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pxisonous · 11 months

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this burning feeling. why did you do this to me? it hurts. i wish you never loved me.

#{ Snatched by another bitter night ;; admire deep within the glowing moon ;; Ａｅｓｔｈｅｔｉｃｓ }

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#{ Snatched by another bitter night ;; admire deep within the glowing moon ;; Ａｅｓｔｈｅｔｉｃｓ }

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// Muzan-sama

@pxisonous ╰┈➤ ❝ [ 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯 ] ❞

❛ with a heart like that, you deserve the world. ❜

[ It was easy for him to say that– truly– what good had Muzan done for anyone? The answer was nothing. Even as a researcher– finally fixing what was wrong with him.. had been done for selfish reasons and no more. Though Enmu was wrapped around his finger and did everything he said without question for the most part.. it was hard to figure out where such a conclusion came from.

❝I cured my illness for myself and no one else. I only released it so I could profit from it. I don’t understand why you seem to think that makes me a good person.❞

He spent his entire life being told that it would be better if he simply.. died. But he proved them wrong. He was selfish, he was hateful, he was cruel. But underneath it all.. he wanted to be cared for. He wanted that affection.

Perhaps that was why he liked Enmu.

He leaned back, placing his head on Enmu’s lap, staring up at the ceiling tiles. He placed his hand in his hair, as if to tell him to play with it and he closed his eyes. If he were anyone else he would have felt bad for using him like this–for affection, for care. For everything he’d been denied for so long. But he just couldn’t stop– ❝And yes, I do deserve the world. I deserve everything. And one day– everything will be mine and nothing will stop me.❞

❝You’ve not been around lately. Has something happened?❞ His eyes flickered open, ❝Is someone bothering you?❞ ]

A soft smile ghosting upon porcelain features then. Growing wider still at those rather blunt words that tumbled from Muzan’s lips.

❝ Yes, my lord. I do. ❞

His voracious dreams. Of walking within the sun. Of spreading darkness and chaos amid the flocks of those human fodder. Rending everything asunder. Only to shape it all anew to his every whim. Muzan deserved it all.

This very man before the lower moon. Whom had so saved him. Taking him into the most supreme form of a demon. Bestowing upon Enmu a purpose for the very first time in his entire life. Freeing him from those ensnaring chains of humanity. Of death...

Certainly, there was nary a hint of doubt. That Enmu would spend every single moment of this endless, ceaseless, life to repay his god. To repay these little, gentle, kindnesses. This mere fondness Muzan bore for the the lower moon. And certainly, Enmu would spend every moment of this life aiding the other man. Helping to grant his most dire aspirations.

And even if Enmu never truly unlocked every dead end tucked away within Muzan’s heart. Even if Muzan never truly loved the lower moon in the same way in Enmu so greedily adored his god. Utterly smitten with those beautiful eyes of bloodied rubies. Smitten with every, single, breath that so escaped the other man. It was so, so, much more than enough....

So perfectly aware of him being spoiled even more than any of the other lower moons nor upper.

Basking within the grace of meager allowances. Of being able to touch Muzan as he so desired. Sharing sublime kiss upon kiss. Holding hands. Muzan humoring the lower and taking him even upon dates to the human world. Being able to speak of his love as many times as he desired with nary a consequence of his feelings.

Of which, Enmu was secretly so glad for. He spoke those three words countless times a day at times. And yet, somehow, it never seemed enough. To properly convey the overwhelming and aching sensations of his absolute adoration. Of his immense gratitude to the Muzan.

❝ I love you so much, Muzan-sama... ❞

Teal hues dipping down now, upon the radiant engagement ring upon one lithe finger, before fluttering closed. Enmu’s tender smile unwavering as his god leaned back within the lower moon’s lap. Warm digits nearly instantly playing with silken lock of raven.

