#Demon Slayer x reader

[korilaschan]

tanjiro is feeling down

[married-to-google-translater]

Request: Hi! Since requests are open, could you do Kokushibo, Muzan and Gyutaro with a reader that is a shy introvert? And is not scared of him or anything is just that they are afraid of socializing

Muzan is here

Kokushibo is here

Gyutaro

By some miracle, you had gained Daki's favor and were spending time with her.

Daki forced you to spend time with her whether you wanted to or not.

This is how you and Gyutaro "met" for the first time.

Does it count as a guarantee if you don't know about his existence?

Eventually, you and Daki became so close that she wanted you to meet her brother.

This would be a bit of a questionable idea.

Even though you weren't directly afraid of him, you were still a bit shy.

Yeah, Gyutaro thought at first that you were shy because you were afraid of him.

When you said that wasn't the reason for your behavior, he wouldn't believe it.

He doesn't really believe in you.

How come you're not afraid of him?

Gyutaro believes that at least secretly you think of him as a monster.

This man's self-esteem is pretty low.

His faith in others would also be even lower XD

However, time would pass and you would still say the same thing.

Gyutaro might finally start to believe you.

[pxstelmxsings]

Men who kiss you like their very souls depend on it.

Men who pull you into the tightest embrace just to pull your breath into himself.

Men who wear the smell of your perfume from endless contact like a badge of the highest honor.

Men that you see your eyes as the center of his whole universe.

Men who have kissed every single one of your scars, no matter how big or small they are.

Men who know and respect that you can protect yourself. They will always be by your side as an equal.

Men just adore you no matter what you do.

♡ Deidara, Hidan, Rock Lee, Kiba, Choso, Gojo, Trevor, Lysandre, Guzma, Spirit, Stein, Sanemi, Akaza, Lotor

[bwabys-scenarios]

When Sanemi finally broke the news about having a wife, many of his colleagues seemed almost… worried for the woman. If you had been there, you may have been upset, because they didn’t know the Sanemi you knew.

Your Sanemi spent his nights fighting demons and his days in your arms, covering you in kisses and worshiping the ground you walk in. He was the most gentle a husband could be, holding your hand when you walked down flights of stairs and kissing the top of your head every chance he got.

Every single morning when he came back to you, he had something to show for it. Sometimes it was as simple as a piece of candy he bought while patrolling, or as extravagant as a shiny new hairpin or silk kimono. You would call yourself spoiled, but Sanemi would tsk and say you weren’t pampered nearly enough.

No one knew the gentleness of his hands, the soft caress of his lips like you did. Those hands that had slain so many demons held your hips down ever so gently as he fucked into you, promising that this time he’d give you that baby you so desperately wanted.

He’d kiss your temple after you were thoroughly stuffed with cum, then hold you close, tracing his finger along your belly. “That’s where our baby will be, sunshine.”

You couldn’t necessarily blame others for assuming your hulking man of a husband was a brute, he was covered in scars and had a resting bitch face to match, but you can’t judge off of appearance alone. That angry face melted into a content smile every time you held it in your hands, his arms moving to wrap around your waist.

If only they could see him through your eyes, maybe they wouldn’t judge so quickly.

[slut4sugu]

Gentle Giant, One of stone. — gyomei x femhashira!reader

꣑ৎ synopsis: what falling inlove with gyōmei himejima is like <3 ꣑ৎ including: tooth rotting fluff, kinda introverted reader, mitsuri being a sweetheart, confessions, mutual pining.

꣑ৎ BEFORE DATING

gyōmei himejima he had always stood out to you, not just because he was quite literally 7 feet tall. but because of the softly powerful energy Gyōmei had when entered a room. Though he wasn't one to boast or gloat like Tengen or Sanemi, he was reserved yet always helpful.

When you first became a Hashira, he was the first to commend you on your strength and heart to get to your position. Though you were a bit introverted with all the new faces at first, Mitsuri and gyōmei soon helped you get more comfortable with the others. Though when Mitsuri was off with Obnani or Shinobu, he would keep you company.

However there wasn't much conversation at first. You’d sit in the gardens together after missions, sometimes just listening to the wind rustle through the trees, and somehow, it never felt awkward. His presence didn’t demand conversation—it simply made you feel safe.

♡ somehow always had whatever you needed nearby; whether it be a sip of water, rice buns, or a hairtie, he seemingly had it all on standby

♡ would soflty remind you that your health is the main priority as a Hashira.

