#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

[dragonsoulage]

Jaws

feat. Gyutaro

When he got those jaws that making you so afraid, suddenly feel like the safest place on earth. Gyutaro grew so obsessed with you, trying to act against his destructive nature. He hated and loved it at the same time.

Hello guys, I just felt like I wanted to write something about my favorite demon man. It’s angsty and a little toxic perhaps. Like girl, he is obsessing over you. But sometimes this is what we want right? No matter how toxic it is he is my baby demon 🥺🤌🏻 but this is fiction and this is fine, when you struggle with these things in real life I hope you get all the help you deserve ✨💕

Wordcount: 5k

Warnings: obsessiv behavior, kinda toxic and twisted dynamics, mentions of ab*se and r*pe (other people toward you not Gyutaro), stalking, over all angst

You were a cute little thing, delicate even. A sweet girl, always modest, and you always tried not to draw any kind of attention. You worked in the entertainment district. Indeed, working in the house where this dark haired Oiren was feared by every girl. The beautiful woman with these sharp eyes that didn't stop to lecture you with the backside of her hand when you forgot to clean a spot.

You didn't work as a whore, you didn't sell your body. But you were there to clean, to made sure the girls there had everything they needed. Fresh clothing, make up and over all a clean place.

You made sure everything was in place, as you always did.

Yourself trying to hide behind a curtain of your hair, to not make any men who visited the establishment to not look at you.

When they wanted you, they would get you. These were the rules in this house. When they paid, they would get what they desire.

And who would want a shy, little mouse trying to hide behind dust and handmaid works?

Usually you simply were overlooked, and this had been fine with you.

Although in the meantime, you always felt like someone watched you. That some intense eyes would bore in the back of your head, just waiting you would look around.

That someone was trying to catch a glimpse of you. But even when you turned your head, you never saw anything.

Just a feeling, you tried to brush off as annoying paranoia, since some girls got missing.

Little did you know that a pair of bloodshot, yellow eyes followed your every move.  

At least when he could, every time Gyutaro was able to separate from his sister Daki. Since the one time she spoke to you, lectured you, made you cry. He grew curious.

The demon grew a little obsessed. Who were you?

A girl trying to hold in her tears when Daki punished you with a sharp slap across your cheek.

You tried to be so strong, but after all you were just a little, pathetic human, weren't you not? It was not the first time he saw someone like you.

Sweet, but everyone overlooked you.

Caring and everyone took it for granted

Modest never meant to shine.

And the weird thing, instead of being disappointed no one saw you, you seemed to be quite fine with it.

Liked being for yourself, being alone. Maybe because you gave up on the fact that there could be people that actually liked you. That were honest enough to not hide their cruel intentions.

Life kicked you with feet, and you seemed to just hold it in.

He liked it, observed it wanting to consume, the very reason why you were acting like it.

Trying to find happiness although everything around you crumbled.

And every time he was outside Dakis body, he went looking for you. Actually following you around. Watching how you did your duties.

Even right now, from across the window, he sat on another roof, his eyes scanning your form over and over again.

He grew familiar with the feeling to see the enticing sway of your hips in that simple kimono you wore. The way you brushed back a strand of your hair from your forehead when you changed the sheets of a bed. 

He crouched on the edge of the roof, his nail of his thumb put between his sharp teeth. Was he nervous? Nah, trying to hold himself back.

"So pure, it's disgusting." he mumbled to himself, watching the dim light on your face, made you glow. Made his heart jump. Did he ever have a heart? Not that he knew about it.

Gyutaro was obsessed, with that little mouse he wanted to catch so bad in his trap.

Torn between the feeling that he wanted to touch you, without ripping your skin off. And yet degrading you in his thoughts.

Himself confused, so confused he not even told Daki about it.

Then you bend over, grabbing the dirty sheets from the ground to put in a basket. And even when this didn't reveal your body, he felt how he bowed forward, as if he could pass the chance to see everything in detail. You had such a lovely figure, he adored it, he hated it. Everything that he couldn't describe.

Maybe this was the day of days? Maybe he should simply jump down, crawl into this window and ogle you, before he would try to figure out what he should do to you.

Not that he ever would know what he wanted to do. His desire perverse and yet for some reason Gyutaro didn't want you to be afraid. Not so fast, at least. Because he tends to kill someone before he spoke with them.

And he didn't want to ruin this pretty smooth skin, he yearned to touch.

Then he could watch how you went to take the dirty laundry, and after this how your steps took you to your own small chamber. How you opened the window wide to let in some fresh air.

The demon loved to watch when you opened your hair, when you started brushing it.

