#human muzan

[flametrashiraarchive]

hi may I ask for

pussy drunk muzan please♡

Alright, look... I'm absolute trash for Muzan at the moment. I already thought he was hot and then that last Swordsmith Village episode just... ugh... I love him.

Anyway, I couldn't resist answering this right away. I've also done headcanons for human Muzan and demon Muzan because I'm a hussy for him.

NSFW below the cut.

He may be wealthy, but Muzan's life is far from comfortable. He hurts; he's angry, frustrated, he resents the world. Physical activity is hard on his body but the man still has needs.

Human Muzan

You enter his room when summoned, hopeful that the doctor has given him good news this time.

"Of course not. That fraud only deals in disappointments."

"I'm sorry..."

"Keep your worthless pity. Just... come here."

You approach his futon and gently take his extended hand. His grip is weak and unsteady. "Yes my lord?"

He arches an eyebrow, knowing that you're aware of what he wants.

So you get into position, lying sideways across the top of his futon so your hip is resting where he would lay his head. You lift your skirt and open your legs so he can rest his head on your inner thigh as he lies on his side.

Muzan doesn't speak a word. He doesn't praise you, doesn't thank you. He just inches his head closer and begins to lick your pussy.

You bite your lip to keep from crying out. If you make too much noise he'll scold you and stop, so you do all you can to remain silent. Muzan Kibutsuji is the only man you've ever met who eats your pussy solely for his pleasure.

He tongues your hole, lapping at your essence as if it could cure him, his deep groans vibrating through you as he feasts. And when he's licked up every drop, only then does he turn his attention to your clit, slowly circling it with his tongue, enjoying the way it swells from his attention, stopping when he feels you're wet enough again and turning his attention back to your cunt.

He goes back and forth between the two motions, taking you to the edge of ecstasy again and again until you cum. His long, dark hair splays across your thighs as he fucks you with his tongue and palms his cock. He strokes himself slowly, setting a pace which isn't too strenuous for him, and all the while he continues licking your overstimulated clit in those long, slow circles, making your muscles tighten with every torturous lap.

He keeps going, his groans getting louder as he makes you cum once more and he keeps on stroking his cock.

"Mm-more," he moans, his deep, commanding voice cracking with desperation. "Nghh... give it... to me."

His composure breaks entirely as he shudders through his orgasm, his eyes squeezed shut as he sucks your clit, tonguing it to get you off one last time.

The doctors confirmed long ago that Muzan cannot produce heirs, but that doesn't stop him from fingering his cum into your pussy, making sure you take in every last drop of it before he lifts his head and says flatly. "I'm finished. You may leave."

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Demon Muzan.

Muzan appears accompanied by the sudden strum of a biwa, standing behind his work desk. "Get over here. Assume the position."

Thick veins throb in his forehead and his crimson eyes are murderous.

Either the upper moons have pissed him off again, or his latest experiment to reproduce the blue spider lily potion has gone awry. And when he's in a rage like this only one thing that can calm him.

You climb onto his desk on your hands and knees and put your chest down, sticking your ass in the air toward him.

"See? My requests are so simple and yet you are the only one who seems capable of obeying them." He slides a finger down your slit, spreading your growing wetness. "You bow for your king as you should."

"Because I-"

"Silence."

A low, primal growl rolls from the depths of his chest as he leans forward until his face is no more than an inch from your pussy. And then he inhales.

That's all the warning you get before he drags his tongue slowly from your clit down to your hole with a deep groan.

"Oh, you never disappoint me," he whispers, though whether he's speaking to you or that specific part of you, you aren't certain.

He starts with small, fluttering licks, teasing your sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue. But before long he can't hold back, and his licks become frantic and sloppy, devouring you with fervent hunger.

Outside of this room he appears cold, calculating, elegant and distinguished, but you bring out an all together different sort of beast.

"Muzan!" You bite your knuckles to keep from crying out and incurring his wrath.

