#uppermoons x reader

This is a really old draft I just finished up so please refrain from laughing at me 🫩 The most recent ones are Muzan and the Hantengu clones

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No Gyokko or Kaigaku!

Content warning: afab!reader, mentions of blood, swearing, Douma being a freak, Muzan, Gyutaro, and Kokushibo are BAD at love, lightly tsundere Muzan, Muzan is BAD at feelings,

Muzan Kibutsuji

god really loves me

credits: to the artist

source: pinterest

summary: you do all your best to give off the worst impression somehow it backfires? Warnings: mature themes (suggestive jokes), not profread, ooc, spelling and grammar mistakes and more.

A/N: I’m so sorry for not posting i just didn’t have the energy.

You have a feeling your parents really hate you- with the way they're smiling at you it really leaves no option for a second choice. 

You close the door behind you and simply stare in front of the bizzare scene laid ahead of you. 

Gulp. 

Your mum and dad sitting nicely with a blue folder laid on the table. You honestly don’t know what’s scarier..them smiling at you like that or whatever that folder contains. 

“Hey sweetheart..how was your day..?” Your dad asks you.

Okay now there was seriously something wrong- your parents rarely paid attention to you they mostly think of you as some asset that been on the shelf for way too long always comparing you to your other relatives about their accomplishments (which happened to be them being married or popping out kids what a suprise). So this was seriously new.

You try to conjure up any explanation of why this may occur but all you can think about is how it’s a random Monday- there’s really nothing special. Pushing your thoughts behind you reply: 

“It’s all good..why is something the matter?” 

As if this dreadful day couldn’t get worse your mother responds with a simple ‘nothing silly why would you think that!’

Okay yeah none of this was adding up. 

So you decide to take the risk. 

“Okay then what’s up with the folder?” 

Your mum and dad exchange glances at each other and your dad decided to finally bite.

“Sweetheart, we think it’s time for you to get married and make us proud.”

You seriously shouldn’t  have asked them after all ‘curiosity kills the cat’.

The coffee you drank this morning was nearly about to come out your nose. 

“Absolutely not!”

Your parents didn’t even flinch it was as if they rehearsed for this. 

Your mother decides to take your father’s place and continue.

“Listen to use dear- they’re all good men come from rich respectable families.”

“Ma..this is 2026..arranged marriages really?” You retort. 

“It will be good for our company! It’s time you start to make us proud instead of loitering around! Plus you saw your cousin yuki she was so happy!”

“She was crying about how toxic her marriage was last weekend..”

“Yes but at-least she has cash to wipe her tears!” 

Before this argument could escalate your dad decided it was the time to intervene- gently taking off his glasses and placing it on the table and said: 

“Then we will need to reconsider who will be inheriting our company” 

Did your own dad just threaten you? Of course he did.

You in fact did not want to lose your job because that was the only thing that kept you from living in a rented apartment only surviving of instant ramen. 

So you quickly put a stop to all the insults flowing through your brain and said “when do we start!” 

“Perfect!” Your mum exclaimed, “we'll let you take a look at the files!”

FILES? 

They had files on these men..why wouldn’t they.

After all what screams true love than money…

x—x—x—x

3 strangers names: Michikatsu Tsugikuni, Hakuju Soyama, and Douma (bear with me idk his last name) 

All of them come from perfectly respectable families (+ being rich). No criminal records (atleast known of). And all of them being exceptionally good looking! 

If your parents really wanted you to do this- then you were..just not in the way they would expect you too.

And that’s exactly where your fool proof plan was set! 

x—x—x—x

Folder 1: 

Michikatsu Tsugikuni 

Age: 28

CEO  of  luxury hotel(s) all of the being international 

Abut the thing that caught your eye was his picture. He looked gorgeous- long black hair tied up, bangs shaping his face and wearing a black suit from Savile Row Bespoke. This man screamed old money. But what scared you most was his expression- he looked utterly bored. As if done with woken throwing them selves at him. 

Criminal records: None (but was accused of being in charge of an underground smuggling operation(s), and suspected ties to a criminal gang named ‘12 kizuki’- but was quickly shut down)

Yikes. This man was scary.

