demon slayer -> hxh -> death note -> mha -> stranger things -> stardew valley -> genshin impact -> eddsworld -> mlp -> fnaf -> ms kobiyashi’s dragon maid -> gravity falls -> american horror story -> ddlc + ddlc switcharoo -> ohshc -> miraculous ladybug -> yandere sim -> dandadan
𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 + 𝐬𝐟𝐰 + 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 + 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:
incest -> drug use -> intense gore / age gaps -> rape
𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒:
Please respect me, my time, and my work as I curate each and everyone’s requests. I am against AI — all of my work comes from my hands and my hands alone. That being said, these things take time along with the personal things I want to write for myself as well. Writing is not my job, it’s a hobby. I don’t have a schedule and I come and go as I please. If you do request me, it could take between 1 week to 1 month (if not longer) to get it finished and posted. So please do not spam my inbox or my DM’s with questions about when I’ll post. I put a lot of love into my work and I thank you for your interest in me and my writing. I’ll do my best to bring your ideas and fantasy’s to life!
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✦ Established Relationship w/ Chrollo Lucilfer HEADCANONS
I accidentally ended up posting this linked to the anon request too early instead of saving it to drafts and had to delete it, therefore losing the submission. That was 100% my fault! Whoever requested for Chrollo, this is for you ❤︎
✦ Word Count: 528
- Chrollo might seem to be an unempathetic, cruel, cold-blooded mastermind behind he and his troupes deceptive schemes — but that isn’t technically true.
- Chrollo has a very compelling psyche, he struggles with a profound sense of existential emptiness and a weak sense of personal identity. He views all human life as meaningless, including his own.
- But with you, who preferably has a good head on their shoulders with a strong sense of self, he gravitates towards and would have to have formed a strong bond with you beforehand in order to have grounds for a romantic relationship.
- And once you two are a couple, he’s fiercely loyal. With the exception of manipulating and/or bribing others (particularly women) in order to continue his thieving.
- Onto daily life, things wouldn’t be much different apart from him congratulating you personally, patting your head or whispering sweet nothings while the other members get no more than a pat on the back — if you’re apart of the troupe, that is.
- But if you aren’t, that means you hold a really special place in Chrollos heart.
- One of his favorite things to do would be having quality/alone time with you. Not having to worry about the troupe so he can focus all of his energy and time into you.
- Someone that can bring him down to earth would also be extremely relaxing to him. Being able to put his head in your lap after a particularly stressful heist would ease his nerves right away.
- He’d also like if you were independent, since he isn’t always sure whether or not he’d come back to you; hinting at hesitancy to get into a romantic relationship to begin with.
- He is a very emotional person depending on the circumstances. Whether he’s holding you or you’re holding him, he’ll sometimes begin to cry from the way you fill the empty void inside of him.
- Like a gentle mother’s hand petting him, the feeling of innocence with you is something he chases.
- Very cuddly and touchy, even in-front of the troupe. He has no shame because it’s not like they’ll say anything anyway. He’s their boss.
- Would love to chaperone you to high-end events. Having you hold his arm as you two walk among the multitude of lavish, important people.
- Seeing you in any of his clothing (or of something similar) would drive him up the wall. He has a very niche aesthetic and would find you very (if not more) alluring than you already are to him.
- Chrollos love language would be words of affirmation, quality time, and acts of service. Expect many gifts!
- Chrollo doesn’t fear mortality. But, if you die — he’d be angry, very angry, and he wouldn’t stop until he’s gotten revenge.
- He wouldn’t like the idea of manipulating and/or lying to you. You’d have to be aware and knowing to the kind of work he does, and if you don’t agree with it, then he wouldn’t feel comfortable being with you.
- Chrollo isn’t a very visionary person and wouldn’t daydream because he isn’t sure if he’ll ever life a white-picket fence life. But once he’s with you, someday he hopes he does.
This is just a brain dump I randomly thought up since being inspired by the upcoming release of the newest volume of HxH. So, I’m back! My requests are open ❤︎
✦ Synopsis: You’re the heir of one of the Fourteenth Prince’s of the Kakin Empire. A branched out descendant of Hui Guo Ruo’s eighth wife, Eighth Queen Oito — In need of protection. Kurapika Kurta was assigned to your aid and, well… your daily life isn’t short of adventure.
✦ Word Count: I’m tired. It’s 3am.
- Kurapika Kurta is a responsible bodyguard and person in general, there isn’t much that could get him astray from his duties or goals.
- You on the other hand are not only a curious soul, but a person in power. That being said, you can get Kurapika to do what you want.
- Your shopping sprees are an unfortunate endeavor. Dragging him along with you as you spend 4 hours looking at the same jewels with utmost joy.
- But he isn’t an unemotional person, and if these trips that last half the day make you smile — he really doesn’t mind it. He also doesn’t mind having to hold all of your bags, either…
- Overtime, during whatever and whichever events Kurapika chaperones you to, you start to seek out his company rather than purely his role.
- Calling him over during events just to chat, seemingly out of place amongst the women and men dressed head to foot in a sea of opulent wear.
- Or when you ask for Kurapika himself rather than your own personal valets, whom potentially begin rumors about your relationship with your bodyguard.
- Once again, Kurapika doesn’t necessarily mind these occurrences and — quite frankly — starts to seek them out himself.
- To Kurapika, you are apart of his job — not necessarily his friend. He cares for you in his own way, but it’s purely because it’s his responsibility. At least, that’s what he’ll think at first.
- Everything starts to unravel when you begin asking for him in the mornings. Instead of your valets dressing you in your early hour day wear, or bringing up your breakfast on your extremely lavish silver-spoon-in-mouth tray. You want Kurapika to do it instead.
- With the already meddlesome comments and rumors floating in the air, it doesn’t help Kurapikas reputation. You don’t know this, since it isn’t your intention to harm Kurapikas career. Quite the opposite.
- Will he be a tad bit on edge by the requests? Yes. Will he bring his presence to you immediately? Also yes.
- Under normal circumstances, he’d most likely decline. Caring for his position more than the wants of another individual, especially if they might potentially harm him.
- But… with you, draping your morning gown around your shoulders his hands feel heavy. Like they want to slip down and squeeze your shoulders, an amorous look pooling in his dark eyes.
- He has a gentle face, and everything about his energy when it’s just the two of you feels soft and deep.
- His expression is weighted when he ties the drawstring around your waist. Pulling it once, and then twice, before finishing the loop and dropping his hands to his sides.
- You watch him turn and leave, giving him a fond look when he opens and exits your disgustingly prodigious royal door. It clicking shut with a small thud.
- Your feelings begin to materialize when you start to notice how your thoughts linger, especially at night. Something about him pulls you in, and it causes your heart to flutter.
- And now, your new mission was to flesh out his boundaries. How far could you or could you not go? What would he allow? And what would be appropriate?
- You began to grab onto his hand in public more often than you did before, even if there wasn’t a big crowd or a stirring dispute. Kurapika — ever smart — noticed this, and still didn’t pull away.
- Of course, this was his job. If you feel unsafe, your first priority is to alert him, whether it be verbal or not. But he notices patterns, and he knows what you’re doing.
- Because for he too, did his feelings materialize.
- He wasn’t necessarily sure when they did, but he knows it happened. Being near you makes him feel lighter, and he wouldn’t be allowing special privileges if it wasn’t for his receptivity.
- In fact, he begins to think about you so often that he becomes a bit disappointed when you don’t call for him for situations he needn’t be called for. Which then he shuns himself for feeling immature.
- Nevertheless, he’ll squeeze your hand to affirm you before pulling away — can’t have those rumors be amassed, silly.
