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I don’t regret anything

Happy Late birthday to Shinobu (ﾉ^^)ﾉ

He looks so good with a wolf cut!! ( •͈૦•͈ )( •͈૦•͈ ) also his eyes look super pretty ( ≧▽≦)

Giyū but with a wolf cut :]

Some Obanai Fanart :)

Request from @rion-isnot-an-ai :)

also I’m not taking anymore requests at the moment, I gotta do some gift art stuff :DD However I’ll post about it if they become Available:)

reference pose from data_CQ on x/twitter

WIP :))

haven’t gotten too much done for this since I’ve got a ton of homework and he’s just hard to draw :’) so I might end up finishing this in December or at latest January :)

also do still have the Toh art planned reference and everything just haven’t gotten to it yet. Might get to in in December tho :D

Mitsuri :)

Been drawing KNY fanart more I PROMISE I still have more TOH art planned just haven’t gotten to it yet :’D

!!TW/CW GORE!!

love and hate drawing this man (*TーT)b (reference from @ bengoetxearobert on Pinterest) Also if anyone knows if gore is a cw or a tw please do tell me idk so I just put both :’)

When their a human protagonist with a scar on the left side of their face and have a cute demon sibling>>>

they do a bit of cosplay B)

Malik misses his Daddy Muzan. Now that Demon Slayer is finally finish. 😭😭

Happy Mother's Day to All!

i love rereading/rewatching my favorite series whenever i don't know what to do with my time because i'm always guaranteed an amazing time! it's like visiting your home after being gone for a long time. i already know that i love the series and what happens in the story, but revisiting the small details is so much fun! it's always so comforting <3

i love the headcanon that giyuu is a big brother to the kamado siblings. he was the first to believe in tanjirou and have faith in nezuko. he even went as far as to put his life on the line if nezuko ever ate a human. i just love the idea of giyuu taking care of the kamado's as if they were siblings. it makes me happy that they found each other and stayed connected for the rest of their lives, as if they really were siblings <3

sometimes i love a piece of media so much i just want to take it and keep it inside my soul for the rest of my life. i want to share it with everyone i love...i want to carry it forever...i love media so much.

i’m a sucker for any type of training/festival/games arc. it may not always be the “coolest” part of the series but i love watching the characters interact with one another and face new challenges in order to grow. it’s so much fun to me.

to discover new stories and fall in love with them is a gift. to consume media in such a deep way is my favorite. new perspectives, new feelings, just a unique way to explore the world. i love characters. i love stories. i love friendships, romance, found family. i love it all.

demon slayer s4 ep8

this episode was absolutely incredible i just had to come and write about it. the entire season, in my opinion, has been so well done. hashira training arc has always been a favorite of mine and seeing it brought to life has been amazing!

episode 8 was the icing on the cake to an amazing season. one of my favorite things about kny is how it discusses humanity and mortality. this final ep did such a great job at showing the power of human emotions.

kagaya stands amongst the many demon slayer corp members who have passed while he speaks to muzan about the concept of eternity. as we all know, humans don't live forever and this is very prominent in demon slayer. however, kagaya understands how powerful feelings can be. although many people will die, their dreams and hopes will continue. kagaya does not fear death because he understands his goal will live through the hashira.

this LINE is one of my favorites ever. for as long as muzan has existed, not one person has forgiven him for what he has done. the anger and grief that people have felt live forever. muzan believes humans are disgusting, inferior creatures but at this moment, kagaya shows that humans are something to be feared. muzan can never understand the lifelong anger humans are capable of. not one person will ever forget what muzan has done, they will never forgive him, they will never show him kindness. humans have used their anger & hatred to dedicate themselves to ending muzan. muzan will never understand this concept. all of these lanterns represent the lives muzan has ruined, falling down all around him while he stands unbothered. there are HUNDREDS of lanterns that float around muzan, so many lives that he has ruined, yet he does not care. but that doesn't matter, because the power of feelings are greater than muzan's indifference. THE POWER OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT IS GREATER THAN MUZAN.

the art in this scene was insane. the tiger and the dragon morphing into the hashira was done so well. for so long, kagaya has waited for this moment to take down muzan and we see in this scene how the goals and feelings of the hashira have formed into a beast of its own. despite muzan living for so long, he can never comprehend the power of human emotions. as i said before, human emotions have the ability to transcend time. humans affect one another; they understand their lives are short, yet live to pursue their own goals no matter what. this is what muzan does not understand.

this scene was so well done i can't get enough of it. this was such a great episode and is definitely my favorite one so far! the manga was already amazing and then ufotable was able to animate it into this insane piece of media i can't get over it!!

overall 10/10 scene. 10/10 episode. i love demon slayer.

A beautiful fall day

Rengoku Kyojuro

Kyojuro Rengoku. Because why not

Half Blood | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, TW! YN does get assaulted, mentions of blood, drinking blood, gore, how many times do I mention claws? Oral fem!receiving, fingering, kissing, breeding kink, virgin sex, creampie, and overstimulation.

Word Count: 4.9k

a/n: guys this started off as a quick break from a Sanemi fic I'm working on (keep in mind I think short fics are no longer than 3k) and here I am... with a way longer fic than I intended and something I actually want to expand on in the future. It was a lot of fun to write this so I hope you enjoy it <3

“You,” His pink irises are illuminated by the moon high in the night sky. The blood within your body cools as you stare back at the man who stored your fate. His inky black hair flows down his shoulder in waves. A deep blue yukata loosely hung on his frame. “I’ve been watching you.” Muzan growls, edging ever closer to where you stood. His pointed canines glinted in the light, his nails sharp and ready to claw at your jugular. The demon king rolls his tongue along the tips of his teeth, studying you carefully. Was he deciding whether or not to feast upon your flesh?

He had never seen such a creature as yourself. Your skin was glowing, soft, and supple. The lavender color yukata covered most of your body, a delicate pattern of white flowers spanning the kosode fabric. Your obi was white with purple vines flowing around it. You wear simple white tabies paired with purple strapped zori. Elegance and grace radiated from you. He could smell the wisteria perfume in your hair. 

It was strange, you were a confrontation to the world he wanted to live in – yet something he could not tear his eyes away from. Here you were, standing in front of him without fear. He rather thought it would be better fun if you were afraid, he did so enjoy the chase. Though, there was – of course – a reason you relented in running away from him. Your eyes were stormy, eclipsed by thousands of emotions. That’s when a different smell, that had not yet hit him, tickled his nose. Blood, and not just any blood. You had the blood of a demon in you. Your stern, furrowed brows, with the revolting smell of wisteria burning his nose. You confused him. “What are you?” He purs out, not sure if what would come out of your mouth would be a lie or truth. He could always figure it out for himself one way or another. 

Your lip ticks, a show of annoyance you’d yet to master. The man in front of you knew, he could smell it, of that you were sure. Yet, he dared ask. What are you? You’d been told many times what you were. An abomination. A curse. A monster. “Are you not the demon king?” You spit back, growing angry. Would the other half of you reject your existence as well? You had hoped at least the demons would have the scarce bit of comradery running through their systems. Muzan’s brows lift, then knit together. Did he need to answer you? After all, he could easily swipe at your neck to kill you for being so insolent. The eager need to hear what you had to say captivated him though. 

When the man does not answer you tut, crossing your arms over your chest. “Here I thought the mighty demon king would be able to tell me apart from the rest.” You shake your head, laughing stiffly into the night. In a flash Muzan has you pinned to the trunk of a tree. Splinters etch toward your face from the very force of his hand. His muscular body cages you in and it takes you a moment to realize how your body aches to be near him. 

“I can smell you,” He mutters, squinting his beautiful eyes like he couldn’t quite distinguish what he was looking at. “You assault my senses, it’s driving me mad. There’s something different about you.” Muzan had first observed you walking in your village one evening, the way people sneered and cowered at your presence intrigued him. He found himself looking for you every night, wondering what your story was. These villagers were shunning you. He wished to know why such a pretty thing as yourself would be outcasted in her own village. “You smell like me, yet you are not. So I ask you again, what are you?” His voice is low, edging on the precipice of anger. 

You do not yield in holding his gaze. “I am you, yet I am not. Born of the sun and moon. A half-blood.” 20 years ago your mother found herself in the entertainment district, serving the pleasures of others. A man came to visit her on multiple occasions. Eventually, the two ran away together. Sharing in love and secrets. Your mother was a demon and your father a local carpenter. How you were able to be conceived was a mystery, even to them. They lived in peace, until one night. The villagers had finally seen through your father’s lies, storming their house. They slaughtered both of them and assuming you were a child taken captive, they whisked you away to a widowed mother. As you grew it was obvious where your origins lay, yet no one in the village dared to lay a hand on you. 

Muzan lets his gaze drop to where your heart pulsed, bouncing the skin of your jugular. “You are human and demon?” Something pulled tight in his chest. Could you walk in the sun? Did you regenerate? Were you the answer to his plight? “You are radiant.” He cannot stop the words from falling past his lips. Your eyes light up with recognition, acceptance, and for a moment your past falls away. He had the ever-growing urge to sweep you away. Your very existence was tantalizing to him in the least. He tilts his head, wrinkling his nose at the obscure way you smelt. 