Operation 1: Gold digger + bimbo combo 

You come in wearing every piece of designer clothing you own. Gucci classes. Birkin bag. You name it. 

Michikatsu firmly shakes your hand and pulls out your chair for you and sit across you.

Dropping your bag on the table with a heavy thunk you initiate the conversation by saying “Hi! I’m so sorry for being late.”

He simply nods and promptly reminds me you to order something.

Absolutely no expression on his face. No disappointment. Just nothing.

“Wow..this place is quite fancy, you must have paid a lot for a reservation here!.” 

You lean forward batting your lashes. 

“Yes.” 

Wow. No reaction?

Time to pull out the big guns.

“Are you rich? I looked you up on social media and you guys scream old money..so how’s that like?” 

His eyebrow raises slightly “Is that really relevant?” His expression forming into one of disbelief.

“Well yeah! I need to know if you’re rich to know if our lifestyles are compatible!” You simply smile. 

Michikatsu looks like you just said India wasn’t a part of Asia. 

“It’s okay if you’re not!” You laugh, “I believe personality is what truly matters!”

Michikatsu looks like he’s about to crack. 

Eventually the waiter comes and your order the most expensive thing. 

“So..I just love quality things especially wine I can’t believe people confuse Moët & Chandon with Veuve Clicquot!”The last wine you had was bought from your grocery market.

Michikatsu simply nods. 

“Would you like me to pour you some?” 

Without waiting for his response you simply pour the wine into his cup.

“You are quite bold..” he finally says after the prolonged silence oh but his expression is one that makes you wanna crawl 6 ft under. 

“Thanks!” You say while sipping on your wine. “After all honesty is important, I bring a lot to this relationship and I expect a lot.”

He raises his eyebrow? “And what exactly do you bring to this relationship?” 

You gesture to your self. “I thought it was obvious?” You take another sip. “After all I spent a whopping 20k on these babies!” 

“Do you want to know their names?” You don’t wait. “I call them Rachel and Samantha”.

Michikatsu looks at you and his cup and gulps it down in one go. 

Eventually both of you finish your meal.

He looked like he’s was about to kill you. 

“Well that was fun,” you say grabbing your designer bag. 

“We should do that again..call me” 

He looks at you as if you spoke nonsense. 

1 down.

x—x—x—x 

Folder 2: 

Hakuji Soyama

Age: 27

CEO to a worldwide AI company

Impeccable reputation. Perfectly responsible and respectable. He was the literal definition of “responsible adult”. He in fact owned the 3 green flags: perfect, punctual, and responsible. But god did he look fine. Perfect blue eyes along with brown hair that would make any girl go crazy.

Criminal records: None (but some allegations regarding a criminal gang named “12 kizuki”- but seriously who would look at him and believe that.

Truly a gentlemen.

Operation 2: Overly flirty (making him squirm)

As expected he arrived on time. 

You arrived 5 minutes late on purpose. 

He's seated across you in a nice grey suit (probably custom made), his eyes glance towards his watch his eyebrows furrowing a bit. 

“Hi”, you said while dropping your bag on the table “I’m so sorry for being late”.

“It’s fine,” his expression says the opposite,“Traffic?” 

“Yea,” you wave your hand around and ‘accidentally’ knock the glass of water and it splashes all on his lap.

“Oh my god I am so sorry,” you immediately grab the napkin and start dabbing his pants hand slowly inching towards his manhood. (god I felt like my soul exited my body when I wrote that) 

He grabs your wrist. “It’s fine, accidents happen.” 

As you retract your hand.

“You know..you’re quite handsome in person,” you smile sweetly, face propped on your hand.

You let your eyes wander all around his body, “custom suit right? Highlights your physique real well.”

A faint flush appears on his cheeks. 

Score. 

“Thank you..it is custom.”

“To maintain a physique like that you must be a fit person right,” you take a sip of your water “are you a morning gym guy?” 

“Yes,” he clears his throat “perhaps we should order?” 

You order something light and spend the rest of the time staring at hakuji slowly (and making it obvious) 

“So..you must be very career focused?”

“Yes.” 

“So you must not have much experience with women then,” without giving him a chance to respond you continue “it’s fine I can manage, I’ll be there to help no need to worry your pretty head about it!” 

