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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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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)

#headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #akaza kny #akaza demon slayer #akaza x reader #douma kny #douma demon slayer #douma x reader #muzan kny #muzan demon slayer #muzan x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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shycroissanti · 1 month

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MORE BEANS!!!!!! >:D

It's been a while since I drew the upper moons XD

And I also drew Genya as a bean XD

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #artwork #artists on tumblr #demon slayer art #douma demon slayer #douma #kny douma #kny kokushibo #kokushibo #kokushibo demon slayer #demon slayer akaza #kny akaza #akaza #genya kny #shinaguzawa genya

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o3o-aya · 5 months

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If requests are open may I request, some uppermoons with a female s/o that pulls their head into their titties every time they hug?

YES YES YES :D

The clones won't be included, they need their own post :)

TW- implied nsfw, angst in Kokushibo's

Muzan

Muzan panted as he threw his test tubes to the ground.

His work... His research... For nothing...

He ran a hand through his hair, grumbling softly before he let out a shaky breath.

He paused a moment as he heard your voice.

"Dear...?" You asked softly as you tilted your head to the side, placing a hand to your stomach.

"You should be resting..." Muzan said as he stood up straight, turning his head to look at you.

You smiled softly as you walked over to him, grabbing the back of his head.

You pulled him close, placing his head to your chest as you stroked his hair.

"Don't worry my dear... You'll walk in the sun one day..." You said to him as you cupped his face in your hands.

Muzan just looked at you, slowly nodding, resting his head on your chest.

Letting out a sigh he held your waist.

It was all he wanted... To walk hand in hand with you... To be a proper family with your expantant child.

Kokushibo

Kokushibo sighed as he arrived at your home, pausing as the door was opened before he could open it.

"Koku!" You said happily as you hugged him bringing his face to your chest.

He just closed his eyes as he let out a sigh, holding you close, he had grown so used to this... He expected it everyday, somerhing he looked forward to.

You were everything to him... His own little secret Muzan allowed him to have...

He flinched a bit as you coughed.

"You're... Sounding worse..." He muttered as he stood up straight.

You quickly shook your head as you smiled. "No no! I'm fine!" You said happily.

Yet you quickly brought your hand to your mouth as you coughed, Kokushibo immediately taking your hand.

"You are... Taking a turn for the.. Worse..." He said, wiping your blood from your hand with your sleeve.

"Let me... Turn you..." He said to you.

