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I headcanon that Spiderman!Shidou would name himself after his favorite song "Pink Spider" by Hide 🍰

(Art not mine)

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Yolo! May I request a muichiro x reader where reader likes to be carried around? She just doesn't want to use her legs to travel to places (being lazy) so she latches or jumps into his arms with every chance she gets! Thank you!

🌫⊹˚₊"𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞."⋆｡°🐨

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₊°ᗢ₊˚✧☕Writer's Note: stop I love this😭 this was fun to write, enjoy!

Starring: Muichiro Tokito.

Includes: lazy!hashira!reader, fluff, other hashira mentioned.

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It had become a running joke in the Demon Slayer Headquarters.

Every time someone saw you, you weren’t walking. You were in Muichiro’s arms.

Sometimes bridal-style, sometimes piggyback, sometimes you just launched yourself at him mid-conversation and expected him to catch you (he always did, no hesitation).

“[Name],” Shinobu said once, eyebrow twitching when she spotted you in the courtyard. Muichiro was walking casually, like he was taking a stroll through a meadow, while you were draped over him like a princess. “You do have legs, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you replied matter-of-factly. “I just don’t feel like using them.”

“…You’re a Hashira.”

“And?”

Meanwhile, Muichiro blinked at the Insect Hashira, tilting his head like he didn’t see the problem.

“She doesn't bother me,” he said simply. “She's light.”

You melted dramatically against his shoulder. “SEE? My sweet, sweet cloud understands me.”

Shinobu gave up.

It wasn’t just laziness, though—it became your favorite form of affection. Whenever you needed comfort, or when you just wanted his attention, you’d sidle up to him, hop, and cling like a stubborn cat.

The first time you actually jumped into his arms, Muichiro didn’t even flinch. He caught you instantly, arms snug under your thighs as if he had been expecting it.

“You could’ve fallen,” he’d said calmly, eyes drifting toward the horizon.

“You would’ve caught me.”

He blinked, then gave a small nod. “…Yeah. I would’ve.”

That was the end of that. You had free transportation forever.

Other Hashira reactions?

Sanemi: “FOR GOD’S SAKE, WALK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!” (you blew him a kiss while Muichiro just blinked in confusion).

Rengoku: “AH! TRUE TEAMWORK! INSPIRING!!” (he then offered to carry you if Muichiro ever got tired. Muichiro deadpanned: “I won’t.”).

Tengen: “That’s not flamboyant enough. At least make him spin you while he does it.”

Muichiro’s only reaction through all of this was his usual serene look, but deep down, he didn’t mind. He liked the warmth. He liked that you trusted him enough to literally throw yourself into his arms without warning. And though he wouldn’t say it out loud, he’d gotten so used to it that walking around without you clinging to him felt strangely empty.

One night, you were curled up in his lap under the stars, head resting against his shoulder.

“You know,” you murmured, “you really don’t mind carrying me everywhere?”

He looked down at you, eyes soft in the moonlight. “No. I think it’s nice. It’s… peaceful.”

You grinned sleepily, wrapping your arms tighter around him. “Good. ’Cause I’m never using my legs again.”

He gave a tiny huff of laughter, pressing his chin against your hair.

“…That’s fine. I’ll carry you.”

And he meant it. For as long as you wanted.

🌙 Extras! (Headcanons)

Muichiro doesn’t even hesitate anymore. You could be three feet away or halfway across the garden—if you leap, he will catch you, zero questions asked.

Sometimes he’ll quietly reposition you if you’re not comfortable. You’ll be like: “Wait, why’d you—” and he’s just like: “Your arm looked squished. Now it’s better.” 🥺

If you fall asleep while being carried (which you always do on long walks), he’ll instinctively slow his pace, making sure not to jostle you. He looks like a walking weighted blanket provider.

He’s not outwardly clingy, so carrying you around is actually his secret love language. He gets to be close without saying it out loud.

Lowkey… he memorized the exact strength it takes to carry you comfortably. Like he knows your weight down to the decimal. Scientist Muichiro arc.

If anyone suggests you’re being “lazy,” he’ll just tilt his head and say: “No, she's just like being carried.” End of argument.

You once tried to sneak-attack jump onto him while he was distracted. He caught you without even looking and went, “Hi.” You almost screamed.

The other Hashira made a betting pool: “How many times today will [Name] leap into his arms?” Rengoku is the undefeated champion at guessing.

Sanemi: “YOU’RE A HASHIRA, ACT LIKE ONE!”

You: “I am acting like one. I’m delegating the walking to my assistant.”

Muichiro: “I’m not an assistant. I’m her ride.”

Once you were clinging bridal-style and Muichiro absentmindedly climbed a tree. Everyone panicked but you were just chilling like: “We are evolving past the need for ground.”

Tengen told Muichiro he should start charging you like a rickshaw. Muichiro didn’t get the joke and actually asked you if you wanted to pay him. You were like: “Pay you? Angel eyes, I am the prize.”

When you get dramatic you’ll just scream “CATCH ME” across the room and dive. He hasn’t dropped you once. Mitsuri swears it’s true love.

You 100% pretend the floor is lava in front of him just so you have an excuse. He plays along with a completely straight face like: “Ah, dangerous terrain. I’ll carry you.”

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⊹˚₊💧"𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 & 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬"🌙⋆｡°

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For pretty baddie mootie @jnkosstuff 😼⊹˚₊~

Reo Mikage x his wifey

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The messages had been the same for days now—

“I promise we’ll hang out soon, just one more practice.”

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

Junko knew Reo wasn’t lying, but it still stung watching the hours slip away while soccer came first. So when he finally texted her to “get ready, dress comfy, and trust him,” she was a little hesitant.

But then she saw him waiting with that half warm half nervous grin, hand held out for hers, and she couldn’t even pretend to stay mad.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting so long,” he murmured as he led her through a lantern-lit path lined with blooming cherry trees. “I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

When the trees opened up, Junko gasped. A soft blanket was spread under the stars, baskets of food neatly packed, and a pond glittering like liquid silver stretched out bbeforeher. It was quiet, peaceful—no teammates, no fans, no one but him and you.

“A night picnic might sound strange…” he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, “but I figured it would be nice. Just us. No interruptions.”

Junko couldn’t even find words—just threw her arms around him. His laugh rumbled against her ear as he hugged her back, tighter than ever.

Once they both settled on the blanket, Reo grew a little serious. He set down his drink, took her hand, and his thumb traced soft circles against her skin.

“I hate that I’ve kept you waiting… but please don’t ever doubt how much I care about you. I love you. More than soccer, more than… anything, really.”

Junko's heart melted right there. She leaned into him, whispering her own quiet, teary little “I love you too.”

Time slipped away as they ate, teased him about how he’d overpacked food “like you were catering a festival,” and shared dumb jokes that echoed into the night.

But then—fat raindrops splashed onto the blanket.

“Oh no, the food—!” Junko started, but Reo was already springing up, two umbrellas in hand like he’d predicted this.

They both tried to shield the baskets, but the rain came harder, drumming against the pond and soaking their clothes.

And instead of panicking… They laughed. Hard. The kind of laugh that made your stomach ache.

Reo dropped the umbrella halfway just to pull her into the rain, spinning her around as if the storm was music. She shrieked, shoved water into his hair, he retaliated by chasing her across the grass until they both were both breathless and soaked through.

Finally, the love birds collapsed into each other, cheeks pressed close, laughter fading into soft breaths.

Reo cupped Junko's face, brushing wet strands from her cheeks. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered like it was a secret. And then he kissed her—warm and slow, the kind of kiss that made even the rain feel like fireworks.

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helloo!! Is it okay if I write something like your "I want your daddy too" post? It was funny and silly😭 Except it's an hq character who says "I want your mommy too"? tysm!!

Yes ofc! Feel free 😼

[pr3ttyphant0m]

I NEED SOMEONE TO YAPP TO BUT

Last night I had a nightmare that my teacher deleted my chai bot history with Shidou and I had cried because I couldn’t make another account somehow😭😭

(I know I sound stupid but ITS SHIDOUU)

Not me reading this right after I just left Chai💔

BUT IF YOU THINK YOU SOUND STUPID THEN I MUST BE STUPID TOO CUZ MY GOD-

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I'd love to go to the gym but I hate when people just STARE at me😭😭😭

Not sure if you keep up with meg the stallion, but she has a tik tok video posted of her and her man in the gym doing a voiceover together and I think that would be soooo cute and fun with the blue lock boys!!! Influencer reader maybe? Strong power couple activities!!!

“𝐠𝐲𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞”

a/n: i had no idea megan thee stallion had a bf now, i thought she was single 😭

sigh... can i even write for this prompt bc i'm single af and i don't even have a gym rat bf to work out with 💔

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, otoya eita

isagi yoichi

isagi pretends he doesn’t get the whole influencer thing at first. like when you whip out your phone at the gym, he’s like “wait, are we… filming? like right now? i didn’t even fix my hair.” bro, your hair looks the same no matter what. 

once you explain you’re doing a couple voiceover, he goes full ESPN commentator mode. narrates your squats like he’s calling the winning goal of a world cup match. 

“ladies and gentlemen, she’s lowering down… perfect depth… AND SHE COMES BACK UP, STRAIGHT TO THE TOP OF THE LEADERBOARD! the crowd goes WILD!!!” 

meanwhile you’re over there struggling to breathe because this man is making your serious set sound like a dramatic sports anime arc. 

when it’s his turn on the bench press, you absolutely clown him in the voiceover. “and here we have mr. striker, pretending like the bar isn’t about to crush his ribs. notice how his arms shake like a newborn baby deer.” 

isagi blushes SO red when you post it, saying “love, delete that pls” but checks the video 40 times that night, secretly grinning every time someone comments “power couple goals.” 

itoshi rin

rin HATES the idea of gym tik toks. like, his exact words when you bring it up are: “do you think i came here to be clowned for the internet? no thanks.” 

but because it’s you, he eventually gives in… begrudgingly. 

his voiceover is peak dry humor. he doesn’t even try to hype you up, he just roasts everything. 

