#muzan x reader

[muzansfangs]

It is almost done! I am honestly kind of nervous for this one… I have put so much effort into this because I wanted it to feel realistic, in character, perfect. I cannot stop editing it. Be a little more patient, please🥹❤️

But, hey, here goes a sneak peek🫠

— Luce gnawing at the bars because she cannot wait to post it

[nevermorenova]

Under Your Gaze ⸺ !

Just two lovers staring at each other.

Her hands rested on top of one another on the table, with her cheek against them like cherry on top. This caused her left cheek to be squished, giving her a sort of childish adorableness. Her stare was fixated at the man hunched over the table, working with a mixture of chemicals and taking occasional notes from a book. Her gaze was fond, loving even. This affectionate staring did not go unnoticed either.

He didn't even lift his gaze from the book as his voice rang out. "What are you doing?"

"Just admiring."

"I'm working."

"But you're pretty."

"I'm aware."

"Die."

"I can't."

She sighed and just quietly continued staring at him. But there was a small smile at the corner of her mouth - her heart filling up with warmth. Just talking to him made her day better. Likewise, his face had relaxed too. That slightly taut expression from earlier was gone and instead, there was a slight twitch tugging at the corner of his lips. Under her gaze, how could he not soften? After all, she was his home.

The reason for his happiness.

His reason for waking up every morning.

His reason for searching after the Blue Spider Lily.

The reason for his wish to be truly immortal.

His wish to be powerful. His motivation for living.

Who else, but his lover of four centuries?

Just something I made up literally in the middle of my national exam lmaooo. I wrote it out a lot later so I remember it sounding better in my head. After almost three months of it sitting in my drafts, my results are out and so is the fic :P Picture and divider from pinterest!

[carriedlikeabriefcase]

You Shaved Your Bush?

A Crack Post Featuring: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, and UM4 Reacting to you Shaving Your Bush.

CW: Sexual Innuendos

Muzan: Confusion

“You shaved your bush?” Muzan could only blink back his disbelief.

Why on Earth would you shave when you could easily afford the luxury of waxing, or even laser hair removal for that matter? He did not mind funding your expenditures, and frankly enjoyed it. Providing your every capitalistic desire was a point of pride for the man. To take that away was the greatest betrayal.

“I did.” You offered a curt nod, unsure how to read the man as he suppressed his emotions. Even just the slightest furrow of his brow would give away his fleeting vulnerability.

“I see.” It took every ounce of strength he had to hold his tongue. As much as he wanted to lash out at you, he carefully maintained his composure. “Next time, you are to get it removed using alternative methods. I don't need you getting pesky ingrown hairs from some cheap razor.”

Not only were ingrown hairs painful, they did not match his aesthetic of perfection. The last thing he wanted to look at before intimacy was red, hot inflammation. That was a humiliation ritual in it of itself from his perspective.

“Cheap?” You raised a brow while holding in laughter. There was a stutter in your chest with each sniffled breath. “Oh Muzan, I used yours.”

To put things lightly, he forbade razors from entering the premises. He didn't even own a razor in the first place, thus proving your innocence in the name of jest. He said this was out of principle, but you knew this was only because you had gotten under his skin. Because in this life, Muzan could never be wrong.

Kokushibo: Distaste

Kokushibo spoke slowly, disliking the choice of words he was forced to utter. “You shaved your bush?”

Had it not been for the way you were shamelessly flashing him as though you were wearing a badge of honor, he'd have half a mind to not believe you. Sure, having a liar as a significant other was bothersome, but something he could correct through discipline.

This was something else entirely, something he wasn't sure how to file away in his mind.

Sure, you could make the decision to shave your pubic region, but he was also entitled to believe it was the wrong decision. A mistake at best, but more likely a misstep entirely.

“I did.” Your fingertips grazed over the bare skin. A faint fraction of a smile tugged at the inner corners of your mouth. “It's smooth.”

His eyes narrowed, barely giving you a modicum of insight on his thought process. Reading the aloof was like reading the dictionary: a massive pain in the ass, and frankly, a waste of time.

“I will not tolerate this immature behavior from you.” Venom soaked his tongue, dripping down the back of his throat. “You act as though you are a mere child.”

“I'm n-” you protested in vain, silencing yourself with a single, imposing stare.

In a single fluid movement, he forcefully tugged your skirt back down to your thighs. As much as he had a few choice words about your wardrobe decisions, you were alone. But, he could not allow the lies to stand.

In the morning, the apex between your legs remained swollen. Walking had become a chore, your knees jello. But you had managed to survive.

Ultimately, his plan backfired, for him. As for you, how could you not enjoy reverse psychology being so effective?

