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sleazysquid · 2 years

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Black Acres- Gyutaro X Reader

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Tags/warnings: Dark content, absolute pure filth, reader is female, mild-moderate gore/violence (mostly to set the scene so not sexual), very mild blood play, themes of breath play, noncon-dubcon at the end, throatfucking, light dumbification, facial, absolutely no prep for sex, creampie, and last but not least Gyutaro smells bad and has an unwashed uncut cock

Here you are. Running for your life as a demon terrorizes the little corner of your village. You have no idea why this is happening to you, why here, why now? You’ve heard the stories of these creatures roaming the night looking for flesh, looking for blood to tide them over for the next night, the next day, who knows. You’ve always done your best to be home before dark but tonight, oh such a wretched night, you had to run important errands and the day slipped by you way too fast. You’d put off grabbing groceries for too long, and you knew in some way it’d come to bite you in the ass; you just didn’t know how severe the repercussions would be.

You’ve ran a safe distance away from what looks to be a female demon with a belt so strong it almost looks like it vaporizes people in an instant. With a tight grip on your cloth bag of food, you’re desperately trying to weave in and out of the sea of people running every direction. Your home is just around this corner, away from the denser areas of the village. You just have to get there, you’re five minutes away tops.. right? You’re stricken with fear as you make the blatant observation that you’re nearing closer and closer to another demon. He’s emaciated looking with matted black and green hair, his hip bones protruding in an obscure manner. Even at your distance from him, he reeks to the high heavens, and bears bloody sickles that could easily glide through your body with no issue. You freeze in place for a moment, eyes widening in terror as you realize he’s moving towards you, decimating the crowd that once blanketed you to hide between. One by one, people around you drop, blood speckling your face and drenching your ankles.

You shift your feet to begin running away but your reflexes aren’t up to par at all, especially not compared to this malevolent spirit. There’s bodies that have piled around you that make it hard to maneuver around; but if you don’t get out of there fast, you might be the only target left to slaughter. Your legs feel an aching burn as your body pushes itself beyond its limits desperately trying to flee from this blood thirsty monster. It’s just your luck, as your heel digs into a corpse, causing you to trip and fall hard on the stone walkway. Your vision darkens momentarily before coming to, palms grinding into the stone attempting to pick yourself back up before ultimately being pushed back down with what feels like a foot to your back.

Your head rises, indecisive palms scrambling to either pick yourself up or drag you to temporary shelter. Once again, a force strikes you back down. You cock your head in an attempt to look back, but you’re met with the taunting tip of a weapon, more specifically, his sickle. He drags the weapon lightly across the back of your neck, pressing it in ever so slightly to draw blood. Just my luck, just my luck... with gritted teeth, the words repeat in your head as your last sermon. A large hand grips your scalp, almost engulfing your entire head, lifting up and forcing you to observe the fresh massacre in front of you. A warm, wet sensation pricks at your neck as he laps up the blood that lightly trickled down your neck. A shiver sparks up your spine, you instinctively bite your lip to curb the oncoming shriek would escape your lips. You resist giving him what he wants but he can very much feel you trembling in terror.

His light laughter bellows into a high pitched cackle as he lightly mounts you, sharp nails burrowing into your scalp.

“Take a good look around. You’re the only one left alive! That has to feel special, right?”

“Please...” you sob

“Please? Please what? Spare you?” He taunts with a shrill giggle; but a sinister thought, something he’s never quite tried before, possesses his mind, lips now hovering over shell of your ear “You know, I think I’ll hold onto that thought but first... I’ve never really gotten the chance to even be this close to such a pretty thing like you. At least, not in this way... All those years wandering the entertainment district with my sister... it gets tiring not being able to touch let alone look in such a woman’s direction.”

He rises to his feet, dragging you by the scalp to an all too convenient alleyway in between buildings that have yet to crumble. He slams your head back against the wall, earning a choked sob of pain from you as you’re confined between the wall and his skeletal hips. Tears that run hot down your face are now faintly wiped away by the callouses of his thumbs.

“Awwwh, don’t look so glum. I normally hate it when humans cry but I think you’ve won quite a lottery today, miss.” He coos, lightly pressing his groin against you.

He’s deceptively soft to you for the moment but it doesn’t last long when long bony fingers begin pinching and prodding at your cheek, forcing your mouth open for their entry as they snake their way past your teeth and glide along your tongue. You recoil and gag on the taste of his fingers alone, swatting his hand away.

“Gyutarooooo!! Come on, let’s get out of here!” A shrill female voice calls out.

There’s a shred of hope in you that maybe help is just around the corner, “Help!! Help me please! This... thing is gonna kill me!”

There’s a moment of pause between her reply and yours, “That better be your last victim or I’m leaving without you, brother.” The voice groans as you hear the click of her heels turn and walk away.

Your stomach drops when you come to the full realization that you’re entirely at this man’s mercy. You have no idea whether or not he’s going to keep his word, what he’ll do to you, if maybe he might take a few limbs and leave you to die. The possibilities weigh heavy on you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You might not ever make it out of here. Your neighbors, everyone you made friends with here in this quiet little town, snuffed out in an instant by this vile monster who now has a name to his wretched face.

Your racing mind and sobbing hiccups come to a halt as Gyutaro’s skeletal hand swiftly wraps around your neck, nails digging harshly with the full intention of crushing your windpipe if he holds on for just a minute longer. The demon pulls you upward so that his sickly colored eyes pierce into your own, the dark blotches that litter his face contort with his expression as he hisses out, “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you. After all I just decided you might live if you play along.”

Play along? What exactly does he have planned for you? What kind of sick demonic games will he enact upon you? Your brain buzzes with more questions.

The lack of oxygen starts to blur your vision, it’s getting harder to breathe, a high pitch ringing drowns out his short monologue, weak hands clawing and pulling at his forearms in a desperate attempt for air. The very moment before you hit your limit, his grip softens, maneuvering to hold your jaw in place to steal a rough kiss that ends with a rough lap of foreign saliva that now coats your lips. With dazed eyes full of lust and a contorted smile, he plants harsh, skin-breaking bites down your neck; carefully suckling and kissing at any blood that escapes. The consistent mixture of pain and discomfort followed by light stokes of pleasure have you at a sore disadvantage as your carnal needs nag at you, sending any bit of dopamine it can scrounge up straight to your core. Gyutaro hungrily tugs off your garments and any remaining dignity you’ve had left up until this point.

Half-lidded irises drink up your form and the way the moonlight gives your skin a slight fuzzy glow. Gyutaro’s lips ghost from the nape of your neck all the way down to the top of your chest. His hands tremble when cupping your breasts, eagerly kneading both in a rough and lightly painful manner. A long, slender tongue slithers out of his mouth to lap harsh circles around the bud, earning goosebumps and hesitant gasps as your nails dig into your thighs to cope with such an intrusion. Slowly, Gyutaro introduces his teeth in conjunction to the light sucking, grazing lightly and getting bolder with an eventual teasing nibble; it’s enough to garner a light groan in response, you can feel as he smiles against your skin, yellow eyes looking straight up at you. It makes him melt to feel your body tremble and writhe against his clumsy touches, the look of conflicted fear is enough to encourage him to push further, to explore your body in more intrusive ways.

Gyutaro traces his lips from your torso all the way back up to meet yours. With a wavering hushed voice, he commands you, “Down on your knees.” Your eyes water as the haze of human flesh from his breath violates your sense of smell. You’re a quick learner, he’s come to find when you slide slowly down the grimy wall of the alleyway, maintaining eye contact. What’s life or death to you, is considered a cheap thrill to him. You have no idea whether or not he’s going to actually keep his word to you but if these are your last moments on earth, maybe you might as well get a little more comfortable with his presence; even if it’s just to ease the pain of everything by a minuscule amount. His loose fitting pants don’t give you any indication of how hard or endowed he actually is underneath.

There’s a moment of stillness where the both of you look at each other in desperation for such opposing reasons. Desire and survival intertwine and meet at the hem of his trousers; at the expense of gently pushing your head against the fabric, he savors this moment while he can. Your nostrils burn from the rotting stench of his natural decay as you attempt to pull your head away, but a strong clutch on your head keeps you pinned against his crotch, the fabric muffling your coughs and light groans as he lazily dry humps your face. The sense of pure humiliation lulls your mind into a dull-ish state, feeble efforts of attempting to break free of his grasp are useless. You’re relieved and met with fresh air as his efforts to tease himself prove to be boring. You’re now aware that these little moments of peace are nothing but the foreshadowing of something much more sinister. Gyutaro hooks at the trim of his garments and pulls down to reveal his cock. It lightly taps against his lower abdomen as it springs free, glistening and soaked with precum that doesn’t seem to stop beading down the long, uncut monstrous shaft.

