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kyojurismo · 1 year

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i think if akaza found out their slayer gf was persuaded to wear the same uniform as mitsuri, he'd kill the kakushi. If it was Douma, he'd secretly keep it so their gf would... 'model' for them (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

WAIT OH MY GOD

i imagine akaza being all happy because you received the new uniform (the last one was damaged badly in battle) but when he saw how revealing it was he almost walked straight into a wall to keep looking at you.

“what are you wearing?” he would ask, looking at your uniform more closely. “my new uniform,” you’re all smiles and chuckles. there’s no way you would wear something like this so easily, you told him that even the old one, more confy and large, was a bit bothersome. how could you wear something that is barely holding your breasts in and that shows 99% of your legs?

don’t get me wrong, akaza won’t be the type to order you around and choose what you should wear, he was just confused.

“but it’s different from the old one,” he notes, trying to reason with you. “well yeah, the kakushi who made it said it was especially for me,” the way your cute smile is curving your lips is distracting but he tries his best to stay focused.

“especially for you, uh?” is that.. jealousy?

needless to say, akaza visited the kakushi in question and threatened him to make you a real uniform, he stayed with him during the whole process to make sure he would do his job. after that, he smiles at the kakushi as if nothing happened.

he would offer you the new uniform, so you could choose what to wear on your own. that because he respects you but wants you to feel comfortable. 🥹

douma would straight up threaten him too, get you the new uniform and say “i’ll take care of this one,” smiling innocently as you hand him the more revealing one.

no surprise, he sometimes ask you to wear the old one so you can walk around and could admire your beautiful body. “you’re stunning, petal. look at yourself,” predatory eyes…

#📂 — writing !!#akaza x reader #douma x reader #akaza x fem!reader #douma x fem!reader #kny akaza #kny douma #akaza drabble #douma drabble #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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2-dsimp · 2 months

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Praise

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(Fem reader)

🔞MDNI🔞

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Cw: deepthroating, creampie, praise kink, slight humiliation, oral m! Receiving, mention of overstimulation.

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The Givers

“Fuck…Fuck me, Princess you’re blowing my brains out with how your soft lips keep sucking the ever living fuck outta my cock. Yeah, just like that keep going, you’re doing such a fantastic job fer me. Awe are you thirsty? Don’t worry doll I’m about to give you some jizz milk in just a second”

He groaned.

Feeling the heat of your slick saliva encompassing his foreskin while your tongue mapped out his shaft. Trailing your tongue flat alongside the prominent veins that pulsated underneath your attention. Which caused his heavy balls that were noisily slapping the base of your chin to tighten up ready to burst at any moment. A feral lopsided grin was present on his lips as he tugged on your hair, stuffing his fat dick meanly down your throat before letting out a loud audible growl. His shaft throbbing meanwhile he deposited his salty man milk, coating your esophagus in a creamy white hue.

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The Overindulgent

“Please keep squeezing my cock with your sweet pussy baby! Uhn so delicious, feels sho wonderful I can’t stop… I can’t stop my hips. Don’t look at me like that, you know I can’t help it. It’s all your fault for being so tempting sweetheart! Haa the way your slick heat keeps suckling at my tip is driving me insane~”

He slurred.

Tears pricked his glistened eyes as he outwardly blamed you for how pent up he was. Sawing his long slender shaft in between your puffy pussy lips marinating it with your juices and left over cum he had spurted prematurely. Watching the way your gushy cunt suckled at his leaking blunted tip whenever he’d “accidentally” slip his cockhead inside. In a matter of seconds he became boneless at the sensitivity. And he whimpered bucking his hips while spraying bucket loads of his baby batter all over your simpering walls.

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The Teasers

“Mhm you look so beautiful covered in my seed darling~ Hmm? What was that? You said you want to be full of my dick? Well don’t worry sweetness, keep being a good girl for me and I’ll fuck into your precious twat until all you can feel the phantom shape of my cock inside your tight walls. My pretty girl would love that wouldn’t she?”

He hummed.

Methodically torturing you, his eyes filled with sadistic mirth as he pinched and toyed with your nipples forcing you to arch your back. While he began rubbing against his half massed dick between the crease of your asscheeks smearing his precum against your puckered anus and your dripping pussy. He relished in having you under his control, at you begging for him to give you exactly what you needed while he humped your sweet ass. He momentarily adjusted his hips so that his thick shaft could slide in nicely between your moist quivering thighs. Aiding him in taunting you with the idea of him plunging his cock inside your spasming cunt. While he snickered cruelly into your ear as he kept purposefully knocking his fat tip against your pearl with each controlled thrust.

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febuary30thday · 1 year

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Love

Yan! Uppermoons! + Muzan with an affectionate reader!

(Reader who likes giving hugs, kisses, and PDA, stuff like that)

(I'm sorry, but pookie always comes first 😫)

He is eating it up like it's his last meal

He may not be affectionate, but he likes it when you are

He's a major hypocrite

If he's not affectionate and then you take it as him not liking affection and stop, he'll hate it

He will demand an answer and when you explain it to him, he is not understanding

He will yell at you if needed (When he doesn't have your devotion)

He thinks that your affection is a sign of your devotion, and he needs your devotion

He only lets Kokushibo near you

His love language to you is gift-giving and words of affirmation

He'll buy you flowers, praise you, and rope you in

He knows exactly how to rope you in

He gives you punishments, even if you haven't done anything wrong, to test you

He needs you completely devoted to him and your attention only on him

If your attention is on something else, he will emotionally manipulate you, and make you dependent on him and only him

Don't try to resist

He turns you into a demon, so that he can read your thoughts and control you for his own needs

If you listen and stay affectionate, you live happily ish.

If you don't listen..... you don't want to know what happens

"Just stay devoted and love only me, darling, if you do, I'll provide you with the best life you could ever have."

With a man as stoic as him, you'd think he would like affection, right?

Wrong.

It makes him feel weak, and it feels like he's getting soft

The minute he feels weak, is the minute he thinks about Yoriichi, and trust me, that doesn't end well

That's what he thought about affection

Until you won his heart, and became the obsession of his life

The reason he lives, breathes, and becomes more powerful, is because of you

He is a lot more forceful in what he wants, and he is very straightforward about his intentions

He isn't good at emotional manipulation, but he is very good at intimidation, and, what are you going to do?

