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﹒⊹﹒ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ﹒⊹﹒

When Edward Cullen leaves, Bella Swan tries to cope by hanging out in La Push, bringing her friend Y/N along for the ride. There, Y/N meets Jacob Black for the first time and quickly notices a strange pull between them—one that’s hard to explain. While Bella distracts herself with risky stunts, Jacob seems more focused on Y/N, acting like they’re already closer than they really are. Confused by the intense connection, Y/N starts to wonder what’s really going on with Jacob and why he can’t seem to take his eyes off them.

ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1

The salty breeze from the ocean whipped through your hair as you and Bella pulled up to La Push. She’d been a wreck lately, and you knew why. Edward Cullen had left her. She didn’t say much about it, but the look in her eyes told you everything: she was desperate, clinging to any hope of feeling his presence again, even if it meant risking her life.

You had known Bella for a while, but it was only recently that you got closer, especially after she’d taken a sudden interest in visiting La Push. Of course, that was where Jacob Black lived—a mutual friend of hers and someone you had only heard about up until now.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” you asked as you parked the car, glancing over at Bella. Her hands gripped her seatbelt like it was the only thing holding her together.

Bella gave you a half-hearted smile. “I just need a distraction, you know? Jacob’s fun, and I… I just feel better around him.”

“Okay,” you replied, a little hesitant but understanding. You knew she was trying to cope with the loss of Edward, and if this was what she needed, you’d support her. Besides, you were curious to meet Jacob and see what he was like beyond Bella’s stories.

The two of you stepped out of the car, the chilly air making you wrap your jacket tighter around yourself. The waves crashed against the shore, and the smell of salt filled the air. You saw him waiting near the shoreline, his broad figure unmistakable even from a distance. He waved when he spotted you both.

“Hey, Bells!” Jacob called out, his voice light and warm as he walked toward you. His eyes flickered over to you, and you felt a strange heat rise to your cheeks when his gaze lingered a little longer than expected. “And you must be Y/N.”

You offered a small smile, feeling the warmth of his gaze. “Yeah, nice to finally meet you.”

Jacob’s grin widened. “Nice to meet you, too. Bella’s told me a lot about you.”

He stepped closer, and you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes seemed to soften when they met yours. For a brief moment, you felt an odd sensation, like the air around you both was charged, humming with something you couldn’t quite place.

As Bella and Jacob fell into conversation, you hung back a bit, observing. Bella seemed intent on trying out some of the stunts she’d been talking about, and it was clear that Jacob was a bit hesitant, watching her like she was a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at any moment. You couldn’t blame him. It was reckless, but Bella had always been that way—pushing limits, testing boundaries.

While Bella distracted herself with some daredevil attempt near the water’s edge, you found yourself alone with Jacob. You felt his presence closer than before, and when you turned to face him, his eyes were fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race. It wasn’t aggressive or intimidating, but rather… curious, like he was trying to memorize every detail about you.

“So, you and Bella hang out a lot?” he asked, his tone casual, but there was something in the way he looked at you—like he was seeing something he’d been waiting for.

“Yeah, lately more than usual,” you replied, feeling a bit flustered under his gaze. “She’s been having a rough time.”

Jacob nodded, but his eyes never left yours. “I can tell.” His voice dropped a little, a softness in his tone that you hadn’t expected. “But… it’s nice to have someone around who cares.”

You felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. “Yeah, she needs support.” You paused, glancing back at Bella, who was now attempting something near a cliff’s edge. “But she’s determined to do these things, no matter how dangerous.”

He stepped even closer, and the proximity sent your heart racing. “She’s lucky to have you looking out for her.” His expression softened, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people there. “I think… I’ll be looking out for you, too.”

You blinked, taken aback by his words. “Me? Why?”

He seemed to hesitate, like he was trying to figure something out himself. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the sand for a moment before meeting yours again. “But I feel… drawn to you.” There was a sincerity in his eyes, an almost desperate need to convey something he couldn’t fully explain.

It felt like the air between you and Jacob had thickened, and you struggled to find words. “Jacob, we just met.”

“I know.” He let out a quiet laugh, though his eyes still held that strange intensity. “But… it feels like I’ve known you forever.” His hand twitched, almost like he wanted to reach out and touch your arm but thought better of it. His expression was a mix of confusion and… something else, something deeper.

You swallowed, trying to shake off the odd sensation. “Well… I guess we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

Jacob’s smile returned, but there was a seriousness beneath it, like he was holding back something he desperately wanted to say. “Yeah, I think we will.”

