#Demon Kagaya Ubuyashiki

[echantedtoon]

The Hand That Guides

Gentle words sweetened by poison. Kind smile hiding sharpened teeth. Kind touches laced with sins gripped in fists. Halo being held up by devil horns. The wolf under sheep's clothing wasn't even a wolf but a monster twisted and exotic hiding within a wolf's fur to disguise itself as a normal menace. A monster who hunts but also feels and desires.

What the desire wants will not rest until he has you once more.

(Basically my Roleswap Demon King Kagaya x Reader. Was curious about writing something for a demon Kagaya Ubuyashiki anyways.  Will contain quotes from Pinterest.

Warnings for yandere-ish themes, death/dead body/cannibalism/blood/pregnancy mentions.)

tagging: @lavenderdropp

The cold winds on the outside of the shutters best them against the glass causing a rattling sound to fill the small house like winter itself was beating on your door DEMANDING to be let inside. The cold seemed to seep into your bones despite the fact that you were sat right in front of the fire crackling away, and a thick wool blanket draped over your shoulders.

Your grasp upon the blanket became tighter than before as you cowered ever further from the rattling sounds of the shutters against glass and the wind howling demanding entry. Your response was to try and block it out by cowering your head beneath the blankets and curling up hoping that it would spare you and leave you be. Unfortunately your mind still plagued yourself with memories of that man. The one who was responsible for all your suffering.

You hadn't realized that you had married a monster.

Your husband had always been so doting and attentive to your every need and despite his supposedly fragile state and oddities, you never felt that you were the least bit neglected or unfortunate. However you had no idea of the wolf under sheep's clothing.

He was a selfish man.. There's no question about that. From the very moment you were approached by a servant of his, offering you a position for a caregiver to a seemingly terminally ill man, you had gotten the feeling that he must've been nice from how fondly the messenger had spoken of his master. You being the daughter of the local doctor and herbalist seemed to be the perfect option for a caretaker. It's not like you didn't have experience having helped take care of the patients that stayed in your father's care before. 

The pay offered seemed like a trick, and you sought out this supposed man who was so generous.

You hadn't been lied to when they had spoken about this man being quite pathetic. For all his wealth and power owning such a large estate, he looked about as healthy as a dead flower, as pathetic as a lame horse, and as helpless as a newborn babe. 

The room he was always confined to was dark. Like unusually, unnecessary dark. No windows to be had, with the only source of light being a single candle sitting upon a desk leaned up on the far wall. With strained eyes and a poor excuse for light, you had been surprised by the sight of film white orbs open and staring back at you.

He was blind as well as sick.

Not that it surprised you too much. Sometimes extreme illnesses can have an affect on the body such as loss of senses, but you hadn't been expecting such a sight of damaged purple skin, most of which was wrapped up in so many bandages that you were sure you'd been tricked into seeing a dead body until said body turned his head to you and smiled warmly despite his pathetic state.

"Good evening. You must be the person who's been chosen to care for me. Come in but please close the door behind you. My skin is sensitive to the light."

He could sit up, he could walk. Slowly and barely able too. But what seemed most peculiar was his voice. Despite the constant assault of coughing fits which sometimes drew blood, his voice was always smooth and lovely as if his throat wasn't damaged at all.

That should've been the first sign that something wasn't quite right.

Instead you thought nothing of it in the moment taken by the strange but erepheal aura about him. Perhaps that's what was so drawing about him. Despite everything  he had power, wealth, and seemingly any luxury with just a snap of his fingers, he couldn't enjoy any part of it due to the confinement of his 'conditions'.

"I unfortunately inherited a terminal illness that runs in my family," he had explained to you in such a way that didn't seem to bother him one bit. As if he had accepted death itself as his bedside companion. It took you off back. "Unfortunately it has spread so much that my world has gone dark. It worsens whenever I touch light. Sunlight specifically."

"I've never heard of such an illness being affected by light."

"Oh no. You see I just sunburn very easily, and with such a weakened immunity it takes ages for me to even heal a common bruise. So you may imagine how much trouble sensitive skin has healing sunburns."

The fact you had never heard such a thing should've been another indicator something was off, but if someone was weak then it wasn't impossible for them to be more sensitive to things or to have trouble healing when compared to a normal person with a healthy body. 

He was a prisoner. A prisoner trapped within a world of darkness by him eyes and an eternity of sickness by his body yet being surrounded by anything the most common man would kill to have. Truly ironic. It was like a starving man being served a King's banquet only to never be able to eat because he had no teeth. Perhaps it was partially the pity you felt for him and partially the pay he generously offered that drove you into accepting to be his bedside nurse. Looking back now, it was just as likely it was his words so honeyed that even a queen bed would be disgusted by it. 

