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Demon Slayer AU where everything is the same except Yoriichi is a ghost.

He’s corporal/people can see him, he can change his appearance from when he was a kid to when he was old.

He follows Tanjiro around. They met sometime before the Hashira Training Arc for sure, but how early depends on what the writer decides. Has he been there since pre-canon? Or did he show up after the Entertainment District Arc (would honestly make most sense since Tanjiro didn’t know about Sun Breathing until after Mugen Train, but again this is an AU).

He meets Muichiro, and after it clicks that he’s Michikatsu’s descendant Yoriichi follows him around too, eager to be close with the family he could never have.

Depending on when they met, Yoriichi could help Muichiro recover is missing memories earlier than in canon.

Other things about/to include in the AU:

Kamaboko Squad centric (Tanjiro, Nezuko, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Kanao, Genya, AND Aoi and Senjuro)

each member gets a one-on-one interaction with him at some point, which will add to their own personal character growth

Whether or not Yoriichi can physically interact with others is up to the writer

making him able to fight demons seems kinda OP, so unless the writer can find a way to make it make sense about how he can maybe don’t do that

maybe he can exude enough strength to stun demons, but not fully kill them

can he pick things up, or do they just pass through him?

He helps train Tanjiro, making him more proficient in Sun Breathing

this can give Tanjiro more time to hone is Water Breathing. It always irked me that Tanjiro didn’t practice Water Breathing as much when he discovered Sun Breathing (don’t quote me on that, I get my info from TikToks and reaction videos. But why learn two breathing styles and not increase your skill in both?)

this can allow a Giyuu training session in the Hashira Training Arc that we didn’t get to see

Expanding on Yoriichi changing his age: I feel like the older he presents himself, the more power he would have. So when he’s fighting, he’s somewhere between his 20s and 80s. However, because this takes up a lot of energy, when he’s not fighting he’s typically in the form of himself as a child or in his teens

whether or not his mentality/maturity is affected when he’s at different ages is up to the writer so long as it’s not portrayed in an erotic/kinky way

Yoriichi can give tips to the Hashiras that those in the Sengoku Era used (information always has the potential to be forgotten, so maybe there were some tricks that were forgotten about?)

can provide more information about Muzan and his weaknesses, since he was the only swordsman who came close to killing the Demon King

Interactions with Lady Tamayo and Yushiro!

Fluffy moments! Slice of Life, Found Family, all the tropes! Let him be the father to the Kamaboko Squad that they never had/lost (let him have the chance to be the father he never got to be)

Lots of interactions with Genya (is my favoritism showing?)

bonding over being the younger brother

bonding over their endless love for their older brothers

bonding over their older brothers who do so much to hurt them, but they just can’t stop admiring them

Let Yoriichi give Sanemi a talking to

yes, I understand why Sanemi acted towards Genya the way he did. He wanted to protect him, keep him out of danger. However. Good intentions DO NOT give you a free pass on bad actions.

the way that Sanemi treated Genya was cruel and frankly unacceptable; he could’ve gone about it in a much more mature manner

Interactions with Giyuu and Yoriichi!!

mostly bc Giyuu is my fav Hashira, but I notice a lot of similarities between them

Maybe Yoriichi can provide information about Kokushibo/Uppermoon 1?

Yoriichi has the flute that Michikatsu gave him with him in his ghost form

Additional weaknesses up to the writer (this goes for powers too)

Kamaboko Squad showing Yoriichi present-day things

A mix of fluff, angst, etc.

rating is up to the author

ANY SHIP is welcome so long as it is:

legal

not a pro-ship

treated respectfully/with some level of understanding

^^continuing from this, it doesn’t matter if you include SaneKane, SaneGiyuu, ShinoGiyuu, ShinoMitsu, SaneMitsu, ObaGiyuu, UzuRen, or any other pairing, polyamorous included. It doesn’t matter if there’s no ships at all. Everyone has there own preferences, and it’s up to both the reader and the writer to be respectful about it

This is all I’ve come up with for now! I’ll most likely come back and add more at some point, but if you have any ideas or suggestions let me know too!

If you end up using this idea, credit me with my Tumblr, and if you want to as well my AO3 which can be found in my profile :)

Two special interests in one

it's fun

THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE AFFSBHYCV-

i promised the masses more pint-sized pillars au. they are family

Yo what if I made a whole demon slayer AU for the YV boys and their listeners 👀

I’m not very great with animation and I also have work and school so it would probably be a picture at a time, but would yall still wanna see that?