He loves your affection, and he is very affectionate as well, when he wants to be

He will stop you from whatever you're doing if he wants to kiss you, or cuddle you

DON'T try to stop him

He likes leaving his sword at his feet when he cuddles you, keeping his eye on it, and also showing you how vulnerable he is to you

He knows you love him, but he needs constant reassurance, believe it or not, he's very insecure

He will never admit this

Stay by his side, and he will treat you right

He also does turn you into a demon, because he can't stand the thought of being without you

"I'm completely vulnerable with you right now. I'm showing you my devotion, and I expect you to show me your devotion as well."

He loves it

It's his excuse to always cling to you

He is also affectionate as well, so you two go hand-in-hand

He makes his followers worship you as well, proclaiming that you are a deity, and they listen

He turns you into a demon pretty early when he realizes he wants you

He always keeps you on his lap

He is also very cheeky with his intentions, so sometimes he makes you wear the clothes of his followers

He uses it as an excuse to defile you

He spoils you like crazy

He is soft and gentle with his touches, believing you to be fragile

He treats you like porcelain (Not in the bedroom)

He teases you and is also very flirty

He does love you and will cuddle and coddle you always

As long as you are with him for eternity, he will love you

If he sees any of his male followers looking at you wrongly, he kills them off, despite having no intention to eat them

He makes you dependent on him as well, but also allows you some freedom, he isn't completely restrictive

Believe it or not, Akaza feels pity for you

Douma talks about you every chance he gets, he is very brave and open

Everyone's tired of it

"I love you, snowflake! You should stay with me for eternity! I promise to love you!"

He likes it, but is pretty mellow with his affection

He is very romantic, and also very possessive

He does say you are weak, but he only says that because he wants you to stay with him

He constantly says how he can protect you

He is afraid of losing you, so he appreciates the little things you do as well

Turning you into a demon was his choice, but he does feel a little bad

He hates leaving you alone so he completes his missions quickly

He takes you out, only when he's with you

He does like hugging and kissing you, but doesn't smother you like Douma does

He just likes showing you he loves you

He's trying, give him some time

He's kind of bad at the whole 'being in love thing' but he knows how to express love

He doesn't punish you as often, if at all, he hates doing that

He doesn't use underhand tactics to make you dependent on him, he kind of just does it on accident

He needs you to live, breathe and survive

He does love seeing you happy and would do anything for you

"Please don't leave me. I can't live without you."

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katwatcheskny · 1 year

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Hi I hope you're fine :) I'd like to request a dabble with Doma and a female slayer. Like Mitsuri this slayer dreams of findind a husband who's stronger than her. So when Doma and the Slayer meet BOOM he falls in love, and when they fight he's like "you said you wanted a husband stronger than you. Well, here I am~". And now she has to deal with this motherfucker who's always following her around, fighting her (and winning) to try to win her heart. (thank you sorry this was long lol)

douma's crush wants to marry someone strong

type: drabble

pronouns: she/her/herself

word count: 1449

content warning: mentions of blood, depictions of injury

a/n: hello! i literally could not think of a better title. but i did like this request. douma is a surprisingly easy character to write for, which was very surprising to be honest. but i do enjoy it. this was fun to finally get to and i hope it's enjoyable. it came out more yandere than i thought it would, but that's where my brain took me. idk, the demons with human readers often come off as slightly yandere.

She had said it once aloud.

He was a foolish hinoe, meant to accompany her in slaying a lower moon. His name was Taka… Takashi? No, it was Takahiro, she was sure now. He had dark hair and unremarkable features, he was shaking so terribly, sure that he would not survive the night. (Y/N) could not fault him for being afraid, that would be monstrous of her to be so apathetic, so uncompassionate.

Takahiro survived that night. Not on any merit of his own, but rather from sheer luck and the abilities of the hashira he had been assigned to, saving him from what would have been a terrible fate. (Y/N) had never minded saving her fellow demon slayers, it was not as though they could afford to keep bleeding numbers the way they did regularly. (Y/N) did not mind saving Takahiro, he was a good person who she was fond of, and thought deserved better than to die at the hands of some despicable demon.

His fear was not what made him foolish to her. But rather, it was what he did from the small courage he gained after surviving a deathly battle that caused her to always remember him as a fool. When he asked her to marry him.

It made her cringe to remember it now.

Perhaps, she should have said ‘yes’ and been a silly, foolish girl. Like some romantic, lovesick girl who allowed herself to get swept up by the first decent man to offer to marry her and live an ordinary life as some unimpressive man’s wife. But, (Y/N) would never have become a hashira if she was someone who aspired to live an unexceptional life and settle for less.

“I am sorry. I would only marry a man who is stronger than me.”

That was the only time she could recall ever voicing that notion aloud. There would never be another circumstance where she could imagine herself saying that. It was not as though she was proposed to everyday, nor that she needed to reject a marriage proposal and cite her reasoning. Instead, she kept it to herself and only reflected on her dream of a strong husband in her sleep.

Now, (Y/N) was bleeding. She was sure that she had some broken ribs. Her foot was sprained, and with each amount of pressure she kept putting on it by refusing to lie down and die, (Y/N) threatened to tear a ligament and detach it from the bone. There was a ringing in her ears, were they bleeding too? She could smell her own blood, her nose was not broken. Three of her fingers are, though, and she struggled to hold her sword in both hands. (Y/N) had never been so brutalized in a battle before. A part of her told her that this must be her time, this would be the demon who kills her.

At least it is an upper moon who would do her in. Upper two, no less.

She continued to hold herself up, despite her damaged internal organs and broken bones, determined to fight until the end. There would be no shame in dying then, (Y/N) told herself. It would be a worthy death of a hashira, even if she would never have her impossible dreams and hopes.

He had been playing with her for a while now, she had realized a while ago as she tried to steady her breathing enough to use her breathing style. (Y/N) had known that the strength of the upper moons was to be feared. While the ranks of the lower ranks had been changed over the millennia as the demon slayers had managed to kill them from time to time, the upper ranks had not. An upper moon had not been killed in hundreds of years. That was their power, their ruthlessness, their competency. Their strength.

“Nothing to say now?! No teasing of how you want to eat me like you did my Tsuguko, you bastard?!” It was a bit undignified of her to taunt this demon who watched her quietly, holding his fans to his face to hide his expression. But, she had hit her head pretty hard a while ago and she would be dying very soon. Dignity was not her greatest concern anymore.

