What Would Enmu Think If His Master Ends Up Being Interested In His Darling?

what would enmu think if his master ends up being interested in his darling?

i think enmu would be torn between his loyalty and his love for reader

I actually think it will be the opposite hehehe Enmu gives me huge cuck vibes and would be totally ok with his Master fucking his partner.

Enmu is so dedicated to Muzan that the fact that his Master is interested in his woman makes him super happy. If Lord Muzan is interested in you, it means that Enmu has somehow found the perfect woman and, even more miraculous, that perfect woman had fallen for him.

You were a demon and just as enamored with Lord Muzan as all demons were- as all demons had to be- and you could hardly believe it when you found out you were the object of Lord Muzan's desires. Being the king of demons, Muzan didn't feel the need to court you. You were already worshiping him at his feet, why not move a bit higher and worship his cock instead? He also didn't feel the need to ask for Enmu's permission- why would he? - but he didn't care if the lower demon wanted to watch. As long as he wasn't a bother.

One thing led to another and when Enmu gets cucked, seeing his beloved Master pound into his darling woman, the two of you enjoying each others bodies- he would die happy. It was almost like art seeing the two of you come together, Lord Muzan hardly romantic or intimate, but neither of you cared. He fucked you like a whore and you took it like a good little demon, making Enmu very proud.

If he gets to watch the way Muzan's splendid cock splits apart your pussy, the way his heavy balls clap against your skin, the way he marks your body up with his teeth, he'd consider it the highest honor. The way Muzan would suckle at your breasts, the moans he gets out of you that Enmu could never, the roughness in which he fucks you was nothing short of magnificent. Muzan choking you as he fucks you, pulling your hair, drawing blood as he bites you, slapping your face with his cock- all of it was simply stunning and you loved every second of it.

And if Enmu gets to fuck your face while his master breeds your pussy, he considers himself undeserving of such treatment. And if he gets to eat Muzan's cum out of your filled pussy, getting you to climax on his tongue while he tastes a mixture of the woman he loves and the man he has sworn loyalty to- how could he ever want anything more in life?

that last hybrid post did something to my brain cuz MMHM 😵‍💫😵‍💫

what really got me going was guard dog! simon putting guard dog!johnny in his place!! like YEEESSSSS

that definitely isn’t the first time he’s done that to the younger dog. johnny has a mouth on him, always talking back and sometimes indulging in kitty!reader’s antics. and while guard dog!gaz tries to get him to chill, johnny won’t listen which ends up getting himself punished by simon.

poor ol’ pup johnny is pinned down and he’s whines and yelps go ignored by the other’s as simon plunges his thick, heavy cock into his little (and already stretched) hole.

johnny was being a brat, so of course that rowdy pup needs to be put in his place! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

majority of the time, kitty!reader is listening just from around the corner, her little pussy getting all drippy and nipples achy from hearing the lewd noises, degrading rough words from simon, and johnny’s pleads and almost pornographic moans!!

(i kinda got carried away, lol!)

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Even better if Kitty!Reader would lay sprawled out, all naked and sweet in front of the coupling hybrids, her tail curling seductively as she purrs loving encouragements to both Johnny and Simon, how the younger male is taking such a big hybrid male like Simon without problems <3

Since she's a brat too she will rile both of them up by spreading her legs and showing off her wet, dripping pussy and mewl about how wet she is, how ready she is for a nice fat cock but no one wants to give it to her :(( Johnny while pinned down would whine and between moans beg her to come over and let him mount her too while Simon snarls viciously because his knot is almost swollen inside Johnny and can't pull out now.

Kitty would definitely pull something like 'Well if you don't want to fuck me then I guess I'll go and search for Graves~! He's a wild coyote and probably sooo feral and ready to mate<3'

The boys would probably have a massive freak out with drool literally escaping their jaws with how much they're snapping and growling for you to sit your pretty ass back down :(

(18+)

convinced Ghost is the type to seem completely disinterested during sex.

he's fingering you but he's got this bored expression, mask pushed up over his nose so he can smoke while he does it. he's not even looking at you, his eyes are on the tv. and it's driving you crazy. you're squirming, hips jerking up off the couch when he reaches that spot inside you with his thick calloused fingers that has you seeing stars. he sucks his teeth and sticks the cigarette between them. uninterested, half lidded gaze sliding over to you, using his newly freed hand to pin you down with a massive paw spanning across the expanse of your lower belly.

