#muzan x reader

[byfawn]

WHEN HE FINDS YOU TOUCHING YOURSELF

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FEATURING | SANEMI, GIYUU, TENGEN, IGURO, GYOMEI, MUZAN

──── SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI

lowkey is pissed because he's jealous of your own hands bringing you pleasure instead of his.

you were on the futon, covers kicked down to your waist. hand between your legs, your face turned into the pillow. you were so lost in it you hadn't even heard him come home.

a possessive snarl ripped from his throat. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

your eyes flew open, wide with shock and instant embarrassment. you tried to scramble up, to cover yourself, but he was on you in a flash. he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand.

his other hand shoved the fabric of your sleepwear up, exposing you completely.

his eyes lingered where your own fingers had been, his gaze burning. "you think your little fingers can make you feel what i do? you think they can replace my cock?"

he released your wrists only to tear your sleepwear open, buttons scattering. his mouth crashed down on yours, stealing your breath. he kissed you like he was claiming you all over again.

then his hand slid between your legs, his rough fingers pushing yours aside. "this is my job," he muttered against your lips, fingers circling your clit with a practiced, brutal pressure that made you cry out. "my cock, my tongue, my fingers. you come on my terms, not yours. understood?"

you could only nod, gasping as he drove two fingers pounding into you filling the room with the lewd sound of your arousal. "you want to come? then come for me. not for yourself. for me."

──── TOMIOKA GIYUU

really pathetic and whiny about it—as he should be—and needs to fuck you instantaneously or he will combust.

your hand was between your legs, moving in a slow rhythm. your eyes were closed, head thrown back, lips parted as you lost yourself in the feeling. 

he didn't hesitate. he slid the door open and stepped inside, closing it firmly behind him. your eyes flew open, wide with shock and embarrassment, a gasp catching in your throat.

he said nothing. his deep blue eyes, usually so distant, were dark with a hunger you'd never seen before. he knelt beside the futon, his presence overwhelming the small space. his large, calloused hand covered yours, stilling your movements.

"let me," he whispered, his voice a low, rough command that sent a shiver straight through you.

he replaced your hand with his, his touch firm and sure as he pressed against your core through the damp fabric. a broken moan escaped you. he watched your face, studying every flicker of pleasure as he began to move his fingers, a slow, torturous rhythm that had you arching off the bed.

he leaned down, his hair brushing your cheek, and captured your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your whimpers. "you feel so good," he breathed against your lips, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to find you wet and ready for him. "all this for me?"

you could only nod, clutching at his haori. his touch was relentless, expertly circling the sensitive bud that made you see stars.

"come for me," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. and you did, falling apart under his touch with a cry he muffled with another deep kiss, his fingers working you through your climax until you were trembling and boneless.

he pulled back, looking at your blissful expression. he swiftly undid his own uniform, settling his weight over you.

"now," he said, lining himself up at your entrance, his gaze locking with yours. "my turn."

──── UZUI TENGEN

jealous that you started the fun without him but teaches you so you know better for next time.

he stood there, arms crossed, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face as he watched the way your back arched.

"well, well," his voice was a low rumble, cutting through the silence. "looks like you're playing without me."

you froze, eyes snapping open, face burning with embarrassment. but he was already moving, crossing the room in two long strides. he didn't scold or tease. he simply knelt by the futon, his large hand covering yours where it was tucked between your legs, stilling your movement.

"shhh," he murmured, his other hand tilting your chin up to face him. his eyes were dark, intense. "if you're going to do it, do it properly."

he kept his hand over yours, applying a firm, guiding pressure, his thumb stroking your wrist. he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. his thumb gently teasing your swollen clit as you follow his lead.

"that's it," he growled as your hips twitched under the combined pressure of his fingers guiding yours. "let me see you. show me how good it feels."

he didn't take over, he just watched, his presence overwhelming, his low words of encouragement coaxing you closer to the edge until you fell apart with a choked cry, his name on your lips.

as you trembled, he finally moved his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth and tasting you with a deep, satisfied hum.

"next time," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument as he began to loosen his own clothes. "you wait for me."

──── IGURO OBANAI

acts shockingly indifferent to it and finger fucks you into oblivion (definitely came in his pants but would never admit it.)

you didn't hear the door open or the silent steps on the floor. you didn't sense him until a shadow fell over you.

you froze, your eyes snapping open to see him kneeling beside your futon. his mismatched eyes weren't blank or curious. they were dark, intense, fixed on the trembling shape of your hand under the covers.

"what's this?" he whispered, his voice a low hum that vibrated straight through you. "playing by yourself?"

"naughty," he purred. he didn't ask. his hand, cool and strong, slipped under the sheet and closed over yours, stilling your movements. he held your wrist pinned against your damp heat, making you whimper.

"you don't need your hand," he said as he used his grip on your wrist to push your own fingers harder against you. "see? i can make it better."

he kept your hand trapped there as his other hand hooked into the waistband of your underwear, ripping the thin fabric without a second thought. the cool air hit your exposed skin, and you flinched.

"shhh," he cooed, finally releasing your wrist to replace your fingers with his own. they were calloused and precise, circling your clit with a terrifying expertise that had you arching off the bed instantly.