The rest of the date goes with you making increasingly suggestive comments. 

He ends up paying the bill (being polite). By the end Hakuji looks like he's ready to flip the table.

“Call me I had fun,” you wink.

2 down

x—x—x—x

Folder 3: 

Douma 

Age: 28

Owner to multiple organization (all within an international reach)

He looked like he was sculpted by god himself. Gorgeous locks of blonde hair along with those captivating eyes with shimmering rainbow colored irises. All framing his pale handsome face. 

So many photos. 

Him attending galas. Him dancing with women. Him dancing with more women. And more. Ugh.

Truly a manwhore 

Criminal records: Allegations of being part of organized crime with a famous underground gang named ‘12 kizuki’, (quickly shut down) being a cult leader (shut down), cannibalism (shut down), handling smuggling (also shut down- wow who could guess)

You were gonna faint. 

Operation 3: Full church mode

You were gonna explode.

It’s fine you’re gonna be okay- the way you keep bouncing your foot to the way you keep bitting at your nails say something else. 

You decided to dress up like you were attending church (more like a funeral with the color scheme). You ended up looking like a potato sack on heels. 

It’s fine, it’s too late to go back.

You push open the cafe door and see him. He’s kind of hard to miss- especially with those eyes of his. 

He’s on his phone, a lazy smile on his face but his eyes suggest something else- for all you could be knowing he’s probably flirting with 3 different women (probably models).

He looks up from his phone and smiles (again). 

“You must be [name], or my future wife” he says (listening to someone claw and at a blackboard seems better), “I must say you look,” he lets his eyes wander over your ‘interesting’ choice of clothes “different- in a good way of course.” 

Yeah he was definitely holding back. 

Everything’s fine, remember act modest! Do not fall for temptation

You pull the chair and plop down, “thank you so much for taking the time out of your day,” your voice soft. 

He looks completely set back as if he’s done this multiple times (he probably has). “Can I get you something, tea, coffee?” 

“Just water please.” 

You end up taking small sips of your water. 

Douma looks at you and breaks the silence with “I must say you are very different than the usual arrangement,” he smiles. (How is he still smiling) 

The water you were drinking threatens to come out of your nose, “sorry, what?” 

“Ahh..nothing don’t worry about it.” 

“Well that’s nice of you,” you take a big gulp of water “I suggest from our next meetup and onwards we must hire a chaperone.”

That smile of his seems to falter a bit, “Sorry could you repeat?” 

You don’t respond instead you take out your phone and start scrolling through different churches and workshops, “I believe in traditional values, my church believes in purity workshops to not fall for temptation.” 

“Purity workshops..”

“Yes,” you take another sip of your water. “If you don’t mind, I took the initiative to search for eligible chaperones for us.” 

“Oh.” 

“It’s fine you can thank me later.”

“Is it really necessary for chaperones?

“To avoid temptation of course!”

Doumas hand reaches towards his coffee and the next thing you know he’s gulping it down. 

“And how long exactly would we need these chaperones?” 

“Just until we’re engaged of course!”

The entire date just ends up being Douma asking you about something completely unrelated and you end up connecting it to your traditional values. 

By the end of the date he looks ready to flip the table. 

“Don’t worry, I'll be praying to god to see if this calling is right.” 

“Oh great.”

“Stay blessed,” you give him the sweetest smile you could muster. 

x—x—x—x

You did it. 

It’s been a whole 4 days without no messages. 

Just pure bliss. 

On your 5th day you wake and enjoy the feeling of war being over.

You open your phone only to check in your friends only to see 3 simultaneous ‘dings’ appear on your phone.

3 notifications. 3 different accounts. Form 3 people you never wanted to hear from. 

Michikatsu: I’m interested. Is 8pm Friday fine with you?

Hakuji: I would love to continue our discussion..are you free on 7 pm at xx? 

Upper moons x reader (separately)

✦ in which the moon still loves the monsters ✦

ᶻ ʸⁿ …even demons find warmth in gentle hands.