He grips the backs of your thighs and parts your folds with his thumbs, pushing his tongue deeper into you. His wanton moans fill the room as he drags his tongue over your flesh again and again. You can't hold back from crying out in pleasure as you cum, your pussy throbbing with ecstasy as he continues eating you.

As a demon, he has the strength to fuck you like he always wished he could as a human. At the sound of your desperate cry, the last remnant of his restraint snaps. He stands, licking your essence from his lips as he thrusts his cock inside you, shivering at the sensation before he starts to pump his hips back and forth.

His elegant fingers dig into your hips as he holds you in place, burying himself to the hilt inside you and fucking you with short, fast thrusts, keeping your cunt stuffed full of him.

"Oh... oh... yes..." he grunts beneath his breath.

He pulls out only to push two fingers into you, pumping them back and forth before he takes them out again and stuffs his cock back in. And as he fucks you harder, faster, he brings those fingers to his mouth and sucks the taste of you from them.

That's enough to send him over the edge; your exquisite taste accompanied by the sensation of your needy cunt squeezing his cock. His back arches as he cums, baring his teeth as he fills you.

His breath is hot and heavy as his lips graze your shoulder blades.

"Such a good and obedient servant," he whispers, his hair falling over his brow.

And then he straightens his back, regains his composure, and disappears once more, accompanied by the strum of a biwa.

[dianexo-v]

HUMAN MUZAN!!!!

[kokusfluffyhair]

Human Muzan x you Headcanons

+ he would usually be bitter and resentful because of his condition

+ he's used to people doing things for him and doting on him

+ you aren't his parents or a servant, so he's not sure how to treat you

+ he wants to casually boss you around like he does with everyone else, but he doesn't want to appear weak to you

+ he gets a little meaner to you because of this

+ being angry and bossy is his way of making up for the physical strength he doesn't have

+ being angry also distracts him from the constant fear of death he lives under

+ he isn't aggressive or physically abusive -- he's just angry, bitter, and says mean things sometimes

+ you stick by him anyway. after he realises he hasn't driven you away, and that you aren't overly pitying him, he softens up to you

+ he doesn't have any friends. he couldn't play with other kids when he was younger. he was mocked by some for being weak. others pitied him so much that it almost felt like mockery

+ no one would invest the time in him to form a real friendship, because everyone knew he wasn't going to last long

+ it means a lot when you put in the patience and effort to be a true friend to him

+ he gets excited on the days you come to visit him

+ he has special gifts brought for you and asks for your favourite foods to be made

+ he thinks his only worth is his family's wealth, so he tries to spoil you with that

+ if he's feeling better, he loves to take you on short walks on the grounds and show you how beautiful it is. he gets to dress up and feel normal for a bit

+ talking with you and playing games with you gets his mind off of his condition

+ he doesn't get very physical, but he would give you a soft hug

+ he'd rest his head on your shoulder

+ he wouldn't be comfortable kissing on the lips, but he would kiss you lightly on the cheek or forehead

[6chimeraqueen9]

That's not a no, I'll die after the pegging

human muzan is so cute ngl-

[hots0s]

pairing: muzan x gn!reader

summary: honestly folks no plot or build up lmfao he’s just rlly hot and there is an unfortunate lack of gn/masc reader. i imagine with his limited time as a human, and a miserable one at that, he’d be eager to experience any sort of enjoyment, so… also reader has a dick so that’s fun!

cw: NSFW. no plot, sub!muzan, human!muzan, ‘hate’ sex, degradation…

this is absolutely not allowed.

you thank the god’s above that you’re in complete privacy the more you curl your fingers, lord muzan’s voice keening down the hallways, his delight on display for the world. your arm is starting to hurt— the man had been as taut as a bow before all this— but he’s almost ready for you. despite the soreness and muscle burn you could honestly do this for another hour you’re enjoying it that much. lord muzan, however, is not nearly well versed in patience as you are. he grumbles and pouts, rolling his hips onto your hand, bleary eyed and quivering with need. despite his condition he’d ordered that you not treat him like he’s frail and you remind yourself of that as you slap his inner thigh, eliciting a meek cry from his lordship.