(Y/N) tired of awaiting her death, took her final lunge at him in her fifth form. She watched as the demon finally moved, his fans prepared to deliver what is for sure to be the killing blow if she is lucky enough to have a quick death.

The blow did not hit her. She felt an impact, a gust of air that felt like a winter’s blizzard nipping away at her nose and cheeks, burning them red and wiping her hair uncontrollably. But, she did not feel as though she had been struck. (Y/N) still felt as though she was whole as she finished her final form.

Her nichirin sword had been cut in half, she realized all too late. She stood less than three feet from him, she could smell her dear successor’s blood on his lips (or was that still her blood she was smelling?) She stared at his chest, what remained of her blade was stabbed into his midsection, not that it was worth anything. (Y/N) could not bring herself to look up, only watching as her hands began to shake as she realized that she was really going to die.

The demon dropped its weapons, they were more than unnecessary now. She had no means of fighting back anymore, he could kill her in an instant with his bare hands. In lieu of ripping her apart, the upper moon brought his hand to cradle her chin, his long, painted nails trailing her jaw.

“Oh, my dear (Y/N), I have no doubt you would be quite delicious.” She felt him prick her cheek with one of those sharp nails of his, and a thin line of crimson blood ran down her cheek. His grasp was as strong as he expected, (Y/N) was powerless to escape his grasp and her will to fight him waned. He lifted her, he was very tall she now realized, bringing her closer to him by the grip on her face. (Y/N) dared to look up at him. He was more human-looking than most demons she had slain before, but inhumane all the same. With that pale skin and those rainbow pastel eyes. His tone was so jovial and light-hearted, “but why would I waste such a perfect bride?”

(Y/N)’s eyes snapped open, painfully wide as though she had awoken from a nightmare. Her ears were still ringing, they were probably bleeding, she would have thought she went deaf but she heard him with perfect clarity. He was so close she could feel his breath, and he spoke so gleefully. There had to be some mistake, though. This demon couldn’t have called her a bride?

His free hand ripped what remained of her sword from his chest cavity and tossed it aside. He wrapped his arm around the underside of her thighs and lifted her from her tiptoes to his eye level, her feet hanging pitifully in the air, her body pressed up against his, as though they were lovers embracing. His other hand wandered from her chin to her cheek to her hair, an attempt at affection, she decided. The upper moon smiled so widely, he closed his colorful eyes and exposed the fangs of his teeth with his grin.

“You said that you wanted a strong husband.” The memories of that foolish boy, the battle with a lower moon, her miraculous victory, and her rejection of his proposal flooded back to her. She had never told anyone else that she desired a husband stronger than her, never said those words aloud before or again after that. Had he been there that day? If he hadn’t been, then this demon could read her very thoughts. “Oh, my poor (Y/N), you don’t have to be sad anymore. I am here now, the husband you desired.”

The pale-haired demon, Douma, pressed a kiss to her cheek where his sharp nail had nicked her earlier. She was surprised when she did not cringe from his touch, instead she only subconsciously surrendered. (Y/N) was so exhausted and her mind was so disorientated, but a dark part of her was just grateful that she was not going to die. That in a sick way, she was safe.

He licked the trail of blood as he pulled away. “So sweet, my little bride.”

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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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sunandflame · 9 months

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Can I request headcanons to the hashira or upper moons being called cute by the reader??

Big apologies for taking so long 🙇‍♀️ I will go with the first three Uppermoons since I am not feeling it for the other ones and especially not for Gyokkos fugly ass. Sorry for all his simps, I respect you, but he is just... simply not for me. I am sure there are another amazing writers out there who would gladly write him, but it's unfortunately not me. Sorry 🫣

Uppermoon's being called cute

Warnings: None

Word Count: 359

Pairing: Uppermoon x Fem!Reader

crossposted on AO3

Kokushibo

At first, he would ignore you. Act like he didn't hear it.

But your repeating would force him to react.

And that will make him blatantly stare at you. With his 6 eyes. Trying to intimidate you.

But it fails miserably, since you think he is oh so cute. (I would be intimidated and horny)

You start to cock your head and tell him again with a smile.

A long sigh comes from him. Of course he had heard that he appears dignified and majestic, but not 'cute'.

He comes closer to you, towering you with his height as he lowers his 6 eyes onto you.

"Nobody... dared to call me cute..."

"Well then they are blind."You got balls.

And fortunately, he likes it.

A rare little smile cracks on the corner of his mouth. "You may... accompany me on my next mission..."

Jackpot

Douma

"Kyaa Y/N-chaaaan! You are waaay cuter than me"

He would look at you with his beautiful rainbow eyes that you love so much.

You shake your head. "No, you are cuter"

"No you."

"No you!"

"No you"

"Okay fine we are both very cute"

"No Y/N-chan I still have to disagree. You are a female and they usually provide more nutritions which in turn taste sweeter!"

And while he said that he looked at you a little bit hungrier than usual.

Run.

Akaza

He would first think that he just misheard you.

"Huh?"

You repeated yourself and gave him a sugar-sweet smile.

A surprised look on his eyes while he blinks with his pretty pink eyelashes.

Was that a faint blush on his cheeks?

You tried to get a closer look, but he turned away because you had gotten too close to him.

"Akaza-sama you are even cuter like this!"

"Stop saying things like this!"

"But it's true!"

"Y/N..." His tone was warning.

But you couldn't help but giggle. "Even more cute now"

A sigh as he gave up, the faint blush still on his cheek. "Fine, will you stop calling me like that if I accept it?"

But you only stuck your tongue out at him to tease him even more.

I think you got him.

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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— How dare you?

Pairing: Yandere Douma x GN reader

Summary: While Douma is busy with other things, he has assigned a follower of his to watch you. But, what if they dislike you?

Warnings: Yandere behavior, details of decapitation, and a dead body, abuse towards reader (not by douma), threats.

The room was uncomfortable. It was quiet, odd… different from when Douma was here.

You were used to his loud and teasing voice, physical touches that were too tight, and his playful tricks that always warmed your heart. But this quietness was…. A difference.

“Nyaa~!! You’re so cute!” Douma expressed while pinching your cheeks — his grin showing off his very pointy teeth and reflecting eyes. You hummed in response, gently pushing off his pointy claws before rubbing your cheeks. “That hurts, Douma.”

“I couldn’t help myself! You’re just so adorable,” He stated in excitement, his black crown tilting to the side with his head as his hand rested on his cheek, looking at you with his rainbow eyes.

