#akaza kny

[lelee-tdn]

redraw, but he’s no longer suffering 😋

[meowzfordayz]

when you grab their chest — akaza, douma, muzan, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen

Author’s Note: pardon the ridiculously long title. 🥴😂 “Fem!Reader” applies to Tengen only.

when you grab their chest — akaza, douma, muzan, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen

Akaza x Reader, Douma x Reader, Muzan x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: dark humor, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: I have a request😤 I recently read a certain ass slapping fic which I adored could you do a similar fic with the same characters +giyu and Douma with the reader coming up from behind the and squeezing their man tiddies

~faqs~

I 100% would’ve used MAN TIDDIES in my title, but figured Tumblr would hide this post from tags if I did, so I went w/ “chest” instead 😆

Also, some of these are canon compliant — Muzan, Kyojuro, Giyuu

While others are set in modern au (alternate universe; modern setting) — Akaza, Douma, Tengen

AKAZA

Immediately tenses

#noice 😌😎 after all, the man is ripped

The more Akaza tenses, the more you wanna squish

Except, it’s kinda hard to squish pure, flexed muscle ?? 😔

“Akaza, my love, could you relax?” 🥺

He’s still confused, but my love automatically has him at your beck and call, so-

He relaxes

*gleeful squeal* 😍 *squish squish* 😍

Aaand he’s tensed again

If you actually take the time to explain yourself, then he’ll be absolutely embarrassed flattered

Lowkey decides to do an extra 100 push ups daily, just bc he’s so darn in love w/ you 😭

DOUMA

Douma’s been waiting all his life for you to grab his moobs

So like

He’s one happy camper !!!!! 😌🥳

“all his life” = since he met you

As for “moobs”? I had to, just once 😃

Slowly flexes them so he can hear your amazed gasp 😍

“Are you drooling?” he smirks

“Fuck off,” you scowl

You try to withdraw your hands to wipe away your incriminating drool 😒🤤

But he doesn’t let you 🤪

He squeezes your wrists, grinning widely to himself, “Don’t leave me.” 😇

“But I’m done,” you grumble, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades (you’ve already accepted your fate 🤠)

“I’m not,” he retorts, “Not even close.” 🤗

Translation? Douma wants you to massage his pectorals

#pretty pls and ty

MUZAN

Once again, I’m presuming you’re a demon, and Muzan’s immediate reaction is to slice off your hands 💀

Thank gosh for regeneration! 😮‍💨

You’ve gotta quit surprising him 🤪

I mean

Yeah

He enjoys when you touch him 😅

BUT, he has a reputation to uphold, and being startled by your random displays of physical attention doesn’t exactly help 🙃

The implication that he lets his guard down w/ you (bc how else could you ever hope to genuinely startle him?) is making me feel things 😭

“Do that again, and I won’t be so forgiving.”

The faint dip between his brows has you thinking otherwise 🤭

“What if I ask first?” 😉

You’re treading on thin ice 😬

His eyes flash, “Pardon?”

Good thing he’s close to cracking too 😌

“If I ask to touch you?”

I’ll kill you “You wouldn’t.”

WeLp

He didn’t say No 🤗

(obvi consent’s a must, but in this specific context mutual flirtation’s strongly implied and also it’s literally Muzan)

“Oh!” <— Kyojuro exclaims, cheerful as ever ☺️

“Hello there,” he chuckles, smiling at the feeling of your body pressed against his back, “Are you checking something?”

“Mhm,” you grin, “They’re still here!” 😇

“My pectorals?” his head tilts, “Of course they are?!”

He’s ~a little oblivious, okay? 😃

“How about you hug me from the front?” he suggests gently, “That way I get to hug you too!”

😭😭😭

He’s so precious

How could you refuse?????

Spoiler alert: you can’t

GIVE THE MAN HIS HUG 🥺❤️‍🔥

Spoiler alert: you give Kyojuro his hug, and it is very cozy 🥰

A tad sweaty + suffocating, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world 🥺

Shocked 😵‍💫

Giyuu’s inner monologue: ????? What? Is? This?

Giyuu’s outer dialogue: *still as stone*

“Giyuu?” you immediately remove your hands, scurrying to his front side, head tilted w/ concern, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfort-” 😕

“You didn’t,” he interrupts quietly, finally grasping his bearings, “It was…” aaand now he’s blushing, “... nice.” 🥺☺️

Your nose scrunches, relief relaxing your shoulders as you nod sheepishly, “I’m glad I didn’t freak you out too much.”

“Mhm,” he smiles reassuringly, “You freaked me out,” gently guiding your palms back to his chest, “But not too much,” winking shyly at you, “The perfect amount, in fact.”

HELP !!!!! CAN YOU JUST CAN I  FWIBEIUVLNSOUEJGBWO;GNS

Suave, sexy, knows-what-he-wants, isn’t-afraid-to-tell-you, will-even-go-after-it-himself Giyuu has entered the chat

AnD I AM HERE FOR IT 😭😭😭💘

LOUD LAUGHTER

You can feel it through his tiddies 😆

“Envious, my dear?” 😉

Okay

Presumptuous much? 😒

But alllso 🙄

“If you could share…” you pout, “Gimme just a lil?” 🤗

“You’re welcome to work out with me,” he chuckles fondly, flexing for you, “These could totally be yours!”

