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slutsssphobia · 1 year

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'𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄!'

This request is just so mwah 🌹

Request!:""here me out,,,,, nsfw of douma and afab!reader of overstim, public(in front of Muzan), while the reader is a hashira but like he has to keep going, and temp play with ice?????"" Muzan could join to

Warnings!: Dom!douma,sub!fem!reader,Dom! muzan,mean!douma,mean!muzan,size kink,belly bulge,monster fucking,slight non con?(reader got kidnapped) dubious con, double penetration,blowjob mention, ice play, temperature play

A/n:this is my longest work so far 🍷

(little backround)

You had been out on a mission to seek out a location by the name of "internal paradise cult'' It was led by a demon you had to hunt down. 'Douma'. "Are you sure you can go alone?" Shinobu asked you while preparing your med kit in case you injure yourself on the journey. "There's no demon I can't take!" You said proudly. You've worked your ass off to claim your spot as a hashira, shinobu left you some extra food in case. She secured your basket and sent you off, your journey awaited you as you stepped into the forest. You had your head up high, your mind was set on this journey.

You grew to become tired and slumped yourself on a log and opened your prepared basket. You took a sip of water from your small jug. As you twisted the lid shut you heard something in the far distance.

Snap!

You quickly rose in defense and scanned the area for any threat. To your surprise it was just a small animal passing by. You sighed and placed your sword back on your side, you were about to depart but you sensed the presence of something behind you. Your head snapped to look at what was behind and your eyes widened.

"hello there.."

There stood a shadow looming over your small form, you immediately charged towards it and raised your sword to strike an attack but to your disadvantage your ankle had been grabbed by a strong force. You helped as the shadow revealed itself as the one and only.

Douma.

"looking for something? You seem puzzled dear!"

The demon let a stifled laugh, you struggled against his grip. You tried kicking him, you reached for your sword it was just out of reach. The demon noticed you reaching for your sword and smiled. "Aww you want this?"

Douma took your sword and threw it almost as far as a yard away. You were in a fit of fear, you fought for your release but the demon only sat you on his lap and toyed with your uniform. "Let me go!"

You cried as the demon unbuttoned your uniform slowly, the demon only ignored your pleas and continued. He licked his pale lips as your laced bra was revealed. You shuddered at the cold air hitting your warm skin, you hated how the demon had so much control over you. "Not so feisty now huh?"

Douma teased as he removed your black laced bra and freed your breasts from the confinement, you tried to cover your breast but your arms were put behind your back in order to restrain you. Douma took your hardened nipple in his mouth rolling the bud against his tongue. His warm tongue was making you go feral, he switched to your other nipple releasing with a small pop!

He gave the same treatment to the other and grinned at your reactions. Douma lifted your chin with his index and placed his lips on your warm ones. You tried to pull away but douma held you in place keeping you still. He bit your bottom lip harshly demanding entrance into your mouth. You refused. You kept your fighting spirit, you couldn't give in.

Douma saw right through you and bit harsher, it made you whimper and leave your mouth agape for doumas tongue to slip in. He moaned into your mouth sending a warm fuzzy feeling to your core. You felt a wetness form in your panties. Your body was failing you, you couldn't be aroused! This a demon we are talking about for crying out loud!

Douma smirked and pulled away from the steamy kiss. "Someone's excited..you're gonna have to wait darling~"

Douma pecked your lips once more before your vision went black.

"did you find her?" Muzan asked douma as he was sitting on his throne head titled down.

"yes Lord muzan" douma replied bowing before the demon king, douma had brought you in due to muzan's orders. Of course douma found you fascinating and wanted you all to himself but it was his master's order.

"bring her in"

Douma rose from his knees and exited the room to retrieve you from your so called "room" douma had given you. You were still fast asleep when douma carried you in. You had taken a harsh blow to the head.

After five minutes had passed by you had awoken from your slumber, your vision was blurry and your leg had been wounded from what seemed nails. You rubbed your eye lids and opened your eyes to see from what it seemed the demon king. You were terrified at this point, you would have never thought you would come across muzan. Well not now in time at least, you were trembling at this point. Your lips quivered, "why am I here..?" You dared to question muzan. "No one gave you permission to speak."

Muzan spoke and glared at you with those red beaming eyes. His eye intimidated you, just a glare made you shiver.

"give her a punishment douma."

Muzan sat still in his chair eyes directed at you never leaving your body. "With pleasure~"

Douma purred as he got closer to you. He picked you up from the cold hard floor and placed you on the bed. You pleaded for him not to hurt you but your pleas went on deaf ears as douma harshly discarded your clothing leaving you on full display.

Douma kneeled at the edge of the bed and gripped your thighs and scooted you more towards the edge. Douma blew cold air against your wet fold making you gasp. Douma used his blood demon art and made a small icicle. "W-wait no please!" You begged him not to put it in you. He stroked your thigh and kissed the soft flesh. "It won't hurt dear""

At this point you didn't have anyone to believe so you stopped complaining hoping all of this would end. He slowly inserted the icicle into your sopping hole. The coldness made you shriek, douma used his tongue to push it farther in. He used this advantage and started licking fat stripes along your cold pussy.

Muzan sat and watched douma toy with you. He had a growing bulge in his pants from just the sight of you. Douma lifted his head from in between your legs and removed his pants and boxers. You were in a trance unable to think or say. The only thing that made it out of your mouth was only short babbles and moans.

Douma slapped his dick against your pussy and smiled, he leaned close to your ear and whispered sweet nothings. He slowly slipped it in not giving you time to adjust.

You screamed out loud and clawed at his back, he moaned out from the feeling and thrusted faster into you. The sound of slapping ringed in muzan's ears. He smirked at the faces you were making as douma harshly pounded into your tight pussy.