You slowly shook your head as you smiled at him. "No... My death, will give my life more value than you could ever imagine.." You said to him.

~~~~

The days passed, Kokushibo returned one day...

You didn't greet him like you did...

He quickly opened the door, his eyes widening.

There you were.. On the floor... Dead.

"No..." He said as he slowly kneeled down, lifting you.

Now... It was your turn to be held to his chest.

Akaza

Akaza yelled as he punched the tree.

Douma had angered him yet again... And all you could do was laugh in amusement. You understood his anger, but it was still funny.

You sighed before you smiled at him. "Akaza..." You said softly.

Akaza turned his head before his eyes widened as his face hit your chest.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his head.

"Now now..." You said as you stroked his hair.

"If you're going to take your anger out on anyone... Take it out on Douma. Not the poor tree." You said with a smile.

Akaza just looked up at you as he galred a bit, before he relaxed as you placed a kiss on his head.

Maybe this wasn't so bad...

Douma

Douma looked at you as he pouted a bit. "My flower please!" He begged you.

"No! Go to your followers!" You said as you looked away with a huff.

"She means nothing!" Douma said as he grabbed your wrist. It wasn't his fault that his follower kissed him! She caught him off guard!

You just looked away as you huffed, tearing up.

"Oh... My poor flower.. Consumed by jealously..." Douma sighed before he forced himself in between your arms.

He put his head on your chest, burrowing his face in between them.

"Douma..." You said as you narrowed your eyes.

"My flower... Why don't you just lay back... And allow me to make it up to you...~"

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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Easy

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, Douma calls the reader “little one” but reader is very much of age don’t get it twisted

A/N: the first of many drabbles! Thank you all for sending so many characters! Douma was the first suggestion I got so naturally I’m just gonna go in order of who was suggested. Next up is Geto :)

Word count: a little under 1.3k

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“How cute…” you ignored him, jaw clenched tight as sweat dripped down your temple. He was large, much larger than you had ever anticipated and that was honestly saying a lot. Even now, after multiple attempts at this, you still couldn’t get used to the size of him.

Truly you shouldn’t have been shocked when he made you crawl into his lap, just to see you struggle to take him. It was like a power trip for him, watching your thighs tremble in effort to not sink further but not pull away from the pain either.

Douma seemed unbothered, lounging comfortably among his piles of fine silks and pillows. Technicolour eyes observing where he disappeared between your shaking thighs. “Are you sure you don’t want help?” It came out in a sigh, his hand pressing to his cheek as he watched you try and sink a little lower.

“Shut…up…” anyone would be crazy to talk to him like that. It would be the last thing they ever said, especially with that tone. Yet, Douma let you talk to him however you wanted. Why? He found it cute.

“You seem to be struggling little one. Trust me, I could make things work a lot faster.” He cooed, pointed nail trailing up your skin, making you jerk in his lap and cry out. You could hardly catch your breath, knowing well that this process would be a lot more pleasurable for you if you just let him take over.

Yet, you were going against your better judgement and attempting to ride him. The stretch at the angle you were in was nearly unbearable, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to get off him nor change your mind.

“Look at you… making a mess.” His laughter was cold, just as cold as the ever present smile on his face. You knew he was right, your own arousal was starting to drip down your inner thighs. “I said…to shut up.” You choked as you forced yourself to take another inch or so of him.

You were a little over half way there, honestly you couldn’t think much last fitting him. Actually moving once you bottomed out was a completely different battle you’d worry about when it got there.

“Remember what we talked about? About biting the hand that feeds you?” You froze, finally allowing your eyes to meet his. “Be careful how you speak to me, little one.” You knew it was all an act, solely so he could do what he did next. It was a simple movement, his hips jerking up so quickly you couldn’t even prepare yourself for it.

A guttural cry echoed in the chamber as you scrambled for something to hold. Your nails found purchase in the fine silk of his red top, the material bunching a bit at his waist from when he took his belt and pants off. “See, how easy was that?”

You couldn’t speak, the wind knocked from your lungs as you tried to will your body to stop trembling. It was only a matter of seconds before the burning stretch turned to pleasure, but it was still enough to have you seeing stars and praying it would pass. “Cat got your tongue, little one?” Douma smiled, readjusting himself to hold your waist and keep you in place.

He would never get tired of feeling you spasming around him, no matter how many times you stuffed yourself full of his cock you still struggled. He adored it. The pain on your face was just too much for him, how could he not fuck you when you looked so cute struggling.

He’d convince you some day to take his offer, stay by his side and be his eternal play thing.

“Start moving, or I’ll do it for you.” He cooed, gently guiding your waist up. You shivered as you felt him begin to slip out of you, sweat dripping off your temple and down to your bare chest. Douma watched it, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “C’mon little one… don’t keep me waiting.” You nodded, no longer having any will to fight him on his requests.

If you at least amused him by attempting he’d eventually take over and fuck you properly. That was enough to have your body aching as you tried to fuck yourself on his length.

You could barely get him half way out before dropping down again, the pain steadily transitioning to throbbing pleasure as you tried to ignore the burning in your thighs. You felt your face warm as an audible squelch began emitting from between your thighs. The pain from the stretch had disappeared all together, your walls trembling each time he bruised your cervix.

“Little one…” he cooed again, hand leaving your waist to grab your chin. “Just ask, I’ll take over.” His eyes narrowed, the promise of relief was sitting right before you. He could see you struggling to swallow your pride. You always struggled, but you always gave in.

“Master… lord…. Please.” You squeaked, not able to process how you were now on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders with his nails digging into your soft skin. Blood pricked the surface, slowly dripping past the indents Douma’s nails were creating. “So stubborn little one. Look how easy it is to get your way when you listen to me.”

You said nothing, body bracing for him to move. He gave you a once over, smiling at the dried blood and various bite marks he had left on your skin. He would forever be torn between consuming you and keeping you forever. He’d have both if he could.

Douma’s hips drew back before snapping forward again, earning a yell in response. Your cries and whimpers fueled him, hips pounding mercilessly into you after only a few seconds of looking for a good rhythm.

Your head fell back against the cushions, nails digging into the silks. Giving in always pissed you off, but it was hard to stay mad when he was able to hit everywhere just right. As always, you were lost in your own pleasure. You figured out long ago that it was impossible to get Douma to look anything but blissed out.

He’d never let you know he was feeling anything, not even a moan or sigh to let you know you were doing good. The only way you figured Douma even enjoyed himself was when he asked you to come back and do it again. Repetition was your only give away that Douma actually enjoyed your presence.

Then again, he was such a charmer it wouldn’t shock you if he did this kind of thing with the other women in his cult. He promised you he didn’t, but every promise from his lips was typically empty. Unless it was the promise of this…

“Coming already?” He teased as you thrashed against the silk materials decorating his chamber. The addicting clench of your walls around him, the warm gush that he desperately wanted to taste. You could only cry out, letting him abuse your cunt through your high and continue even after you came down.

“You’re so easy, little one. Your pussy is so easy to please.” Your eyes squeezed shut, embarrassment filling your frame as he gushed on and on about how cute you were, how much he loved your cunt, how he could never get tired of it. Even if it was empty compliments, you couldn’t ignore the way your body reacted to them.

Aching for more. Always aching for him.

#kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer smut #xxsabitoxx’s work!#kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #douma smut #douma x y/n #douma x you #douma x reader #kny douma #douma imagine #douma demon slayer

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thepaperpanda · 1 year

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Under His Watchful Eye || Douma x fem!reader

Summary: you are found injured by worshippers of Douma after being attacked by a wild animal in the mountains. You're taken to his temple where you're cared for and nursed back to health under the watchful eye of his. As time passes, Douma becomes attached to you, but when you disobey his order one day, he becomes angry and decides to punish you accordingly

Warnings: smut with plot 🔞 & the reader asking far too many questions in the end 😀

Word count: 7792

Authors: Cass & Rouge

As you hiked through the mountain trails, the fresh air and beautiful scenery made you feel invigorated. However, that feeling quickly vanished when a wild animal attacked you out of nowhere. You tried to defend yourself, but the creature was too strong and vicious, leaving you badly injured and alone. You were almost certain you would die.

Just when you thought you couldn't go any further after attempting to getting back home, a group of strange individuals appeared before you. They were dressed in long, flowing robes and had a serene look on their faces.

You felt weak in your knees and fell down to the frozen ground, shaking uncontrollably all over your exhausted body.

"Are you okay?" A female voice asked.

You tried to speak, but your throat was dry. You managed to nod, and they helped you to your feet. You leaned on one of them as they guided you into an unknown direction. "You must come with us," one of them said softly, taking your arm.

"Poor thing, look at all those wounds," the other person added within sad tone.

You were too weak to resist as they led you deeper into the forest, eventually arriving at a small sanctuary.

As you walked, you couldn't help but notice the strange symbols painted on the rocks and trees around you. The people were quiet, and you could only hear the sound of the wind and the snow under their feet.

The last thing you remembered was the warmness of the interiors surrounding you. Then you lost your consciousness.

Douma was pleasantly surprised today by something he did not expect. A very attractive female human was brought into his shrine, which he would even call a miracle; he wouldn't have to take any efforts to find someone new for his pleasures. He had to keep the girl there.

"Don't look at me like that. You should know what I expect. Take care of this poor thing. Treat her wounds, give her a bath, and dress her. Let her rest," he instructed.

He smiled at two of his dear followers, who were not really sure what to do with the newcomer. He was growing curious about how the girl really looked without all the blood and dirt on her. Sadly, he would have to wait to satisfy his curiosity.

As time passed, you found yourself gradually regaining your strength. Though you still spent most of your days sleeping, you were surprised to find that a group of women were taking excellent care of you.

One day, as you slowly opened your eyes, you noticed a woman sitting beside you. "Oh, you're awake!" She exclaimed with a smile.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up a little, taking in your surroundings. The room was cozy and filled with dim light of candles. "Where am I?"

"You're in our sanctuary, in our lord's place," the woman replied. "My name is Aka, and I'm one of those who found you in the woods. You were very ill and injured, and we've been taking care of you for the past few weeks."

You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, as well as shock when you realized how much time had passed. "You said weeks?" You inquired, your voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, my.... Thank you for everything."

As the days passed, you continued to regain your strength. You were amazed at the kindness and compassion of these strangers who had taken you in and nursed you back to health. And as you looked around at the warm and welcoming home they had created, you knew that you were in good hands. At least that was the impression you'd received.

Meantime, Douma made sure to take care of you by sending someone to fetch something nice for you, and finally, he had a chance to see you in your full glory - free of any life-threatening illness, clean, and dressed in fine clothes.

He personally couldn't wait to meet you and learn who you were. There were so many things he could do with and to you! It made him so excited that a shiver ran down his spine.

As Douma walked into the room that served you as your chamber, he hummed melodically, "My, my, my! Why did no one tell me that you are awake? I would have come sooner to see you."

However, he stopped when he saw your surprised expression and turned to face the other woman standing near the door, "Oh, Aka, my dear. Haven't you told her everything yet?"

Aka, one of your trusted followers, approached the tall man with a heavy heart. She informed him that she had not been able to tell you everything that she had wanted to, and she was deeply sorry for letting him down.

You bowed your head to the man after softening your kimono, overwhelmed with gratitude for the kindness he had shown you. "Thank you so much, sir," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for taking care of me," you added with your head still bowed, "but I will never forget the hospitality you have offered me. I am forever in your debt."

He had to admit that you were a pretty one. You must have been tasty, but on the other hand, it would be a shame to simply consume you. Perhaps he could keep you around as a pet? He had tried it before, but it didn't work out as he had wanted. Maybe if you behaved, who knows?

With a smile, he said, "Oh, no need to thank me, sweetheart! How could I say no to someone in need? I am happy to finally see you in good shape. What's your name, dear?"

You dared to raise your head a little to take a closer look at him.

He stood before you with an imposing presence. He was a tall and muscular young man with a noticeably pale complexion, and his long and pointed nails seemed stained with a pale blue color. His hair was either silver or a pale golden blond, parted to the left, with shorter strands flaring out to either side of his face and a longer spiral drape down his back. His eyes were incredibly rare and beautiful, appearing to be made up of an array of rainbow pastel tones that faded into one another as they circled his irises. You caught yourself staring in his eyes a little longer than you were supposed to, so you instantly bowed your head once more, trying to pay proper respect to him. "My name's Y/N, sir. If not you and your people, I'd be long dead, eaten by wild animals or maybe even demons themselves."

If only you knew! Douma couldn't help but giggle softly at the idea of how oblivious you were. It was adorable!

"Well, then I guess you are the lucky one. Do you have any family or a home?"

You hesitated for a moment before admitting, "It's just that I don't have a family or a home. Sometimes it feels like something's missing."

He quickly walked up to you and cupped your cheeks, rubbing your soft, warm skin with his slender, cold thumbs. "Well, well, Y/N, not only were you saved, but you have also found a new home. You can stay here, and I will gladly take care of you."

You were shocked by how cold his hands were. You could feel the icy chill radiating from his fingers as they pressed against your skin. The sudden coldness caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but shiver at the sensation. You had never felt hands that cold before, and it left you momentarily speechless. Despite the coldness, however, his touch was gentle, and you could sense the kindness in his eyes as he spoke to you. You forced yourself to focus on his words, trying to ignore the frigid sensation spreading through your cheeks.

You were shocked by the man's kindness and hospitality he and his people had shown you.

He had taken you in when you were lost, hurt and alone, and had even offered to help you still. You couldn't believe that someone who was a stranger to you could be so generous. "Thank you so much," you said, your voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know how to repay you for your kindness, sir."

"You don't need to thank me, sweetheart. I only hope that dear Aka will explain everything you need to know," he said, looking at the other woman significantly. "Now, rest some more and make sure you eat well. I will come back later to have a private conversation with you."

"Sir," you whispered hesitantly, barely moving your lips. "Can I at least have your name?"

"It's Douma," he said with a smile. "If you listen carefully to what Aka says, my dear Y/N, you will know everything."

As you and Aka were speaking together after Douma had left the chamber, she began to describe him to you. "He is a wise man," Aka said, her voice soft with reminiscence. "He has a way of seeing the world that few others could match. When he speaks, it is as if the entire room fell silent, hanging on his every word."