The sheer size and width to it is enough to naturally widen your eyes and give off more of a panicked look to your face than you already had previously.

It makes you realize that any kind of sick fantasy he has planned for you isn’t going to be as easy as just zoning out and letting it happen. No, this’ll hurt. And you’ll remember this forever.

“Holy fuck..” a strange sentiment escapes your lips, you’re unsure how to handle this, but the gravity of the situation is going straight to your core and it causes you to rub your thighs together in a pathetic attempt to hide your arousal.

“You must be some kind of sick depraved whore because it sounds to me like you’re getting off on this too.” Gyutaro hisses as he taps his cockhead against your lips as you pathetically attempt to back further into the wall as if it would stop his advances.

“Ugh, come on, no! No that’s not it at all!” you rationalize, face ablaze with embarrassment, but his taunting persists, twisting into a deranged laugh that has your stomach in knots. But you know deep down, it fulfills a carnal part of you, something you can’t entirely control.

“You just can’t wait to taste my cock, you fucking tease! Well don’t worry, I won’t keep it from you any longer-“

With what little space you had to begin with, Gyutaro closes the gap with his protruding hip bones. The sensation alone makes his knees buckle, he sucks in air through his teeth and lets out a desperate “Aaaaah” as his cock fully bottoms out inside your mouth without any pause for adjustment. You can feel the corners of your mouth start to tear ever so slightly to accommodate for his girth, tears gather and roll down your hollowed out cheeks as you struggle to breathe through your nose. Gyutaro’s grip on your hair tightens when his hips roll, fucking into your mouth at a slow tempo that’s too much to keep up with. Your trembling hands push against his thighs in a weak act of rebellion but he seems to revel in it with the way he fucks your mouth harder with each light push or dig of your nails.

“Fuuuck… so this is how it feels,” Gyutaro pulls out of your mouth abruptly, causing you to cough and gasp for air.

“You know, I’ve been a bystander for way too long. I’ve seen what people get off to, how lucky they are to live such lives,” he hooks a finger around your bottom lip to pry your mouth open as he spits directly onto your tongue; your face recoils at the taste. “and you, a poor little human who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, too pretty to be eaten right away.”

“Right away?” You replied hesitantly, looking up at him.

“We don’t wanna spoil all the fun we’re having right now, do we?” He laughs, “I haven’t promised you shit!”

You look up at him with a burning scowl, you’re angry with the way he’s been toying at your life for the past hour or so. Hell, you’re not even sure how long you’ve actually been sitting here with gravel and rock stuck to your scraped up knees.

Gyutaro pushes your head lightly, tapping his bellend against the plush of your lips, lightly coating them in a sheen gloss of precum.

“Maybe you should think about being a little more enthusiastic and that’ll make me really change my mind”

“Yeah, like that’ll guarantee anything...” you scoff at his empty promises; your light act of rebellion turns his face sour as he forces his cock back into your mouth, leaving the both of you groaning for different reasons.

His fingers curl into your hair as he forces your head to bob up and down on his cock, saliva gathering at the corners of your mouth and dripping onto the stone pavement. He keeps you flush against his pelvis, your nose buried deep into his pubic hairs as he gives shallow thrusts. With Gyutaro’s cockhead creating a bulging effect, he wraps all five fingers around your throat, lightly squeezing down at the focal point. You start to sputter and cough around him, fingernails digging into his pelvic bone and pushing back for some kind of air intake, but he doesn’t let up, instead responding to your whines that vibrate his shaft with a light scoff and a giggle.

Your brows furrow, corners of your mouth burning red hot from the stretch of his length and you’re losing oxygen fast, making your eyes lightly roll upwards. The way he smiles down at you, mouth slightly agape, it makes your body react in some kind of fucked up manner, confusion mixing with your blurring sight as your mind is reduced to a blanked out state, slumping you backward as he continues to impale your mouth. You don’t break eye contact with him despite dizzying vision threatening to make you pass out; your pseudo-salvation comes in the form of Gyutaro whining out a desperate “fuuuuck” as white hot ropes of cum coat your throat.

He pulls out quickly, making sure to coat your face thoroughly. It tastes sour, feels hot to the touch, and insanely thick by the way it slithers down your face. You don’t feel like stirring his temper by spitting it out so you swallow as much of his load as you possibly can without throwing up, gathering and wiping off the rest from your defiled face. Gyutaro kneels down to your level in lazy attempts to get you cleaned off but you shoo his hand away.

“Come on, let me go or just kill me and get it over with. Don’t you think I’ve done enough already? I won’t tell anyone about this, I have no one to tell about what happened here, especially after you killed everybody in the entire village,” you plead, “nobody would even believe me anyway. You’ve done everything you’ve wanted to me, that’s gotta account for something, right?”

Gyutaro cups your face with his index finger and thumb on either side of your cheek and lightly squeezes, “You’re fighting so hard with me even when I’m the one showing you such kindness. Typical of pretty people like you, always so ungrateful even in the most dire situations,” He mopes sarcastically, “hey, I have an idea! I kinda like the ruined look on your face from just a minute ago, I say we’re gonna bring that back. After all, I wanna make the most out of that cute little body of yours.”

It seems like his refractory time is almost immediate as his cock is already hard again and ready for what he has planned next. Despite his emaciated stature his strength is able to rag doll you to the cold stone pavement before your body can even register what’s happening. Sharp hip bones jab at your legs forcing them to spread open, he looks down at your glistening cunt, a prize he’s so eager to take from you. He spends an uncomfortably long time staring at your bare body, indulging in every possible detail, it sends heat across your face as you struggle to cover yourself. He wants to remember this forever, he wants you to remember this forever. Gyutaro glides his thumb along your folds, grazing against your clit which earns him a light huff in return to his light teasing.

“I’m not really an expert when it comes to women, I’m sure that’s pretty obvious. But I know enough to be able to tell when a bitch is in heat.” He swipes his thumb across his tongue, lapping up the slick he’s gathered from you. He’s not wrong either, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s toying with your life, you might just enjoy how rough he’s been with you. With a steady hand on your hip, the latter guiding his heavy cock to your entrance, your heartbeat picks up a pitter-patter type beat as you brace yourself for impact. You try to calm yourself down to keep a relaxed state, maybe it won’t hurt as much if you did that, maybe it won’t be as bad as it was earlier, at least this time your oxygen won’t be cut off as far as you’re concerned.

The head breaches your entrance, there’s maybe a three to five second buffer before he completely sinks his entire cock into you with no warning. The both of you cry out in sync, tears trickling down your face. You’re too full, too stretched out, the pain is searing hot as your body desperately tries to accommodate to his massive size. You scoot yourself away like a caged animal struggling to rid of its binds but he pulls you halfway into his lap for easier access, fingers digging into each side of your hips, pinning you to the pavement that grinds against your welting back. Gyutaro’s nails draw blood, each thrust burrowing his claws deeper into the plush of your skin. It’s difficult for him to keep his composure with everything stimulating him at once. The sex, the scent of your sweet blood, and your soft voice whining begging him to stop is too much for him to handle. Saliva drips from his mouth and begins to pool at your stomach as it creeps across your body. It quells him into an animalistic state, his tempo doesn’t falter in the slightest, he barely unsheathes himself from you at all.

With the way he grinds into you, pelvis to pelvis, it provides some type of stimulation against your clit, gathering more instinctual whimpers to fall from your lips. The buildup of pressure is there, pooling into a tight coil in your lower abdomen. You opt to distract yourself with the moon above you as your only witness, daring to deny this monster the chance to earn any kind of orgasm from you. There’s no way you’re actually enjoying any of this. Not in this way, you think to yourself.

“Hey!-“ Gyutaro snaps at you, gripping your jaw in place, “fucking look at me! Don’t you dare take your eyes off me or I’ll slaughter you exactly as you are,” You nod frantically, “say it. Say you understand.”