♡ whenever you'd spar/train with him he'd always ask if your alright immediately after.

꣑ৎ CRUSHING <3

now of course you couldn't exactly tell gyōmei that you discovered last night you had a big fat crush on him when you fell asleep on his shoulder, so you told the one other person you knew could help. "OH MY GOD REALLY?!" Mitsuri gasped so loudly that you swore a flock of birds fled the trees nearby. She nearly broke your wrists with how tight she grabbed them, green-pink curls bouncing as she leaned into your personal space like you just confessed to being in love with a god.

Which, to be fair… wasn’t entirely wrong. Gyōmei is handsome. Like stare at him while he's training hope he doesn't catch you handsome. To everyone else your a lovesick fool trying to convince herself she's not crushing hard on the stone hashira.

Looking at the ground you fiddled with your nails before admitting it. “Yeah…?” you mumbled, “EEEEEE!” she squealed, bouncing in place like an energetic bunny. “I knew there was something between you two! You always get this little look on your face when he says your name! It's so cute!”

You groaned, covering your face. “Mitsuri, please—”

“No no no, this is so good!” she beamed, already plotting. “Gyōmei so gentle and kind and, and he’s so observant—yknow I bet he already knows!” Ever since that afternoon you were a bit more on edge around the stone Hashira, even sitting next to him had your heart racing.

♡ noticing your sudden jumpiness and tense frame, he asked slightly worriedly if your nightmares had been doing a number on you again. you said no but, he's been keeping checking on you more since

♡ told you that if you needed comfort from your nightmares, to come to his quarters (he likes having you fall asleep on him)

♡ started to realize his own feelings when you hugged him randomly one day and murmured, "thank you for always being here."

♡ began to crave your touch more after that day but didn't know how to get it without being suspicious, but realized that it would make more sense to simply confess so, he did just that.

It was late afternoon when it happened—one of those unusually quiet days in the Butterfly Mansion gardens. You had just finished helping Aoi carry supplies inside, and decided to rest under the shade of a camellia tree before making your way back.

And of course, like the universe had a habit of doing, he found you there. You didn’t hear Gyomei's footsteps—he never made much sound—but you felt him. The same way you always did. His quiet presence was a steady waterfall: calm, grounding.

“I thought I heard your voice,” he said gently. You looked up, your heart already fluttering like it always did. “Oh uhm, sorry I just needed a second. I didn't mean to intrude."

“You’re never intruding,” he replied almost immediately. “This place is more peaceful when you’re here.” Before you could respond, he slowly made his way to sit beside you, folding his large frame with practiced grace. There was a beat of quiet. A few birds chirping. A soft wind brushing your cheek.

“I’ve been meaning to speak with you,” he said after a moment, hands folded on his lap, eyes still turned toward the quiet horizon. You glanced at him. “Is something the matter?”

“No,” he chuckled, so softly it was more of a warm breath. “Not at all. In fact… it’s the opposite.” Your stomach twisted and knotted as you prepared for the worst. His words came slowly, deliberately. “You’ve always been so kind to me. Even when you hadn't known me quite well yet. You stayed.”

You swallowed thickly, fingers clenching your knees. “That’s because you’ve always made me feel safe, and respected. Even when I told you about my dreams. You never tried to fix me or anything, just listened." You confessed softly.

He turned his face just slightly toward you. “I always will, I know you are more than capable of overcoming your night terrors on your own, you're stronger than most in that regard."

He said with a small smile, before pausing, a soft pink tint dusting his his cheeks as he said, "Though, I'd be dishonest in saying I don't wish for you to find solace at my side."

Your eyes widened at his words, words falling deaf on your tongue as you stiffened—just slightly, before asking, "Really?" He hummed in response, nodding briefly before continuing.

"What I have felt with you, what I feel when I'm in your presence..” he started, voice low, like he didn’t want to scare the truth away. “It's never fleeting not even for a moment, it’s evident, and strong. It's all I can feel when you're in my reach." You breath hitched as your heart rattled in your chest.

"If you'd allow it, I'd offer you the kind of care that you deserve. The comfort that I find in your smile when we speak." You blinked rapidly, tears pricking your eyes. His lips twitched faintly, almost smiling. “But, If I have misread the situation, please forgive me. It's just..if there is a place—for me in your heart, even a small one, I would be honored to hold it.”

Your answer came in a second, even with your voice quiet. Your words stood true, “You haven't misread me,” you whispered, barely audible. “I have feelings for you too, 'had for a while now.” Your gaze flickering from his face to your lap, still clutching your knees until his big hands came and took them in his calloused ones.

