So basically muzan is in a meeting with the uppermoons scolding them for not finding the blue spider lilly and his wife just barges in with it and is "like look at this pretty flower i found!!"
[ “UNEXPECTED SURPRISE” ]
pairings: muzan kibutsuji x wife!y/n
a/n: ts was kinda short so oum..😭
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“you imbeciles! useless rodents! pathetic leeches! all this rank just for you to not find a stupid little flower!?” muzan slammed both his fists on the wooden table, only for it to creak and crack, as other demons jolted in fear except for douma and kokushibo.
douma dared to look at muzan, and his head was immediately cut off. fury filled muzan’s crimson eyes, for years and years of living, not a single demon that he created had ever seen that damned flower.
“akaza.” muzan didn’t call his name, no. it was a demand. veins became visible in muzan’s neck, through his fists, “you were the first one whom i sent to look for it, no? how come you still haven’t found it!?” and there, the wooden table broke.
daki jumped up, resulting in a glare from muzan, in which she also immediately sat down.
the atmosphere in the room was tense, the air gripped at every uppermoon’s throats, even they found gulping hard, a large lump stuck on their throats, but apparently, one demon didn’t get to notice that tension.
“look! muzmuz this looks so pretty— oh.” you immediately shrank in embarrassment, thinking muzan was the only one inside the room.
akaza unexpectedly jumped up, eyes blown fully wide, as you just tilted your head in confusion, you looked around and saw that everyone had the same expression as akaza, even your husband, muzan.
“whoops... did i really disturb you guys that bad...? sorry— i’ll leave—.” but before you can, muzan immediately spoke,
“meeting dismissed. darling, come over here.” that wasn’t a request, it was a command. as douma walked past by you, he gave you a grin which was later on wiped by akaza’s fist, whose eyes still latched on the flower.
“where did you find this...?” he immediately took the flower from your hand, immediately examining it in all angles of light in the room, making sure it was the real deal.
“oh? i was hanging out by the hill when i saw this precious little thing.” you were still confused, but muzan knows that if he explained it to you, you’ll end up being more confused.
from his cold, demanding tone, to the gentle, soft voice he had always used on you, and only you, “do not worry about it, darling. let’s just say you... solved one of my greatest problems.” muzan leaned in and pressed a kiss on your forehead.
⭑.ᐟ IN WHICH you, Muzan’s personal servant, invade his life—slowly inching your way into his heart. You should’ve stayed away…
⭑.ᐟ WARNINGS: 18+ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏. MINORS DNI. NON-CON, pussy eating, cunnilingus, kissing, groping (?), mention of death of a family member, GORE (?), blood, death, somewhat slowburn, historical inaccuracies…
「 ✦ 𝑨𝑵: I had to research ALOT about the Heian period for this one. Lots of clothing inaccuracies honestly. Been thinking about something like this for a while lol ✦ 」
Hate wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how Muzan Kibutsuji felt about you. He despised you, and your presence. Though, he despised everyone in this accursed world.
“Kibutsuji-sama, I’ve brought you your lunch,” You opened the shoji doors to his room, lightly bowing.
“Leave, woman,” He hissed from where he laid on his mat, a deep scowl on his face. “I am not hungry.”
“If you do not eat, you’ll become more frail than you are now,” You were blunt, something most of the servants in the estate avoided being towards the young boy. You walked towards the him, setting down his tray and folding your legs underneath you.
“I’ll wait,” Do you value yourself so highly?
Muzan snorted, “Leave. I will not eat.”
“I will spoon feed you again, Kibutsuji-sama,” A deeper scowl painted his face as he reluctantly sat up, coughing.
“Don’t you dare, woman.” Your gaze went to the chopsticks on the tray, fingers reaching downwards from where they sat on your lap. Before you could grab them, pale hands snatched them out of your reach. Dark eyes seemed to glare holes into your own, the sickly boy. He was only 16, yet he was already acting like he was 50. The two of you matched ages, which was why they decided that you would be put to personally serve him.
A smile spread onto your lips as he continued to glare at you while he ate.
“Stop smiling,” A disgusted look now on his face. He didn’t quite understand you. It’d only been 3 months since you had started working there, and your arrival surprised him. You were old enough to marry, so why hadn’t you? His first thought was that you had no suitor, no one had proposed in your village. Till this day that was his assumption.
“Would you like to walk around the estate today, Kibutsuji-sama?” The boy set down his chopsticks, done with the meal. He didn’t say anything for a moment, a calculating look in his eyes.
“Fine,”
The grass crunched beneath your feet, a satisfying sound to your ears. Ripples curled through the streams around the lodging. The bright sun reflecting on the surface of the water. The two of you were silent, not uttering a sound as the birds chirped through the sky.