˚₊‧꒰ა ✩ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

☽ kokushibō — “the moon’s quiet devotion”

the night hums softly around you, threads of silver light bending through the trees as you walk beside him. kokushibō doesn’t speak much — not because he lacks words, but because so few seem worthy of being spoken. you learned that quickly. silence is his language, and patience is the way to listen.

you’ve seen him in battle — the monstrous calm, the glint of his many eyes reflecting blood and moonlight alike. when he told you what he was, what he had done, you didn’t flinch. you simply looked at him, eyes soft, voice steady. “i know,”you’d whispered, “and i’m still here.”

he didn’t believe you at first. demons don’t earn forgiveness — they take, they endure, they vanish. but you… you stayed. you waited while he sharpened his blade in the dim corners of the infinity castle, you spoke softly when the quiet grew heavy. sometimes you’d brush your fingers near his sleeve — not quite touching, but close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from you.

and maybe that’s what cracked something in him. not pity, not love — at least, not at first. it was recognition.

when he looks at you, he sees a reflection of the humanity he thought he lost centuries ago. the quiet respect in your voice when you call his name. the way you never look away from his eyes — all of them.

one evening, he finally speaks, voice low and frayed. “you should not care for a creature like me.”

you smile, gentle as moonlight. “maybe not,” you whisper, “but i do.”

for the first time in centuries, kokushibō’s sword hand trembles.

˚₊‧꒰ა ✩ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

❄︎ dōma — “where warmth should not exist”

everyone warned you that dōma had no heart. you believed them — at first. his laughter was too bright, his grin too sharp, his beauty too cold. but somehow, between his teasing words and the way he always sought you out, you began to see the cracks in his perfection.

he’d always find you wandering the infinity castle’s endless halls, colorful eyes lighting up. “ah! my little mortal snowflake,” he’d say, voice dripping with playful affection. and you’d roll your eyes, but stay — because despite everything, he made you laugh.

the day he told you he was a demon — truly, entirely — he expected you to scream. instead, you simply looked at him, a soft breath escaping your lips. “i already knew,” you said. “i can still see the good parts.”

he laughed, that familiar musical sound, but his smile wavered. it wasn’t often that someone saw through him — and didn’t look away.

since then, his teasing softened. he’d bring you flowers, though they’d wilt in his touch. he’d sit cross-legged, eyes gleaming like frozen glass, listening as you talked about human things — markets, festivals, warmth. he’d never say it aloud, but he envied that warmth.

sometimes, when you fall asleep beside him — yes, beside a demon — he watches you quietly. there’s something sacred in the way your chest rises and falls, in how you trust him enough to dream near his claws.

he tells himself he doesn’t need warmth. but when you shift in your sleep and murmur his name, he almost believes he does.

˚₊‧꒰ა ✩ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

☁︎ akaza — “the kindness that fights back”

akaza was the first to tell you to leave. the moment you crossed paths, he warned you away with sharp words and a flash of crimson eyes that had seen too many good things die. but you didn’t leave. you stayed, stubborn in your kindness, and he hated that about you at first — how you wouldn’t give up on someone who told you not to try.

the first time he let you sit near him was on a quiet night under a bleeding sky. you had asked him why he fought. he didn’t answer. but when you placed your hands in your lap and waited, he whispered, “because i couldn’t save them.”

you didn’t say who. you just whispered, “i’m sorry,” and meant it.

from that night, he stopped turning away when you approached. you learned how his anger was just a thin cover for grief. how he hated weakness because he hated feeling helpless. and slowly, he realized that your softness wasn’t weakness at all. it was strength he didn’t understand — the kind that didn’t need fists.

when he finally confessed what he was — a demon drenched in blood and regret — your expression didn’t change. you simply said, “thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

that broke something in him.

now, he lets you trace the markings on his arm while you talk about small, ordinary things. the stars, the smell of rain, the things humans get to love. and sometimes, he’ll smile, that rare, boyish curve of his lips that makes you forget the centuries between you.

one night, when you tell him you believe there’s still good in him, his throat tightens. “you shouldn’t,” he says. “maybe not,” you reply softly, “but i do.”

for the first time in forever, akaza doesn’t argue.