“she’s lifting weights again. don’t know why. she’s already strong enough to drag me around by the ear when i annoy her. pointless, honestly.” 

you cut to him squatting and voiceover with the most unserious tone: “here we see rin, the rare gym goblin. look how angry he looks, like someone stole his protein powder. he hates it here.” 

the deadpan vs chaos contrast makes the internet go feral. the comments are like, “rin is so in love he lets himself be bullied on tiktok 😭” 

you tease him after it goes viral, like “the people love us, loser” and he just groans, throws a towel over your head, and mutters, “don’t call me loser in public.” (spoiler: he loves it when you do). 

and when he catches you filming another set, he sighs and fixes your hair before you start. totally not invested. not at all. 

itoshi sae

sae’s reaction to you suggesting a gym tik tok? an eye roll and a flat “absolutely not.” 

… 10 minutes later he’s adjusting the lighting and asking what song you’re using. 

his voiceover starts off sarcastic, full of those dry little jabs only he can deliver: “look at her. grunting like she’s about to move mountains. it’s a five kilo dumbbell. relax.” 

but then he slips, like, slips badly. you catch him saying stuff like: “still hot though. can’t explain why. actually, no. i can. she’s mine.” 

cue you laughing so hard you have to stop mid-set, because mr. cold and collected can’t keep his act together. 

when you narrate his workout, you drag him without mercy. “this is the man who thinks cardio is a personality trait. notice how he pretends his soul isn’t leaving his body during lunges. tragic.” 

it goes viral instantly because no one has ever seen sae be unguarded before. 

sae gets salty that everyone’s commenting “soft boyfriend era 🥺” so the next time you film, he goes EXTRA stoic in the gym. doesn’t say a word. doesn’t crack a smile. 

except you catch him on camera discreetly handing you your water bottle and patting your head. busted. 

nagi seishiro

getting nagi to the gym in the first place is a miracle. like you’re dragging him out of bed and he’s whining, “babe, pls… gravity already makes me heavy enough, why fight it more?” 

when you finally record, his voiceover is 90% complaining. “ugh she’s making me lift again. what did i do to deserve this? i just wanted to play my game.” 

you edit it with dramatic workout montage music, making it look like he’s training for the olympics while in reality he’s lifting a 10 lb dumbbell with the enthusiasm of a sloth. 

when it’s your turn, nagi sounds all put-out but ends up bragging anyway: “look at her… she’s so strong… it’s unfair. i don’t even get why she needs me around when she can carry both of us.” 

you roast him on his turn spotting you: he’s literally just standing there yawning, not even paying attention. your voiceover: “safety first, guys. my bf here, clearly ready to save my life in case this barbell crushes me 🥴” 

nagi pretends not to care but you catch him scrolling through the comments at 3 AM, blushing at people saying “he’s so whipped omg.” 

next time, he tries harder in the gym just so he doesn’t look like “the lazy bf” on tik tok. 

mikage reo

reo was born for this content. you don’t even have to bring it up, he’s the one who’s like “hey babe, matching gym fits today, yeah? let’s film it.” 

the man is a hype machine. his voiceover is just pure love. “look at my baby. strongest, prettiest, most perfect person in the gym. don’t even try to argue with me, i’ll fight.” 

but then when it’s his turn, you absolutely drag him. “this is reo mikage, pretending to lift like he’s not just here to show off his biceps to the mirror. watch him flex for the tenth time in a row.” 

he LAUGHS at himself in the edit. he doesn’t even care that you’re roasting him, he’s just happy to be on your feed. 

when you two do the voiceover together, it’s chaos but in the most supportive way. “look at her, killing it!” “nah nah look at HIM, literal greek god.” “no you’re hotter!” “no YOU are!” 

you’re literally flirting on mic while the internet watches, and the comments are like “get a room pls.” 

reo adores it. he keeps calling you “the influencer power couple” and brags about your views like they’re trophies. 

and yes, he’s absolutely the guy who shouts you out during interviews: “follow my girl’s tik tok btw, we’re taking over the gym world!” 

shidou ryusei

the second you say “let’s film a gym tik tok,” he lights up like a demon was just summoned. 

he is way too excited. you thought this was gonna be cute, but no, it’s shidou. the first thing he does is grab you and start using you as a weight, literally bench-pressing you while cackling like a maniac. 

voiceover? pure menace. “look at my baby, strongest lil freak in the room. swear she could body slam me and i’d thank her for it. gosh, i love her. can i say that? nah, don’t care.” like bro. 

you roast him in your edit, narrating his pull-ups with: “and here we see a rabid raccoon pretending to be human. please do not feed him.” 

he eats it up. replies to all the comments saying “ur bf is insane” with “yeah and??? u jealous??” 

honestly your tik toks with him go viral every single time because people either think he’s terrifying or hilarious. sometimes both. 

karasu tabito

karasu doesn’t even wait for you to ask. the second you mention filming, he smirks and goes, “so yer telling me the world finally gets to see me be hotter than ya at the gym?” 

he’s a menace in the voiceover booth. pure sarcasm. “look at her, acting like this workout is hard. ya should’ve seen her carrying ten shopping bags the other day like it was nothing. faker.” 

when you narrate his set, you clown him back. “look at mr. bird man trying not to break a sweat. fun fact: he spent 15 minutes fixing his hair before this clip.” 

the banter is so sharp that the comments are just full of people screaming “COUPLE OF THE YEAR.” 

he plays it off cool, but when he catches you rewatching your tik tok together later, he actually grins, presses a kiss to your temple, and mutters, “yeah, we killed that one.” 

bonus: he definitely whispers stupid commentary into your ear while you’re mid-set just to make you laugh and ruin your form. menace boyfriend behavior. 

kaiser michael

kaiser LIVES for this. influencer content? in a gym? with him as the star? it’s basically his dream. 

he flexes at the camera every chance he gets, winking, smirking, tossing his hair like he’s filming an ad campaign. 

his voiceover is extra dramatic: “and here she is: the queen, the goddess, the only reason i even touch a weight. behold, the woman of my dreams, ladies and gentlemen.” 

you absolutely roast him in return. “and here’s mr. narcissist, once again hogging the mirror. look closely and you’ll see he’s been flexing the same bicep for five minutes.” 

it goes insanely viral because he’s both hot and unhinged. the comments are literally: “this is THEIR gym, we’re just paying membership fees.” 

he pretends it’s all a joke, but deep down, he’s obsessed with the fact that you two look like the blueprint of a power couple online. 

100% introduces you in public as his “co-star” now. 

otoya eita

omg. THIS MAN. you thought this would be cute, but he turns it into a flirting olympics. 

voiceover? literally dripping in flirty lines. “look at my baby, damn. she’s out here lifting weights but still somehow lighter than the weight on my chest when she looks at me. gosh, i’m so down bad.” 

like sir, this is a public gym. 

when you record his workouts, he PURPOSEFULLY makes it thirst-trap energy. slow reps, smirking at the camera, tongue between his teeth. you can’t even roast him because he’s too busy winking into the lens. 

your voiceover ends up being like: “yep. this is my man. pls stay back, he’s taken, thanks.” 

the comments are feral. people spam “he’s literally flirting with the entire internet” and otoya just replies, “nah, only flirting with her 😘” 

he 100% starts suggesting more couple tik toks after this because he loves any excuse to make you blush and show you off at the same time. 

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Your blog is so pretty wtffff ToT

Is it cool if I get a Gyutaro(KnY) x reader who falls head over heels at first sight? Like, all they can think is "Oh my gosh what the heck he's so pretty" and gets really nervous around him, and Gyutaro is confused as heck bc he thinks he's ugly and reader decides to change his mind whatever it takes??

@staranon00

⋆｡°🥝 "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞?" 🌙⊹˚₊

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₊°ᗢ₊˚☕ Writer's Note: Tysm !! (It literally took me so long to figure out a theme💀) But yes, Gyutaro is actually really pretty and he needs to know it >:) Enjoy !!

Starring: Gyutaro.

Notes: New!uppermoon!reader, Daki included as the wingwoman, Gyutaro might be a little ooc, Reader being a simp.

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You’d just been summoned to the Infinity Castle. Muzan had this thing for gathering all of you like some awkward family reunion, tossing insults around like appetizers. You were fairly new to the Upper Ranks, so naturally you were on edge, still figuring out your place.

But then you saw him.

Gyutaro.

And girl. GIRL.

Your brain just went:

“Oh my GOD??? Who let him be so pretty??? His eyes, his voice—?? I’m gonna PASS OUT???”

Meanwhile, Gyutaro is standing there with his slouched posture, scratching his neck, convinced everyone must be disgusted by him. He catches you staring and immediately thinks you’re repulsed. He actually sneers and goes,

“Oi… what, you think I’m disgusting too? Don’t gawk at me like that, ugly.”

But instead of being offended, you straight up FLUSHED red. Like—steam out your ears red.

“W-What?! No!! You’re— you’re literally gorgeous! Like— so handsome it’s unfair!”

Record scratch.

Gyutaro.exe has stopped working.

He’s staring at you with the most confused expression, because this is the first time in his entire existence someone’s ever called him handsome. His whole self-image is screaming "Nah she's mocking you” but you’re so visibly flustered and tripping over yourself that it feels… real.

From that day on, you made it your mission to prove to him that you weren’t lying.

You sit next to him at meetings, leaning in with your chin propped on your hand just to admire his face.

You give him compliments constantly— “wow your voice is so deep, it gave me chills” or “your eyes are hypnotizing, how do you do that?”

Gyutaro: “Quit makin’ fun of me.”

You: “I’m not!! If I could paint I’d literally make a shrine of you, shut up.”

At first he keeps snapping back because he can’t comprehend someone actually liking him, but over time, he notices you never get scared off. You don’t flinch at his appearance, you don’t recoil from his voice—you lean in.

And lowkey… it starts melting him.

One night, while he’s sitting alone sharpening his sickles, you creep up nervously and blurt out:

“Y’know, if I could trade anything for your smile, I’d do it. No hesitation.”

…Gyutaro literally freezes. His heart does a somersault. He’s trying so hard to scoff it off, but his ears are burning red and his hands are shaking. Nobody’s ever wanted him for him.

