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yandere-romanticaa · 11 months
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I'm not sure if it's okay, but can I request a second part for this precious Douma post you fed us with please ?
If you don't do second part to your post, no problem, anything for him will calm my hunger 🥲
Here it is, the heavily requested part 2 of this piece. Hope you enjoy it!
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Barely a week has passed ever since the horrific encounter with Lord Douma.
You recalled someone saying that the stench of death is permanent, that it is something you can never forget once you get a whiff of it.
The smell of rot and decay haunted you both day and night. Sleep became a scarce luxury as you would lay awake in the dead of night, wondering just what other poor soul was Lord Douma going to devour next. It all clicked once you put two and two together, of course he was a demon. His strange reactions, twisted attitude and carefree smiles were nothing but a mask to cover up his true, carnivorous nature. Douma clearly had a preference for women for his meals as you noticed that most of the people who ran amok were women.
Were you next?
Despite him not turning around and even outright saying that he wasn't going to do anything, you simply did not trust him. Why should you? He was a demon, a very clever one at that, clearly. He managed to trick hundreds of people into blindly following him and submitting to his every single little whim. All he needed to do was just say the word and the entire community would execute you without a question - Lord Douma's word was absolute.
You didn't even want to think about the other much more grizzly possibility if he wanted a more hands on approach.
Due to the encounter that you had unfortunately witnessed, your work had started to hinder. You became sloppy and shaky, you couldn't even perform the most basics of tasks. Someone else was always forced to step in for you and others voiced their concern for you.
"Why aren't you with Lord Douma? You always pour his afternoon tea!"
"I thought Lord Douma wanted you close by for the ceremony?"
Many similar statements would ring in your ears on a daily basis that it made you want to bang your head against a wall a pull out every single little strand of hair. Just how blind and stupid were there people?! There was no way that you were the only one who knew what was really going on behind closed doors. To make your living nightmare even worse than it really was, on one fine and sunny morning one little boy came up to you. With a cheerful smile on his face he said:
"Lord Douma wishes to speak with you! Please meet him in his chambers as soon as possible!"
Each step that you took felt more and more agonizing then it should have been. You felt like someone had placed a giant pile of rocks on your chest and chained them there. What were you to do, oh God, what were you supposed to do? Do you play dumb or should you come clean? If you told him the truth he might appreciate your honesty and let you off the hook -
...That was nothing but wishful thinking. There was no point in trying to make sense of a demon.
You arrive to his chambers, the doors closed shut. With a heavy heart you knock and a cheerful "Come in!~" is heard from the other side.
You don't dare look at Lord Douma directly in the eye. You lower your head in fear but do your best to make it look like a sign of respect. He sits on his makeshift throne, chin resting on one hand as the other urges you forward to sit in front of him. With your knees sinking to the ground you feel him reaching out towards you, his fingers were playing with stray strands of your hair.
You still did not raise your gaze.
"(y/n) dear, I haven't seen you in so long! I missed my favorite disciple so much! Why are you ignoring me?!"
Who would have thought that this whiney brat in front of you was a man eating demon? He sounded like a little boy, like he hadn't seen his favorite toy in a long time, which was partially true in a way. You grit your teeth and try thinking of something proper to say but Douma beats you to it.
"Do not ignore me."
Icy chills take over your entire being. Since... Since when did Lord Douma sound like that? You clenched the fabric your kimono, knuckles turning white due to the pressure. Suddenly, a sharp thug forced you to look upward and were met with a rainbow gaze.
"You aren't ignoring me, right, (y/n)?"
You can do nothing but gently shake your head. With his gaze glued to you it was impossible to breathe let alone speak. Feeling the pressure behind your skull lighten your shoulders slump forward as Lord Douma brings you closer and locks you in his embrace.
He knows.
He knows that you saw him. Why else would he summon you like this? Feeling helpless you could do nothing but wrap your arms around the cult leader, returning his hug in full.
Ignorance really was bliss.
You finally understood the beauty of it.
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mizading · 9 months
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Upper Moon Yandere Headcanons 
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Characters: Douma, Akaza, Aizetsu, Kokushibo.
Description: If I’m being honest, I suppose this is how some of the upper moons would express their love normally, but a lot of it is unhealthy. For that sake, I’ll classify this as yandere headcanons for the upper moons with a female reader.
Warnings: Verbal abuse, death, forced affection, unstable behavior, paranoia, etc. 
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Douma..
Once Douma declares something his, it belongs to him until he says otherwise.
Douma’s love is sincere but expressed in a twisted way.
As a cult leader does, Douma provides a facade of a perfect life with him if you stick by his side.
The lack of love and nurturing from Doumas parents causes an insatiable desire for the foreign feelings within him.
Douma uses you to replace the love he never received as a child.
His affection begins in a controlled manner. Consisting of little things such as random hugs, quick kisses, or asking you to hold him for a little while.
Over time, Douma would get a bit possessive. You were lucky if you managed to go more than five minutes without Douma forcing you into hour-long cuddle sessions.
One of his favorite things to do is cling to your body and nuzzle his head into your chest.
The feeling of your body's warmth is the only thing that calms his nerves.
Denying Douma’s love is like stabbing him in the heart from his perspective.
"You don’t really love me, do you..? You're just like my parents."
Denying Douma only makes your situation worse.
In Douma’s world, if he forces enough of his affection on you, you’ll eventually love him.
There are periods when Douma is severely mentally unstable.
During these periods, Douma made it clear that you could not and would not leave his side.
You're extra careful when he’s unstable. Any wrong move, and Douma’s threatening to end everyone close to you.
It’s hard for Douma to understand human emotion. Due to his lack of feelings, he can’t possibly understand why you would want to ever leave his side after he’s provided you with a perfect life.
Regardless of how you feel, Douma needs you too much to ever let you go.
Over time, Douma may possibly turn you into a demon to trap you with him for eternity.
He can’t risk losing something that he may never find again. Your love. 
Akaza..
Akaza would kill for you in a heartbeat if it came to it.
The word love itself isn’t nearly enough to convey how much he loves you.
He would love to buy you little things, such as hair pins, just to see your face light up a bit.
Every time you leave, Akaza must be accompanying you.
Akaza always keeps at least one hand on you.
He wouldn’t mind if you didn’t have much physical strength; that’s what he’s there for.
Akaza would rather die than ever see you hurt.
He has a tendency to hurt anyone who causes you just the slightest bit of inconvenience.
Nobody should ever dare gaze upon you with any ill intent.
The other upper moons avoid interacting with you; they know how Akaza can get when it comes to you. 
You're sacred in Akaza’s eyes; he’s practically on his knees for you.
Akaza can become delusional about your love for him. If you don’t hold the same feelings for him, he’ll convince himself otherwise.
Akaza will literally spend hours kissing every inch of your body to prove himself to you.
With night comes Akaza’s paranoia.
There's much more danger for you once the sun sets.
He won’t leave your side for a single second.
In bed, you're always in Akaza’s arms; he’ll refuse to sleep any other way.
Once the sun rises once more, his nerves calm just a bit.
He simply can’t bear the thought of a life without you.
Akaza will pursue your love until the end of time. 
Aizetsu..
Aizetsu is pretty sensitive. Please don’t be too harsh on him.
He craves your affection constantly; it’s the one thing he needs to keep going.
Aizetsu can get aggressive when you refuse to show affection.
He won’t hurt you, but he might get verbally abusive.
Once he’s calmed down, he’ll cry at your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist begging for forgiveness.
He always regrets his behavior once he’s rational again.
Aizetsu sees the world as a depressing place, and you are the only light in his dull life.
One of his many nicknames for you is Sun. 
When Aizetsu gets deeply depressed, he tends to get distant.
He’s running back into your arms soon enough. 
His favorite thing to do is hug you from behind and follow you around.
Aizetsu is excessively clingy on a normal day.
If he is not all over you, something is wrong. 
He’ll ask you to hold him when his anxiety gets hard to bear; you're the only one who can get him to calm down.
He struggles immensely with his mental health.
You happen to be the one to handle Aizetsu when he’s at his lowest.
A lot of it is taken out on you, and he hates himself for it.
A few hours of being in your arms is usually enough for him to be able to function again.
Aizetsu will always do anything he can to make it up to you the next day, starting off with flowers in the morning.
If you don’t forgive him immediately, he’s on his knees once again choking on his own sobs. 
He can’t sleep without you next to him, helping him keep his depressive thoughts away.
At night, he’ll often rest his head in your lap and ask for you to play with his hair.
The feeling of your hands touching his scalp takes his mind off of the billions of things running through his head.
Aizetsu depends on you, don't fail him.
Kokushibo..
Kokushibo is always lurking in a corner, watching your every move.
He prefers to watch you in silence rather than interact with you.
Kokushibo is aware of his unhealthy attraction to you.
Small gifts, such as earrings or handwritten notes, would be left by Kokushibo on most mornings.
He manages to find something to give you each time he goes out.
Kokushibo secretly has a soft spot for you; you're the only one who knows this, of course.
Any affection coming from you stays on his mind for at least a day or two.
Don't upset him. Kokushibo is quick to completely disappear for a few days to teach you a lesson.
Leaving without Kokushibo by your side is forbidden. Once night falls, you can’t leave at all.
His rules may be harsh, but they're for your own good.
