It was the norm for higher ranking officers to make anyone of lower status perform degrading acts or perform them onto the soldier.
This came in many different forms. Maybe a few demeaning comments, someone screaming in your face, perhaps full blown violence or uncomfortable caresses you’d just have to endure.
Yes, most of the time they were inherently sexual acts though it was never regarded in that matter. It was a way to remind the subject they were in fact lower than the officer, as simple as that.
You mostly saw things of this nature happening in AIT or just to some pumped up trainees in basic. In your leagues though? It was rare. If you’d made it up high enough to be appointed to a task force that meant you all held some sort of respect for each other, regardless of rank.
Though that doesn’t mean it didn’t exist at all.
Price had quite the knack of reminding others that he was higher up then them, especially when you’d screw up. It started when you nearly gave up a recon. He’d grabbed your jaw so hard you could swear he could have dislocated it if he so pleased. Pressing his forehead to yours so you’d have no choice to peer up at him.
“Are you an imbecile?” he’d spat as a large calloused hand came to cup your clothed cunt, causing your shoulders to square like you were back to being a cadet as you stammered out a “no, sir!” As he hummed and shoved you back, telling you to go crawl into a hole for all he cared for shouldn’t be turning you on so much.
You’d remind yourself that it wasn’t like that, he’d do the same to any of your male counterparts (he probably would, the dirty bastard). It was like how dogs humped each other to assert dominance. You’d seen him scream his head off at Soap even full out clock gaz so it wasn’t unnatural. Not in your world at least.
The second encounter came when you were in his office. You’d been called to go visit a few families and give your condolences but with all the work you already juggled you’d completely forgot. You kept your gaze averted from him as he sharply exhaled, circling around his desk and coming to stand in front of you.
“You stand at attention when I talk to you!” He shouted out, that authoritative tone coming back your gaze immediately shooting up as you straightened. He hooked a finger into your belt loop, roughly pulling you to him. “You want to explain to me what happened, corporal?" He questioned
“I am so sorry, sir” you breathed out “I can’t even imagine the grief those families must feel, I’ve just been so busy it slipped my mind, captain” you managed before he shoved at your shoulders. “I had to call in someone last minute, do you know how embarrassing that is?” He grumbled and you gave a quick chirp of a “no, sir!”
“Well I’ll be happy to show you” he huffed, grabbing the nape of your neck, keeping you in place as he shoved his hand into your uniform pants. You swallowed as his fingers breached the cotton panties you wore. “You okay?” He asked his tone lowering to a gentle whisper and despite the burning shame you felt you nodded quickly. You tried to convince yourself it was out of instinct but you knew deep down it was want.
Price bullied his fingers into your now soaping pussy, first just one then stretched you to two. He curled them so delightfully hitting that spongy spot inside you that had your lips parting in a cry, arching into him on instinct. “Oh god, captain” you breathed out in between inhales. He gave an approving grunt as you bellowed, fastening his pace until he felt you start to clench around his digits then pulled away effectively ripping away any semblance of pleasure and replacing it with that horrid shame once more.
He moved the same hand to your face as he gripped it, purposefully wiping his fingers on your own cheek. “you wanna cum? Then next time you do what I tell you” he stated and he cleared his throat. Using his grip on your neck to force you to kneel and shoved your face into the obvious bulge in his crotch. You gave in already to pliable to protest as he let out a satisfied groan at the beautiful pronographic sight.
“Get out of my office, corporal.” He commanded after a good few minutes watching in pure amusement as you scrambled to your feet and tried to walk out as quickly as you could on weakened legs.
Sit on your knees and get yourself off while I sit above you and rest my boots on your shoulder. Don’t worry, I’ll encourage you. Just follow my instructions.
"Can I request (male) Muzan Kibutsuji getting railed by Top Demon reader in exchange for some blood?
-- @dasikubz
Hmmmm, I'll definitely see what I can do! Don't worry, you're doing this right!
Muzan Kibutsuji x Dom!Male Reader
Warning: Usage of the word 'cunt' for male character, tw blood, tw human death, unprotected sex, little foreplay.
Images of mahogany red hair and blazing sun like eyes made his hackles raise in disgust. That damn boy, so similar to the man that dared cut him to pieces, and swore to defeat him in revenge for his fallen family. That bastard of a child honestly thought they could defeat him?! The titled King of Demons?! As if!
That stupid, idiotic child made him abandon his wife and child, though those weren't much to be sad about, if he could even feel that sadness, it took away his next meal opportunity. Muzan's cold blood boiled over just at the mere sight of the boy and what he had done.
Kibutsuji really hoped that the boy felt good about himself, so he could tear him down later when he got his hands on him.
Making his way to the boundaries of the city unbeknownst himself, he hummed when a thought came to mind that made a venom laced smile appear on his face. Disappearing into the woods, he reappeared in a clearing of the trees with a stream of water and the mooning shining high above.
