Make Up Your Mind.

Make up your mind.

Starring: Douma x f!reader ; Akaza x f!reader (love triangle).

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, cheating, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, manipulative behavior, dirty talk, language, slight bsdm, semi-public sex, morally grey reader, use of alcohol, poker, smoking, vaginal sex, remorse, dacryphilia, love triangle, dom!douma, sub!reader.

Plot: you had been dating Akaza for six months, when he decided to let you meet his friends. One of them, though, had set his eyes on you from the moment you first met. The allure of darkness, the red flags hanging from Douma’s back like a cape were a clear signal that you should have kept your distance. Despite that, he had you wrapped around his fingers. Slipping under was easy, way too easy, and before you knew it, he had half of your heart in his sinful hands. A twisted and toxic relationship blossomed. Your innocence was long forgotten and, when you kissed Akaza at the end of the day, before you went to sleep, you felt miserable.

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He had told you he was no good. He had told you to stay away from him, but you could not. Something about him, about the way he talked to you, flirted with you shamelessly and touched you, safe from your date’s eyes, had allured you to fall into his bait.

“He is Douma. My ‘friend’, you could say. He is a jerk, don’t mind his presence. Oh, and stay away from him” Akaza had said that infamous night, introducing you to the silver-haired man, eyeing you up and down from the stool he was sitting on. Ringed fingers, rainbow-colored eyes and a mischivious smirk curling his plumped lips, he was sipping a Bloody Mary absent-mindendly.

The moment you had entered the bar, his eyes were glued on you. He was a womanizer, chasing after ladies was his forte. Yet, there was something about you that he found irresistible. You were so gorgeous, tempting and you were not his. It irked him, the way you leant against Akaza’s shoulder as you slow-danced before his eyes, the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear and how you blushed when he kissed you. Dear God, it was maddeningly deplorable.

He could do better, you deserved better.

You tried not to pay attention to him that night. On the other hand, it would have been rude of you not to talk to him. You were kind, friendly, and the moment Douma noticed you walking towards him with a small, polite smile gracing your lips, he knew he had to take his chance.

“Woah, it looks like Akaza’s finally unleashed you. – he joked, pursuing his lips at you and gesturing for the barman to serve you – Order something, it’s on me” he added shortly, propping his chin on his hand and glancing at you from behind his dark, long eyelashes. He knew exactly what he was doing, he knew how to play his cards and you could sense something about him was off. Then again, you had just met him. Judging a book from its cover was something you were not used to.

You chuckled, your eyes darting on the man behind the counter briefly “A Cosmopolitan, please – you asked him, before locking eyes with Douma – As you can see there’s no collar around my neck” you declared, cocking your head to the side and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Ah, I see! – he beamed, nibbling at the rim of the glass to hide the devious smile curling his lips – Rather foolish of him not to put his pet on the leash. Pervs are everywhere… I could put one on you now, what do you say?” he teased you. You were still naive back then, you thought his flirty, antagonistic antics were just jokes and sarcasm, but it was not. He had not even tried to hide his interest in you right from the start.

“Are you hitting on me?” you asked, quirking your eyebrows up.

Douma grinned, downing the rest of his drink hastily “I don’t know, sweetheart, am I? – he said, tucking his hand into the back-pocket of his ripped jeans to take his wallet out – Does Akaza know you are chatting with me?” he inquired, slamming some dollars on the counter to pay for your drink. His voice was soothing, despite the devilish, dark undertone.

You blushed and flashed a thin-lipped smile at the barman, sliding the cocktail in your direction “Why? Are you really that bad?” you replied, bringing your lips to the glass to take a sip of the pinkish, alcoholic substance.

His eyes clouded over, his hand reaching up to straighten his necktie as he gestured for you to follow him “Come with me. – he chimed, hopping down from his stool and glancing over his shoulder to check on Akaza – I had promised some gentlemen over there to attend a poker match. Wanna be my lucky charm for the night? I don’t bite harshly” he said, winking at you and stressing the last word way too much for your likings. He had avoided your question.

He was mysterious, magnetic, his charm overwhelming. You pondered his offer, your grip on the glass tightening even so slightly. Your eyes searched for your boyfriend, scanning the overcrowded dance-floor in hope to lock eyes with him. But you could not see him. Maybe, you should have declined Douma’s offer, the echoes of Akaza’s words were still ringing in your head, but you thought it was his goofy way to interact with his friend.