You sigh, “Tengen, pectorals and breasts aren’t the same thing.”

“I know that,” he shrugs, patting your knuckles reassuringly, “Your breasts are perfect, and I’m happy to coach you and your pectorals if you so desire.”

You decide to test the waters 🌊

“What if my pectorals get bigger than yours?” 😏

Tengen immediately drowns you 🌊💀

“Not a chance.” 😐

And then he tacks on, a tad nicer, “But you could certainly get very big pectorals.” ☺️

“Just not bigger than yours,” you grin 😏

He nods grimly, “My ego would pop.” 😔

“And that would be tragic.” ☹️

“Indeed,” he squeezes your hands (which remain splayed across his chest), still basking in your touch, “I appreciate your understanding.” 😖🥰

(fyi, if your pectorals did get bigger than Tengen’s, then he’d: survive, be super proud of you, and beg to know your workout regimen)

[vrystalius]

AAAAJAJA I LOVE UOURR BLOGGG AND HOW YOU ENVISION EACH CHARACTERS XDD may I pretty please make a request for angst/fluff hcs on female human reader, who’s very insecure, paired with the upper moon trio and Muzan?Whether it’s about her looks, or that she feels like they don’t genuinely love her (esp since they are demons and she’s a human, so what’s stopping them from leaving/killing her and dating other demons instead(˃̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣ )

Insecurity

What stops your demon s/o to get bored of you one day and eat you? What if they’re only pretending to love you? And what will your partner do to fight those insecurities?

Pairing: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Muzan x gn!reader

Kokushibo

He is taking your insecurities very seriously. Kokushibo knows and felt it himself plenty, during both his demon and human years. Despite that, his “comfort” and “reassurance” methods are quite unique. Your husband will not react immediately to your feelings, rather being more quiet and reserved than usual, wich at first makes you doubt yourself even more. Perhaps he is finally realising that he is much better off with another human or even demon… Although you started to notice how Kokushibo was hovering around you more and more. Silently, but he was still there, watching you while you go on with your day. You could be doing some mundane task like cooking yourself a meal and he would be standing behind you, not noticing how intimidating he is being right now.

In his mind, Kokushibo was showing more interest in you. He believed that you felt insecure about him not being around you enough or paying attention to you, instead being out on missions or training. So, now he’s watching you everyday all day, trying to show you through his ways that he cares about you and cherishes you very much. Once he finally notices how he is achieving nothing but making you confused or intimidating, Kokushibo begins to show affection more openly, although it felt forced at first.

His calloused hand would slowly slip into yours, intertwining fingers while he was meditating, or him holding you close to his body while you napped or slept on his chest, spending the precious and scarce nighttime with showering you in affection while you were resting, not even aware about how he was trying to show his love in his own way.

“I’ll stay for the night, I asked that man to give the other Upper Moons any of my remaining missions. I’d rather spend my time with you.”

Kokushibo is silently worrying about not being good enough for you. Although he is Upper Moon One, wouldn’t a human want to marry another human and start a family? What stops you from leaving him? He will not stop or hurt you when you choose to do so, he would completely understand.

Douma

You immediately saw Douma’s face shift into the expression he gives to all his followers once they start speaking about their woes, while you were trying to explain to him how you were feeling. You silenced yourself the second the pity-tinged smile appeared on your face, knowing that he is not listening or acknowledging your feelings in any way. He told you times before how he feels exhausted when listening to his followers whine and cry about their problems while Douma barely cares, giving them the usual advice. Talking about your insecurities will definitely not work with Douma, so you’ll have to resort to other things to make him listen. Ignoring him is a not very nice way to do it, but at least he’ll start to wonder why you are not around.

He notices immediately when you stop being near him. You’re not sitting by his side during sermons, you’re not in your shared bedroom and the followers commented about how you were seemingly avoiding the Founder. That’s when it finally clicks, you were talking about not feeling enough for him and being insecure about yourself earlier, right? Once Douma chased you down (and persuaded you to leave the garden and step into the shade with him so you two can have a conversation without him needing to yell all over the estate), he theatrically kissed the palm of your hand and kept apologising over and over, almost nervously trying to explain how much he loves you and how irreplaceable you truly are to him and his heart.

You are the first human, first being he felt emotions for. Happiness, sadness, anger, jealousy and most importantly love— all the beautiful and unpleasant feelings, Douma began feeling them because of you!

To prove his point in a way, he introduced you to all the unimpressed Upper Moons and his master as “the love of his life”, his wife, his life partner, soulmate and so on and on, mentioning many other petnames until Muzan finally silenced him. Douma invites you to sit right beside him during sermons, instead of having your own cushion, keeping you closer and having the opportunity to openly shower you in affection. He sometimes sends out followers to pick up flowers for you in the garden and then presents then to you as if he picked them out himself, acting like the sun wasn’t out for the last hours, making it not possible for him to get those flowers for you. You appreciate it nonetheless.