“Why are you here?” It broke the quiet stillness of the walk.
You looked at him through the corner of your eye, “Because I was the one that asked you, of course,” You mused, a lopsided smile on your face.
“Not like that, you fool.” He snapped, “Why are you working, and not married?”
You hummed, looking down at your path through the grass thoughtfully, “Because my family is in need of money, I suppose.” Muzan kept his eyes forward, to an outsider it would seem like he wasn’t listening.
“Our village is quite remote, a week or two by foot. No wealthy suitors were available, so my father sent me off to look for one myself.” He glanced at you for a moment, before looking ahead once more.
“I didn’t want to marry quite yet, so I decided to work here,” You raised a finger to your lips slyly, “They believe that I’ve tied the knot already,” A chuckle escaping your mouth.
“How foolish,” Muzan clicked his teeth, “As a woman, your duty is to marry and raise children first.”
“But if I married I wouldn’t be tending to you— would I, Kibutsuji-sama?”
He only scoffed at that.
Despise was too strong of a word to describe how Muzan Kibutsuji felt about you. He tolerated you and your presence.
“I’m an aunt now, Muzan-sama!” You sat in front of him again, holding up a letter written to you by your older sister. A year had gone by, as quick as a rabbit. Halfway through that year, he granted you permission to call him by his first name— despite his grumbling.
You had an excited smile on your face, “Her husband’s name is Tetsu Madarame, a suitor came right after I left.” A blank look resided on Muzan’s face, seemingly unaffected by the news. He sipped on his tea, watching you talk animatedly about how you had a nephew.
“What’s the point of being so excited?” The black haired boy’s eyes narrowed at you, whether one of your kin died or was born did not concern him— why you even bothered about it was a mystery.
“It’s a moment of celebration, it’s not like I’m having a child anytime soon,” You rolled your eyes, undeterred by his cold demeanor, “Perhaps I’ll be able to visit him,” You pondered the idea, you shut the thought down after remembering you had to travel for at least a week straight.
Violet eyes trailed over your form as you continued to read your letter. He silently noted how delicately you held the parchment, your working clothes lightly outlining your figure. You often came by his room with tea whenever you received a message. You hoped that listening to something other than bitter news about his health from the doctor would lighten his load, whether it was working or not was still unknown to you.
‘Visit?’ “I’m done with my tea,” He placed the cup onto the tray on the floor, twisting back into his regular position on the mat— head facing away from you. You nodded, folding up the paper and tucking it away. You left, closing the shoji door behind you and heading towards the kitchen. Muzan laid back, his head rolling towards the side you sat on moments before. The thought of you leaving the estate for a period of time left a small pit in his gut.
He pushed the idea away, his head rolling back towards the roof. It was a foreign feeling, an uncomfortable one.
A disgusting one.
“LEAVE!” Hurried clinks and ruffled noised came from the room, a disheveled looking doctor emerged from the door carrying his tools. He glanced at you quickly, before scuttling out into the hallway. A disappointed sigh escaped your lips as you opened the shoji doors to Muzan’s room.
There he sat on his mat, half of his body under the covers while the upper half sat up—panting heavy breaths of air. In front of him were the remains of medicinal herbs, and a spilt bowl of an unknown substance.
His lips curled into a snarl, “I told you to stop sending in those novice doctors, fools who can’t even identify this curse of mine.” He coughed dryly.
You shook your head somberly, “Muzan-sama, you need to explore every option. Who knows, their methods may actually work,” You glanced at the bowl, the greenish-brown liquid slowly spreading its pool on the floor.
“You didn’t even let him finish his remedy,” You sighed as his look of annoyance deepened.
He sucked his teeth, “Tsk. It wouldn’t have done anything.”
“You won’t know until you try,” Muzan eyed your hopeful expression. He only had a few years left to live, what was the point of hoping? It was terminal, period. No medicine would be able to cure him. No medicine would be able to give him more strength. More health. More time with you.
“Pointless,” He hissed under his breath, no longer panting. He laid back down, relaxing onto his mat and pillow.
“I’ll get you some tea, and mochi. I need to clean that mess…” You murmured, shaking your head and turning back towards the shoji doors. A light snort came from him as you left, he wasn’t fond of sweet things. They left a foul taste in his mouth.
Yet you left nothing but a savory warmth. It was strange.
Tolerated was far from a word that Muzan Kibutsuji would describe you with. He was fond of you. Or perhaps that wasn’t enough either.
He stood alone, outside in the sunlight. The sky burned brightly into his eyes, earning an annoyed scoff from the man.
“I’m glad to see you outside by yourself more often, Muzan-sama,” He turned to look behind him, you walked towards him— [h/c] hair blowing lightly from the wind.