You did not want to be alone in that place. Knowing Akaza’s friend better could have not harmed you in any way, right?

“Alright, let’s go! But, if you win, we split the gains” you agreed then, complying his request. A glint of malice sparkled in his eyes, but it was too dark for you to notice, or maybe it was the way his fingertips grazed the small of your back, once you were next to him, to distract you. His touch was far from gentle, it was subtly lascivious. Walking towards the huge, green table at the corner of the bar, you could not help yourself but feel like he was leading you straight into the wolf’s den.

He was self-assured, enticing, the smug smile on his face never faded. You sighed, half-lidded eyes peeking down at the cards on the table, as he ducked his head down towards you. His breath fanned your earlobe and you faltered, accidentally spilling a few drops of your drink on the exposed skin of your thigh.

“Careful, darling – Douma murmured, his hand sneakily slithering down your leg, until his thumb reached the wet spot beading your smooth skin – It’s curious how the cards show me two kings and a queen, isn’t it?” he purred, suavely brushing his finger against your tender flesh to collect the droplets.

If you thought it was a bold move, making you flinch, hands shaking under his sinful touch, and forcing you to settle your glass on the table, not to drop it on the floor, what he did next made you question for how long he had been planning this. Mouth agape, you watched the way he brought his thumb up to his plumped lips. His tongue swirled over it, collecting the fruity, alcoholic substance, while he never broke the intense eye-contact he had made with you.

Your cheeks flushed up, your heart thrumming against your ribcage although you should have slapped him and left him there, alone. You could not move, you were paralyzed. Zoning out, you hesitantly averted your eyes from him. The voices of the men laughing, cussing at the table, the smoke flinging all around you and the music playing a soft tune through the speakers seemed so distant. You felt dizzy, ashamed, worried. Where was Akaza?

You stood up, not bothering to warn your boyfriend’s friend about your sudden decision to go out and look for him. You needed Akaza, but you also needed some fresh air. What had happened at the table? What had happened with Douma?

You stumbled down the dance floor, pushing people out of your way, until you finally reached the door. The cool summer night grazed your naked back, but the heat on your cheeks was still yet to cool down. Douma was no good. He was insanely poisonous, dangerous, deadly.

You walked down the sidewalk, hoping to finally spot Akaza, but he was not there. He was not there and your head was spinning. You leant against the wall, dazed, your hand diving into your purse in search for your phone, but just before you could tap on Akaza’s number, a tall figure loomed over you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your back flattened against the wall behind you in a pathetic attempt to distance yourself from him, from his captivating multicolored hues. He hummed, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers. He seemed to be about to devour you, the way he patently stared at you, the way he chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully. He was definitely enjoying the view of you, a little girl, scared of him.

His aura seemed to strangle you. Nothing about him was good, nothing. His villainous intents were plastered over his handsome face, present in his sugarcoated words, in his sardonic smile.

A sadist. He was a sadist.

“What do you want from me?” you breathed out, averting your eyes from him.

Douma scoffed, feigning offence at your words “I was checking on you, love. – he cooed, cocking his head to the side – And, for the records, I was also going to tell you that I’ve won”.

“You won?” you breathed out, switching the topic of your conversation on something else. However, you regretted it, as he took a step forward. Then another. You watched his expensive shoes approaching you, you felt the cold droplets of sweat running down your back, while you realised that there was no where to run.

His silvery hair glowed under the dim moonlight and, once he was right in front of you, his hands reached out, resting flatly against the wall and caging you between the his strong arms.

“I play to win. – he whispered, his breath fanning your lips, reminding you that mere inches divided your mouths – And I always fucking win. It’s factual, love” he added, one of his hand flying down to your hip and stroking it in a way you hated to love in that very moment.

He was crawling under your skin.

“You need to stop” you hissed, through gritted teeth.

“Stop what, love?”.

“Stop calling me ‘love’, you jerk” you snapped, wrapping your hand around his wrist in a mere attempt to push him away from you. No matter how hard you tried, though. You did not even manage to make him take a step back. On the contrary, he sneered at you, his hand roughly grasping your jaw as he forced you to keep the eye-contact with him.