On nights that he’s feeling extra stressed, he may ask you to play with his hair.
There's not too much physical contact between you and Kokushibo, despite his hidden obsession.
He has to have a lot going on within himself to flat-out ask for your touch.
Kokushibo will die protecting you. He vowed to keep you protected, always.
You’ll be kept secret from everyone except Muzan. He won’t have you around the upper moons, especially Douma.
If you're feeling particularly stressed, Kokushibo will sit you down and tell you stories from all throughout his 480 years of living.
Kokushibo deeply appreciates your simple presence since he’s been alone for so long. Knowing that you're there is enough for him.
He spends hours watching you sleep at night; he doesn’t sleep much at all himself.
It brings him a sense of peace to watch your sleeping face, knowing that you're at ease.
Kokushibo can live in some type of peace knowing that you're safe and his.
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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)
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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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♡︎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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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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Upper Moons 1-3 & submissive s/o - NSFW headcanons Muzan & car sex - headcanons Threesome with Urogi & Karaku - headcanons Upper Ranks Demons & s/o having hard time orgasming - headcanons (part 1) Hashiras & s/o having hard time orgasming - headcanons (part 2) Upper Moons & Muzan & blind s/o - headcanons Upper Moons & Muzan in heat - headcanons (NSFW) Upper Moons 1-3 & injured s/o - headcanons Becoming the fourth wife of Tengen - headcanons Preening Urogi’s wings - headcanons Being an apprentice of Haganezuka - headcanons Akaza & male reader - headcanons Akaza & the puppy - headcanons Yandere Akaza headcanons Douma, Akaza & s/o walking a dog - headcanons Taking care of Douma when he’s hurt - headcanons Douma & period sex - headcanons Douma & s/o practicing Tessenjutsu - headcanons Douma learning about human emotions Douma & a puppy - headcanons Yandere Douma headcanons Douma & rainy days - headcanons Douma & a devoted s/o - headcanons Douma & car sex - headcanons How to capture Douma’s heart: the perfect personality Douma & sick gn!reader
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MAIN MASTERLIST DEMON SLAYER EMERGENCY REQS
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febuary30thday · 11 months
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Love
Yan! Uppermoons! + Muzan with an affectionate reader!
(Reader who likes giving hugs, kisses, and PDA, stuff like that)
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(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."
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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."
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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!"
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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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reine-uls · 11 months
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More Cold Affections drawings~ 😃
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Midterms are done~ So I’ll be able to continue writing chapter 35 😄
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mayullla · 9 months
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Title: Little Sunshine! (Part 2)
Characters: Mainly Akaza with Douma (/Doma) at the end! (Demon Slayer)
Summary: You were taken into the Paradise Faith cult with Kotoha (Inosuke's mother.) And Douma became rather fond of you like he did with Kotoha. When Kotoha ran away, she had no choice but to leave you behind as Douma hid the truth away from you. After becoming a demon you slept for a year and finally woke up again.
Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, reader recently got turned into a demon and just woke up
Note: Part 1 is here!
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Akaza didn't know when or why he started to become so attached to you. When he was forced to come to Douma's cult to tell that damn demon some news about the demon slayers, he wanted to keep the time there at the minimum.
That was where he met you.
You were alone in the middle of the garden, looking everywhere, confused and tired. He thought you were a human child at first but had to take a second glance when he realized that you were a demon.
He wondered if it was a joke, a demon art of some demon that could turn into a kid. Yet when he saw your eyes, it was clear that you were not a trap made by some weak demon. You looked at him with no fear but with curiosity and wonder. An innocence that was not supposed to be in a demon yet there...
You took a step towards him when your leg suddenly lost energy and started to fall. You thought you would hit the floor, face first into the dirt, but that never happened when the collar of your sleeping robe was grabbed by the mysterious man who was once on top of the wall.
Looking up at him, you saw the man confused face, surprised at his own actions. "Thank you, mister!" You said, returning to looking down to the floor, your feet not quite reaching as you made a kicking motion.
He let you down after a pause, but before Akaza could leave, you started asking him questions. Asking if he knew where Douma was? "How do you know that guy?" Akaza asked curiously at you. You pouted at him as he didn't answer your questions. "I live here! Douma-sama had let me stay!" You told him flapping your shoulders' sleeves.
Somehow, everything clicked in an instant when he realized who you were. He suddenly remembered that long ago, Douma had asked Muzan if he could turn a small kid into a demon a year or two ago.
You were probably the child that he had turned into a demon.
Akaza snapped back into reality when he felt his pants being tugged, looking down to see you holding him, wondering why he wasn't saying anything.
"Mister, are you okay?" You asked curiously. Giving you a grunt, you took it as a sign that he was okay and smiled at him. Watching that smile, it was strange if not weird almost to see it in a demon. Most demons have malicious intent, as most have killed or done things that were morally wrong, even if they haven't by now the smell of blood should linger on their skin. Demons can't eat food anymore to survive.
They needed blood.
Yet here you were. He barely could smell any of it from you. He wondered if this was the first time this ever happened. Why were you even here, Akaza thought to himself as he unconsciously patted your head.
When you giggled, the innocent sounds made him uneasy.
"Mister, play with me!" You called out to him, raising your arms. "Up! Up!" You told him. Akaza blinked again in surprise when he saw you asking him such a thing. Never in his life after becoming a demon did someone ask him to play like this. Most human kids run away either because they already know that he was a demon or they witness him kill someone.
However, you refuse to let your hands down and continue to stare at him. He wondered if you couldn't feel it at all, the difference in rank between him and you. Most demons can't even look at him in the eyes. Yet it seems that you didn't care as you approached him again one step and then suddenly lost strength again, staggering as you thought that you would fall again.
Akaza caught you... again. Why did he do that??
Bring you up to eye level, holding you by the collar Akaza examined you as if you were some foreign alien. You looked at him again and smiled as he wondered why you are so weird?!
Reaching out to him again, you motioned that you want to get on his shoulders.
"... Fine... Just this once." Following your instructions hesitantly as he placed you on his shoulders, holding your legs as you held on his hair. You giggled as you started pointing him in directions to head to, "Go there, Mister! Go there!"
It was so awkward for him as he followed your childish demands, wondering why he was even listening to them. Walking over to trees, you touched the branches that were far too high for you to reach before and beamed at him with self-pride. "I am so tall!" You laughed.
The more the two of you played under the moonlight, the more relaxed Akaza started to become. When was the last time he played like this when he was relaxed with almost no care in the world? He smiled as you showed off to him that you were taller than him when both of you knew that he was carrying you which made you tall.
And Akaza... maybe in a way, wanted to show his powers to you. He thought it would be a fun idea really.
You gasped in surprise when he jumped, the wind on your hair, as you guys reach so high over 3-story buildings up. This was your first time seeing up so high. You shouted in awe and excitement as the both of you landed on the roof of a building. You raved on and on about how cool that was and that Akaza was amazing, with so much respect in your eyes begging him to do it again.
You don't know how long you played with Akaza, jumping higher and higher up in the sky, and you looked at the world around you under the night sky. You didn't know when you fell asleep again, a smile on your lips hugging Akaza's neck as he held you in his arms.
Akaza looked at you in wonder, wondering why you were a demon yet so amazed by what Akaza thought was normal as a demon.
But right now wasn't the time.
"You can show yourself now." Akaza didn't turn around to face Douma. He knew for a long time when the guy showed up but would rather focus on you to really care for the man.
"Ah, Akaza-donno, thank you for taking care of her. She has been sleeping for a while now and must have been so confused to wake alone like this. It is such a shame that I wasn't by her side." Douma walked towards you, his eyes on your hair, your face hidden by Akaza's neck softly snoring away, unable to notice the two demons looking at you.
"She didn't notice anything... she is weak." Akaza stated he could not smell, not even a scent of blood other than Muzan and Douma's in you. In his mind, it was obvious that Douma had been staving you for so long now.
"She has been sleeping for over a year now after her transformation to a demon. The poor little girl refused to drink blood when her senses were telling her to do so. I had an amazing meal prepared just for her, too, that time." Douma smiled, his eyes on you slowly turning to the one holding you. "Thank you for caring for her but I will take it over from her-"
Douma's hand that was reaching out for you suddenly exploded into bits and pieces, spraying blood and flesh. His eyes still smiling as he stared at Akaza showed no emotions of annoyance or anger.
But you could see a small vein on the side of his temple.
Akaza didn't want to give you back to Douma. He didn't want to give you to this sick bastard because Akaza knew that he would break you. And as a demon now, this pain can be forever. Rather than with Douma, Akaza knew you would be father better off with him.
He would not let you go, not like this.
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Note: Hope you liked it! Have a nice day guys~
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Young Deity | Platonic Yandere Dōma x Toddler Reader
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Prior Installments 1, 2,
“Papa, I made a bookway for you!”
“Oh? Why thank you (Y/n)! Did you pick these flowers all by yourself?”
You nodded, gleefully watching as your rainbow-eyed father lit up with excitement. Scooping you up into his cold embrace, kissing your chubby cheeks as you beamed with pride. He took the gaggle of flowers and motioned for one of your maids to get a vase for your gift. While you waited for your father’s attention to return to you, you looked at the various people bowing within the room. Letting your own rainbow-flashing eyes roam over those in the room, no one seemed to stick out to you except for a younger woman’s eyes disappearing with her bowing head. You said nothing as you looked up to your father whose annoyed stare bore into your face until you met his gaze. Once you did your father gave you a fanged smile before snuggling against your head; easily dismissing the crowd. 
