#kimetsu no yaiba gyutaro

[ghooostea]

Gyutaro as a hashira! I think a simple design suits him alot ( ´ q ` )♡ I couldn't help but doodle my brains out over him lol

[lelee-tdn]

Update of the heavy metal au 😼, more outfits, more chaos.

Close ups:

[whimsyvixen]

✣ 𝕀 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ✣

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Fic

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Gyutaro x Female Reader

Synopsis: The monster that visits you at night wants a different taste this time.

WARNINGS/TAGS: dark smut, explicit sexual content, non-con, extremely dubious consent, non-consensual touching, biting, mild blood, forced pleasure, dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, slut shaming.

Author's Note: This was just supposed to be short drabble, but I got a little carried away. Mind the tags and hope you enjoy!

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He tore away at the neck of your kimono, intent on exposing your soft flesh to his ravenous gaze. 

You couldn't stop the tears that flowed as he towered over you, your fear of being eaten causing you to shake like a leaf in terror. "I didn't know he was a Hashira, I-!" At the slight brush of his lips on your bare skin, you sobbed in earnest, anticipating excruciating pain in the seconds to come. 

“Please,” you sniffled, “anything but this. T-there must be something I can… oh God, don’t please, p-please, please!” Your voice rose in pitch when he scraped his teeth on your chest, leaving red welts in their wake. 

You felt the sleeve of your dress tugged further down, baring a nipple to the cool air of the room. Despair was all you could feel as you realized he was about to tear your heart right out of your chest and not give you a quick death. You shut your eyes and muttered prayers to the gods, hoping they’ll listen and save you from your fate.

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Weak pleads for mercy tumbled out from your trembling lips, the pathetic display filling Gyutaro with sick satisfaction.

There was nothing no one (much less any god) could do to stop him from devouring you. He’d only kept you alive these past few days to heighten your fear– terrorizing you in your sleep, threatening to hurt your loved ones should you attempt to escape him, explaining in detail how he’d eat them then you, reminding you that you were nothing but food to him– anticipating how sweet your screams will be once he's fully consumed you. 

You’d be dead already from his poison if not for the vial of liquid he forced down your throat every night. He didn't want you dying on him too quickly. It was fun having a dumb little human to entertain him when he felt the need to play with his food. 

Gyutaro paused at the sight of your bare tit, tilting his head curiously at your heaving mounds of flesh. 

Ignoring your pleas, he parted the dress completely, his eyes drinking you in in all your naked entirety. Possessiveness filled him at seeing his marks all over your body, the once unblemished and pure flesh now riddled with cuts and bruises. 

“What a sight you are,” he breathed, his blood rushing south as he continued to leer at you. “You’re much prettier than the whores I’ve consumed recently.”

Gyutaro brought a hand to your bosom, tracing a line around your areola. His touch had you quivering, the rough pads of his fingers brushing your nipples and causing them to stiffen. "Oh? What's this?" he chuckled right as he pressed down on your buds. He saw you bite your lip, muffling any noise as he continued with his exploration of your chest. "I could be wrong but it looks like you're enjoying this." He groped your chest then, squeezing the pliable flesh with his eager hands. It pulled a lovely little gasp from you, your eyes widening in alarm as you looked at his cruel hands then the twisted grin on his face. 

"These are very nice," he moved his hands under your bust, seeming to test their weight in his palms. "It's almost tempting me to keep you alive. If only to," he bent his head, his breath tickling your chest, "play with you a little longer." 

He opened his mouth, his tongue rolling out to flick against your nipple. It brought forth a squeak from you, Gyutaro not giving you time to think before he engulfed it in his mouth.  He ignored your hands pushing frantically against him, too intent on suckling on the pebbled bud to pay any mind to your protests.

When you pulled on his hair hard enough to annoy him, he opened an eye to glare at you, opening his mouth wider and biting down on the soft tissue in retaliation. It had you screaming in pain, his razor-like teeth breaking the skin and making blood flow into his mouth. 

Gyutaro moaned hotly at the sweet flavor, hollowing his cheeks to suck more of you as his other hand came to fondle your neglected globe. He was immune to your sobs, your blood like ambrosia, making his mind drunk on your taste as his throat muscles swallowed all you had to give. 

Refraining from tearing a chunk out of you, Gyutaro reluctantly pulled away from your tit. It was soaked in his spit and flushed an angry red, the tender skin sure to scar in the coming days. "You stupid woman. Try to upset me again, and I'll make your death a slow and agonizing one." He squeezed his hand around your throat to drive the threat home, twisting your sore nipple between his fingers to make you cry for him. Once you nodded weakly, he removed his hand and diverted his focus to your other breast, paying it the same attention as its twin.