You nodded, listening intently as Aka continued to speak.

"Master Douma is also fiercely loyal to his followers," she added, a small smile crossing her lips. "He would do anything to protect us, to ensure our safety and happiness."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the man she described. Even though you had only met him briefly, you could sense that there was something special about him.

As your conversation with Aka continued, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of curiosity about the man known as Douma. What other secrets and wisdom had he imparted to his followers? And what was his ultimate goal in life? These were questions that you knew you would have to seek answers to in the days and weeks to come.

The longer you stayed with Douma, the more he grew fond of you. It was obvious that you had become his favorite, as you were the only one living with him permanently. He kept you safe and took care of you the best way he could.

You were like his little pet, and he loved making sure that you were happy because you looked better that way. You were always so eager to talk to him and spend time with him, which he found simply adorable. He could have feasted on you, but keeping you around was much better - it made the boring times more interesting.

"What's going through that little head of yours?" Douma asked, getting comfortable on a big pillow while he played with your hair, your head resting on his lap.

You lay with your head rested on Douma's lap, looking up at the ceiling of his room with a mixture of thoughtfulness and disbelief. "I can't believe you took me under your wings," you told him. "And you never wanted anything in return." You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

The past few weeks you spent by Douma's side were a whirlwind of new experiences and insights. You followed him everywhere, learning who he was and how he lived his life. He introduced you to his followers, who welcomed you with open arms and showed you the ropes.

However, as you grew closer to Douma, you began to notice some of his followers becoming jealous. They would shoot you looks of disdain and make snide remarks when you were around. At first, you tried to brush it off, but as time went on, their behavior began to wear on you.

Despite the jealousy of some of his followers, Douma continued to show you kindness and respect. He patiently answered your questions and taught you his ways, never once making you feel inferior. You were grateful for his guidance and felt privileged to be so close to him.

In the end, you knew that Douma's influence had changed you for the better. You had learned so much from him, not only about his ways but about yourself as well.

As the weeks went by, you felt yourself growing more and more fond of him, and sometimes even felt strange tickling within your abdomen when he was casting you a glance over the room full of his followers.

You turned to Douma, feeling at ease in his presence. "I feel very well here," you told him, "but I'd like to visit my little hut and take some things from there. I'd also like to visit my brother's grave."

"And for what? You have everything here. You don't need your old stuff or to visit your brother," he rolled his eyes, growing slightly annoyed with your idea. He had given you everything, and yet you still cared about something so silly and trivial. Your brother was nothing but a corpse, rotting in the ground. "Besides, would you really leave me here all alone and sad? Do you want me to die of a broken heart?" He asked dramatically.

"I..." You whispered, turning your glance away from him. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to upset you, Douma."

Your mind wandered to your brother's grave. You thought about how much you missed him and how you wished you could visit him more often. The cemetery was only a few miles away probably, and you knew you could easily sneak out during the night for just an hour or two. You promised yourself that you'd do it, that night or some other time when Douma wouldn't notice, being busy with his errands.

"You didn't upset me, my dear Y/N. It just hurts me that you worry about those things when I make sure you have everything," he purred, easily pulling you up and setting you comfortably on his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you. "Don't you feel good here, with me?"

You looked deeply into Douma's eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence wash over you. "Douma," you whispered, reaching out slowly to caress one of his cheeks gently, "I want you to know that I feel really good by your side. You make me feel safe and sound, and I'm grateful for that." You paused for a moment, taking in the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light casted by a lot of candles set around the room. "You know, I never thought I could trust someone so completely, but with you, it just comes naturally."

The demon purred at your touch and nodded. You were his and there was no need for you to seek anything else beyond what he could give you. "Now you see, I can give you everything you ask for, so there is no need to visit your old life, my sweet little Y/N," he whispered before kissing your cheek.

As Douma leaned in to kiss your cheek, you felt your face flushing with a warm hue. His lips were cold, yet soft and tender against your skin, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest. "Douma," a weak whisper left your parted lips as you clutched on his shoulders. You moved your head to face him, your cheeks still tinged with pink. "You're right, just as always, my dear master."

He laughed, gently grabbing and squeezing your cheeks. "Look at you! So pretty and cute," Douma chuckled as he played with your soft skin, grazing it with his sharp nails. "I am wondering... If this made you blush so much, then what will this do?"

He grasped your cheeks a bit harder than before and kissed your lips.

Once Douma's lips were pressed to yours, you couldn't help but let out a quiet gasp that quickly turned into a moan. Despite his lips being rather cold, the kiss he offered tasted sweet like honey. The way his tongue moved along your teeth, the way his perfect teeth grabbed your tongue, everything about the kiss was igniting emotions you didn't know you still held within you.

You found yourself wrapping your arms around Douma's neck, pulling him closer to you. You felt his body pressing against yours, his closeness enveloping you. The scent of him filled your nostrils, a heady mix of sandalwood and musk.

Your heart raced as you lost yourself in the moment, feeling completely consumed by the passion between you. For a moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you, locked in a fiery embrace.

You pulled yourself away from Douma after a while, looking him in the rainbow-coloured eyes; his eyes were mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but get lost in them for a moment. "Douma…"

"So pretty and so full of color," he laughed, moving his thumbs across your skin.

Douma indeed enjoyed having you here. He loved that you were such a good pet. He had grown used to having you around, especially loving it when you sat on his lap.

Of course, Douma was aware of the jealousy of some followers, and as a good owner, he took care of some of those who were a threat to his beloved pet. When you noticed this, he explained that they had just left. Thankfully, you always accepted this explanation.

"It's getting late. Aren't you tired?" Douma asked, a hint of worry within his tone.

"Just a little bit, my master," you replied, your cheeks still flushed. You bit your lower lip after his comment about you having a lot of colours. You didn't know how he was doing it, but he was always making your heart skipping a beat.

"Well, then don't sit up late, little one. I want my little girl to be well-rested," he kissed your cheek one last time before gently pushing you off his lap.

You tried your best to keep your composure, but your heart was racing and your felt like whining as Douma pushed you off his lap. Your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Good night, my master," you smiled at him, bowing your head down.

After that you left his chamber. Of course you had to bump on a group of his the most dedicated followers; their led you down the corridor with a mean glances, and you could swear you heard them whispering about you. Yet, you decided to not pay attention.

You had trouble sleeping, tossing and turning in your bed as the memory of Douma's anger haunted you. You had mentioned leaving the shrine, hoping to visit your brother's grave, but the expression on Douma's face had been rather a nasty one; you'd never seen him like that; the change within him was immediate and unexpected.

You tried to push the memory away, to think of other things, but it kept coming back to you, replaying over and over in your mind. You wondered for a second or two if you had made a mistake in confiding in him, in trusting him with your deepest desires and fears.

