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Is this Love?

Douma X Black.Fem Reader

Genre: Demon x Demon Slayer, Demon Boyfriend AU, Human X Demon, Angst, Fluff Ig? Yandere x Tsundere? Action?

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of stabby stab (tryna keep it PG.) Yandere themes. SPELLING/ GRAMMAR ERRORS

A/n: I know Douma has a few screws loose, but lets ignore that for now. (This was a request) I've only seen 5 minutes of Demon Slayer but I did some research on homeboy and he is an interesting Antagonist. Also, Ik the powers kinda wack, just work with me here—I'll be doing some revisions too so if something looks different dont be alarmed

Wordcount: 1k-ish? Ill count later.

Part 1: Here ♡

Part 2: (More Yandere stuff. Nun too crazy)

The Heavenly Hashira. That was you title. You were known for your Aerokinesis, tessen abilities. You weren't the strongest nor the weakest, but you could hold yourself astoundingly well compared to the others. There was no denying that the Heavenly Hashira had quite a few deaths of demons on her hands.

The walk through the dark night was silent. A cool and Icy breeze began to pick up, you shivered.. It felt familiar but you just couldn't put your finger on it.

That was until you heard..That voice. "Don't you know its dangerous for a gorgeous woman to be walking around at night...Alone?" You stop in your tracks, eyes scanning the area in attempt to find where he was hiding. Nowhere in your eyesight, meaning he had to be somewhere behind you.

You take a deep, concentrated breath.. Springing into the air, looking below you. Rest assured there he was. Large muscular build, platinum blonde hair—Leaning up against a tree, waving at you, those cold rainbow eyes smile at you.

With your Tessen in hand, You whisper a quick chant before whisking your arm around. Shooting a atmospheric gas in the form of a small cyclone.

The last thing you wanted to do was create a large one and lose control of it. Once the cyclone reaches the demon it combusts.

You gently land, one foot touching the ground before the other. Your eyes glued on the now clouded area due to the combustible cyclone you sent towards him.

To no avail, no damage was done. Of course what would one expect from one of the most dangerous demons. He walked out of the cloud unscathed, still with that apathetic smile on his face.

"Well..Good evening to you too. Y/n", He spoke."

The air getting colder by the minute, amost like tiny miniscule icicles formed in the air. Breathing in was starting to hurt, causing you to breathe more conservatively. "I'm not here to hurt you, Y/n, Let's just chat for a moment", he cooed.

"Talk? I have no desire to speak with you." He lowers his voice, somewhat husky now. Those symbols within his eyes studying you.

"Playing 'hard to get' I see. You're So cold-hearted Y/n.." He smiled, eyebrows following helping him display a flirty expression as he continued pacing forward.

Of course, you walk backwards not wanting to come into contact with him. The ground started to crawl, a force growing quickly at Douma's feet and working their way towards you. Vines created by Ice, growing.

"Just let me say a few things and I'll consider letting you go for a bit.."

"Huh? Letting me—"

The vines shaped into large lotuses, the icy vines capturing you by your wrists. The vines, growing spikes rushing towards you. In a panic, you wave your fans around. Doused in pink aura, your wind slices the Ice lotus. Your wrists now free you turn and leap, hoping to get out the range of the Ice limbs Douma was creating.

Taking your tessen you use them to your advantage, utilizing its ability to give you a jump boost. Not long after the cold air picks up once more. Seeing Douma chase after you swiftly. Chanting then waving your Tessen as you hopped tree branch from tree branch.

"I advise you to Stop Y/n, I promise I won't hurt you", He says evily chuckling. Creating cyclones, tornadoes of all sorts- taking advantage of the freezing clouds Douma was producing. Sending hurricanes of sharpened Icicles right back at him. The frozen mist slowly engulfing you from behind, as you raced back to the others hoping you could lure him back to the others.

Dodging large wintery icicle shards that plummet from above. 'There! The Estate!' It was just at your fingertips, and then...Dragged down from the sky by Lotus vines. "Y/n, I love a good chase...but I really must confess something."

The vines tossing you around, one minute you hang upside down, the next you're thrown and caught upright. The vines wrapped around your waist vigorously. Holding you still for the deadly demon before you.

Pushing away at the vines, only for them to nearly squeeze you to death as a punishment.

"Release me!", you shout. You wriggle your wrist, striving to create some sort of wave strong enough to break the vines.

Douma, appearing so suddenly right in front of you. Face to Face, His hands latching onto your wrists, keeping them at a halt. His long blue nails, grazing your skin— He snatches the Tessen away from you.

"Fun game Y/n.. I thank you, I needed that run."

You stayed quiet, thinking of the things you'd never done yet..preparing yourself to be consumed.

"I wanted to tell you before— seems like..I've come to fancy you."

"...What?" You're neck nearly snapping as you turn to look at the demon. You studied his face, waiting for him to say he was joking of some sort. "You?...You heartless, unemotional psycho- Are you really capable of such emotions? Don't make me laugh", you scoffed. Douma's usual casual smile drops..

"Heartless..Unemotional?..How saddening you've been convinced I have no feelings..However–" ,With your Metal Fans Douma had taken from you, he closes them before bringing them up to your chin. Gently, lifting up your chin to look at him. "Explain to me what these feelings are..I don't think a emotionless being would feel what I am feeling right now."

"That doesn't change the fact the you're psycho-"

Douma gazes at you, his rainbow eyes undressing you in the process. His smile ever so alluring, baring his sharp fangs. "Psycho, I guess so. I'm a psycho for you."