“relax, my lord. you’re going to hurt yourself,” you say, watching the welt you’d left immediately darken on his smooth, porcelain skin. he groans as you deepen your reach inside him and press down on his stomach, arching his back and tossing his head to the side, panting open mouthed into the futon. you can’t see his exact expression under the shadows and tousled raven hair sticking to his forehead, in bundles of ribbons framing his complexion, but what you can see is his desire for carnal pleasure. lord muzan was ill and didn’t have the privilege of time or the luxury of choice. you had come to him with the offer, after all, and he’d leapt at the opportunity to forget his troubles for one night.

“if we do this, my lord,” you’d said into his ear, biting back a smile at the way he’d shivered and gasped under you as you slowly pushed him onto his back, trapping him underneath you and daring him to protest. “we’ll be doing it on my terms.”

he’d been rigid with the shock and possibly fear. had anyone ever treated him this way? had he ever been told what to do? you thought for a moment that you’d overstepped. you were only here to serve, that was all, to alert the doctor if something went wrong and to follow his every flight of fancy to the best of your ability. suddenly you’d felt silly, but before you could take it back you’d felt him nod against your shoulder, a single clumsy dip of the chin .

“yes.” he’d whispered.

he’d grabbed at you then the way he grabs at you now, a sense of urgency behind his touch, desperation surfacing. “i want it, i…” he moans loudly, throwing his arm over his ruddy face. “oh, enough… i’m ready!”

you continue spearing your fingers into him, spreading them as far apart as you can, over and over as you scrutinise him. you’re unsure if he is fully prepared or if he’s just that wanton. he looks at you from under his bicep and must see how indecisive you are for his already strained expression twists into one of despair, like he’ll start crying if you don’t give him what he wants. lord muzan understands that he doesn’t have the final say here, that he will do nothing but lay there and take it when you give it, if it’s even to be had at all. it’s upsetting him almost as much as it’s arousing him.

even as you make the decision to stop teasing you draw it out for another minute just to watch him genuinely tear up as he re-realises his utter lack of control over the situation, turning his face away once more with the shame of it all, fisting his hands in the futon to stop himself from reaching for his erection. you can bet he’s wishing he were not so weak, so maybe he could flip you over or forcibly pull you on top of him. realistically he knows that it’s wiser to be safe rather than sorry. he does need gentling, no matter what he has to say about it. he was sickly and that was that. unluckily for him his reality is not so forgiving and he can do nothing but simply lay there, eyes fluttering and toes curling, least he completely tire himself out and end the fun before it truly begins. he’s unpleasant enough that he’s acting like being serviced burdens him. he’s a nasty, spiteful, arrogant little man— it’s a lot of fun to grab him and handle him how you please, to listen to him stutter and pretend he doesn’t like how disrespectful you can be to him. it gets you off to put smart mouthed, cocky pricks like him in their rightful place— and he had been a nightmare for you before you’d seduced him. it was nice to watch him squirm.

he leans up on shaky elbows as you finally get on with it and tug his lower half onto your lap, his backside flush against your crotch. he licks his lips in anticipation, looking up at you behind his lashes, stuck together in wet tufts. he’s devine. you had heard that when you met the devil that it would be beauty unlike you’d ever seen. you slide your hand up his thigh, the once white canvas of his skin littered in your affections, using your other to position yourself at his raw entrance. “shall we use our manners?” you murmur, transfixed by the view.

he shudders and bares his teeth as if he had fangs to show, defiant as ever. “you would subject me… to further torment? know your place.”

