(REQUESTS OPEN) Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yabia: Headcannons

Poll Results: Muzan Kibutsuji

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Types of Deres:

Muzan Jackson is a Sadisutodere/ S dere (Guys I am not even joking, that's what it's called T_T), meaning he is sadistic, manipulative, and threatening all while being semi-affectionate. He can get manipulative quickly, but also will make you offers in turn for you to pose as his human wife. He won't tell you what happened to his last one (*cough, cough* The lady and kid from Asakusa), but says you don't need to worry, since you're different. He takes great pleasure in seeing you miserable, calling you his human pet, and toying with you before leaving for months at a time.

When They're Sick:

Four words. Muzan. Doesn't. Get. Sick.

It actually freaked you out a bit, on how pristine his condition always was, but you were grateful he didn't bother you with such trivial things. 

Holding Their Hand:

Your eyes widened as Muzan took your hand and led you through the city, surprised at his act of sudden affection. He rolled his eyes at your shock, and gripped your hand tighter.

"You're my wife, are you not?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. You nodded vigorously, and he smirked.

"That's what I thought. My, my, you're much more obedient than my other wives. I think you're my favorite." He said, his tone as seductive as ever. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, but couldn't help but get excited at the idea of being the literal Demon Lord's favorite wife.

Talking About Things They Like:

You were sitting in your fancy apartment (courtesy of Muzan), when he opened the door and barged in, grabbing your wrist and standing you up. Shit, what'd I do now...?  You thought.

"Have you ever heard of a blue spider lily?" He asked, his face mere inches from yours. "And if so, where can I find one?"

You blinked at his sudden question, and shook your head. "Uh, no, why?"

Muzan groaned in annoyance, rubbing the bridge of his nose and sighing, releasing your wrist. "It was worth a shot..." He muttered, obviously annoyed. "If those idiotic demons can't find one, why would she?"

Big Spoon or Little Spoon?:

Bold of you to assume he's actually present in your life.

...

Muzan is big spoon. He likes to be the one in charge, regardless of what you say to protest. Despite making it seem like showing affection to you is a chore, he actually enjoys himself quite a bit, but would never admit it to you.

They Flirt With You:

Muzan had always been surprisingly flirtatious when it came to you, despite his protests saying he was only using you to pose as his human wife.

"You know..." He said, leaning in closer, his voice softer than usual. "Out of my other five wives that I've had, you're by far the smartest."

You raised an eyebrow. "Not the prettiest?"

He smirked and traced the line of your jaw, "I haven't seen all of you yet."

Being on Your Period: