Blog for fics about my dearest Mui ♡ She/her
Hi!! You can call me Pudding or Angel and I am
madly in love with Muichiro from Demon Slayer <3
this will blog will be self-indulgent fics about
Muichiro x fem or gn reader.
Currently accepting requests.
Hiii, so I'm not sure if you do oneshots, but if you do, could you write a oneshot where Muichiro struggles to reach the top shelf in his pantry, so the reader has to help him, but then she injures herself very mildly. (example: bumping wrist against shelf, pulling shoulder, etc), and then she exaggerates and whines about it as a joke, but he doesn't get it and he feels bad, so then he cuddles her while eating whatever snack she was able to reach for him? Sorry if this doesn't make any sense LOL
Accidental sweetness
An: Of course, anon! Sorry its not proof read.
There he was, the fearsome mist hashira, the demon killing machine, the brave child prodigy… and he was… standing on his tippy toes?
Your dear Mui held out his hand, attempting to reach the top shelf of his pantry. Eager to obtain the box of western sweets he had bought yesterday. His adorable face of concentration made you unable to prevent yourself from helping the poor boy.
“Here, i'll help you get that.” You said with a soft, reassuring smile while you reached out for the box. When your hand was simply milimeters away from the snack box, your wrist collided with the harsh wooden shelf.
A thud could be heard as you accidentally dropped the box, which would've no doubt fallen tp its demise if it weren't for Muichiro's quick reflexes.
“Are you okay?” He asked in a concerned manner, a sweetness he reserved only for those closest to him.
“Ow… why does this always happen to mee…” You said in a whiny manner, half-jokingly pouting as you looked at your slightly bruised wrist.
“I'm sorry you got hurt while helping me… I promise I'll make up for it.” Muichiro looked at you with his large teal doe eyes, a determined expression on his features as he led you away to the engawa of his estate.
As you two sat on the wooden porch, he opened the box to reveal a sweet smelling snack. The recently popular western sweet called chocolate.
“Wow, I heard those are expensive… are you sure I can eat them?” You asked sheepishly, though you couldn't deny the appeal of the snack.
“Of course you can… (name)-chan. I bought them to share.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone, making it clear he had no reservations about you eating it.
As you two sat in the engawa and enjoyed the delicious western treats, Muichiro side-hugged you comfortably. His thumb gently rubbing your bruised wrist. A reserved yet sweet act of comfort from the usually distant boy.
Yolo! May I request a muichiro x reader where reader likes to be carried around? She just doesn't want to use her legs to travel to places (being lazy) so she latches or jumps into his arms with every chance she gets! Thank you!
🌫⊹˚₊"𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞."⋆｡°🐨
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₊°ᗢ₊˚✧☕Writer's Note: stop I love this😭 this was fun to write, enjoy!
Starring: Muichiro Tokito.
Includes: lazy!hashira!reader, fluff, other hashira mentioned.
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It had become a running joke in the Demon Slayer Headquarters.
Every time someone saw you, you weren’t walking. You were in Muichiro’s arms.
Sometimes bridal-style, sometimes piggyback, sometimes you just launched yourself at him mid-conversation and expected him to catch you (he always did, no hesitation).
“[Name],” Shinobu said once, eyebrow twitching when she spotted you in the courtyard. Muichiro was walking casually, like he was taking a stroll through a meadow, while you were draped over him like a princess. “You do have legs, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you replied matter-of-factly. “I just don’t feel like using them.”
“…You’re a Hashira.”
“And?”
Meanwhile, Muichiro blinked at the Insect Hashira, tilting his head like he didn’t see the problem.
“She doesn't bother me,” he said simply. “She's light.”
You melted dramatically against his shoulder. “SEE? My sweet, sweet cloud understands me.”
Shinobu gave up.
It wasn’t just laziness, though—it became your favorite form of affection. Whenever you needed comfort, or when you just wanted his attention, you’d sidle up to him, hop, and cling like a stubborn cat.
The first time you actually jumped into his arms, Muichiro didn’t even flinch. He caught you instantly, arms snug under your thighs as if he had been expecting it.
“You could’ve fallen,” he’d said calmly, eyes drifting toward the horizon.
“You would’ve caught me.”
He blinked, then gave a small nod. “…Yeah. I would’ve.”
That was the end of that. You had free transportation forever.
Other Hashira reactions?
Sanemi: “FOR GOD’S SAKE, WALK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!” (you blew him a kiss while Muichiro just blinked in confusion).
