#i mayyyy have gotten carried away with this one

[blasphemous-cal]

No, no sweetheart. No touching. This is all about you, okay? Just stand there all pretty, your hands at your sides.

Yeah, I see that roguish smile. I see the way you’re looking at me, dressed up in lingerie of your favorite color. I bet you just wanna reach out and feel me, huh? See how I react to your touch. But now’s not the time for that. Just let me take care of you, angel.

I start by peppering kisses all over your face, brushing my lips chastely against yours. I move down to behind your ear, the kisses becoming more intentional and your cute giggles turn into a soft moan. My lips continue to work at your neck, my fingertips trailing up your spine. When I gently bite that one sensitive spot on the curve of your neck, you shiver.

My fingers graze over the swell of your breasts, making you jump as I trail my tongue slowly down your neck and chest. Your hands come up to stroke my neck as my tongue swirls over your pretty nipple and I stop, firmly gripping your wrist. What did I say about touching, sweetheart? Are you going to behave, or am I going to have to tie you up?

Awwww, look at that blush. I know you’ll behave for me, angel. And you’ll get to touch me plenty later, if you’re good.

My hands work to undo the button of your jeans as I my mouth greedily sucks on your nipples. Your hands grip the edge of the bed, your knees already getting weaker. God, I can’t wait to see you come undone.

I pull your pants to your ankles, allowing you to step out of them as I kneel before you. Oh, sweetheart, you’re already so hard after only a little teasing? I look up at you, my hands coming to rest at your waist.

You are so beautiful.

You blush, unable to look away as I lay my tongue flat above the base of your cock and run my tongue up to your belly button. You let out a low moan, your whole body quivering.

My pretty baby, I love tasting you.

I leave open mouthed kisses down each of your thighs, stopping to sink my teeth into your soft flesh to make you whimper. I know, baby, you’re so sensitive here. My hands snake around your hips to grope your ass, kneading the sensitive area in a way that makes your hips buck. I leave hickeys and bite marks and saliva all over your thighs and tummy and it’s only when your cock is leaking precum and you can only make those pretty whines that I stand up, towering over you.

I grip the back of your hair and pull you in for a deep kiss. I suck your tongue and bite your lip and massage your scalp, all to slip your further and further into that fuzzy headspace. Finally, I pull away and hold out my hand.

Can you spit in my hand, baby?

You do, a little shyly.

Good job.

You shiver and I grin, bringing my hand down to stroke your aching dick. Your head falls back as a throaty groan escapes your lips. I take the opportunity to lick up your jugular, my hand slowly feeling up your thick cock. Your hands grip the bed harder as I squeeze the base and I trap you in another kiss.

I almost don’t want to pull away from your sweet lips, but I just love the aching excitement in your eyes as I kneel again, looking up at you with so much adoration.

You’re a goddess. I love worshiping you, it’s what I live for, darling.

You bite your lip and I smile deviously, maintaining full eye contact as my head tilts and I lick the entire length of the underside of your dick. You shudder, your head falling forward as I grip the base again and kiss the head. Finally, I wrap my lips around you, taking as much as I can in my mouth. Inch by inch, achingly slow, so you can really feel my tongue and lips and throat worshipping you. I bob my head back, then forward again, my hand keeping that slow, tortuous pace.

I pull back, a trail of spit connecting my tongue and the head of your cock.

God, you’re so perfect, I can’t get enough of you baby. Do you even know what you do to me? I could spend the rest of my life servicing you.

I take you in my mouth again, fingernails trailing over your ass and the backs of your thighs as your knees buckle and your sighs turn into loud moans. One of my hands cups your balls, thumb tracing over that sensitive spot over and over again in a way that has your hips bucking and eyes screwed shut.

I pull away again to look up at you. God, you look so pretty. Your face and neck flush bright red and your lips parted with heavy breathing. Your eyes have take on that slightly unfocused look as your hands stay firmly stuck to the edge of the bed. I smile, my heart fluttering. You may be my goddess, but you are so obedient when I want you to be.

Do you still want to touch me?

You nod fervently.

You may touch my hair and neck.

