Here's A Shower Thought:

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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You Text Them "I want a baby"

Featuring: Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, Valentino, Velvette, Angel Dust, Charlie, Adam

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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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ALSO!!!! If you have an idea where the two could go next tell me. IDK why but I actually had trouble with coming up with fun ideas! Put it in the comments, send me a message or put it in my inbox!

Hi hiiii!!

I saw your post that you’re looking for KNY requests so I got one that I’ve been thinking abt for a while.

So, a Douma x reader where the reader is Muzan’s only daughter (or offspring if you’d prefer it to be gn) and Michael Jack- *ahem* I mean, Muzan doesn’t really pay that much attention to her so they don’t talk often. She’s also only half demon so she can walk in the sun (but he doesn’t know that for obvious reasons).

However, after Gyutaro and Daki were killed and all the upper moons were summoned, Muzan’s daughter joins them bc he always summons her regardless if she cares or not.

Low and behold, the other upper moons see her for the first time, except for Kokushibo who’s pretty much known her all her life since he’s the first. While they’re waiting for Muzan to arrive, she begins to have a conversation with the upper moons.

Her and Akaza feel neutral about each other, she gets along with Gyokko pretty well and Hantengu… is scared of making even eye contact with her since she’s Muzan’s daughter.

When Douma sees her, oh boy, head over heels is an understatement. Instead of wanting to be worshipped by her, he WANTS to worship the ground she walks on. When she sees his unique eyes and compliments them, he melts to the ground instantly, asking Gyokko if he’s in some kind of dream.

If you don’t want to do this or you don’t feel comfortable, then skip. Also, sorry that was long, I had to get it all out 😅

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭! 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 😭

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"𝐌𝐲, 𝐦𝐲.."

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚

𝐀 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲... 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐠, 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. "𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞! 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞!" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. "𝐌𝐲, 𝐦𝐲.. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞?" 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝. 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞? ..𝐘𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞? 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨.. 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬? 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐬.

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝-𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨.

"𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨. 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. "𝐌𝐲, 𝐦𝐲..."

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Key:

- Red NSFW/18+ is smut and I don't want minors reading or interacting with that at all.

- Orange NSFW isn't smut but it has strong themes

- Orange SFW may have some anatomy/biology/suggestive type stuff in it but is otherwise SFW

- Green SFW is 100% SFW

- Pink = Other

WIP list:

- [Entry #1 ] Lucifer x Toriel-like reader - 'Adopted husband' [ SFW ]

- Angel x reader : nightmares [ SFW ]

- Lucifer, Vox, Velvette, Carmilla, Rosie, Angel, and Pentious x reader wearing their clothes [ SFW and NSFW mix ] + Alastor [ SFW ]

Multiple chara

Husk, Angel, and Alastor × dealbreaker reader [Part 1 ] [Part 2] [ SFW ]

Main Hazbin cast x reader with butterfly wings [ SFW ] | Part 2 - Wing care group hc/drabble [ SFW ]

Main cast x taking care of a sick reader [ SFW ] | Part 2 - Reader taking care of the main cast when they're sick [ SFW ]

Main Hazbin cast x Fallen Angel reader who wants to cut their wings off [ SFW ]

Main Hazbin cast + Rosie × caretaking/motherly Toriel-like reader [ SFW ]

Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husk, Pentious, Alastor & Lucifer x a concerningly unstable, younger reader [ SFW ]

Vox, Husk, and Lucifer with a reader silencing them from ranting with a kiss [ SFW ]

WIPs

Huskerdust comic [ SFW ] (pushed back because I actually want to make it look good and it's taking a while to do)

'Falling Through The Cracks' Hazbin Hotel x human!reader (just a small concept atp)

Vox

Entry #1 : Voyeurism x reader hcs [ SFW - NSFW/18+ below cut ]

Entry #1.5 (multi-part fic based upon entry 1) :

Snap (part 1) - Deception [ NSFW/18+ ] Snap (part 2) - Honesty [ NSFW/18+ - no smut ]