"hol' still." he grunts pointedly around his cigarette. and that's all you get before he's turning back to the tv, tugging the burned down butt out of his mouth, letting out a puff of smoke, ignoring your whines.

boxer!rafe had his anger mostly under control. thats what the boxing was for. but no one’s perfect. there were times he’d slip up.

he’d developed the knack for being able to ignore the other men in the locker room at the fighting grounds. he had his own upcoming fights to worry about, his own family to feed — whilst he used to be a sucker for a good argument, it had become the least of his concerns. they knew that about him, therefore they knew what would get under his skin.

“ayeee, it’s pretty boy!” one jeered as he stepped into the locker room — sore, toned body trudging over to his usual locker to retrieve his stuff so he could get out and go home to you. he was used to the nickname, infact it had even been self proclaimed at some points on the ring. girls held up ‘pretty boy’ signs during his fights, upon winning multiple fights and climbing the ranks he was gifted a chain with ‘pretty motherfucker’ engraved on the pendant. it was nothing new to him.

the chatter continues in the room amongst the men, and he figures he can let his guard down now, knowing they wouldn’t be testing him. they’d heard of his rage through stories, rumours that he’d been in jail for killing a cop in his past. it intrigued people, wanting to see how far they could push him. just as the cameron boy is getting his gym bag together to leave, he’s brought into the conversation once more.

“right? i wanna start seein’ some newer faces in the crowd i’m gettin’ tired of the regulars.” the same douche that addressed rafe when he entered speaks, eyes flickering over to the younger guy in amusement. “hey cameron, got anyone you can bring to spice things up around here? how ‘bout that pretty wife of yours? maybe she can motivate me before the fight—”

he doesn’t get to finish his taunt, before in a flash rafe had pinned him the locker with a crash, doors rippling and padlocks clattering. he presses his arm into the man’s neck, jaw clenched and vein popping out his neck.

“fuck you say? huh? nah, go ‘head repeat yourself.” rafe threatens, practically growling through bared teeth at the man. the other fighter goes to shove him back, but the cameron man is unmovable. if there’s one thing he doesn’t play about, it’s you.

rafe stumbles back slightly, but it’s only to wind up and slam his fist into the man’s face when he dared to smile. the other men start to get involved now, trying to pull rafe off but it only made him angrier. “think that’s funny? yeah?” he yells, and punches the man again, the time harder. his skin cracks and blood splashes onto his knuckles as he continues. he knew this was going to result in at least a week suspension from the gym, and that was with the gym owner being fond of rafe. he shoves himself off eventually, the man groaning on the floor in pain.

full of adrenaline, rafe picks up his bag and heads to leave, but not without spitting out a venomous “lemme hear you talk about my wife again. i’ll kill you. a’ight?”

he’s not proud of himself by the time he’s arrived home. it’s been a while since he’d gotten angry like that, violent outside of professional boxing. it’s so soft in your shared home when he arrives, and it makes him feel ashamed. it smelled like you’d been baking fresh cookies, the house clean just for him. it melts him, because sometimes he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still the monster he used to be. something that didn’t belong here.

he stops in the doorway to see you napping on the couch, looking delicate like a petal that had fallen off a flower, drifted in the wind and had just landed there perfectly. the small bump that had only just begun to show through your dress strains ever so slightly against the material and he scratches at his cheek. he shouldn’t be acting like this. not when fatherhood is approaching.

he busies himself off to the shower, hoping to wash the day from him. not long later, the sound of the water woke you — and you appear in the bathroom quietly, stripping yourself of your clothes and climbing in behind him. you press a soft kiss to the centre of his back because you could tell it’s tense, a telltale sign that he’d had a rough day. you don’t need to speak, not yet anyway as he relaxes slightly at your touch — feeling your tits press against him from behind and your swollen tummy when you lean forward. he lets out a long sigh, head running beneath the water.

hugging him from behind, you peer round to see his bruised knuckles. he hadn’t come home with those for a long time, he’d usually wrap them if he was going to spar or whatever.

“what happened?” you can’t help yourself, curiosity getting the better of you.

he presses his lips together, caught. he doesn’t wanna tell you what they said, make you uncomfortable. it’s not necessary and it would only make him mad all over again. he runs his knuckles under the water, ridding them of any of the left over dried blood that he wasn’t sure was his.

“ah i uh… i lost my temper… a little. s’not important.” he huffs, peeking briefly over his shoulder at you. you don’t question it, knowing it was potentially a sore subject. he feels another kiss on his back.