Those dammed words.

The words that despite soothed and offered comfort where others' seeked to get it, a man like him was bound to be disliked. It was only to be expected. Society was not kind to those who didn't fit in the general standard for what a man should be. The weakened and sick were victims of that you were afraid. Too many times you've seen people abandon their loved ones into the limited care of your father no desire to care for their sick and/or dying loved ones. Elderly left alone to care for themselves and many babies just left crying on the doorsteps of the local monastery. 

Even born into the world's most fortunate circumstances did not stop the disgust those people feel. The maids whom came to clean up his room and change his bedding once a day, as ordered by your father during one of his routine check ups suggesting a cleaner space would be better for his health, they seemed annoyed by the repeated room clean daily. Making a few not so quiet comments on how before the last head of the estate died they weren't forced into doing a tedious job every day wasting time.

That's how you learnt that the mysterious master whom simply called himself 'Kagaya', had not even been the original Master of his estate but had inherited it from his 'relative' whom had died under 'mysterious circumstances' and came to live here. 

The strangeness surrounding him was as present as the obvious displeased feelings  everyone had to the shift of ownership within the estate and whatever few changes that the master had ordered to make disrupting the order of things. Perhaps that's why he had to seek outside help to care for him? It became quite apparent that no one here was willing to help him. Barely anyone interacted with him outside of the daily cleaning and delivering of food. You had the heart wrenching realization that none of the people here wanted nothing more than to watch him waste away from existence.

A sad existence that no one cares about.

If anyone else was in your position as well, that's what they'd feel too. Not caring about him. Just FOR him in exchange for the money he offered until he passed away and they would no longer be given the gleeful jingling of coins.

What kind of man like him deserved such a fate?

A man whom was fated for misery but who's pleasant smile and kind soul wasn't deserving of the cruelty he received. So you would decide that you would care. Until he succumbed to his illness, you'd care about him not for him. Slowly his entire care transferred to you. Daily clean up and fetching food was nothing wasted on him. Bringing him documents for running of the estate or helping him walk to the bathroom were nothing. 

However you shouldn't have been blinded to the way his body never shook or felt weak under your hands despite the slow pace he walked. How slowly he moved, how calculated he seemed to carry himself was not that of a sick or blind man. No fumbling or stumbling was unnatural..

Yet you carried out your tasks like the devoted carer you were. But it would be one incident that would change date. Stir destiny with a spoon of change of direction and boil it in the pot of deception.

On the night in question he was most unwell. His illness was flaring up causing him the worst of his symptoms. According to the ones whom were here longest this wasn't the first time he had a night like this, but no one else but a called doctor had come to care for him too afraid to be tainted by the blood seeping from his gasping mouth. But a kinder deck of cards had been laid up on the table when he thrashed upon the ground coughing like his throat was gripped from the inside out. Your hands had done what no other servant or person had ever dared.

And something else had stabbed him in his chest sharper than any nicherin blade.

She had cared for him. Her touch was one that was unfamiliar to him. It had that smile from his face as he was mystified with many thoughts. Her touch was one not driven by obligation at that moment but a need to comfort and care. It was the most loving touch he had ever felt in his life. 

That night you had cradled his upper body to stop him from hitting the floor during his planned tremors he had felt it. The warmth of your body, the driven way you rushed to stop him from flailing like a fish out of water-

From that moment, he WANTED. ...no. HE NEEDED YOU! You were so kind. So innocent. So...so..

R A D I A N T.

More addicting than even the fresh blood of a marechi. His first instinct was to just take you away and lock you up for himself but that seemed too cruel. He didn't want to taint your beautiful visage. No, no. You had been too kind as to deserve such a thing. And he was anything but a cruel man to his children and those he surrounded himself with.

So he took a route that was promising to be more long term. A heart was a sensitive thing. As easily swayed as it was passionate or as cold as it could become. 

"Y/n, do you believe in love despite the most impossible odds?"

You hadn't known how to respond when he had grabbed your hand with surprising strength and asked you such a thing. However you did respond with a nod. "I suppose so yes. Love is after all unpredictable. Why do you ask?"

"What would you say to a patient falling in love with their doctor?"

"I would say that it wouldn't be love but gratitude and positive attachment for the person. A lot of patients misinterpret it for love."

"Ah. But the heart can be right couldn't it?"

"It could also be wrong. Sometimes our imagination runs wild."

"Ah. But hearts are wild creatures. That's why our ribs are cages."