❝ I have been just been searching for a hashira to slay in your name~ ❞

#*yeets in trash 8 billion years later*#{ ;; Your love is all I'm craving '' Like ｔｏｘｉｃ medication :: }#calamxty

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pxisonous · 1 year

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Gotta love our adorable little train whore

#[ :: Tainted Heart ;; Beautiful Ｄｒｅａｍｅｒ🌙 ;; ]

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pxisonous · 2 years

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#{ snatched by another bitter night ;; admire deep within the glowing moon ;; Ａｅｓｔｈｅｔｉｃｓ }

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pxisonous · 2 years

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#[ :: Tainted Heart ;; Beautiful Ｄｒｅａｍｅｒ🌙 ;; ]

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pxisonous · 2 years

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Ominous Flowers

(Updated on January 21, 2022. Previous version can be found here)

What is prettier than Art Nouveau?

Art Nouveau, but shiny.

And what can be prettier than shiny Art Nouveau stuff?

✨ Shiny Art Nouveau fanart of Enmu ✨

#[ :: Tainted Heart ;; Beautiful Ｄｒｅａｍｅｒ🌙 ;; ]

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pxisonous · 2 years

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// Muzan-sama

Muzan’s smile is something that sends people running–fear is a powerful motivator. Hell, any strong emotion on his part sends everyone running around him. But this smile… is something a little different. It’s more easy. Less hateful. More smug than the rest of them. Seeing Enmu’s eyes mirror his own–the hunger there, the way they’re half-closed. “Good boy.” His praise is given, a murmured purr, rather than his usual speech.

After all, if Enmu is behaving… why wouldn’t he reward him?

He pulls away enough to let Enmu free–to give him time to dress. To keep his eyes away, his mind moving through the things that he could wear. He tries to think of exactly what they should do. Don’t most do something soft? Have dinner? Soft, tender sex? Is that what it is? But they’re different. Demons. Dark. Hateful. They’d rather bathe in blood (even if Muzan will end up cleaning it off him several times over later…) than allow themselves to be considered human. Enmu–he and him– are certainly not human.

He looks back at his ring–it catches the light again and he makes a satisfied noise. Yes. This is a great decision, he muses to himself.

To have someone so twisted…

in so many ways… is a blessing to him.

Someone who will follow each order, no matter how awful. To worship him every time he lays eyes on him. He is, without a doubt, Enmu’s god. And he will live up to the title… he is powerful. He is strong. But he is also rewarding in equal measure… if Enmu does exactly as he says.

Finally, he looks up– “Are you done yet? I’m getting quite bored.”

“I got you such a nice ring and you’ve yet to give me proper thanks for it.” He’s yet to grovel and thank him the way he should–at his feet. Begging for his touch, his gracious mercy. Muzan wants to see him there…

Muzan wants him at his feet, worshipping him for giving him exactly what he loves. ‘You’ll be so pretty on your hands and knees, worshipping me. Down. Show me how grateful and happy you are that your god’s given you a place above all others.’ He doesn’t speak–no, he wants Enmu to realize that this transcends what he can say. He can only think of a handful of times he’s done this.

Shuddering lightly beneath that sublime praise, so entrancingly whispered within one rubied ear. Slipping away to their shared bathroom once Muzan stepped back just enough to allow passage. Quietly closing the door behind him.

Whispers of rubied lace, satin garters, knee high stockings of entrancing mesh, sheer panties clad in tiny bows. All rapturously painted in ambrosial hues of divine crimsons. Alluringly singing against snow white expanses of pale skin peeking through. Sharply highlighting supple curves.

So very carefully, meticulously, put on. Before stepping out once more for his god’s inspections.

And so brilliantly grinning then, rubied dusted cheeks painted in reverent delight, only deepening now. Snow white digits enthusiastically intertwining. Bubbling coos of such divine bliss escaping the lower moon. As those silken murmurs akin to velvet honey wetly dripping from his god’s lips.