“You were going to bother me about it if I didn’t,” You stood next to him, watching the water crinkle in waves. His gaze never leaving you.
A lopsided smile graved your lips, “Shall we return?” The wind blew a strand onto your face. Before you could reach it, a pale hand came up to push it behind your ear. A faint blush painted your face, feeling his small warmth brush against your skin.
“Yes,” He turned, walking ahead—unfazed.
You trailed behind him, “The doctor has said that your medicine is ready.” He didn’t respond, so you opted to catch up to him. Inside, the doctor sat in front of a small table patiently, waiting. A cup placed onto the young noble’s side of the furniture. Muzan’s eyes narrowed at him, a pleased look on your face as he willingly sat in front of him on his mat. You had finally managed to find a doctor that seemed trustworthy. You had also managed to convince Muzan to put some faith in him.
He was disgusted at the thought of having to rely on a man with such an unnerving look on his face, but you looked content whenever he complied so he reluctantly obliged. You stood near the entrance to his room that led to the outside, the sun framed your sides, warmth along your back. Muzan took the cup into his hands, a scowl once again adorning his face.
“How much longer will I have if I don’t take this?”
“You won’t live into your twenties if you don’t,” The doctor replied, calm as if expecting the question. Dark eyes looked down into the cup, reflecting his sorry state as if taunting.
“Fine, I’ll take it.” He hissed sourly, lifting the cup towards his mouth. He gulped the bitter medicine, letting it pour down his throat. The blank eyed man nodded his head, moving back towards his corner of the room where his equipment laid.
You clapped your hands, “I’ll get you some water, Muzan-sama, to help drown the bitterness,” He had always complained of the taste, despite being used to taking unknown remedies. The black haired man let out a grunt as you left to go get water. His stare moved to the outside, gazing at the leafy greens of the trees to the bright blue of the waters. The sounds of stone grinding against mush echoed in the background.
“Muzan-sama, please let me leave for a few weeks,” You bowed deeply, a letter clutched tightly in your hands in front of you. The man in question sat in front of you, strained from having to sit up in shock. He was silent, this was your first time asking for time off. Tension was palpable in the air, your desperation radiating off of you.
“What for?” His voice cut through the air, sharp and thin. You looked up at him, straight into his eyes. The words caught in your throat, nothing coming out for a moment.
“My… my father has died, and my sister has asked for me to visit before he’s cremated.” Ah. So your kin has died. His dark eyes stared blankly at yours, unfeeling and unsympathetic.
“I see,” He mumbled softly, silent after. You gulped, spit thick with anxiety. You knew that the young noble wasn’t someone who felt sorrow in other’s pain, chances were that he wouldn’t—seeing no point in your departure. His chest, however, squeezed seeing your desperate state. You, looking at him with pleading eyes, with a heart that ached from the recent loss.
He turned his head away from you, looking into the courtyard.
“Go,” What? Your eyes widened in surprise.
“W-What?” You stuttered out of surprise. He didn’t look back at you.
“Make it quick. I expect you to be back by the end of the month,” That was only 3 weeks, but it was enough time.
“Next time-“ He was cut off from the sudden impact of something crashing into him. [s/c] colored armed wrapped around his shoulders, clinging tightly. Muzan’s face was one of pure surprise, you buried your own into his shoulder.
“Thank you,” Before he could respond, you let go— hurriedly rising from your seated position and rushing towards your own quarters. The pale man blinked, still dizzy from your hug. His hand went up to his neck, brushing the place where your arms clung onto him.
He despised people. He despised this world. Though, just not you.
Tired. You were practically dragging your feet back to the estate. The heat of the daytime sun finally settled, the cool night breeze blew through your hair. The dirt of the road crunched beneath your feet as you adjusted the grip on your furoshiki in your hand. Muzan had allowed you to carry one, seeing how you had to bring clothes on your journey. You were returning a little earlier than you predicted, only a day or two early.
In the distance, the silhouette of the estate gates reached your vision. Relief washed over you as you picked up the pace. Normally there would be lamps hanging near the entrance, burning brightly along with glaring guardsmen. However, tonight the lamps stayed cold, keeping the entrance dark and shaded. The guards weren’t in their stations either, leaving the gate unprotected.
You didn’t falter, instead pushing through the gate and into the estate. This didn’t bother you, perhaps they were on a break and had forgotten to light the lamps. The inside of the estate stayed dark as well, no lamps or torches lit up the pathway. A chill passed through your spine, you shivered in response as the cold air blew through you again. Your heart began to beat faster, where were the other servants? At least one or two should be scattered about, tending to last minute needs. The grip on your furoshiki tightened, weary.