“Easy there, love. – he said, quirking his eyebrows up – Why does it bother you that much, huh? Oh, wait, I got it… Is this how he calls you when he fucks you? Ah, there it is. That’s the look I was—….”.

It was enough. You were done with him, with the things he said, with the way he was messing with your head in a way you did not think could be possible for a first encounter. What was that? How could he do that?

You watched the way his head snapped to the side for the harsh impact of your hand smacking his face. He grinned, leaning back and allowing you to finally sneak away. Watery eyes and heavy breaths leaving your lips, you jogged towards the entrance of the bar, only to hear him call after you.

“Bye, Y/N”.

You met him again at a dinner, a week later. He apologized, but you were one hundred percent sure he did not mean it. You saw the way he avoided to meet Akaza’s gaze, you saw how he had darted his eyes away from you two, when your boyfriend got tipsy and kissed you passionately on Muzan’s couch.

He clenched his jaw, when you melted under your boyfriend’s touch. It should have been him, he knew how to please you. He just had to be patient. Nothing lasts forever and your love for Akaza would have expired in a few.

After a while, Douma drew a cigarette from his packet and made his way upstairs, to the terrace. He did not say a word, no one seemed to care anyway, but you did. You watched him disappear from your sight, while running your fingers through Akaza’s hair. He was in the middle of a serious conversation with the raven-haired man and you were actually getting rather tired of it.

Out of curiousity, you planted a kiss on your boyfriend’s temple and told him you were going to call your mother for checking out on her. It was a lie, obviously. Then again, what could you do? The thrill of the hunt, the thrill of knowning him better was unbearable. Also, you needed answers. What did Douma want from you?

“Don’t worry, dear. Take your time” Akaza told you, squeezing your hand reassuringly, before turning his attention back at Muzan.

You shot an apologetic glance at them, before grabbing your phone and ambling towards the marble steps, leading you to the unknown, to the dark prince keeping you wide awake at night. You found him at the terrace, for some obscure reason you felt like he had been waiting for you. His cigarette hanged from his lips, his elbows resting on the railing as his back faced the city-line. The night breeze made his hair swing around his sharp visage, as he glanced at you standing on the veranda.

“Hello again” he uttered, taking the cigarette between his index and middle finger.

You nodded your head at him, discarding your phone on a nearby table “Hi” you simply said, folding your arms against your chest.

It was hard not to think about what had happened a week ago. Things should have been odd between you two, yet nothing weird or inappropriate had been said or done. At least, until now. Your shoulder brushed against his one, as you joined him at the railing, and you shivered. Oh, how badly you wished it was for your poor choice of items.

“What’s happened? Wait, let me guess, the king of hearts bored you stiff” he broke the ice, exaling through his nostrils. He resembled a dragon, his seraphic demeanor only fueling your imagination.

You narrowed your eyes at him, propping your chin on the back of your hand “And I assume you are the king of spades ready to save the night, aren’t you?” you sarcastically commented, smiling faintly, as he chuckled and put out the cigarette on the railing, before throwing it away.

“The king of hearts is overrated, rather tedious…” he trailed off, eyeing you up and down slowly. You were frustrated. Reading him was impossible. He was the most enigmatic person you had ever met.

Douma cleared his throat, circling you until he was standing right behind you. You stood there, frozen, heart skipping a beat in anticipation, when he pressed his chest against your back. His cold hands danced over your hips, his mouth hovering over your ear, as he whispered his scandalous proposal to you.

“Would the queen like the king of spades to show her what he can offer to her?” he purred, earning a gasp from you, when he roughly grasped your waist and ground his groin against your ass.

He was crossing the line. You were letting him touching you like that. It was not like the night you slapped him across his face. No. It was different. You were resilient, you were tangled into the web he had had no trouble in weaving around you.

Douma hummed, his calloused hands slipping under the skirt of you dress, palming your thighs, your ass as he slowly let his fingers travel up to the waistband of your panties. What was he doing? It was a public place. Muzan, Kokushibo and Akaza could have walked in any minute. People down the streets could have seen you and your cheeks flushed up at the thought of being exposed to the world.

“Wait, let’s go inside, they could—” you protested, only for him to clasp his hand over your mouth and leave a trail of wet kisses down your jugular.

“Let them see. I want them to see. – he whispered, dragging your panties down your legs – Also, this is the exciting part, don’t you think?” he asked you, giving your hair a yank to make you arch your back for him.