I already have some rough ideas and sketches for them

Not gonna lie , had a dream where Yoriichi managed to capture muzan the first time in the sengoku period and sort of kept him around in order to try to turn him into a human.

Information below

In the au he's sort of like nezuko (like small in order to conserve energy and stuff). In order to not get killed he reluctantly goes along with Yoriichi's plan despite not wanting to be human again because he's afraid that'd his weak body would return.

Kokoshibou was also there lol. But mostly to carry the box they kept muzan in.

There was this cute scene of muzan with oversized clothing and an a sunhat trying to see if it could withstand the sun. He didn't go through with the plan though, so he stuck with this box.

(for some reason they were in tanjiro's time period, so it must of been a time travel au ... So modern-ish muzan is there too and tanjiro's confused because he can sense two people with the same smell).

It was a cute dream. Tiny muzan kept arguing with Yoriichi about what he can or cannot eat (despite hiding further away from him).

I don't think this muzan would wear a muzzle since I believe he can control himself pretty well , though Yoriichi keeps a muzzle on hand in case of emergencies.

Both Roy and Riza are Hashira, Roy of course uses flame breathing and Riza can’t use a breathing style (genya style)

She has a sword as well but she doesn’t like using it. She’s good at it (because she’s good at everything) but it’s not comfortable to her, she’s great with guns tho!

They’re still a dynamic duo who kick ass together. They consistently take missions with each other and their relationship is still the same with fma. The even have matching haoris 💕💕

Also I’m like, super cringe and made a little logo thingy by bashing the two show logos together lmao it just looks cooler than me handwriting the au name lmao

I have 7/9 hashira designed and all their backstories written. Still working on their story involvement but WOW is this au more detailed than my usual lmao

Anyways enjoy PFFT

Combining 2 random hyperfixations pt3

Close up under break

just rewatched demon slayer…you know what that means 😈

au’s are my passion

one of the funniest things about the au I'm writing is the tanjiro effect is the exact opposite. people just really hate this guy for no reason

Listen, KNY Mermaid/Pirate AU but the men are the mermaids and the women are the pirates --

Edit: Giyuu got saved yay

-` 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤 ´-

[ 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ]

【 𝙃𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙃𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 】

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 (Ending)

【 𝙑𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙭 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 】

Teaser

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Doodles

Part 4

[ 𝐀𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ]

【 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙙/𝙋𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝘼𝙐】

Kanae meets Sanemi and Shinobu is trying to grill Giyuu alive

Giyuu is saved yay

The Butterfly Pirates info

Lionfish based merman Kyojuro and Betta fish based Akaza (ft Inosuke)

Barmaid Mitsuri

Sea creatures they're based off

Sanemi stares at Kanae's poster

Yooo Giyushino crumbles 🤭

How Tanjirou and Kanao met + doodles

Injured Kanae

Sanekana crumbles

【 𝙐𝙣𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙉𝙚𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 】

The first

The second

The third

The fourth

The fifth

[ 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ]

【 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙨 】

Chibi Tanjirou, Luffy and Izuku

Tanjirou's forehead

Ft. Nezuko and her Blood Demon Art

One day at the park...

They have tragic siblings yeah

🍉

【𝙁𝙉𝘼𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝘿𝘿𝙔 𝙂𝙐𝘼𝙍𝘿】

"Bodyguard? More like Buddy-guard! "

Enter Rafael (Astra's second eldest brother)

Here's a AO3 fic

Sun and Moon (Sol and Mani) dragons

More bodyguards

just rewatched demon slayer…you know what that means 😈

au’s are my passion

Inverted Rengoku from my Inverted Demon Slayer au. He is a quiet man with a permanent frown etched into his face. Rengoku is incredibly skilled Hashira, but hidden behind his talents is a mind filled with dark desires that he doesn't express. After all, it would be scandalous if the corps discovered that a Hashira wanted to become a demon.

My new Demon Slayer Au. It's called, the inverted au. All characters have their color palattes inverted along with their personalities, goals, moral compass, and their relationships in some way. However, the story will still stick to cannon and will only suffer minor deviations.(Example: Tanjiro is very rude and has no sympathy for demons in any way, but he still is the hero and is trying to cure Nezuko.)