˚₊‧꒰ა ✩ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

☂︎ hantengu — “fear in gentle hands”

you met hantengu by accident — or maybe fate had a strange sense of humor. he was trembling when you found him, muttering apologies to no one. at first, you thought he was simply afraid. you didn’t know he was fear itself, carved into the shape of a man.

you didn’t raise your voice or move too quickly. you just knelt down, whispered that you wouldn’t hurt him. and though he flinched from your touch, he didn’t run.

over time, you met his other selves — anger, sorrow, joy — all pieces of a heart too fragile for this world. they argued, raged, cried, but somehow… you stayed through it all. and even when his main form confessed the truth — that he devoured humans, that he was a monster — you only frowned gently.

“you’re afraid of being hated,” you told him. “but i’m not afraid of you.”

he didn’t know how to process that. fear was all he had ever been. yet, somehow, you saw the child buried under the centuries of trembling.

you’d brush a hand through his hair when he cried, and even the other forms would fall quiet — as if your touch reminded them what peace felt like.

and when you told him you loved him — not in spite of his fear, but because of the softness that survived beneath it — he wept harder.

for once, hantengu didn’t hide from the feeling.

˚₊‧꒰ა ✩ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

🐚 gyokko — “art in the shape of affection”

gyokko was never easy to love. his obsession with beauty was strange, detached — cruel, even. when you first met him, he called your humanity “unfinished.” a flaw. yet, he couldn’t stay away. something about the way you admired the world without needing it to be perfect… fascinated him.

he’d show you his creations — grotesque, glittering things — waiting for disgust. but you’d tilt your head, thoughtful, and say, “they’re beautiful in their own way.”

he didn’t know what to do with that. praise, yes, he expected that. but your sincerity? it unsettled him.

one night, he admitted what he was — not just a demon, but one who sculpted with the dead. you went quiet, but didn’t move away. instead, you touched the rim of one of his vases. “you make things that last,” you murmured. “that’s not evil, gyokko. it’s sad.”

it was the first time anyone had called him sad.

after that, his creations softened. he’d shape seashells and porcelain faces that resembled you. he’d appear suddenly, eager to show you each one. “this one,” he’d say, “reminds me of the way you looked at me — without fear.”

and you’d laugh softly, tracing the edges. “then it must be priceless.”

his laughter would bubble, unsteady, and though he’d deny it, he’d glow under your praise.

for a creature obsessed with perfection, he never realized love could be found in imperfection — until you.

˚₊‧꒰ა ✩ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

🕯 daki & gyūtarō — “two souls, one heartbeat”

the siblings were wary of you at first. gyūtarō especially — suspicious, snarling, always watching you from the shadows. daki, on the other hand, tried to brush you off, rolling her eyes at your kindness. “humans like you always run when they see what we are,” she’d scoff.

but you didn’t run.

you visited them in the red-light district often, offering small gestures — fresh cloth for daki’s hair, warm food for gyūtarō even if he didn’t eat it. you treated them not as monsters, but as people who deserved softness.

when they finally told you what they were, it wasn’t gentle. daki shouted it, voice sharp with pain. “we’ve killed people, y/n! we’re demons!”

you didn’t deny it. you just stepped closer. “and you’ve protected each other all this time. that’s love, too.”

she froze. gyūtarō hissed from the corner, “you don’t know nothin’ about us.”

but you did. you saw the way he stood between her and danger. the way she clung to him when she thought no one saw. and so you smiled — sad, but honest. “you two survived a world that never cared for you. i think that’s worth loving.”

that night, they didn’t answer. but when you left, gyūtarō followed silently across the rooftops, keeping watch. and later, daki braided your hair without saying a word.

neither of them ever said thank you. but when daki called you “ours” one evening, and gyūtarō didn’t correct her — you understood.

they’d never known trust. but they found it in you.

Them with an Elderitch horror reader. I've been thinking about this with like KNY or smth since I've gotten back into it. Yandere or not.

Especially like the Uppermoons who think that reader is just a human with a bit off putting then finding reader is a fucking nightmare fuel monster, more than them. OR OR the hashiras. Just them getting so confused 'So are you a demon?' 'No' 'then what are you' ':) ' just thinking about KNY with an EH!reader that just fucks with them

This just gets funnier in my head with Yan KNY. EH!reader who cannot be contained. Just these powerful beings after a Elderitch horror reader who just fucks around with them.

