#muzan ds

[vexinghearts]

I LOVE MY BBGs SO MUCH 💕💕💕

1-2 : Collie

3-4 : Flower

5 : Rui ( I love him sm // HE'S JUST A LITTLE MAN ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

6 : Rui & Collie on a playdate

7-9 : Clothes Swap

Rui & Collie supremacy frfr /jk

(also just realized I made a mistake, so whenever you see a word like this it means it is edited out - 07/28)

Also !! : Collie & Flower only exist in KNY in an AU. In their canon reality, they're either going to be

1. Goddesses

or

2. Spirits

But in the KNY universe :

Flower was a lowermoon, but the split heart pupil symbolizes how Muzan took away that title after she started refusing to eat demons Humans. (Idk still working on that 😭) Years later, Flower comes across a home. In this home, a vile scene was occuring to which she was quick to end. After taking in the sights of the child, she decides to turn her into a demon...to which becomes Collie. Flower and Collie stick side-by-side as a mother/daughter like duo.

However, if Flower is to ever...oh, i don't know... disappear, then Collie will roam around small villages being considered a playful spirit by locals. Until she comes across Mount Natagumo where she meets Rui. She'd join the family with no hesitation...Then comes the Mount Natagumo Arc

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Also, to the person who liked all of my posts, Thank You!!! || AND WHEN I SAY ALL, I MEAN IT SKSMSM ||

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I checked my notifications for Tumblr and my jaw DROPPED when I saw the notifs that you liked my posts

You know who you are lol

[paradox-the-unimpressed-nun]

🍓Taking matters into your own hands Human!Sick!Muzan x f!Wife!Reader (Not proofread)

🍓◌𓆩☽❀☾𓆪◌

Summary: You just want your husband to show you love and affection

Warning: Smut, Breeding kink, Overstimulation, Oral sex M!Receiving, Shower sex, sub!Muzan Dom!reader, slight orgasm denial, your deranged A/N: I don't usually post nsfw nor do I take nsfw request, then why did I make this? simple, I just really like Muzan. Also I'm still taking non f!reader request, I just made this because I want to. This is my first nsfw post so that’s why it’s ass

You have been married to Muzan for approximately a year now. Despite his sickness, cold demeanor, and occasional outbursts of yelling, you held onto the hope that your marriage would take a turn for the better.

You craved a family with Muzan, hoped to have living prof of your love with a child. However, intimacy between you is scarce having only being intimate on one occasion, your wedding night. You've grown increasingly frustrated with the fact of love in your relationship. Despite your attempts to reignite the spark and deepen your connection, every effort was met with resistance from Muzan, who has even refrained from simple acts of affection like embracing you.

Now you are desperate, his health has been declining and you've still have yet to bare his child. At this point You aren't even concerned if he loves you, you just want him, his body and his child. Tonight you would take matters into your own hands.

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Your movements are filled with a mix of urgency and longing as you hurriedly remove your clothing. You've waited far too long and now, finally, your deepest wishes are on the verge of becoming reality.

You quickly step into the bath, and you see Muzan sitting there, waiting for you. Soap bottle's were places neatly on the ledge beside him. "Y/n what are you waiting for? come in" Startled by being snapped out of your thoughts, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you hurriedly make your way towards him.

The water feels unbearably warm, intensifying your nervousness. As you reach for the bottles of soap, your hands tremble, causing you to stumble. Muzan's gaze grows increasingly irritated, and in a fit of frustration, he abruptly grasps your arms. His eyes bore into yours, their coldness piercing your soul. The sound of your name escaping his lips sends a jolt of mixed emotions through your heart. "Just pick it up, Y/n," he says curtly, his voice devoid of warmth. You find yourself whispering an apology, though you doubt he even hears it.

You squirt some soap onto your hands. Gently you grab muzans hair and brush your fingers through his hair, making sure to get the soap all in his hair. Picking up a bowl you pour water on him, making sure you get out all of the soap. One last time you run your fingers through his hair seeing if there is any soap left, there wasn’t any.

