#. demon 🔥

[doumadono]

think if reader had muzan's child and they're breastfeeding their baby & he see the child getting milk, would he be like 'hey. gimme some of that.' i imagine reader would be flustered but down for it aha

SINFUL SUNDAY

Muzan found himself in an unexpected situation. Clad in his usual elegant attire, Muzan stood beside you, the mother of his child, as you cradled your newborn in your arms. The soft glow of the moonlight falling through a large window bathed the chamber.

Your infant, a delicate mix of human and demon heritage, nestled against your chest, eagerly latching onto your breast for sustenance.

Muzan observed with a calculating gaze, his crimson eyes narrowing as he fixated on the scene before him. "I want some of that too," Muzan's voice, smooth and tinged with arrogance, sliced through the silence. His eyes bore into yours, a twisted curiosity playing in their depths. There was a certain arrogance in his demeanor, as if he believed that even the act of breastfeeding held a power dynamic that he could exploit.

You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his audacity. "You're a demon king, Muzan-sama. I hardly think breast milk is on the menu for someone of your stature."

Muzan's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Stature has nothing to do with cravings, my dear mortal. A feeble concoction of life's essence, bestowed upon the weak and vulnerable is making me curious." The demon king circled around you, his gaze never leaving the child at your breast.

With a sense of reluctant compliance, you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance required to navigate the temperamental whims of the father of your child. Gently cradling the infant in your arms, you approached a meticulously crafted wooden crib, adorned with the most opulent silk blanket money could buy. You carefully nestled the child within the confines of its plush sanctuary.

Upon your return to Muzan's presence, you once again nodded, a gesture that carried the weight of unspoken acquiescence. The Demon Lord, perched regally, regarded you with an air of entitlement as he gestured for you to take a seat beside him on an elegantly crafted couch. Complying, you lowered yourself gracefully onto the plush cushions, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension.

Without delay, Muzan's hands moved with a possessive confidence, cupping yours breast in a gesture that bespoke both control and desire. Muzan deftly slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, revealing a portion of your chest. His gaze fixated on the rounded swell of your breast, brimming with nourishing milk. The baby's suckling had left the aureola of your breast darkened.

The demon bent down, taking the bud into his mouth. He began to suckle gently, ensuring the sharp edges of his fangs didn't cause any discomfort to you. As the milk flowed into his mouth, he hummed with satisfaction, savoring the runny sweetness that gradually evolved with each sip.

You found yourself in a bewildering situation, unsure of how to react as he drank your milk. Eventually, you tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder, seeking a semblance of stability.

He continued to suckle, delicately pressing against the breast with his chilly hand. His long, pointed nails lightly brushed against the tender flesh, making you yelp a little.

"Shhh," he whispered, taking the bud out of his mouth to look directly at you. "We don't want the baby to wake up."

Muzan swiftly removed your remaining sleeve of the nightgown, revealing your chest completely to his hungry, crimson eyes. He then shifted his focus to the other breast, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple. He took his time, gently sucking while flicking his tongue against the hardened bud. The milk spilled into his mouth again, prompting a satisfied hum. The entire experience, he realized, had an unintended consequence — his pants felt uncomfortably tight in the crotch.

The experience had a profound effect on you as well. You moaned quietly in relief as he eased the tension in your breasts by gently drinking the accumulated milk. "Oh, my lord," you whispered, gently caressing his shoulder.

Muzan took your hand and directed it toward his groin, where a noticeable bulge had formed.

Without a second thought, you sensed the texture of his hardened penis through the fabric of his pants and began to delicately massage it whilst his tongue massaged the erected nipple.

As things intensified, Muzan pulled away, fixing a stern gaze on your flushed face. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding. "I want to take you, right here and now. And who knows, perhaps you'll birth me another heir soon."

[mopfishh]

🔥🍃 - too hot

[ningadudexx]

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[thecaywild]

Thoughts?

[citrusbugz]

My internet got cut off so I can't share the M! IK suggestions I did on pc 💀💀 but y'all can have the traditional WIP then!

I'll paint them w acrylics ☝️ I jut need to find my thicker paper and transfer, probably will post more wips.

If it ends up good it will go to the poster wall bc I've wanted smth of M!IK for a while.

[thewinterpillarhashira]

my rop pookz in one piece i die no regrets now 🤞

[akaneiroxxx]

Which color ? 🦇🩸

[paninidanini]

Yumi and Kyo art + Yumi outfits, friends and some family sketch!