The interactions and potential is just so funny to me. A reader they finally would have to win over instead of just kidnapping for 'their own good'

Choice for Ugly Love

Author's note: Thank you so much for requesting! I was secretly hoping someone would request for Gyutaro. I loved writing this, and I hope this fulfills your expectations! I'm also very sorry it took me this long to post! February Event Pairing(s):Gyutaro x fem!reader Summary: Gyutaro believes he’s too hideous to be loved, so when you show him kindness, he clings desperately. But the moment you show that same kindness to someone else, he spirals, convinced you’ll leave him like everyone else has.

Wc: 1.3k ish

The district smelled like iron and rain.

You stood beneath the narrow overhang of a crooked roof, watching the lantern flickering against the wet cobblestone.

-🎀

hey, love! of course i’ll do your request. goodness, this request was in my inbox for a few months so my apologies for responding so late!! (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)

➤ Uppermoons with a partner who has Mitsuri’s backstory

[ not proof read btw ]

➤ summary: reader is insecure

➤ characters included: muzan, kokushibo, douma & akaza!

➤ WARNING: semi-nsfw + violence.

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

first off.. how dare you-

yeah, okay, he’s GONNA take major offense to say at the very least..

likeeee hellooooo???

i mean, you’re MUZAN’S partner. you somehow pulled the king of demons? like look at you!! (unspoken rizz🤫..)

we all know this man has a crazed obsession with being the perfect being so obviously he is going to view his significant other as the embodiment of perfection itself.

Muzan chose you over anyone else. He views the rest of the human population as insignificant atoms. Because of his determination for perfection he’s going to pick/fall in love with a person who he deems perfect.

let’s be honest, due to him taking offense to finding out you’re insecure over some different face/hair/body features you have that he doesn’t mind/finds them beautiful he’s going to be not very happy!

when i say, “not very happy” that’s just me sugar coating his flaring anger.

However, he’ll try to reassure you in his own way that you’re beautiful the way you are and that you’re perfect in the most passive aggressive way possible.

Listen, he’s not the best at intimacy but he tries for you.

AND OH BOY!! when he finds out if anyone made you feel insecure he would order nakime to locate them so he could kill them. 🤭

As for your exes in the past.. they’re already taken care of! he murdered them awhile ago and didn’t even bother eating them because he was that repulsed by their existence.

Bro didn’t even view them as worth eating.

Btw he didn’t even tell you that he murdered your exes along with the men/women who made you feel insecure about your face/body.. he just causally told you as if it would make you feel better.

“Muzan, what happened to my exes? i saw a missing poster while i was running errands today..”

“There is no need to worry about them anymore, my dear.”

KOKUSHIBO

He’s very saddened over the fact you’re insanely insecure and it devastates him knowing how many people hurt you.

Why is he only hearing this now? he wished you told him sooner.

Like the demon king, he isn’t the most skilled when it comes to intimacy. I mean, he had a wife in the past but he deadass left her and went to go get the milk. 💀

He would never leave you though!

so he’s not going to be the ‘lovey dovey’ reassuring type of boyfriend who coddles you the way you want him to.

He may or may not have forgotten how relationships worked and he’s lowkey awkward!

He’ll reassure you in his own way and of course his demon instincts are provoking him to kill those maggots in the past who dared made you cry.

If you don’t want him to kill your exes he won’t but if you do then congratulations! you have a whole bunch of dead exes!

He’s jealous because he wanted to be with you before any of those people. He figured that if he found you first and asked you out before any of those horrible human beings you wouldn’t be so insecure. :(

Once you communicate more with Koku he’ll begin to understand and attempt to be more intimate and reassuring! He just isn’t used to it.

Kokushibo is honestly excellent at communicating and he’s understanding in his own way.

He won’t understand why you’re so insecure though? You point out your features/habits you’re insecure about that you view as ‘flaws’

He does not view them as flaws in the slightest! That’s just who you are and like muzan he’ll be offended at first you have so much hatred for yourself. 😞

But don’t worry! he won’t get mad like how Muzan did.

If anything you two will just talk it out. He may never will understand why you’re so insecure but he’ll compliment you and reassure you every time he sees you! He’ll do his very best to check up on you whenever he’s able to.

