The way I want & need to fuck an old man (help @nvllxiety you infected me)
Humiliated and embarrass him by bending him over and breed him as someone younger. He’s just so ashamed to be the bottom when it’s normally the other way around. But god does it feel good, all the shame and pleasure is just too good to not indulge in!
Normally he gets all the respect from you and others, since he has a higher position and more experience, but now he’s whimpering and moaning on your dick, begging you to be more gentle, all while you are whispering dirty names into his ear. That’s so disrespectful, stop it, he might cry… that’d be even more embarrassing no? You wouldn’t want to see an older guy cry would you?— he’s absolutely beautiful when he cries
He isn’t in his best shape anymore, so don’t be so rough! Please be more careful, or you might break him! If you keep going so fast, you’ll blow his back! How could you make an old man like him arch so much? God, and don’t leave so many hickeys, people will think he’s a pervert :(
Expect to hear him complain about his butt and back the next day ♡.
Hi, I was wondering if you could write about Muzan in his final form getting pegged by the reader? And maybe add some pet play if that's okay for you?
Thought I'd do this ask as the first one back lol, hope you enjoy! (Btw I'm working on all the requests I have, dont worry! ♡)
Warning: bondage, pet-play, praise, pegging,
Embarrassed, he felt absolutely embarrassed yet... he couldn't deny that he liked it. The way your hands were squeezing his plump thighs, nails digging into his skin, leaving red stripes along the way. It felt delicious, making his mouth water.
"Tell me, Muzan-sama..." you purred, you're fangs showing as you smirked up at him. You gripped his thighs again, earning a grunt from him. "Are you... my good boy?"
He glared weakly at you, no, no, he's the demon lord. But... the thought of being a good boy, no, of being your good boy... it made his head spin into a mind space were he couldn't do anything else but say...
"Yes..." he said quietly, almost to soft for your liking. "I am..."
You smiled, pulling yourself up. He looked beautiful, his hands tied tightly to the headboard of his king size bed. His white locks creating a halo around his head, his face showing nothing but lust. Truly, a masterpiece.
"Good, I guess then... I should give my good boy a prize, right?" He tensed at your words, feeling suddenly lightheaded at what he saw.
You pulled your kimono off, showing your bear body, and a white, big strap on. He burned holes at you, hating the idea of being fucked by you instead of fucking you. He could easily break free from his restraints, kill you on the spot, yet... he couldn't. Fuck, he couldn't.
You grabbed his marked thighs, spreading them apart. You poked his entrance with the tip of the strap, looking at his reaction. He sucked in a deep breath, brazing himself, he didn't stop you, he couldn't stop you, not when he felt so good just by being weak against you.
"My good boy..." you leaned forward, and bit his exposed neck, he gasped softly as you begin to push inside him.
It was big, too big. Heck, maybe even bigger than his own. And that made it hotter.
"Fuck you." he glared at you as you pulled away from him, smiling. The darkness of his room enhanced the brightness of his red eyes.
"Muzan-sama, that's not nice." You pushed all the way inside him, he chocked on his spit.
"F-fuck-..." you leaned forward again, pushing one of his legs on your shoulder, letting the tip press directly on his prostate. He swore he was seeing stars.
"Especially since I plan on fucking you really good..." he looked down as you pulled out, almost entirely.
"Agh! W-wait... shit-" you thrust inside him fully, watching his stomach bulge at the size of your dick.
He moaned loudly, and you enjoyed the sound. Thrusting inside him roughly, rearranging his guts nicely and thoroughly. Making sure he felt as much pleasure as possible. And fuck he was feeling it.
"Y-yes... fuck yes...!" He moaned, his nails digging into his palm, drawing blood. His body felt hot, as if he was in hell right now, and still he felt like he was in heaven at the same time.
The room was filled with his moans, the sticky clap of your hips meeting his. Your eyes stuck to his face. Big red eyes rolled back, tears forming.
"More, more-" he tried to look at you straight in the eye, so he could demand you to go harder. But his eyes flew to the back of his head with every delicious hit the tip of your strap landed on his prostate.
"So cute, my little master, hm?" He didn't comprehend what you said anymore.
