#Yushiro x reader

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

How they eat it

Upper moons + tamayo & yushiro <33 also sorry I couldn't add any more pics. This app only allows 10 pics lol

Warnings: female bodied reader, sub reader, pussy eating, squriting, over stimulation, nipple play, fingering, pussy slapping, praising and Degrading,face sitting

Akaza

Akaza who has your legs over his shoulders having his whole mouth pleasuring your pussy and his fingers playing with your nipples

Akaza who smirks and lightly chuckles at how you cry out for him, begging for him not to stop with your shaking legs and whimpering for him

Akaza who says "come on. Don't hide those erotic faces. Keep your eyes on me", "that's it, cum for me like a good girl you are", "keep making those pretty sounds for me. I want you screaming my name when you cum"

Akaza who keeps licking your clit and holding your waist when you squirt on his tounge. Tounge fucking you though your orgasm

Douma

Douma who smiles down at your shaking body, fingering you before pleasuring you with his tounge

Douma who kisses your clit before giving you soft kitten licks on clit with his fingers still thrusting in your pussy

Douma who stops and pulls his fingers out just to hear you whimper from the lose feeling

Douma who says "look at this pussy clenching around nothing and this throbbing clit. You poor thing, did you want me to keep going?", "Hold out just a little longer. You haven't gone dumb on my tongue yet, have you?", "like my fingers? Let's see how many fingers you can take!"

Douma who uses his fingers to pinch at your clit and tounge fucks you to taste your creaming pussy when you cum

Kokushibo

Kokushibo who makes it his goal to make you squirt and have you a mess underneath him.

Kokushibo who places his hands on your hips but just enough to be underneath your ass to raise your hips up to have your pussy in his face

Kokushibo who says "so needy... rolling these hips, getting close?", "I like that face, you're eyes rolling back when I like this clit just right"

Kokushibo who can't help but smirk and always puts his hand on your abdomen applying just enough pressure to make you whine loudly and fingers you roughly until youre squirting on his tounge

Fem muzan

Muzan who has you laying down on the bed with legs open and has you rubbing your clit in front of her

Muzan who keeps eye contact with you and scolds you from trying to hide your face or not keeping your eyes open

Muzan who says "don't you fucking dare look away from me. I want to see those pretty, teary eyes when you make yourself cum", "look how wet you're getting. What a needy slut you are", "make yourself cum and I might just eat you out. If you beg that is"

Muzan who curls and thrusts her fingers in the right spot while sucking on your clit making you make a mess on her fingers

Tamayo

Tamayo who favorite postion to eating your pussy is 69 with you on top having the most control.

Tamayo who gets turned on from how you try to retreat your hips from her and pulls you back making you gasp

Tamayo who says "don't run from me, my sweet girl", "if only you could see how wet you are", "mhm~ I love the feeling of you moaning on my pussy when i suck your clit"

Tamayo who moans on your clit while she cums and makes sure to lick you clean after you cum

yushiro

yushiro who has your legs pushed back to your shoulders while eating you out sloppy and messy.

yushiro who chuckles when he slips his tounge into your pussy, tounge fucking you and holds your shaking legs as he tastes your arousal

Yushiro who can't stop eating you out even after having you cum on his tounge

Yushiro who says "aw crying already? Am I making you feel so good you gotta cry? ", "that's it. Whine like a needy bitch for me and cum on my tounge again crying already? Am I making you feel so good you gotta cry? ", "that's it. Whine like a needy bitch for me and cum on my tounge again

Aizetsu

Aizetsu who has you laying down on your back with your legs spread roughly licking at your clit and flicking his tounge while still holding your hands so sweetly with his, intertwining his fingers with yours

Aizetsu who grinds his hard leaking cock on the bed, whimpering on your pussy from how turned on you've got him from your arousal and loud moans

Aizetsu who begs "please tell me it feels good" while licking, "I can't stop. Your taste is driving me crazy", "you're so cute y/n"

Aizetsu who finger fucks you through your orgasm while sucking in your clit looking at you with the cutest expression on his face

Sekido

Sekido who catches you masturbating and decides to punish you by bullying your clit with his thick tounge for as long as he sees fit

Sekido who looks at you angry for touching yourself without him and keeps eye contact with your legs locked in his grip from his hands

Sekido who says "fucking slut. Couldn't wait could you?", "my finger? You don't deserve that. Just my tounge on his clit is enough"

Sekido who groans when you cum on his tounge and digs his nails in your thighs making your clit throb on his tounge

Karaku

Karaku who eats your pussy for his own pleasure and makes you ride his face regardless of your weight, he'll pull you down to apply more pressure on your clit from his tounge

Karaku who grabs onto your hips, makes you grind on his tongue and even slap your ass to make you grind your hips yourself

Karaku who says "don't get all shy on me now. Ride my face princess", "want my fingers inside? I know this pussy is desperate to have something shoved inside"

Karaku who jerks himself off while eating your pussy and just when you cum on his tounge he's already cumming in his hand from your arousal

Urogi

Urogi who has your ass up and face down playing with your pussy with his soft part of his talons and laughed at how your body trembled

Urogi who got off to your shaking legs and gave your pussy a slap with his talon making you jump

Urogi who says "did that hurt? Aww I'm sorry but look how wet your getting!", "tremble more ite funny how desperate you're getting for me to devour this slutty pussy", "this pussy is throbbing so much for me mm?"

Urogi who spreads you open with his claws on your ass and spits on your pussy before devouring you making your moan into the pillow, having you cum moments later

Nakime

Nakime who has you sitting on the edge of the bed, parting your legs open by your thighs while gives your pussy long licks from your hole to your clit

Nakime who let's her Slavia run down her chin while she licks your clit aggressively and messy

Nakime who looks up at you and says "I will allow you to grab my hair when your close", "wrap your legs around my head. I don't mind having my head crushed by you"

Nakime who fingers your pussy, adding more until your pussy is stuffed and cuming on her fingers

[megumi77]

yushiro and sekido

They are similar

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[echantedtoon]

Im just going to be doing this third installment for the rest of the most memorable demons (minus Rui's siblings, Spider Mother, Rui himself, Nezuko, Daki, and Genya again for VERY obvious reasons) on who I think is the best and worst dads/moms. No real order this time tho.

MUZAN:

-He would be a mixed up bag of good and bad traits tbh. When you first told him he flat out told you to stop teasing him. "Stop your childish games. It's a waste of time." You legit have to go get Kokushibo and have him look over your form through the transparent world and have him confirm to Muzan that you were indeed NOT lying or trying to prank him for Muzan to believe you.

-He's oddly silent for a long moment after just staring at you for a long while before going "Oh...Well this is a surprising turn of events."

-He can absolutely act like he's invested in his child and loves them. He's an asshole but a very convincing one to where even you couldn't tell if he was genuine or not. How he is towards the child is a mixed bag in of itself. He doesn't treat the child with harm or too much aggression. If anything he's actually more curious about seeing what a demon-human hybrid could accomplish.

-Look. Your child is either fully demon or fully human with your mixed genes. There's no in-between. If it's fully human then he's rather disappointed in the result. In turn he loses a lot of interest in the kid and just allows you to essentially raise them yourself without too much interference. He might change the child into a demon when they get older but overall wouldn't see much point in bothering with the tyke.

-If the child is demon THEN he will have a bigger interest. He's disappointed when you both find out that your child is in fact NOT immune to sunlight but he was already anticipating that anyways. He's very invested in making the perfect heir for himself.

-VERY strict perfectionist. Your child will be very smart, a good fighter, and as dangerous as a lower moon by the time they're eight because of their father's teachings. But at what costs?

-You wouldn't get to have a say in much of anything in their raising then.

-He plans out their schedule every day AND night for everything: Education, training, discipline, sleep, times they are to eat and who they interact with and when- He has very strict rules and if they aren't followed then they're training time is much more harsher. By default he also plans yours as the child's mother.

4½/10 Only because of the mixed bag of parenting style otherwise I'd score him much lower however an in between seems about right.

SPIDER FATHER:

-He's a good dad in Rui's opinion to Rui but no one else and honestly I hate how he treats practically everyone else.

0/10 for obvious reasons

YUSHIRO:

-Honestly not as bad of a father as one might assume. Whether the baby is between himself and Tamayo or himself and Y/n doesn't matter. He loves them all the same. Doesn't even care if they're human, demon, or a hybrid.

-Was shocked but not too shocked by the news of becoming a father, but it did take him a whole ass week to really come to terms with it.

-He's very skilled in medicine being Tamayo's assistant so he's able to help a lot with the baby's mother's pregnancy. Tonics to help her sore throat after they vomit, cures for aches and pains especially with swollen ankles, check ups to make sure baby's healthy. He's VERY attentive to his partner and their mental, physical, and emotional needs. Doesn't mean he's not a nervous wreck tho.

-Despite already knowing medical procedures including the birth, he still researches LOTS. Best educational toys, best fabrics to lessen the irritation of the baby's sensitive skin, etc- This man goes above and beyond so much it worries the mother. Tamayo has to get involved in order for him to be convinced to calm down.

-Is literally a nervous wreck when his child is born. Messy hair, bags under his eyes, nervous pacing- He doesn't faint but for a long while after the baby's born he'll just sit down and stare at the closest wall blankly and silently- "Yushiro, are you alright?" "Oh yes. Perfectly fine." "Then why are you just sitting there?" "Just...having a moment, Dear." Give him a moment. His brain is still processing the chubby sleeping mass in his arms after so long.