From the distance, you heard Bella call out to him, and he gave you one last, lingering look before turning to her. But as he walked away, you couldn’t help but feel the strange pull he seemed to have over you, like something between you two had shifted—something you weren’t sure you were ready to understand just yet.

As he reached Bella, he kept glancing back at you, his eyes unreadable. You noticed how his body seemed to tense whenever he looked your way, like he was fighting some invisible force. The whole thing was confusing, but you couldn’t deny the way your skin tingled under his gaze.

Jacob’s gaze locked onto yours one more time, and it felt like everything around you disappeared, leaving only the two of you. He hesitated, his eyes searching yours, and then he looked down, almost like he was afraid of something. “Hey, Y/N,” he called out suddenly, making Bella stop and look between you two. “Would you… maybe want to come back here again sometime?”

Bella raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised, but you nodded, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Sure, why not?”

Jacob’s smile was brighter this time, almost like you’d just given him the answer he’d been waiting for. “Great. I’d like that.”

And for the rest of the day, even when Bella’s focus shifted entirely to her risky endeavors, Jacob’s eyes never left you for long. There was a look of determination, mixed with something deeper—something that felt as if, for Jacob, this moment was more important than you could ever understand.

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𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘?

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐗 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

The bell rang, echoing through the biology classroom as students shuffled to their seats. You hurried in, clutching your notebook and trying to find an empty desk. As you glanced around, your eyes landed on him—Jasper Hale. He sat near the back, staring out the window with a bored, distant expression, his pale skin almost glowing under the fluorescent lights. His tousled blond hair fell slightly over his forehead, and he had this brooding intensity about him that made your heart skip a beat.

You couldn’t help but stare for a moment, admiring how effortlessly cool and mysterious he looked. God, he’s cute, you thought, a soft blush creeping onto your cheeks. It was embarrassing how quickly your mind wandered, imagining what it would be like to talk to him, to be near him.

As you took your seat a few rows away, you tried to shake off the feeling, though your eyes kept drifting back to him. You didn’t know Jasper well—just that he was quiet, reserved, and kept mostly to his small group of friends. Still, the way he carried himself, so calm and collected, drew you in.

Jasper, who had been pretending to look out the window, was fully aware of the way your emotions fluctuated. He could feel it—your attraction, your nervousness, and the heat of your crush. A slow, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t used to feeling such genuine affection from a stranger. Most people were either intimidated by him or intrigued by the odd mystery surrounding the Cullens. But you… you found him cute, and it felt sincere.

It was hard for him to focus on anything else. The scent of your blood was enticing, as always when he was near humans, but there was something deeper—your emotions seemed to stir something inside him. You weren’t just a passing interest; you had a warmth about you that was pulling him in. He tried to calm himself, suppressing the pull, but the longer he sat in your presence, the more difficult it became.

A few days passed, and by some twist of fate, you and Jasper were paired for a biology project. The idea of spending more time with him made your stomach flutter with excitement, though you did your best to hide it. Jasper, however, could feel every little rush of nervous energy you had, and it was driving him wild in a way he hadn’t anticipated.

The first time you worked together after school, he was almost unnervingly polite. His golden eyes focused on you with a strange intensity that made you feel like the only person in the room, but it was his smile—a soft, almost shy smile—that made your heart race.

Over the next few days, you two met more often. You talked more, sometimes even about things outside of the project. You found Jasper to be surprisingly thoughtful and kind, though there was always a tension in the air. Whenever his hand brushed yours while reaching for a pen or when your eyes met for too long, you couldn’t help but feel like there was something simmering beneath the surface. Little did you know, Jasper felt it too.

He was fascinated by you—by the emotions you stirred within him, by the way your heart raced whenever you were near. He had never let himself get this close to someone human, but there was something about you that made it impossible to resist.

One evening, after another study session, you walked together in the twilight outside the school. The sky was streaked with pink and orange, casting a warm glow over the trees. You felt a strange tension in the air, the kind that made your skin tingle. As you turned to say goodbye, Jasper stepped closer, his eyes darker than usual, filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Jasper?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes. He could feel the surge of anticipation rolling off you, and it was intoxicating. Without thinking, he reached out, gently cupping your face with his cool hand. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn’t pull away. In fact, you leaned into it, your breath hitching.

“I… I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” he murmured, his voice low and hesitant, his country twang sprang with a rough edge to it as though he was struggling to keep control.

Before you could respond, Jasper closed the gap between you, his lips pressing against yours in a soft but intense kiss. The world seemed to fade around you, and all you could focus on was him—the feel of his lips, the way his hand held you like you were something fragile, precious.