He loved the way your flesh gave under his grip, paying no mind to how hard he was squeezing your tits as he molded them like dough. Content with the hickeys and marks he left there, Gyutaro used his tongue to lick away any residue of blood left from your wounds. "Keep being a good girl and maybe you can convince me your life is worth something." He pushed your breasts together, placing his face between them to nuzzle them with a groan. 

He trailed his nose up to your collarbone, biting gently there before continuing his ascend. When he reached your neck, he nipped and suckled the area, intent on marring you further with his teeth. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your plush frame against his lithe one, his faux hug doing little to calm your nerves.  

“G-Gyutaro, I…!” you gasped when he sunk his teeth into you, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cried out from the pain. 

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It hurt and everything ached. 

The bruises on your body stung immensely and brought a fresh wave of tears in your eyes. You could still feel the underlying pain of his teeth on your chest, a trickle of blood cascading down to your stomach and pooling around your navel. Utter revulsion filled you at hearing his audible gulps so close to your ear, his contentment with your blood almost nauseating you.

You couldn’t help but yelp when he removed his teeth, his incisors having dug so deep that it had blood oozing from your neck. You saw him observing his handy work, tracing the inflamed skin with a smile on his face. “You look real nice like this. All bloodied and disfigured. All because of me.” He purposely pressed down on your bruises, laughing when you jerked under him from the pain. “Let’s continue, shall we?”

You looked at him tiredly, just wanting this to end already. If his poison didn’t kill you soon it was his rough handling of you that would. 

It was the caress of his fingers near your pubic hair that startled you to attention. You stared at him wide eyed, ice coursing through your veins as you realized what else he wanted. 

“No…” you whispered, shaking your head as you shut your legs.

“Wrong answer, sweetheart.” He placed his hands on your knees, rubbing on them almost lovingly before forcing them open and exposing your heat to him. 

A scuffle ensued, Gyuatro having to hold you down as you fought against him. You thrashed with all the energy you could muster, scratching at him and trying to pull down the hem of your clothes to cover your modesty.

In the end, your efforts were for naught. Subduing a human was nothing difficult for a demon. You were just exciting him with the little fight you had in you. It wasn't long before you felt your limbs get tired, unable to do anything to stop Gyutaro from placing his hands between your legs.

Soon enough, you made it easy to figure out where he needed to touch you to get the most reactions out of you.

He pumped his fingers harder and faster, his hand moving in a blur between your legs. You made little helpless cries, the continuous plunging of his fingers inside your wet heat wrecking your mind into a hazy stupor. Hearing the indecent squelching of his fingers retracting and burying themselves back inside your tight pussy made your face burn with humiliation. 

Your body trembled in shocked pleasure, your legs flailing in desperation as your orgasm drew near. "Nono-! I can't-" you babbled, shaking your head in refusal as a thin line of saliva escaped the corner of your mouth. 

Digging your nails into his arms did nothing to deter him, instead it led to him curling his fingers in a come-hither motion, using his nails to scrape against your tender walls to find the spongy tissue to stimulate you further. It wasn’t long before he located it, your own body betraying you as your hips moved in tandem with the motion of his hand. 

"You filthy fucking whore," he swore under his breath, feeling your walls spasm erratically around his fingers. "You have to be all kinds of fucked in the head to be enjoying getting your cunt fingered by a demon. You're gripping me so tight, I can barely pull my fingers out." 

He slowly began pulling his hand away, making you look at your wetness streaked across your thighs and his pale hand. The obscene view of your pussy lips clinging on to him had you mortified, unable to formulate any words at such a sight. 

He let you bask in your shame for a few seconds before shoving his fingers back inside. Using the palm of his hand to rub against your clit, he worked your body until he had you screaming for him.

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The scent of your sweet cunt caused his mouth to salivate, a thin line of drool escaping him before he wiped it away with the back of his hand. His cock was heavy and throbbing, straining in the confines of his pants, wanting to replace the fingers lodged inside your sweet orifice.

Gyutaro wanted to feel those tight, fluttering walls around his girthy mass, clenching on his manhood as he brought you to completion again and again. He could only imagine what other reactions you’d make, forcing you to enjoy your own ruination by him and envisioning your pretty pussy swallowing all he had to give.

Gyutaro just knew you were going to feel amazing wrapped around him. 

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The NSFW Art ft my OC here -->(⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

[venus-giirl]

"Confessions"

Gyutaro Shabana x fem reader.  

Fandom: Demon Slayer 

Word count: 1428.

Rating: morning sex, whispers, confessions, mentions of pregnancy, Gyutaro being tender and gentle.

N/A: I'm too active today so I wrote this scenario. I haven't stopped thinking about Gyutaro after reading too many fanfics about him, so I just wrote the idea that was running around in my mind. I know I'm late writing about him, but I hope you truly appreciate and enjoy it. 