"Disgusting, so disgusting." he spoke to himself, like a reminder, even when everything he saw was anything but that.

"Always being so pretty, so anxious to be seen. But I see you, I see you little mouse." he whispered under his breath. Grotesque body jumping finally down, stepping to the window.

Your chamber was on the floor. He decided to stand right beside the wide opened window frame.   

And there was this feeling again, as if you were being watched. It unsettled you so deeply, every time. And yet you never could understand where it was coming from.

It was nearly cute how your brow pulled together, how you looked so lost around. With fear, you would find something and yet with the hope you finally could discover what made you feel like this.

You went over to the window, Gyutaro not even moving, he stood in the shadow of the wall, as if humans ever would take a closer look? That never happened, so he just smiled wide with the knowledge of how much he unsettled you. The demon was twisted, he wanted to make you uncomfortable but also not...he couldn't put this in place.

You walked over, looking outside for a moment, the cool air making your cheeks flush a little. When you didn't see anything, you went to the mirror again, taking the brush before you settled into the seat. Brushing your hair with so much care.

You started humming, maybe to calm yourself. He adored this part so much, listen to the gentle hum of your voice. He always imagined you would hum it for him. And this was the moment he stopped thinking about making you scared. This was the weird part of him, that remembered how it was being human. Not that it came back, but Gyutaro felt like he would have forgotten something, and this humming brought back feelings he couldn't explain.

His sharp teeth that had been grinning now closed, indeed his eyes looked to the ground as he leaned his tall body against the wall. Just listening to your voice.

You hummed so beautifully, one of the fewer things he wanted to appreciate, even when his demonic nature didn't let him.

After some short while, he decided to stalk a little from the window.

Looking inside, his fingers laid on the frame. You braided your hair so neatly now, had dressed yourself in some shorter sleeping robe, exposing your legs and thighs.

Creamy skin, so innocent, so alluring. It was weird he didn't want to draw blood, he wanted to touch you, feeling this smoothness under his own fingertips.

You were such an eyesore, when only people would take a closer look.

But he, he took a close look, every time he could. Even when the normal customers overlooked you, as you wanted...not Gyutaro. He draws even closer, risking that you might see him.   

Would you scream? Maybe, maybe, he would be able to listen to that cute yell your throat would let out.

And you could feel your body trembling, so uncomfortable when you thought about the fact. After you were done braiding your hair, you still hummed a song from your childhood. But when you turned around and stood up, what you saw made your blood run cold.

Some sharp nails that draw away from the window. You ran over to the window again, so hasty. Gyutaro could just make it to the rooftop across. Somehow he wanted you to see him.

But this what you saw, a shadow on the roof, and the two yellow eyes staring back at you, right into your very soul. The soul he wanted to possess so fucking badly.

Your breath stopped, so your feeling was not just paranoia, it was real. Every time you felt it, it was this shadow watching you.

Yellow, droopy and haunting eyes staring right at you.

You felt as if you could die on the spot, hoping it was just a bad dream. Not even able to close the window as you watched how this shadowy figure sat on top of the roof from across.

Wavy hair waving in the wind as he crouched there. "Finally you know I am there. Curious little thing and so stupid." again he spoke to himself, as he watched how shocked your cute face looked up into the sky. He cocked his head to the side.

"How fast I could kill her when she is standing there and looking with that sweet scowl in her face. Foolish baby." he muttered and chuckled to himself. And just then you closed the window....

The next day wasn't any better for you, you had this sick gut feeling something would happen.

Your thoughts always by this shadowy, grotesque figure you had seen.

But well, this was just the start.

As the good girl you were, you still did your duties, but always looking around with that irritated expression on your face.

But in the late night...there he came. Not out of the shadow, but he came to startle you.

Just the moment you put away a broom in a closet, this gut feeling came back. You were like frozen in place, not even dared to turn around.   

"Look at that...stupid, stupid, little girl finally noticed me." you heard his creaky voice, you gasped in fear. Just then, you slowly wanted to turn your head.

"Nah, don't turn around, pretty angel. Not when I don't tell you to." he spoke, before he draws closer. Feeling his lean and tall frame looming over your smaller one. You stood right in his shadow that covered you.

You could smell a faint smell of blood. And it made you shiver, nearly some small tears collected in your pretty orbs. He would have love to see it, even when he would hate it. But he decided just to talk, not to touch.

And as on command you didn't turn around. Felt how he stood right behind you.

"Who are you?" the question just came out of your mouth so fast, he could listen to the fear in your voice.

"Perhaps a shadow observing you." he answered, watched how your delicate shoulders rose and fell with every breath.