After about 15 minutes douma let out his fifth load into you. You already had two orgasms already your body was shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. Doumas thrusts were becoming sloppy, the bulge on your stomach was showing as he let out one last thrust.

"so pretty ~"

Douma cooed as he pulled out of you watching his cum ooze out your pussy. Soon after you didn't realize muzan was now sitting at the edge of the bed as well. "Douma fuck her mouth"

Muzan ordered. Douma scooted over to where your head rested and smiled sweetly masking his lewd intentions. Muzan already had his pants removed and lined himself at your entrance. He slammed without warning which made you yelp. "Fucking whore"

Muzan spat as douma plunged his cock in your mouth closing your airway. You gagged in his size. You couldn't help but swirl your tongue against him. His tip hit your throat many times but to doumas surprise your gag reflex was impressive. Muzan's pace was godly he had no intention of stopping. He was rearranging your insides at this point. He hit your cervix which made you go over the edge. You squirted all over his cock which made him harden.

Douma moaned as you sent vibrations to his cock from your own moans. He finally came in your mouth which you immediately swallowed.

Muzan pulled out of you and sat on the edge of the bed.

"douma get over here"

Muzan ordered. Douma sat on his knees before muzan and fanned himself. "You completed your mission bringing the hashira to me. I'll pity you and give you some of my blood in return." Muzan stopped for a moment.

"at one cost." Muzan started. Douma looked at muzan with doe eyes. "Please me."

They are just so augh- 🍷

Ty for requesting love 🌺

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married-to-google-translater · 10 months

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Hello!! I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write headcanons for yandere douma with a 12 year old daughter that looks almost identical to him, and how would upper moons 3, 1, and muzan react? (Doumas a single dad btw)

If not have a wonderful day!

Yandere Doma (platonic)

Since you look like him, the cult would definitely worship you too.

You've never seen your mother.

Your mother went.. to the milk shop when you were little.

Douma would try to be a good parent to you.

You make him feel emotions.

And this would really be important to him.

Douma would make it clear that your father really loves you.

He would do anything for you.

However, you are now 12 years old.

So the age of pre-teens is fast approaching.

You're not your daddy's little girl anymore.

YOU are trying to create your own personality and opinion.

Oh how Douma doesn't like this at all.

He really doesn't want you to grow up.

And he really doesn't know how to react.

Akaza gets to act as his therapist…

Whether Akaza wants to or not.

Muza would hate Douma even more during this time.

Douma would complain about your behavior much more.

He doesn't understand why you don't obey him anymore.

In addition, you ask a lot of troubling questions.

Mostly about your mother.

You'll also want to go out at sunrise.

You will certainly cause Douma gray hairs.

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l0viia · 11 months

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𝙰𝙺𝙰𝚉𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆! 𝟷𝟾+!

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┊ ┊ ⋆˚ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭

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❥┈┈┈•˼͝ʹ͜ ˓̇͜∙͡∘❀ 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓘𝓘𝓐 ❀⋞∙͜͡∘ʹ͜˻͝•┈┈┈❥

❥┈┈┈•˼͝ʹ͜ ˓̇͜∙͡∘❀ 𝓜𝓘𝓝𝓞𝓡𝓢 𝓓𝓝𝓘 ❀⋞∙͜͡∘ʹ͜˻͝•┈┈┈❥

∴.·:*¨ ¨*:·. ☙.·:*¨ ¨*:·.♡ .·:*¨ ¨*:·. ❧.·:*¨ ¨*:·.∴

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He met you while he was investigating a lead on the spider lilies. He realized you were a Hashira and a 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧. So he did what he felt was right and fled. Obviously you chased after him relentlessly which annoyed him to no end.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He dodged your attacks and only defended himself when it was absolutely needed, but no matter how much he ran you just 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 leave him alone so he turned around and caught you in his arms forcing you to stop.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ Who watched you flail uncomfortably in the air so he pinned you on the floor to try and make his grip less painful on you. This only caused you to get flustered which confused him until he realized his knee was in between your legs pressing against you while he restricted your arms beside your head.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ Looking down at your flustered expression he let indecent thoughts run through his head as he contemplated if what he wanted to do to you would be considered harming a woman.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ “ It would only hurt her for a second then it would feel good”. He would make excuses to justify what he wanted to do before actually deciding to give into his desires.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would immediately rip the fabric protecting your chest off of your body causing you to struggle against him while the cold night air nipped at your exposed skin.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would watch as your nipples would harden at the sudden loss of warmth before he dips his head down and swiped his tongue along the bud.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ Hearing you suck in a sharp breath trying to cover your sounds would annoy him as he retracts from your chest. Looking down at your flustered face he would hum lightly before dragging his tongue along the center of your neck teasingly.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ “ I forgot that you mortal women always like to be kissed a little before being handled isn’t that right 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓?” He would watch as your face gets red in embarrassment and anger, but as soon as you open your mouth to yell at the demon he would connect his lips to yours sensually.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would allow you to try and gain control over the situation because he thinks it’s amusing. Letting you almost win before rubbing his knee against your clothed pussy causing you to gasp into his mouth.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would shove his tongue into your mouth while grinding you down against his knee. Moaning around his tongue you would give up the fight between you and the demon letting him have his way.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would notice immediately that you’ve given into him and release you from the deep kiss. Moving his head down he would take each of your nipples into his mouth lightly just to watch your sensitive body react against him.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would get impatient the moment he smells your arousal and release you from the pinned state he had you in, but before you could react to the new found freedom he would hike your skirt up and yank down your panties before spreading your legs and opening you up for him to see.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would watch you try and sit up to cover yourself before pulling you towards him by your legs and attaching his mouth to your pussy.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would love the way your hands would shoot into his hair in attempt to pull him away from your leaking core but still grinding your hips up to deepen the pressure he was applying to your clit.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ Who would get pussy drunk off the taste of you as he drug his tongue in and out of you greedily before pulling your sensitive clit into his mouth and sucking on it while swirling his tongue over the little sensitive nerve.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would groan into your pussy as you cry out and release in his mouth while pulling his face closer to you desperately.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ Who would realize you we’re overstimulated and that you were trying to pull away from him. He would immediately lock his hands around your thighs and bury himself deeper in your cunt growling every time you tried to jerk away from him.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ Who couldn’t find the strength to pull his face away from your pussy regardless of the painfully hard boner he had been dealing with sense the moment his tongue met your heat.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ Who would drag orgasm after orgasm out of you just from his mouth leaving you shaking and crying from the overstimulation and humiliation.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ Who finally released you after realizing the sun had started to come up. Looking down at your semi naked form he would glance between the sun and your body.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would quickly pull his vest off and slide it over you buttoning it quickly. Sliding your underwear off he would stuff them in his pocket so he could find you again next nightfall.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would pull your skirt back down to cover your flesh before leaving quick kisses over your thighs before reaching up and connecting your lips quickly.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ “ There’s another human heading up the trail. Seek refuge from them until I come back for you next nightfall little warrior”. He would give you these light commands as you babbled any words you could before he took off as fast as he could to seek shelter from the sun.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ With his luck he would almost immediately find an abandoned cottage the moment the sun almost hit him. Kicking the door shut he would slide down the wall before pulling your underwear from his pocket.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would hold them over his nose inhaling deeply before reaching in his pants, quickly freeing his cock before wrapping his hand around himself immediately.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 ⇨ He would moan and tilt his head back before thrusting himself into his hand repeatedly while thinking of you 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓.