- But psychical contact doesn’t stop there, and sometimes you might even find yourself being bolder than you exceed.
- Not only do you call for Kurapika in the morning, but you call for him in the night as well.
- As he helps you button up your tailored sleepwear, you bring your hands up to slowly fix his tie — which causes a hitch in his movement.
- Kurapika is ever affection-deprived, the last gentle touch he received was from his mother, which found him nearly leaning into your touch. Of course he’d stop himself before actually falling into you, but he doesn’t forget it.
- This won’t be the last time you touch him. Nor will it be the last time he’ll want it.
- Eventually you become pent up, and you know Kurapika will never make the first move hence the inappropriate nature of his position. So, you seek him out.
- You find him near the dining room, reviewing local intelligence with a fellow bodyguard you couldn’t care to learn the name of. You silently sneak up and plan on tapping his shoulder, but he notices you first.
- “Y/N?” He almost seems shocked until his expression transitions to curiosity when he sees your mouth turn into a small, upward smile. “Follow me.”
- Leading him a few hallways down, you pull him around a corner where no one else can see the two of you. “What is it?” He asks, genuinely curious.
- Before you respond, you peer down each end of the hallway before fully turning toward him. But… once you make eye contact with him, it’s like a dam inside of you burst — springing yourself toward him and crashing your lips onto his.
- He muffles a plea of your name before immediately pushing you off and holding his hands up in front of himself, separating the two of you.
- You don’t have time to think before he grasps the back of your neck and pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss once more.
- It’s like all of the tension inside of him builds up, taking it out on your poor, beautiful lips — before melting away into a broken, relieved exhale.
- Your eyes flutter open, and the sight of him is unreal. He looks completely and utterly worn out, like he’s run a 5 mile marathon. You wonder if you’d be able to see him like this more often.
- You both stay huddled in the corner, his hands exploring you just above your waistline like he’s been wanting to do this much longer than you anticipated. Looking into his eyes, they burn — and you don’t mind it one bit.
Hi! Can I get tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu, and Genya with a female reader who got her demon slayer uniform from Masao Maeda aka the guy who made Mitsuri uniform?
✦ reactions to reader’s uniform ✦
tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu, genya x fem!reader
hi!! tysm for requesting. i’d be more than happy to write this for you!! i’m back in my demon slayer phase and had forgotten how friggen cute they all are :3
✧ genre: crush vibes, reactions, fluff w/ a lil embarrassment lol
✧ wc: ~3.3k
✧ tanjiro kamado
when tanjiro first sees you in the uniform, it’s like his brain short-circuits. it’s definitely more revealing than what he’s used to seeing, and his first instinct is to look away because it feels rude to stare. but then he keeps sneaking glances back at you anyway, cheeks dusted pink.
“o-oh! that uniform… it’s, um… different,” he says, fumbling, rubbing the back of his neck. he can’t bring himself to say it out loud, but you look stunning. he worries a little about how protective the cut is in battle, but then his words soften: “as long as you’re comfortable and safe… it looks really good on you.”
and after that? every time you brush dirt off the fabric or adjust it, he’s beet-red again.
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✧ inosuke hashibira
inosuke’s reaction is instant and loud.
“HUH?! what’s with your weird clothes?!”
he circles around you, poking at the hem like you’re some strange animal. he doesn’t understand fashion or the point of a flattering cut, so he blurts out that it looks “impractical” and “too flashy.” but the truth is… his chest feels all weird and fluttery, and it makes him mad at himself.
so instead of admitting it, he challenges you to spar more often, yelling about how “a uniform like that can’t keep up with me!” but later, when he’s alone, he can’t stop picturing you in it — and it secretly becomes something he associates with you alone. if anyone else dared to mock your uniform…
inosuke would tear them apart.
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✧ zenitsu agatsuma
zenitsu basically has a heart attack. he sees you walk in and instantly falls to his knees, screaming.
“A-A-AH! [name]-chan, you can’t just show up like that! my heart can’t take it!!”
he covers his face, peeking between his fingers, tomato-red all over. half the time he’s dramatically sobbing about how pretty you are, the other half he’s whispering in awe: “you look like a flower blooming on the battlefield…”
and if you so much as smile at him? he’s on the floor again. zenitsu also definitely tries to beg you not to wear it around other guys. “you should only look that cute around me!!”
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✧ genya shinazugawa
genya freezes the moment he notices. eyes widen. quick glance away. his ears are scarlet, but he’s silent.
“…your uniform looks… different,” he mutters eventually, trying to keep his voice even. “not bad or anything. i just… wasn’t expecting it.”
he doesn’t have zenitsu’s dramatics or inosuke’s volume, but his quiet intensity is just as telling. he sneaks looks at you when he thinks you won’t notice, catching the way the fabric moves while you fight, how confident you look wearing it.
and if you smile at him while you’re in that uniform? he completely loses his composure, muttering and grumbling under his breath, hiding the fact that his heart feels like it’s about to pound right out of his chest.
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yayy!!! that was super fun. sorry if it’s too short!! i’ll definitely be writing longer fics for them soon ^^_^:33
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Hi! Is there any chance you’d do a jealous!muzan x female!reader.. Maybe he sent her on a mission to get information and she ends up sleeping with a hashira (male please but you pick). They get called upper moon meeting and domua is making fun of her for sleeping with the hashira and she bites back going something along the lines of “well at least he was good in. Ed unlike you” anyway Muzan is PISSED because not only did she sleep with a hashira but domua as well (she didn’t she was just being a bitch). So he’s super mad the while meeting and at the end she gets taken with him to his private room and they have a full on argument, but he ends up confessing.
Go for gold on it, make it your own! I’m also sorry I suck at explaining things so I hope you understand!
Thank you so much
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
— hii anon !! i fricken love muzan. i fricken love this man so much. i love writing for him. i’m gonna bust. anyway—let’s begin this one-shot shall we ?! (please please please muzan one chance one chance muzan plea—*he crushes my head w his big gnarly red baby goo arm* *me: blushing*)
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 -> muzan kibutsuji
♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı
the night was eerily quiet as you returned from your mission, slipping through the shadows like a wraith. your task had been simple enough: gather intelligence on a particularly troublesome hashira. what muzan hadn’t anticipated—or what he had, in his cold and calculating way—was the lengths to which you would go to complete your mission. you’d ended up in the arms of the wind hashira, sanemi shinazugawa, using his guard being down to extract the information muzan needed.
as you approached the hidden lair of the upper moons, you steeled yourself for the upcoming meeting. the other demons were already gathered, their eyes flicking towards you as you entered. douma, ever the jester, smirked at you from his place.
“well, well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence,” douma drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “how was your little rendezvous with the wind hashira? did you enjoy yourself?”
you clenched your jaw, refusing to rise to his bait. you took your place among the upper moons, ignoring douma’s taunts. muzan’s presence was palpable as he observed the exchange, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“enough, douma,” muzan’s voice cut through the air like a blade, silencing the room. “report, [name].” you straightened up, meeting muzan’s piercing gaze. “the wind hashira has been thoroughly investigated. i obtained the information you requested. the mission was a success.”
before muzan could respond, douma’s laughter echoed through the chamber. “success, she says! by sleeping with the enemy, no less. tell us, [name], how did he compare to your usual standards?”
your eyes flashed with anger. “at least he was good in bed, unlike you.” you snapped back, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.
a tense silence fell over the room. muzan’s eyes blazed with fury, his demonic aura intensifying. you could feel his rage radiating off him in waves.