Your eyes settle on the way he reacts to you, wondering if he’ll take you away someplace. Some place away from these villagers who had slaughtered your parents who just wanted to live in harmony. They did not deserve to die and you did not want to live one more second with their murderers. Muzan wanted to take you, but he couldn’t. Not yet. You were so fragile. If he were to touch you he would fear you would break on the spot. “Are you going to take me away from this place?” You whisper, hopeful tones floating to Muzan. He swallows something deep and thick. 

Muzan backs away from you, eyes tensing. “No.” He replies softly. He could not take you into his den, the other demons were too stupid to realize how precious you were. You would be dead within seconds. The line between your brows hardens again as his words hit you. 

“No? Why not? Am I not good enough for you?” Your voice is rising. You sound like a whining child who hasn’t gotten their way. Muzan winces at the obvious pain seeping into your voice. You were nothing like he’d ever seen before. Something beautiful, a miracle in his eyes. Therefore, he did not answer you. He simply faded back into the shadows. With his disappearance, your hopes and dreams faded as well.

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The next time you see Muzan is two years later. His hair is shorter than you last saw it, the curls kissing the nape of his neck. This neat look couldn’t contain the loose curls that framed his face. A starched white collar shirt was tucked into an ornate waistcoat. He looked utterly different, yet he was your Muzan. He had the same eyes, the same far-off look, and on top of that, you could practically taste his scent. It was overwhelming, crushing even, but in a way, you enjoyed the rush. 

It was also a fact that you had escaped your village after one of the men tried to see how strong a half-blood was. He told you he was turned on by how revolting you were and he would take you as his wife in duty only. Until then you had never seriously thought about killing a human. The realization was both terrifying and freeing. So you fled to the entertainment district, living off of what you could at the Kyogoku House. There were so many smells here. Food, humans, sex, and demons. 

You worked under a beautiful oiran, and you could tell… she wasn’t human. Part of you wanted to become friends with her, but if she hadn’t reached out for the sake of commonality, you didn’t think there was a chance of any other relationship than servant. 

Muzan’s brows furrowed. He had come to visit Daki and yet your scent prosecuted his brain. Ever since he left you in the forest that day he had been thinking of a way to retrieve you. You were too precious to let out of his sight again. This time he would secure you. He could feel his blood boil at the thought of you living in the Ukiyo. Kyogoku House was well protected, but anywhere without him wasn’t safe for you. Were you being used by men far beneath you? Muzan had never felt such rage toward the thought of men touching a woman. He often indulged in watching, humans were ever so entertaining – but you weren’t human. You were one of his and he swallowed harshly at the fact that you weren’t only his. 

He brushes past some of the lower-ranking courtesans, his eye twitching at their giggles. You watch from afar, the familiarity of his back etching a cold ache into your heart. He would leave again, of that you were sure. You hug the fresh sheets to your chest, making your way to the linen closet down the hall. “Ah, YN, I’ve been looking for you.” The Okaasan Omitsu stands before you. She has a cunning sneer behind the kind smile she wears. 

You bow, storing the sheets away before turning your full attention to her. “Yes Okaasan?” You can smell the evil intent behind this woman, it makes your stomach sink. 

“You wouldn’t mind doing me a favor would you?” She uses the word favor like you’d have a choice. She is the Okaasan after all. It’s like she thinks you’re some stupid girl that will follow whatever she says. Using the word favor is a manipulation tactic and if you were a naive girl, you would be eating out of the palm of her hand. 

You tilt your head to the left, plastering a fake smile of your own onto your lips. You knew anything out of your mouth except ‘yes Okaasan’ would make things harder for yourself. So with all your better judgment pushed aside, you say exactly that. 

Her eyes gleam. “Thank you, my dear. If you will kindly follow me.” She walks back up the hall, toward one of the private Ozashiki rooms. You glance around, nerves settling into your bones. You couldn’t be headed into one of these rooms, you weren’t even a kamuro. You were just an older shinzō. 

She stops in front of the panel, a cruel smile lifting the corners of her mouth. No, please, not this. “You are very blessed my dear, one of our chūsan is interested in you.” She slides the door aside and sitting against a wall smoking a pipe is a middle-aged man. Cushions are scattered around the floor and a twisted smirk plays with his mouth when he sees you. Okaasan bows then slides the door shut behind you. 

The room was stifling, the smoke choking out any of the senses you had. It was dizzying. “Mmm, you’re a lot older than I thought.” The man sneers, setting his pipe down. The fog of opium seemingly wraps around your throat, making it hard to breathe. “But you’ll do.” He laughs, patting the cushion next to him. “Why don’t you come a little closer?” He offers. Your body tenses. You were in danger, of that you were sure. You were not willing to give your virginity up to such a man but if you denied him the right to your own body, there would be outrage. You swallow, tentatively kneeling on the cushion next to him. 

He leans over you, sniffing the area around your shoulder. You stiffen. “You smell so good, better than all those flora bitches.” He growls. “I like your natural…musk.” Oh Gods did this man – who probably has a wife and children – just compliment how you smell when you’ve been working all day? “What do you like about me?” What a loaded question. 

You smile, one that shuts your eyes – if he saw the look in your eyes he’d be sure to know you were lying when you said, “I appreciate your generosity.” You bow your head and the man laughs heartily. 

His tongue darts out to coat his lips. “I can be more generous if you’d like?” He moves himself closer to you. “I was blessed with wealth, good looks, and a tool to make women scream.” Please let the tool be an ice pick so you can lobotomize yourself. “Whad’ya say, darling?” He coos, going in for what appears to be a kiss even though you hadn’t been given the time to answer him. 

You grimace away from his advance, shoving at his chest. The eerie playful tone in the room suddenly seems to vacuum out. The fog is still thick from the burning opium, but you don’t miss the way the man before you lunges for you. He’s panting above you with a charming pointy sneer. “Ah ah ah, not so fast. You haven’t serviced me, whore.” He digs his nails into your shoulder, pinning you to the wooden floor. “Look at you, begging for my cock with your eyes, ooohh you want it that bad you slut?” He hisses, fumbling with the buckle of his Western-style pants. You squirm wildly under his grasp but it’s like he’s infused with superhuman strength. “I’m gonna fuck you and then, as your reward,” His face is next to yours now, eyes glowing an electric yellow, pupils in slits. “I’m going to kill you.” His hand is on your throat, crushing your windpipe. You choke on what little air you were able to breathe earlier. 

A demon, this man was a demon. One of your kind. No… he wasn’t. He was something else. He was driven by the carnal desire to fuck and kill. You were too weak to push him off, your internal forces constantly warring against each other. You had always presented as human, meek, malleable, and obedient. What you would give to have your demon side come forth, bite this fucker’s head off. You want to scream – but on account of his claws sinking into the back of your neck – if you even moved that would surely be the end of your life. 

He tears your yukata to shreds, ripping the soft skin of your stomach open as well. Your mouth opens the pressure of a scream pushing against his hand. Blood mixes with the tattered cloth, the cotton dying red.

Muzan pauses, Daki grumbling about some inferior human drama. His eyes search the room, this time Daki taking notice from her self-indulged rant. Where was that smell coming from? He stands, silencing Daki before she can start whining again. The potent smell of blood was swirling to the top floor, but not just…any blood. “YN,” He hisses, the annoyance, rage, and blood-boiling sensations he felt earlier returning tenfold. Why were you bleeding? This was fresh cut blood, not from the dues women endured every month. He needed to find you, or he feared the worst. “I need to go.” He barely says to the demon next to him. Her face morphs into one of anger, and before she can hurl anything at him, Muzan slips out of her room. Where were you? He follows the pungent scent, clambering down the stairs and rushing down the hall until he’s in front of a private room. He’s sweating, for once fear is humming in his ear. He shoves the door to the side, witnessing a demon hunched over your body. 

Your blood is pooling around you dying the wonderfully blue yukata you wore earlier a sickly brown color. The demon doesn’t have time to look up because Muzan is already crushing its head, slashing its throat to shreds of what it once was. 

The room is covered in blood but the demon is dead. Muzan slides to the floor, cradling you in his lap. “YN, no, no please don’t die.” You were his miracle. You were his hope. If anything could save his damned soul it would be you. His arms are trembling as your stomach bleeds out, the skin marred, and…God the smell of your blood was driving him mad. It was something he shouldn’t be thinking about as you bleed out under him. You needed to regenerate. He wasn’t sure if you could so maybe your demon just needed a little push?

With his free hand, Muzan tears the flesh from his arm, bringing it down to your mouth. His blood trickles onto your lips, sliding into your mouth. After a few silent beats, your eyes shoot open. Muzan has never felt such joy as this very moment. Your arms wrap around his, bringing it into your mouth. Muzan hisses at the way your tongue dances around his wound, lapping up the blood he shed for you. You’re panting, gasping for more. Your eyes glow as you drag your tongue up the muscle of his forearm. His blood flows through you like your own life force, strengthening your nerves, hardening your muscles. He has made you stronger. 