“That will be all for today. Leave us.” 
“Thank you Dōma-sama!” “Thank you, oh great one!” 
You watched as they all filtered out, especially the woman with the bright eyes; with two other followers flanking her sides. She was odd to you but you thought nothing of it when you buried your face into the cloth of your father’s robes. 
“What is it my precious? What’s bothering you?”
“...not’ing Papa…I jus’ wanna see ya.”
“Awww but of course! You know I’ll leave everything for you!” The demon lifted your tiny body up high bringing you back to his chest as he addressed your armed maids. 
“What’s next on (Y/n)’s schedule?”
Yun spoke up bowing deeply as she spoke. “First they will be having lunch than their evening nap. After that, they will have their economic instruction and then–”
“That’s enough Yun we’re skipping schooling today.”
“Yes, Dōma-sama.” If she wanted to protest she gave no sign, instead waiting to be dismissed as her leader cradled you as he walked away. Holding you up with ease he put his ear to your tummy nodding to nothing as he heard your giggles vibrate. 
“Oh my? Is that a hungry tummy I hear? Is it really time for us to feed it already?”
He cooed as you giggled at his antics. All but familiar with the urgency he made his demands for your food. In no time at all various trays were prepared with smaller chopsticks in your hand you sat on your father’s lap as you dove into your meal. 
You missed the way Doma’s eyes darkened when you smiled to yourself cheeks full of your meal. But he quickly brightened once more as you eagerly agreed to hid question-not that he would have let you refuse.
“Hey precious, why doesn’t Papa feed you? All you’ll have to do is sit there and Papa will do the rest. Sounds good, right?”
“Okay!”
You sat comfortable in your father’s lap, letting your stomach weigh heavy as you let the spoon hover to your mouth with ample sizes. Dōma admired the little smile and the nonsensical tapping of your hands as you chewed on your food. He watched as your eyes began to droop and he had to prod at your lips for you to open them. When you no longer perked up to eat he hummed at the steady sound of your little breaths. Discarding the utensils and the tray of unfinished food he scooped you up leaving the conference room for your shared bedroom. Dōma didn’t need sleep but he would rather be slain then have you refuse to cuddle up to him as you fall asleep. Being the sole instigator of any emotions he refuses to let you sleep without him being there; whether its along with you or watching from afar. 
“...bright eyes…flow’r…”
Dōma’s rainbow gaze snapped to you as you mumbled in your sleep. It was something you did often but always with traits or names he recognized. Master was Muzan, Koku was Kokushibo, Soft lady was Daki, and you had plenty of other names you dubbed by those that you met. But bright-eyes was a new one. He fought the desire to tighten his hold on you. Wouldn't want you waking up or breaking your tiny little body. He planned to satiate the uncomfortable spike that the mere title brought him. Deciding it best to be patient for the time being.
“Bright eyes, huh? Well, I wonder what you're like?”
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“Oh great young one! It is an honor to happen upon your presence!” 
The voice of a woman had you looking up from your figurines, your maid on staff already standing guarded. It was the woman you had spotted bowing to your father, what caught your attention were her eyes. Brightly green, with olive skin she was like no one you’d ever seen before. That and your eyes seemed to go to her every time she was in the room. Black hair curved around her face held up by an intricate flower that matched her kimono. 
She bowed slowly letting her gaze rise up to look at you as you stared at the flower. Tilting your head at the sight, you spoke with intention.
“That flower is it…a Dahlia?”
The woman snapped up with a smile on her face as she hovered her hand over the flower.
“Hah~! Your young grace even knows this?! How wise and powerful of you~!”
You rubbed at your eyes, an irritation building up as you pushed away a thought. What’s a Dahlia? Nonetheless, you continued. Not like you couldn't anyway.
“Do you own a flower…shop?”
“Hmmhmm~! Back home my father has a plantation that farms many things, I’ve recently come to bring some of his flowers here!” 
She happily informed which immediately spawned another question but you had your own.
“Is that…heallf’y?”
“Excuse me, your grace?”
“Fer da plants, da ones dat bewong he’r?”
Your maid preened as you asked such an informed question. She and her nurse counterparts had recently informed you about the intricacies of ecosystems. Any normal child wouldn't have understood, most definitely, but you of course were above them in every which way! She couldn't be more proud. Unfortunately, the heiress didn’t feel the same, letting a shadow fall over her face. But as quickly as it came it was gone back to her beaming visage, or it would have been had it not been for her twitching eye. That question burned in your head forcing you to ask with an intensity that made her nervous.
“Have you ever had a flower called the blue-spider lily?”
She faltered returning to bowing as she apologizes, “N-no, your greatness! B-but I can find it I’m sure!” 
You gave a look of disappointment turning back to your figurines, where you found that you weren’t as hurt as before. You refused to think about it anymore instead looking to your caretaker to take you away. You didn’t want to talk to this woman anymore, attempting to move to your caretaker’s open arms.
“Wait! Your grace could you offer me your divine word?!--”
“L-let–”
The pull against your garbs was tight. You worried you'd lose them if she didn't stop.
“Please your grace! I’ve been having trouble with my business lately–”
“Pwease let–”
“--The donations! I can give greater if only you would–”
“Didn’t you hear them? They asked you to let them go.”
Dōma’s voice rang out with an audience of other followers watching in scorn. Your maid acted fast slapping the woman’s hand away from you. Everyone watched in silence as she stood frozen in place. Broken out of your stillness by the nudge from your maid, you ran to your father letting him scoop you into his arms to hold you close. 
“Yun, if you’d please.”
“Yes, great one.”
Your maid drew closer to her as Douma shielded your sight, turning away to walk to one of the many rooms meant for enlightenment. Over your father’s shoulder you peeked around to see the woman now in tears soon blocked by the followers gathering tightly around her. 
“It’s not a loss. she hasn’t been all that giving anyway.” Douma spoke in the empty room, letting you play with another set of figurines as he lounged about. 
“She…owns a fl’wr shop…” Douma snapped his gaze toward you, smiling pensively as he tilted his head.
“Oh is that so? Well I wonder…?” He left the question unfinished continuing the thought in his head as he thought of his master. He watched you fiercely rub your eyes with your little hands as you spoke in a low tone.
“She doesn’t know about it.” 
He smiled as he watched you sneeze before going back to playing with your figurines. Looking deeply into your own rainbow-shifting eyes he let out a dry laugh as he rubbed your head.
“Well isn’t that helpful?”
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A month has passed since a strange cult took you within its ranks. It wasn't necessarily by choice but it was something you needed to do in order to survive. Your entire village had been destroyed in a sudden onslaught of ferocious demons, massacring all of your friends and family.
You were left with nothing.
For days you had roamed the mountains and with a heavy heart had accepted the fact that you were going to die, be it from starvation, dehydration or some stray demon devouring you from head to toe.
Lord Douma had other things in store for you.
He was a strange one, the man who rescued you. He was oddly easy to amuse and absolutely everything you did was incredibly entertaining to him. One of his favorite past times were when he would simply stare at you as you talk about your life and perform everyday, mundane duties. At first you thought nothing of it - he saved your life, the least you could do was indulge him just a little bit.
Red flags started to show up soon though - the way he would move and carry himself, it simply was not natural. Whenever there was a meal, Douma would not even look at the food or even have a sip of water. You chalked it up to him having his own private meals and decided to think nothing of it.
You had managed to settle within a comfortable routine which just so happened to often cross paths with the great Lord himself. He seemed to greatly enjoy your presence and would have you with him from the moment the sun had risen until wee hours in the morning.
How was he never tired?
Suspicion slowly turned to fear as you noticed that some members of the cult were missing. No one knew what came of them or where they were last seen, as if some foul creature had spirited them away.
You brought up your concerns with Lord Douma but he just called you silly and told you not to worry about it. "Nothing bad will happen to you!" he'd say reassuringly but his words gave you shallow comfort.
Douma, for whatever reason, was also quite fond of physical touch and you were his favorite when it came to that. He was absolutely shameless and would explore your body however he saw fit. Amongst those odd trysts, you noticed that a powerful metallic smell would cling onto him and would never go away no matter how hard you washed his clothing.
No amount of praying could prepare you for the horror you'd encounter on one moonless evening.
You had woken up due to a strange noise and, against your better judgment, decided to investigate. With nothing but a single candle in your hand and a long but thin nightshirt covering your body, you ventures downwards the dark and creepy hallways. It felt as though the shadows themselves were out to get you because you'd flinch at every single sound no matter how miniscule. The closer you got to Lord Douma's chambers the stranger the noises got - giggling, slurping and crunching could be heard as a horrible stench filled the air, a smell so vile that it made you want to throw up your dinner. You'd often ask him what he liked to eat but naturally, Douma would just dodge your question or say something really silly. "It's easier if I eat alone!" he'd say as he caressed your hair. With each step you took the stench became stronger and stronger and Douma's words continued to ring inside your head like bells.
"You see, I'm a bit of a night owl! It's also not smart to come to my chambers without knocking first!~"
You should have listened to him and his thinly disguised warning.