“douma, leave,” muzan commanded, his voice a low growl. douma, for once, didn’t argue, his smirk fading as he slunk out of the room.
once the door closed behind douma, muzan’s gaze locked onto you. “you will come with me.” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.
you followed muzan to his private quarters, your heart pounding in your chest. the door slammed shut behind you, and you barely had time to react before muzan whirled on you, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and something else you couldn’t quite identify.
“do you have any idea what you’ve done?” muzan hissed, his voice dangerously quiet.
“i completed the mission,” you replied, struggling to keep your voice steady. “by sleeping with a hashira, and then boasting about it in front of douma?” muzan’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white with tension.
“he was the only way to get the information,” you argued. “i did what i had to do, my lord.”
“and douma?” muzan spat, his eyes narrowing. “did you enjoy yourself with him too?” your eyes widened in shock, “i never touched douma.. he was mocking me, and i snapped. that’s all it was.”
muzan’s expression shifted, a storm of emotions playing across his face. “why does it matter?” you ask quietly, taking a step closer to him. “why does it matter who i sleep with in order to obtain information?”
muzan’s eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. then, with a sudden movement, he closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your arms tightly.
“because you belong to me,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “i won’t tolerate anyone else touching you.”
your breath caught in your throat, a mix of shock and something else—something almost like relief—flooding through you. “m-my lord…” you stammer out, muzan quickly cutting you off.
“i can’t stand the thought of you with someone else,” he continued, his grip on you tightening. “it drives me mad. i’ve been trying to deny it, but i can’t anymore. i need you, [name]. only you.”
the intensity of his words, his confession, left you reeling. for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, your heart racing. then, slowly, you reached up, placing a hand on his cheek.
“i’m yours, my lord,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “i always have been.”
muzan’s eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw vulnerability in his gaze. he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin.
“then stay with me,” he murmured. “always.” you nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “always.” you promised.
muzan’s lips met yours in a fierce, desperate kiss, his hands moving to cradle your face. you melted into him, all the tension and fear of the past few days dissolving in the heat of his embrace. in that moment, nothing else mattered. not the mission, not the other demons, not even the hashira. it was just the two of you, bound together by something far stronger than mere words.
as the night wore on, you found solace in your lords arms, the weight of his confession settling in your heart. you knew there would be challenges ahead, but for now, you were content. you had found your place, and it was right here, by muzan’s side.
Could you please write a scenario with muzan where gn reader is his s/o and blind , has no idea muzan is a demon ?
I love your blog !!
𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
hi there anon!! and thank you so much, you’re the sweetest!! i love my bbg muzan, so i’d be delighted to write this for you, hope you enjoy this one-shot :) ఌ︎
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝
muzan kibutsuji
♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı
the night was quiet, the gentle hum of cicadas filling the air. you sat on the porch of your small home, the cool evening breeze brushing against your skin. you couldn’t see the stars, but you could imagine them, twinkling in the vast sky above. it was a peaceful night, one of the many you cherished.
you heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching, light and graceful. a smile spread across your face as you recognized who it was. “muzan?” you called softly.
“yes, my love,” came the smooth, velvety reply. his voice always brought a sense of comfort and safety, despite the darkness that surrounded it. “i’m here.”
he reached you in a few steps, his presence overwhelming yet reassuring. you felt his hand gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “how was your day?” he asked, his tone gentle. “quiet, but nice,” you replied, leaning into his touch. “i missed you.”
“i missed you too,” he said, his voice softening. you felt him lean down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “shall we go inside?” you nodded, allowing him to guide you back into the house. his touch was always so careful, so deliberate, as if he was afraid to break you. it was one of the many things you loved about him. he led you to the living room, where you both settled down on the soft cushions.
“tell me about your day,” you urged, your hand resting on his. muzan hesitated for a moment before speaking. “it was... eventful,” he said carefully. “but i’m here now, with you, and that’s all that matters.”
you nodded, sensing that he didn’t want to delve into details. you trusted him, and that was enough. “i’m glad you’re here,” you said, squeezing his hand gently. “i always feel safe with you.”
“and i will always keep you safe,” he promised, his voice holding a steely determination. you could feel the intensity behind his words, the fierce protectiveness that was always present.
you smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “i know,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him. his lips were cool against yours, but the kiss was filled with warmth and passion. you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer.
for a moment, the world disappeared, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of love and trust. you reveled in the sensation, in the way he made you feel cherished and adored. it was moments like these that made everything worthwhile.
as you pulled away, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “muzan,” you murmured, “i love you.”
“and i love you,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. you could feel the sincerity in his words, the depth of his emotions.
the night continued in a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of the wind outside. you felt completely at peace, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace. it was in these quiet moments that you felt the closest to him, even without being able to see his face.
“muzan,” you said softly, “what did i do to deserve you?” he chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent shivers down your spine. “it is i who am undeserving of you,” he replied. “you are a light in my life, a beacon in the darkness.”
you smiled, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. “you always know what to say,” you teased lightly. “only the truth,” he said, his tone serious. “you have brought me more joy than i ever thought possible.”
you nestled closer to him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. “i’m glad,” you whispered. “because you mean everything to me.”
as the night wore on, you both sat in silence, content in each other’s presence. you didn’t need words to express your love; it was there in every touch, every gesture, every heartbeat.
you didn’t know the true nature of the man you loved, the darkness that lurked within him. but it didn’t matter. all you knew was that in his arms, you felt safe and cherished, and that was all you needed.
and so, as the night deepened and the world outside faded into darkness, you held onto the one constant in your life: your love for muzan, the man who had captured your heart and soul.
HELLO AGAIN!!! Could you do another katsuki x male reader?? like where they are already married and are having a relaxing day where they make out after a long time without having moments like this because of work??? 💓💓 (with the dominant reader, if you could 💕
♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı
hey there h0osy, i’ve missed the katsuki requests guys!! keep em coming!! i’ll totally write this for you, i love me some domestic bakugo :) he’s the cutest!! hope you enjoy this one-shot ఌ︎
male reader
the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the bedroom. you stirred, feeling the soft weight of the blankets around you and the steady warmth of katsuki’s body next to yours. it wasn’t often that the two of you had a day off together, and you were determined to make the most of it.
you rolled over, facing katsuki. his features were relaxed in sleep, the usual furrow of his brow smoothed out. you smiled, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair from his forehead. he stirred at your touch, eyes slowly opening to meet yours.
“morning,” you whispered, your voice still husky with sleep. “morning,” he replied, his voice equally soft. he stretched, muscles rippling under the covers, before you pulled him closer. “you’re up early.”
“couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, resting your head on his chest. “too excited about our day off.” katsuki chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “yeah, it’s been a while since we had a day to ourselves.” you nodded, enjoying the simple pleasure of being close to him. “any plans?”
“just to relax,” he said, his hand tracing lazy circles on your back. “we both need it.” you spent the morning in bed, talking about everything and nothing, savoring the rare opportunity to just be together without the constant demands of being pro heroes. eventually, hunger drove you out of bed, and you made your way to the kitchen.
“sit,” you said, gesturing to the dining table. “i’ll make breakfast today.” katsuki raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue, taking a seat and watching you work. you moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, preparing a simple yet delicious breakfast. the aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, and you could see katsuki’s eyes light up with appreciation.
“smells good,” he commented, leaning back in his chair. “just wait until you taste it,” you replied with a grin, plating the food and setting it in front of him.
you both ate together, the atmosphere light and filled with easy banter. it felt good, natural, to be doing something so ordinary with him. after breakfast, you decided to spend the day at home, enjoying each other’s company. you played games, watched movies, and even took a nap together on the couch. it was a perfect, lazy day, the kind you both craved amidst your hectic lives.
as the afternoon turned into evening, you found yourselves back in the bedroom. you lay on the bed, katsuki’s head resting on your chest, his arm draped over your waist. you ran your fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft it was. “katsuki,” you said softly, “i’ve missed this.”