Your body and face were hurting, bruises forming from how mad and irritated the so-called ‘follower’ had hit you. When leaving, Douma had summoned a follower — a trusted woman who promised to adore and watch over you as he went out.

But as the hours went on, the more irritated she was; looking at you with such hatred and jealousy. While you did try to make conversation with her, she never replied or did blunt ones; an occasional hum or a ‘yeah’ thrown your way.

While she was quiet and ignoring you, she had left a few minutes ago to retrieve food for you. Which you were grateful for as you were hungry.

It felt like hours — days even since Douma was gone. You wanted him here, gently caressing your skin as he kissed your forehead.

His sweet lotus and warm sun to an amber fragrance that always helps you calm down.

“Your hair is so dirty, Douma-san,” You say loudly while helping with Douma’s hair, brushing the knotted blood and leaves stuck in his hair.

He hummed in response, leaning more into you as he let your mind run — either letting you know he listened to what you said, or simply agreeing with your statement. Who knows?

But, the minute he saw you looking at him in the vanity mirror, watching you smile to yourself while brushing his hair. It made him feel somewhat special — a feeling he’s never felt before.

“You’re so mean!! Pet me, darling!” He states with a smile, his rainbowed eyes shining in the orange lamps nearby as he pulls your waist close to his face, which makes his teeth nip at your torso.

A tear ran down your face, which you quickly wiped. Wondering how long you’ve been locked in this small, crowded room. You do miss him, don’t you?

Suddenly, the shoji slammed open, causing you to flinch and let out a pity yelp.

“Why are you still on the ground? You’re haori will get dirty.” The follower snickered.

She walked in and placed a food tray onto the small-lowered table, consisting of miso soup, soba, some side tangerines, and a rice bowl, along with a steaming cup of green tea.

It looked somewhat appetizing.

“Eat up, this is all yur’ getting.” She stated while turning her back towards you, walking to the mirror to fix up her hair.

But as you continue staring at her, she makes direct eye contact with you in the mirror.

Gulping, you looked away and averted your gaze to the floor, unsure of what to do. This is very awkward.

You heard a sigh coming from her, “Really? What a waste of food. Y’know, people would die for that kind of stuff.” She scoffed, almost unbelievable at you ‘wasting the food’.

It’s not that you weren’t hungry — you very were. It’s just… you were intimidated by the woman.

Hesitantly looking at the dish, you reached over and grabbed the tea, smelling the cup.

It was steaming — you felt it on your nose and cheeks, grazing against it. You were hesitant to drink it, it smelled off.

“Stop worrying so much, it’s like I didn’t poison it!” The woman stated, pushing the drink more down your throat, forcing it to pass your sealed lips and into your mouth.

It burned.

You couldn’t breathe. The taste violated your throat, burning and crawling at the insides as it went down.

It sunk into your tongue, choking and corking it.

You spat out the hot water, ruining your outfit and staining the floors.

“Hey! Watch it!” She screamed.

“What is wrong with you!” She yelled at you again, getting up while brushing her dress that was drenched in hot tea. “You ruined it! Look at it, you imbecile!”

“I’m sorry!” You apologized, coughing at the burning taste as your eyes water. “I– am, let me help!” Grabbing tissues nearby, you reached over to start dabbing at her clothing before she pushed you away.

Hitting the ground, you let out a small ‘ouch’ before yelling out in pain as the woman kneeled and grabbed your hair, yanking it back with a fist full of your hair.

Struggling against her grip, you tried to scream but she slammed a hand over your mouth.

“I’ll kill you right here and now!” She screamed at you, looking at you with her face turning cherry-red. “I don’t see why Douma-san likes you! You’re worthless, idiotic, and a piece of garbage that deserves to be burnt!”

You stopped struggling. Tears soon form in your eyes and fall down your cheeks. You grasped her hands as they tightened against your scalp.

“Please let me go, it was an accident!” You requested against her rough palms.

At this point, she went crazy. Her other fist balled up, making its way toward you with such speed that you didn’t even feel the wind graze against your skin. You expected — almost felt the punch.

But, the hit never reached you. Instead, you were greeted with her entire arm being held in a tight grip by Douma’s hold. The sounds of the woman's failed gasps could be seen and heard.

“How dare you.”

Douma’s rage was indefinite. His eyes highlighted sharply in the lamps, and his veins and stoic face showed so violently as his fan was raised to his face, closing with the golden marks shining.

“How could you say something so cruel, Kimiko?” He asked, his head tilting. His eyes were completely emotionless — a different look from how he looked at you.

Her face dropped. A look of fear rose instead of anger. Immediately, she started stuttering, words failing to come out in a complete sense. “Do–uma! I’m so sorry, p-please forgive me!”

But, her words were drowned out by the sounds of her bone cracking, her agonized screams shot through the room as she tried pulling away from his tight hold. But to no avail, he kept holding and tightening his shift to make sure she hurt.

He continued crushing her arm, his face staying the same as she continued screaming.

Screams that were begging, pleading — horrifying sounds that were telling him to ‘let go!’ and ‘I won’t do it again!’.

Finally, after what felt like an entirety, he let go. But continued staring at her with his emotionless eyes.

Stumbling upward onto your knees, you reached over and pulled his shirt; slightly catching his attention as you saw his hand twitch.

However, he ignored you.

Within a second, he raised his hand with his fan and blood splattered throughout the walls and floor. Her head was separated from her body, disappearing and exploding in confetti amongst the walls in deep red.

It happened so fast that you didn’t get the time to blink.

“What else did she do?” He asked bluntly.

Turning towards you with an angered face — his veins popping out, his engraved number growing in size, and fangs barring with a slight hiss.

Although they immediately shrinked the minute he sees your stressed-out face.

He reached down for you, in which you were swept into his big arms and carried to the bed. As Douma plopped you down onto the soft mattress, tears started forming in your eyes again, falling from the event that took place.

The tears were wiped away with sharp fingers. As you reopen your eyes, you connect with bright ones.

Sitting down in front of you, Douma gently grabbed your face, turning it to the side to examine the forming bruise.

“What else did she do while I was gone, hm?” He asked, but sounded more like a demand by the tone of his voice.

His playful tone came back, watching you as you reflexively pull at the damped haori.

He looked at the haori and saw what you were doing, which he grabbed it, and peeled it off from you.