At first you had just waved him off not thinking twice about the not so subtle hints being displayed by him. It wasn't uncommon for patients to display attachment for their carers, misplaced gratitude as your father always called it. However you weren't anticipating the bear trap laced with loving touches already set for you.

Soft touches. The way his hand always hovering, seeking to hold yours when it wasn't busy. Eyes despite glossed over in white, you felt could see straight through you so lovingly. A smile on his face that no other man had offered. Genuine, warm, and so soft. 

Erepheal. Inhumanly so. Coming out with softened words of gratitude and thanks. You were stupid to fall for such a honey trap and let yourself be drawn into a wolf's jaws like a rabbit ready to die. Much to your stupidity, much to his delight.

He loved it when you willingly hugged him. Kissed him. Embraced him and all his quirks. Laughed in his presence. Didn't scoff off his words or look on in disgust from his outside appearance and what he had chosen for his disguised life. Tugging off a few heart strings like plucking the strings of a shamisen to have her leaning into his touch. Having her hold him within her lap and listening to her heart beats. A serenity that his centuries of living craved to have. The hand that guided her to the question that open the door of opportunity.

"My dear, I have need for you. For you are the only one that can fulfill my wish."

"What are you referring to?"

"I am in need of a wife and way to continue my legacy. As you can quite imagine, most would rather lie with a wild boar than to simply touch me. However you..Not only have you willingly shown not to be deterbed by the sight of me but seemed to actually enjoy my company which is a far cry from most."

"Me? Marry you?"

"Oh, I know. It is a rather sudden and surprising thing to ask out of nowhere so I'm not surprised by your reaction, but I do promise you that I can provide you with whatever you may need at my disposal. I may not be the most desirable husband but I promise you that I can give you all of me."

"I think you're asking me because you feel pressured to marry soon."

"You can not deny that we have something between us." A tight hand squeeze. "You don't have to answer now. Think it over first before you decide anything permanent."

How foolish you were.

"I do."

Those were the two words that you spoke promising your life with him. Sealed together forever and all it took was him getting you a pretty ring and having a ceremony at night with you guiding him out to the garden where the requested priest was waiting.

It was perfect.

Perhaps that's why he slipped up.

He became too comfortable. Got too used to his separate lives being intertwined yet separate that he allowed the mistake to happen. It wasn't until it was too late for you to turn back from the sweet kisses and gentle touches. A comfort in ways you never felt before. So you thought nothing about it. The red flags. The warning signs. The out of place things. He always took care of you so there was no reason to think that he was anything but caring.

So when you found out that you were expecting, you were over the moon. So you wanted to inform your husband as soon as possible! His reaction was expected. Shock. More shocked than a normal human man. You didn't think twice when you interrupted his sleep to which he specifically asked you never to interrupt. 

Usually you had never bothered him with anything during those days he simply requested a servant to bring him food. But your blindness to the other side was what drove you forward. Calling out to him and announcing your arrival before he knew what was happening-

"I'm pre-"

His body had frozen up. The door sliding open for the bloodshed on the other side to become revealed. Blood splattered amongst the floor and pooled around a cadaver long since dead in the middle of the room.

And the shocked face of the monster covered in blood staring back at her.

Red copper smelling liquid drenched all over his shocked face and upper torso from the meal interrupted. His eyes as wide as plates. The horrified shriek screeching out of the woman washed over him in horrified realization. The creature vaguely resembling the form of her husband slowly stood up. To do what, the woman wasn't sure. But instincts took over any rational thought as she turned and RAN. Ran like her life depended on it out of the house and into the daytime passing confused neighbors and surprised strangers looking up at the sudden woman shrieking and running like hell itself was biting at her heels. It was that day a horrible realization had been revealed to her shattering reality itself.

Your husband had been a man eating demon this entire time.

Kagaya had been standing there, hunched over the unmoving cadaver like some monstrous animal rabid with hunger. Red stained his clothes and splattered against his skin. Dripping down from the shocked face and falling to his crimson dipped hands like sick hell's rain. The face of a million smiles now sharpened like blades to cut flesh.

You shrieked out loud enough to warrant the action of anyone around you. You had ended up running clear out of the estate until you had reached your father a hysterical mess, gasping for air as your body shook from fear of the thing that you saw. You couldn't go back. Not now that you knew about the truth of the matter at hand. In your panicked state, you had told anyone else who would listen to what you saw. The result was a party of men including a few hunters with weapons in the front.

Storming the estate and marching into the closed off room to where you had saw the thing whatever monster it was. Only to discover not a living soul within the space. No dead body, and no Master Kagaya. Just a pool of obvious blood on the floor and a few splattering across the walls.