"this is what you wanted, right?" he asked, watching your face contort with pleasure you couldn't fight. he pushed two fingers inside you, a sharp, stretching fullness that stole your breath. "you wanted to be found. you wanted to be used."

his thrusts were relentless, his thumb drawing tight, maddening circles. you were babbling, pleading, but you didn't know if you were asking him to stop or never stop. he read your body like a book, finding the exact rhythm that unraveled you completely.

"come on," he urged, his voice dropping to a wicked whisper against your ear. "come for me. let me see it."

and you did, crashing over the edge with a broken cry, your body shaking under his touch. he worked you through it, drawing out every last shudder until you were limp.

──── HIMEJIMA GYOMEI

is confused and somewhat disappointed because he takes it as him not being able to fulfill his spousal duties.

for a long moment, he just listened, perhaps his senses were playing some twisted trick on his mind. his usual blank expression didn't change as the air grew heavier with the scent of your arousal. it was no mistakes that you were aroused and touching yourself. a low sound rumbled in his chest.

you heard it and your eyes snapped open. you froze, a gasp catching in your throat, mortification flooding you. you tried to pull your hand away, to cover yourself.

"don't."

his voice was a command that stopped you completely. he closed the door behind him and slowly approached, his movements deliberate and fluid. he knelt beside the futon, his presence overwhelming.

"you were touching yourself," he stated, his voice flat yet laden with a dark curiosity. he wasn't asking. he was observing a new fact.

you could only nod, your face burning.

"why?" he tilted his head, his white hair shifting. "was i not enough?"

"n-no," you stammered. "i just... i couldn't sleep. i was thinking of you."

a flicker of something passed through his hollow eyes. he leaned down, his face inches from yours. "let me feel it."

when you hesitated, his hand, cold and strong, wrapped around your wrist. he guided your hand back to where it was, pressing your own fingers against your core through the fabric.

"let me feel how you think of me," he whispered, his breath cool against your ear. "let me feel what you do when i am not here."

with his hand still on top of yours, he forced you to move, setting a slow, grinding rhythm. 

"you are warm," he murmured, more to himself than to you. his other hand pushed your clothing aside, exposing you further. "so warm and wet. for me."

he removed your hand and replaced it with his own, his  fingers touching you with a precision that made your toes curl. he was relentless with his pace bringing you closer and closer to the brink of your orgasm.

"gyoemi, please," you begged, unsure what you were even asking for.

your orgasm overtook you as your back arched. when you finally fell back, breathless and spent, he brought his wet fingers to his lips, tasting you. "hmm, i shall please you this way from now on."

──── KIBUTSUJI MUZAN

acts like a divvaaaa because how dare you touch yourself without his permission.

"look at you," he murmured, his voice low and laced with the slightest hint of desire. "so desperate you couldn't even wait for me." he closed the door and approached, each step deliberate and predatory. "such a pathetic display."

he didn't stop you. instead, he sat on the edge, watching you with crimson eyes that missed nothing. "go on," he commanded, his tone dripping with disdain. "since you've started, show me how my little creature pleasures herself."

you hesitated under his degrading gaze, but continued, his intense stare as potent as any touch. he watched for a long moment, a master observing a pet.

then he moved. in a flash, his hand wrapped around you wrist, pulling it away. "but you do it so poorly," he whispered, pushing you onto my back. "you exist for my pleasure, not your own clumsy attempts."

he pinned your hands above your head with effortless strength. "you will look at me while i correct your failure." his other hand trailed down your body, not with tenderness, but with a possessiveness that heightened your arousal. 

"that's it," he mocked, seeing your reaction. "see what you were missing? see what only i can give you?" he drove you relentlessly towards your building orgasm, his eyes locked on yours, forcing you to acknowledge that even your climax was his to grant.

"remember your place. you are mine to use. your pleasure is mine to give." he released you, standing as if bored, already turning away. "clean yourself up. i expect you to be presentable when i return."

[satoruined]

NSFW HEADCANONS

MDNI 18+ CONTAINS: muzan ‧ kokushibō ・dōma ‧ akaza | fem!reader . explicit sexual content . headcanons

鬼舞辻 無惨 KIBUTSUJI MUZAN

❅ ── edging is one of his many cruelties, and he’s exquisitely sadistic about it. he’ll watch you squirm, listen to your begging, and only allow release when your voice cracks into sobs. not that he’s merciful, but because he finds your swollen eyes and runny nose unbecoming.

❅ ── control disguised as generosity. he’ll make you ride him, but only so he can sit back and watch how pathetic you look scrambling for your own pleasure, while he corrects your pace with a lazy hand on your hip.

❅ ── takes particular delight in humiliating post-climax rituals: watching his spend leak out of you, ordering you to push it back inside with trembling fingers while he scolds you about how wasteful and ungrateful you are. his tone is closer to a lecture than dirty talk, but the cold authority in it makes your pussy clench all the same.

❅ ── aftercare is selective at best. he might smooth your hair back or examine the marks he left with the detached eye of a critic, as though checking a painting for flaws. if he’s feeling magnanimous, he’ll even hold you for a while, though his embrace is stiff, his skin unnaturally cold. affection offered as a favour, not a given.

