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I've been so focused in getting back to drawing that I've completely abandoned this blog. Apologies for that.

I've a lot of requests that I will finally be working on.

If anyone is curious about my artworks, my art handle and main blog is @lilenee

Thank you for your continued support!

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Sorry for suddenly going MIA, I had been feeling exhausted and I had decided to take some rest. I'll start posting consistently again very soon!

Thank you so much for all your support and your patience!

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Sickness: Hashira! Douma x Tsuguko! GN! Reader

The Ice Hashira wasn’t used to getting sick. His breathing style had gotten him used to the coldest temperatures, making him immune to most sicknesses. Most of the time, at least. But the few times he did, he turned into a whiny, spoiled child. Making you, his Tsuguko, take care of him.

“(Y/N), I want you to feed me!”

Douma whined as soon as he saw you enter his room with a tray of handmade food on your hands. As much as you wanted to complain due to his endless requests, the way he looked at you with his manipulative puppy-dog eyes prevented you from doing so. Even if it was obvious he was using his sickness as a way for you to pamper him, he was too adorable to say no.

So you sat next to him, putting the tray with miso soup and white rice on your lap. Your chopsticks picked up a decent amount of rice, which you offered to him. The warm, fluffy rice touching his lips.

“Here."

“It is too warm, (Y/N)! You don’t want me to burn myself, do you?”

Douma pouted, watching as you heaved a sigh. Still, you indulged his wishes, blowing some air on the rice — cooling it down before offering it to him again. Once the temperature of the rice was to his liking, he started eating. He could definitely get used to all of this pampering.

As you kept feeding him, you wondered if he was acting more childish than usual due to his sickness or if it was his true nature. In reality, it was more due to him barely receiving any sort of affection during his life. He was only loved whenever someone wanted something in return or were blinded by his good looks.

Your affection was different. Genuine. Making him love you. So much.

An almost inaudible, satisfied hum escaped his lips as you finished giving him his meal. Leaving the tray on his nightstand, you decided to stay for a bit longer.

“How are you feeling?”

“My flu has only worsened, my dear Tsuguko. If only I received proper, constant treatment for a day, I would recover far quicker.”

Douma faked his teary eyes, trying to make you feel bad. His hand was resting on his chest, making the whole act feel more authentic.

Truth be told, the Ice Hashira had almost recovered already; he was just faking to make you stay with him. He would gladly continue doing so if it meant he would get to spend more time with you. He liked your company. Way too much.

“I see. I’ll stay by your side until you fully recover, then. Does it hurt somewhere?”

Douma took your hand in his, guiding it closer to him.

“Here.”

The Ice Hashira had rested your hand on his chest, looking at you with a flirty and sly gaze. As he saw your cheeks turning rosy, he smirked. Ready to tease you even further and, hopefully, make some romantic advances as well.

“I think it is because you have stolen my heart, my dear. It aches whenever you aren’t around.”

What had been your attempt at taking proper care of him ended up turning into a flirting attempt from Douma. His grasp on your hand was tight; not willing to let you go.

Being too flustered to react, you adverted your gaze. The reddish flush on your cheeks was too cute for the Ice Hashira.

“Their reactions are always so pleasant to watch!” He thought as he decided to continue with what he was doing.

Douma kept flirting with you non-stop, with compliments coming one after another. It got to a point where you started begging internally for him to stop, your cheeks only turning redder. To your embarrassment, your mentor kept going. Not caring at all.

“So adorable.”

“Your skin is the softest, sweetheart.”

“You are -”

Before he could continue, you ended up pressing your lips against his. Cutting the Ice Hashira, making him silent. He was ecstatic to see how everything had turned out as he wanted, kissing you back and deepening the kiss as soon as he could.

Douma rested his hand on your nape, bringing you closer to him. Oh, how good you felt in his arms! How right it felt!————————————————————

“Oh, I’m so sorry, dear! I ended up making you sick.”

It had been a week since Douma recovered and since you two started dating. Either for the constant visits or due to the fact your mentor kept asking for kisses as he was recovering, you ended up feeling sick. You lifted your head from the pillow, looking at him softly. Trying to reassure him.

“Don’t worry, Douma. Is all fine.”

So kind.

So precious.

The Ice Hashira removed the towel from your head, dipping it again in cold water. Once he had removed the excess liquid, he placed it back where it was. His fingers softly brushed the strands off your face, admiring your features.

“I will take care of you.”

For the first time, Douma had a genuine smile on his face. The Ice Hashira finally got what he had long desired. You — his beloved Tsuguko.

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Headcanons: Rengoku with a shy S/O

Rengoku wants to help you make more friends, so he introduces you to the people he's close to. Always if you are comfortable and at your own pace, though.

When he sees you getting nervous, he softly pats your back to make you look at him. Once you do, he smiles warmly at you. Trying to reassure you that everything is going to be alright.

"Don't worry, my flame!"

Rengoku loves you for who you are. He would never force something on you, and he's always there if you need extra support.

Helps you feel secure of yourself. 

Equally as flustered as you when you are about to share a kiss together. Both of you end up turning into blushing messes each time. 

He knows you overthink, so he's patient when you have to make decisions. Even if it takes a long time or if you end up changing your choice several times, he doesn't mind.

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Overtime (Muzan x GN! reader)

(CEO AU) Part 1.

"Repeat all of this."

You yelped in surprise, more from the harsh slam on your desk than the authoritative remark. A complaint almost escaped your lips as you grabbed the documents he had left on your desk. Those papers—you have already reviewed them. Several times, too. Still, you nodded, taking a pen from your desk, ready to redo them again. Muzan’s eyes narrowed as he saw you grabbing the documents. He leaned closer, whispering a very clear warning.