A gruesome sight indeed that turned many a man's blood to ice, but there was no signs of him. A quick and intense search of the entire estate and even some of the nearby woods had turned up no traces of him or any remains of the missing girl whom you later found out was one of the more crueler maids that Kagaya had requested to bring him water. 

If not for the remaining blood, you would've thought that you had gone insane. Apparently it has also not been the first time a person had gone missing in or around the estate. One at least every few weeks. It hadn't seemed suspicious with the amount of time between each person, and it was usually those most displeased staying there or had spoken of finding other work. You had thought they had just left. You never thought in a million years they'd be eaten alive!

A priest had been called to cleanse the estate before everyone fled from the cursed area. However you were terrified of what that thing was opting to stay within your room and never leave. That however did not stop the rumors and stigma of you being the wife of the monster. The hated looks. The eggs that were pummeled against your house in the middle of the night. 

You felt disgusted. Every memory of his touch sending you into terrified shakes. The same hands that killed held you. The same lips that kissed you consumed flesh and bone. The same man was nothing but a monster.

But worse of all now you were to be the mother of the monster's children.

Eventually your father figured that the best course of action was to send you few towns over to stay with distant relatives. If to not do anything but get you away from the madness this place had given you.

It had worked out for a few months. Despite the surprise reactions from your family at your sudden and scared arrival, they welcomed you into their home and let you stay with them as your pregnancy progressed. You were a mixed bag of emotions and fear despite the days and nights without a trace of your 'husband' in sight.

Until one night your family decided to go out leaving you home alone with nothing to do but cozy up by the fire and try to forget about your problems. It wasn't until someone approached the door that had your terror tonight on edge.

The unmistakable sounds of snow crunching slowly under feet wormed it's way louder than the wind and repeated tapping of the shutters against the glass panels. A chill running down your spine and goosebumps forming a long your paled skin.

At first you dismissed it as an animal. A deer, wolf, stray dog- Sone kind of large beast. It wouldn't be the first time you had animals near your home, however a deep dread filled you as your tired brain realized something about the sounds of those steps.

I T  W A S  W A L K I N G  O N  T W O  L E G S.

Fully aware now, you body frozen where you sat as whatever it was encircling your small house was slowly making it's way from around the right side of the home and crunching it's way slowly towards the front door.

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD-

Your wife eyes widened as a ghost hand entrapped your throat in fear. Head turning following the steps until it reached just outside of the front door. Heart pounding in your ears, you stared at the door in silence. No sounds other than the intense breeze outside and the crackling laugh of the fire behind you. Until there was a sound. A sound that made you flinch violently. The door shook a little bit. A small tug from the outside being stopped by the lock on the door securely keeping it shut. The lock jingling where the hook went through the loop. An experimental few tugs were given before it stopped all together leaving you to look on in terror, and then the next few sounds were given.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The sound of shock and terror fled from your throat as you froze solid. You gave a shriek, scrambling back as the shook harder.

No. NO!! This was real! He wasn't really there! Your mind was playing tricks on you-

JINGLE. JINGLE. JINGLE.

The flimsy hook lock jingle with each hard tug on the door.

CLINK-

Until it unhooked. The door slid open as a whoosh of cold wind and snowflakes blew into the room. The sharp sting of cold making you raise a an arm to shield yourself from the on slot, fire wavering wildly in the hearth before your eyes blinked through the darkness and widened in fear of the purple eyes shining through the darkness.

And there he was. 

Kagaya. Looking the same as the day you left him. Only difference was his eyes. The orbs that used to be useless and white as snow now as purple as poison and slited like the predator he was. The demon could only stare at you and the obvious round middle you now sported with the unexpected arrival of your newborn on the way within the next few months. A gentle hum leaving his throat with an innocent tilt of his head.

"My goodness. Look at you. I was not expecting such a thing to be possible, but like with love many things seem to be proving themselves possible to me."

Your terrified self got up to your feet shuffling behind the chair you were sat in a moment ago when he stepped into the home. "You stay away from me!"

Instead he simply reached around to close the door behind him. "It's rather cold outside. That can't be good for the children. Do you have a coat?" He hummed again to himself looking around the house. "You'll be needing one to keep you warm after you pack and come back home."

"Are you mad!? Why would I ever go anywhere with a monster!?"

"A monster?" He smiled turning his head to a degree that was physically impossible for a human. "Now that seems to be a harsh judge of character, Darling."

"You killed that girl! You ate her body and then left behind her blood for her family to mourn." Your fingers dug into the fabric of the armchair until your knuckles were white with fear and anger. "You have sins carved into your soul that not even a devil would touch."