"Cum-... gonna- gonna cum-" he tried to alarm, as his pleasure weld up into a ball, ready to explode at any second, one more thrust, just one-
He looked at you in shock as you stopped. His eyes filled with tears, a weak glare directed your way.
"Do you deserve to cum?" You asked him, you thrusted into him harshly, he moaned out, on the brink of his orgasm. "I don't think you do..."
He felt like crying, even though he already was unbeknownst to him. He moved his hips desperately, looking for any friction.
"Don't- don't stop-" he finally used his force, breaking out of his restraints, but to your surprise he didn't use his freedom to kill you.
He gripped your hips, his tentacles appearing out of nowhere, they wrapped themselves around you.
"Cum, let me cum, I'm a good boy!" His deep, demanding voice now unrecognizable. "Please-"
You gripped his hips tightly, and began moving faster than before. Your lips twisted into a smirk, you kissed him, swallowing his moans.
Muzan on the other hand was crying. He felt too good, his senses turned to mush, electricity flowing through his body. He gripped the sheets, tearing holes in them. You pulled away letting his screams of pleasure consume the room.
"Cumming, Cumming, fuuuck-" his trapped your body as he came, biting your shoulder, you moaned in pain.
His stomach was stained white with his cum, he continued to twitch as you pulled out slowly. His eyes closed shamely as his cheeks turned pink. How was he going to explain this...?
Obviously the uppermoons heard, as the next day he clearly walked funny. And even though all the demons were quiet, a certain demon with rainbow eyes couldn't hold his giggles.
(I’m a slut for like, all the adult demon slayer characters)
we’ll pretend this hasn’t been sitting in my inbox for months— ><” sorry! ive been pondering on it,,
but oh my gosh right?! muzan is too cute not to want to punish. he tries his best to be all dominant, but in the end, after living for so long, you have to give the reigns up. spanking him silly until he’s begging for you to touch him elsewhere, an added bonus if you’re in a significantly lower power position than him. yummy …
considering tengen— he probably has crazy tongue game as well. altering between sucking your dick and eating out one of the wives o///o kyah, imagine him with a cumshot across his face… saliva dripping down his chin, eyes blown wide and lips all bruised…
and playing with gyomei’s nipples from behind would be so fun. he always thought them to be inverted, so it would be sooo fun to try and tease them out by playing with his most sensitive spot~ he definitely loves to have you suck on them too. his chest is huge, perfect size for hiding your face in.
and me too, anonnie XD such a cast of gorgeous characters. although i’ve been quite partial to tengen lately~
thinking about muzan having a free use kink. whenever you wanted to let out some steam or just have fun with the demon king in general; as long as you weren’t in front of his subordinates, you could do whatever you wanted with him, when you wanted.
if he was trying (and failing) to make the blue spider lily formula, you can walk in, make him turn to face you, and push him on the floor while unbuttoning his pants. while you’re doing that, he’ll be flustered but try to keep the facade of him only letting you do this just so you don’t bother him later on. but you and him know the real reason.
his fingers grip on your hips as you move up and down his cock, your hot walls strangling his length with every move you make. he tries to not let it show in his face how good you make him feel, how he wants more from you. his eyes cross for a moment when you wrap your hands around his throat as you ride him faster and harder than before.
he shouldn’t have feel immense pleasure from you choking him, but the pain of having little air along with the tight walls of your cunt using his cock like a toy, made him spill inside you with a pathetic moan on his tongue in less than a minute. he weezed like a dog as he bathed in the glow of his release, your hands loosened around his throat when you dropped down for the last time and came around his dick.
muzan let out a tiny whine when you slipped his cock out of your pussy, you grinned down at the demon king as he was still dumb in pleasure, his soft dick covered in your mixed orgasms. you brush his sweaty bangs away from his eyes as you kiss his forehead. “thanks a lot, honey,” you whisper as you stuff himself back in his pants, “have fun with your experiment.”
then you walked away from the room, leaving him on the floor panting and sweating. this has got to be the third time today you caught him off guard, and you continue to surprise him the next day and after.
Author's Note: A smut blurb I wrote, trying to figure out how to write smut exactly... I learned I hate doing dialogue but suck too much at writing sensual descriptions. Anyways, this was an incomplete attempt at that one fic idea I had like last year but never got around to actually writing.
