Female! Muzan x Reader [Oneshots]

Forced Submission [Female! Reader] pt.1

Author-Kun: its not much but I tried

Notes: Semi-Public Sex, Hypnosis/Mind Control, Begging/worship, Leash and collar, Public nudity, Degration

(y/n) wandered through the forest not far from headquarters. She had trained for almost eight years as a demon slayer. Ever since that fateful day nine years ago. Her father, mother, and her were on a trip so he could talk to some foreign investors. Then they took a wrong turn, and they were eaten alive, right in front of her. She probably would have been next too if it weren't for demon slayer corp.

Though (y/n) vowed to avenge her family and that she'd save as many as she could, so no one else had to feel the pain she felt. She was strong, yes, but naive. She always ended up having her compassion come back to bite her. Though maybe (y/n)'s biggest weakness was her lack of faith in herself, causing her to hold back, to stumble, to give up the bigger jobs.

She'd come out into the nearby woods to catch some air after reporting to headquarters after a particular difficult mission, but she was far beyond the safety of the wisteria trees. Time had passed by much faster than (y/n) thought, and soon the sun had set, blanketing the sky in darkness. It had been dark for about an hour before (y/n) jolted awake after the sudden sounds of a tree branch cracking. She looked up in panic, feeling for her sword. Still there, thankfully. She'd meant to just close her eyes, but it was dark, she was alone, and far away from safety.

Then she heard a cry for help. It sounded like a woman. She had to help, even if it could be a trap, there was a chance, no matter how small, that it wasn't. So, (y/n) ran as fast as she could towards the noise, but all she saw was a woman. She was looking down at first, with long black hair waving down her body. The woman was wearing a suit, but there was no demon. Then the woman let out a monstrous laugh. (y/n) felt panic set over her, the laugh was almost animalistic, and when the woman looked at her with glowing red eyes, (y/n)'s worst fears were confirmed. She'd been tricked, but before she could even think about preparing a form, (y/n) found herself pinned to a nearby tree by her throat, her sword swiftly knocked out of her hand a few feet away.

The woman licked her lips. This couldn't be just any demon; she was so strong and fast. Could this be a lower moon demon, even an upper moon demon?! But before (y/n) could even think again, the woman spoke, "You're naïve, aren't you girl." She leaned in, whispering into her ear, "It's a bit of a turn on." (y/n) tried to turn her head away from the stranger, but the woman forcefully grabbed her face, her claws drawing a bit of blood as a few tears streamed downs (y/n)'s face.

The woman tsked a bit, squeezing harder, causing another whimper from (y/n). "You're awful weak for a demon slayer, I wonder what I should do with you." Her hand began to trace (y/n)'s face, then her body, groping her breasts and ass a bit, causing a slight moan from (y/n) despite her best efforts to subdue it, turning her face beat red. The woman gave a devious smirk at that, "A slut huh... I was planning to kill you, but I have another idea, one that will benefit me and cause great pain to your fellow demon slayers.

(y/n) looked up into the woman's eyes, terrified, "Who...who are you?" her voice was so timid and meek, unable to keep up her normal lively demeanor. (y/n) tried so hard to be strong, for everyone who had died, but she was truly so scared. The woman raised an eyebrow, giving a puzzled expression, "A demon slayer who doesn't even recognize their own enemy. Your broad is truly getting more pathetic by the generation." She adjusted (y/n)'s face, lifting her chin, "Muzan Kitbusuji." (y/n) went completely pale. The creator demon, the Queen of Demons, and mortal enemy of the demon slayers. How many had been killed by this woman's bloodlust?

(y/n) knew odds are no one would hear her, but she had to try, "Help-" but before (y/n) could continue, Muzan covered her mouth. "Hush..." her voice both somehow gentle and authorize, "You just need to relax." (y/n) felt her body slowly limping, as if on command. What was this woman doing to her? Her voice was just so enthralling. But before (y/n) could move onto the next thought Muzan set her down. "See, I didn't kill you. I kept my word, right?" (y/n) could only slowly nod, she wanted to run, but she was so weak. It felt like her body was being swallowed whole by the ground. Muzan kneeled down on her level, "It's awful hot here isn't it?" (y/n) once again gave a nod of agreement. "I guess it is..." She felt herself begin to slowly unbutton her uniform and set it beside her, only her bra covering her chest.