But something changed.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent. Jasper’s grip on you tightened slightly, and though his lips were soft, there was an underlying edge to them. A low growl rumbled in his chest, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. You gasped, pulling back slightly, but before you could say anything, his lips found your neck.

“Jasper…?” you whispered, a hint of uncertainty creeping into your voice.

But it was too late. He had been holding himself back for too long. The smell of your blood, the intensity of your emotions—it was overwhelming him. He pressed his lips to your neck, and for a brief moment, it felt like a tender, almost romantic gesture. Then, you felt a sharp pain.

“Jasper!” you cried out, instinctively pushing against him.

He pulled back immediately, his eyes wide with horror. Blood trickled from the small puncture wounds on your neck. His lips, now tinged with red, trembled as he realized what he had done.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—” His voice was strained, filled with guilt.

You touched your neck, still in shock, feeling the warmth of your own blood. Your heart pounded in your chest, but strangely, you weren’t as afraid as you thought you should be. Maybe it was the way he looked at you—broken, desperate for forgiveness.

“Jasper…” you whispered, trying to steady your breath.

He backed away, his body tense, like he was fighting some inner battle. “I shouldn’t have—I’m so sorry. I’ll fix this. Just… don’t be afraid.”

But you weren’t. Not really. Because even though your neck throbbed and you could still feel the sharp sting of his bite, there was something else lingering—the feeling that, somehow, this was the beginning of something deeper between you and Jasper.

And despite everything, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you didn’t want it to end.

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[yuff7e]

hi everyone, i have no idea if my last post posted — because i literally cannot find it anywhere — anywho, i was replying to someone that asked if i could make a writing list of what im currently working on so far, since they had requested me a long time ago and were curious to see if it was being worked on (it is, i truly have so many requests it’s crazy — love u guys though!! keep requesting!! no need to stop!!) but when i posted the post it just disappeared and i’ve waited for about 2 days refreshing my blog and nothing has popped up…

hopefully whoever it was that asked me that (they were anonymous, so i have no clue lol) i’m really sorry, i’m trying my best to get to everyone — and i have not forgotten about you!! just know if you’ve requested me and it’s been a little over a week or two — please know i’m working on it!!

here’s what everything looks like right now, and as i said — i promise im getting to everything. i’m sorry if it takes me longer to get through everyone, but i’m trying!! (i have adhd, so it’s really hard to stay motivated and stay on top of everyone’s requests, but i love writing!! so that’s what keeps me active and continuing to interact with everyone!! so please don’t be upset with me, i really am trying my best)

and by the way!! i’ve updated my “what i write” in my introduction at the top of my blog :)

to give it to you shortly, i’ve added ddlc as something i write for now!! (i’ve been a fan since i was 11, but i totally forgot about it up until now — so if any of you have any ddlc requests go ahead and request!! i also do ddlc genderbend)

have a lovely day!! and again i do apologize for my flip floppy behavior when it comes to being active if you feel i’m doing so… school is about to start for me personally, so it’s also getting a little nerve wracking in my personal life having to get through everything school wise so far!! please bear with me, as i said i’m trying my best!!

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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.

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Yay! Okay so I'm gonna try this.

Could I please request Tanjiro, Inosuke, Giyu, and Sanemi with a demon male reader with:

...Damaged horns?

Bit of a backstory:

He's a kind demon with healing blood that can cure any illness and help to heal any injury. This also got him to be caught and held captive by humans and "work" in one of the local hospitals. And also because he was a demon and people hate demons.

People treated him badly, putting cuffs and chains on his feet, hands, and mainly on his horns, damaging them in the process. After some time people realized he's not bad and both sides made an arrangement...reader will have a source of food and shelter while continuing to help humans.

His horns used to be long, shiny, and just pride itself but now they look even worse than a rock by a sidewalk. Not only does it affect his self-esteem but it also causes him bad headaches.

The request:

Reader is healing slayers's small injuries until a headache strikes and our demon slayers comfort him (they know about his past and self-esteem) and show a gentle love to his horns as well. Maybe how would they show their love and care to reader and his horns differently.

Also the demon change made reader as closely tall as Gyomei, no matter the gender (if you decide to make this genderneutral).

Thank you so much for the opportunity. 🩷🩷

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒: 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

— heyy charliedakotariley!! sorry this took forever, i’ve been a bit inactive these past few days but im slowly coming back!! i hope this was what you wanted, enjoy :)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝

tanjiro -> inosuke -> giyuu -> sanemi

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

tanjiro kamado

you’re kneeling beside a wounded villager, your healing blood working its magic to close the injury. as the skin begins to knit together, you suddenly feel a sharp headache, causing your large frame to tremble.