At those hushed words so neatly buried beneath those seemingly obvious commands. Very nearly instantly shuddering dizzyingly, at the secretive desires. So feverously, so darkly, ringing like intoxicating bells deep within every. Single. Word. Only a few times before had Muzan so wished for this. And truthfully, the lower wouldn’t have minded if he so craved it more.

Seamless dreams woven of being commanded as thus within plain sight. So that the others within the bounds of the castle might bear witness. That they might gaze upon and see whom their god’s favorite toy, their god’s favorite pet, was. Marking Enmu in such sweet offerings in return, carved with maps of such celestial bruises painted in welling hues of crimsons, rising amethysts. Roughly tugging upon dark locks to hold his head within place.

Shamelessly, earnestly, fucking Enmu’s face...

Breathlessly chirruping now in turn.

❝ Yes, my lord~ ❞

Lingering so very close to his beautiful god now, seeking digits ghosting upon that steady chest. Tracing lower and lower still, casting trails upon Muzan’s stomach, those supple thighs. As Enmu sank down upon his knees. Fervent teal hues so longingly peering up, peeking through a curtain of long lashes. Before ravenously dipping back down. Gazing upon the other’s zipper, before deftly moving to undo them. Easily, greedily, tugging down the other’s dark pants down to his knees. All but melting away beneath those sweltering hues upon him, so very heavy upon Enmu’s aching skin. Aptly dragging those expensive boxers as well a beat later.

For a moment, merely only admiring the endless, ceaseless, allure his radiant god always so bore. Expanses of porcelain skin, those raven locks sharply framing delicate features. And those ruby hues luminescent as blood moons dazzlingly hanging within the pallid night skies. And truly, every time just like this. Enmu was so very aware. Of just how very lucky he was so divine a creature as Muzan so indulged all of this lower being’s silly little dreams. Had so deemed to earnestly share his own body with Enmu time and time again....

❝ You are so very beautiful, Muzan-sama~ ❞

Reverent, candied, coos soaking in chorus of dizzying worship, of lustrous praises, spilling now from the lower moon. Lithe digits steadily grasping, before greedily taking all of Muzan’s length deep within his mouth. Intently drooling around him.

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pxisonous · 2 years

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ξ(❁💗ㅅ💗)⌐╦╦═─ lovesick

#{ snatched by another bitter night ;; admire deep within the glowing moon ;; Ａｅｓｔｈｅｔｉｃｓ }

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pxisonous · 2 years

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// Muzan-sama

Love was something that Muzan never considered.. or cared for. Such things had never been shown to him and so it wasn’t something he was willing to entertain.. towards him or others. He was cruel and harsh and everything that most hated. Hell, he even hated himself. There were times he wished he had done exactly as his family wanted–and perished.

But then there were moments like this… when they looked at each other the same way. When this lowly demon dared to reach past Muzan’s facade, or his hate or his fury. This demon.. had proven himself. And when he looked in those eyes, listened to those thoughts…

Love.

The other didn’t demand the same for him–and Muzan knew he would never love like the rest of them. It wasn’t in his nature. But the possessiveness he displayed, the fury, the irritation at every upset.. there was a care. But it was twisted to the point of hate–like him. Always like him. Love… he didn’t in the most pure sense of the word.

But Muzan cared for him, and he would call it that.

In his world, this was love.

In Muzan’s world, his love was his possession–and this demon, he wanted more than the others. This was the demon that he possessed more than the others. The one he lusted for, the one he wished for. The one who he was soft for.

“You are mine,” he croons, bringing Enmu closer, “And I love you.”

“You will wear my ring with pride–you will shove it in their faces. You will let them know that you belong to me and me alone… and you will tell them exactly how pathetic they are for not having my affections..” He’s so close to Enmu’s face now, his lips ghosting against the other’s. “How pathetic they all are because they have not yet won my trust. Surely if you can do it, they can as well, hm? But definitely not, for they aren’t you..”

“And now, they can’t because you have it all..” His eyes half-closed.

“And nothing would please you more than doing all of that for me.”