“s’okay.” you’re so nurturing, so gentle. your hands slide around his hip bones, caressing the veined skin on his lower stomach above his cock. the appendage jumps once realising what you were after. maybe it didn’t take long because of the soft kisses and your body pressing to his, paired with the day he’d had — but he’s hard in no time when you start palming at him.

he tips his head back under the water, the droplets racing down his toned back and shoulders as you slowly tug at him from behind, doing your best to relax him. “s’okay rafe.” you whisper once more. “you’re home now.”

he certainly was.

ghost bulking 🤤🤤🤤

This sounds like a job for us @justadeadreaper!

GHOST BULKING!! He's a huge man, let's start with that; he eats a lot anyway because he needs that to sustain himself but it only got better (and more) after he met you and you started cooking for your man! Making him fat, full of nutrients, protein and carbs meals that Si devours within minutes, he's honestly like a well without an end but it only makes you have a giddy smile because how could you not give him more? It's a pleasure to watch him devour and clean his plate before hugging you close to him, his stubbled face pressing against your soft tummy, giving it a gentle bite and nuzzle <33

You absolutely adore it when Simon bulks!! He becomes somehow even bigger, more cuddly due to that extra fat, Si becomes a literal human furnace! There's nothing better than cuddling up with the large male under your warm, fluffy blankets while it's freezing outside, not to mention that his libido seems to be through the roof...

It seems these days that the only things you guys are doing is cooking, eating, sleeping and fucking :(( Simon is relentless with his advances, those extra nutrients seemed to give him more strength making him act like a beast in heat. His soft, hairy tummy is pressed against your own, his tree trunk-like arms caging your head as he keeps up a relentless pace, his strong, broad hips smacking against your wet, sore cunt as you scream, moan and whine your pretty little head off while Si is growling and snarling like a beast, getting louder the closer he is before finally pressing his fat, swollen tip against your deepest, most intimate space, letting out a triumphant roar and releasing all that pent up cum in thick, potent spurts as he continues to moan and wince slightly at the feeling of his full balls twitching, the sore, full feeling in them finally gone.

Yes, you love when your Si is bulking <33

Muzan Kibutsuji - SFW & NSFW Headcanons

[Note: Relationship Headcanons of Muzan Kibutsuji from Demon Slayer. Reader will be human and a regular citizen for this scenario. Will contain NSFW and slight manga spoilers (just one) so minors/anime-onlys, please do not interact.]

SFW:

Oooooo wee. Mr. Grumpy for a Living himself. Being in a relationship with Muzan can be.... interesting. It can be a lot of things. He can act "generous" and spoil you like a princess or just outright mean as hell. Either way, you'll be treated more as a pet/prized possession than an actual partner.

Muzan, or Tsukihiko, first met you while he was on a stroll with his beloved "wife and daughter." You were minding your business, and the demon just couldn't keep his eyes off you. Of course, the demon chastised himself for even looking at anyone like that, much less a mere human. But, longer he had his eyes on you, the more he wanted to know about you. So, he began planning your move into his castle and his life. This Demon King wanted his Queen. Well... to be more accurate....

He was in need of you.

From your point of view, you noticed Muzan's intense gaze on you that night. To say you weren't fazed by it would be a bold-faced lie. You tried to shake off his glare, but something within you made your eyes turn towards his. The shivers that enveloped your spine, the slight hitch in your breath and body language, none of it went unnoticed by him. Those ruby red eyes of his.... it's like they put you in a trance. One that made you want to know more about him.

The next time you saw Muzan was during a local event in your village. As you went to approach him, the alarm bells in the back of your mind began to ring. Your logic was telling you to stay away from this man at all cost. Deciding to put those thoughts behind, you approach the demon and introduce yourself. Muzan was a bit surprised that you made the first move, but all it did was make his plan of having you that much easier. Giving you a warm smile, he returned your gesture and bowed politely.

“It's a pleasure to meet you as well, (Last Name). I'm Tsukihiko. I apologize for my staring the other night.”

Such a suave liar.

From that day on, a steady friendship ensued between the two of you. Friendly trips to the market, hangouts at local events, night walks in the village. All of it made you come to like Muzan even more. To the point that those feelings became rather.... loving. Initially, you felt guilty for even developing them. The thought of being with a married father made you feel icky. But, being the oh so attentive person that he is, Muzan took note of your inner dilemma and immediately knew how to dissolve those worthless worries. All it took was a fake smile and gentle reassurance.

“(Name), I've come to sense that you're worried about Rei. Well, I can say that it is not necessary. We got a divorce as of recent, and she took our daughter with her. A factor of why is due to what I am.”

