Demon Slayer Upper Moons + Muzan x Autistic Reader
How they would be with an Autistic s/o
Muzan Kibutsuji:
3/10. Realistically, you’d have to be tolerable to him or useful to him in someway or else he’d probably kill you
Say you did manage to miraculously charm your way into his good graces. You’re obviously different and function differently from normal people, that, or you’re just dumb. No way a normal person just accepts a man eating demon. And this sparks his curiosity
Why is it that you’re so different from normal people? You’ve become a puzzle that he wants to solve. Congratulations, you’ve gained yourself a demon king who wants to study you
He’s taking notes about your different sensitivities and issues and making a detailed list of odd behaviors you do such as stimming or fidgeting. He’ll ask you about things and he’ll be very patient in having you explain yourself to the best of your ability
If you don’t know why you do things or certain behaviors, he’ll ask about them and try to help you figure out why you do those things
If you fixate on demons or some kind of science, he’s more than happy to be your discussion partner and talk about it. What do humans taste like? Does each human have a different flavor? What affects their flavor? He’s happy to answer such questions
If you have difficulty taking care of yourself, he’ll gladly help you. He’ll set up ways for you to remember to take care of things like mundane tasks or hygiene. He’ll go on nighttime errands with you if you’re unable to go during the day
If you have posture issues that are negatively impacting your health, he’ll do what he can to help you correct them. If you slouch too much or something, he’ll help you come up with reminders and stretches to help you fix your posture
When it comes to social interactions or moreover your obvious social ineptitude, he’s curious about why you have such trouble since he doesn’t understand how you have difficulties with social norms and interactions but he’s there to catch you when you fall
Kokushibo:
About an 6.5/10. He’s very responsible and has the diligence to strictly adhere to structure. If you have difficulty with needing a routine in order to function, he’s your guy
But that highly depends on how close of a relationship you have with him. It would take time for you to endear yourself to him and make him actually accept having and maintaining a relationship with you
The most likely scenario for meeting him would be as he travels and you opening your home to him. He’s not the kind of guy to kill indiscriminately, unless he needs to feed or you’re a demon slayer, he’s content to leave you be unless you pose a threat
Since Autistic people aren’t really accepted in this time period, you’d probably live alone outside of a village, making your home a haven for demons needing to escape the rising sun. Which is likely how you meet Kokushibo as I said before
You might have been startled originally when you found him at your door but you didn’t actually realize he could kill you, you thought he was some kind of Yokai and you didn’t want an angry Yokai haunting you so you welcomed him inside your home
After getting to know him and learning he’s a man eating demon, you simply asked him not to eat humans in front of you which bewilders him but he agrees to. You then make a deal with him, he can use your home as a safe haven from the sun whenever he’s in the area, he just has to keep other demons from trying to kill you while he stays
When it comes to your fixations, if you’re interested in something he knows such as swordsmanship or calligraphy, he’s actually willing to teach you in his spare time. If not, he’s fine with listening to you ramble about whatever, he might learn something useful, who knows
When it comes to poor eye contact/poor posture, he’s understanding of why but he does his best to help you overcome it. You have issues with constantly walking on your tiptoes, he’ll gently remind you each time he sees to walk on the bottoms of your feet
If you have difficulty with communication or talking in general, he’ll do his best to teach you or help you out, but when it comes to social interactions, he can’t really help you out other then to tell you about boundaries and what you can and cannot do and why
Douma:
Would actually be one of the best people to be around if you’re autistic. 10/10, super accommodating to your needs
Despite his inability to feel emotions, you feel them strong enough for the both of you. If you have difficulty regulating or processing your emotions then he’s happy to help however he can
Many people in your life rejected you since no one really understood that Autism is a mental disorder during that time period. Most people thought you were weird or too sensitive. But not Douma
It doesn’t matter how you met him, whether you knew he was a man-eating demon from the start or not, you accepted who he was because he was the first person to fully welcome and accept you for who you were
He doesn’t have any desire to eat you, you fascinate him and you make him less lonely. When you do discover that he eats people, you simply ask him to deliver a painless death to them. When he asked why you didn’t reject him you told him that him eating people is the same as you eating cows, pigs or other animals. You told him that as long as he kills people humanly then you don’t see the difference
You often try to explain things to him that he doesn’t understand to the best of your ability and vise versa. You both help the other navigate the complexities that is human society
When you’re overwhelmed with noise/lights or whatever or just need a quiet space, Douma lets you stay in his private room where you won’t be disturbed
Whatever it is that you’re currently fixating on, he’s more than happy to help you acquire it. You’re fixating on flowers? He’ll get you as many books on them as you want and even set aside a garden just for you to grow them in. Whatever your interests, he’ll help you with. He also loves to hear you tell him all about whatever it is
Akaza:
9/10. He basically took care of others for a living when he was human so it’s not much different
While you might not be ill and bedridden, you do have difficulties when it comes to taking care of yourself, whether it’s doing mundane tasks such as cleaning or grocery shopping or things like remembering to eat. Your body might be healthy, but it’s clear to Akaza that your mind isn’t entirely healthy
If there’s days where you just can’t get out of bed, he’ll praise you just for eating a decent meal and doing the bare minimum, especially if you suffer from depression or anxiety
He loves listening to whatever topic is your latest fixation. Animal facts? Tell him more. Astrology or astronomy? That’s so interesting. He loves seeing how passionate you are about your fixations
When it comes to sensory overload or issues with sensitivity to certain stimuli, he’s always ready to help you. If you don’t like the feel of something, he’ll do what he can to fix it, he’d even go as far as to help you remodel your home if necessary
If you have issues like remembering to walk on the bottom of your feet, he’ll gently remind you every time he sees you doing it. He’ll also go as far as to teach you a little martial arts if it would help with your posture
✧ Pairings: Muzan & UpperMoons x Reader (Plus Yoriichi because our little sun puppy deserves some Holiday Cheer and Love!)
✧ Genre: Fluffy ⎜Comedy ⎜⎜ Angst ⎜ Slice of Life ⎜sfw ⎜Holiday AU ⎜Established relationship ⎜Dark Romance
✧ Author’s Note: It’s hard to believe we’re standing at the edge of New Year’s Eve! As the calendar turns, I wanted to take a moment to thank you all for following this series but we also can't forget that even people on the "Naughty List" can celebrate too. It's the time of Oomisoka, where the bells toll to ring out the sins of the past year. ! In the Taisho era, Christmas was a strange, "high-society" western influence that's flooding the streets of Ginza—cafés are serving "Christmas Cake," and department stores have window displays. However, our demons are a bit... out of touch and disconnected from human society. While the rest of Japan prepares for Oshogatsu (New Year), these monsters are trying to figure out why humans are obsessed with a man coming down chimneys. For these powerful beings, "Christmas" is less about peace on earth and more about power, obsession, and a very confused attempt at being festive. Let’s see how they handle the "spirit of giving" (or taking).
Pt.1 Pt.2
🍷The Explanations & The Eternal Night Celebrations 🎆
鬼舞辻無惨 (Muzan Kibutsuji) 👑:
Muzan views Christmas as a pathetic display of human sentimentality and finds the concept of Santa "Naughty or Nice" list very insulting because he is the only judge that matters. However, he appreciates the aesthetics of "High Society." He explains it to you as "A day where humans celebrate a savior who doesn't exist." He takes you to a high-end Western hotel 🏨 in Tokyo. He decides to "grace" you with a gifts simply to prove he is more generous than any human. —imported chocolates 🍫 , silk scarves 🧣 , and French perfumes. He demands perfection; if the orchestra🎻 plays a single note out of tune during your dinner, he looks ready to dismantle them but getting a soft suprising kiss 💋 on the cheek from (Y/N) soften the blow or saves their lives. After dinner, they had served a traditional British fruitcake. He takes one bite, finds the texture "offensive," and spends ten minutes lecturing the chef on the molecular failure of preserved fruit. He tells (Y/N), "If you ever offer me something this dense again, I will consider it an assassination attempt." He gives you a diamond necklace that costs more than the hotel, just to prove he's superior to "Saint Nick."
黒死牟 (Kokushibo) 🌑:
Since he was from the Sengoku Era (400 years ago, Winter ❄️ was more for survival and not celebration); he was deeply confused by the concept of "Santa Claus" coming down a chimney and a "Christmas Tree"🎄. He considers it a security breach. He literally spends the night staring at the fireplace with his sword drawn while standing guard over your room, six eyes scanning for this "Santa." However, seeing you excited, he attempts to court you with the discipline of a samurai🗡️. He explains the holiday as a "winter discipline." He spends the evening silently sitting with you, watching the snow fall on the Infinity Castle's warped balconies. His gift is a handcrafted lacquer box, inside which is a preserved winter camellia 💮 as well as a traditional kimono 👘 patterned with winter camellias, but he’s added a Western-style fur stole he saw a socialite wearing. He is deadly serious about the "Mistletoe" tradition he overheard Dōuma whispering about, but he gets the plant wrong and accidentally hangs a sprig of dried seaweed 🎍over the door, standing beneath it with all six eyes fixed on you, waiting for "the ritual" to begin.
ドゥーマ(Dōuma) 🪭:
He is the one who discovered "Eggnog" and brought it to the Infinity Castle. Dōuma loves the "Joy" 😊 of Christmas because it’s so easy to fake. He tells his cult followers that Santa is a benevolent deity he’s friends with. Being a demon, the alcohol 🍷 doesn't affect him like a human, but he acts drunk just for the attention; basically, he’s the "Drunk" 🥴 of the party. He forces the cult followers to dress as reindeer 🦌 and sing carols outside your window at 3:00 AM. He wears a red hat and insists on singing "Western Carols" that he doesn't know the lyrics to, turning them into upbeat songs about his cult. He corners you under a massive clump of mistletoe he stole from a 💐flower shop, pouting when you tell him that demons don't get presents from Santa. "But (Y/N)! I’ve been so good! I haven't eaten a single follower all week!"