The ground was wet. Some puddles were scattered in random areas around the house. The land that was not inundated by them was muddy and muddy.

The big overnight storm had cooled the vegetables in the small vegetable garden, with the relief that it was not spoiled by the strong wind that the storm brought. The trees were dripping with fresh water and the clouds were still cresting the sky, dumping a light downpour that fell on the wooden roof. The interior of the small cottage was in a mystical aura due to the enchanting sound produced by the raindrops.

The sun had not even risen. It would be around five o'clock in the morning still, and even if it were to dawn it would still be a gray and rainy morning all day long. The living room of the house emitted an aroma of charcoal and burnt wood after a night of intense fire. Some embers remained hot and red, while others had already turned to ash. Some blankets lay scattered on the floor along with several silky sofa cushions.

Up the stairs and turning left, was your cozy shared room. A nice room that you had christened your nest. The bed was too big for two people, but it was a perfect size if you took a few things into account. The hazel wood-framed canopy towered over the surroundings and from it hung pretty, light white curtains that fell to the bottom, adorned with a series of lace patterns and flowers in various pastel colors.

Under the soft sheets slept Gyutaro hugging your back. His hand hovered over your waist and held your hand without letting go. His other hand snuck under your neck, along with the pillow, making it easy for his nose to touch your bare neck. You had been half awake for a few minutes, though you were struggling not to succumb to sleep again. Occasionally his thumb would caress the back of your hand in an attempt to make sure that if you returned the caress you would be awake, so he waited patiently, enjoying a pleasant morning with the woman he loved.

You groaned and stirred a little from your reverie when you felt Gyutaro's pelvis grind against your bare bottom. The friction it created felt weird, but you loved how he could turn you on so easily. He was already hard and rubbing against you. You were both half asleep, but aware that it was happening.

"Pretty..." he whispers in your ear in a raspy voice. "Good morning, pretty." His breath tickles your neck and you laugh a little.

"Good morning, Gyu" you reply with a smile, even though you can't see it, he has the same smile as you.

"What time is it?" You ask and lean your butt more towards his pelvis, fitting perfectly. You feel Gyutaro curse some inaudible word.

His length slides over your ass cheeks. You were still lubricated with juices from all night, so it created a smooth, sweet slickness.

"Let's stay like this for a while longer, shall we?". His voice takes on a pleading tone. "I like these kinds of mornings, after I've made love to my wife, I wake up in her arms the next day to make love to her again." His mouth sighs into the shell of your ear and his claim makes your skin crawl with goose bumps, wrenching a small, soft chuckle from you when he notices.

His defined thighs wrap between your plush thighs. In the beginning, when you first met Gyutaro, he was much thinner than he is now. There's nothing wrong with being thin, of course, but his critical condition required him to put on a few extra pounds to overcome the anemia he had been suffering from, so for a few months you had to prepare iron-rich meals for him to keep the iron in his blood. You were so happy to see him well and healthy that he even looked happier.

"You're precious, Gyu" you confess in a whisper as you remember it all. "I'm so...proud of you." You moan with your eyes closed as the head of his cock strokes your wet slit to the tip of your clit.

"Don't tell me that...I should tell you." You know how much Gyutaro loves compliments, even though he always tells you that you're the one who should be praised. Still everything about Gyutaro seemed precious in your eyes and you were deeply in love with him.

"Oh, love..." you sigh as he thrusts inside you, reaching deep inside you with ease.

"You're still so tight after everything we did last night."

"Last night was wonderful."

"Always...we can do it again." He begins to move his hips in a smooth back and forth, no need to be rough. With each little lunge he almost doesn't even leave your insides, but moves his hips in a dance that coordinates with the movement of yours.

"Aah..." You moan open-mouthed, still keeping your eyes closed. "I hope you don't waste all the cream on... the living room carpet this time." You hold your breath and your walls flutter as you remember that scene.

"It's not my fault that...aaahgm...the jar fell on the floor" Gyutaro laughs and moans enraptured by your little noises of pleasure.

"And I hope next time you won't suck so violently on my center."

"You mean...your clit? Oooh, but it tasted sooo good to the strawberry jam...mmhm...that I poured all over it."

"Don't say it...so rough, you shameless boy" Gyutaro gives a little lunge amused that you feel ashamed of everything he did to you.

"That's what you weren't telling me last night when you were moaning my name for more" He croons in a mockingly proud tone, still moving. You were so close to getting to where you wanted to be that you are forced to hold back a growl that comes from deep in your throat.

His body hugs you tighter and he turns you upright towards him so he can look at your lewd expressions. He bites his lips, the tips of his sharp teeth digging into your flesh.