[doumadono]

For sinful sunday if you still accept. Sanemi eating his gf's pussy and fucking her rough after a very exhausting day of training that made his rage and stress accumulate to the point he needs to unleash it

SINFUL SUNDAY

Sanemi had spent the day training with all his might. His muscles ached from the grueling exercises, and his rage and stress accumulated, demanding release.

His thoughts turned to you, a strong and beautiful woman who shared the life with him. The mere thought of your soft skin and intoxicating scent sent a spark of desire coursing through him.

As the evening approached, he found himself standing outside the door to your chambers, heart pounding and hands trembling. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

You lay on the futon, your hair fanned out on the pillow. "Sanemi," you whispered, sitting up to greet him. "What are you doing h...."

"I need you," he said gruffly, his voice betraying his raw desire as he interrupted you.

Your eyes widened, but you didn't recoil.

Sanemi took a step closer, his gaze fixed on yours. He reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair away from your face, marveling at the softness of your skin.

You swallowed hard, and he could see the anticipation in your eyes. Aware that your dear boyfriend, in such a state, was beyond reasoning and driven by primal instincts, you chose to alleviate his tension instead.

Sanemi didn't waste any more time. He climbed on top of you, pinning you down beneath him with a fierce intensity that made your heart race. His lips crashed down on yours, and his tongue darted out, tasting your sweetness.

Breaking the kiss, Sanemi began to explore your body, running his hands over your curves and leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

You arched your back, desperate for more, and his hand found its way to your breast. He teased your nipple through the fabric of your silky nightgown, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

Sanemi's hand continued its downward journey, and he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of your nightgown. He found your soft folds, and he groaned with pleasure.

Without warning, Sanemi yanked your nightgown up your legs, exposing your naked body, and he buried his face between your thighs, his tongue delving into your folds with a passion that made you cry out. He lapped at you with a fierceness that set your body alight, and you bucked your hips, desperate for more. Sanemi's fingers joined the dance, pumping in and out of your slick pussy as his tongue teased your clit.

You could feel the orgasm building inside you, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you fully. With one final stroke of Sanemi's tongue, you shattered, your cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

But Sanemi wasn't done yet. He climbed back up your body, fumbled with his belt and zipper, his eyes burning with intensity. He finally pushed his hakama pants down his thighs, just under the curve of his firm ass, and positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his rock-hard cock.

You looked up at him, your eyes pleading, and he thrust inside you with a force that stole your breath away.

Sanemi began to fuck you with a roughness you never endured before, his hips pistoning in and out of you with a feverish pace.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, and he let out a primal growl. "Oh! 'Nemi! More, more!" you begged.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion that sent waves of pleasure crashing through both of you.

Sanemi's cock slid in and out of your slick pussy, hitting that sweet spot that sent shudders of pleasure through your body. You could feel another orgasm building, this one even more intense than the last.

Sanemi could sense your impending climax, and he slammed into you harder, his hips moving with a frenzy that sent you over the edge.

You cried out in ecstasy, your pussy clenching around his cock as the waves of pleasure washed over you.

Sanemi groaned, his body going rigid as he released inside you, filling you with his warmth. He collapsed on top of you, his breath hot against your skin as he caught his breath.

As your breathing slowed, Sanemi withdrew, slipping out of you with a gentleness that belied the intensity of your lovemaking. He rolled onto his back and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. "Thank you, Y/N. I would have gone crazy if I..."

"Ssshhh," you hushed, placing your index finger to his slightly chapped lips. "I know."

In the aftermath of your frenzied intercourse, you lay in silence, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a feeling of contentment and satisfaction that left you feeling truly alive.

And as Shinazugawa drifted off to sleep, he knew that no matter what the future held, he would always have you - his partner, his confidante, his everything.

[mopfishh]

Mutual Want

[dash-o-frost]

Demon Kyojuro and Senjuro. 🦉🔥

Just a couple of owl boys, waiting to munch on yours corps. No biggie

Muzan thought keeping Senjuro around was a liability and made Kyojuro soft. That was until he tried to get rid of the boy and swiftly found out Kyojuro gets a whole lot stronger when Senjuro life is threatened.

[aggretsu96]

Second one! Also, had a blast with this one, really challenged me to do some different textures and details.

[punchesyou]

HATSUNE MIKU!??!!?!?

[generativetenebrousautomata]

[mrskokushibo]

This is so gorgeous 😍 💖 ❤️. Love these two 💞. The men of my dreams...💜☀️🌙

Artist: oyumai

[ayumiz-yumiz]