𝑨𝒌𝒂𝒛𝒂 ⇨ Who would spend the next 12 hours of daylight imagining you in every position he could think of and practically begging his god to let nightfall arrive already so he can go devour you the only way he would allow himself too.

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kalinysu · 4 months

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Muzan with wife reader who failed a mission and is trying to avoid him after he yelled at her? extra fluff pls

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘. - Muzan x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None/Small angst. (?)

𝐍𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬: LAST thing i’ll write Muzan for a while. 😭

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You had been avoiding Muzan for days. At first, he didn’t take the time to realize as he had been far too busy with other things to pay your obvious distancing any mind. He also never thought of you being upset with him for something that he did so often. Yelling? He’s yelled at practically everyone.

But you, you were his wife. That was the first time he had yelled at you, and you thought that he would treat you differently because you were his wife. But he yelled and got really angry with you, just like every other demon. It hurt you, more than he realized. And the fact that the two of you hadn’t talked in days and he didn’t notice, or rather didn’t care that something was up hurt even more.

You had been cooped up in your room for a while, and nobody had ever checked up on you or anything at all, not even your own husband.

Not that you expected it, everyone had been busy with the demon slayers and such. But still, he was your husband, and he had to have even a little free time at some point. You were sulking in bed, losing track of time, until finally, someone had opened your door.

“Get up, do something productive, like finding me that flower.”

Your husbands deep voice rang out as he rummaged through your drawing and took something before leaving without another word. The fact that he was now telling you only to find the flower stung. He most likely thought you were incapable of doing anything else.

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Days had gone by now, you had nothing, and it seemed Muzan was only growing more and more irritated as time went by. You had lost all hope of him ever coming to see you for even a split second of affection.

You were outside, somewhere. An unknown location, simply sitting on a hill in the moonlight. The flowers were pretty, but you couldn’t take the time to admire them. You were far too lost in your thoughts. You didn’t care for the flowers if they weren’t the one Muzan wanted.

Suddenly, you noticed someone sit down beside you.

Your husband.

Neither of you spoke, even though you really wanted to. It wasn’t an awkward silence, the two of you just knew it wasn’t the right time to talk. Well, you knew. Muzan didn’t talk because he didn’t want to or feel like it. He’s always been like that. He rarely showed affection through his words, but you didn’t mind to much, especially not anymore. You had grown used to the small gestures of affection from a while ago, but now you were convinced they had stopped.

“.. My lord if.. If i’ve done something to offend you—“ You started, not looking at him as you spoke.

“You’ve been distant.”

You looked up at him. He wasn’t looking at you, not avoiding, but simply looking across the hills. “You haven’t spoke to me in so long.. You have only uttered few words but those were orders, and weren’t frequent either.” You said, hugging your knees.

“Am I supposed to come to you? What happened to you coming to me?”

Your husband said. It sounded cold, but you knew that wasn’t his intention. You usually always came to him, showing affection and in return receiving affection back. He was right, you never went to him anymore. But..

“It seems you’ve been mad at me..”

“I was mad, but that’s no reason not to come to me. I’ve been irritable lately with all these nuisances.”

“But if your irritated.. you don’t have to take your anger out o..” You trailed off, going silent before you could even finish your sentence as you noticed him glaring at you. Looking away uncomfortably you mumbled slightly. “..Nevermind— I.. It’s fine but—“

“Sorry.”

You blinked a few times, wondering if you were hearing things. You looked back at him. “Hu—“

“I don’t like repeating myself.”

You went quiet.

“Your supposed to say you forgive me.”

“Right!!— I forgive you.” You said, still a little shocked he had actually apologized. You’d never heard that word come out of his mouth before, unless he was mocking someone but that was different.

“—‘My lord’?”

“—My lord.” You added, a small smile playing on your lips at the reminder. You leaned against his shoulder slightly, and in return, he placed a hand on your waist.

“Don’t avoid me like that again.”

His hand came up to your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, before he leaned down and placed a kiss on your head. When was the last time you had kissed him. You looked up at him.

“No.”

“No? No to what?” You said, with a fake innocence, before quickly giving him a peck on the lips before he could speak.

