patient with me! ^^