アカザ (Akaza) ❄️:
He hates the "softness" of the holiday but wants you to be happy. He explains that "Santa" must be a formidable warrior 👊 to visit every house in one night "If he wants to give gifts, he should fight for the right to do so!" He takes you to the highest peak of a mountain 🏔️ to see the "First Sunrise" of the New Year early. His gifts are random but thoughtful: a heavy, warm haori, a basket of winter peaches 🍑 , a pair of sturdy, warm boots 👢 , and a promise: "I will crush anyone who tries to put you on a 'Naughty' list." He finds the idea of "Coal" 🪨 as a punishment hilarious—he’d rather just fight the offender. He’s the most realistic; he knows he’s a demon, so he simply says, "I can't give you a 'holy' night, but I can kill anything that tries to ruin your sleep."😴 He thinks Dōuma’s coal joke is pathetic and offers to punch Dōuma into next year.
妲己＆牛太郎 (Daki & Gyutaro) 🎀🔪:
Daki loves the fashion; Gyutaro hates the waste. Daki spends the day demanding you tell her she’s prettier than a Christmas angel 😇 . She demands the most beautiful "Kurisumasu" kimono in Yoshiwara. She explains the holiday as a day where she should be worshipped. If Daki gets "coal," she will burn the entire district down. Gyutaro would just wheeze and say, "Coal is for the poor, and we aren't poor anymore, are we, (Y/N)?" She spends the day dragging you through the snow-covered streets to show off. She treats Christmas like a photoshoot in the Yoshiwara district. She treats (Y/N) like a favorite doll 🎎, dressing you in layers of expensive fur. Gyutaro stays in the shadows, grumbling about how "all these happy couples need to be cursed" plus how "lucky" 🍀 people are to get gifts. Still, he secretly brings you a bag of high-quality roasted chestnuts and premium wagyu beef 🥩 that he snatched from a street vendor. Daki tries to sing a "carol," but it sounds more like a threat. but he’s the one who scoured the city to find you a tin of imported French chocolates 🍫 , handing them to you with a raspy, "Don't let Daki eat them all, or I'll have to kill her."
ナキメ (Nakime) 👁️:
She doesn't speak much, but she uses the Infinity Castle to create the ultimate Christmas surprise. She doesn't want a gift; she just wants you to sit near her instrument 🪕 while she plays. Nakime provides the "Atmosphere" as she changes the rooms of the Infinity Castle to look like a snowy forest 🌳 just for you. She creates a beautiful, infinite room filled with floating lanterns 🏮 and falling "snow" (shredded silk) just for you to rest in. She plays a soft, festive melody on her biwa, the rhythm matching the beating of your heart ❤️ . She plays a haunting, rhythmic melody on her biwa that sounds suspiciously like a minor-key version of "Jingle Bells"🔔 and the most peaceful "Silent Night". She is the one who keeps Dōuma from falling into the bottomless pits while he's drunk on eggnog.
半天狗と玉光 (Hantengu & Gyokko) 🏺😰:
Gyokko tries to make "Christmas Art" which is just a vase stuffed with frozen fish heads 🐠 and pine needles 🪡 . He calls it "The Birth of the Winter God."You have to pretend to like it. Hantengu just hides under the table, terrified that "Krampus" is a real demon 😈 coming to punish him specifically for his "sins." Hantengu’s "Joy" 😊 clone is the only one enjoying himself, while the others cower in the corner, terrified that Santa 🎅 is a demon hunter coming down the chimney to behead them eventhough (Y/N) kept explaining to them. They are the reason you can't have nice things.
継国縁壱 (Yoriichi Tsugikuni) ☀️:
He doesn't understand Christmas as a concept, but he understands the "Winter Solstice."❄️ He remembers seeing early Christian missionaries and equates the holiday with the simple warmth of a hearth. He finds a parallel between the "Star of Bethlehem" ✨and the Breath of the Sun. He explains it as a day of hope—something he feels he has lost but sees reflected in you. He takes you to a quiet shrine covered in snow. He approaches Christmas with a quiet, heartbreaking curiosity even though he doesn't have much to give, so he gives you a small, dried flower 🌷 he kept pressed in a book as well as a small, handmade flute 🪈 . He doesn't understand the "Western" traditions, but he understands the feeling of "Peace on Earth." When you mention the mistletoe tradition and kiss him softly, he blushes 😳 a deep, sunset red and looks away, his hand ghosting over his sword hilt in shy nervousness. He tells you of a winter centuries ago when he simply sat with his wife, Uta, and watched the frost form. "I do not need a holiday to be grateful for your warmth, (Y/N)," he whispers. The realism of his grief mixed with his love for you makes the moment feel incredibly fragile and precious. He spends the day teaching you how to make traditional New Year’s decorations 🎋(Kadomatsu) while explaining that the end of the year is a time to let go of old sorrows.
A Special Comment from the Christmas Party 🍾
"I asked Akaza for a present and he gave me a black rock. I told him it was coal because I was 'naughty,' and he got so confused he started a fight with a nearby boulder. I found Douma is currently face-down in a bowl of spiked eggnog and Kokushibo is nearly choking on some fruitcake. "Does anyone know if Muzan-sama accepts returns on 'immortal blood' vials? It doesn't go with my outfit." When I jokingly told Muzan that he's on the "naughty list," he didn't laugh. He leans in, eyes glowing plum-red, and whispers, "I don't receive coal, (Y/N). I turn the world into ash if it doesn't give me what I want. You are the only gift I’ve chosen to keep." — A very tired and confused (Y/N).
If you had to spend New Year's Eve trapped in the Infinity Castle, which Upper Moon would you trust to be the most "civilized" at a dinner party as well as bring you a cup of eggnog without "accidentally" putting something suspicious in it?
@dollywons credited for Christmas banners and dividers
One of my New Year’s resolution is to read all of Demon Slayer so I can finally write for the other characters and make a masterlist (cause I can’t stop writing for Akaza 🤭). Reader is gender neutral and happy holidays!!! ❤️
CW: none!! Modern AU
The holidays didn’t bring a lot of tender memories for Hakuji.
He remembers the cold biting at his skin while waiting in the dark corners of alleyways to snatch money from an oblivious shopper. He remembers rummaging through restaurants’ dumpsters, hoping that he could find some half-eaten soup to take back. He remembers bundling all of the ragged blankets together to try and keep his frail father warm as he fed him the last bits of medicine…
Hakuji didn’t want to dwell on those moments— but no matter how many years passed, it remained lingering in the back of his mind.
But he still wanted to indulge you, even if you were adamant on not doing anything on his behalf. His past suffering shouldn’t—wouldn’t— put a damper on your happiness. You didn’t see it that way of course, but he didn’t leave any room for you to argue and eventually you relented. Hakuji would endure his own pain just to see you smile.
So he was shocked when he opened the gift you got him.
“I’ve been waiting to give this to you, but after you insisted on celebrating the holidays this year, I thought this would be a good time.”
Hakuji couldn’t stop thumbing over the needlework on the back of the uniform, completely in awe. “Is this…”
“I know it’s not your original uniform— but I wanted to try and make it anyway.” You rambled on. “Sorry if my stitching isn’t the best— everyone had a bunch of different ways to sow when I was looking it up on YouTube trying to learn.”
Hakuji remembered the late nights you would leave him to go to bed alone. When he thumbed over your callouses, you would brush them off. He observed everything about you, but he trusted you that nothing was wrong. Because if something was wrong, he trusted you enough to come to him. He knew you were more than likely up to something, but he just assumed you were indulging in your hobbies.
He would have never imagined you were recreating one of his most cherished memories— one of the only memories that he would reminisce.
The first uniform that Hakuji wore from his master. The one that helped him find his purpose, a bright light at the end of an otherwise dark path. The one that led him to his first love…
Something else glinted in the box, which led to him being speechless.
A beautiful hairpin, one that instantly reminded him of Koyuki.
You rambled on about the mistakes you made crafting them both, but he didn’t care. In Hakuji’s eyes, there were no mistakes. All of it was perfect.
Her, his master, his father— they would have loved this.
“I tried my best to get all of the details from your old photos, but I may have missed some— oh, Kuji..”
Hakuji felt you brush under his eyes, you bringing his chin up. He glanced down at the wet splotches falling onto the uniform— when did he start crying?
“I know that you’ll never forget them Kuji, but I still wanted to give you this. Something that would help keep their memory alive.” You wiped at his cheek one more time before pulling away. “If I overstepped in anyway—“
“Thank you.”
It was quiet enough that you almost didn’t hear it. Until he said your name, his voice cracking, blue eyes welling up with more tears. “Thank you.”
You brought him into your arms, cradling him as he fell apart. He clung onto you as he sobbed, the rush of emotions overwhelming him.
You did this for Hakuji and in a way for Koyuki, his father and his master Keizo. You both didn’t speak about them much, but when you did, it was hard to not notice the look in his eyes— how much he still grieved over them, but you weren’t upset. You completely understood. Despite never meeting them, you felt like you owed a lot to them for how much they cared over him. How much they loved him.
You couldn’t imagine where Hakuji would be at if it wasn’t for them. Or if he would even be alive. Your heart ached at the thought.
You held him as the snow fell outside, continuing to wipe away his tears without any worries, grateful that he was still here and hoping that the very people who loved him were at peace.
The holidays didn’t bring a lot of tender memories for Hakuji, but tonight would be one of the very memories that he would cherish for a lifetime.
there’s a strip of tinsel sticks to hakuji’s shoulder and a smeared dab of excess glitter from the festive decor loitered on his cheekbone.
your steady balance atop the step stool threatens to waver, before hakuji’s right hand is already steadying your hipbone before you tilt right over.
the thick, black circles that wrap around his wrist and the start of his forearms catch the barest highlight of the fireplace in front of you. it’s decorated with pictures and holiday cards, loitered with nearly obnoxious amounts of mistletoe.
it’s clear enough you’re hoping for a certain… result. stepping off the stool, your finger comes to wipe off what you can off his face. his jaw clenches, but then relaxes as your hand traces the edge of it.
there’s a short, tense silence that crosses your minds, a shift in energy in the warm air.
something hot feels like it’s bursting in his chest. suddenly he’s at a loss for words— his mind short-circuiting at every motion around him, signaling him to get closer to you.
you make him want to be better. to use his strength to protect and cherish, not to harm anyone or anything. and he can’t say anything that’ll amount the gratefulness he has for you.
hakuji’s mouth parts open as if trying to silently ask for a kiss. you’re so…” he breathes, and hakuji’s grip on your waist tightens, holding like a lifeline. you can swear his breathing faltered a note enough to barely let out a whine. “perfect.”
he whispers out, snowy lashes batting down at you. your skin feels warm against the glow of the fireplace and his body, the mistletoe dangling right above hakuji’s head a constant reminder that you just may be successful.