You blushed, the metallic sound of his belt when he unbuckled it making you realize what you were about to do. You had always been a loyal partner, cheating was not in your nature. Then again, what was happening in that goddamn house? Why did you feel Douma’s shaft line up to your aching entrance, why were you bent over the railing?

In a swift motion, he entered you. A moan of pleasure fell from your lips, as his length stretched you out in a way Akaza had never done. Douma was feral, harsh with you, but pasionate. He groaned in your ear as he bottomed out, his hand wrapped around your throat to keep you in a firm chokehold.

“You should see your face now. Come on, love, why don’t you tell your boyfriend about the lewd faces I have made you do, huh? Tell him how your pussy has been owned by me, do it!” he pressed, watching as a tear fell from your lashes for the total lack of foreplay before the penetration. Despite it, though, you were soaking wet and your walls squeezed him up perfectly.

He kissed your temple, pulling out of you until just the tip was buried into your core “Oh, make sure you’re ready to swallow, because I intend to ruin your pretty little mouth too” he singsonged, before thrusting back into you.

You squirmed, batting your eyes close and holding onto the railing for dear life, as he pounded into you relentlessly. The pressure in your abdomen was coiling significantly, second by second, and you tried your best not to melt under his touch. In a minute, he had been able to find your g-spot, your spongy walls spasming around his shaft as you lolled your head back onto his shoulder.

“Make up your mind, love. – he rasped, connecting your lips for a sloppy kiss – If it’s him the one you want, the one you love, why are you here, letting me fuck you?” he inquired, as you climaxed around him. You moaned his name and it was enough for him to pull out of your core, watching as you deligently dropped to your knees and waited for him to spill his seed onto your tongue.

Douma smiled, his eyes transfixed on the tears peeking at the angles of your eyes as he shoved his length into your mouth and released his seed down your welcoming throat.

You told yourself it was the first and the last time something like that happened, but you knew it was a lie. During the night you snuggled onto Akaza’s chest, searching for comfort or redemption, but you were corrupted to the core. How could you still look at him in the face and tell him that he was the only one? How could you do it, when you had been having a secret affaire with Douma for three months?

So, when Akaza kissed your cheek, you pretended to be asleep, because you could not bear the sight of him whispering “I love you” against your lips.

From that day at the bar, you started to hate cards.

Author note.

Hello there!

Ding-dong, I’m on my highway to hell lmao xD. I hope you have enjoyed this twisted Douma’s fic. I am a whore for this man, sorry not sorry! Anyway, I dedicate this one-shot to the lovely @doumadono ❤️

I hope not to have failed your expectations!

ꜱʜᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ… ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ, ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇɴ, ʙᴀᴊɪ, ᴍɪᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴍɪᴄʜɪ, ᴄʜɪꜰᴜʏᴜ, ᴋɪꜱᴀᴋɪ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴋᴋᴀɪ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴅɪᴛʏ, ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ (ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ, ʙᴀʙʏɢɪʀʟ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ.), ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

"Y/n, I'm-" Mikey stopped in his tracks, hand lingering on the door handle of your shared apartment. His eyes were glued to your figure. You were wearing a matching lace pair of underwear. There was a small bow tied around your neck that matched the color of the lace.

"You weren't supposed to come yet!" you exclaimed, eyes wide and a pout on your lips.

"The meeting was cut short," Mikey said, absentmindedly closing the door behind him. "M'glad it did too." He leaned on the door, a small smile on his lips as his eyes raked your body. "What's this?"

"I bought some new lingerie and I wanted to try it before tonight," you explained, blushing shyly.

"You bought it?" Mikey asked, walking towards you. He gently grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. "I thought I told you to call me when you wanna buy that kind of stuff." He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as he looked down at you.

"You were in a meeting, I didn't wanna bother you," you said softly, leaning up and placing a kiss on Mikey's jaw.

"You could never bother me, baby," Mikey hummed, running his hands up and down your waist. "You buy more?"

"Mhm," you hummed, leaning into his touch.

"Well, I think I deserve a show."

𝙺𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚓𝚒

"Whaddya think?" you asked, giving your husband a spin. You wore a black lacy bodysuit with matching stockings.