“I have an idea! How about we hold an official wedding ceremony with all my followers! We cab invite my other friends too! Ohh, Akaza can be my best man, imagine how that could be, haha!”

Even if Douma is rather comical and theatrical, deep down inside, he is rather afraid of you getting sick of him one day. He knows he can keep his followers charmed and close, but his speeches and charms do not work on you. You see right through him and know the true person, or demon, he is. He is insecure himself because why would you stay with a man-eating demon? Once you mentioned your own thoughts and feelings, he took it as an opportunity to prove that he does cherishes and loves you so, so incredibly much.

Akaza

You… You seriously think that you are not good enough? Not pretty or strong enough? Seriously?

You are the best thing that ever happened and will happen to him. You are patient with him snd so kind, so gentle and affectionate. You heal his soul and now you are talking about being replaceable? He feels incredibly horrible for making you feel so terrible about yourself.

Akaza tries to be more obvious about his feelings for you, trying to reassure you how beautiful you look or saying “I love you” more often, taking your smaller hand into his, nuzzling his cheek in your warm palm. He gets much more touchy, trying to get you to cuddle more and more so he can relish in your warmth and bask in your arms. His time with you is scarce, especially with how Muzan keeps drowning him in more and more exhausting missions that keep him away from you (and sometimes it feels like his master is doing it on purpose), that’s why his eyes do not leave your form for even one second, sometimes quietly mumbling “I love you” against your warm skin, his lips placing kisses between his muffled words.

“There’s no one else I want by my side, bunny. You make me feel warm, fuzzy… safe, y’know. It’s weird but nice. You should feel like that too.. you deserve it.”

Akaza sometimes notices how disgustingly desperate he sounds to comfort and reassure you. It made him cringe once he realised how hard he fell for you, how much he clung onto you and how desperately he craved your love, your touch. Once you start talking about your insecurities about your beauty, self-worth and so on, he realises how much he appreciates you more and more. You’re the most beautiful human he ever came across, you’re heaven-sent. Is it selfish of him to think of you as a blessing from the gods themselves?

Muzan Kibutsuji

He was very perplexed when he first listened to you talking about being insecure, not quite understanding how you out of all people feel replaceable and not enough for the demon king. How could you think such things? Do you not understand how vulnerable he is with you without an audience? At first, he’d dismiss your worries for you just being confused or not feeling well, but a little after a day after your initial conversation, the gears inside his five brains begin to shift and work again. At that moment, he finally realised what you really meant.

Muzan didn’t want to be more affectionate with you, mistaking love with weakness, but after finally realising how you needed the reassurance from him, he begrudgingly gave into his fears of appearing soft and began to show his love more openly.

The demon king began to shower you in various gifts that mark you as his partner, such as a necklace with a ruby matching his eye colour, multiple rings he owns himself so you two can match and an artificial flower crown for you to wear as his soulmate and in a cute way to show off your “royal status” as the partner of Muzan.

“You are the one and only for me, and I am the only one for you. If the gods exist, they have blessed me with merely meeting you in your lifetime… it would be a pity to let it expire so soon. I will happily give you my blood if you’d like, my sun.”

💠

I am back with the Upper Moons, I hope you don’t mind if I changed the female reader to gn, anon! I felt like I wrote a lot of fem reader lately so I wanted to switch it up again. I wonder if it’s obvious wich demon is my favourite XD Anyways— I’m heading to bed now, I an exhausted :,)

Make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[trancylovecraft]

akaza would melt from cuteness if his toddler kid drew him

HE WOULDDDD. like imagine Akaza was just doing his thing like he usually does when he hears his kid running towards him, Waving a piece of paper in hand and just excitedly giving it over to him.

Akaza would be yae close to crying seeing how hard you worked on it- He'd treasure anything his kid would give him like, You know if this mf owned a fridge that the drawing would be pinned to it as the centerpiece.

But unfortunatley he doesn't, So instead he'd keep it in his pocket AT ALL TIMES. Fighting.. Uppermoon Meetings.. HE'S KEEPING IT FOR YEARS TO COME.

You know if that thing got lost, Akaza wouldn't hesitate to punch a few heads off just to get it back. His child made that for HIM. He's not loosing it 😤

Akaza, About to cry:

-Trancy M. Lovecraft

[yutamayo]

He does not take rejection well.

[zhengliu]

Um... little doodles ( ・ω・)

[ryotono]

Hashiras/Pillars and [Y/N] and quotes and mucho rizz hihi (sorry)

Feat. Kamaboko squad!

Enjoy!

When Tanjiro attacks sanemi:

[Y/N]: GET HIM BOY, F*CKING KICK HIS ASS AYOOO

Giyuu: so it's you the bad influence

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In the Battle against Upper moon one:

[Y/N] looking at Kokushibo: so, he is your like great-great-grandfather?

Muichiro: yes

[Y/N]: oh...

[Y/N]: is he single?