Entry #2 : Various headcanons [ SFW ]

Entry #3 : top/bottom headcanons [ NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #4 : Anatomy headcanons [ SFW ]

Entry #5 : x unhinged reader [ SFW ]

Entry #6 : x former relative reader [ SFW ]

Entry #7 : Vox and Blackouts trope loose headcanons - more rambling [ SFW - NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #8 : Why So Blue? Vox x hacker/troll!reader [ SFW ] (oneshot version)

Why So Blue Fic Masterlist

Entry #9 : More Vox headcanons [ SFW - NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #10 : actually dating Vox - the bad and the slightly better [ NSFW ]

Entry #11 : Vox x a reader who's incredibly similar to him [ SFW ]

Entry #12 : - 'Really? Here?' Vox x reader smut [ NSFW ]

Entry #13 : Vox realising he has feelings for you [ SFW ]

Other:

Tech demon/ Vox-like demons hc [ SFW ]

Rosie

Entry #1 Small hurt/comfort drabble [ SFW ]

Entry #2 : Introducing fem!S/O to Alastor drabble [ SFW ]

Entry #3 : Eating Out reader hcs [ NSFW ]

Angel

Entry #1 : Safe And Sound If Only For Now x reader angsty hurt/comfort fic [ NSFW - no smut but strong themes ]

Entry #2 : Soft sex hcs [ NSFW/18+ ]

Husk

Entry #1 : x housekeeper!Reader hcs [ SFW ]

Lucifer

Dealbreaker / DB

OC and other worldbuilding stuff

Entry #1 : The Dealbreaking Demon concept art / OC [ SFW ]

Entry #2 : Dealbreaker lore / worldbuilding [ SFW ]

Entry #3 : Tech demons/Vox-like demons and why they don't seem to exist

Entry #4 : Proper character sheet for Atlas [ SFW ]

Other:

Mini comic - Alleyways [ SFW ]

YAN! Kokushibō 黒死牟 hcs. +

CWS + Assault, Gorey themes, Murder, Decapitation, Wisteria Poisoning, Breaking of bones, Reader is held hostage, Kokushibou slaughters everyone basically, Cutting of limbs, Captivity, Unhealthy obsession, Unhealthy relationship, Strength difference, dead dove; do not eat!

NOTE + Hello~ I’m back again, sorry for the absence. Again, the warnings are as it says.

+ yaeshigan +

I - There's a high chance that you either are Kokushibou's descendant, a far family member or a reincarnation of his past lover. If not, then you're probably demonslayer that he's stumbled upon and taken an interest to.

II - He'd probably met you while you were still a demonslayer.

III - You were still far way weaker than him, and he was an uppermoon, so the strength comparison was very clear.

IV - And even though you tried your best attempts at killing him, the only thing he did to stop you was parry your attacks and move to the other side to dodge.

V - He thought your attempts were wasted and took amusement in seeing you try hard and make no progress. And you still dared to stand up again and try over and over.

VI - That's probably why he fell for you.

VII - Now, since you're so weak in comparison to him, he treats you almost like a toddler that can't do anything for themselves because they're so oblivious.

VIII - He was very quiet and reserved at first when taking you. You probably fought back, but that ended with you almost breaking every single bone in your body. It's for your best, right?

IX - Doesn't bring you to uppermoon meetings, partially because the disgusting behaviours of his 'lower' comrades are far way too concerning and he doesn't want to endanger you. ahem ahem, Doma.

X - And he's also afraid that Muzan will force him to end your life.

XI - Kokushibou has mindfog that probably confuses Muzan a lot, so he can't find you, or literally anything about anything in his thoughts. They're just empty. So it doesn't worry Kokushibou when he goes to meetings without you.

XII - Kokushibou isn't stupid, he obviously kills your kasugai crow on sight, and if it actually succeeded in escaping, he would go to insane lengths just to get rid of evidence.