It sends a pinch of desire through Muzan. He hadn’t felt the heat of wanting to sink his cock into the warmth of a cunt in decades. You were mouthing at his arm, wounds healed on both ends, but now that you were moving the once whole yukata falls off your shoulders. Blood trails from your lips down your chest, between your breasts. Muzan was never one to fend off his desire to want. He took whatever he wanted, without a care. He wanted to take you without a care. Fuck you senseless into the floorboards, claw at you, feed on your blood while you fed on his. It was ecstasy just imagining driving his cock into your pretty tight pussy. 

“I should’ve never left you.” He whispers and it sends a rolling wave of want through you. You move to straddle his lap. 

“Then don’t leave me now.” You could both smell it, the heat and arousal in the air. “Take me, my Lord.” He smirks, holding onto your thighs. 

He hums, enjoying the way you’re bare in front of him. You were a sight to behold. “Mmm, such a smart girl.” A portal opens underneath him, the wooden floor sinking into an expanse of rooms, platforms, doors, lights, and endless corridors. The sheer speed whips your hair around your face until – it doesn’t. You’ve stopped in the middle of whatever this place was. “Welcome home,” Muzan’s pink eyes darken to a deep crimson as he sits up straighter, pressing himself into you. You moan in delight as his hands work their way up your hips, sitting you down on the stiff part of his lap. 

You tilt your head, peeking at him. “I’ve never liked pants,” you mumble, playing with the hem of his. He chuckles his smirk growing. 

“And why is that?” He inquires, moving his tongue to lick up the blood that has traveled toward your navel. You choke out a moan as he makes his way between your breasts. You can feel his teeth against your skin and it’s a wretched thought. “Aheh,” He swipes at the crest of your breast. 

“H-hard to get off.” Muzan hums against your skin in agreement, but he’s too preoccupied with the way you tremble with untapped pleasure. 

He wants to tear into your flesh, mark you as his, burn only his name onto your tongue. “Such an eager kitten,” He licks his lips, capturing the back of your neck in his hands. “You want me bare that badly?” All you can manage is a small nod as he gingerly moves you so that you’re laying down. Your hips are still lined up with his as he gazes at you. “I can promise you I have a similar urgency.” He grins, pulling the belt from his breeches with a smooth movement. He tosses it to the side, but doesn’t make any more movements to pull his pants down. Muzan notices your heated gaze pointed toward his hardened groin. 

Did you know nothing about the workings between a man and woman? His eyes trail down your body, stopping at the apex of your thighs. He wraps his arms around the bend of your knee, smirking when your eyes widen in surprise. He tugs you upwards, to where your legs are over his shoulders. Being this close to your glistening pink cunt made his groin stiffen even more, if that was possible. The smell of you was intoxicating. He couldn’t help himself. “What a fucking view.” He growls. 

Muzan buries his head between your thighs, latching his mouth onto your swelling clit. You gasp in pleasure, breaths turning into ragged moans as he plunges his tongue deeper into you. “O-oh my God, f’ck, ngh.” With the way his tongue his twisting and sucking inside of you, breathing seemed impossible. His claws dig into your outer thigh, scratching red trails to your knees. He devours every bit of you he can reach, crazed by the tangy sweetness of your arousal. Your walls were squeezing around his tongue, heat running through your body. 

Your own hands find your stiff nipples, rolling them around in your fingers. You couldn’t get enough, it was the same feeling you received from drinking his blood. Heat rolling around in your veins as his eyes take in your puffy cunt and how your eyes roll to the back of your head. He maneuvers one hand from under your knee to the one place that was being ignored on you – your entrance. It was like the gate to a shrine and he wanted to worship there for eternity. “Look at how fucking wet your cunt is.” His pointed nails shape into shorter rounder ones, he dare not damage this holy place. Then, without warning, he presses two fingers into you. A yelp echoes across the void of the infinity castle. “Ahhh, shit,” You huff, tensing from the sensation of your pussy being stretched. 

Muzan knew you were a virgin, he would be lying if the fact didn’t make him grow more feral to have you sit on his cock and take his seed deep within you. He wanted you. He wanted you. He wanted you. That was all he could think about while lapping up your wetness. 

The slick from your cunt was sucking his fingers in, a growl rumbling around your clit. This makes you scream out as a shockwave shoots through you. Your thighs are shaking and every once and a while – as Muzan still selfishly fingers you through your climax, sucking on your clit – your body will twitch. Heavy and heady moans fall from your lips, breaking into whines as you come down from your high. 

“You did such a good job my sweet,” Muzan lowers you gently back to the floor. Your neck is sore from being at an awkward angle for so long, but you would give anything to see the disheveled man before you with your arousal still on his lips. “That’s it. Prefect. You’re so perfect.” He mutters, licking his lips and watching you still play with your nipples. 

Though you feel like you’ve just ascended, you crave more. You want Muzan to breed you like his own personal slut. “M-more,” You gasp. “I feel so empty my Lord.” You huff, the edges of your voice bleeding to a whine. Muzan’s eyes widen. He hadn’t intended to fuck you just yet. Give you some time to grow accustomed to sexual things so it wasn’t rushed, but your eyes are pleading him to continue. He’s… nervous, which isn’t like the demon king. He’s so eager to please you. Make sure you’re comfortable. He wants to give you hell, heaven, and the earth. 

“You’re practically begging me.” He chuckles, unsure if you really knew what you were asking. There was no way that once Muzan slid into your heady cunt that he would not ravish you. There was no way to tell time in the infinity castle, so there was no way for him to know when to stop until he was satisfied. You squirm to get closer to him, spreading your legs wide for him. His gaze drops from yours to your center, whatever shred of humanity that was left in him suddenly flying away. “Such a filthy slut. You’re already hungry for more? You want me to fill you up? Then beg for it.” His eyes narrow into slits, the magma growing in his belly. 

Your body cools with a shiver of excitement, as you reach down in between your thighs. You purse your lips and then spread your labia apart. The cool air tickles the sticky wetness but you can tell it’s doing something for him. “Please, my King, I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think. I want you to take my virgin pussy and make it yours.” 

The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk. “As you wish my Queen.” He frees his cock and you have to take a moment to gulp at the sheer size of it. The head is leaking precum and bruised a red color from the lack of release. The shaft is a pale pink, a thick vein running down the underside. The muscles of his hips also catch your attention. They were unlike the drawings some of the courtesans had shown you. His were muscular, ready to thrust into you for hours. 

Muzan lines himself up at your entrance, this time with the head of his cock. The idea was thrilling, finally pushing into your pussy and breaking the barrier of your womanhood. He hisses as your slick coats him, making it easy enough to start entering you. Your face contorts with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Shhh, you can take it.” You want to wiggle away from him, the pain of his member stretching you out is enough to break you. “Ah ah ah, you’re not going anywhere pretty girl. Remember you asked for this.” Muzan leans over you seizing your mouth with his own. You share a leisurely kiss as he swallows your moans. 

He feels the head of his cock hit your hymen and with a wince he thrusts past it. He can feel the rush of silky blood around his cock, but he tries his best to divert your attention with heated kisses. You break free, a long drawn out moan gasping out of you. “Ahhh, oh my, hngh nngh yes!” 

Muzan nuzzles into your neck, the feeling of your walls clenching around him driving him practically insane. “Yeah? Tell me how good I am. Tell me how good I am at fucking you.” He hisses out, desperate for your compliments and approval. 

“Nnnggh, s’good, f’ckin’ me s’good.” You slur, drunk on how he guided a new path into you. You pant and writhe under him, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Not yet my love, I want you to watch.” He starts to move his hips and you wince in burning pleasure. “That’s it. You’re doing so good.” He grunts, snapping his hips back into you. The wet slap of skin hitting skin sends shivers down your back. 

You’re straining against the build up in your stomach, a pit of coils wanting to spring forth. “Mmm, harder.” You huff, reach out to grab the back of his neck. He shakes his head, a playful smirk on his swollen lips. 

“Use your manners.” He teases, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Please fuck me harder.” You mewl just as he starts to thrust into you with a quickened rhythm. Your breath is sucked away by the pure bliss aching from the friction. 

Muzan bites down on his lip, brushing a few curls that had come free from behind his ear. “You like it when I do that?” He quizzes, fucking you harder. You can only manage a nod.

Your voice has grown hoarse from moans breaking into screams and whines. You buck your hips along with his as you arch your back, tumbling over your peak. “F’ck, haa haa hnngh,” You squeeze his cock and release his neck, breathless from your second orgasm. 

“Cum all over my cock, fuck,” Muzan growls, the feeling of your slick cum coating his length. He was gliding into you with such ease. He would apologize to you later for this. He pounds into your sensitive cunt, overstimulating you as you cry out. He rams himself into you and stays deep within your pussy. Panting heavily Muzan finally crashes over his own wave of pleasure. Splurting his cum around the walls of your pussy. He doesn’t want to pull out – for one fact he wanted all of his cum to stay within you – and for another fact, you were all the salvation he needed. He could find redemption with you. He rolls you both onto your side, hiking your leg over his hip to make sure he can stay inside of you. 