“are you alright, [name]?” tanjiro’s voice is soft and filled with concern as he notices your distress.

“just a headache,” you manage to say, trying to brush it off, but tanjiro isn’t convinced. he’s aware of your past, the harsh treatment you endured, and how it has left its mark on you, especially your horns. without hesitation, he places a gentle hand on your shoulder and helps you to sit down.

“let me see,” he says softly. he carefully touches your horns, feeling the rough, jagged edges where they have been damaged. his touch is tender, almost reverent, as he explores the scars.

“it’s okay,” tanjiro whispers, his voice soothing. “you don’t have to be strong all the time. you’re allowed to hurt.”

his fingers trace the grooves and ridges of your horns with a delicate touch, not shying away from the damaged parts. instead, he focuses on them, showing you that he loves every part of you, including your scars and imperfections. you can’t help but feel a deep sense of comfort from his care.

you close your eyes, allowing yourself to lean into his touch. the warmth of his hands begins to ease the tension in your head, filling you with a sense of peace that you haven’t experienced in a long time. tanjiro’s presence is calming, and his compassion is healing in itself.

“thank you,” you murmur, your voice thick with emotion, feeling tears of gratitude well up.

“you’re not alone,” tanjiro replies with a reassuring smile. “i’m here for you, always. no matter what.”

inosuke hashibira

inosuke barges into the room, his usual boisterous demeanor suddenly faltering when he sees you clutching your head in pain. the injured demon slayer, whom you’ve been healing, looks on with concern.

“hey, what’s wrong with you?” inosuke demands, though the worry in his voice betrays his tough exterior.

“it’s just...a headache,” you manage to say, your voice strained from the pain. inosuke’s frown deepens, and without saying another word, he stomps over and sits beside you.

“let me see,” inosuke says gruffly, his voice softer now. he reaches out to touch your horns, his touch surprisingly gentle as he traces the jagged edges. he’s heard about the mistreatment you suffered, and he knows how much it still affects you.

“they hurt, don’t they?” inosuke asks, his voice uncharacteristically calm.

you nod, unable to speak through the pain. inosuke’s rough fingers continue their gentle exploration, not flinching away from the scars. he looks at you with an intensity that softens as he continues.

“you’re strong,” inosuke says after a moment, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “stronger than anyone i know.”

the unexpected praise catches you off guard. you look up to see inosuke staring at you with fierce determination, and his sincerity is almost overwhelming.

“don’t let anyone make you feel less,” inosuke continues. “your horns, your scars, they’re part of you. and i like you the way you are. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

the sincerity in inosuke’s words brings tears to your eyes. you lean into his touch, letting the pain ebb away, feeling a new sense of acceptance and warmth from his words.

“thank you, inosuke,” you whisper, your voice choked with emotion.

“yeah, yeah. just don’t forget it,” inosuke grunts, though there’s a softness in his tone.

giyuu tomioka

giyuu watches as you finish healing his wound, the cut on his arm closing seamlessly. he notices the moment you wince, your large frame jolting slightly from the pain of your headache.

“is something wrong?” giyuu asks, his voice calm and even, his eyes never leaving you.

“it’s nothing, just a headache,” you reply, though giyuu can see through your attempt to downplay it. he’s aware of your past, the mistreatment you’ve faced, and how it has left lingering effects, including the headaches. without a word, he moves closer and helps you sit down.

“let me help,” giyuu says softly. he reaches out to touch your horns, his fingers tracing the jagged edges with a tenderness that belies his usually stoic exterior. his touch is light, almost reverent, as he feels the damage.

you tense at first, but giyuu’s gentle touch quickly soothes you. the pain in your head starts to fade, replaced by a soothing warmth. giyuu’s presence is calming, and his compassion is deeply comforting.

“your horns are beautiful,” giyuu says quietly, his eyes meeting yours with genuine affection. “they show your strength, your resilience. don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise. they’re a part of you, and that’s something to be proud of.”

the sincerity in giyuu’s voice brings tears to your eyes. you’ve never heard such words spoken about your horns, never felt such gentle acceptance and care. it’s a balm to your wounded spirit.

“thank you,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

giyuu simply nods, his fingers still tracing the contours of your horns. “you’re not alone. i’m here for you, no matter what.”

sanemi shinazugawa

sanemi watches as you heal the wound on his leg, the torn flesh knitting back together under your touch. he notices the moment you wince, flinching from the headache.