“yeah,” he replied, “me too.” he looked up at you for a split second, admiring your features. you could see the affection in his eyes, the love that you both sometimes struggled to express amidst the chaos of your lives. you reached out, cupping his cheek and pulling him in for a kiss.
the kiss started slow, a gentle exploration that gradually deepened. you felt katsuki’s hand slide up your chest, his touch sending shivers down your spine. you responded in kind, your own hands moving to explore his body, relearning the familiar contours and textures.
it had been too long since you’d had a moment like this, uninterrupted and free from stress. you poured all your love and longing into the kiss, feeling him respond with equal passion. the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other.
katsuki broke the kiss, his breath coming in soft pants. “i love you.” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “i love you too.” you replied, your own voice trembling. you pulled him back down, capturing his lips once more.
the rest of the evening passed in a haze of kisses and touches, each one more intense than the last. you lost track of time, focusing only on the sensations and the connection between you. it was like rediscovering each other all over again, the bond between you growing stronger with every moment.
eventually, you both lay spent and sated, tangled in the sheets. katsuki rested his head on your chest, his breathing slowly returning to normal. you held him close, your fingers idly tracing patterns on his back.
“this was a good day,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “yeah,” he agreed, his voice sleepy. “let’s do this again soon.”
“definitely,” you said, a smile spreading across your face. “i wouldn’t trade this for anything.” as you drifted off to sleep, you felt a deep sense of contentment. no matter what challenges awaited you in the future, you knew that you could face them together. and that was all that mattered.
Hello, can you write fluff genya x GN reader with reader being affectionate with genya alone and he's pretty much too flustered to admit he likes it and pretends to be annoyed, but he gave in and kiss the reader to shut them up? I hope you have a good day! :)
𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓… 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂…
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
hi anon!! what a cute request, i love genya too, so i’d love to write this for you!! he’s the cutest. hope you enjoy this one-shot i made for him :) ఌ︎
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝
genya shinazugawa
the moon hung high in the night sky, casting a gentle glow over the quiet countryside. genya shinazugawa and you had taken a brief respite from the long journey, finding a secluded spot by a small, serene river. the world seemed to have faded away, leaving just the two of you in this peaceful, private moment.
you had always admired genya's strength and determination, but it was in these quiet moments that you truly saw a different side of him. as you both sat on a grassy knoll, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. his usually stern and serious demeanor was softened by the calm of the night, and you decided it was the perfect time to express your feelings.
you moved closer to him, your hand gently brushing against his. "you know, genya, you're really amazing," you said softly, your voice filled with warmth. "i don't think i say that enough. you work so hard and you always have my back."
genya glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his face flushing slightly. "stop it," he grumbled, though there was no real heat in his words. "i'm just doing what needs to be done."
you smiled, undeterred by his gruff response. "but i mean it. you're always so brave and strong, and i’m grateful to have you with me. plus, you look really good tonight."
he shifted uncomfortably, clearly flustered. "don’t get all mushy on me," he muttered, trying to hide the redness creeping up his cheeks.
you chuckled softly, finding his embarrassment endearing. you leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "i can’t help it. you’re too important to me, and i love showing you how much you mean to me."
genya’s attempts to act annoyed were increasingly futile as he struggled to maintain his composure. he looked away, his cheeks now a deep crimson. "seriously, stop it. you’re making me uncomfortable."
you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. "i just want to make sure you know how special you are to me." genya made a small noise of protest, but it was clear that his resolve was weakening. "i’m not cute." he mumbled, though his voice lacked conviction.
determined to break through his defenses, you playfully nudged him with your shoulder. "come on, admit it. you like it when i’m affectionate."genya’s face turned even redder as he tried to come up with a response. instead of arguing, he sighed and turned to face you, his eyes softening. "alright, alright. fine. just... just stop talking for a second."
before you could respond, genya closed the distance between you, cupping your face in his hands. his lips met yours in a tender, surprisingly soft kiss. it was a gentle but passionate expression of his feelings, and it was clear that he had given in to his emotions.
when he pulled away, his face was still flushed, but he managed a small, shy smile. "happy now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
you grinned, reaching out to touch his cheek. "yes, very much so. thank you, genya." he looked down, his expression a mix of embarrassment and contentment. "don’t mention it," he replied, though the faint smile on his lips betrayed his true feelings.
as the night grew quieter and the stars twinkled above, you both settled into a comfortable silence, the warmth of the shared kiss lingering between you. genya might have pretended to be annoyed, but it was clear that he cherished the affection you gave him, and you were more than happy to keep showing him just how much he meant to you.
Hello again!! I'm the anon that requested the demon slayer x low self esteem reader headcanons! And let me tell you i was not disappointed!! You truly are an amazing writer, that being said and I really hope you don't mind but I want to request more demon slayer x reader headcanons 😭 this time I would like if you could write for zenitsu, tanjirou and obanai? (separately ofc, if you dont write for obanai thats totally fine and you can just do zenitsu and tanjiro!) With (preferably fem) reader that loves complimenting them and showing them how much they appreciate being in a relationship with them? Giving them gifts, baking for them, making them handmade presents and love letters, etc. Just like total wifey material lol. I really don't want to overwork you or anything like that so seriously take as much time as you need with this request!!
-🫀 Anon
✨ 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔, 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎, & 𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒/𝐎 ✨
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
hi there again!! aww your last request was very fun to write!! thanks so much for requesting :) i hope you enjoy these headcanons as much as i do!! (it’s a bit short bc i’m sleepy oops) ఌ︎
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zenitsu agatsuma
— zenitsu is easily flustered by your constant compliments. he loves hearing how amazing he is, though he might blush and stutter in response. every compliment boosts his confidence and makes him more determined to be a better partner.
— he adores any kind of gift you give him. whether it’s a small trinket or something meaningful, zenitsu treasures it dearly. he’s always excited and a bit surprised when you hand him something, often making a big deal out of it.
— zenitsu enjoys baking with you, though he might need some guidance since he’s not the best cook. he loves eating the treats you make and will often try to help by taste-testing or offering to clean up.
— he’s deeply touched by handmade presents, often keeping them close. zenitsu sees them as symbols of your love and effort, and he might even show them off to friends, proudly declaring them as gifts from his amazing partner.
— receiving love letters from you is something zenitsu cherishes. he reads them over and over, keeping them in a special box or notebook. he might even carry a small note from you as a good luck charm.
tanjiro kamado
— tanjiro is moved by your compliments and genuine appreciation. he’s humble, so your words are a great boost to his spirit. he often reciprocates with heartfelt words of his own, praising your kindness and support.
— tanjiro values the thought behind the gifts you give him. whether it’s a new piece of clothing or a personal keepsake, he sees it as a reflection of your deep care and consideration.
— baking with you is a joyful experience for tanjiro. he loves the process of making treats together and sharing them. he also appreciates your baking skills and often praises your talent in the kitchen.
— tanjiro is deeply appreciative of any handmade presents. he sees them as a tangible reminder of your affection and is likely to keep them in a special place, showing them to anyone who asks about them.
— your love letters are cherished by tanjiro. he reads them with a gentle smile, taking comfort in your words. he might even write letters of his own in response, expressing his feelings and gratitude.
obanai iguro
— obanai is a bit reserved with his emotions, but your compliments make him feel deeply appreciated. while he might not always show it, he values your kind words and takes them to heart.