Gentle, warm, and so encompassing. His thumbs brushed slow circles over your knuckles, grounding you. “Then,” the Hashira said softly, reverently, “I promise to care for your heart. As you do for mine."

꣑ৎ DATING

♡ after waking from nightmares or rough missions, he'll wrap you in one of his prayer robes and murmur soft reassurances, letting you sleep on his chest while rain taps on the temple roof.

♡ grows flowers for you in his personal garden—saying he likes the idea of having something beautiful to give you, even if he can’t see them himself.

♡ loves when you hum. Even if you’re a little off-key, if you’re folding clothes or brushing your hair and absentmindedly humming, you’ll catch him not even trying to hide how soft his smile is.

♡ always falls asleep after you do, he typically does out of habit but seeing your sleeping face kissed by moonlight has certainly become another reason to wait <3

[looooochie]

“why do you only read (character) x reader fics?”

1. cause i’m a fucking narcissist and i don’t care if the story’s good, im not gonna read that if it doesn’t have me or y/n in it

2. i like it specifically when the character i am being shipped with’s feelings directed towards me y/n specifically

3. i never had a proper childhood

[hermusicpersona]

Giyuu Tomioka, who...

... First accepted the silence as punishment for surviving.

... Cried and sobbed at night, all alone, until all his tears ran dry and his heart stopped bleeding, but the shallow space in his chest was never healed and he remained cold and detached.

... Would only write to Urokodaki addressing him as "Lord", never feeling worthy of calling him "sensei" again after Sabito died.

... Would light up incense for Tsutako and Sabito, always looking down in shame when he stood in front of their shrines.

... Only let Urokodaki close to him after the Final Selection, his teacher who raised him being the only one who would hold him or pat his head.

... Cried to himself silently, in his room, after Urokodaki called him "his pride and joy".

... Clinged to the hope that Nezuko and Tanjiro would be okay after the day he saved them. Clinged to the idea that he was worth something, after all, if he managed to save the two children.

... Decided to kill himself after the final battle if Tanjiro did not survive. The only reason he did not drive his sword through his throat was that Tanjiro turned into a demon, and he had a duty as a Hashira once more. He was the first to react.

... Brought flowers to Mitsuri and Obanai's grave, smiling truthfully to them for the first time, despite them not being there to see it.

... Prayed to the Gods above to let him have only this - only the two children that he saved - alive and well, so he could finally consider himself worthy of living after putting his life on the line for them.

... Was trusted so deeply by Urokodaki that the moment he vowed to commit seppuku for Nezuko, the old man followed him through without hesitation.

... Was worthy, and loved, but he never truly felt it before the night they defeated Muzan.

[yup-thats-me]

—Sweet Like Cinnamon • K. Rengoku

✧˖°.pairing: cowboy!Rengoku x fem!reader ✧˖°.summary: ❝Rengoku's life is sweet like cinnamon as long as you're beside him.❞ ✧˖°.warnings: minor character death

cowboy!Rengoku who frequents that one saloon in town. The only one where you work as a server. And the man does not even drink. He just sists on the stool, gawking at you as you serve the customers with that all-winning smile of yours.

cowboy!Rengoku whose friends will nudge him and occasionally force him to take a shot. And he will not give in, not until you come to the table with a glass in hand and say in that gentle voice. "One shot, please?" You'd smile. "For me?" And the man is livid. He snatches the glass from you, downing the liquid in one go. But the liquor does not burn his throat like it's supposed to. But the blush on his face masks that from his peer's notice.

cowboy!Rengoku who will stay long after you've kicked out his friends. He does it so much that at this point, neither you nor your family questions it anymore. He tells you funny encounters he's had all day as you wash the dishes, helping you tidy up the bar.

cowboy!Rengoku who does not forget to ask you about the unfamiliar liquor. You'd only smile at him. "I couldn't see them pressuring you like that," You'd shrug, drying a glass mug. "That was just water."

cowboy!Rengoku who feels his chest tighten seeing how much you cared for him. And the man keeps bringing you flowers. Wild flowers but pretty nonetheless. Says, "They reminded me of you," as he hands them to you shyly.

cowboy!Rengoku who feels his blood boil the moment he sees some rowdy men getting handsy with you. He will not hesitate to start a fight in the saloon, or broad daylight if its the case. There was even a duel he'd had just before your saloon because the man refused to stay in his lane.

cowboy!Rengoku who will of course win but not unscathed. He had his head down as you tend to his cuts, disappointed. "Who told you to be so reckless?" You voiced, frustrated. The man mumbles something under his breath. "What? Not afraid to kill a man but cannot speak up?" You'd scold.