Noticing that you were slowly moving backwards, now with your back to a tree, icy vines that held you captive loosen, not quite unwinding from you. In an instant, pale fingers intertwine with yours. Caging you to the tree. "Join me Y/n, I'll make you happy."

You shocked by his sudden proposal, pulling at your restraints and his hands. "NO!" Wriggling one hand free, you reach behind you grabbing a spare hidden weapon you carried just incase of an emergency. A blade, now shoved through Douma's skull from his chin and up. Warm crimson staining your hand as it drizzles down. Catching him completely by surprise, his eyes widened with shock.

His hand, swiftly yanking out the weapon out of his face. Blood following the weapon once disguarded. Slightly regretting your actions as you watched him turn his attention back to you. Expecting for your life to be cut short then and there, the opposite happened.

His pale hands, blue claws pinning your free hand to the tree. His eyes sparkled in amazement, desplaying admiration for you. "Oh my, such a beautiful and clean piercing."

He leans in, leaning in close to your face. "You really are something. An slayer capturing my heart..how interesting."

"You're not fooling me, let me go or kill me!"

"The last thing I'd want to do Is fool you, let alone kill you", he cooes. The Demon gazing at your lips every now and then, allowing you to catch onto what he wanted. You turned your head away from him. Leaving Douma chuckling, his fangs once again flashing. "Well..That will come in due time." His multicolored eyes scan you,"Hmm..how about you come with me?"

"What?", you question.

"You heard me, I'm. Taking. You. With. Me!" He sings happily.

..'This guy is really insane you through to yourself.' Douma chuckles, holding the fan before you. He opens it, puckering his lips and blowing icy dust into your face.

"As if id go with you willingly–"

Your sentence discontinued by the substance introduced to your lungs. You wheeze with disgust, in attempt to cough up what you ingested. The swiftness of your limbs going numb, followed by sleepiness now taking control.

Douma smiles joyfully as you slouch against the tree now keeping you up. His vines now releasing you as you fall before him. "I do have to admit, while I absolutely adore you fired up..This, Sleepiness suits you well too Love."

Douma kneels down to your level, reaching out to you. He loops one arm around your back and the other below your knees— carrying you Bridal style.

"Stop..l-let me go", your voice sleepily slurred.

"Mm-mm, the both of us have things to discuss. Take a nap in the meantime, okay?" His smile, the last thing your eyes saw before quickly succumbing to the slumber spell placed upon you.

Practically skipping with you in arms Douma heads back to his Resort. The satisfying sound crunching of dead leaves under his feet follow him.

"Don't worry Y/n..You'll come to terms with my feelings— No matter how long it takes. I will make you mine."

Written May 31st, 2023

Doma watching his petal breastfeed her child

A.N.: I've been gone for a whole huh? Sorry about that. But I'm gonna try to update what I do have in my drafts and just... post those. Sorry for the wait! I'll explain more in a seperate post.

Anyway... yeah, we're into tiddy milk now.

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His love looked so beautiful feeding their child.

Nursing the very life he dreamed of for centuries, yearned for the moment he laid eyes on you, wished for once he had you in his grasp.

Yes, Doma was very happy.

Doma watched from the doorway with a smile of content, eyes crinkling in the corner from how wide his mouth stretched across his face. He takes in the heart-warming scene of your third-born in your arms, suckling and drinking the milk of their mother. You didn't seem to notice him, however, as you were too focused on how peaceful and adorable your daughter looked. Like a scene from a book — innocent and tender. Even if she looked like a spitting image of her father — like her brothers — you couldn't hide your own smile from gracing your tired features nor ignore the blooming love for your newest child.

Raising your hand, you brush away the stray strand of blonde hair from her face, gently stroking her chubby cheek with the pads of your fingers. You hum the moment she starts to whimper against your skin, adjusting your arm and balancing her little head, seeing how the milk began to bubble at the corner of her mouth. She pulls away, her face scrunching up whilst she begins to whine, closing her fist around your kimono, her bottom lip trembling.

You giggle to yourself. "Shh, honey, you're okay…," you mutter, bouncing her a bit, adjusting your hold as she begins to quiet down. Stroking her head, you whisper sweet nothings to her. Slowly, she latched back onto your breast, quieting down with small hiccups here and there. Not a second later she begins to suck weakly once again, now calm. A chuckle leaves you. Even after birthing twins, you couldn't help but be amused at how easily a baby was satisfied sometimes.

Your daughter was no different, but you didn't mind. As long as it kept Doma away from you, you were willing to dote on your children. Some part of you felt shame and guilt for feeling this way, using your children as some sort of escape from your husband. Don't get me wrong, you love your children dearly, but there were times you wished you had them under different, better circumstances.

Never did you imagine your life going this way.

Sometimes you wondered if you did marry the wealthy merchant from your past — would you be happier? Or more miserable? All you could do was think and rack your head for an answer, because no matter how hard you tried, Doma had already tainted your mind and the only answer you reached was that it didn’t matter. In one way or another, a man like Doma would come along sooner or later…

That was the answer… and you didn’t like it.

Because that meant if you ever got a second chance, that no matter how hard you tried, Doma was your future. And you couldn’t escape that.

As he watched you nurse, Doma couldn't ignore the heat forming in his chest, nor pay no attention to how the sight made his stomach churn and heart race. He shouldn't feel this way about watching his own child feed. No, but that didn't seem right. No, no, that was not it.

It was watching you; imagining himself with you in such a position.