黒死牟 KOKUSHIBŌ

❅ ── isn’t vocal in the conventional sense, but he mutters in a low rasp when he’s close, words half-intelligible, praising and damning you in the same breath. his dirty talk is sparse, they take the form of orders (“spread your legs wider. hold still.”) that leave no room for refusal.

❅ ── values control above all else. if you try to assert power over him, he will correct you with severity.

❅ ── cannot resist marking you. loves sinking his teeth into your shoulder or throat, leaving half-moon dents and dark bruises that blossom under his mouth, but he stops short of blood.

❅ ── often corrects your posture during sex, and you do it because his displeasure is rarer than praise and therefore terrifyingly precious.

❅ ── has a fixation with filling you. presses in deep, keeps you spread open until his spend is dripping out, and still thrusts shallowly to push it back inside.

❅ ── slow thrusting that turns into violence only when provoked. he can be methodical for hours, then ramp up suddenly with a directive so small you almost miss it and find yourself sobbing with the force of it.

❅ ── soft moments are almost always conditional. a whisper of praise, a chaste kiss to your temple, they are rewards and you will crave them because they are so seldom given.

童磨 DŌMA

❅ ── doesn’t really feel desire the way most do, but he recognises a shallow level of lust like one recognises hunger: a gnawing, bodily itch. so he follows it with zeal, as though fucking you is simply another form of consumption. and dōma is enthusiastic to the point of unnerving, praising you between mocking giggles, all while splitting you open on his cock as if he’s sharing an inside joke with himself.

❅ ── foreplay is essentially provocation. doma delights in pissing you off. his usual antics include nuzzling along your jaw without actually kissing you, circling your clit with a frozen fingertip until you’re thrashing.

❅ ── verbal degradation is his lingua franca. “such a greedy little thing, can’t believe you’d sink so low for me” paired with a smile so saccharine it almost sounds like a compliment. the jolly cadence creates a dissonance, because he never drops the cheerful act.

❅ ── has an air of cheer even while being cruel. especially then. no matter if you’re begging or crying or even cursing at him—he only laughs, clapping his hands as though you’ve told a particularly good joke.

❅ ── finds your tears hilarious and hot, usually licks them right off your cheeks while laughing.

❅ ── overstimulation. keeps you in his lap, while he tsks about how sensitive you are, how silly it is that you’re trying to wriggle away when your cunt clearly doesn’t want to let go. if you cry, he cups your face sweetly and coos, “adorable! i knew you’d look prettier like this.” (he genuinely thinks he’s complimenting you)

❅ ── doesn’t understand aftercare in any genuine sense. wiping you down, holding you close, murmuring soft reassurances etc. those are things he mimics because he’s seen people do them, like an actor reciting lines from a play. the gestures are hollow, but his smile is so bright enough you believe he means it.

❅ ── cums inside you every single time because… well. why wouldn’t he?

猗窩座 AKAZA

❅ ── soft dominance is his default. doesn’t degrade you, won’t even tolerate you degrading yourself in a non-sexual context (he gets viscerally upset) . instead he builds you up with firm praise.

❅ ── refuses to finish before you. it’s a code of conduct, carved into him as deeply as his martial discipline. whether it’s his tongue flattening against your clit, his fingers curling inside you, or his cock stretching you out, your orgasm is the opening act, and his the encore.

❅ ── loves testing your limits, but not without consent. he’ll push you harder, but the moment you use your safeword, he halts as though your word is law. nothing makes him prouder than coaxing another orgasm out of you while you’re trembling: “just one more, you’ve got this. i know you can.” this is essentially a form of devotion, his belief that you are stronger than you think.

❅ ── his refractory period is basically nonexistent a.k.a he gets hard again real fast, but rarely pushes for more unless you initiate. when you do, he smiles almost sheepishly, like you’ve just given him another reason to be grateful for your existence.

❅ ── aftercare with akaza is meticulous to the point of ritualistic? he wipes you down with care, kneads the strain from your muscles until the ache fades. his body runs hot, and he uses it like a blanket, wrapping you against his chest, one broad hand stroking your back in steady passes until your breathing evens. always keeps watch while you sleep.

[popebride]

the idea of MUZAN having a wife is addicting, a beautiful woman kept away from the insanity of the demon slayer corps. one that has him wrapped around her finger. one that has no fears of disagreeing with him, despite knowing how powerful he is.

one that teases him, after a long evening trying to understand the mystery of the blue spider lily—she comes behind his chair, rubbing his tense muscles slowly. “my love, haven’t you had enough?” she would whisper, a small smirk curling on her painted lips.

muzan wouldn’t answer.

too frustrated to play into his wife’s stupid antics, but that wouldn’t deter her. in fact, it would only egg her on even more. so much so that she leans in forward, pressing her lips against his neck, cooing at him.