Muzan rises from the water and takes a seat on the bath ledge, he looks like a god. However, beneath his stunning exterior, you are reminded of his unpleasant nature, to say the least. You reach for another bottle of soap you assist Muzan in cleaning his skin. Gently and attentively, you apply the soap, rubbing it onto his skin with care. Your hands gaze over his thin arms, moving down to his chest and then lower down to his crotch.

You slowly sit into the way the water, you grab his shaft. A jolt of surprise evident on his face and his cock twitches in your palm. "What are you doing, Y/n?!" Muzan's gaze locks onto you, his eyes widening in astonishment. Your current actions seem to deviate from your usual character, leaving him perplexed. "I'm cleaning you up," you assert confidently, your voice clear and resolute. Your statement carries a sense of purpose and determination, leaving no room for doubt in your intentions. Lowering down to his shaft you lovingly kiss the head, a free hand moves to play with his balls. This causes him to cover his mouth and whimpers -he’s sensitive- you look up at him, Tears begin to well up in Muzan's eyes, on the brink of spilling over.

Again you kiss the head of his cock, immediately after you give a couple generous licks to his pretty pink tip. His cock becomes hard on your tongue, which makes the pool in-between your legs grow. Generously your free hand plays with his heavy balls. Your mouth is skillfully working on pleasuring him while he's near tear filled and struggling to keep his composure, he's failing miserably.

Putting his tip fully into your mouth you slowly lower your self down to his base, he moans as he feels his shaft hit the back of your throat. Tears of pure joy and endearment develop in your eyes, you're thrilled that he's enjoying this.

He places a hand on the back of your neck, encouraging you to continue. straight away you bob your head up and down, you try not to gag on his cock has it hits the back of your throat. Muzan wraps his legs and arms around your head, he's struggling under the sheer pleasure that your lovingly providing him. "Oh-oh God!" he chokes out a sob, in response you fasten or pace. A ring of drool and pre-cum form around your puckered lips, this giving you the sign that he will be cumming soon.

“F-fuck…I’m close!” He was about to release into your mouth but you pull away before he can. His pretty pink cock twitches from the lack of release. Muzan gazes fixates on you while tears fall down his flushed cheeks. The look in his eyes is a look of complete and utter betrayal. Usually such a look was stir up concern in you but this time, his tears are from the deep yearning of wanting a release. “Don’t worry my love, you’ll get to cum soon” you smile ever so softly at him, soon he’ll fill you with his love

You arise from your original sitting position and wipe away the pre-cum from your chin. You seat yourself onto his lap cautious of the amount of weight you put on him. Gripping his cock you line it up to your neglected soaking hole. Straining longly into his eyes all you say is “soon baby, soon”. Finally you lower yourself down onto his perfect member. You both let out a moan how much louder than yours. Your walls squeezes trying to already squeeze him of all of his worth. Your mind is a fog all you can think about is his cock filling your womb up to the brim, telling you how much he’s gonna love seeing you full with his seed.

You slam your lips onto his, shoving your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your arms around his neck. Surprisingly Muzan responds by kissing back, he's a lousy kisser but just the fact that he is returning affection to you makes you melt into him.

He places a hand on your ass and squeezes it, the other deciding to rest on your hip. It's not long before you start to lift your hips, trying to start a rhythm. Soon you find the perfect rhythm your moves are now bold as you start quacking up speed. Muzan throws his back it's just all too overwhelming for him. He struggles to keep his body up as he already feels himself weakening from the pleasure. You feel completely enveloped in his love as you hear him moan and beg for you.

"Aah-Y/n please!" he yells while fat hot tears pour down his puffy cheeks, you hips stop moving abruptly and you lift yourself off of him. A lovely string of pearls connect your dripping pussy to his shaft, your walls try to clutch on his cock but only clutches onto hair. "Please what? use your words my love" your voice is filled with a mixture of longing and determination. You yearn for Muzan to say those words you've been craving for far too long. You'll continue to deny him just how he knowingly denied you until you hear him say it. "p-please..." he has long pause as he struggles to catch his breath "please...let me fuck a baby into you..".