“hakuji…” you can feel your heart clench in your chest and the innate urge to kiss him arise in your body.
hakuji’s shoulders relax, muscular back furling to get a closer look at your face. his lips graze against yours, a big hand holding your chin up to match his altitude.
instinctively, you tip-toe, heart frenetically beating as you realize your intimate proximity.
“mistletoe.” hakuji huffs after he flickers a quick look above. a hopeful, soft grin on his face. “let me have you, please?” it’s not like he even needs to ask. you nod, and gracefully, his eyes shut and his lips are on you.
stumbling back against the wall, hakuji absentmindedly shifts the piling presents out of the way, gift-wrap roll bundles and sticker labels kicked off to the side.
his mouth against yours isn’t gentle. it’s a hard, slow passionate crash of teeth and tongue together.
hakuji’s spare hand plants to the opposite side of his right hand on the wall, laying over the flare of your hips and squeezing the plush flesh there.
trailing his hand up your waist and down your legs, he pushes himself off the wall, timing it just right so he heaves you up right into his arms.
your legs wrap around hakuji’s waist, elbows coming to press against his shoulders. hakuji doesn’t break the kiss until you’re gently clawing at his back.
“fuck— so fucking beautiful.” he grinds his hips against yours, pushing you further and pinning you in his grasp.
the warmth enveloping all your five senses could be coming from the sizzling of firewood just a few feet of you or the seeping heat of your arousal.
or more certainly, the heat of hakuji nearly swallowing you whole with his body. like the gentleman (he aims to be) he is,
hakuji takes this nice and slow.
hi , i know i’ve taken such a massive break from uploading… clearly. i haven’t wrote anything and published it since nov. 26 (which was my lil aizawa prompt thing) but i’m back and planning to extend these prompts till january. i haven’t been feeling so good recently, and my absence heavily reflects that. so, please enjoy!
I ABSOLUTELY LOVED YOUR SA AND GRAPE COMFORT UPPERMOON WORKS AS A SURVIVOR. I REALLY WANT UR HCS ON HOW THIS WOULD AFFECT OUR DOMESTIC LIFE AND INTIMACY, WHADDYA THINK? WHAT IF WE LIKE CUDDLE NAKED BEFORE WE EVEN GET TO THE STUFF AS LIKE A SAFE SPACE YKNOW? LIKE A "I KNOW YOUR IN A VULNERABLE POSITION RIGHT NOW AND I TRUST YOU IN THE FACT THAT YOU WONT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME" STUFF SORRY FOR THE RAMBLING
A/N: Thank you for your request. I apologize for the delay. I took a short break from my requests for a day. 🖤 This is about choosing safety before desire. About trust that exists even when nothing happens. About bodies being allowed to rest together without expectation.
• Domestic intimacy with him is ritualistic and deliberate. Nothing happens by accident. It is all purposeful.
• He understands nakedness is not inherently sexual, it can be intimacy without invasion. He never objectifies you.
• He never assumes access to your body just because you share space, a bed, or a life.
• He treats your comfort as a boundary he guards, not a hurdle to overcome. If anyone makes you uncomfortable? They won’t exist anymore.
• If you choose to lie with him unclothed, he considers it a sacred offering of trust.
• He remains still when you’re vulnerable, until you say it’s safe.
• He believes safety is proven through restraint. Most importantly his discipline and restraint.
Scene
Night settles softly around the room, lantern light breathing against the walls.
You stand there for a long moment before joining him on the futon. Just bare skin meeting cool air, nerves humming under your ribs. It’s not about desire. Not yet atleast. It’s about being seen.
Kokushibō does not look at you right away.
He waits.
Only when you sit beside him, when your thigh brushes his by choice, does he turn his head. His gaze is steady and reverent, not hungry or consuming.
“You are unclothed,” he says quietly. Not a warning but a simple acknowledgment.
You nod. Your throat feels tight. “I wanted… to feel close. Without being… expected to give more.”
He inclines his head. “That’s vulnerable. Then nothing more will be taken.”
You lie back slowly. He does the same—parallel, a careful distance between you. When you shift closer, inch by inch, he remains still until your shoulder finally rests against his arm.
Minutes pass and your breathing finally evens out.
Only then does he speak again. “I will not touch you unless you ask,” he murmurs. “And even then, I will stop the moment your body says no.”
You close your eyes.
For the first time, nakedness does not feel like exposure.
It feels like trust.
Dōma
Head canons
• Dōma learns that intimacy is not performance, its presence.
• He realizes naked closeness is not about consumption, but permission.
• He becomes strangely gentle during domestic moments, hyper-aware of your reactions.
• He treats cuddling as a contract: no expectation, no escalation.
• He delights in the idea that you trust him enough to be unguarded.
• He asks questions though, but not to push, but to understand the rules that keep you safe.
• For once, he enjoys stillness in his life.
Scene
It’s your idea.
You leave the bath. No towel around you.
You say it quickly, nervously, before you can second-guess yourself. “Can we just… lie together? Like this. No pressure.”
Dōma blinks.
Then he smiles, but it’s different. It’s softer and genuine. Your favorite smile that he gives.
“Oh,” he says softly. “You’re giving me something fragile.”
You expected teasing. But now you expect hunger.
But instead, he carefully removes his layers, movements slow and gentle, like he’s trying not to spook a wounded animal. When he settles beside you, he keeps his hands folded over his stomach.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Like this?” he asks again.
“Yes.”
When you curl into him, bare skin to bare skin, he inhales sharply but not with desire, it’s something like awe or relief.
“You’re trusting me,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Even though you don’t have to.”
You nod against his chest. “Because you won’t take more than I want to give.”
He hesitates, then wraps an arm around you; loose, adjustable, and easily escapable. He doesn’t want to crowd you.
“If you change your mind,” he says lightly, “I’ll let you go. No drama. No hurt feelings.”
Your body relaxes before your mind can catch up.
It feels like floating.
Akaza
Head canons
• Akaza treats domestic intimacy like sparring: rules first, always.
• He believes naked closeness is about equality. There’s no armor and no hierarchy.
• He positions himself so you never feel trapped.
• He prefers side-by-side contact rather than looming closeness. Even when cooking or doing small chores.
• He checks in with you silently all the time; watching your breath, your shoulders, your hands.
• He considers restraint a form of strength.
• He sees your trust as something he must earn every time.
Scene
The room is quiet except for the sound of fabric hitting the floor, as you both get ready for bed.
You sit on the futon first, naked and waiting.
Akaza’s movements are careful, almost restrained. When he joins you, he sits a full foot away, hands braced behind him.
“You don’t owe me anything,” he says immediately. “Not touch. Not closeness. Not comfort.”
“I know,” you whisper. “That’s why I chose you.”
You lie down. He follows, but turns onto his side, facing away until you reach for him.
When you press your back to his chest, he stiffens for half a second before relaxing.
His turns and his arm comes around you slowly, resting at your waist. This time it’s not possessive or claiming, just safety.
“If this ever stops feeling safe,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, “say the word. I’ll move.”
I just wanna tell you I was absolutely OBSSESED with the upper moons headcannons and scenes, you’re the best!
Also, could you please make an Akaza/Hakuji one shot x fem reader like they’re high school sweethearts and after college he proposes? He’s so romantic & devoted I think it would be so cute🥹
The first time Hakuji notices you, you’re sitting on the floor of the gym with your back against the wall, knees pulled to your chest, notebook balanced loosely in your lap. It’s both of your senior years.
You aren’t watching the match.
You’re writing instead.
The gym smells like sweat and floor polish, the sharp slap of bare feet against mats echoing off the walls in a steady rhythm. Voices rise and fall. Someone laughs. Someone grunts in frustration. Hakuji moves through it all with practiced control. His breath even, focus locked, body responding before thought has time to interfere.
And then, uncontrollably, his attention drifts.
Just for a second.
Just long enough.
To notice you.
He glances toward the edge of the room and sees you there, quiet and folded into yourself. Your pen is moving steadily across the page as if the noise doesn’t exist. Like you’re somewhere else entirely. It intimidates him but at the same time, it irritates him.
You look up.
Your eyes meet.
The moment is brief, but it’s enough.
He missteps and loses his balance. It cost him a point.
The irritation settles in his chest immediately, sharp and unwelcome. He tells himself it’s nothing. You’re just a pretty distraction. You looked at him and it was a coincidence. But even after practice ends, after his knuckles ache and his lungs burn—he finds himself looking for you again.
You’re still there.
Still sitting against the wall, writing. The gym is quieter now, the echoes fading into something hollow. You don’t flinch when he approaches, even though he’s still flushed, still breathing a little heavier than normal.
“What’re you doing?” he asks.
You glance up at him, then tilt the notebook so he can see. It’s a combination. Half -finished sentences. Margins crowded with small thoughts, arrows, lines connecting ideas only you understand. There’s a softness to your smile, unhurried and unguarded.
“Trying to catch things before they disappear.”
He doesn’t know why that stays with him.
But it does.
It follows him long after he leaves the gym, settling somewhere behind his ribs where unfamiliar things tend to linger for him.
After that, he can’t leave you alone.
He starts to show up when you least expect him. He’s quiet but he listens to you. You talk his ear off in the lunch line, after every class, and when school ends. He never misses a minute. He’s always there like he can’t stay away from you, like he’s drawn to you.
Eventually, he gets the courage to ask if he can walk you home.
You let him and it becomes routine.
Walks home are full of conversations about classes, homework, classmates, and reckless flirting.
One day he told you, “You’re gonna ruin me. But I’d let you... over and over again.” His voice was soft around the edges, quieter than usual.
By the time the two of you start dating, it feels less like a decision and more like an inevitability that everyone else noticed before you did.
You end up sitting beside each other in class without ever really talking about it. Your legs brush beneath the desk, and neither of you moves away. You pass notes back and forth. There are always some about the lecture and some about nothing at all. Sometimes they’re observations or quiet jokes. Things written just to make the other look over.
Sometimes you whisper something dry and understated when the teacher turns away, and Hakuji has to press his lips together to keep from smiling. He’s not subtle about it. He’s never been good at pretending indifference when he feels something.
Once, during a test review, you lean over and give him an answer you know is wrong. He trusts you without thinking and writes it down.