"Don’t do such an awful job again. Or I’ll have to rescind of your service."

As the male finally left back to his office, you heaved a sigh. Muzan’s obsession with perfectionism had long taken a stroll on you; eye bags now decorating your once lively (e/c) eyes. You didn’t know why, but he had especially taken a habit to review your work to the uttermost detail, forcing your already exhausted self to work extra hours in the office. Much to your dismay, today didn’t seem different.

"Did I really do such a terrible job?" You mumbled to yourself, studying the paper in front of you for what you hoped would be the last time.

You reread it. And reread it. And reread it again. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Every single number was perfect, and there weren’t any grammatical mistakes either. With your eyes squinted, you stared at the paper again. Hoping, in vain, to discover what had angered your boss.

After a long, continued scrutinizing of the document, there was still nothing amiss with it.

"It’s probably due to my lack of rest that I can’t see what is wrong with it." You thought, your gaze moving from the papers to the window in front of you.

The murky clouds were slowly covering the sunset, making it obvious a storm was coming. Not that it mattered. Besides correcting the document, there was still a pile of work on your desk that needed to be completed. So you weren’t going to go home. Not for a while.

It would have been different if you weren’t the only one who was going to stay there besides Muzan. Most of your coworkers had left or were about to do so, goodbyes filling the air. You mentally cursed yourself at the scene, taking a mental note to review everything properly from now on.

Once there was no one left, Muzan stepped out of his office. Taking the seat next to you as he always did when no one else was around. For you, it was to make sure you kept working. For him, it was because he enjoyed your company. In a twisted way, he loved it so much that he always made sure you had more work than the rest. Just to spend those last hours before closing the company for the day with you.

"Muzan, I can’t see what’s wrong with the document you required me to change. Could you please tell me so I can make it better?"

Muzan stopped arranging his files on the desk, getting closer to you. He snatched the document from your hand, studying them. There was a brief moment of silence, interrupted only by him turning the pages.

"You are terribly useless lately." You clicked your tongue at his rude remark. Muzan ignored it, putting the document in front of you. "You have mixed these clients. Their numbers are correct, but their names aren’t. Change that."

"My apologies."

You were quick to obey him, correcting what he said. Once you were done printing the documents, you left them on his desk. You were ready to continue with the huge pile of work on your desk, but Muzan’s voice stopped you.

"You can continue with those tomorrow. Go home and rest."

Was the same man who overworked his employees telling you to take a break? As much as you wanted to believe he had suddenly turned softer, you knew better. Still, his expression was still warning you not to retort. To obey and leave.

"Thank you, Muzan. I hope you have a good night."

After picking up your belongings, you quickly left. Muzan was lost in thought as he observed your departure. Even if you had just left, he would never admit that he already missed your presence. His gaze moved from the door to the documents you had placed on his desk, smirking.

"They are my cutest employee, that's for sure."

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Masterlist

Created: 07/08/2023

Last edited: 14/08/2023

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Akaza:

Headcanons:

Douma and Akaza with a shy S/O

Jealous Douma and Akaza

Kokushibo, Douma, and Akaza with a clingy S/O

Douma:

Headcanons:

Douma and Akaza with a shy S/O

Jealous Douma and Akaza

Kokushibo, Douma, and Akaza with a clingy S/O

Oneshots:

Gifts (Douma x F!Reader)

Proof (Douma x GN! reader)

Sickness: Hashira! Douma x Tsuguko! GN! Reader

Kokushibo:

Headcanons:

Kokushibo, Douma, and Akaza with a clingy S/O

Kokushibo and Muzan with a shy S/O

Oneshots:

Reunion (Kokushibo x F!Reader)

Muzan:

Headcanons:

Kokushibo and Muzan with a shy S/O

Oneshots:

Overtime (Muzan x GN! reader)

Rengoku Kyojuro:

Headcanons:

Headcanons: Rengoku with a shy S/O

Oneshots

Care (Rengoku Kyojuro x F!reader)

Delicious! (Rengoku Kyojuro x F!reader)

Other:

Oneshots:

Adoption (Muzan + Upper Moons + Child! Gn! Reader)

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Headcanons: Kokushibo and Muzan with a shy S/O

Kokushibo

Kokushibo doesn't mind that you don't want to be in most social settings. In fact, due to his reserved nature, he's perfectly fine with it.

He loves to spend time with you, especially since you two can enjoy each others company without speaking.

Overprotective of you. To unhealthy levels.

Kokushibo would never admit it, but he finds how easily you blush adorable. Just one touch or kiss and you are already a blushing mess.

Not a fan of PDA. Still, he would make an exception if he sees you need reassurance in public. Encouraging words included.

"Your efforts are admirable."

When you start stuttering, he patiently waits for you to fully say what you need. He doesn't care how long it takes.

If anyone dares to make fun of you due to your shyness, Kokushibo would deal with them. Making them understand they made the worst mistake of their lifes.

Muzan

Muzan appreciates that you think things through before doing or saying anything.

After a meeting with his very noisy subordinates, he loves nothing more than to get back home with you. Just reading by your side, in silence, helps him soothe his nerves.

Would force you to look at him when you kiss. He doesn't like when you advert your eyes when he's about to share an intimate moment with you.

Muzan takes pride in the fact that he's one of the few people who fully knows you.

He orders one of his subordinates to stay by your side when he has to leave. Muzan doesn't want anyone to take advantage of you just because you have difficultes dismissing people or saying no.

In order to help you be more confident of yourself, Muzan brings some of his subordinates for you to command.

"Order them around. Don't restrain yourself."

He doesn't care if you don't want to do so. For him, it's for your own good.

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Proof (Douma x GN! reader)

CW: brief mention of death, brief mention of blood.

“Akaza-dono! Look, look!”