So he growls,

“Tch… you’re weird, y’know that? …But… maybe not so bad.”

And from then on, he lets you hang around. He even starts teasing you back when you fluster yourself staring too long. But every time you gush about how beautiful he is, he secretly clings to it like treasure, because you’re the first person who ever made him feel wanted.

🌙 Extras!! (Headcanons)

You’ve basically turned into his emotional support simp. Anytime he gets insecure or mutters something self-deprecating, you shut that down IMMEDIATELY.

Gyutaro: “Heh… ugly bastard like me don’t deserve—”

You: “WRONG. Do you want me to list ten reasons why you’re hotter than 90% of demons in this castle??”

Gyutaro: “Wh—shut up!!” (lowkey smiling tho)

He doesn’t admit it out loud, but your compliments are basically the only reason he ever looks in a mirror now. Before, he avoided his reflection like the plague, but sometimes when you’re not around, he’ll glance at his face and mutter:

“…they really think this is… handsome?”

And he doesn’t hate it as much anymore.

He acts annoyed when you cling to him, but when you’re busy doing something else and not giving him attention, he gets extra cranky.

Daki: “Wow, you really stopped bothering him today, huh?”

Gyutaro: glaring at you from across the room, sulking like a kicked puppy

Daki clocked your crush IMMEDIATELY. Like, she saw the way you looked at Gyutaro once and went:

“Oh. My. God. You like my brother???”

And now she WILL NOT shut up about it.

She teases the hell out of you, constantly putting you on the spot.

Daki: “Awwww, don’t get shy now~ You were just drooling over him ten minutes ago~”

You: “I WASN’T DROOLING—”

Gyutaro: “Drooling???” (turning red instantly)

Lowkey though? She’s happy about it. Nobody’s ever called her brother handsome before, and surprisingly shes not pushing you away from him. Seeing someone actually fall for him softens her up a little (though she hides it under endless teasing).

Daki keeps trying to "wingwoman" you in the worst ways. She’ll be like:

"Brother, [Name] said your hands are soooo strong. Don’t you think they’d be good for holding someone? Maybe her?"

Gyutaro is now just sitting there, staring at the wall like a statue.

Sometimes you’ll bring Gyutaro little “gifts” (random shiny objects, new fabric, whatever you find). Daki 100% helps you pick them out, but only so she can gossip about it later.

“She gave you that? Ugh, she's whipped.”

Eventually, when Muzan isn’t around, Daki straight up tells Gyutaro:

“You know she's, like, obsessed with you, right? Like—grossly obsessed. It’s kinda cute though.”

And Gyutaro’s brain basically blue-screens again.

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How the Hashira would propose to you..

₊°ᗢ₊˚✧☕Writer's Note: Sorry, I didn't write for Tengen cuz hes already got 3 wives, I don't write poly and because I couldn't think of a scenario to write😭

Starring: Gyomei Himejima, Rengoku Kyojuro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho.

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The night was quiet—save for the steady hum of cicadas in the summer air and the faint crackle of incense burning nearby. The moon hung high, silver light spilling across the temple courtyard where Gyomei had asked you to meet him.

When you arrived, you found him waiting on his knees before the shrine, prayer beads clutched tightly in his massive hands. His head was bowed, lips murmuring a prayer so soft you almost didn’t catch it. You’d seen him pray countless times, but this felt… different. There was a trembling weight to it.

When he finally raised his head, you noticed his eyes shimmered—not just with moonlight, but with tears.

“Forgive me if my words come clumsy,” he rumbled, voice deep and fragile at once, “but I cannot keep them caged in my chest any longer.”

He reached for you then, carefully, like you were porcelain. Despite his immense size, his touch was feather-light as he guided your hands into his own. You felt the warmth of his calloused palms, the steady rhythm of his pulse, the unspoken devotion in the way he held you as if you were the most sacred thing in the world.

“All my life,” Gyomei began, tears rolling freely now, “I have prayed for strength to protect, to guide, to carry others’ burdens when they falter. And yet—” His voice cracked, his breath catching as he squeezed your hands gently. “—you have been the one to carry mine. Your laughter… your kindness… the way you simply exist has saved me more times than I dare admit.”

He bowed his head again, tears dripping onto your joined hands.

Then, with a trembling exhale, he shifted onto one knee. His size alone made the gesture overwhelming—the towering, unshakable Stone Pillar kneeling before you like a humble man with nothing but his heart to offer.

From the folds of his robes, he produced a small, hand-carved wooden box. It wasn’t polished gold or expensive velvet—it was simple, yet smooth and lovingly shaped, as if he’d worked on it late at night with nothing but patience and prayers. When he opened it, you saw a ring inside, the band etched with delicate lines resembling prayer beads, a tiny stone glimmering at its center like a captured star.

“I have little to give this world that is not strength,” he whispered, voice breaking under the weight of his tears. “But every part of me—my prayers, my days, my heart—belongs to you. Will you… allow me the honor of spending the rest of my life at your side?”

The cicadas quieted, the incense smoke curled higher, and for a moment the whole world stilled, as if holding its breath for your answer.

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And when you said yes, Gyomei sobbed openly, clutching your hands to his forehead as if he were giving thanks to the gods themselves. His tears stained your knuckles, but his smile—gentle, broken, radiant—was brighter than the moonlight itself.

The world was drenched in warm orange as the sun dipped toward the horizon, painting the sky in fire. Rengoku had dragged you out to the fields just outside the city, saying he had something “most important” to show you.

He stood there, back lit by the sunset, his wild hair glowing like molten flame. His usual booming grin was on his face, but there was a certain nervous flicker in his eyes that you’d never seen before.

“[Name]!” he called, voice carrying like a war drum. “I’ve fought countless battles in my life! I have faced demons without fear and walked the edge of death itself!”

Then, in an uncharacteristic break, his voice softened—still strong, but trembling with raw emotion.

“Yet nothing has made my heart race like standing before you now.”

You blinked as he suddenly bent down, hands fumbling behind his back. When he straightened, he held something out proudly—a lacquered wooden box, decorated with a phoenix motif that he’d clearly burned into the surface himself.

But before he opened it, he grabbed your shoulders with surprising urgency, eyes blazing brighter than the sunset.

“You are my reason to keep moving forward! My fire burns brighter because you are by my side! Every moment I spend with you fills my chest with joy so strong, I could laugh until my voice breaks!”

And then—Rengoku, the man who never once wavered in the face of death, actually blushed. His voice lowered, gentler, so unlike his usual roar that it made your chest ache.

“So please, allow me the honor of making you my family… for the rest of my days.”

With a decisive motion, he dropped to one knee. The box flipped open, revealing a golden ring with a ruby set in the middle—burning as fiercely as his spirit. The band itself looked like dancing flames, carefully crafted, shimmering with life.

He held it out, eyes locked on yours, and for the first time you saw vulnerability flicker in the flame.

“Will you marry me?”

The sunset behind him seemed to ignite, and in that moment you could swear the entire sky was cheering with him. When you said yes, his face lit up even brighter than the fiery horizon, and he actually laughed—a booming, joyous laugh that echoed across the fields. He scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around until your cheeks hurt from smiling.

“FLAME AND SOUL! TOGETHER FOREVER!!” he shouted to the sky, as if he wanted the gods themselves to witness it.

And honestly? You knew they did.

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It wasn’t candlelight or a sunset. It was late at night, just the two of you sitting on the engawa outside his home. The cicadas had gone quiet, and the air was cool enough that you could see your breath. Sanemi was sitting beside you, a flask of sake in his hand, scars catching the moonlight like pale threads stitched across his skin.

He hadn’t said a word for a while, which was unusual—even his silences usually buzzed with tension, like he was daring the world to piss him off. But tonight? He just looked… restless.

Finally, he shoved the flask down and barked,

“Tch—damn it. I can’t keep this in anymore.”

You blinked at him, startled, but before you could ask, he was already dragging a hand through his spiky white hair, jaw tight. His voice was sharp, but underneath it trembled something uncharacteristically fragile.

“I’m no good at this shit. I don’t… I don’t say things right. I’m rough, I’ve got more scars than I can count, and I’ve lost more people than I’ll ever admit.”

His fists clenched on his knees. He looked away, teeth gritted like the words were being dragged out of him.

“But you—damn it—you stuck around. You didn’t flinch when I pushed you away, didn’t run when I showed you the ugliest parts of me. And for some reason—” His voice cracked, low and raw. “—you made me wanna live for something other than fighting.”

He stood abruptly, pacing like a caged animal, then finally whipped around and dropped to one knee so fast it was almost clumsy. From his haori, he yanked out a little pouch—rough leather, clearly handmade. He shoved it toward you with shaking hands.

When you opened it, you found a silver ring, simple but strong, with little wind-carved etchings along the band that looked almost like scars—and yet somehow, beautiful.

Sanemi’s voice shook, but his eyes burned into yours with a ferocity that left no room for doubt.

“I ain’t promising perfection. Hell, I’ll probably screw up a thousand times over. But I’ll fight for you. I’ll bleed for you. I’ll protect you with every damn breath I’ve got left.”

Then, almost too soft to hear, he added—

“…So marry me. Please.”

The word please broke something in your chest. Sanemi never begged. Never asked. But here he was, trembling, scars and soul laid bare, holding his heart out like a bloody offering.

When you whispered yes, he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for years. He pressed his forehead to yours, rough hands cupping your face, muttering curses under his breath—except this time, they weren’t angry. They were shaky little prayers, like “shit, I love you so much” and “don’t you ever leave me.”

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And when he finally slipped the ring onto your finger, his lips brushed over your knuckles—not delicate, not practiced, but desperate. Real.

The rain had just stopped, leaving the world dripping and fresh. You found Giyuu standing by the riverbank, where the moonlight shimmered across the water like liquid silver. He was always drawn to places like this—quiet, still, where words didn’t feel so heavy.

When he noticed you approaching, he shifted slightly, his haori swaying in the breeze. He didn’t smile, but his eyes softened, a gentleness reserved only for you. For a moment, the two of you stood side by side, listening to the water rush over stones.

Then, in his usual abrupt way, he spoke:

“There’s… something I need to say.”