When the grades are posted later, he stares at the paper, then at you.
“You did that on purpose,” he says.
You shrug, unapologetic. “You should’ve known.” Then a smirk curves on your face.
He walks you home that day in silence, the kind that isn’t heavy but thoughtful. When you stop outside your building, he flicks your forehead lightly.
You grin like you’ve won something.
Another afternoon, you slip out of an assembly early and hide in the stairwell, sitting shoulder to shoulder on the cool concrete steps. The building hums faintly around you. You pass the time dropping folded scraps of paper down the stairwell and betting on which step they’ll land on.
When footsteps echo too close, Hakuji moves without thinking, stepping in front of you, blocking the view. His presence is solid and instinctive.
You press your face into his shoulder to keep from laughing.
“You’re going to get us in trouble or suspended,” he murmurs.
“You’d miss me,” you whisper back.
He doesn’t answer. He just stays where he is.
When he gets angry at bullies and teachers, you’re the only one who can quiet him. You don’t argue. You don’t lecture him. You just take his wrist gently and hold it until his breathing evens out again.
You learn from each other slowly, in fragments and habits.
The way he reaches for you without looking.
The way you lean into him when the world feels loud.
The way the silence between you feels full instead of empty.
Your first kiss happens on the school rooftop, late afternoon sun bleeding orange across the concrete. The door is supposed to be locked. It isn’t. You went to solely cause chaos but got stuck on the rooftop.
Neither of you rushes it. When it happens, it’s awkward and hesitant but it’s so right. His hands hover for a moment before settling carefully at your waist, like he’s afraid of misreading something. You hold onto his shirt, grounding him as much as yourself.
When you pull apart, neither of you moves right away.
He rests his forehead against yours.
“I’ve wanted to do that,” he admits quietly.
You smile, small and knowing. “I know.”
College only changes the shape of things, not the substance.
You move into an apartment that’s a little too small, with walls that smell faintly like old paint and coffee. His textbooks stay neatly stacked on one side of the table. Yours spread everywhere, pages marked and folded and alive.
You tell yourselves you’ll study.
Sometimes you do.
Other nights, you end up sitting on the floor surrounded by open notebooks, talking instead. One conversation drifts into another. About professors, about your childhoods, and about deeper things that you don’t say out loud to many people. Hours pass without either of you noticing.
After parties, you come home together, shoes kicked off near the door, music humming quietly in the background. You collapse onto opposite ends of the couch, replaying the night in half-sentences and shared laughter. He usually says “It’s time for bed,” and drags you to the bedroom. But it never goes according to his plan.
At some point, when the room goes quiet.
“You awake?” you ask.
“Yeah,” he answers immediately.
You talk until the sky outside the window begins to lighten and you hear the birds chirp.
He’s still the one who finds you in crowded rooms. The one who brings you water when you forget to drink it. The one who listens when you read what you write aloud, even when the words aren’t finished yet.
One night, without ceremony, he says, “I love you.”
But it’s not like a revelation.
It’s like a truth that’s always been there.
You look over at him. “I know.”
Years pass and careers begin. Routines settle in. Love doesn’t fade—it thickens, deepens, weaves itself into the smallest parts of your life. It’s not overwhelming. It’s comfortable in the best way possible. Grocery lists on the fridge. Shopping for gifts for your shared friends and family. Inside jokes exchanged across rooms. The way his hand finds yours automatically when you cross the street.
Then one night.
He proposes.
You’re walking through the same park you used to cut through after class, senior year. The air is cool. Leaves crunch softly beneath your feet. He’s quieter than usual, something thoughtful pulling at his expression.
You stop near the old footbridge where you would skip class together and have make-out sessions.
“Hakuji,” you say gently. “What’s wrong?”
He exhales, slow and measured, then turns to face you.
“I’m not good with speeches,” he says. “So… I’ll try not to mess this up.”
Your heart starts to race.
He takes your hands. His palms are warm. Steady. Familiar in a way that makes your eyes burn.
“You’ve been with me through everything,” he says. “When I was angry. When I didn’t know where I was going. When I thought I wasn’t enough.”
You shake your head, emotion tightening your throat.
“You make my life feel anchored,” he continues. “Like no matter what happens, there’s always a place I belong.”
He lowers himself to one knee.
The world feels impossibly quiet.
“So,” he says, voice low but certain, “will you keep choosing me? Every day. Like you always have.”
You frantically nod, unable to form words.
He slides the ring onto your finger. It catches the light. You see it. It’s simple but perfect. A reflection of your love.
You laugh through your tears and fall into him before he even finishes standing. He holds you immediately, like it’s instinct.
“Yes,” you whisper. “Always yes.”
He presses his forehead to yours, smiling softly.
“I’m yours,” he says. “I always have been.”
And as he kisses you gently, familiar, full of promise.
Then you understand something quite simple.
You don’t have to catch things before they disappear.
Can I request Hakuji x reader kimetsu academy headcannons? Perhaps he and koyuki aren't together. They were and she does exist but not anymore. I really really love ur writing I keep re reading it love you and stay hydrated!☆
A/n: OMG! Sooo fun fact I hate Akaza but I love Hakuji. This is so adorable. I loved writing these so much. He’s so well written. This is so soft and warm. I’ve also only watched Kimetsu Academy. I haven’t read the manga.
~ Hakuji is the quiet delinquent-type of student who looks intimidating but is painfully earnest once you actually talk to him.
~ He doesn’t flirt well. Compliments come out blunt and awkward.
“You… look nice today.”
Then he goes red and refuses to elaborate.
~ He walks you to class without making a big deal out of it. Always on the outside of the sidewalk. Always matching your pace.
~ He’s fiercely loyal. Once you’re his person, that’s it. He doesn’t entertain rumors, jealousy games, or anyone disrespecting you. He will always defend you too.
~ He listens more than he talks. When you ramble, he remembers everything—favorite snacks, test anxiety, which subjects you hate.
~ He has a soft spot for after-school moments: empty hallways, shared vending machine drinks, sitting on the steps until campus lights turn on.
~ He’s terrible at texting. Messages are short, late, and sincere.
“home safe?”
“don’t forget to eat.”
~ Physical affection starts small: sleeves brushing, hands grazing, leaning shoulder to shoulder during study sessions.
~ When you’re overwhelmed, he becomes grounding. He doesn’t rush you to “cheer up” he just stays close until the feeling passes. But he always there to listen.
~ He falls hard but quietly. No dramatic confessions… just consistency, presence, and care.
~ When he does confess he plays it off like it’s something small. But once you confess you feel the same he treats it like a big deal—all that restraint leaves.
Scene:
The sun is already low when you step out of the school gates.
Hakuji’s there, backpack slung over one shoulder, pretending he hasn’t been waiting—playing it cool.
“Took you long enough,” he says, tone flat. But his eyes soften when he sees you.
“You could’ve left,” you tease.
He shrugs. “Didn’t want to.”
You fall into step beside him. The street is calm, the air warm.
At the crosswalk, he hesitates and then reaches out, fingers brushing yours like he’s testing gravity.
You lace your pinky with his.
He freezes.
Then exhales, slow and steady.
“…This okay?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah.”
He nods once, jaw tight like he’s holding himself together.
I hope you’re doing great and feeling happy and in peace:)
I was wondering, could you please make some Upper Three headcannons (Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza), like their likes and dislikes, hobbies, how would they be at intimacy, i think that would be so cool❤️
A/n: Soooo I decided to just put it altogether. Now, I have made a spicy version for all of them except Akaza on TikTok. (I’m sorry I’m biased) but I will be adding some spicy ones like how they are during intimacy on here following these for them all 🖤✨
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Kokushibō
His Likes
Quiet Spaces
Rooms with low light and empty corners. Silence feels like home to him. It’s where he reflects, mediates, and hones in on his inner turmoil which is partly what motivates him.
Traditional Music (Took some research)
Shamisen, shakuhachi, anything old enough to make him remember a time when he was still human. He won’t admit it, but certain melodies make him pause, like muscle memory of dancing, pulling him back centuries. He’ll never say it out loud or even to himself but familiar songs make him remember small details of his past, he tries to avoid it but when he does catch a faint sound he can’t help but listen if you play it around him.
Order
Objects arranged in straight lines, minimal clutter, cleanliness to where it’s almost sanitary, nothing unnecessary should be within his sight. Disorder and chaos irritates him in a way he can’t explain to you. If you leave dirty laundry around he WILL pick it up and put it where it belongs almost immediately. He’s the kind of person who sweeps behind you as you’re walking. It’s because his mind is already too chaotic.
He’d look at you with confusion as you try to add a huge succulent to the kitchen: “You cannot decorate our home with spontaneity.” “It doesn’t belong here.”
Determination in Others
He respects people who fight until their last breath. He loves it when people are passionate, ambitious. It stirs something bitter and nostalgic in him. It’s one of the things he admires most about you. He’s always pushing you to pursue your dreams. But at the same time it makes him feel like he is inferior to you and undeserving of you. He will say things like: “Don’t waste your time on me, you should be following your dreams.”
His favorite time of day is midnight
He likes the way it masks the world and the darkness softens the edges, blurs the noise, makes everything feel a little less alive. He loves stargazing with you.
That You Don’t Fear Him
Not because he enjoys your confidence or any of that, but because it confuses him. It makes him feel human instead of a monster. It makes him think twice about himself.
Old Textures & Worn Fabrics
He prefers things that feel aged. Like frayed hems, rough cloth, the texture of something handled for years. New things feel too bright, too untouched, like they don’t belong to him and only him. You’ve purchased new clothes for him but he prefers to rewash and wear the same outfit everyday. He will try them on for you though.
Thunderstorms
He likes the steadiness, comfort, and somber. The sound of the rain might be the closest thing he finds to a heartbeat. He would cuddle you at night during a storm and hold you close, just admiring you or just sit with you close to him outside in silence.
His Dislikes
Loud, Uncontrolled Voices
Anything too energetic or emotional feels grating to him. He hates when you cry or yell. He says: “You’re weak.” But the truth is it reminds him of what he smothers everyday.
Mirrors
He doesn’t like being confronted with what he’s become. He avoids reflective surfaces with almost subconscious precision.
Modern Day: He would rather kill you than take a picture with you.