That's all he had to say in order for you to promptly snap your hips back down and riding him like your life depended on it. You didn't even bother to try and hit your sweet spots, just knowing that soon he'll release into you was already sending jolts of unimaginable pleasure to your core. Muzan then suddenly grips your hips with all of his strength and bucks his hips up into you causing you let out a loud moan, he had hit your sweet spot. "fuck! I'm cumming!" Is all that he said before you and him both came. Keeping his promise he spilled hot sticky ropes of cum into your womb.

Tears stream down your cheeks as the realization sinks in—you are on the verge of having the family you have always yearned for. The journey may have been long and challenging, but now it is finally coming to fruition. Determined not to burden your husband with your emotions, you swiftly wipe away the tears that cascade down your face. You want to ensure that he does not worry, focusing instead on the joyous prospect that lies ahead.

Muzan, utterly exhausted, lays down on the floor. The shadows of unconsciousness gradually creeps up on him as he's on the edge of passing out. He's shaken up by the sudden action of you starting to ride him again "I'm sorry, I know its not exactly sexy to do the same position again but it's the only one we can do with your current state!" You gaze down at him, your eyes filled with an intense and unhealthy devotion that borders on obsession. A deranged expression manifests on your face, reflecting the depths of your distorted love for him.

Muzan is completely worn out and drained, so it doesn't take much for him to already be a blubbering mess under you. "goddamn you woman! are you trying to drain me?!" all you do is giggle in response. Muzan's eyes widen with the dawning realization that this will not be the last round, he just continues to lay down and take it.

placing his hand on your tummy as you continue to ride him all you say is "let's shoot for twins"

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A/n: its 3Am rn so sorry if this is ass but I'm exhausted and I can't tell what I'm doing

@ttt0w5 @dumblizardboi @jubilee40 @queenesther996 @scaraza @aoizaraka @lunaeclipsethesimp @nikki-11 @chuuberrysworld

@lovingyeet

Sneak Peak for Yoriichi x reader ←

[owarinaki]

Kimetsu no Yaiba S4EP8 [Gifs] part 4

EP8[GIFS] 1 / 2 /3 /4 /5 /6 /7

Kimetsu no Yaiba : Hashira Training Arc all links

P1PIC : EP1[GIFS] /EP2[PIC] : EP2[Gifs] /

EP3[PIC] : EP3[GIFS] : UZUI / EP4[PIC] : EP4[GIFS] : Hashira

EP5[GIFS] ; Obanai : EP7[PIC]/EP7[GIFS] : EP8[PIC] /EP8[GIFS]

[afolksongs]

[xxlady-lunaxx]

An open book | {KokuZan}

Theme: Rollercoaster of self discovery and floof<3

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You would assume that after living for centuries (almost a thousand years, actually), Muzan would have a good grasp at the properties of emotions. Especially with all those hearts. But that was, in fact, apparently not a perk of a long life. Despite staying physically young, around the age where love becomes an appealing road in life, Muzan's emotional knowledge wasn't quite as evergreen. Because humans were seemingly constantly about 'love' and 'friendship' and all that shit he never understood, it was reasonable for him to be panicked about falling for his, per se, employee. Or, to put it bluntly, a man whom he had turned into an inhuman, basically cannibalist, six-eyed demon 3 centuries ago: Kokushibo.

Obviously, he didn't grasp what he felt was attraction for Kokushibo for about a decade before noticing it. It was all a stranger to him, atypical to his lifestyle. He preferred to ignore it. But as the years flew by, he found himself unable to disregard his feelings. Not when his breath hitched almost sensually when Kokushibo's eyes flicked towards him even for a second, not when the tranquil voice murmured his name briefly as a response to an order. It overwhelmed him, all this emotion. He didn't understand himself and he found himself searching for an answer, an explanation to this phenomenon.

He didn't tell anyone, but if you asked the caretakers of the houses he pretended to be a child in? He was drawn to books about botany and, curiously, romance. He sought a confirmation to his feelings, he wished to find a reason for why Kokushibo made him feel so strange in such beautiful ways. The mystery of it excited him, in a way. He was drunk on his love for the man, chasing after it but falling back just enough so he would never notice him, lurking a couple meters away.

This was unlike anything he would've imagined, really. Life had always just been to keep living without too much inconvenience, to find the Blue Spider Lily and simply not die. And this? The unpredictability of it all?