His voice was low, almost drowned out by the river. His hands were at his sides, clenching and unclenching as though the words themselves were sharp.

“I’ve spent most of my life… watching people disappear. Every time I cared, it was taken from me. Every bond I made was cut short.”

He glanced down, unable to meet your eyes, his brows furrowed like he was scolding himself.

“When you came into my life, I thought it would be the same. That if I let myself hold on, the world would tear you away too. So I tried—” his voice wavered, “—I tried not to hold on at all.”

Your chest ached as he finally turned toward you, and for the first time, you saw fear—not of demons, not of death, but of losing you.

Slowly, with shaking hands, Giyuu reached into his uniform and pulled out a small cloth pouch. He untied it with fumbling fingers, revealing a ring inside: silver, delicate, carved with a pattern that mimicked rippling waves. Clearly something he’d chosen carefully, even if he never said so.

When he looked at you again, his eyes glistened—not from the river’s reflection, but from unshed tears.

“I’m not good with words. I’m not… easy to be with. But I know this: I can’t imagine a world without you in it. And I don’t want to anymore.”

He swallowed hard, then dropped to one knee, his voice trembling as he held the ring out to you.

“So… will you stay? With me? For the rest of our lives?”

The river roared quietly in the background, but the silence between you was louder. When you whispered yes, his breath hitched like he didn’t believe it. He slipped the ring on your finger with unsteady hands, his lips parting like he wanted to say more—but all that came out was a broken, relieved exhale.

He leaned his forehead against your hand, tears dripping onto your skin as he whispered the words he’d never said out loud before:

“Thank you… for not letting go.”

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The mist rolled gently across the mountainside, curling around the trees like pale silk. Muichiro had brought you here—his favorite spot to watch the clouds drift endlessly above. He was lying in the grass, eyes fixed on the sky, his expression calm and far away as usual.

For a while, he didn’t say anything. You thought maybe he had forgotten why he asked you to come here in the first place. But then, out of nowhere, his voice floated into the air—quiet, thoughtful.

“The sky looks endless, doesn’t it?”

You hummed in agreement, glancing at him. His pale eyes stayed fixed above, but there was something sharper in them, a rare focus.

“I used to think life was like that, too. Endless. But then I lost everything. My family, my time, even myself.”

He turned his head toward you then, his expression soft in a way that stole the breath from your lungs.

“And then… you appeared. Like sunlight breaking through the mist.”

Slowly, Muichiro sat up, reaching into his sleeve. His hands moved with unusual certainty as he pulled out a tiny wooden box, carved with cloud patterns. He held it gently, like it was something precious, before offering it to you with both hands.

When he opened it, you saw a ring—delicate silver, the band etched with tiny swirls that resembled drifting mist, a small aquamarine gem set at its center like a captured piece of the sky.

His voice, usually airy and detached, was firm now—quiet but unwavering.

“I forget a lot of things. Names, moments… sometimes even my own worth. But no matter how foggy everything gets, one thing always stays clear.”

He took your hand, his slender fingers brushing against yours with surprising steadiness. His pale eyes locked onto yours, filled with more emotion than words could carry.

“I love you. I don’t ever want to forget what it feels like to be with you. So… will you stay with me? Always?”

The mist curled thicker around you both, as if even the world itself was holding its breath. When you whispered yes, Muichiro’s lips parted in the faintest smile—small, rare, and more radiant than the rising sun.

He slipped the ring onto your finger, then leaned against your shoulder, his hair brushing your skin. His voice was a murmur, already softening back into dreamlike tones:

“Good. Because I think… with you, I’ll never feel lost again.”

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The night air was cool, lantern light flickering faintly inside Obanai’s home. You were curled up beside him on the tatami floor, Kaburamaru lazily coiled across his shoulders. Obanai wasn’t speaking—he rarely did when silence was enough—but his mismatched eyes kept flicking toward you, watching like you were something fragile he was terrified to lose.

Finally, after what felt like hours, his low, quiet voice cut through the stillness:

“I don’t… deserve you.”

You sat up a little, startled, but he didn’t look at you. His gaze stayed fixed on the floor, his hand absently stroking Kaburamaru’s scales.

“My blood is stained. My family’s sins are carved into me. All my life I’ve believed I was filthy—something cursed, undeserving of happiness.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his usual sharp tongue softened into something trembling, bare.

“But then you came along.”

Slowly, his mismatched eyes lifted to yours. For once, there was no scowl, no sharpness—just a raw, aching vulnerability that nearly undid you.

“You… you look at me like I’m worth something. Like I’m not the monster I’ve always seen in the mirror. And it terrifies me, because—”

His voice cracked, and he reached into his robes with shaking fingers. When his hand emerged, he held a small, black-lacquered box, the edges worn like he’d carried it for months, too afraid to actually open it.

“—because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost that.”

Finally, he moved closer, dropping to one knee in front of you. Kaburamaru slithered down his arm, curling delicately around your wrist, as though even the serpent was part of the vow he was making. Obanai opened the box, revealing a slender silver ring shaped like two intertwining serpents, their heads meeting to hold a tiny gem between them.

His voice was barely above a whisper, raw and stripped of all armor:

“I have nothing pure to give you. Only this flawed heart that beats louder whenever you’re near. But if you’ll allow it—” his breath trembled, “—I want to spend what remains of my life at your side. As your husband.”

His mismatched eyes burned into yours, terrified and desperate all at once.

“Will you marry me?”

When you answered yes, Obanai let out a shaky exhale, like he’d been suffocating until this very moment. His hands trembled as he slid the ring onto your finger, and when he leaned forward to press his forehead to your hands, Kaburamaru nuzzled against your palm too—like the snake was sealing the vow alongside him.

Obanai’s voice broke, barely audible as he whispered:

“…thank you, for choosing me. For making me believe I could be loved.”

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The festival lanterns glowed warm and pink, strung above the bustling street. Mitsuri had dragged you out, practically bouncing on her feet the whole way, her hair swaying in candy-colored waves as she pointed excitedly at every food stall you passed.

“Ooh, [Name]-chan, look at the taiyaki! And the dango! Ohhh, and that stall has candied apples—so cute!!”

Her enthusiasm was contagious—you couldn’t help laughing as she tugged you from one stall to another, insisting you try everything. By the time you sat down at the edge of the festival square, you both had your laps full of snacks, lantern light reflecting in her green eyes.

But then Mitsuri grew oddly quiet. She fiddled with the stick of her dango, cheeks already pink but deepening with something other than excitement.

“[Name]-chan…” she started softly, voice trembling. “I—I love eating delicious food. I love bright colors and laughter and warm moments. But more than all of that… I love you.”

You blinked, caught off guard, as she set her dango aside and turned fully toward you. Her hands were shaking as she dug into her sleeve, pulling out a little pink silk pouch.

When she opened it, your breath hitched. Inside was a ring—delicate gold, with tiny engravings of blooming sakura around the band, a small pink gem set at its center. It sparkled in the lantern light, but it was nothing compared to the way Mitsuri’s eyes glistened.

She dropped to her knees right there, not caring about the crowd, tears welling up as she clutched the ring like it was her entire heart.

“I know I’m a lot. I get loud, I eat too much, I talk too much, I feel everything so strongly… and sometimes I’m scared that it’s too much for people to handle.”

Her voice cracked, and she smiled through the tears, trembling but radiant.

“But you—you’ve never made me feel like too much. You make me feel like I’m just right. Like I’m perfect the way I am. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel that way too.”

The festival noise seemed to blur away, lanterns flickering softly around you as she held the ring out, eyes pleading but glowing with hope.

“[Name]-chan… will you marry me?”

Your yes barely left your lips before Mitsuri squealed—loudly. She threw herself into your arms, knocking over your plates of food, hugging you so tight you thought you’d burst. The crowd nearby clapped and cheered, but Mitsuri didn’t care; she kissed you over and over, tears running down her face, laughter bubbling from her chest.

She just grinned through her tears, slipping the ring onto your finger and declaring to the entire festival square:

“SHE SAID YES!!!”

The lanterns swayed, the fireworks cracked overhead, and you realized—you’d just agreed to spend forever with the brightest, sweetest, most unapologetically loving woman in the world.

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The garden behind the Butterfly Estate was quiet in the evening, the air rich with the scent of wisteria. Shinobu had asked you to join her, saying she wanted to “show you something.” When you arrived, she was already waiting, kneeling by the koi pond with a lantern glowing faintly beside her.

She looked up with that trademark fake smile.

“You’re late. I almost thought you’d forgotten about me.”

Her tone was light, teasing, but there was a tremble to her hands as she folded them neatly in her lap. You sat beside her, watching the koi ripple through the water. For a long while, she said nothing—just let the sound of the insects and the faint rustle of wisteria fill the silence.

Finally, her soft voice cut through the night.

“You know… when Kanae died, I thought my heart couldn’t hold anything good again. I thought I had to lock everything away—keep smiling, keep fighting, keep pretending.”

Her smile faltered, eyes glistening in the lantern light.

“And then… somehow, you appeared. And you were patient with me. You saw through the teasing, through the mask, and you still stayed. You made me feel like I wasn’t broken.”

Her hand brushed against yours, light as a butterfly’s wing, before she slowly pulled something from her sleeve: a small lacquered box, painted with purple flowers.

She opened it to reveal a delicate ring, silver and thin, with tiny engravings of wisteria climbing along the band. At the center sat a violet gem, soft and shimmering like moonlight on water.

Shinobu let out a tiny, nervous laugh, biting her lip.

“I’m a poison, you know. I can be sharp, biting, sometimes even cruel. But if you’ll let me… I promise to spend every day making sure my love is the antidote.”

Then, in an uncharacteristically vulnerable move, she shifted to her knees, lowering her head slightly as she held the ring toward you. Her voice was steady, but her eyes shone with tears she was too proud to shed.

“So… will you marry me?”

When you said yes, Shinobu exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for years. She slipped the ring onto your finger with careful, trembling hands, then leaned forward to rest her forehead against yours.

Her smile returned—gentle, teasing, but this time unmasked.

“Good. Now you’re stuck with me forever. Don’t think you can take it back.”