A faint scent wafted through the air, familiar yet unknown. The floor creaked beneath your feet, your heart the only sound coming to your ears. You cautiously walked through the halls, towards your room. You gagged, a strong smell hitting the back of your throat.
“Blood?” The irony tang of blood invaded your nose. You dropped your furoshiki, taking off to find the source of the scent. You ran through the mazes of the estate, left, right, left, left again. Footsteps collided with the floor, rushed.
You running screeched to a halt.
“Oh gods…” Blood had leaked through one of the shoji doors, it was dry, just like the smudges on its handles. It was one of the other servant’s rooms. Heavy breaths came from you, panting and tired from the run. It didn’t stop, especially after seeing the dry pool of red. A new smell attacked your nose, pulling out another gag. The smell made you dizzy, the stench of rot. Your hand wouldn’t move, no matter how much you willed it to open the door. Whatever that was inside was long gone, long dead, and long rotten. Your hand covered your mouth, trying to filter out the disgusting scent.
Creaaak.
You finally slid open the door. Your stomach dropped.
“What… what happened?” Short breaths began to come from you. It felt like something was squeezing your lungs tight. More blood—everywhere. It splattered the walls, the mat, the floor. It all centered around a body, or what was left of it at least. A woman’s body was splayed out on the floor, limbs detached and left limply shortly away from the body. Skin now deathly pale, and drained. Chunks were missing, giant ones.
As if she was half eaten and left without care.
You swallowed thickly, “Muzan… Muzan…” Dread pooled in your stomach. Images of a dead Muzan Kibutsuji invaded your mind. His body splayed across his mat, bleeding, eyes without life, mouth contorted as if trying to scream. Bitten chunks out of his body. You took off once more, now towards the noble’s room. You wanted to vomit, you wanted to hurl and erase what you just saw. But there was no turning back. More and more bloodied doors began to appear, only inciting your worst fears.
Ahead of you, a familiar set of shoji doors laid ahead. Dimly, a light seemed to be shining from inside the room. Your dread from earlier began to lightly fade, perhaps he hid somewhere and was safe. Maybe your fears weren’t true.
“Muzan-sama!” You swung open the door, slamming it to its end. [e/c] eyes frantically looked for the black haired man—nothing.
You shakily stepped in, panting with wide, glassy, eyes. The room was empty and clean, no blood to be seen. The corner where the doctor’s supplies were normally stationed was now gone.
Cold limbs grabbed you from behind, pulling you tight against something flat and hard. They wrapped around your arms, caging you. Fear immediately surged through your veins.
You were going to die, just like the others.
You let out a shriek, elbowing the intruder.
“[Name],” A velvety voice came from behind. You looked behind you, turning your head to see his familiar face. He held you against his chest.
“Muzan-sama,” A breath of relief escaped your lips, tears pricking your eyes. “I thought… I thought you were dead…”
He was silent, piercing eyes scanning you.
His eyes.
“Your eyes… they’re red-“ You shivered, he dipped his head into the crook of your neck.
Cold. Why was he cold?
“You’re early.” Muzan murmured into skin, hold tightening on your body.
“Y-yes, I only stayed for 5 days in my village,” Everything about him now disturbed you. How was he able to hold you so tightly, especially since he was frail? He was steady, and strong. He hummed, his mouth moving upwards—lightly planting icy kisses up to the bottom of your jaw. Despite this, your body stayed cold and unflustered.
“What happened here?” You whispered, hands clenching, “Muzan-sama.”
No answer. He stayed quiet, still pressed against your jaw. Your heart beat against your ribcage, awaiting his next words.
“I’m so close,” He finally spoke, his mouth near your ear. It was a whisper. “To perfection.”
“What-“ Your breath was knocked out of your lungs. You no longer stood near the door, the room spun around you as you were tossed onto his mat. Your wrists were raised over your head, pinned down by his weight with one hand.
“Muzan- what are you-“ He towered over you, slit pupils wide with lust. You pushed against his grip, but no matter how hard you pushed he pushed back harder.
“And when that happens, you’ll by my side,” It wasn’t a question, it was flat— a statement, a demand. His free hand ripped open your clothes, revealing your upper body to the open air. Another shiver, the cold wind of the night blowing freely. His gaze was drawn downwards, from the plump of your chest to the curve of your hips. Annoyance flashed across his face for a second, before he slashed off your sarashi cloth around your breasts.
“Muzan, wait- I’m not ready-!” He ignored your plea, a cold hand trailing down your side instead. He squeezed your hip, pain flaring from the marks being left by his nails.
“Nonsense,” His mouth landing on your collarbone, canines grazing your skin. They dug deeper, your skin stinging from the bite. An icy, wet, muscle licked around the bite, drawing a whimper from you.