“Yes, I understand.. Gyutaro.”

You keep your word and lock eyes with him no matter how much it hurts to do so, he studies your facial expressions, what makes you wince but most importantly, he takes notice to what forces your body to give into the light trickles of pleasure. He experiments a little, going slower, going harder, but it’s when he rocks himself flush against you that he finds does the trick. The hand that once cradled your neck in place trails softly down your body, lightly dragging his nails along. He shifts his focus downward as his hands meet at your lower abdomen, he’s hesitant at first, lightly running his thumb clumsily against your clit.

“It’s right… here, isn’t it?”

Your face heats up, “Why would I tell—“ you sigh, “-yes. It is.”

A sly smile spreads across his face, “good girl.” He whispers breathlessly. Gyutaro’s ministrations start off slow and uncoordinated, it has your mind buzzing one moment and disrupted a second later; he looks frustrated, completely pathetic, and you feel sorry for him in a way. With a heavy sigh, you take the lead by guiding his thumb to just the right amount of pressure and cadence. The smile returns, mimicking the patterns you set for him to near perfection, you shiver at the attention, tension building up at a steady momentum that feels no longer forced, but strangely needed. Your breath quickens, brows furrow upward as your body starts to tense up at the stimulation.

“K-keep doing that— oh fuck!” You keen, basking in the rolling waves of your first orgasm of the night.

Gyutaro falters for a moment, catching his breath and stilling his movement. You whine at the sudden lack of stimulation as his hands lift your legs up further and further until your knees bump lightly against your chest. You feel so much more full than you did before, his cock reaching deeper inside you, bullying its way right against your g-spot. His moans are drawn out and exaggerated, his hips keep a grueling pace for the both of you as it sends shockwaves straight through your body, building up tension in your lower abdomen and washing over you. Your nails drag down his spine and ghost back up to grip his matted hair. Your whines grow louder and louder, you’re much more attuned to his body, much more accepting than at the start of the night.

“Two spots then, huh? Some people just get all the luck I guess” he teases before his lips crash into yours.

You’re a whimpering mess, moaning into his mouth as he fucks you through your second climax, one that proves to be much more intense than earlier. It leaves you writhing underneath him, your walls pulsing and as he unravels along with you. The spent demon is reluctant to pull out, but rather he spends the next couple of minutes collapsed over your form. It’s not enough to crush you, per se, not that he really could but his bony figure jabs at you with the rise and fall of your breathing combined. You know it’s not something he can help, so you ignore it as best as you can.

Small, delicate pecks are planted on the scabbed over lacerations he caused earlier, a lazy attempt at an apology to the pain and humiliation from earlier. You lightly tug at his head to pull him off your neck. Your fucked out expression meet his sickened love drunk irises as you pull him in for a final kiss. His tongue lathes over yours hungrily, the taste of iron and flesh begrudgingly accustomed to your palette.

“I… I think I love you.” he sighs breathlessly. You’re mortified at your reaction to this whole ordeal. The way you sank into his demands so easily, letting emotions blossom within you despite how much he terrorized you earlier. It’s obvious how painfully lonely he is, maybe you could offer him some comfort. A kind of delirious love. Maybe… you could get used to this.

“I-I think I might just love you too.”

#tw.darkcontent #gyutaro x reader #demon slayer #gyutaro #gyutaro x you #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu gyutaro #tw.creampie #tw.dubcon #tw.smut #tw. noncon

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gnarlycrys · 1 year

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Haha, stinky man.

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hincarudraws · 7 months

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Still working my way through Demon Slayer for the first time and I love Gyutaro and his design so much

#fanart #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #gyutaro #hincaru #kimetsu gyutaro #his design goes hard af

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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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upper!kizuki!Character x gyutaro cw: third person, she/her pronouns used, violence/gore/cannibalism/abuse, sub!Gyutaro, service!top!Gyutaro, nsfw content, oral (f!receiving), vaginal sex, minor size kink if you squint, semi edited wc: 7.1k a/n: istg the two of you say anything....you know what two you are (≖_≖ )

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“O-Oiran Warabihime.” The slow walk back to her safe haven of a room before the sun would rise was impeded when one of the trembling young girls bought by the house stopped her in her tracks. The small thing before her all but shaking in her tabi. Daki looked down her nose at the young thing who seemed like they saw a ghost with the way she trembled, “Oiran- You- You have a visitor in your room already-”

“In my room?” Daki did not care to have her leisure work hours lap over to her work hours and to set her up with a customer right as everyone in the house knew she took her rest. Quickly the beautiful woman snapped in with sudden rage seen by a few too many of the other workers of the establishment. Yanking the ear up of the poor messenger until the skin threatened to tear from the girl’s very skull, “I will not be overworked you insolent ugly little piglet! Who gave anyone in this house permission to overbook me when I-”

“It’s a woman!” Through tears, the little girl struggled to lean up into Daki’s awful grip so as to not lose her ear in the sadistic woman’s inhuman grip. Blood trickled down to her lobe as did the tears running down her cheeks with her babbling, “I’m sorry Oiran Warabihime! I’m so sorry! The master wanted me to tell you-”

“A woman?” Daki released her ear without warning. Her own sense of dread setting in as that could mean all but one thing. And yet she hadn’t been warned. She’d always been warned beforehand. This sewed the tightening seed of anxiousness in her stomach even as the child choked and sniffled at her feet.

Sniffling the little thing wiped her eyes on her kimono but staggered to catch her breath and stop the bleeding to her ear all too quickly blurting out her words, “I-I’m sorry Oiran Warabihime- I know you finished for the night- The master took a large sum of money from this woman- I-I- I didn’t mean to-”

With a wave of her hand Daki silenced the girl, “Be gone.”

“Y-Yes ma’am!” That was all the little girl really needed to get as far away from the cruelness of the house's oiran as she could.

Daki stood at the end of her hall suddenly alone on this level. Her very room down at the end to the left. The top floor. Biggest room. Wonderful view. Nothing short of luxury for the highest earner of all the oiran in the entertainment district. Yet with all the power she held here in this very town. Daki suddenly wished nothing more than to flee. Skin clammy and prickling with ripe goosebumps. She took a deep breath unable to smell the faint familiar smell that would tip her off to her visitor. If she couldn’t smell them, that could only mean one thing.

Plastered on her face was the same welcoming smile of any oiran when meeting a customer. Eyes closed as she stepped into the room thanking her guest for waiting for her. Daki made the mistake of opening her eyes before the door slid shut completely. A startle given to the cruel demon in disguise. For little she feared, the one thing she did was lounging in her room just as she dreaded.

Nearly open kimono. Unwomanly posture with legs spread wide and just the thin bunched up material to cover her loins as the woman before her laid on her side looking up from the jewelry box that had been keeping her attention. Daki’s jewelry. Ransacked like the rest of her room when she took a second to look around. The demon cosplaying as an oiran lost her beautiful composure the second the unannounced visitor looked up from what she’d been doing.

“M-Ma’am!” Daki dropped to her knees. Forehead pressed to the ground. As low as she could bow short of burying her head in the sand. The lowest ranking of the upper six kisuki knew better than to feign anything but true subservience in the presences of Lord Muzan’s one and only second hand. Fearful of what this visit meant Daki couldn’t control the waiver in her voice, “W-What- What is it that brings you here ma’am? Lord Muzan, did he- did he send you?”

The loud click of the wooden box shutting. Eyes filled with nothing short of flesh fueled lust were drawn up from the cute little gifts Daki used to play dress up with. Even without meeting her eyes Daki still squeezed her fists tighter and pressed down obediently into the bow. This brought about a smile on the otherwise silent woman, “....oh Daki....”

Hearing her name drawn out made the lower rank kizuki lift her head. Assuming she was being addressed directly, the false oiran found her breath hitching in her throat when her eyes met the demon’s before her.

“Do you think Muzan controls every waking moment of my life?” The demon across from her asked amused with her choice of words to greet her with. Slowly getting up from her spot on the futon there was the sudden familiar scent of flowers that hit Daki. Had she smelled this scent earlier, she would have known who was visiting her at a time like this. Now there was no backing out. Attention drawn back to the woman before her, “Well, answer me girl.”

“N-No! No ma’am I- I don’t think Lord Muzan-” Daki was silenced in a blink of an eye when the monster before her crossed the room faster than she could see. Hand on her throat with a twisted grin Daki gurgled on her own crushed airway unable to say a word when the woman tightened her grip on her.