"You always hide behind that shiny hair, behind this handmaiden duties. Hope no one sees you. But I do." it was like a little confession, it didn't sound so unkind how he wanted it.

You probably felt so soft, he was so twisted to want to see your suffering and yet to have this sweet smile on your lips.

"I don't want to draw attention." you replied, looking right to the shadow that was on the wall. You weren't sure if he was a monster, or if he was just a tall man.

"Oh, I know, but you can't escape from my eyes, sweet thing. You make me crazy, do you know that?" he said, stepping closer so you could feel his body heat, it was making you shift.

"The damn way you do everything so neatly, being so modest. And so fucking...good. Makes me want to destroy it..." Gyutaro meant, and at the end you could listen to the refrainment. His clawed hand reached out, wanting to touch that flawless skin.

Destroying and killing was in his nature. And yet he tried to not do it.   

"And yet I won't." he added, and this was the moment he couldn't hold it back. His finger brushed away a strand of your hair. Caressing your cheek, oh you started crying he felt the wet streaks of your salty tears run down your cheek.

"And what is it what you want, when you don't want to kill me? Is it worse?" question over question.

"Oh, I love a good kill, the way that humans are just a bag of blood. How the life fades from their eyes. But I want to see more than just life fading from yours." Gyutaro made his point clearer now, himself surprised, he caught a drop of your tears, wiping it away. Surprisingly gentle.

"You watch me since months, I felt it. And now you speak in riddles. Tell me what you want?" you were so afraid and yet so curious.

"What I want, foolish girl? When I do what I want, you already would be pressed against the wall and my teeth would sink in your flesh, these are my instincts..." he said to you with a low growl and his eyes glowing in the dimly lit light. But what he truly wanted...he wanted your adoration.

"Tell me, little human. Why is that....that I want to hear you hum for me? That I don't want to rip out your throat? That it is to die for when you would look at me?" he asked, then cocking his head to the side. This was the moment when you again tried to turn your head, but he grabbed it with a splayed out hand.

"I said do not turn around." he repeated firm, not ready that you saw him quite yet. He was aware of his ugliness.

And even as a demon, he felt insecure about it, toward you. "Sorry." you whispered and trembled, felt how his fingers stroked through your locks. So silky and smooth, his eyes wandering over your hair. "Maybe this what you really want is...not just a brutal kill? I-I can hum for you." you spoke, and he could listen to the fear in your voice. What you did now, was to survive, at least for you. Although, this demon would never kill you. He felt these urges, but somehow he was strong enough to not do it. You just offered it because you were afraid.

"Hum for me? Hm? Cute, but pathetic. Let me tell you something..." he answered and he leaned in. His breath ghosting over your ear.

"I crave you, I want to devour you, but I don't want to kill you. Get under your skin, without ripping it off. I want something I don't even know that it exist for something like me. It runs so deep in my being, makes me less murderous for you." he said to you, it was a cruel confession laced with words that were too sweet for him. And then...then he finally left.   

This went on for weeks, every now, and then he caught you off guard, sometimes leaving gifts for you. And what gifts were these? Well, surprisingly thoughtful, for a demon like him.

A rose, the petals white with some blood sprinkles on it from his latest victim. But the special thing about it? He removed every thorn of this rose so it wouldn't hurt you, so your delicate skin couldn't draw any blood. The thing was, what should you do about it? No one would believe you when you say a demon wanted your attention, but you didn't know what he looked like?

Although, it was not only uncomfortable. When he wanted to talk with you, always so you were facing away from him. Still not ready that you saw him, that you could take in his ugly visage.

He was convinced you would think he was unappealing. Besides this, sometimes you still trembled when he was close.

And right now he was in your room, like a predator stalking his prey. Every resource of light he blew out. So the only thing you saw were his eyes.

When you two talked, well as twisted as he was...you could gather left emotions on him. The way he, wanted to be seen, wanted to be cherished, although this was not something that a demon should want right?

Underneath that brutal exterior you could see a sad person, a lot of hate but also a lot of injustice.

Maybe he was never a saint as human, and far away from this as demon, but he...he never hurt you. Yes he looked and yearned but he never hurt you. So there was something, where this was coming from, right?

"I never see you, but you always see me." you stated then, sitting on your bed, on the edge as you felt how he knelt before it, his head laid in your lap. Oh, how he loved this warmth of your thighs, the soft skin his fingers dug in. He took a hand of you, wanted a soothing touch of you against his head and hair. This is what he had seen by other human couples. He wanted it.

"There is no point in seeing me." he answered you, your fingers went through his hair.   

It was like you would caress a wild predator and hoped it wouldn't bite off your hand. But behind all of that, a monster that was made to it. That barely could remember any humanity left. And yet he found it when he was with you to a certain degree.