As the night wore on, you grew more and more exhausted, but still, you couldn't sleep. You finally decided that you couldn't stay in the bed any longer.

You got up from your bed, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake anyone. You changed into some other clothes, careful to pick things that wouldn't make too much noise as you moved. You didn't want anyone to know that you were leaving, especially not Douma. After putting on a thick fur Douma gifted you with some time before, you were ready.

You didn't want to attract attention by carrying too much, so you decided to leave your bag in the room. You checked your pockets for anything important, making sure you had your keys.

Finally, you took a deep breath and opened the door to your room. You stepped out into the hallway, the floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet. You listened carefully for any sounds, but the shrine was quiet.

You made your way to the front door, your heart pounding in your chest. You turned the handle slowly, hoping it wouldn't make too much noise, and pushed the door open. A gust of cool air hit your face, and you stepped outside into the night. You closed the door behind you, trying to be as quiet as possible, and set off down the path, hoping that you were making the right decision.

Douma could come across as a silly man with his overly friendly behavior. He could seem like someone easy to fool, but oh, you were so mistaken!

A pair of rainbow eyes watched you leave from behind the golden fan. He knew it would happen, he knew you wouldn't really sit on your ass as you should. Douma knew you would be back, of course you would for there was nothing waiting for you out there. You had no reason to leave for good, but of course, you had to fulfill your little ideas.

"Bad, bad pet," Douma whispered to himself. He already planned how he was going to punish you and make you stay with him forever.

As you arrived at the old graveyard, you felt a sense of melancholy wash over you. Memories of childhood days spent with your brother came flooding back, as you made your way to his final resting place. The grave was still and silent, surrounded by the peaceful stillness of the cemetery.

You took out the bouquet of flowers you had managed to gather. With careful hands, you placed them gently on your brother's grave. As you stepped back, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as you remembered the good times you shared with him. Before you managed to regain your composure, you shed a tear.

The wind picked up, blowing gently through the trees, rustling the leaves and reminding you of the fleeting nature of life. You stood there for a few moments longer, lost in your thoughts, before finally turning to leave. As you walked away, you promised yourself that you would always remember your brother, and keep his memory alive in your heart.

As you made your way towards the Eternal Paradise Faith shrine, you couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. The sky was beginning to brighten, and you knew that the sun would soon rise. You quickened your pace, determined to reach the shrine before dawn.

Finally, you arrived at the entrance, and were greeted by the serene surroundings of the shrine. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the sound of chanting people filled your ears. You took a moment to take in your surroundings, appreciating the peaceful atmosphere and the stunning architecture of the shrine.

Oh, you were a little oblivious bunny, so sure that you could get away with this little thing.

He was going to let you think you were the smart one, that you could go behind his back. Douma honestly wondered if maybe you would tell him at some point, admit to your wrongdoings, and beg for forgiveness.

So he waited, pretending he knew nothing, letting you believe he was naive.

The whole day passed, and he heard nothing from you, and it made him mad. He summoned you to see him, just like he did every evening.

Despite feeling curious and a bit uneasy, you went straight to meet him after taking a long bath.

You stepped forward and pushed open the door to Douma's chamber, the hinges creaking as you entered. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles casting flickering shadows across the walls. "My master, you summoned me."

He looked at you with a sweet smile, resting his cheek on his hand. "Here comes my favorite. Don't be scared, I simply missed you, my little Y/N."

You felt that there was something off about his behavior. It was difficult to put your finger on it, but there was a sense that he was holding something back or not being entirely truthful. Maybe it was the way his rainbow-coloured eyes were looking at you, as if they were about to pierce right through your soul or the hesitation in his voice when he spoke. Whatever it was, you couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

Taking a few steps, you came closer to his bed.

He blinked, feigning concern for you. "Is something wrong, my dear? Come here," he said, beckoning you to sit on his lap.

Once you were seated comfortably, he took your palm in his and gave your hand a little kiss. "What is bothering you? Is someone talking bad about you again?"

"It's not that, my master," you replied, trying to regain the control over your uncontrollably shaking body. "I... I just did something bad."

"Oh, you poor, little thing! You did something bad?" Douma hummed as both of his hands rested on your waist, caressing the soft curves. "Oh, I am sure you did... Or maybe you decided to go behind my back and visit your brother?" He asked. "Will you be a good girl and answer my question?"

As you sat on his lap, listening to him speak, your heart began to race when he mentioned your brother. Memories of last night's trip occupied your mind, and your anxiety only grew stronger with each passing moment. "I left the shrine without your permission."

"I understand that. So, now, can you be a good girl and answer my question?"

You only nodded your head, lowering your chin to avoid his gaze.

"Look at me," Douma ordered.

Once you looked at him, he gave you his kind smile, but his hands tightened on your waist, his long nails digging into your skin through the clothes. "Do you think I am stupid? Do you think I am a fool you can play around with?"

"Of course not, my master. I apologize for not obeying your order. Please, forgive me my reckless behavior, master Douma," you begged, most likely sounding like a pathetic whore.

"I should throw you out!" Douma snapped, squeezing you even harder. "I should throw you away and let you die in the wilderness like I didn't when my people found you."

His words grew louder and more aggressive with each passing moment, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

As he continued to speak, you felt the tears forming in your eyes. You tried your best to hold them back, but the emotion was simply too overwhelming. You could feel the hot tears trickling down your cheeks, and you quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand.

"Oh, you're crying now? How pathetic," Douma chuckled. "You're alive only because I allowed you to live. I saved your life and didn't turn you into my next meal. You should be grateful for what I did! I gave you everything that you lacked in your life, and this is how you repay me?!"

In that moment, you wished you could simply disappear. You wanted nothing more than to escape from Douma's presence and find solace in the comfort of your own home. But you knew that you had to stay strong and face the situation head-on, even if it meant enduring the pain and discomfort that came with it. "I'm sorry. Please, master, forgive me."

"And what should I forgive you for? I should just get rid of you," he said, and soon after, he smiled. "You are a pretty, little thing. I should just end your life by devouring you."

As Douma continued to speak, you mustered up all of the courage you had left and spoke up. "I suspected that you were a demon," you said firmly, looking him straight in the eyes. "I've known for a few weeks now," you explained. "But I wasn't sure until now. Thank you for confirming it."

Douma looked at you and let out a maniacal laugh. "And what? Should I feel scared? Oh no! Y/N knows what I am," he pretended to be shocked before pushing you hard off his lap, so you fell to the cold floor.

Licking his lips, Douma looked at you. "And what shall I do with you now? It would be a shame to eat you, but it would be a waste to simply murder you and throw you away. I really don't want to stain my floors with your blood."

As Douma's words continued to cut deep, you sat frozen in shock, unable to move or even speak. Your body felt numb, as if you had been plunged into icy water, and your mind raced with a million different thoughts and emotions.

Despite the discomfort of the cold, hard floor beneath you, you remained in the same position for what felt like an eternity. But eventually, you were able to improve your posture, sitting back on your knees for better support. Your muscles were tense, and your fingers tingled with a strange numbness. "Well. You can do whatever you want. It's not that I have any influence here though."