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#demon slayer #demon slayer roleplay #muzan #lord muzan #muzan imagine #yandere muzan #muzan x reader #demon slayer muzan #kny muzan #muzan kibutsuji #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan x y/n #muzan x you #muzan headcanons #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba

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cozymoko · 11 months

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Hello! can I ask for yandere Muzan from demon slayer with a human s/o thats despises him and fights him at every point. (I hope it's not too strange)

YAN. MUZAN KIBUTSUJI WITH A S/O WHO DESPISES HIM.

Note: Nope, it's all good!

LINKS: KNY Masterlist!

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, toxic/abusive relationships, Muzan's insufferable god complex

You must be a masochist, there's no other plausible motive behind your disobedience. The punishment you must undergo is far too great for it to be a mere choice. Lucky for you, Muzan is more than willing to comply with your “sick” pleasures, though he's well aware of your true intentions.

Don't mistake his infatuation for softness or compassion at that, for this man is far beyond anything of the sort. Humans had been nothing more than a vital food source for him; they were weak and so very fragile. Thus falling for one was frankly not in his best interest. Unlucky Muzan.

It's sick, the way he loves you; it's hardly anything but a living nightmare you had prayed to be awaken from. You were not obligated to love him, yet your true feelings were encouraged to stay hidden. However your loyalty had to be guaranteed. Under his “protection” you were nothing more than a pet he kept by his side, so act the part.

Fighting him? Oh dear, have you lost your mind? This won't end well for you, surely you knew that much. You may have his heart in your clutches, but that doesn't mean he's opposed to roughing you up a bit. You'll heal with due time so why not?

The demon king isn't one to take disrespect from anyone, not even you. You may be near his level, but you are in no way on it. If it were towards the Upper Moons then perhaps he'd find it fairly amusing. You're bound to have some form of malevolence towards them for watching over you in his absence. But that's even better as it leaves MUZAN no real competition (not that he had any).

That evening was much like any other. Another failed escape attempt had troubled your mind with dismay, with desperation. Your arms made a home around you much like a cocoon, in hopes of shielding you from the coldness of your desolate home - The Infinity Castle.

Where you resided was in no way, feasible for the life of a human. Dust had begun to attack the deep lacerations of your skin, leaving nothing more than a bitter pain in its wake Muzan so graciously decided that food was no longer a necessity. However, after the first day, your hunger hadn't appeared to disturb vou too much. You knew he wouldn't let you starve, he didn't have the balls to.

No matter how much you kicked, screamed, or wept; each lashing felt like hell on your body. You swore it was worse than death. For a man who claimed he loved you so effortlessly, this didn't feel like love. You wanted out; to set foot outside this endless pit taking you under. You wanted him dead.

“{Name},” Oh my, it looks like he's returned! On you go, don't hide in this corner for too long. Kno wing you, I'll bet you'll be right back in here in no time! You put this upon yourself so I suggest you take today's punishment like a champ...

And trust me, dear. It will hurt.

#—🍁#x reader #yandere x darling #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere scenarios #muzan x reader #muzan headcanons #muzan kibutsuji x reader #yandere muzan #kny headcanons #kny imagines #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere demon x reader #yandere demon slayer #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer headcanons

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doumadono · 1 year

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Many things to discover (NSFW) Savoring the moment (NSFW) Douma - psychological portrait Hard-earned - Douma x Reader (NSFW) Anxious amidst the crowds - Douma x Reader Undiscovered desire (NSFW) A fit of jealousy Inked by desire (NSFW) Vowed to avenge (NSFW) “I love you more than life itself” Two shadows in love - Akaza & Koyuki (NSFW) Douma & Akaza - incorrect quotes Akaza & Douma KNY - incorrect quotes 2 KNY - incorrect quotes 3 KNY - incorrect quotes 4 Even though Senne koszmary - Urogi x Reader (NSFW) For the chaos and mayhem - Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader (NSFW) When the stars align - Urogi x Reader Who’s laughing now? - Aizetsu x Reader (NSFW) The stalker - Muzan & Reader (NSFW) A decision - Sekido x Reader Fresh sheets - Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader (NSFW) Pretty pussy - Muzan x Reader (NSFW)

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Crimson Guardian NSFW

Kyojuro Rengoku x Wife! Reader

18+ MDNI!🚫

CW: NSFW Content, minor angst, controlling/manipulating behavior, fluff-ish.

Y/N POV

Scenario : You've recently married into the respected Rengoku family, and while you continue your work as a demon slayer, life starts to get a bit messy. Balancing your duties becomes a real challenge as you navigate the challenges of married life. You find yourself having to make tough choices just to keep your husband happy, all while debating to stay true to yourself and your calling as a demon slayer.

Marriage. Truly one of the most beautiful milestones a couple can achieve. Marrying Kyojuro has undoubtedly been my greatest accomplishment.

I still remember it vividly, as if it were yesterday. Surrounded by friends, family, and core members, we pledged our lives to each other. Though it wasn't the most glamorous wedding ever seen, it was enough. Because really, all I've ever wanted was Kyojuro, and now, finally, I have him.

For the first few months, our marriage was nothing short of perfect. I moved into the Rengoku estate with Kyojuro's family, assisting Shenjuro with chores and gradually trying to get closer to Shinjuro. Though I'm not sure how successful I was.

It was only six months in that I realized being a demon slayer and a wife wasn't as easy as I thought.

Before our relationship, I was Kyojuro's Tsuguko. He was simply my mentor, and I trained hard under him to get myself where I am today. It was later down the road that we noticed each other's lingering gazes, the occasional flirting, and all the other subtle hints of wanting to be more.

Kyojuro was strong, and I knew he wanted a family, but I simply wasn't ready to give up training and my duties as a demon slayer just yet.