Immediately, your hand buries itself in my hair, gripping at the base of my skull and pulling my head back. I groan, biting my lip. You smile, your eyes flashing with something mischievous, and your fingers start to massage my scalp. I shiver and glare up at you. You could be very obedient, but you still liked a challenge.

I grip your thigh again and sink my teeth into your hip. You let out a squeak as I suck on the spot, drawing out that delicious pain.

Fucking behave.

Your hand loosens it’s grip on my hair and I stroke my thumb over the darkening bruise.

Good pet. I know, baby. I know you like having control, but right now I want you to just sit back and take what I give you, understand?

You whine, but your head is already bobbing in agreement, your eyes now fully glazed in complete submission. I kiss the leaking head of your cock and slide my lips down your length again, hallowing my cheeks as I suck.

Your throaty moans fuel me as my hands, lips and throat bring you closer to the edge. No longer teasing, your hips buck against me, your cock hitting the back of my throat. I can feel your thighs tremble against my fingertips, see how your breaths quicken. Fuck, sweetheart, you are so beautiful as I’m ruining you.

Please, please, please I… I need to cum~

Your voice is high and breathy, no longer caring how whiny you sound. How desperate. Good thing I’m just as desperate for your cum as you are, angel. I squeeze your balls again as I take your cock all the way down my throat, watching in rapturous anticipation as your eyes roll in the back of your head and your entire body tenses. Hot cum hits the back of my throat and I make sure to milk every last drop from you.

Finally, I pull my mouth away with a satisfying pop and you collapse back onto the bed. I climb over top of you, cupping your face in your hands and kiss you slow. You did such a good job, and I make sure you know just how proud of you I am. How much I love making you feel good.

Thank you for letting me take care of you, darling.

[THIS IS A POST ABOUT QUEER SEX. CIS/HET MEN PLS DO NOT INTERACT]

#warning: LONG #i mayyyy have gotten carried away with this one #nsft text #queer nsft #nsft #my nsft #nblw nsft #t4t #t4t nsft #nblnb nsft #wlw nsft #praise #soft d0m #service top #edg1ng #er0tica #men dni #callisto’s confessionals

[l4ysinterlude]

request: “Hmm… Hashira! reader who is normally shy gets drunk and flirts with a white hatted stranger. they don’t know he’s the demon king, & muzan humors them. turns out drunk reader is very charismatic and entertaining, ended up making out with muzan for a while. like, a hour. when the big battle happens, they encounter muzan and reader remembers everything, feeling their lips to still feel muzan’s on them. shy hashira reader is red faced and stuttering lol”

AN: heya, very sorry for the long delay of this ask. i’ve been extremely busy for the past 2 weeks but i’m gonna take some time off to complete this. as an apology for my absence, i decided to take it upon myself to make this a 2 PART story (this might be counted as a series). i will also like to add that, i kinda exaggerated his outfit he was wearing because like.. it was thoughts running throughout my head. so just a heads up, i’m a little descriptive of his outfit. and MAYYYY… have gotten carried away on this one. so i apologize in advance 🙏🏾.

request by @cursetopia

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 - pt. 1

pt. 1 | pt. 2

muzan x hashira! reader

warnings/notes: 16+ blog, semi-nsfw, suggestive content, dancing/clubbing (yk, they might be all touchy-feely or wtv), grinding, making out, modern(ish?) au mixed with the present (if that makes sense).

synopsis: you are a shy hashira who has took the time to cut loose, enjoy yourself; until you encounter a man in a white hat. things turn very intimate until a few days later, you encounter him again. not expecting he was the enemy… the enemy who the DSC hates the most.

you were feeling very bold tonight. you don’t know what it was, but your shy nature wasn’t there anymore when you were out on the dance floor, letting loose and releasing your inner freak. you order a couple of drinks and got yourself to the point you forgot where you was. enjoying yourself to the fullest; ignoring the people that surrounded you.

but you senses started to somewhat sneak in, feeling a presence coming straight towards you. you got a good look at him even if your vision relatively blurry. he was wearing a black/sliver vest, a white-long sleeved dress shirt, and some black dress pants and sliver loafers. he’s kinda over-dressed for this type of environment but you didn’t even seem to care. he lifts up the white hat that was covering his face, revealing his beautiful crimson but vibrant eyes.

the way his eyes shined within the dim lights in the room everyone was in, was breathtaking. he was undeniably attractive and you were too stunned to speak, even though you weren’t even sober. the music that was playing shifted into a more intimate vibe. so people are about to to get real touchy.

you started to sway your hips to the beat and eventually making your way towards him; wrapping your arms around his neck, closing the gap between you two.

he chuckled and admired how bold you’ve been, ever since you saw him. he puts his hands on each side of your hips, moving to the rhythm.