— he has a strong appreciation for well-thought-out gifts. if you give him something that reflects his interests or needs, he will be grateful and keep it close. he might also be a bit shy in expressing his gratitude.
— obanai is more likely to prefer observing or assisting rather than actively participating in baking. however, he does appreciate the effort and enjoys the results of your baking.
— handmade gifts are significant to obanai. he sees them as a symbol of your commitment and effort, and he is likely to keep them in a special place, even if he doesn’t always openly express his feelings.
— obanai values the thoughtfulness behind love letters, even if he doesn’t show it outwardly. he might keep them in a private place and read them in moments of solitude, finding comfort in your words.
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So I imagine a Reader and Bakugo are neighbours and their parents are friends so she’s known him since they were children but he dosent really care— anyways going to the future, reader confessed to Bakugo in middle school however since he dossnt get much attention from girls since they always ignore him he didnt know what to do and just reject her harshly, little did he know he started to develop feelings and it got worse when they both moved to UA💀.
How do you think he would handle the crush thing and treat the reader before or after the war?
˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃 ´ˎ˗
𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
hey everyone!! sorry i've been a bit inactive lately; things have been a bit hectic. but i'm back!! i hope you all enjoy this short one-shot of our favorite 💥 boy finally realizing he has feelings (what a shocker, i know). hope you're all having an amazing day or night, wherever you are! :) ఌ︎
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the sky was painted with the warm hues of the setting sun as bakugo katsuki walked back to the dorms of ua high school. he had just finished an intense training session, his muscles aching in a satisfying way. but his mind was far from the usual satisfaction he got from pushing his limits. instead, it was occupied by thoughts of you, his next-door neighbor and childhood friend.
he remembered the day in middle school when you confessed your feelings to him. the memory was etched in his mind, clear as day. he had harshly rejected you, not caring about girls or their feelings. back then, his only focus was on becoming the number one hero. he had told himself that relationships were a distraction, and besides, girls were usually scared of his brash personality.
yet, as he walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed. you had changed. he had changed. it started slowly, almost imperceptibly. a lingering glance here, a flutter in his chest there. at first, he chalked it up to irritation. you were always hanging around, always smiling, always making him feel things he didn't want to acknowledge.
but now, years later at ua, those feelings had only intensified. he found himself seeking you out, looking for your approval, your laughter, your presence. it frustrated him to no end. he was bakugo katsuki, damn it! he wasn't supposed to be distracted by anyone, let alone a girl he had once rejected so callously.
arriving at the dorms, he saw you sitting on the steps, your face illuminated by the fading sunlight. you looked up and smiled as you saw him, and he felt that familiar flutter in his chest. he scowled to hide his discomfort, but it was a poor disguise.
"hey, bakugo," you greeted him warmly, standing up and dusting off your skirt. "long day?" he grunted in response, avoiding your eyes. "what are you doing out here?" you shrugged, your smile never wavering. "just enjoying the sunset. it's nice to take a moment and relax, you know?"
he didn't respond, his mind racing. how could you be so calm, so unaffected, when he was a storm of emotions inside? he clenched his fists, the frustration bubbling up. he had to say something, anything, to clear his mind.
"why are you always so damn happy?" he blurted out, surprising even himself. you blinked, taken aback by his outburst. "well," you began slowly, "i guess i just try to find the good in everything. life's too short to be angry all the time."
"that's stupid," he snapped, but there was no heat in his words. he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "you... you're always around, and it's... annoying." you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "annoying? how so?"
he groaned, hating how he was fumbling with his words. "you just are, okay? ever since middle school, you've been this... this presence. and i can't get rid of you." you chuckled softly, and the sound made his heart skip a beat. "well, i live next door, so that's kind of hard to avoid."
he took a deep breath, his frustration giving way to a strange sense of vulnerability. "that's not what i mean," he muttered, looking away. "i mean, you're always in my head. i can't stop thinking about you, and it's driving me so damn crazy."
silence stretched between you, and he dared to glance at you, fearing your reaction. but your eyes were soft, understanding, and a small smile played on your lips. "katsuki," you said gently, using his first name, which only made his heart race faster. "are you saying you have feelings for me?"
he bristled at the directness of your question but couldn't bring himself to deny it. "yeah," he admitted gruffly. "i guess i am." your smile widened, and you took a step closer, your hand reaching out to touch his arm. "it's about time you realized it."
he stared at you, dumbfounded. "what do you mean?" "i've always had feelings for you, katsuki," you said softly. "even after you rejected me. i never stopped caring about you."
his heart felt like it was about to burst. he had been so blind, so focused on his goals, that he had overlooked what was right in front of him. but now, standing here with you, he felt a sense of clarity. "i was an idiot," he admitted, his voice low. "i didn't see what was right in front of me."
you laughed lightly, the sound music to his ears. "it's okay. you're here now, and that's what matters." he looked into your eyes, finding a warmth and acceptance that he had never known. slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached out and took your hand, holding it tightly.
"i'm not good at this," he warned, his voice uncharacteristically soft. you squeezed his hand, your smile reassuring. "we'll figure it out together."
as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in twilight, bakugo felt a sense of peace he had never known. with you by his side, he knew he could face anything. and for the first time, he allowed himself to embrace the feelings he had kept hidden for so long.
in the warm embrace of the morning sun, killua's gaze lingers upon gon, his dearest friend. as he watches gon's carefree laughter dance through the air like delicate petals in the wind, a symphony of admiration, gratitude, and an unyielding love rises within him.
to killua, gon is a celestial being, a guiding star that banishes the shadows of his past and illuminates his path with unwavering light. with every smile, every whispered word, gon weaves a tapestry of warmth and acceptance around killua's fragile heart, mending the fractures of a wounded soul.
in the hushed moments shared between them, killua finds refuge in gon's presence, a sanctuary amidst life's tempestuous seas. gon's laughter is a melody that harmonizes with the melody of killua's heart, his touch a healing caress that soothes the ache of old wounds.
as time unfurls its tapestry of days and nights, killua's love for gon blossoms like a rare and precious flower, its petals unfurling with each shared joy and sorrow. in gon's eyes, killua discovers a reflection of his own worth and resilience, a testament to the profound bond that unites their souls in a symphony of destiny.
beneath the vast expanse of the starlit sky, killua whispers his vows to the universe, a covenant forged in the depths of his being: to stand by gon's side, to protect and honor him with unwavering devotion, for in gon's radiance, killua finds his salvation, his purpose, his eternal love.
Hiii!! This is my first time requesting something from ur acc so I'm rlly sorry if I do something wrong. I would like to request demon slayer x reader headcanons (maybe zenitsu, tanjiro, and muichiro?? Idk if you have a character limit 😭😭) where basically the reader has a extremely low self esteem and can't rlly take or believe any compliments given to them? They r always kind of hyperfixated on the way they look and like feeling like they weigh too much. If this idea is upsetting or anything like that you can delete this request totally and please remember to take care of urself!! 💞
𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 …
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
hi there!! this is such a sweet request. i’d be happy to write it. we all know these guys would totally love you no matter how you look... hope you’re having a lovely day and that you enjoy these headcanons :) ఌ︎
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✧.* 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀
— it was dinner time, and you were sitting next to your boyfriend, zenitsu.
— he has this strange habit of watching you eat, i know, it's a bit weird. but hey, it just goes to show how much he adores you!
— and as he watches you, he can’t help but compliment you.
— “[name]-chaann you’re so cute~” he sighs dreamily, his hands resting on his chin as he watches you take another bite out of the rice ball in your hand.
— you glance at him and suddenly feel a strange sense of anxiety at his comment.
— why’s he calling you cute? is he trying to make you feel better because you look bad?