-Once reality finally slaps his brain into gear, he just cries. Good tears going down his face as he blubbers and holds his baby close to him on instinct. Praises mama too. Commenting on how baby is as beautiful as her and they have her eyes.

-Terrified and protective dad. He knows the dangers and keeps baby at home with mom safely tucked away in their hidden home away from danger. Only takes them out when both himself and Tamayo go somewhere. Strength in numbers.

-Loves holding his baby and sharing his painting hobby. Tamayo found him holding baby as they messily slapped hands full of paint all over a canvas. "Yushiro, what are you doing?" "Exploring their artistic skills of course."

-Man hangs all of his child's artwork proudly on the walls. Once nearly threw hands when one of Tamayo's patients said it wasn't that great.

-He can be very strict or hard on his child due to stress, fear, or stubbornness however and it has lead to some loud fights.

8/10 best father on this list no doubt

SWAMP DEMON:

-Have you seen how creepy he is in Kimetsu Gauken?? Absolutely NOT!

-0/10 Id rather take my chances with Muzan with a massive temper

TAMAYO:

-Is already an experienced parent having prior experience with her past family she lost. So she would definitely know what she's doing and what needs to be done. Already a good start.

-Is very calm and casual about the entire process as she's been through it before although Yushiro is practically worrying his entire hairline off fussing over her. Even though she tells him multiple times to stop worrying so much.

-Can really take care of herself through the entire process being a doctor and a previous mother before so there's really no complications outside of having to stay hidden for safety reasons.

-Has already prepared, planned, and set up a nursery with all the essentials on top of having an emergency bag in case they have to flee right away.

-Yushiro becomes the de fault uncle/dad figure worrying over the baby and crying when Tamayo allows him to hold baby and help care for it while she's busy. He becomes very protective and attached to mini Tamayo.

-Very good parent. Rarely if ever raises her voice to her child. Teaches them everything she knows about medicine and other skills so her child grows to be very smart. Has Yushiro help train them with his attack mode in case they ever have to fight anyone.

-Only downside is that she is unsure if she should offer her medicine to baby if they were born demon in fear it might harm them.

10/10 best mother out of all the demons in kny

[vampcubus]

Fluffy Yushire Dating headcannons ?

(Anything SFW or NSFW we don’t get enough of this handsome man 🤌🏻)

Thank you if you choice to do this request!

ik my reqs are closed but i need this ok? i love him. still getting a feel for him so bear with me.

𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐂𝐒

SFW

— In typical tsundere fashion, Yushiro tries very hard to convince himself (and you) that he doesn't like you one bit at first. But you're just so beautiful, and kind... and intelligent... it was impossible not to fall for you.

— I think it's a given that no matter who or what you are, once you're in a relationship with him you'll be put on a pedestal. It's just natural for him to treat you like some sort of divine being. He is at your eternal service, at your beck and call for as long as you'll have him.

— Yushiro loves fiercely, but he's quite shy. He honestly doesn't expect you to be affectionate with him, which makes his gawking reactions even better. VERY grateful for every loving touch you spare for the demon, almost trembling with excitement whenever you kiss or embrace him.

— He's quick to thank you for these gestures, even when you insist that he doesn't need to.

— Yushiro is the ultimate gentleman, and quite persistent to be as respectful as possible. Opens doors for you, pulls out your chair before you sit, insists on carrying things for you, etc... acts of service is a vital part of his love language, so please, just let him do things for you.

— He's very protective, so much so that he has to bite his tongue if you're a demon slayer. It's not that he thinks you're a weakling, it's just that he wants you to always be safe.

— He's a bit of a nag, but a well-meaning one, always reminding you to be careful and clear-minded when you have to part ways. Ideally, he'd follow you to the ends of the earth and always watches you leave with a wistful expression.

— Possessive! and quite vocal about it. Easily made jealous and tends to lash out when he thinks someone is trying to compete with him for your attention. He bows his head in shame when you scold him for his behavior, but he perks up when you reassure him that no one could compare to him. That doesn't stop him from getting that smug grin on his face when he witnesses you turning down admirers, referring to him as your lover.

— A sucker for the mushy stuff! nothing's too cheesy to him, he swoons no matter how silly you sound waxing poetic to him about your love.

— You're Yushiro's muse and even before you were officially a couple, he was painting you almost obsessively.

— Yushiro always wants to be by your side, no matter what you're doing. Catching up on laundry? he's right there folding with you. Winding down for bed? he's gingerly removing any accessories from your hair and helping you slip into more comfortable clothes. Even if he doesn't eat human food, he'll sit at the table with you so you don't have to eat alone. He'll take a step back if you need some space of course, albeit reluctantly.

— He's always asking if you need anything of him, to which you always say, "Just your company" and he melts every time.

— Take him out on dates!! doesn't matter where to, he's just happy to spend time with you. Whether you're tugging him along to festivals with flashy entertainment, or stargazing in a secluded getaway, he's having the best time. He feels so human in those moments with you.

NSFW

— Yushiro screams service sub to me. He’s ready to sink to his knees and tend to your every need at a moment’s notice. I think Yushiro's sense of shame goes right out the window the moment your voice takes on that domineering tone.

— Wants to worship you, if only to express his devotion to you.

— Yushiro is at his happiest when he's got his head between your thighs, content to lap at your cunt for hours, and gets annoyed if he's interrupted. He's quite skilled with his tongue, only needing a few pointers before he's a pussyeating master. He prides himself on being the best at pleasuring you and shudders violently when you praise him for it.

— An enthusiastic eater that moans against your sex, especially when you grip his hair or grind against his slick tongue. Gets the cutest pink flush on his pale cheeks and this fucked-out expression like he's in his own little world while he fucks you with his tongue.

— Tell him that he's being such a good boy for you and watch his slitted lavender eyes roll back. Yushiro won't ever touch himself without your permission, but sometimes he gets too overwhelmed and cums untouched. He's always so embarrassed when that happens, unable to meet your eyes as a shameful wet spot soaks his hakama.

— Yushiro loves to give, but truly can't handle receiving at all. He's so sensitive to every touch, his body jerking wildly when stimulated. He always rushes to apologize when he accidentally moves without permission and is overall very obedient.

— He's a total hypocrite that tries to tell you that going down on him is dirty, like sir you can't say anything as someone who just ate pussy 🤨 kindly shut up and let me suck your dick til your legs are shaking.

— All protestations die as soon as you take him into your mouth, lips parted and eyes all misty. Yushiro tries to be quiet, whimpering and whining as softly as possible. But he can't help but moan sluttily when he's close to cumming. Always asks where you want him to cum, no matter how fucked-dumb he is <333 so so polite always.

— Yushiro's pretty vanilla by default, but he's open to all sorts of experimentation. Whatever makes you happy! And to that end, I think it would be wise to remind him that he doesn't have to agree with everything you propose. It's pretty easy to tell when he's uncomfortable with something, even if he won't say it outright.

— He gets emotional when you're soft on him. He'll scrub at any tears that spring to his eyes and denies that he's crying at all. You just make him feel so wanted, and he's eternally grateful to be yours. So pile on the praise, tell him how pretty he looks when he's lost in pleasure, call him sweet names, and pepper soft kisses across his pale skin.

— Can't help but tell you that he loves you over and over during sex.

[overtaken-stream]

``U`` in Art

Gn!Reader

! !NSFW! !

Find Urself a guy so enticed with U that he'll learn to draw hUman anatomy as correctly as possible, who gains an Understanding of color theory, who tries his hardest to shade the skin, who Uses coUntless references of different people from all aroUnd the world and pUts himself in a position where the simplest of insecUrities become beaUty in his eyes, so desensitized to the real world and the thoUghts of others. Only to draw U,,,,

U with the nervoUs glances, U with the sparks of confidence, U with smarts, U with the body that U possess, U with the glowing skin, U with blemishes, U with scars, U with the signatUre grin, U with tears of happiness, U with sadness inclosed, U with so mUch secrets, U with an open heart, U with stretch marks, U with colors of the rainbow, U with the natUre itself, U with the everlasting eyes that lead to Ur heart, U with silence, U,,,,U,,,

However, no amoUnt of skill can captUre the charm, no amoUnt of brUsh strokes can ever compare to the real U, no amoUnt of practice can portray the love he has 4 U, no amoUnt of stUdying will ever compare to the time he spent stUdying U. No canvass will fit the love he has 4 U.

None will be able to captUre U in a box of white. Yet he makes a fUtile effort with scenarios in his imagination that will never be accUrate. The jealoUsy that takes root has no reasons, nor is it based on reality, yet his thoUghts run wild, so does his imagination.

He fantasizes Until a piece is born, a piece entirely consUmed and concocted by lUst. Depicting U in Ur most vUlnerable state.

The gUilty heart thUmps against his ribs as he continUes to shade Ur bottom in tints he can only imagine the real thing is. The organ beats loUdly in his ears, flUshed with the act he refUses to halt, the pink hUe decorates his face the longer the stays in place. Addams apple moves along his gUlps of saliva as sweat travels down from his temple. Dry tongUe slides across his lips.