Tags: Bottom!Muzan, Sub!Muzan, Heian!Muzan, most definitely OOC!Muzan
Warning: No beta reading, we die like Muzan's doctor, Rated 18+ (Minors DNI)
Description: a terribly written blurb of Heian!Muzan getting fucked and creampied in the ass.
Enjoy ig (or don't, idrc..)
A shock of hot, blinding pleasure shoots through Muzan. His nails dig into the futon beneath him as he lets out a punched out cry. He felt uncomfortably hot, scalding even—reminiscent of the torturous nights he had to grit his teeth through life-threatening fevers. But this fever-like heat came with the mind-numbing sensation of pleasure and pain akin to being skewered or split in half.
"A-Aah! Yo- Angh-" He cries out at the man on top of him.
It felt like it had been hours. Yet, in reality, an hour had yet to pass. In the back of his hazy, pleasure-numbed mind, he struggles to recall what brought him to this in the first place. But struggle went as quickly as it came as a knot began to form in his stomach paired with an increasing sense of desperation.
He cries out, unable to form words any longer. Any attempt to do so would be promptly cut off and forgotten as another shock of pleasure runs through him like lightning.
The knot continues to tighten, urging him to give in completely. And then, he felt the knot snap. A flash of hot white pleasure runs through him with an intensity he'd yet to experience.
He lets out a loud, drawn-out cry. Back arching beyond what he was normally advised to move, his knuckles turn white from how tight he grips the futon as wave after wave of pleasure rushes through him like a stampede of wild animals, ambushing his every sense. His sight goes white, his ears hear ringing, and his skin grows sensitive to the touch.
Then, he feels a hot scalding sensation inside him, filling him up to the brim.
He felt so full.
"A-Aah…hah.."
He lets out a soft sound akin to a whimper as the fluid never seems to stop, filling him up beyond what his body could take.
His breath was heavy as the young lord slumps with the decline of his climax. Muzan laid there with a sense of exhaustion as if his very own life force was directly drained from him. His eyes felt heavy, and his once oversensitive senses dulled.
As his consciousness slowly fades, he could vaguely feel the fullness of his stomach lightening. He lets out a soft whimper at the feeling of the warm fluid slowly leak out of him like an unplugged barrel of honey.
His body felt unbearably heavy, and soon, he fell into a deep slumber.
Ok so uh- I’ve been having brain rot about having Muzan sitting on readers lap cockwarming y/n and struggling to do his work as reader is enjoying seeing him struggle
(male reader if possible please <3)
-🪳 roach anon
yes. YES. YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS.
🥀Cw: smut, amab!reader, edging, brat!muzan, dirty talk, just filth
🥀minors dni
muzan twitched, shuttering as you shifted your hips. he had lost count of how long he'd been sitting in your lap, your cock filling him so nicely as he struggled to focus on his work.
"something wrong?" you coo, grabbing his face and forcing him to turn and look at you, smirking as muzan's cheeks flush. "it can't be that hard to focus, can it, doll?" muzan shoots you a glare, ripping his face from your grasp and turning back around.
his behavior makes your blood boil sometimes, and you harshly grab his hips. a needy squeak is pulled from his throat as you buck your hips up, pushing your cock deeper against his prostate. muzan mewls, eyes glazing over in pleasure as he fights to stay coherent. his nails are digging into the desk, his painfully hard cock dribbling precum all over his thighs.
"awww, are you really that needy already? i havent even done anything!" you snicker, slapping his inner thigh so, so close to his cock. muzan lets out a hiss in pain, and even as the flesh heals almost instantly, the stinging pain serves as a reminder of who is truly in control.
muzan tries to focus on his work as time drags ever so slowly onwards, sweat dripping down his face as his hands tremble. you find a sick sense of pleasure in the occasional whine that slips past his lips whenever you shift below him, and while you adore torturing him, you're beginning to grow impatient. slowly, you drag your hands from his hips to his nipples, pinching both roughly.