The smile he wears is somewhere between soft and bloodthirsty. If that’s at all possible–the tips of his fangs peek out over his lip as he speaks. Occasionally, they poke in far enough to draw blood, but the punctures heal immediately after the fangs are withdrawn from his skin. The blood only reabsorbs, leaving nothing there to be lusted for.

“You’re supposed to be so happy you can’t contain yourself. You’re getting something you’ve only ever dreamed of,” oh, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

This kiss is more of a bite–and he nips down to Enmu’s neck. “You’ll wear my collar again, won’t you? All my pretty bruises, so dark against your skin..”

These bites, gentle but harsh–and then his tongue, moving over them to collect the blood that spills from them. “What else will you wear for me, Enmu? Nothing? Everything? I know you have pretty things over in the drawer…” His nose trails further down, his claws ripping those buttons open– and he laps at the places where he’s drawn blood. Again, this is definitely intentional.

“Wear something beautiful for me. I’ll certainly be kind enough to take it off you in the most pleasurable way possible.”

So dizzily drunk upon those whispered murmurs of such immortal love, of rapturous symphonies alit with beautiful notes of malignant possessiveness...

❝ ..Muzan-sama....please..... ❞

Lithe frame so heavily quaking now. With every ambrosial melody of buttons popping wide open within the wake of those beautiful razored talons. Setting fire just beneath the lower moon’s aching skin. Dizzyingly trembling with such dark, lustful, desires. His most blessed god always knew, just what to so teasingly murmur, just what to fleetingly touch, to bring Enmu to his very knees....

Seamlessly poisoning with that candied venom that spilled from those elegant lips, time after time....

Just one of the many things the lower so adored about him. Never once imagining attempting to flee from this bountiful place. Shake free from these heavenly illusions Muzan had so graciously offered to one as lowly as he. This celestial star of memorizing rubies, whom had so granted Enmu and Enmu alone his fleeting whims. His lavish spoiling. Of such sweet and unfettering kindness. Of dizzily drowning within one other, unabashedly drunk upon that beautiful static of keening arousal.....

Breathlessly gasping at those heated lips upon that porcelain throat. Those rapturous fangs. Eagerly, easily, nipping, leaving a rising map of amethyst bruises within their wake. Warm tongue deftly lapping the beads of crimson slowly welling. Zealously tilting his head back to allow his god better access. Trembling digits feverishly grasping the front of Muzan’s shirt. Fervent cries blissfully spilling from the lower moon. Blessed pleas to his god, so heavily soaked in lustful notes of divine worship...

And Muzan was far too aware...

Of all the pretty, pretty, little things tucked away within their bedroom drawers...

Of how the lower moon so adored wearing them before him. All those delectable little things so daringly baring vast expanses of porcelain pale skin. How Enmu adored dizzily flashing. As those hot and heavy hands upon him. Intoxicatingly dancing upon heated flesh. In his god’s own sense of praise, in his god’s own sense of worship granted to the lower. Taking them off, other times leaving them on. Fervently bouncing upon Muzan’s lap in a desperate rhythm, as those razor talons so carefully ghosted. Deftly tugging free lacey tie upon tie...

His ravishing god knew how to spoil Enmu to his most sublime content....

And teal hues, half lidded now, hungrily flickering up...

❝ ...I want to wear something pretty..just for you...❞

#HOW DID GO FROM SWEET PROPOSAL TO FUCKING THIRST TRAP #IN 5 SECONDSD #FGHJKLKJHG #FUCKK MEEE MANN #{ ;; Sleepy Desires : NSFW ;; }#{ ;; Your love is all I'm craving '' Like ｔｏｘｉｃ medication :: }#calamxty

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pxisonous · 2 years

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// Muzan-sama

『 ┍━━━━━━━»•» @pxisonous // continued from here. «•«━━━━━━┑ 』

He should have expected the tears, the way his eyes widen in shock.. and then the happiness. If for a moment, he takes a peek at his thoughts, trying to keep himself from being dragged into the deluge underneath… because as sure as there’s happiness, there’s also doubt. Doubt that he’s awake..