Slowly did his mind begin to warp the very scene before him, picturing himself nursing on your soft supple breasts, mouth encasing over your buds and feasting on the milk meant for his child. Oh, the very thought seemed to grow the warmth that overtook his body, growing hotter and hotter until he seemed to be burning. Blood rushed to every part of him, eyes dilating as his gaze stayed glued to your chest. With a dopey smile, he giggles quietly in glee and walks off, still thinking about the new fantasy his mind conjured.

Tonight, he found himself looking forward to a new fascination to drag you into, a new vigor fueling him to have more of you.

Doma called forward a follower, the same one assigned to look after you and his children's meals. An old fellow who treated the demon’s family with the utmost care, he decided the man would be the best choice to watch after his beloveds’ diet. It did help that the man had been a farmer before joining the cult, so he was the perfect person to go to. With a gleeful tone, Doma asks, "What herbs are within our possession that increase the production of breast milk?"

"Excuse me?” The old man said in surprise, face flushing red as he processed the question. However, he quickly composed himself as he realized whom he was speaking to. Clearing his throat, he nearly choked out his next words, both curious and fearful to know why on earth the certain herbs were needed. “Is something wrong with Lady [Name], my lord…?”

“None of your business. You heard me. What herbs do we have that increase the production of breast milk?”

“Mm-ah, u..unfortunately, none, Lord Doma…"

Doma growled in annoyance and narrowed his eyes, sneering at the old man. "Is there any within the area?" He asks with a more harsher tone, getting restless in his seat.

The old man flinched and nodded his head, shaking as he looked to the floor, avoiding the demon’s burning gaze. "Goat's Rue and Fenugreek are said to be sold in a nearby village. I believe a patch of shatavari plants grow around the temple. All of them have a reputation of increasing fertility and milk production…"

Doma perked up at the mention of the last herb and hummed in delight. Though his original intentions were for his own fascination, the added benefit of increasing your fertility to give him another child was absolutely perfect. "Haha, excellent!” the demon chirped, clasping his hands together. “I want you to get a hold of them by tomorrow morning! My wife will need them for… personal matters."

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The very next day, the herbs were presented to Doma and a new light flickered in his colorful gaze. His fantasy was just a drink away and he couldn’t wait.

Like clockwork, Doma had the follower add the herbs to your tea every morning and every night, wanting to speed up the process. Though he became impatient throughout the next few days, the time eventually came for Doma to act out his plan. And god, was it worth the wait.

It started with seeing your chest looking fuller and firmer, listening to you whine about the back pain, and hearing from your assigned followers about how you’re now producing too much milk for your poor child. They even commented it was enough to feed all the children at least three times.

That’s all the man needed to know.

Doma surprised you one night when you finished the daily feeding of your daughter, catching you off-guard when you sat on the bed after putting your child in their crib.

It took nearly an hour to put her to sleep, but with a full belly and a lullaby, your youngest fell asleep into a deep slumber and wouldn’t wake you through the night. You, on the other hand, needed to close your eyes and take a break before your husband came back. Lord knows what mood he’ll get into if you don’t greet him when he arrives, but you didn’t want to find out.

Not again.

Doma watched with bated breath through the slit of the paper door, seeing you swing your legs onto the sheets and lay back, sighing in content. Without another second to waste, he straightens up and laughs loudly.

“[Name]...!” Doma sang, walking through the doorway with a sickly sweet smile. You froze in your spot, surprised to see him back before midnight. You cross your arm over your chest, face heating up as you look up to his towering form. No, no, no, not tonight! You were still recovering from last time Doma had his way with you! The scars were still new and hell, you couldn’t move without feeling your muscles scream for you to stop.

But Doma didn’t care if you were hurt by him. Afterall, this was his way of showing his love for you. “Awe, don’t hide yourself from me, petal!” Doma whines, striding to the bed and practically throwing himself onto the sheets. "Pretty petal, I want to taste mommy too!" Doma beamed, crawling over to your form, leaving you no time to fully cover your chest. He giggled, stretching himself across your body, swallowing your small frame with his giant body, and burying his face in between the soft mounds of flesh. He rested his chin on your sternum, a gleeful smile gracing his features as he looked up to you. “A little bird told me you were in pain from so much milk in your breasts, [Name]! And as your husband, it’s my duty to help my wife with her problem!”

“Doma, n-no,” you mutter, squirming from underneath him. “N-no, please, not tonight…! I’m okay — nothing I can’t handle!” You desperately tried to convince him that you’re not in pain, even as your back throbbed and begged for relief. Yet it's nothing but wishful thinking if you thought Doma would ever take no for an answer.

The demon rubbed his cheek against your smooth skin, humming, almost as if what you said didn’t phase him. “Mm, you don’t have to lie to me, petal… I’m more than happy to help you out — it’s been my dream to know how you taste without needing to scar your skin, how you taste now that you have bore me my children…”

Your blood ran cold and you looked at him in horror. Was he implying…. What you think he was?

Doma continued, nearing one of your nipples with a watering mouth, running his tongue over his lips.“And now, I finally have the chance to know… and I know you’ll be a good wife and let your husband help – right?”

“I… I don’t know…”

He lets out an exasperated sigh. “We can do this without waking up our daughter, and you’ll let me taste you… or we do this and show our child early on how much I love you! And it’ll start when your pretty mouth lets out a beautiful scream…” His eyes darkened as he uttered each word, watching with empty eyes as fear washed over your facial features. To traumatize your child this early was something you didn’t want, not ever really — and Doma knew that. You wanted to protect them from this side of your marriage for as long as possible, so what choice was there…? He knew you would listen if it meant protecting your children a while longer. “So, what do you say, pretty [Name]?”