“i deeply envy you for thinking this to be torment… you spoiled, wretched thing. i know my place, muzan-sama. matter of fact, i have a spot waiting to be filled right now, if only his lordship would behave himself and do as he’s bid.”

he clenches his fists in anger and attempts to slow his ragged breathing, his infamous temper rearing it’s head. “i am not some… whore that you can order about. you worthless commoner...”

“you really do want me to treat you roughly, don’t you?” you laugh. he splutters to form some feeble excuse or insult you care not for. he gasps and is effectively silenced as you let yourself breach him, just a small bit. not nearly enough to satisfy but enough to burn a virgin like himself.

“you have no discipline. it’s no surprise. that’s a little taste of what you want, muzan-sama. i’ve serviced you well, so i’ll tell you just this once more… to be polite to me.”

you wonder if he’s hearing you at all as he bites his lip to restrain himself, craning his neck to gawk at where you’re connected, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. you’ve got him hook, line and sinker. “uh…”

“i’ve been good to you. so you’ll be good for me, won’t you? does his lordship find these terms agreeable? or shall we stop so i can show him what happens to ungrateful brats like himself?”

“you… you scourge…” he whimpers, falling back onto the futon, weak as a lamb. “fine. will you just… ugh… please?”

“better,” you purr. what goes around comes around and you are determined to teach him this, so you reward him and slowly push in. his jaw drops as you do, his eyes squeezing shut. you barely stop yourself from cursing at the heat of his insides— it’s like hot iron, no doubt an effect of his own fever and sickness. when you’re finally fully sheathed inside him you grip onto his hips hard enough to bruise, hunched over him and taking a deep breath as to not lose yourself to this insidious pleasure. you’ve fucked a few people before him and not once did it feel this good. you need a second.

you’re kissing him before you can think better of it. at first he wrenches his head away but you insist, you follow him and he has nowhere to go. he has to give up the play, allowing you to lick into his mouth with a groan. he submits and embraces it, letting you ravage the kiss and have your fun. it’s easy to let everything else fall away and inevitably he does start to writhe, panting and whining like a dog, bucking impatiently. you don’t begrudge him for his unbecoming behaviour— frankly you’re just happy he didn’t bite you. feeling like you can move without orgasming humiliatingly early after all your talk, you plant your forearms on either side of his head and get serious. it takes all your focus and you can kiss him no longer, the two of you only moaning into each other’s mouths as you thrust into him, staring into each others eyes.

you’re holding back. he had told you to not treat him like glass and everything in you is compelling you to go faster, harder— but you know it would be too much. muzan is practically sobbing under you from this alone, having taken hold of your arms to ground himself, his nails digging into your tender flesh. whilst he’s not as fragile as you thought he’d be his condition doesn’t exactly leave room for how rough you’d like to be with him. he can’t even keep his legs around your waist and the man can barely walk on a regular day— there’s no way he could handle the brutal fucking you want to give him, no matter how much he deserves it.

still, slow does not equal gentle.

you intently watch his expression as you snap your hips into him, each thrust jerking his entire body, eliciting sharp cries. he looks like he’s in pain despite all else telling you otherwise and before you know it he’s been shoved halfway off the futon and onto the hard flooring. that will not do for his lordship and you have to stop to his utter dismay. “no, no,” he begs. “keep… please, please don’t, i’m—“

“enough of that,” you hush him and he whines as you situate yourself back onto the soft mat, guiding him back into position. you’re his caretaker before anything else so you ensure he’s comfortable before continuing and you decide that you want him on his side. his back could probably benefit from a break anyway. nothing is stopping you, least of all him, so you keep him where you want him, hoisting his dangly leg over your shoulder and pushing back inside him without flair. it’s possible this is a better angle than the previous, his hairless chest and nipples peaking out of his bed clothes, skin slick under the faint rays of moonlight. he’s entirely pliant now and buries the sounds he’s making into the mattress, clawing weakly at it. you fuck him nice and steady, sweat dripping off your chin. his dick is rock solid where it lay between his thighs, ruddy and wet with neglect. you wonder if you’re fucking him that good that he’s forgotten about it all together. if the way he shouts when you play with it has anything to say about that he most absolutely did.