Douma, who was walking beside Akaza around the Infinity Castle, showed him his left hand. A proud look on the demon’s face as he showed off the engament ring on his finger. The Upper Three stared at it, scoffing at the sight. The idea of someone wanting to engage with Douma was unbelievable to him.

“There’s no way someone wants to marry you. You must be making them up.”

“Woah, you are so mean, Akaza-dono! (Name) is real! They are the cutest demon that has ever existed!”

Douma rested his hand on his chest as he faked being hurt by his “best friend” words. A tear rolling down his cheek as he did so. The Upper Two kept following Akaza by the corridors on the Infinity Castle, not caring that the Upper Three had increased his pace.

Once Douma was close enough, he tried to rest his hand on Akaza’s shoulder, searching for, perhaps, an apology or encouraging words. Neither of those happened. Only one thing did: Akaza slapped Douma’s hand away.

“You are delusional.”

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The dim light of the candles was the only thing that lit the area, making the place feel calmer. (Name) was sitting on their fiancé’s big, fluffy, purple cushion while Douma was resting on their lap, whining about what had happened with a sad voice.

“Let’s see if I understood it correctly. You want me to meet with Akaza to show him I’m real?”

Douma nodded, lifting his head from his beloved lap to look at them with sad, begging eyes. (Name) sighed. They didn’t want to have to prove they were real to anyone. And honestly, it bothered them Akaza didn’t believe their fiancé and kept hurting him at any chance.

Douma’s intentions were slightly different. While it was true the Upper Two wanted to introduce them to Akaza, it wasn’t due to the Upper Three implying (Name) wasn’t real. It was because Douma wanted to show his fiancé off. They were everything the Upper Two had ever desired. Douma couldn’t let the chance of bragging about his lover slip. Not when it was in front of him.

There was a moment of silence, the only sound audible being the sizzles of the candles.

“Sure, I will do so. For you.”

(Name) was the one to break it, finally agreeing. If it made Douma happy, they would do it.

“You are the best, sweetheart!”

Douma got up, giving (Name) a peek on the lips to show his appreciation. Once he was done, he returned to rest his head on their beloved’s lap, humming in satisfaction when they started running their hands through his soft, platinum strands. Douma smirked as his beloved pampered him, thinking of how stunned Akaza would be when he met them. Oh, he couldn’t wait!

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It had been a while since Akaza had been able to find a strong, worthy slayer. The Upper Three was enjoying himself, dodging and attacking with all he had. The Hashira he was fighting was strong. Very strong. The clash of his fists on the metal of his opponent’s katana kept resonating in the forest. The night was still young, so he would have a lot of time to enjoy himself.

The adrenaline was rushing through the Upper Three veins, making a smirk appear on his face. That was what he had been looking for: an adept figther! So Akaza decided to make an offer, one he only reserved for those he thought worthy. He asked the slayer if he wanted to become a demon. Before the human could reply to his offer, a spark of golden metal cut through the Hashira. Killing them instantly. The Upper Three’s eyes widened, looking at the now motionless body in front of him.

“What the –“

“Akaza-dono, look! I brought my lovely, adorable fiancé so you could meet them.”

The Upper Three didn’t care about Douma’s fiancé. Much less about the Upper Two. He was having the fight of his life when Douma dared to interrupt him and kill his opponent for something as trivial as introducing his fiancé to him.

Akaza clenched his hands, wanting nothing more than to punch Douma. So he did. As soon as his fist was about to hit the Upper Two’s face, a barrier got in between them. Stopping Akaza. While the Upper Three frowned, a smirk appeared on Douma’s face as he closed his fan, leaving a trail of blood behind.

“Don’t touch him.”

(Name)’s voice was icy as they emerged from the darkness of the forest, their (e/c) eyes glinting with a warning. Their hand was already resting on the whip they had on their belt, just in case Akaza tried something funny.

“Are you the one that always hurts my soon-to-be husband?”

The tension was clear, and (Name)’s words only helped increase it. They shot daggers at the Upper three, getting closer to Douma as they did so. (Name) desired nothing more than to fight Akaza for constantly hurting their lover. They were ready to do so when Douma wrapped his arms around both of them, bringing them closer to him.

“See, Akaza-dono? (Name) is real! And they are so strong. They were even able to stop your attack with their Blood Demon Art. Aren’t they amazing?”

(Name) was able to calm down in their lover’s embrace, their gaze turning softer and more loving as he kept praising them in front of the other Upper Moon. But Douma’s words and embrace had the opposite effect on Akaza.

“Get your hand off of me.”

As Akaza was speaking, he launched another punch at Douma’s face. The hit reached the Upper Two this time, making him bleed and creating an opportunity for Akaza to step away. (Name) felt their blood boil. They couldn’t fathom how the Upper Three kept daring to hurt their beloved. So, with a swift movement, (Name) unleashed their whip.

“How dare you!”

A fight finally began between Akaza and (Name). The Upper Two watched them from the side, giggling as he regenerated.

“They get along so well!” Douma said to himself, his fan covering his smile. He was glad (Name) and Akaza made such a wonderful first impression to each other, after all!

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Headcanons: Jealous Douma and Akaza

Douma:

Is something new for him since he has never felt anything besides his love for you. So it took him some time to understand what he was feeling.

He pretends to be calmer about his jealousy in public. If anyone tried anything or even gave you a look he thought was flirtatious, his arm would find its way around you. Be it your shoulders, arms, or waist.

"Sorry, this little pretty thing is taken. By me"

Depending on the day, he would either be whiny about it or extremely possessive of you later. Even both, at times.

He would make sure to leave several large, visible hickeys in your neck. To get the message across to others that you are taken and because he enjoys marking you.