This piece will never be hUng on the walls, yet the shamefUl act of drawing lewd makes him freeze as if an aUdience is watching and observing. It woUld have been fine if not for the fact that Ur the one on display. It flares an Unpleasant emotion inside of him. Anger, jealoUsy. He is aware It's nonsensicle.

The way he shifts his arm is robotic and he gets lost in the colors, Until it's time to add the glint on Ur Sex, erm,,,, Ur sex from his fantasy anyway.

A thought rUns across his mind that stops him of filling you with colors.

And he debates for a second.

ShoUld he stain this already sedUctive piece with his colors filling the insides of you?

↳Noriaki Kakyoin, Rohan Kishibe (jjba), Yuuta Okkotsu(jjk), Portgas D. Ace, Sanji (op), Yushiro(kny), Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein(aot), Genos(opm), Shinji Ikari(ng:e), Tamaki Suoh(ohshc), Aquamarine Hoshino(oshi no ko), Kurapika Kurta, Leorio (hxh).

[haru-natsuka]

By his side (Yushiro x Female Reader)

Genre: Slight angst

It would be great if you read this after knowing what happened after the battle with Muzan. That being said, this post might contain spoilers. Happy reading.

There was no one by his side except for the demon cat. All his friends had already died and the only one left was their ancestors. Even his lady had died during the battle with Muzan. Decades had passed and yet he still remained the same. The same young boy named Yushiro everyone used to know.

The people nowadays only know him as a famous painter of a lady in kimono. It was so devastating living by himself alone to be the only one who remembers, the only who exists and the only one survived. The thought of being in joy to still be alive never crossed his mind as the entire time he could only reminisce about the past. There was just no future memory that could treat it.

'Are you sure you want to be a demon. Being a demon is a lonely being...'

He could barely remember his lady voice now when she asked his consent to turn him into a demon. The longer he spent his time alive, the more he forgot about her face. Slowly, his painting was also full with a faceless lady in a kimono. Ironically, it became one of his famous paintings.

As per usual Yushiro went to visit his friend's graves to do his duty as the only one who remembers them. They were someone who was so brave in sacrificing their life in the battle with Muzan. The grave was empty most of the time. No one wants to visit an old grave after all due to the rumors it is being hunted. In his hand, there is a banquet of anemone to put one on every grave of demon slayer corps.

His feet were dragged across the road as he always would feel deep woe whenever he visited the grave. The agony that started to fill his heart made it even hard to breathe but Yushiro is a stoic guy so his face was maintained as expressionless although her heart felt otherwise.

As Yushiro was about to enter the old graveyard, his steps came to a halt upon seeing another being already in front of a tombstone. From afar he made out it was Tanjirou's grave. As if she could also feel his presence, the person turned their body to his direction.

Yushiro breathed halt as if there was a lump in his throat upon gazing at the person, a lady. A lady in a kimono who shared the same face as the person he holds dear. The face he was about to forget. It was the lady who saved his life from death.

How come Lady Tamayo was in front of him?! This was surreal. She clearly died and even her presence felt different. No, no one could replace the lady he hold dear in his heart. He should control his unstable emotion. The lady in front of him was not Lady Tamayo but he could figure out one thing. This lady, was a demon like him based on her scent.

"Another demon?..." Yushiro heard the lady whisper at the end of her breath as her eyes trails over him. Even her voice did not sound the same as Lady Tamayo who possesses a matured voice as the person in front of him sounds more high pitched. Like the voice of a young teenage girl.

'She is not her. Even after all these years, she has never come back...'

"What are you doing here?" Yushiro's harsh voice came out before he could control the tone to make it more gentler which took the lady by surprise. His disappointment went out of control as once again his hope for the latter to finally return shattered. Instead of being hostile towards him, the lady only smiled politely before calmly answering his question.

"I'm visiting my rescuer. It takes me a lot of time to reach here but I finally did after decades" The lady changed her gaze from Yushiro to Tanjirou's grave back. On the grave laid a fresh morning glory symbolised as friendship.

"Tanjiro is your friend?" The lady only nodded her head in response as her eyes never left the grave. The reflection in her eyes held multiple emotions but Yushiro could make out one of them as it also reflects the same as his.

"How about you. Are you also friend with him?"

"I would never call him my friend" His answer only made her smile. If he was not a friend then who would tend the grave this neat.

"Thank you for taking care of the graves. Everything look so tidy and I guess your are the one taking care of it based on the flowers in your hand. I will get going now"

"Where will you go?" Yushiro did not know why he tried to even put effort in conversing with this demon in front of him. Was it due to the reason he felt relief at least he was not the only demon left?

"Somewhere without any sunlight. I don't really have a fixed place to stay but I'm not even in need of one right." It was true as for demons the only way for them to survive is to have blood or humans to eat. A proper shelter was the last thing to be considered as long as they can avoid the sunlight.

"Don't you feel lonely?" Loneliness for decades was what tortured Yushiro but he barely admits it as if he ever recognised it, he might feel worse. He could even go insane watching or waiting for anyone he knows to die.

"Being a demon is lonely right? Rather than hiding my emotion I would admit my true feelings. I will recognise it proudly as that is the only way to amend the negative feelings. Truth to be told, I live because Tanjirou saved me so I don't want to waste his sacrifice. I want to proudly live as someone who could remember how great of a person he is"

Listening to her words made Yushiro feel complicated feelings. He could reflect on her words which mirrored his. Having her as his companion by his side might cure a lot. At least someone to accompany him in this endless life would be better if that person has an eternity life like him.

"I can provide you a place to stay. Come with me" The invitation seemed to catch the lady out of her guard as he smiled flatter a bit before it returned back on her face like nothing happened.

"I'm not gonna reject that kind offer but are you sure? We are basically strangers"

"I'm Yushiro" He flatly said as he did not want no for an answer. It took the lady some time to respond back but instead of turning him down, she gazed directly into his eyes, full of gratefulness.

"I'm Y/N. Please take good care of me" That was how both demons could cure their loneliness. By living side by side with each other.

[blues824]

Can I please request lady tamayo and later on yushiro with the izuru Kamukura mc.

Like after the death of yorichi they stay together and they giving him a burial he deserves they both go in to hiding.

Lady tamayo taking care of izuru and yorichi their kids and the izuru allowing her to treat them like she whoud her children back when they were alive the both lost their husbands so they supor each other .

Her being there for lady tamayo for her difficult times and tamayo being there for her when she gets ptsd from her expiments and the death of her husband and later on for everything he did for her .

from demon she was slayn to tamayo and tamayo learning that she is immune to the sun so is in the sun most of the time to hiding from muzan.

Later on yushiro joins them and him being a simp for tomayo and never seing the izuru mc before actacking her thinking she wants to Hurt tamayo.

Later on him learning that she is the ultimate hashira the widow of yorichi that they both saved her and helps her to recover a sliver of normal life.

Part 1 2

Lady Tamayo and Yushiro

You had met Lady Tamayo after you had become a demon. You had accompanied your husband to the battle with Muzan, but you were aware that you could not tempt fate in their battle. You predicted all of this, and you could sense that the Demon King was scared. But, you knew that Yoriichi would not win this one. 

It was unfortunate, but you had saved the woman. You had reignited her resolve to kill Muzan Kibutsuji, and thus she was on your side. The both of you were great friends especially, and she was honestly very surprised that you were still training your children to become demon slayers despite being a demon yourself. Yoriichi seemed very hospitable to her, and she was grateful for your kindness. Your son and daughter came to know her as Aunt Tamayo.

Hearing the name for the first time brought tears to her eyes, as she had lost her children however long ago. Whenever your husband had to go on a mission, Tamayo stepped in to make sure that the children and you would not be harmed. She is very surprised at the extent of your abilities, as you know each Breathing Style and every Blood Demon Art that has been developed thus far. But, you had confided in her that you couldn’t copy Muzan’s for whatever reason.

She becomes something akin to a sister for you. She supports you in everything, especially when you are hit with flashbacks of the brutal lobotomies that you underwent during the experimentation that made you the Ultimate Hashira and now the Ultimate Demon. She often used her Blood Demon Art to put your body at ease as she informed your husband of what was happening with you.

Your children had inherited their parents’ intellect, and they could sense and predict when you were about to go through an episode. So, they would run and either get their father or their Auntie to make sure that you were safe and that you would be alright. As the time of your husband’s death was nearing, your episodes became more frequent. Your son and daughter were grown adults by now, and were married to two citizens and had children of their own. 

Lady Tamayo and you had made sure that Yoriichi had gotten a proper burial, and she made sure that the burial site was concealed so that no one would be able to disturb him. She helped you through the mourning process, but the two of you had agreed that it would be best to go your separate ways, as the Corps and Muzan would go after the two of you.

Of course, you never went too far. You were aware of her practice and how she kept her hunger at bay, and you would make sure that your family knew that she was a trusted friend. Every generation knew her as Aunt Tamayo, and it always reminded her of your son and daughter who passed away a while ago. You also visited her from time to time, making sure that she was alright, but also when you get injured when you are helping the Demon Slayer Corps.

However, one day, during one of your visits to her, you were promptly attacked by a demon with green hair upon setting foot across the threshold of the estate. Going up against the Ultimate Demon was not a smart move on his part as you were very close to killing him, before Lady Tamayo rushed out and stopped the two of you. After a very awkward conversation over tea, you had learned that the demon’s name was Yushiro, and that your friend had taken him under her wing as a medical apprentice of sorts.