"Lemme see the back again," Draken said, standing and holding your hand. He spun you slowly, his eyes raking your body and the way the lace clung to your body. "Damn," he said, guiding your body gently so you stood with your back to him. You felt his larger hand rest on your lower back before running along the curve of your ass. He cupped your ass and gave the cheeks a small squeeze.

"Ken-!" you squealed, spinning around with a giggle. "Stop messing around, tell me what you think." You grinned up and him and held his hands.

"I think..." He pulled you towards himself with a shit-eating grin. "It's not gonna last tonight..."

𝙱𝚊𝚓𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎

"Why're you taking so long!" Baji complained from the other side of your bedroom door. "I wanna see them titties woman!"

"These things are hard to put on!" you yelled back, shaking your head to yourself. You were desperately trying to pull on a tight fitting babydoll dress. It was a striking red color and the cups of the bra where made of pure lace, hiding almost nothing from view. "You can come in!"

"Finally!" he exclaimed, swinging open the door, making you roll your eyes. "Woah..."

"So, worth the wait?" you said with a small smirk. You held out your arms and turned to the side, giving him a view of the back.

"Hell yeah," Baji mumbled, his eyes scanning your body. "Can I...?" He motioned to the dress.

"Yeah, yeah," you said, grinning happily. You sprung towards him, pinching the skirt and offering it for him to feel. Baji took the fabric of the skirt in his hands, using it to tug you towards him gently.

"It's soft," he commented. You nodded eagerly, watching him as he examined the dress. Baji looked up from the fabric and grinned at you.

"What?" you asked with a small giggle, noticing the mischievous glint in his dark eyes. You let out a surprised yelp as he suddenly bent down and threw you over his shoulder. "Baji!" you screamed, gasping as he gave your ass a sharp smack.

Baji grinned and tossed you onto the bed, watching as you bounced slightly. "Gotta get good use out of this dress," he said before climbing on top of you.

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊

"How's it fit?" Takashi called to you from his place in your shared bedroom. You were curently in the bathroom trying on a custom slip, made by your handsome boyfriend himself. You examined yourself in the mirror, turning and running a hand over the curve of your own ass. The dress was a light lavender color, conveniently matching Takashi's light eyes. The top was a soft lace and the bottom skirt made of satin.

"Perfectly," you said with a soft chuckle. You walked out of the bathroom and blushed as Takashi's eyes noticeably widened. He sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread as he lounged. "What do you think?" you said, giving him a small spin.

"C'mere, lemme see it closer," he said, beckoning you closer with his hand. You hesitantly walked closer to him, now standing between his legs. He looked you up and down, bringing his large hands to your waist. He ran his hands along the curve of your waist and down your hips. He squeezed them softly, keeping his eyes on your own. You blushed and placed your hands on his shoulders. "I think... you look better than I could've imagined," he stated finally, drifting his hands to the backs on your thighs. He guided you to sit in his lap, thighs straddling his hips. "And I think I'll need to make my princess more lingerie."

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚒

"Takemichi," you sang softly as you entered the living room where your loving boyfriend had been patiently waiting for the past ten minutes. You walked in front of him slowly, wearing a blue slip. It was made entirely of satin and had a low neckline and extremely short skirt. Enough to make Takemichi's face explode in a color of red. "What do you think?" you asked softly.

"Yo-you- um-," Takemichi began, his word falling on each other. It seemed you had caused the poor boy to short circuit, despite how often he had seen you in such clothes, or even none. "I mean- you look beautiful."

"Yeah?" you asked, smiling softly as you climbed into his lap. You drape your arms around his shoulders and neck. "I bought it to match your eyes."

This only made Takemichi's cheeks turn a darker red. "I-" He shyly looked to the side, rubbing the back of his neck. "You didn't need to do that. I'd like any color on you."

"I know, but I wanted to," you said with a small smile. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚢𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘

"Are they still closed?" you called from the bedroom as Chifuyu sat on the chair of the island within your tiny shared apartment.

"Yes!" Chifuyu called back, one of his hands placed over his eyes. He sat on the chair with his legs crossed, feeling mildly bored. He had no idea what the so called- surprise you had in store for him was but it took a bit too long for his liking.

"Okay, open them!" you said, strutting out in a pair of green laced panties and a matching bralette. Overtop you wore one of his cardigans, unbuttoned as to show off the set.

"Holy shit," Chifuyu breathed, his eyes going wide as he scanned the "surprise". "Is that mine?" He nodded to the cardigan.