This was it, you had driven him to the edge and he would make sure to never let anything else touch you. As he gazes upon your soft features drifting off to a satisfied slumber he feels what once was his heart ache. “We should get married.” He blurts out.

Fluttering Fluster| Demon Akaza

Synopsis: Akaza has taken an interest in you since you don't appear to be scared of him. You're actually kind of fond of him yourself. He doesn't know what to do around you since you always have something flirty or sarcastic to say. He's constantly flustered and he can't help himself after saving you from a demon attack.

Warning/contains: friendship, killing (a demon), kissing, hitting it from the back, yeanring, bratty YN, confused and flustered Akaza, mostly top Akaza, flirting, cuddles, mentions of fear of lonliness (me too), slight implication that Akaza has already killed Rengoku

Word count: 4.3k

a/n: I wrote this in a day. What does that say about the quality? Well, hehehe, I'm not sure :) My lil basketball needed some love, even though I wouldn't accept any donuts from him, it's FINE, everything is FINE. Guys I need sleep, my sleep schedule went out to get the milk...time to drink water right before bed as I watch Minecraft videos.

The darkness from the dense forest outside your house fills the cabin with a loud silence. You could almost hear your heart pumping blood through your body as you went about making dinner for yourself. Some steamed greens and grilled meat should make a hearty meal. You hum a tune to yourself, crouching in front of the small grill set up on the dirt part of your floor. The wood crackles and throbs with a deep glowing orange color. You move the meat around in the small pot hanging from a horizontal log supported by sitting snugly in the junctions of two other logs. The rabbit you had caught earlier would prove to go nicely with the vegetables from your garden. Your song continues as you stoke the fire under the pot and then sit on the side of the wooden platform where your heimorn would be rolled out soon enough. A glint of something passes by the window and for a moment your heart pounds assuming the worst before passing it off to be an animal. The village people had filled your head with tales of demons roaming these lands. As if demons would take an interest in a quick bite, though maybe they’d enjoy the soup you were making? You let out a breath and glance back at the meat, wondering how much longer you’d have to wait before eating. You flop back on the wooden floor and groan. Sometimes the most exhausting part of living all alone was the creaking seconds that made downtime nearly unbearable. Sometimes you wish someone would stumble across your home and spend some time with you. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the break from human society, but the spiders all talked about the same thing. Maybe one of those demons would come to tell you their stories of how they killed their last victims. 

“My, this meat smells almost as good as you do.” A voice notes. You furrow your brows and hoist yourself up to the sitting position. There in your doorway was a shadowed figure. Your eyes graze over the small illuminated parts of him, like the obvious muscles on his arms and legs. Even in the dim flickering light, you could make out how defined he was. His face was dark and you couldn’t make out much of his features, but that’s when you noticed the thick dark lines trailing his body like some wild tiger. Though, one thing was bothering you.

“I smell?” You tilt your head in a questioning manner. The head of what you were assuming was a man in front of you twitches slightly.

“What?” His voice is strained and you twiddle with your thumbs while observing your meat to make sure it wouldn’t burn while you had this conversation. 

“You said I smell.” You answer frankly, looking down at your pink yukata and pinching it with your fingers to take a sniff. 

“I-” You look up to see the man had turned away from you. He briskly turns back around and enters your home more. This causes his face to cast away the shadows and finally be observed by your eyes. The black lines continue the same pattern on his face with the exception of one long one from the top of his forehead down the bridge of his nose, but what takes you by surprise is that…his…hair…matches your yukata almost exactly. “Aren’t you afraid of me?” He grumbles, his face twisting in a way that makes you more interested in what trauma he’d obviously been through than him being…frightening? 

“No…?” You shrug and look at the rabbit cooking in the pot again, it appeared almost ready to be taken off the heat and set aside to simmer in the broth. 

“No one could hear you scream out here.” He suddenly says. You furrow your brows and look up at him through your lashes. 

“Yeah. I know.” His face looks dumbfounded as you continue to pay no mind to him. Your meal was more important than your life at the moment. 

“So you don’t care if I make you scream?” The man’s words were more curious than threatening. Maybe this was his first time talking to a lady? Did he not get out much? Poor thing. It’s best if you prepare him for how ladies are sure to act around his beautiful face. 

“Oh no, I’d really appreciate it if you made me scream.” Your lips curl up into a smile and the man in front of you takes a step back. 

“Somehow I feel like we’re not talking about the same thing…” He frowns and your smile only grows. You carefully use another piece of wood to unhook the pot from the fire and set it gently off to the side in the dirt. 

“We could be. Why don’t you tell me your name?” You offer, standing from your position. The man is a little shorter than you and you bite back a giggle at that surprising fact. He narrows his eyes at you but then lets out a loud sigh. This was fun. You should socialize more often. 

“Akaza.” He mumbles. You smile at the sound of his name ringing through your head. It was like the sound of a beating heart. 

“A-ka-za.” You hit each syllable in awe of how a name could be so fitting to a human. A human with strange eyes no less. You observe his face and find it flushing slightly. “What’s the matter with you?” You quiz with furrowed brows. 

“Y-Y-You just, don’t…don’t say my name like that please…” He avoids looking at you, backing up almost to the point of exiting your house. 

“Why?” You inquire, stepping closer to him. Akaza groans and holds up his hand in front of your face. You stop in your tracks, blinking rapidly at the hand in front of you. 

“Stop. Why aren’t you afraid of me?” His eyes narrow at you and for a moment you see the faintest glimmer of something sharp in his mouth. 

“Why would I be?” You scrunch your face up in confusion and look around him expecting someone or something else scarier to be behind him. He scoffs and gestures to himself with the same hand he held in front of you. 

“I am Akaza.” 

“Yes I know.”

“Let me finish.” He glares at you. You hold up your hands in innocence and gesture for him to continue. “I am Akaza, Upper Moon 3.” He points to his eyes and for the first time during this conversation, you realize why they looked so different. Written there on his yellow eyes were the kanji for ‘upper’ and ‘three’. You tilt your head to study them further. 

“Upper…what now? What do you mean? Did you get your pink hair from the moon?” You wonder aloud. Akaza’s eyes widen slightly and he then rolls them. 

“What? No. I’m a high-ranking demon and I could kill you within seconds.” He states. A cooling chill runs through your body, but you remain calm. If he wanted to kill you, he would’ve already. So why was he here? And demons were real? Now that’s something you wish your mother was still alive to see. “Are you scared now?” He asks, stepping closer to you. You shrug.

“Eh, not really.” You reply. He stops advancing and his face goes blank. You have to stop from laughing at the look on his face.

“Why not?” He looks concerned, like if he’s not scary enough his mom is going to give him the ‘I’m disappointed’ look. 

“I think it's the pink hair and long lashes.” You observe, pointing at his face. “You’re too pretty to be scary.” 

“Wah, really?” He reaches up with his blackened fingers and touches his hair and then cheek gently. His fingers looked pretty long compared to your own. Now that you were really looking at him, the black lines were everywhere, even on his bear feet. They were similar to that of the ones on his fingertips, only enclosing the toes. He wore an anklet on each ankle made up of round pink beads. His white pants were held up by a blue rope with two pink tassles coming off around the front. His calves seemed unmarked by the lines and you wondered how far they really did travel. His chest was unclothed, except for a small dark pink jacket around his shoulders. The lines on his chest were geometrically pleasing with the way they all lines up. Similarly to his face, there was one line that connected to one that went around his neck to mid-way down his abdomen. It was a few inches shy of his belly button. Ah, so demons still have those. What else did demons share with humans?

“Besides, if you wanted to kill me, you would’ve already.” Your gaze meets his and his expression turns hard. He briskly closes the distance between you and pushes you up against the platform so hard that your legs give out and you fall backward. You hit the ground with a loud oomph and wince. You feel a weight on you and peer upwards to find Akaza pining you to the ground with his leg in between your thighs, pressing down on the fabric of your yukata. He’s baring his teeth, his insanely sharp teeth close to your neck. 

“You’re right human, I could eat you up right now.” His breath is hot on your neck and it makes you squirm under him. He pushes off of you with a little more force than need be and stands over you now. “But I won’t.” You let out a breath, unaware of how nervous you were that he’d bite into your neck. Although the throbbing lower down was proving for a confusing conversation with yourself later on. 

“Why?” You pant out, curious why this seemingly all-powerful demon would let you go. You sit up, draping your legs over the side of the wooden platform as you had done before. He presses his lips into a thin line and looks away from you. 

“Because I don’t eat your kind.” He huffs. Your face morphs into perplexion 

“Stinky?” You offer. He scoffs and shakes his head. 

“No. Women.” He corrects. “Please fix your yukata.” He mumbles. You look down at your chest and find one side draping over your shoulder, almost exposing your bare chest. You smile and pull it haphazardly onto your shoulder again. 

“Then why did you come here?” You ponder for him to hear. He looks off into the distance like he’s remembering something. 

“I…I was lonely.” He whispers. This makes your whole body warm with understanding. Lonely. A word you knew all too well. One that was your only companion at times. 

“Big boss demon fire all your friends?” Akaza grimaces and his fists clench. 