This is my drawing of Inverted! Tomioka. He generally appears to be happy, but inside he carries a lack of care for others that has left his life a total mess as a result. He still gives Nezuko a chance at living as he sees it as a way to prove to himself whether or not people are actually worth saving. He sort of acts like Douma in a way.

I love this idea, but specifically the whole assassinating Kyogo part. The angst potential with Genya is crazy….

How would you imagine if the pillars were the parents/siblings/other family members instead of what we have rn

imagine seeing Kanroji's dad opening his eyes in battle and you see he has flower breathing final form eyes this whole time under those close eyes 💀

I think Tengen's brother and Kyogo would have beef ngl

Water Pillar Tsutako: She's avenging her little brother Giyuu and his annoying best friend Sabito. Best friend of the Kochous. Flame Pillar Shinjuro: Ruka is alive and well and she keeps him from falling into the despair of perfectionism. Kyojuro is his Tsuguko. Love Pillar the Kanrojis: They couldn't stand the idea of their daughter fighting alone. Turns out Love Breath is strongest among married couples! Snake Pillar Cousin Iguro: She's got to avenge her family who all died because of a demon! Also she has a stupid cousin who is living a peaceful life somewhere. Also, Pillars make lots of money and that motivated her. Mist Pillar Daddy Tokitou: Amane visited long before anybody got sick. He fights to protect his wife and twin children. Sound Pillar Uzui Bro: He only joined so he could kill his target, Shinazugawa Kyogo. He retires after that and his sister-in-law Hinatsuru takes over the position. Sound Pillar Shinazugawa Kyogo: is dead. His son who can't use Breath but can eat demons replaces him. Rock Pillar Sayo: Turns out she was a very, very strong 4-year-old. She gets scared having to fight but the monk who raised her supports her. The Kanroji Couple makes sure to introduce her to their daughter, who she looks up to like her own Oneesama. Insect Pillar Kanae: Is basically the same. But she uses poison! Yay!

While watching GBAL i noticed some things in common with KNY so....here i am! Should I make more about this? [Ps i draw these at school so I couldn't use any reference+ i have no idea how to draw Kakushis.]

(TW mention about blood illnesses death) (Part one) The mothers flame au demon slayer

In this au Kyojuro is cursed made from demon blood art ruka had the same one that's how she passed away in this au I'll get into how the curse works: the affects it has on the body it can says coughing up blood having a weaker heart getting exhausted easily from even just walking for a while struggling to stand and walk for long periods of time and losing some but not always all of your sight it's not always fatal and when kyojuro or when ruka used to use flame breathing if they overuse it it can leave burn marks (Ruka knew how to do flame breathing also water breathing and was a hashira also created whats known as lava breathing it comes from flame breathing and water breathing she was a tsugoku of Urokodaki and even when she retired because of her curse they remained good friends) back to the au the curse only affects females in this au like how the ubuyashiki curse only affects the males (Btw Kyojuro is transmasc in this au that's how it affects him he also looks exactly like ruka but he has his original eyes and some red strips in his hair and red more femmine) and before ruka passed she left a book on lava and flame breathing explaining alot of it and years later senjuro found it and started to learn how to do lava breathing and became a demon slayer training under his brother and giyuu now to kyojuro he got the curse on his 20th birthday shinbou was the first to find out and was worried but kyojuro insisted he would remain the flame pillar but shinbou was still worried and told him he should tell the other hashira so they could look out for him and help him if needed kyojuro didn't want to worry them but knew shinbou was right and he told them but also told them that he's not defenseless and still can do his job and not to worry about him to much eventually shinjuro found out from obanai because obanai was very worried about kyojuro shinjuro was very mad and yelled at kyojuro to retire and quit being a hashira for his own health but kyojuro insisted he could so it and eventually convinces Shinjuro but that didn't stop shinjuros worry so shinjuro made sure to send letters everyday to make sure kyojuro is alright but will insist its just for senjuros sake (that's all for now I'll make a part two for another of my aus goodbye)

A beautiful fall day

Rengoku Kyojuro

WIP that I just wanted to share

Idol AU Rengoku

I'm drawing on IbisPaint

Kyojuro Rengoku. Because why not

Finally finished the art for the TMC x KNY au. It's only the main four victim's, but I plan on doing the rest eventually.