Muichiro: wtf

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Tanjiro: what's your breathing style? you're a hashira, so must be something really cool!

[Y/N]: I can tell you only if you promise it's a secret between us

Tanjiro: oh ofc!

[Y/N] get closer: it's rizz

Tanjiro: what

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Zenitsu: what do you mean "Rizz" that's not even a breathing style-

[Y/N] pointing to the other pillars: do you see all that people?

Zenitsu: yes?

[Y/N]: all of them are my bitches, except for muichiro, muichiro is my baby

[Y/N]: so don't do "tHaT's NoT eVeN a BrEaThInG sTyLE" to me boy, because my rizz is upper than you ever gonna be, understood?

Zenitsu, crying: y-yes sir

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Hashira meeting:

Giyuu: y'all joking, [Y/N] doesn't have a crush in me

Gyomei: yes they do

Uzui: sadly they do

Sanemi: they fucking do you blind ass f*cker ("no offense gyomei" "it's okay")

Mitsuri: they do!!! ^^

Muichiro: that cloud looks like a duck, ha

Shinobu: they do tomioka san

Rengoku: NO JOKES, THEY DO PARTNER!

Obanai: they do, and it's disgusting

[Y/N]: yes I do, very much actually

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[Y/N]: okay but what about your great-great-uncle?

Muichiro: leave me alone

[Y/N]: answer the question muichiro, ANSWER

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Inosuke: HEY YOU, THE HASHIRA

[Y/N]: hm, me?

Inosuke: YES, FIGHT ME!

[Y/N]: HOLY SH*T PEPPA PIG??

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[Y/N]: I don't understand, how could i have food poisoning?

Shinobu: did you eat something strange?

[Y/N]: no! I just made me some food

Shinobu: that explains a lot

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[Y/N]: so you telling that we have to beat Michael Jackson?

Ubuyashiki: yes- wait, who-

[Y/N]: what if "HEE HEE" us? I'm scared, rengoku hold me

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[Y/N]: I’ve only had Kamaboko Squad for a day and a half

[Y/N]: but if anything happened to them I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.

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Sanemi: WHAT DID YOU SAY?

[Y/N]: i said that if you keep screaming and threatening your beautiful little brother, I'm gonna get your sword and f*cking shove in your ass, got it :)?

Sanemi: alright

let's try again

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Sanemi: WHAT DID YOU SAY?

[Y/N]: I hate you, but at the same time I want to kiss you so bad, and give you all the love and support you deserve babe

Sanemi: ???

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[Y/N] in a mission with Mitsuri and Obanai:

Obanai, obviously furious: can't you just go away? There's enough pillars in this mission

[Y/N]: yeah I can go, but I don't want to miss your failure to confess to Mitsuri, start dating, eventually getting married and have kids, living happy, but because your such a weakass, none of this is going to happen

Obanai: ... You don't need to say that y'know

[Y/N]: oh yes I need

just kidding I love obanai

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Gyomei: hello there

[Y/N]: boobs

Gyomei: sorry?

[Y/N] sweating: i-i mean titties- NO I MEAN BIG MEN BOOBS F*CK I MEAN HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU??

Gyomei:

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X: Master Ubuyashiki, we need to stop the Hashira [Y/N]

Ubuyashiki: why is that

X: They are adopting all the kids here, started with that group with the demon sister, then the younger brothers of the Wind and Flame Pillar and the girls from Butterfly State, even the Mist Pillar are gone

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Akaza: guess it's your end now rengoku

[Y/N]: THE FUCK IT'S NOT YOUR KICKED BASKETBALL SON OF A BI-

TANJIRO: WHERE'D YOU EVEN COME FROM?

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Extra!

Akaza: and suddenly appears this crackhead kinda of demon slayer, and starts barking at me

Kokushibo: like a dog?

Akaza: yes

Demon [Y/N]: heh, I like them

TWO [Y/N]'S????? AND CRACKHEAS??? PROTECT YOUR CHILDREN PEOPLE

That's all for today! Thank you all for reading and interacting with my other posts ;) Love y'all!!!!

(English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any misspelling or errors)

[nagitosstolenhand]

some upper moon textposts. love these stupids

[shycroissanti]

What if Irina and Kishin were on the Mugen Train - part 2 (?)

Drawing silly comics with random things is my passion XD

I can't draw Akaza consistently🤣

Akaza leaves Kyojuro alone and starts talking to Kishin✨️

Now Akaza will insist that Kishin becomes an upper moon for them to fight (and I will probably draw this for a possible part 3) XD

✨️le tags (sorry (。-ω-。))

@saffron0v0 @pulim-v @larz-barz @pinkwisteria @scaredyfurry2 @demonslayerdoodles @night-mince0 @kiyokatokito @knyinfinity

[lelee-tdn]

“When snowflakes fall, I wish you love”

Finally had the chance to finish this comic 😭💖💖 I love them sm.