“what’s wrong?” sanemi asks, his voice rough but laced with concern.

“it’s just a headache,” you reply, trying to brush it off. but sanemi isn’t convinced. he knows about your past, the mistreatment you endured, and how it has left you with lingering effects, including these painful headaches. without a word, he moves closer and helps you sit down.

“let me see,” sanemi says gruffly. he reaches out to touch your horns, his fingers surprisingly gentle as he traces the jagged edges. he feels the rough, scarred surface with a careful touch, his usual harshness softened by an unspoken empathy.

“they did this to you,” sanemi says quietly, his voice filled with a mix of anger and sorrow.

you nod, unable to speak through the pain. sanemi’s touch is surprisingly tender, his rough hands moving with care and precision. his gaze is intense, but there’s a gentleness in his actions that contrasts with his usual demeanor.

“your horns are a part of you,” sanemi says after a moment, his voice softening. “they’re a sign of your strength, your resilience. don’t let anyone make you feel less. they’ve tried to hurt you, but you’ve survived. that’s something to be proud of.”

the sincerity in sanemi’s words brings tears to your eyes. you lean into his touch, letting the pain fade away, feeling a newfound sense of acceptance and understanding.

“thank you.” you whisper, your headache fading almost instantly.

sanemi simply nods, his fingers still tracing the contours of your horns. “you’re not alone. i’m here for you.”

[yuff7e]

hii!! I just recently came across your writing and I love them?!?! could you please write about katsuki with a trans man reader that has a quirk that gives them wolf ears and a tail?? I know this is like reaaaally specific but ssshhhhh 😚

— 🐾 annon

˚₊‧꒰ა✨ 𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 ✨ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

— hii 🐾 anon!! i love this, it’s so cute!! i kinda let my creativity flow with this, so i hope you enjoy. i love katsuki requests guys, they’re the best!! also, for everyone wondering i do write for trans reader!! so if any of you have any trans reader requests send them in, i’ll try my best to portray it!! :) ఌ︎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝

katsuki bakugo

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

you’d always known life would be challenging, but you never anticipated just how complex things would become. being a trans man in a society filled with quirks was one thing; having your quirk manifest wolf ears and a tail was another. it was both a gift and a curse, a part of you that you embraced yet found difficult to manage in social situations.

still, you persevered, determined to become a hero and make a difference. your journey led you to u.a. high school, where you met katsuki bakugo. known for his explosive temper and fierce determination, bakugo initially seemed like someone you’d struggle to get along with. but beneath his rough exterior, you saw a spark of something else – an unwavering sense of justice and an undeniable strength.

the first time you met bakugo, he barely glanced at you. it wasn’t until a training exercise forced you to work together that he took notice. you were in the middle of a simulated battle when your quirk activated, your wolf ears twitching and tail swishing as you dodged and attacked with agility and precision.

“hey, wolf-boy!” bakugo yelled, smirking. “think you can keep up?” you matched his smirk with one of your own. “i’m not the one falling behind, bakugo!”

from that moment on, a strange camaraderie developed between you. despite his harsh exterior, bakugo began to respect your abilities and the way you carried yourself. you, in turn, found his unyielding confidence and raw power inspiring. training together became a routine, each session pushing you to your limits and beyond.

one day, after a particularly grueling session, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the training field, panting heavily. your ears twitched at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you looked up to see bakugo standing over you, a rare look of concern on his face.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice gruff. you nodded, wiping sweat from your brow. “yeah, just... a bit tired.” bakugo plopped down beside you, uncharacteristically silent for a moment. “you’re strong, you know that?” he said finally.

you blinked, taken aback by the unexpected compliment. “thanks, bakugo. that means a lot coming from you.” he grunted in response, staring out at the horizon. “what’s it like... having a quirk like yours?”

you shrugged, your tail curling around your leg. “it’s... complicated. it makes me stand out, which isn’t always easy. but it’s a part of who i am, and i’ve learned to embrace it.” bakugo nodded thoughtfully. “must’ve been tough.”

“yeah, but everyone’s got their struggles, right?” you replied, smiling softly. he looked at you then, his eyes searching yours. “you’ve got guts, wolf-boy. i respect that.”

over time, the bond between you and bakugo deepened. he became someone you could rely on, a pillar of strength and support. he never treated you differently because of who you were or your quirk, and that acceptance meant more to you than words could express.

one evening, as the sun set over u.a., you and bakugo sat on the rooftop, the city’s lights twinkling below. the air was crisp, your ears twitching at the sounds of the bustling city.