Here's the picture without the layer's on top.

Quick overview of each character's breathing styles (minus Cesar since he's a demon in this au):

Mark - Water Breathing (He is our Tanjiro stand-in so this is par for the course.)

Adam - Serpent Breathing (I, honest to god, had no idea what to do with him. While he is sort of the Inosuke stand-in, I wanted to diverge a bit from that, more or less. So, I didn't give him Inosuke's breathing style and gave him this one instead. It mostly had to do with the lore behind Adam's name; you know, the snake in the tree of knowledge. I thought it was clever.)

Jonah - Thunder Breathing (Naturally, I had to make him the Zenitsu of the au.)

OK, so I've been holding it off for a while (mostly because I wanted to make art for this, but due to circumstances I can't put the original pieces and I'm still working on the new one's), but I feel like you deserve some context on that Mandela Catalogue x Demon Slayer au I've had laying around so he we go.

This au follow's a lot of beats in KNY, but with Mandela character's + some oc's plastered on with a few small changes. I wrote a whole explanation on the Lore, but it's long as hell so I'll try to simplify it as much as I can:

(Quick context: Mark started living with Cesar and Mrs Torres after his mother left and his father died. She like's to help out whenever she can, feeling like she owes them. Also, don't think about the location/time period too much, I didn't really think through it.)

During a harsh winter, Mrs Torres get's sick and Cesar stay's home to take care of her, asking Mark to get some medicine after selling the coal. Not being one to refuse his friend, Mark agrees and head's down the mountain to the village of Mandela. After finishing her round's, Mark get's the medicine Cesar needed and make's her way back up the mountain.

It was getting dark and a storm was picking up. Halfway up the mountain, Mark is stopped by Noah (an oc/young father whose family live's close to the Torres')who warn's her about the storm and demon's coming out during the night. Noah insists that Mark stay the night with his family, who are just about to have dinner, and despite his initial refusal, the younger boy join's them for the night.

After that, Noah give's Mark the basic explanation that Tanjiro got about demon's and demon slayer's, you know the drill. Poor thing goes to sleep scared that night.

The next morning, Mark continues his way up the mountain with more speed than he did yesterday. He finally approaches the Torres house when the smell of blood suddenly fill's his senses. Scared, she quickly grab's a hatchet from outside and carefully make's her way to the front door. When she open's it, she see's Cesar's bloodied body pressed against his mother's, a pool of blood right under her. This, naturally, scare's the hell out of Mark and he immediately check's on the two. Mrs Torres, unfortunately, wasn't breathing, but somehow Cesar still had a pulse. Mark was relieved to know that her best friend survived and quickly slung him over her shoulder's in order to get him help.

While running down the mountain, Cesar slowly start's to come into consciousness. Mark tries to reassure his friend that they'll get help for his wounds, but the half dead boy just growl's instead of saying anything. Suddenly, Cesar freak's out causing Mark to lose his balance and the two fall off the cliff they were near. Thankfully, with a mix of snow and anime bullshit, the two survive the fall almost completely unscathed.

Mark, still a bit panicked from the fall, tries to find Cesar only to see him standing perfe tly fine. She ask's him if he's hurt when he suddenly lunges straight at her. Confused, Mark tries to reason with Cesar, but all he get's is a slew of incoherent growling.

Wouldn't ya know, Cesar had been turned into a demon!

Some emotional scene's later, the two are suddenly ambushed by a demon slayer, who is none other than Thatcher Davis, him freaking self!

Thatcher, being a demon slayer, is responsible for putting Cesar out of his misery, but Mark isn't going to let his friend die that easily, regardless of him being a demon or not. She decide's that she will become a demon slayer herself, kill whoever did this to Cesar, and cure him.

While Thatcher is impressed by her determination, he isn't just gonna let a demon go because of a probably empty promise. The two human's get in a fight that end's with the older of the two knocking the other out. Thatcher tries to get back to killing the demon, but Cesar manage's to escape in the struggle and sneak attack's the man. Then, seeing Mark unconscious, he run's right to him and just before Thatcher can pull out his blade….Cesar stand's protectively in front of his friend. This is what finally convinces Thatcher to give the kid a chance.

