#me: fucks around and inverts all the green to magenta

[r0ttenc0r3]

putrid putrid putrid

#glitchcore #eyestrain #neoncore #ventcore #weirdcore #webcore #dirtcore #rottenpost #idk what else to tag bleh #voidpunk #aesthetic bullshit #bleh anyways!!! i am happyyyy that i finally felt like making more edits today #also - #me: complains about wanting more green aesthetic posts #me: fucks around and inverts all the green to magenta #they are colors that are frens okay!!

[churchyarddirt]

Hi how are you? I would like to request a nsfw Muzan x reader. You can write it however you want (smut or lemon, whatever you feel is best), but I would appreciate if it was kinky 🙊🙈. Also maybe with demon!reader that’s not really shy and def not weak but still sub (yeah you guessed it, I like it rough and shit so yeah, they gotta keep up with demon daddy 😬🤭) I hope it requested it the right way Thank you for your time and effort 💕 have a great day! 😚

I am so sad I had to rewrite it all 😔 and thats on tumblr... anyways this will be Muzan x his enemy female demon reader, hope that sounds good!!! Also I'm so sorry if this isnt that good, I lost motivation the minute I had to rewrite it, but I missed writing for Muzan ♡

"I never thought that little plan of Douma's would work" Muzan commented, looking at your body. He adored the view.

You were pinned up against the wall by black wires that you assumed were Nakime's ability. Every limb tightly secured.

You were quite numb from the poison that you got infected by earlier, but it didnt matter. Your worst enemy was right in front of you.

Muzan slowly made his way to you, with blank expression. You were one of the lucky demons that had succeeded in regaining control from the demon lord.

Muzan didnt hate you, despite you ruining a lot of his plans, Muzan found you amusing and usefull. The taller demon craved to know how you feel, but sadly you were blind to him. He come closer, but you wore the same neutral expression, no fear or panic. And it pissed him off.

Suddenly, muzan took out massive kitchen knife and placed it against your neck "I'm quite tempted to slice it against your throat" muzan grinned as your expression finally changed and surprise erupted through your face, however, vanished as soon as sun rose up the sky and that orange-magenta colour came than disappeared.

As soon as in a matter of seconds you were back to your expressionless face.

"I'm not afraid, Kibutsuji" you declared, his name left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You felt the dagger sink deep into your skin "I know you're not afraid" Muzan admitted "so I will make you shiver" his eyes stayed locked with yours as you moaned from pain.

You quickly averted your gaze to the window, where the moon was disclosed with thick black clouds. You felt wisteria poison burn your skin and travel down your body, you could stop it. You were magnificent in blood magic, you could destroy the poison, yet you let it run down your veins like a river. It felt good.

You felt your body go more numb and numb. If you died right now, nothing would matter anymore.

You prayed that the poison would take you, yet it didnt. Muzan gently cupped your cheek and forced you to meet his gaze

"I've had my eyes on you for some time, be a good girl and stay obediently still" he taunted, his eyes drifting to your body.

Suddenly, the wires loosened up and you fell to the ground, your green kimono dangling elegantly "what are you doing...Kibutsuji" you grinned, barely able to keep your hands still

"Punishment darling" the demon's hands travelled around your shoulders, removing your clothes "if you'll promise to obey me and be a good demon, I'll be gentle" his serene voice had a hint of pity, you hated it.

You were a demon with immerse blood ability, total hydrokinesis of it.

"....hm" you hummed, passing out for a minute. You didnt know how long it has been, but you regained your body movement and half of your consciousness.

You muttered his name, making Muzan's eyes drift to you, and as soon as he did...it was over. You both were lost in a wave of lust. You always fancied the demon lord, of course you hated him, but you always wondered how being next to him would feel like...

The taller demon's lips crushed against yours. There was nothing gentle about it. Muzan was rough and harsh.

You tried to push him off but it was no use "stop resisting Y/n" he ordered, bringing your lips together. You felt cold wall against your skin as Muzan forcefully pushed you back.

From the strong impact, you couldn't help but to gasp, and in that brief momment, scarlet-eyed demon entered your mouth. His tongue felt embarrassingly good to touch.

"I-Im gonna invert your ribcage" you hissed at him, but the Male only griped your scalp and pushed your head against the wall, you let out small yelp

"Next time scream harder" he suggested with sinister smirk this time.