“I’ll call the maids to clean this–” He smiled and hinted at the scene behind him, “–and get you some new clothes.”

Suddenly, he grabbed your hands and brought them to his lips. He licked your finger, and you winced at the slight sting; not noticing you had gotten a cut.

He giggled, laughing at your reaction. His hands slid behind your back and pushed you closer to his chest, making you lean on him. Taking a deep breath, you were assured of safety with his presence.

Feeling his slow heartbeat, it was calming — something you needed.

His chin lays on top of your head, his grip tightening as his other hand traveled to the back of your head, slightly massaging your sore spot.

“Nobody touches you without my permission.”

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pinejayy · 8 months

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╰┈➤ Scars || Demon Slayer Drabbles/Headcanons

including: the upper moons

summary: @haikiria-san asked for upper moons having their significant other having scars and a story like obanai.

warnings: scar mention,, bad past

Kokushibo

-He would disappointed in the people who mistreated you, like how could someone treat a human being so badly? And to also harm them and treat them like some kind of animal. But you don't need to worry about getting hurt anymore, he will protect you, and if anyone tries to lay a finger on you he'll hurt them and make them suffer. And he also knows that you could be very insecure about your scars on your face and he always tries his best to cheer you up. The Demon doesn't mind if you cover them up or not, he won't push you into showing him your scars. But if you do show him your scars he place gentle kisses along them. And whisper sweet things. "I know you're hurting my love, but from now on I'll protect you."

Kokushibo will gladly hold you close as you vent about your past, and as you're venting he'll run his fingers along your shoulders and place small kisses along your face.

Kokushibo will protect you like there's no tomorrow, he doesn't allow the other Upper Moons near you, and if they dare say anything about your scars he will slash their throats.

Douma

-He would be very interested into your past, you had a tragic back story. He knew human being were terrible creatures but he didn't know that they were capable of hurting someone so badly, to have them locked in a cage and to scar them. When you opened up to him he was shocked that you had so much trust on him and yes you were hesitant at first but you really do care about him and with that being said he will protect you. He won't allow anyone near you, and oh boy! If one of his Cult members were to get near you he'll give them a slow death. Also Douma can't help it but admire your scars, like he says they give you personality and that you look like you're always smiling. "I know I can't change the past, but I will protect you from now on."

Douma's favorited thing to do is run his nails along your scars as your sitting on his lap. "My, what beauty scars my Love, they really do bring you together."

Douma is a prick tbh, but he does care about you. Well in his own way, yes he's very playful but he will do anything to protect you. No one will harm you while you belong to him.

Akaza

-Oh boy! He would be heart broken. How could someone you call family hurt you and lock you in a cage! How could a parent do that to their child and not feel bad for it. He wishes he could save you back then, but he can't change the past. But he can protect you for the future. And he will! Akaza felt really connected when you told him about your past, and when you showed him your scars. He really felt appreciated that you have trust in him. Even with him being an Upper Moon, you still trusted him. With that being said this boy won't let anyone harm you, he will always keep an eye on you. He will always be by your side, he just wants to make you feel safe and loved. And your scars won't change anything, he'll see them as battle scars. “With me by your side no one will hurt you, not a single soul my Dear.”

Akaza would want to be by your side all the time, but that's not possible with him going on missions. So before leaving for a mission he'll give you a big hug and kiss your scars. "I'll be back soon as possible Y/N."

Akaza hates the other Upper Moons especially Douma. So if Douma were to say something about you or your scars he would see red.

Hantengu

-Oh Gezz...This man would be sobbing like crazy when you told him about your past. How could Humans be so terrible, how could they do that to an innocent child! Hantengu just wants to sob as he holds you close, he wants to be there for you. And when you showed him your scars he went crazy. You had so much trust in him! And him from all Demons! But he can’t help but feel anger towards the people who did this to you, if he could he would slaughter them and eat their flesh. But since they are dead he only hopes that they are burning in hell. That’s where they belong. But Hantengu promised you that he will protect you, and he will always be by your side like a lost puppy. "I wish I could make the people who caused you so much pain suffer."

Hantengu would be less of a crying coward around you, he wants to be the one to protect you. And he will protect you, and if you need more protection he won't hesitate to send the clones to protect you. Because wow imagine four Demons protecting you. Now that's a story for a other time.

Hantengu can't help but feel sadness when he sees your scars. He'll hold you and cry softly. "Oh my Love, I'll keep you safe."

Gyokko

-Hyo Hyo Hyo! When you told him about your tragic past he couldn't help but laugh at you. Was this some kind of sick joke of yours? So at first he didn't take you so seriously but when you showed him your scars to prove your point he went pale...paler? So you weren't lying about your past? And if so why did you tell him? Did you really trust him that much and if you did he was touched. I mean of course you would trust him, I mean who wouldn't! But Gyokko would honestly pity you about your past but then again humans are terrible so he isn't surprised that someone could do this. But this doesn't change the way he thinks about you, you're still the same person he fell in love with. But from now on he's going to protect you and keep an eye on you. "Don't worry my precious Art Piece, when you're with me nothing will hurt you."

Gyokko would act like he doesn't really care about your past but deep down he feels bad. Yes he knows how humans can be, but why you? What did you do to deserve this pain?

Gyokko would look at your scars "Hmm...I know it hurts. But it makes you unique."

Gyutaro

-A other reason why he hates humans, how could someone do this to you! Especially if they were your family. How could your family lock you up in a cage and cause damage to your beautiful face. Family are supposed to protect and love each other! But he does feel appropriated when you did open up to him about your past and when you showed him your scars. When he saw your scars he couldn't help but run a shaky finger on your scars. Frowning and shaking his head in disappointment. Gyutaro wishes he could make your family pay for what they did. But as for now he will protect you along with protecting Daki. You two are the only things he cares about in this cruel world. "Y/N, I promise to love and protect you. Nothing will harm you ever again. Not on my watch."

Gyutaro hates whenever anyone goes near you, well besides Daki. She is the only person he can trust. But anyone else is a big no. And if they go near you he'll rip their heads off.

Gyutaro won't care about your scars, and if you're feeling insecure about them he'll kiss them gently and remind you how beautiful and strong you are.