"I thought it'd be a nice touch to the surprise," you giggled.

"Oh, absolutely," Chifuyu said, eagerly nodding. "S'mere, lemme see it." He motioned for you to come closer, which you obliged. He held your hands softly, licking his bottom lip as his eyes narrowed in on your breasts and how perfect they looked covered in that green lace. He slipped his hands underneath the cardigan and around your waist. He trained them up your ribs and cupped your breasts softly.

"What do you think?" you asked softly, watching as he neared your chest. You gently tangled your fingers in his soft hair.

Chifuyu gently placed a kiss on your nipple over the bra. "I think you look sexy," he mumbled, trailing kissed along the exposed skin. "But I think you look even better with nothing on."

𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒

"Come on, show me what my money goes to," Kisaki said, lounging back on his bed. His shirt was unbuttoned and tie messy around his neck. He had recently bought you what you could only describe as an unnecessary amount of lingerie with only one request. That you model every single one for him.

"This hardly should count as underwear," you scoffed, walking out of the large closet in an extremely skimpy bodysuit. It lacked any sort of cup or even fabric, leaving your breasts hanging out. "Are you serious Tetta?" you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I like it," Kisaki snickered, standing and approaching you. He gripped your wrists with a gentle firmness, pulling them away from your chest. You blushed at the action, looking away as he eyed your open breasts. "I fucking love it."

𝙷𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚒 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚊

Hakkai patiently tapped his foot on the floor of the semi-private dressing room. He was nearly a perfect boyfriend, at least you thought so. He would always joyfully accompany you to shopping trips and sing your praises when he sees whatever you try on. Plus he would always stare at you with that loving look in his eyes and a light flush on his cheeks.

You open the dressing room door shyly and step out. You wore a dark blue satin dress. Short, simple, with a lace back. "So?" you said softly, giving him a slow and small spin.

Hakkai's eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed a deep pink hue. He stayed frozen in his seat.

"Hakkai?" you said, frowning a bit and stepping forward. You tilted your head at his frozen figure. "Bubba?" You gently touched his shoulder, snapping him from his thoughts.

"Huh?" he finally says, looking up at you in surprise. You give him a soft smile, which he returns with a shy look. "You look stunning." His words were honestly, even if they were shy and soft.

"It's for you," you stated softly.

"I think it would look horrendous on me," Hakkai said, his nose crinkling in disgust as he gently held your waist.

"Not like that," you laughed softly, placing your hands on his shoulders. "I meant for tonight."

"Oh? OH!"

ɢɪꜰ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.

HOW FREAKY THEY WOULD BE | UPPER MOONS HEADCANONS (PART ONE)

▹ FANDOM/FORMAT: Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no yaiba, Headcanon (mostly gender neutral)

▹ FEATURING: Douma, Akaza & Kokushibo

▹ WARNINGS: description of sexual interactions including; kissing, oral, penetrative sex, blood play/feeding | Minors do not interact! | 18+ Content!

▹ A/N: English is not my first language so I apologise in advance if there are any mistakes. Please read the warnings and stay safe. Ly! <3

▹ MASTERLIST: click here!

▹ DOUMA:

▸ Would be a solid 9.5/10 on the freaky scale. This man would ruin you.

▸ He would only enjoy sex with you, if he is in complete control and therefore would not touch you, before he corrupted you completely (predator-prey-relationship).

▸ He wants his s/o to be absolutely obsessed with him just like he is with you.

▸ Would go really rough (pinning your hands above your head while pounding you into bliss).

▸ Likes to do it in different places (bathtub, cult room, etc.). + is thrilled by the risk of getting cought.

▸ 100% would call you pet names like; doll, (princess), dove, little bird/paradise, etc.

▸ Would tease you and enjoy seeing you being desperate for him to touch you, but would only if you beg him: »C'mon, my dear. Beg for me and make it pretty.«

▸ Even if he likes teasing, he only praises, never degrades. Maybe he would call you "needy" or "naughty", but that's it.

▸ His teasing would probably sound like this: »You like that?«, »I know you would enjoy me.«, »So desperate for me, huh?«, »Such a needy little thing.«, »Just can't get enough of me, am I right?«

▸ He would not slap you, but he would pull your hair, burry his nails into your skin and bite you, sometimes enough to nibble on a few drops of blood (If you're a demon he would even feed from you.).