“That’s good. That’s a good thing for you to think in that pretty little head of yours,” Refusal to loosen the grip on the demon’s throat, she reached out and touched the caked-on makeup to Daki’s face. Tracing her nails down her cheek before setting the fellow demon on the ground as though it was a grand gesture of goodwill, “I’m not here for you.”

Unable to satiate the cough Daki was clawing at her throat with the residue of her crushed windpipe reformed in the seconds after she was freed, “A-Ack! I- Of course not- I’m sorry please forgive me-”

Flinching when she raised her hand again. Daki was all but head shy when the woman’s touch was delicate this time. Warm palm cupping her cheek firmer than before. Daki was almost lulled into a moment of peace looking on at Muzan’s strongest creation as well as the reason she was where she was now. But in that blink of serenity it was followed with grueling pain when Daki was forced into a headlock. One hand knotted in her black hair and the other gripping her shoulders. Daki cried out but she spoke over her.

“Where’s my dear Gyutaro? Are you going to get him?” She forced a strain on Daki’s neck with the threat of tearing her head clean off her shoulders, “Do I need to get him for myself you wretched little host?”

“No! No no no!” Daki bubbled up with tears in her eyes. Shaking her head feverishly even though she was at the demon’s complete mercy, “I- Gyutaro! Gyutaro will come out! Please- Please don’t rip my head off- Please I-”

Mistaken by the fact her pleas meant anything. The heavily muffled crack of Daki’s spine before it was followed by the wet tearing noise of her muscles and skin being torn from their home. Daki’s head was twisted off like the mere stem of an apple in the woman’s hand. Absolutely no effort when she ripped Daki’s head clean from her bloodied stump of a neck. Too startled to continue her sobs. Daki blinked, releasing she was looking at her body moments before it dropped to its knees with a heavy thud.

“M-My body-” Daki sniffled more like she’d dropped a sweet treat on the ground than had her head severed clean from her body.

Yawning rudely she tossed Daki’s head down in her own lap. Bloodied stump of her neck weeping blood from where her body remained headless and still. Just to scramble and drool blood and spinal fluid onto the wooden ground when Daki’s body hurried to catch her own head. Cradling it gently in her own lap when the severed head looked up at the higher ranking demon above her with a tremble to her lip.

“He better come out soon less your arms look just as wonderful to twist off one at a time.” The tone of her voice returned to utterly flat and unamused seeing Daki still just sitting there holding her own head.

Before Daki could even open her own mouth. The section of neck where her head should have been connected began to bubble. Flesh expanding and turning black. Shades of green and something likened to an appendage erratically forming from Daki’s severed neck. Dropping her own head as the beheaded body was forced down as something similar to sludge emerged from her neck. Forming into limbs before it hit the floor. Birthed from her headless body came the gangled form of the real reason Daki had found her room ransacked.

“Oh dear....” Voice creaky and shaky as his limbs when he reached over to pick up Daki’s head, Gyutaro wiped at his little sister’s face while holding her head in his bony and gnarled hands, “Look what you’ve done. Gone and lost your head again...”

“B-Big Brother-” Daki’s teeth chittered together when she sniffled and motioned with her eyes to look at the visitor.

“Huh?” Craning his creaky body over in Daki’s direction Gyutaro’s yellow eyes lit up seeing the demon who’d severed his little sister’s head in the first place.

“There he is-” Forcing Gyutaro to put his sister’s head back in her own lap. Gyutaro stood motionless as the woman grabbed his scabbed over face. Touch unlike what she’d laid on Daki. This was tender and the closest thing to loving he’d ever known in both human and demon life. So even with his sister’s blood on his hands Gyutaro couldn’t help but immediately sink his decrepit body into the touch of Muzan’s second hand, “My beautiful boy. When will you come with me? Instead of being cramped in that wretched little body.”

Though the huff from Daki drew part of his attention away. Gyutaro couldn’t focus correctly with the gentle strokes of her thumbs rubbing over his picked and bumpy cheeks like they were baby bottom smooth. He knew he was too ugly to look at and yet for the past hundred and twenty some years the demon holding his face looked at him with nothing short of admiration and desire. It was greedy to want but Gyutaro could only want more.

“My little sister...” was his meager attempt and shifting the attention.

“Oh.” The woman said flatly. Still with Gyutaro’s face in her hands she looked past the green haired demon for a second to see Daki putting her head back on her neck as the wound sowed itself up, “That’s right.”

Daki, though fuming, still bent her head down when her head was back on fully, “Ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“Yes yes yes.” She waved Daki’s words off while stroking and petting Gyutaro like he was an enormous malnourished mutt, “I just simply couldn’t wait anymore to see my handsome boy.”

Though Gyutaro hated every one of those words from your mouth. When you said it they felt true even if he knew better when you left again.

“Daki.” She didn’t even look at her when pushing Gyutaro’s hair off his scab riddled forehead.

“Y-Yes ma’am!”

“I’m hungry.” She said so frankly and stroked her touchdown Gyutaro’s face, “Go fetch me a few of those human’s you store.”

A look of discomfort crossed Daki’s face, “I- ma’am I can’t bring too many up here without being discovered if you would just come-”

“I said I was hungry.” The immense pressure came crashing down on Daki when the demon holding her brother shot her glare across the room. It was like the air was sucked from her lungs. Leaving her unable to breath properly even if she gasped like a fish out of water. Still the demon holding Gyutaro kept her gaze on her until releasing a gasping Daki and softening her look when looking down at Gyutaro pressed to her bosom, “Bring me a few humans. As well as bring some for your brother. A good little sister should be taking much better care of big strong brother’s like this one.”

Gnashing her fangs down on her lips Daki nodded without a word. She was the pride of the entertainment district. She was the most beautiful thing to walk these streets. It should be her in that lap. While Gyutaro looked all but uncomfortable in such a position. Daki didn’t wish to lose her head again in one night. Accepting what she was told to do and straightening herself up before stepping outside the room.

“Good. And-” The demon smiled as she twirled a finger in Gyutaro’s hair and refused to look up anywhere else but down on the monster’s face cradled to her breast, “-feel free to take your time. I want only the best of what you have.”

Gritting her teeth until they threatened to crack in her own skull, Daki couldn’t form a polite word for her superior. Only bowing and sliding the screen shut behind her as Gyutaro was left with Muzan’s second hand.

“My sister-” Gyutaro waivered like he’d drug his thoughts out of a fog as soon as Daki was away from him, “You must forgive her- She’s-”

“ ‘-not got much going on in that skull of hers’, yes yes yes,” The higher ranking demon cooed with Gyutaro’s head still cradled into her bare bosom as she forced him to hunch over more than he already was. Fingers raking through his clumps of curly hair. Scraping his scalp here and there with more or less intensity when her razor sharp nails threatened to tear away the hide on his bony physique, “I’ve heard it all before. For the past hundred and twenty six years in fact- Sometimes little brats just need some tough love to reach their potential.” She stopped with her fingertips just barely at the edge of his hairline. Without warning she ripped his face up from the plush warmth of her exposed chest. Causing him to wince with those watery yellow eyes only for a moment. Reverting from her brutish move to cupping his scabbed over face between both silky hands. In fact even squishing his cheeks together as hard as she could without fracturing a fellow demon's skull. All so she could look on at Gyutaro with a look somewhere stuck between love and hunger as his pointed teeth peaked past his smooshed together lips and a bit of drool incidentally dribbled down his chin. The streak of saliva made her smile all that much more, “Just like I want you to reach your full potential Gyutaro. Remember, I let you keep your little brat of a sister. I could have let you both writhe and rot with Doma’s blood in you. But did I?”

Gyutaro looked up through drooping lids at the face he’d seen above him more times than not in his dreams as well as his own horrid reality. For every misfortune that had been thrusted up on him since birth. From his fragile disgusting human body to the writhing, starving and rotting demon he was now. He couldn’t help but bask in the sliver of fortune she gave him. Greedy for it even if it meant momentarily forgetting about his beloved little sister. After all, he was a good big brother who always protected his sister. The demon’s kindness before him was simply the reward he deserved after all the hell on earth.