Sometimes, he was unable to decide if he was drawn in by this or pushed away. It was all so alluring yet terrifying because he didn't understand it, he couldn't control it. And it somehow made it all the more captivating. From time to time, he was tempted to stray away. Try to keep Kokushibo far from him for as long as possible, to keep him out of his mind. To see him solely as another stepping stone for his plans. And yet—

And yet he found himself running back to Kokushibo like a lost puppy. In his mind, it was a weakness. Making him pathetic and stupid and—and it didn't even matter anymore. Not when Kokushibo was so close—a breath away—hand in hand—and—and it was all a wish, and it was all a wonder.

Love, was it? According to the thousands of books he had pored over, this was what it was called. He had been referring to it with this word but he had never truly understood it. In a way, every book described it differently. Butterflies, heart eyes, obsessiveness. The beauty of it, the enchantment. Or was it feeling a sort of connection, love at first sight? Soulmates? But what was it? It fit; it didn't. It was far too complicated for him, a poly of brains or not.

He tried to run away from it. It became far too much and over two centuries of pondering it only made him wish he had never realized it. Of course, it was more than that. The longing of it hurt him almost physically. He figured Kokushibo couldn't see him the same. Not the man with the cold exterior, with the stern voice and... and beautiful eyes.

Sometimes, when he went out, Muzan would wander through forests in the dim light of the moon. He would sit by a stream, running his hand through it, letting the water slip through his fingers. When he saw Kokushibo, he wanted to do the same with his hair, let the strands tangle with his hand, let it pull him into the man as if he wasn't already doing that from a single glance.

The intensity of this love was dubiously contradictory, making Muzan want to both run away and run to him, wanting to punch him for making him feel like this, wanting to fall into his arms. He hated it but it pulled him forward and he found himself ordering Kokushibo to his room in the Infinity Castle without thinking.

It was night. The window was open and the illusion of the midnight overhead—the castle was nowhere and everywhere—twinkled as if knowing something Muzan didn't. There was the faint echoing twang of Nakime's biwa before Kokushibo appeared, kneeling to a bow instantly upon his arrival. Muzan had him stand, had him walk over. Neither knew what he was doing. What was he doing? Was he insane? He must be.

His voice was calm, despite the nervous wreck of chaos in his mind. When he spoke, he kept his gaze on the desk, on the floor. He did not dare look at Kokushibo as words slowly slipped from his lips, pouring out in a rush like a tap of water flowing more and more as the handle turned. He told him about how he felt, going into explicit detail because he was unsure if Kokushibo was as clueless about this as he had been; as he was. When he let the final words leave his throat, he felt so exposed. An open book in Kokushibo's hands.

The silence became unbearable but he couldn't bring himself to look up. He had closed his mind, making an effort to not read Kokushibo's mind, to give him a sense of privacy. He was sorry he hadn't looked up, however, when he finally steeled himself for a small glance. Kokushibo's eyes were all wide, the golden pupils setting their gaze on Muzan. His hands were held awkwardly by his side, his cheeks flushing color into his pale skin.

There was a pause in which neither spoke. Then, wondering if he should clarify, Muzan cleared his throat.

"What I meant to say..." he mumbled, "I love you, Kokushibo."

More silence. He didn't understand. Was Kokushibo disgusted? Often, in the books he had read, the main lead and/or character seemed to tend to become a beet red. But it came from embarrassment and attraction, so what was it? Was Kokushibo embarrassed that Muzan was saying this to him and not knowing what to say?

For a moment, Muzan considered reading Kokushibo's mind. He needed an answer and he was growing impatient and feeling humiliated as fuck. He could always force Kokushibo into a relationship with him, but it felt wrong. It wouldn't be genuine and for some reason, that felt like it wouldn't soothe any of Muzan's longing.

In the end, he opted to give the Uppermoon the silently promised privacy. Instead, he spoke again, trying to urge a response from Kokushibo. "Could you respond?" he asked softly. "I will not punish any answer. You're free to say as you wish."

Kokushibo seemed to regain his composure ever so slightly at this and nodded slowly, letting out a breath. "Ah... apologies, master."