With a snap of his fingers, one of Muzan's most trusted demons teleported behind him, already at their knees. Adrenaline courses through Muzan's veins at the thought of what was to come, what he would make his prized possession do to him to lull his rage induced huff. Muzan needed some way to combat the hate rolling in his stomach.
Turning around, he gazed down at the highest ranking moon currently at his disposal. Though Kokushibo was strong, you were stronger. You only became as strong as you were with the help and gracious hospitality your Lord Muzan was willing to give. You'd do anything he asked as he had helped you in your most dire need.
Muzan smiled at your inner thoughts, already tasting the need and excitement coming from you at the mere thought of being able to serve him. This was what a true model demon looked like, Muzan thought possessively.
The King tilted his head back, "My most trusted servant, so needy to be at my beck and call. You'd do anything for your Master, wouldn't you? "
You nodded frantically, "I live only to serve you, your Dark Lord. "
Oh, that nickname, how it makes Muzan warm, even though he is a demon and can not do so naturally. It was a luxury only you get to have. The King titled his head, "I have a proposition for you, loyal servant. "
"May I request to know what it is? " You inquired, barely able to hold yourself back.
Muzan chuckled without warmth, "There was a dreadful incident that happened moments ago. I wish to crush an abrasive brat that dared challenge me and call me a coward. "
You growled lowly, exciting Muzan even more by the power of your voice. A power he himself had given you, "I will crush this child where he stands, if you wish it so, Master. "
Muzan took a step closer to your kneeled form, "I do not doubt you. In due time do I wish for this child's death, but I have a proposition that I'm sure both I and you will enjoy. "
You remained silent, letting your Lord speak. Even as you felt the sharp claws of your master run through your hair, you fought the urge to lean into the cold touch. Muzan kept his gaze forward, "You will please me like no demon else has been able to do. Make me feel your loyalty, prove it to me, and I will share my blood with you so you can kill this pest. "
Kibutsuji tasted the rush of desire, the jump of your muscles at your neck under his hand. He would take that as a 'yes'. Chuckling, he grabbed your chin and held your face up so the moon reflected off the kanji making up your pupil in god moon light. In the front of his trousers, there a significant bulge was becoming more prominent as time passed, becoming more eager by the arousing view in front of him. Muzan stroked your cheek, "Go on then, loyal servant, show me your loyalty. "
Not having to be told twice, you nodded in acception before stuffing your face into his crotch. Muzan grunt at the abrupt approach, but it turned into a hum as you licked the fabric between you and your goal. Setting your hands on his thighs, you indulged yourself, nicking the material of the pants with your sharp fangs.
Though, it didn't take long for the teasing to get boring. Opening his mouth to voice his displeasure, he was caught off guard by the sudden draft he felt on his back side. Noticing his lack of trousers, he wondered how you got them off without him noticing for only a split second before his thoughts went muddled.
A gasp left his lips as you took his entire length in your mouth. Saliva and the vibrations caused by the noises you made had Muzan's posture breaking as he leaned forward ever so slightly as pleasure wrecked his frame. You didn't even give him time to adjust to the tightness of your mouth before you bobbed your head up and down quickly, effectively fucking your mouth on his cock.
The sinful noises you were making had his breathing stutter, the squelch and moans had his dick twitching in interest. It was a gift that you were given no gag reflex, or the stunt that you were presently pulling would be no possible task. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, causing both you and the King to make a noise.
Claws sharper than those Demon Slayer swords gripped your hair, tugging ruthlessly and making your scalp sore. They tangled themselves with your locks, getting fistfuls before getting tugged on. It made you moan around your Lord's cock nonetheless. The King's stamina built to withstand a fight from dusk to dawn made no efforts to make an appearance during your act.
Your own claws made an appearance on Muzan's thighs. Feeling the strong muscle under your finger tips had your own cock in your attire twitching. The power difference was so obvious, your King could crush you without a second thought if you displeased him only slightly, and there would be no hesitancy. This only spurred you only to please him beyond expectancy.
Kibutsuji jumped at the cold sensation on the skin of his thighs, revealing just how different you both were from those normal fleshy meat bags. They produced their own warmth, while demons remained cold blooded, but made no attempt at seeking warmth from others. Muzan made it so.
A grunt escaped Kibutsuji as his back suddenly hit the ground with a thud. The wet blades of grass soaked his jacket with rain water. Though he was distracted immediately as your hands lifted his legs up and onto your strong shoulders. You could feel his strong and quivering thighs encase your head, his heels digging into your spine. Muzan panted as you suckled on the tip, rubbing your tongue over the head.
His dick slipped past your lips with a wet pop, and it fell against his tensing and rippling stomach. Precum leaked from the wet tip onto his skin, the cold breeze made his cock twitch.