"He was being an asshole, had it coming," He'd scoff.

You sighed, bandaging him up. "I'm used to it, Rengoku. Men will be men."

And you see something click in his eyes as his gaze meets yours, a fire burning in them. "You expect me to let that man go after he harasses my wife!"

And you'd blink, red creeping up both of your necks. He clears his throat, turning his face to the side. "Future, future wife, I mean."

cowboy!Rengoku who is the happiest man alive the day of your wedding. He runs from the small church to his ranch with you in his buff arms all the way.

cowboy!Rengoku who gently sets you down on the bed, his big palms cupping your face as he carefully, gently, leans in, his lips meeting yours in the softest, most loving of ways.

cowboy!Rengoku who takes pride in doing the chores around the house. Be it doing the dishes or cooking up a quick meal, he's willing to help you in any way that he can.

cowboy!Rengoku who watches you feed the chicken as he cleans his gun, a soft smile playing on his lips. And when you enter the kitchen one evening with your hands behind your back, Rengoku sets down the food, already smiling like a lovestruck fool.

"What do you have there, pretty?" He asks leaning against the door. You'd grin, revealing a puppy. "Cute, isn't it?" You'd beam, eyes sparkling brightly.

"What're ya naming him, sugar?" he smiles, petting the puppy. Your eyes widen. Frankly, you hadn't thought he'd let you keep. Maybe for a day or two, but he never fails to making you fall for him all over again.

"Sugar!" You chirp, hugging the puppy close. "She's my baby, after all."

"Now I've got two sugars, huh?" He chuckles.

cowboy!Rengoku, who swears, will die a happy man as long as you're beside him, smiling like that.

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✧˖°.reqs are open⋆. 𐙚 ̊

[wisteria-bae]

“Reader has black hair and blue eyes-“

THEN ITS NOT AN X READER!!???

Edit below cut

Hey guys, so when I made this post, I was extremely frustrated and annoyed. Now that I’m way more mellowed out and had the chance to read a lot of reactions and responses, let me act my age and actually clarify some things.

First, I want to apologize to those who were deeply upset by my post. My post overall was towards those who claim they don’t write for a specific audience, and yet put specific descriptions in their work. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with adding certain details to your reader, such as gender or body type. The issue comes in when you don’t properly title and tag it as so, or completely ignore it altogether.

If you see my post as an eye opener and want to change up your work, then you have every right to do so, but please do not think that this is an attack or jive directed at you. It’s just that some of us readers want exactly as promised. That’s like blindfolding someone, telling them that you’re gonna feed them an apple, and then making them bite into a banana - peel and all.

I know some writers have said that they want to be more inclusive in response to my criticism. If that is what you truly want, then by all means, but I cannot stress enough: write what YOU want to write. Do not feel as though you’re being pressured to change what you put out; it’s just a means of how you categorize it.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, respond, and engage with my original post. I truly appreciate the perspectives shared, they’ve helped me see things more clearly and refine my thoughts.

[plvt0-booked]

Hear Me Out

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS X DEMON SLAYER/KIMETSU NO YAIBA crossover where an oc or reader part of huntrix gets isekai'd in the middle of hunting and is transported to Demon Slayer world and it isn't just singing and dancing anymore...

[korilaschan]

I can confirm this happened 🤓☝️

[vividly-vermillion]

I would like to participate in Kinktober again this year (I know it's early but I wanna be prepared)

But this time I would like to fulfill your kinkiest dreams and desires!!

Tell me what you'd like to see!! 🩷

Kinktober 2025 wishlist

[married-to-google-translater]

Hi! Since requests are open, could you do Kokushibo, Muzan and Gyutaro with a reader that is a shy introvert? And is not scared of him or anything is just that they are afraid of socializing

Kokushibo and Gyutaro will come later

Kokushibo is here

Gyutaro is here

Muzan Kibutsuji

How the two of you met was an eternal mystery.

You probably met during the time Muzan was pretending to be human....

you would also probably have some knowledge about blue spider lilies.

This would be the best way to get Muzan interested in you.

As you "got to know" each other better, Muzan became interested in you.

Got to know = Muzan forces you to talk to him

Mandatory exposure therapy :D

He notices that you avoid contact with other people until the very end.

But when you find out he's a demon, you just don't care.