"Wait a minute, sweetheart." You loved it when he grabbed you from behind every morning, but today you felt like being closer to him. Gyutaro grunts when he feels you slide down his length and pull it out of your tight walls.

"Shit, no..."

"Sshh." You soothe him with a few slaps on his powerful shoulder and turn around in a quick twist. You entwine your legs between his again and grab his hard member to pump it a few times. He groans and brings his hand to your waist, tightening his grip. He loves it when you hold his cock between your pretty little hands.

"Aah...wait..." He fucks your hand while still moving his hips keeping the same rhythm as before. "Wait, wait..." His words are cut off by pleasure. "I want to cum inside...mmgm...you."

"If we keep this up it won't be long before I'm pregnant, Gyu" you hum his name knowing that this only incites him more. A few times he has fantasized aloud confessing to you that he would like to see your full belly, carrying his child in the future. After all a demon is too greedy. You simply can't put honey on his lips and expect him not to attack for the rest.

"Ooh...trust me, pretty girl, I'm going to impregnate you good." He pulls your hand away and thrusts back inside you. You had taken his pleasure to a much higher point than before. "I want you to feel too full when I cum inside you."

You laugh and reach up to kiss his warm, somewhat rough lips. "Sure, Gyu, you can cum all you want." You clench your rubbery walls as the tip of his member brushes against your cervix and you moan his name in pleasure. "Pretty boys will be scurrying back and forth soon enough."  You confess smiling over the corner of your mouth. He increases his onslaught and gradually lifts you to the peak of pleasure, falling gently into an intense orgasm. Gyutaro grunts and hugs you tightly. Thick strips of white semen fill your insides, some being forced to slide and slide down your thighs as you are completely filled with his seed.

"I love quiet mornings by your side..." He whispers, by the time you want to realize it you both have fallen asleep again. He is still inside you and you just want to squeeze tighter between his chest and sleep a few more hours, until the birds sing the first notes of dawn.

[riveroftales]

☾☾☾☾☾☾☾𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃☽☽☽☽☽☽☽

ᴏʙsᴇssᴇᴅ! ɢʏᴜᴛᴀʀᴏ x ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗩𝗘: 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗘𝗔��

⚠︎𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍⚠︎

𝖢𝖢'𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: Chat I think I might have mischaracterised him I’m so sorry😔 also this like a SUPER mild dead dove but it does include kidnapping of a form and sexual themes mentioned, so just beware

Warabihime was gorgeous, but one of the most cruel people anyone could have ever met. In a way, it was sort of understandable. She had been working in the Red Light District since she was a kid and when working in a place as horrendous as that at a young age, it would be clear that she would have ended up messed up one way or another.

Clients were often pretty harsh on the workers because in the end, they were working in a brothel. Men would pay to see whoever they wanted, ‘fuck’ their stress out onto the poor girls and leave. Maybe stay for a smoke or two on a few lucky days.

You worked for Warabihime as her personal assistant, always getting her whatever she wanted in the dark room she always stayed in. No one knew why, but your theory was that she avoided the sun to maintain her fair complexion which is why her skin was so fair.

The best way to describe her was, as cruel as it was, a witch. She could be nice when she wanted to and had one of the prettiest smiles, which is why everyone counted it as a loss when she was so cruel.

Still despite the kindness of other workers and your work not going unappreciated, you felt like you were being watched.

You believed Warabihime was a witch. It wasn’t an insult. She was like an actual witch.

You used to clean her room when she would ‘nap’ but you stopped when you turned around one day and saw an eye on her forehead staring at you.

People called you crazy and the oiran claimed that you were also hallucinating

Hearing the floorboards creak in the dead of night was rare since it was a strict rule for the workers to not leave their beds after hours. Insomnia was a problem you had for a while and because of that, you learned how to identify people from their footsteps.

All the elders and leaders of the house always walked quietly so more often than not. In all honesty, they never really walked. They just dragged their sock-worn feet across the floor to make the least amount of noise possible.

But these were actual footsteps. You hid under the covers and closed your eyes, pretending to be asleep until the footsteps stopped. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked towards your door and found a figure outside, making your blood run cold.

If it were anyone else, you would’ve closed your eyes again and continued to pretend to sleep but it wasn’t. No one in the brothel had such a broad chest with a skinny and unhealthy waist. No one in the brothel had hair that messy. No one in the brothel didn’t have their back so messed up the way the figure had.

Right as you were about to scream, a piece of fabric instantly wrapped around your mouth to shut you up. More fabric slowly flowed from between the crevices of the ceiling like they were trying to sneak up on you, but all of them actually were moving towards you. The last thought you had before the fabric all instantly wrapped around you as you passed out was how they looked exactly like Warabihime’s obi.