Yushiro found it hard to accept you, as he was jealous that the Lady spent more time with you. But, sometime during your visit, you left her to take him on a short walk away from her. Since he did respect you, he obliged and followed you. Your first sentence to him alone was ‘I know how you feel for Tamayo’. His face went red, but he should have expected it; you probably knew why he was so flustered as well.

“But, I can tell that she is not yet past the death of her husband or children. I myself understand her pain as we are both widows, but I do see how hard you work to protect her. I ask that you continue with this level of dedication, as it will be necessary soon. I won’t tell you anything else, but just know that you are doing great things,” you said as you started to leave and go back to your own estate. He almost screamed your name upon seeing that you were about to go into the sun, but you stated that you had conquered it and could roam under its bright glow.

You wouldn’t be the Ultimate Demon if you couldn’t conquer the Sun, after all.

…

Neither of them had seen you since.

[obanais-koibito]

Yushiro x Reader Adorable Mistakes

Yushiro was working on a potion that his witch friend, Tamayo, needed help with. You were doing your own thing in another room when you eventually grew bored. You walked to the room Yushiro was working and snaked your arms around his waist which startled him a bit.

“Yushiro, can you stop working for a bit so we can go eat and spend time together?”

He smiled a bit and placed the bottle and syringe down so that he could turn around and talk while looking in your eyes.

“You know I can’t do that, Lady Tamayo said that if the potion sits out for too long, something bad could happen, if you’re hungry, I can quickly make something for you.”

You nodded and he started walking to the kitchen but he stopped and gave you instructions.

“Make sure the potion does NOT start bubbling, if it does, call me immediately alright?”

You nodded and he went to whip something up for you. You started staring at the potion but that got boring real quick, who likes staring at a bottle full of mysterious liquids for a long period of time? You started staring out the window and watched the wind rustle the branches and leaves of the trees and bushes. Soon enough, Yushiro came in with your food and a glass of strawberry milk. 

He placed it on the counter for you and said he would be right back and left again. You went over to his desk and started eating, you then grabbed the cup and started drinking it but then soon stopped. It tasted abnormally bitter and you tried to inspect the inside of the cup to try to see if anything was in it.

Yushiro came back in and was wondering why you were staring into the cup.

“Yushiro, there’s something wrong with the milk, I think it’s spoiled.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and came to smell it and when he did, his eyes widened.

“Uhh, what cup did you pick up? The one on the left or the right?”

“The one on the left.“

“…oh no…”

You then realized that you drank the potion that he was preparing for Tamayo and that’s when you started panicking.

“Oh my god, am I going to die?!”

“No! It wasn’t a harmful potion, it was just a…transformation potion.”

“Can you elaborate on that?”

He sighed and looked you in the eyes.

“It turns you into a neko. It gives you cat ears, a tail, and whiskers.”

“Why did Tamayo need a potion like that?!”

“I don’t know!”

All of a sudden, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach and sat down to try to ease the pain. Your breathing became ragged and Yushiro immediately came to you and started patting your back.

“Hey hey, it’s okay, it will be over soon-“

That was the last thing you heard before passing out. After some time, you woke up in the same room but felt different. You sat up and stretched and Yushiro heard you and came over to you.

“Hey, how are you-“

He stopped and blushed a bit before turning away and clearing his throat.

“The um- potion worked…”

You reached up to touch your head and felt two soft fluffy ears. You ran to the mirror and saw yourself but with a couple new features. You had big fluffy ears, a silky soft tail, and cute little whiskers on each cheek.

“Oh. My. God…I LOOK SO CUTE!”

You squealed and started playing with your whiskers and smiling in the mirror to see your new little fangs and Yushiro chuckled a bit.

“You do look cute, but I don’t know what to tell Tamayo…”

He said as he started stroking your head and then he blushed even more when he heard your soft purr and you gasped.

“I CAN EVEN PURR?! THIS IS AMAZING!”

You beamed and asked him to pet you more and when he did, you purred even more. He thought you were too adorable and couldn’t resist pulling you into a hug.

“Wow, you are really soft.”

He started caressing your ears and held you as he felt your purrs ringing through his own body. He would figure out how to tell Tamayo what happened later but for now, he wanted to cuddle with his now neko partner.

[k0r3s-smu1]

Cmon guys request something 😭

[shinobuscanonwife]

Hello, can I request some headcanons of giyuu, muichiro, tamayo, yushiro and genya with a reader with a personality like yui komori from diabolik lovers? I mean, she's incredibly gentle, sweet, quite submissive and has some problems defending herself (but that doesn't mean she doesn't), I hope you don't mind that she makes many requests and if this exceeds your limit of characters you can not include some, take care of yourself!

All of these can be read as platonic or romantic except for Muichiro who is platonic!

Giyuu

He loves how optimistic you are. He can be seen as somewhat of a negative person so it's nice to have someone so optimistic around him. He loves how gentle you are too. One time he had gotten hurt and you offered to help him bandage his wounds he accepted your offer and you were so gentle with him the whole time. He barely felt anything the whole time you were bandaging the wound because of how gentle you were being.

Muichiro

He likes how nice and gentle you are. Whenever someone mentions your name he just perks up like he just instantly gets happy. No matter how rude someone is being you always have a kind response and that's something he admires. He loves listening to you talk and could listen for hours. He just thinks you're so interesting and truly feels safe around you. He thinks of you as a little sibling and can be very protective of you if he needs to be. He always accompanies you whenever you go out at night in case a demon attacks.

Tamayo

She immediately gets attached to you. You're so gentle with everyone and you're so nice to Yushiro and you're so sweet and gentle with her she absolutely adores you. She keeps you close to her at all times getting quite protective of you. She becomes a lot more careful and wary of Muzan. Fearing Muzan will find you and kill you. She makes sure to never let patients she treats get too close to you for fear of them being related to Muzan in some way. After a long night of work, she loves sitting down and talking to you. Your positivity is something she absolutely loves.

Yushiro

He doesn't like you at first because you took up a lot of Tamayo's attention. But as he gets to know you he starts to really enjoy your company. You're extremely gentle with him and he feels safe around you and feels like he doesn't have to have his guard up all the time. He loves the attention you give him and how sweet and kind you are to him. He loves laying on your lap while you play with his hair or while you tell him about your day or while he tells you about his day.

Genya

Spoilers for the manga

Bro, he absolutely ADORES you. From the moment he met you he wants to spend all his free time with you. You listen to him talk about his problems with Sanemi and you give him advice and he honestly couldn't be more thankful for you. Even if you know Sanemi hates him you care enough to listen to him and that means more to him than you'll ever know. He's very protective of you due to your sweet and gentle personality. He always offers to walk you home at night after you both are done with training.

Thank you for your request! Have a nice day/night

[helloescapist]

Request: Yushiro x male ENTP Reader

Format: I'd like a mix of headcanons and short fic, if possible

Lady Tamayo gets a new demon assistant (y/n); a grinning trickster who seldom takes anything seriously and often uses his blood demon art to mess around. This infuriates Yushiro, who doesn't understand why Tamayo even keeps y/n around. And why on earth does he have to complete tasks and go on errands with him?! Yushiro was doing fine on his own, thank you very much.

However, as he gets to know y/n better through work, Yushiro realizes the two actually have a lot in common. Y/n lived a normal life with a family who loved him until he fell terminally ill. Tamayo offered to turn him into a demon, an offer y/n accepted. However, his family didn't accept the change and attempted to murder y/n, no longer seeing him as a member of their family. With nobody to turn to, y/n attached himself to Tamayo.

Yushiro and y/n grow closer, and after Tamayo's death, retire to live a peaceful life together.

Hello, hello,

I want to express a genuine thank you for your requestion, and initiate a sincere, sincere apology. Your request, well, it became a little derailed from what you asked for. It just screamed, Cheshire Cat, and I sort of... made an OC of you/your request. One that I do intend to visit in future shorts for Yushiro, but none the less, I sincerely hope you can forgive this. I am sincerely sorry Anon, I hope you are still able to enjoy this, and it isn't too far removed from your request.

The Secret Life of Chachamaru

Word Count: 6062

Setting: Yushiro x male!reader

Content Warning(s): malexmale, yaoi, Chachamaru AU (possibly a little out of character for the beloved feline character), character is actually Chachamaru, a little rushed, SFW, mentions of gore, small spoilers for Yushiro + Tamayo in the Infinity Castle/Sunrise Countdown Arc. mentions of sickness, depictions of lead poisoning

Summary: following the fall of the infinity castle, and the triumph of slayers over demons, Yushiro is left to face the loss of Lady Tamayo. Muddled, smeared with blood and gore, it is only through the comfort of his old friend Chachamaru that can ease his burdens, and allow him to look to the future.

A/N: I placed the reader to be born towards the end of the Edo Era, but just younger than Yushiro as I wanted for Yushiro and Tamayo to have an established bond.

You could feel the touch of his calloused fingers. Cracked, and broken skin that remained gentle and warm despite the number of fine lines and abrasions that lined his palms. The dried flecks of onyx blacks and oxidized browns clung to his fingertips, blood buried beneath his nails. The faint scent of sandalwood laced in the gore that littered his clothing.