Every day, after helping out around the estate, I would hike over to HQ and pick up where I had left off the previous day, training until the late hours of the night. I would often come home exhausted, which usually caused Kyojuro to worry. As much as I reassured him, he never seemed fully convinced.

Now, here I was, sitting at the dinner table with Kyo across from me. It was a rare occasion for us to eat alone together like this. We made small talk about our day and training, and then he finally stopped eating and put his silverware down.

"Little Flame, I think it’s time we have a serious discussion about the way things have been as of late,” his usual happy smile seemed almost nervous.

I set my spoon down on my plate, giving him my full attention.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Sunflower, you have been working so hard as of late, and it’s quite admirable. I truly admire your dedication to the demon slayer corps and your training!”

“But…?” I ask, confused.

��But… since our marriage, I’ve found myself in constant worry over you. Every time you go on a mission without me, I have to painfully wait for your return. Not knowing whether or not you'd be injured or even-“

“Dead?” I finish.

I saw his body tense up at the word.

“Yes, my love. Dead. I cannot even bear the thought of you never returning to me. It pains me to my core,” he seemed so sad, so worried about me.

I know Kyojuro, I know he didn’t mean anything bad by what he was saying. However, I felt almost offended. He too was a slayer, a hashira. I also had to deal with the fear of him returning with serious injuries or even never returning at all.

Did he believe me to be incapable of protecting myself? He was the very one who trained me. Even though I knew Kyojuro was strong, much stronger than me, it just felt like he lacked faith in me.

“You don’t think I’m strong enough anymore? Do you think marriage has made me soft?” I realized I might have come off a little too harsh, but my emotions were getting the best of me.

His expression seemed surprised, but I could tell. While he may not have used those words, that was definitely the gist of it.

I watched him get up from his place at the table and walk over to me. He pulled my chair out from under the table, then grabbed my hands and kneeled down in front of me.

His big, bright eyes were now staring up at me.

“You are one of the strongest people I know, my love. I know how capable you are, but please remember…”

He brought my hands to his lips, kissing them softly.

“You are my wife before you are a demon slayer. I cannot risk sending you off only for you to never return.”

I could practically hear the desperation and love in his voice.

Kyojuro wasn’t someone who would usually discourage anyone from pursuing something they're passionate about. So if he was now, I knew that it’s something he’s been internally battling with for a while.

“What about you? Is it not the same? What about my worry? What if you never come home to me?” I could feel my face start to heat up. Everything he was saying seemed to come from genuine care, but it felt so hypocritical.

“I am a Hashira, my little flame. I have a certain responsibility you do not have to burden yourself with. I shall retire soon, in just a few years. So please…”

There’s no way he’d ask me-

“Please retire your sword, Y/N. Please stay home for me. Please allow my heart to rest easy knowing you'll be here waiting for me whenever I shall return,” his voice was pleading.

I felt so conflicted. I’d worked so hard. All of these years of training to hopefully become a high-ranking swordsman myself. However, at the same time, I never stopped to consider my romantic life and how being married would affect things.

We both sat there in silence for a few moments, and I finally rose up from the chair, pulling him up off his knees along with me.

I looked up at him, reaching my hand up to rest on his cheek.

“Kyojuro, you are the only one I would retire my sword for. So please promise me, promise me you will always come home to me. Until the day you yourself retire.”

“I promise you, Sunflower. As long as I know you are safe and waiting for me, there is no demon that could ever keep me away.”

I felt his hand on my lower back and the other holding up my chin.

We both leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss.

This kiss started so gently, so lovingly at first. As we pulled away for just a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, we realized how long it had been since we really enjoyed each other’s company.

After that, the kiss only grew hotter and more passionate.

Kyojuro swept me off my feet and carried me straight to our shared room at the back of the estate, the most private spot. It seemed fitting for newlyweds, after all.

As he gently laid me back on the soft futon, I couldn't help but stay focused on him. Kyojuro was simply beautiful. His hair, his eyes, his body, everything about him looked like he was perfectly sculpted.

My admiration was interrupted as I felt him begin to kiss me again. One of his hands traveling to my breasts, gently squeezing it.

The other massaging my thigh.

I feel him pull away from me starting to kiss on my neck traveling all the way down to my chest.

Kyojuro had always known my weak points and how to make me say yes to his every request. He knew my body just as well as I did, and now he was taking full advantage of that knowledge.

I could feel him pressing against me as he moved his hand down my body, lightly touching me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, wanting more.

Then I heard, Kyojuro's soft voice whisper these words, almost as a demand. "Enjoy this little flame, you've kept me waiting far too long.”

As soon as those words left his lips, I felt myself begin to relax. His movements were so gentle, so careful, so loving.

His fingers trailed down my sides, sending chills through my body. His hands went back up and caressed my neck, making me tremble. He kissed me once more, and I melted into him.

It was as if he had cast a spell over me, and all I could do was obey him. He was completely in control of me.

After a moment, I felt him move back down and remove my underwear, revealing my already wet entrance. His hand slid between my thighs, and I couldn't help but let out a moan as his finger slipped inside me. He was gentle at first, just barely grazing me, but it felt incredible.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his breath hot against my ear.

I nodded but I could tell that wasn’t enough for him.

“Use your words my love.” He demanded sweetly.

“Yes Kyo, it’s perfect.” I said, my voice trembling.

He leaned down and kissed my lips before pulling back again, smiling at me.

"I want to be inside of you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

"Please," I begged.

He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock, his tip rubbing against my clit.

"Good girl," he whispered, thrusting into me.

I threw back my head, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders. His movements were slow and deep at first and then they became faster and harder, and soon my whole body began to shake. I couldn't stop the moans from escaping my lips, and I couldn't help but beg for more.

When he starts to speed up I know we are both about to reach our limit.