The head tilting was followed by the sound of a ship cracking as his head rapidly snapped back into it's rightful place. A hum escaped his throat and a hand reached out to rub his chin thoughtfully with purpled nails.

"Sins? Is it a sin to find beauty in the darkness?" A hand extended towards yourself. "To watch as the night sky comes alive with the eyes of the gods? To listen as the forest whispers centuries old secrets?" His footsteps echoed with each step towards you. "To find solace as shadows dance the same dance they have for eons? Powerful things lurk in the darkness and it is a sin to forget them."

Your body abandoned its place behind the armchair and stepped away from his approach until your back one inevitably hit the form blockage of the wall behind you. "It's also a sin to take an innocent life."

"Oh, but her life would've ended anyways. She didn't know it yet but she was very sick, and she would've died a very slow, very sad death loosing all her bodily functions. By taking her to death early she suffered nothing."

"And I am supposed to think what you did was supposed to be an act of mercy? You had no right to take step in where the reaper makes his own choice."

He chuckled. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. But I provided a way to avoid any suffering. A quick end now is usually preferable to a long suffrage in the grand scheme of things."

"You're sick. Both literally and figuratively."

"Am I? I suppose it's natural to think that of me at first."

Your lungs filled with a shaking breath. "Kill me if you insist on finishing what you started, but I have no intention of bowing to a king who wears a crown studded with the jewels of every life he's has ended."

For once he looked taken aback stopping just a few steps away from yourself. "Kill you? Oh, dear me. Is that what you thought I came here for?" His head shook swaying ebony locks. "No, no, no. That wouldn't be beneficial to either of us."

"Then why?"

"Why? You have got the arms I want to be wrapped in. You have got the eyes I want to get lost in. You have the smile I can never resist. You have got the voice I want to listen to for hours. I decided on you. I want you and only you."

"I fell in love with your words! Unfortunately they were all lies!"

"No. That's not true." That gentle smile was back as he approached her once more. "I didn't lie that I love you. It wasn't a lie before and it certainly isn't a lie now." 

Your body completely froze up pressing back against the wall hard as he practically looked over you. Silence as cold as death and as sweet as those words with the way he caressed your trembling face.

"My biggest mistake wasn't falling for you, it was thinking that you had fallen for me too instead of what I deceived you to interpret me as. It's not all for worse however. We have all eternity."

"You're a dangerous man."

"Ah. But you see the most dangerous person is the one who listens, thinks, and observes."

[yuki2sksksk]

Cigarette,

Daydream,

You were only 8 years old...

[the-faceless-bride]

More Ideas for KNY (demon slayer) different characters ♡ (SOME NSFW CONTENT FOR SANEMI AND MUZAN AND MENTIONS OF GORE IN SANEMI AND LIGHT NSFW IN GYOMEI)

<- Part 1

Imagine being dangerously in love.

Imagine being a demon, obsessed with the brash, and blood thirst Wind Hashira. the first time ever being in battle with him is what leads you down a path of want and lust for the cruel hashira.

Imagine going out of your way to always be where he is, always catching his attention and being attacked by him. He believes you're mocking him, following him just to show off that he hasn't been able to kill you. But that isn't true at all. When you fight, you never actively try and gut him, only blocking your neck and leaving the rest of your limbs exposed to be lashed in this masochism tango.

Imagine struggling to hide your enjoyment and ecstacy each time his sword ripped, teard, and scar your body. He had to have known how me made you feel. He must. The darkness of your cheeks must've been a giveaway. Right? His eyes bewitching you in how intense he glares into your soul. It sets a fire under your cold skin, a burning desire.

Imagine one time when you and Sanemi are fighting. Other slayers show up. But they don't instantly jump into the fight. 1. from looking at the fight, you hadn't landed a single strike and seemed to be a greater deal slower than the hashira, and 2. Tanjiro made an odd comment. "Huh, it's like she's avoiding striking him on purpose."

Imagine how Shinobu decided the fight was long enough and tried to sneak in and end the fight. Only for a switch to set off and catch her off guard and spin at the speed of light, leaving a large gash across her body from her left founder to her hip. And Sanemi instantly tried to help her. Only to be stopped by your own weapon pressed so close to his neck that even swallowing made his Adamsapple scrape against a sharp blade. "Don't you dare. Your attention is meant for me. Are you seriously letting her attempt to get between us work?" And that made Sanemi pause... "us? Wha-" -- "don't play dumb darling. We're soulmates, Sanemi~" you whisper to him. "What the fuck."