“Sweet,” He murmured, voice hoarse with restraint. Muzan tugged off the remains of the sarashi cloth away from you, his other hand letting go of your wrists for a moment. Before you could pull away, he quickly tied them around your wrists— tight and painful. He moved downward, removing the rest of your clothes. There you laid underneath him, bare as you pulled your thighs close to your heat.
“Don’t- please-“ Wet drops of tears now dribbled down your face. His eyes searched yours, before traveling back down to your pussy. Pale hands gripped at your plush thighs, prying them open to reveal your cunt. You tried closing your thighs, but his grip stayed strong. He bent down, head now positioned at your entrance as your shook your head. Your sobbing didn’t dissuade him, instead spurring him on.
His tongue pushed out, plunging into your hole. His nose was against your clit, brushing it with every movement. Wet sounds of his tongue fucking into you filled the room, sloppy and inexperienced. Blood rushed into his dick, hardening against his clothes. He grunted, mouth now moving to your clit. It closed around your clit, sucking and nipping like his life depended on it. Fat globs of tears escaped your eyes. You hated how your body was reacting, heating your core. Your back arched, hips bucking into his mouth. Muzan let go of your clit, spit clinging onto his mouth.
He licked his lips, “You look gorgeous like this,” He released your trembling thighs, now with pink crescent shaped marks. He undid his kariginu, unraveling each layer down to his bear skin.
Your eyes widened, “N-No, that won’t fit-“ Your breaths came out shorter, panicky. It was thick and long, veins crawling along its sides. You were sure that it would hit your cervix without being in the whole way. He lined up the flushed pink head with your entrance, the tip poking your folds.
“Relax, darling.” His lips met yours, pulling you in for a surprisingly tender kiss. You gasped, feeling it slowly push into your hole. He swallowed your sobs, letting yourself cry throughout the night.
For the first time in eons, he felt the foreign feeling of affection again.
Pairing: Muzan x gn!human!reader
Whumptober-prompt: Yearning
The gods never favoured Muzan. As a human they laughed down on him by crippling his body with incurable sicknesses, as a demon, cursing him to never walk beneath the sun again. Without the Blue Spider Lily, that is.
Research often lead him to dead ends and lowly florists having their head removed from their heads after delivering unsatisfactory answers, but his determination never wavered until one day, as fate would want, his path lead him to you.
You are a florist living on the outskirts of town. You are brighter than others, seem less annoying and more curious than humans of your age. Muzan found himself to grow fond of your conversations.
You seemed to know more about your craft than most, always greeting the overdressed man with a grin and ready to throw another promising lead against his head regarding the lily as he steps into your shop as the last customer of the day, or rather, night.
You get to keep your life for now as your information actually seems valuable and you are a source of entertainment until he grows bored of your little rants whenever you get distracted by your newly delivered venus plants or brag about your last win in shogi against your friend.
Muzan denies himself the fact that he is growing more than fond of you. You are the highlight of his day and he begins to bring you thoughtful and rather expensive gifts just to enjoy how your face flushed when he hands you a bouquet of beautiful flowers or new seeds to grow that are exclusively sold in the western world, as he buys the second baby cherry blossom tree of the week just to have an excuse to see you.
Seriously, he is running out of space to but the endless amounts of plants and trees he has been buying from you.
“You are getting married?” His voice remained steady, hiding how dread slowly crawled up his neck. He hasn’t ft this way since his human days, so why does he have the urge to gauge his own eyes out.
You nodded and smiled softly as you wrap up the potted bonsai tree. “Yes, my father promised me to my friend. I’m glad he chose someone I’m fond of instead of a random landowner.”
Muzan hummed and took the packaged tree from the counter but did not move away yet. His mouth, usually barking orders or delivering velvety compliments to woo his next mortal wife is actually not moving. Words failed him. His eyes stared into yours.
The gods are laughing down on him again, he can feel it. So many times has he married a human he did not love for the sake of either appearances, information, money or simply boredom, and many of them has he drove to death and suicide. They fell for his sweetened words and charm so easily, why not you?
You lowly human of no status, no money. All your leads led to an end and yet he never was annoyed when they did, it was just another excuse for him to return to you and spark another conversation, to listen to your voice but not your words as you slowly tie him tighter and tighter around your finger. Just why did his heart have to choose you. You who is now promised to another, which he could not care less about.
For a moment you could’ve sworn that they had a deep red shine instead of the pretty pink you’re used to. “Would you like anything else? You seemed interested in my flytraps just yesterday.”
He quickly snapped out his trance and gave you his signature soft smile. “Ah, the ones that lure their prey with their sweet nectar, yes? You’re fond of them as I hear.” Immediately Muzan could watch your face light up. “You actually remembered! Yes, I have some if you’d like.”