Mark wake's up to find Cesar unconscious and gagged right next to him. Thatcher explain's that he (Cesar) will need to stay out of the sun and must wear the mouthpiece in order to prevent him from eating any human's. He then leaves the two, but not before giving them a note to meet with the water hashira in the mountain's, who will help Mark in her training.

And that's the plot! There are other character's here, of course, but wanted to start with the first episode's plot and work my way up (I don't watch much demon slayer), so this is all you're getting. Still, I hope you like my au! I will eventually post some designs (maybe even some scene edits or whatever they're called), but that will have to wait!

KNY AUUUUUU

Here’s a demon Sanemi au but he’s like Nezuko, he’s a lot more growly and aggressive but he doesn’t eat people. Imagine a small dog that has the devil inside it, yeah it’s gonna make demonic sounds at you but it aint gonna do jack to you

I just really love these two dearly They make me incredibly sad all the time

Off the Record | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, food play (with wine), fingering, squirting (first-time ayyyye), oral sex fem! receiving, raw sex, rough sex, reader gets that good stuff, cum on chest

word count: 2.4k

a/n: guys I may have an addiction to the Demon Slayer cast... will I seek help for it...? Absolutely not.

His eyes gleam with the soft glow of the light over your head. Behind him are massive windows that show the cityscape of modern-day Tokyo, the twinkling neon lights like stars you could touch. You’d always dreamed of coming into this building, but never had you thought you’d be sitting here – across from the biggest name in Japan and quite frankly, the world. 

It made your whole body buzz with child-like excitement. As an interviewer, you had to scrape by on nothing until the right opportunities presented themselves. When your boss specifically asked for you to hold the in-house interview, you knew this was your big break.

“So, Mr.Kibutsuji, the paparazzi have difficulty finding you.” He smirks, leaning back against the large couch he sat on across from you – only a table separating you from the mysterious man. 

He peers off to the side, studying a magnificent piece of artwork on his wall. “It’s because I don’t want them to.” He blinks the crimson of his eyes back on your sweet face. His answer is matter-of-fact and if he went on like this, the interview would surely be a bust. 

You laugh politely, looking down at your approved list of questions. The thumping in your chest tells you that this isn’t a good idea, but you set it firmly down on the table in front of you, grinning up at the worldwide star. “Is that so? Mind if I ask you some questions off the record?” You scoot to the edge of your seat, watching as the ravenette perks up at your question. 

It intrigued him. He asked for an inexperienced rookie to simply ask him the questions on the sheet and not pry into his carefully secluded life. Yet, here you were, the questionnaire already on the table with a perky smile on your lips. Muzan feels the corner of his mouth quirk into a grin. He blows out a breath, gesturing in a circular motion freely with one of his hands still strung across the back of the couch. “You’re going to no matter what, so why not give you what you want?” He hums, distracted by the way your knees part ever so slightly to position yourself more comfortably on his furniture. A jolt of electricity pulses through him, shocking him into meeting your intense gaze. 

Muzan Kibutsuji had spent a millennium disregarding the way women made him feel. Never had one interested him enough to break focus on his goals. Sex was something to break the silence of failure, not anything to spend his time on. But you… you were a carefully crafted complexity of sexual frustration. 

He runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth, suddenly parched for a taste of anything. The ringing of your laughter snaps him out of his daze momentarily. “Yes well, I’m known to be pushy when I want something.” 

Me too, Muzan thought. You open your mouth as if you’re about to start, but then you pause, screwing your lips shut. “Before we start, do you mind if we get something to drink? I’m dry as a mouse over here.” You mess with your fingers nervously wondering if that was the correct thing to ask. 

Muzan lifts a brow. “I was unaware mice got dry.” Nevertheless, he lifts himself off the couch. “But that is acceptable. If you’ll follow me to the kitchen?” He walks around the side of the table, offering you a hand. You gulp, tentatively putting your hand in his. 

He guides you to the kitchen island, pulling out a seat for you. You thank him with a nod of your head, gratefully climbing onto the stool. Setting down the tape recorder on the counter, you glance around the silver and white area. The kitchen is just as dim as the living room, the lack of light only making the slight brush of Muzan’s arm against your back send shivers down your spine. “I’ve always wanted to come into this building,” you blurt before cursing lightly under your breath. “Well, er, I mean to say… thank you. I’m grateful for this experience.” You ramble to cover up the embarrassing fact that you basically just admitted you’re poor. Muzan chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling around your head as he sets two wine glasses on the marble countertop. 