“No you didn’t...” Gyutaro agreed but more like confessed with those eyes of his fluttered shut. Nabbing him back close to her breast as those fingers no longer made their way through his hair. Instead Gyutaro remained utterly still as the scrape of her nails came closer and closer to the inky blotches spreading over the bridge of his nose.

Birthmarks, illness, scars, scabs, who was to tell what the raised blackened skin was or had even been on the objectively hideous thing. And still as off putting as those were, she stopped her fleeting touch above those marks. Gyutaro would not open his eyes. Aware of what she would do as the game of tug of rope over the love and hunger in her eyes teetered only slightly over to hunger more.

Those nails that once raked his scalp tenderly now dug themselves into his cheek. Piercing the skin until she hit bone. Gyutaro utterly silent save for the jolt to his body as the hack-ish job of ripping a chunk of his cheek out with the most black spots was performed with no warning at all. Twisting and yanking until the flesh gave way from the bone it was connected to. A cookie cut from the ugliest dough the small fistful of his flesh was released from his body when the last bloody string of muscle fibers snapped. Gyutaro opened his eyes to see her holding said piece of his body above him. Already the wound knitting itself back together under the moonlight.

Sinking such pearly white fangs into the hunk of skin torn from his very body. She let the demon blood dribble down her chin as though the snack was but the ripest citrus. Gyutaro in a trance with each unhinged jaw dropping bite taken from the chunk in her grasp. Gnashing her teeth regardless of the blemishes or perceived awful taste of his flesh. An odd sense of enthralled joy washed over him staring at one of the strongest demons known to all devouring his very flesh like a beautiful treat.

“More-” She managed between the licks of her tongue between her bloodied fingers, “You just taste so good-” Her voice sung like a child hyped up on sugar for the first time. Gyutaro obliged. Tilting his head to the side exposing the rampant black scabs down his neck. The rest of him utterly limp when she reached a sticky bloody hand to the back of his head, to hold him still of course, and ran the other up his broad chest with her nose pressed to the crook of his neck. Gyutaro staring up at the room’s ceiling feeling calm and relaxed like none other. With urgency she pressed her nose into the crook of his neck and pulled him as tight to her body as she could. Lips dancing against his skin just as she drug her tongue along the picked at scabs on his neck and felt the clumps of flesh follow her hungry tongue, “Gyutaro-”

His name snapped him from his trance like lull but his body remained limp in her arms, “Huh?”

Worrying one of the spots of his deformed skin with her tongue until a flake of scab came off into her watering mouth. The demon shuddered with excitement and swallowed what she was able to peel off his skin while keeping the larger demon still with a bone crushing grip on him, “Won’t you come be mine. After your stupid little sister makes Lord Muzan happy? Won’t you be all mine?”

Lord Muzan....he had visited Daki not too long ago. Gyutaro stared up at the shadows dancing across the ceiling as he recalled the all powerful leader fawning over his sister’s accomplishments. Telling her where her spot among the upper six was only meant to grow. Once she secured a place well, it was as good as finding a wealthy man after all in his eyes. Gyutaro shuddered when he felt the trickle of his own blood down his collar bone. Followed shortly by her tongue running up his sickly flesh to catch it all in her mouth. Without fail consuming more and more of his disgusting body each passing second. While Gyutaro only wanted Daki to be safe and successful in any life they found themselves in, he wanted nothing more than to feel the greed of want by the demon holding him right now, day in and day out. The beast that tore at his flesh and devoured him like the most well prepared sweet. This was all he wanted for himself.

“Of course-” Gyutaro managed in a groggy whiny tone. Leaning more into her as her teeth sank into him for another full bite like the one from his cheek. He’d wince and tighten a little bit. But only for a second when the mouthful of flesh was torn from his body. Once severed Gyutaro’s body would proceed to heal with haste and fill him with pleasurable glee hearing her smack her bloodied lips with a piece of him and him alone in her mouth, “I want- To be apart of you-”

A simple fleeting laugh that was only made worse by the bloodied teeth in her grin. The demon that held domain over him was slowly getting her fill of one of her hungers. The other soon to be fulfilled too as the pandering to Gyutaro’s pitiful wants and needs was exactly what the both of them enjoyed hearing. She licked her lips from the disgusting meal of his body. With the hand that wasn’t entangled in his hair slipped further down his chest. From the broad tense muscle that only grew on his upper body. She touched further down to the sunken in bulge of what could only constitute his desolate belly. Empty and malnourished just like the day she taught him and his weak little sister how to acquire food from the very humans that wronged them as humans. That touch caressed over the crests of his sickly hip bones. Leathery skin all that clung to the demon’s skeleton and yet drove her to touch down further until the obvious bulge in his loose fitting blue pants.

“And you know how you can be a part of me right now, don’t you Gyutaro?” She hummed softly in his ear. Fingers curling around the clothed shape of his cock. An immediate throb in reaction to her touch through his pants. Gyutaro’s distended empty stomach sunk in when he inhaled sharply. First fleeting forms of pleasure washing over his body after so long of not feeling any.

“Yes- Yes I do-” Gyutaro’s voice cracked just as he leaned into her touch. Raspy breathing increased just as the touch between his legs changed.

What was just a brush of her palm against his cock turned into stroking him eagerly through the fabric. Room too dark to see the growing wet stain of precum on the dingy blue pants. The scent was still there as she remained in control of his senses. Gyutaro whimpered and rutted his hips up against her touch for more friction. Making the demon click her tongue and playfully shake her head.

“What a beautiful man. A handsome man.” She released the back of his head. Stroking him through his slacks as her free hand moved to cup his cheek. Gyutaro was already panting like mutt overdue for a breeding from the simple gesture of her hand on him. When she drew her thumb over his bumpy cheek the demon was able to momentarily rid his forsaken body of the blemishes he whined so loudly about. In the wake of her touch there would be clear skin. As smooth as a baby’s bottom. One Gyutaro could only dream of having. But as quickly as she transformed his homely body, the magic would disappear. Rippling and turning back to the scarred and picked at mess that was his normal skin. Rotten and disgusting to all that looked at him. He really was considered nothing short of the ugliest thing. And yet she licked her lips and leaned into him so her whispering words were fleeting against his peeling lips, “I like you just the way you are Gyutaro. Ugly and all. So won’t you fill my hunger? A hunger...only you can fix.”

He shuddered to think for a moment he was beautiful. That his skin was raked clean of all the curses of ugliness. How he wanted nothing more than to be infused with her power so he could always be beautiful. But in the rippling effects when his flesh withered and returned to its normal state. Gyutaro felt an immediate rush to the words she spoke. They could be fake. They could be lying. In the moment he could not tell and only wished to hear more of the praise she had to give him.

“Yes. A million times yes-” Gyutaro pushed his frame into her. Taking to her neck like a greedy mutt sniffing things out. His scabs and scrapes raked across the delicate skin of her neck as Gyutaro hungrily kissed and licked the porcelain perfect skin. Salivating at the feeling of her flesh under his tongue. Never ready to bite. Drooling over her as he peppered every inch of the demon in lavish kisses until his attention caused her kimono to drop completely from her lax shoulders.

With disgusting hands cupping her breasts Gyutaro flicked his thumbs over her puffy nipples. And without missing a beat latched his toothy maw onto them. Washing her over entirely with his tongue. Wet nasty streak marks of his spit trailing from her nipple to the rest of her breast as Gyutaro hungrily and hastily put his tongue on every inch of her that he could. Much like his reflexes, his actions were made quick as well.

One moment he was swirling his tongue over the hardest part of her nipples. The next he was dragging his tongue down her belly button until he hit hair. Saliva seeped from the corners of his mouth as the intoxicating taste of skin filled his senses and she was all he could see. Gyutaro stared down at the spread open kimono no longer hiding an inch of the demon before him. Breasts spilling to the side as she laid on her back with a grin. Legs apart with the invitation of her pubic hair to bury his nose in any time he liked. Gyutaro at moments like these never felt such a conflicting series of calmness and nerves as he did when she visited. Making him wish once again that he could be a part of her and forget about everything else in his miserable little life.

Just as hungry as she was when devouring that bit of his cheek. Gyutaro returned the favor with staunch starvation. Mouth fully engulfing the demon’s cunt. Lips spread only by his tongue as he drugged it up her slit. Finding the right flavor when her juices washed over his tongue and Gyutaro’s nose was tickled by the mound of hair above it all. Those same sad drooping eyes quickly looked up at her just as she reached down to lace her fingers through his hair.