Warm & Crowded Places
He prefers distance, even from you sometimes. He spends a lot of his free-time alone and doing his hobbies. Warmth feels too human to him. Crowds feel suffocating.
Disrespect Toward Strength
He respects real strength: discipline, honor, and persistence. Seeing it mocked or wasted makes him cold with irritation.
The Smell of Freshly Cooked Food
It hits him with a pang of memory he doesn’t appreciate. He prefers that you eat by yourself most times. He will occasionally accompany you but only if you ask. It reminds him too strongly of a life he can no longer touch.
Being Questioned
Not challenged but questioned. Especially if you get jealous or insecure. He hates people prying into motives, identity, and meaning. He is a man defined by purpose and any inquiry feels like intrusion. He will open to you though when you least expect it but it must be on his terms.
Being Looked At Too Long
He can feel when someone studies him and really looks. It puts something cold and sharp under his ribs. He doesn’t like the idea of being known or seen. If you stare at him in admiration for too long he quickly looks away and in a sharp tone says: “It is rude to stare.”
Sudden Warmth
A hand brushing his arm, a lantern being lit near him, a body stepping into his space with too much heat. Warmth feels intimate in a way he no longer thinks he deserves. Any hug, hand holding, or kissing will be because he initiates it. He will never reject you if you make the first move but it will catch him off guard completely.
His Everyday Quirks
Modern Day: He Doesn’t Understand Modern Humor
Jokes slide past him. Sarcasm feels like static. He will stare at you with his eyebrows furrowed if you attempt to make him laugh. He watches people laugh the way someone watches fire: curious, confused, and vaguely yearning. He is captivated by yours.
He Values Names
He rarely says his own, but he remembers everyone else’s. Names feel like threads he can’t stop collecting. He believes it is the most important part of someone’s identity. The first thing he falls in love with about you is your name, calling it: “Beautiful.”
He Stands Too Still
When he’s not moving, he’s unnervingly motionless almost like a statue waiting for the world to breathe wrong. You are always asking him if he’s okay and he just nods, staring off into space.
He Softens Around Quiet People
It’s never visible or even perceived by anyone but his presence becomes less suffocating. He gravitates toward those who speak gently and live softly. He finds soft voices to be attractive.
He Has a Strange Respect for Artists
Painters, musicians, and poets. Their devotion reminds him of swordsmanship. He secretly finds artistic and creative pleasure in his own swordsmanship.
He Notices Micro-Expressions
Small changes: a shift in breath, the flick of an eye, a nervous swallow. He reads people too well, sometimes to his own discomfort. He knows when danger is near, he knows when someone is flirting with you even if you don’t, he knows when you are nervous around him every-time.
He Tilts His Head When he’s Curious
You find it cute even if it’s not in a human way. It’s more like a predator studying unfamiliar movement. It’s subtle, but unsettling the way his hair shifts, and how his eyes tracking every micro-detail of something. He simply just wants to understand the inner workings of everything around him. He also psycho analyses people a lot. Even you, especially if you argue.
He Pauses Before Saying Your name
Every time. Like he’s weighing the value of it, tasting the memory, choosing whether the word deserves to leave his mouth. It makes the simplest interaction him feel significant.
His Hobbies: He doesn’t have a lot.
Nighttime Blade Maintenance
He sharpens his sword the way some people pray. It’s always slow, relentless, and ritualistic. It’s not about the weapon though; it’s about the stillness it forces in him, like it’s the only place where his thoughts quiet.
Listening to Wind
He’ll stand near forests or open fields and just listen to nature. He hates the sounds of birds though. He can distinguish changes in the wind the way others hear shifts in music. It reminds him of the life he left behind, which he tries to avoid but part of him is achingly nostalgic.
Calligraphy
His handwriting is elegant but controlled, all restrained emotion. He doesn’t write letters he intends to send; he writes to remember he once had a name that wasn’t drenched in blood. If he has a memory he will write it down and never read it again. It’s his way of relieving that “weakness.”
Walking Without Destination
He wanders around with you. The walks are normally long and silent. You sometimes walks through abandoned roads or mountain paths with him. The movement soothes him. It’s the closest thing he allows to peace for himself.
Memorizing Voices
He doesn’t engage with people, but he studies the way they speak with cadence, hesitation, and confidence. He memorizes voices like he’s afraid to forget the sound of humanity. He’s always asking you things just to hear the faintest crack, pause, or shift in your voice.
Observing Swordsmen
He watches form, stance, and conviction the most. Sometimes he recognizes flashes of his brother and feels the ache of a wound that never healed. Sometimes he sits there and relentlessly criticizes them.
Dōma
His likes:
Pretty Things
He loves anything that is visually pleasing: patterns, symmetry, and colors. He collects things simply for the aesthetics like a unique colored rock or a flower he’s never seen before.
Perfume & Sweet Scents
He genuinely enjoys floral or sugary smells. They remind him of the temples he grew up in, not the bad stuff just the nostalgia of it all. He is always complimenting the way you smell.
Laughter
Not his own but because people laughing around him makes him feel “correct,” like he’s fulfilling his role and like he’s doing something right and productive. He doesn’t enjoy it because it’s a sign of happiness or joy.
Soft Textures
He LOVES silk sleeves, fur-lined coats, the plushness of cushions. He likes to surround himself with comfort he doesn’t internally experience.
Modern Day: I imagine his bed would have silk sheets, a fluffy comforter, and goose feather pillows.
Compliments
They don’t emotionally affect him, but he finds them entertaining and they build his HUGE ego. Now if you compliment something about his personality or core parts of his identity he will show the slightest bit of emotion but he moves on from it quickly.
Devotion
He needs to be around people who cling to him, adore him, follow him. He sees worship as a game that he always wins. He loves that you’re absolutely crazy about him.
Snowfall
Silent, soft, cold, blinding…it all appeals to his idea of beauty. He constantly tells you how much he loves how soft your skin is, how quiet your voice is, how cold your hands are…it’s small things that make him see the beauty in you.
His Dislikes
Unfriendly personalities
He enjoys people who speak gently, and who speak with a lot of flare. It gives him a script to mimic back. He mirrors other people’s personalities. It’s the only way he knows how to be “friendly.”
Emotional Messiness
Crying, anger, heartbreak; he finds it inconvenient and tedious. If you cry he’ll try to comfort you to the best of his abilities but he truly does not understand why you would waste your tears at all. If you yell he will just ignore you or ask you to lower your voice in a snarky way because it “truly pains him”. It doesn’t.
Silence with No Audience
He hates being completely alone. He is really clingy. He wants to spend every minute with you. He desperately needs attention.
Strong Personal Boundaries
People who say “no” confuse and bore him. He prefers pliability. He has insane charisma and being told “no” to something is an insult to him.
Intense Heat
Excess warmth irritates him, because makes him sluggish. He is not big on cuddling. If you do cuddle it will most likely just be your head on his chest. That’s what he will allow.
People Questioning His Morality
He doesn’t understand guilt but dislikes being challenged, especially emotionally. It chips at his illusion of being divine and perfect. He is sort of narcissistic. (Maybe that’s what makes him so hot. The ones that get it, get it.)
Being Ignored
He despises it. It feels like the world forgetting he exists. If you give him the silent treatment he will threaten to consume you just to get your attention, he won’t actually do it… hopefully.
Imperfections in His Surroundings
Crooked decor, broken objects, things out of place, or chaotic situations like crowds, they grate at him. It’s the only time you’ll see him really focus and almost shut down.
Serious, Stoic People
They’re harder to manipulate, and therefore less interesting to him. They are also less impressed by him and his ability and power, therefore they are no use to him.
His Everyday Quirks
Always Smiling
Even when nothing calls for it. Even when it’s eerie. Even if you tell him to stop, he can’t. It’s just part of who he is.
Blinks hard and tilts his head When “Feeling” Something
It’s him trying to replicate curiosity or empathy. If you open up to him he will hold your hand and blink hard before staring blankly at you and titling his head to the side like he’s truly listening. He’s probably not.
Mimics the Emotions of Whoever He’s Talking To
Almost perfectly but it is always slightly off, and uncanny around the edges. If you’re sad he isn’t the type to give solutions and listen. He’s the type to say “I relate.” And tell a story from his life to relate to you. He’s not being mean or malicious, he just does it without thinking of you first. He will stop if you remind him.
Moves Too Smoothly
Every step is silent, every gesture fluid. There’s no tension in his muscles. He appears behind you in an instant, when you least expect it. His arms wrap around your waist and he leans his head on your shoulder. He is amused by the shudder your body does when you can’t sense his presence and he sneaks up on you.
Touches EVERYTHING He Finds Interesting
Your clothes, your hair, any trinkets. And he’s tactile about it. If you’re wearing a new ring he will take your hand in his and fiddle with it saying: “How interesting…I’ve never seen anything like it.” He DEEPLY admires your sense of style.
Speaks in Soft, Airy Tones
He rarely raises his voice; even threats from him sound gentle. If he does raise his tone it’s to get your attention or because you’re talking over him. If you try to interrupt him, he doesn’t care. He keeps talking over you.
Notices Beauty Instantly
People, objects, and scenery he zeroes in on whatever is lovely. But lovely in an alive, soft, and smooth way. He’s not going to gawk over any “pretty” person. They must be up to HIS standard of beauty, which isn’t impossible, but instead it is extremely real. Natural beauty, soft beauty, pure beauty, is what attracts him to you.
He Freezes When Truly Thinking
Smile still on his face, eyes unfocused. It’s like watching a glitch in his façade. If you ask him a question he pretends to reflect on it by placing a hand under his chin but when your questions really intrigue him he responds with: “I’m not sure…I’ve never thought of that.”
His Hobbies
Painting
But only serene scenes and magical scenes, it’s the closest thing to emotional depth that he has to offer.
Reading Poetry
He likes the rhythm and the aesthetic of it. But not the meaning. He counts the beats and sometimes writes his own for you. Though, you never really understand it.
Arranging Flowers
Meticulous symmetry soothes him. He is the BEST at picking you flowers and making you bouquets. He is constantly doing it for you.
Collecting Trinkets
Fans, combs, and jewelry. They are trophies he finds “pretty.” You might notice some of your personal things go missing and you know he took them even if he denies it. He not only thinks they are pretty but it’s also his way of always staying close to you.
Hosting
He loves being the center of gatherings and parties. He throws a lot of parties in his freetime but he always keeps his distance during them and leaves without a trace once he’s sick of being around people.