XIII - He ends up slaughtering your family, anybody the kasugai crow has alerted and probably a few hashiras.

XIV - I like to think Kokushibou still lives in the house that he lived in when he was still young, and when Yoriichi still lived.

XV - Kokushibou's envy over Yoriichi pushes him into the thought of that if you ever knew Yoriichi existed, it would cause him problems. He probably thought that if you knew he existed, it would mean there was a way to decapitate him.

XVI - Kokushibou doesn't like to express his affection through words or even say anything to initiate it. He just walks up to you one night and then ends up quietly hugging you in a way to show that he cares.

XVII - Don't get me wrong though, if you were to refuse him, it wouldn't look so good for you.

XVIII - Kokushibou may care about you and your mental health, but if you push him, he won't hesitate to cut a limb or two off.

XIX - Kokushibou is a very good example of the sins wrath and envy, he doesn’t like it when you or someone else mentions Yoriichi if you knew about him, or anything generally related to his former family.

XX - Kokushibou hates that he has to hide you away from the kizuki, demonslayers and many other dangerous things, he’d rather have you become a kizuki like him but then he knows that you’ll be at risk of being killed by a demonslayer and he wouldn’t be able to live with that, so he tries to keep you human for as physically as long as possible.

XXI - He’ll go as far to keeping you human until you’re old, or if you get incureably sick or can’t communicate anymore.

XXII - Then he’ll give you some of his blood, but he’ll only give you a little, to make sure it goes through and that you won’t die on him.

XXIII - Since Kokushibou tends to avoid speaking as much, his love language is more acts of service. Quiet actions like hugging you from behind or giving you headpats.

XXIV - Kokushibou doesn’t want you to continue your hobby of swordmansship at all, he fears that you’ll try to rebel and then get injured because he had to stop you from attacking him.

XXV - Kokushibou may be cool and rarely get angry or mad, but when he does, absolute hell breaks loose. So much that calling it angry would be an understatement. The only way to really push him though would be to continously try to escape, hide yourself from him or try your damnest at poisoning him with wisteria.

XXVI - Since Kokushibou can’t ever go into the sun, when daylight hours are present he’s always reserting to keeping himself company with you in his house while he waits for nighthours to approach.

XXVII - While Kokushibou may be uppermoon one and is very loyal to Muzan, he isn’t afraid of bending his rules one or two times to keep you safe or hidden from his view. So the chances of Muzan finding your existence is very low and keeps him from ending you.

XXVIII - Overall, Kokushibou is pretty possessive and obsessed over you and would do anything to live an eternal life with you.

I’m gonna be doing Gyūtarō next. Send reccommendations pls tho, it motivates me a lot💕💗

please check this post.

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐒/𝐎!

includes ;; muzan, kokushibo, doma, akaza, hantengu + clones, gyokko, gyutaro, daki, nakime, rui, enmu content ;; tw: blood/mentions of blood, fluff (?), possessiveness, jealousy, slight yandere themes (?), biting a/n ;; just wanted to remind those who forgot! marechi refers to a special (intoxicating to demons) blood quality that only a handful of humans possess! + i wanted to include as many demons as i could, so apologies for the long post!

☆☆☆ # muzan kibutsuji !

he's known it since the start. in fact, it does make you special to him, its the reason why he noticed you so blatantly amidst other humans in the first place.

would try to use your blood in his research. after all, when would he get his hands on another marechi again? another 50 years?

but unfortunately for him. . . he's very fond of you.

at the back of his mind, whenever he takes you out for the night or watches you resting, he thinks to himself: when will you, and your blood outlive its usefulness? and when would be the perfect time to turn you into a demon?

surely you'd be very impressive as a demon.

he smiles to himself at the thought, looking over at your sleeping form with a tender feeling blooming inside of his chest.