Akaza barista being a gentleman has my whole heart 😫

[akiranzee]

akaza dating douma's twin sister (who has feelings!) its the ultimate revenge XDD

🌈 • ° ` — “A BETTER OPTION”

-> PAIRINGS: Akaza x f!Uppermoon 2!Y/n -> SUMMARY: A splitting image of someone he hates, but, his heart doesn’t discriminate. -> WORD COUNT: 0.7k+ -> CONTAINS: fluff, teeth-breaking sweetness, douma, reader is like a siren! (but not), & akaza is 200 while reader is 132. -> A/N: this was honestly fun to write lmaoo

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It was very long ago that Douma took his spot as the Uppermoon 2.

But Akaza still held hatred and anger for his arrogance and smugness, his constant teasing and nuisance too.

He hated him, even more than anyone could possibly think of. And that was no secret to the others, his demon comrades.

That was also one of the wonders roaming around the infinity castle. If Akaza hates Douma so, then why was he spending almost all his time when you’re the literal splitting image of your brother?

Golden hair and rainbow eyes, was the set of color Akaza has always hated, ever since Douma stepped into his life. And yet, he would compliment yours, how your golden hair would shine like those of wealth under the bright sunlight, and how your rainbow eyes would glitter under any light.

If so Douma likes to devour women, you too, like to devour men. Your beautiful voice would lure men towards your settled traps, like that of a siren’s, and there then, would they become your meal. Maybe that’s what pulled Akaza toward you.

The both of you don’t even remember it too, of when and how you both met. Akaza merely remembers that when Douma stepped up, you also did, but he never saw you. That was also one of the differences you siblings had. Whilst Douma wanted the undying attention, you’d rather die than receive so much attention from even ten people.

The sound of a flute stopped humming in his ears as he slowly opened his eyes, only to be met with your rainbow ones.

A soft giggle left your lips, and your voice was as angelic as ever, “sun is rising, ‘Kaza. We must go now, before we burn to ashes.” It was a gruesome, and grotesque reality, but when it slips right off your tongue, it sounded as if it’s the best thing ever.

Exhaustedly, Akaza sat up straight from his deep slumber against your lap, and stretched his long, muscular limbs. You watched as his muscles flexed against the nearing sunlight, and immediately, you both stood up and Akaza carried you on his back as he ran toward the infinity castle.

It was so much risk, it held so much danger, yet you only wrapped your arms around Akaza’s neck, trusting him with your whole life.

Upon arriving, you could see a certain grumpy Douma, one that had been usual ever since Akaza started taking you out, and started bringing you back so late, everytime the sun is nearing.

“Akaza-kuuuuunn where did you take my sister again?” Douma held your face and arms, as if checking if you had an injury, which seemed impossible as it will immediately heal.

“Quit your trap, Douma.” Akaza only rolled his eyes and softly held your other wrist as he dragged you away from your hell of a brother, as Douma only pouted and whined even more as to why Akaza chose you — yet not him even as a friend.

You could only giggle at the ‘little’ rivalry your brother and lover had, wondering if it would ever end.

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“-/n. Y/n.” Softly, Akaza called out your name, as this time, you were now the one sleeping against his lap.

You groaned, and smiled as you pecked his lips with yours, the blush spreading in his cheeks was a sight to wake up for.

“Sun’s almost up. We gotta go.” Akaza immediately cleared his throat, and stood up, taking your wrist in his.

This time, the both of you didn’t run so hastily, maybe because Akaza woke you up a little bit early, just to enjoy a peaceful walk with you for once in a while.

His hand still held your wrist, and you immediately walked by his side and removed your wrist in replacement of your hand instead.

Akaza looked at you, as you softly, gently, whispered amidst the dark forest that only he and you must hear, “I had a dream,” you started, and you continued, “we were humans and... we were ‘married’, as per their tradition and culture. We had five children, running around the yard, as I served them food, while you trained in the heat of the sun.” From looking down, your soft eyes looked up at him slowly, and both your eyes locked. “It makes me wonder, ‘Kaza...” Akaza’s eyes softened, “if we’re together, like this, in every other universe?” The question enthralled him, he didn’t know the answer either.

But one thing was for certain. No matter what life or universe it may be, he will still be holding your hand in his with the same warmth, he will still be looking at your eyes with the same affection, and he will still love you all the same.

a/n: THIS WAS SO SHORT LMAOOOO

[meowzfordayz]

calling them daddy — akaza, douma, kokushibo

Author’s Note: didn’t even originally plan on writing this today. 🤪😏

calling them daddy — akaza, douma, kokushibo

Akaza x Reader, Douma x Reader, Kokushibo x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: 18+NSFW, cream!pie, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, spit

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I was wondering if I could request how Muzan, Koku and Douma would react to the reader calling them daddy.

