#kagaya x you

[ponderingmoonlight]

If requests are still open and if it's ok, maybe Kagaya's reaction to meeting his wife for the first time pre wedding? If not thank you for taking time out to read my ask.

note: this is my first time doing something for Kagaya! Sooo if you guys want to read more in the future, make sure to hype this one up aka let me know 🫶🤍

Kagaya Ubuyashiki enters the room with an air of calm authority, his presence both peaceful and commanding. You’ve heard much about the head of the Ubuyashiki clan, a man as kind as he is wise, and now here he stands before you.

Your eyes meet his, and the world seems to fall into a gentle silence. His eyes, pale yet warm, hold a depth that speaks of untold burdens and boundless compassion. There's a softness to his gaze as it rests on you, a look that feels both curious and knowing, as if he’s searching for something within you. Perhaps a sign, a connection, something that words alone can’t grasp.

Kagaya’s lips curve into a small, sincere smile, the kind that reaches his eyes. He steps closer, his movements careful and measured, as if each one is filled with purpose.

"Meeting you feels like fate has brought us together," he says, his voice as gentle as a whisper.

“Though we’ve just met, it’s as if I’ve known you for a long time, (y/n).”

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words. There’s a sincerity in him that puts you at ease, despite the formal nature of this meeting. Kagaya seems to notice, and his smile widens just a fraction.

He takes your hand in his, his touch light and reassuring. “I am honored that you are willing to stand by my side, despite the path we may have to walk together. Please know that you will never be alone and that I will do everything I can to honor you.”

In that moment, you realize that this man, who bears the weight of so many, is also offering you a place beside him - a place where you are seen, valued, and cherished. Kagaya’s gaze softens even more, and you feel a connection blossom between you, unspoken yet unmistakable.

As you stand there, hand in hand, the future seems uncertain but somehow less daunting. Just this morning, your hands couldn’t stop shaking when thinking about your future husband. But Kagaya’s presence, his quiet strength and gentle heart, assures you that whatever comes next, you will face it together.

And in that, there is a comfort unlike any other. Even though you didn’t get the chance to meet your future husband until now, your heart is filled with excitement and joy.

[faintrustle]

"He always offered exactly the words people needed to hear in that moment."

[vrystalius]

Hello! I have another request🥺👉🏻👈🏻! How about one of the hashiras (or all of them saperated) + kagaya (platonic) x ubuyashiki daughter reader? In which reader is kagaya daughter and they are in love with her but haven't told her yet because her health is getting worse from the curse how would they react to finding her passed out on the floor with blood coming out of her mouth?

Wilting Wisteria

Ubyashiki’s daughter dies before the hashira who fell for her could confess. How will they react?

(So, Kagaya is around 40ish in this AU and the daughter is around 20. His sickness progresses extremely slowly, meaning he’s sick but alive. The daughter’s sickness progressed faster for some unknown reason, leading her to an early death. Also, the hashira’s crushes are seperate <3)

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Giyu, Kagaya (familial) x fem!reader

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He can’t get the image out of his head. You, just laying in your futon, looking peacefully asleep. It looked like you’re going to wake up just in time to have your daily hang-out with the wind hashira. The day before, Sanemi promised you to make some ohagi, his favourite dish. He worked on that dessert all evening before heading out for his patrolling, making sure that every single ohagi ball looks perfect. Sanemi has been noticing that your condition has been worsening, and he was extremely worried. Much to his own dismay, he has been starting to grow attached to you and your enchanting aura.

You’re calming him with your mere presence, similar to his master, but… he can’t put in words what exactly he’s feeling, Sanemi just feels so safe and secure around you. Sometimes you encourage him to speak up about the things he experiences while out on missions and how he feels about them. Sanemi would lay down on the tatami beside you, and just talk. You make him open up, confront the things he’s seen. Sometimes he fantasises about him resting his head on your chest with your sickly coloured hand running through his hair. He would hold you close by your waist, gripping onto your robes as strong as he can, never wanting to let go. Sanemi should probably open up about these feelings to you… That what he planned on doing after eating the ohagi.

But now, it’s all gone. Those feelings were just replaced with anger and grief. He should have told you sooner, Sanemi should have noticed the signs that your time was approaching.

It doesn’t matter anymore. He never should’ve let himself get attached anyway.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro tried visiting you as much he can, encouraging you to eat. You have to eat at least two meals a day, and he will make sure that you are eating those meals! Especially since you are so sick, you need those important nutrients! He always brings you either homemade food, a bento box Senjuro made for you or bring take-out from the village nearby. Kyojuro excitedly watches while you eat your meal, him sitting nearby and munching down on his own bento box. But perhaps that’s not the only reason he comes to visit.

He feels guilty when be thinks about how much he want to see you again. Is he hogging your attention for himself when he wants to see you just because? He likes being around you so much. Your smile brightens up his whole day and week, making him forget about his duties for a moment. A single genuine laugh of yours makes him feel like he archived some kind of life goal, making him beam in pride. Would it be selfish of him to want to court you?

Kyojuro still remembers the sight before him clearly. You reminded him of his mother, how she succumbed to a sickness. And now you’re gone as well, forever out of reach. The other hashira noticed how gloomy Kyojuro has gotten. Normally, no matter what, he always sees the good things in life. But perhaps not today. Or tomorrow. Or the next week and month. Kyojuro needs time and should probably stay away from Sake for now. He wouldn’t want to follow his father’s footsteps this far.

Giyu Tomioka

He had never the guts to talk to you much. His missions and his insecurities prevented him from visiting you much. Besides, why would you want to hang out with the (in his eyes) weakest hashira? So he didn’t even bother trying.

Yet, Giyu felt something for you. He gets nauseous and nervous around you, even though his face remains indifferent. He wants to reach out and touch your discoloured hand evey time your near. How will your skin feel like? Is your body warm or cold? If you’re cold, he wouldn’t mind warming you up. Giyu sometimes fantasises about what could be, what if he would get courage and confess to you. You’d probably reject him, but if you didn’t, how will your lips feel like on his? Would he be your first kiss? You’d be his first. But now it’s too late anyway.

Giyu was one of the last ones to receive the news about your death. He reacted with expressing his condolences, before quickly disappearing in his estate. Giyu stopped leaving his bed, only getting up for missions and meetings he has to attend. The thought of training was clouded by his grief for you. Why even bother getting up at all.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki (familial)

His girl, his sunshine. You’re gone now, succumbed to the same illness that has been plaguing his family for centuries. Kagaya was the first who discovered his body. Before getting Amane or any Kakushi to get help handling your body, Kagaya wanted to say his last goodbies. He pulled your head onto his lap, placing his hand on your beautiful eyes. He took the time to take in all of your features, tracing and caressing them with his slim fingers.