Imagine how now you make him feel so conflicted, how he hates you for what you are but loves you for how you make him feel... in his home in his spare time as the sun rises, his windows covered and locked tight as he has you on your knees, leaning forward and his chest pressed to your back. Your head locked between his bicep as his other hand held his sword under you. It nicks you each time he thrusts. If he pushed you forward anymore, his blade would surely cut your chest and stomach open. "I HATE YOU, YOU FILTHY DEMON. I DONT WANT YOU. CURSE YOU FOR DEMONIC TEMPTATION." You softy cry at the harsh words from your love, "I don't care if you don't want me... I'm yours right now..."

Sanemi Shinazugawa × Demon reader Trope: Yandere Lovesick/I hate you so much I love you.

Imagine being with Muzan his entire life... your family were servants to his family. And from a young age, you were assigned to be Muzans personal maid or companion as you were too young to really do any work than cleaning up his room. But since you can remember, you've always been with Muzan.

Imagine being the one he confides with most. His fears, his wishes, and despite his coldness. His shouldering eyes seemed to be less scorching when it came to you. His one and only friend. Even if you didn't have much of a choice in the companionship. It was you who sat in on his doctor's visits about his deteriorating health. When he got the news of how it would be a miracle for him to even make it to his mid 20s...

Imagine how one night after a particularly scary coughing fit, he simply places his head to your mid section as you blush his hair and pull it back into a braid. He softy thanks you as he tilts his head to look up at you, "Of course, I'm always happy to take care of you." But that isn't want he wants. He wanted to take care of you. Not you to him. And without thinking, he pulls you down to him.

Imagine His heat is pounding in his chest. You lay across him as his long and slim fingers tease you between your legs. You try and stay quiet, your face twisted with pleasure and guilt. You felt like you were taking advantage of the sick man who would never find love or feel the love of another in such a romantic and intimate way. You thought maybe that this was him just grasping for a moment where he didn't feel so useless being bedridden. But it was so much more. If this was the last thing he did, pleasing the only one who he cared for most. The one he wished he could've married... he would be happy to die. This surely isn't good for his heart, but he couldn't care less. You hovering yourself above him. As he tried weakly to pull you in to rest your whole weight. This was how he wanted to spend his last days, weeks, and months. However long he had left. He wanted it to be with you.

Imagine as days go by, and he feels more and more guilty. He starts to feel as though you let him do these things because you feel obligated as his personal maid to do so. Nights in the dark ask he fingers you, giving and receiving oral pleasure. But you still won't give him everything. You refuse to fully lay with him. Sometimes, he feels like it's because you don't really love him. Not like he does you. Or maybe you find him... pathetic... he can't actually make love to you. You'd be doing all the work. He doesn't want that, and it seems you don't either... eventually, his thoughts become too much, and he decides to let you go...

Imagine you were relieved of all your maid duties, not just to Muzan but to the family as a whole. You were heartbroken. And the heartbreak only worsened at the news of Muzan and his families and your families deaths. You'd cried more times than you'd ever had before in your life. And you were so very confused when you'd found a Man who looked exactly like Muzan sitting in your bed a few nights later. "Hello dear. I'm home." He invented to truly give you what you wanted, and he was eager to give it too you.

Muzan Kibutsuji × reader Trope: Unrequited/reunited love/soulmates

Imagine being Master Kagaya's faithful slayer, you'd always admired him. You and your Master had created a strong bond. Stronger than others. Moments like this reminded you that you were special. You sat on your knees as you just like you had the first time. Your head pressed to his chest and he dragged his fingers over your head.

Imagine trying not to tear up as you remember the first time you'd kneeled for him. You'd been reckless and impatient leading to a fellow slayer getting extremely hurt. You kneeled before him as you sat in the room alone waiting for him to speak. Doing your best to not make any noise as you silently cry. You'd failed him. Your beloved Master. But he didn't yell. He didn't make you feel like you were a problem. He merely hummed before knealing with you, one hand on atop your head and the other cupping your cheek feeling the wet stream of tears and wiped it away. "It's alright. You didn't mean for this to happen. I know you didn't. I know you're a good girl." And your breath hitched. He noticed. And from then on he gave you positive affrimations which encouraged you to do better. For him.

Imagine how as you sat there listening to his words letting yourself flow away and melt into your master. He thought it was innocent. He was simply your master helping you, if it wasn't him maybe you'd find these soft words from Gyomei or maybe even Kyojuro... but he was wrong. So wrong. It was him. Only him. You'd put yourself on the line so much more than you should've. All to hear those soft praises. His wife must not like you... you do take up more and more of his time as days go on...