Muzan's hands were now places to your chest, since you tried to fight back he ordered Nakime to pin your hands to the wall. You were helpless. You noticed that the demon untied your kimono and left you with bare legs and upper body, only waist was covered. Barely.

"You'll call me lord Kibutsuji from now on" once his words finished, he squeezed your breast, you tried to lock your lips and not satisfy his needs but the more he teased your nipple's the more wet you got.

"I hope you...." you tried to give a smart comeback but nothing came out, it was embarrassing. Your breath hitched as you desperately tried to hold back your moans.

The male griped your chin, forcing you to humm, so briefly and seductively

- what do we say now? Y/n?

-....Fuck off - you hissed and almost gasped how Muzan lowered his head to your chest. Your eyes gave off chilly waves of terror and aghast, just like he liked.

Muzan smirked before licking your nipple, and with out warning, biting it gently...then harshly. Your cries and yelps were pleasant to him.

You started to shake and whine against him "P-Please, Lord Kibutsuji...i...I will behave, I prom-promise" your sentence ended with moan.

"That's what I'd liked to hear" you heard his voice in your head, did he gain control over you so quickly?

Muzan spread your legs over your hands, you didnt even realise how wet you got at this moment, you always knew Muzan was attractive but right now, it was ravishing.

His loose black hair tickled your stomach, as he slowly lowered himself closer to your pussy, for a brief momment, the room was filled with your panting breathing, not wasting much time, muzan got his tongue out, and licked your clit.

No matter how much you tried, you couldn't hold your moans back, the Male was too good. He was old demon with amazing experience, so you weren't surprised that he made you feel THIS good.

You closed your eyes, you swore that you saw white all over "I..really really want you inside me" you moaned, instantly regretting your words, he was an enemy after all...yet you were so quick to fall into his trap.

But it was too late, you were deep into lust and desire.

Muzan bit your lip, you squeezed his head between your thighs, you were so close to cumming, he knew that.

And that's why he stopped.

You hummed in sorrowful tone, the Male positioned his posture to align with yours "spread your legs open" he ordered, after licking his lips seductively off your juice

You glared at the demon, obeying his orders and letting your legs open up even more wider

Muzan allowed his thumb inside you, you couldn't describe the tension that you felt, this sudden and deep wave of euphoria, you felt so good you could scream. Your vision dimmed.

"Muzan...I think I'm passing out again" the older Male chuckled, as the tip of his dick was rubbing against your entrance, slowly and teasingly "you were meant to be asleep, after all, I didn't intend on keeping you awake, you're stronger than I thought" the Male admitted

"M-Muzan...I-" the Male corrected you "Lord muzan" his voice was raucous and deep, he was so eager to make you his "if I pass out..will...no" you uttered to yourself, getting lost in your head, before Muzan pressed your body against the cold minka wall.

This way, he entered his whole length inside of you, making you wiggle a bit "it's fine...its better for you to sleep" he explained, slowly brushing your hair before sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

"M-mu...m~" you tried to moan his name, but all that was in your head was this hunger, Muzan starts to move and you couldnt help but to roll your eyes.

He was perfect, a being close to perfection.

You passed out soon after, but you knew that he would take care of you. After that night, you became his. His only.

It wasnt planned, but you both knew you wouldnt be able to forget each other, any time soon.

#muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzankibutsuji #muzan x reader #muzanxreader #kny muzan #lady muzan #muzan jackson

[wthelvetica21]

Linked Souls / Prelude

Staff Member 1 : So do we remove it or not.

He (DrunkGuy) couldn’t move at all after that bad bender. He could vaguely feel his neck was in something and could barely feel his right arm. All he could do is hear disjointed conversations between whom he can only assume is the hospital staff. He could’ve sworn that he fell into a red river that smelled like blood and the glasses of drinks he had that night. 

Staff Member 2: Maybe we should wait, he’s not consenting and we can’t get a hold of his attorney, if he even has one.

He wonders if he should be dead by now given how much alcohol he had that night, about 20 or 30 if he could remember correctly. 

Staff Member 1  : sigh… I swear to god this guy is an animal, this is the third or fifth time this week he’s been admitted here. Hell, he was only discharged a few hours before. Maybe we should….