You woke up bound by the fabric, your knees pressed against the soil underneath you. You looked around in a slightly dazed condition and even though it was a stretch, you concluded you were unground.

The entire place had the obi handing and connecting with each other like spiderwebs. Looking a little closer, the fabric had some realistic human designs. Designs which looked a little too realistic.

Designs of missing people.

“Finally awake?”

A voice croaked which instantly made chills run down your spine, your body tensing before it froze completely.

Was it one of the house owners? A creepy client? Someone Warabihime hired to get rid of you?

Cold and slightly bony fingers gently cupped your face before they held your head up and you made eye-to-eye contact with the creature in front of you.

Your blood ran cold.

“I’m so glad Daki listens to me… I would’ve gone crazy if she had gotten rid of you…”

Demons played a part in several folktales, but that’s all they were. Folktales. You never expected to meet one in real life.

Your eyes held his gaze for a few more seconds before horror washed over you. His eyes. They were the same eyes which appeared on Warabihime’s forehead and stared at you.

“You…” your voice trailed off as his smile grew more crazed. “Who is… Daki..?”

He let out a loud cackle. “Ha! I forgot she goes by that godawful name!” He leaned in and got really uncomfortably close. “Why, it’s the one and only Warabihime you work for!”

Obsessed!Gyutaro who left Daki’s body at night out of boredom to go explore the new festival to find a human to devour.

Obsessed!Gyutaro who froze when he saw you, admiring your beauty from afar.

Obsessed!Gyutaro who decided to just knock you unconscious so he could bring you back to Daki instead. His beautiful little sister only deserved to devour beautiful people.

Obsessed!Gyutaro who brought you back to her obi demon so it could wrap you nicely like you were on a silver platter for her.

Obsessed!Gyutaro who gazed at you a second too long to realise you were beyond gorgeous. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Obsessed!Gyutaro who instantly got so enamoured by you that he didn’t allow Daki to hurt you in any way which pissed her off at first, but after some scolding, she agreed.

Obsessed!Gyutaro who watches you through his sister’s eyes, pity stirring in him as his stone heart clenched at how adorable you looked when you were all teary eyes from his sister yelling at you after you messed up.

Obsessed!Gyutaro who gives Daki her third eye just so he could get a clearer vision of you.

Obsessed!Gyutaro can’t help but leave Daki’s body one night just to gaze at your sleeping silhouette through the ridiculously thin sliding door.

Obsessed!Gyutaro whose heart races when he realises you saw his figure.

Obsessed!Gyutaro who instantly got Daki to use her obi to capture you for him.

Obsessed!Gyutaro who plans on making you his forever and making sure you know about it.

[rasshu-benaiokny]

❄️Winter Gyutaro Headcanons❄️

I don’t believe i made a headcanon list before but since I’ve seen millions of them, i want to try. this is how my specific Gyutaro headcanons would go during winter!

-This will contain (x Reader) but not all will be

- Is vague enough to be either romantic or platonic

Gyutaro hates Winter: it’s obvious he would despise the cold season the most; its the hardest season to survive in and it brung back some uncomfortable feelings from lost human memories. Especially that day when he had found Ume… it was the coldest day in his life, it seemed

Gyutaro is less active: Its common knowledge that demons aren’t bothered by simple earthly things like weather, but Gyutaro finds comfort in warmer weather. His malnourished frame doesn’t help him either as his bones crack and ache. Often, he’ll find himself cradled within Daki or within the warm house of his prized person.

Gyutaro is miserable and depressed more: this demon has always been pessimistic but just like many humans, he gets hit with seasonal depression and it hits him hard. So hard that Daki will hunt more to compensate for his lack of enthusiasm. One time, he stayed face down on the ground in Daki’s room for hours, just being depressed because she was out.

He secretly likes the holidays: Gyutaro doesn’t particularly believe in any sort of holiday but he will use them to indulge in Daki. He will pamper his little sister with stolen fabrics and jewels from far away to make her shine with happiness.

His smell is bearable: Since he’s less active and its not horrendously hot, Gyutaro’s bodily odor doesnt come off as bad! Plus, this is the one time he will wash up at vacant hot springs. Hot water relaxing his tension, the steam concealing his figure, maybe a quick snack too if someone catches a glimpse him too.

He’s slightly weaker: after all that time, he hunted less than he should’ve so he does seem weaker after the new years… hes already thin as is but it hurts your heart to see him walk slower, move with less power. He reminds you of those old scraggly stray dogs walking in the snow covered city…

Hes vulnerable/emotional: Despite being so close to him; he never opens up about his current problems to you or Daki but during winter, his shell cracks ever so slightly! If you are perceptive enough, you may be able to nurse his traumatic scars just a little bit. It may not be much, but to him, its the world.