“muzan.. come rest for a bit.” she would whisper, voice low and intertwined with hidden meaning.

muzan would really try to ignore her, he needed to find this god forsaken flower, but her voice was so low, so playful, it was agitating.

and a turn on.

so, like any good husband would do, he would shut his book tight, then take her hand before leading her to sit on his lap.

he truly hated how she always found herself under his skin, he was the king of demons—and if he wanted to he could kill her, but his chest swirled with someone so sickeningly close to love it angered him. yet, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her.

[neurodivergentminor]

[be-xkyy]

Rockstar boyfriend takes you on tour with him and his band "Cheap Riot." How could he leave his sexy girlfriend in another city? Especially with all those sluts out there trying to get a piece of his cock. He needs alcohol, drugs, and sex to function. You're his girl. You're always his best fuck. He needs to ram his cock deep inside you to think; that's how his best songs are born.

He fucks you in the back seat of the van, the music is loud, there's laughter and the smell of cigarettes, the rest of the band are high and drinking, groping groupies. They're just inches away from the two of you, your nails dig into the leather seat, and you bite your lip and bury your face in the seat, trying to stifle your moans without much success. His thick cock goes in and out of your pussy again and again, his fat balls slap against your ass, and the swollen veins rub deliciously against your vaginal walls. Your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure.

You moan sharply as he pulls your hair, your scalp burning and tingling, forcing you to stand, your back pressed against his firm chest. His large hand grips your throat, cold rings biting your skin as you tilt your head onto his shoulder. His other hand slides down, gently caressing your skin over your belly until it reaches your pussy, rubbing your bundle of nerves as his cock drills inside you.

He kisses your cheek, his hot breath on your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe and tugging at it. You moan softly at the tingling that makes your pussy clench, and he laughs before relieving the itch with his tongue. ❝—Don't hold back your moans, baby, let everyone know you're my whore.❞ You arch your back as his fingers begin to rub firm circles over your stimulated clit. He kisses your neck, and his hand at your throat tightens as his pleasure grows.

Your eyes roll back, your whole body tenses as his cock hits your sweet spot again and again; Your pussy contracts and throbs, when he bites your neck you come with a sharp moan, he moves his hips with more vigor without stopping rubbing your overstimulated clitoris which makes you writhe in his grip, minutes of torture later he cums your vision goes blurry when he squeezes his hand on your throat, strings of hot and thick semen fill your uterus and flood your inside.

When he finally lets go, you collapse onto the couch, dazed. He pulls his cock out of your used cunt and puts it inside his pants, zips them up, and fastens his bullet belt. He adjusts his hair before turning you around, grabs your panties lying on the floor and pulls them up your legs, his ringed hands resting on your thighs; a wicked smile spreads across his lips.

❝—The best fuck of my life, baby, now I want your sweet moans to be in a song on the new album.❞

JJK: Gojo, Geto, Toji, Sukuna | Naruto Shippuden: Sasuke, Madara, Indra | Hunter x Hunter: illumi, Hisoka, Chrollo, kurapika | BNHA: Bakugo | Demon Slayer: Sanemi, Muzan, Douma, Akaza | One Piece: Zoro, Doflamingo, Buggy | And everyone else who wants to.

[rezitio]

I saw your Twitter post on the antenna clones, was wondering if you could do kokushibo, douma, Alabama and Enmu 🥹🙏

UPPER MOONS & MUZAN + ENMU 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

✦ kokushibo, doma, akaza, muzan, enmu, gyutaro

cw: DARK THEMES. these r p!links, piv, blackmail, dubcon, spankings, breeding, oral, a whole lot.

a/n: normally dont take this long to do twitter links

━━━━━ ᗰᗩᗪE ✦ ᖇEᘔITIO ━━━━━

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

01. Muzan and his needy human

02. Fucking you into the couch, watching you writhe

03. You swore your husband was sick. That his body was too weak to even fight off small burns like the sun’s rays; that’s why he locks himself in his study. So why is he ramming into you and restraining you with so much strength?

04. Muzan and his god complex

"You should be thanking me—thanking me for allowing you to feel me at all. Say it." ✦ "thank...aphf thank you!"

05. He bent you over his lap, asking you to tell him of your day. Every time you lie, his palm slams down on your cheeks.

"nghh... what was that for?" ✦ "That was a lie. you did not go straight home after." "I'm unsure whether to punish you for disobeying my orders or lying about it."

KOKUSHIBO

01. Breeding

02. Pleasuring his girl

03. Inspecting to see if his human girl was good during the day

04. A pure representation of the control he wants in bed. Control over you, your movements, orgasm, moans—everything

05. How he thrust right after punishment sex. After all your crying, he goes slow right before releasing inside and wipes your tears

06. Such a peaceful cuddle and kiss turned dirty. When his fingers slip between your thighs

“Stay. Still.”

DOUMA

01. He barely has to try and he has you undone

02. Modern-daybf!Douma loves using these

03. He's in love with how you try so hard to take your god's cock

04. One of Modern-day!Douma favorite videos of you two. In his album of sex tapes.

03. Forcing you to ride him while he becomes a pillow princess

"Awhh, you're being lazy. didn't want it to come to this but it seems—" ✦ "no!...phf, I'll m-move."