Raising a brow at the sudden lack of attention, a grunt left his mouth as you lifted his hips off the ground and into the air. The hold on his thighs slipped down over his ass and on his hips, hugging them intimately. A strangled breath left his lips as he watched you kiss your way down his cock, over his balls, along his pernium, and finally to that ring of muscle surrounding his untouched taint.
A furious blush covered Kibutsuji's cheeks as he watched your heated eyes pierce into his own. You licked a stripe over the twitching muscle before sucking one of his balls into your mouth. Muzan groaned, fisting your hair tightly as his legs shook. Biting his lip, a trickle of blood pooled around his fang and tribbled down onto his chin.
One of your hands left his hip and you used your thumb to wipe away the blood. Before bringing your thumb back to your mouth, you give him your best pleading eyes, "I serve only you, My King. Please, allow me to serve you even more, and let you experience something worth your effort and time. I promise I will not disappoint. "
Muzan chuckled light headedly, "Go ahead. "
You nodded, bringing the blood on your thumb to your mouth and suckling on it. The rush of power had you groaning, cheeks flushed as you feel your King's blood shift you into something even more powerful. With a growl, you lean forward and plunge your tongue into his hole.
Kibutsuji cried out, foregoing the caution of tone level as he gasped and shivered in place. Through lidded eyes, he watched as you expertly carried him with one hand while the other started to peel the layers of clothes you have on, off. Now you were only left with your pants, and he was left in his button up shirt. Hands momentary forgotten, they twitched in your hair, pulling on some strands and straining a groan from you.
A hum left his lips as he did it again and got the same reaction. Smirking devilishly, he yanked on some hair, hard enough to move your head. A moan left your lips, claws poking at Muzan's skin at his hips. If his healing factor had been dormant, he probably would have bruises by now with how strong your grip was.
A breathy pant left his lips, "Hurry now. I tire of your wasted foreplay. I know how much you are holding yourself back. "
With a grunt, your claws finally did break the skin of his hips, drawing rivulets of blood. You whined, "My King, I do not wish to harm you with my own carelessness. Then you will hate me and no longer call upon me. "
Muzan huffed, "Do not see me so lowly. No matter what you do, as long as you follow my orders, and please me as you have, no hatred of mine will be directed towards you. "
Nodding excitedly, you do as he says. Licking one last stripe of salive into his stretched hole, and wetting your own cock, you lower his hips level to your own and line up your cock to his greedy cunt.
Slamming into his hole, Muzan roared in pain and a small degree in pleasure as you gave him little time to adjust. Pulling your hips back, you snapped them back towards the underside of his ass. Muzan scrambled to find purchased now that he couldn't reach your hair, and your thighs were next best thing. He raved as he felt the twitch and clench of strong muscle under his fingertips as you thrust in and out of his leaking cunt.
Head thrown back, Kibutsuji melted into a blubbering mess of grunts, moans, and screams as he felt himself nearing his peak of pleasure. You seemed to be not so far behind. A sheen of sweat made your paler shine in the moon, making you look ethereal.
His enhanced hearing caught whispers of his name on your sinful tongue. What you wanted to do to him, what you craved, what you wished, his name, pleads, they all fell from your lips. Muzan was drinking them greedily. Pulling all the resolve he had, you smirked up to you, "I can hear your thoughts. So many dirty things, I hear so clearly. You are an animal that only devours, then wants more.
"Show me how greedy you are. Come on, don't get soft on me now. " Muzan teased. A rabbid growl left your lips as your hackles raised into a snarl. Your next thrust had his hips arching into the air as your thick cock swept past his aching prostate. With a final cry, Muzan came in waves and full body shivering.
Claws digging into your thighs, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your Master's walls convulsed around you, milking your cock for everything it had. With a roar, you came inside of your King. Muzan shivered at the feeling of your hot cum flooding his insides, coating his walls with white hot cum. He moaned, watching in slow motion as you rode through your high and collapsed into a heap onto his front, barely catching yourself.
Lowering yourself onto his front, Muzan sighed in a daze and gripped your biceps on both sides. Blinking rapidly, Muzan reached up and wiped a rivulet of sweat away from his eye. Looking at your blissed face, Kibutsuji hummed and pushed a strand of hair out of your face. Opening your eyes, you peer into his own.
Locked gazed, Muzan offered his hand to your mouth, "You earned your reward. Drink what you can. You deserve it. "
Nodding your head, you take his palm to your mouth and nicked the flesh with your sharp tooth. Drinking the blood that came from the wound. Muzan hummed and closed his eyes, feeling his power and life force enter your system. A smile covered both of your faces as you basked in the calm, drinking your Master's blood. Eventually, you had to part, but now was not the time to think of that.
Ok so I can’t get that Malec handshake out of my head. I am DYING to write a follow up, but I’m still rusty at this. Someone prompt me something for it. Please?