( This actually isnt based off of Rasshu x Gyutaro for once, i just know a bit of Gyutaro stans that are really sweet so, yeah… its based off of those peeps even tho i know they wont beable to see this cuz tumblr be damned to them grawhaha )

[scrimblyscrorblo]

daki/ume and gyutaro for reqs? i need wholesome art of them,,

She shows him all her favourite shows

They watch trashy reality tv together, they both get super into it yelling at the screen and poking fun at it

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

Hi there! I saw that you ask for request about the demons, so I'm here to request for Gyutaro with a S/O who wants to have a tea party with him.

That's it, hope you have a good day!

Hoi! Thank you for requesting (^0^.) And for requesting Gyutaro too, I've not written anything for him yet so I hope I got him right.

I hope you enjoy these headcanons ☆彡 My askbox is always open if you want to slide anything my way - e.g. questions, personal headcanons, request etc. - and if you have the time.

Gyutaro with an S/O who wants a tea party with Him - Headcanons:

You want a what? A tea party? With him???

Surprisingly it takes very little to convince him to join you for one - He's always been weak to your pouty lips and watery doe eyes

A day chosen and blocked out in both of your schedules

And when he first arrives, Gyutaro stands awkwardly in your kitchen doorway not knowing where you wantd him to be until you usher him with your soft voice and hands and force him down in a comfortable cushioned chair across from yours

"You've really gone all out,huh?" He grumbles, looking at the large round table filled with serving stands and a pretty teapot with matching cups + saucers

One serving stand with four tiers, holding different types of sandwiches - Noting the range of flavours you've made (Cheese. Ham + Mayo, Tuna Mayo, Egg Cress to name a few)

Another filled with cakes and one of scones with clotted cream and jam - strawberry Gyutaro notes with a wrinkle of his nose

As well as pastries, petits-fours, biscuits and cookies

Won't admit it but he does have a sweettooth - Eyeing up the tiers that contain a large variety of cakes, biscuits and cookies - already picking the order of what sweet-thing to eat first

A whine parting his lips when with a wiggle of your brows - and that stunning smile of yours - you piled his plate with sweet goodies

You'd even gone all out with the teas! Having brewed three different types - Earl Grey, Ginger with Honey and Lavender

"There's and order to drinking the tea Gyutaro!" You said, excitedly filling up his cup with one of them "We have to save the Lavender for last as it's meant to be soothing and the perfect drink for nerves"

Gyutaro followed your order, sniffing each type of tea before drinking - nose wrinkling in disgust at the strong smell of the ginger although it tasted nice with honey

You'd even brought card and board games as entertainment!

While tea parties are meant to last about 2-3 hours long, this tea party lasted for 4 hours

Simply enjoying each others company

Letting the comforting sounds of your home - of the nature outside and the sound of rain - sink into the foundations

And when you both did speak, it was calmly and relaxed

"Lets....Lets do this again," Gyutaro murmurs into his cup, form hunching over in fear of rejection "I enjoyed this....."

Gyutaro's heart skips a beat when you joyful agree - his lips wobbling up into a smile back as a shy giggle bubbles in his chest

And thus, a tradition was born for you both

[colourstreakgryffin]

Human gyutaro x tomboy/wild girl reader, both are homeless poor etc. She's wild and rebellious, she'll runaway while getting scolded midway. She has the biggest crush on gyutaro and thinks he's cool, she nearly fainted of joy overload while seeing gyutaro gyutaro fight someone with his kama. And gyutaro is just looking at her one day really closely and goes "shes cute I guess". Basically headcannons of gyutaro with someone that's head over heels for him but he'd doesn't know it.

Human Gyutaro? Damn, that’s very interesting! Okay, I’ll try it! I assume this is like set before the Shabana Siblings end up being converted!

Shabana Gyutaro

Gyutaro isn’t familiar to somebody else being kind to him, he is a ugly abomination and all he truly has is his beloved sister, Ume. When you came along all so suddenly, he and Ume grew attached to you, somebody like them and somebody that gave them kindness, despite having nothing to their name

Gyutaro may not be able to help you, out of your nor his nasty situation, but he has protection and skills so he encourages you to stick with him and Ume. You don’t have to run away when the adults try to attack or scold you, you don’t have to behave so much like a wild animal

Gyutaro is very oblivious to your big crush on him, the way you nearly fainted with joy at him attacking your pursuer with his sickles. You feel so special as you internally admire and idolise him but to him, he didn’t know the way you gazed at him lovestruck

Gyutaro does find you ‘cute’ but he never thinks much on it. More like a compliment and a truth to him, he would never actually say it to you but he expresses his care in other ways. He picks up your hand and bring you and Ume to a safer location. You and Ume are important to him, he must protect his girls