A monster he was. You avert your eyes and nod solemnly. “Yes…! I… I n-need you, Doma…”

His grin grows impossibly wide and he lets out a pleased laugh. “I knew you wanted this too, petal! Hahah, I love you so much!” He says cheerfully, wasting no time to begin. His wicked mouth attached itself to your pebbled bud, ever so sharp fangs digging into the tender flesh of your breast. His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you unbearably close to him as if he were afraid to let go. Greedily, he sucked harshly at your nipple, lapping happily as the sweet liquid gushed into his mouth. A soft cry left you, shutting your eyes and arching your back, gritting your teeth as the sudden ache of pain went through you. Your hand immediately went to his head, tugging at his locks in an attempt to pull him away. Of course, you were still tender from feeding your daughter, and this just made the pain worse. Not that the man cared.

The demon ignored you, eyes fluttering shut as he savored the delectable milk, the flavors melting on his tongue as he flicked the muscle over your bud, downing each ounce down his throat with a smile. Even if demons didn’t need this source of nutrients, it didn't stop the man from feeling full the more he drank. Nonetheless, he was more than satisfied with the moment, engrossed in how his fantasy was nothing compared to this.

Except, now, he needs more of you.

It almost tastes as great as human blood. The sounds of wet clicks was all you heard as they mixed with his soft grunts. His hot breath fanned over your skin, quickening as he drank every last drop from you. You started to feel weak, eyelids getting heavy as Doma switched to your other breast. His hands kneaded your skin, claws scraping along your hips and thighs, pulling you closer and closer until he seemed to be melting into you. His hips grinded against the sheets, breathing heavily as he drank like a thirsty man. If he knew this was possible earlier, he would have started since your twins were born.

What a fool he was to let an opportunity pass by.

You could have sworn at some point he whimpered 'mommy' as he drank. But it slipped your mind as your hand fell from his hair and you welcomed the darkness. He rutted desperately into the bed and with a broken moan, a wave of bliss washed over him, wetting his pants and the sheets. Though, Doma didn’t stop there.

You didn't even know when you slipped into a deep sleep, but for hours did your husband nurse, leaving your nipples raw by the time he was done.

Doma let his cloak slip from his shoulder and draped it over you, humming softly. He sat next to you on the bed, just watching you in silence. Doma stroked your cheek with his knuckles, watching as you slept peacefully. He smiled with a sigh.

"My pretty petal… my beautiful wife… I love you…"

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After that night, your personal affairs in the bedroom changed drastically.

Doma added more herbs to your diet, to make sure you were producing more than enough milk for both your children and your nights with him.

Nursing on you became Doma's new way to destress from the day, snuggling up to you and burying his face into your supple breasts, drinking every ounce of milk until he was satisfied.

Though, some days, he just laid his head on your bare chest and had you run your fingers through his hair. During these moments, he stayed quiet, letting the peace stay.

You never dared question him, however. Afraid it would result in the same fate you lived almost every night. You needed these moments of peace. Even if you weren't completely alone, dealing with a docile Doma was better than a feverous one.

If this meant you got some type of mercy from the demon, you’re willing to partake in his sick fantasy again…

And again….

And again.

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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜.

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~𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓜𝓮, 𝓜𝔂 𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵 ~

𝔇𝔬𝔪𝔞 𝔵 ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫! ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠, 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 

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𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠): 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑂𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑐𝑜𝑛, 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒!𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑎, 𝑜𝑛𝑒-𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝.

𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑.

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𝐴.𝑁.: 𝑂𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡, ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡. 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑍𝑢𝑘𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑙, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ! 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡!

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Doma had you sit on his lap, one of his clawed hands grasping your hips, giving it light squeezes every few seconds. Every fiber of your being trembled. You held your hands close to your chest, clasping your palms together so tightly your knuckles turned white, and you refused to look up,  too scared to meet the demon’s unnerving stare. You could still feel his gaze on you, however, looking at you with dreamy, half-lidded eyes. He hummed a small tune,  one a mother would sing to their children at night, caressing your face with his knuckles. His touch was gentle yet cold, you couldn’t help but think death himself was at your side. 

Yet, it’s almost as if he was.

“My sweet petal,” Doma cooed, flashing his sharp fangs as he chuckled. His laugh sent a cold wave of fear to wash over you, when laughter is always supposed to fill you with warmth. You couldn’t help but shiver. “My pretty [Name], are you hungry? I can have my followers bring you food!”

“N-No, I’m fine, Doma,” you replied, shaking your head. “I’m still full from this morning.”

It’s true, you ate like a king — much to Doma’s delight—to the point you couldn’t even move. The demon hand-fed you every piece of food, making sure you tasted every savory dish he had his cult prepare for you. Every grain you swallowed left Doma giggling like a child, content in seeing you enjoying yourself, causing him to abandon the bowl in his hand and grab a different plate to feed you. 

You couldn’t even tell him no because he just ignored you, insisting to keep going. You couldn’t even escape, knowing the man was too strong to outrun. Thus, you were left to endure his doting and spoiling behavior.

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Painting your nails with the demons | Fluff

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Content: Akaza x gn!Reader, Kokushibo x gn!Reader, Douma x gn!Reader, Gyutaro x gn!Reader (all separate)

Warnings: Douma LMAO

Notes: I just painted my nails after a breakdown (I'm fine lol dw) over college and suddenly got the urge to paint their nails too. These hc's are incredibly short, I apologize <3

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❥ Akaza

Akaza had walked in on you painting your nails a (color), and looked at his own pink nails

Turning to see him after you finished the first hand, you gave him a little smile

"Wanna join me, Aka?"