☆☆☆ # kokushibo !

its. . . not surprising in the least. he could tell right away that something was off about you. its only when you clumsily hurt yourself that he confirms that you are a marechi.

he can suppress the urge to bite or eat you well enough, your just-- intoxicating to him altogether.

he likes to be near you now more than ever, accepting any kind of physical touch as a comfort.

likes to have you sit on his lap or have a hand on you whenever he can.

he would not allow any other demon (or anyone in general) to lay their hands upon you.

takes it as a challenge when someone oversteps their boundaries to you. will become violent as he's extremely protective of you + with added heft because of the fact that you are a marechi

☆☆☆ # doma !

he, like all the other demons, know just how rare a marechi is!

if he thought you weren't distracting before-! NOW, you are all he can think of

better than anything his followers could give him; no jewels, no gold, no praise could ever be worth more (it couldn't before he learned this, but now! now that he knows he's ecstatic!)

you whole-heartedly hold his all of his affections and adoration!

doesn't like the idea of fighting others over you (if its a lesser demon or a lower rank, he'll demolish them without a second thought. . .) but fighting someone like kokushibo is unthinkable!

but you know. . . he would.

becomes extremely possessive over you, not quite jealous per se. . . but he does need to know where you are at all times + occupy your space almost 24/7

gosh, you are just so damned precious aren't you?

☆☆☆ # akaza !

learning that you're a marechi is honestly. . . pretty bad news.

he worries that something bad could happen to you (being involved with demons after all) and that there's a chance he can't protect you like he wants

he doesn't mind your blood (his training disciplines him enough to not mind the fact that you're literally intoxicating)

spends a bit too much time with you, reassuring you that he's there for you and holding you. (side note: loves when you lay on him)

would not do anything without your permission, but if he thought turning you into a demon or hiding you was the right thing to do, he would say so

other than that, he's still your partner, through and through

☆☆☆ # hantengu + clones !

someone would have to point out to hantengu that you were, in fact, a marechi. and if that person was an upper rank demon, you can bet his personalities would split in fear

sekido, turns his rage onto the other clones and demons. they are inferior and could not keep you safe like he could

karaku, would love spending time with you, who cares about your. . . very potent blood? he's way more affectionate now that he knows

aizetsu, is (obviously) devastated to learn this. what if he's unable to protect you?. . . like karaku, he likes to be near you, laying his head on your lap when he can for comfort.

urogi, adores you! being a marechi doesn't really change a thing about what he thinks

zohakuten, is the one who can 'actually' protect you and makes it his sole purpose. after all, you do mean everything to him, its his job to do so.

when the clones learn about your blood, everything seems to be scaled up to 100 with them. . .

☆☆☆ # gyokko !

ugh! this is perfect! perfect! PERFECT!

it took him a moment too long to catch onto that-- particular smell that always followed you. he was always too preoccupied on his work or trying to garner your attention to realize it!

then it hit him like a pile of bricks.

you were a marechi! his own one of a kind work of art!

your blood crafted by the gods themselves and blessed upon him! of all people!

like the ❛true work of art❜ you are, he likes to flaunt and taunt the other demons with his relationship to you. (would definitely do that thing where he hides behind you and sticks his tongue out at them)

his body/tail is almost always encircling you (protective or possessive gesture? . . . maybe a bit of both)

i mean, in his eyes, you've always carried unique + immense beauty; but to have all the other demons jealous of him is the cherry on top! for a while (maybe a few decades or so) you and your presence become his ultimate muse

☆☆☆ # gyutaro !

conflicted about the fact when he finds out.

what is he supposed to do with you now? of course, of course! on top of being flawless in his eyes you're also a damned marechi! ACTUALLY FLAWLESS

(he's pissed off + currently picking the hell out of his skin with anxiety and frustration)

how could you hide something like this from him?! then, he calms down as ❛all is revealed to him❜

you're his, plain and simple. what's there to be jealous or insecure about? the problem (in his mind) lies within the other demons

currently: a little more clingy and teasing towards you. definitely likes to try and embarrass you by showering you with affection

overall, just indulging in your presence.