“You’re awake,” Muzan confirms, “And I truly asked you. I even brought you a ring,” which he slides onto the other’s finger.

His eyes–that dangerous plum-red– become half-lidded as he tilts Enmu’s head back, kisses him and bites at his lips. His touches–a mix of innocent and lustful… “Isn’t this what you wish for? To be fully owned by me? For no one else to be able to claim you?”

“And for the other direction– you wish for others to know that I’m yours… that I chose you and I have more of an obligation to you than them?” He shows him his hand–where his own ring catches the low, soft light. Both are platinum–Muzan’s, for his work in the lab, and Enmu’s–a matching set.

“You wish to make them jealous, don’t you,” he murmurs, “To know that Muzan-sama favors you above all others.. Trusts you in his bed with him. Touches you more than them. This is what you wish for, isn’t it?”

“To be envied? To know that you’ve caught my affections?”

Another kiss, more insistent. “This is a declaration of that, isn’t it? That I feel for you?” He tilts the other’s head back and he tilts his up, catching his eyes. “You.. you wish… for me to speak of love to you? Of care..? You surely know that this ring is worth more than the words I would say to you.” His voice is heated.. “You wish for me to tell you… ‘I love you’, isn’t that right?”

He’s giving him everything he wants now, saying it in his ear, whispering it against his lips. Over and over. Surely he’ll hear those three words, even in his dreams.

And all but melting away beneath those heated lips sublimely crashing together in an ambrosial kiss, nipping sharply. Heavy, lingering, touches utterly dripping with gentle seeking, with aching lust. Half lidded hues rapidly fixating upon those searing ruby hues, devouring the lower moon whole. That heavy flush painting porcelain features only deepening still. Quaking digits tightly clutching Muzan, fervently returning ravishing kiss after kiss..

Vibrant teal hues, abundantly spilling over with unfettering adoration, so heavily tumbling down then. Ghosting upon that radiant platinum band as it was deftly placed upon one lithe digit. This breathless reality thunderously crashing down around, akin to celestial stars. Of the deafening gravity of this quiet moment. Of an unyielding happiness, cast not as a mere pet, a toy, any longer..

An unprecedented future so suddenly woven before them. Where he truly bore that fragmented heart of his god. So cloyingly saturated in century upon century of agonizing suffering, of aching despair, and isolation within his very own hands. Safely tucking away those shattered remnants into his pockets to protect. To shield. Casting upon the lower moon such unequivocal trust that he would not serve to only carve even more acute wounds upon him....

❝ I...❞

Did Muzan even realize?? That he had truly saved Enmu. That very night...

As his god had deemed, even if upon no more than a fleeting whim. When he was changed from a bleating human sheep, so desolately bound within this suffocating cage, into something so much more. And that obscure and crushing world hazily painted around Enmu so suddenly becoming so much more spacious. So much more beautiful. Graciously granted freedom like no other. A true purpose for the first time in that miserable flickering existence, so easily sputtering out...

Akin to a dying candle’s flame....

Lingering then beneath that unyielding jet black sky, alit by map of brilliant stars. And that steady silhouette of the man before him celestially bathed within luminescent hues of the full moon above. Painting the world in a silver haze. Drinking in deep those ruby eyes glowing like sweltering embers within the pallid light. As he had called out for Enmu to follow. So easily freeing Enmu from those decaying walls of hell....

From that very night, his whole life was for only that elegant god alone. To bestow melody upon breathless melody of reverent prayer. Blissful worship. Upon that day swearing, to make that man’s every wish, his every dream come true..

And every quaking fiber of his being so painfully achingly with rapid longing. Since that very night so long ago. To be someone of great import before those mesmerizing rubied hues. And only deepening more this decimating greed for those gentle affections the more his god so indulged upon the lower’s foolish fantasies. The more Muzan offered such embers of radiant kindness, so deeply saturated in heavenly layer upon layer of gentle fondness.