“yes, yes, yes…” he chants between gasps of your name, his entire being gaining a frantic edge to it. “keep… yes, keep doing that— yes!”

“muzan-sama, someone will hear…!” you laugh breathlessly under his increasingly frenzied yelling, feeling embarrassed at the mere idea of someone rushing in to his aid only to stumble upon this scene. you’re still delighted that he’s become so vocal, thanks to you. muzan’s hand shoots out to grip your wrist and his insides tighten like a vice around you, so abrupt and unexpected it proves too much and it’s your turn to be way too loud for this hour of the night as you snowball into what might just be the best orgasm of your life. you grunt and swear as it seems to go on and on, draining you for everything you’ve got. if muzan struggles to get around on a good day he was going to be royally screwed tomorrow. his release has him dead silent, his pretty eyes rolled back into his head in rapture. a near scream comes out of him as he snaps out of it and quickly comes down from the peak of ecstasy, his body rattling in the aftermath. he gawps up at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky, cheeks tear streaked and awe etched in his features. you’re still not finished, you have another few thrusts in you and he encourages you with his body, through the steadily increasing overstimulation. muzan gave himself to you and demands the same in return, doing what little he can to coax every drop of pleasure out of you, to take it all for himself. he can be a right little incubus when he wants to be.

“you must… stay with me,” he tells you after you collapse on top of him, voice hoarse. you hum your agreement into his neck and lazily lavish on it, sucking on it like a leech, listening to him hiss and keen. whether he’d wanted you to stay or not you would have been laying with him for at least five recovery minutes anyway. you’re still inside of that hot inferno and when you make an attempt to pull out he sucks in a sharp breath and latches onto you so tight it startles you. “no. stay, just… just a little longer.”

muzan certainly doesn’t have to beg or convince you. you settle back between his legs and go back to marking him up, feeling how he softly sighs and sags in sheer relief underneath you. your duties, your family and the entire village has completely left your thoughts. making muzan happy is all that matters to you in this singular moment. he’s the worst of the worst, in every capacity… and it doesn’t bother you at all.

“i’ll stay until sunrise, if his lord asks it of me.” you admit.

muzan wraps his arms around your shoulders and cards his trembling fingers through your hair, pulling you up to face him. he’s smiling at you for the first time and his touch cannot be described as anything other than possessive. “you will, then.”

he kisses you this time, all teeth.

yes, you think— you will.

[kibutsujidemon]

"me human and demon"

human muzan art by @kdy_mz.

[muzaneater]

Genuinely crying because I finished all the muzan head canons💔, going to talk to his bot rn

[milknbagels]

I have the terrible urge at like–

*squints at clock*

4:40 AM, to write a smut fic about heian era muzan but like he gets cured at the end cuz apparently he just needed a good fucking and be bred.

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I haven't slept–

[silas-png]

Can we PLEASE just take a minute and appreciate how gorgeous this man is

[meowmeowgrrrl123]

Clouds KNY Role Swap AU Part 6

I’m thinking about Nezuko and Zenitsu today.

I know a lot of people don’t like that ship even though it’s canon. I personally think that most of their relationship actually happens outside of what we see in the show; Zenitsu has an amazing character arc and by the end of the show he has a genuine admiration for her instead of an infatuation, and they’re one of my favorite ships. It’s after the show that they grow up and Nezuko starts to fall for him as well.

That’s my view on Zenezu. Moving on.

In Clouds, Zenitsu is this lil demon boy. Nezuko first meets him bc he’s terrorizing some local women along the road (read: he’s trying to find a gf).

He can’t remember how he became a demon.

He’s just a lil guy and survives during the day by taking cover in the woods and in shacks.

So Nezzy tries attacking him and he basically just falls over in fear and she’s like “what” and she realizes he’s got zero defensive skills whatsoever.