Through the tiniest of cracks you saw Douma on the floor, covered in fresh blood. A wicked grin danced across his lips as he toyed with the severed limbs with the mauled corpse of a young woman, her eyes stricken with fear even in death.
It took you every ounce and willpower to not scream bloody murder.
With the way he was treating the corpse you'd think that Lord Douma was but a child with a precious toy. His light tone and playful gestures sent chills down your spine as you covered your mouth with your hand, a desperate attempt to conceal any potential noises that may escape you. You watched him for a few moments as you let it all sink in, not even realizing just how much your entire being trembled with fear. Just before you could make a break for it you heard Douma speak.
"I know you're there, watching me. I don't know who you are but I can smell you!"
Crap.
Dropping the candle to the floor you could do nothing but freeze as Douma continued to speak, total indifference lacing his voice.
"I would leave, if I were you. I am in a good mood tonight and shall play stupid so I won't turn around to see your face! Now, be a good little disciple and go back to bed!"
Squeaking like a helpless puppy, you ran away with your tail behind your legs, not realizing that Douma knew damn well that it was you. The demon could sense your presence across a giant mountain if need be and your sweet smell would invade his senses every time he would think about you. It was a shame that you saw him in such a state but he really did not want to kill you. He was content with playing dumb and hoped that it would be the same case for you as well.
As long as you kept your lips sealed, everything was going to be alright.
Part 2 here!
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Yan!Uppermoon HCs (pt. 1)
characters: kokushibou, douma, & akaza
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KOKUSHIBO
Kokushibo already scares with his appearance, height, and strength. As a yandere, he tends to use that to his advantage. It seems to be the only effective way to get your attention so you don’t escape.
He does love you, but if you keep trying to escape, he won’t hesitate to put you in your place. No matter the cost.
Kokushibo is extremely hard to escape from. He has a high IQ and intelligence. Not to mention, he’s Uppermoon One. Any plan you have, he’s already 17 steps ahead.
He does not respond to begging, so you can’t beg your way out of his grasp. Though, he does secretly find it….arousing. 👀
His punishments are extremely painful. It could be anything really. Cutting off your limbs, keeping your family hostage, or even leaving you to starve.
Nonetheless, Kokushibo is obsessed with you.
“Your attempts to leave me are pointless, but I like a challenge.”
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DOUMA
Douma is more subtle about his obsession for you. While he does melt over you, he makes sure you know that you’re beneath him and should be practically worshipping him.
He loves you, that much is true. He won’t hesitate to eat your entire family and won’t feel bad if you cry.
He would provide be the easiest to escape from since he’s always so busy with his cult and his duties as an Uppermoon. He’d always make time for you though.
Begging? Priceless! It makes him laugh that you’re so desperate to resort to such pathetic matters! Of course he won’t let you go.
His punishments are….let’s say you won’t be able to walk for a month or two.
Douma doesn’t treat you like the rest of his followers. In fact, he demands his followers treat you like royalty. You’re just below him in the hierarchy of this cult.
“Ohoho! Keep begging! This is amusing!”
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AKAZA
Out of these three, Akaza is the one who is most lenient. However, that depends on how loving you are toward him.
He’s not one to harm someone he loves but will go there if it comes to that. And trust me, you don’t want it to come to that.
Is Akaza downright crazy for you? Of course! He’s obsessed with you, but he’s much more gentle with you than the other Uppermoons would be.
The chances of you being able to escape from him is dependent entirely on how much he trusts you. If he trusts you, you may be able to escape. If he doesn’t, then you’ll lose any chances at going out at all, let alone escape.
Begging? Cute, but not gonna work. No exceptions. Unless ya’ll fucking.
Punishments are rare. Extremely rare. He composes his feelings around you so you don’t see him as an angry, abusive man.
Overall, he’s probably the most wholesome yandere in the Twelve Kizuki.
“People like you are what the world needs. You’re a delicate flower that needs to be protected.”
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Helloo there! May I ask for some hcs about yandere Douma with a foreigner!fem!human! Reader that is as tall as him, please! 🙏❤️
Yandere Douma
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Douma would fall in love with you because you would stand out.
He would find you really beautiful because of it.
Douma would also find it funny that you are as tall as him.
This would be extraordinary for that time of the world.
This would also make things a little easier.
For Douma, it would be much easier to convince his followers that you are a god if you look divine.
The fact that you are a foreigner brings him a lot of fun.
Douma would be really interested in your language and culture.
Actually, it would also be an obsession.
Douma would love for you to speak "your own language".
It wouldn't matter what you say.
Actually, that would be liberating.
You can insult him freely with no penalties.
You will surely use this gimmick often.
And Douma really doesn't understand anything.
If you were a foreigner it would be much easier to isolate you from your family.
And Douma certainly does.
Douma also eats anyone who is mean to you because of your appearance.
Isint he lovely husband?
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animeyanderelover · 11 months
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Hi, can I request Chae Yul, Dabi, Itachi, Giorno Giovanna, Narancia Ghigra, Leone Abbacchio, Douma and Tomioka Giyu with a very shy s/o ? S/o tries to have as little as possible eye contact with the yandere and tries to be as far away as possible? They also try to cover their faces when they are very embarrassed.
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive relationship, obsession, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, isolation, jealousy, social anxiety, insecurities, violence, death
Very shy s/o
Itachi Uchiha
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🍡Your extremely shy nature is as obvious as it can get and has caused Itachi to feel multiple times a day concerned about you even during his stalker phrase. You’re socially awkward and lack experience as you tend to stick with the things you’re familiar with out of fear to embarrass yourself so the eventual abduction is the worst situation you could be confronted with. Itachi is as understanding as he can be though, is patient and doesn’t try to force you into any more uncomfortable situations. You need time to at least get a chance to adjust but whilst he doesn’t confront you, he at least shows up long enough to let you see that he doesn’t plan to harm you. Itachi definitely feels more protective and there’s this possessive urge at times to keep you completely for himself and to take charge over your life as you have troubles voicing out your opinion. He snaps mostly out of it though, even goes as far as encouraging you to speak up more.
Dabi
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🔹Dabi finds the struggles of his s/o and their shyness just freaking adorable, especially since it’s such a strong contrast to his own personality and the ones of the people he surrounds himself with. Seeing you struggling to talk to others or speak up is such a cute sight to see, stalking you and seeing you troubling yourself with concerned thoughts never fails to lift his mood. Whilst it is cute seeing you being insecure and shy by yourself, the sight of someone making you uncomfortable has his blood boiling and everyone who dares to make his little mouse shy will burn for it. He knows that an abduction will surely only worsen things for you but he doesn’t give a fuck about it. You’re such a breath of fresh air in his life, too pure for someone like him but the taboo of it makes it all more exciting. He attempts to make you a bit more comfortable around him though but at times he makes you purposely nervous to see your reactions and tease you.
Tomioka Giyu
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🌊Giyu isn’t really any better than his s/o, he just manages to be more stoic and hide his emotions better than his s/o does. There’s this feeling of anxiety and nervousness when Tomioka gets the chance to spend time with you though as he doesn’t know what to say or how to express his feelings for you. The end result is always this awkward silence where you try your best to keep your distance and avoid eye contact. Initially when Giyu notices, he’s worried it’s because of him. After some stalking observing, he comes to realize that you’re just naturally very shy and not because you’re intimidated or uncomfortable around him hopefully. Your shy nature stresses him at times out though since he’s almost always worried that he might do something that may make you uncomfortable so he becomes hyper aware when he’s around you, secretly desperate to gain some of your affection. He can’t help the increase within his protective nature though, if someone makes you feel anxious he will step in.
Douma
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❄️Possibly one of the worst when it comes to a very shy s/o. Now, in Douma’s eyes his darling is nothing short of adorable. Every little reaction has his heart fluttering wildly in his chest, every shy word spoken has him enraptured. He dotes excessively on you for your shyness, spoils you with all the riches he can give. Unfortunately Douma lets his sadistic streak show as he forces you into uncomfortable situations with him only to see your shyness and witness the way you avoid eye contact, stutter and pinch your heated cheeks whilst cooing over your sweetness. Whether he violates your personal space or asks you gruesome and weird questions. It should be pointed out that Douma is awfully possessive though. You are only for his eyes and everyone else who either gets a glimpse of your adorable personality or makes you a bit anxious will be beheaded on the spot. For that sake Douma keeps you isolated as everything about you should only be his to savor and cherish.
Giorno Giovanna
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🐞Some may think that this should be forbidden. Giorno himself understands though. The unlikelihood of two people so vastly different as someone like you should never be involved with the likes of him. Ultimately Giorno won’t stay away from you though as he’s possessive and partially delusional too. Unlike the force and power he holds, he approaches you normally though as he hides who he is from you in an attempt to charm you and have you falling in love with him naturally instead of straight up forcing you. He takes advantage of your shy personality though as he knows that you feel nervous to approach new people and starts manipulating your surroundings so you end up spending a lot of time with him and only him. Whilst your shy reactions around him might be adorable at first, it’s important to him that you feel comfortable around him. Giorno is fairly patient and suave with you but you have an abduction coming eventually for you.