▸ He would see you like his personal toy he gets to play with, meaning he gets to do everything he wants to do with you.

▸ Asks you to give him head almost every time. At the same time he loves eating you out, enjoying the taste of you on his tounge.

▸ He likes finishing either inside of you or on your tounge, while you look at him with innocent eyes.

▸ Just because he came doesn't mean he is done with you. This man has monstrous stamina and will not stop until you are sweating and shaking.

▸ After sex he will cuddle with you, letting you rest on his chest or bathe, gently washing your hair for you.

▹ AKAZA:

▸ He would be an 7/10 on the freaky scale, depending if you are a human or a demon.

▸ If you are human he would go really gentle most of the time, since he is afraid that he cannot assess his own strength.

▸ He would be afraid to hurt you and even if you ask him to go faster/harder we would never go 100, always holding back, which is hard for him to do, since he is overwhelmed by the sensations of your body.

▸ Sometimes his pleasure would take over and make him forget about his strength, causing him to go really hard.

▸ Your screams are music to his ears, making him completely lose his self control (still not going 100, otherwise he would probably break your spine 💀).

▸ A day after, you would have bruises around your thighs and try to hide them, since he would refuse to touch you for at least a week, if he saw them.

▸ If he is really playful he will bite your lip, just enough to get a small taste of your blood, otherwise he would never hurt you (would not slap you, maybe your butt).

▸ He loves eating you out, will actually beg you if he can do it. Sometimes you tell him no, just because his begs are so sexy. You would never actually say no, since his tounge works like magic, making you come for him every time.

▸ He is not a big talker, but he will sometimes moan little praises into your ear, like: »You feel so good.«, »You taste amazing.«, »Fuck, you're going to make me cum.« or »You make me feel so good.«

▸ Akaza enjoys pleasuring you more than to be pleasured.

▸ He respects you a lot, therefore he never directly asks you for oral, but secretly hopes for it, since you are so good at it. He always becomes a whimpering mess, wraps your hair around his hand and throws his head back, biting his lip.

▸ Like I said, if you are a demon he'd probably go rougher, especially after feeding, saying something like: »You look so pretty with blood all over your face.«

▸ He will lick the red liquid from your lips and take you there and then.

▸ His favourite position would be missionary with your legs up his shoulders, because he can go deep, but is still able to see your pretty face.

▸ Akaza loves to come on your pussy/your belly. He will always clean you after and cuddle with you, watching as you fall asleep on his chest.

▹ KOKUSHIBO:

▸ 10/10 on the freaky scale. This man acts like he does not know what sex is, but oh, he does.

▸ Definitely a dom would never submit, but expects complete submission.

▸ Since he is over 500 years old, he is really traditional and would never degrade you directly.

▸ He normally only talks when necessary, but during sex, it's his way of showing you he is in control.

▸ He would tell you to strip out of your clothes and lay on your back, while he just sits on a chair, still fully clothed, and watches.

▸ You always flush bright red in embarrassed, since his aura is so oppressive, but you still do what he tells you to do.

▸ After you're done undressing and laid down as bare as when first coming into this world, he tells you to spread your legs wide and please yourself for him: »Touch yourself… and don't you dare to come without my approval.«

▸ Even though you are uncomfortable at first, you would never dare to talk back, so you do as he commands.

▸ You start touching yourself, knowing you will have to wait until he allows you to come.

▸ He will not interfere till you are a whimpering mess and almost shaking, begging him to let you come, before he gives you the approval.

▸ Koku never shows any emotions, but he really enjoys what he sees and has to fight the urge to do more than unholy things to you.

▸ After that he will command you to undress him, before he gets on fucking you until you can't walk anymore.

▸ He is definitely a thigh guy, so he will probably grab your thighs and let his hands run up and down your legs.

▸ His voice is always calm and slow but powerful and demanding enough to make you shiver just at the sound of it.

▸ Would definitely choke and bite you, maybe even playfully slap you to punish you for not immediately doing what he asks you for.

▸ He always comes inside you, watching as his cum slowly drips out of you, just to stuff it back in with his thumb. (I'm going to hell. 😭)

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU WEAR THEIR JACKET

CHARACTERS: Mikey . Draken . Baji . Mitsuya

WARNING/S: Language

A/N: Just finish watching the anime, it was too good not to write anything. I’ll probably add pictures later on.