I feel his fingers interlock with mine and his lips pressing against mine again, but this time, he wasn’t just kissing me, he was also letting his teeth graze my bottom lip.

He was biting down hard enough to draw blood.

We were both so close and we were both trying to hold back but we couldn’t anymore. We were finally going to let ourselves release.

I was the first one to let myself go, arching my back as I moaned his name.

Then he followed not too far behind.

After he finishes, we just lay there for a bit catching our breath.

“I love you, Y/N,” he finally breathed out, turning his head to look at me.

I turned to face him as well. “I love you, Kyojuro.”

After that, the two of us drifted off in each other's arms for the rest of the night.

The next morning when I awoke, I was still trapped wrapped in Kyojuro's arms.

After a bit of struggling, I managed to maneuver my way out and make it to the kitchen.

There I saw Senjuro, who was already preparing breakfast for everyone.

“Good morning, Sen,” I greeted with a yawn.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N!”

“I'm almost finished with breakfast. Is my brother awake yet?”

“He should be awake soon. We both have to see Master Kagaya today,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

He stopped to turn and look at me.

“Did something bad happen?” he asked nervously.

Poor Senjuro always assumes the absolute worst in every situation. Well, I suppose in this case it’s somewhat understandable.

“No, Sen, nothing's wrong. Kyojuro and I are just going to inform Master Kagaya of my retirement. That’s all.”

He gave a puzzled look.

“Retirement? Why? Haven’t you been training for years to improve your sword skills to move up in the ranks?” he asked.

He was right. I know I shouldn’t go back on my word to Kyojuro, but I really was having second thoughts about my decision.

Senjuro could probably sense my doubt because his next response was:

"If this is something that you're not sure of, then you shouldn't do it. If you have doubts about this decision, then maybe you're not ready for retirement just yet."

His words really struck a chord with me.

Maybe he was right.

Before I could ponder that any further, Kyojuro had made his way into the kitchen.

"Good morning! How are my two favorite people doing?" he said cheerfully.

I smiled.

"Morning, Kyo. Did you sleep well?"

"I did, actually. Thank you, little flame," he walked over to me, giving me a kiss.

I could feel my chest tightening, nervous about what was to come.

The whole time at breakfast, I felt so spaced out. All I could hear was Kyojuro and Senjuro talking and the occasional grunt from Shinjuro drinking away at the table.

“Sunflower? Are you okay?”

I was snapped out of my daze by Kyojuro waving a hand in front of my face. All three of them were staring at me, kind of concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.”

I shook my head a little and looked down at my plate. I felt bad for Senjuro going through all that trouble to cook, but I simply couldn’t eat right now.

After we finished breakfast, Kyojuro and I headed out.

The thought that this would be the last time wearing my uniform with my sword by my side was so weird and almost uncomfortable to me.

I knew that this day would come eventually, but I always hoped in the back of my mind that Kyojuro would be the one to retire before me.

I had been so focused on training and my duties as a demon slayer that it had never even occurred to me how my marriage would affect everything.

I was now a wife. My first priority should be the estate, and helping Shinjuro while he was in his state of grief, and being there for Senjuro as well.

It wouldn’t be right of me to go against my husband's wishes either. Especially after the intimate moment we shared. Right?

As we made it to HQ waiting to speak with the master I felt my heartbeat racing inside of me.

The room was quiet, I could feel Kyojuro’s eyes lingering on me but I couldn’t bring myself to face him right now.

Both mine and Kyojuro’s attention was shifted as we heard the door open and Master Kagaya entered the room.

"Rengoku, Y/N. It's a pleasure to see you both," Kagaya said, his face as warm as ever.

"It's wonderful to see you too, Master," I replied.

"So what brings you two here? It seems urgent, judging by the fact that you came in so early."

"It is very urgent," Kyojuro began.

He then proceeded to explain our conversation from the night before, and how I was considering retiring.

"Y/N, this is a big decision, and it's important that you feel comfortable and confident in it. Do you think you can fully retire, knowing you won't be able to assist the demon slayers as you are now?" Kagaya asked.

I looked at the master and then glanced at Kyojuro. He seemed so proud and happy that we were here. I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

But, I could also sense the worry in his expression. He was nervous, scared almost.

I couldn't do that to him.

"Master, I've spent most of my life training for the opportunity to become a hashira. To serve the demon slayer corps and protect those who cannot protect themselves. But...I'm no longer just a demon slayer. I'm also a wife, and as such, I think it's only right that I focus on that," I answered.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"If you truly feel this is the right choice, then we support you, Y/N," Kagaya finally spoke.

"Thank you, Master," I bowed.

"Thank you so much, Master! I will never

forget your kindness!" Kyojuro bowed as well.

The two of us left the room and started to head out.

As we exited, we ran into a few of the other Hashira, who asked us about what we had gone to see Master Kagaya about.

They too seemed surprised and a little concerned when Kyojuro explained to them that I would be retiring so soon.

I could tell some of their reactions to the news annoyed Kyojuro. Shinobu used the word “controlling,” and you could see his smile almost falter.

"Controlling" was never a word I would have used to describe my husband. He just loves me, right? He wants to protect me. There's no way my sweet and kind Kyo would ever do anything to control or manipulate me.

Right?

Part Two

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loveemii · 10 months

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𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝑴𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 (>ᴗ•)

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muichiro took a sip of his tea before placing it back down on the table between y/n and him.

“Are you lost? I don’t remember asking you to come here.”

“Well you don’t remember a lot of things so.”

y/n had a habit of mumbling things, and he tilted his head in confusion as he looked at her a little with a somewhat vexation expression.

“What did you say just now? I noticed you have a habit of whispering underneath your breathe.”

“I said: That you don’t remember a lot of things.”