He'll happily sit with you, letting your hands hold his steady while you paint the same color on him

He loves matching with you, so this just makes him excited

Absolutely demolishes Douma if he makes any kind of comment about it

But the bastard just begs for more pain. He's got the fucking "Wow...your punch really turned me on!" energy going on (please tell me SOMEBODY gets that reference...)

Whenever you take the nail polish off, he's gonna wanna be there so he can take his off too. Then will probably ask if you're going to put on another color or not

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❥ Kokushibo

His multiple eyes scare the shit out of me, but I'd rather them be freaky than not utilized at all

I still love him tho <3

Koku's nails aren't painted like some other demons, but he suppose he'll do one hand in black if it'll make you happy

He's silent and keeps a neutral expression as he sits beside you, allowing you to paint his right hand and you can paint your left, so that when you hold his hand, it seems like you're joined together

He just likes the subtle domesticity

"Well, what about my other hand?"

"Do whatever you want." Koku spoke slowly.

"And what about your other hand?"

"No."

He only wants one hand painted, slightly questioning if Muzan would disapprove of his nails being painted in the first place

But then he remembers Douma's, Akaza's and Gyutaro's nails are painted, and then he suddenly doesn't care that one of his hands are painted

Wont do anything but direct a cold, neutral look at someone if they make fun of his nails only being painted on one hand

They were done by his s/o, eat shit and die, peasant

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❥ Douma

Is ecstatic

Immediately takes off his own blue nail polish to math whatever color you're putting on

Gives you kisses as you paint his nails, sometimes making you mess up and get the polish on his skin

"Not to worry, darling! I can always take it off my skin, you just keep painting!" Douma grins, continuing to kiss you

Parades your matching nails around like it's the greatest gift ever

Brags to Akaza about how he has "such an amazing s/o" and how Akaza doesn't

Of course he gets hit, but Douma then salivates for more negative attention from Akaza

Once the polish begins to chip away, he's going to sit you down, take off the polish from both of you and then paint your nails again himself, in a different color

"We should switch turns every time!" Douma exclaims

"Oh, maybe we could even mix and match depending on the upcoming holiday! How fun! Oh, this is the best idea you've had, darling~!"

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❥ Gyutaro

Okay, Gyutaro probably needs a serious manicure (and this is coming from someone who never gets manicures, but at least has a nail filer)

Would also probably do his skin some good to have his nails filed down, cause then it can't...y'know...COME OFF

But I do think the gray color on his nails is the natural color they are now, but I also like to believe that sometimes he paints his nails black to feel better <3

When he sees you painting your nails, he immediately wants to join. Ume is probably not too far behind, so she'll probably join in before Gyutaro

If the color you're painting your nails with isn't black, then he'll paint his nails himself while watching you and Ume match your colors

If it is black, then he'll happily let you paint his nails for him (the teasing from his sister later on is so worth it, because you touched his unworthy hands!!!)

Gyu would also probably keep re-applying the nail polish whenever it got slightly chipped, believing you'd grow angry and upset at what he deemed as "decimation to your art"

Whenever he sees black nail polish he thinks of you now, so have fun with that lol

Probably keeps a shit ton of black nail polish on standby cause he keeps stealing yours

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Douma x BIG Boobs

NSFW beneath the cut. F!reader.

It was winter, the temple was cold, and your nipples were pretty hard (lol) to miss.

Your yukata was thin and you weren't wearing anything beneath it to support your soft, heavy breasts as you lined up to get your breakfast.

You looked like a fertility goddess, and that got his devious little brain whirring.

Muzan wouldn't allow the Eternal Paradise cult to have more than 200 followers at any one time, so Douma couldn't draw too much attention to himself (*pout pout*)

BUT you, on the other hand... you could have as many as you could attract

And with assets like those... well...

Douma just STARED, his eyes all wide and his lips curved into a devilish smile. (You know that one bit in the upper moon meeting when he whips his head round to stare at Akaza? That's how he was with your tits.)

"Dear, come here," he beckoned you over to him as he sat cross-legged on his cushion.

The moment you drew close he pulled the chord holding up the curtains and closed you off from the rest of his disciples.

He stood, towering over you, crooking a finger beneath your chin and tilting your face toward him.

"Hm... pretty..." he murmured to himself. Yes you could definitely attract a following. You wouldn't even need to speak. You could just sit on a dais and women would flock to you hoping for your blessing.

It didn't matter whether it worked or not. He was going to eat them all anyway.

Perhaps he'd start a rumor that they'd have to line up and rub your breasts for good luck and fertility? Or suckle upon them? Oh the thought of that made his dick twitch.

"Are you cold?" he said softly, brushing his knuckle over your stiffened nipple.

Your gasp made him chuckle. Of course you adored him, you were his disciple after all. You would let him do whatever he wanted.

He could feel the pitter patter of your mortal heart, your pupils spreading like ink droplets as you gazed up at him. Oh and that precious little quiver of your bottom lip.

You were scrumptious. Just the sweetest little thing.

He wasn't going to eat you, but he NEEDED something of yours in his mouth.

And if you were going to be a goddess then you needed to start getting used to being treated like one.

He got down on his knees, gazing up at you with those kaleidoscope eyes and smiled. "May I warm you up, most radiant one?"

He asked so nicely he knew you wouldn't refuse. You nodded and gave a breathy "yes."

He opened your yukata, tugging it down to your waist and just

....

Oh...

......

Oh you were a feast (for his eyes)

Never once, across centuries of *ahem* encountering women had he seen breasts quite like yours.

None so exquisitely large and heavy and ohh~ so soft he couldn't help but fill his hands with them and just grin as they spilled over.

And your poor nipples were all hardened from the cold. That wouldn't do at all.