Gyutaro is too protective to let you go out on your own. Sure, you’re not the traditional girly girl and you can defend yourself but he doesn’t want to lose a dear friend to him. When he does go out with you, he ends up taking a gift for you, something tomboyish but cute and he feels pride as you wear it

Gyutaro values and encourages your rebellious nature. He loves it that you don’t mind breaking the rules or even the laws to survive, he can rely on you and trust you further! It didn’t take long for him to trust you with caring for Ume as he goes out to finish his duties

Gyutaro isn’t aware of how giving you hugs makes you explode in blush and stutter wildly. He always assumes you’re feeling too cold or too hot and he grows concerned for your health, his obliviousness is beyond painful as it’s very strong for somebody like him

Gyutaro is very common with sharing what he had to turn into food with Ume so he also gives you the same treatment. If you didn’t find anything yourself, he will try to feed you what he has so he will never lose you. He will always pull you into the straw bundle he made to keep all three of you warm in the winter seasons

Gyutaro is not that affectionate but when it comes to the two girls he does love, he is willing to give you lots of hugs to calm you down and comfort you to the best of his ability, thankfully, he has a ton of experience with care, due to Ume

Ume knows you have the biggest crush on her brother but since she adores you as much as Gyutaro does, however, she keeps it from him

“Dokusha. Be careful, that cut is deep. Let me care for you, come here! We will always be together, okay? You, me and Ume. Through hunger and the cold, we will all be together through it all”

[paintoreos]

@gyutaro-shabana-upper6

Edit I made of you :3

[ghooostea]

you guys thought I was a muichiro artist? (；´∀｀)

[lelee-tdn]

Very Eddie Vedder inspired lol

[demonicallyslaying]

OMG @gyutaro-shabana-upper6 ARE THE SALAD HAIR ALLEGATIONS TRUE??

I found this hidden footage of you with real salad hair!!

[venus-giirl]

"Run, butterfly"

Gyutaro Shabana x fem reader.

Fandom: Demon Slayer. Word Count: +1k. Rating: dark romance, enemies, persecution, bloody kisses, obscene words. N/A: Okay. It's been a long time and by that I mean I haven't written anything on this social network for over a year. I'm doing well. I've been fine. I just wasn't finding myself with the perfect inspiration to create scenarios for the characters I love so much. And this lets me down about myself. But now, after finding my inspiration again I'm back and I'm writing new scenarios for the dear readers who read and support me. I want to remind that English is not my native language, but I use the translator for the texts I write. So I apologize for any mistakes in the translation or if you find any "her" instead of "him". I try not to make this mistake and I try to reread the whole text carefully. Without further words, here I bring you a fanfic of Gyutaro as a tribute for being the last character I wrote and the one who has had more support. Thank you very much to all of you for that. I hope to come back with much better writings and with more variety of characters. Questions are open :) Kisses, enjoy it

BEAST

You should not have gone out on the mission alone, at night. Going on your own when you were a pillar might have been easy, power coursed through your veins, and fire burned in your determination. But you were still too much of a novice to ever reach the position of pillar. In fact, this goal was so fuzzy in your life that you didn't mind being a simple demon hunter.

But damn it, even low-ranking hunters knew the number one rule of a demon hunting mission; don't go out fucking alone and without telling at least someone in the squad. The steam from your breaths trickled past your lips in little white, ephemeral clouds. Your legs were cramped, you'd been running for over twenty minutes. And with good reason. The same carmine-colored eyes had been haunting you the entire run. A great laugh with a ring of madness escaped from your captor and you couldn't help but feel a pang of some fear along with a sensation settling in your belly. Perhaps it was the fact that if you failed to escape you might be devoured.

"Run, little butterfly. I'll catch you." The thirst for blood and madness built up in every word the demon screamed at you. In an attempt to throw it off, you twisted to the right side of the road. Several trees prevented you from running in a straight line and a feeling of emptiness settled in your stomach when, without realizing the situation, your body fell forward. A pang settled in your hands as they rested on the ground to break your fall. Startled, you quickly sat up and tried to crawl as best you could across the small bed of fallen leaves that lay beneath you. However, a breath coos against the back of your neck and your skin bristles as you hear his voice croon again;

"You are mine." Claws imprisoned your neck, spinning you around so that you were face to face and nose to nose, with the demon above you. His beaked white teeth gleamed in the distant moonlight that was hidden behind your powerful body. His muscles tensed in a delicious shiver at having captured your bunny. After a grunt of satisfaction, Gyutaro said again:

"It makes me so horny when you run away from me. The fucking rotten blood swirls in my fucking crotch when you do that. When I chase after you to hunt you down." A moan escaped your lips as the grip on your throat grew more powerful and prevented you from breathing.

"Gyu…" You managed to say in a sob. "You…you scared me." Your eyes gave off a gleam of terror that only managed to increase the demon's arousal.