Studying People’s Faces
The beauty is what fascinates him, not humanity. The way your eyebrows and lips move when you talk or make expressions is one of his favorite things about you.
Dancing Alone
He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. But while he’s doing something he will move in slow and graceful movements like he’s performing for invisible followers.
Akaza
His Likes
Strength in Any Form
Physical, mental, moral he respects it deeply. If you have a traumatic past he will listen completely and tell you how strong you are.
Crisp Cold Air
It wakes him up and clears his thoughts. If you’re ever arguing he will step out and get some fresh air and take a deep breath before he ever says anything mean.
Well-Trained Fighters
They remind him of who he was and who he still tries to be. However he doesn’t like feeling inferior so there is a bit of jealousy if they are too good.
Simple Meals
Broth, rice, and miso. It’s phantom and smell tastes like something from his human life. He loves to sit next to you while you eat.
Soft-Spoken People
He relaxes around gentleness more than he admits. He will lay his head in your lap and as you stroke his hair, he fully opens up to you.
Straightforward Honesty
No games. No manipulation. Just truth. Don’t ever lie to him. He will never trust you again.
Moonlit Places
Open rooftops, snowfields, and forest clearings. To him it’s a light that doesn’t burn. It finds you the most beautiful when moonlight is shining down on your hair.
Acts of Loyalty
Nothing moves him more than devotion.
His Dislikes
Cowardice
People who run from responsibility or abandon others. He would have a million foster children and pets with you.
Overconfidence Without Skill
Bragging without the strength to back it up. If someone is bragging and cocky about anything he WILL challenge them. He likes to fight, but he wants to prove that he’s better more than anything.
Heat
Not warmth. But heat. It makes him irritable and unfocused. He will cuddle with you all you want, but he hates fire, candles, or warm weather.
Dishonesty
Lying feels like disrespect to him. If you lie to him even just once he shuts down. He will wonder if he wasn’t good enough or if he made you feel like you HAD to lie him. He values sincerity.
Cruel Mockery
He hates seeing the weak bullied, even if he can’t explain why. He will stick up for the weak and help the elderly. He is especially protective of children.
Those Who Harm the Innocent
A remnant of Hakuji’s code. He doesn’t go after women and children. He tries not kill good men. Even when he killed Kyojuro it wasn’t out of malice. It was for survival and to turn him into a demon.
Loud & Chaotic People
He prefers calmness. Loud people annoy him and agitate him. So do overly excited people. He doesn’t understand it and wishes everyone could be normal. He finds your calmness to be peaceful.
Being Cornered Emotionally
Questions about his feelings or past make him defensive. You’re never fully able to understand him. He opens up emotionally but will not go into depth. He might say: “I am feeling disheartened.” But won’t go into a lot of detail. If you pry, he just closes up.
His Everyday Quirks
Cracks His Knuckles When Thinking
It’s repetitive and grounding for him.
Looks Directly Into Your Eyes
Sometimes it’s too intense.
Stands Between You and Danger Instinctively
Even if it’s subconscious. He will never let anything bad happen to you. You won’t even let you fall.
Bows His Head When Showing Respect
It’s a simple habit from his human life. He doesn’t even think about it.
Gets Quiet When He’s Angry
He never yells. He’s just sharp, defensive, and controlled. Sometimes he’s just silent but you can feel the tension.
Memorizes Fighting Styles
He can recall anyone’s stance or technique instantly. It makes him even more keen on when danger is near.
Keeps a Careful Distance
It’s never out of distrust of you. But it’s fear of breaking something delicate. He fears if he gets too close to you, you’ll only see him as a monster and nothing more.
Notices Your Injuries Immediately
Even small ones. He will immediately fix it and if he can’t he will take you to someone who can. He hates seeing you hurt. The smell of your blood doesn’t even phase him: it’s only your pain that does.
His Hobbies
Training Alone at Night
Repetition calms him, it keeps him sane and grounded.
Meditation
He doesn’t call it that, but he sits in silence to regulate himself.
Snow Watching
He likes the purity and stillness of it. Challenge him to a snowball fight and you’ll definitely lose but it would be fun. The most fun you’ll probably ever have.
Woodcarving
It’s always small figures, and usually unfinished. It’s how his hands remember gentleness. If you receive a gift from him you immediately know it’s a wood carving.
Running
He runs far distances and he does it fast. It’s how he tries to burn off energy that never fades away.
Helping Strangers Quietly
He often finds himself carrying burdens, fixing broken things, and guiding lost people.
He does carefully and quietly. He disappears before they notice anything off about him.
His face turns the color of a tomato literally. "You look... wearing my... You look... Uh... really good!!" He literally can't stop smiling at you over it.
Helps you adjust the sleeves so it looks good.
ZENITSU ᰔᩚ
Instantly screams when he sees you, "MY CLOTHES?? MINE!!! ON YOU??? FOR REAL!!" He's literally like a Japanese high school girl giggling and licking his feet.
Tries to take a million of pictures of you in one pose and sets them as his lock screen and home screen
INOSUKE ᰔᩚ
Just squints at you, "WHY ARE YOU IN MY CLOTHES?" lwk not even mad, just surprised by the fact that you wanted to try on his clothes of all things.
"YOU LOOK STRONG." Actually likes on hem on you, though.
GIYUU ꨄ︎ᩚ
He tries to act normal, but he keeps staring at you every time you walk past. "... You look nice." and he says it like it actually pains him to say it out loud. Not because you don't look good, just, he's lwk shy.
Adjusts the color, like you made his entire month
KYOJURO ᰔᩚ
"OHH!! YOU LOOK SPLENDID!! AMAZING!!' Bro is happy you want to try on his clothes in the first place. And he just gives you compliment after compliment.
He's literally clapped like you js graduated
TENGEN ᰔᩚ
He just stares at you for a few full seconds before just smirking at you, "Well, looks like someone wanted to be me today, huh?" Actually does like it though.
Lwk keeps staring at you while you have it on.
SHINOBU ᰔᩚ
"Oh? My, my, someone looks adorable." Genuinely finds it so cute on you, and circles you and looks at the way you put it on. And her smile just gets wider.
Definitely takes a picture of you to keep
GYOMEI ᰔᩚ
Lwk, it's big as ash on you anyways, and you have to tell him that you're wearing it, but he finds it adorable that you tried to wear it in the first place. "I bet you look amazing."
Might cry, might've been cured after you left fr
SANEMI ᰔᩚ
He walks in and stops, like, "What the hell are you doing in my uniform?" And he tilts his head like a confused dog at that. Eventually just scoffs at you and looks away.
"Tch, whatever, you look fine, I guess." Will not admit that he was actually blushing about it.
GENYA ᰔᩚ
Actually short circuits "You—uh—those are mine—I mean—wait—" his Brian really just went blank at the sight of you in his clothes and stared at the floor.
He thinks you look really cute though!!
MITSURI ᰔᩚ
Gasp so loud everyone around can hear it, "OH MY!! YOU LOOK AT PRECIOUS, YOU'RE SO CUTE!! I CAN'T HANDLE IT!!" thinks you look so pretty in them.
Insist that he hugs you, and hugs you so hard
OBANAI ꨄ︎
He freezes mid-step. "You're wearing my haori," he says, so deadpan, like he doesn't even really care. But he looks away so fast, like he was never looking.
He finds it cute, but he will never ever say that to you. Like ever.
MUICHIRO ᰔᩚ
Stares blankly at you for a solid minute before speaking, "...oh. You look good." He stares at you for the rest of the time you have it on, just looking.
Helps you adjust it so that it fits you right.
DEMONS
⟡ AZAKA
He beams when he sees you with it on, bright and just full of absolute joy. "Well now, don't you look appealing today, hmm?" He finds it very cute that you put on his clothes.
Admires youuu, and even convinces you to draw on his marks too.
⟡ DOUMA
"Ohhh? You should keep them on!! Forever!!" And he genuinely means that. Like he wants you to wear his clothes forever now, he thinks it's adorable.
Forces you to try on more of his clothes, though, boooooo.
⟡ ENMU
He giggles softly at the sight of you in his clothes. "You look quite dreamy today, don't you?" He likes the fact his clothes are on you, he tries to convince you his clothes look better on you.
Tries on your clothes, and... I guess you guys just switched, though, that day.
⟡ GYUTARO
He looks up from the floor slowly and just stares at you like you grew two heads. "Huh?" Looks away, though, so you can't see him blush over it.
"Why... are you wearing that...?" Pretend he doesn't like it but stares at you all day.
⟡ KOKUSHIBOU
He just studies you silently, almost like he's judging actually, which maybe he is, maybe he isn't. "Hm. It looks fine." And that's his version of saying he really loves it.
He looks away before you can actually catch how much he likes it.
⟡ MUZAN
Literally stops mid-sentence and stares at you, "Return that." He's so annoyed at the fact he actually likes the way you look in his clothes. Genuinely upset over it.
But he lets you keep it on anyways.
<3
YORIICHI ꨄ︎
He's not even bothered in the slightest about it; he just smiles at you, "It warms me to see you in something of mine." And he adjusts it right so that it looks nice.
He actually might start leaving stuff around the house out for you to try on too.
i want sweets yo, also, i forgot who, butt, some1 told me i call every1 else by their 1st name except Rengoku, and i actually never noticed til now </33 i think cs peak fandom ppl js called him rengoku tho !!
First time he pulled up to pick up his daughter, cause you know Hakuji is a girl dad, all the other parents went silent as they stared at him.
They can see his tattooed neck and chest, cause his v-neck shirt and snug leather jacket doesn't do a good job hiding shit.
He looks like Bad Boy™️ personified. And the mothers start giggling and gushing as they get over their shock, mainly once he takes off his sunglasses.
They think Hakuji is someone's big brother or something, given how youthful he looks while leaning against his motorcycle that's a midnight blue that fades into an icy blue with pastel pink snowflakes.
All of a sudden a ball of frills and lace launches herself at him with a delighted call of "Daddy!" As Hakuji catches her and hugs her tight.
His daughter inherited his eyes and pink lashes. She is the cutest thing that ever exists.
Hakuji sets her down and helps her into her own very girly leather jacket, making sure it's zipped up, before giving her her helmet.
Even though he might not wear a helmet while riding, his princess sure as hell will. Her safety matters most.