“I don’t have friends in the upper moon ranks,” He pauses and shuts his eyes a if trying to calm down. “Only annoyances.” He mutters. Your heart beats faster as you feel some sort of kinship with this supposedly scary monster. 

“Well, pardon me if I’m being too bold, but we could always be friends.” You suggest, gesturing between the both of you. His eyes shoot open and he stares at you. 

“Do you…do you really mean that?” He takes a step toward you and reaches out a tentative hand. 

“No, how could I ever possibly be friends with a demon? Of course, I meant it.” You’re take aback by the sudden warmth from his hand on your cheek. It sends a burning heat running through your body. Blooming in your stomach with a desire for his warmth to cover you, burn you, incinerate you. 

“You have such a funny way with words.” His brows slowly furrow down as he stares at you. “It makes me want to find out everything about you.” He then brushes a lock of hair that had fallen free behind your ear. You feel that heat round to your cheeks and you move your face away from his hand so he won’t be able to feel the way your cheeks are burning. 

“Ha, there’s not much that’s interesting about me.” You reply, shifting your body to sit more comfortably. Akaza drops his hand and looks down at the pot you’d set aside earlier. 

“You should probably eat your meal before it gets cold.” He bows his head to you and turns toward your open door. Was he going to leave already? But he just got here. 

“Wait!” You reach out your hand and Akaza turns to look at you with raised brows. What were you supposed to say to convince him to stay a little longer? He was a high-ranking demon, someone important, you were just a woman he happened to find because he was lonely. 

“Yes?” He faces fully toward you, waiting patiently for your words.

“Do you…” You gulp and look around for some sort of idea. Ah, you could tease him again. Then he’d want to talk to you about what you meant. If your mama taught you anything it was how to hold an uncomfortably long conversation. “Do you still want to make me scream?” You ask, leaning forward toward him. This causes your yukata to fall off your shoulder again and Akaza’s eyes are drawn to your rosy bear skin. He blinks a couple of times before looking back into your eyes. 

“What could you possibly mean by that?” He looks concerned. You tilt your head and feel your hair brush against your shoulders as it falls to the side. 

“I could scream your name Ak-a-za.” You whisper his name like it’s a dirty word. His brows flinch as he looks upon your seductive state. 

“I-I told you I don’t kill women.” He stutters, eyes wildly looking around you for answers. You smile and bat your lashes, swinging your head to the other side, allowing a full view of the slope of your neck. You notice Akaza’s fist clench at the sight. 

“I didn’t mean that you should kill me. I only meant you should share pleasures beyond imagination with me so that I scream out your name because it’ll be the only thing I can think of.” You explain, waving a hand around in the air as if that will conjure up an image for him to watch. Akaza shuts his eyes and his jaw ticks. It was funny to watch his restraint falter. 

“You can’t possibly mean that.” He grunts. His eyes are still glued shut and so you hum in response. 

“Oh, I do. I always mean what I say Akaza.” He lets out a low sigh and opens his eyes to gaze upon you shining in half moonlight half firelight. 

“You’re quite the vixen.” His eyes roll down the slope of your neck and curve around your shoulder. They dip to where the line of cleavage is slightly showing. 

“What can I say? The nights get lonely.” You were hoping by tossing around the same feeling he’d confessed to you that he’d empathize with you. If demons were even still capable of empathizing. Akaza’s eyes soften and he sucks in a deep breath. 

“I could stay for a little longer I guess.” He conceded. You grin happily and then raise your brows suggestively.

“Do you want to have-”

“No.”

“Aww but why?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s YN.” 

Over the course of the next few months, Akaza came to visit you as the weather got colder. Seeing him appear over the hill sent a thrill of excitement through your entire body. Every time that pointed-tooth grin caught your eye you felt alive again. Though, it’d been almost 2 months since Akaza’s last visit and you were starting to worry. The last time you ventured into the village for a couple of new blankets for the winter you heard talk of the great hashira defending the innocent from Lord Muzan’s Kisaki. Your heart was torn. You wanted to pray for those who’d lost their lives to evil demons, but Akaza wasn’t like other demons. He was smart, kind, sexy, and certainly not evil. The reason he hadn’t come to see you in so long surely couldn’t be because he’s… no you couldn’t even think of such a thing. 

You roll out your mattress and fluff out the covers you’d bought a few days prior. At least if you didn’t have Akaza to warm your side you’d have these plush covers. Comfortable bedding would never leave you alone for 2 months. It’d always stay by your side. You lay out the blankets to the side and crawl onto the thin mattress. The light from your lantern flickers softly, casting a shadow against your closed door. You were certain that your dreams would be filled with a pink-haired demon. You pull the covers over your frame and sigh in happiness. You’re about to blow out your light when the front door suddenly slams open. You startle as a heaving form appears in the doorframe. You clutch your chest as it stalks forward, its tongue was sickeningly long as it lapped at the air around you. 

“Human you smell delicious.” It hisses, crouching down onto its haunches. Your face sneers in disgust as you watch it cock its head to the left, tongue hanging out its mouth framed by sharp teeth that glinted slimy in the moonlight. 

“Thanks but I’ve been told that before.” You spat, tightening your grip on your new blankets. Its mouth curls into a twisted grin as its head turns upside down. 

“I taste demon in the air.” Its eyes don’t have any writing on them like Akaza’s, but by the looks of it, weak wouldn’t be a word to describe it. “Have you been claimed by one of the twelve kisaki human?” Its movements are jerky as it advances toward you. You scoot back against the wall like that was going to help you escape from such a creature. You were glad it could sense Akaza had been here, maybe that would deter it from killing you. 

“Yes, an upper moon in fact.” You sneer, curling your body away from the demon. His yellow eyes glimmer with newfound excitement. Oh no. The plan may have backfired. 

“Ahhhh, upper moon whores always taste the best. Please let me have just a bite.” His eyes are crazed as he peers upon your flesh. Drool starts to form in the corner of his mouth, landing with a splat on the wooden floor underneath you. “I promise I’ll leave enough for him to fuck later, you just have to-UGHK! AHHHHH PLEASE NO!” It screeches as a hand appears through its chest. “Lord Akaza- EEK-UGH-I’M SORRY!” The demon is flung away from you and out the door. You watch as a shadowy figure, you’re assuming is Akaza, rip the demon apart. You’re glad you can’t see much because of the lack of light, but you can hear it. The yelps of pain from the demon, the sloshing of blood, and grunts from Akaza. He was here… he’d saved you from a gruesome death. You lean forward with bated breath, straining your eyes to find Akaza in the darkness. You jump back as he appears in the doorway. His arms are hanging loosely at his sides, a thick liquid dripping from his fingers. His eyes stay on the ground. 

“Akaza…” You whisper, but his whole body tenses. 

“Don’t look at me YN. I didn’t want you to see me like this.” He looks off to the side and clenches his jaw. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of yearning and sadness. 

“Like what Akaza?” You ask, uncovering yourself and bracing for the cold air to surround your body. Akaza glances at the blankets. 

“A demon.” He hisses and for a moment you hear such deep regret in his voice. Some buried sorrow keeps him from bonding with people. You stand and step down from the platform, Akaza doesn’t budge an inch. You take this as your chance to approach him. You take in a deep breath and place the palm of your hand against his chest. 

“Akaza. I don’t care what you are, only about who you are.” You can feel his heart rapidly beating against his skin. He looks at your hand and then finally into your eyes. 

“I need to go wash my hands.” He edges his head closer to yours. You feel a pull to kiss him as your bodies move into position but then shy away on repeat. “I’ll be right back.” He disappears with unknown speed and you let out a tiny breath. Did he almost kiss you? You’d been thinking about this moment for a long time and it was finally here. He was finally here. “YN…” You look up to find him in your doorway again. 

“Akaza.” He walks into your home and slides the door shut behind him. The cool air is somewhat cut off. 

“I respect women YN.” He rasps. You nod and watch his eyes rack over your blue yukata. His eyes meet yours and you feel a wave of anticipation crash into you. 

“Yes. I remember.” He’s getting closer to you, causing you to back into the platform again. He smirks as you both remember the first night you’d met each other. 

“Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.” He’s in front of you within seconds, pulling your hair back and aggressively kissing you. You groan into his mouth and he bares his teeth against your lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He hisses, licking the soft spot on your neck. You wiggle at the sensation and start to pant. 

“Even if you do, it doesn’t make you a monster,” Akaza growls against your neck and nips at the skin he’d been playing with. 

“Pull up your yukata and turn around.” He demands, letting go of your hair. You straighten out your sore neck and do as he ordered. Your cunt is bare for him to study now and he takes his time looking at you. “I didn’t think a human could be so beautiful everywhere.” He grazes the back of your thigh with his fingers and you flinch. You squirm and start to whine. 

“Please Akaza, I need your cock in my pussy. I can’t wait any longer.” You whimper, needy for his attention. Akaza grips your hips tightly as he pulls you back where your feet are planted in the dirt, knees resting against the ledge of the wooden platform. 