Imagine how he softly calls to you. Late that night, he'd heard your footsteps. He sat with you talking. About anything that day. Soft and short conversations. Quiet but not uncomfortable. "You're my favorite you know." He sighed, before he let out a small chuckle "don't tell the others." You know he was teasing. But your heart told you other wise.

Imagine being hurt. In battle you were hurt. But even in your pain you still made your way to your master... your beautiful Kagaya... the married man, the family man, that you had fallen in love with. "My dear, you still come and see me while you're in such pain?" He seemed shocked. But you aren't sure why, you'd walk on hot coles and crawled on your hands and belly to kneel for him. You'd do anything for your master. And you could only hope as his favorite... you wouldn't let him down. Finally you lifted your head from his chest, pulling his hands from your hands, leaving a kiss to his knuckles. One day. One day you'll have him.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki × Slayer reader Trope: unrequited love/lovesick/slow burn

Special Part two of Forbidden love with Gyomei × demon

Imagine how the rest of the slayers flock around Gyomei, asking him so many questions. And he couldn't even answer them all. Too consumed by his disbelief that the person he'd fallen in love with so deeply, had turned out to be a demon.

Imagine how he layed in bed lonely and... missing you. He began to long of your cold touch, your voice, your laugh that was so contagious to him. He missed you. He'd fallen for you. Demon or not. He laid in his bed trying and failing to get even a wink of sleep. But just as he had almost fallen asleep he was awoken by a sound. 'Tap tap' was the sound, 'tap tap' on his window. "Gyomei... my love..."

Imagine how he practically leaped from his bed. Demon or not you had carved yourself a spot in his heart. Slamming open the window and pulling you inside, his hands instantly feeling over your cheeks, your nose, your neck. Kissing the knuckles of your cold hands.

Imagine being the one that made Gyomei for a moment stay from his faiths. Gyomei devoted his life to his beliefs, that includes waiting. Waited all his life for the one. Saving himself and waiting. But you both were in a unique circumstances... so from that point on Gyomei promised himself to you. You would stay with him in his home and he would always come back to you. That night he would kiss you, love you, lay you under him while he whispered for you to be his.

[beddybites]

sat down and made fankids for tengen and his wives in 12 hours because i had the idea of them naming their children after the other hashira and got emotional

[ghostnfriends]

[ydotome]

I know that you fought in order to protect others. You're not a murderer. He was the kind of person...who would always say exactly what you longed to hear at that moment. - Kimetsu no Yaiba: Hashira Geiko-hen - Episode 8

[jinmelon]

KYAAAAA these are so interesting to readddd

[faintrustle]

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

[nayrring]

Muzan was so messy for calling ubuyashiki "hideous looking" like that's ur twin boo😩

[sonnyjohnson]

Demon Slayer: Hashira Training Arc

(Episode 8)

[mirxia09]

Kagaya🌸💜👑

[echantedtoon]

Demon King Kagaya,,all the power of Muzan all the behavior of regular Kagaya,,,,,oughhh

I can’t help but imagine DK Kagaya with a reader who’s also a demon, but is similar to Nezuko in that she’s resisting his control and doesn’t eat humans. Maybe he doesn’t notice her at first, just trying to “help” some poor sick soul while also furthering his own goals(you can’t tell me demon Kagaya wouldn’t see turning people into demons as saving them).

He forgets about her, as he has other matters that require his attention. But then they have a chance encounter and..unlike every other demon he’s ever turned, she’s silently rebelling against him by not consuming human flesh.

YES THIS!!

I was thinking this exact same thing actually.

[gabbyp09]

[madwomansapologist]

──────〃✰ kinktober 2024 ୨ৎ

welcome to my first kinktober! bellow you'll find prompts i've come up with + one that was commented on a post i made about this very same subject.

if you want to be tagged, tell me! i update this post everytime i finish one of the prompts with some details.

୨ৎ WEEK 1: LET'S PLAY PRETEND ୨ৎ

OCT 1ST strip poker with sir crocodile

title: poker face synopsis: luckily, mr. zero didn't knew you were a mugiwara. luckily, mr. zero fell for your bluffs. unfortunately, you never imagined it would be that hard to not fall for crocodile's charm. [3.1K] cw: mugiwara!fem!reader, strip poker, strip tease, public sex, cock crush, nipple stimulation, size difference, fingering (f!receiving), riding, biting, scratching, finger sucking, p in v, creampie, possessive behavior, mob boss meets a baddie, pussy so good he wonders about marriage.