Kagaya had a soft smile on his face while small, salty tears slowly rolled down his face. You look so much like your mother, so beautiful despite the purple discolouration and sicker body. When you still had your eyesight, did you ever look in the mirror and saw yourself for who you truly were? An intelligent, gorgeous, ambitious young woman, or just a sick, bedridden burden to others?

Your death reminded Kagaya that his time is running out as well. If he wants Muzan to fall within his generation, he has to work harder, faster, be multiple steps ahead of that man. He promises you that the demon king will succumb to mortality soon. You will be Kagaya’s greatest motivator and reminder to continue to fight.

💠

Why would you hurt me this way? Why would you do this to me? Angst with no comfort? 😞 You are truly cruel.

Jk, I really loved writing this!! Your requests and kind words always brighten my day! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

[letbludcook]

warning. explicit sexual content,

tags. masturbation, mirror sex, cum swallowing, healing from SA (not explicitly mentioned), wholesome sex, your f/o being the most understanding person to ever exist in this cruel world

whenever you are striken with nightmares of your past, way before you were blessed with his gentle love and presence, you wake up in cold sweat, with sheer repulsion over being touched.

fortunately, your man never took it personally. in fact he's the one to remind you that it's okay, it's valid, and his girl is so strong for being able to survive everything she's been through. sometimes it takes you months without having sex; most of the time you pity him as physical intimacy is his love language, but his encouragement makes you survive the hell of it. gradually, with time and love, you manage come back to your usual self.

"what a strong lady you are," he assures you all the time.

however, you're not the only one being strong here—you affirmed that much when you woke up in the middle of the night and noticed him breathing heavily.

his hands are clasped to yours, and you can hear him moan your name repeatedly. you thought he was sick at first, but quickly noticed the synchronized up and down movements marking the blanket. 

he is touching himself.

you're not even hugging each other—it seems like he scooted you away from him before starting the act—all he settles for while pleasuring himself is holding your hand.

that consideration, toppled with your yearning to be touched again, is more than enough to rekindle your arousal and initiative.

you immediately scoot on top of him; he squirms in surprise, but your quick command comes to him, "continue touching yourself, my love."

he takes a while to process the situation, with a shy ask he averts his gaze away, "are you sure?"

"please?" you whisper, then pepper his face with wet kisses. your lips then slide to his ear; you give it a smooth lick before begging yet again, "let me hear you, darling."

it doesn't help him hold back, not at all, because you know his ears are pretty sensitive. in fact you only take advantage of it when you really want him to do something.

"y-yes—hah—yes, my love," he babbles, the jerking of his hand starts to produce a slick noise; perhaps his pre-lubricated dick helped on that. you continue kissing him while on it; moans escape as you feel him sucking on your lower lip.

"you'd let me taste, wouldn't you?" you whisper after sucking on his ear.

"d-do you—ah—do you want to—"

"i wouldn't ask if i don't."

and so, as languid as ever, you slide your hands down below and join his hand in bobbing up and down his dick. he whimpers, and somehow, the sight of your composed, level-headed man whimpering helplessly underneath you exudes blissful shudders. oh, to be loved by him. to be foolishly and utterly loved by someone like him.

"just want—oh fuck—just want to make sure," indeed, because after your assurance, he grips a fistful of your hair and then guides you down to his slick erection. the gentleness of his hold says a lot about how your moment below him would go. it is, after all, the least that he could do to compensate for how hard he's about claim your mouth. he couldn't control himself anymore. and he knows you want him to lose control. he, who has always been the epitome of control, could not embody such pride when faced with matters concerning your desires. if you'd ask him to die he'd be willing to do so then and there.

his girth filled your mouth; your eyes widen, and tears build up on the tip of your eyes as soon as he arches his back. he doesn't last long, much to your pleasure, because after five hard thrusts he immediately spurts his cum deep down your throat. even after he let it all out, he did not let go of your head. he trapped your mouth in his confines, ensuring you wouldn't waste a single drop because that's what you want. he would feel a bit shy if not for your persistence and enthusiasm. anyone would think that pampering him like this, drinking all of him so lovingly without wasting any drop, and more would be because you're under him, serving him with all you have.

but, as a matter of fact, he is the one serving you. he likes everything you want to do, everything you want to explore. hell, once you ask him for a child, he'd spend the whole night cumming inside you until you couldn't anymore and he's all spent and dry—messed up to his very core because that's what you want.

he almost laughs at his thoughts, and doesn't let go of your mouth even after his dick has softened. in fact, he even bobs your head up and down his now limp cock, pumping every last of his fluid that might be left of him. you deserve it, after all. earn your hard work. swallow every drop. have him by your mouth as earnestly as he would offer his life for you.

the next time you did it, he ensured there'd be a mirror right in front of you two. he takes you from behind, awkwardly at first, because you're not used to seeing yourself all pleasured and worked up while he pistons his hips inside. but then, whenever you stray your eyes away, he would adjust your head back to facing the mirror again as if to say; 'no, no, don't turn away. look at me doing you. i am the one making you feel this way, see that?'

and then he asks question he's been repeating since earlier, “am I hurting you, darling?”

“n-no,”

“yeah? come on, then. look at that pretty face," he punctuates the sweet whisper with a thrust, “see how well you’re taking me?”

“i do! hah, love, i—i'm 'bout to—"

"mhm," he closes his eyes and pulls you closer so he could nuzzle his lips on your back, “you’re clenching harder on me now, baby. are you close?”

"i am!" you lift your body up to see both of your features well—from how your breast bounces with every thrust and how his hands grip your waist to support himself. you savored the feeling—intense and rattling to your very core. his fingers flick your nipple, then he instructs you to lick your fingers too and play with the other nib.

oh, you want to close your eyes. you feel like you don't need the mirror for assurance anymore. he's the only one who could do you like this, the only one who could love you like this. you could finally relush the pleasure in without your past haunting you. and so you do—five seconds, ten seconds, until you hear his pants escalate to moans, ‘til his thrusts go rapid and unrestrained, 'til he’s blabbering how all of this affects him the way you do.

you reach your peak with a moan so loud neighbors might've heard it, and he follows suit not long after, loudly as well, because he's so aroused to see both of you lovingly doing each other in front of the mirror, all spent and sweaty.

you plop down the bed, but his hold doesn't falter. you feel his weight against your back, then he whispers sweet nothings while kissing your ear. “’s okay, it’s okay. open your eyes now and see me.”

you'll never know how delightful he is when you didn't flutter it open again; he feels your breathing slow down instead, and not long after, you drift to sleep with a smile.

indeed, it’s okay for you to close your eyes now. it's okay for you to be touched, for he is the only one who could do you this way.

WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, TOJI fushiguro, NANAMI kento, KAGAYA ubuyashiki, REINER braun, LEVI ackerman

soooo this is an excerpt from my fave smut work way back :3 originally an erwin smith fanfic but when i reread it i realized i could also see the vision for my other fave characters:P

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Would it be okay to see a Poly!Kagaya and Amane x reader? The reader in this could be one of Kagaya’s retainers when they were younger before they left, only to return as a traveler and find themselves stuck in headquarters by the overprotective couple.

Yandere Kagaya & Amane Ubayashiki

Naturally, neither of them is particularly strong 

So they couldn’t stop you as they made that transition

Amane preparing to become his wife and full-time caretaker

Shadowing his friend and retainer who’d been doing this for years

“What will you do, after this?”

“Ah I’m going to er…ah–”

“(Y/n) are you trying not to offend me by mincing your words?”

“Well…”

“Go ahead, I don’t mind!”

He does but not for the reasons you worry about

“...I’m going to travel! Become a merchant! Or a wanderer but I’m leaving!”

“Wow those are…some big dreams…”

“Don’t forget us okay (Y/n)?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Back then all that measures is that it hurts when you leave

It hurts when you detail your adventures in your letters

And both of them find themselves jealous of the world around you

That gets to see your smiling face and hear your harmonious voice

It's a pain that both Amane and Kagaya share

Bonded by that misery remembering you and regaling stories to their babies about you is their favorite activity

But as their prayers would have it, you would return

“Ah, it's just a visit! I plan to stow away on a ship to the new world! But until then I’d love to be with you guys.”

“Of course, we’re always happy to have you forever!”

Naturally, they will not be letting you run away

At least not now

While having the toddler quintuplets keep you busy distracted

In the meantime, Kagaya and Amane set the precedent

“My children, I wish to call upon you to protect someone dear to us. (Y/n) is someone of a wanderer for their safety we’d like to quell that.”

The Hashiras need nothing more as they are eager to welcome you into the family

Casually showing their immense strength 

When they hold your feet off the ground

Speeding up to you from across the compound

Becoming physical walls when you try to leave

Well since your horse seems to have died of some mysterious disease a sword slice

Why not stay and help Amane 

Surely you haven’t forgotten your old duties as his caretaker

And you three just happen to fall back into that closeness you all had when you were younger

So entrapped in this new family it's up to you whether you’ll learn the full extent of their love obsession with you

[mommageto]

Domestic Hashira: Part 2 (Himejima x Reader)

Title: Domestic Hashira: Part 2 (Himejima x Reader)

Word Count:  1817  words

Description: (Y/n) and Gyomei navigating the unfamiliar territory of an arranged marriage. 

Warning/s: This fan fiction may contain disturbing or implied sexual content that may not be suitable or sensitive for readers. Read at your own risk. 

Part 1

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The sun is veiled by haze, and the sound of bushes dancing as the freezing breeze passes by. You were sitting on a rock beside a river that flows from the feeble waterfalls. It was one of those walks you enjoy taking with Himejima when neither of you was occupied with any activity on that day. The walk you always have with him to enjoy the nature surrounding you always ends up with interesting conversations to get to know each other better. 

As newlyweds, it seemed too far to build a relationship with a man you barely knew in the beginning. Nevertheless, you both had a mutual apprehension about starting over. Throughout the days, you and Himejima opened up to one another, starting with both your pasts, where you found comfort in each other. 

“I couldn’t accept all of the things that happened that day. My parents were everything to me. It was difficult to lose both of them. I miss them so much,” you said to Himejima while looking down on the stream of water passing through your feet. With your words, Gyomei turned to you and gently placed his large hands on your head. He rubbed your head tenderly. “(Y/n), your parents loved you deeply. They may not be here, but their memory lives on in you,” he replied.

Himejima’s words of affirmation have always filled your recent days with delight and a sense of security. There is something about his use of words that tells you it is exactly what you need to hear. That healed a part of you and allowed you to look forward to your future with clarity. Gyomei’s line of work may be risky, but you have faith in him. 

Gyomei informed you that he will be away for a week for a mission on a farther land south, where there were incidents of demons attacking a huge village. This is the part of your relationship that you dislike the least. It is not because of how he is constantly putting his life on hold, but because of the loneliness that comes with his absence that you have to endure.

To doubt his skills is merely an act of foolery. Himejima always trained with relentless determination. He is committed to every single thing he does, from his training to his relationship with you. Himejima ensures that he is trying his best, if not becoming better. This is a part of him that makes you admire him even more. 

As you’ve accomplished your social duties as a wife, you went straight home. This was the day Himejima ought to arrive. Nothing but the pure longing to reach out and be in your husband's arms is what you desire. With such haste, you went to the training area by your house. Himejima frequently goes to the training area. This is how he usually finds consolation to meditate after a long mission. There he was standing on his feet, and you approached the giant man from behind. 

Gyomei, a subtle shift in his massive form, tells you he knows you're there around the place. Even before you and Himejima became closer, he never failed to sense whenever you were around. He surely did possess quality senses, and they were useful in his relationship with you. The stone hashira has put his boulder to a halt and turned to greet you. 

With you closer to him, he pulled you in for a warm and delicate embrace. You can feel the tears in his eyes falling down. “I’ve missed you so much,” you whisper in his ear. His arms tightened around you, offering a comforting warmth against the chill of the evening. For a moment, there were only the two of you in an intimate embrace, leaving only the soft rhythm of your heartbeats echoing in the quiet space between you.

 As you slowly move away from Gyomei’s grasp, you look up to him and see a delicate smile painted on his face. This offers you a bundle of joy. His hand cups your face to feel your being. “I’m so glad to be back home with you,” he says. You leaned on his hand and rubbed it. You never fail to appreciate the physical love you share with Gyomei.

“I apologize for having kept you waiting.”

“No, you don’t have to. I’m just happy you’re here with me now.”

“That reminds me,” he says. With a small pause, he pulled out a rectangle-shaped box from his pocket and gave it to you. “I got you something while I was away,” he continued. You opened the gift to see a sakura kanzashi. Your eyes lit up at how mesmerizing it was.