Horror touched upon the flesh of his hands; brain matter strewn to the linens of his clothing. Draped across the lines of an unfamiliar uniform, a sad attempt at masking his nature. The heaviness of his eyelashes burdened, as the small touches of devastation touched the edge of his eyelashes. Drawn downwards as delicate lavender eyes trembled as his fingertips gently traced the orange patch across your forehead. In all the ways you preferred, years of training petting techniques into the demon before you evident in the way his body submitted to autopilot. Delicately allowed his fingers to trail along the pink of your nose at the quiver of his bottom lip and the hitch of his lower lashes. Naturally evaluating the care of his beloved companion. Pained by the state of his beloved Chachamaru held between his hands, mangled, and marred. The devastation of your state, a righteous blow to your pride though the smallest part of you enjoyed the obvious concern it elicited from the stoic man.  He had worried for you, of course he had. Faintly responding to the blink of your golden eyes as you peered into his moonlight kissed features. The touch of pink of his own nose, rubbed raw in his state of misery. The bags that had accumulated beneath elegant orchid eyes, aware of the rattle of his shoulders, and the tightness of his breath hitched at the ache of his breast. Yushiro’s snivel caught, choked back as he forced the corner of his lips to curl. Delicate, and soft as he regarded the touch of your fur, luscious despite the circumstances of your body. Far too engrossed in the gesture to acknowledge the way your large ambered eyes followed the smallest of his movements. Committing this moment to memory, his movements detailed, and evaluated. The way your heart ached as his fingers tipped strolled through the high of your right cheek, delicately traced the orange patch tenderly allowing his finger to trace from your tear duct danced across the top lashes of your left eye.

              Faint in this touch, careful to remove the debris that had gathered across your features. The rubble that clung to your whiskers dragged across your sensitive sinus. Snapped at your buccal cavity through your nostrils. Throbbing drenched in blood, sweat, and gray matter. The dirt that had clutched to the ends of your fur, muddied the whites of your pelt, an infringement of the beauty of your coat. Bits of gravel snagged into your ear tufts, agitating the pinna. The delicate way his fingers ticked across your features, sensitive of the abrasions that littered your state proof of your valor. Though the sentiment did not seem an act of brilliance to the man who stroked your cheek sweetly. The ache of his heart danced upon his fingers, eliciting the faintest of purrs from your soul. Warm, he was always so warm. Rubble between your eyes, traced upon your nose. A favored place in the last two decades often sought by Yushiro to nuzzle against “Chachamaru” during times of stress such as the mid of day hidden amongst the shadows when his sprawled talisman had grown slappy. When exhaustion would cling to his features, akin to a security blanket. Though in this moment there was no usual sign of the clip of his brow. Nor were his eyebrows drawn, and his lips did not pucker into a scowl. Rather, a tremble stimulated his expression, strangled. Twisted from the tight expression a vague recollection of the times in which he had to entertain the public at the clinic. Yet, this was… different. Mournful. An… expected display vulnerable despite the wandering eyes of kakushi at his side. The rare expression without fear of exposure as his smile faltered, and the tears begin to gather at the corner of his sharp eyes. Chocked back the bitter vile upon his expression that pained your heart in its silence. The tender regard as his hands caressed your heart, allowing extra attention to tracing circles at the corners at your large feline ears. Such intimate care is usually offered in the silence of night, at the flip of a page as his warm voice echoes in your ears. Enticed you to take advantage of circumstances, beckoned you to curl into his lap. “C-C-Chach,” his voice cracked. Ached as it struggled and rumbled beneath his breath as he fought for the words pressed between the sobs that threatened to spill through the cracks in his pride. Anguished to hold his composure through the rattle of his bones with each tight breath as his fingers relentlessly traced circles to the edges of your right ear. The familiar gesture, comforting and poignant, “a-amaru, L-Lady,”.

              You knew.

              The rattle of your own bones, the clutch upon your skull at the moment of her death, rattled as though claws had dug into the pits of your temples, wracked and harvested the essence of thought. Sunk to the pit of your stomach, you knew, and yet, yet in his consideration, Yushiro pressed as though a shattered being that endeavored to consoling a child. To hear him this way. Broken, and battered amongst the wreckage of the Infinity Castle. Topsoil exposed to the surface; bedrock shattered across the carnage. The scent of death that clung to the air, crumbled beams, and exposed wood. Sundered from its security, secrets exposed at the loss of their beams, craftsman, and paper shattered and torn from the layers of sediment. A testament to Yushiro’s will, to his rage. A testimony of his love for the mistress of his strength. The escape of rodents, and the fleeing of insects that sought suffrage. The lull of their security robbed and devastated as the demon who was renowned for his lethal tongue’s armor disintegrated before your eyes. The sharp of his canine devouring his bottom lip as he fought for the words that could not rise in his throat. Salt that poured from his cheeks and choked to his shoulders. Yet, yet he continued to allow the delicacy of his fingers to work their nostalgic comforts at the edge of your ear. The hollow of your breast touched upon the kindness Yushiro expressed despite the shattered emblems of the life he had known littered his features. The medically trained illusionist before you delicate as he worked to assist your regeneration. The crack of your four paws beneath the attachment of your severed head. The blood that trickled from your fur ached across the curve of your spine. The tingle of nerves realigned, and splintered bones that formed callous. Joints that caught to the clip of your skull as you regarded the roll of his tears.

              The comfort of his fingers, and the delicate scent of saffron. Nostalgic, and vulnerable so alike and yet unfamiliar. A shattered husk of, and yet, he continued to rub his fingers. Mask the horrors of loss and devastation. Ached at the touch of his fingers as they danced across your patterned fur. Delicate as the day you had met him.

              The comfort of his fingers, and the delicate scent of saffron. Nostalgic, and vulnerable, so alike and yet unfamiliar to the man. A shattered husk, and yet, the rub of his fingers masked the horrors of loss and devastation. Ached at the touch of his fingers as they danced across your pattered fur. Delicate as the day you had met him.

The candles flickered, casting shadows across papered doors. Danced and dwindled, captives of the stagnant. Their flame stifled to the close quarters and clutched its luminosity. Threatened to snub its light from existence. Shadows that appeared hollow against the shoji, robbed of their salvo. Their once joyful illumination forced them into small rooms. Stuffy and stripped of ventilation coerced into silence by doctors and white cloths.   Ghosts of laughter, and shadow puppets lost against the grain of the exposed beams. Incenses to mask the sickness, that dripped into the fabric of your linens stripped from silk. Stale and clothed in antiseptic that burned the senses. The air dripped amongst medical sutras, tainted with intentions. Stark against your sensitive, rubbed raw and denied of familiar comforts, friendly attendants, and the sheltered security of your former quarters. Loneliness bathed in the confines of an inner sanctum of your family estate.

              Memories of a former life haunted the ebbs of fraying ends of your recollections. A time when you were playful, age had little meaning. One so free to explore, unbound by poverty, and bathed in riches. A family title for you alone to claim for the future, a wash in the confines of your quarters now. Back then, it was the movement of your name, the purpose of your birth. The benefactor of your freedom, petals of a camellia to frolic amongst abandoned lessons. The shadows of trees conceal your midday naps of deserted duties. Grand heists of robbed pastries, and angry chefs. Scandalized maids at attempts to parachute from the rooftops past the security of the castle walls, an adventure elicited from the tales of western men in ridiculous outfits and dipped in foreign language. Dolls crafted from the finest of silks intended dull the boredom of instructor, the one such time tucked into your bedding to take your place in the dead of night when your heart desired to gaze upon the stars at the festival of commoners past the trenches of your home. Pieces of sword play that decorated the callous of your palms, the rage of retainers that struggled to navigate your natural pension for footwork, and the expiration of your lazy swings. An insult upon their pride, the bellow of laughter it would draw from your father, languid strokes that were reminiscent of kabuki performances your nursemaid Haya had accompanied you to many times. Days spent wreaking havoc upon her mundane days, the only woman who dared to accompany your antics with a lecture of manners and etiquette. The only confidant who dared to share the confines of the innermost sanctum. Subjecting herself to the risk of infection or the curse that threatened to diminish the household.

 The memories of the caretaker she had been so many years ago dipped into the linens of a basin. The distinct drips of water that echoed amongst the stifling hush of the space. Her long fingers posed, the tales of age in her movements. Fine lines that had begun to wave to faint colors as the fingers wrangled the linen. The faintest of white marred flesh caught the back of her left hand, a scar she had received so many years ago. When you were playful, when you roamed rooms heedless of the décor. A physical a testament to the loyalties she bore for you though you were far too young to understand the significance of a woman disfiguring herself on your behalf.

              Fought the confusion of the phantom that slipped into her place. Recollections of a woman with chestnut hair who had yet to be claimed by time. Her features that dared to coincide with the older woman before you now. The touch of a lavish hair pin that bound grayed hair unlike the one the younger illusion bore. Far more detailed, delicate, and weaved. Far more cared for than the ghost of the past’s simplistic design that reflected war of abuse. Muddled, and tugged on the lines of memories you struggled to place together. The hazy reflection is a mere mockery of your current state. Joy robbed from your lungs and sank to the pit of your stomach. Ached and dower, the nausea pooled at the strong odors that fanned every corner of the room. Gargled sickness that met the coolness of the cloth at your back.  An old figure of Haya, who’s mouth did not budge from its sedative state attempted to rub the fatigue from your form. A cusp of who you had once been, no longer capable of bearing your own weight, let alone a blade.  A mere rasp of breath that trembled your form as her fingers now well practiced at bearing your weight and the task at hand.  Haya’s eyes as poised as they had always been despite the white lines that had touched at the corner of your eyes. The draw of your brow as you struggled to understand when the woman had grayed. The touches of frustration that caught your consciousness. Only growing more present as she tended to the shell of a child incapable of tending to itself. Robbed of life, hostage by an unknown illness. Far more victimized than you dared to admit, more than Haya would dare to coddle.