☆☆☆ # daki !

would not be able to tell on her own that you're a marechi, and when she learns that you are-- its like a dark heavy veil falls upon her: ❛you. . . WHAT?!!!❜

would try to bite you, and there's like a 50/50 chance she regrets the thought. or actually does it. . .

hopes you'll ❛get over it❜ and come cuddle with her again ♡

without a doubt, she thinks no one could over-power her to get to you (when/if proved wrong) she starts to cry because 1, she's weaker than she thought and 2, because what's going to happen to you if she can't protect you?

if she did ask her brother for help, she'd actually doubt him too. would gyutaro try and take you? because she'd fight with him too. . . just wouldn't want to resort to that.

she's not overtly possessive, but your dead wrong if you think she wouldn't be the literal embodiment of jealousy

would be really proud to be with you

☆☆☆ # nakime !

the biwa demon tries to care less when its revealed to her that you're a marechi:

❛is that a fact?❜

you've always been her source of comfort, its usually very reassuring to have you near her. . . but lately, its hard for her to concentrate on-just about anything she does.

is whole-heartedly trying to focus on her biwa and physically wincing at every missed note. . . but how can she when you're just sitting there overwhelming her thoughts?!

she's always adored your attention, and now that playing her instrument has become a tad distracting to her. . . she likes to spend time with you personally. you're thoughts on her infinity castle? would you like a tour of her favorite spots? and one new feature she is currently in love with is: holding your hands in hers.

wouldn't like confrontation with other demons, a physical fight is off the table. . . but she could sure hide you better.

☆☆☆ # rui !

accidentally cuts you with a string while the two of you are playing cats cradle.

is very interested in a ❛marechi❜ (at first he doesn't know what to call you as he's never encountered someone with your kind of blood before)

is over protective, to the point of casual violence (will casually slice up a demon that thinks you'd make a good meal)

besides the effect it has on other demons, rui doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. from the smell to the physical effects your blood has on him. . . its pretty minimal

but he can always be jealous-- and petty (he's 100% smiling at the prospect of fighting other demons over you)

really. he wouldn't allow anything to separate you from him. not because of anything. so your stuck with him, marechi or not.

☆☆☆ # enmu !

initially thinks that this is a WONDERFUL revelation!

then he's internally conflicted by the idea of eating you or spending his life with you. and will be for a long time.

dammit! just give him some of your blood!

becomes pesky pesky enmu.

and does revel in the fact that he can just openly lay on you, bothering and being as close as possible to you!

wants to spend a ton of time with you now that he knows + starts asking questions

finally thinks that turning you into a demon could be an amazing idea! : would your special blood make you stronger? would you be stronger than him? oh the possibilities!

but. . . as much as he loves having fun with you. . . he does care about your health. . . a little too much. everything in him is so conflicting right now.

NSFW: Getting Railed By Kokushibo

Warnings - public sex ( sex in a forest ), rape / noncon, dom!kokushibo, mention of and licking of blood, choking, heat cycle, degradation.

Authors note - fem reader.

You forgot how many hours had gone by. The only thing you could hear out of your daze was the moans both of you were making.

When you got home to your lover today, he seemed odd… he was just avoiding you. Not making eye contact, greeting you, or acknowledging you. You originally thought you had done something wrong. The last thing you would’ve have guessed was that he was in a heat cycle, a VERY heated one.

As he speared it on his large cock. He ruts and thrusts against you like a wild animal. “Fuck… i told you… to leave me alone. Why the… fuck did you not listen… to me. Well, i guess… I’ll have to show you… how i- fuck- how i punish… naughty girls…” As he was continuing to push past your cervix and thrust his hefty cock into the top of your womb. Grabbing your throat roughly, he started to choke you and bite you until the sight of blood on your throat. When he seemed pleased with the marking, he stopped biting and licked up the blood. “ ha… i can feel you… getting wetter, slut! Do you really… like when im this… rough with you?” He questioned as he fucked you senseless all night long.