— you try to brush the thoughts away, but you can't help but lean your head down in embarrassment and reluctantly set the rice ball down.
— zenitsu notices this almost immediately. "[name]-chan?! why’d you stop eating?" he whines, reaching out towards one of your thighs.
— "um, i don't know... why are you calling me cute? do i look embarrassing or something?" you blurt out, and he stares at you bewildered.
— "huh?! not at all!! i would never think that!! you look so cute when you eat!! sorry—" he begins to ramble at your reply, urgently assuring you that's not at all what he meant and that he's extremely sorry if it came across like that.
— you just sigh and look down at the plate in front of you. you always worried whether you looked good or not...
— whenever zenitsu compliments you, you can't help but feel like he's just kidding... what if he's only with you because he feels bad for you? or what if he compliments you because he pities you and hopes to make you feel better? or...
— your head swarms with thoughts, but you're quickly snapped out of it as zenitsu repeatedly asks you if you're okay, how you're feeling, and why would you ever think he would think anything like that?!
— you look at him, blinking rapidly to try to regain your senses, and you sigh quietly. "it’s just... what if you don't mean that? like... you’re just complimenting me because... i look bad—"
— but before you could finish, he cuts you off, yelling and grabbing onto your shoulders. "what do you mean?! you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever laid eyes on!! i love you for who you are!! i would never lie to you like that," he rants, which brings a small smile to your face.
— "thank you, zen. i love you," you whisper as you nestle into his shoulder. he giggles nervously, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer.
✧.* 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎
— you were training by yourself outside when tanjiro saw you through the window. hurriedly, he finished what he was doing and began to head outside toward you.
— once he got into earshot of you, he noticed your smell.
— you seemed, anxious - perhaps even scared?
— he immediately rushed over to you and asked you what was wrong, but you looked perfectly fine!
— he was a little bit dumbfounded by your scent, and told you what he smelled on you. “something like anxiety, are you okay [name]-chan? we can go inside if this is too much for you.” he assures.
— you shrug it off as no big deal and continue to wack your sword through the air, and he just watches you.
— he couldn't help but feel a little upset that you brushed off the topic because scents never lie; however, realizing that you might not be comfortable talking about it, he decided to leave it at that.
— as his mind wandered, he also couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were, especially when you wielded your sword through the air.
— "your posture is amazing, [name]-chan. you look absolutely beautiful," he compliments, causing you to stiffen as you turn to face him.
— "huh? seriously?" you mumble, stumbling a bit. he catches on and notices a sudden shift in your scent - something's definitely up that you don't want to talk about.
"[name]-chan, are you alright? please, talk to me," he begs. you can't help but sigh at his question. "i’m fine, it's just... do you mean that? that i look good.." you stammer, feeling embarrassed. tanjiro watches your expression with a sad look on his face.
— “what do you mean? i meant exactly what i said, you look stunning when you swing your sword like that.” he adds, causing a small blush to form on your face.
— "what if I'm not good enough?" you ask, your voice wavering. his demeanor changes completely. "what? you’re perfect, [name]-chan," he gasps, rushing over to cup your hands in his. "don’t say that about yourself."
— you smile at his words, feeling a bit better. he notices your scent change to something more relaxing, which puts him at ease.
✧.* 𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎
— you were on a walk with muichiro when he stopped you, surrounded by the wisteria trees.
— "yes?" you shyly ask as he lightly grips your wrist, his soft eyes glistening as he scans your features.
— "huh... you look really beautiful next to all the wisteria trees," he compliments, a warm blush spreading across your face.
— "no im not, don’t say things like that," you gulp, and he looks at you quizzically - "what do you mean? it’s true."
— you stare down at the forest floor, the flowers blooming around you both has never made you more amazed until now - if you weren’t trapped in your own thoughts.
— he notices your uneasy behavior and questions you, "sorry, is what I said inappropriate?" cocking his head to the side, you whip your head toward him and quickly reassure him that what he said was fine - its just...
— "i don’t think that... these wisteria trees are much more beautiful than me," you admit. he sends a slightly shocked expression your way. after a moment of staring, he slowly processes his thoughts and gives you a mellow look.
— "don’t say that, you’re much more stunning than any wisteria tree i’ve ever seen," he confesses, and your cheeks tint an even darker shade of blush. "thank you, muichiro. you’re so kind."
— he smiles a small grin, pulling you closer by your wrist. “don’t ever think you aren’t enough, [name].”
Hello, umm, can you please tell me how you can write cute stuff with our beloved demon slayer babies, then angsty roller coaster with Bakugou and then drop a fricking nuke (referring to boobie lady Muzan fic) on us? Like that's ridiculous my friend.
I would love to request something, but I want to make sure of some things in advance if you don't mind.
Can I ask who exactly you write for from Demon Slayer? And is there someone you won't write for?
Is requesting smut with male reader fine and if yes, do you still have any limits to what you're comfortable writing?
Are things like long hair, horns, tail, being tall, having scars/big wounds, etc. allowed when requesting? Or should I request reader as "plain" as possible?
Thank you for answering. Sorry if I'm bothering you too much. 🩷
hahahah hello to you too!! i write for nearly every character in demon slayer, if there’s any point where i don’t write for a character — it’s probably because a) i don’t know them too well. b) they don’t have enough screen time for me to write them. (their personality, how they act, etc.) c) i don’t like their character at all. (although that is very unlikely, since i like every character in demon slayer lol)
yes, requesting smut with male reader is definitely okay — and i’m more than happy to write it!! and no, my limits go above and beyond, i barely have any stopping points. unless it’s about rape, (not the kinky bdsm kind lol) and or incest / drug use… it’s a no for me.
and let me clarify about the “kinky bdsm kind” … i do write for CNC. consensual non consensual. i don’t write for legitimate rape, where the requester wants me to write a scene where they’re screaming stop the whole time… definitely makes me uncomfortable. but, if anyone has cnc requests that both parties (the character and reader) are partaking in and know that the fic is 100% consensual and it’s just a kink, that’s fine. (and i would even add extra aftercare)
and please, make your character as unique as possible for me to write!! i love whenever people request things like: reader having a tail, horns, wings, etc. it’s very very fun and it allows me more creative flow, since i know exactly how to write the reader. when people are specific, it helps a ton.
and you’re totally not bothering me at all!! i love whenever i have active requests/followers. it makes me smile!! have a lovely day :)
hello, everyone!! before i start, i want to let you know that i have received all your requests, and they are currently being worked on. so, please don't worry, your requests will be posted soon. i hope you like this adorable idea i came up with!! :) ఌ︎
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✧.* 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎
tanjiro had just returned to the butterfly mansion from a mission. throughout his time away, he had written to you consistently. each letter was filled with sentiments like "how are you, [name]? i miss you so much." or "can’t wait to see you!" however, not once did he mention his own birthday, an occasion that you had remembered for him.
tanjiro, consumed by his duties as a demon slayer and his responsibilities towards nezuko, had seemingly forgotten about things like his own birthday. his mind being preoccupied with the challenges he faced, overlooking the importance of the occasion. however, this didn’t stop you from reminding him just how special this celebration really is!
as he walked through the grassy terrain, tanjiro took in the sight of the mansion before him, letting out a soft sigh as he entered the estate. before he could even glance around, you suddenly jumped out from behind a corner, accompanied by the hashiras, balloons soaring in the air, confetti poppers going off, and a large sign that read "happy birthday tanjiro!" his surprise was evident as he stumbled back, taken aback by the effort you had put into the celebration.