DOUMA

Douma is honestly going to think it’s stupid.

no, you are NOT stupid. he thinks the reason you’re insecure is silly! because why would you be hurt over what someone so insignificant thinks of you?

Douma also thinks it’s stupid because he views you as the most beautiful flower to ever walk this planet!

Yes, douma will find it silly. He may not fully comprehend why it hurts you so much but he’ll reassure you regardless because he loves you!

Douma is canonically great at advice. But usually with his followers he puts on a façade.

But with you it’s very different. Yes, he’ll give you advice but because he loves you and you know him and know what he really is he’ll give you the advice and not sugarcoat it for you.

Downright admits it’s dumb how you feel that way.

Immediately feels bad afterwards though when you break down into tears-

He’s used to seeing miserable people cry. He doesn’t care about their tears.

but when it’s you crying he isn’t a fan, trust me.

This is the part where he’ll reassure you and lend you advice. Instead of being rude, he’ll be genuine with you!

Douma just doesn’t understand. When you point out why you’re insecure he brushes it off because he finds your ‘flaws’ so adorable!

It’s one of the things he loves most about you. Your so-called ‘flaws’ are unique to him.

He gets offended like Muzan because why would you hate those adorable features about yourself?!? 😡😡

Let’s be fr.. Douma will never understand because he doesn’t find you ugly and has zero issues with your habits that you claim to hate about yourself.

But if you need comfort, he’ll of course comfort you and reassure you all you want! After all, he’s known to have a voice that soothes people instantly so he’s incredibly good at helping you. that’s what he does, right?

Anyway, Douma will go out of his way to make you feel less insecure even though he finds it utterly stupid that you are. The little shit still loves you unconditionally and will be genuine with you. He isn’t fake with you like how he is with his followers who suffer from insecurities.

Btw he ate the people who made you feel shitty about your appearance.

AKAZA

he is appalled..

LIKE WHAT???

YOU? INSECURE?

YOU OF ALL MORTALS?!?

High-key freaking out at first because now he feels like he did something wrong

I headcanon him as an overthinker when it comes to those he loves.

You elaborate your darkest feelings to him and he listens like the good boyfriend he is!

This sweet baby is the nicest and most understanding about it though!

Unlike Douma he won’t think it’s stupid. Your feelings are valid!

Akaza detests how insecure you are though. He’ll do anything in his power so you don’t feel that way anymore though!

You reassure him that he’s doing his job right as a demonic boyfriend before revealing that someone else made you feel this way.

Okay, okay.. so it’s not him but some other asshole.

He’ll be really bummed out if he can’t kill them:(

Assumes that’ll make you feel better if he gets rid of that garbage walking the earth.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to kill them for you? I hate how they made you feel insecure about yourself..”

Like, no, akaza it’s fine!!

But if you’re a person who seeks out revenge and WANTS the people who rejected you/made you feel bad about your looks dead this man has zero issue making your desires come true. 💅

After you confess to him about your past rejections and bullying in the past over noticeable features you have he’ll worship you even more that day. He’s the type to bring you flowers and remind you that you’re gorgeous/handsome whenever he gets the chance.

✧ Pairings:  Muzan & UpperMoons x Reader

✧ Genre:  Fluffy ⎜Comedy ⎜⎜ Angst ⎜ Slice of Life ⎜sfw ⎜Domestic!kny au ⎜Established relationship ⎜Dark Romance

✧ Author’s Note: Welcome back, sweet readers! After checking in with the Hashira and the Kamaboko Squad, we peek behind the curtain of the Infinity Castle and into the dark, surprising fall routines of the Demon King and his Upper Moons. We're exploring how the demons—who don't age and don't feel the cold—experience the human concept of fall. For them, the season isn't about harvest or change; it's a mood of brooding and indulging their dark passions. Since the Hashira have been unusually active (thanks to a certain powerful newcomer we know, who is keeping the Corps busy), the Upper Moons have been recalled to the Infinity Castle for long-term strategic meetings, giving them time to interact with you, their favorite human anomaly. Remember, all their favorite activities are just a twisted reflection of the human beauty they despise and crave. Enjoy the morbidly cozy vibes! 😈🩸

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