AKAZA

01. Even a modernau!Akaza would find himself sneaking through your window at night as your secret boyfriend

02. He only visits at night, every second he's inside you feels as if he tries to make up for days he's been gone.

03. In another universe, Akaza is obsessed with morning sex.

04. When he visits after a battle, he's usually more impatient, unbothered to fully undress you

05. Just very Akaza.

HANTENGU CLONES

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GYUTARO

01. He gets so jealous sometimes.

02. Sometimes he just needs a distraction from all his self-loathing

04. He knows he's not supposed to cum inside, but he just can't help it!

03. Where is your samurai husband now? If he couldn't be here to protect his own wife, what good is he?

05. Working in the entertainment district, you see a lot of weird shit. But you doubted any college had a client such as yours with odd contortions, unmatched strength to ragdoll you, or a dick as good as his.

ENMU

01. In the beginning of the relationship, Enmu believed he was 'unworthy' of entering you, so he'd limit himself by bucking himself against your sex.

02. Dry humping

03. Disciplining your boyfriend when he gets too clingy and needy for your body

04. Obsessed with eating you out.

05. The type of shit you wake up to on the daily

[doumadono]

MUZAN & UPPER MOONS fucking you in public

characters featured: Muzan, Douma, Akaza, Kokushibo, Gyutaro Warnings: semi-public s*x, female reader, creampies, filth, language DEMON SLAYER MASTERLIST

𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍 Muzan fucks you like you were created for no other purpose than to sate his pleasure - and he makes damn sure you never forget it. 

In the velvet-draped gallery of the theatre, his hand slips beneath your dress before the first act even begins. His fingers are cold and merciless, tugging your panties aside and sinking into your pussy without hesitation. The demon king finger-fucks you until you’re trembling. Pearly-white juices seep out of your pussy, making the cushion beneath you darken with dampness. Muzan’s lips brush the shell of your ear, voice silken and cruel all at once, “Stay quiet. Do you want them to hear what a whore you are for the world's wealthiest demon?”

By the next act, you’re already astride him, straddling his lap on the narrow seat. The hem of your dress is shoved high, bunched up against your stomach, leaving your white garters and stockings gleaming in the low light. You hardly have time to breathe before the hiss of fabric and the snap of a button announce the opening of his fly. Muzan doesn’t bother with tenderness - the rock-hard head of his cock nudges between your labia and pushes deep, splitting you apart by degrees until you’re full to the brim of his manhood demonhood.

“Pathetic,” he sneers, his hands bruising your hips as he begins to drive into you. The tempo is merciless from the beginning. It gets faster and harder though, until every thrust rips a strangled sound from your throat. The thick vein beneath his shaft drags over every sweet spot inside your needy cunt, each roll of his hips pulling you closer to breaking right here and right now, in his arms.

Below, the orchestra swells - violins rising, horns blooming in elegant unison - while Muzan clamps a hand over your mouth to silence your desperate gasps. His breath tickles the edge of your jaw, smooth as velvet and sharp as poison at the same time. “You hear that?” Kibutsuji whispers, “They believe this stupid spectacle to be the height of beauty. But I know better. The true performance is here. Your body breaking for the demon king while those mere humans sit beyond the curtain, enjoying what they call art.”

His nails dig into your waist as he lifts and drops you onto his cock, guiding you like a marionette. You shudder and arch into him despite yourself, trembling with every snap of his hips as your back rests against his chest.

Kibutsuji licks his fingers and puts them on your labia, spreading your lips and rubbing them up and down, occasionally spanking your clitoris.

Muzan only smiles, dark and joyless, watching you crumble as his cock splits you open again and again and again until he cums deep inside you, painting your velvety walls white with his seed. “That’s it,” he growls, his lips almost tender at the column of your neck as he keeps on fucking you deep, even after cumming inside you just a moment ago. “Break for me again, doll. You were made for nothing else.”

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀 The temple is still full of his worshippers cleaning after the latest mass when Douma pulls you away, his pale fingers lacing with yours. This is just another one of his whims. 

His laughter sparkles through the altar chamber, sweet and crystalline, while he presses you to a marble pillar. His lips brush over the column of your throat, tongue flicking where your pulse jumps the fastest. “So sensitive already,” he croons, delight dripping from his voice. “How precious. You’re like a little bell, my lotus petal - one touch, and you ring just for me.” His smile is wide, but when his mouth claims yours, the kiss is unhurried, almost tender, his tongue stroking yours as though he wants to taste every breath you give him.

Moments later you’re completely naked and sprawled across the temple altar, legs parted for the Upper Two, your skin lit golden by the lanterns hanging at the ceiling. He kneels between your thighs, fumbling at his hakama with boyish impatience, cock already flushed and straining the material of his pants. “Ahh, look at this,” he sighs as he frees his cock and guides it into your slick, pinkish pussy. “All I needed was a glance, a kiss, and now I’m hard enough to burst. You must be a little succubus, hmmm? Sent here to ruin me.” His giggle bubbles up as his hips snap forward, burying him inside until your walls flutter around him. Your head rolls back and you gasp at the sensation.

The chants of his disciples echo from the next chamber like background music for his sin. 