Thirst Fulfilled: hiii!! I love your work like omg 🩷 I saw your fic ab calling the hashira men daddy frm back in January and was wondering if you could write something similar about the upper 3 (kokushibo, douma, nd akaza) please!

calling them daddy — hashira men

~faqs~

When you call him daddy…

… Akaza cums mid thrust, hands trembling and tight on your hips, eyes clenched shut as embarrassment washes over him, grateful that you can’t see how red his cheeks and ears are. “Did you just cum?” you ask breathlessly, pillow muffling your voice, pussy squeezing gently around his pulsating thickness. Staring at your ass propped up so pretty for him, the curve of your spine so plush and enticing, he manages to choke out a gruff, “Yes.” Cooing fondly, you carefully shift yourself backward, his slowly softening cock still hard enough fuck yourself onto, a hushed moan falling from your mouth at the feeling of cum trickling viscous and warm down your inner thighs. “That was hot,” you murmur, reaching behind yourself to grip one of his hands, fingernails digging eagerly into his skin, “You should do it again.” “Again?” he rasps. “Mhm,” you giggle coyly, head turning to meet his dazed expression with your own greedy desire, “Should cum in me again and again and again, till there’s a puddle on the sheets from your cum dripping out of me.” With a low groan, he drapes himself across your back, broad chest sweaty and sticky, words barely audible as he whispers into the crook of your neck, “So fucking filthy, wanting me to stuff your cunt,” adoration and pride smoothing his tone as he gives one final thrust, “Begging for daddy’s cum.” You whine when he pulls out abruptly, oblivious of his imminent plan to lick your clit till you’re shaking, his cum leaking from your messy folds with every twitch and jolt of your body. After all, he needs a moment before he can fuck you and fill you again.

… Douma smirks, eyes narrowing smugly, fingertips digging harder into plush of your sides — a warning, if you were coherent enough for it to register. “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” you whimper, back arched off the bed, legs wrapped loosely around his waist, toes curling at the addictive pain from each gentle bump of his tip against your cervix. “What is it?” he drawls, smirk deepening as you whine loudly, nipples puffy and glistening from his earlier ministrations, “What do you want from daddy?” Eyebrows scrunching, you blink slowly, pouting cutely at him as you desperately attempt to piece together your hazy thoughts, “I- I don’t know?-” interrupted by a particularly deep thrust, “Daddy!” Laughing darkly, he slaps lightly at your chest, grinning at the bounce of your tits, your sharp inhalation, your eyelids drooping from the overwhelming drag of his cock shoving thick and hot through your walls. “So fucking dumb,” he sighs, “Stupid whore,” stroking your jaw with his thumb, “Can’t even express her own desires,” slipping his thumb into your mouth, “Is that why I’m your daddy?” pressing down on your tongue, your eyes pricking with tears as you gag slightly, “Because I know what you want, can give you what you want, even when you can’t use your fucking words.” Moaning softly, you wiggle your hips, drooling around his thumb onto his palm, body jostling with every punctuated thrust into your swollen pussy. He smears your spit across your face, thumb resting on your cheek as he pulls nearly all the way out, cock slick with your essence as he murmurs,“Don’t worry darling,” already bullying himself back into your pussy, thumb moving from your wet cheek to rub messy and experienced at your clit, a stuttered gasp forced from your sternum, “All you need to do is cum.”

… Kokushibo stiffens, muscular chest suddenly flexing against your back, his chin digging into your shoulder, the thick leg slotted between your thighs hesitating. “What did you say?” he asks lowly, expression unreadable as you turn your head to meet his gaze, his body spooned around you, cock unmoving in your pussy as he processes your exclamation. “Nothing?” you offer sheepishly, cheeks burning, clit throbbing under your fingertip, “I said nothing? I said Fuck me? I said You feel really good-” “I know you said those things,” he interrupts gently, “But what else did you say?” Gulping, you tuck your face into the warmth beneath his earlobe, his hair tickling your nose. “My love,” he says softly, firm hand reaching up to caress your breast, hips returning to motion as they press slowly into your heat, as if to coax more than a pleasured sound from your mouth, “Tell me, please.” “S’embarrassing,” you groan dramatically, doing your best to focus on the sticky pap pap pap of his thrusts, the largeness of his palm cupping your tit, “Said nothing.” “Clearly,” he rasps, “It wasn’t nothing,” nudging your fingertip out of the way, his own fingers take its place, shiny slick coating them as he slides them pointedly through your folds, “Or is there another reason you’re dripping?” Whining quietly, you clench around his cock, desperate to feel the pressure of his fingers again, his languid thrusts torturously divine. “Your cock fills me up so well,” you huff, hoping to placate him, “So fucking full with your-” “I know my cock stuffs your cunt to the brim,” he interjects brashly, flicking your clit with a satisfied smirk, “But something tells me you were about to cum because it’s daddy’s cock… right?” His question is rhetorical, your immediate whimper confirming his statement, the gush of your essence making it easier for him to quicken his pace as he clutches you closer to him. “There’s nothing wrong with cumming on daddy’s cock,” he hums conversationally, the tightness in his jaw the only hint of the unraveling desire in his abdomen, “Nothing wrong with making a mess on daddy’s fingers, a mess of daddy’s sheets,” your orgasm steadily blossoming as he continues fucking into you, “How about this… if you cum on daddy’s cock, then daddy will make sure to breed your greedy pussy properly.” Properly meaning: until you’re lying dazed and contentedly in his arms, his cum oozing hot and creamy from your fucked out hole, his cock twitching and engorged as he steels himself for one final round.