Leone Abbacchio
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🍷Abbacchio is hit with feelings of insecurity and shame as he can’t help but feel like this should be illegal. You’re without a doubt the purest and softest person he’s ever met and normally he would have frowned at your behavior. But all it really took was your sensibility and your caring nature to make him fall for you as you showed him more kindness than the majority of people he knows. He doesn’t deserve you, it’s something Leone tells himself daily as you don’t fit within the grim lifestyle he leads. He doesn’t want you to find out who he really is for the sake of keeping what he has of you in his life now. He’s a bit dependent on the slices of kindness and nurture you give him, especially since he knows that you have troubles socializing due to your shyness, a trait which overwhelms him at times. Abbacchio turns very vicious and aggressive around others if they make you anxious, follows you around more than you should know as his protective streak makes it hard for him to not do nothing.
Narancia Ghirga
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🧡Narancia overdoes it when it comes to his darling due to the clear inexperience in general when it comes to the concept of loving someone romantically. He's never really met someone as shy as you before either and frankly spoken, that leads to some misunderstandings, especially since he's paranoid. Your shyness is mistaken as fear as you can't keep eye contact with him and always keep a good distance between you two. Narancia, assuming that you don't want to be with him, takes for that the wrong path as he starts following you around even more, invades your privacy and tries desperately to gain your attention until he can't take it anymore and bursts out in tears in front of you, blaming you for not even giving him a chance and begging you to accept him. Even after he has understood that you're just a very shy person, he turns only worse with those around you as he starts threatening everyone as soon as you look remotely uncomfortable and smothers you with his presence and affection to make you feel protected.
Chae Yul
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💜Chae Yul might find your shyness adorable later on but as long as you keep avoiding him and his gaze, you really trigger the worst inside of him. Yul is addicted to your thoughtfulness and your kindness you show him, especially during the days where he is bullied. He starts to believe that you two only need each other and his obsession really starts kicking in after he realizes that you're someone who has troubles adjusting to new people and new situations, hence why he makes sure to keep you away from others. You only need him and he makes it significantly hard for you to form new bonds since he's clingy and follows you around everywhere, convinces you to stay with him and threatens and scares everyone else away, paranoid that you might get close to someone. He's already boiling with jealousy if he realizes that you have less troubles looking at someone and talking to them which only results in him guilt-tripping you with tears into showing him affection, he won't allow anyone else getting in between you two.
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hyqerfixation · 10 months
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𝐈𝐬𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐢’𝐝.
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UPPERMOONS (upset gyokko and hantengu)X BROKE MODERN READER
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Part one.- also I’m not used to making story’s instead of one shots sorry y’all 🤞
-GIF MADE BY ME.
Female reader
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Daki and Akaza first because they are my favs and they seem like they could be besties if they put their mind to it
Y’all let’s get into it 👅
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“Incompetent is the only valid word to describe you three right now.”
Akaza respectually bowed his head in shame,not daring to speak over his master.Whereas Gyutaro and his younger sibling Daki tried to decorously reason with Muzan,once he finished talking.
“B-but sir,we really did try to hunt all of them down,but then upper three came and they all scattered like mice!” Daki lifted her head to look up at observe his expression,only to see that he has gotten more perplexed.Muzan brought his hand to his face and pinched harshly at the bridge of his nose.
“I do not want this nonsense to happen again,do you understand?”muzan looked down and sneered.The thick sense in the room could choke the three uppermoons,they really have fucked up.
The three nodded.
“Yes sir.”
Just like that Muzan turned around,having his back faced towards the three.
“Nakime.”
Nakime was the shy lady who sat leg crossed on the floor.Her jet black hair covered most of her face besides her own mouth,she looked at her wooden biwa licked the tip of her finger and strung her biwa.With that a majority of shojis closed of. Making the figure of muzan disappear.With that,Muzans presence was gone.
“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” Daki groaned,getting up and kneeling to turn towards Akaza.Only to be held back by the green and black hair Oni.
“Sister calm down” gyutaro tugged.
“You guys were struggling against 3 boys and a hashira? I just wanted to help a fellow moon” Akaza sighed,unbothered by Dakis shouts.
“ARE YOU MOCKING US?”
“Daki he’s like three ranks above us stop being annoying.”
Daki kept rambling on to Akaza,who was asking nakime to teleport him to where he was prior.
Once Daki was done having a temper tantrum.She sighed and stood with her arms crossesed firmly.
“Hey biwa lady, once you teleport Akaza-dono, take us back to the entertainment dis-“
POP!
Before gyutaro could finish his sentence daki disappeared into thin air.making a loud pop sound echo.
“What the fuck, biwa lady where did you teleport her”
Nakime laid down her biwa beside her carefully.
“I did not play my biwa,so there was no way for me to teleport her anywhere”
Akaza stood in stupor.He nor gyutaro could not feel dakis presence at all.
“If she did teleport she must be far.I cannot feel her aura.” Akaza commented
Gyutaro turned away from the two demons,his hands clammy and trembling, he clawed and attached his face gratingly. His worry starting show.
Akaza’s face softened slightly.Not wanting to let any of his guard down towards a rival. Akaza was about to comfort gyutaro, walking up to the lower ranked moon to put his hand on his shoulder,then suddenly.
POP!
gyutaro turned around quickly, hoping that Daki could have possibly have teleported back from that simular sound.Only his eyes to widen in shock to see that Akaza was now also missing.
“Biwa lady, did Akaza leave or did the same thing happen to him as Daki?”
Nakime only looked down in slight curiosity.She didn’t really care about the disappearances of her fellow allies. She just didn’t want the blame from the boss in the near future.
“No, he disappeared Along side with your sister.”
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A loud thud made noise with this creaking sound. Akaza slowly pushed him self up only to be on a-
Futon? No, this futon isn’t on the ground.it has a sort of, frame? Elevating it from the ground underneath.
Perplexed Akaza looked around in his surroundings. It seems he’s in a room with no shoji but with one or two windows. Akaza laid his eyes on the kyodai (a small vanity in the tashiō era). Although, Akaza noted that it seemed a lot more western;Infact the whole room seemed to be based on more western objects which was unrecognisable. Was he and Daki teleported to a different country?
He got of this weird different cultured futon as He looked at himself at the mirror.
‘Why are my kanjis gone? Same as the marks on my torso and face?’
Akazas hair was still pink and he still had stripes on his wrists. Although, as for his marks on his body. They suddenly vanished. While there isn’t no kanji in his yellow eyes: infact, his eyes weren’t yellow anymore.They were now an ocean blue, which Made him seem more human like. Akaza cautioned himself towards this opened wall.
‘I’m going to assume this is a western styled shoji, whatever if I find Daki we might be able to teleport the fuck out of here.’ Akaza thought to himself.Although, as soon as Akaza stepped into this hallway.
“HYAHHHHH”
Akaza suddenly turned around in the hallway. Barley dodging the frying pan that skimmed past his head. Only to dead pan when he noticed it was Daki.
“I MIGHT NOT KNOW WHERE I AM RIGHT NOW AND WHY I LOOK SLIGHTLY UGLIER BUT I WILL STILL KILL YOU IF YOU COME NEAR ME.RAH”Daki held multiple kitchen sources in her hand. As well as wooden spoons and plates.
“I CAN DO CLOSE COMBAT AND FAR RANGE COMBAT. TRY ME BASTARD IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR CENTURIES.”
Akaza gaped blankly at daki. who had white hair and blue eyes with no kanji in sight.Yet she still had her revealing outfit on,the same outfit from normal.Also to add on it seemed that she was speaking clear English? Which was weird.Since the both of them was foriegn to the language.
“I MIGHT NOT HAVE MY BLOOD DEMON ART BUT I STILL HAVE MY FUCKING SASS” only to get more worried once the “stranger” in Akazas clothes come closer towards her
“Daki it’s me Akaza. I got teleported here to while trying to talk to your brother.” Akaza put his hands on daki shoulders.
“Oh, right I should’ve reconigsed your clothes. Sorry for nearly obliterating you Akaza-Dono”
“About that, I’ve realised that we are not demons anymore. Hence us having a different appearance and not dying from the sun light being brought in from these windows.” Akaza brought his hands down then brought one to his chin. He continued to think.
“Right! Akaza dono before I realised you were here I couldn’t do any blood demon art. Also I accidentally cut my hand on one of these blades I’m holding and I couldn’t regenerate!”
Daki showed her hand that still had the fresh cut.
“Right you need to patch that cutup Daki, We don’t know how fragile our human bodies are right now.”
Akaza held dakis wrist and walked around the place.It seemed to be a home of a human already, so Akaza looked cautiously.
“I think this is a bandaid. Put this on over the cut quickly. We need to find an exit out of here or something that could help us okay.”
Daki held akazas shoulder firmly. Making him turn to face her.
“What about my brother?”
“He will be just fine without you for now. We just have to find something that could get us back for now.”
Daki nodded her head. Trusting a higher ranked demon is more reasonable then freaking out like she did earlier.
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“Ughhh, we’ve been looking for ages now. All there is this dumb looking stuff!” Daki huffed, throwing an iPad onto the bed.Then walked towards the closet to see female clothes inside.
“This is the only room we haven’t looked at yet.just keep looking”
Akaza looked at picture frames and objects.He then continued to open the first draw and pull out a black bra.
Akaza sighed “another unkown western thing.Although it could be used as rope?”