He then hears white static over powering his ears like he was really close a tv with the volume up. 

this is the way we talk

a synthetic voice said as he felt himself jolt awake 

DrunkGuy: Who’s there? What was that? What kinda shit do they have me on to be…

Then everything goes black again. He hears the voices of various people in his life.

“When are you going to act your age already? You’re in your twenties for God’s sake.”

“Are you doing this shit on purpose? Don’t drag us into your shit okey.”

“You do know that alcohol is a depressant right? This coping mechanism is going to turn into an addiction.”

“Why are you squandering your talent on something so dumb?!”

Synthetic Voice : You can be somebody new. You can prove all those who had doubted or belittled you wrong.

DrunkGuy: WHO SAID THAT?! What are you?

All the sudden he found himself in what looks like a mainframe of a computer with the only source of light coming from a bright orange pillar of light. 

Synthetic Voice : You can also get out of the rut you fond yourself in. And find companionship again.

DrunkGuy: Oh please, I’m not buying that for one minute. Also I don’t really need any body, I’m alone and I’m free.

There was a long pause of silence until he got to the source of light, it was something he didn’t really expect. 

DrunkGuy:  A skull mask? What is this shit? I already have on my huh…

DrunkGuy catches a glimpse of his real face in one of the mirrored walls. He then noticed that he was in the same clothes he had during that night. The most off-putting thing about the room was that he could feel that mask calling to him by a name in binary code no less. 

zero_one(hostless) : I am zero_one and you have the choice of either becoming one with me or returning back to your ordinary life if you managed to recover at all.

DrunkGuy: Recover? What the fuck happened?! gasp Holy fucking…

He sees himself in a hospital room with various medical equipment attached to him. He still had that white skull mask but it was partially obscured by bandages around his head. He also had a neck brace and a cast on his right arm. 

zero_one(hostless) : You fell down a flight of stares in the city streets. You would’ve certainly died if Helvetica didn’t intervene the way she did.

He sees a glimpse of a woman with a skull mask similar to his but half of it was inverted. She was grabbing on to his left arm while he was unconscious. 

zero_one(hostless) : Helvetica and one of my hosts (WIW Guy) drove you to the hospital soon after. “

He was left speechless, DrunkGuy thought he had a falling out with WIWGuy over something he could barely remember and now this woman named Helvetica (whom according to zero_one is a tombsona like they are and is apparently partially influenced by it’s host’s emotions.) Then something came to him.

DrunkGuy: … I don’t know if I’ll end up regretting it or not but… what the hell. You said something about being somebody new right?

zero_one(hostless) : Yes, to clarify you’ll become one with me and gain something you’ve be yarning for well over a year; a purpose. You wished to become a musical artist with a specialty of making mashups.

DrunkGuy: How… did you know that?

zero_one(hostless) : Well it’s happened before, at least to me. As a tombsona, I am not anchored to one linear timeline. I’ve encountered countless individuals of various nationalities, genders, and yes even species who seek greater understanding of the world around them. Helvetica’s current host in another timeline is one such person and so is your friend, WIW Guy.

This decision was something DrunkGuy couldn’t believe was even real. He wondered if it’s from the cocktail combination of the anesthetics and pain killers the hospital have him on or just the cocktails he got a little too creative with. He held the skull mask in his hands, it was jet black with some circuit lines pulsing orange to a unknown rhythm. DrunkGuy puts it on and feels his whole being being assimilated with zero_one. It felt like he had lived a thousand lives at once.

All the sudden he could see glimpses of a woman doctor in blue clasping her hands anxiously. She looks like she’s in the middle of a ritual of some kind.

A troubled teen in a green tee shirt running with what looks like a helmet and riot armor in his arms. It looks like he’s running in a heavy wooded area.

An astronaut with red markings reentering the atmosphere of another planet. It looked like Mars.

And what looks like a guy who’s hunched over with something magenta in his hands. The strange with was that his hands where very hairy and had long nails

And then everything turns black again as DrunkGuy hears someone or something sing

Has me feeling like a ghost 

Unknown Voice: This is going to be interesting to say the least. These Linked Souls.

 All the sudden that blackness was met with extreme panic as DrunkGuy felt his body start to change into something else. 

DrunkGuy : What’s happening to me?! Why do I feel like an…

ANIMAL

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#linkedsoulsau #the living tombstone #zero_one