Once, he found one of his followers asking you out, insisting even when you said no to them several times. Douma got closer, putting his arm around your waist in a possessive manner. Still, he had his usual smile on his face.

"Are they bothering you, sweetheart?"

The follower disappeared the next day. The reason was obvious: Douma wasn't going to let anyone live after they tried to snatch you away from him.

He feels better after some reassurance and cuddles from you. As you gave him extra affection and pamper him, he feels happy to be the one who has your heart. After all, he knows you truly love him.

Akaza:

He would get into a fight if anyone flirted with you. Akaza would only stop when you begged him to do so or when the other party was too hurt to say anything.

Once you two are back home, he would wrap his arms around you protectively. His face buried in your hair as he tried to calm down and not go back and snap at the one who tried to flirt with you. Not more than he already did, at least.

He might give you some hickeys if he's feeling very possesive.

Akaza trusts you. He knows you will never cheat, and that's the reason his jealousy is always directed at the ones who tried to seduce you. He would never accuse you of doing anything with other people because he knows you wouldn’t.

Once, he found Douma trying to flirt with you. Needless to say, he was more than mad. Douma received a good punch to his face as Akaza's way of warning him to never try that again.

"Do you have a death wish? The next time you try to touch (y/n), I'll kill you."

With that, he grabbed you by the hand and carried you away from there.

Akaza would have a conversation with you after his jealousy subsided, telling you what hurt him and apologizing for getting into fights. He’s glad you are by his side, always reassuring him and brightening up his days.

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Ok may I shall make request,

It’s basically a fluffy hyperfixation I had that I wish to make true but I am no writer sooooooo-

Plz?

Request: Do you do muzan stuff I hope you do- ok ok listen, muzan finding a child (y/n) in the middle of the woods and some how fell in love with the sweetheart, like loves us so much he will literally have the upper moons be body guards for this little human child-

And when I mean fell in love I mean platonically- I hope this is good- you can change whatever you want, your the writer!

Yes, I love the idea! So cute! Also, I'm weak for anything related to Muzan or the Upper Moons.

I tried my best to fit everything into one story, but I hope you like it 🥺!

Adoption (Muzan + Upper Moons + Child! Gn! Reader)

"You will look after my child until I get back."

Muzan glared at the Upper Moons as he made his order clear. His gaze only softened when he glanced at (Name)’s sleepy form in his arms. Muzan brushed a strand of hair out of their face, admiring how adorable they were. He would never admit that out loud, though. At least not in front of his subordinates.

"Not even an ounce of harm should come to (Name), so make sure you attend them correctly."

Muzan had to leave to investigate a lead that could bring him to finally find what he had long been searching for: the Blue Spider Lily. That led to a problem: he had to find someone to take care of (Name). A frown appeared on his face because, in all honesty, he didn’t want to leave his child with the Upper Moons. (Name) was human. Fragile. His subordinates, some more than others, could be a menace to the safeness of the little one.

He had no other option, though. They were the only ones strong enough to protect (Name). Muzan rubbed his temples, trying to calm down. The memories of when he found (Name) were still engraved in his mind.

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The demon lord was walking around the forest, trying to find some sort of information about the whereabouts of the Blue Spider Lily. It had been snowing since the morning, making walking around the area at night difficult. Even for him. Still, he wasn’t going to let any sort of valuable information go to waste without checking it first.

Like always, it was useless information. His face turned to one of pure anger as he hit the nearest tree, which made some fragments of snow fell on top of him. Muzan brushed it off his clothes, his red eyes narrowing. He only cared about one thing right now: his and his subordinates' constant failures to find the flower he desired so much. And that was the sole reason behind his anger.

He was about to leave when a mumbled crying noise got his attention. A child. A small one, too. Muzan got closer, trying to see what was going on. And he found (Name). The human child was covered in snow, sobbing, shaking, and trying to warm up. They were quite young—around four years old. As soon as their eyes met, they stopped crying.

"Dada!"

The child wrapped their tiny arms around his leg, their (e/c) eyes fully focused on the man in front of them. Muzan wasn’t the type to feel sympathy for anyone, but his cold heart slightly melted as the human child called him father. He decided to pick them up, wrapping his arms around (Name). Muzan tried to warm the child's body, his free hand cleaning the snow off their shoulders and hair. It wasn't long until he heard a grumble from the little one's stomach.

"Let’s get you something to eat."

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Now, Muzan had fully adopted (Name) as his child. All the demons knew about it since he told them. They also remembered that meeting very well. His announcement included two things: a phrase about adopting (Name) and some threats. Just in case someone decided to hurt his child.

Muzan stopped recalling the past. He had things to do. So, he finally tucked (Name) in their bed, leaning in to kiss their forehead. After that, he sat on the edge of their bed, giving instructions to his subordinates. (Name) kept peacefully sleeping the whole time, unaware of what her father was still talking about with the Upper Moons.

"If (Name) has even the slightest complain about any of you, be sure you’ll never live to see another day."

After the threat, Muzan promised himself to go back home quickly. He would check if the information was authentic, and he would return. After all, he never fully trusted the Upper Moons. Muzan put his hat on, staring at the door of (Name)'s bedroom. His eyes met a drawing (Name) had made of them, making him smile for a mere second. Then he left.

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The time (Name) was able to share with the Upper Moons went by without incident. All of them acted in different ways, but the demons grew to adore the little human child.

Kokushibo acted like a guardian, not allowing anyone to hurt (Name). The Upper One was once on a walk at night with the child. As soon as they kept walking, a group of kids slightly older than (Name) crashed into them, making the little one fall to the ground. The situation didn’t end well. At first, Kokushibo asked several times for them to apologize. When they didn't, he didn’t hesitate to unsheathe his katana. A warning look in his six eyes.