“Château Lafite 1869?” He lifts an expensive-looking bottle in the air. You catch a glimpse of the label, a detailed depiction of some sort of mansion with trees around it. He pours the red liquid into the cups, the noise filling the silence. When he’s done he picks both glasses up by the stem of their neck, setting one down in front of you. The aroma is divine. “My turn for a question.” Muzan leans against the lip of the island, staring into the pool of wine in his glass. He swirls it around, glancing up at you. “Just how thankful are you?” He questions.

You smile, bringing the glass to your lips and letting a bit of the wine fill your mouth. Muzan watches you with swept attention. The flavor is complex but you catch a hint of spiciness hit the back of your throat. You set the wine glass down, trying to think of a response. “You’ve done it all wrong,” Muzan’s brows are furrowed as he stalks toward you. He grabs hold of the glass, dipping his finger into it. Your eyes widen when he drags the pad of his finger along your lips. Subconsciously you part your lips, breathing shakily as you daringly dart your tongue out. 

His eyes light up like an inferno, capturing your chin his nostrils flare. “So thankful I’d do anything.” You sputter out against the hard grasp he has on your chin. He rolls his lips under his teeth, huffing out a laugh. 

His free hand grabs your ass, spinning you around on the stool so you’re straddling him. “Is that so darlin’?” He flings your head to the side, the motion making you fall against the back of the counter. “You figure you don’t have what it takes to succeed so you’ll suck my cock, is that it?” He mummers, dragging the back of his hand down your exposed neck. 

Your body heats as you narrow your eyes. “No, that not-” You shut your mouth when his gaze locks onto yours. 

His hands find their way to your thighs, pressing them apart and savoring how your skirt rids up the plush skin. “Oh come on, you even wore a skirt. You knew what you were doing. Off the record? Please, that’s so they won’t hear you screaming my name back at the office,” He squeezes the skin of your thigh, causing you to hiss out in pain. “But I can fix that.” He smirks, running his fingers over the bruised skin. 

You pant heavily as you watch him devour you with his gaze. “We,” You gasp as he somehow rips your shirt to shreds. You regard the fabric of the once nice shirt that covered your torso now falling to the floor – parts of it still clinging to your body. 

The man in front of you runs a hand through his hair, grinning at the sight before him. “That’s more like it,” He hums, plucking the clasp on your back apart, letting your bra slide down your shoulders. “By all means, if you were about to mention the interview, continue asking me questions.” He pushes further between your thighs, flicking your nipple. You groan, the sensitive bud growing stiff. Muzan scoffs. “Though I doubt you’ll be able to.” 

He gathers liquid on two of his fingers, shoving them into your mouth. You squeak at the rough plunge, but your tongue sucks around the earthy tones of the wine. “Hmm, I think I’d rather like the look of you on my counter. Up you go.” You’re being lifted suddenly onto the island. Your skirt is around your hips, the cold of the counter on your ass making you squirm around. “Spread your legs.” He instructs, inspecting how you shyly part your legs, revealing your naked pussy. He scoffs again, tilting his head with a smug expression. 

You turn your cheek against the counter, flushing with embarrassment. “Don’t laugh,” You whine, pouting as the heat of his hand traverses up your leg. 

Muzan’s fingers graze the area of your inner thigh with lecherous intent. “Don’t be embarrassed, I don’t blame you for wanting to fuck me.” Your eyes flutter shut as he draws circles around your mound, playing with your emotions like they were an appetizer. “Besides, I’m going to fuck you real good,” His fingers slide into your pussy, exploring the new area. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut at the sensation. “Hmph, already so wet. You sure did come hot and slick.” He muses, using his thumb to press into your swollen clit. 

A hand clamps over your mouth as you writhe against his ministrations. “Fuck, sir-” Muzan shoves his fingers deeper, aggressively reaching for your throat. His massive hand wraps around the span of your throat, squeezing your windpipes. 

“Call me that again,” He commands, the fire in his eyes now dark and blown out. You huff out tiny breaths, nodding your head. He removes his hand slowly dragging it down your navel, before gripping the side of your thigh. His fingers curl deeper inside of you and your eyes widen. 