Akaza turned to Daki, who snickered.
“Akaza-dono, I think that’s a western sarashi.”
(Sarashi was used to hold and cover the female and male chest in the tashiō era lmao)
Akazas face suddenly went red.Shoving the bra back into the draw and shut it.Face going even redder when he realised that there was loincloth in the draw aswell.
“Well Atleast we know the home owner is a female.”
Akazas eye twitched,
“Sure.”
Daki sat on the bed and grumbled.she looked up to Akaza who sat on the chair to the vanity.
“We are stuck Akaza-dono.it’s no use.”
Both Akaza and Daki began to sulk and look towards the floor.
It was silent until-
*keys jingle,click.*
Suddenly Daki and Akaza look at eachother in suprise.While Akaza slowly got up from the chair and walked to the edge of the door. Daki got up from the bed and followed closely behind his shoulder.Even though Akaza wasn’t as cool as her brother.She knows that Akaza was stronger then both of them combined;Making her feel safer behind him.She would never admit it though
Akaza and Daki peered around the corner.
The front door closed. Revealing a girl in a coat that’s been caught out in the rain. The H/C girl took her shoes of and went to the bathroom.Which was across the bedroom in the girls small apartment.
Y/N was broke.Making money of two jobs,one being a waitress at some fancy restaurant.Whereas her second job was working in a bakery.She owned a small apartment with only one bedroom and one bathroom.It was somewhat messy.Yet she never cleaned it though.
“Fuck”
Akaza muttered under his breath. He admitted the human girl was admirable. She might not look like the women or dress like the women from the tashiō era but none of that mattered, he still thought of her as pretty.
Same as Daki. She wouldn’t admit it but the girl that’s just came through that door was nearly as pretty as her.She wouldn’t admit that though.
Y/n started to walk towards her bedroom. Only to alert the duo
“Shit we need to hide.”
Daki and Akaza looked for a place to hide. Akaza hides under the bed while Daki decided to hide in the closet.
Y/N enters her room.
“What the fuck is the iPad doing in my bed? I haven’t used that in like a week?”
Y/N picked her iPad up and placed it back on her desk
“So like what? You’re telling me that you want to quit to be a vollyba player.What world are we in? Haikyuu?” Y/N chuckled to herself on the phone.
All Akaza could see from under the bed is feet.
Y/N picks her towel up from the floor and wraths it out.
“Right susumaru,I’ll call you later I’m gonna hop into the shower.Aha alright cya.”
Y/N places the phone on the bed while she walks out the room to take a shower.Akaza comes out from under the bed and looks at the device that Y/N was just on.
“Daki the humans gone”
Daki slowly comes out the closet holding a cute hoodie.
“I shouldn’t be hiding from humans:humans should be hiding from me” she groaned
“This clothing is so cute though.”
Akaza picked up the phone and in curiosity.He examines it up close.
“Daki don’t you think this is strange?”
Daki turned around.
“What do you mean?”
“We are humans.In a different country,We don’t understand it’s culture nor language but we understood that girl perfectly?”
Dakis eyes widen.walking to Akaza and putting the hoodie down onto the bed.
“Whatever’s happend to make us teleport it has changed up completely.what if we are in a different universe.”
Akaza turns on the phone.Completely distracted by this futuristic technology.
“Whatever’s happening,we need to get back home and inform master-“
Akaza was cut of by a scream.Which caught the two kizuki off guard. Making them both turn around to the girl standing in the hallway.
The girl tried to run towards the door. Since Y/N couldn’t call the police on her phone since that weird emo guy had it.She had to get out quickly. Maybe use somebody else’s phone to call the police.
Although her idea came to an halt when a hand came over her mouth.
“Look human.We don’t know why we are here either,we are just as scared as you are”
Y/N bit as hard as she could on akazas hand causing him to let go of her mouth. Although he still had his other arm slung around her waist and Daki kept hold of her shoulders, causing her to stay put.
“Look I don’t give a shit about your weird roleplay and cosplays but I’m not into this! so get the fuck out of my apartment before I call the cops!”
“AKAZA-DONO SHES CALLING RE-ENFORCEMENTS IN! WHAT DO WE DO!?!”
Akaza loosened his grip around you and closed in onto Y/Ns ear.
“Look lady, me and my ally really don’t want to hurt you at all.Will you sit down and listen to us,please?”
Y/N seeing how they don’t have any weapons nor seem to have any threat. She decided to come to an agreement.
“Out of safety,I will only listen if you guys stay Across the room from me.So I know you won’t hurt me.”
Akaza let go around her waist and looked her up and down.aHe grabbed Dakis shoulder causing her to let go of you too.
“Of course.”
Y/N walks towards her own bed and plops herself down on it.She grabs hold of her phone tightly while signalling the two to go on the other side of the room.
“Go and stand infront of the closet.”
Daki grumbled and rolled her eyes.
“How can a girl so pretty be so bossy”
Akaza pulled her alongside him to the closet.
“You are one to talk Daki” Akaza bluntly spoke.
Infront of the closet Daki and Akaza stood. Akaza shrugged his shoulders
“Is this fine enough for you lady?” Akaza questioned.
Y/N crossed her legs and rested her hands together.
“Yes.now fucking explain to me why two people broke into my house in some weird roleplay? Not only that why do you keep calling me a human like you guys aren’t human yourself?”
Daki chuckled
“Well actually human, we aren’t”
Y/Ns eyes broaden while she laughed
“You what? I don’t seem to understand? Are you guys still roleplaying even though I threatened to get the cops involved?”
Akaza begings to explain what happend from the beginning.
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“Right.. so the two of you got isekai’d?” Y/N pondered.
Akaza and Daki looked at eachother in confusion
“What’s that?” Daki asked
Akaza turned his head side ways in bewilderment and stared blankly towards Y/N.
“Isekai’ is where like…how do I explain it, it’s where people gets teleported to another universe whether it be a game universe or a movie universe.”
Dakis mouth was agape.making an ‘ohh’ sound.Akaza just crossed his arm and look to the side.
“I guessed that’s what happens to us then.”
Akaza turned to look at you.with slightly blushed cheeks.
“Do you,perhaps know how we could get back”
Y/Ns face blanked.Were these lunitics serious? She stood up from the bed and grabbed the two demons roughly and started to drag them towards the door.Akaza and Daki was just bewildered.
Y/N stopped at the wooden front door.
“Look,you two seem really nice and you guys kept me company which I do appreciate.although your both crazy and I think you guys need mental health if you guys genuinely think whatever this magic phenomenon that’s going on is real.”
Y/N gave them a gentle shove outside the door.
“Look I really don’t have time for this I have to have a shower then get ready to go to bed.I now only have four hours to sleep until I have to get up to the bakery tomorrow morning.”
Daki and Akaza frowned at her comment.
Y/N yawned and looked past the two who seemed desperate. To see it’s starting to get darker and darker outside.She couldn’t help but feel like shit leaving two mentally I’ll people to walk by themselfs in the dark.she wouldn’t want to be responsible for whatever happens to them;yet she doesn’t want to keep them inside her small tiny apartment.
‘Damn you self conscious’ y/n thought to herself.
“If it makes you two more comfortable I can order you guys an Uber? To any place you want I’ll pay for it.”
Akaza looked behind him and thought to himself what an Uber was while daki irritated started to twitch her eye.
“Look stupid human, we don’t know where we are we need to get back home!”
Daki thrailed her arms around the place.Starting to think about gyutaro.She started to become more and more upset.
Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. At this point she just wanted to slam the front door in their faces.she wont though since She will feel bad afterwards.
“Well if you don’t know where you are how about I get you a god damn Uber to the closet police station. They can get you back home.”
“No;No,No”
Akaza rejected shaking his head. He pointed at y/n .
“Look lady, you said we were isekai’d. That means not a simple police station can get us home. We got teleported into your home.There must be an exit in here somewhere.”
“Yeah outsmart her smartness akaza!” Daki added on
Y/N now irritated decided to leave all her morals tonight.
*SLAM*
Y/N shut the wooden door on Daki and Akaza and locked the key whole.
“People just get weirder and weirder everyday.”
Before y/n went to go and turn the shower on, the shower she was supposed to be finished with two hours ago. She turned around and looked through her doors peep hole.Only to see Akaza sat on the apartment complex floor and Dakis upper half leaned over the apartment balcony crying.
Y/N felt alittle guilty.
“I’ll call the cops to help them.there’s nothing o can really do to help them,there delulu” y/n considered.
Her thoughts stopped abruptly when a loud-
POP!
Y/n stood baffled when a white blonde teleported and fell onto the floor. He seemed tall.He also had weird clothes on like the other two from before.Having a red turtle neck and weird beige pants. With socks and…SANDLES?ew.
“What the fuck.”
She cautiously walked to the guy now on the floor to see that he’s unconscious,Y/N squatted down next to him and blow wind his face.
“Hello? Why did you just teleport into my living room?”
She checked to see if he was alive by checking his heart beat-
Wait.
“Me and Akaza are demons lady,so what” y/n remembered what Daki said earlier.She didn’t want to believe them but when a big weird looking dude just randomly teleports into thin air in you living room things seem a lot more believing.
For fuck sakes.
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The door clicks open. Only for Daki and Akaza to see Y/N inviting them back inside.
“I think I understand what you guys were on about now.”