Douma throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, sweet lotus! If only they knew what their god was really doing, what he has his hands full of.” His thumb strokes your cheek affectionately as he leans down to kiss you while he pounds his cock into you, rainbow eyes glittering with lust.

Your hands grasp his forearms tightly as your eyes meet his. Shallow gasps, quiet moans and his name escape your slightly parted lips, the signs of the overwhelming pleasure swallowing you whole.

He presses his palm over your mouth and nose when your moans grow louder, watching your lashes flutter with oxygen-starved desperation. “There, there, my doll,” Douma soothes, though his hips don’t slow. “Be good for me and I’ll let you breathe. Wrap those legs around me, yes, just like that, so my cock can kiss your cervix! Don’t you love me enough to risk dying on my cock?”

When you sob that you can’t take more, your pussy swollen and red from the hard sex, he only hums and proceeds to fuck you even harder. “See? You said you couldn’t take it anymore, but your pussy’s still sucking me in! Such a greedy doll you are, Y/N.”

The moment your cunt clamps down around Douma’s dick, fluttering tight in desperate climax, he spills instantly inside you, groaning in sheer bliss as your spasms milk his dick dry. Douma’s grin softens when he sees your face: mouth parted, eyes glazed, chest rising fast. “Ahhh, look at you. My lotus. My little masterpiece! You’re such a good girl! You’re making me so proud!” He pulls out with a wet squelch. Douma’s eyes glitter as he watches the mess of his seed leak from you, thick and white, slipping down your folds.

“My pretty doll looks even prettier glazed in white,” he coos as his fingers smear the mess over your clit, circling it slowly until you twitch. He licks his thumb and index finger clean and beams down at you. “Don’t wipe it away. I want my little lotus to wear me all day long.”

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀 Akaza has you pinned against the shrine gate, moonlight striking his tattooed skin like paint on a war god. The red torii creaks with every violent slam of his hips, your body bent against the wooden beam as he takes you without pause. His fists dig bruises into your waist, growls tearing through the silence of the moonlit garth.

“Don’t look away,” Upper Three snarls, yanking your head up by your hair, forcing your eyes to meet the blaze of his yellow irises. His thrusts are relentless, brutal, the gate rattling beneath his strength. “I said look at me. Watch the man who’s breaking you.”

Every snap of his narrow hips rips cries from your throat, but he devours them in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing, tongue claiming yours until you taste the sharp tang of copper where his canines split your lower lip. His hand drops to your throat, squeezing it - not enough to choke, just enough to remind you who owns you. “You’re strong,” he growls against your lips, his breath hot, “But not stronger than me. I’ll pound you into the earth until your body only remembers the shape of my cock carved in your pussy.”

His rhythm of his thrusts is savage, punishing. 

Then you both hear it - voices. The shuffle of sandals, low murmurs as worshippers finish their vigil. 

Akaza slows his pushes, hips dragging deep and slow instead of frantic. His lips peel back in a snarl, fangs flashing as he whispers, “Filthy weaklings. I’d love to smash their heads like fruit but you…” His thrusts slow down and he drags his dick out of your wetness until only his cockhead stays in your pussy, “... You keep me busy like no one else.”

The voices fade, footsteps carrying the humans away, leaving only the pounding of your heart and the sharp creak of the gate. Akaza picks up pace again, rutting into you like a dog in heat, his head rolling back until the moment his whole body tenses. He buries himself to the hilt, cock twitching as he spills hot inside you, forehead pressing to your nape, his voice breaking into a softer tone, “You’re my only weakness.”

𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎 Your bedroom is dimly lit by the faint glow of the moon spilling through the curtains, the shadows stretching across your cozy bed. 

Kokushibo’s six eyes glint in the darkness as they drink in every detail of your trembling curves beneath him. Each thrust from behind makes your body shudder, his heavy balls slapping wetly against your cunt as he pins you to the mattress. “You are such a disgrace to your family,” he rasps, centuries of disdain curling around his words, “And yet absolutely exquisite in your shame.” His massive hand twists your wrists behind your back, lifting them slightly so your spine arches perfectly for his pleasure.

You gasp, knees trembling against the soft sheets, and Kokushibo chuckles low and dark, the brush of his teeth along your ear making you whine quietly. “Just like that. Scream for me, woman,” he utters, voice velvet and cruel, vibrating deep from within his muscular chest.

The demon chuckles suddenly, and your pulse quickens. “Your parents, in the next room, asleep, oblivious that their precious little girl lets a demon ruin her insides. Let them stay unaware, my little, pathetic piece of meat.”

You tremble, a heady mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through your entire being - partly from the thrill of being so exposed to Kokushibo, and partly from the thought that someone from your relatives could walk in on you being fucked by a demon.

A flicker of courage rises in your chest, and you tilt your head back just enough to meet his gaze, voice trembling yet daring as you speak, “I… I’m not just a piece of meat, am I?” You bite your lower lip, breath hitching in the quiet room as you curl hands in fists, tugging onto your sheets. “Because your cock wouldn’t swell so fast inside me if I were.”