He really doesn't understand this.

The whole idea seems incomprehensible.

He is the creator of all demons and one of the most powerful beings...

And you, human, are not afraid of him???

This would really hurt his ego.

It's going to take a really long time for Muzan to get over this.

However, Muzan needs you and this makes you interesting in a certain way.

You'd better help him...

If you don't, Muzan can't threaten you with demons.

However, he could force you to spend time with Douma :D

Douma is every introvert's nightmare

Nuclear option is the first option with Muzan

[furrensic]

I cry over this nightly

[levenlike11]

his hands come up to your cheeks and hold, looking- rather staring into your soul. you smile and your cheeks in his hands squish up making them look chubbier.

"wanna bite you." he says it still holding instense eye contact. you laugh and a faint smile appears on his face. "i missed you." his head drops on your shoulder and he takes a deep breath of your perfume.

"missed you too." you put your head on his, as if it hasn't only been less than a full day since you last saw each other. he thanks the owners of the place for the dim blue lighting in the dark room as it conceals the blush starting to make itself known on his face.

his hands that are hugging your figure travels down and down until they hit your waist and sneak under your top to caress your soft skin. every inch his fingertips touch burn with excitement and leaves goosebumps on his way.

"missed you so. damn. much." he sighs into your shoulder and places a small kiss on there, slowly moving upwards on your neck. you open yourself to him and throw your head back, enjoying his acts. his hands are softly scratching your back while he keeps kissing and nipping at your skin.

"show me how much you missed me then." you whisper near his ear and peck his lobe, knowing it makes his knees weak every time you do that. his attention is now diverted to your chin, biting it tenderly. "baby-" you whine when he licks the part he bit to soothe the pain he caused.

"my pretty thing. all mine." staring into your eyes again, he touches your nose playfully with his pointer finger. you close your eyes and lean into him, letting your lips touch gently at first. it doesn't take long until he's exploring your mouth feverishly, teeth clattering and tongues brushing against each other with lust.

you push him off of you for a second to take a breath but he chases after your lips and doesn't let you leave. you can taste the drink he previously had on his tongue and it mixes with the minty taste your altoids left in your mouth. he thinks he's found heaven, right here in your arms.

when he eventually pulls back, you can't help but giggle at all the lipstick stains on the lower half of his face. (and trust my word on this one, he wears it proudly until you force him to wash it off- which leads to another make out session, in the bathroom this time.)

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eren, jean, levi (aot) geto, megumi, toji, nanami (jjk) SUNARIN, hinata, iwaizumi, akaashi (hq) reo, chigiri, rin, sae (blue lock) draken, wakasa, mitsuya (tokyorev) giyuu, sanemi (demon slayer) and anyone else you'd like!

all feedback is extremely appreciated, sorry for the inactivity!🥹🫶🏻

[chericos]

men who are so sentimental and sappy it's PAINFUL

You’d always dreamed of your wedding—the venue, the bouquet, and, of course, your first dance.

you grew up watching your parents fall deeper in love with each passing year. spent days watching back through old family CDs of their wedding. of their first dance.

the video was practically worn out from the countless times you’d replayed it, watching their first dance over and over. you've practically ingrained it in your brain. every step, spin, dip, rhythm, the look of pure unbridled unadulterated love, that they shared between them. it was burned into your memory.

and naturally, you imagined yourself in their place. your arms wrapped around the person you'd spend the rest of your life with. your love. so when you met him. the man you couldn't envision a life without, you mentioned it. only once, in passing. and you never brought it up or thought about it again further down the line with planning.

so imagine the shock on your face, the venue packed with friends and family when the first notes of their song began to play.

he took your hand, his grip steady and warm, guiding you into the first step. for a moment, you hesitated, the familiarity of it overwhelming. but then he smiled, that soft, knowing smile that told you everything without a single word, and you let him lead.

the steps were the same. every turn, each twirl, the way he dipped you so perfectly, as though he’d practiced it for months (spoiler: he did). and you realized, as the music played on, this wasn’t just a dance—it was the dance.

when the song ended, you stood still, holding onto him tightly. “you’re unbelievable,” you said, your voice shaky.

“no,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I just love you.”

LEVI, ARMIN, NANAMI, SUGURU, CHOSO, AIZAWA, SHOTO, IZUKU, VANDER, JOUNO, KUNIKIDA, CHŪYA, NOÉ, KYŌJURŌ, ROY, AKI, AKAASHI, SUGAWARA, + your faves

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