“hey,” bakugo said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. “there’s something i need to tell you.” you turned to him, curiosity piqued. “what is it?”

he hesitated, a rare moment of vulnerability crossing his features. “i... i care about you, [name]. more than i’ve cared about anyone in a long time.”

your heart skipped a beat, warmth spreading through your chest. “bakugo, i...” he cut you off, shaking his head. “let me finish. i don’t care what anyone else thinks. you’re strong, brave, and... you mean a lot to me. i just wanted you to know that.”

tears welled in your eyes, and you smiled through them. “i care about you too, bakugo. more than i can say.” he reached out, his hand finding yours. “we’ll face whatever comes together, alright? no matter what.” you squeezed his hand, feeling the truth in his words. “together.”

weeks turned into months, and your bond with bakugo only grew stronger. the two of you became an unstoppable team, complementing each other’s strengths and covering each other’s weaknesses. despite his gruff demeanor, bakugo showed a side of himself to you that few others ever saw – a side that was caring, protective, and deeply loyal.

one day, during a particularly intense training exercise, you found yourself pinned by a powerful attack. your body ached, and your vision blurred, but you refused to give up. through the haze, you saw bakugo charging towards you, his expression fierce and determined.

“hang in there, [name]!” he shouted, blasting the enemy away with a powerful explosion. you struggled to your feet, your ears twitching as you caught your breath. “thanks, bakugo. i won’t let you down.”

with renewed determination, you fought alongside him, your movements perfectly in sync. the battle was fierce, but together, you emerged victorious. as the dust settled, you looked at bakugo, your heart swelling with pride and gratitude.

“we did it,” you said, panting heavily. he nodded, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “damn right we did. you were amazing out there.” you blushed, your tail wagging slightly. “couldn’t have done it without you.”

as the days passed, you found yourself growing closer to bakugo in ways you never imagined. he became your confidant, your partner, and your best friend. the walls he had built around himself began to crumble, and you saw the depth of his emotions – his fears, his hopes, and his dreams.

one night, as you sat on the rooftop watching the stars, bakugo turned to you, his eyes filled with a rare softness. “[name], i... i’ve been thinking a lot lately.”

you looked at him, your heart pounding. “about what?”he took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. “about us. about what we have. i don’t want to lose it. i don’t want to lose you.”

tears welled in your eyes, and you reached out to take his hand. “you won’t lose me, bakugo. i’m not going anywhere.”

he squeezed your hand, his grip firm and reassuring. “good. because i... i love you, [name]. more than anything.” your heart soared, and you smiled through your tears. “i love you too, bakugo. with all my heart.”

he pulled you into his arms, holding you close as the stars shone brightly above. in that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. with bakugo by your side, you were ready for anything.

[yuff7e]

Hi this's my first time I requested to your acc so I hope I do it right.

I want to request Obanaixfem.reader that we are childhood friends that have some cute love promise together, but reader kinda move away so they lost contact.

Years pass they meet at demon slayer corps but he don't really remember her so reader select to let it pass, but kaburamaru remember her and approach her. That make him realise who is she.

Well let's say this make he confused who to choose between mitsuri and reader.

(This can end here but if you want more angst you can make reader go to protect Mitsuri from demon because she think Obanai like her and end up badly injured.)

Other is up to you. Feel free to ignore this if it make you uncomfortable.^^

𝐑𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒

𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

aww anon this is so sweet!! i love anything related to obani and mitsuri and this was actually really fun to write, probably one of my favorite requests so far, hope you enjoy this one-shot :) ఌ︎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝

obani iguro -> mitsuri kanroji

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

the sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the demon slayer corps headquarters. the years had been unkind to you, marked by the grueling training and countless battles against demons. yet, the memory of a boy with mismatched eyes and a snake companion never left your heart.

obanai iguro. your childhood friend, your first love. before your family moved away, you made a promise to each other – a promise to meet again and protect each other from any harm. life, however, had its own plans. the years separated you, and the memories began to blur.

returning as a fully-fledged demon slayer, you found obanai among the ranks. but something was different. his once vibrant eyes now carried a depth of sorrow, and his demeanor had grown colder. worse, he didn't seem to recognize you at all. deciding to let the past remain in the past, you focused on your duty.

days turned into weeks, and you found solace in your duties, though your eyes would often wander to obanai and his companion, mitsuri kanroji. their bond was apparent, and the warmth between them made your heart ache. still, you kept your feelings hidden, even as they threatened to consume you.