He latched on to one of them, pressing his tongue flat against your aching bud, cock pulsing at the gentle moan which left your lips.

You braced your hands on his broad shoulders as you put your head back and whined.

As a demon, Douma didn't need to breathe, but you were certainly making him pant as he lapped at your nipple.

He couldn't resist pressing the pointed tips of his fangs to your supple flesh; not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that it got his heart pumping.

When you whimpered he was done for.

He picked you up, put you on his cushion and knelt at your feet, taking your hand and putting it around his cock as he continued to suckle from you.

You didn't need to do anything more than form a tunnel with your fist for him to fuck up into.

He switched sides and began to suck the other, bringing his hands to the first to flick your slippery nipple with his thumb.

The way you attempted to stifle your moans against your hand was adorable to him.

And when you squeezed your thighs together to satiate the ache building between them, well... that wouldn't do. His Goddess wasn't about to go unworshipped now.

You were on the same page as he was, practically pulling him by the cock toward your entrance, muffling your wanton cries as the disciples went on with their breakfast on the other side of the table.

Oh but you both were feasting in your own way, him on your succulent tits, you stuffed full of his cock.

Your hands caressed his chest as he rutted against you and Douma raised his head to grin.

"Mine aren't quite as fat as yours."

"Not quite," you whispered. "But almost."

Cheeky little thing, he adored you more with every second.

He punished and rewarded you for that comment by thrusting hard against you, biting your nipple before lavishing it with slow, hungry licks.

"I've always promised you paradise, my darling," he said as he set a steady rhythm with his hips. "It's about time I saw that through."

Oh the wet slap of your sopping cunt swallowing his dick was a thing of beauty. Your muffled whimpers, the sluttish blush on your cheeks and staining your chest were art.

Douma was completely lost in you; his face buried between your breasts, biting, licking, sucking, groaning between them as your greedy pussy clenched and fluttered around his dick, dragging him over the edge with you.

You came together; his rainbow eyes rolling back as he pressed firmly into you pumping you full of his cum and claiming you as his own.

His Goddess whom he would not share.

"Now, wasn't that fun?" He cooed, pinching your nipples between his fingers and laughing. "Are you all warmed up?"

You nodded as you fought to catch your breath and Douma smiled.

"Good... because I'm just getting started."

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CHARACTERS. kibutsuji muzan, akaza, doma ︴WC. 4.8k

SYNOPSIS. your parents had raised you to believe that everything happened for a reason, that everything was connected to fate in a sense. it just made no sense how they chose you, of all people.

WARNINGS. PURGE!AU, DARK CONTENT, NONCON, fear play, fuck-or-die, choking, no prep, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampies, blood-sucking, cum-eating, breaking bones, biting, elements of cannibalism, sadism, reader loses consciousness, giyuu is featured as a love interest; this is by far the grossest thing i’ve ever written.

✉️. for those who might have forgotten, marechi blood is the rare blood type that demons go crazy over as it’s super intoxicating.

this is the prequel of another 2K SPECIAL fic i have, featuring tengen and sanemi: SALVATION — which means you can read this as part one :)

“gotcha!”

your loud shriek echoed across the nightmarish forest at the words being whispered right into your ear.

leaves were rustling and branches snapping to your left and right, behind and in front of you, but there was no one.

at the beginning of this cat-and-mouse game, your senses were still good enough to somehow catch up with the demon chasing you down. but now? you had entirely lost track of time, but it had to be more than two hours of futilely hiding behind and on top of trees, before hearing or feeling him close, and escaping further into the woods.

your attempts to outsmart the upper moon were in vain, you had realized that at the very beginning. there was no way that you, a mealy kanoe ranked demon slayer, could overpower or even just run from that monster. you had nothing on him.

DOMA, upper moon two. it was terrible, terrible luck that you two had crossed paths. you were not prepared in the slightest. one could argue that as a demon slayer, you had to be prepared for anything at any given time.

but meeting one of the strongest demons while on a mission to eliminate demons that were actually fitting of your rank had not been in your plan. you hadn’t asked for or expected any of this, actually.

where your crow was, you had no idea either. it wasn’t even there to give you directions into this dizzying, dark forest of death where demons were said to lure innocent girls in.

you felt cheated. it was odd how you hadn’t gotten sent on a single mission so far, and suddenly, you had. where was that damn bird when you needed it? it could’ve flown off to notify any demon slayers nearby for help hours ago. it was like that useless crow of yours had set you up for failure

“okay, you know what?” you stopped running suddenly, hand placed on the sword fixated against your hip as you turned around. while gasping for air, you wiped at your sweaty forehead, hissing at the gash on your upper arm. “i’m done running and playing games. just come out.”

upon recovering your stamina a bit, enough to properly utilize your enhanced senses, your eyes sharply snapped to one of the trees, revealing a shadowy figure sitting cross-legged on a thick tree branch, waving down at you sweetly.

“tired already?” the lilt in his voice was mocking, condescending almost. “how disappointing. i was just starting to have fun!”

the light of the full moon illuminating through wavering leaves revealed the demon in question.

wide, rainbow-colored eyes creased when they met yours as the moon shone even brighter to flash you his rank as if once again telling you you didn’t stand a chance. even nature seems to have found a way to laugh in your face at a moment like this. the demons’s platinum blonde hair flowed slightly in the wind, and you felt captivated by his presence alone.

how could a demon look so… divine? it made no sense to you. he looked so perfect and pretty that you felt dizzy.

he didn’t make a move to stand up, kill you or do anything, merely opting to place his face in his palm, long, blue fingernails tapping against a pale cheek. the way he observed you made you shiver. more so when his lifeless lips stretched into a scary grin, mouth opening to reveal a set of poignant fangs to you.

the tip of his long tongue left his mouth to run over his lips and teeth at the sight and scent of your blood. it made him so delirious, and you had no idea. of course he wouldn’t let you go with a blood type as rare as yours.

your blood smelled so tasty to him that the fingers he was tapping against his cheeks cramped up, making veins pulsate on his hand and face, begging and yearning for your crimson.

he had to have you.

your heart beat so fast against your ribcage that you felt it in your throat. everything about him told you to run, to save yourself, but your head told you that it wasn’t of any use. there was no getting away from this demon.