#demon slayer #kny #x reader #reader insert #kokushibo #Douma #akaza #hantengu #Gyokko #gyutaro #Headcanons #drabble

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doumadono · 9 months

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Hey. I’d been putting off making an emergency rq in the hopes that things would get better, but unfortunately they have not. I’m feeling very unhappy and bored, like I’m not going anywhere. I’m content and restless at the same time and it’s incredibly frustrating. I also require large amounts of stimulation to not feel bored which I am having difficulty finding.I hate it and idk what to do so yea. Also not helping is the fact that my skin condition gets worse in summer (it causes my feet to get v sore from walking, standing, and overall doing stuff and causes difficulty walking without a limp).

With this in mind, I’d like to ask for some headcanons of douma doing something stimulating (rock climbing, ice skating, etc) with reader bc they’ve been unhappy and bored for a couple weeks. Thank you <3

Douma & bored s/o - headcanons

A/N: Hi, darling, I'm really sorry to hear that things have been tough lately. It sounds like you're dealing with a lot, and I can understand how frustrating and challenging it must be. Finding ways to cope with boredom and restlessness can be a real struggle, especially when facing other physical challenges too. If you're open to it, exploring new activities or hobbies that align with your interests might help alleviate some of the boredom! ♥

MASTERLIST

When Douma notices your unhappiness, he decides to surprise you with a magical ice skating experience. Using his Blood Demon Art, he creates a private ice rink in a serene, moonlit clearing. Hand in hand, you glide across the ice. He takes extra care to ensure you feel safe and supported as you twirl and laugh together. "You're doing great, darling!"

To help lift your spirits, Douma suggests you engage in ice sculpting. He provides you with tools that make shaping the ice easier and guides you through the process. As you work side by side, he listens attentively to your thoughts and shares stories about his past experiences, fostering a deeper connection between you.

He suggests an outdoor activity to clear your mind. He takes you on a hiking trail through a picturesque forest, the moonlight filtering through the trees in dappled patterns.

To lift you spirits, Douma arranges a dance workshop in a secluded room within his quarters. He leads you through various dance styles, from traditional to modern, encouraging you to let loose and have fun. "Life is full of surprises, my dear. Let the music guide your movements, Y/N!"

Observing your desire for something new, Douma suggests an intriguing skill to master: Tessenjutsu, the art of using the Japanese war fan in combat. "It's a graceful yet formidable art."

Despite his lack of personal experience with human food (he ate it hundreds of years ago), Douma decides to embark on a culinary adventure by offering to teach you how to cook. "Cooking? I'm excited to learn, but aren't you a demon?" You remark. "Indeed, but I have observed many human activities over the years. Let's explore the realm of flavors together!"

Inspired by a desire to share a piece of artistic world, Douma introduces you to a biwa, a traditional Japanese musical instrument. Douma provides you with a beautifully crafted biwa and patiently explains its strings, frets, and techniques.

#kny douma #douma #douma x reader #douma demon slayer #douma x you #douma x y/n #douma headcanons #emergency request #douma kimetsu no yaiba #douma kny #kny fluff #douma fluff #kny headcanons #divider by cafekitsune #upper moon two #kny drabble

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kyojurismo · 11 months

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DOUMA AND MUZAN HEADCANONS ON HOW THEY FINGER THEIR S/O??👀 I'd actually prefer a female s/o but you can do however you like!!thank you!

# muzan kibutsuji & douma

tags : nsfw, fem!reader, fingering, lemme know if i forgot sum.

a/n : sorry if it’s short ):

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

muzan loves watching you squirm because he starts with teasing you

like a lot

a few flicks over your clit, tracing your entrance with his finger, gathering all the wetness gushing out

when he get tired of playing with your clit, muzan slips a couple of fingers in

you take them pretty easily because you’re really wet

and the squelching sounds coming from between your legs make him want to move his fingers faster, watching how you lift your hips from the futon

clearly seeking more

“stay still,” he pushes his free hand on your lower stomach and pins you to the bed, making you moan

“messy girl…” he whispers as he watches your sweet juices gather around his thick fingers, as he keeps pushing them in and out at a quick pace

the way he would overstimulate you, like making you cum 3 or 4 times from his fingers only before finally getting down to the real business 👀

DOUMA

100% slaps your pussy

rearranges your inside while trying to find your g-spot just to hear you scream his name

douma would definitely touch your clit until you have to push his hand away, crying

he just loves making you cum from just that

then he finally push two fingers in, scissoring them and hitting that spongy spot inside of your warm channel

“there, petal? yeah, look how much you’re trembling right now,” he’s smirking down at you while you’re whining and trembling under him

his fingers move slowly at first and then he adds a third finger and starts moving them faster, making you see stars

douma watches you with lust in his eyes, finding pleasure in seeing you in such status thanks to him

“you’re making a mess, darling..” he chuckles as you cum hard around his fingers, wetting your thighs and the sheets below

you can give him some more, you haven’t even started

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

#📂 — writing !!#muzan kibutsuji x reader #douma x reader #muzan kibutsuji drabble #muzan kibutsuji blurb #muzan kibutsuji imagine #muzan kibutsuji fanfic #douma drabble #douma blurb #douma imagine #douma fanfic #kny muzan #kny douma #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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professionalakazasimp · 10 months

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Douma x Reader

Part 4

_interactive game_

(AFAB READER)

Choice made~

"Inspect the room you're currently in as well as look for what little belongings you had"

Warnings: Invasion of personal space.

You stand up from the matted floor in the dimly lit room, deciding to look around the place in hopes of discovering clues on where you even were and hopefully find your things

"Should I go out and look around...?"

You ask yourself before proceeding with your self assigned task.

"Probably shouldn't..."

You always had a sense of embarrassment whenever you were in another person's house. You could never make yourself at home even after being encouraged to do so. Hell, you couldn't even properly talk to people. You didn't know whether you were introverted or just shy.

"What's that-?"

Your keen eyes notice a set of drawers in the corner of the room.

With slow, injured steps, you approach them, grabbing at the handle with your thin and small fingers.

"Huh"

Locked. It's locked.

You shake the handle aggressively, just in case it was stuck, but no. It was quite definitely locked.

You even open the other two drawers underneath the ones that were locked, but they were entirely empty.

"God, it's like this place is baby proofed for me..."

A sliding door decorated with lotus patterns, attached to the room's wall caught your attention.

"Hm."

Sliding it open, you discover your original clothes, bag and your lucky hairpin, all tidily kept for you to find. This Douma guy is actually really nice and considerate. Maybe your mind has just lost the ability to trust properly again after being betrayed by your own parents. Not to mention, he's actually pretty good looking...