“I see, your annoying and I don’t like you.”

y/n even deeper into the room and sat across the table from muichiro. she leaned in closer into his ear and whispered.

“Well I like you.”

muichiro had an expression of surprise and annoyance. he furrowed his eyebrows and looked into y/n’s eyes.

“How do you mean? Like me in the way of romantic?”

y/n almost looked surprised at his question, she blushed but kept up her ego as he kept up his poker face.

“I don’t know, maybe.”

she went further closer to him, he moved his neck down a little almost touching y/n’s nose.

“Maybe? If I really wanted to know how you felt I would want you to show me instead of telling.”

with no words y/n kissed his neck just under his jawline. he looked down at her as she looked up at him, making eye contact muichiro leaned in.

y/n waited no time and kissed him, muichiro kissed her back as he pulled away. she ran a finger up and down his chest a little as she gave him a look of lust.

“What is it?”

“We’ll do this again. Soon.”

“We’ll see.”

muichiro drank his warm tea as y/n left the room satisfied.

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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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*holds hands out for alms*

Reincarnation content where wife!s/o of Muzan who cared and loved him during his sickly heian days (who died either natural causes / accident, and he didn't get to appreciate her enough and is kind of an a-hole at that time) reborn as a hashira? And he stumbles upon her?

*coughs aggressively* i need bittersweet pining Muzan to cure my desperation

Wooowwww! I like this idea so much! This is actually very cool and I absolutely love this! Once again, thank you all for this incredible concepts! Muzan is quite the common powerhouse for this blog so let’s give him more attention

Kibutsuji Muzan- Loop-Around

Muzan knows those eyes too well… those beautiful, colourful eyes on a woman so pretty and loving. The flashbacks, the memories, the tragedy and the anger he feels over his past. Over his own failure and his own mistakes over what he did during Heian Era, during his life as a human. Those awful, painful drawn-out days where all he could do was sit in a bed and watch people come in and out of his room

The person who arrived the most was his assigned wife, Dokusha. A kind, patient, sophisticated woman of wealth, and she always spent so much time to take care of and love Muzan, all whilst looking around for the right medicine to cure his terminal illness. Muzan, during this time, couldn’t care less for that woman. She was just a useful tool to make him comfortable, feel validated and save his life but through the weeks, as he grew even weaker, he got real tired of waiting to be rescued by so many incompetents.

When he gotten given a type of medicine that worked, that odd concoction from a rather viable doctor you had bought in for Muzan, and when it shaped him into the first ever demon. He could finally walk for the first time in his life

And he walked out of that room… in perfect health, with razor sharp fangs, with a blood-thirst for human flesh, with his muscles clenching and strong. However, as he explored. He ended up finding something else as tragic as what he caused to his rescuer. His assigned wife mauled to death by wild Ussuri Brown bears in the forest, all whilst clearly trying to find absolutely any medicinal herbs that could possibly do anything to save Muzan

Muzan never really appreciated nor cared for Dokusha, he didn’t see her as much of a person and whilst he looked at the mangled body of that woman… he felt… almost nothing. It wasn’t disgust but it also wasn’t anger, it was just… emptiness and after that day. He suspected he would never see a human woman named Dokusha ever again, foolishly unaware of the fact he truly did love Dokusha and truly did feel a deep pit of misery-fuelled fury at her death. She did so much for him and he did nothing for her

Even after learning the fatal accident that caused her death was entirely centred around trying to recover Muzan from his birth sickness

Currently as the high and mighty Demon King, the first ever Demon in existence. Kibutsuji Muzan, has been confronted by the newest Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps in Asakusa, the Tashio Era when walking back to his ‘family’, and she has the eyes and the voice of his real wife. 10,000 years after her death, she’s back in a entirely new form and just knowing his dead wife has been reincarnated as his moral enemy is making Muzan’s undead heart throb in pain and outrage. Why does he feel this way looking into this Hashira’s eyes?

10,000 years after her death and now, Muzan has finally realised he has missed his wife so bad that he has grown desperate to see her again. He never noticed it, he always thought about locating the Blue Spider Lily and spreading over his ‘gift’ of demonicism around to every human he can find to gain the power he desires, to concur the Sun. Now, he notices how aggressive he is over the idea of love and how he is so repulsed by the six other wives he has pretended to marry throughout his life

Muzan stayed silent, blood red slit-pupiled eyes glaring at his reborn Hashira wife, taking in her features to every corner and constantly seeing glimpses and flashes of her original self… she’s so beautiful and he didn’t even notice how beautiful Dokusha actually was. How she didn’t deserve to die for his sake, if he could, he’d have ordered Dokusha to stay with him when she left upon calling that doctor in, as to save her life so then, he could have turned her into an demon too

Made her his Queen of Demons but no… he failed and now, he is beyond bittersweet. Pining, angry at his own blindness, upset he let the only woman who actually genuinely cared about him go… if he could reverse time, he would

Muzan, now, cannot bring himself to be the cause of his wife’s death once more… he can’t. He’ll just have to figure out another way to get her back, all without hurting her so before Dokusha could even think to begin attacking the Demon King with all the strength she has within that branded Nichirin Katana. Muzan fades away into the pitch black night, his glowing red eyes providing the only semblance of light for him when he retreats from that Hashira and those magnificent eyes, disappearing several streets down from her in a way she can’t track him down

He loves her

He knows he loves his wife and he can’t believe he had to wait for 10,000 years to recognise the mere fact that he did love Dokusha. Even if he didn’t know her enough to even call her a friend, her optimistic compassionate nature and the right to admire that personality was drowned out by Muzan’s own bitterness and desire to remain alive. He messed up royally with the first Dokusha, he won’t mess up with the second Dokusha

And he will make her his queen… even if it includes spending hours following the Ice Hashira around. He’ll do it and he already has a plan devised in his mind. He won’t hesitate to find some method to transform into a powerful immortal being like himself

All because he wants you back so bad

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sandiaarts · 1 year

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yandere-kokeshi · 9 months

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Hello, can I order the Headcanon Yandere Uzui with a Gn reader who loves his boobs and who always sticks her face in his chest and massages, touches and sucks his nipples But who is ashamed to confess for fear of being thought that the S/O is a pervert.