[vrystalius]

His lucky charm

Why are you giving him a charm anyway? Don’t you think that Akaza is strong enough to fend for himself without the need of protecting in form of paper charms?

Pairing: Akaza x gn!reader

Flufftober prompt: Lucky charm.

Omomori: paper good luck charm, comes from the Japanese word mamoru (守る ), meaning to protect. The amulet contains prayers written on paper and sealed inside small pouches of embroidered brocade. Usually you can buy them at or near shrines. (Click the word Omomori to see an example picture!)

He’s staring at the colourful charm you’re holding out to him. Akaza just climbed through your window like usual, wanting to crawl into your bed and cuddle a little before heading out for another mission, but you ambushed him by instead waiting on him until he came back to gift him… this?

“That supposed to protect me?”

You eagerly nodded your head at his question. You watched as his brows furrow together and his eyes narrowed, his arms crossing over his chest. His forearm muscles flexed and his bicep tensed. Maybe your boyfriend trying to show you the exact reason why he doesn’t need this charm. You insistently grabbed his arm and pulled it away from his chest, opening his palm and putting the Omamori into his hand, before gently wrapping his fingers around it. For good measure, you wrapped your own palm around. His skin felt soothingly cool. Still, Akaza seemed unimpressed by your gesture but hasn’t pulled away yet.

“It’s supposed to protect you in battle. I got it from a nice lady cleaning a shrine and it matches your pretty hair and lashes. I want my personal demon to keep coming back for cuddles and not die to some kind of slayer.”

You gently pinched his cheek, exposing his fangs. He groans slightly and gently slapped your hand away.

“A personal demon you just cuddle with? That is all I am to you?… Are you insulting me?”

You sighed and opened Akaza’s palm again, taking the charm out. Gently, you began tying it to the strings of his baggy harem pants. He did not protest.

“No, you are my wonderful, kind, demonic, power-obsessed, handsome boyfriend and I want to keep you safe so I can keep loving you properly.

Love. After that word fell from your mouth, you noticed how his fists balled together, his arm dropping to his sides. You glanced up at him after finishing tying the charm. His eyes were avoiding yours, staring at the charm. Akaza gave it a small flick with his fingers as if to test how securely attached it is.

“Fine, I’ll keep it. If it makes you worry less.”

His eyes finally dared to look back up at you. Your boyfriend’s brows were still furrowed together but not in doubt or confusion, but more in admiration. Or maybe even worry. His lower lip quivered before he spoke up again.

“I love you too.”

You know how much he struggles with expressing his thoughts and feelings, so him saying those three simple words are always a large hill to overcome for him. You watched as his face started to flush a little and his cheek puff up. He looks like a little child pouting when flushed. A large grin spread across your face and you cupped his cheeks, pulling him into a soft kiss. Akaza let out a deep sigh while melting against your lips while his hands gently cupped your waist. You pulled away from his greedy lips and placed a couple featherlight kisses all over his cute face.

“Stay safe, okay? Think of the charm as like looking over you or whatever. Super cool and super powerful-looking if you ask me, not cute and soft at all. Totally Upper Moon worthy.”

He scoffed loudly, but couldn’t suppress the smile slowly taking over his face. His hand slowly caressed your back soothingly.

“If you say so. I’ll report back to you in case I get teased about it. It’ll be your fault.”

🎃

Used a Sanemi plushie to keep my phone at a comfortable position, 10/10 would use his fatass again. Also, I haven’t written for the demons in a sec so enjoy this! I’m planning to write something for Douma and Gyutaro soon.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough! <3

Take care of yourselves!!

Here’s my event Masterlist. 🎃

[sapphickocho]

Renkaza + Textposts

[yutamayo]

[riveroftales]

♡♡♡♡ғᴏʀ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ♡♡♡♡

ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ʀᴇᴛʀɪᴇᴠᴇʀ! ʜᴀᴋᴜᴊɪ

You were only 14 years old when you found Hakuji passed out on the streets. He was beaten, severely injured, and he was bleeding from literally everywhere.

Despite the struggle, you managed to prop him up on your shoulder as you dragged him to your house where your father worked as a doctor.

You could still remember the shock on your father’s expression when you brought Hakuji in.

“Hah?! Him?! No! Do you know who he is? A criminal! I’m not going to heal a criminal!”

It took so much insistence before your father finally agreed. When Hakuji woke up, like every normal person who passed out and proceeded up wake up in an unfamiliar place, he was surprised.

You had to talk to him to try and calm him down like a scared animal, but he eventually came through. You helped treat his wounds and made him things to eat.

“So, Hakuji, is it?”

You smiled softly as you gently cleaned up his wound before replacing the bandaid.

“Yeah.. how’d you know?”

“Not like you’re not a wanted criminal.”

“Right..”

The boy was a little odd. You’d never seen eyes as blue as his, and despite his hair being dark, his lashes were a pretty shade of pink. You chuckled to yourself as you recalled how his cheeks would turn as pink as his lashes when he was flustered.