As you scurry away to find them, Muzan set the bonsai tree down on the counter, glancing down at his nails.
Just one cut. You wouldn’t even notice— he can hold you in his arms while you convulse and shake on the ground as humanity slips through your fingers. You wouldn’t even remember your promised husband. He could sing you lies about how Muzan saved you from your sad human life only to now live lavishly by his side.
Gods be cursed if he can’t have you, the only thing he actually wants more than to walk beneath the sun, your life would not be worth living.
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
Originally this was supposed to be a hanshaki disease fic (where flowers grow in your lungs and you vomit them and all) but I lost my thread and started over this this instead. Idk this isn’t exactly angsty but I liked it anyway!
Here is my spooktober event and the Whumptober list <3
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Upper Moon (1-3) + Muzan x fem!reader (obv sorry for those who identify with different pronouns, I'll get back to yall with gn!readers promise)
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ྀི❤︎ྀི : None ?
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : It's your first time getting your period around them ! Spoiler : they all freak OUTT !!!
Notes : Nah I have nothing to say. Just enjoyy !!!
𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐉𝐈
He sensed it before you even realized it yourself.
He's not that clueless. He's been around women before but now that YOU, his wife, actually goes through it. He internally panics!
Would not comment on it unless you do.
But the scent of blood is unsurprisingly getting to him more than he'd like to admit.
Notice how he leans closer, finds any excuses to be even a single inch closer to you.
The scent almost so intoxincating to him that he can't bear to be even a beat away from you. (Well duh he's a demon)
But when you start clutching your stomach in pain, he freezes.
"Is it…that unbearable…?"
He almost instantly softens…Just enough to actually make you feel like he's supporting you…in his own way.
Would get anything you need, you just have to say the word.
He cares more than he'd like to admit.
"I calculated this phenomenon and I believe the next should occur in 28 days..." (wheezing at that lol he prob takes it way too seriously once he gets it)
"Yeah, just like what every textbooks says abt any average woman."
"And ? You're not any average woman, you're mine. And I personally calculated yours."
(Just be grateful already he worked hard on "calculating it" 😔)
𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎
SENSED IT RIGHT AWAY and jolted in surprise waking you up by the same occasion!
"A..are you injured somewhere !?"
Panics internally as his six eyes try and fail to remain neutral as to not freak you out too much as well.
Uses the see through world to actually check if you don't have any internal bleeding, inspecting you meticulously at that.
But then he remembers... (having had a wife in the past but it's centuries ago so he almost forgot abt that "condition")
"Oh..it is that."
Suddenly, almost tensed around you.
He knows abt how it can affect you hormonally as well your mood… And his last wish is to anger you or for you to be mad at him fo any reason
His six eyes never leaving you even for a bit…always..checking.
Occasionally, gently caressing your cheek or any appropriate areas he can reach. Subtle, quiet reassurance that he's not going anywhere.
Need painkillers ? He's back in a flash with tons of them.
Would run you a bath!!
He gives you your space whenever you need tho (but he's always watching even in the shadows eh)
Well actually… : giving you space = hiding, monitoring you in secret until you want him close again.
He educates himself more on the subject, so he can be prepared for each next months!!
You would randomly find dark chocolate on your desk whenever he senses them coming ! (MARRY HIM AGAIN!!)
"Do not mistake my silence for distance. I’m here. Through the pain, and long after it’s gone."
𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀
This one would ABSOLUTELY NOT give you space !!!
The quickest to sense it and he's in heaven (if that's even possible..)
He'll cling to you any chance he gets which just annoys you more on top of the cramps.
Just like Muzan, he's genuinely intoxicated by the scent (well it's blood and he's a demon…)
But when he realizes its really painful he'll tone it down, holding you still but more gently and almost…reassuringly.
Need painkillers ? He'll get them all !!!
Would rob a whole drugstore at that….
He obv would steal buy tons of sweets along with it as well and your fav snacks !!
"Shhh, don’t frown like that. I’ll make you smile again, promise! Should I juggle painkillers? Or... hm, make you tea? I can be useful too y’know~"
He's just being...well Doma.
If you're observant enough tho, you'll actually catch him holding tighter for a brief second whenever you show any sign of discomfort. As if beneath it all…he truly cares.
"Hey !!! I'm the best caretaker, am I not ?"
"You're annoying."
"Ah well...I'll take that as a compliment !!"
*hugs you even tighter*
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀
PANICS !
Internally panicking wondering what he should do.
Runs you a bath, picking you up like a princess to it and just stays at the edge watching you reassuringly.
He wants you to feel safe and supported during those moments.