“My handsome Gyutaro.” She cooed without missing a beat. Eyes on him and only him. Just ensuring that his tongue worked effortlessly over her clit. Framed perfectly between her thighs Gyutaro clawed meagerly at her thighs with the lightest scratch marks when he pressed his nose harder against her naval like he couldn’t get enough of it. Wanting her juices to pour into his mouth each time his tongue slipped down towards her slimy entrance. The potent flavor of her juices all but the strongest when he would lap them up from the main source.

Like most of the things in his mind though, Gyutaro grew fixated on one thing and one thing alone. This time her clit. No longer dipping his tongue down erratically when he felt like it to lap at her entrance in the throws of his feast. The demon could not take his tongue away from the throb of her clit against the tip of his attentive tongue. Paired with the erotic fulfillment of her moans above him spewing nothing short of angelic praise for him and him alone. There were no words to his muffled hungry moans against her cunt but in his mind that was musical praise he so longed to hear as his thoughts raced to her and her alone. Leaving him hungry for more of it even as he gorged. And like a starved glutton he got just that. Tongue washed over with a burst of new juices when her peak was reached. Gyutaro rutted his face into her cunt best he could with the death grip on his hair holding him in place. Screams of pure pleasure ripped from her agape mouth. Certainly loud enough so the entire establishment could hear. And yet as her orgasm hit its peak and she breathlessly screams about how good he was doing, Gyutaro couldn’t care in the very moment if they were found out by mere humans. For he’d slaughter the entire house if his rightfully deserved praise was to ever be interrupted like this.

“Ah~” Like a freshly open drink the demon above him released his hair with a soft content sigh. Changing the death grip back to the soft carding of her fingers through his clumpy hair and the careful stroke of his face. Gyutaro lifted his face from between her legs, encouraged by her tender touch. Grinning like an ugly fool up at her even if anything from his nose down was smeared in glistening juices. She reached down and wiped her own juices from the rough skin of his cheek. Gyutaro’s meager moan of approval when he leaned into her touch just to follow the simple gesture. He was so awfully cute this drunk on a thing as simple as praise. She pressed her wet digits to his lips. Scraping past Gyutaro’s pointed teeth to allow his tongue to lick them clean of the excess scraped from his cheek, “Big handsome man, you always make me feel so good.”

Mouthful of her fingers Gyutaro could only nod eagerly at her words. Eyes popping open though the nursing on her fingers didn’t cease. Gyutaro followed them as she drew her hand up. Causing the demon to crawl over on top of her. His shoulders blocking out the sight of the ceiling above but his cute little malnourished hips coming to rest against her core. Still throbbing from the attention she received, it would not end here.

Reaching down and hooking her fingers under Gyutaro’s rib cage, she drug him up further. Far enough now that he loomed over her. Hair falling around his ghastly features and with his still clothed cock now correctly pressing to her bare cunt. Just when she curled her fingers a little deeper into his diaphragm Gyutaro moaned around her fingers.

“Such a masochist and for what...” She relieved his mouth of the fingers diving down his throat only after she was certain they were clean to her liking. Popping them from his mouth Gyutaro’s drool seeped out from the corners of his mouth leaving him with a dumb and dazed expression lost in his own inability to think farther than getting the next tidbit of attention. Cooing almost cruelly at his stupid expression, she linked her legs around his nonexistent waist and yanked the lower half of his skeleton against her core, “You feel that?”

“Yeah-” Gyutaro croaked from the surge of pleasure of his cock being mashed between his own frame and the lushness of her core.

“You want that don’t you?”

“Y-Yes-”

“Big strong boy. Beautiful boy...you’d do anything in the world for it, wouldn’t you?” Each word making the grin on her lips curl more and more with devilish delight for his neediness.

Quickly Gyutaro nodded, unable to keep his hips from rutting against her core. A demon was nothing but carnal desires for the things humans tried to repress. He was no different as the temptation of burying his cock within her velvety walls grew each passing second.

Leaning up into him, arms linking behind his shoulders to bring him down as well. The demon sunk her teeth into his cheek. Not about to tear another chunk from him but holding him within her mouth as the blood seeped down her tongue and back of her throat. Holding it long enough that Gyutaro mewled with a painful moan. Either from the bite refusing to regenerate or perhaps the cock straining against his ratty blue pants. Whatever it was made the cutest noise as she giggled holding him down to her as he teeth sunk deeper into his cheek. Just deep enough until they hit bone. Only then did she let up and released him. Gyutaro’s blood dripped down on her cheeks as she smiled up at him. Slowly stitching up the skin of the bite mark even now that a couple of drops stained her skin under him.

“Come now,” She drew her fingertips along his jawline and savored the way he went weak just for a simple touch, “Won’t you have fun with me tonight?”

The frenzy that ensued was in a whirlwind of desperate kisses. Gyutaro sucked at her bottom lip just as she giggled and didn’t give him the satisfaction of a full kiss. All while working with no effort to slip his pants down his crested hips just to arrange him at her entrance. The heat of her silky insides doing nothing short of inviting him to plunge every inch he had into her. Gyutaro sunk himself down to the hilt in her warm, twitching cunt walls. Croaking and choking on his moans with his head tipped back as the demon under him lunged up just to sink her teeth back into him. This time his throat with no remorse. The vibrations of Gyutaro’s moans against her teeth as she chomped down harder on his throat when he rutted his already deep cock that much further into her. No regret when he bottomed out with his tip kissing her cervix with leaking precum.

Room emanated with growls as the passion continued. Anyone with the misfortune of standing outside the screen door best do the right thing and wait it out instead of interrupting them.

Gyutaro, panting, snapped his hips into her. Walls squeezing his cock for all it’s worth before plunging back inside her with reckless thrusts. His blood poured from his neck and each time she let go of his flesh the wound would heal just for her to sink them back into him. Drinking up the blood spilling across her tongue just as much as the thrusts he was forcing her entire body to jiggle with.

“That’s it! Don’t stop!” Voice drowned out by the majority of skin slapping against one another. Or the purely sopping noise of Gyutaro driving his cock back into her soaked core. Neither stopped to care what might be heard. Instead she tipped her head back and drew his face into the very crook of her neck that she repeatedly bit on him. Gyutaro pathetic panting hot and sticky against her skin as she laid under him with legs linked tight around his hips so he couldn’t pull out too far, “Oh you’re so big- So big and strong- Mmmhm my Gyutaro!”

“Yours yours yours yours-” Gyutaro’s slack jaw muttering his chant in time with his hips. Consumed by the feeling of his cock being milked by her ever tightening walls. As well as the delicate touch that felt like it was consuming more and more of him each passing second. The arms around his shoulders. The legs linked around his malnourished hips.

Suddenly no one but the demon under him mattered. Not even his poor little sister was forced to sit outside the room subjected to the sound of it all.

Consumed by the demonic pleasure Gyutaro didn’t even realize what he was doing before his jaw unhinged for him to lurch forward and sink his fangs into her flesh. Tasting the sweetness of blood burst into his mouth like a sudden sunrise. Gyutaro felt almost faint just as her walls tightened around his cock in the meantime. Dragging his length out of her with the flutter of an orgasm forcing her to clutch onto his lopsided body. Gyutaro doubled down on his bite and his thrusts. Growling with a mouthful of her blood as she tore her nails down his back leaving blood in their wake. Screaming louder than before with wild abandonment with a blessing of another orgasm on his veiny cock. Gyutaro was short to follow after such a show from his visitor. His ugly little face contorting in pleasure just as his body trembled above her. Absolutely taking more of a bite out of her as he snarled like a beast weak for that very moment. Gyutaro sucked in the gush of blood over his teeth and tongue just as his cock twitched within the depths of her walls.

Cum spilling against her cervix. Only to be driven harder into her with a rutting motion of the demon above her milking himself drunkenly. Gyutaro dragged his cock through his own cum as he pushed it back within her. Soiling her already perfect cunt with a load that overflowed around his base and leaked down the both of them. It wasn’t until Gyutaro was left trembling above her did the demon release his jaws on her shoulder. One big sigh from his frame and he fell limp on top of her. Utterly useless save for the kitten licks he was mindlessly giving her shoulder even after the wound had healed.