The smile on your face has doubled from what it was a while ago. You simply cannot help but be flattered by his gift. “I thought you were just the strongest and biggest Hashira there is,” you teased him. “You never told me that you’re also the sweetest Hashira.” 

A gentle chuckle escaped his lips. “I may be a hashira, but I am your husband too.”

You loved every moment you shared with Gyomei. It didn’t take long for your relationship with Himejima to flourish. Both of you were well respected by everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps. With your lineage as a relative of Kagaya Ubuyashiki and Gyomei’s position as the leader of the hashira, people tend to be attentive whenever you and your husband are both around. The other people thought you were a beloved couple. 

After you had dinner with Himejima, he held your hand on the way to your shared bedroom. The night was still young, and both of you decided to cozy up before sleeping together. This is something you enjoy with Gyomei during the night. He's lying at your back, and you're in his arms, watching the moon’s watchful gaze from your window. The size difference between both of you has made you feel like a stuffed toy for him. Himejima does not like to admit it, but he loves your size. He perceives you as a fragile being for him to forever protect and hold. 

“Are you comfortable enough, (y/n)? ”He asks you. You turned your head at him and nodded in response, only for him to plant a kiss on your forehead afterwards. The way his lips filled your forehead made you feel the love of Gyomei’s physical affection. 

It didn’t take long for you to face him and start kissing his cheeks one by one after another. Himejima could feel your kisses all over his face. Until you reached his lips, this caused him to be surprised and stare at you for a while. The eye contact you both had was full of tension until you both gave in to the pleasure of kissing each other on the lips. 

Your body was leaning at Himejima’s huge form with arms wrapped around his being, and you could feel the heat of his body pressing into you. His arms moved down from your hair, slowly reaching to your waist, feeling the moment he shared with you. It didn’t take long for your hands to feel his hard and muscular form, moving your hands from his shoulder to his biceps. You can feel Gyomei’s hands tighten his grip while holding your waist. This encouraged you to explore more of his built form with your hands while not holding back from the intimate union of both of your lips. 

Every part of him is bulky and strong; you can appreciate Himejima’s athletic physique as you continue caressing his body. Despite his large, hard chest, you felt the fast beat of his heart’s palpitation. As you were in the moment, you felt greedy for Himejima. You wanted more of him, and you needed more of Gyomei. Your left hand was supposed to feel his abdomen, but it dropped between his legs, where you felt the heat of his hot and large manhood. 

Himejima pushed you away. It took a moment for you to catch your breath. The tension, the heat, and the feeling were there, but Gyomei stopped them. For a while, you felt the feeling of embarrassment creep up from your head to your toe. ‘Was I pushing myself onto him? ’ you thought to yourself. 

This made you feel uneasy. For a woman, it is unlikely for this to happen or for you to feel this way. Numerous thoughts filled your head, and you questioned why Himejima stopped. He is your husband, and you have undergone the sacred act of marriage; you didn’t understand how it felt wrong. Not only that, it seems to you that Gyomei doesn’t feel as ‘attracted’ to you as you thought.

“(Y/n)—“ he uttered, but the embarrassment you felt made you not want to face your husband. 

The night felt like your first day; it was silent, and not much conversation was involved, which was different from how you fixed it to be. It also felt like a long night, as you could not put yourself to sleep. However, it felt like the stone hashira did not get to rest peacefully either. As you’ve noticed, Gyomei does not sleep silently. He has a deep, rumbling snore, and that is something you have observed after several nights of sleeping beside him.

The next morning, you can hear the morning chirps of the birds, and the sun rays hit a part of your room. Your eyes slowly opened to wake you up. Your hand reached out to your side to find the familiar being you sleep with. Himejima’s presence beside you was nowhere to be seen as you opened both your eyes. You sat down to collect yourself and saw his bed area fixed already. Thus, your brain recollects the memory of last night. You were hoping for that night to be just a nightmare. 

It was still too early in the morning. The thought of where your husband is is bothering you. ‘Did he leave for a mission?’ you pondered. You walked around your house to search for him. You peeked at the training area by your house, where Himejima usually does his morning meditation and training. There was no sign of him there. 

“My lady, are you looking for Himejima-sama?”You were startled by the voice of your older servant, Yoko. “Himejima-sama woke up early to train near the waterfall.”

It didn’t take long for you to go there and watch your husband do intense training. You can only watch from afar, as you do not want to talk to Himejima for now. The view of the stone hashira withstanding the pressure from the waterfall. With the time you spent knowing your husband, he only does intense training when he’s stressed after a battle where he could’ve saved many lives. However, to your knowledge, something like that did not happen previously.

This story has a Part 3.

[sandiaarts]

hello! I firstly wanted to say I hope you have a good 4th of July if you celebrate it. Secondly I really love how you draw Toji and Gojo! What program do you use?

And third I've been watching demon Slayer a lot lately. Is it ok to request Kagaya Ubuyashiki x reader? If not thank you for taking time out to read this!

Hello, you are very kind, thank you very much for your compliments. I'm glad you like how I draw them, I try to make them look pretty when I draw them.

Answering your question, I use Ibis Paint, but I would like to change programs.

Here is the drawing, I hope you like it, sorry if it is not what you expected.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

[plaguechyld]

Demon Slayer

♡ - nsfw ✧ - sfw

Muzan

Ghost!Muzan ♡

Ghost!Muzan AFAB ♡

Sub!Muzan ♡

NSFW headcanons ♡

Muzan and Enmu grinding on reader's thighs ♡

Sub!Muzan x Reader x Kokushibo ♡

Omega!Human!Muzan x Reader ♡

Eating out AFAB Muzan ♡

Enemies with benefits ♡

Omega!Muzan x Enigma!Reader headcanons ♡

Eating out Muzan drabble ♡

Kokushibo

Sub!Kokushibo ♡

F!demon!reader x Kokushibou ♡

Douma

Omega!Douma ♡

Akaza

Aphrodisiacs ♡

Enmu

Muzan and Enmu grinding on reader's thighs ♡

Kagaya

You Don’t Need Your Eyes to See ✧

Fucking Kagaya to sleep ♡

Sub!Kagaya x Dom!Gn!Reader ♡

Giyuu

uppermoon!reader x sub!giyuu ♡

[forsworned]

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

The smell of bergamot and hinoki fills your senses are you grasp onto his firm and sturdy physique. His unruly hair tickles at the apples of your cheeks and the tip of nose as he lets out strangled groan. Nails digging into his porcelain skin as he rutted his hips against yours in a slow and deep fashion, watching as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

"Right there..." You uttere feeling the his tip hit just the right spot after only a few minutes. His lovely lips curling into a smug smile at his feat.

