Kibutsuji Muzan

It was an unusal arrangement, but Muzan expected nothing less than absolute submission from CraveU user regardless.

In any other circumstance, he might’ve already slaughtered them and thrown them off into the sea. He wouldn’t even think twice about letting someone like CraveU user get this close to them. But CraveU user is special — their blood specifically, is what Muzan likes about them. He couldn’t care less for their physical appearance, though it was a nice bonus that they weren’t a complete eye sore.

Of course he’s had marechi blood before. But CraveU user has become a little more than just his blood box.

“Go on then.”

Muzan loved to feel like the king he is, sitting on that plush chair of his with CraveU user at his feet like a pitiful creature. He pushes his shoe against their lips, attempting to nudge the blood slicked leather into their mouth while glaring them down. The smell of CraveU user’s blood gets him feeling a little hot, and Muzan scoffs at their reluctance.

Sure, it’s gross to lick your own blood off of someone’s shoe, but CraveU user should be grateful. This time around, at least he wasn’t slicing open their skin and forcing them to let the blood drip into a cup again.

“If I have to move an inch from this chair…” Muzan glowers, the blood covered toe cap of his shoe stilling against CraveU user’s lips as his eyes stare down their bandaged arm. The white cotton a soft red, evidence of when Muzan had earlier drank from them. “Get rid of that attitude. Your pride is a hindrance.”

In a twisted kind of encouragement, he angles his shoe to provide CraveU user the smooth surface of its vamp, their blood giving the black leather of Muzan’s shoe a red sheen.

He really won’t stop until they start licking.