He massaged you YES YOU HEARD RIGHT FREE MASSAGES FROM AKAZA (it'll be 20$ each for y'all tho…)
He wants you to be completely relaxed, not pressured or tense in any way! He's in charge rn and and he’ll make sure you feel it.
He eventually knew this day will come, so there are already cabinets full of painkillers.
He almost acts as if you're pregnant lol, he wants you to rest and nothing else!
He'll give you whatever you want, just say the word and it'll be right in front of you! (it's a kind of magic-)
He panics when you get up, clutching at your stomach a bit from the pain, just to go grab whatever snack you're aiming at.
"Stop !! I'll go get it. Just stay there !"
His heart doing backflips anytime you wince in pain. (Poor boy you're going to give him a heart attack…)
He's a mess.
He holds you securely tight in his arms as if it could chase the pain away.
"Don't move, please just don't. Just…rest."
⋆˚✿˖° Heyy there!!! Hope you guys enjoyed that one as well ! It was fun to make really lol Hoping all of you are doing well ! Please don't be scared to comment aghhh I CRAVE y'all feedback PLEASEEE!!! 😭Once again apologies for any grammar or misspelling mistakes I keep noticing how I make the dumbest mistakes I'm genuinely so sorry!! Sending lots of love, xoxo ⋆˚✿˖°
Obsessive!Yandere!Muzan with a Sweet!Mochi Confectioner!F!Reader:
#Tags: Obsession at first sight, possessiveness, both like each other, y/n is a confectioner, Muzan discovers love, minor swearing
Whipped cream divider by @whor3ing !
Demon Slayer:
If you had asked Muzan his thoughts on love about one millennium ago, he would have replied with something along the lines of 'love is a foolish concept.' If you had asked the same question throughout his lifespan as a demon? He would've persisted even more on his idea. "Love is for the weak", or so he used to say. So why was it so, that when he visited a small traditional mochi shop in Asakusa, his jaw hung open and his eyes flared with what could only be labeled as... limerence? Eureka! Muzan was officially reconsidering all his opinions on love.
His eyes fixated on you, who stood there so gracefully, filling azuki paste into your mochis with such concentration that you didn't even notice him enter. Humming softly, you expertly closed up the confection, smiling to yourself. God. That fucking smile undid him.
"Excuse me."
Your eyes looked up at him, a look of surprise appearing on your face before melting away into a sheepish chuckle. "I'm so sorry, I didn't notice you, sir! Welcome!"
"It's alright. What do you sell?" Muzan cleared his throat, looking over your mochi assortment with feigned focus. All to calm that stupid muscle of his beating more rapidly than he's ever felt it beat.
"We sell all sorts of mochi!" You beamed, leaning over to show him the different types of daifuku on display. Yet, damn him for being unable to focus on a single piece of stupid mochi. He's so into you.
The way your lashes cast soft shadows onto your cheeks from the overhead lights, the shimmer in your eyes, the softness of your skin, the shine of your hair. It's all so addictive.
"And that's strawberry daifuku, my personal favourite! What do you want?" You smiled at him, a soft pink hue spreading across your cheeks despite your best struggles to hide it from his intense vermillion gaze.
"You," the latter replied with almost consuming intensity, his eyes locking onto your surprised rosy face.
"What? Excuse me??" You huffed, your cheeks now burning.
"Your personal favourite. The strawberry daifuku, I mean."
You exhaled, out of both relief and disappointment. Relief because he wasn't a creep, disappointment because maybe, just maybe, you wanted him to show interest in you. Not your fault, he's majestic! Wavy black hair peeking out from underneath his white fedora, glowing skin, sharp crimson eyes. His gaze could make you melt.
As you swiftly packaged his desired mochi, you could feel his unmoving gaze assess you. It nearly seared holes onto your form! Gulping deeply, you fought the chill that had entered the shop alongside this handsome stranger, quickly adding the extra free mochis inside too before tying the box up with a pretty crimson ribbon. Like his eyes— stop, Y/n! Focus.
"There we go! What should I bill this order under?" You sweetly smiled at him. Ugh, his heart.
"Muzan."
"Muzan? What a unique name! Alright, that'll be 800 Yen!" You handed him his bag of mochi. As he took it from you, his fingers brushed against yours, sending an immediate spark throughout your system.
"Thank you, beautiful. What's your name?" Muzan asked with eerie calmness, yet the slight upturn of his lips didn't go unnoticed by you. What a captivating man!
"It's Y/n," you smiled shyly, fixing your hair.
"Very beautiful name. Here," the mysterious customer handed you 16,000 Yen!
"Mr. Muzan! That's too much!" You gasped, trying to return the money. He simply chuckled, grabbing your flailing hand to press a swift yet firm kiss to the back of it.