And as the wisteria swayed above you, you realized you wouldn’t dream of it.

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⊹˚₊My random Shidou Ryusei headcanons ⋆｡°

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₊°ᗢ₊˚✧☕ Writer's note: I dunno I got bored :p

These are just headcanons I have so don't take any of these seriously. And some of these are probably ranting.

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1. Pansexual. (And no it was not confirmed that he is gay so don't argue wit me) Also, y'know how some people be flirting like crazy but don't actually want a relationship? Yeah, maybe... Yeah, maybe not.

2. Dog person. Fr his spirit animal.

3. Not a big fan of Christmas. cuz like, why dis man got beef with Santa??? 😭

4. I feel like hes one of those type of people who are like loud and excited with people he likes/is comfortable with but then quiet as hell with people he don't know. (Probably ooc asf but hear me out for a sec)

5. Watches Jurassic Park cuz I said so.

6. Since I see a lotta canon facts of him wanting freedom, I think hes trying go be the opposite of half of us like how we (yes we) have thoughts or feelings that we wanna keep to ourselves or hold it in. He wants to be free, he doesn't care what others think or say, he isn't ashamed at all.

7. Cannot sit still. He’s always moving: tapping his feet, bouncing his knee, drumming on tables, stretching mid-conversation, etc.

8. I KNOW this man gotta whole skincare makeup routine.

9. Secretly very observant. He notices small details about people (like what pisses them off, what makes them flinch, or even what makes them blush).

10. Definitely a “sleeps in only boxers” type. Gets hot easily and kicks blankets off.

11. Doesn’t do warmups properly—he’ll just stretch once, crack his neck, and start sprinting like a demon.

12. Lowkey loyal as hell when he finds someone he actually vibes with. Wouldn’t admit it though.

13. Definitely listens metal, hyper pop, and rap.

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Random shit I post cuz yes.

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🌧 I wish men were real..😔 (I love Shidou)

🌧 PINTEREST GAVE ME INFINITY CASTLE ARC MOVIE SPOILERS😭

🌧 Bachira doing a meme reference

🌧 The sky was pink :0 (my pic)

🌧 The My Melody and Kuromi show >:3

🌧 Shidou's ass reveal 💀

🌧 Random Shidou Headcanons

🌧️ Spiderman!Shidou headcanon!

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TYSM I LOVE YOURS TOO!! ITS SO PRETTY AND CLEAN😭💙💙💙💙💙💙

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🍪⊹₊ "𝐏𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬." ⋆°🌷

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You and your bf!bllk playing Minecraft together! 🌷

Starring: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei, Rin Itoshi and Nagi Seishiro.

Note: Some of them are still learning how to play, CRACK😩

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You: “Okay… rule number one. Don’t dig straight down.”

Isagi: already digging straight down “But why tho—”

falls directly into lava

You wheeze so hard you almost choke on your drink while his little Minecraft character burns like a marshmallow.

Isagi: yelling at his laptop “WHY WOULD THEY PUT LAVA UNDER ME? WHO DESIGNED THIS GAME??”

You: snorting “God. Literally Notch. Stop blaming me.”

Later, you’re trying to teach him how to build a cute little cottage. You’ve got flowers in front, a cozy fireplace, and he—

Isagi: “Check this out!” builds a dirt cube with one torch inside

You: “…That’s a hostage cell.”

Isagi: “Nooo it’s modern architecture 😤.”

You: “Bro, it looks like an Amazon box.”

But the thing is, while you’re clowning him, he starts gathering resources for you like some medieval knight. He’ll mine for HOURS just to bring back diamonds, but then hand them over like:

Isagi: “Uh, yeah… found these. You should have them. You’re better at, like, not dying than me.”

You: “Isagi, you literally died to a chicken jockey earlier.”

Isagi: “…That chicken was looking at me funny.”

The actual fluff kicks in when night falls in-game. You’re in bed (Minecraft bed), and you tell him to hop in the other one next to yours.

Isagi's character just stands there instead.

You: “Baby??”

Isagi irl, grabs you from out the beanbag you were sitting on and pulls you against him on the bed. "Sleeping together in person is much better, thank you."

He’s so sappy that you’re just laying there against his chest. And then, of course—

In the game, one of you forgot to close the door.

Isagi: gets jump-scared by a creeper “OHMYGOD RUNNNN”

Boom.

You two: die instantly

…and respawn together, laughing your asses off.

Oh, and he found a village from running around everywhere... and got bodied by a Iron Golem.

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You: “Okay, first night, we need to build a shelter—”

Bachira: already chasing a fucking creeper across the field “LOOK, HE WANTS TO PLAY TAG!!”

creeper explodes

Bachira: “He was just shy… 🥺”

You: “BABE THAT THING JUST BLEW UP YOU AND A TREE.”

When you’re mining, he refuses to use torches like a normal person. Instead, he’s just humming in the dark cave like it’s a lullaby.

Bachira: “The monsters can hear me singing so they won’t hurt me.”

Zombie: groans

Bachira: turns around instantly and punches it with bread “See? Bestie.”

You: “That’s not—Bachira that is NOT your bestie.”

He builds the ugliest, most cursed houses. You’re out here making a cozy little log cabin, and he—

Bachira: “TADA! Our home!!”

You: staring at a giant dirt tower with 47 doors “…Is this a… McDonald’s playplace?”

Bachira: grins “It’s a monster daycare. They can come in whenever they want!!”

You: “WE’RE GETTING EVICTED.”

This man LOVES going on adventures with you. He’s always like:

Bachira: “Come onnn, let’s run until the map ends! Maybe we’ll find a pink sheep or a jungle temple or HEROBRINE HIMSELF!!”

And he’ll hold your hand irl while you’re running in-game, like it’s a date. When you die (bc he pushed you into lava accidentally), he immediately types in chat:

<Bumblebeeboi000> come back :( it’s not fun without you

And waits by your spawn point like a loyal golden retriever, spamming the crouch button.

Nighttime vibes are insane though. You’re chilling in bed in-game, and instead of sleeping, he’s bouncing on your Minecraft bed like:

Bachira: “Boing boing boing!!”

You: “BRO I’M TRYING TO SLEEP.”

Bachira: "But then the monsters won't get to play with my monster.."

You: "Your 'monster' doesn't play Minecraft."

Bachira: "You don't know that! >:("

Though surprisingly, he actually made a decent looking fence with pigs and cows in it.

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You: “Okay, we’re gonna survive, build a house, and live peacefully—”

Shidou: already setting TNT under your base “Yeah totally babe 😇.”

explosion goes off

You: “SHIDOU??? THAT WAS OUR STORAGE ROOM???”

Shidou: laughing so hard he falls off his chair “BOOM BOOM HOUSE GONE!!”

He absolutely refuses to play normal. You’re planting flowers? He spawns 50 chickens inside your house. You’re building a cozy farm? He sets it on fire “for the aesthetic.”

You: “STOP BURNING EVERYTHING—”

Shidou: shirtless irl for no reason “But babe… chaos is sexy 😏.”

You: “PUT YOUR SHIRT ON.”

He’s cracked at PvP though. If anything looks at you funny in-game—

Skeleton points it's bow and arrow

Shidou: “BACK OFF MY WIFEY.” charges it head-on, dies getting hit too many times, respawns screaming “WORTH IT”

Also 100% the type to spam the chat with:

<Daddydemon111> come kiss me in minecraft 😘

<Daddydemon111> bet u won’t

And when you actually do (literally just pressing your character's block head against his and going "MWAH!"), he goes feral irl like:

Shidou: screaming “OH SHE WANTS ME BAD FOR REAL.”

Sometimes when he’s not blowing up your builds, he secretly leaves dumb signs around the world for you:

"u smell good"

"babe ur hot 😈"

"our love > diamonds"

"wanna make love in a cave😍"

And once, he built you a giant blocky heart out of red wool… but then immediately set it on fire “so it’s burning with passion 🔥.”

You: “…That’s actually kinda cute.”

Shidou: grinning irl “See? I’m a romantic.”

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You: “Okay so… first you punch a tree.”

Rin: five minutes in already full iron armor, a diamond pick, and a 3-story modern house with glass windows.

You: “HOW THE FUCK-”

Rin: deadpan “Skill issue.”

The worst part? He doesn’t even google tutorials. He just… knows. He’s got farms, he’s enchanting, he’s speedrunning Nether access while you’re running in circles fighting a cow with your fists.

You: “How are you doing this??”

Rin: “I don’t waste time like you.”

You: “Well, EXCUSE me🙄”

And he’s so damn smug about it too. Every time you die—

<BetterItoshi> lol

<BetterItoshi> seriously??

<BetterItoshi> imagine being bad at minecraft

You: “I LITERALLY JUST GOT BITCHED BY A DROWN, LEAVE ME ALONE.”

Rin: smirking irl “Get better.”

But despite being better than you instantly, he still shares everything. He’ll toss you extra diamonds with a casual:

Rin: “You’ll just lose them anyway, so… I’ll carry us.”

Translation: “I got these for you, don’t die pls.”

He secretly builds little safety rails everywhere you walk because you keep falling into holes. When you’re mining, he runs in front of you to take hits first. And at night? He puts your Minecraft beds next to each other without asking.

You: “I thought you said you didn't want to put our beds together🥺”

Rin: blushing irl, still pretending to be stoic “It’s efficient.”

You: “Efficient… for cuddling.”

Rin: logs off immediately

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You: “Okay, let’s chop some wood—”

Nagi: literally still lying in bed IRL, eyes locked on his phone already full enchanted diamond gear in 10 minutes.

You: “BOY??? How did you—”

Nagi: yawns “Wasn’t that much of a hassle, just used some brain cells…”

You: “Bro you don’t even use brain cells to cook ramen.”

He plays the game like he’s speedrunning while barely awake. You’re fighting for your life against skeletons while he’s casually raiding temples, building farms, and slapping down Nether portals like it’s light work.

You: “Can you help me? I’m dying!!”

Nagi: teleports in with an ender pearl, one-shots everything, tosses you golden apples “There. Don’t die again, too much effort.”