Muzan then told you about him being a demon. How he had to consume flesh to survive. This new information made you feel highly conflicted, to say the least. Before you could even process his confession, you heard a twang and found yourself surrounded by a multitude of buildings. You go to question him, but what you saw made your body freeze. Those ruby red eyes you fell for were now a harsh, blood red with slits. The caring Tsukihiko was really the ever atrocious Muzan Kibutsuji, the King of all Demons.

The devilish man stood in front of you, caressing your cheek gently, despite the look of possessiveness in his eyes. It was at this moment that you knew what you were dealing with. It terrified you, but.... it also intrigued you. It only made you fall deeper in love with him. Which is exactly what he wanted. “From this day on, you are mine, and mine only. No demon or man is allowed to be in your prescence, much less look at you. Such filth shall not matter to you. Ever. Do you understand.”

As most people say, Muzan has achieved the rich status and will pretty much spoil you. Anything you want, he's already at the place, cash in hand. That kimono you were eyeing? Already in the closet. A piece of jewelry you talked about getting? He's already putting it around your neck. This man has bought you so much stuff that you feel like a spoiled princess rather than his s/o.

Affection is very rare with him. He's not exactly the romantic type, but when he's in the mood for your touches, he'll just stop you from whatever you were doing and sit you in his lap. He'd caress your thighs and deliver small kisses to your neck. He would hold you tight, almost clingy, but these moments always made your heart flutter.

NSFW:

Now, you know this man is experienced. He's lived for over a thousand years, plus he had five wives in the past (though he treated them like complete shit). Muzan has the knowledge and skills to make the human body experience the ultimate pleasure.

If it weren't for Muzan's ability to hold himself back, he would've jumped on you then and there. The site of the soft ropes decorating the canvas that was your body made him aroused. He decided to heighten the experience by blindfolding you. The demon began to circle you, using the tips of his fingers to stroke the skin of your tummy, goosebumps appearing in their trail. He then moved them to your lips, letting them invade your mouth. You happily sucked on them, a soft moan emitting from you. An amused smirk formed on Muzan's lips.

“Such greed you have. Are you so reluctant to suck on my fingers? Perhaps my cock would be a better option for you then? Hm?”

It seemed his statement went straight to your core. As he stood in front of you and adjusted the rope to spread your legs, Muzan chuckled at the sight of your pussy drooling. Kneeling down, he delivered a series of kisses to your clit while sliding his middle and ring fingers in. To say you were a whimpering mess was an understatement. A combination of not knowing when or what he'd do, plus the feeling of his slender fingers, your cunt sang a song of joy for him.

Muzan is definitely big. He's definitely a good 9 inches and would increase its size to a 10. His cock has veins on both sides, and a pretty pink tip. You didn't know how you were gonna make it with a monster like that, but no worries. Muzan will make it fit. It's why this activity is done with you and you only. Your pussy is the only thing that's capable to handling him.

Your heart jumped a bit when you felt your body being suspended a couple inches off the bed. Was this man really about to fuck you stupid like this? Taking off his clothes, Muzan stood on the bed and used the tip of his dick to tease your entrance. You whined at him to stop the tease and get on with the show. A slap to your clit and the rough pace of his thrusts made you pause your complaint, your loud mewls ringing in the air.

“Cease your complaining. I'm the only one who gives instructions here. Are you that hungry for my cock that you decide to be a brat? To be so desperate as to beg me for it? So filthy. But nonetheless, I will gladly show you just how much I can offer this pussy.”

Muzan's favorite position is definitely between missionary and doggy. Missionary allows him to see you fall apart and mark your neck with his lovebites. Doggy, on the other hand, gives him access to smack your ass to his heart's content. He also loves to push your head into the mattress and fuck you harder. But, his number one will always be you on your knees, sucking him for everything's he's got.

Ya'll have more than likely fucked while he was in his female form. You never knew that tribbing could feel so good. And boy, was Muzan a master at the art. Crossed missionary, cowgirl, you did it all. Of course, she fucked you with dildos of all sizes. Some days, Muzan would overstimulate you with a vibrator attached to your clit.

“You can't handle anymore? How disappointing. You've only had four orgasms so far. Surely you can take more, my naughty girl.”

The overall lesson here? Muzan Kibutsuji is a god at sex, and you will always be left a drooling mess.

[Here's Muzan! Ngl, I went a bit wild with NSFW jdndnrnr💀. Thanks for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs will be greatly appreciated 💕.]

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