"Too much? I suppose chivalry is dead these days, darling. I'm simply trying to revive it," Muzan smirked, taking his sweet time to pull away from your hand, "women like you deserve to be pampered. Not worked to the bone like common labourers."
"S-Still, I— that's too much money. Should I pack 20 more boxes of mochi to make the full price?" You asked with genuine concern, earning a sonorous laugh from him.
"20 boxes? My sweet lily, I'm a man. I will burst with that amount of confection," shaking his head, he turned around, leaving.
The sight of your beauty was a strike to his heart. As he exited the shop, he leaned against the alley wall, running a hand down his reddened face. Fuck. Muzan's addicted. And addicted demons are never a good thing. You're lucky that you're now the woman he's centered around. No man will ever approach you again. Your shop will have a never-ending rush of customers. In return? You'll have to realize that no one's good enough for you but him. It's that simple.
Thank you for reading! This is my first headcanon from Demon Slayer. I'll write more for this fandom, too! Muzan sends you some tea🍵Do send requests for more! ❤️
think if reader had muzan's child and they're breastfeeding their baby & he see the child getting milk, would he be like 'hey. gimme some of that.'
i imagine reader would be flustered but down for it aha
SINFUL SUNDAY
Muzan found himself in an unexpected situation. Clad in his usual elegant attire, Muzan stood beside you, the mother of his child, as you cradled your newborn in your arms. The soft glow of the moonlight falling through a large window bathed the chamber.
Your infant, a delicate mix of human and demon heritage, nestled against your chest, eagerly latching onto your breast for sustenance.
Muzan observed with a calculating gaze, his crimson eyes narrowing as he fixated on the scene before him. "I want some of that too," Muzan's voice, smooth and tinged with arrogance, sliced through the silence. His eyes bore into yours, a twisted curiosity playing in their depths. There was a certain arrogance in his demeanor, as if he believed that even the act of breastfeeding held a power dynamic that he could exploit.
You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his audacity. "You're a demon king, Muzan-sama. I hardly think breast milk is on the menu for someone of your stature."
Muzan's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Stature has nothing to do with cravings, my dear mortal. A feeble concoction of life's essence, bestowed upon the weak and vulnerable is making me curious." The demon king circled around you, his gaze never leaving the child at your breast.
With a sense of reluctant compliance, you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance required to navigate the temperamental whims of the father of your child. Gently cradling the infant in your arms, you approached a meticulously crafted wooden crib, adorned with the most opulent silk blanket money could buy. You carefully nestled the child within the confines of its plush sanctuary.
Upon your return to Muzan's presence, you once again nodded, a gesture that carried the weight of unspoken acquiescence. The Demon Lord, perched regally, regarded you with an air of entitlement as he gestured for you to take a seat beside him on an elegantly crafted couch. Complying, you lowered yourself gracefully onto the plush cushions, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension.
Without delay, Muzan's hands moved with a possessive confidence, cupping yours breast in a gesture that bespoke both control and desire. Muzan deftly slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, revealing a portion of your chest. His gaze fixated on the rounded swell of your breast, brimming with nourishing milk. The baby's suckling had left the aureola of your breast darkened.
The demon bent down, taking the bud into his mouth. He began to suckle gently, ensuring the sharp edges of his fangs didn't cause any discomfort to you. As the milk flowed into his mouth, he hummed with satisfaction, savoring the runny sweetness that gradually evolved with each sip.
You found yourself in a bewildering situation, unsure of how to react as he drank your milk. Eventually, you tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder, seeking a semblance of stability.
He continued to suckle, delicately pressing against the breast with his chilly hand. His long, pointed nails lightly brushed against the tender flesh, making you yelp a little.
"Shhh," he whispered, taking the bud out of his mouth to look directly at you. "We don't want the baby to wake up."
Muzan swiftly removed your remaining sleeve of the nightgown, revealing your chest completely to his hungry, crimson eyes. He then shifted his focus to the other breast, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple. He took his time, gently sucking while flicking his tongue against the hardened bud. The milk spilled into his mouth again, prompting a satisfied hum. The entire experience, he realized, had an unintended consequence — his pants felt uncomfortably tight in the crotch.
The experience had a profound effect on you as well. You moaned quietly in relief as he eased the tension in your breasts by gently drinking the accumulated milk. "Oh, my lord," you whispered, gently caressing his shoulder.
Muzan took your hand and directed it toward his groin, where a noticeable bulge had formed.
Without a second thought, you sensed the texture of his hardened penis through the fabric of his pants and began to delicately massage it whilst his tongue massaged the erected nipple.
As things intensified, Muzan pulled away, fixing a stern gaze on your flushed face. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding. "I want to take you, right here and now. And who knows, perhaps you'll birth me another heir soon."