It had been so long since that happened. You don’t regret meeting him.

You tucked the fabric in the nook and cranny of the basket carefully while making sure that the food in it was covered properly before you pulled the hood of your cloak over your head.

“Dad! I’m going out for a bit!”

You walked down the busy streets of downtown while avoiding the people around you, a soft smile on your face.

“Hakuji.. I really like you, and I hope this basket can make you feel the same..”

You groaned.

Too pushy…

“Hakuji, I’ve loved you for a really long time-”

Nope.

“Hakuji, I really hope you’ll go out with me because I like you..”

Too pushy.

You didn’t know how to confess. You didn’t really want to confess anyways. Confessing was scary.

“Say it like this..” a familiar voice suddenly spoke behind you, which made you yelp audibly.

Your reflexes kicked in and you didn’t hesitate to swing your basket towards whoever startled you beyond worlds until a hand reached up and caught the material before it landed on him.

“Woah! Easy there, Girl.” Hakuji laughed.

Your cheeks were incredibly red from the blood rush.

“How long have you been following me..?” You deadpan.

“Damn. I can’t even get a ‘hi’? Thought you loved me or something?” Hakuji smiled before flinging one of his arms around your shoulders.

“Hey-!”

“Woah! This for me?” His eyes light up when he sees the basket. He took it from you and unraveled the contents. “Holy- is that your sourdough bread?”

“Hakuji, how long have you been following me for?!”

“And cheese! Is that your butter?! Oh my god, I’ve been blessed by the heavens above! The best sourdough in all of land, the creamiest butter and the thickest yet spreadable cheese! Did you also pack me some fruit?”

He kept on dodging your questions, resulting in your face growing more and more red from all the blood rush.

“HAKUJI!”

He flinched before scratching his temple with his forefinger.

“Damn.. guess I did that to myself.” He chuckled softly. “Sorta? I mean, I saw you alone a few minutes ago so I thought it’d be fun to surprise you.”

“How much did you hear?”

“Huh?”

“How much did you hear?”

A small smile arose on his features.

“Enough to know how I’m going to do this.”

“What?”

He took both your hands in his, which worsened your condition. You blush spread from your cheeks to your ears.

“Y/n! I want you to come with me tonight to the New Year festival.”

“E-Eh?!”

“My master’s planning on staying at the dojo the whole day, so we’ll have the entire night to ourselves. The fireworks display starts at midnight.. I want to see you about an hour before so we can spend time together and actually talk about things. I don’t want you ask me about how my life in the dojo is going, and I’m not gonna ask you if you’re planning on taking over your father’s hospital. Ask me anything and everything. I’ll answer it all.”

He smiled before giving you a small wink, turning around and bolting away.

“Ah! By the way!” He turned around for a brief moment, running in the same spot. “I’m keeping the basket!”

You were just frozen on the spot. His hands were so warm.

FUCK. I don’t have anything to wear.

The blush on your cheeks didn’t falter. In fact, it got worse.

How could it not? The man you loved was behind you, grabbing your hair before twisting it around a hairpin he bought just for you before pushing it in your hair.

“How’d you do it so effortlessly?”

“My master’s daughter. She’s really sick and has a frail body, so I have to do a lot of things for her when he’s out of town.” He made sure the hairpin stayed tight and secure.

“Oh..”

“Everything okay?”

“Is she pretty?”

“What?”

You hated asking those questions. It wasn’t your business and you knew it, but you couldn’t help it. You just needed clarification so you knew not to get your hopes too high up.

However, Hakuji saw right through you.

“Hmm.. she’s gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous. Literally. She’s also unbelievably cute, and really pretty.”

You just slowly nodded, your gaze dropping.

Until he placed his index finger under your chin and lifted it up so your gaze was fixed on him.

“But she’s not my type.” He smiled. “I like hot-headed girls who took me in despite knowing who I was, nursed me back to health, and still stayed with me.”

Your eyes widened slightly.

“Hakuji..”

“Ooo! Look! They sell takoyaki!”

His haori was wrapped around you as you were seated literally right on his lap while he held you close. You managed to find a good spot away from the crowd under a tree.

“You good?”

“Mhm.” You gave him a small nod.

Then you heard the first explosion, your eyes instantly shifting towards the sky. Another one. Then another, until the sky was nothing but colours.

But Hakuji wasn’t paying attention. His gaze was fixed on you and your plump lips, how your lips would slightly part in awe, the slight upturn curve it had, the soft colour, the smoothness..

Your lips were the only thing flooding his mind.

“Hakuji!” You had to shake him a little harshly to snap him out of his trance.

“Hm?”

“You missed it! The whole show! How does that even happen?!” You tried to scold until you realised he wasn’t listening. “Hey! My eyes are up here!”

“Can you promise not to hit me if I do this?”

“Hah?”

“Please? Just a yes or no.”

You didn’t even hear him because you were a little too upset to at he missed some of the prettiest lights in the world just to zone out staring at you.

“Uhm.. yes, I guess?”

A smile formed on his face before one of his hands cupped your face and he placed his lips on yours.