In a scenario where he kidnaps his S/O who, instead of freaking out, stares at his boobs and asks if he can touch them.

I think he would be the type to go shirtless just to have his S/O touching him constantly.

Warnings: yandere behavior and nsfw

A/N: I got confused by this so I decided to do headcanons. Ty for the request <3

He actually enjoys this way too much.

Uzui loves how naughty you can be, especially when he wakes up in the morning or does a workout in the backyard; he really finds your reactions to be very adorable, the way your eyes just follow him around as he does daily tasks.

Not only does he purposely wear tight clothing, but he makes sure to always bear his chest around. He loves admiring the way you shuffle behind him and ask if you can touch his chest, to which you never have to ask permission for.

Speaking of permission, Uzui has given you all the nodding on touching him whenever you want. Anytime of the day, evening or night, you can reach over and grab his

Definitely teases on how perverted you can be. But he means no harm, Uzui loves how dirty-minded you are. Something he and you both have in common.

As for your worries of being ashamed of being dirty-minded or having the fear he’ll be grossed out, he always assures you that he’s always known – and that he doesn’t mind one bit.

Will ask you questions regarding his chest, asking if he should get nipple piercings or wear certain clothing that make his nipples hard. Regardless of your opinion, one day, he will show up at the house with aching nipple-piercings, teasing you the minute he steps into the home: “Wait until it’s healed than you can suck like a good ol’ whore.”

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warringwarrioridiot · 10 months

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I can imagine Muzan also having a MASSIVE breeding kink

Bro would go crazy hearing your whimpers and moans as he uses your POOSAY as a cum storage unit.

Bro would degrade AND praise. "Such a needy whore" and "That's a good slut" and, like douma, would be calling you his breeding toy.

Dirty talk, anyone?

If he EVER gets jealous, RIP THAT POOSAY

You gonna need this

Let's not forget that this is the demon king. He has a bigger god complex than Uzui- and that's saying something.

So calling him things like Master, Lord, My God, etc, will drive him nuts. (TEEHEE, nuts 🤭)

Not even the afterlife will save your coochie, that shits gonna be vibrating until the next month.

At the end of the day, you better prepare your ✨VAGINA✨ for a good fuck

(he also likes laying on your chest afterward, mood tbh)

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married-to-google-translater · 11 months

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Yandere Kagaya falling in love with a demon s/o? Two of his children got trapped in the area infested with demons and had thought the worst but later found out demon reader protecting them from the others. She built a small den with wisteria although it hurt her, she still stayed close to guard them and provided for them.

Yandere Kagaya Ubuyashiki

Okay this situation would be really challenging and not really possible in canon...

But this is a fanfic so Fuck canon XD

Kagaya would be worried when his child disappeared.

Of course, as any parent would.

And he was really relieved when his child was found safe and unharmed.

And when his children start telling about the person who helped them during that time, of course Kagaya wants to meet them...

It would only be a "little" shock when they find out that you are a demon.

Okay once this was found out every Hashira would be against letting you live.

But none of them want to go against Kagaya.

With you, Kagaya would be really restrictive.

He doesn't want you to hurt yourself or others.

Of course, your "visit" to him is a big security risk.

Another reason why you really can never leave him.

So you've practically been kidnapped.

Kagaya explains it calmly and is polite.

All things sound reasonable when.he.says it.

He has a soothing voice.

But maybe just to be safe, he puts wisteria flowers near the exits.

But even his kindness has its limits.

If you behave badly, good things will not follow.

Usually he just scares you.

But don't worry he will also comfort you later.

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l0viia · 11 months

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♡︎DOUMA’S BREEDING KINK 18+♡︎

Headcannons

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𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that gets jealous easily and finds any excuse to get you alone.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that gets upset when he see’s you talking to anybody while smiling.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that drags you to his room the moment he feels like he hasn’t gotten enough attention l.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that will find any excuse to eat you out regardless if you’re somewhere appropriate or not.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that buries his cock into you anytime he gets the chance.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that fucks you so hard you end up begging for him to be gentler with you while tears run down your face everytime you guys have sex.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one who gets off on seeing you a crying mess under his body.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one who’s favorite position is mating presses causing you to always end up in one by the end of the night.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that grips you tightly by the throat while fucking you, demanding that you accept his love and carry his children.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one who tells you that you’re the only one fit to carry his offspring.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that won’t stop fucking you until you’re filled to the brim and leaking his cum.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that holds you under him and stares at the expressions you make while he fucks you.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that will force the people who stare at you too long to watch as he buries himself balls deep inside of you, fucking you senseless.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one who will kill the other girls in the cult for looking at you wrong.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one who loves watching you lose yourself in pleasure under him.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one who loves when you ask to sit on his face first thing in the morning.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one who gets turned on when you do anything at all.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one who keeps you in bed the whole time you’re on your period because he thinks it’s the perfect time to breed you.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one who lets you use him for your own pleasure whenever you want.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one who constantly reminds you how perfect your body is for bearing his children.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one who makes you cocksit while you sleep so none of his cum can leak out of you.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that will wake you up while being balls deep inside of you because he saw a pregnant lady and he instantly thought of how you 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 to bare his children.

𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮. The one that will fuck you your entire pregnancy because he gets extremely turned on by the thought of you finally having his kids.

❤︎︎𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮 ❤︎︎

This is my first time doing a head-cannon so lmk how I did and give me some feedback on things I should change 🫶

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