              Days of illness that claimed the weight of your muscles. Husked your consciousness and rattled your gastric. How quickly the symptoms had claimed your entire being. How quickly you had succumbed to the loss of appetite, how quickly your body yielded its abilities, and gave way. Days that had succumbed to weeks, weeks that drew your conscious, and slipped into months that robbed you of prior capabilities, before giving way to years that locked you deep into the center of your home. A plague locked away from fear of exposure, oblivious to how long it had been since Haya had sworn herself to your service. Of the dangers she exposed herself to time and time again to care for you. That remained dedicated to your education despite the unfamiliar touch of tomes between her fingers. Wielded a paintbrush when the weight became far too much for your fingers to bare, delivered notes from child to mother in the dead of night even when the responses had begun to fade. Continued to show though the remainder of the castle had since grown silent and bid reasoning when your mother’s presence slipped between your fingers. Continued to share news of the state of affairs at your request, even when it decimated her heart to share the news of a child when all hopes of an heir had passed with your confinement.

              A topic Haya had not approached with the same enthusiasm as you, much to your disapproval. The fade of her hair appearing even more faded from her features. Soured at the line that drew to her lips as your voice trembled despite itself. The condition of welcoming a child having claimed what remained of her own health, and naturally the return of your letters. Quickly seize the moment to her dismay, the traces of the child she had cared for throughout the years reflected in your timing, “How is mother?”

              “Young master, please save your voice,” she hummed. The touch of dryness and hesitation posed on her tongue.

              “H-haya,” you weakly mewed, “h-has she been unbale to eat?”

              Silence pressed between the knot of cloth rolled in circles that cusped at your rigid shoulder blades. “It is to be expected. Childbearing claims a toll, all is well.” Clueless of the twitch of her right nostril, or the way your large eyes caught the tale of her fib pressed into her cheek.

              “Mushrooms, s-send” you rasped with each breath. Unmet with a response to your words just as stern of the bath cloth that rubbed at your sweated state weak against her hold. “send, the merchant. T-Taka? Tama? H-he knows how to find mushrooms. I-in the mountains.” Struggled pieces of memories, touched upon years of stark air at the wiggle of your eyebrow. “D-dango. Mother is fond of the dango sold by the stationer. W-we could go—”

              “YOU will do no such thing,” stern and frigid. Quick to catch the threads of your strategy. The shatter of glass that touched upon the cool of winter, and the howl of the estate’s roof tarnished against your will. Haya always had a talent for detecting the touch of defiance, and in your fragile state, she had become especially gifted in sniffing out antics. Far harsher in her reprimands than she had been so many years ago, quick to anchor you to this sorry state of existence. Shacked to the confines of your room, her eyes as sharp as any blade you had ever been capable of drawing as she depicted the fine lines of your imprisonment. Her steady hands making quick work of the fresh linens, secured the corrupt discards into the folds of a basket. The faintest of tremble in her routine eager to leave your side. The realization drawing bitter contempt in the pit of your stomach and a scowl upon your brow. The grit of your teeth as the handmaid’s expression mirrored your own. Firm, and unyielding as the winter night save for the break of a soft sigh as she drew herself to her feet. The hem of her faded kimono barely in sight. An oddity form her usual cared for state. The small touches of rayed ends, perhaps the result of her old age as her thin frame leaned forward just enough to cusp the thick of your bangs. Her hand far smaller than you could recall, gently rustled through the strands. A pressed smile in her tone, “Lord [YN], sweet child, your mother… requires rest. As do you, please. Understand.” Her fingers drew the softest of circler motions from the arch of your nose to your forehead before falling to your ear. Just as she had done in your toddling years, how she would sooth the tears from your eyes so long ago. Though the gesture was delicate, you could not fight the sense of abandonment. The wound of pride that refused to settle upon your brow, rejecting her gaze. The track of the door sliding behind her, and signaling that once again.

              You were alone.

              Left only with the company of gossip that seeped through the cracks. Rumored that passed from maid to maid in the depths of the sanctum. Dipped from view and believed from ear shot. How long had it been that you had been confined to such an existence, that not even the help did not remember your presence? All evidence of their praise, of their longing for approval washed from the estate, and identified by loose tongues. Fearless of reprimand the bitter understanding of how far you had fallen from esteem. Forced reclusion, holding little more cards than a fallen daimyo.  Uttered whispers of an early arrival, uttered about a frail creature. The tolls of labor that had taken far more than expected by the physician, the lady of the estate in duress. Utterances of the shame of the fall of the young master, accusations of a curse that had befallen the Head of the Household. Damned to lose those he cared for, and the tug of your fingers at the collar of your nemaki.

Your lungs burned I the dead of the night, struggled to heave in the frigid air. Muscles strained from unfamiliar exhaustion. Unaccustomed to roaming as it once had freely, the heave of your shoulders pressed against the mon. The structure lavishes, and commanding. Far more than enough to conceal your state of fatigue. The rare state of peace drawing lazy shuffles of guards, unbothered by the dark corners of the estate in which you begged for air. The dark of the night, and the faint touches of the moonlight as you struggled to manage on your feet.  The pads of your feet ached against the stone walkway. The tips of your toes screaming in agony as you forced your skeleton forward. Winter rattled against your bones, the hakama you had worn so many years before the fateful day you had been confined to forgotten quarters. Snug against your hips, the difference in your height inevitable, the cut of the fabric no longer bearing resemblance of a proper hakama attire befitting of a firstborn son of the samurai class. Rather, resembling a jinbei of the lower classes hiked just above your knee exposing you to the crushing winds of winter. The snow beneath your feet crunched painfully with each step you forced at the rasp of your lungs. Exhaustion threatening to crush your resolve as your grasp on memories begun to dwindle. Having exhausted recollections through your navigation of former escape attempts had faded into the present of the day, distorted and confused at the shift of buildings. Taller than you remembered, new? No, maybe? The turn of your head struggled and rasped slow to comprehend the shift of your surroundings as your form folded into the snow. The light slipping from your eyelashes.

He had found you back then. Face dug into the snow, practically frozen, and struggling for air. Younger back then than he was now, and unaccustomed to medical practices. Left only with the uncertainty of bearing your weight upon his back to seek assistance from his mistress. Why, you had never thought to ask. Though when you had come to grasp the scent of calendula. Sweet and floral notes that clung to the fingers that adjusted the cloth upon your brow. The unusual scent, and the warmth of youthful fingers. How long had it been? The joy of company, of one your age drawing you to clasp his hand in the dwindle of candlelight. Forgoing practiced manners as you cupped his hand to your cheek, to savor it for just a moment, clueless to the grin you bore, or the horror the response had elicited in your savior. Brought only to realization to the way he howled to his lady’s aid though it prevented very little of your own complaint as you attempted to lean upon his retreat. Beckon for just a moment longer pressing further even though he had anchored his padded sock to your cheek to ensure distance between the two of you. The slew of insults he had yowled to the beams, to the floorboards as you had attempted to pursue his company.

              You, you had been so naïve back then. Youthful, and naïve, or perhaps, it was your optimism that had led you a stray. The desperate attempt to cling to mortality though Lady Tamayo’s diagnosis had confirmed the worst. Her offer to extend your life through her own force was enticing. The opportunity to live once more amongst the household. To greet your father in practice swordsmanship, to earn his praise once more at the dip of your quick toes. Her vitality uttered in the dark out of Yushiro’s ears, quick to wash his hands of you after such close contact, had brought back more energy than you could have dreamed. Ensure the return of the son. Of playfulness, of laughter, and of joy. Of mischief that danced upon the gardens. To deliver the sweet treasures from town for your mother, to bright up her existence once more. TO return her appetite to her side, to meet the child she had born. To know its name, to greet its first smile, and to witness its wandering amongst the corridors as you had once done. It was all so… wistful than what had happened. Your return, a phantom of what you had once been—Lady Tamayo had warned you. She had expressed your life was tied with her own. A mere figment of the child you had been, The consequences of your return marred as possession. A baneneko amongst the gardens a manifestation of the curse that had claimed the first-born child. A mocker of his form, adorned with cat ears, and flickered hair that had been dyed orange in the candlelight when you had accepted Lady Tamayo’s grace. The crass of your once black hair, bordered into the paleness of phantoms, struggling to comprehend why your mother had screamed upon the sight of feline features born upon her child. How she had clutched an infant to her breast, mournful rattle of curses for the child she had lost.