"Already?" A moan barely manages to escape your lips as he thrusts into your sweet spot over and over again.

"Y-yes...Hah...You're gonna make me..." You could barely even finish your sentence.

The feeling of ecstasy was taking over your body with every pump. His slender fingers just barely probing your clit in circular motions was sending you over the edge. You feel yourself slowly unraveling with every roll of his hips.

His lips dive into your neck as he feels himself starting to come undone. Teeth sinking into your neck and you cry out his name as you card your fingers through his tousled hair. He shudders as he rides his high, and his body gives out in pure gratification, although still rutting into you as you moan incessantly.

The fervent feeling exploding in your lower abdomen and you struggle to catch your breath as it feels never ending. You hadn't even realized how loud you were being as the satisfaction hit and then dissipated without hurry.

His heavy form slightly hovers over yours as he pulls out from you and watches as your mixed arousal sticks to him. His eyes widen and he cracks a savory grin. "You came so much, [name]."

You glance down as you wipe the sweat off of your brow, feeling winded by your high. There seemed to a mess between your legs, sticking at your bare thighs. You observ how he traces his thumb over your sopping slit and you shiver at his touch, still not over how hard he made you cum. Mouth agape as he brings his thumb to his mouth and licks it off. "Let's do that again."

꒰tengen, sanemi, gyomei, kagaya, michikatsu꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

[pillow-anime-talk]

where you go, i go.

request: i saw write for kagaya and as a simp for him, thank you! if i may, request a scenario where before the confrontation with muzan, kagaya had begged for reader to not be there with him but reader refuses. she takes a hold of his hand, bring his knuckles to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss on his hand. gently but firmly stating that he’s her companion in life. the love of her life. she will not leave him alone. she will stay right by his side no matter what may come to pass. [i had gotten the idea from the quote “we have lived together for many years. where you go, i go” of ida straus to her husband isidor straus. i think that this would suit the relationship] 

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; soft romance; drama; mostly angst; mention of death and crying; kagaya and reader have children; sfw?

includes: female reader ft. kagaya ubuyashiki {kny}

author’s note: it was a beautiful request and i’m sorry you waited so long for it! love u, anonnie ♥

These were hard months for people, for whole Demon Slayer Corps, and most of all for you and your loved one, who buried many of his combatants, many of his ‘children’. Both you and your husband knew that it was a matter of several hours before Muzan would reach your current place of residence and start wreaking havoc and murder innocent people, destroy crops and houses, and kill animals grazing in meadows or resting in stables and cowsheds. The Demon King wanted to catch both your partner and Tanjirou’s little demon sister, and you had to be prepared for that; both mentally and physically.

Your husband begged you to take your children and hide in a safe place for you (preferably underground with a supply of food and water), to run as far away as possible from the King walking towards you and forget about what has been going on for the last few months (e.g. to find someone better, someone with whom your future will be bright and peaceful). But you were stubborn, Kagaya knew it very well.

“...I’m begging you, Y/N. Just go away and live safely without me.” The blind man turned his head in your direction and you just frowned. The chirping of the last birds reached your ears, and you muttered something unintelligible under your breath.

“... Why would I leave a person who is my whole world?” You asked rhetorically and the man only sighed in response. You were really stubborn and stuck to your point. “We have lived together for many years, Kagaya. Where you go, I go. Do you remember? We promised that to each other on our wedding day.” You smiled softly, and the twenty-three-year-old seemed to sense your changing facial expressions. His heart, though it shouldn’t have, was beating faster.

“Yes, I know, my dear. But I don’t want anything bad to happen to you and kids, you need to understand that, Y/N.” He said, listening to the wind and the sound of flowing water from the tiny stream in front of your property. The rustle of leaves and bushes was also pleasant to the ear.

You moved closer to your husband and then took both of his hands in a strong grip. Kagaya obviously appreciated the gesture, and the moment you lifted his hands to your own warm lips and placed a tender kiss on both of his hands, he understood that you would not leave him, even if you go to certain deaths. It wasn’t your style, it wasn’t in your genes.

“So let’s get through this together.” He said in a low voice so as not to wake your sleeping children at home. You nodded your head, thanking him for his understanding.

“...Let us also die together.” You replied with a confident face and then hugged the man, inhaling his characteristic, pleasant smell reminiscent of old pine and fresh peonies. “Where you are, there I am.” You said, closing your eyes, dreaming of life and a world where there are no demons, death and war. About such a life where there are only you two, your offspring, laughter and love. 

It was a beautiful vision.

[muzansfangs]

Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Yoriichi, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Gyomei (mentioned).

Warnings: fluff, implied sexual content (although nothing descriptive), mention to death, murder, attempted murder, traumatic events, partial loss of memory, use of gun, adoption, use of alcohol.

Plot: after the shower, you find yourself face to face with Muzan. Words meant to be unspoken finally slip from his mouth and, for the first time ever, there’s not just lust in his actions. You come to terms with your feelings and, while you bend your knee to him, he does the same. In the meanwhile, Kagaya, your real father and Yoriichi meet up for a confrontation. Yoriichi will do his best to bring you back to your “real” home and Kagaya wants Muzan’s head.

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SUBMISSION.

The moment you stepped into the shower with him, you knew it was going to be a long night.

Everytime your eyes locked, your back hit the white marble wall behind you and his mouth chased yours in fervent kisses. The warm water cascaded over your naked bodies, running down your backs, drawing irregular patterns down your legs. The sweet scent of vanilla and honey filled the steamy atmosphere, piercing your nose and entering your lungs through the breathtaking kisses.

As long as you were enjoying it, your heart ached. You had told yourself a million times, from the day you first moved into his manor, not to fall for him and deceive yourself, for Muzan Kibutsuji was no good.

He left the shower before you were finished washing away the soap from your body. His lips planted one last kiss on your forehead, before he turned his back at you "Join me in the living room, once you are done" he said calmly on his way out, exiting the shower cubicle and grabbing a black towel from the towel horse beside the sink.

You watched him leave from the foggy glasses, the sound of the door closing behind his back signaling you that he was no longer in the bathroom and you were left alone with a fire burning into your heart, a fire you could not bring under control.