“you do look exhausted, though,” he added after being met with nothing but silence on your behalf, “is the demon hunter life not treating you well? i do know something else that might. wanna hear?”

you didn’t want to hear what he had to say. before you could tell him to zip it, he already continued talking. “you have two choices, darling,” he cooed, lifting his index and middle finger as if you were illiterate. “i either devour you, or you become a demon. directly under yours truly!”

huh?

doma totally disregarded the irritation on your face as he chuckled into his palm. it was basically a monologue at this point. he was so full of himself. like he was some sort of god. there was a high chance he thought of himself that way.

“well, what’s it going to be?” he pressed, “you should be grateful i’m even giving you a choice, sweetie.” when he again didn’t get a response, he stifled a yawn while his hand dug into his skin, drawing blood. “this… is getting boring—”

“do you ever shut up?” you scowled at him, and his innocent smile dropped instantly at your words and the glare on your face. “i’m trying to conjure up enough energy to fight you, and all you do is get on my nerves.”

truth to be told, it was most likely the adrenaline of staring death in the face that made you respond to the powerful demon like that. maybe there was also a pinch of despair upon dying so soon included there. you were just 19, your life was supposed to begin just now.

in reality, it had ended when you’d been pushed to join the demon slayer corps. in a family that had strictly let all of its children join said organization for generations, you were no exception.

“you’ll understand soon enough,” your mother had told you plainly while your father wouldn’t even face you, “you were born for this. to avenge our ancestors.”

looking from your sword that you carefully retracted from its sheath, then back to doma, almost made you chuckle.

this was the demon kanae kocho, former flower pillar and sister of the current insect pillar, had given her life fighting against. it wasn’t even in the equation that you could inflict any kind of injury on him.

but, you were born for this. this was written.

“for that comment alone, you’d be in pieces already by my hands,” doma pouted, feigning to be hurt, “but since you are so keen on fighting me, i will grant you that wish. oh, how generous of me!”

the stoicism was still deeply etched in your features as you concentrated your breathing while the hand you had wrapped around the sword’s handle was shaking. doma waited patiently for you to attack, smile reappearing on his lips as he smelled your fear.

you smelled delicious. he couldn’t wait to feast on you. he had always looked forward to eating young, pretty women like you, but this was different. this was an excitement he’d never felt before. and he knew exactly why.

even in your concentrated state, you failed to notice the two other strong presences approaching where you two were. they hadn’t expected that doma actually found someone as stupid as you to enter this forest on a day like this.

before you could utter out your breathing style and its form, a cold hand found the back of your neck from behind, the slightest touch being enough to send you flying against the closest tree.

the next time you opened your eyes, you found yourself on the ground, staining the soil and grass beneath you with the blood you were hacking up.

that one blow was so powerful — hell, it wasn’t even a strike. it was just a hand touching you. what kind of creature could be so powerful?

with great efforts, you supported yourself on your hands to sit up, opening your left eye slowly as you now had blood flowing all over your right one from a gash on your forehead.

when your open eye drifted ahead and then higher, you were met with a pair of red, devilish eyes. your eye covered in blood snapped open, both of them growing wide at the man — there was no way in hell he was a human — standing in front of you.

“how weak,” he uttered, while you could barely breathe, paralyzed on the spot at how much energy radiated off of him. he was dressed in all black, in rather formal wear, definitely looking out of place.

his skin looked too pale to be normal. and, you felt your heart dropping all the way to your gut when he breathed through his mouth, making sharp canines glisten under the moonlight.

you were downright petrified. what kind of demon was he? he had to be one. but he was no upper moon. was there any kind of higher group you hadn’t been told about—

“lord MUZAN! you wasted at least five ounces of her valuable blood,” doma’s chuckles sounded from behind the man — did he just say lord muzan? “i’m sure i could have defended myself. just got a little… riled up from her scent.”

muzan… muzan… oh fuck.

demon king kibutsuji muzan. he was standing in front of you in all his glory. and you couldn’t curse your fate more. his presence was so intense that the hands you’d supported against the ground wobbled, making you fall back down again as you wheezed pathetically.

his eyes seemed to twist at the sight of the blood on your face and arm, kimono ripped on your upper arm by now to reveal tender, injured skin. his pupils dilated, but other than that, he didn’t seem unhinged or distracted. it seemed like he had a resistance to whatever was up with you — which you still had no clue about.

“l-lord muzan.” another voice sounded, a more timid one, reserved even, and you were barely able to look past the demon king to see a third of the bunch. through blurry eyes, you sighted yellow eyes with blue sclerae with the writing upper moon in one, and three in the other.

you were done for.

“do not question why you are here, AKAZA. you should know very well why.” muzan didn’t bother facing either of his two henchmen. the pink-haired flinched a little at the tone of his lord, staying at a respectful distance from you as his body tensed up, while doma giddily approached the two, and you.