Hakuji is very careful when helping her onto the seat, and makes sure she's secure as he gets on himself, triple checking everything and making sure she has her bag strapped to her back before pulling away.
Lots of mothers are stunned
Hakuji's daughter becomes popular with the boys because of his motorcycle... Much to his chagrin... Lol
Hey ive been reading your works for a long time and i recently just got an account so, can I request uppermoons with an S/O who has SHORT hair?? Like till their shoulders or smthing (Atleast thats how short mine are lol) BTW absolutely love your works, hope its not to big of a deal and showers of lots and lots of love and stars and candy <3
KNY UPPER RANKS REACTING TO THEIR S/O CUTTING THEIR HAIR
Pairing : Upper Moons (1-3 + Gyutaro) + Muzan
CONTENT WARNING 𐙚🧸ྀིྀི : None ?
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : You used to have the most lucious long hair they kept swooning over and one morning just like that, you decide a new haircut wouldn't hurt.
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : AWWWWW please that was just soo kind and cute of youuu yes a million time yesss !!! For my short haired ppl here we gooooooooo, tho I actually twicked it as how they would react to the reader cutting their long hair following the part one right there : Part One!. I am also SO LATE for that request my apologies really!!
Go check it if it hasn't been done yet !!!
𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐉𝐈
Pauses and genuinely looks at you. His plum eyes darkening in what is very close to furious.
"You. You foolish woman... What is the meaning of this !"
Upset that you didn’t even tell him beforehand, because he would’ve for sure hid any pair of scissors inside the Castle or anything you could have used to do such an atrocity.
He’s wounded.
You broke him.
He’ll go as far as giving you the silent treatment for some time.
Sulking like a child because he didn’t have a word on it when he believes he MUST have.
Soon enough he’ll come back.
Never outright complimented your new look.
"Such a waste."
He’ll get used to it soon enough and realize it gives you quite an elegant air and he’ll start to love it! (My short hair ppl ARISEEE!!)
*looks at you, then look away feigning being busy with work*
"It’s not unpleasant to look at on second thought"
"Was that a compliment just now ?"
"I’m working. Stop pestering me with your questions.".
He doesn’t want to admit it out loud aghh !!!
𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎
"!?..."
Gives you the silent treatment.
"If it's a prank as you call them. I do not find it amusing. Where is your hair ?" (he sounds as if you outright went bald 😔…)
Just like Muzan, he's genuinely offended that you didn't have a talk about it with him first.
Or even warn him about it.
Almost genuinely hurt, because he really though both of you having long hair was a sacred shared similarity.
He’ll slowly start to accept it. He’s not one to hold grudges for long, not over something like this…
After some time, he’ll even consider cutting his own hair short.
Not as drastic as how you did, but still, he wants to keep sharing that similarity with you.
And would actually ponder about getting something close to a long asian wolf cut (Don't come at me HE'D LOOK GOOD IN IT I KNOW IT !!)
But decides against it, unless you bring it up yourself as well.
"Even the moon changes its shape… yet it never loses its beauty. You are no different."
𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀
*gasps very loudly and dramatically*
Are we in a soap opera 😔 ?
“Who did that to my sweetheart? Oh dear, they didn’t give you mercy… Are you okay?”
He knows very well it's your own work.
He just wants to mock you as a way to express his disapproval.
While he’s clearly joking, half of him actually sounds genuinely concerned.
But he's too obsessed with you to actually care. He finds it cute more than anything else.
Long or short he surprisingly doesn't care either.
He's too possessive of you to care abt such fleeting things as he calls them.
He'll actually keep playing with them whenever he feels like it.
Meaning ALL THE TIME.
"Hmm… actually, I can see your neck better like this. I like that~ "(someone please lock him up...)
*play with the ends of your short hair like a cat toy when he’s bored.*
*boop* "Look, it springs right back!"
"You're very annoying."
"My, my, you keep saying that! I'm going to start being truly offended..."
*proceeds to do it again*
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀
"You did not."
Complete shock.
"You’re just growing them back, right ? It’s just that ?"
In complete denial.
Though he does find you cute with shorter hair.
He really does find you adorable at that, it makes you look softer somehow. (Not that you weren't before!!)
He also realizes just now how more practical it actually is in battle or when you two spar when training.
He’ll keep trying to come up with new hairstyles and adapt.
The routine doesn’t change, he still insists on helping with your haircare, now focusing more on scalp massages.
Long, short, bald : he'll love you all the same.
He’d compliment you with his usual fiery sincerity
"It looks good on you, really. You look strong. Confident. And still mine, that's all I need."
And yes he would say that with the biggest grin on his face.
"I’ll just have to find a new way to play with it, that’s all. And… guess I already did."
𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎
FREEZES.
"What did you do...?"
"Let it be a nightmare, I'll wake up soon enough."
He doesn’t get exactly why you did it, but he won’t argue. Just keeps staring.
Secretly loves how your short hair doesn’t get tangled when he pulls you close. He’ll brush his rough fingers through it clumsily, still getting used to their new length.
The way your hair frames your face, the way it shows your neck and eyes more clearly.
He notices it more than he wants to admit.
He finds himself quietly mesmerized.
"Tch… looks good on you, I guess."
After some time, he starts absentmindedly tucking stray strands behind your ear, or tracing the back of your neck with his calloused fingers. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, it’s instinct now.
It has always been...
"They feel the same...I like it."
He touches them just as much as he used to, when they were longer.
"Don't change it again without warning me first next time, will you ? But… I guess I like that. Means ya ain’t scared of being yourself."
That's his way of complimenting it.
He admires your confidence because he struggles with that the most... (yes that's where we all cry in unison for that cutie...)
TAGS: @toastray (dividers!!)
⋆˚✿˖° Hiiii , how are you all ?? I hope you guys liked this one as well! I'm quite late I know really I apologize ! Once again I really beg ALL OF YOU to not be scared to comment aghhh I CRAVE y'all feedback PLEASE!!! 😭 There might be some grammar or misspelling mistakes, my apologies for that as well! Oh and also if the link to PartOne! doesn't work (which I hope not...) it's easy to find the original post on my blog, no worries! Sending lots of love, xoxo ⋆˚✿˖°
He just meltssss, literally making happy noises before turning bright red once he realizes it's you. "Ah, you're so warm- wait, we're you trying to surprise me?
His hands come up to cover yours like it's instinct.
✫ ZENITSU
He screams at first, "AHHH, SOMEONE'S BEHIND ME- oh, it's you. " dude is instantly happy once he realizes it's you there, then just clings onto you.
"Please never let go ever again" and he's just clinging onto you
✫ INOSUKE
Reflexively throws you over his shoulder and </3 then he realizes it's you and just like, "WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!! " literally thought it was a surprise attack.
Then he goes quiet before mumbling, "... Do it again, though"
✫ GIYUU
He instantly freezes, and just tenses up. But, when he does realise it's you, his whole body softens, "...oh. It's you." He doesn't really turn around though.
He he lowkey likes it, he won't say it though.
✫ RENGOKU
"AH! A SURPRISE ATTACK-! Oh! It's you!" Then he just burste out laughing, "how wonderful! You give the best hugs!" Lowkey doesn't even mind it.
Just pats your hands affectionately and enjoys the hug.
✫ TENGEN
He immediately grins, "flashly move, my dear! You've caught me off guard." And he chuckles before gently spinning you around. Gently, yes...
"You're luck I like surprises" he says, as he spins you around faster
✫ SHINOBU
She gasps softly, surprised, but then she let's out a light giggle over it, "oh my, you scared me." But, she leans into it, tilting her head
Doesn't really mind you hugging her <3
✫ GYOMEI
He freeze mid prayer, than sighs softly, "hm, your warmth is comforting." His hands try and find your hands, squeezing then with quiet affection.
He loves it when you show affection fr
✫ SANEMI
"WHAT THE-?!!" And he nearly elbows you in the face on instincts before like, he's always in fight or fight mode. Not even flight, like he will fight.
When he does realise it's just you, his eats go scarlet ree, but doesn't move away from the hug.
✫ GENYA
He nearly chokes on air, immediately trying to pull out of your grip, like full force pulling against your hold on him. "Wha-wait-uh-" he doesn't know what to do lowkey.
When he does realizes it's you, he stammers for a good minute before, "you...i guess, you can stay there..."
✫ MITSURI
She squelssss, "EEeeheh! You're soooo cute!!" Twirls around in your arms and will twirl you around too just to hug you back, though reallyyyy tightlyyyy
She's pink earded, giggling non stop, "Again! Do it again!"
✫ OBANAI
He stiffens instantly, like on edge until he hears your voice, "you shouldn't sneak up on people like that. What if I had thought you were someone else?"
Doesn't mind fr and kaburumaru is already coiling around your wrist.
✫ MUICHIRO
He just blinks, he was probably lost in thought, thinking about either you or something else. But he slowly smiles when he realizes it's you.
"Hm, that feels nice." He doesn't move much, just let's you stay there.
DEMONS
^.^ AKAZA
He grins almost immediately when he realizes it's you, turning his head slightly to see you, "sneaky move! You caught me off guard... But, I'll allow it."
Reaches back to Pat your arm, he's enjoying it lowkey
^.^ DOUMA
"Ohhhh? Surprise affection? My favorite!" He immediately spins around to scoop you up and twirls you around when gigging to himself about it.
He let's out a dreamy little giggle, "hmm? What's this? A midnight embrace, huh? How romantic, " he leans back into you, very obviously enjoying every second.
He might even hug you back <3
^.^ GYUTARO
"Oi! What the h- oh-... " once he does realizes it's you, his voice drops a bit, "don't..do that, scared the crap out of just just now "
His face is a red as a tomato though
^.^ KOKUSHIBOU
Once you do wrap your arms around him, he literally stops, like mid breath, "...you've gotten bold. Very bold. Possibly far to bold, hm?"
His tone sounds cold, but his hand drifts to rest over yours without thinking.
^.^ MUZAN
He freezes instantly, "who dares t-" the he just stops once he realizes it's you, "you have some nerve," hbut he doesn't actually make an effort to move away.
He just smirks quietly amused.
GOAT
ʚYORIICHI
He does very still for a second, trying to figure out what's happy. When he does realize it's you he smiles faintly, eyes soft, "you're calm, you feel calm."