"Oh, and some books and blankets too? Guess I won't be bored after all."

You smile optimistically before realizing you were actually starving.

"I'll endure it. Just gonna wait for him to ask first..."

About 20 minutes passed. They passed by pretty fast as your mind was really concentrated on a book you were reading.

The sound of the door slowly sliding open snaps you back to reality, your eyes meeting his rainbow ones.

"You're back. Hello-!"

You greet, kind of glad he was back.

"Hey, I sure hope you didn't get bored to death here!"

Chuckling at his own words, he takes a seat beside you as a person walks in with a tray of food.

"You're going to need to eat food to get your energy back up." He says, warmly.

You nod cheerfully before beginning to eat until you mostly finished it. It was all a little awkward, as he was staring at you the entire time but you pulled through.

Once again, he invades your personal space, pulling up the sleeves of your clothes. Inspecting your arm carefully. His grip was a little too firm though.

"Only a few cuts. Are you injured anywhere else?

He pretended to be concerned, gently holding your hands. Holy shit this guy's nails are long and sharp.

#kny x reader #demon slayer #kny douma #kny x y/n #douma imagine #douma x reader #douma kimetsu no yaiba #kimestu no yaiba #kny drabble #kny fanfic

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nkogneatho · 2 years

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— # 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀.

—cw: gn!reader, modern au, hurt/comfort.

#m.list #milfhub #ko-fi

#5:32 𝐚𝐦.

Appreciating little things is one of the best key to a happy relationship. It's not really something to focus on, because it just happens. But sometimes, things take a bad turn and you are so furious that you forget to notice that little nice gesture.

Douma and you had an arguement last night. Yeah, it sucked. Because it was petty, filled with sentences not true, mouth spitting out things you don't actually mean. You thought it'd all be better in the morning, but there was just awkwardness in the eye contacts and one word conversations. Not a single "sorry" was yet spoken. Head still high on the ego.

Yes, ego shouldn't have a place when it comes to a relationship. Although people fail to realize that sometimes, you don't want things to make sense. You don't want to act like an adult because it's exhausting. You just want to act like a kid because that's how you used to get what you always wanted when you were little.

You had been staring at your phone for a while now. Scrolling up and down, ears perking up like a cat's at the notification sound, only to be disappointed to not see the name you were hoping to. Even your favorite tv show was now boring, you feel like sleeping, exhausted from the chaos on your mind.

Douma came in unannounced, thinking he doesn't need to since you might not want to see him anyways after the fight (but he was wrong). He enetered the hall only to see you passed out on the couch. He stepped closer, slowly covering you with the blanket tossed aside. He gazed at your pretty face. You looked so beautiful even in your sleep. Disturbing you would while sleeping would be the last thing he'd want so he got up and was walking away til'he heard a little "s...sorry." He stopped and turned.

"What?" Turns out it was you just mumbling in your sleep.

"M sorry. Don't be...mad"

He settled down on his knees, heart thumping, the smile on his face dropped when he saw a single tear slipping from the edge of your eye.

"I'm sorry too. I love you, sweetheart." He pecked your forehead.

......

You woke uo to a sizzling sound of something cooking. Being still a little unconscious, you followed the smell to the kitchen to see Douma frying something in the pan.

"D...douma?"

"Not calling me baby anymore?" He questioned, catching you off guard. You thought he'd be upset. But he seemed to be rather relaxed.

"Listen. I'm sorry for whatever I said last night. I didn't mean any of it."

"You don't have to apologize twice," he said, tasting the sauce out of his fingers.

"Twice?" You stood there confused.

"Yeah. Seems like someone dreams of me a lot." He was so subtle, saying it with a wink. "Now taste this, my love. I made your favorite." He blew the smoke off the ladle to cool it down before making you taste them.

"Um my god. That's so delicious." He wiped the extra sauce sripping near your chin with his thumb, tasting it on his own lips.

"By the way, you haven't apologized back to me yet. You were mean too last night."

"I did apologize."

"When?"

"When you were sleeping. It's not my fault you didn't hear it, love."

"You know I hate you right?"

"You just hate me because you never thought you could love me this much." Ah! There it was. Another wink.

Taglist: @ella-simps @sleepy3 @a1zawa

#douma x reader #douma x gn!reader #kny fluff #kny x reader #kny x gn!reader #kny drabbles #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer fluff #kny angst #demon slayer angst #doma x reader

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rayasland · 2 years

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❛ HOW THEY COMFORT YOU >> KNY

inexperienced at comforting so they hold you in their arms until you're ready to tell them what happened. simple yet makes you fall harder.

giyuu, obanai, muichiro, kokushibou, zenitsu, SANEMI, gyomei, (not really inexperienced though), inosuke (IK IK BUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY), yoriichi

just knows how to cheer you up — buys you your favourite things, makes you laugh, and you dance together in your living room to your favourite song. he will do anything to see that sweet smile on your face. "there's that smile i've always loved."

uzui, rengoku, AKAZA, mitsuri, douma, tanjiro

thinks when someone is upset, it's better to leave them alone.

MUZAN, shinobu, muichiro, kokushibou

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katwatcheskny · 1 year

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idk how to describe it but i listen to bloody mary by lady gaga on loop when i write for douma. idk it's his and (y/n)'s song

#specifically the lines #‘i’ll tell them my religion's you’#and ‘I won't crucify the things you do’#i don't have tiktok #but youtube recced an hour sped up version #and i have been listening to it religiously #while writing a douma x reader drabble

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saetoshis · 2 years

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good morning my fellow douma + yuuta + draken luvers! (and possibly gojo...) i shall be posting these drabbles today 😋

#IM SO EXCITEDDD #if u wanna be tagged in any of these lmk!! more description in the event masterlist if u want clarification on what each drabble is abt!#other than dallas ofc ehehehe DOUMA IS BEING WRITTEN NOW its so $^$&@(!!?!!?#ill be mia for a small bit of today but ill be workin on these most of the day MWAHHH #[‹ moshi : posts ›]

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flametrashiraarchive · 9 months

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Succor 2

Muzan x GN!reader

Content warnings: oral sex, anal fingering, prostate milking, profanity, Muzan Kibutsuji.

NSFW MDNI.