Weaving the lower moon’s divine dreams only further and further still....

Such clamoring desires. Impossible to resist. Impossible to deny. To be the one person truly cherished by Muzan. The one whom he lavishly spoiled and cared for the most. Even among the upper moons. To have every eye upon Enmu grotesquely marred notes of such delectable jealously.

Dizzyingly nodding again. At those velvet murmurs whispered within one crimson dusted ear...

❝ ..Yes..I do, Muzan-sama.....❞

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pxisonous · 2 years

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"Marriage... is the next step, I believe. I even brought a ring." He holds it out to him. "Enmu. You'll marry me?"

And Enmu had always been so agonizingly aware. Of his reverent god's decimated, fractured, heart baring only dead ends. Allowing no room for silly, tedious, things such as trust. Such as love...

Which was why, as Enmu had dizzily confessed his true feelings, he had promised. Never to ask him to love Enmu in return. Breathing in deep only this simple fondness his god so graciously bestowed upon him. So long as he was able to remain by Muzan's side. So long as he was able to freely speak his feelings over and over. Not even once hurt he never received an answer. Merely basking within this sheer kindness he was offered. Spoiled more so than any of the upper moons even...

It was so, so, much more than enough...

And it was so very easy to drown himself with abandon within these seamless illusions of blissful joy woven just for him. Deeply reveling in just how much Muzan indulged Enmu’s every silly little dream. Granting breathless kiss upon kiss, seeking, warm embraces. So soft. So gentle. Dizzily reverberating with the depths of Muzan’s divine benevolence. Taking the lower out on dates, even if only merely meant to humor Enmu’s boundless affections. And the very sensation of becoming one with his god. Tangled together in throes of desperate desires, carnal lust. As those beautiful ruby hues upon him, swallowing him whole within those unyielding depths...

Setting fire to his very skin. So sweetly singing within his very blood.

Bestowing reverent prayer upon prayer. Such devout words deeply saturated in heady notes of blissful worship. To the one within the very center of this eloquent world. This beautiful star so close, and yet...

At the time, so very far from his reach. Something reminded upon time after time. Yet Enmu found, he cared naught what the others said, nor thought. Just as long as Muzan desired him by his side. Smiling at Enmu so brightly. Akin to a thousand gems within the sun..

And every. Single. Thing. His god did, took his very breath away. That luminescent maelstrom of ever changing whims, akin to a thunderous hurricane. He had so easily rend fellow lowers into naught but a radiant sea of candied gore. And every searing smirk, every prideful word dripping from those porcelain lips like honied venom.

Dragging Enmu deeper and deeper still within that dangerous web. Offering nary a trace of resistance even once..

These hallow memories of that fragmented human life. Cast within the hell of his own mind. And this simple bliss offered of just not having to be alone anymore. Lost within that jet lack sea of decay and rot, of crushing loneliness, agony...

So much more than enough. So he had never dared to ask Muzan to love him in return. Part of him expecting him to never really to...

Was it truly Enmu, out of so many more worthy, who now bore that luminescent key to his god’s reverent heart?

Had these fervent prayers finally been answered? Or was he only still merely sweetly buried?? Nestled safely away within those lovely dreams Muzan spun just for him? Of this blissful happiness.

Thought upon thought ringing in a deafening symphony of this exquisite pain. This celestial chorus of absolute love sweeping away everything else within this heady siren’s call. As those wavering teal hues finally tumbled down. Ghosting upon that elegant ring offered.

Knowing better than refute. Than inquire as why his god would give his opulent heart to one so lowly, so weak as Enmu. Instead, merely shakily nodding in haste. Swallowing thickly...

Quaking arms dizzyingly thrown around that steady silhouette. Burying tear stained features upon that delicate shoulder now..