Silence fell on both of them as Gyutaro lounged his body on top of her. Savoring the post orgasmic bliss with the wonderful feeling of her fingers scraping through his hair all over again. After all that and he couldn't even open his eyes the second the screen door slid open after a few seconds.

“I-” Daki sat before the door with her hands in her lap and eyes directed down making sure to not look in at what hedonistic fun had just been had in her absence, “I have what you asked for ma’am I-”

“What? Oh, right,” The demonic mistress that had just taken her brother from her looked up with Gyutaro tucked under her chin and his cum dripping out of her all for the weaker younger sibling to see, “I’m not hungry. Leave them.”

Daki panicked knowing leaving a human body would get her caught, “Ma’am please I-”

“I said leave them.” She shot a deadly look across the room at Daki. It forced the kizuki to seize up under the woman’s immense power. Her body trembled as the lingering glare was enough to make a trickle of blood begin to seep from the corners of Daki’s otherwise flawless mouth, “I said leave it. Or would you like to be on the menu as well?” She doubled down on the pressure applied to the woman across the room. Daki couldn’t even cough up the blood flooding her lungs as her superior took out a blind rage on her.

“B-Brother-” Daki managed to squeak out as she looked up for help from the listless figure of her brother in the woman’s grasp. Where he laid utterly relaxed as his little sister of all people was being shredded from the inside out right in front of him.

“Hmm?” The demonic woman slowly carded her fingers through Gyutaro’s hair. Looking from him up at Daki now clearly fighting back the tears as only blood dripped from her sealed mouth, “Oh Daki dear, he’s very busy.” She grinned as she drew her delicate touch through his hair and stirred a mindless moan from Gyutaro’s body against her own, “You have the rest of this rancid human fuckhole feeding out of your hand, so stop being such a snot nosed little brat and let your big brother have some fun with someone who loves him.”

Her words burned as much as the hold she held over her body. Tears welled up in the corners of Daki’s eyes moments before she doubled over coughing. Blood splattering on the floor and into her lap. Daki tried to clasp her hands over her mouth but failed. Just throwing up blood into her palms as she’d been released from the death grip on her. It took a moment for her to stop coughing but the tears wouldn’t stop. Through blurry eyes she looked over at Gyutaro getting his face peppered in kisses against his nasty unkempt skin. It filled the younger kizuki with so many emotions but the only one that bubbled up above the rest was anger.

Before she could act on it though Muzan’s second hand stopped her dead in her tracks. Once more seized in the simple glare of such a powerful demon. Daki was stupid but she still understood this woman could rip her to shreds and worse of all take her big brother from her in the blink of an eye. So as her anger boiled over Daki submitted. Lowering her head until she was released again. Coughing her blood onto the floor as she bowed down with her head down low so she could no longer see the disgusting nature of her brother entangled with the demon.

“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry ma’am.” Daki pressed her forehead to the ground, stewing in her own emotions.

“I swear. I don’t know what Muzan sees in you fools,” Her voice was not soft as it was with Gyutaro. Still Daki wouldn’t raise her head. Staying submitted to the stronger demon as it was meant to be. Smiling to herself as the stench of Daki’s drying blood on the floor boards excited her. As well as Gyutaro stirring from his momentary daze. She knew there was much more fun to be had before things would drag her away from her favorite demon. For now though the beast salivating for more of the ugliest demon known to humans would indulge in the two residents of the entertainment district. After all this was where one would go to have all the fun in the world. The perfect place for a demon to take everything they wanted and then a little more.

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gyusimp · 1 year

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°•Making each other laugh Headcanons•°

💛 Requested by: @my-lingering-soul and @wildfire317s-oc-box

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Consciously or not, Gyutaro will make you laugh a lot.

He says a LOT of swearwords so the ease with which he says it even if he's angry makes you laugh.

Gyutaro's humor is very VERY dark, irreverent and shameless so what he thinks he just says.

You've gotten used to his teasing so sometimes you play along with him and you two end up talking a bunch of stupid things.

You two are very critical and if there is any gossip one tells the other so you have material to make fun of someone you don't like.

You also make Gyutaro laugh but you do it more with your actions than with your words.

Gyutaro takes every opportunity he gets to taunt you.

He will laugh if you fall or trip, hit by something or get scolded, even if you go through a very embarrassing situation.

He loves telling you what a ridiculous and pathetic little human you are, seeing your weakness in little things like that makes his stomach hurt and he cries with laughter.

You know he's like that, so you just get a little annoyed but not enough to get really angry with him.

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x y/n #kimetsu gyutaro #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

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dinosukek · 8 months

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Kiss kiss 💕

#gyutaro #demon slayer art #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #fanart #art #kimetsu no yaiba art #illustration #daki #kaigaku #uzui tengen #uzui #kimetsu gyutaro #kny gyutaro

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zodiacs-web · 2 years

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Hey! ☺️ idk if you already planned on it, but my request would be a continuation, if you would like it, of the story about the restaurant owner and gyutaro! I think it’s a lovely idea. Maybe to wrap up things? I’ll leave it up to you! Xx

Hunger Pt. 2

𖥔 Gyutaro x F!Reader 𖥔 Synopsis: Gyuutaro falls for restaurant owner

𖥔 What's in the web: Fluff,

𖥔 A/n: My bad if it took too long, I was occupied with school.

𖥔 Part 1

Laying on the futon and attempting to sleep was such a struggle, all you could think about was the demon. You didn't even know anything about him, and you were already wishing to see him. For what purpose? You were debating many reasons.

There was just a sense of wanting to speak to him, like you want to know the answer so desperately, be it wrong or not. And it was wrong, but you were falling for it. All you wanted was for him to answer you, but now that you're standing behind your restaurant waiting says it all.

That word that drove you wild was actually your reason for being out here so late in the night. Beautiful. That one word that drove you up that wall, a word you rarely received in your life, and it was killing you slowly. And yet, there was this feeling, like butterflies in your stomach erupting from their cocoons at the mere thought of him.

You needed this closure, this connection to confirm your everlasting feeling. A disgruntled sigh left your lips as you looked up at the moon.

It felt late, too late and you didn't want to be out here anymore. It's fine though, not like anyone is going to hurt you, right? You pursed your lips and your head lowered; your eyes now glued onto your feet. Your sandals, the only thing you kept after selling everything to make this happen, still fit you after a few years.

Momentarily closing your eyes, you sighed once more feeling a sense of dread. Maybe he's not coming and it's getting cold, so you didn't want to stay out here for too long. You opened your eyes to see another pair of feet right in front of yours, the grey feet shuffling. Your head quickly looking up to see the man before you, involuntarily, smiling at him.

His face scrunched up in delight at the expression you made, smile as bright as diamonds, eyes glowing like the moon and your beauty radiating as ever. He felt nervous now that he realized the position he was in. Like before, his hands were right above your head looking down at you as he was drowning in your expressions.

And there he was, confirming your feelings.

"I-"

"I'm so happy to see you again!" You interrupted.

"Eh?!"

"Honestly, I've been waiting for you for such a long time." You squealed, "I was worried you wouldn't come.

"I... I want to speak to you!" He yelled a little groan of embarrassment leaving him.

Your eyes widened and your lips were still curved into a smile. Oh, he likes that expression too. He's feeding off of those and he can't help but be hungry for more. He finally came to terms with it after watching you from his sister's room, his face growing smiles as he watched yours bloom.

"I wanted to talk with you as well..." You stepped closer to him, "It feels wrong but maybe we can go somewhere."

His hands left the wall and over to your shoulders, you didn't jump, and you didn't have that scared expression on you like before. He loved this one you had right now. Eyes half-lidded with a smile that can power a city.

"I also... want to be with you." He quickly muttered the last part, hoping you wouldn't hear it.

"Be with me?" You giggled as he looked away in embarrassment. "I don't even know your name."

He stopped thinking for a second. That was true, he didn't give you his name. Well at that moment wasn't the perfect time but it can be ignored.

"My name is Gyutaro." He responded, "And yours?"

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I hope we can get along."

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hi :) i was reading your Gyutaro headcanons and that was sooo cute so can i make a request? 👉👈 i would like a fem reader x Gyutaro (modern au) where they are a couple and its time to... you know 🔥❤ reader kisses Gyu with so much love but when its time to take off the clothes Gyutaro is so insecure about his body and his appearence and he dont want to she looks his body but she really dont care cause Gyutaro its ✨perfect✨ and she makes feel Gyu much comfortable. Can you please add some fluff nsfw? Thank you so much!