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TASHIŌ SECRET!!
Y/N actually has another side gig to make money!!She is also a babysitter on some weekends.
She babysits a rich woman’s baby. Which actually gives her a good amount of cash.
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I hope you guys enjoyed this!! This is my first story so idk if it really makes sense or not. Either way I make these for fun so pls no hate 🙇‍♀️🤞
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𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 - 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚
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𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐝𝐮𝐛 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧? 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟑.𝟕𝐤
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟
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The last thing Akaza wanted to do was meet with Douma, but it was needed. After years of searching, he had finally come across information regarding the Blue Spider Lily. And as aggravating as it is, Akaza came to the conclusion that he needed Douma’s help. After all, Muzan hasn’t let up on updates in regards to the flower. It’s just the best option. 
Seeing Douma was already enough - an insufferable headache, but seeing you would be an entirely different feeling. Two things stand in Akaza’s way tonight. 
You, who’s been degraded simply as a toy. A “prized possession.” And the Upper Moon 2. 
It’s not that you had the choice of being held captive like this, Akaza knows. Douma doesn’t usually open his arms to humans as he thrives on feasting on the desperate, using them for money and food. He’s never shed an ounce of care to anyone, until you. And Akaza knows why, he sees it. 
To his disdain, Akaza has known you for a little over a year now. However, it’s been quite inevitable to pay a visit to Douma’s often due to Muzan’s orders. 
And with that, he can see how special you are in the little time he’s been around you. How soft your skin looks, the way you shy away from Douma’s touch, your pleading eyes every time he needs to stop by Eternal Paradise. At first, Akaza thought you’d be a meal the Upper 2 is saving to ripen up for the right moment, but after a few visits, he could see the demon has taken a liking to you. 
You never say much, though, and that unknowingly opened a door of curiosity to Akaza. So, he began watching you closely during his visits. 
It turns out that it’s a shame, a disgrace, how Douma treats you - having you wait on his beck and call - treating you like a doll. A disgrace how Douma dresses you everyday, forces a spoon to your mouth every meal, speak when spoken to… The bastard has you right at his hip everywhere he goes but as soon as he needs to attend business with Muzan, he resorts to chaining you up. Akaza isn’t surprised by the demon’s behavior, he’s used to Douma being a scumbag, but he can’t help the thought of how you feel. How you got sucked into all of this and just accept the treatment given to you. 
Because Akaza can recall more than once how many times he's walked in on you bent over the bed, Douma roughly pulling at your hair to keep your head up, or a hand wrapped around your pretty throat, your mouth filled with Douma’s cock, you completely naked straddled over the demon being split over his cock while hes fully dressed - you name it. All while the Upper moon smiles sadistically at your scrunched up face, cooing in your ear. 
If Akaza could somehow voice his thoughts, Douma would disagree with the perception of rough treatment. He feeds you, clothes you, has given you a title in Eternal Paradise… you’ve gotten anything you’ve ever wanted and more. What's so bad about that? You’ve never back talked or tried to escape. He’s given you the life he thinks you deserve. He just simply adores you. 
And Akaza’s the only other demon who knows that an Upper Moon has taken a human for pleasure other than killing. In a fucked up way, he choses to. Douma keeps his secrets, so he will keep Douma’s. Especially if it means that you’ll be kept around long enough.
Akaza doesn't make a sound when he walks through the forest leading up to Eternal Paradise, the sky pitch black as the moon shines through the trees. He’s quick when jumping up, running across the roof of the mansion leading up to Douma’s room. 
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It’s a routine night for you and Douma and the last member of Paradise had just left. Your head lays across his thigh as he sits upright in his throne. The room is dim and quiet as the candle lights flicker. He likes this time alone with you, as today was very busy for him. You don’t dare move a muscle until he says so, so you lay there peacefully as his fingers shift through your hair over and over, petting you gently while he hums a lullaby.
Every night ends like this after the last person stumbles through the door pleading for Lord Douma to help them. As always, he is more than happy to give them a home here at his paradise. He clothes them, feeds them and many work around the palace to tend to the gardens and clean. People seem to have a very fulfilling life here when they are at their lowest. And so it seems that after a certain amount of time, they leave. You believe Lord Douma helps led these people back on the right path in life. 
But for you, you have a different role here. And that’s why you can’t view the gardens, you can’t chat with the members of paradise. You’re bound to the Lord - to never escape his sight. 
Hearing a soft thump disrupts the silence. You look towards the open balcony, careful not to move your head on Douma’s lap. As the curtains flow with the gentle breeze, you can make out Akaza’s figure illuminated by the moon standing still between the balcony doors. 
“Ahh, Lord Akaza!” Douma greets, but his hand does not falter from petting you. “What a lovely night isn’t it? Not a cloud in the sky, you can see all the stars tonight!” 
You can see Akaza’s muscles tense as he steps in the room, his hands clenched and glued by his sides. When Lord Akaza shows up, he always seems like he’s holding back. You can see the hatred in his eyes and the way he stills when talking, yet he still visits the Lord. You’ve grown to drown out the conversations they have, and you really don’t know who the tattooed man is other than his name, but you can decipher these meetings and all the names you hear are tied to Douma’s sanctuary. 
“I’ve come to discuss the Blue Spider Lily.” 
“Why don’t you come make yourself comfortable, Lord Akaza? I haven’t seen you in a while, I’ve started to worry.” Douma’s cheerful voice fills the room. 
Akaza stands for a moment as he scans the room before his golden eyes land on you. 
“Come here old friend! Don’t be shy.”
The tattooed man thinks for a moment and without saying a word, he takes a seat in front of you and Douma on the floor before the throne. Usually he wouldn’t do this. In all honesty, in the back of his brain, he is disgusted with himself for showing such willingness to the bastard. He’d never shown an ounce of respect towards the Upper 2, but the way your eyes follow his every move intrigues him. His body moves without thought. He needs to see you up close. 
“I’ve overheard some information about the flower Lord Muzan has been searching for and-”
“Ya, ya!” The hand that's been petting you throws up in the air, waving off Akaza’s words. “I don’t want to discuss work, I’ve been working all day-” he pouts, “what have you been up to? Tell me something new, dearest friend.”
You're so close to the Upper 3, that when he gets cut off you can see clearly how his eye twitches in irritation. You can’t count it, but a long moment of silence thickens the room. 
“Ahh, my comrade, no need to scowl. You never smile! I just want to have a nice conversation. You don’t know how exhausting people can be, always telling us such negative things. Such a long day for me and my darling, you know? It’s nice to see such a familiar face, isn’t it my dear?” 
You nod against Douma’s lap as Akaza’s eyes find yours. “Yes, Lord Founder.” 
“Ah my sweet, you know not to call me that in front of friends! Work is over now.” 
“Yes, Douma.” You comply, and Akaza’s heart pings through his chest, gritting his teeth watching you obey the bastard without a thought in your mind. Douma notices this. 
“Isn’t she beautiful?” A hand brushes your cheek to cup your jawline, “just the most beautiful thing in this world, right Akaza?” The white haired man hums.
The pair of golden eyes in the dimly lit room are unwavering, glued to yours as he sits silently. 
“C’mon Lord Akaza! Tell her she’s beautiful!” Douma persists. The hand over your jawline moves slightly, a finger grazes over your lips, asking politely to let it in. And you do. Your mouth drops slightly to cradle Doumas finger with your tongue, sucking down when he pushes in more. 
The Upper 3 swallows thickly, and you can see his chest rise and fall a little quicker now. 
“Yes,” his response is airy.
Douma grins, keeping his eyes on Akaza - the man who refuses to take his gaze away from you.
“I see you, Akaza. I see it every time you visit.” A second finger gently pushes through your lips and presses down on your tongue, causing your mouth to drop open. Your saliva pools onto Doumas pants. Your body is trained by every touch the Lord makes, much to your dislike, but you can’t help how fat your body grows hot just from this.
“You can’t help but stare at her. She’s such a beauty, I don’t blame you one bit.”
Akaza straightens his back, taking his attention towards Douma. “Lord Muzan-”
Your moan interrupts his sentence. This is the second time he’s been interrupted, but it’s not as infuriating as the first. If anything, it spikes anxiety in his chest as his eyes are quick to look at you. 
Your face is flushed and your mouth is drooling all over Douma’s fingers, soaking his pants as he continues to push in and out of your lips. Looking down, Akaza can see Douma’s other hand playing with your breast over your dress, teasing and twisting your nipple as you squirm. 
Akaza pries his eyes away, forcing himself to come back down to reality. Before he could move to stand, Douma’s voice is low and soft as he asks.
“Would you like to have a go? She’d be happy to please our good friend, right darling?” You give a nod after a pause.
Akaza’s eyes widened, unsure from shock, from disgust or from… something else. 
There’s no way he’d stoop to this level, right? He sees the way you’re treated by this monster. He fucking hates the guy. Your delicate body getting abused by him, he can’t handle thinking about it. Douma repulses him. 
Douma is quick to hoist you between his legs, your back to his chest as his feet swoop over your ankles, causing your legs to stay wide open and in place. 
“Look, she’s not wearing anything under her dress! I keep her like this all the time. I can’t get enough. You’ll see why - Just look, look at how pretty her pussy is.” Douma voice sing-songs through the room again, happy as ever to persuade the other Upper Moon. 