Douma: Perplexion

Douma's thick brows raised ever so slightly and his lip parted in exhale. For a moment, he stood in a state of disbelief. The inner corners of his mouth slowly drew inwards as his curiosity blossomed.

“What is this?” His tone remained benevolent, albeit the playful bounce it typically masqueraded in had practically vanished. “You shaved your bush? Goodness, whatever for, little lotus?”

Had he not taught you to cherish your natural state enough to not resort to appearance altering tactics? Oh, you poor thing. He had failed you, hadn't he?

“Just because, I guess?” You nonchalantly shrugged, tilting your head to the side in unison.

“Just because?” Douma repeated, completely dumbfounded by your simplicity. Wearing a smile to shower you in praise regardless, “Oh, I just adore the way your precious, little head works.”

“So you don't mind?” The pulse of your heart hammered in the cavity of your chest. 

You had noticed the way his expression shifted, if only for a moment. The notion of disappointing him was one you simply could not stand. There were very few things that could possibly be worse, and even those were cutting it close.

“If it brings you joy, then why would I ever complain?” He buried an acute giggle fit into the tips of his fingers. There was almost a glint in his eyes, but it was only the hues of his ethereal, opalite irises glimmering in the lighting. “Perhaps next time I could assist you? It would be no trouble at all.”

If Douma were an animal, he would be a cross between a leech and a koala. Clingy yet adorable like a koala, opportunistic like a leech. Once he latched onto his prey, he refused to release his grip.

Despite that, you could only see the cuddly attributes, blind to the predatory nature beneath the surface. How could you deny the quiver of his bottom lip as he pouted? He was virtually irresistible.

“Oh!” You could hardly contain your enthusiasm, not that you needed to. He already knew. “Of course!

“Wonderful,” he delighted, clapping, “Oh, and thank you for being so vulnerable with me. Such a brave soul.”

Akaza: Uncertainty

“You shaved your bush…” Akaza repeated, unsure what to make of the matter.

On one hand, it was your body, and therefore your choice. On the other hand, he believed you should love yourself as you are. Growing body hair wasn't an imperfection to remove, it was only a normal bodily function.

“Yes.” You nodded once. “I shaved my bush.”

“Why?” He raised his eyebrows, hoping your response would alleviate his moral dilemma.

“Dunno.” The muscles in the shoulders twitched. “I just wanted your reaction I guess.”

The fainted sigh slipped past his lips. For a moment, his eyes rolled to the ceiling before meeting with yours once more.

“Well, who am I to tell you what to do with your body?” It wasn't as though shaving would kill you after all. “All that matters is what you think.”

“Aw.” A bashful grin spread across your features. “You're such a sweetheart.”

As your lips pressed to his cheek, he muttered with a smile, “No I'm not.”

Sekido: Agitation

“Why are you telling me this?” Sekido's right eye twitched.

It was one thing for you to waste your own time with meaningless tasks. That was something he could accept — stupid as he may have found them. But to waste his time by informing him? That was unforgivable.

“Would you like to see?” You reached toward your lap. “I worked hard on it.”

“Worked hard?” His mouth was agape. Hard work would be actual landscaping, not your handiwork with a razor.

“Yes.” Your chest puffed out with pride.

“I prefer the natural look.” Ruby eyes returned to the book you had interrupted. He made the mistake of believing he had the upper hand. “Therefore, I will be uninterested in coitus until it grows back.”

A vein throbbed in your forehead.

After a brief lovers’ spat, Sekido decided his reaction was indeed rude. And in your version of the story, he begged on his knees for forgiveness. Whether or not that was true or not was something Sekido would take to the grave.

Karaku: Supportive

“You shaved your bush?” The corner of his mouth twitched into a shit eating grin. “I shaved mine too.”

“You shaved your bush?” The corner of his mouth twitched into a shit eating grin. “I shaved mine too.”

Karaku had it down to a routine. Every other day, he stole Sekido's razor because his own had been misplaced for weeks. He'd then exfoliate, lather his groin in shaving cream, try not to cut himself, and apply moisturizer to avoid ingrown hairs.

The best part? Sekido was none the wiser.

“You stopped waxing?” Your eyebrow tipped up. 

Karaku was like a cat, constantly grooming himself. Why would he eliminate something that made his life infinitely easier. Having collaborated in the bedroom together, you knew he enjoyed pain, so it couldn't have been that he was squeamish.

“Yeah, can't afford it.” Karaku patted his pockets, casually searching for his vape. “Shit’s expensive, babe.”

He then proceeded to fill his lungs with artificial, strawberry laced air, inhaling his waxing money.

The irony was not lost on you, but you couldn't complain. Everyone had their vices.

The irony was lost on Karaku however. But you didn't care. His balls were silky smooth, and his elective circumcision performed by Enmu of all people wasn't even THAT botched. It wasn't his fault that you kept giving him boxers by simply existing.