Douma accepted the offer of 'doing whatever he wants,' which was an interesting proposal and he intended to make use of it. "If you say so, my dear. Let's consider it your way of apologizing to me."

Douma sat up and leant forward to you. His long fingers gently touched your cheek and then moved down, across the skin of your neck, until they reached the fabric of your kimono. He had personally picked it out to make you look even more beautiful. It was a shame to destroy it, but he could always get you a new one.

Douma's cold hands easily ripped the fabric open. "Look at you. So beautiful, yet so disobedient," he remarked, slowly running the tip of his tongue across his lower lip.

At first you only gasped, looking up at him with wide opened eyes. You wanted to ask what does he think he's doing, you wanted to run, you wanted to vanish; too many different emotions filled you up at the same time. "What..." You managed to whisper.

"Oh, don't play dumb, Y/N. I know you want me, no matter if I'm a demon or not," he smirked wryly. "I've always felt that, you little needy thing."

Looking him deep in the eyes, you sat up a little and removed your ripped kimono off; now only your black underwear was keeping you from his hungry eyes.

Douma observed you and nodded. "Now you're acting as you should, but as far as I'm concerned, you're still wearing too many clothes."

You slowly got up and reached to your back, unclasping your bra; your eyes never left his. You pushed the straps of your bra down your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

In the next step, you slipped fingers beneath the fabric of your panties and pushed them down your legs, stepping out of them in the end.

Finally, you listened to him as you should have from the very beginning. Finally, the bunny followed its master's wishes. "Good girl," he praised before getting comfortable on his favorite pillow. "What will you do now, I wonder?"

"May I get closer, my master?"

He gave you a nod, observing you curiously to see what would happen next; a ery smirk still glued to his lips.

You sauntered towards his bed, swaying your hips from left to right, and gradually seated yourself on the cushion. With a tinge of embarrassment coloring your face, you cautiously straddled his lap, trying to conceal your shyness.

"Now you feel embarrassed, sweetheart? Be brave, just like when you decided to betray my trust," Douma instructed, stroking your thighs.

His lap felt comfortable and welcoming, just as they always did.

Looking him in the eye, you reached your hands out and started unbuckling his belt with a sense of desire burning within your chest. You reached down and fumbled with the buckle for a moment, your fingers clumsy with anticipation. Finally, you managed to get it undone, and you let out a sigh of relief. The belt slipped free from his waist, and you felt a wave of satisfaction wash over you, as you licked your lower lip briefly.

Douma was already enjoying the sight of you. Finally, you knew your rightful place. He rested his chin on his palm as he observed you working.

Now that you were behaving, he was interested in seeing what you planned to do. "Just don't stop, little one. Show me how sorry you are."

With an unhurried pace, you opened the fly of his trousers and met his gaze, only to pause. "I... Well, I haven't done any of those things before, except for one time, but I was drunk and don't remember anything."

He looked at you in disbelief, raising one of his brows up, and sighed softly. Douma shouldn't have been that mad; at least he could teach you a thing or two.

He grabbed you and effortlessly flipped you both so that you were under him. "Oh, my poor, little bunny. I'm gonna teach you, don't worry."

His cold lips pressed a few gentle kisses to your cheeks before he started moving down your naked body, right between your legs.

Your abdomen swelled with an intense burning sensation, accompanied by an unbearable feeling of shame. "Douma, I deeply apologize for letting you down again..." You whispered quietly, and since you didn't know what to do with your hands, you tried to cover your breasts with them.

"Stop covering your body if you wish to avoid disappointing me once more. My dear, unwind and let yourself be at ease," he whispered, kissing the soft flesh of your thigh. He then dived between your parted thighs and started slowly lapping at your beautiful pussy.

You let out a moan as he continued to lap and lick at your sensitive areas, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

You had never felt this way before with anyone else. The sensation that Douma was causing was intense and overwhelming. You couldn't believe that someone could make you feel this good.

As the pleasure spread throughout your body, filling every single cell with desire, you let go of your prudery and slipped your hands into his beautiful, blonde locks, moaning his name and trying to buck your hips to gain more friction.

His rainbow eyes looked up and took in the pretty expression you made for him. He couldn't wait to see that face again when he fucks you.

He pulled away from you and bit the inside of your thigh.

As his teeth sank into your soft flesh, you couldn't help but moan. The bite was so powerful that his canines punctured through your skin, causing a few droplets of blood to surface.

You grabbed him be a sleeve of his turtleneck and pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs tightly around his waist, kissing all over his sharp, perfect jawline.

"Oh, you're an eager one, aren't you?" He chuckled, pulling away to undress for you. Since you were in need, he couldn't keep you waiting for much longer.

Douma quickly got rid of his clothes and smiled, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. He grasped his member and gave it a few jerks before moving it through your lips, teasing your clit. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

You watche him getting undressed while biting your lower lip, slipping one of your hands between your parted thighs to tease your clitoris.

Douma was a man with a lean and muscular build. He had striking features - a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and beautiful lips. His eyes were an unusual rainbow color, and they glimmered with a mischievous and seductive light. His skin was cold to the touch, and he exuded an aura of danger and mystery.

It all made you blush even harder, but a soft moan escaped through your parted lips when you felt his rock-hard cock rubbing through your folds. "Fuck me," you whimpered, looking him directly into his eyes.

He didn't think twice before pushing into you, watching your face twist in pleasure. His hand grasped your waist, pulling you gently as he thrusted in. He lowered himself and started whispering into your ear, "Look at you, getting fucked by a demon. I'm going to breed you nice and full."

Your nails dug into the skin on his back as he snapped his hips into you.

The pleasure was immense, and all you could do was moan his name softly while rolling your head back, resting it on his pillow.

Douma didn't give you time to adjust, so at first, all of his thrusts felt like a burning fire within your core. Yet, with time, your walls loosened, welcoming his girth with anticipation.

Douma wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it as his hips moved even faster. His other hand moved between your bodies, pinching your clit. "That's it, my little flower, that's it."

Your whimpers and moans grew louder as he increased his brutal pace. You wrapped one of your hands around his wrist, which was set on your neck, and begged him to fuck you even harder. "Douma! Ah! Just like that!" You moaned loudly, trying to buck your hips into his to deepen his thrusts.

"My little whore, soon you will be nice and full, and then everyone will have a reason to be really jealous of you," he growled, snapping his hips even harder into you. The grip on your throat tightened; he was curious about how much you could take.

"H-harder!" You begged. "Can I... Can I try?"

He stopped and looked at you while stroking your calf. "Tell me what you want."

With all your strength, you flipped both of you over so that you were on top of him, his member still deeply buried inside your pussy. "That's better," you whispered, resting your hands on his broad chest and slowly bucking your hips back and forth, making sure to sink on his cock fully, deepening each thrust.

"You little fucking liar!" Douma growled through clenched teeth, grabbing your hips strongly, digging his digits in your soft flesh. "You said you haven't done any of those things, but look at you now, riding me like a whore."

"I didn't lie, master Douma," you moaned, rolling your head back a little at the pleasure spreading throughout your body. His grasp of your hips left you certain you would find some bruises there the next day. "I'm a quick learner."

"Show me what you have learned."

Supporting your weight on his chest, you increased your pace; your pussy started spasming around his already throbbing cock. "Oh! Oh! I'll cum!"

Douma smiled widely, "Very good, my little petal. Cum and let me fill your little, tight cunt up."

