#kagaya ubuyashiki

[ghostbite0]

the people demanded more baby muichiro / baby hashira au and who am i to deny them it (i will be taking a break though my wrists are TIRED)

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[nayrring]

No because why are all the kimestu fathers so far all so goddamn fine

[bloodbladesanddemons]

Oh look! All men!! XD

I felt like doing one of those character memes and to be honest, I knew exactly where each character would be for this haha!!

Hope ya'll like it!!

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Kagaya falling in love with a demon s/o? Two of his children got trapped in the area infested with demons and had thought the worst but later found out demon reader protecting them from the others. She built a small den with wisteria although it hurt her, she still stayed close to guard them and provided for them.

Yandere Kagaya Ubuyashiki

Okay this situation would be really challenging and not really possible in canon...

But this is a fanfic so Fuck canon XD

Kagaya would be worried when his child disappeared.

Of course, as any parent would.

And he was really relieved when his child was found safe and unharmed.

And when his children start telling about the person who helped them during that time, of course Kagaya wants to meet them...

It would only be a "little" shock when they find out that you are a demon.

Okay once this was found out every Hashira would be against letting you live.

But none of them want to go against Kagaya.

With you, Kagaya would be really restrictive.

He doesn't want you to hurt yourself or others.

Of course, your "visit" to him is a big security risk.

Another reason why you really can never leave him.

So you've practically been kidnapped.

Kagaya explains it calmly and is polite.

All things sound reasonable when.he.says it.

He has a soothing voice.

But maybe just to be safe, he puts wisteria flowers near the exits.

But even his kindness has its limits.

If you behave badly, good things will not follow.

Usually he just scares you.

But don't worry he will also comfort you later.

[6chimeraqueen9]

Skdjskkdkf

Man, don't ever listen to people when they tell you that you can't play with figures, yes you can

[forsworned]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[magicalbunbun]

Hm...you know I love it when I think that yoriichi would be the real demon king God, kagaya and yoriichi are like daki and her brother, yoriichi only come out only when he is bored or feels when kagaya gets to close to death.

Oh and michikatsu how dose it feel? To know your brother betrayed you?

[capobegone]

The Glory of Facial Expressions in KNY Manga

Okay, we all remember the scene where Tanjiro announces he’s gonna kill Muzan and everyone kinda laughs at him like “Ah what a silly little guy thinking he can kill Muzan!” Shinobu has the cutest giggle, Gyoumei even chuckles so warmly! They all look so lovely and normal!

AND THEN IN THE MANGA IT’S CHAOS.

Kyojuro is just SO INTO IT. Kagaya is the sweetest of course and is like “Mhm good job honey you’ll get there eventually! But let’s try and start with something small :)”, and meanwhile his daughter is just staring at Tanjiro like he’s started reciting poetry backwards in Dutch. Muichiro has absolutely no clue what’s going on. Shinobu is going through the five stages of secondhand embarrassment. Gyoumei is repressing the hardest laughter of his life to the point where his cheeks are puffing out and he’s physically shaking. TENGEN IS ABOUT TO HAVE A FUCKING ANEURYSM. This right here is absolute art. I love the anime to pieces, but holy SHIT is the manga comedy gold.

[plaguechyld]

You Don’t Need Your Eyes To See

Kagaya x Gn!Reader

All fluff, just soft stuff :)

Kagaya hummed happily when he felt your soft lips trail a line of kisses from his forehead to the base of his neck. He loved the feeling of your touch, being blind and all made him rely more on his other senses to compensate for his non functioning eyes.

He feels your hand slowly rubbing his head, causing him to let out a content sigh and lean into your touch. After a decent amount of silence, he finally speaks.

“My dear… How does it look today?” He asks you in his ever calm and gentle voice. You smiled and though he could not see it, he could definitely feel the warmth coming from you.

“It is lovely out today, the sky is blue with only a few clouds scattered across. The trees are lush and there are butterflies flitting about.” You answer him honestly, describing the scene of the estate’s garden to him in careful detail. He nods his head slowly before letting out a soft sigh.

“Sometimes I..” He pauses, as if rethinking his choice to speak up about what was on his mind. He feels a soft squeeze around his hand, undoubtedly from your own. Internally he thanks you for your gentle patience. “Sometimes I wish that I could still see you… There is so much I wish to enjoy with you, and how can I do so without even seeing any of it?” He asks you in a sad voice. Your eyes widen slightly before returning to their gentle gaze. It was not often that the leader of the demon slayer corps voiced things that upset him.

“Kagaya… Tell me, what do you hear?” You ask him while leaning your head on his shoulder. “And what do you feel, what do you smell?”

He remains silent for a moment, thinking over your questions.

“I hear.. the soft rustling of dense tree leaves and the birds chirping. I hear distant running water from the waterfall and your quiet breaths.” He pauses again before continuing to speak. “I feel your hair on my shoulder and your kisses on my neck, I feel the soft and lush grass below me and a dandelion between my fingers. I smell the crisp and slightly earthy scent of the garden.” While Kagaya talks a smile spreads across your face.

“That’s right, everything you just said is what our surroundings are like. You haven’t missed a single detail.” You say in a soft voice, wrapping your arm around your husband’s waist.

“You see everything, my love, just in a different way. You can experience everything others can and see it in your own way. You don’t need your eyes to see.” You speak in a gentle voice and Kagaya’s muscles are no longer tense. All traces of sadness have left the blind man as he leans on you.

“You’re right. Thank you, for helping me see.” He says softly, a small smile gracing his lips. You nod before gently pressing your lips against his in a soft and delicate kiss.

“I love you, Y/n.”

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer incorrect quotes pt 4

sanemi: Go to Hell giyuu, tearing up: I wish I could ---------------------------------------------------- tanjiro: We need a distraction. zenistu: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? inosuke, whispering: My time has come ----------------------------------------------------

shinobu: We can't tell you because you're not a member of the club. giyuu: What club? sanemi: The hating giyuu club. giyuu: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club! ---------------------------------------------------- douma: Can I bother you for a second? akaza: You're always bothering me, but go ahead. ---------------------------------------------------- kagaya ubuyashiki: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder? muzan: Stop romanticizing the past.

[pocochiiiiii]

Hollow knight style demon slayer characters part 4

(It took a long time to design the characters😭😭😭)

[ydotome]

Thank you. You are such a wonderful child. - Kimetsu no Yaiba: Yuukaku-hen

[the-chikyuu-times]

“You’ll be able to find yourself again for sure… Muichiro.”

[scrimblyscrorblo]

What do you think the Masters reaction was when he initially found out what Giyu was gonna do if Nezuko ate a human 👀

we are all on a giyu fix it seems lmao

I can only assume he was very very concerned at first - he did not think Giyuu was that sentimental (no one did TT)

[muzansfangs]

Guilty pleasure.

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

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

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

part 1| part 2| part 3| part 4| part 5| part 6| part 7| part 8

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SUBMISSION.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were kind of tired to be a lone wolf.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your genuine love".

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

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

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

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

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

♚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AUTHOR NOTE.

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

Until next, I love you!

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[6chimeraqueen9]

imagine pet cafe owner! Kagaya trying to bathe Kittyzan, and Kittyzan hides behind his hubby Kokucat

i wouldnt pick a fight with a maine coon