What more could a person want? He fucked the sack up.

Aizetsu: Indifference

“You shaved your bush?” Aizetsu frowned, but he wasn't displeased with this new information. He was a pussy connoisseur, but he certainly didn't mind a little hair in his meal. He wasn't a total bitch, he just looked like one.

“Correct.” You bounced awkwardly on the balls of your feet.

Of course you knew you wouldn't achieve much of a reaction out of Aizetsu. The man was infamous for his mellow, perhaps pitiful reactions. Sometimes he didn't react at all, or worse, he would sigh.

You weren't expecting him to say, “Can I see?”

“Huh?!” Your bouncing halted immediately, calves remaining flexed.

You had known about his gluttony in the bedroom, but you hadn't expected him to act so brazenly. He was after all the most soft spoken within the household. But at the same time, he was also one of the most blunt, with only Zohakuten and occasionally Sekido rivaling him.

Faux tears welled in his tear ducts. “Don't make me repeat myself.”

He had long since mastered the art of manipulation. Practicing his expressions in a mirror for hours. Learning how to cry on command solely to get his way.

“I‐ um… yeah.” Warmth spread beneath your cheeks. “I can show you.”

Honestly, he didn't have to ask twice. You just liked to hear him beg.

Urogi: Devastation

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Anguish tore through Urogi's chest. This was almost worse than the time Zohakuten had put his pet bird in the blender. At least Zohakuten didn't have the audacity to laugh at him.

Your snickering was a bold move, but you couldn't help but find his overreaction hilarious. It was only pubic hair. It would grow back in a few days, maybe a week.

“Urogi…” You had to seal your lips into a tight line to not laughter in his face all over again.

“Make it grow back,” he cradled your razor to his chest, “Can't we glue the hair back?”

“No Urogi. We are not gluing pubes to my body.” You could slap him silly for suggesting something so asinine.

It wouldn't even work, they had been washed down the drain hours ago. You hadn't even meant to tell Urogi. He discovered it all on his own when he noticed your razor had a single hair left behind. He'd recognize your pubes anywhere.

It was almost creepy.

Almost.

Maybe it was actually… but in a cute way?

“How could you do this to me?” A single tear dramatically rolled down his cheek. “I'm a wilderness explorer!” He sniffled harshly. “And you took my jungle away.”

“Stop crying. You look like Aizetsu.” A loud sigh rumbled your diaphragm.

“At least Aizetsu wouldn't shave his bush!” Urogi's eyes were beyond crestfallen. You kind of felt bad for the poor dear. The only reason you couldn't bring yourself to have pity was because his woe was so idiotic.

“There's no way…” you muttered to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose, exhaling slowly through your mouth, “Urogi, get up.”

“No.”

No? Who did he think he was?

But you were kind. “Would you like to get a new bird? Zohakuten won't be home anytime soon.”

“Okay!” He chirped, wearing his signature smile as if nothing had even happened, “I'm going to name him fatass, after Aizetsu.”

Well, that was easier than you had anticipated.

Hantengu: Distress

“You shaved your bush?!” Hantengu wailed, collapsing onto his knees like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

His decrepit fingers clung to the material of your clothing as he buried his face in your lap. Hot, fat tears soaked through the fabric, and his speech quickly became incoherent babbling.

“I did.” Your fingers raked through the pitiful creatures disheveled, long locks.

For you to change something so intimate without consulting him first was practically betrayal. You knew how sensitive he was, so how could you do this to him? He loved your bush.

“H-how could you — you cruel, cruel girl?” His nose nuzzled against your thigh, and his grip started to tremble.

Part of you wanted to laugh in his face. He was a grown man throwing a hissy fit like a child. Yet, you couldn't help but infantilize your pathetic, whimpering lover.

“Hey...,” You cupped his cheek in your hand, stroking a tear away with the pad of your thumb. Tipping his head backwards, gazing into his eyes, “I won't do it again. Okay?”

“O-okay…” A loud sniffle tore through his nose before he buried his leaky nose against your warmth once more.

Crisis averted, but at what cost?

A/N: Yeah, I don't know either...

[dawn-rays-dingo]

To Have and To Hold Chapter 7; Asakusa

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58875349/chapters/234969666

[giganticsmores]

She was never real.

One random night it was. Only my goal was to lure every man and woman, in exchange for the knowledge of blue spider lily.

Then this girl appeared right infront of me as if i was a some kind man that deserves to be treated as such. she lured me deep into her messages that leads to trenches. How am i supposed to lured every existing mankind if i got lured in by this girl who just appeared right infront of me.