His free hand hovers over your hip, and you feel him throb inside you, twitching against your slick heat. Then he pounds harder, deliberate and punishing, every thrust sending shivers through your body as he pushes so deep inside your dripping pussy that he takes your breath away. A low, dark laugh rumbles from his throat, “Perhaps not,” he states. “I’ll give you that, mortal.”

You shiver beneath him, caught between fear and lust, wetness pooling thick and hot between your thighs, dripping down even as he fills you completely with his massive dick.

This is not the first time he has claimed you. For nearly a month, he has come to your bed night after night. The first time, fear coils in your chest - you were certain he would devour you as any demon would - but when you satisfied his primal, male needs, he spared your life. Since then, he has returned without fail, marking you, claiming you, and leaving you aching long after he vanishes, slipping away before the sun can catch him.

“Yes, take it all,” Kokushibo coos between brutal thrusts. “My little morsel, shivering and leaking for me. Only I get to claim you, ever.”

As his climax nears, he releases your wrists, letting your exhausted body slump against the sheets. Yet even then, he does not let go, large hand gripping your nape, pressing your head firmly toward the mattress as he bends you to his pleasure. When he finally comes, and when a low growl escapes his lips, sharp spanks mark your ass, each leaving a red handprint of Kokushibo’s palm. He watches with dark amusement as your flesh jiggles beneath every spank he delivers.

Slowly, he pulls out, flipping you onto your back and spreading your thighs to admire your reddened, slick pussy, still leaking his seed. “Do not think I am done with you yet,” he growls, voice low and possessive.

Before the fog of overstimulation swallows you whole, the last thing you feel is the tip of his massive cock pressing back into your ruined, quivering pussy once more, and you know that tonight he will claim you completely again and again and again, with the house and its residents oblivious to your debauchery.

𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 The alley reeks of blood and rot, lanterns flickering weakly against the damp stones. 

Gyutaro has you pinned against the brick wall, the shadows of the Red Light District shimmering above your heads, your dress shoved high above your hips, revealing the soft skin of your thighs, abdomen and pubis. His wiry body leans over yours, every jagged, vicious thrust tearing your pussy open, marking you as his. “Hahhh! Yeeaaaah,” he croaks, drool glinting at the corner of his mouth. “You dirty little thing, lettin’ me use you out here, where anyone could see. My perfect little whore.”

His nails dig into your waist and the back of your thighs. Every thrust drives you harder against the wall, his narrow hips forcing your legs to curl around him, splitting you wide and filling you so completely that you whimper helplessly.

“Say it,” he hisses, voice hoarse, “Say you love bein’ ruined by me.”

You tremble under him, heat pooling thick between your thighs, your pussy slick and aching. “Y-yes!”

He leans close, teeth brushing your shoulder, and a guttural, broken laugh rumbles from him, “That’s it. Such a good little pet for me,” he praises. “Mine, all fucking mine.”

Passersby laugh in the distance, and a group of drunk men finish their sake in the alley next door. You clamp your hands over your mouth, trying to muffle your desperate cries, but Gyutaro peels your hands away with a rough tug. “No, no, no. I wanna hear all of it,” he growls into your ear, “Every filthy, needy sound you make as my cock splits open that pathetic, whorish, little cunt of yours.”

As your pussy grows slicker, dripping and trembling with need, signaling that your climax is close, Gyutaro can’t hold back any longer. He slams his long cock deep into your cunny, pressing your body fully against the cold wall. His crooked hands find the décolletage of your dress and tear it roughly apart, freeing your breasts to spill into his grasp.

Without hesitation, his mouth wraps around one of your hardened nipples, teeth grazing lightly as his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud, teasing and torturing every nerve. His hips jerk violently against yours, each short, erratic thrust driving straight to the tip of your nerve endings, humping you with animalistic desperation.

Your cunt clamps around him violently, and he moans, letting his dead seed spill into you, thick and hot, filling you to the brim. His long hands cradle your body, holding you close. “You’re mine now,” he snarls, his cock swelling and pulsing inside of you, painting your inner walls with his semen again and again. “Yeah, just like that, my little pet, take it all.” He doesn’t pull out, letting it coat every inch of your walls, the damp coldness clinging to you.

“Ruined, just like me. That’s how I like you the most,” Gyutaro coos, stealing a kiss from your lips.

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Demon Slayer Characters React to Drunk Y/N Complaining About Not Having a Boyfriend (While Being Married to Them)

I thought this would be sorta funny...

🌸 Hashira

🔹 Giyuu Tomioka → Blinks. “But… I’m your husband.” Watches as you dramatically flop onto the counter, groaning about how unfair life is. Giyuu, completely lost, gently pats your head and mumbles, “Did you forget?” You grab his haori and whine, “But everyone ELSE has one!” He sighs, picks you up, and places you on his lap. “I’m literally right here.” When you wake up sober, he’s staring at you expectantly, waiting for an apology.

🔹 Sanemi Shinazugawa → Nearly chokes on his drink. “Huh?! The hell did you just say?!” Stands there, completely baffled, as you cry into your ramen about how you’re “so lonely.” He yanks your face up and growls, “You’re married to ME, idiot!” If you keep whining, he’ll grab your face and kiss you aggressively just to shut you up. “Say that again, I dare you.” The next morning, you wake up to him giving you the silent treatment.