Muzan waited. He was forcing himself to be patient. He wanted an answer—needed one. But it wouldn't come with pressure. Besides, if the roles had been swapped, he was sure he would be as dumbfounded as Kokushibo was, so he couldn't blame him. Eventually, after another minute or two of endless anticipating quiet, Kokushibo drew in another breath to ready himself. Muzan glanced back up—he had been staring down at his hands, busying himself to ignore the rising humiliation that reddened his face.

"If I am understanding and interpreting correctly, you're telling me that you love...? me? And wish... to have a romantic relationship with me?" Kokushibo said slowly, more to himself as he tried sorting through Muzan's rant.

"Yes. You understood perfectly," Muzan agreed. In fact, it was quite a fine summary that could've saved Muzan a lot of time in the explanation.

Kokushibo nodded again, seeming to be pacing his own thoughts as if Muzan's weren't racing, too. "Am I to accept or decline?"

"...yes. You are at free will to reject the... question," Muzan said, unsure how to refer to it. Proposal? No, that sounded like a marriage proposal.

"Okay." Kokushibo considered this again, concentrating on his response. He seemed to always choose his words carefully, although that was reasonable given that a single wrong inflection in his tone could probably get him killed (by Muzan). "I would... like to accept."

This stunned Muzan, perhaps more than it should've. But then again, nobody had ever wished to be with him before. Not if you didn't count the masochistic bunch of demons he had, and even a great number of them feared him more than revered him. So Kokushibo accepting him—romantically, might he add—and agreeing to be in a relationship with him, which quite as much hinted that he reciprocated the feelings? Honestly, anybody would be surprised.

"Really?"

"Yes."

There was a moment of processing as Muzan contemplated his next actions. What the hell did couples even do? It wasn't like the books were all that helpful; many contained places far in Europe or America, in the sun, or just relatively unavailable things. But then, it was night. The stars were out and Nakime could simply teleport them to a place without light pollution. Silence was nice when it was comfortable, right?

He nodded to himself. "Kokushibo?"

"Yes, sir...?"

"Don't call me that," he said, more as an order.

"Yes, master."

"...or that," Muzan said with a sigh.

"Apologies..."

"You may call me Muzan, in other presence or not."

If Kokushibo was surprised, he did well in hiding it. "Of course, Muzan-sama."

Growing slightly irritated, Muzan ignored the suffix and let out a breath. "Would you like to accompany me outside?"

"Of course. I would... enjoy that," Kokushibo murmured. There was a hint of content in his voice and it gave Muzan more confidence.

"Very well." Signaling to Nakime, the two demons found themselves in an old building far from any large cities. There was the occasional glint of a lantern from the towns below the hill the building stood on but neither's attention strayed to the lights as they settled down by each other, sitting side by side.

Muzan gazed up at the sky, the stars flickering like the mirage in the window back at the Infinity Castle. This time, they seemed different. Proud, even. Of Muzan? Certainly, he was proud of himself. It wasn't even the fact that he had overcome yet another challenge before him, but the fact that Kokushibo sat only a foot away, his warmth radiating gently in the cool air of the night.

Muzan's hand was resting by his hip, propping him up. Slowly, it slipped towards Kokushibo as he lent his weight to the hand. It wasn't until Kokushibo's hand entwined in his own that he realized their proximity. They were mere inches apart and Muzan felt suddenly hyper aware of his hearts beating quickly. He was sure Kokushibo could feel his quickening pulse, wondering if the heat rising in his face was making the night air warmer. He leaned slowly to the side and his head grazed Kokushibo's shoulder. For a moment, he wondered if Kokushibo would recoil. When nothing happened, he let himself lean against the Uppermoon, feeling the tranquility of the night sooth him again. He let out a gentle breath, feeling the anxiety over everything leave with the exhale. He relaxed, then, for possibly the first time in his life, against Kokushibo. His boyfriend, now.

His eyes fluttered closed and as he sat there by Kokushibo's side, he felt a smile graze his lips. He understood, suddenly, even for just this moment, why humans seemed to go to impossible lengths to chase after love. It really did make it all worth it. Yes. It was worth the wait.

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ouughhdfksd i can't tell if music helped me write this faster or made it more difficult bc some of it probably doesn't make sense (i don't proofread but imma use spell check cuz yes)

[keen-observations]

Keen observation: The man from Asakusa aided the corps in the final battle.