A panted moan falls from your lips as he continues. “Just like that, yes, please sir,” He smirks, pushing down on your clit. A yelp echoes around the kitchen at the sudden pressure. 

Muzan lavishes in the way your throat has a red ring around it, marks from him spotting your body in a gorgeous display of possession. “Such a good girl for me,” He growls, slipping his fingers into his mouth to taste your arousal. You watch him with the swell of desire wrapping its claws into your core. “What a wonderful pairing with the Rothschild.” He mutters, grabbing one of the glasses and swigging the liquid into his mouth. 

A devious grin paints his face as he lowers the glass, meeting your gaze. He tips the glass against your stomach, letting the dark red wine trickle tributaries down your greedy cunt. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.” Muzan’s mouth is hungrily lapping at your folds, delighted noises streaming from him as he savors the taste. “Intoxicating,” He huffs, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking hard on the sensitive area. 

Your throat is sore from the way whimpering moans string together shakily. Your stomach is pulsing with a sensation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. If he didn’t stop, you felt like you might explode. “M-Muzan,” You begin, huffing out his name. He hums against your folds but doesn’t stop. “Ah, ah,” You start to shake against him, the ravenette pumping his fingers inside of you while licking your clit savagely. “F-ck, m’gonna, hngh haaa ahhh,” 

Muzan’s mouth curls deliciously as your back arches off the counter. Then, with a few bucks of your hips, wetness sprays from your pussy. You shiver as the squirting continues, your body twitching with untouched pleasure. Breathing seems impossible as Muzan licks his lips. “What a wonderful show, but unfortunately we’re still not done.” He pulls you down the counter, lining the apex of your thighs against the bulge in his pants. 

Your eyes widen, he can’t be serious. You were barely conscious after whatever just happened. Did he expect you to go all night? What was this man made of? He frees his cock, the tip slapping against your sensitive cunt. You squeeze your eyes shut. How is it that big? It didn’t feel that big when it was pressed against your thigh. Holy shit. Was he going to put that thing in you? “You’re gonna take all of it,” he begins, pushing the head against your slick. You blink open your eyes, pushing yourself up on your elbows to observe his length disappear inside. A strained hiss slips past your lips, Muzan rolling his hips into yours. “Fuck, your pussy should do all our interviews from now on, damn,” He groans, digging the nails of his fingers into your flesh. “You’re gobbling me up,” He meets your gaze, a growing rhythm snapping his cock into you. You throw your head back, moaning his name like it was a prayer. He felt like he’d been doing this a lot longer than any person you’d ever been with. 

Muzan pushes his thick length further, humming in satisfaction as your walls flutter around him. You couldn’t think, all rational thought was flung out of his huge windows the moment he pulled out that bottle of wine. “Ngh, f’so good, mmmngah,” 

He finds it delightful the way your pussy grabs his cock like it wants more. You had a magnificently fucked out face, your eyes rolled back in your head as your mouth hung open. With each compression of your chest, a hoarse whine pushes back out. Frankly, it was music to his ears. So he grabs the recorder you’d set down earlier, pressing the little red button. He grins as the timer starts ticking again. “Such a good slut for me,” He muses, slapping his balls against your ass as he pounds your pretty pussy. “Your cunt is lovin’ this,” He thrusts deeper and deeper until all you can manage is mewling little noises. 

As you grow closer to your second climax, you rest your back on the counter, enjoying the way the cool stone feels against your sweaty back. “Come on darlin’, is that all you got? This why you wanted me off the record? To fuck you silent?” He chuckles, glancing at the recorder next to your trembling thighs. “What a sneaky vixen, is this how you treat all your clients mmm? Offering your pretty pussy with fluttering doe eyes?” He groans, nearing his own wash of pleasure. “Well, on the record, you belong to me now. Got it? You’re my whore whenever I want.” 

His thrusts grow rapid, burrowing his cock inside of you like his life depended on it. With this life of failure, he’d finally found something worth trying to succeed for. Muzan could feel the old vigor seeping into his veins. He pulls out, pumping his cock until a strangled moan escapes his lips, cum landing on your breasts. He’s a panting mess as he takes in what he’s done to you. A puddle of Rothschild and your arousal soaks the wood of the floor. He picks up the tape recorder, bringing it to his lips. “You hear that, Hashira scum? I made your bitch scream my name.”