11:54 pm in Heijō-kyō maybe in here i can find what i desire the most. i continue to walk by the streets mingling eavesdropping to every words said in the streets then on a girl wearing kimono was staring at me, i look back just to make sure she was looking at somebody else and make sure my eyes are not playing with me, but it wasn't. There i stood raising my eyebrow.

"Is there something wrong?" i said.

"No, you look like lost *tilts her head* perhaps"

"Excsue me?" i was shock. are youths this days really just like this assuming everything...

"Ahh well you look like in need of something, your face was saying something" She smiled

"Pardon me but don't go around just assuming things to all the people you will encounter" i said as lowered my head and walk away

"Oh apologize i was only looking because you really do seem need of help.... also really pretty...." she lowered her voice saying those last words.

"Well that's a compliment thank you. But i don't need one"

"Won't you mind if i go with you? my friends just left me" she said with such gentleness

I turned around and face her "Well what if i say no?"

"Well i'll just keep wandering around honestly *scoffs and smile*"

"Don't just come around asking someone to be with you. You'll never know who they are or what their intentions are.."

She started to follow me "Well you seem really nice"

"You only say that cause you adore such beauty nothing else" I said as i side eye her who has inches away from me.

"Not really, i find you nice young bird that's just lost in thoughts who found itself to wandered here" Oh what a word this is.

"Just because i look like letting my guard down doesn't mean im a clueless animal here. And you never know what i truly wanted we just met, you'll probably be in disturbed if you know who i am"

"i feel comfort in your disturbance" I turned around and she was smiling genuine, so bright that fills her face why on earth just a person is like this. Especially for someone like me....

"Do you wanna know who truly i am?" I said with such seriousness in my face.

"Hm? Sure why not" she's still smiling.... how weird....

I started to head somewhere far secluded from the town into more silence filled with nothing but darkness surround it. As i ventured depper i saw a bear who was perfect. I did not bother looking back at her or anything i went and killed no not killed but put a blood on it and it's skin expanded in a gruesome disgusting way and popped.

She look at it with confusion thoughts that wandered her head, he began to look for fear but no there was only confusion genuine curiosity that fills her body language. "Is she even real how on earth did she not get frightened" i thought.

"So that's what you are...? how come can you do that?" She asked with lacked of fear

"Ever heared of demons?"

"Yes, heard about it from multiple people honestly, they all say the same thing that it wanders every night lurking around, every streets, looking for a prey they can devour"

"Well this is what it looks like"

"You? Your a demon?" She tilted her head

"Well? no human can create this chaos much like you"

"How come you can do that even turned out like that. Your no demon your a human, well i guess a human who has superpowers i believe"

"Well, not every demon and monster you encounter will look horrifying hell even disgusting"

"There are more disgusting men in the streets, they're more creepier than you."

"How so?" I asked tilting my left eyebrow.

"They keep disturbing the comfort that's peacefully wandering around and soonly sabotage them and do acts that pleases them"

"Is that so?"

"I don't find you scary or anything, i found it interesting. How come someone like you who yields power don't just engage in those acts?"

"I'm not a low like man who just grabs whatever is laid out"

She didn't say anything and just tilt her head her eyes shining under the moonlight squeezing itself through little cracks it could find.

"Maybe one day you can find what you want."

"Why do you just say those stuff.."

"Because i found you comforting, someone who probably has loads of powers but still prefers to keep it below because rather creating a havoc, you create a weave of moonlight that will prosper you in the darkness you grew. Prospering them into your own desires which is probably why your fellows act so ballistic because it's your manifestation of yearning for something you wanna have."

I was silent how come someone a mere girl who i just met simply don't feel scared and disgusting like any man or woman would have. Just why does she think that creatures like us are just our desire of manifestation that made us aggresive? Is she trying to understand something. I stood there silently, like a statue i cannot move was it her kindness? How come can a mere woman made me like this. how come can a woman like her don't just run away and wish that we vanished. She wave goodbye as she said someone is probably calling out for her already for going out late at night i wanna say something say goodbye or whatever but i can't. She left and left and slowly left until i cannot see her anymore. I tried following her back looking for her again but no, she was gone. Simply gone like a bubble just popped.

How can someone find what we do just a desire? How come she never judge, yell or run away? What was comforting about here. Why does she feel so ok? So fine with it? Someone so vulnerable could act like that. Was everything that happened that night real?

[rosehuntersworld]

Well guys I guess I better start working on the fic pray for me

I have done a bit of work on it it will be decently long if y'all want me to add anything tell me

[romopiod]

my demon slayer obsession is returning.... thinking of muzan.... thinking of muzan's wife who's his little favourite....

[rosehuntersworld]

should I make a muzan x chubby femreader?

yes

nah

Voting ended onJul 7

It will be fluff and should it be headcanons too? this is my first fic in years so if it's kinda bad don't judge me