This has probably been said before, but I want to rant about it anyways, and plus this might help some people realise this if they haven’t already.

This is referring to the scene in which Lady Tamayo makes her assault on Muzan, and she and Kibutsuji are both simultaneously impaled by these seemingly random red spikes from a blood demon art.

But clearly this is different to both Tamayo and Yushiro’s blood demon arts, but Tamayo states:

“This blood demon art… belongs to the man you turned into a demon in Asakusa!”

(Clearing up any confusion to the viewers, almost. Throwback to season 1 episode 7 - “Muzan Kibutsuji” and specifically to the scene where Tanjiro and Muzan first meet face to face.

And to distract from the attention Tanjiro is getting him, Muzan cuts the back of a civilian near by, turning him into a demon to divert focus to him, and keep Tanjiro busy. )

And Muzan is VISIBLY taken aback by this, whether from the shock that this BDA (blood demon art) had such an effect on him or, and this is what I think is more likely, that he hadn’t even thought this man would be a threat to him, let alone one like this.

(A demon regaining his sense of self and humanity, moving on to play a vital role in the fall of the king of demons??? Who does that sound like folks? THATS RIGHT - NEZUKO KAMADO THATS WHO.)

And this scene, almost fifty episodes later, is a perfect representation of Muzan’s salty benevolence. And it’s awfully similar to his relation with Nezuko. He makes seemingly a small, simple, single mistake in the spur of the moment, but those lone mistakes weave into others, making a weighted blanket that will inevitably suffocate him.

He did as he pleased and never considered the repercussions, only realising what he had done much later when said actions had consequences.

TLDR: The man from Asakusa who became a demon came back in season five- and it was awesome.

Now what I love about this is not only the fact that it brings back a seemingly one off character, but it makes him a vital part of the beginning of the final battle, one for the ages.

Also just how sick is this BDA??

[hi-there-buddies]

Me, reading and watching Demon Slayer for the first time: Wow this is amazing

The anime community: it’s actually not tho. Demon Slayer is so mid

Me: Oh… I guess so. I was probably just caught up in the hype

Me, rewatching seasons 1-3, and watching season 4 as it comes out: This is the most entertaining thing in the world, actually

[unsualfan]

Muzan would always place in dress to impress

Unless it's rigged then he'd rage quit and find another server

[ultimateunidino]

Kinda in the same vein as my last post but I NEED, to see Akaza from demon slayer and Minos prime from ultrakill fight, both are maylee based . I NEED see em beat the shit out of eachother.

[pteropods]

characters covered in blood n acting like its normal ......... love 2 see it

[konaharts]

[~2020] Demon Slayer chibis

[paradox-the-unimpressed-nun]

Small NSFW & SFW headcannons Human!Muzan x Reader

Warning: ⚠️ NSFW, Blow job, handjob, some fluff, Muzan is gender fluid (canon), sexual nudity, submissive!Muzan, dom!reader, 69

A/N: Hey it’s me, I kinda lost my will to write so yeah…but the new Kny leaks has given me a little motivation. So yeah here y’all go

SFW

𓇢𓆸 You were one of Muzans assigned caretakers, at first he hated you. He hates everyone but he definitely didn’t like you, he had no reason he just did.

𓇢𓆸 He made your life so hard, he refused to do anything you asked of him. It would be little things, like asking him to lift up his arms so you bathe him or if he could please hold still so you could brush his hair: stuff like that

𓇢𓆸Eventually he stopped resisting after he started noticing his hygiene getting poor. He still was rude and snappy though.

𓇢𓆸Soon he just said nothing at all, you didn’t Interest him and you didn’t annoy him so he guessed you’re alright. You were putting a cold cloth over his puffy eyes and he told you “you’re not my favorite caretaker but….you’re the one I tolerate the most” you told him thank you

𓇢𓆸You didn’t start bonding until you caught him using his food as lipstick. You left only for a little bit to wash up and to your surprise you see him using the red tea to dye is lips. You kinda just stood there in shock, Muzan noticed you and was very flustered. He yelled at you to leave and threw a plate at you.