"I’ll not repeat myself anymore. Apologize to (Name)-sama or face the consequences."

The kids were quick to bow now, apologizing to (Name). Once they finished, they flew away with pale faces filled with cold sweat. (Name) turned to Kokushibo, thanking him. Their eyes glinted with admiration, and their adorable smile was back on their faces.

"Whoa, you are amazing! Dad has such a strong warrior by his side!"

Kokushibo couldn’t help but crack a slight smile as the child praised him, picking them up in his arms as they carried the child back to Muzan’s house.

Douma loved playing with (Name). He was the most outgoing and affectionate of them. The Upper Two liked to make sure the little one was happy and entertained. He bought (Name) toys, tickled them, read them stories before they went to bed, and even took them to the Eternal Paradise Faith. His followers whispered and looked at the child with confusion, unable to fathom where they came from. Still, they treated (Name) with the uttermost respect. After all, their Lord Founder's guests were their guests too.

"(Name)-sama, look! I made an ice sculpture of you! Isn’t it cute?" The Upper Moon placed a small sculpture on the child's hands, signaling them to look closely at it. An excited expression in the Upper Two features.

"It is! Is super cute!" (Name)'s bright smile as they admired their present was contagious, which made Douma smile back at them.

Much like Kokushibo, Akaza was like a guardian for the little one. He was always around the kid as much as he could, trying to avoid other demons from hurting (Name). Akaza always stayed by their side as they slept, alert to any sound. One of those nights, Douma tried to enter (Name)’s room to sleep by their side, wanting to give affection to the child.

"(Name)-sama is sleeping. Get lost." With that, Akaza closed the door in Douma’s face, not allowing the Upper Two to even speak before doing so.

Hantengu used his clones around (Name) since they were able to take better care of the child than him. Sekido was the scariest one for (Name). Not only because he acted like an authoritative figure but also because of how easily he got angry. Patience was not his strong suit, but luckily Aizetsu was always by their side to calm Sekido down. Meanwhile, Urogi and Karaku cracked jokes around (Name), wanting to make them laugh. Urogi also loved taking (Name) in his arms as he was flying, always making the kids' eyes widen in amazement. Their little hands held onto him as they giggled.

"More, please!" (Name) always begged when Urogi landed, wanting to experience that again.

Gyokko spent his time with (Name) doing more creative activities. He taught the child how to paint and draw, although only the basics. (Name) loved his explanations, admiring his work as he taught them. The child got closer to the vase he was painting, and when he was about to tell them to step back because of how easily it could break, (Name) said something.

"Your work is so pretty!" That was such an ego boost for Upper Five that he even allowed the child to paint one of his vases.

Daki was the most reluctant to bond with (Name) at first. She didn’t want to interact with the human that now had Muzan’s full attention, not understanding what was so special about them. Still, she was unable to avoid the kid when, one day, they grabbed her leg, giving her puppy eyes and the most adorable look she had ever seen. The Upper Six melted, hugging the child.

"I’ll be your older sister from now on!"

Since then, Daki started pampering (Name) a lot. She bought them cute, expensive clothes. She made sure (Name)'s outfits were always up-to-date with the latest trends. Daki would brush the child's hair, loving to see how shiny it got each time she brushed it. When Gyutaro was out too, they went out for walks or even to food stalls

All of this led the Upper Moons to want to spend more time with (Name), becoming both attached and protective of the little one.

But soon, Muzan came back. The demon lord was quick to snatch his child away from them.

"Your work here is done."

The Upper Moons were all devastated when Muzan told them that. Some showed it more than others. Daki was even about to whine, but then (Name) spoke.

"Dad, I want to see them more often. Please."

(Name) begged, not wanting to say goodbye to the Upper Moons. Muzan sighed, but he ended up agreeing. He would go to any lengths for (Name), after all.

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Headcanons: Kokushibo, Douma, and Akaza with a clingy S/O

Kokushibo:

Kokushibo has trouble getting used to your clingy nature at first, but he ends up doing so.

Not big on public displays of affection, but he would hold your hand while you are walking around the forest. Mostly because he knows it makes you happy.

Slightly more affectionate in private.

He knows how difficult it is for you when he lefts out for a mission. After some thinking, he ends up gifting you one of his kimonos so you can have something that reminds you of him.

“Here... You can have it.”

Once he has returned from a mission, he searches for you and gives you a kiss. Is one of those rare moments when he’s more open about his love toward you.

Allows you to give him as much affection as you want. After all, he’s happy when you are happy, even if he doesn’t show it much.

Always pats or brush your hair as you embrace him.

At times, he kisses you on the forehead as his way to return your affection.

Doesn’t mind that you depend on him. To a certain point, though. After all, he wants to make sure you can take care of yourself on your own too.

Douma:

Loves that he doesn’t have to beg for your attention.

Cuddles with you all day.

Very big on public displays of affection. Do you want a hug, kiss, or to hold hands in public? He would do so.

His favorite time of his day is when you two get to spend time together after attending his followers. The way you flash him a smile as soon as you see him. The way you run to wrap your arms around his frame. It’s all too adorable for him!

“Did you miss me, dear?”

He would bury his face in your neck a lot. Especially when you two are laying together.

Perfect for each other (since Douma is very clingy too).

Complains and whines a lot when he’s on a mission because he misses you and your affection.

“Ughh, I miss (y/n)! I really miss (y/n)!”

He makes sure to finish the mission quickly and not play around. After all, he wants to return to your arms as soon as possible.

Akaza:

Every time you show him affection, especially when it's unexpected, he becomes a blushing mess. Be it kisses, hugs, or other forms of affection.

Very big on reassurance, especially when he has to leave for a mission. Akaza would tell you to call his name if you were in danger. That he would be there as soon as you needed him.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Akaza leaves you cute notes around the house. That way you can know he’s always thinking of you.