one evening, while walking through the headquarters, you felt a gentle nudge against your leg. looking down, you saw kaburamaru, obanai’s snake, coiling around you affectionately. his eyes seemed to recognize you, sparking a flood of memories.

obanai approached, confusion etched on his face as he watched kaburamaru's behavior. “kaburamaru... what’s gotten into you?” you smiled softly, reaching down to pet the snake. “hello, kaburamaru. it’s been a long time.”

recognition flickered in obanai's eyes, and a myriad of emotions crossed his face – confusion, realization, and something unspoken. “[name]...?” you nodded, a bittersweet smile playing on your lips. “yes, it’s me.”

before either of you could say more, an urgent cry for help echoed through the headquarters. mitsuri was engaged in a fierce battle with a powerful demon. without a second thought, you ran toward the commotion, heart pounding.

arriving at the scene, you saw mitsuri struggling. the demon's attacks were relentless, and she was barely holding her ground. obanai was nowhere in sight, likely engaged elsewhere. knowing his feelings for mitsuri, you couldn’t let her fall.

summoning all your strength, you leapt into the fray, placing yourself between mitsuri and the demon. “hang on, mitsuri! i’ve got you!”

the battle was fierce, and the demon's strength was overwhelming. you fought valiantly, but a particularly brutal attack left you badly injured, blood staining the ground beneath you. mitsuri's horrified scream was the last thing you heard before darkness claimed you.

when you awoke, you found yourself in the infirmary, your body aching and bandaged. through the haze of pain, you saw obanai sitting beside your bed, his eyes filled with worry and guilt.

“you’re awake,” he whispered, relief evident in his voice. you managed a weak smile. “mitsuri... is she alright?” obanai nodded. “thanks to you, she’s safe. you saved her life, [name].” his voice broke, and he took your hand in his. “i’m sorry... for everything. for not recognizing you, for the years we lost... and for putting you in a position where you felt you had to protect mitsuri.”

tears welled in your eyes. “i thought you loved her. i couldn’t let anything happen to her because of that.” obanai shook his head, his grip on your hand tightening. “mitsuri is dear to me, but she’s not... you. seeing you again, realizing who you are, has brought back everything. i’m so sorry for not being there, for losing contact. but i don’t want to lose you again.”

his words were a balm to your aching heart, and you felt a flicker of hope. “i never stopped caring for you, obanai. i just... i didn’t know how to reach you.”

he leaned closer, his forehead resting gently against yours. “we have another chance now. let’s not waste it. i want to try again, to be there for you as i should have been.”

tears fell freely now, but they were mixed with a smile. “i’d like that. i’d like that very much.” as the sun rose, casting a new day’s light into the room, you felt a weight lift from your heart. the future was uncertain, but with obanai by your side, you were ready to face it together.

[yuff7e]

Just found this blog and OMG I LOVE IT, 🫵YOU ARE AWESOME 🤩

Anyways um, I have a birthday next month and I had an idea for a few of my favs (only a few because I don’t want to stress you out-)

May I kindly ask for male (human) reader x Gyutaro, Gyokko, Hantengu (Main body), and Karaku [separate] (sorry if this is too much) where they take the reader out on a surprise date for his birthday and just treat him really nicely!….and uh, they get a little spicy afterwards~ (mostly teasing so that the “fun” is saved for his special day)

Again, sorry if this is too much, but thank you so much if you get this!

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒: 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

hi there speadrunner!! and thank u so much!! this request is the cutest, and i hope you enjoy these one-shot’s i made for you for each character :) (im going to be honest, i’ve never wittten for these specific demons before so i hope i made them somewhat accurate but also sweet - because knowing them they’re all so erratic in their own way i tried to make them chillax a bit lol—also no gender was really specified, so it could be gender neutral if wanted but i couldn’t really think of anything to make it too male specified…) ఌ︎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝

gyutaro -> gyokko -> hantengu (main body) -> karaku

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

gyutaro

gyutaro’s fingers grazed the edge of the ornate box containing a beautifully wrapped gift. his usual stern demeanor softened as he glanced at the clock, noting that the time was nearly perfect. it was your birthday, and he had planned something special, though his expression rarely revealed his excitement. after all, he wanted to make sure you felt cherished on this special day.

he had secretly arranged for a night out in a serene, secluded spot far from the hustle and bustle of the demon-infested world. as the sun began to set, he took you by the hand, guiding you to a lavishly decorated spot in the woods. lanterns hung from the trees, casting a soft glow that danced in the twilight. a lavish picnic was laid out, with an assortment of your favorite foods carefully prepared by gyutaro himself.