Part 1

Follow up drabble to Part 1

Taglist: @hiraethsdesires @verose-tb @blamedbisexual @tsukiran

Muzan was livid. One of his upper ranks had fallen for the first time in more than a century, and the remaining demons of his so-called elite class were nothing more than pathetic fools, serving him with nothing but disappointment.

He let Gyokko's severed head plummet to the platform below, taking grim satisfaction from the wet thud it made when it landed. Hantengu yelped in fear, Akaza flinched, and Douma’s perpetual smile faded. Nothing could quell Muzan’s rage. Nothing.

"Muzan," you whispered from beneath his desk. He hadn’t known you were there, and your sudden appearance was nothing short of disarming.

You were his most depraved and alluring creation; a demon who was repulsed by the consumption of human flesh, but who garnered strength from Muzan's own fluids. And what strength it was. His breath caught as your hand slowly worked its way up his thigh.

Surely you couldn't still be hungry? You'd already sucked him dry not two hours ago.

And yet, as the fools groveled below, whimpering apologies and empty promises, your hands went to the fastening of his trousers and deftly undid it.

"Stop that," he hissed through his teeth, glowering at your pretty face. "Cease at once, you infernal slut. Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a mee–"

A shuddering breath escaped Muzan's throat as you took out his cock and used the very tip of your tongue to tease his opening.

Oh he could have torn your head off for such insubordination, and perhaps he should have, but as his knees buckled and he was forced to brace himself on the edge of his desk, he couldn't bring himself to stop you.

He fought to regain his composure as your hot, wet mouth surrounded his rapidly hardening cock and he tried to keep his voice level as he addressed the upper ranks. “I’d advise you all to act with more urgency from here on out. I suppose you’re not entirely at fault for your inadequacies.”

You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock and the veins in his forehead began to throb. He raised his voice once more to address the demons. “I’ve been too lenient with you because you’re upper ranks.”

He chanced a look down at you, and immediately regretted it. You gazed up at him with tears shimmering in your eyes as his dick grew to tease and nudge the back of your wretched throat. Oh, you were an abomination, a vulgar disgrace to demonkind, but he could not walk away from you. For all his power, he was devastatingly weak when it came to you and your depraved mouth.

He had to end the meeting.

“Gyokko, once you’ve confirmed that information to be true, you are to head over there with Hantengu at once."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a partition closed the pair of you off from the upper ranks, and he could finally let loose the growl caged behind his teeth. “You will be the death of me,” he hissed. “How many times must I feed you, my greedy slut?”

You simply sucked him harder in response.

"Curse you." His legs trembled beneath him; his weakness and helplessness only adding to his fury.

“Oh, fine, you licentious leech,” he snapped, putting his hands on the back of your head and thrusting into your mouth.

He pumped his hips, brutally fucking your face as you gagged and drooled over his cock, your eyes rolling as your tongue lapped at the precum weeping from his slit. With every thrust he reclaimed a little more power, a little of his tattered dignity. His toes curled inside the butter-soft leather of his shoes as exquisite pleasure built and spilled over.

With a grunt he unloaded down your throat. Your greedy tongue lapped at his cum as a deep groan burst from his throat. “Yes… swallow it all. There. Now I truly have nothing left to give you. Leave me be.”

His eyes widened as you yanked his trousers down entirely, exposing his backside.

“What are you– Oh I should destroy you,” he groaned as heat prickled along his cheeks and the top of his chest. He released his grip on your head to try to pull his trousers back up. “How dare you, how–”

His blood-red eyes widened. Your strength was truly astounding as you stood, catching him off guard and spinning him around before you placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the desk. The song of smashing glass and falling equipment drowned out his gasp.

“You dare–!” Muzan’s protest died on his tongue as you slipped your finger past the barrier of his lips and laid it flat on his tongue. His pupils narrowed to reptilian slits as indignation and arousal battled for dominance. He could bite your wretched finger off– in fact, he should have, but he found himself simply moaning around it as you lowered your head to take his cock into your mouth once more.

He licked the underside of your digit as his eyelids fluttered.

“Mmhh–” he sucked your finger, biting back a mewl as you pulled it free from his lips. “What are–” His body tensed as your finger delved between the plush cheeks of his ass, circling his hole, lubricating it with his own saliva.

You simply raised your eyes to meet his frantic gaze.

“You aren’t… fffuck.” His head lolled back as you continued your ministrations, your moan reverberating around his cock as you pushed past the taught ring of muscle to finger the soft flesh within.

He was helpless then; eyes wide, mouth agape around a silent cry, chest heaving as you fingered his hole.

“Damn… you…” he choked out, voice cracking as he lifted his legs higher, allowing you to press deeper. You hit a spot deep within him which made him see stars, “Oh… ohhpleasepleaseplease fuuuck…”

You seemed obscenely pleased as his cock started to weep, and you greedily swallowed down every drop which spilled out of him. Never in over a millenia had he been treated with such disrespect and made to feel so utterly helpless. He whined as he bore down on your degenerate fingers, furious as hot tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

Bringing up his arms to shield his face from your gaze, Muzan let his tears soak into the sleeves of his shirt as he rocked his hips, fucking himself on your fingers, taking you deeper.

"More, curse you. Another."

You obliged your king's request, pushing another finger past the barrier of his hole, scissoring them to widen him. His eager body responded to your touch, allowing you to push deeper and massage that exquisite spot deep within him.

His cock erupted onto your tongue as you milked him, pulsing pleasure and heat consuming him as he choked out your name. On and on, the pleasure consumed him, seemingly never ending. His mouth fell open, his lips drawn back to expose his fanged teeth as his groans turned to frantic whimpers. “I can’t I can’t I can’t I don’t… Gods, curse… you… I… oh fuck oh Gods please. Please. Please~”

His orgasm exploded then, sending sparks of scalding pleasure shooting throughout his body as you groaned in satisfaction, your wicked tongue lapping up every drop of his seed. His hands grasped at anything he could find, tearing pages from his notebooks and sending vials of ingredients flying from the desk.

“Mm,” you crooned as he lay on the desk, gasping for air, his body still pulsing with the aftershocks of your torment. “Such a good master, cumming so much for me.”

His crimson eyes widened at your praise, a muscle in his jaw leaping as he bit down the whine pressing at the back of his throat. “Silence.”

Forcing a deeper breath, he placed a hand on the back of your head and flexed his fingers in a muted show of affection. "Mmh… curse you."

You were by far the best and the worst demon he had ever created, and in that moment, he would gladly keep you by his side for eternity.

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