"Mmhm… Did I scare you, butterfly?". His nose buried itself in the hollow of your neck to smell your sweet, soft scent of roses and cinnamon. He pulled away from you slightly and looked at you in an angry glare from under your neck. "Haven't the fucking pillars taught you not to go out alone in the woods? So useless are they that they let one of the best slayers wander alone. Some other demon might hunt you… and that would piss me off."

Then it opens its mouth and its powerful fangs dig into the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder. You groan in pain and your hands reflexively grab strands of his wavy hair. He hums and his body hovers closer to yours so that you can feel the hardness of his crotch between your thick thighs.

You had known Gyutaro for a couple of years. The answer to the question of how he hadn't killed you yet was still unexplained. Let's just say he was infatuated with you. Your scent was the first thing he mentioned that he liked and that he didn't want to get rid of you. You met the same way this whole initial event had happened; a chase. The first time he tasted your blood he let out a hoarse moan as if he was a starving animal and had tasted the best of morsels after decades without encountering anything like it.

"Ooh, God. It tastes even better when it's running scared through your veins. So hot". His eyes lowered to your lower lip, which you were biting as a slight blush grew on your cheeks in a shy reflex.

You had long denied to yourself that falling in love with a demon was out of the question. They had only one option in their mind; to kill. And you had always heard that they could not feel love. Love which blossomed in your chest with every passionate night you spent with him.

Thoughts of the past settled in your mind; the creaking of the bed as he rode you to orgasm, the sound of the sheets tearing under his sharp nails that never dug deeper than they should into your soft skin to hurt you, the sound of his heavy breaths on your neck and soft breaths of your moans that filled the lonely cabin you lived in. And all those obscene and beautiful words he whispered in your ear.

Intoxicating.

"You're thinking of everything I could do to you, aren't you?". Gyutaro noticed your small absence and noticed how you squeezed your thighs together to manage to retain the heat that emanated from your sweetness and that even he might be able to smell. His undoing. He continued, "You're thinking about how I could fuck you on these cold, dead leaves. About how I'm going to make your body arch beneath me and how your mouth is not going to moan, no, but scream my fucking name in search of your delicious orgasm." His weight became even more intense on your body and you moaned against his lips as he came on you with a murderous glint in the irises of his eyes. "And on how I'm going to end up filling your womb with my thick fucking demon load".

You didn't know at what point you had fallen in love with this demon, nor when the end of your story would be, but what was really clear to you was that you would take every opportunity offered by this sinful illicit love between a guardian and a demon.

[demonslayerdoodles]

Daki and Gyutaro

[rasshu-benaiokny]

🌸Spring Gyutaro Headcanons🌸

This will be my second Headcanon thread and I want to make it a series; Seasonal Headcanons and such. So, these are my specific headcanons for Gyutaro during the springtime.

-This will contain (x Reader) but not all will be

- Is vague enough to be either romantic or platonic

Spring is Gyutaro's comeback season: Out of all the seasons, he seems to enjoy Spring a lot, especially when he was a human. More food was available around that time like fresh berries and more animals to hunt. It wasn't he most fruitful season but after winter, anything was great.

Gyutaro is the most active during Spring: After being so inactive during Winter, Gyutaro is itching to hunt and kill. Especially since his sister was doing most of the work in winter! Now he has to put in work to kill many humans.

He loves the rain: The rain and the smell it brings makes him relaxed, it calms him. The rain and the sounds disguise his movements as he wafts through the area. He feels content walking in the rain because no one ever detects him.

The newly sprouting flowers remind him of Ume: The newly sprouted flowers, the cherry blossoms especially. Gyutaro sees his baby sister as a small petite flower that he has to protect. When they were humans, he used to gift these cherry blossoms to her and her eyes would gleam bright!

His smell is still bearable: Just like winter, his stench hasn't crept up to kill us all. With frequent spring showers and the cool weather, his body seems to be doing fine among the fragrances of the sweet-smelling flowers. He doesn't notice it, but his sister surely does.

He hunts more aggressively now: Since the hard times have passed, he goes off on more killing sprees, and it's hard to avoid him when it's time! He may go for women since they seem to be so much prettier during this time of the year. He can't stand a pretty face; after all, Ume is the only pretty face he cares for and she can't have competition

You can catch him out at night: Since it's warming up, some people have found this demon lurking in the shadows. If one is lucky enough, they can find him on rooftops surveying the people below... If the timing is right, he might not kill you and let you live. misery loves company after all...

( This series isn't based on Rasshu x Gyutaro for the most part, most Gyutaro stans are really sweet so its based off of those shy sweet peeps even tho I know they won't see this cuz Tumblr be damned... some will though~ )