              The explanation had died upon your lips, the shatter of priceless vases shattered amongst the pillage of her room. Desperately seeking to defend the child at her breast. The maids that had elicited hushed horrors. Shattered the waters of your return and stripped away the illusion you had fed yourself after so many years. The scuffle of retainers, bound by ropes and akin to the blade of your father.  Haya’s scream, All of it, was a blur. A faint figment of a past you had fled in the night hours, scrapped from the approach of dawn,  your exhaustion or perhaps, the trauma had resorted you to the state Tamayo had warned. Submitted to four paws once more, and collapsed into the snow. Found only by your mistress, and her attendant. The careful hold he had met you with back then. So tender, and considerate. How bitterly he had sworn curses at those who would leave scars upon such a beautiful creature, and the lower of Tamayo’s eyes. Her silence regretful, and to bear the responsibility for your loss. For your life, the slips she had allowed. Offered to tend to you, regain your form, and carry the weight of your burdens. Though, you did not hold her to such a claim. Rather, you submitted to her side. Accompanied the duties amongst the sunlight as her familiar that she could not bear. Delighted in Yushiro’s care when your words could not emerge. Days confined from daylight to be spoiled in his care,

              When your form had greeted you once more, you hadn’t the forethought to consider how it would impact your relationship. Rather upon your return to his side, you had been quick to fall into old habits despite the way his horrified reaction had met your ears. Confused at the grabby, death bound boy he had met so many years ago defying the odds at he flicker of a cat’s ear as he dared to force yourself upon him once more. Some part of you enjoyed the touch of horror in the pitch of his voice and sought to keep what he knew as Chachamaru separate than your state. Rummaged havoc upon a clinic, free to go as you pleased, held together by Lady Tamayo’s silence, and the adorable way the scowl drew upon the spell weaver’s face at your antics. Misplaced bottles, touches of flipped books, targeted customers that dared to press further than they should. Seized upon the opportunity to test a younger man’s will, utilizing abilities to slip from view.  Free to shatter the peace of the night clinic, delighted to shoo away ungrateful inquiries.  Delighted in the uttered antics that Yushiro would confine in Chachamaru of the wanderer who drew his ire, oblivious way his lips would betray the ghost of a smile.

Yes, long ago, you had made the choice to keep the two separate. To delight in the joys of your life as you once had, to return upon mission in the dead of night at his side. To ensure his comfort, to ensure his warmth, and when Lady Tamayo had offered a more… permanent arrangement, all too aware of what fate awaited her. You had accepted without much consideration. The chance to remain at his side. To stay within his touch. You told yourself that if it was Yushiro’s desires, you would live the remainder of existence as Chachamaru To submit yourself to a life upon all fours, to relinquish the freedom of your form. To chain yourself to an existence as a mere condolence of his loss, of Lady Tamayo’s care. You had accepted the terms, though she had never damned you to such a fate. Take care of each other, she had whispered leaving no implications of what such destiny entailed.

              It had been so much easier to bound yourself to such conditions.

              Until the tears slipped from his eyelashes. As the snot caught upon the top of his lip,  and his eyebrows quacked as though he were a small child that desperately missed the comfort of his mother’s sleeves. The rattle of his bones that robbed you of your own breath. The witness of his stat, mournful and destroyed. Confined to a fate he had not agreed to. Alone. Confined to the light of the moon, kept locked away from the presence of day. From people. From warmth, from comfort. From the touch of another, no such creature to remain at his time to catch the tears that spilled from his cheeks as Yushiro’s forehead met your own.

              The quiver of his brow struggling to comprehend the shift in form. The weight upon his lap, and the arms that enveloped him within their hold. Caught upon the back of his head. Attempting to sooth the ends of his hair as though consoling a small child. The flutter of his eyelashes, caught between his tears. The wordless acceptance of a troublemaker’s presence drifted from Chachamaru’s place that regarded his loss with delicate understanding. The unsure flip of your ears to pinion against your head as your gold eyes gazed upon his. The bit of his lip, fumbled into his heart. Grasped at the situation, smart as he has always been. The relief that followed at the ache of his breast that trembled within your hold. Relinquishing his weight into your arms as the depths of his despair became your own, the soft way he whispered your name into your neck as the tears met your skin, allowing you to embrace hm as you had attempted so many times throughout the year. His breath to become your own in the dwindling of the night, drifted into eternity.

A few Yushiro+ SFW Relationship Headcanons with a ENTP Male!Reader

An unexpected relationship that one would struggle to understand. Though with patience and time I mean you have more than enough of that. It’s a relationship that can bear wonderful results.

Where Yushiro hesitates, you are bod. Where he is practical, you are adventurous.  

In a mutual relationship where respect and trust has properly been cultivated, communication will never be a problem between the two of you.

You will find that in many ways, you think alike.

And while Yushiro is more often than not detailed oriented, he finds your ability to adjust to the big picture a comfort that can help him to release his clutches on your existence.

In doing so, you are the answer to a happy future for Yushiro, one in which he is less bound than he would otherwise have suspected. One in which his paintings of the late Lady Tamayo are not held in anguish, but in faint recollections in the clip of your large eyes.

Reminiscent of her own. The way small little bit s of herself have been adorned into your existence both as Chachamaru and bled into your own habits. The way you hold your chopsticks as you ponder something he had whispered over dinner. Thoughtful at the way you gnaw at the tip of the utensils. A small pout as you do so.

Little traces of her slipped into your existence the result of your lives having once been bond together.

You help him to remember her, to touch upon her existence, but at the same time, you are not her, and as such, it can come up from time to time how he regards you. Often times more stiffly than he should, far too willing to offer a hand in walking as a means to assist your navigation of paths. Just as he used to for his lady. The immediate abrasion of those who would dare to greet you pushed back at a bitter tongue, just as he used to do for her.

Oblivious to how you desire engagement. The opportunity to socialize amongst the night streets with curious passerby who are intrigued by your “cosplay”.

The realization often sends a bitter wave through your core, and results in a level of push back. It is an unintentional source of conflict in your relationship.

Though you may wish to snap at him from time to time, irritability can at times be a part of your personality, it is not something that should be approached harshly. Yushiro’s own temper can get the better of him more than not, and you will end up in quite the lover’s spat if you allow your tongue to lash out.

Rather, the issues of your connection with the deceased bleeding into your relationship should be addressed with appropriate discussions. A level approach in which you lean upon his logical thinking will land far better than asking him to consider your perspective. You are not Tamayo hurts, but it’s impactful.

Though Yushiro is a meticulous individual, you may also find yourself frustrated from time to time at the speed in which his brain works, and how quick he is to dive onto topics at hand—I mean you’re already fighting, now seems like a reasonable time to draw up all grievances and air them out.

Though I know it can be difficult in the light of day, be sure to allow each other as much space as you possibly can. It will certainly be easier in the depths of night. He will not fight your escape through the window to the roof, nor to the neighborhood night market to banter with grocers or enjoy visiting a noisy bar. So long as you understand that during your escape, he has claimed your home to give himself time to proceed with the fight.

The reality is that you two are in many ways different than one another in terms of how you process information, feelings, and your environment, and it will require a bit of patient to fine iron each other’s quirks. It WILL require give and take.

Yushiro is dedicated to preserving his relationship, but he also has a tendency to believe he is right, and often unbudging. He will not yield easily, and the bright side is that you do not have the tendency to take things to heart.

You would have to learn to savor moments huddled into one another on a night in, and other times, Yushiro will have to swallow his pride, and allow you to parade him through a night festival and delight in where you will lead him. Which, he is far more willing to follow where you lead if you allow his trust to properly bloom.

He requires consistency and reliability.

If you allow yourself to be as flighty as your heart often claims, you will find the progression of your relationship not only rocky, but incapable of submerging.  Though understand, he has no desire to change the manners in which you approach life—he is adjusted to the usual antics you depict, and your habits to be carried away with the wind.

He wouldn’t change it by any means.

Yushiro secretly delights in the comfort of time alone from time to time, but finds reassurance that some things never changes.

There is no need for excuse, nor a verbal sparring match.

Just. Leave. A. Note.

It’s really that simple.

I can imagine you utilizing the ability to shift into your Chachamaru form more often than you should-- especially when you realize that it is a near instant win in arguments. shame on you.

More so, I can imagine that this revert form is often a great way for you to save energy, and so I can imagine that you find yourself in this form when you are feeling fatigued, or sick.

Imagine Yushiro taking care of your little fever and whiskers.

He takes satisfaction in rubbing your ears just as he used to. More so, he can see the way you still lean into his touch when his fingers graze by your right ear. Putty in his hands, and it's the familiarity of the gesture that has him petting you (cat form or not) more than he is willing to ever confess.

He melts when you take him to a night cat cafe. Though he will never openly admit how happy he is. Such inquiries are sure to elicit a dower mouth pucker, but you are far aware that the kittens in his arm, clung to his pants, and resting upon his head are proof that he is enjoying himself.

Though part of you is jealous that others are cuddled up against him.

Don't be. Yushiro is a dedicated man, not that you need to be told. He takes his commitments very seriously, and with Lady Tamayo's approval of him to remain at your side, as the last piece of her that roams this earth, he is bound to you. His heart will never stray.

The worst you will have to prepare for is the doting I mentioned earlier.

Life in the modern future with you will make his existence far brighter. There is comfort in your willingness to adventure. On his own, Yushiro is willing to confine himself to a small apartment on the edge of existence.

With your free-spirited warmth and curiosity, he is likely to discover that there are few who would suspect his circumstances than there were so long ago. More so, you will find that there is a kindness in the wanderers of the night.