You: heart goes 🫠

When he builds, it’s insane. You’re building a lil aesthetic cave house and Nagi’s over here constructing a 5-star luxury hotel with balconies, fountains, and an automated farm system.

You: “…Okay now I'm starting to think your using cheat codes”

Nagi: shrugs “Didn’t wanna walk far to get food, so… efficiency.”

Even though he’s a pro, he always carries you. Like literally: if you fall into lava, he’ll jump in AFTER you, throw you a fire resistance potion, and say,

Nagi: “Don’t make me save you again, too much of a hassle.”

But the way he says it is so soft that you KNOW he’d do it a thousand more times.

And when it’s nighttime? He always places his bed next to yours without saying a word.

And at some point you two find a Warden and die immediately.

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⋆｡°"𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥." 🥡⊹˚₊

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Your kid crying "I want my daddy!😭" and you go "I want your daddy too!😩" to see your husband!bllk's reaction.

Starring: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei, Itoshi bros, Micheal Kaiser and Reo Mikage.

Notes: the kids have names, suggestive jokes, innocent asf kids, horny wife!reader on crack. 💀

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The kitchen smells like heaven. Isagi’s standing over the stove, sleeves rolled up, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth like he’s about to score a goal, not saute some chicken. You’re watching from the counter, legs swinging, because nothing is sexier than domestic chef Isagi Yoichi.

That’s when:

“WAAAAH!” 🚨

Here comes your 5-year-old son, Isamu, barreling into the room with tears streaming down his face like he just lost the Blue Lock final. He’s holding… a broken Lego piece. A single. Tiny. Brick.

“IT BROKE!” he wails. “I WANT MY DADDY! 😭”

Isagi freezes mid-stir. “Uh—”

But before he can even set the spatula down, you clap your hands dramatically, looking at your son with fake devastation.

“I want your daddy too😩”

The room goes SILENT. Even the pan stops sizzling like it knows y’all are being unholy.

Isagi whips around, scandalized. “Babe. In FRONT of our kid?!”

Isamu, confused but still sniffling: “You want Daddy too??”

You nod solemnly, clutching your chest like you’re in pain. “Every single day, baby. Every. Day.”

Isagi covers his face with his hands. “You cannot just—”

“YES I CAN,” you snap, then gesture at him with a flourish. “Do you SEE him?? Look at those arms?? Look at that jawline?? That man could build AND destroy Lego cities.”

Isamu gasps, suddenly his sadness was forgotten. He shoves the broken Lego at Isagi. “Yeah Daddy!! Fix it!!”

Now both of you are staring at him. You, practically giggling at the stunned look on his face. Him, clutching plastic bricks like it’s the World Cup.

Isagi sighs, crouching down to fix the Lego, muttering under his breath. “I literally just wanted to make teriyaki chicken…”

And you lean down to whisper in his ear, smug as hell:

“...I want your teriyaki chicken later too. 😏”

He chokes so hard he almost breaks the Lego again.

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Bachira is in the kitchen, somehow flipping pancakes like he’s performing in the circus. Sweatpants on, apron crooked, one hand juggling a spatula and a frying pan because why not? He’s humming, grinning, chaotic energy radiating off him like a human disco ball.

But then here comes Kiyoshi, your 5-year-old mini-Bachira, hair wild, socks mismatched, eyes sparkling with impending chaos. He runs in clutching… a crumpled action figure.

“Daddyyyyy 😭 my robot fell down the stairs!!”

Bachira, eyes wide with dramatic horror, spins around: “NOOOOO!! Not the robot!!” He lunges for Kiyoshi like he’s about to save the world.

Kiyoshi bursts into full-on tears, sobbing dramatically: “I WANT MY DADDY!! 😭”

And you—because obviously chaos runs in your veins—lean back in the doorway, smirk on point:

“I want your daddy too😩”

Bachira freezes mid-spin, pancake in hand. His grin drops like someone unplugged him. “…What did you just say?”

Kiyoshi, sniffles and wipes his nose on his sleeve: “Mommy wants Daddy too??”

You nod slowly, very seriously. “Yep. Every single day, baby.”

Bachira blinks. Then his smirk returns, darker, more chaotic than ever. “Oh… OH… I see how it is.” He crouches down, eyes wild. “You’re starting trouble in my kitchen, huh?”

You shrug innocently: “I’m just being honest.”

Kiyoshi, inspired by the chaos: “Daddy… can you hug Mommy AND me at the same time??”

Bachira, already laughing like a man child full of sunshine, scoops both of you up in a chaotic sandwich hug. “Of course I can!!”

You: “Good… because later, I want more than hugs.”

Bachira: chokes on laughter and nearly flips a pancake “SWEETHEART!! STOP TALKING LIKE THAT!!”

Kiyoshi claps excitedly: “YAY! Daddy’s the BEST!!”

Bachira: mutters under his breath, eyes sparkling “Oh, I’m the BEST alright…”

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Shidou in the kitchen, wearing an apron that says “Kiss the Cook (on the ass)” because of course it does. Somehow, he’s actually cooking instead of burning down the house—pasta boiling, sauce simmering. He’s humming and throwing in random spices like he’s auditioning for Hell’s Kitchen: War Criminal Edition.

Out of the blue, Sashi, your pouty little 5-year-old princess, dragging her pink stuffed dinosaur by the tail and stomping dramatically like she’s in a telenovela.

“Daaaaaddyyyy! Mommy said I can't put ketchup in the noodles!!”

Shidou spins around, spatula in hand like it’s a weapon. “YEAH, ‘cause ketchup on spaghetti is a CRIME, lil’ gremlin!”

Sashi’s lip trembles. She clutches her dinosaur tighter. “I want my daddy! 😭”

You, without missing a beat, deadpan with a hand on your chest:

“I want your daddy too😩”

The whole world goes silent.

Shidou freezes, spoon dripping marinara onto the floor. His pink eyes go WIDE, then his grin slowly spreads like he’s about to score a hat trick in your bedroom.

“Yooo—” he cackles, pointing the spoon at you, “you tryna start somethin’ while the kid’s RIGHT there?? You’re nasty, babe. I love it.”

Sashi, oblivious but still sniffling: “...Does Mommy want daddy let me have ketchup?”

Shidou crouches down to her level, still smirking like the menace he is. “Nah, Princess. Mommy wants Daddy to rail—”

“SHIDOU!!” you cut him off before he traumatizes the child.

Sashi gasps dramatically. “What’s a rail??”

You and Shidou lock eyes in pure parental panic.

“…Train tracks,” you blurt out. “Daddy’s talking about trains.”

Shidou, absolutely unhelpful, ruffles Sashi’s hair and snickers: “Yeah, Daddy’s definitely talkin’ about trains.”

You kick him in the shin under the table that night.

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Sae’s in the kitchen like he’s captaining Real Madrid and Michelin-star dining at the same time. Sleek, calm, expensive apron, hair perfectly in place. He’s stirring soup with that deadpan, “I could be playing soccer but I’m here instead” look on his face.

Yuma, your 5-year-old girlboss princess. She stomps in clutching her plush bunny, cheeks red and eyes wet.

“Mommyyyyy! I can't find my princess dress anywhere!!”

You, looking over from your phone: “It's in the washing machine right now, sweet pea. Remember? You spilled juice on it yesterday.”

Yuma gasps like you just told her Santa doesn’t exist. “I don’t CARE! I want my daddy! 😭”

And you—because you’re evil—lean against the counter with a smirk and say:

“I want your daddy too😩”

Pin-drop silence.

Yuma blinks. “…You do, Mommy?”

Sae stops stirring. His whole body freezes like someone just unplugged him. Slowly, very slowly, he lifts his eyes to glare at you with the sharpest “you did NOT just say that” expression.

“Are you serious right now?” His voice is flat, deadly.

You grin. “Very.”

Sae pinches the bridge of his nose. “In front of Yuma?”

Yuma gasps, looking between you two, confused but dramatic as hell. “Mommy, are you trying to steal Daddy from me?! 😱”

You clutch your chest. “Baby, I had him first.”

Sae almost drops the spoon. “Stop talking. Right now.” His ears are red as hell though.

Yuma narrows her eyes, stomps her little foot. “Noooo! Daddy’s mine! Mommy, you can’t have him!” She runs over and hugs Sae's leg, a pouty look playing on her face.

Sae sighs, muttering under his breath: “This is exactly why I didn’t want kids.”

You smirk, leaning closer just to whisper: “Liar. You wanted me so bad, you gave me a mini-you. AND you adore Yuma more then your own brother.”

Sae almost combusts on the spot, turning away like his life depends on it. “Yuma. Go change. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Yuma: “Fine! But Daddy’s still mine!” storms off dramatically

You, smirking: “She’s not wrong.”

Sae: mutters while blushing furiously “I hate you so much.”

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Rin is in the kitchen, moving around like a silent assassin. He’s chopping vegetables with surgical precision, face completely deadpan, like he’s not making curry but instead dismantling an enemy. He even pauses to sip water in the most stoic way possible.

And then Hana, your shy little 5-year-old baby girl. She toddles in clutching her tiny soccer ball, bottom lip quivering, tears welling in her big eyes.

Her tiny voice cracks: “M-Mommy… Daddy said I can’t have ice cream before dinner… 😭”

Rin doesn’t even look up, mutters flat: “Because it’s almost dinner time.”

Hana sniffles louder, holding her soccer ball tighter. “But… but I want my daddy! 😭”

And then you—because devious is your middle name—lean back in your chair with a smirk and hit her with:

“I want your daddy too😩”

The kitchen goes DEAD SILENT.

The knife Rin was holding? Yeah, he just freezes mid-chop. He doesn’t even breathe. He’s literally buffering like an NPC.

Hana blinks between you two. “What?”

Rin slowly turns his head, wide-eyed, looking at you like you just committed war crimes. “Did you really just—”

You shrug innocently. “What? I’m just being honest.”

Rin’s ears turn red instantly. “In. Front. Of. Her?!”

Hana tilts her head, whispering to herself: “Mommy wants Daddy to get her ice cream too…”

You: “Yes. Exactly, baby.”

Rin slams the knife down a little too hard, running a hand down his face. “Unbelievable. You’re a menace.”