Muzan Kibutsuji, the man you had fallen for through the pages of the magazines, the one you did not believe you could ever meet in your whole life, was the one you had blindly said yes to. Why did you do it? Why did you leave your life behind and decided to start a new fake one with him? And, above all, what you were feeling for him was even real? The things he said and the things he did for you were part of his wicked scheme too? Probably. Still, he was addictive and you kept on forgetting not to give him your heart too.

The main reason why you had left your apartment without hesitation was because you were utterly alone. You had no brothers or sisters to come back to, you were an orphan. Of course, you had some good friends by your side, and your uncle Gyomei, but they had their own lives to deal with. You had nothing to lose.

You were kind of tired to be a lone wolf.

Searching comfort into the arms of a stranger, of a dangerous man, was not the smartest choice to make.

Why did you have such a bad taste in men? Muzan Kibutsuji was undeniably hot, but he also was a psychopathic killer.

While you naturally blamed it on the years of loneliness spent dealing with your problems alone, you also thought it was the feeling of being around someone who could protect you that made you so attracted to him. Your parents's murder had permanently left you scared of being chased down by the same person who had killed them.

You often asked yourself why he had not come back to finish what he had started. Did he think you were dead? You remembered someone had shot you. You remembered running into the darkness, feeling his hot breath on your neck as he tried to catch you. He did not succeed in it though. Someone had stopped him. You had even got a glimpse of your savior, in your peripheral. He had a high ponytail and some peculiar earrings you had never seen before.

Obviously, they started fighting, but you still asked yourself what had happened to them. The last thing you remembered was falling downstairs and banging your head against the cold floor.

You had fainted, or so you had been told at the hospital. You had to spend a month in there, crying yourself to sleep and cursing your stupid, compromised memory for not recalling the monster's features. Then your uncle came to pick you up and you lived with him until you got that job at the restaurant and you were finally able to claim your independence.

The same independence you had kind of lost with Muzan, though.

You sighed, wrapping yourself into a towel and drying your hair. Before you had even realized it, you were heading barefoot to the living room in a oversized, black t-shirt of the Rolling Stones. It was a gift from Giyuu, something you were deeply attached to. Every time you slept over at his house and you forgot to bring your pajamas over, he gave you this t-shirt. Three years ago, he had ultimately decided you could keep it. It had become a sort of 'comfy outfit’, as you liked to call it.

And, as a matter of fact, you were looking for comfort. It was better being in a cozy shirt for the incoming fight and you had even mentally prepared a detailed speech to declaim.

A speech that you forgot, as if it had disappeared from your head, died on your tongue, as your eyes landed on the scenery before you.

The first thing catching your eyes was Muzan, who was sitting on the large leather sofa wearing a simple silky dressing gown. He had popped up a bottle of champagne, the finest of course. Two flûtes were settled on the glass coffee table at his feet, inviting you to drink it and enjoy yourself. Next to it, there was a silvery tray filled with a variety of sushi you had never seen before in your whole life. The cherry on top were the two basins in the middle of it: one of them was filled with strawberries, the other with melted chocolate.

Why? Why did he have to make it so hard for you to hate him? Why was he acting like a caring boyfriend, all of a sudden?

Muzan darted his eyes on you, his gaze scrutinizing your frame up and down for a few seconds, before he reached his hand out and grabbed the two flûtes of champagne "I did not know you were into the Rolling Stones" he noted, standing up and ambling towards you carrying a suffocating charm with him.

It was crazy. He knew everything about you. How could he forget your favorite band? It sounded so wrong. Apparently, he did not have anything under control, as he thought.

Your answer, however, soothed his nerves "I'm not. – you murmured, grabbing the flûte he was offering you – I just liked the t-shirt" you shortly added, watching the way his crimson hues twinkled even so slightly, as if he had just heard something pleasing coming from your mouth. You blamed it on your infatuation, though.

He nodded his head and gestured for you to take a seat "You have plenty of questions to ask me, right?" he stated, taking a small sip of his drink and following you back on couch.

"Of course, I have. – you agreed, propping your chin on the palm of your hand – Here's the first one: who are you and what you did of Muzan Kibutsuji?" you joked, cracking up a faint smile to ease off some nervousness engulfing your stomach.

The raven-haired man rolled his eyes at you "I'm unique and irreplaceable, darling. Untouchable too, if I may remind you of who I am" he remarked, glancing at you with a captivating, mischivious smirk.

You scrunched your nose and leant over to grasp the set of chopsticks on the coffee table, your eyes trailed on the assorted sushi tray in front of you. The nigiri looked absolutely inviting and, careful not to mess up the plate, you grasped one. As you brought the delicious food to your mouth, you could feel his eyes on you and, turning your head towards him, you ended up losing yourself into his red hues. You blushed and shoved the nigiri into your mouth, sighing as your taste buds exploded in ecstasy for the delicacy you were being fed with.

You had never eaten such a tasty nigiri. You hated to admit it, but Muzan only offered you the best.

"You are acting weird" you casually said, averting your eyes from him and staring at your lap. This romantic dinner was literally going to be agonizing, the equivalent of being skinned alive.

Muzan quirked his eyebrows up, taking another sip of his drink "Am I?" he curiously asked you, twirling the sparkling drink into the glass.

"Yes, you are" you piped out, before reaching your arm out to grasp another piece of sushi. His flirtatious and careless antics were not going to ruin your tasting.

Muzan did not reply at first. He watched you eating for a few minutes, the flush on your cheeks tickling his ego and forcing him to swallow his pride. You looked beautiful like that, but you were beautiful in a way only a man in love would see you as. You were cute.

Just before you could assault another uramaki, his hand latched around your wrist with a firm, but gentle grip. Your gaze flicked up to him, brows furrowed in the vain attempt to see past his impassible face. It was hard assuming his thoughts. It was like he never let anybody him. Muzan Kibutsuji was just like an ancient book, written in a language yet to be deciphered by linguists and archaeologists, that kept back a ominous prophecy. He was a disastrous, cataclysmic mystery no one could ever be prepared for.

He shifted his position, scooting closer to you, until your naked knees brushed and you were forced to struggle to steady your breath. You watched him attentively, you followed the way his hand reached into the bowl of strawberries and picked one, only to dip the bittersweet fruit into the melted chocolate, coating it almost in the middle.

Half-lidded eyes boring into his ones, you parted your lips as you realised what he wanted to do. Your grip on the chopsticks loosened and the thin sticks clattered on the floor. You flinched, scared of having ruined the moment, and lowerd your gaze to your lap, but he grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"Open your mouth for me" he purred, an ounce of authority still resounding in his words.