“Never imagined you’d be the one begging.” He chuckles. You wish you could see what he was doing, but you were too nervous if you glanced behind you Akaza would make you wish you hadn’t. “No need though, your pretty cunt was already begging me long before that beautiful mouth spoke.” You feel a warm hand spread your legs apart and then something pokes at your entrance. You bite back a moan as he works his tip into your folds. “I didn’t even have to warm you up YN, you’re already so wet for me.” 

“Shut up,” You groan and duck your head down in embarrassment. Akaza chuckles and thrusts deeper. A yelp sounds from you at the sudden presence of his warm cock burrowed deep inside you. 

“Did me killing that lowly demon turn you on that much?” He teases, sliding out only to slam right back into you. Moans are the only sound you can make at the moment. “You’ve always been a strange case, but for some reason, I can’t get you off my mind.” He confesses. Somehow you feel slightly insulted by his wording. 

“I-I just missed you.” You manage to reply. Akaza pauses for a beat before his grip on your hips tightens. 

“Fuck…” He hisses, pounding into you at incredible speed. The floorboards are creaking as your moans echo throughout your house. 

“Akaza, Akaza, oh my-shit,” You bite down on your finger, but Akaza slams into you.

“Uh uh uh sweetheart. Remember that promise you made? I want you to scream my name.” He pulls your arms behind your back then he rams his cock into you, the slapping noises and both of your moans filling the room. 

“T-too much, ngh,” You plead, he was too good at pleasuring you. More than you thought possible. Your eyes squeeze shut as Akaza reaches around with his free hand to play with your clit. “A-Ak-Akaza!” You cry out, voice shaking so much it cracks into a whine as Akaza slams deep into you and stays there. Your walls flutter around his cock as you see stars from straining so much. A shuddering waterfall of your climax causes your knees to buckle from underneath you. Akaza curls his arm around you and gently lays you on the ground. He pulls out of you and you hear the shuffling of clothes being pulled back on. Then quiet. You don’t have the energy to look up from where you lay on the floor. You were so close to your bed, yet too far. You could totally sleep here, it was fine. Suddenly the house feels like it’s buzzing as a warmth returns. 

“I stole cloth from some laundry and wet it at the stream. Here, let me clean you up.” Akaza moves your yukata out of the way and dabs the wet cloth against your folds. You hum in satisfaction with how wonderful it feels. “I’m finished.” Akaza alerts. You wonder if he’s about to leave again, but you feel his arms underneath you. He lifts you up and sets you down on your mattress. You sprawl out comfortably under your blankets. He lays down on his side with his head propped up by his elbow on the wooden floor. You lift up your blankets sleepily and beckon Akaza to join you. He smirks and shifts under them. 

“You killing that demon was pretty hot.” You mumble as you drift off to sleep. The last thing you hear is Akaza chuckle the warm way he does as you cuddle into his chest. 

Too Childish

Pairing: Setters x GN!Hashira!Reader

Prompt: While at the Hashira meeting, Y/n is told that they are a childish hashira and they need to be serious in situations. Y/n’s demon slayers or team finds out and they try comforting their hashira.

A/n: This idea came from my shower thoughts LMAOOOO also you are 5’2 in this story

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It was a normal day, everyone was training and working hard. Even both of your tsugoku’s, Akaashi and Shirabu, were working hard.

Your Kasugai Crow came into your office you shared with your tsugoku’s flew onto your desk and announced that there was a hashira meeting.

You smiled widely knowing you get to see your other hashira friends.

You waved goodbye to Akaashi and Shirabu then jumped out the open window, much to their dismay.

You quickly ran over to the master's mansion and saw most of the hashira present. You giggled and jumped onto one of the hashiras.

“Ahh!” They exclaimed. They strengthened their hold on you before you fell off

“Heyyy [random/name]! Let’s play after this meeting!” You shook the hashira by the shoulders. [Random/name] looked at you, “Can you get anymore annoying?”, you looked at him confused.

“You're so childish! Grow up. You can't be all giggles and rainbows while fighting Muzan or demons” [Random/name] said. Another voice spoke up, “You also eat too much sweets by the time we have our battles with Muzan, you're going to be fat and out of breath”.

Ouch.

But before you could even speak, you heard something from another hashira.

“I wonder why they became hashira in the first place”

“Yeah, I honestly thought Akaashi was going to be one instead of them”

You were sad :(

How could they? Your own friends.

Master’s door slid open, meaning the meeting had started.

During the meeting you kept thinking, I’m not fat! I’ll show them I can be mature!

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On the way to your mansion, you were craving for sweets,

But then you realized, you gave them to the master’s children.

You kept on walking and saw your mansion, you slowly smiled seeing Oikawa and Atsumu arguing who was going to give you sweets first, while Kogane was eating some of it behind them.

Akaashi, Semi, Futakuchi, Shirabu, Kageyama, Kenma, and Sugawara were getting annoyed or they stayed neutral.

Your smile dropped after remembering the other hashiras' words. Your team, or should I say family, saw you and welcomed you back with the sweets and their smiles

Excluding Shirabu and Futakuchi

You muttered a small “Thank you” and walked past them.

“Well that was weird” Oikawa stated, processing what just happened. Akaashi nodded in agreement.

“They would usually be excited to come back here and eat the sweets after the meeting or a mission,” Sugawara said. The group of boys walked inside and followed their hashira. “Y/n-sama, would you like some sweets?” Asked Kageyama.

You turned around and they had noticed, you had no smile on your face.

Infact, Kenma noticed no emotion in your eyes.

You gave them a small smile, which kind of relieved them, and said “No, thank you for the offer though” you bowed, turned around and headed towards your office.

The boys were thrown off, no way you would reject sweets like that.

Especially if they were your favorite.

“What the hell?” Atsumu said in shock.

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For the past few days, you haven’t smiled or ate any sweets. You kept training and training. You also busied yourself with paperwork so you could avoid the boys.

You were getting skinnier, but you were eating.

Akaashi tried asking what was wrong.

Key word: Tried.

You would always try to distract him or change the subject. Your boys were saddened, not knowing what was wrong and not being able to help you with it. Shirabu had enough of it and sent a letter to one of the hashiras(One who trains the aces) and got a letter back stating what had happened during the hashira meeting.

The boys were mad mad

They headed straight towards you, you were hanging up some blankets and shirts.

“Hey,” you jumped at Kenma’s smooth and soft voice. You turned around and saw the boys gathered in front of you.

“Hey, what's going on?” You said, confused. Oikawa walked up to you and grabbed your hand into his and led you to the mansion and sat you down on the wooden plank.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Stated Semi.

“I don’t know what you are talking about”, you really don’t want to talk about it. You can see some of the boys are losing their patients.

“YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT!” Yelled Atsumu.

He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and stared at you with his piercing brown eyes. Akaashi and Futakuchi both grabbed Atsumu by his shoulders, but Atsumu brushed them off.

“Why didn’t you tell us that the other hashiras called you names!?” Atsumu continued to yell in your face.

Your vision started to get clouded by tears, Atsumu’s eyes softened and he pulled you into his embrace.

He apologized for yelling at you and tried to sooth you.

Kogane being babey started smacking Atsumu multiple times.

You laughed.

The boys, except Atsumu, smiled. Akaashi patted you on the head with a smile on his face. He even wiped your tears.

WHAT A SWEETHEART😫❤️

“Now explain to us why you’ve been avoiding us,” Shirabu looked at you with his arms crossed. You fiddled with your fingers while looking down.

“I thought I needed to be a better hashira for you guys. I’m way too childish and I’m pretty sure you guys don’t want to take care of me and play with me anymore and focus on your training-” You were cut off by Kageyama shoving a lollipop in your mouth.

“Yeah, okay. If we didnt want to play with you, we wouldn’t want to hurt you and not play with you” Kageyama had sincerity in his eyes as he said that.

*Cricket Noises*

“Did that even make sense?” questioned Sugawara.

“What Tobio-chan was trying to say is, we enjoy playing with you and taking care of you regardless if we’re busy or not” Oikawa said with a smile.

Kogane piped up, “And Kogane likes taking care of Y/n soooo much that Kogane will cuddle Y/n when sleeping every day!!”,

Kenma, Sugawara, Akaashi, Oikawa, and Atsumu took offense to this.

“Okay…. Anyways, you shouldn’t change yourself to be a better person. People will love you the way you are, including us” Semi said confidently.

“As long as we’re alive and going, we’ll take care of each other” Smirked Atsumu. You smiled at them widely.

“Thank you!”, They pulled each other into a group hug much to Shirabu’s and Futakuchi’s protests.

The boys were relieved and happy they got you back to normal. They promised each other they will protect you at all costs.

That was until the battle with Muzan and the upper moons, their promise was not fulfilled.

"CAW CAW [BREATHING STYLE] HASHIRA, L/N Y/N, HAS BEEN KILLED BY UPPER MOON THREE"

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Credits: @minnies-mochi

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Kimetsu No Yaiba [Demon Slayer] ( I finished the manga)

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Danganronpa 1 and 2

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headcanons? Kokushibo with a innocent princess! reader, like she doesn't really know what demons are but accepts him anyway because he's the only one that makes her heart flutter and swell with love. we need more fluff of him <3333

`` Kokushibo with an innocent princess reader

n.o.t.e.s - We really do need more kokushibo with fic with fluff.

w.a.r.n - no warnings, just lots of fluff

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Kokushibo x princess!reader

w.c - 386

✿ You met Kokushibo when you were traveling to visit one of your cousins nearby. Sitting in your carriage being guarded by guards in and out of the carriage. Before they were attacked by a stray demon, you didn't know what it was or what entity it was, you were just scared for your life. A lifeless guard surrounded you, closing your eyes bracing yourself to be killed, to never feel any pain.