𓇢𓆸 Very bluntly you asked him if he would like to ware makeup or at least tried. He talked over you the entire time saying that it was nothing. Only stopping when you asked if he wanted to borrow your lipstick, he went quiet and said yes.

𓇢𓆸 There started your bounding. Muzan always stood very still when you would apply the lipstick not wanting to accidentally mess it up. Afterwards he would start at himself in the mirror carefully examining himself as you would hold the mirror for him. After sometime he would ask if you thought he looked pretty if he looked like a lovely young woman.

𓇢𓆸It was a everyday thing were you would come in and put lipstick on him, then it became a every other day thing, then every other week and so on so forth. After sometime he would ask if you would apply powder to his face, do his hair and let him borrow your clothes.

𓇢𓆸On days he went all out he would ask you to refer to him as a woman and you did. Other days he went by male. You had to admit he did make a very lovely woman.

𓇢𓆸you gained some muscle while being his caretaker, he would ask if you could help him go outside. It usually ended up with you carrying him around the property. He is light but as a caretaker you didn’t really do lifting, you got used to it.

𓇢𓆸Rainy days is his favorite, the sun isn’t in his eyes and the garden looks very lovely. He would ask you to put him down put still hold onto him so he could jump into a puddle (he wanted to see what all the fuss was about)

𓇢𓆸 Muzan often ask you do certain things so he can understand or experience them. Example he would ask you to hug him because he wanted to know what it felt like. Or for you to hold his hand or dance with him (it didn’t last long, he can barely stand)

𓇢𓆸One day he ask for you to kiss him, he’s never been kissed before and he wanted to experience it before he dies. You did and he asked if you could do it again and again and again and again…

NSFW

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆Remeber how I mentioned he wanted you to help him experience certain things? Yeah it soon got dirty. You started with kissing with tongue, he wasn’t good at it but he got the hang of it.

*ੈ𑁍༘Muzan asked you if he could see your breast, you said yes. You would undo your top and sit in front of him giving him a good view of your chest. Then he asked if he could touch and of course you said yes.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ he’s never touched a boob before so this was very new to him, you had to guide his hand and show him how to properly grope a woman. You would tell him where he should touch and which parts are most pleasurable.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ On Muzans fem days he would ask if you would grope him as if he was a female with breast. You would and you discovered his chest is sensitive. Taking it a step further you would kiss down to his neck then to his chest. Telling him woman like it when men take special care to their chest. He took a mental note of that.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Muzan asked you if you would jerk him off he needed to know what it would feel like if it was someone else’s hand. You would him against your chest and you slowly stroke your hand up and down his hand. He would whimper into you breast as tears fell down his face. He was in Heaven.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆You were the one to suggest giving him a blowjob, he was a little confused on why you would want to do that but soon understood. This was definitely his favorite, the warm heat of your mouth and skill full tongue on his sensitive member drove him insane. He would cage you in between his legs and his arms wrapped around your head holding you in place.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ He liked to cum in your mouth as he wanted the feeing of your mouth to last as long as possible. Not that you mind he never lasted long and didn’t cum a bunch so you were okay.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆I guessed I should have mentioned that Muzan can only last one round

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆Muzan asked if you could sit on his face as he wanted to return the favor. It didn’t last long as Muzan complained that he couldn’t breathe and you were too heavy, sure you were plump but so was everyone woman at the time. You were very disappointed and muzan is skillful with his tongue.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆you offered to ride him as you both were ready for full on intimacy but that didn’t last long either. Again he complained that you were too heavy but to his credit he tried to hold out to the end.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆You both came to a compromise though, you would jerk him off and he would would finger you. That was the best you were gonna get and you both made the best of it.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆he actually came up with a better position for you both. He asked if he could lay ontop of you head on opposite sides. You were confused and he was honestly confused but you did it and worked very well. He was able to finally give you pleasure while at the same time you could do the same.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆The vibrations of his moans against your clit made your legs wobble. Muzan understands that he doesn’t last long and he wants to cum with you, so he would suck on the nub and finger you.

A/N: idk what else to add so here y’all go 😭✌️ also thank you lovely’s for 900 followers I really appreciate all the support 🤧

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