OCT 3TH somnophilia with kento nanami

title: sweet dreams synopsis: watching the man you love deny himself of his needs, you take matters into your own hands. or lips, to be more precise. [1.5K] cw: established relationship, service top!reader, somnophilia, body worship, nipple stimulation, masturbation (m!receiving), oral (m!receiving), choking (gn!receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation.

OCT 5TH incest with karlach

title: a small favor synopsis: a movie night turned into you being a good girl for your older sister. if only she had warned you of what it truly meant. [1.1K] cw: t!karlach, plus size!reader, incest, lil sis/big sis, dub con, gaslighting, obssessive behavior, apologetic, spit, dry humping, pussyjob, premature ejaculation.

୨ৎ WEEK 2: MONSTERS AND LESBIANS DESERVE LOVE TOO ୨ৎ

OCT 6TH monster fucking with multiple monsters

title: haunted bang synopsis: when you decided to explored a haunted mansion, all you wanted was to gain more knowledge for your grimoire. you never expected it to be habited, even less for all the residents to agree that sharing is caring. [2.4K] cw: wizard!reader, teratophilia, monster fucking, gangbang, voyeurism, size difference, manhandling, mind connection, scent kink, oral (females!receiving), pet play, pussy drunk, overstimulation, you know that post about "would you fuck your clone?", f in v, monsters included are a eldritch creature, a werewolf, a vampire and a shapeshifter.

OCT 8TH shower sex with namivivi

title: let it sink in synopsis: the fight was over, the war was done, but the tension was still there. watching the princess falling victim of her own mind, the navigator has to intervene. [1K] cw: established relationship, insecurity, a bit of hurt and a lot of comfort, this isn't sex it's love okay i'm sensitive about them, shower sex, masturbation.

OCT 10TH scent kink with farcille

title: animal attraction synopsis: back from the dead, falin could feel something changing inside of her. but with marcille's scent blinding her mind, she ignored the dragon and focused on the warmth coming from her friend. [0.8K] cw: the night pre-chimera, scent kink (in a dragon’s mate way), nipple stimulation, a tiny small bit of somnophilia, erotic dreams, public sex.

OCT 12TH masturbation with nico robin

title: a helping hand synopsis: there is an aspect of sailing in the grand line you failed to consider: there is no one to fuck. of course, that's only true if you ignore your crew as candidates. [0.5K] cw: sorry for the delay! reader has a little crush on luffy, masturbation, accidental orgasm denial, accidental/non-accidental voyeurism.

୨ৎ WEEK 3: REWARD SYSTEM ୨ৎ

OCT 13TH praise kink with kagaya x reader x amane

title: pretty, pretty, pretty synopsis: back from a mission, is time to remember your lovers you will always be there to take care of their every needs and desires. [1.1K] cw: sorry for the delay! established relationship, kagaya x reader x amane, dom!fem!reader, praise kink, voyeurism, masturbation (f! and m! receiving), body worship, oral (m!receiving).

OCT 15TH bondage with dark justiciar shadowheart

title: sing your prayers synopsis: to worship lady shar, one must be perfect. shadowheart will guide you, make you the best you can ever be. don't matter the cost, her teachings shall find a way into your very soul. [1K] cw: fem!reader, bard!tav, domme!shadowheart, power imbalance, memory loss, bondage, humilliation kink, temperature play, gaslighting, dacryphilia, religious imagery, Shar vs Selune.

OCT 17TH corruption kink with shan yu

title: training session synopsis: you're tired of being treated like a glass about to be shattered. if he will have you whole, than it's only fair you receive the same. [1.3K] cw: established relationship, corruption kink, finger sucking, masturbation (m!receiving), oral (m!receiving), cum eating.

୨ৎ WEEK 4: ANIME SEASON ୨ৎ

OCT 24TH sex pollen with kyojuro rengoku

title: milk me synopsis: usually demons' poisons just kill whoever was affected by them. this time, it served for something else. something way better. [2.1K] cw: established relationship, eye patch!kyojuro, crystal hashira!reader, sex pollen, public sex, pussy drunk, forced orgasms, overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), p in v, dacryphilia, spit, nipple stimulation, accidental voyeurism (we'll say: sorry miss shinobu).

୨ৎ WEEK 5: LOVE, LOVE, LOVE ୨ৎ

OCT 27TH exhibitionism kink with ryomen sukuna

title: mine synopsis: watching the man you love deny himself of his needs, you take matters into your own hands. or lips, to be more precise. [0.5K] cw: established relationship, toxic couple (only towards others), exhibitionism, public sex, cockwarming.

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[beddybites]

i have another animatic out now!!

you can watch it here or here !!

[firefish55]

so like. has Ufotable forgotten this is an anime? isn't this like a bit too much?