"ff-fuck- uhhngh-" a pitiful noise is ripped from deep inside him, catching him off guard. muzan's whole body shivers, hips bucking backwards instinctively as you continue to grope at his chest. one hand continues to abuse his tits, palming the flesh there and rolling the hardened nub between your fingers. the other hand slowly begins to trace down over his abs and stomach to the base of his cock. precum is dripping from his tip, and his poor dick is almost purple with neglect. you move to massage his balls, then moving up towards his tip, catching some of the pre on your fingers and smearing the creamy liquid on his head. muzan whimpers, throwing his head back and clawing at the desk as you begin to pump him ever so slowly. his hole is squeezing your cock so tight, and even the slight stimulation your giving him is enough to make his release build.
"awww, does that feel good?" you sneer, biting down roughly on his shoulder. you begin to pump him faster, still groping at his chest as you palm his cock. muzan begins to rut up against your hand, hips stuttering as you begin to grind against him as well. your cock is hitting all the right places inside him, and the stimulation is making his whole head fuzzy.
"ngh- ye-y-yes, plea- oh ffuck, please, mhngh-" hes practically sobbing now, the coil in his abdomen so close to snapping yet so, so far. muzans thighs are trembling so much that the entire desk is shaking, and you stand up abruptly, bending him over and shoving whatever he had been working on aside. your hand moved from his chest to the back of his neck, pushing him down while the other continued stroking him. you could tell he was close, his whole body seemed to be quivering in anticipation.
"please, fuck- fughnngh pleeass- im so close please mmnhh-" he gasped out, hole clenching around you so tightly as his cock twitched in your palm. you removed your hand from his dick, and muzan let out a pathetic whimper. his orgasm fades, and tears begin to form on his lashline as he grinds back against you, trying to get you to move inside of him.
"fuck, be patient," you grumble, grabbing his hips with the hand not wrapped around his neck and snapping your hips against his, setting a rough pace almost instantly. muzan lets out a choked moan as you manhandle him so that he is arching his back, still facedown against the desk as you continue railing into him. you know you aren't going to last much longer, and from the looks of it, neither is muzan. his eyes are glazed over, and you squeeze his neck tighter making him let out a choked moan. you only fuck him harder, his knees giving out as he collapses beneath you.
"ple-please, master, fuuck, mhm, please..." muzan was begging with tears in his eyes, chasing his high so desperately as he grinded his ass back, desperate for release.
"please- shit- please what?" you managed, cursing as his hole squeezed around you so tightly. yoh were almost at your wits end, and you knew both of your orgasms were close but you wanted to hear him say it. "be a good boy and use your words like ive taught you," you spit out, thrusting into him so deeply he swears hes seeing stars.
"i- i wanna come, please, i need to come! i need it- i need it so bad-" muzan was practically blubbering, looking back at you with teary eyes, and your cock twitched inside him at the sight of his flushed face.
"fuck- go on doll, you can come" you murmur in his ear, and muzan whimpers, shaking as his orgasm finally washes over him. it pulls him under like a tidal wave, snatching the breath from his lungs and making his whole body quake. your own euphoric high comes at the same time, the both of you gasping and whimpering as you come down from the rush of lust. muzan is quivering, his desk and abdomen is coated in his own release. you chuckle, pulling out and whispering praises to your lover as he winced in overstimulation. a ring of white coats the base of your cock, and the both of you look like fucked out messes. muzan reaches out, sitting on his desk and pulling you into a hug.
"are you okay?" you ask, gently running your hands through his hair as his shaky breathing evens out.
"shut the fuck up," he replied, burying his head in the crook of your neck. ah, some things never change.
THIS GOT SO LONG AND FOR WHAT LMAOOOO PLSSSS HES SOOOOO URGHRRHRH sorry this kinda sucks i havent wrote smut in a while and its also like 12:00 😭 ANYWAYS I HOPE U ENJOYED SEND IN MORE SUB MUZAN THIRRSSSSTSTSSSSS HES SOOO
Not me thinking about Muzan and the Upper Moons being put in collars and leashes, nope. Nooooo, siree, nope. Definitely not.
I'm a very bad liar-
LATE ANSWER BUT I AM FINALLY READY TO DIVE INTO THIS. just short headcanons for now cus i'm not tryna get too carried away jbdajhsd.
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : muzan, akaza, kokushibo, douma, and gyokko.
𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐉𝐈
— Muzan thinks the collar is degrading so naturally, he is not too thrilled or receptive to your begging at first. But he's a slave to his own curiosity, so after giving it some thought, he'll let you collar him.
— It is as immensely humiliating as he suspected, hearing the dangly loop where the lead would attach to jingle as he moved. You don't use a leash yet, wanting him to get comfortable with his collar first. He doesn't understand the appeal until you start tugging him around by it, hooking your finger through it to drag him where you want him, whether that be between your legs or otherwise, he's suddenly very pliant.
— You finally take that leap and attach a lead to his sleek black collar, bedazzled with red crystals to match his eyes- the same eyes that bore into you so intensely as you wrap the lead around your wrist several times, drawing him close.
"Such a pretty pet you make," you purr, and something in him purrs back, dark lashes fluttering.
— It's definitely a bedroom-only thing for him though. He has a reputation to uphold afterall. That also means he's getting hard the moment you go to fasten it around his neck ❤︎
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀
— Akaza takes to his collar so easily, smitten with how it feels around his pretty neck the moment you clip it on. He finds it comforting and likes to wear it as often as possible, as a reminder that he is irrevocably yours even when you're apart.
— He'd probably get so attached to it that he'd get anxious if you tried to remove it, instantly rushing to apologize, thinking he's done something wrong and you're punishing him. He gets a little sick to his stomach at the thought of being a bad pet, or bad in general.
— And he'd love to be leashed! it puts less pressure on him not to suddenly jerk away or disobey you on accident, because the lead is there to stop him from going too far.
— Just imagine being on your back with him rutting into you desperately, and then using the leash to pull him down to your lips, smothering his moans against your lips. Purrr.
𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀
—Douma will try just about anything, and won't bat an eye if you confess you want to put a collar on him. He is a bit picky though, so make sure it's a nice one, perhaps with pretty dangly things or gems to compliment his eyes.
— I have this vivid image in my mind of him lifting his hair out of the way as you attach the collar around his neck, those rainbow-colored eyes fixated on your facial expressions, searching for your approval. And when he finds it, he's already purring. He'll gladly show it off too, posing and admiring himself in the mirror.
— He likes it even more when you tug him around by it, whether that be by a lead or just hooking your finger through it and yanking him forward. He's a brat sometimes so at times you'll have to be rough with him, and he likes it, so don't worry about hurting him (that turns him on anyway ❤︎)
𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎
— NOW HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT PLS!! Kokushibo likes to be collared but won't admit it. In fact, he'll pretend he's completely indifferent to it. Beneath the surface though, it feels more right than he ever imagined, to be marked as yours in such a way.
— He's another one I could see having a hard time parting with his collar, which is the biggest clue you'll get from him that he likes it. Just imagining reaching for the clasp when he's being particularly stubborn and his hand slaps over it, all six pairs of eyes wide with panic.
"Don't take it off, please..." he'd mumble, the slightest of blushes gracing his usually stoic face.
— As for leashes... he might be a little offended that you think he'd need one, he has impeccible control of his body and only moves it when you say afterall.
— He will, however, entertain it. Though you hardly need to yank him around at all, it's still very hot to see it moving along with him, especially if you get a chain, cus you hear it jingle with every thrust.
𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎
— Gyokko will let you put a collar on him, but he's very picky about the appearance of it. Seriously you'll have to take him with you when you get one so he can pick one out, or let him ramble on about what he wants and get it custom made.
— I think he'd like to have multiple ones, so he can switch them out as he pleases. As for fucking him with it on, he's more easily-flustered than usual, getting red in the face when you boss him around and tug on it.
— Insists on getting matching leashes for each of his collars because he's painfully particular about the small details, but at least he's letting you leash him in the first place right?
Bro imagine body worship with sub!Muzan. No matter if he's in male or female form just love him in all the glory not matter the form or body he currently takes.
oh he’s going to be so not used to it
such a beautiful person like you worshipping and kissing his sickly body? he’s not used to anyone showing him such affections when he hasn’t manipulated or lied to them, or both. he’s shaking softly, muscles jumping at every soft kiss you place
he seems sensitive everywhere, so touch starved, and so beautiful. he’d allow you to hear his little gasps when you kiss and praise him, hunger evident in your eyes as you kneel between his legs
he needs you. needs you to stroke his dick and tell him how pretty he was, how cute he looked with his red, weepy cock twitching in your hand. needs you to sing sweet compliments in his ear when he cums so hard he feels dizzy