"wh—oh!! [name]?" tanjiro gasped, his eyes wide with awe as he gazed at everyone until a big smile slowly spread across his face. in a burst of emotion, he threw his arms out and pulled you into a tight, tired hug. you reciprocated, squeezing him with joy. "happy birthday, tanjiro! we all missed you so much!" you replied, smiling into his shoulder. tanjiro pulled back, meeting your gaze before turning to look at everyone again. "this is incredible, thank you guys so much..." mitsuri rushed over to join the hug, enveloping both you and tanjiro in her embrace.
"we’re so glad you're okay, tanjirooo!!~" mitsuri squealed, twirling both you and tanjiro around in her embrace before playfully dropping you both, leaving you a bit dizzy. "happy birthday!" she cheered, giving him a warm smile. the other hashiras also wished their birthday wishes to tanjiro before allowing him some time to freshen up. later, they went to opening presents, cutting the cake, and continuing the celebrations. it was undeniably one of the best birthdays tanjiro had ever experienced, and he wouldn't change a thing about it.
✧.* 𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀
inosuke was tired, mad, and starving all at once, and all he wanted was to see you. he had been away on some dumb mission for way too long, and he was really missing you. he stuck to you like glue, following you around everywhere, and thinking about you non-stop while he was away. inosuke wouldn't call himself clingy, but he definitely craved your company after being apart for so long.
finally reaching the butterfly mansion, as soon as inosuke caught sight of the building, he sprinted straight towards it. bursting through the doors, he shouted out for you, "[name]!! [na—" but before he could finish, he was swiftly tackled to the ground, causing his boar mask to go flying off his head. jumping up in a fit of rage at the sudden attack, inosuke was about to retaliate until he realized it was you. and once he saw you, he screamed.
"[name]?! what the hell is this?! i get you're happy to see me, but calm down, you idiot!" inosuke exclaimed, grabbing your shirt in a mix of affection and frustration. before he could continue scolding you, sudden confetti poppers and balloons startled him, causing him to jump back, pulling you along. shielding you from the noise, inosuke was bewildered by the unexpected chaos. birthdays were a foreign concept to him; he only knew that he got older and would start to look different, but that was about it. so when you wished him a happy birthday and hugged him, his confusion was evident.
"it’s your birthday, you dummy!! you were born on this very day, how does that make you feel?" you asked, placing your hands on your hips and cocking your head to the side with a mischievous grin. inosuke stared at you in bewilderment, genuinely confused. "what’s a birpduy?" he asked, standing awkwardly. rolling your eyes at his confusion, you clarified, "no, silly, birthday. it’s the day you were born! you celebrate it?" suddenly, it clicked. you were celebrating him, the king of the mountains, lord inosuke himself! the realization dawned on him - there's a day dedicated to him?! how incredible!
"oh, right!! the day where you all bow down to me!! lord inosuke, the king of the mountains!! hahah!! i should've seen this coming. hmph!!" inosuke declared proudly, standing tall and confident. you and the hashiras behind you looked at him with wide eyes, taken aback by his response. while inosuke may not fully grasp the true meaning of birthdays, at least he seemed to get the hang of it..?
eventually, you all decided to open presents and cut the cake, and inosuke was loving it. he practically took charge, ordering everyone around and enthusiastically devouring the cake until you intervened, telling him to slow down. later that night, as you both lay on your shared futon (inosuke clearly unaware of personal space), he turned to you and asked, "did you do all of that for me today?" you looked at him and replied, "i did it because it's a day worth celebrating, but also... because i missed you." in response, inosuke gawked at you giddily, pulling you into a tight embrace before promptly falling asleep, snoring loudly in your face not even two seconds later.
✧.* 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀
zenitsu woke up early in the morning, not ready for another day of awful training. when he noticed you were missing, he jumped up in alarm. tanjiro and Inosuke were gone too! where did everyone go?! in a panic, he dashed out of the room, sprinting down the hall and taking the corner too fast. suddenly, he crashed into someone, and the impact knocked him out cold...
after a few moments, he slowly blinked his eyes open, only to find you and the hashiras peering down at him. in your hands, a large sign caught his attention, while colorful balloons adorned the ceiling. as he fully regained consciousness, confetti poppers went off, balloons floated around the room, and festive chaos ensued. startled, he sat up abruptly, his heart racing with alarm, until he locked eyes with you and finally understood what was unfolding before him...!!
"wha—[name]?! is this for my birthday?!" zenitsu exclaimed excitedly, leaping into your arms. "ohhh myy [name]-chan~ you remembered my birthday!! i’m so happy!!" overcome with joy, he tightly embraced you, swaying you from side to side, not even pausing to let you catch your breath or offer birthday wishes. "zenitsu—happy—birthday..!!" you managed to squeeze out amidst the overwhelming squeeze of his embrace. finally releasing you, he pulled you in front of him, his face flushed with emotion. "this is the best gift ever!!" a shaky grin remained on his blushing face, his eyes shimmering with gratitude and happiness.
you chuckle at his silly reaction, playfully bonking him on the head with your fist as you grin at his happy face. the hashiras join in, making their way toward him to celebrate, opening presents, cutting cake, and enjoying the festivities. tanjiro and inosukes presence adds to the joy as you all hang out together, playing silly games like white elephant and charades. zenitsu’s birthday celebration definitely drained the energy out of everyone with all the fun and excitement.
as night fell and the quiet settled in, zenitsu took a moment to express his gratitude for the surprise, sharing with you how much it meant to him and how no one had ever done something like that for him before. he conveyed that he would treasure the memory forever, touched by the thoughtfulness and love shown to him on his special day.
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hello anon, i love this request .. i am also obsessed with lady muzans boobies, js wanna squish em (ofc he would crush my head if i ever put my hand near his beautiful chest) hope you enjoy this one shot + headcanons :) ఌ︎
♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı
muzan wasn’t unaware of your obsession; in fact, it was quite the opposite. your relationship with muzan had blossomed over favoritism, rooted in mutual respect. he admired your strength, your capabilities, and the unwavering loyalty you displayed towards him. he found himself drawn to these qualities, yearning to possess you as his most trusted servant.
muzan regularly rewarded you with generous amounts of blood in exchange for your dedication and hard work. one day, however, he decided to give you his blood in a different manner. assuming his female form to conduct a unique set of tests, muzan summoned you urgently. as you appeared before him, he turned to face you, gazing down with a tender expression.
“my, my, [name], how beautifully you’ve grown.” muzan remarked, observing you with a sense of pride. “i trust the eliminations of the remaining hashiras are proceeding well. have you brought me the samples?” “yes, master.” you replied promptly, bowing before him. with a graceful motion, you raised your hand, presenting a small, glistening tube containing a sample of blood.
muzan hummed in appreciation as he delicately took the tube from your hand, causing a shiver to run down your spine at the lingering touch. each contact with him felt like pure ecstasy, even if it was fleeting. muzan delighted in teasing you, savoring the effect he had on you.