Once Akaza is back, he would hug you. His grasp way tighter than usual, as he makes sure you are there. Safe in his arms.

The way you are quick to reply to his affection makes him relax. He's so glad to have you in his life.

Would melt each time you shower him with affection, a blush on his face the whole time.

Each time you kiss, hug, or touch him is his reminder that you are there. By his side. Alive.

Loves to be the one you depend on. The one that can protect you.

Even if Akaza doesn't need to sleep, he would lay next to you and allow you to hug him as you rest. A smile on his face the whole time.

[arachnidamoon]

Hi do you have any rules? I just wanna know before I request anything!

But my request is pretty fluff so :)

Hi!

Not really! There are some topics that make me uncomfortable, but they are more on the angsty and darker side. Like anything that's very explicit in terms of gore.

Depression or self-harm topics are fine with me as long as they are more about comfort. Nothing very angsty with them, please.

I can’t think of more things at the moment, so besides that, anything else is fine! I will update this or create a new post if I remember more things to add.

[arachnidamoon]

Headcanons: Douma and Akaza with a shy S/O

Douma

The fact that you fluster so easily is bliss to him.

To the point that he would do anything to see your blushing face. Like making you sit on his lap as he’s giving his preaches to his followers. Or suddenly carrying you bridal-style at any chance he gets. A smirk decorating his face the whole time as he sees how embarrassed you are due to the amount of people that have their eyes on both of you.

Douma makes sure to hold your face when he’s about to kiss you. He’s always keen to see how you advert your eyes as he gets closer to your lips.

Loves how low your voice tone is. Douma would make you repeat yourself even when he has perfectly heard you, just because he finds it adorable.

“Oh, what was that, dear? I couldn’t hear you.”

When you stutter around strangers, he puts his arm around your shoulder. Trying to reassure you and make sure you know he’s by your side.

The first time you initiated something with him, his heart raced like crazy.

If you want to try to get over your insecurities and shyness, he would help you. Although deep inside he would be sad about not being able to see certain behaviours anymore. After all, Douma finds you adorable.

“You are the cutest human I have ever met.”

Endless teasing.

Akaza

Since you have issues standing up for yourself, he does so for you.

Would fight anyone who dares make fun of your personality or try to take advantage of your inability to say no.

“Don’t you dare to try to hurt (y/n) ever again.”

He would help you with everything you are feeling too nervous to do on your own.

Akaza feels like you are the only one he truly can talk to. Not only does he feel comfortable around you, but you are one of the best listeners he ever encountered.

He always holds your hand in uncomfortable situations, his thumb caressing your palm as his way to try to calm your nerves.

Doesn’t like any of the other demons around you (especially Douma) . He made it his mission to protect you from anyone who tries to hurt or snatch you away from him.

He always asks for permission before kissing you. After all, he wants to make sure you are comfortable enough before doing so.

Extremely protective.

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Care (Rengoku Kyojuro x F!reader)

"Your caring nature is admirable, (Name)!"

(Name)’s gaze turned softer as she heard Rengoku’s voice behind her. It had been a while since she started attending patients under Shinobu’s wing, proving her skills at healing patients. The Insect Hashira was impressed by her abilities, making friends with her rather quickly. As time passed, she even decided to introduce her to the rest of the Hashiras. Thankfully, her kindness allowed her to form strong bonds with some of the strong warriors over time. Especially with Rengoku.

"You are way too kind, Rengoku."

Rengoku grinned at her answer, still amazed at her goodwill and love for taking care of those in need. He leaned in, helping her carry some medical equipment she had in her hands. (Name) smiled at the gesture, thankful for his help.

They walked together towards the patient room she had to take care of. The way towards the room was full of giggles, laughs, and catching up on what was currently going on in their lives. Once they finally reached (Name)’s destination, Rengoku decided to stay for a while longer. The Flame Hashira rested his back on the door frame as he observed (Name) work. Her movements were agile as she cleaned the wounds on their comrade's body. Delicate. Precise. Rengoku felt his heart race at the sigh, which was only accentuated when he saw the way her eyes showed a gentle glint as she was taking care of others.

For Rengoku, (Name) was everything he ever wished for in a partner. Kind. Caring. Compassionate. He kept smiling, his gaze focused on her. ——————————————————————————

A cough. Then another one.

Rengoku froze as he kept hearing those noises. He tried to see where they were coming from, wondering if someone had gotten sick overnight and hadn’t yet gone to get some treatment. As he walked around the individual bedrooms, he stopped. The sounds were coming from (Name)’s bedroom. And they were getting louder. The Flame Hashira's expression shifted into one of concern, worried about (Name)’s well-being. After some deliberation, he knocked on the door. Hoping (Name) was, at least, receiving treatment already. Another cough followed as (Name) opened the door, a concerned frown now decorating the Hashira’s features. Her once healthy skin was pasty. Eye bags decorate her (e/c) eyes. The way her body was shaking and the fact that she was almost unable to stand still only increased his worries.

"(Name), are you okay?"

"Don’t worry, Rengoku. It’s just a cold. With some medicine and some rest, I will recover in no time."

(Name) smiled, trying to ease the man's distress. That wasn’t enough for Rengoku, who could feel his heart clench at the sight of her sickly face. He had the urge to take care of her. To pamper her. To love her. So he decided to act upon it.

Rengoku’s golden eyes scanned her one last time, getting lost in how fragile she seemed. Without thinking twice, he picked (Name) up in his arms, bridal style, earning a gasp from her. The sudden action of the Flame Hashira made her unconsciously hold onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Rengoku’s grasp was tight, wanting to make sure she didn’t fall as he carried her to bed.