And honestly she feels kinda bad for him.

So she decides to keep him. He seems to be calm as long as he’s clinging to a strand of her hair.

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I think this is a good time to talk about the view of demons being evil in this AU.

Something that often bothers me in role swap AUs is when the characters are swapped, but they’re OOC. Thus, it’s very important to me to make sure that the characters are still mostly themselves.

Muzan is the head of the Corps, but I think he’s much more liberal than Kagaya. (This is honestly probably just my Catholic background talking).

So Muzan honestly does not care if demons have killed people as long as they are repentant and are committed to not doing it again.

So like if there’s a demon and it’s like “man I LOVE killing people” Muzan is like “fuck him up, kids” or if a demon says he’ll stop killing people but doesn’t, Muzan will be like “yes absolutely kill him.”

But if some demon guy comes to him crying and he’s like “please I’m so tired of being hunted. Please I won’t do it again” Muzan’s like “yeah you’re chill. You can live.”

Kagaya on the other hand, the Demon King, he’s quite kind. He’s slow to anger.

He’s got a quiet sort of fury. Some say it even makes him more terrifying. You never know if he’s pleased or disappointed.

But even if he is angry, you won’t realize it until you’re already dead.

[sinceyousawvienna]

before the strike

[askevilpoliticalmuzan]

➤;character introduction.↶

Character : kibutsuji muzan

Career : politician

Personality traits : narcissistic / immature / unpleasant / extroverted / killjoy / hard to please / perfectionist / workaholic

Subordinates : kokushibo (secretary), kaigaku (spy), nakime (spy), susamaru (spy), yahaba (spy).

Special subordinates : franz steiner (butler)

Arch nemesis : Kagaya ubuyashiki, board director of kimetsu academy.

[rocketyoyo]

Muzan Kibutsuji.

HELP ME. MUZAN BRAINROT. My legs divorced and my dignity left my body.

BABY, I CAN FIX YOU.

[kokusfluffyhair]

Human Muzan's Ideal Type

+ First of all, you'd have to tolerate his mood swings well. This face (on the pic above) is a normal expression for him. But a few moments later, he could become a lot softer

+ He would admire physical strength, but don't be in his face about it

+ You should be fashionable and adhering to upper-class trends

+ Because of this, you'd need to have long hair. In secret, he would find shorter hair cute and fun to play with, but it would be an embarrassment in public

+ You would have to be shorter than him. Being taller than him is too much in his face that you have a strength advantage over him

+ He would want someone who is understanding of his condition and how it affects him. But do not baby him or pity him

+ He needs someone he can freely open up to

+ It is a plus if you can play music, since that would entertain him on days he is more bed-ridden

+ He wouldn't like someone who smiles too much. He'd see it as fake and think you are pitying him

+ You'd need to have an intelligent conversation with him

+ You can't have a high sex drive. He can't give much and he would be self-conscious about it (he probably could only pleasure you with his hand or orally -- the kind of illness Muzan has was never stated, but I suspect he was born with a type of congenital heart disease, so he can't exert himself too much)

+ He will become attached to you if you can make him smile and laugh

+ You would have to not want kids, even though this would go against the society rules of the time. If his condition is able to improve, he does not want to risk it being passed down to offspring

+ You would need to be ambitious and supportive in his ambition. If his condition improves, his goals are to rise in position and gain wealth. He would expect this to be a team effort

+ You would have to be non-religious. Muzan understands you'd need to fake believing in religion in society, but he himself cannot stomach the thought of some greater power cursing him with his illness

[demonslayedher]

Rengoku-san was so, so close to cutting off Akaza's head, yet Akaza still felt more terror about dawn.

[netmors]

Art set of my old drawings with Muzan Kibutsuji

+ Rei (his canon human wife) and Madoka (Muzan's unnamed daughter in the canon, but I gave her that name :3)

Timeline: 2021-2023