You’re accompanying him is comforting, and if you have given him time, given him the space to come to you as you know to do—you will find that Yushiro will very happily take your hand. Allow you to lead him into the adventures of the night.

[smolchildlevy]

💡💡💡

Hey I loved your Yushiro fic!!!

another yushiro fic idea-> Yushiro and Y/N go out together for some quality time together and while Yushiro goes to get someone for her, some other dude starts trying to convince Y/N to come home with him so they can have some “fun”

anyway feel free to ignore this <3

Drink water and eat something

👉👈 anon

I’m happy you enjoyed it! I hope this is up to par :))

‘She’s taken.’

Yushiro x Reader

Warnings: reader is intended to be female, fluff, jealousy, creepy behavior, cursing

A/N: this is mostly fluff, but if you want a part 2 or another story like this to be smutty or something lemme know!

You and Yushiro shared a home, it was the ideal life with your boyfriend.

It was just an average day, not much to do.

So, he decided to ask you to go out with him to the market, just to spend time together.

You went into a small store, trying to find a few things that you needed.

As you two were looking, you still couldn’t find one of the things you wanted. (Just think of your favorite snack)

“Let me ask if someone knows where (inset snack) is. I’ll be right back.” Yushiro says as he looks around for someone.

“Alright, I’ll stay here.”

He soon left your sight and you preoccupied yourself by looking at the items in the aisle you were on.

That is, until you heard an unfamiliar voice. A man’s voice.

At first, you though he wasn’t talking to you but soon realized he was.

“What’re you doing all alone here? You’re too sexy to be all by yourself~” He says, standing next to you.

“Ah, I’m just waiting for my boyfriend to get back.” You say, feeling uncomfortable as you meet his gaze.

Even with you stating that you have a boyfriend, the man persisted in his flirting.

“You should come with me, we can have ‘fun’ at my house~” He grins mischievously as he gets closer to you.

You were trying to get away, but he kept stopping you.

He went to grab your wrist, when someone prevented him, slapping it away.

“She’s taken. Screw off.” A voice says, this time Yushiro’s voice.

He grabs your waist to pull you away from the man.

“If you don’t, I’ll make you wish you never came here.”

You looked back at your boyfriend to see a clearly pissed expression all over his face.

The man scoffed and walked away, frightened by Yushiro’s threat.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. Are you okay?”

“Mhm, thank you Yu’.” You say, hugging him, to which he hugs back.

“I found someone who knew where (fav snack) was, shall we go?” He asked, holding his hand out for you.

You nod, lacing your fingers with his.

[vampcubus]

𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ 𝐊𝐄𝐘 : fluff — 💕 angst — 🗡 smut — 🖤

❥ 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

— to be added!

❥ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— relationship hcs 💕🖤

❥ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒 & 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

— to be added!

[draxumain]

Hello! I was wondering if I could have a demon slayer match up please?

I'm 18, so only characters 18 and up please!

I'm nonbinary

Two of my favorite characters are Akaza and Rengoku (ironic Ik lol)

I don't care about the gender of the match up, so go wild!

Onto the way I look/am I guess!

I have short brown hair and brown eyes. I wear glasses. I'm plus sized and I tend to wear clothes that are more comfy/practical then trendy but I do still like to wear cute stuff, I have two tattoos at the moment and plan on getting more.

My personality is just a clusterfuck of my mental illnesses and whatever I'm hyperfixated on at that point. It's hard to pin point really.. but I think I'm empathetic, I do tend to get angry very easily, I get anxious pretty often to. I have a phobia of bugs to the point of tactile hallucinations (feeling things that aren't there, like bugs crawling on me). I get discouraged easily, and don't have much confidence in myself and I'm afraid of messing things up alot.

I love dancing and drawing but have been in a mental/creative block for both for quite awhile and it sucks

I love food (especially strawberries!), music, plushies and my comfort shows (bluey (shut up), Steven universe and the owl house)

I hate loud, especially sudden, noises, being hot (I overheat very easy), and people telling me what to do (not in a "I'm better then you" way in a "well I WAS gonna do that thing but now I don't want to and physically can't" way)

I also have ADHD inattentive type, depression, and anxiety (and quite possibly some other undiagnosed things too) if that helps!

Thank you for reading this and please take your time, there's no rush! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)✿

Hi anon! Thanks for requesting I hope you're doing well <3 Heres your matchup! Apologies it's not proofread 🙇🏾‍♀️

For your match up im paring you up with...

Yushiro Yamamoto

Yushiro will 100% be your #1 supporter and fan, no matter what is is you need or want no matter you've done for life in general or just today, he will attend your needs and fully reach your expectations and even beyond.

This man is your hype man! He'll elevate you and praise you every second of the day. It's your insecurities battling against him on the daily, your insecurities are his biggest enemy.

He's so persistent in showing you how much he adores you as sees you as a deity, he'll show his affection in every way shape and form just so it'll get drilled into your head.

Poems, compliments, acts of service, physical touch, making food for you he'll do anything to make sure you know how much he loves you.

To him you'll always be a beaming light within a crowd, he worships the ground you walk on; every part, inch and hair on you is utter perfection your being alone is the reason he thinks god exists, only a deity could carve such a perfect beauty.

Yushiro loves hearing about your new hyperfixations, well to be honest he loves all of you so truly he does not care how much they change. Talk about it all you want, show off cool stuff you made and found about the topic he will listen to every word and remember it all like his life depends on it. Not a single word of yours will be forgotten. Just so, later on he can talk proudly about the topic and you praise him for it.

He wants nothing more then your love and approval, please give it to him.

Your relationship is basically you being expensive fine China and he's a big ol' bubble wrap, wrapping you up again and again.

He's on his toes around you, literally he's on his toes. He doesn't necessarily have a natural eof being quiet however, nor is he loud he's just easy to voice his very... VERY harsh opnions, announce himself loudly when he sees you and can get quite loud when excited and wants to show you something.

So when he learns you prefer it quiet, bros as quiet as a mouse.

It's actually a little scary at first, he'll just spawn next to you without sound and it scares the living shit out of you.

Just tell him and he'll continue to be quiet but in a not so creepy way by lightly knocking before entering the room and keeping his voice to a minimum.

Don't be afraid to tell him what you want, this man's life purpose is to attend to you knees he wants to be told what to do by you and do those things. He adores you and will bend over backwards just to see you happy.

Suddenly craving food? He'll buy you a whole restaurant, you've been eyeing a new plushy? He'll get you it + a bunch of different styled once with the same design concept.

He doesn't understand human entertainment so he doesn't seem to understand what's enjoyable about the human shows he likes but, he knows you like them so automatically he likes them and they're his favourite too, cause you're his favourite and he wants to be your favourite so, everything that's your favourite is  now his favourite.

You mentioned the shows you liked once, just saying it to say it and didn't think much of it but he took a mental note and binged watched it behind your back and FINISHED IT just so you guys can have something to talk about and relate too and, so you could be shocked and impressed he knew about it.

He pretends to be some huge fan and everything.

When you realise he's watched it, you get him to watch it with you again when you're in need of some comfort or just to watch it, you both come together entangled with each other in each others bodies under some blankets and plushies.

He can't help but think him deciding to watch the shows was his best idea ever.

100% worth it.

It's no doubt that no matter what, he'll always be there for you to support, cherish and love you. Until the end of times.

Her Lady's Notes:: I was heavily debating between him and Akaza now I've got the itch to write him so stay tuned for some Akaza Headcannons 🙊

──  ﹫ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌   ؛   𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋

[drluvsick]

ROOM D — OTHER CHARACTERS

doctor’s notes: oh, very rare! it’s a bit hard to get these treatments, but we manage! after all, not many people need this medicine. anywho, they work just as well as the others; so, have fun! <3

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

—N/A

—N/A

—𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

you get injured after your mission and yuichiro takes care of you.

[imconfusedbutok]

hnghhh…

comfort characters are… taking over…

So here’s a thing for you

are they a “I can’t sacrifice you to save the world” kind of person or a “I’d let the world burn” person?

Bruce wayne

Depends on how deep your relationship is

if you’re just a fling or he’s still new to you as a romantic partner

he would sacrifice you

But if he really truly loves you

like if you’re married or he adopted you

goddammit he would let the world go up in flames just to keep you safe with him

Lloyd Garmadon

The world would BURN before he lets you go

goddammit he’s had so many relationships not work out that

If the choice came down to saving you? Or saving the world?

Its you first.

Mirio Togata

As much as he loves you

as much as you mean to him

he would save the world and lose you

he’s a hero, he can’t just choose you over everyone else in the world

what’s one person to the other 8 billion?

Krel Tarron

Yeah no he would burn the world himself if there was ever a choice

be SO for real

this man has lost everything once

he knows what loss truly is

so? To lose YOU?

He would honestly rather die. There is never any hesitation in this man.

Tadashi Hamada

Okay..

this one is actually hard.

i do think tho

he would sacrifice HIMSELF to save the world and leave you

especially if you’re in danger or you have to be sacrifice to save the world

Nu uh

he would take your place in a second

he would rather you lose him than he lose you

Yushiro Yamamoto

Much like tadashi

he would take your place

THE WORLD WILL CRUMBLE TO DUST BEFORE THIS MAN LETS YOU DIE

okay that’s all :3