You shivered, his hand guiding the fruit towards your lips as you obediently executed his command. But as he fed you the strawberry, as you suppressed a moan at the taste of it, and his eyes bored into yours, you realized that you did not just want to please him. No, it was something boyond your mere submission. You did it willingly. Your lips had parted before he had even asked you to do it. You were doomed, he had casted his spell on you and, now, as he pushed his thumb past your lips, you were absolutely certain that you would have not been able to break free from that curse.

You blushed, as he tugged at your arm, pulling you closer to him. Your hands planted on his exposed chest, his lips hovering over yours and the electricity sparking around you took your breath away.

"What are you doing?" you breathed out, batting your eyes close.

"Isn't it obvious? – he whispered, one of his hand finding its way on your hip – I'm trying to make you like me" he said, stroking his nose against your cheek.

You scoffed "You are just messing with my head. You seem to care about... About this, about me. It feels real, at times" you replied, lifting your eyelids to argue something back.

He cupped your cheek in his hand "Perhaps, I do care".

Your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected confession, your will to build a wall around your heart wavering for a few seconds. Despite that, you tried your best to resist him.

"See? Stop this play, please—" you retorted, but you choked on your own words as kissed you, pushing you down onto the couch.

His lips devoured yours, his hand tracing the outline of your breast, letting it travel down your stomach and slipping past your worn-out t-shirt. You moaned into his mouth as he ground his groin onto yours, eliciting soft whimpers from your now rosy lips. You hated him, God, you really did. He was probably a master of manipulation, yet it was your fault if you had this power over you.

You had bent the knee, he had simply made you his faithful vassal.

"I'm not fucking playing, dear" he rasped, biting on your lower lip softly, after the last fervent kiss.

"Muzan... What are we?" you blurted out, his dark locks tickling your nose. You were still dazed for the thrill of the lustuful kisses he had gifted you with, therefore you had troubles in processing the words he said afterwards. But the inner, burning desire you felt for him made your tongue act on its on will.

"You are the frustrating woman who is driving me crazy, Y/N. – he said through gritted teeth, pinning your hands above your head – I am the man who is holding back not to cross the line. You are the one that I ultimately desire to have by my side" he said, watching your chest raise and fall erratically through the pants.

You looked so innocent, he almost did not want to ruin you further. But you just had to make it hard for him not to, right? You stared at him in defiance, your eyes glowing as if you wanted him to break you.

"What do you want from me?" you spat, seeking an admission from him.

"Your genuine love".

You blushed, biting the insides of your cheeks not to expose yourself too much. However, you royally messed up with three simply words.

"Court me then" you murmured, only to see how Muzan froze solid for a few seconds. You, you were the one messing with his head. You were the devil dragging him down to Hell. You had just had the audacity to ask of him something he had never done out of pure love in his own life. He courted people for business, to lure them into his trap, not to love them.

But with you it was different, right? With you, either you loved him or not, it would have been forever.

Therefore, raising on his knees, he smirked down at you "So be it. – he mused, unting the already loosened knot of his dressing gown – But I demand one last thing from you. Your complete submission".

The night was far from being over and before you could even nod your head at him, he had already flipped you over your stomach. Muzan Kibutsuji, the soon to be President, would have not left a single part of you unclaimed. You could bet your head on it.

♚

"I should have killed him when I had the chance" the tall Slayer said, pouring himself a glass of whisky. Anger, rage, he was consumed by the idea of you, the kid he had rescued that night from Muzan, currently being his newest follower. He wondered how he had failed in chopping his head off of his shoulders, or how he had failed in penetrating his heart with the blade.

Maybe, he would have missed the heart because he did not have one. Still, that man was alive and you were gone.

Kagaya joined him, their eyes scanning the cityline as they sipped on their drinks silently. There were things he wanted to say. Not only to Yoriichi, or Muzan. There were things he wanted to tell you, but he could not. How can you tell someone their entire life has been a complete lie? How could you tell them the parents they cried for every year, kneeling on their graves, were not their biological parents? You were a mistake, according to his father. You had to disappear from his son's life.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki, your father, had never gotten the chance to hold you in his arms.

Despite that, he had forgiven his father. Kindness had be instilled into you too. He had watched you grow up, rooted for you from afar. You were his daughter, no matter where you were.

"We all make mistakes, Yoriichi. We are humans, imperfect creatures failing relentlessly. – he started, clearing his throat – But there are good people out there who can forgive us, who love us despite our flaws" he calmly said, saddness dusting his pale purple eyes.

It occured to him that you could be so kind, big-hearted and good that someone would have risked it all to have you. He did not imagine it was going to be Muzan, though.

He had to kill him to have you back. For his daughter could not love such a monster. For his daughter, you, his snowflake, would have forgiven his father a second time.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! As promised, here we are with another chapter. Yoriichi is pissed and, to be honest, we all know what a pissed Yoriichi means… Also, Kagaya is finally making his official appearence. But, above all, Muzan is slightly becoming submissive, don’t you think? Well, Y/N is clearly challenging him!

Until next, I love you!

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[muzanswifey]

Can I nsfw request headcannons of Dragon!Kagaya x Reader please? It’s fine if you ignore it!

Dragon!Kagaya x Fem!Reader

18+

Oooo this will be interesting 🤔 ive never done anything nsfw for kagaya before so lets give it a try

Warnings: Smut, dragon au, kagaya is still blind, handjobs, blowjobs, riding, cowgirl, knotting, creampie, thank-you sex

Unlike most dragons, he’s quite accustomed to human ways and is thoroughly educated on the differences of the two species

But that isn't to say he doesn't feel the same instincts and urges as all other dragons do

So when you wander into his cave one quiet night, the first thing he can even think of doing is keeping you there

He does everything he can to extend your stay, feeding you, letting you take a nice warm bath in one of the many hot springs that decorate his abode, warning you of the many dangers that lurk around at night, yet you still insist you must get going, not wanting to be a bother

But he continues to urge you, practically begging you not to leave, and he's just been so nice that you give in

You stay for a grand total of 3 weeks, your every attempt at leaving met with a sad expression and worry from him, but you push past the sadness it brings you, finally leaving the way you came

It gets darker a lot faster than you thought it would, suspicious sounds filling your ears at every turn, when you reach a dead end of stone, absolutely certain this wasn't her last time, you start to worry

Several dragons corner you in, snarling and snapping at you dangerous close and you scream out