“you’re very good, [name].” he purred, his voice laced with allure. “i might just have to reward you with some of my blood.” with a tantalizing smile, he began to make his way toward his nearby table, leaving you with a mix of anticipation and desire in his wake.
with each passing moment, your yearning for further contact with your lord grew more intense. you hungered for his touch and approval, the very sound of his voice was enough to send you over the edge. the cold blood he had shared with you coerced through your veins, driving your longing for more of his attention.
sensing your unspoken plea, muzan placed the tube of blood down before returning to your side. seating himself in the chair facing you, he exuded an aura of power, his presence captivating you.
as muzan signaled for you to meet his gaze, you obediently lifted your eyes to meet his. locking your gaze with his mesmerizing presence, a smile naturally graced your lips as you admired his perfection, your thoughts swirling with desire; causing a grin to tug at the corners of muzan’s lips, acknowledging the unspoken admiration.
in a swift motion, muzan slowly folded back his yukata, revealing his impressive chest as it spilled out of the fabric before you, a symbol of his power and dominance laid bare in your presence. the action alone would’ve made you fall to your knees if you weren’t already on them.
your mouth went dry as a lump formed in your throat, causing you to stutter out, “master, i—” before muzan interrupted you with a raised hand, signaling for you to approach him. your legs felt like heavy weights as each step you took a struggle as you slowly made your way to kneel right before your master. muzan moved a hand towards your jaw, his grip tight. he gazed intently at your face, a moment of silent communication passing between you.
without a word, he guided your face to hover just above his exposed breast, his commanding presence leaving you eager. “i want you to drink the blood from here.” muzan’s directive was clear, his voice hung with authority as you puckered your lips against his areola.
slowly, your hot mouth engulfed his nipple, causing muzan to twitch; which only fueled your desire more. you bit down lightly, being careful in order to not hurt your master. you sucked in, and that’s when the ecstasy hit you, his thick blood coerced throughout your mouth, over your tongue and down your throat. you couldn’t help but flick your tongue over his nipple every now and then as you sucked, a new lustful feeling taking over your senses.
muzan placed a gentle hand against the back of your head, soothing you as you drank from his chest. he usually didn’t hold back on how much blood he gave you, since you were his favorite. he leaned his head back slightly, brows furrowed, reveling in the feeling of your mouth on the sensitive area.
you bring a hand up to massage his soft, tender breast, encouraging more blood flow. you tremble with pleasure and power as you feel it coursing through your body. eventually, muzan has to push you off, a prominent bite mark surrounding his nipple, which quickly heals. he looks at you with his dark, feminine eyes, gazing deeply into your very being.
“my dear, you just can’t resist my breasts, can you?”
˗ˏˋ ✨ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ✨ ´ˎ˗
— ever since muzan let you drink from his nipple, you’ve been obsessed.
— and honestly, muzan has too.
— the way you instantly attach to him, massaging them as you drink…
— he’s mesmerized by your dominant behavior and proceeds to let you drink from his chest more often.
— at times, he may just alter his chest and not his actual appearance, allowing you to truly behold your lord and experience his aura as you drink from such an intimate place.
— one day, you asked your lord if he allows anyone else this privilege .. wether it’s just you and him, or shared with others ..
— he attentively considers your question as he senses the pressure on his chest intensify, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
— "my dear, do not ponder such matters so naively. you are aware that this is a highly intimate gesture that i would only permit you to partake in. you’re a good boy, [name]."
haiiiii!! this is my first time requesting so sorry if it like shows up weird or anything but..
I was wondering if you could write tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke and maybe genya (if you write for him ofc) reacting to a usually very aloof and stoic male reader genuinely smiling at them for once? like they told him that they loved him for the first time and instead of just ignoring them bro gave them the most gorgeous smile ever and was like “I love u 2 😊”
thank uuuu!!! sorry if it didn’t really make sense!
p.s I adore ur writing MWWWAH!!!
🤍﹒⪩ “𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐎” ⪨﹒🤍
𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
hii anon !! this is actually the cutest request ever. i’ll definitely write it for you !! and tysm, i adore you !! i hope you enjoy this one-shot and tell me what you think !! :) ఌ︎
♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı
✧.* 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎
“[name]… i—” tanjiro stuttered, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to find the right words. after nearly four months of wrestling with his feelings, he finally mustered the courage to speak the three words that had been weighing on his mind since the day you two started dating. “i love you.” his voice was filled with sincerity and vulnerability as he gazed into your eyes, desperately hoping for a positive response.
tanjiro didn’t expect much, especially not from you, given your typically stoic demeanor. as he nervously awaited your response, he observed the subtle shift in your expression from stoicism to raw emotion, causing his eyes to widen in astonishment. “i love you too, tanjiro!” you exclaimed, a radiant smile spread across your face as joy and affection filled your voice. his shock melted into a mix of relief and overwhelming happiness as his heart thumped with love.
“wha— [name]!” tanjiro exclaimed in disbelief, pulling you into a snug embrace, his arms wrapped securely around you. “i didn’t expect this, i love you so much, [name]. you’re the best boyfriend i could ever ask for.” overwhelmed with emotion, he held onto you tightly, cherishing the moment and the depth of his feelings for you. in response, you reciprocated the embrace, squeezing him back, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.
✧.* 𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀
“i really love you, asshole! so don’t die!” inosuke cried out, his voice filled with raw emotion as he cradled your seemingly injured body. you weren’t seriously hurt, but every time you got even slightly injured, he would freak out.
“inosuke, i’m fine—” you began to reply, but then stopped abruptly as his words sank in. you realized despite his rough exterior, inosuke truly cared for you in his own unique way. he might not fully grasp the concept of love, but his feelings for you were genuine.
looking up at him with wide eyes, you met the gaze of a his boar mask, feeling a surge of warmth and appreciation for the sudden declaration. without hesitation, you jumped up and wrapped your strong arms tightly around his neck, beaming with joy. “i love you too, inosuke!”
inosuke was immediately caught off guard by your enthusiastic reaction, especially considering the amount of energy you were wasting by squeezing him so tightly. despite his initial surprise, he couldn’t deny the overwhelming feeling of joy that washed over him as he felt you pressed against him.
“hey!! what the hell— you can smile?!” he screams, grabbing you by your shoulders and shaking you back and forth.
✧.* 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀
zenitsu had always been attracted to girls from the very beginning, his desperation evident as he clung to them, pleading for them to be his bride. you observed his antics with a mix of amusement and bewilderment, yet your genuine care for the boy remained steadfast, leading you to risk your life for him on numerous occasions.
as zenitsu witnessed the depth of your unwavering concern and selflessness, a newfound realization began to blossom within him — a stirring of emotions for his dear friend, [name].
after a while, zenitsu finally mustered up the courage to express his feelings to you. once you reciprocated, it didn’t take him long to pour his heart out. “i love you so much, [name]-chan! i’ll do anything for you!” he declared, taking both of your hands in his own and kneeling toward your face, his eyes filled with sincerity and devotion.
witnessing his heartfelt confession filled you with a burst of energy, and you couldn’t help but beam with joy. “i love you too, zenitsu!” you replied, your words carrying the weight of your own affection and gratitude. upon hearing your words, zenitsu was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face and snot rolling messily as he wiped it with the sleeve of his bed-shirt. “i promise, i’ll be good to you forever, [name]-chan!” he exclaimed, his voice choked with tears as his eyes reflected his unwavering commitment to you.
✧.* 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀
genya swallowed heavily, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to reveal his true feelings to you. you’ve been dating for eight months now, and he was terrified. with sweaty palms and a nervous expression, he faced you, the weight of his emotions hung in the air. this unfamiliar sensation was something he had never experienced before.
as you gazed back at him, your head slightly cocked to the side, your expression stoic and unreadable, revealing little of your own thoughts and feelings. “[name], i have something to say..” he declared, his voice tinged with nervousness, you watched him closely, noticing the flush that colored his face. your eyes locked onto his, silently urging him to continue.
“i.. i really.. love you, and.. i’ve truly appreciated these past few months we’ve spent together. you’re a really good guy, i really, really love you, [name].” genya confesses, his words filled with vulnerability. as he reveals his feelings, your expression swiftly transitions from stoic to joyful. without hesitation, you jump onto him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. “i love you too, genya!” you exclaim, causing him to stumble back slightly, caught off guard by your reaction; but smiling to himself as he witnesses your joyful side.