"Well, there is one. You are the only one that sees me, really me. Maybe I just want to know who is looking at me. It would be a fair point, wouldn't it?" you asked him, still careful, but you managed to figure out how to talk with him.

"You don't even need to discuss this with me. Just keep doing your thing here, before I leave." he spoke to you, pushing his head more into your head. He seemed more depressed than usual. Less bloodthirsty.

"I-what is it what makes your heart heavy?" you then asked, brave enough to finally do, your fingers messaging his scalp as you felt how his large hands splayed out on the sides of your thighs. Before his grip went tighter. He was so conflicted.

"Gyutaro?" you spoke his name, it nearly hurt him. He liked you, really did, and he hated everything about it. He felt as he would get lost in something he couldn't control nor could he destroy.

"While you are being so soft, so pretty, have this sweet smile.... I have these jaws, crushing anyone who comes my way." he said before he let out an irritated chuckle because of his twisted nature. Nails dug in our skin, but not hard enough to draw blood.

"You did not crush me." you replied faster than you wanted, even for you, it was weird.

You never wanted to be seen, and yet he saw you, and it felt...good, actually. Maybe not healthy because of his obsession. But someone who saw you and was honest from the start with you.   

"Come on...show me, show me your pretty white jaws." you whispered, your voice innocent, yearning for a reveal so lovingly. Did he deserve to get treated so tender? Probably not. And then you felt him shift from your lap. Hands still on your thighs, he was still so large even when he knelt, and you sat on the bed, on eyesight with you. You could feel the breath from him on your skin.

"Jaws bite, they tear apart. I don't want to tear you apart." he said to you, simply being honest with himself now. He did not want to see you hurt. Not from him. Although his nature forbid that. He simply forgot he was more than just a demon. More than an upper moon rank. Underneath of all that blood, there was a soul. Just a glimpse of it. And he was reminded so painfully of it. He deserved to go to hell, although he did not regret for killing people. Taking innocent lives. But he regrets being a gruesome monster that could tear the one girl apart he wanted so bad.

You then took a deep breath, it was new for you, these things. Your small hands found the way to the shape of his face. Delicate fingers stroking over his skin. Nearly making him turn away. Still everything was dark, the only thing you always clearly saw were his eyes.

"Jaws...are sharp. But they don't have to bite when they don't want." your voice ringed in his ear. Made him stop for a moment to consider to leave.

You pulled his face just a little closer. "You are indeed stupid, aren't you? I am a demon, girl. I take what I want, not caring for feelings." he said to you, but he did not pull away. As if he wanted to make you to stop, for your sake.

"When you wouldn't care, would you not already just let me see you, before you take what you want? You care...in your way. I don't say it's good, but underneath all of that...there isn't just blood and gore." your words sounded so nice, made his breath just hitch a little.

"The line between delicate and harsh aren't always that big, even when you got these jaws." you added then and leaned in. Your soft lips brushing against his.

"Show me then where the delicate starts and the harsh stops." he whispered, yearning for this moment so long now. 

Before you kissed him in the dark. And it took him a good moment to realize. This time it was the demon who jumped nearly out of his skin. Not used to a gentle behavior towards him. Just a second, he allowed himself to feel this. Your soft lips against his, kissing him, although you were shaking. Out of fear, out of feeling? Probably both, it was creepy, but it was unique.

After this moment...it was like he was consumed. As he always wanted to consume you. Lips getting harsher, sloppier. Hands of him grabbing your waist. Before he pinned you in speed down the bed, hovering over you.

You heard a growl before he captured your lips again. Hungry and starving, for love no one ever showed him until now.

"Gyutaro." you let out, although you felt his hand on your throat then, creeping up, squeezing gently. It was not like he wanted to go far, not even knowing what he did. Not aware how consumed he was. Differently than before.   

The other large hand of him grabbed your wrist, pinned it down on the bed. So helpless, so soft. All his, finally his. All he did was going after instinct now. "So pretty... just feeling you." he murmured, squeezing your throat tighter, earning a helpless gasp from you.

Your free hand that wasn't pinned grabbed his wrist, is iron grip around your neck, was too tight. "Gyu-" you tried to say. And this was just the moment when he noticed what happened, he choked you so much he stopped your breathing. So all consumed and taking, he didn't realize.

And this was a moment...a moment he shattered by the fact he hurt you. He always resists doing this, but now? This kiss, you granted him...and he destroyed it. For him, a testament that a monster like him couldn't change. Even things he didn't want to destroy would have been slipping through his hands.