"surprise," gyutaro said, a rare, genuine smile gracing his lips. "i thought we'd spend your birthday somewhere nice."

you were overwhelmed with joy as you took in the setting, the effort and care he put into making the evening special evident in every detail. gyutaro was not one for flowery words, but his actions spoke volumes.

as the night wore on, the two of you enjoyed a delightful meal under the stars. gyutaro’s usual reserved nature softened, allowing his genuine affection to shine through. he regaled you with stories from his past, some dark and some surprisingly endearing, all while keeping a watchful eye on you to ensure you were comfortable and happy.

later, as the evening drew to a close, the mood turned more intimate. gyutaro’s touches were gentle, his fingers lingering on your skin as he leaned in close. he teased you playfully, his words laced with a mischievous edge, though he kept the more intense moments for later. his affection was palpable, a mix of warmth and teasing that left you yearning for more.

gyokko

gyokko had meticulously planned your birthday surprise, ensuring every detail was perfect. he had chosen a luxurious private suite in a high-end, hidden away resort. from the moment you entered the suite, you were enveloped in opulence. elegant decorations adorned the room, and a sumptuous meal was waiting for you.

“do you like it?” gyokko asked, his voice a velvety purr. “i spared no expense for your special day.”

you were dazzled by the extravagance and gyokko’s meticulous attention to detail. the meal was exquisite, a feast of rare delicacies and decadent treats that showcased gyokko’s devotion to making your birthday unforgettable.

as the night progressed, gyokko’s demeanor became more relaxed. he seemed to enjoy watching you savor the night he had prepared. his usual arrogance was replaced with an almost childlike excitement to see you pleased.

the evening’s intimacy began with subtle touches and lingering glances, as gyokko’s teasing nature came out to play. his lips brushed against yours in teasing kisses, his hands trailing lightly over your skin. despite his usual arrogance, he made sure the night was filled with affectionate gestures, saving the more passionate moments for later, ensuring that your birthday was truly special.

hantengu (main body)

hantengu, in his main body form, approached your birthday with a mix of nervousness and excitement. he had never planned such an elaborate event before, but he was determined to make your special day memorable. he chose a quiet, elegant garden, far from prying eyes and distractions, to celebrate with you.

the garden was transformed into a beautiful haven with fairy lights, candles, and a table set for two. the atmosphere was serene, filled with the soft hum of nature and the occasional flicker of candlelight.

“i wanted to do something special for you,” hantengu said, his voice tinged with a rare softness. “i hope you like it.”

the night was filled with laughter and heartfelt conversations as you enjoyed the meal he had carefully prepared. hantengu’s usual stern exterior softened as he watched you with genuine affection, eager to make sure you felt celebrated.

as the evening progressed, the mood grew more intimate. hantengu’s touch was gentle yet charged with anticipation. he enjoyed teasing you, his playful smirks and light touches leading up to a more passionate embrace. his teasing nature was evident, but he reserved the more intense moments for later, ensuring that your birthday ended on a high note.

karaku

karaku was excited about your birthday, and he had a grand plan to ensure it was a day to remember. he had arranged for a romantic evening at a secluded, picturesque location—a cozy cabin by a serene lake surrounded by lush forests.

as you arrived, the cabin was illuminated by soft, warm lights. inside, a fire crackled in the fireplace, and a sumptuous meal awaited you, prepared with care and attention by karaku himself.

“happy birthday,” karaku said, his grin wide and genuine. “i hope this is everything you dreamed of.”

you were touched by the effort karaku put into creating such a beautiful and intimate setting. the meal was delectable, and the evening was filled with heartfelt conversations and shared laughter.

as the night went on, karaku’s teasing side came out. he enjoyed making playful remarks and light touches, his flirtatious nature adding a playful edge to the evening. he showered you with affection, his kisses gentle and teasing, building up the anticipation for the more passionate moments he had planned for later. his goal was to make sure your birthday was not only special but also filled with the kind of fun and excitement that made the day unforgettable.

[yuff7e]

Hello !!

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.

requests : open

[yuff7e]

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.

requests : open

[yuff7e]

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.

requests : open

[yuff7e]

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

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı my urls aren’t working idk why :,(

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.

requests : open

[yuff7e]

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

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı the url isn’t working ? :(

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.

requests : open

[yuff7e]

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

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.

[yuff7e]

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

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

✧.* 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].”

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

[yuff7e]

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 :)

[yuff7e]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ‎ ✨ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 ✨

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

✧.* 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.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