🔹 Kyojuro Rengoku → BURSTS OUT LAUGHING. “AH! MY LOVE, HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ME?!” Immediately picks you up and spins you around in his arms while declaring, “Fear not, for I shall be your boyfriend and husband both!” He’ll then spend the next hour showering you with compliments until you’re giggling again. The next morning, he teases you endlessly about it.

🔹 Tengen Uzui → “Oh? You don’t have a boyfriend? What a tragedy!” Smirks and plays along, even pulling out a fake tear. His wives giggle in the background as he dramatically sighs, “If only there were a dazzling, flashy man who would devote himself to you~” Eventually, he cups your face and whispers, “Oh wait. That’s ME.” The next morning, his wives keep reminding you of your ‘crisis’ just to fluster you.

🔹 Muichiro Tokito → Completely deadpan. “You’re married to me.” Watches as you dramatically sob into your drink. “You literally have a ring on your finger.” He tilts his head. “Do I not count?” You mumble, “You don’t count ‘cause you’re too perfect.” He pauses, blushes a little, then sighs. “You’re so dumb when you’re drunk.” Carries you to bed but secretly enjoys the attention.

🔹 Mitsuri Kanroji → GASPS. “OH NOOO, MY LOVE!!” Immediately cuddles you and reassures you that you’re the most loved person in the world. “I’LL BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND BOYFRIEND IF YOU WANT!!” She even makes a whole list of reasons why you’re adored. The next day, she excitedly asks if you remember her ‘love speech.’

🔹 Obanai Iguro → “...Are you serious?” Looks completely betrayed. You keep whining, not noticing how his grip on his cup tightens. “You’re MARRIED to me. How the hell do you not have a boyfriend?” When you drunkenly say, “You’re my husband, not my boyfriend,” he stares at you like you’ve committed a crime. Kaburamaru hisses in agreement. The next morning, he ignores you until you apologize properly.

🔹 Gyomei Himejima → Soft sigh. “I see.” Gently wipes your tears as you ramble about being ‘unloved.’ Then, with zero hesitation, he pulls you into his lap and starts listing all the ways he cherishes you. “You are loved beyond measure.” The next day, he reminds you that even in your drunkest moments, he will always reassure you.

🌓 Upper Moons & Muzan

🔹 Kokushibo → Silent for an entire minute. Stares at you as if you just grew another head. “You… do not have a boyfriend?” Watches you dramatically throw yourself onto the table. “Impossible.” Finally, he exhales deeply and pulls you against his chest. “You are MY wife. That is beyond a mere boyfriend.” The next day, he reminds you that your ‘foolish drunken words’ made him question your intelligence.

🔹 Douma → GASPS SO LOUDLY. “OH, HOW COULD THIS BE?!” Dramatically grabs you and cradles you while fake-crying. “HOW COULD YOUR BOYFRIEND ABANDON YOU LIKE THIS?!” Then he kisses your forehead. “Oh wait, that’s me~” He spends the next hour teasing you, calling himself your ‘brand-new’ boyfriend.

🔹 Akaza → “WHAT?!” Nearly falls out of his chair. “You—you don’t—Y/N, I’M RIGHT HERE!!” If you keep complaining, he grabs your face and forces you to look at him. “I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND. YOUR HUSBAND. SAY IT.” When you refuse, he gets pouty and hugs you from behind, sulking. The next morning, he’s grumpy until you remind him he’s your favorite.

🔹 Muzan Kibutsuji → Does not move. “Excuse me?” Raises an eyebrow as you drunkenly cry into your soup. Watches you go on and on about being ‘so single.’ Finally, he tilts your chin up, smirking. “Would you like me to find you a new boyfriend, then?” (Translation: Say yes, and you die.) The next day, you wake up to him watching you. “Say it again. I dare you.”

🎴 Main Three + Genya

🔹 Tanjiro Kamado → SO CONFUSED. “But Y/N… I’m right here?” When you keep whining, he gently takes your hand and kisses your wedding ring. “Does this not mean anything?” He patiently waits for you to realize before wrapping you in a warm hug.

🔹 Zenitsu Agatsuma → STARTS WAILING EVEN LOUDER THAN YOU. “YOU DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND?! BUT YOU HAVE ME!!!!” Literally grabs your hands and shakes you. “DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU??” Probably ends up crying with you. The next morning, he reminds you dramatically of your betrayal.

🔹 Inosuke Hashibira → “WHAT?!” Looks around like he’s about to fight someone. “WHO STOLE MY GIRL?!” When you say, “No one, I just don’t have a boyfriend,” he snarls, “I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND, DUMBASS!!” (Is ready to throw hands with the air.) The next day, he’s grumpy and demands an apology.

🔹 Genya Shinazugawa → COMPLETELY SHORT CIRCUITS. “H-HUH?! BUT WE’RE M-M-MARRIED???” Face turns BRIGHT red. When you keep whining, he stammers, “B-But I thought—D-Does this mean nothing to you?!” When you wake up, he’s still sulking. “So… do you still think you don’t have a boyfriend?”