✿ You opened your eyes to see a man wearing a black n purple kimono, holding an odd-looking sword. The man wasn't facing you, you witness the demon turning into dust and going along with the wind.

✿ You were scared for your life at the moment but thankful for the stranger who saved your life. But when he turned around, you were shocked by the three sets of eyes on his face. It was shocking but not scary for you.

✿ He saved your life after all.

✿ His eyes were still odd to you because you never saw them on anyone you met before. But you manage to get used to them, you even found them cute.

✿ Kokushibo would visit you at night, when everyone was asleep, in your chambers when he would give you some charms and bracelets, even kimonos he got for you.

✿ Even though he has a serious demeanor you manage to get through that thick barrier and get to his heart.

✿ Sometimes you guys would cuddle on your bed, till you fell asleep in his arms.

✿ He would be your little bodyguard in the dark, watching you and helping you out when your trouble.

✿ Sometimes you would meet Kokushibo in secret areas of the palace. And you guys would make flower crowns together, though he was in the shadows.

✿ You never minded that Kokushibo was always in a dark place or showed up at night. You just thought he just hated the sun, and you manage to understand that.

✿ He even taught you how to wield a sword, even your father was surprised at your new swordsmanship.

✿ Kokushibo will always be with you even when you are sad, he would be your comfort and your rock.

✿ Sometimes you would purposely wait in the dark for him to come, waiting outside on your balcony to watch him, sometimes you even do a Rapunzel and throw some rope to help him up, even though he can easily get up there.

♱♱♱ "Beginning and the end" ♱♱♱

n.o.t.e.s - MUZAN LOOKS SO GOOD WHEN HE'S DERANGED, LIKE SLUT ME OUT!??!

w.a.r.n - smut, p in the v, creampie, raw dogging, unprotected intercourse.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Muzan x fem!reader

w.c. - 1.18k

The rain droplets over the roof. A storm was occurring; you sat beside Muzan in his sickly form. Dipping down a small towel in cold water and putting it on his forehead as you sat near him.

You were his fiancé to be soon married by him, but it couldn't be due to the state of his body. Your eyes couldn't help but produce tears from your eye, dripping down to your lap, as you stared at his miserable form. Feeling a cold hand brushing your cheek, "I hate it when you cry" Muzan muttered, you held his hand to your cheek as you tried to smile, but your lips faltered.

"I-i know," you whispered, looking at him, tears threatening to fall out, as you breathed in. "Just why do they have to be so cruel" your lips trembled, "Just why" you cried.

You took Muzan's hand off your cheek and gently placed it near the sides of his body. You looked at his him again, he was soon passed out, before you looked at the door opening up to one of the doctors assigned to Muzan.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. L/N," he said to you slightly bowing down to you, as you got up dusting off your kimono, you tilted your head at him and walked out of the room. Stepping down on the tatami floor, going outside, as the feeling of the cold dropping rain on your skin, staining your kimono, as you stepped backward underneath the roof.

Sitting down on the leveled floor, you back leaned on the pillar as you stared at the abyss of the sky. Your eyes soon closed as you slipped into slumber.

Before heard a loud thud on the ground, fully waking you as you ran almost tripping on the wet floor, as you quickly opened the door to Muzan's room, looking at him covered in blood standing for what you thought was the first time, his hand holding a butcher knife to the doctor head, that laid there collecting a pool of blood.

"M-muzan, what did you do" you whispered, covering your mouth in horror.

His mouth was still stained with a bright blue pigment on his lips, as he stood his ground without any help or distance at all. His pupil was formed like a cat and the color of crimson.

You stood there in silence before he dashed straight out you covering your mouth, as your eyes only stare at him with fear. You didn't know who he was anymore.

He looked at you straight through the eyes, your heavy breathing, making your heart pump faster. You looked at his nail that grew sharper than any sword you have seen before.

He soon took his hands off your mouth, cupping your cheeks, while tears threatened to slip out of your eyes, as you stared at him. Someone that once your lover, turns into a deranged animal right in front of you. You opened your mouth to say his name but were soon entrapped into a kiss with him.

Your pupils shake, from the sudden intimacy. Before closing your eyes leaning into the kiss.

Before he withdrew from our lips, staring into your own, as you looked at him bewildered by his appearance, "My precious, Y/N" He brushes your cheek, and his fingers brushed your lips.

"I'm no longer someone weak, not anymore" he whispered to you.

"M-muzan....you just murdered someone" You took his hand away from your face, as you backed away from his figure.

"Y/N, he was just a lowly doctor, who could do nothing but to bickered and give me nonsense creations of his medicine" he exclaimed, extending his hand to you.

You backed away more when he took a step away, your body melting with fear. "You're not someone who I used to love, your monster" you screamed out before dashing towards the door, before you could, muzan was right there.

His body leaning towards you, "Y/N, don't be like that" he spat, as he soon got annoyed by how you were acting.

"Get away from me" you lashed out.

You were too slow for a man not to catch up with you with his newfound abilities. He grabbed you, hid nails digging into you, as you winced in pain. "There is nothing to be afraid of," he said, trying to comfort you but you flinched away from his touch.

His eyebrows twitched, as he soon threw you down to the floor, and you yelped in pain.

You crawled away from him before getting pulled, his shadow creeping into yours. He kneels towards you. Before he looked at your figure on the ground as pieces of your kimono were off of your body, exposing your undergarments, "Muzan, please" you cried.

"Be gentle" you said.

His nails cut the thin pieces of fabric off your body, leaving your body bare. His eyes are hungrily staring at your naked body.

"Muzan, please promise me...if we do this, you'll stay with me " you begged, your lips trembling, you clasped his hand with your yours.

"From the beginning and end, my dear" he answered you with a kiss. He gently pried your legs open, his body between yours.

You closed your eyes, feeling his member sinking into your wall. As you registered the pain. You winced. His pace picked up, as he trusted you.

Every time he dragged himself out of you, plunging himself into you, you moaned in pain. Covering your hands to your eyes. His tempo frantic plunging into you, your body jolting from the tempo.

The pain simmering into pleasure, as he slides into you. As he held it down to your waist gripping it, his nail digging into drawing out blood.

"Shit" he groaned, as his animalistic thrust goes into you, pounding right into you. Your arms holding onto him, as he bit your collarbone, littering your body with love bites, the taste of blood going into his senses.

As his animalistic urges grew.

He dragged himself in and out of you repeatedly his pelvis brushed onto your own, and you moaned out. You felt a warm feeling growing in you, as you felt the core snap. A blow of heat washing through your body.

Your juices coating his dick, his thrust going in faster into you. Your breast jolts in the temp, bouncing with him.

The simple pleasure of making you hooked, feeling himself plunging himself into you. The room makes your body feel hot. You cocked your head away, releasing your arm from the grip.

His pace soon slowed down, and as his thrusts gets sloppier. His nail in denying further into your skin. Soon pouring himself into you, coating your walls white.

He groaned, his body leaning forward. Bruising your hip even more. You looked at his form through the tears on your thick lashes.

You're heavily breathing being heard, as you covered your sweating face.

Before he pulled out of your tired figure, you stare at him with sleepy eyes, "You did well, Y/N" he said, brushing the excess hair off of your forehead.

THIS IS DOMA ORIGINAL DESIGN, HELP-

"𝐀 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞"

n.o.t.e.s - The animate version of Doma got my toes curling.

w.a.r.n - penetration, creampies, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), non-con.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Douma x Fem!human reader

w.c. - 1.2k

You remember your childhood like it was yesterday, living in debt by your parents. Sitting down on the grass, with your dirty kimono and hair, was messy as well.

Your parents were in debt, barely able to afford food for you and your siblings, working day and night for you while you helped with your siblings until your parents sold you off to the Ogimoto house. While you sat down at the wooden vanity, you removed white powder off your face.

It wasn't hard for you to climb the ranks of the Ogimoto house; it was preferably easy because of your beauty which tricks many of your clients into spending a lot in the house.

You were now a high-ranked Oiran, earning the Ogimoto house honor for your beauty and body. Rubbing off the red pigment off your lips, staring at yourself in the mirror with your bare face, gently touching your skin.

Here you are, looking at your raw beauty in the mirror, covered by powder and makeup, the top of your yukata slipped down to your shoulders, showing pieces of your skin. Unsurprisingly, your beauty was a weapon against other houses, your price went up, and your demand was higher than other Oirans in the red-light district, making the Ogimoto house busy with business.

Before you got to stand up, you heard the sliding shoji door open. A silvered head man walked into the room, he wore a black-to-red kimono. "Oh, I thought Daki was here" he exclaimed, flicking his golden fans over his face, his multi-colored eyes staring at you menacingly.