Hi 👀 I have been waiting for a Gyutaro nsfw ask 👀

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Content: Gyutaro x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI. Do not interact if not 18+.

Notes: LMAO I was seriously about to write my own nsfw Gyutaro, but then I saw this ask

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Gyutaro's back was flat on the bed, your lips connected to his in a kiss. You straddled his lap, hands on his cheeks as your tongue danced around his own.

Pulling back a little bit, Gyutaro panted under you, a strand of saliva still connecting your tongues together. His hair was splayed around his head, eyes half-lidded after the makeout session.

He looked so helpless under you.

"Gyu?" You spoke softly, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Can I...go lower?"

"L-lower? Sure...g-go as low as you want..." Gyutaro mumbled, huffing.

Kissing his cheek again, you trailed down to his neck. Kissing on one side, then moving to the other. Gyutaro's hands flew up to your hair, letting out a soft sigh.

"(Y/n)..."

"Hm? That feel good?" You spoke in a sultry tone.

"M-more..."

Gyutaro pressed your body flush against his. You let out a low chuckle before nibbling on his neck. Loving the attention, Gyutaro gently stroked your back, hoping to encourage you. Reaching your own hands up to his hair, you gently moved his head so you can gain more access to his neck.

Leaving a harder bite in the side of his neck, Gyutaro let out a low moan, his grip on your hair tightening. He wanted more...more...

Desperately, he ground his clothed cock into your leg, desperate for friction. Any kind of shame left his mind as he did so, not noticing how you stopped.

"Gyu...so desperate for me, huh?" You contiued to speak softly.

He blushed. "D-don't say it so casually like that...!"

"I'm sorry, my love." You kissed him gently this time. "Is there anything you'd like me to do?"

"...T-take care of it...please..." Gyutaro asked.

"Really? Are you ready?"

"Yes. Yes, please." Gyutaro nods.

"Okay. If you change your mind, tell me to stop and I will." You give him a smile and another kiss before reaching down to the top of his sweatpants.

Suddenly, just before you could pull them down anymore, Gyutaro suddenly gripped your wrist. You immediately stopped and looked up.

"W-wait...what if...what if you don't like it...?" Gyutaro's face was flushed, and his eyes now held shame and sorrow.

"Taro..." You frowned before letting go of his pants and leaning up to kiss him again. "You know I love every inch of you, right? I'm not going to judge what's in your pants, but if you don't want me to, I won't."

You then gave him a reassuring smile, even taking your lower half off of him and instead laying on your side over him. If it meant he was comfortable, you'd hold out a little longer.

"R...really?" Gyutaro asked. "Even if I'm...small?"

"Yes, Gyu." You smiled, caressing his cheek.

He swallowed his spit, thinking for a moment. After said moment, he kissed you and gave you a nod. "O-okay, you can take my pants off..."

You nodded, slowly pulling his sweatpants and boxers down, stopping at his ankles. He wasn't small at all - just over average, possibly around six inches long, four or five thick...this was going to need prep if Gyutaro wanted to go any further. Gyutaro looked away in shame at your staring.

"Gyu, can I touch it?" You asked, still wanting to keep within his boundaries.

He snapped his head back to you. "S-sure...you're not um...disgusted?"

"No, Taro." You smiled before grabbing his cock gently.

He squirmed under the soft touch. He watched and felt you spit on it before stroking your hand up and down. He let out a huff that turned into a moan, gripping the sheets as the pleasure rose steadily.

"Y-you can go, um, faster. You can grip ha-harder, too..." Gyutaro panted and moaned.

"Really? Okay, if you want to stop, tell me." You didn't give him time to respond before gripping a little harder and moving your hand faster along his length.

Gyutaro moaned louder, fingers tangling in the sheets and thighs clenching with the pleasure. He looked so pretty underneath you, a squirming and moaning mess. Gyutaro was having this response because of you. Giving a sultry chuckle, you lowered your face to give his tip a kiss.

He jolted at the sudden contact. You moved your head away from his length, in case he didn't like it.

"Ngh...c'mon...keep going..." Gyutaro bucked his hips up to your face.

You let out another chuckle before obliging, kissing his tip then engulfing it into your mouth. Gyutaro let out a high pitched moan, not used to all the attention between his legs. He bucks his hips again, accidentally shoving more of himself down your throat.

Choking a little, you pulled back slightly before Guytaro grabbed your hair to bring you back down. He moaned, keeping your head down as he thrusted a little bit. Moaning out your name, he pushed you off of his cock.

"Can I go in?" Gyutaro looks up at you, as if begging. "It's fine if n-not."

"Lets just prepare a little, yeah? Do you have a codom?"

"Yeah...yeah in the drawer. Just in case..." Gyutaro looked away, embarrassed.

You giggled and nodded, taking your bottoms off and guiding his fingers to your pussy, slowly sinking one in. He gently moved his finger in and out of it, before going faster. You moaned, making Gyutaro grin and moan lowly along with you.

Gyutaro sped up his one finger, then experimentally put in another. You moan more at the stretch, gripping his wrist.

"Faster, Gyu."

Gyutaro obeyed, moving his fingers faster inside of you. After some time, you pushed his hand away, and he pulled his fingers out of you.

"Get the condom, Taro."

He obeyed once again, leaning over to grab one out of his nightstand and handing it to you. "I...don't know how to put it on..."

You giggled. "That's fine."

Taking off the wrapper and rolling the condom on his cock, you then line his tip to your entrance, and slowly begin to sink down. Gyutaro moaned at the sensation of your walls clamping down around him through the condom.

After he was fully sheathed inside of you, you kept still. Gyutaro gripped your hips, panting.

"Are you okay?" You asked.

"Yeah...yeah. Are you?"

"Yeah...I'm gonna start moving, okay?"

"O-" Gyutaro's word got cut off mid-moan, as you had moved up and back down.

Moving up and down on his cock, Gyutaro moaned with you, although lower in volume. He knew he probably looked absolutely pathetic under you. He gripped your hips tighter as the pleasure built up.

His cock moved through your walls, rubbing against spots you didn't even know existed. You moaned louder and threw your head back, now rocking your hips back and forth while he was completely sheathed inside of you.

His pelvic bone rubbed against your clit, making you go faster.

"Oh...oh, Gyu!"

Gyutaro began to pant as he moaned, moving your hips faster against him. He then moved you up and down on his cock, bucking his hips up to meet you in the middle.

"Oh, oh, c'mon!" You moaned, desperately wanting to cum.

Moving your hand down, you frantically rubbed at your clit, making your pussy clamp down on Gyutaro, which in turn makes him moan louder. You leaned down to kiss Gyutaro, which prompts him to start pistoning his cock into you.

Moaning at a high pitched octave into the kiss, Gyutaro felt you clamp around him tighter, making him moan.

"G-gyu! Gyu! I'm gonna cum!" You moaned, breaking the kiss.

"I'm...not far behind!"

Gyutaro removed one of his hands to replace his fingers with yours, following your motions and rubbing your clit desperately. It was all too much - him pistioning into you from below you, and the desperation in how he rubbed, and the begging in his eyes as he looked up at you, it made the knot snap.

You moaned out his name, bracing your arms on either side of his head as you came. Gyutaro continued to rub and fuck into you, guiding you through your high. He was loving how you were clamping down on him - almost like your pussy was milking him.

Gyutaro thrust into you a few more times before completely sheathing inside of you, cumming inside the condom. Both of you panted, placing your foreheads together. A wave of shame washed over Gyutaro - he probably performed badly. You probably wouldn't want to have sex with him again, much less stay for-

"You okay, love?" You asked.

"Hm? Y-yeah." He lied.

You gave him another kiss. "Good. Wanna shower together? I feel icky from all the sweat."

You laughed, giving him another kiss. Gyutaro was genuinely surprised - he didn't think you would wanna stick around. He thought you were gonna leave him. Gyutaro nodded after a moment.

"Yeah...yeah, we can." Gyutaro nodded.

You kissed him more before slipping his softening cock out of you and taking the condom off, making sure the contents wouldn't spill before throwing it away. Kissing Gyutaro again, you lead him to the shower while giggling.

Gyutaro could definitely get used to your love.

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