Once they reached her bed, Rengoku made sure everything was comfortable before he put her down. The coldness of her sheets differed from the warmth the man radiated, making a shiver go down her spine. Rengoku noticed her shaking, which made his worry increase. He leaned in, touching her forehead with his as a way to check her temperature.

"You are burning. Taking care of others is important, but you should take care of yourself too."

(Name) blushed when she noticed the proximity she was sharing with the male. His warm breath reached her neck. Their noses were almost touching. Her eyes went to his lips for a mere second, making her temperature rise more. Rengoku lifted her chin with his thumb, making sure she was looking at him. His eyes were looking at her so lovingly. So gently.

"I’ll take care of you, (Name)."

With that promise, the Flame Hashira cut the distance. His lips interlocked perfectly with hers. Her lips were so welcoming. So soft. So plump. Rengoku closed his eyes as his hands ran through (Name)’s soft, (h/c) locks. The Flame Hashira's mind went blank as she kissed him back, his hand lowering to her waist.

It took a while until they finally pulled away. Rengoku had a satisfied smile as he watched her flustered form under him. He stayed in the same position for a while longer before finally leaving to get what (Name) needed to recover. She took that alone time to process what had just happened, her fingers touching her lips as she did so. The memory of Rengoku’s warm lips made her face turn crimson. Rengoku was back soon after, carrying a tray. It contained a warm bowl of soup, a glass of water, some medicine, and a wet towel. He left it on her nightstand as he looked at her with only one thing on his mind: (Name)'s recovery.

"Thank you." (Name) said, taking the bowl of soup Rengoku was offering.

Rengoku sat on the edge of her bed, watching her. He removed a strand of hair from her face as she ate, admiring her features. That’s when he made a silent promise to himself. The Flame Hashira would take care of (Name). Now and always.

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Gifts (Douma x F!Reader)

“(Name)!”

The whiny voice of her lover resonated in the air as he kept looking for her. Douma missed (Name). He really did. The fact that he was unable to find her right away only added fuel to his complaints. He was already pouting when he finally saw her figure in the distance. The second Upper Moon didn’t waste a second, quickly getting closer. Embracing her petite form from behind.

“My friends are so cold to me, (Name). So mean.”

Douma buried his face in her neck as he complained, seeking comfort in her embrace. It was not the first time he told her about how he was unable to successfully bond with his fellow Upper Moons. (Name) tried to console him to the best of her ability, giving him a mixture of head pats and kisses.

The Upper Moon Two leaned in, his face now changing to one of pure happiness. (Name) was the only one who could make his empty heart feel anything. And he loved her for it.

Douma melted at her touch, humming in satisfaction as she kept going. Being cared for felt amazing. (Name) was the first person who actually listened to him with interest and care. It didn’t matter what the topic was about; she was always there. By his side. And most importantly, she never asked him for anything in return. (Name) didn’t want paradise, power, or status. She only wanted Douma to be happy, which made him fall in love with her fairly quickly. After all, most of the people around him cared about what he could give them. Nothing more.

“Do you want to cuddle?” (Name) asked, interrupting the demon’s thoughts. Her fingers slid through Douma’s soft platinum locks, making him let out another happy noise.

He nodded, interlocking his hand with her as they walked towards their bedroom. His mood was lifted once again. All thanks to her. Once they were there, he waited until (Name) sat on his big, soft, purple cushion. As soon as she finished sitting down, he buried his face in her lap, his arms wrapping around her waist.

(Name) wrapped his arms around him too, her fingers doing small circles around his shoulders. Douma was extremely big on physical displays of affection. So for the Upper Moon Two, the fact that she allowed him to do so and even reciprocated was blissful.

As they kept spending time together, (Name) got an idea. It would help Douma, and plus, it would be something nice to do for him. To show him how much he meant to her. A token of her appreciation and affection for the Upper Moon Two.

“Perhaps we can make some gifts for the rest of the Upper Moons? That way, you can make better bonds with them."

Douma blinked for a few seconds, surprised at her offer. (Name) was willing to help him. That fact alone made his love for her grow stronger. She was everything he could ever wish for. Beautiful. Kind. Caring. His eyes lit up as he mentally kept thinking about everything he loved about her. Even if the list was long, Douma was able to pinpoint everything. He got up to look at her, excitement visible in his eyes.

“You would do that for me?”

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(Name) helped Douma prepare gifts for each of the Upper Moons. She listened to the information the Upper Moon Two was able to give her, taking it into consideration as she chose the gifts. (Name) had to stop Douma from packing some... unsettling gifts. As much as the second Upper Moon insisted it was healthy for demons, she recommended him not do so. After all, (Name) doubted that even the demons wanted to receive those kinds of gifts. Douma tried to convince her, but he listened to reason in the end.

Once they had bought them, she started wrapping the items. The Upper Moon Two kept moving around her, looking at her with a pure and innocent face as she wrapped the gifts. Honestly, Douma was blown away when he saw what (Name) had chosen for each of the Upper Moons. Not only did the gifts match the personalities of his comrades perfectly, but they were being cutely wrapped too. Each one with a different type of bow and paper, matching their tastes.

Douma loved how (Name) had helped him. He really did. Still, he felt an unpleasant feeling in his chest as he thought of his fellow Upper Moons receiving a gift from his girlfriend. No one had ever gifted anything material. Not even (Name). He put his feelings aside, focusing on the positive.

“They will love them. Thank you so much, (Name)!”

(Name) had worked so hard. For him. For his sake. He shouldn’t be feeling like that. (Name) truly cared about him. Douma knew that. So he would put his gentle facade in front of her, even if that unknown feeling kept burning his chest.