With quick movements, he let you go out of his grasp. And before you could say anything, he was gone...

He was always the one who lost, lost his life, lost his feeling, lost his control and now losing the one thing he wanted to keep so badly. Just because he couldn't comprehend. After this moment...you didn't see him for a long time.

Gyutaro decided it was best, before he even would kill you. It was sad, more than that, actually.

Making him angry. Twisted and cursed was his being...

So pure made him want to tear you apart, and the other made him want to caress your soft skin. Drying salty tears from your cheeks.

Weeks went over, many weeks you missed him in some way. Aware that this what happened didn't happened because he wanted to choke you, more because he just didn't know how to handle it. You saw a person under this, and you were sad because if this person under the demon. The man he had been. Although he was gruff, actually more than that, ready to draw blood, but he was still a person.

Right now, you were outside, walking down an alley for some errands. Although it was quite late for that. And of course something happened, a group of men, starting to follow you. No matter how much you had tried to hide yourself, they were men. They didn't care how you look or who you were, they wanted to do something bad.

And when you were around the next corner...you cried for help.

"Please..." laying on the ground, being pushed against the wall with your back. Already a fist had landed in your pretty face.

"Yeah, go on, girl. Beg us, hm?" one of them said to you while the other one hold your legs down. Your heart pounding, feeling actually lost and this time the fear you felt...it was shattering, when you met Gyutaro a real monster, you were afraid too, but just because it was a normal reaction to the unknown. This time? This was anxiety on a level, you would rather die then to endure this. Your limbs tried to break free, as one of the men opened your kimono, baring your torso to their amusement. Torment you, when they degraded you. Salty tears streamed down your face.

"Such a pretty face, with even more pretty assesses." one of them said to you, and you heard how he opened his pants. Crying and trying to break free.

It was heartbreaking to listen to the way you were hold down.

But before anything further could happen, you heard a slash and then felt a warm fluid rain on you.

A tall figure throwing the men on your right away with ease, against the next wall, this man died on the spot with a broken skull.   

Before the last man could run away, a scythe ended his life, with an easy slice through his torso, splitting him apart. You sat there against the wall, clothes torn apart. And your big eyes watched the scene with horror. What you saw was Gyutaro, finally seeing him, fully him in the lights of a streetlamp. Seeing his bony structure, the black blotches on his face and body.

He had withdrawn from you that one time. Afraid he could hurt you...you weren't even able to say anything. Still so in shock after the events.

He couldn't let this happened, when he heard your cries for help, your voice. The way your tears streamed down your face. No matter how twisted he was...for you now he would kill, and he didn't kill for humans. Just for you.

He came closer, he saw your torn open kimono, decided to grab the fabric and tug it gently back into place. The blood sprinkled on your face...and this was the moment where it broke you.

You started crying and sobbing. Too much going on. Arms of you threw around him as you hid your face in his chest. "No one draws breath again, when they touch you. Not as long as I exist." he then said, insecure a hand of him laid against the back of your head.

"I am sorry."he added, probably more because of this what he had done, when he had choked you that one time, obsessing over you. Even when he couldn't help it. But for you, in your eyes, this demon was still more human than actual people were. He saw you, when others don't.

He drew away because he didn't want anything bad to happen to you, turned against his twisted nature for once. And yet he came back to kill for you. You just shook your head, pressed your face more against him. You saw him now, and no matter how grotesque and ugly he thought he looked, for you, it was now the face that saved your life. That saved you from being an empty shell, after these men would have committed a crime to you. Who ever knows if you hadn't ended up dead.

This was the start, of a relationship, rather you, nor he really would understand. But alone, the way you clung to him now. Made him forget about the insecurity that you saw him.

"Don't be sorry. Not for that." you said your voice breaking a little, you wanted to say more, but you couldn't for now, needed to take in what had happened first.

He then gently picked you, like the fragile little thing you were. Probably you were the safest girl in the world now. No one could harm you, when Gyutaro was the one loving you, no matter how twisted and obsessed it was. You were his priority.

[lelee-tdn]

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

Close ups:

[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.

[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/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

[riveroftales]

☾☾☾☾☾☾☾𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃☽☽☽☽☽☽☽

ᴏʙsᴇssᴇ���! ɢʏᴜᴛᴀʀᴏ x ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗩𝗘: 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗘𝗔𝗧

⚠︎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 )

[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”

[ghooostea]

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

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Gyutaro…

Would you like to submit a character? Click this link if you do!

[lelee-tdn]

Very Eddie Vedder inspired lol

[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.

[paintoreos]

@gyutaro-shabana-upper6

Edit I made of you :3

[demonicallyslaying]

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

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

[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~ )