Rengoku: “AH! TRUE TEAMWORK! INSPIRING!!” (he then offered to carry you if Muichiro ever got tired. Muichiro deadpanned: “I won’t.”).
Tengen: “That’s not flamboyant enough. At least make him spin you while he does it.”
Muichiro’s only reaction through all of this was his usual serene look, but deep down, he didn’t mind. He liked the warmth. He liked that you trusted him enough to literally throw yourself into his arms without warning. And though he wouldn’t say it out loud, he’d gotten so used to it that walking around without you clinging to him felt strangely empty.
One night, you were curled up in his lap under the stars, head resting against his shoulder.
“You know,” you murmured, “you really don’t mind carrying me everywhere?”
He looked down at you, eyes soft in the moonlight. “No. I think it’s nice. It’s… peaceful.”
You grinned sleepily, wrapping your arms tighter around him. “Good. ’Cause I’m never using my legs again.”
He gave a tiny huff of laughter, pressing his chin against your hair.
“…That’s fine. I’ll carry you.”
And he meant it. For as long as you wanted.
🌙 Extras! (Headcanons)
Muichiro doesn’t even hesitate anymore. You could be three feet away or halfway across the garden—if you leap, he will catch you, zero questions asked.
Sometimes he’ll quietly reposition you if you’re not comfortable. You’ll be like: “Wait, why’d you—” and he’s just like: “Your arm looked squished. Now it’s better.” 🥺
If you fall asleep while being carried (which you always do on long walks), he’ll instinctively slow his pace, making sure not to jostle you. He looks like a walking weighted blanket provider.
He’s not outwardly clingy, so carrying you around is actually his secret love language. He gets to be close without saying it out loud.
Lowkey… he memorized the exact strength it takes to carry you comfortably. Like he knows your weight down to the decimal. Scientist Muichiro arc.
If anyone suggests you’re being “lazy,” he’ll just tilt his head and say: “No, she's just like being carried.” End of argument.
You once tried to sneak-attack jump onto him while he was distracted. He caught you without even looking and went, “Hi.” You almost screamed.
The other Hashira made a betting pool: “How many times today will [Name] leap into his arms?” Rengoku is the undefeated champion at guessing.
Sanemi: “YOU’RE A HASHIRA, ACT LIKE ONE!”
You: “I am acting like one. I’m delegating the walking to my assistant.”
Muichiro: “I’m not an assistant. I’m her ride.”
Once you were clinging bridal-style and Muichiro absentmindedly climbed a tree. Everyone panicked but you were just chilling like: “We are evolving past the need for ground.”
Tengen told Muichiro he should start charging you like a rickshaw. Muichiro didn’t get the joke and actually asked you if you wanted to pay him. You were like: “Pay you? Angel eyes, I am the prize.”
When you get dramatic you’ll just scream “CATCH ME” across the room and dive. He hasn’t dropped you once. Mitsuri swears it’s true love.
You 100% pretend the floor is lava in front of him just so you have an excuse. He plays along with a completely straight face like: “Ah, dangerous terrain. I’ll carry you.”
-The first time he saw you, he simply thought of you as another weakling interrupting his daily activities. Somebody strong obviously wouldn't have that extra weight lying around.
-That was until he got his memories back, he started seeing the world with kinder eyes. You could call it positivity, but… he started seeing the advantages of your softness. Everytime you waved at him from afar, he would note the way your chubby cheeks would become more noticeable when you smiled.
-As you two got closer, he started becoming clingier and clingier. He liked the warmth emanating from you when you two hugged. Muichiro always took the chance to rest his head on your lap; your thighs were simply the most convenient place for him lay on, he said.
-Eventually the physical affection escalated into hugs and him putting his arm around your waist. He enjoyed the suppleness of your figure, it was something he could look forward to comfort him after a long day of battling and training.
-Your softness contrasted his day to day life; which was harsh, strict and often cruel to those who were weak. He absolutely loves napping on your stomach after a long day, or your chest or thighs… anywhere comfortable to be honest.
-If anyone tries to treat you rudely becuase of your figure, Muichiro will be there to call them a nincompoop and possibly beat them up if necessary.
-Of course he fell for you becuase of your good-nature and delightfulness, but your body's a gift and he won't let you forget that. Overall he absolutely adores you and your body, so please let him nap on your thighs.
Author's note: I'm midsize myself so this is self-indulgent <3