(Name) finished putting the last bow on, leaving the present to the side with the others. She took a box from her pocket, looking at Douma with a soft expression. The box was small, wrapped with platinum paper. In the front, a paper lotus (Name) had made.

“I didn’t forget about you.”

The fact that his first gift came from (Name) made it even more special to him. Douma dropped his facade, his face showing a genuine smile. The way his eyes glinted with the excitement of a child made him even cuter. (Name) giggled, as she watched him unwrap the gift. Soon after, a small sculpture of a lotus flower made of crystal rested on his hand. The reflection of the candles near them, made the light hit the object. Rainbow light reflecting around the room due to it.

The demon studied it, placing the lotus sculpture near him. His smile widened as he continued to see his first present. When he finally left it on the table, Douma was quick to show his appreciation. His lips pressed against hers, resting his hands on her waist as he did so. Their lips lingered for a while, before he pulled away.

“I love it. Thank you, dear!”

It was the perfect gift. A gift made only for him. And most importantly, a gift that came from (Name).

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Reunion (Kokushibo x F!Reader)

(Warning: Kokushibo’s backstory spoilers.)

Silence. A melody Kokushibo had long grown used to. In fact, he enjoyed it, even if at times it made him think of the past. Of his brother Yoriichi, of his jealousy, of his wife, and of his descendants. Memories of his long-lost humanity. Worthless memories. The Upper Moon One grunted as he looked up at the clear night sky. It was useless to remember those things now. The past wasn’t going to return. Not that he wanted it to do so.

“Michikatsu?”

(Name)’s voice rang in his brain. The voice of his wife, a voice he didn’t expect to hear again. His mood turned sour; he shouldn’t be thinking of old thoughts and feelings. He got up, ready to leave. To his surprise, someone grabbed the sleeve of his kimono. Kokushibo turned to see who dared touch him. A pair of (e/c) eyes met his, Kokushibo’s six eyes narrowing in annoyance. She was a demon like him but of lower rank. He didn’t have time to waste, even less with weaklings.

“I apologize.” She muttered, her eyes showing a hint of disappointment at the demon’s coldness. A disappointment that seemed baseless to the demon. That’s when he noticed. That voice was familiar.

“(Name)?” Kokushibo asked, his face slightly softening. No, he must be mistaken. It was impossible. It had been almost four hundred years; his wife couldn’t be alive. The Upper Moon One removed her hand from his sleeve, putting his feelings aside. He should leave now; he was wasting time. As the Upper Moon started walking again, her voice echoed in the forest.

“Please wait, Michikatsu!” Her voice pleaded.

That name. A name he had long dismissed was being used to refer to him once again. The wind breeze moved their hair, making (Name)’s features visible in the moonlight. As much as Kokushibo didn’t want to believe it was possible, there was no mistake. His wife was there.

“You are wasting your time.”

His voice rang back as he disappeared in the darkness. Kokushibo had missed her, yes, but she was also a reminder of his human life. A reminder of his weakness and the life that he had left behind.

(Name) looked at where he stood a few seconds ago. Even after Kokushibo left her and their kids, she had been searching for him. She even turned into a demon four hundred years ago after hearing about a demon that matched Michikatsu’s appearance. Her life after his departure had been fully focused on one thing: finding him.

“I just want to talk…” (Name) mumbled to herself, still looking at the place where Kokushibo was.

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As much as the strongest Upper Moon wanted to stop thinking about the encounter with his wife, he couldn’t. The memories of their time spent together kept coming back, much to his annoyance. Those useless feelings filling his mind.

“(Name)…” He whispered as he kept walking around the forest. The demon kept walking, trying to find comfort in nature. Only the forest and the loneliness could soothe his soul at times like that. He rested his hand on the hilt of his katana as he gazed at the night sky. The memory of (Name)’s was now engraved in his mind, as much as he wanted it to disappear.

The peace didn’t last long. A fight could be heard in the distance, the clash of metal resonating in the air. Kokushibo got closer, a mixture of curiosity and hope of finding a strong opponent to distract himself filling him. His steps were quiet, not wanting the other party to notice his presence. That’s when he saw it. (Name) was fighting with a Hashira.

(Name)’s movements were sloppy. Weak. Inexperienced. The way she held her katana and her posture were wrong. It was a surprise how she remained alive for so long with such a lack of basic fighting knowledge.

Kokushibo felt his chest burn as he heard her pained screams. He shouldn’t care about an inferior being. So why did his chest ache as he watched the pain on her features? Why did seeing her wounds and the blood dripping on the ground make his eyes narrow in anger? Why did he care? It was only a matter of time before she was defeated. And then he could go back to his usual life. No more memories of her. Of them. Of the past.

(Name) could feel the blade of the Hashira’s katana in her neck. It was over. She wasn’t able to talk to Michikatsu at the end. To understand why he left her and their kids. “If only I was stronger.” She thought, closing her eyes. Ready to met her end.

Then, a loud thud. (Name) opened her eyes, just to find the Hashira laying on the ground. A puddle of blood underneath him. It was not until she saw Kokushibo next to her that she understood what had happened.

“…”

Kokushibo wasn’t a man of words, so he said nothing. His six eyes were soon fixed on her, watching her wounds. If Kokushibo still had something in him of the man she used to know, she could swear his gaze was softer. Loving, even.

“Kokushibo.” He leaned closer, his thumb caressing the wound on her cheek. It took a few seconds before it regenerated, with his touch still lingering until it fully healed. “My demon name.”

His strong arms wrapped around her, bringing her closer to his body. (Name) was a reminder of his humanity. A lovely reminder, even if he didn’t want to admit so. Kokushibo buried his face in her hair, enjoying her warmth. As he breathed in her scent, his muscles relaxed.

(Name) was a weakness. The only weakness he was willing to allow back into his life.