You lean over the counter, purring: “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

Rin, voice cracking despite his stoic act: “S-Shut up.”

Hana beams suddenly, crisis forgotten, clapping her little hands: “Yay!! Daddy will get Mommy AND me ice cream later!!”

You: “See? Even she happy.”

Rin: “I hate you.” (He doesn’t. Man’s blushing to his ears the entire dinner.)

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Kaiser in the kitchen is a full-on aesthetic event. Man’s got his hair slicked back, glasses on, and he’s making dinner like it’s a five-star Michelin show. He’s literally plating pasta like you’re on MasterChef Germany and humming to himself like he owns the world (which, tbh, he probably thinks he does).

Just then Felix, usually the calmest, sweetest 5-year-old in existence. But tonight? Oh no. He comes storming in, red-faced, tears streaming, holding… a button.

“MY BUTTON FELL OFF!! 😭”

You blink. “…Your overalls?”

Felix sobs harder. “YEAH!! I can’t fix it!! I want my daddy!! 😭”

Kaiser turns slowly, pasta spoon in hand, dramatic as hell. “Mein Gott… my son is suffering.”

But before His Majesty can swoop in and rescue Felix from his tragic button dilemma, you let out the line that DESTROYS the peace:

“I want your daddy too😩”

The kitchen falls silent like you just cursed the royal family.

Felix sniffles. “You… do?”

Kaiser smirks instantly, dropping the spoon with a clatter and strutting toward you like he just scored the winning goal. “Scheiße, Liebling. In front of the boy?” He leans down, voice dropping to a purr. “Careful… or you’ll get more than pasta tonight.”

You shove him away, scandalized. “Micha!! He’s five!!”

"You started it first."

Felix, blinking through his tears: “Does Mommy want you to fix her button too?”

You: “Y-Yes. Sure. That’s what I meant.”

Kaiser, absolutely NO help, winks at you then crouches to Felix. “Don’t worry, mein kleiner Prinz. Daddy’s very good at fixing things… especially Mommy.”

You THROW the oven mitt at him.

Felix? Instantly happy again, holding out the button like it’s a peace treaty. “Okay Daddy, fix it!”

Kaiser, smug as hell, fixes the button and then kisses your cheek while whispering: “You’re next.”

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Reo is in the kitchen, but of course he’s not just “making dinner.” No. He’s cooking like it’s a culinary art performance. Designer apron on, sleeves rolled, hair perfect, soft jazz playing in the background. Dude probably lit a candle just to “set the mood for chicken alfredo.”

Meika, his 5-year-old princess. She stomps in with her glittery tutu, tiara crooked, clutching her teddy bear with a matching oufit. Big pout. Crocodile tears already rolling.

“Daddyyyyy 😭 Teddy’s shoe fell off and it’s lost forever!!”

Reo gasps like the world just ended. “No…! Not Teddy’s shoe!” He immediately sets the spoon down, full dramatic gasp mode. “That’s unacceptable for my princess!”

Meika sniffles harder, stomping her tiny foot. “I want my daddy! 😭”

Before Reo can scoop her up like the knight he is, you casually drop the bomb while leaning on the counter:

“I want your daddy too😩”

The room goes SILENT. Even the candle flickers like, girl what.

Reo straightens up so fast his back CRACKS. His cheeks flush, then that smug Reo grin creeps in slow. “Oh… ohhh. Babe, in front of our princess? Really?”

Meika, confused but curious: “Mommy wants Daddy too??”

You nod dramatically, hand on your heart. “Every single day, baby.”

Reo literally drops to his knees in front of you like you just proposed. “Sweetheart, say it again—no, sing it. Please. I need this for my ego.”

You swat him with a dish towel. “Get up, you simp. Your daughter is crying.”

Meika: sniffling “So Mommy wants Daddy to fix Teddy’s shoe too?”

Reo, without missing a beat, picks her up bridal-style and twirls her. “Mommy wants Daddy to fix EVERYTHING, princess. And Daddy ALWAYS delivers.”

You: “Reo. Please.”

Reo, whispering in your ear as he passes by: “Later tonight… I’ll prove it.”

Meika claps, completely oblivious: “YAY!! Daddy’s a hero!!”

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The three upper ranks with pregnant!demon!reader!

₊°ᗢ₊˚✧☕ Writer's note: I'm not sorry. I'm obessed with baby daddy AUs okay...

Starring: Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza.

Notes: nothin much, just fluff.

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🌙 General dynamic.

Kokushibo was absolutely the “I do not care for such trivial vulnerable attachments” type… until you got pregnant, and suddenly he’s standing there like an awkward 6'3 nightmare samurai who now has to figure out baby logistics.

His demon brain is like “offspring = strength” but his heart (yes he has one, shhh) is quietly freaking out because you’re carrying something that’s half him.

He’s overprotective in a very Kokushibo way — not loud, not gushy, but always watching, always keeping danger 20 miles away. He’s practically your shadow.

🩸 During pregnancy.

His scent obsession goes crazy. He can smell every tiny change in you — heartbeat, blood composition, even your emotions — and it both soothes and worries him.

He starts hunting more before you even mention cravings, just leaving rare demon delicacies and fresh kills in your space like “eat. now.”

You’d think demons don’t have the hormonal mood swings humans do but… yeah, you still do. He just stares blankly through your emotional outbursts, waits until you’re done, and then quietly pulls you against him.

Lowkey hates seeing you fight while pregnant — even if you’re strong enough to win — because his instincts are screaming “protect the heir.”

🌑 His behavior toward you.

When you’re sleeping, he’ll sit nearby with his sword resting against his shoulder, watching both the moon and you.

Refuses to let Muzan overstep — if the Demon King so much as implies interest in the baby for his “plans,” Kokushibo shuts that down with a cold glare.

Doesn’t smile (ever, duh) but his tone softens around you without him realizing.

🍼 The baby talk.

Doesn’t want to admit he’s curious about what the child will look like, but he’s always thinking about it. Six eyes? Your features? Will it inherit both your abilities?

Secretly has a name picked out but won’t tell you until the day the baby’s born.

⚔️ If anyone threatens you.

Ohhh they’re done. He won’t just kill them — he’ll erase them from existence so thoroughly it’s like they never lived.

Other demons know better than to even look at you too long.

❤ Alone.

He feels… peace when his palm rests against your stomach and he can hear two heartbeats. It reminds him that not all eternity is just blood and war.

For someone who’s lived centuries drowning in Muzan’s orders, the idea of having something that’s his — his family, his choice — feels almost rebellious.

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❄️ General dynamic.

Douma doesn’t really get pregnancy in an emotional way at first — like, he knows what it is but doesn’t fully grasp the weight of it. He’s just like “Oh my! How delightful! We’re going to have a little us!” with that empty smile.

Then it slowly clicks that you’re literally carrying his child and suddenly he’s fascinated in a way that’s almost obsessive.

Treats the whole thing like a festival in your honor — constantly telling everyone in the Eternal Paradise cult about “the little miracle” and how blessed they all are to witness it.

🩸 During pregnancy.

Brings you ridiculous amounts of food, even if you didn’t ask — everything from fine meats to rare demon treats, because “I want our little one to grow big and strong!”

Always rubbing your stomach without asking, not even realizing that some days you might be over it.

The king of making lighthearted jokes about the baby like, “I wonder if it’ll be born with fangs! Or maybe those cute little claws~!”

You’ll never lift a finger for anything. He’s carrying you around, fanning you, tucking your hair behind your ear like you’re royalty.

🌑 His behavior toward you.

Extremely handsy in a protective-but-playful way — arm always around you, pulling you into his lap, making you sit sideways on his beanbag throne with him.

Acts like he’s not worried, but his attention sharpens whenever someone gets too close.

Tries to make the pregnancy “fun” — decorating the temple with flowers, throwing little ceremonies “for the baby.”

🍼 The baby talk.

Already has dozens of names picked out, half of which are ridiculously extravagant.

Tells you constantly how “perfect” the child will be — in his mind, it’s an extension of his beauty and yours, so obviously it’ll be divine.

Has probably already started making tiny matching outfits for the three of you.

⚔️ If anyone threatens you.

The smile stays, but the eyes go sharp. He will cheerfully dismember someone while humming if they even hint at hurting you or the baby.

Cult members know better than to annoy you — Douma’s wrath is fast and weirdly creative.

❤ Alone.

He doesn’t think he’s capable of true love… but he does feel something different with you and the baby. There’s this strange warmth he can’t name, and it keeps him hovering around you more than usual.

When you’re sleeping, he sometimes leans close to your stomach and quietly talks to the baby — telling them how they’re going to “see the most beautiful sights with Papa” and “always be adored.”

Part of him is oddly excited to see if this child will make him feel something genuine for the first time in centuries.

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🌀 General dynamic.

The second Akaza finds out you’re pregnant, his whole brain rewires into hyper-protective mode. Like, he was already protective before, but now? He’s basically your walking, talking, growling guard dog.

He treats the idea of you carrying his child as the most sacred, honorable thing ever. In his mind, this baby is his new reason to keep getting stronger — a living legacy.

Very serious about it too — there’s no joking around like Douma, no detached observation like Kokushibo. He’s invested.

🩸 During pregnancy.

Refuses to let you fight, even if you’re strong enough to win. “Not while you’re carrying my child. I’ll handle it.”

Brings you fresh prey constantly — insists on it being the “best quality” kills, nothing stale. He wants you eating well so the baby’s strong.

Will literally sit by you for hours just watching you rest. Not in a creepy way — in a “I’m making sure nothing even breathes wrong in your direction” way.

Gets extra touchy with you — palm on your back when walking, carrying you if you’re even slightly tired, wrapping his arm around your waist.

🌑 His behavior toward you.

Talks to you differently — still blunt, but softer and more careful with his words.

If you start feeling insecure about your changing body, he immediately shuts that down with genuine compliments. “You’re beautiful. You’re carrying our child. No one will ever look better to me than you do right now.”

When you sleep, he always sleeps between you and the door. No one gets past him.

🍼 The baby talk.

Already imagining training the child when they’re older, teaching them martial arts and discipline — he will brag about it too.