His own hand brushes against your arm, "it's... A wonderful feeling."
Muzan seems like he likes an s/o who has a small chest, butt, and thighs. Why? He has a big ego, and the smaller you are, the stronger he looks. And something about "modesty," whatever that means.
So I'd say he's most interested in your chest, but only if it's small.
𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎
Ass 100% and it's not even a debate.
He comes off so nonchalant, you would think he doesn't experience lust. You would be wrong. Big or small, he's nonchalantly staring at it from behind.
𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀
Tits, but not in a horny way! He just thinks they're fun to bury his head into when he gives you a hug. :3
You have to gently remind him not to do that in front of other people, it's inappropriate.
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀
Akaza would NEVERRR say it out loud, but thighs.
His face gets so warm when he touches your thighs. I just imagine him picking you up, you wrapping your legs around his waist, and he has to lock in because... your thighs... *gulp*...
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Upper Moon (1-3) + Muzan x fem!reader (obv sorry for those who identify with different pronouns, I'll get back to yall with gn!readers promise)
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ྀི❤︎ྀི : None ?
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : It's your first time getting your period around them ! Spoiler : they all freak OUTT !!!
Notes : Nah I have nothing to say. Just enjoyy !!!
𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐉𝐈
He sensed it before you even realized it yourself.
He's not that clueless. He's been around women before but now that YOU, his wife, actually goes through it. He internally panics!
Would not comment on it unless you do.
But the scent of blood is unsurprisingly getting to him more than he'd like to admit.
Notice how he leans closer, finds any excuses to be even a single inch closer to you.
The scent almost so intoxincating to him that he can't bear to be even a beat away from you. (Well duh he's a demon)
But when you start clutching your stomach in pain, he freezes.
"Is it…that unbearable…?"
He almost instantly softens…Just enough to actually make you feel like he's supporting you…in his own way.
Would get anything you need, you just have to say the word.
He cares more than he'd like to admit.
"I calculated this phenomenon and I believe the next should occur in 28 days..." (wheezing at that lol he prob takes it way too seriously once he gets it)
"Yeah, just like what every textbooks says abt any average woman."
"And ? You're not any average woman, you're mine. And I personally calculated yours."
(Just be grateful already he worked hard on "calculating it" 😔)
𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎
SENSED IT RIGHT AWAY and jolted in surprise waking you up by the same occasion!
"A..are you injured somewhere !?"
Panics internally as his six eyes try and fail to remain neutral as to not freak you out too much as well.
Uses the see through world to actually check if you don't have any internal bleeding, inspecting you meticulously at that.
But then he remembers... (having had a wife in the past but it's centuries ago so he almost forgot abt that "condition")
"Oh..it is that."
Suddenly, almost tensed around you.
He knows abt how it can affect you hormonally as well your mood… And his last wish is to anger you or for you to be mad at him fo any reason
His six eyes never leaving you even for a bit…always..checking.
Occasionally, gently caressing your cheek or any appropriate areas he can reach. Subtle, quiet reassurance that he's not going anywhere.
Need painkillers ? He's back in a flash with tons of them.
Would run you a bath!!
He gives you your space whenever you need tho (but he's always watching even in the shadows eh)
Well actually… : giving you space = hiding, monitoring you in secret until you want him close again.
He educates himself more on the subject, so he can be prepared for each next months!!
You would randomly find dark chocolate on your desk whenever he senses them coming ! (MARRY HIM AGAIN!!)
"Do not mistake my silence for distance. I’m here. Through the pain, and long after it’s gone."
𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀
This one would ABSOLUTELY NOT give you space !!!
The quickest to sense it and he's in heaven (if that's even possible..)
He'll cling to you any chance he gets which just annoys you more on top of the cramps.
Just like Muzan, he's genuinely intoxicated by the scent (well it's blood and he's a demon…)
But when he realizes its really painful he'll tone it down, holding you still but more gently and almost…reassuringly.
Need painkillers ? He'll get them all !!!
Would rob a whole drugstore at that….
He obv would steal buy tons of sweets along with it as well and your fav snacks !!
"Shhh, don’t frown like that. I’ll make you smile again, promise! Should I juggle painkillers? Or... hm, make you tea? I can be useful too y’know~"
He's just being...well Doma.
If you're observant enough tho, you'll actually catch him holding tighter for a brief second whenever you show any sign of discomfort. As if beneath it all…he truly cares.
"Hey !!! I'm the best caretaker, am I not ?"
"You're annoying."
"Ah well...I'll take that as a compliment !!"
*hugs you even tighter*
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀
PANICS !
Internally panicking wondering what he should do.
Runs you a bath, picking you up like a princess to it and just stays at the edge watching you reassuringly.
He wants you to feel safe and supported during those moments.
He massaged you YES YOU HEARD RIGHT FREE MASSAGES FROM AKAZA (it'll be 20$ each for y'all tho…)
He wants you to be completely relaxed, not pressured or tense in any way! He's in charge rn and and he’ll make sure you feel it.
He eventually knew this day will come, so there are already cabinets full of painkillers.
He almost acts as if you're pregnant lol, he wants you to rest and nothing else!
He'll give you whatever you want, just say the word and it'll be right in front of you! (it's a kind of magic-)
He panics when you get up, clutching at your stomach a bit from the pain, just to go grab whatever snack you're aiming at.
"Stop !! I'll go get it. Just stay there !"
His heart doing backflips anytime you wince in pain. (Poor boy you're going to give him a heart attack…)
He's a mess.
He holds you securely tight in his arms as if it could chase the pain away.
"Don't move, please just don't. Just…rest."
⋆˚✿˖° Heyy there!!! Hope you guys enjoyed that one as well ! It was fun to make really lol Hoping all of you are doing well ! Please don't be scared to comment aghhh I CRAVE y'all feedback PLEASEEE!!! 😭Once again apologies for any grammar or misspelling mistakes I keep noticing how I make the dumbest mistakes I'm genuinely so sorry!! Sending lots of love, xoxo ⋆˚✿˖°
Hello Angel, May I ask more continuation of the Akaza x reader smut?
❤Akaza x Soft!Reader ❣Smut❣ PART 2 ❤
Note: Sorry guys for the long wait! I don't have a lot of time to write so when I do I like to take my time. I hope you guys like it. I love each of your asks to don't be shy. I answer... eventually.
Anyway enjoy!
(Warning: NOT edited)
Continued….
Shaking.
He is shaking from how much he is holding back from bending you over and fucking you like he wants to, but your deep huffs and unshed tearswelling in your eyes from this new, intense stimulation keep him anchored.
His heart squeezes as he looks at you, and leans down to kiss the finally shed tear.
He asks you how you’re feeling, pulling you close, his hands resuming their tender, caressing rhythm.
Despite your seemingly fragile state, you still feel the burning passion to consume him and want him to take you in the most carnal way.
He eyes you from below as you explain your feelings, feeling more confident from his actions of lust and care.
That ignites whatever beast he was keeping tamed as he all but throws caution in the wind and locks his mouth around your clit again.
You shout in surprise as he holds your hips down. Once the initial shock subsides, you look down at him, a silent question in your eyes.
You pause, caught between unadulterated lust and a spike of fear.
The demon you love—the one who cares for you completely, the one you've grown to smile at—is now face-deep in your cunt. His eyes fixated on you, like a predator to its prey. His kenji-filled eyes glowing, with a snarl just under his heaving breaths. He looked farel.
You didn’t have much more of a warning other than a look as he began to suck you in at an impossible speed and intensity.
You all but weep as he laps at you, grabbing his hair trying to take purchase on something, anything to keep you grounded from the onslaught of sensations.
Which somehow only made him more feral for… what?.. you couldn’t decide. Which is why you can be forgiven for not noticing right away when one of his arms shifted down to where his mouth and tongue were devouring you, to insert a finger.
It wasn’t until he curled his finger, that you truly noticed the new sensation.
He will curl his finger as if he is asking you to come closer to him, never stopping to rest his tongue or finger.
You're an utter mess by the time he finally adds a second and third finger. You're so overwhelmed with the sensations of your clit being sucked, licked, nipped, and played with, that you never notice the stretch of your entrance.
He on the other hand has only gotten more excited with each finger. He debated adding a fourth finger but decided against it.
You feel yourself right on the cusp of a second orgasm, but let out a breathy wail as you're denied a release that seemed so close.
You shudder as you feel your orgasm recede and look to Akaza to ask why, only to see him bare, stroking his cock, covering it with your wetness.
You feel yourself shudder again at the visual of him, he looked wrecked. As if he was the one actually right on the edge of cuming.
It’s not long before he believes he is lubed up enough to not hurt you on the way in, and he lines himself up to your entrance.
You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until he started to push in, and you blew out a breathy moan.
You could feel a slight pop, not of pain, but of something giving way and you start to feel so full that you groan.
He continues pushing in, and before you can begin to complain about some slightly uncomfortable sensations, you're squished in the embrace of Akaza.
Akaza is flush inside of you, holding you close, so close you can’t see anything but part of the ceiling, his hair, and part of his neck and shoulder.
The two of you stay like that for a few moments, each of you shaking from how overstimulated you both feel.
Until he begins to move.
He begins to pull out, and you squeeze his arm tighter feeling a bit uncomfortable until he pushes back in slightly faster.
You moan at the feeling, and whatever hesitancy Akaza may have had before, evaporated into mist.
He began to thrust slowly, soon thrusting harder and faster.
Your cries filling the room and his moans almost drowning your own.
From all the foreplay and arousal, it’s not a surprise that the two of you fall over the edge together, scratching and clawing at his arms and back, while he grabs and crushes what used to be perfectly nice floor boards.
The two of you will pant and hold each other in the afterglow.
Though he’s not completely satisfied, he won’t let you overexert yourself this time. He has enough of his mind back that he is frustrated with himself considering he lost himself and could have pushed you too far.
So he will begin aftercare: washing you off with a cloth, grabbing you some water, and holding you close.
He wants to leave your first experience here in hopes that it was the best it could have been.
But after this... he intends to fuck you again, and again, and again.
Quotes from the experience:
“You will be the death of me, you know that?”
“How can you taste even better the second time Snowflake?”
“You're so wet for me, I don’t even need to use the oil.”
“God!... I can’t move yet Snowflake, you feel too good. I’ll cum.”
“Rest for now my love, we will have plenty of time to indulge.”