You grasped one of his hands and moved it up to your neck. With each movement you were feeling how his throbbing cock massaged your walls, pressing the sweet spot hidden there.

Douma's hand wrapped tightly around your neck as he sat up to thrust his hips into you even harder. "Don't hold it back, Y/N, cum for me."

Your movements became sloppy and the knot that once formed within your abdomen snapped; your cum milked his cock as you screamed his name, rolling your head back in an immense pleasure.

Douma let out a loud, guttural grunt as he came deep inside of you. The feeling of your warm insides filled with his slickly cum was something he craved so much since the day he laid his eyes on you. "That's my good girl. I think I can forgive you for that little thing from today."

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and hugged him, still letting him nestle his cock in you; gasping for air you barely understood what he was talking to you. His scent filled your nostrils and in the end, after calming down from your peak, you asked him quietly, "Aren't you mad at me anymore? I promise I won't be disobedient."

"If you keep that promise, I won't be mad. You know I like it when you listen to me, especially since I do a lot to take care of you," he said, slipping his hand in your hair, in the end resting it at the crown of your head, holding you there.

Slowly and carefully getting off of him, you looked him in the eyes. "Douma?"

"What is it, my little pet?"

"Do you really like me?"

"Obviously, I do. If I didn't, you would be dead as soon as you recovered. But here you are, and I am taking care of you."

After a few seconds of silence, you dropped another question. "Can I stay... Can I stay for the rest of the night with you?"

Douma rubbed his chin, pretending to think, before giving you a nod moments later. "Of course, I can't say no to my favorite girl."

After making yourself comfortable by his side, you blushed slightly, feeling your mixed, slick cums oozing out of your pussy. "Have you slept with your other worshippers, too?"

"Yes. I have been with both men and women before," he said simply with a little shrug. It wasn't anything special for him. "But it was a long time ago. Don't worry, you are my special girl, my one and only."

Your eyes widened and you truly wanted to comment and asked more questions about that, but you decided to stay quiet. Instead, you dropped yet another question. "Can I be a demon too?"

"Oh no, you are too cute for that," he chuckled and booped your nose. "But maybe one day, if I decide that I want you to stay with me for eternity, we'll think about that."

"So if you're a demon, my lord, are there other demons out there? I heard a lot of stories, and people were always talking, but I haven't seen one myself. Are they having their cults as well?"

"Oh yes, there are, and they won't hesitate to eat you up. So be grateful I took you into my care. With me, you will be safe," he assured you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "And no, they don't have cults, as far as I know."

After resting your head upon his chest, you went silent for a moment, only to return to asking questions again. "Are you going to devour me one day?"

Douma let out a loud laughter and shook his head. "I don't fancy playing with my food, and I have decided that I want you to stay with me. Of course, if you keep being a brat and completely strip me of my patience, with a heavy heart, but yes, I will devour you."

You shivered and tried to hide your head under his shoulder. "Can I meet other demons? Are you having demon friends? Are they coming here to devour people as well?"

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, we do have afternoon tea quite often, but none of my friends enjoy it. Quite a shame, truly, but oh well, that's their problem. And no, I am not letting any of them lay an eye, or even six, on you."

You gritted your teeth and shivered once again, not being sure if he was being serious. "Have I ever bumped into one of them, not being aware?"

Douma looked at you and placed his hand over your beating heart. "Well, since you are alive and here with me, the answer is no. You surely didn't bump into any demons without being aware."

You placed a few tiny kisses to his chest. "One last question, and I promise I'll let you rest. Why did you choose not to eat me once I was taken to your temple by your people? Oh, and are you the strongest demon? I think you must be."

Douma watched you, resting his head on his hand. "I just decided to let you live. Honestly, I planned to eat you as soon as you were nursed back to health, but I changed my mind," he shrugged a little, pointing at his eyes. "Not to brag, my dear, but I am the number two."

You once again tried to hide your head under his arm, but after a moment, you straddled his lap again, cupping his cheeks in your hands, taking a closer look into his eyes. Only then you noticed the number written in his irises. "Oh, my, how silly I was to not notice it! But truly, I don't care. To me, my lord is the strongest."

He grabbed your cheeks and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "That's my smart girl. This is how things should be, little one. You make me more proud with every moment when you're acting like a good, obedient pet."

After the kiss you looked him deeply in his eyes. "Aren't you tired, my lord?"

"No, I am fine but you can rest, as all humans do. I will make sure my little petal is safe."

"Lord Douma?"

"Hmmm?"

"I love you…"

Douma was taken aback by your confession of love to him. Since he was a child, he was unable to fully understand human emotions, and the concept of love was something foreign to him. He stared at you for a moment, trying to process your words. In the end, with a soft smile, he gently grasped your chin between his slender fingers and kissed the bridge of your pretty nose. "I appreciate your feelings, but love is not something that I am familiar with. I care for you deeply, that's the fact, but I do not know if I can reciprocate your feelings in the same way."

"I understand, my lord. It means the world to me still," you got off of him again and made yourself comfortable on his chest, oh he was so soft, even if a little cold.

With time, your eyes started closing and eventually you drifted off to sleep.

All Douma knew was that he wanted to keep you around. It seemed like you were already a much better pet than the last one, but he was going to keep watching you with his careful eye. If you ever got on his nerves again, he wouldn't hesitate to get rid of you in the most brutal way possible.

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doumadono · 5 months

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Emergency Request

Hi ^_^ I was wondering if you could write a Douma x fem reader with thick thighs and she's insecure about them but he comforts her

Douma & s/o insecure about her thighs - headcanons

DEMON SLAYER EMERGENCY REQS

Douma, being keenly observant, notices the subtle signs of her insecurity about her thick thighs.

His gaze, however, is not critical but appreciative, admiring the unique beauty he sees.

In his characteristic nonchalant manner, Douma expresses his genuine fondness for her thighs, finding them alluring and captivating.

"Your thighs are a work of art, my lotus. Don't let anyone, including yourself, tell you otherwise."

Douma doesn't always need words; sometimes, a lingering touch or a reassuring gaze speaks volumes.

His gentle caresses, particularly on the areas she feels insecure about, serve as a silent reassurance.

"I'm not interested in what they consider 'perfect.' I'm interested in what's extraordinary - that means what's uniquely you."

Douma takes immense pleasure in delighting her with an array of new outfits. Often, these choices lean towards shorter dresses, intentionally designed to showcase her thighs.

In moments when she expresses reluctance about baring her legs, Douma, with a characteristic nonchalant demeanor, closes the distance between them. He envelops her in a warm hug from behind, allowing his hands to gently slip onto her thighs. "They're so perfect I want everyone to admire them, my lotus!"

During intimate moments, Douma lavishes her thighs with kisses and affirmations, nibbling at the fat of her thighs, squeezing them, running his long, cold fingers up and down them.

"Every inch of you is exquisite, especially these thighs of yours. Let me show you just how much I adore them. Now, my beautiful lotus, let's put those worries aside. Your thighs are perfect, and I'll make sure you never forget it."

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that-one-weird-simp · 10 months

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Warning 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

Enmu: *buries himself to the hilt as he finishes inside you*

Douma while wanking it to the whole scene* enmu chan its my turn~ *pouts*

Enmu: no! I ain't letting you break more of her bones fuck off mother fucker!

Douma: *pouts*

#enmu demon slayer #demon slayer enmu #enmu tamio #enmu x reader #xreader #douma #douma demon slayer #douma x reader #smut #enmu smut #douma smut