“Fuck you.” Akaza stands quickly to leave. 
“Are you sure Akaza? Look at her, she’s so needy.” He pauses, “She needs you, see?” 
Douma’s hand slithers between your legs to rub your cunt a few times before spreading you open. You can’t help but buck your hips into his touch, your pussy getting slick with minimal effort. 
A soft smack to your cunt makes you jump. “Be good, darling.” Douma says lowly in your ear as a light warning. 
Fuck Douma. Akaza’s face is burning, his heart pounds loudly through his ears. He can’t do this. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, but he can’t do it like this. His mind races back and forth, does he want this? Fuck Douma. The throbbing in his pants says another thing. And, fuck, does he ache for you. He’s been hard since the moment he saw you tonight., of course he has. But now, he's painfully constricting his own pants. It’s hard to deny anyone in the room, including himself, that he doesn’t want this. Fuck Douma.
It's been a true battle deep within himself about how he feels towards you, towards Douma, towards the whole situation.
“C’mon comrade! I can hold her just like this and you can fuck her however you want! She’s so sweet- will let you do anything.” Douma presses a quick kiss to your temple. 
Akaza’s chest heaves deeply, his veins constrict as he stands there seething. His body is hot with hatred, but his blood feels like lava aching to touch you. 
He could show you what really feels good, not this sadistic shit Douma puts you through. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes meet yours. What he would do to see you come undone. He needs to see that fucked out face again, it’s burned in his memory. The only thing he can picture after all the times he’s walked in on you and Douma - you.
Akaza slowly turns back to face you both and you immediately see how hard he is through his pants. Precum is already leaking through the fabric as his cock is strained against it - he looks painfully hard. 
“C’mon Akaza, be my guest.” 
Like a moth to flame, Akaza mindlessly steps forward to kneel before your open legs. Saliva builds thickly in his mouth taking in the sight of your pretty cunt as Douma rubs little circles around your clit. 
Douma’s eyes are dark and wide, smiling ear to ear as he watches Akaza become entranced by you. But as soon as Akaza leans forward for a taste, Douma speaks up.
“No need to prep her Akaza, that’s for another time. I can see how you want to fuck her right now, why don’t you just do it?”
The tattooed man's teeth clench with the other’s words. Fuck Douma. 
Before Akaza makes a move, he looks up to your pleading eyes. You look so beautiful. 
Akaza pulls down his pants only to his thighs to free his aching cock before fingers are shoved forcefully in his mouth. 
“But I’ll let you taste her like this for now, isn’t she so sweet? Everything about her is fucking perfect dont you think?” Douma plunges his fingers, rolling around Akaza’s tongue so he can get a proper taste. 
For a second, he’s bewildered by Douma putting his hands on him, but that thought was flushed away when he tasted you on his tongue. And holy fuck did you taste like heaven. With fingers in his mouth, Akaza’s eyebrows furrowed as he jerks himself off to tasting you. 
“What do you say to our dearest friend, sweet girl?”
“P-please Lord Akaza, I want you inside me.” Your voice is needy. Your stomach bubbles with anticipation. Looking between your legs as Akaza jerks off you take a good look at what’s coming. He’s thick, thicker than your lord, but not as long. His head is agitated, red from throbbing and oozing in precum, slicking down with every stroke he makes. The sound of Douma’s fingers in his mouth mixed with slick clicking from him touching himself fill the room. 
The clicking noises get faster, golden eyes stare down between your legs as Douma plays with your went cunt before him. 
“Ah ah, Lord Akaza, slow down, you’ll want to save that. She’s so tight! She’ll suck you in so bad you don’t think you’ll ever get out!” 
And with that, Douma removes his fingers to lift your dress up all the way, revealing your stomach and breasts. Akaza’s body shakes with need, his eyes blown wide taking in the sight of your whole body. 
“Come on, comrade, she needs you. Look at how wet you got her!”
The next thing you feel is Akazas blunt head poke your clit, running his cock easily along your folds. The man lets out a staggered sigh, his eyes glued to the movement as his hand slithers under your knee and around your thigh. Blunt fingernails knead into your flesh as he rocks himself over your cunt. 
You’re unsure of how Douma wants you to perform. Butterflies fill your lower stomach, the heat is unbearable as you want to rock against the man too. The feeling of his cock dragging along your folds then his balls pressing against your opening makes you want to cry at how badly you want to come. With every drag away from you, your slick strings to his balls and it feels like a crime.
You look up to Douma with pleading eyes, unsure of what he wants. He’s never shared you with anyone. You’ve come to learn Douma is incredibly possessive of you. 
A sadistic, dark face is already staring down at you when you look up. Colorful eyes blown wide as his mouth is curled up in that creepy smile he does, the same exact face he makes when you cry, or gag or plead with him when he fucks you. 
It’s pure unhinged lust.
“Show him how good he’s making you feel.” 
This gives you the green light to buck your hips into Akaza, letting out a soft whimper. Your hips roll and grind into his cock back, making him groan. 
“You make her feel good, Akaza, look at how wet she is! Put it in, you’ll wanna see the face she makes, it’s like the gates of heaven. Like looking at a real life angel!”
Akaza’s blunt head slides down once more and meets his head to your opening, and without any warning, he presses in. 
“Holy fuck-” Akaza breathes. 
Your back arches away from Douma, your head falling back into his chest as your mouth lolls open. Akaza’s thickness stretches you out like nothing before, and you feel every inch of it. 
Hands come up to cup your cheeks, “Oh, sweet baby, look at you! Oh Lord Akaza, look at this face! So perfect.” 
Akaza is transfixed on your face. Tears swell at the corners of your eyes and fall, your lips open like this look so perfect, your furrowed eyebrows - its taking everything not to come right here and now. 
Akaza bottoms out. His balls press firmly against your ass. He can feel every quiver you make. 
“Look at him, look at how good your pussy is!” Doumas hands squeeze your cheeks to obey. You look up through thick lashes and tears to Akaza’s mouth slacked and eyes half lidded. To no warning, he pulls out and thrusts back into you. 
“Hmph!” You whimper with every stroke he gives you. 
Akaza cant control himself, no fucking way now. You’re so tight, sucking him in with every thrust and not letting go when he pulls back. You’re fucking pure sin. You really are an angel. 
“Tell her she's beautiful, Akaza.”
Without a thought in his mind he obeys breathlessly, “So fuckin’ beautiful- so pretty.’
“You hear that darling? You really are something! Grab her, fuck her faster, she likes that. Maybe you’ll get her to come! You wanna come?” A finger taps at your cheek and you nod. 
With every thrust, your head rubs up against Douma’s cock. It’s hard under his clothing and you can still feel the heat radiating, but he doesn’t seem like he wants to do anything about that. Douma is fully engaged in letting Akaza take you tonight. 
Akaza groans, picking up the pace. The squelching of wetness is hard to ignore with every movement. 
The Upper 3 moves his hands to grip at your hips, digging and bruising the flesh. His golden eyes fixated on every motion your body gives, from the bouncing of your tits, to the ripples of your skin. He won’t say it out loud, but you feel so fucking good. The way your body responds to him, the way your face is fucked out with peasure makes him think Douma is the luckiest fucking bastard. Anger bubbles in his stomach, but as soon as his eyes meet yours, it’s replaced by obsession.
You fuck back into Akaza, letting go of all inhibitions. You’re breathless now, feeling every inch of his cock pound into you as Douma holds you down for him to do so. Douma’s eyes watching every move of you both, completely enamored by the sight. 
Pleasure festers within you, and you turn into a blubbering mess. 
“Lord Akaza- feels so good- you feel s’good,” in which Akaza responds with pressing his weight into you deeper, fucking you deeper. He doesn’t give a fuck how close he is to Douma right now, he only cares about you. You cloud his vision.
Your vision gets hazy, seeing Akaza through heavy lidded eyes as you moan “going to-”
“Come baby. Come all over his cock, yeah? Keep going, Akaza, she’s so close! I can’t wait for you to see this!”
Your orgasm comes quickly, your walls twitch and tighten around his cock and your vision gets spotty. Your jaw slacks open, but your vision remains on him. Your hands come up to squeeze Akaza’s shoulders, scratching him deeply with your nails.
Akaza is breathless, his own orgasm quickly approaching. Without thinking, he leads into you to give a needy kiss. Your lips are hot, your face is wet from tears, but he doesn't care. He feels so fucking good right now. 
A desperate tongue forces past your lips, and you let him. His face and body press against you so hard that it's difficult to breathe. His lips suck on your tongue, his breath hot and fast as his fingers painfully dig into your sides. 
“Fill her up, Lord Akaza! Come inside her.” Douma insists, fingers now digging into your head, pressing you even further into the upper moon's kiss. 
Akaza sees white. Pushing as hard as he can, unknowingly crushing your body, he spills into your cunt. Groaning and shaking as he grinds into you, lips still glued to yours, shooting cum deep within you. 
A few moments pass before anyone moves again. Douma’s fingers shift to your sticky and sweaty hair now, brushing everything out of your face as Akaza lays on top of you, inhaling every scent he can. 
“Wonderful job! You both did amazing. My darling, you did so well.” He sings before placing a kiss on your forehead. 
He hums, “Now, what about that Blue Spider Lily?”
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