“i’ve never seen somebody so overdressed in this type of establishment…” you smirked. he laughs to himself, not denying the fact that; it is true.

“well, i like to stand out from the crowd. not dressing the way others do it, nowadays,” he replied, still helping to swaying your hips. you nod at his response and took it in as you go.

“what’s your name?” he asked curiously.

“y/n.”

“nice to meet you, y/n. the names muzan.” he smiled.

“well muzan, all this staring is making me uncomfortable. wanna go somewhere private?” you asked.

he nods as you lead him to some dark corner, away from the people entering the club. as soon as your back hits the wall, your lips crashed onto his. he wraps his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss and licking your bottom lip to be let inside your mouth.

you gladly allowed him to do so and moan in his mouth. you felt a knee go against your crotch. you let out a gasp, letting more arousal build up between you both. he notices and takes the lead by moving his knee and listening to your moans come out from your throat.

you both continue to make love in the corner until the night was over.

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AN: welp, that’s the end of part 1; i really hope you all enjoyed. i’m trying to experiment with newer writing styles and see what i like best. stay tuned for part 2 (coming soon)! also, be sure to like & reblog. it motivates me to continue to create content! you don’t have to, just a suggestion <3.

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[sillydumbdoll]

Haha, gratifying to see my last ask made your ditzy little brain short-circuit for a moment there.

What's a pretty little costume/outfit that you don't have that you desperately want to be dressed up in?

How do you daydream about being played with while dressed like that?

I just typed up the longest response of all time and it got deleted bc I swiped out of the app so here I go again…

This is the best question ever, I have so many thoughts abt this!! Well… my ultimate doll fantasy is to be dressed as a true doll, a frilly doll like dress, like a lolita style traditional doll dress, either pink, blue, or white, white knee high frilly socks with Mary Jane shoes, makeup and hair perfectly done, expression vacant, eyes big as ever, lips parted all pretty, sitting on the bed still, limp, and waiting for its owner to arrive. At first, they would take care of their pretty doll and cherish it, brushing my hair, stroking my face, fixing my outfit and positioning me on the bed to be pretty on display so they can take photos, then they’d go from stroking my cheek to slipping a finger between my parted lips, first one, then two, the fingers start to hit the back of my throat and I start choking and gagging, then I move a little, and they can’t have that, dolls don’t talk or move. They know that breaking in my brand new doll body is going to be difficult so they tie me up nice and tight with pretty pink rope and a pink ball gag to match, then they toy with me however they want to, using me in any way they see fit for their entertainment while I’m helpless.

Another one I think about just as equally is being someone’s beautiful doll wife, cooking and cleaning and staying home, waiting for my spouse to get back, yearning and needy for them. When they get home, everything would be perfect, dinner would be ready, the house would be spotless, I’d be waiting by the door to give them a kiss and anything else they may need. Sometimes things will be great and we’d make love or I’d service them however they needed, but sometimes, they’d want to come home just to take out their pent up anger on their poor doll wife who does everything right and does nothing but sit there and wait for them to get home. They’d tie me up, abuse me, hit me, say mean things to me, laugh at me, make me do embarrassing things, but it would be what I’m used to, being conditioned and corrupted to enjoy it, or at the very least tolerate it, but never leave my cruel spouse.

Tbh that second one is a concept I wanna dress up and do for a while now, I have it on a wishlist which I doubt will ever get cleared but a doll can only hope a pervert would love her twisted mind so much he’d want to corrupt her and encourage her to slut herself out online, if that’s anyone reading this… uhm…hey🥺👉👈 but anyway,,, hope u enjoyed the scenarios… I mayyyy have gotten carried away with this question😳

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