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meowzfordayz · 9 months

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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.

#preferences #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #akaza kny #akaza demon slayer #akaza x reader #douma kny #douma demon slayer #douma x reader #kokushibo kny #kokushibo demon slayer #kokushibo x reader

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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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〈 his favorite 〉

Your parents joined the Eternal Paradise Cult a few months before you were born. Douma offered them shelter and care when it came time for your mother to give birth. According to him, your parents left you in his care as soon as you were weaned off of your mother’s breast. Douma took the upmost care of you from that moment on, often handing you off to his followers to play with but always observing from a distance. He never saw you as his daughter, only his “favorite” — something he’d always whisper in your ear as a child to hear your giggle. He meant it too, something quite rare for a demon like him. He didn’t even have to try hard to make sure you were devoted to him, from the time you could toddle you had always wanted to be by his side, small hands grabbing at his pants to keep him close. He knew he had made the right choice with you.

Douma watching you grow up, always keeping you close to him in order to keep you safe. He knows it bothers some of the women in his cult, knowing good and well that you are his favorite. Anyone who does any wrong to you just so happens to conveniently “leave” the cult. You never think anything of it, to blindly devoted to your beloved leader. As you grow, your devotion turns to love. Embarrassing enough, by the time you reach adulthood you are fairly certain you are in love with him. It wasn’t until you turned twenty that Douma entertained any sort of intimate affection with you. His touch was always lingering, his lips always against your ear as he whispered the same things he whispered to you as a child… “favorite”.

Douma decided that it would be best to test your loyalty, some thing he didn’t think he needed to do but did anyways. It’s late at night, you’re brushing his hair, humming softly as he speaks. “Y/N, dear.” You smile as he spoke your name. “Yes my lord?” He straightened a bit, large hand motioning you to stop and come sit before him so he could see you. “I’d like to talk with you, little one.” a sugary sweet smile crossed his face. “Of course, what’s on your mind?” You sat on your knees before him, only a few inches separated your legs from his. He was much larger than you, a broad frame covered in muscles. You never saw him do any sort of rigorous activities, it was a wonder how he had obtained such a body. “I’d like to tell you a secret, little one.” You gasped, eyes lighting up, it wasn’t often Douma confided in you. “Please tell!” He flashed you another grin.

“Would you believe me if I told you… I ate humans?” Your face turned from curiosity to confusion, head tilting to the side. “You… eat people? Like… actually eat people?” You could tell he wasn’t joking, Douma was never one to joke about such things with you. “I do… it’s how I survive… would you believe me if I told you demons existed?” You squirmed slightly, heart picking up in pace. “I’d believe anything you told me, my lord.” He sighed, hand reaching out to caress your cheek. “So good… such an obedient little one. I knew I made the right choice with you.” It wasn’t until that moment that you noticed his nails were as sharp as razors. “May I ask a question?” Your heart may be beating faster but you weren’t scared. “Of course, little one.” You clasped your hands together, “are you a demon, my lord?”

One blink and your question was answered, his pupils had changed from small circles to lettering. “Upper two…” the words slipped past your lips, soft and quiet as Douma’s hand gently grabbed your chin. “Does that frighten you, little one?” His thumb played with your bottom lip, eager to hear what you’d say. “No… not even a little.” You swallowed “I’ll keep your secret, till the day I die.” You didn’t expect him to frown at that. “I don’t want you talking like that, little one. It saddens me to think you’ll die one day.” Your brows creased, blinking innocently at him. “We all die… don’t we?“ he shook his head, as if explaining a simple concept to a small child. “I am no longer human, I haven’t been for quite some time. I won’t die.” You nodded, finding some sort of comfort in knowing you’d never see the person you love so dearly leave earth before you.

“Though I would like you to stay by my side… never growing old. Would you like that, little one?” You nodded, frowning a bit. “I don’t think I’m worthy enough for that, my lord.” He shook his head, sugary sweet smile still on his face. “Remember what I’ve told you since you were baby? You, y/n, are my favorite. Nobody else has that title. Nobody is as important as you are to me, little one.” Heat flooded your face, head aching to turn away but Douma was still holding your chin. “Promise?” You croaked out meekly, somehow still afraid of his answer. “Promise.” He smiled back, nothing but sincerity in his words.

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ineed-douma-sobadly · 2 months

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𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮

warnings !!: douma x fem!reader, mentions pussy & dick, being tied up, douma getting turned on, fucking, douma has feelings !!

lately doumas been feeling like you don't love him as much as you to and wants to apologize. He really wants to make it up to you but he's busy with about 100+ of people's complaints all day and night. One his days off is mainly his time for missions he has to go to and assort other business. All day while attending his followers complaining, all he overthinks is you seeing someone else. So one night, he left in the middle of one without saying a word to the person leaving them clueless and staring at their leader who was supposed to be listening. that night, when he enter the room he saw you sleeping on your side like the most beautiful women he's seen (𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷.) he came over to you wrapping one of his arms around your waist making you wake up a little.

"oh! I'm sorry for disturbing you." Douma said after noticing that you woke up. You gave him a reassuring smile that made him know you acknowledged him.

"I'm sorry for having so many things to do I barely see you at all lately. If there's anything I can do let me know. it that's ok~?" Douma whispered in your ear desperately. You where half asleep and couldn't think straight.

"I'm fine with what ever you do. Nothings gonna hurt me if it's half your fault.." Douma heard your soft tired voice and it made him weak. You rolled over facing him now that you where somewhat awake. Douma started petting through your hair as you where right up against him facing each other. you started caressing through his hair also. doumas hand started wondering down your back and rubbing on it. basically 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰. your wrapped you arms over his neck as you where on the verge of falling back to sleep.

"Don't go to sleep yet my beautiful lotus~ I still have to remind you how much I cherish and love you."

The second he said that your heart immediately started beating in your chest. You couldn't tell whether it was excitement or fear. But however, you did look forward to it was you felt douma put his hands around your legs and lift your clothes up all the way. Before you could fully tense up he hushed

"its only me. No need to get all riled up"

you decided to get your self caught in the moment and started to undress him as well to get im into it to.

"aw~ Look at you! You want it too~♡"

you hid your face in your arm while smirking. douma got up and grabbed up a string from over on the side dresser. He grabbed both your hands and tied them above you. Your gasp gave him a chance to get his mouth inside your giving you a 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 passionate kiss. While one hand was cuffing your hands. The other one was caressing between your legs. He was basically soaking his hand with your juices before slowly going into your clit. The noises you let out made his dick twitch.

"Now, do you feel appreciated by me?~"

"I always have love." You said between trying to catch your breath.

"Good. But I think I wanna do this a little more don't you think?" Douma told you while sounding slutty as ever. You didn't even answer his question and spread your legs giving douma a silent answer. It was Botta be a very long time of just you and him you both wanted at that time. A night full of skin slapping together and sweet pleasure for both of you.

But the cultists on the other side of the door was disturbed by the lewd things they witnessed between douma and his mistress.

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