Mikey felt his breath leave his body the moment his eyes lay on you. it’s not like he hasn’t seen you on a Toman Jacket before, but you wearing his jacket the words ‘First Commander ‘ engraved on the sleeve, sends a sense of pride swelling within him.

All he did was ask you to hold his and Draken’s jacket as they beat the shit out of those gangsters picking a fight with them. Out of curiosity, you choose to wear his jacket while holding Drakens, while you wait for them to finish.

The moment you wore it though, you were like the rose among the thorns on his eyes, he can’t help but take glances at you now and then, he can’t help but notice every detail as his jacket covers your body. Despite being almost the same height, the sleeves of the jacket cover your fingers making you look incredibly cute right now. 

all through the fight, he was distracted, it was subtle but Draken notice it.

“Mikey, Focus!” 

Drakens voice snap him back, just in time to dodge an incoming fist and land the final punch. when they made it back to you, Draken took back his jacket, when you begin to shrug Mikey’s jacket off of you he was quick to pull it back and wrap it back to your body, his action surprising you but not Draken.

“what are you doing?” you asked Mikey which he just replied with his addictive smile.

“It suits you better than me anyways” 

An unfamiliar feeling bubbles up within Draken upon seeing you almost drowning on his jacket. He casually tossed his jacket towards you when you mentioned it was cold. he didn’t know seeing you on his jacket would make him feel unexpected feelings. 

Seeing his jacket hanging loosely on your body, his scent probably mixing with yours he can’t help but furrow his eyebrow, a small groan leaving his mouth at the warmth and fuzzy feeling on his stomach.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Is it the jacket? it’s a little big for me” you mumbled a little flustered at the way he was staring. he watched your eyes leave his and down on his jacket hang comfortably on your body. 

“It’s big but it’s really comfy” you chuckled as you wave around the flappy sleeves, and Draken swore he almost got a heart attack. but he would never admit that so he played it cool the way he knew how. 

“you look ridiculous” he commented as he walk away, hands-on his pants pocket, you were a little offended that you fail to notice the tips of his ears becoming a little red. 

“What’s that supposed to mean!”

Baji felt his heart swell, not expecting to see you wearing his jacket, in a sleepy state you mistakenly grabbed his jacket instead of yours and wore it instead, he only notice it when you loudly yawned, turning his attention at you.

He froze upon seeing you on his jacket, taking a double-take to make sure you were actually wearing his. You didn’t seem to notice the way the large jacket seems to drape over you, the thing nearly falling off your shoulder, but it was slowly killing Baji deep inside, however, much like Draken he won’t admit it, instead, he’ll play it off by teasing you, hoping it’ll distract you and his friends prying eyes. 

“If you wanted to wear my jacket, you could have just asked, Y/n” he calmly said, you confusedly look at him then down at the jacket drape around your body. Baji expected you to be flustered or be embarrassed and return the jacket to him to save him from the fast heartbeat of his heart, but you had other plans. 

“I like it, it smells like you, can I wear it for now?” you asked in a raspy voice, Baji.exe has stopped working, his calm facade completely breaking at how adorable was that just now. 

“yea-yea, keep it! I mean wear it! “ he frustratedly mumbled, the slightest smile appears on your lips as the other snickers behind him.

Mitsuya can’t help but smile at the sight of you with his jacket as you childishly skip along the hallway, it was clearly oversized and stop to your mid-thigh, yet you manage to make it look good more than he does. He wondered where his jacket had gone but seeing you on it, makes it better. 

“It looks good on you” he commented when he reach you, his smile never leaving his lips, as you whip around and your mood drastically increasing upon seeing who was it. 

“I like your jacket, it’s oddly familiar though,” he said with a soft tone, clearly talking about his jacket which you were wearing. “kinda like the one I lost earlier” he added which you chuckled at.

“you left it at class earlier, I thought I should keep it for you,” you said as you made an attempt to remove it but Mitsuya was quicker than you as he stop you from unzipping the jacket. 

“keep it for me a little longer then” he smiled as he ruffled your hair and left. he appears to be completely fine but anyone with eyes can see the wider smile along the captains’ lips. 

Happy Birthday Toji~ ♡

REAL

and yall r stuck w me for every part of it 😊