Wonders out loud if the baby will inherit your powers or his fighting strength. Secretly hopes for both.

Names are important to him — he’ll want it to have meaning, something strong and honorable.

⚔️ If anyone threatens you.

Ohhh girl… they’re gone. Not just killed — annihilated. Akaza will go full Upper Moon rage mode and it won’t be pretty.

Even other Upper Moons keep their distance when you’re around. The only one who might poke fun is Douma, but even he knows Akaza will snap if he pushes too far.

❤ Alone.

He didn’t think he’d ever have a family again after his human life — and now that he does, the thought of losing it terrifies him.

Sometimes when you’re asleep, he’ll rest his forehead against your stomach and quietly promise the baby that they’ll grow up safe, strong, and loved.

There’s a part of him that’s scared he won’t live up to being a good father — but he’s determined to try anyway.

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Cutie patooties🤧💕

they speak the same language!!

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I wish men were real..😔

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Ello! I js saw your mha trio as dads (pt. 1 n 2) & I wanna know if you can make pt. 3 of them bonding with their childs already a full grown 3-5 yr old!! Btw, new follower :33

⊹˚₊✨"𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭.."🍦⋆｡°

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☕⋆｡°Writer's note: Bet and tysm for the follow! Hope you enjoy!

⊹˚₊ Pt.1 and Pt.2 ⋆｡°

Starring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo and Shoto Todoroki.

Notes: crack + fluff, Katsuki has a other baby too, the kids have quirks.

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[Hiro’s quirk: Momentum — he can store kinetic energy from movement and release it in bursts, making him run faster/jump higher/pack a punch depending on how much he stores. Basically mini-parkour king.]

[He's 5 yrs old, and literally a mini version of Izuku]

It was a rare sunny morning in Musutafu when you strapped on your hero gear, kissed Hiro’s forehead, and handed him over to the care of the most overprotective man alive: your husband, the Number 1 Hero, Midoriya Izuku.

You: “Don’t let him eat too much sugar.”

Izuku: “Of course.”

10 minutes later — Hiro’s got a chocolate chip muffin the size of his head.

Hiro: #1 Dad Fanboy

While you were gone, Hiro followed Izuku around the house like a happy little duckling.

The kid was literally a fanboy of his own dad.

“Daddy,” Hiro grinned, hopping onto the couch. “Tell me the story about the fight with the white haired guy (Shigaraki) again!”

Izuku smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’ve heard that story a hundred times.”

“I’ll hear it a hundred more times!” Hiro’s eyes sparkled, wide and full of awe. You swore he looked at Izuku like he hung the moon.

"Training."

Izuku decided that today was a good day for a mini-training session.

They went to the park near the agency, and Hiro was bouncing around with so much stored kinetic energy from running that he could literally jump onto the monkey bars in one go.

“Good job, buddy!” Izuku cheered, clapping. “That’s exactly how Momentum works! You build up your energy and release it—”

“I’m gonna be just like you, Daddy!” Hiro yelled, launching himself off the slide. “Number 1 Hero: Momentum!”

Izuku nearly TEARED UP on the spot. He crouched down, ruffling Hiro’s messy green hair.

“You’re gonna be even better than me,” he said softly. “Stronger. Kinder. Smarter. And I’ll be right there cheering for you the whole way.”

Stopping By the Agency.

Hiro LOVES visiting the hero agency because everyone there treats him like a celebrity. (Lowkey he is, because he’s Deku’s kid.)

One of the sidekicks handed Hiro a mini version of his dad’s costume cape. Hiro put it on IMMEDIATELY and started striking heroic poses next to Izuku.

Sidekick: “Oh my god, it’s Deku 2.0.”

Izuku: “It’s Deku 2.0… but cooler.”

Lunch.

They stopped for ramen, and Hiro spent the whole time swinging his legs and asking every possible question about hero work.

“Daddy, what’s your favorite villain you caught?”

“Daddy, when did you first meet Uncle Kacchan?”

“Daddy, what’s the fastest you’ve ever run?”

“Daddy, if I train really hard, can we be a hero team one day?”

That last one hit Izuku right in the soul.

“Of course we can, Hiro. I’d be honored.”

Evening Cuddle Time.

By the time you got home, Hiro was passed out on the couch, snuggled up against Izuku’s chest, wearing his little cape and clutching a mini All Might plush.

Izuku looked up at you with the softest smile you’ve ever seen. “He’s going to change the world someday.”

You kissed Hiro’s hair and laughed. “Wonder where he gets that from.”

Izuku just blushed and whispered, “He’s my hero already.”

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[Banjiro’s quirk: Fireworks — can create small, colorful explosive bursts that are more for flash than destruction. Think baby-safe explosions.]

[He's 7 yrs old, confident and happy asf]

Your patrol day starts with you in hero gear, standing at the door, giving Katsuki the look.

You: “Don’t let him blow anything up.”

Katsuki: “Tch—what kinda shitty parent do you think I am?”

Two seconds later: Banjiro sets off a rainbow-colored mini explosion in the kitchen. His baby sister Sasaki giggles like she just watched the funniest stand-up comedy set of her life.

Big brother Banjiro.

Banjiro may have inherited Katsuki’s power, but not his temper. Kid is calm, patient, and takes his big brother role dead seriously.

Like, he follows Sasaki around making sure she doesn’t put weird things in her mouth.

Banjiro: “Dad, Sasaki’s drooling on your grenade gauntlet again.”

Katsuki: “...how the hell did she even get that?”

"Training."

Katsuki takes Banjiro out to the backyard to “train,” which is basically throwing frisbees in the air for Banjiro to blast into colorful bursts.

Sasaki sits in her little baby carrier watching with big full sparkly eyes. Every pop gets her clapping.

Katsuki crouches down to Banjiro’s level. “Ya know, you could make those blasts pack more punch if you release ‘em faster.”

Banjiro: “But I like making them pretty. Sasaki likes the pink ones best.”

Katsuki pauses… then smirks. “Heh. Priorities. I like it.”

Katsuki on Baby duty.

Katsuki’s actually really good with babies, even if he pretends he’s not.

Banjiro’s in the living room playing with his hero figures when Katsuki comes in holding Sasaki in one arm, bottle in the other, muttering:

“Alright, mochi, drink up. Your mama’s gotta see you nice and chunky when she gets back.”

Sasaki coos softly and drinks it, her tiny hands trying to hold the bottle but then she starts giggling mid-suck because Banjiro’s making silly faces at her, and Katsuki looks between them like:

“… Damn, I make cute kids.”

Lunch.

Banjiro insists on helping feed Sasaki her mashed veggies.

Result? Half the food goes in her mouth. The other half? In her hair.

Katsuki’s just standing there with his hands on his hips, sighing.

“Looks like you gave your sister a damn carrot hair mask.”

Banjiro: “She likes it!”

Sasaki: happy baby noises

Evening Wind-Down.

By the time you get home, the house smells faintly of baby lotion and fried rice. Banjiro’s curled up on the couch next to Katsuki, Sasaki in his lap, both kids half-asleep.

You: “You survived the day.”

Katsuki smirks, shifting Banjiro so he doesn’t wake him. “Hell yeah I did. And they’re still in one piece. No explosions in the house either.”

Banjiro, sleepily: “Only in the backyard…”

Katsuki leans back, Sasaki sucking her pacifier with her tiny hand gripping the fabric of his shirt, and mutters just loud enough for you to hear:

“We should have another one.”

You: “KATSUKI BAKUGO—”

Banjiro: half asleep “Yeah, I want more siblings.”

Katsuki: grinning “See? The kid gets it.”

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[Kori’s quirk: Snowflake — creates intricate snow crystals, can form delicate frost patterns in the air.]

[She's 6 yrs old, a polite little snow princess.]

[Homura’s quirk: Cinder — emits tiny sparks/embers that he can shape, often tries to make “mini dragons” out of them.]

[He's 6 yrs old, mischievous and a troublemaker]

You had a patrol that day, so Shoto was on full twin duty.

You: “Remember the rule—”

Shoto: “No quirks in the house.”

5 minutes later

Kori: “Look, Daddy, I made a snow crown!”

Homura: “LOOK, Daddy, MY DRAGON BREATHES FIRE!”

Shoto: “… I see I’m in hell.”

Shoto with Kori.

Kori came downstairs in her sparkly blue dress, crown crooked, practicing her “princess wave” in the hallway mirror.

“Papa,” she said sweetly, “can we build a snow castle in the yard today?”

Shoto, sipping canned tea: “We can. But your brother is banned if he sets it on fire again.”

From the kitchen—Homura: “It was ONE time!”

Shoto with Homura.

Homura came stomping in wearing his pajamas, clutching his beloved stuffed dragon, “Inferno.”

“Daddy, when I grow up, I’m gonna be a hero called Dragon Lord and I’m gonna have a real dragon sidekick.”

Kori (smiling sweetly): “I’m going to have an ice palace and no boys allowed.”

Homura: “Good. Dragons don’t like cold.”

Kori: “Good. Ice princesses don’t like troublemakers.”

Shoto: “Good. I like silence.”

Awkward pause

Homura & Kori: “…That’s not gonna happen.”

Afternoon at the Park.

Shoto took them outside so they could use their quirks without turning your living room into a warzone.

Kori made an actual snow throne and sat in it like royalty, complete with crossed ankles and a smug smile.

Homura made a fiery moat around it.

Kori: “You can’t cross unless you swear loyalty to the crown.”

Homura: “I’m overthrowing your kingdom.”

Shoto: “This feels alarmingly like my childhood.”

Dinner.

Shoto made soba for dinner (obviously). Kori tried to twirl noodles like a proper lady while Homura slurped them as loudly as possible just to annoy her.

Kori: “Daddy, he’s being uncouth.”

Homura: “Daddy, she’s being boring.”

Shoto: “…I miss when you were babies.”

Bedtime.

Shoto read them a story before bed. Kori curled up with her snowflake-patterned blanket, Homura with his dragon plush.

By the end, they were actually giggling together, plotting how to convince you to let them “team up” for hero training tomorrow.

You came home right as Shoto was tucking them in.

You: “They got along?”

Shoto: “…For now. I expect war at dawn.”

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