Just when they're about to grab you, 2 more individuals sweep in, swiping at your tormenters and shooing them away

As everything settles down, they come better into view, two large males, one hellishly large and blank eyes, the other a bit shorter with crazy white hair and scars, your confused as you stare at them until another comes out from the foliage, who you quickly recognize to be Kagaya

He softly asks if you are alright and you can't stop yourself from leaping into his arms, so overwhelmed and traumatized by what had just happened

Your still sobbing as he takes you back to his cave, his rumbling purrs deep within his chest and tender cooing eventually calming you down

As he cradles you in his arms as he lays you both down into his nest, your overcome with a sense of intimacy you've never quite felt before, it runs all the way from you tingling brain down to your curling toes, a wave of slickness rushing out of your core

He must be able to sense it as he nuzzles into you, bathing you in his scent while mumbling sweet praises into your ear

You giggle as you fall deeper into him, unable to stop yourself from lazily humping at his lap, hazy stupidity glazing over your brain quickly with the growing vibrations of his purr

You're the first to undress yourself, letting his hands roam about to memorize your body with touch rather than sight, then you push his robe open, taking his thickening cock in your hand and pumping it slowly, he groans aloud, leaning into your neck to bite and lick carvings into your neck

You drop down to take his member into your mouth, bobbing up and down to suck him until he finally reaches full hardness and twitches harshly

You ride him gently, rocking your hips to and fro and unintentionally stimulating his growing knot with your puffy cunt lips, he pants underneath you, worshipping your perfection and encouraging you to take what you need from him

When the time comes, he warns you, prompting you to slap your hips down a top his and swallowing his knot into your tight heat

He practically whimpers, humping up into you and jostling where you're locked, the movement has you whining, throwing you into your own orgasm and further milking him into your womb

You lay a top him exhausting, both of you peacefully falling asleep with his cock and cum stuck inside of you and his voice lulling you to unconsciousness with sweet nothings

[faintrustle]

UBUYASHIKI

[megan-is-mia]

kagaya and amane x reader porn link

me and @curlyhairednerd wrote a three-way smut about the kagaya and amane on ao3. maybe come and read it!

[letbludcook]

warning. explicit sexual content.

i have a breeding kink just for fun okay i don't have the slightest desire to bear a child

but help dear god, the way he starts looking at you so lovingly—in utter reverence, even—as he slowly notices the changes in your body after you told him you're having his child? my word. he is beyond saying.

your hormones would sometimes have the ick on that very loving gaze, but oftentimes, especially when you're touching yourself at night to ease the stress of pregnancy, you couldn't help but make it your primary image of pleasure. it makes you close your eyes in a bliss, makes you arch your back, makes you moan until he hears you from the other room, until he walks to your queen-sized bed to offer a little help as your loving husband.

he knows your body could only take his fingers, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to put himself inside just to feel how wet you are, how loud the squelching noises of his dick slamming in and his balls slapping your skin would be. he's physically aching to adore the changes he had induced in your body. you tell him your body changes are unpleasant because it doesn't fit the stereotypical standard of beauty—quite funny that you think he'd be able to see the point, though. this man is so down bad for you.

your nipples getting more swollen, brownish, and round? beautiful. your arms and hips plumper? oh god help him fight the urge to touch them at every chance he could get. and most especially, your tummy growing day by day as it bravely adjusts to the comfort of your child? he never thought he could feel even more love for you, more than he ever had when he married you. you are just so beautiful it makes him insane, even in places he's supposed to think about others. do you even know how many times people had caught him giggling at the corner of the room for no reason? pathetically down bad, that's what he is.

and as you're about to reach your peak with his fingers flicking faster and faster alongside yours to keep up, he cups your cheek and says;

"goodness, darling, look at that. look at you—"

he lands a chaste peck on your forehead the same moment you moan out loud;

"—look how my love has changed you."

his remark took you unexpectedly your hips stared shaking. love juices spurt out of you with a broken sob. he toppled that with a hungry kiss. he rides out your high with his tongue inside your mouth, decreasing the volume of your moans the same way he slows his fingers down.

you end up knocked out, mouth hang open, lips swollen and red, all that and he could only smile like a lovesick boy who kissed his crush for the first time.

oh, his lovely wife. you are so thoroughly loved.

ERWIN smith, WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, KAGAYA ubuyashiki, UZUI tengen, GOJO satoru, JEAN kirstein

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello! can you do a scenario where giyu is already promised to y/n by kagaya in an betrothed announcement in one of their hashira meetings, but every other hashira is trying to either convince force or kidnapped the reader into marrying them? This is due to y/n having the ability to heal others and kagaya wants more healers since no one has ever heard of such a power and the amount of slayers being killed. So in order to create more offsprings with this ability he sets up a betrothed that you and giyu agreed to. But the other hashira are jealous and want in on y/n’s whole future in the matter.

Healer’s Dilemma w/ Fem Reader | Yandere Demon Slayer

Kagaya wouldn’t forcefully marry you, even if that’s what someone in his position would do 

You born without his curse illness and with some miraculous ability to heal 

He’d rather not force you to hide your gift when you can help his other children or the world for that matter

But he knows how desirable you might be

Not only to Muzan as a link to Kagaya but to many who would intend to do exactly what you’d both hate most

Kagaya, your dearest Papa cares deeply for you

And he fights for your freedom 

Even if it leads you to find a different kind of love with someone else

“Papa I wish to marry Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira.”

“...This is your decision my daughter?”

“Yes, Papa. I want to marry him more than anything!”

“I could never fight your earnesty…then I give my blessing.”

He knows about the others obsessions 

he doesn’t need to see it when he can feel it

Giyuu mentions the leave he’ll be taking at the next meeting

“Ah how unfortunate for (Y/n) to be married to a wet sack like Tomioka-san.”

“Tch sounds to me like ya knocked her up, to get that ring.”

“Sanemi!”

“Please everyone. Do not disrespect (Y/n)-sama.”

“S-sorry Tomioka.”

“...”

“Hah, but if that…requirement hasn’t been met then…if another did it’d surely nullify any other petty engagement…Right?”

“...”

“...”

“If any of you try anything I will decapitate you as I do demons. Don’t. Try. It.”

“Whoa so scary, Tomioka-san! Too bad no one was listening.”

It’ll be a collective effort to protect your engagement

It’d be even more interesting when the hashira soon realize just how determined you are to have your freedom

“My Papa let me choose. He promises to let me be free. I will not have any of you get in my way!”