Your screams were still in your chest, as your heart was pumping fast, "But you're a too beautiful and for me not for me to enjoy"

"W-who are you" you yelled, crawling back until you hit your head on the surface of the wall, you manage to take one of your sharp hair pins. your eyes still on the silvered-head man. He walked towards your shaking body.

"Does it really matter" he cooed at you, cocking his head to the side, giving you a eerily smile.

Before you can even protect yourself, he was face to face with you holding your throat. You tried to pry his hand from your throat but failed too, struggling to find your breath.

"Be a doll, and don't scream" he whispered into your ear, your eyes staring at him in fear.

"Nod if you understand, darling" he demanded, you reluctantly nodding to his demands, his grip off your throat

"Now, beautiful, you'll do what I say before I consume you. Take your clothes," he said, gently cupping your face, his sharp fingers grazing your cheek, making a little cut on the cheek, soon licking the blood droplet.

You obeyed what the demon said as you trembled to remove your yukata, His multicolored eyes looking at you while you stripped yourself of your clothes, every piece of it.

The last fabric slipped off, showing your bare body to the silvered-head demon.

The rainbow-eyed demon licked his lick, as he saw your bare body in a display of him, your hands fisted in a ball. You were too smart to go against the strong demon, but the aura of the said demon gave you a bad feeling, especially with the kanji that look to be carved into his eye.

The number two.

You never saw a demon before, but from your first encounter, there were fearful beings.

The silver-head demon walked to you and cupped your face, he force you to look into his colored eyes, "You are gorgeous, maybe even tastier than most women, what's your name" the demon exclaimed.

"Y-Y/N" you stumbled out,

"Y/N" He tested it out, "Y/N-chan" he smiled at you, before he placed his hands on your bare shoulder, looking at you up and down, "Daki wasn't lying how beautiful you are, you sure look like a oiran"

"My name is Doma, Y/N-chan" he analyzed you and your name body.

You could barely even respond, how quick his fingers were already side you, before you got pressed on the wall.

You stumbled a moan out, from the quick action.

Your breast up against his chest, his finger plunging further side you, before pulling it out of you, giving a quick lick of his fingers.

"Your even more delicious, Y/N-chan" he looked at you with lust covered eyes.

The beating of your heart seemed to be growing rapidly near him, "Y/N.." Doma said, before he cocked his head to the side.

"...Turn around and bend over" he demanded, giving you a creepy smile.

You obey Doma, bending yourself to the walk, gripping your hands to the wall, exposing more of your parents to the demon.

It felt like the tension in the room could be sliced with a knife, before you felt his hands taking both your hands with one of his own pressing it to your bare back, forcing your body into the wall, your breast squished into the shoji wall.

You watched his movement with the corners it your eyes. The noise of a belt coming off, made your body tremble.

It was normal for you in the district with your clients, but you never did this with a demon nevertheless.

You felt him lining up to your entrance, his member splitting you open, the searing pain in your cunt. The simmering pain, as you tried to just to his size.

Your walls fluttered around his cock.

His hips rolling into yours, jackhammering in your pussy, you felt the pain in your lower region, hitting your lips.

"Fufufu, who knew your this wet for me, y/n-chan~" he whispered into your ear teasing you, he licked the tops of your ears.

Your hand still binds together, his razor-sharp nails scraping your hips. The pain turned into pleasure as he frequently plunged into you, you curved your back more, and your moans ranged out.

You lolled out your tongue, and your breath got heavier, feeling your legs numbed. Your cunt was on fire before you saw white, moaning out loud, turn your head back to get a glance of Doma.

His eyes were still filled with lust and contentment.

Your head was on the wall, his cock getting further into your cunt, your moans ranged out of your lips, eyes watering. Your pussylips dripped off your juices and blood.

He placed his head on your shoulder, muttering sinful things into your ears, making you hotter.

He bit your shoulder before spilling his seed into you; his white essence dripped down your legs, your walls sucking him dry.

Before he withdrew his dick from you, you fell to the floor, mixed liquids dripping onto the floor, before he shoved his dick into your mouth, kicking the oxygen out of you.

"Suck it" he demanded, his cock coming out and in into your mouth. Slick coating your lips, dripping onto your chest.

You looked at him, your e/c making eye contact with his own multi-colored eyes, before he took your head, slamming your head to his pelvis.

His pelvic hair tickled your face, drooling dripping out your mouth.

His length hit the back of your throat, gagging on it, trying to get air into your lungs, before he spilled his seed into your mouth, he grabbed the back of you by the hair off his cock.

A string of spit connected his dick to your mouth, and your tongue lolled out, as you greedily tried to breathe in the air.

Your eyelids felt heavy before you turn around to see Doma already have his pants on, fixing himself together. He bent down to your level, "Y/N-chan, I will spar your life, but.." he put one of his fingers on his cheek.

"You have to serve me and suit my needs" he smiled, as he finished, before gently grabbing your chin, tilting it up.

Your face felt hot, but who knew that you would be here just fucked a demon and got cummed in, but you had to face the fact.

"Yes, Doma"

HES SO HOT HELP- 😭

HOTARU HAGANEZUKA FANS RISE UP WE HAVE CRUMBS TO FEAST ON !!💗💗

☆ KNY DEMONS x fem! upper moon reader

n.o.t.e.s - the sword arc was so delicious to watch literally, I just wanted to write something tbh. 📢

w.a.r.n - some crack energy, fluff, doma being a menace to society,

w.c. - 753

The strings of the biwa ranged throughout the infinite castle, summoning the upper moons to the castle.

From those few, you were already there due to Muzan's orders. You were trying to busy yourself playing with your h/c hair, waiting for the upper moons to span in.

It was pretty boring for you; you couldn't sit on the floor because of how uncomfortable it was because you managed to disobey his orders by helping some hashira. It was even a miracle that you didn't die because you managed to do it every time; some demons thought you were in a relationship with Muzan, so it wouldn't be surprising.

You were bored out of your mind, trying to converse with Nakime, "So Nakime wanna go out after this meeting" you chimed, clapping your hands together, looking at the biwa lady.

You lifted your head to see a upper moons before you, "That was quick," you murmured; you heard a familiar annoying voice saying your name.

"Y/N-chan," Doma's voice ranged out, his hand touching your shoulder; he irked everything in your body, "Did you miss me, y/n-chan" he gave you a toothy smile, and you looked at him with disgust.

"Don't be like that, Y/n-chan. Maybe we can go to my place and-' Soon, you found Doma's head on the castle's floor, thanks to Akaza.

His whole body was irked by Doma's presence, "Thank you, akaza" You gave him a smile that made Akaza blush, and his once-white face turned red.

You heard Doma's whines in the background calling your name

"It was no problem" he placed a hand behind his back, looking away from you.

You soon saw Daki and Gyutaro span in the castle, "Y/N!" Daki yelled at you before tackling you into a hug.

"Hey Daki" you smiled, patting her head.

"Y/N, I missed you," she sang out, burying herself into you, "Maybe if you're not busy, you we have a makeover," she exclaimed, "Sure," you smiled, "Daki, what about me" Doma whined.

"Go kill yourself, you perv," Daki yelled while protectively holding you, "Oh, hi Gyutaro" You smiled at him, and you waved at him supporting Daki's weight.

Gyutaro's cheeks turned light pink, and you giggled from the reaction.

Soon Daki got pulled away from you by her brother; the upper moon one caught your eye, and you walked up to him, "Hi, kokushibo" you exclaimed, he was mostly quiet, but you manage to get the word out of his mouth.

He looked at you briefly before muttering a 'hello' and walking away. You eventually saw Hantengu on the floor, cowardly to himself, and Gyokko talking to Doma with his regrown new head.

A swift wind made your h/c hair blow back as all the upper moons bowed to their demon lord, which appeared out of nowhere. You just stood there looking stupid, "Oh, Muzan finally you here; I was getting bored," you muttered still standing, crossing your arm, cocking your head at him.

The uppermoons were astonished at what you just said to Muzan, you're probably the only one that manage to get away with disrespecting Muzan without getting punished or even dying.

You saw Muzan's eyebrow switching at your comment; you smiled from the reaction.

He shot you a glare before your hand was force by what it felt like air to sit down but, which led to your face buried into the tatami floor.

It earned from sniggers from the upper moons before everyone was silenced by Muzan.

The meeting was quick and short by Muzan degrading all the upper moons except Kokushibo; your head was still stuck as you struggled.

You manage to get your head help by someone grabbing onto your waist and pulling you out of the floor. Whoever this hero was you were probably grateful, because Muzan manage to get your head really stuck to the floor.

But unfortunately for you, it was Doma, holding your waist. "Y/n-chan, we should do this more often" he exclaimed before you punched his head away from you.

Forcing his grip on your waist away before you whipped your head to the loud voice of Daki and Akaza charging to Doma's headless body.

"Get your hands off her, you pervert" Daki and Akaza yelled before jumping Doma.

There were crushing the stronger demon; you deadpanned at the sight. While the upper moons was busy, Gyutaro was laughing at seeing Doma being attacked by Akaza and his sister.

It was pure chaos.

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