“stand up,” the demon king ordered you, and you gulped, shakily doing so. your sword was laying somewhere, having been flung away from your hand when he had thrown you across the woods. you wiped your face as well as possible, about to clean your palm afterward on the fabric of your ruined kimono, but doma tutted with a crazed grin. “don’t do that. leave that blood right there.”

you didn’t understand. they were about to kill and eat you anyway. so what did a little bit of your worthless blood wasted matter? you were going to be sitting in their stomachs in a few minutes from now.

“she has… no idea,” akaza stated as his pink eyebrows creased, making the blue stripes across his face shift a little as he started salivating. doma was barely able to contain his excited giggles. “oh, my… poor thing.”

“w-what?” was all you were able to muster up as you leaned against the tree trunk behind you, legs nearly giving up on you. your eyes never left those of muzan, neither did his yours. you were so scared of evaporating into thin air if you moved as much as an inch.

“that blood of yours,” the tallest of the three grinned, licking his lips, “ever heard of marechi blood?” your face went blank. there was no way. doma ended up laughing like you had just cracked the best joke.

there was no way you had the most desirable blood type. the one that demons went crazy over and ripped each other to shreds for.

akaza shook his head in disbelief. “i despise this guy,” he uttered, all while muzan stayed calm. or seemed calm on the exterior. the other two, not so much. they’d already have jumped you if their lord wasn’t here, you were certain.

they acted like it was just a mundane scenario between them. like it was normal. it probably was. but for you, not really. not when you were in limbo between life and death, quite literally.

it spilled from your lips before you could stop yourself. blame it your survival instinct.

“please don’t kill me,” you mumbled with wide doe eyes while your fingers dug into the tree trunk, causing splinters to dig into your skin that made you pull away like you had been burned.

every droplet of blood would make the situation way worse than it already was, and it did, shown by akaza’s and doma’s breaths getting heavier by the second.

“i’ll do anything. i wasn’t trying to find either of you… i was just after—”

muzan lifted his hand, and you winced, instantly cutting yourself off. “i didn’t ask you to talk, human,” he spat.

the demon slayer corps suddenly crossed your mind. would the pillars also have begged for your life like you had just done? they would have spat in your face if they saw and heard this, for sure. perhaps you should be ashamed.

but then again, none of them have been cornered by three of the strongest demons to have ever existed. none of them had ever faced the demon king, as far as you knew. or any of the upper moons.

so, you felt anything but shame in this very moment. you just wanted to get out of the situation alive.

“what do you think she meant by anything, lord muzan?” the upper moon two quipped, thick eyebrows raising as he took in the sight of your fearful self. “i’m curious. care to elaborate, stupid little thing?”

tears of despair welled up in your eyes, which made doma cock his head to the side and jut his lower lip up. “is this really necessary?” akaza glared at the other upper moon, eyes narrowing. “she is obviously scared for her life, doma. cut the crap.”

“don’t be such a buzzkill. i know you want a taste of her as well,” the long-haired demon laughed, eyes disappearing into small crescents, “they always taste so much better when scared. you wouldn’t know that, of course. but there’s a first time for everything, right lord akaza? it will be my first time tasting this blood, too.”

said demon didn’t respond. it was muzan who spoke again. “if you want to live,” his bland voice made you grit your teeth to stop your lips from trembling, “then strip.”

you had no time to process muzan’s order — literally no time, as he looked like he’d make you vanish if you didn’t comply. with your cheeks burning in shame, you slid your kimono off, making it thud to the grass beneath you as you now stood in your underwear, socks and slippers. doma suddenly stood in front of you, hand wrapped around your injured arm as he leaned forward to bite a chunk off. you choked back a scream.

“doma,” muzan warned, causing the demon to stop with sharp teeth grazing your soft skin, being so close to your blood, and he could feel his cock twitching, fully hard at this point. “akaza is first. move aside.”

with a whine, doma pulled away, barely able to do so as his body and his dick diligently tried to keep him right where you were.

“what am i supposed to do, lord muzan?,” the pink-haired demon questioned as politely as possible, while fighting against his twitching hands that wanted you. “i don’t… i don’t hurt women.”

the man with black, curly hair gritted his teeth as he sent akaza a glare that was quick to get him back to his senses.

you didn’t want to be here for even a second. you just wanted to pass out and wake up again when this entire ordeal was over. you felt so exposed, so bare — which you were, halfway — as the cold night air made goosebumps form on your skin.

what were they planning to do to you? if their goal was to kill and eat you, they would have done so long ago, wouldn’t they? they wouldn’t be wasting their time like this if they could have just easily finished the job in a matter of minutes.

not that you had any idea how long demons took to digest a body, but judging by the hunger in those demons’ eyes, you were sure it wouldn’t be long. come to think of it, you really didn’t want to think about getting eaten. it was even worse than thinking about death solely by itself.

the last thing you’d want is to be sitting in their stomachs.

which was why you had to go along with whatever they had in mind. it could only be terrible, given that they were demons, but you guessed that anything was better than dying.

“have a taste,” muzan told the shorter demon who gulped while approaching you with bare feet as if you were something he was terrified of. was he scared of women or something like that? it confused you. you didn’t want to grant yourself the relief of knowing that there was one among the three who didn’t want to hurt you — he was a demon for a reason, still.

akaza stared at your body like it was the first time he had seem a woman like this. with every cautious step he took toward you, you backed away further into the tree. you had no room to move away, nowhere to run.

his fingers that were painted dark blue until above his knuckles settled on your shoulder, and you jumped at how cold his touch felt. shaky digits reached the gash on your arm, and you bit your lip when they mindlessly dug into it, causing more blood to be drawn out. he retracted his fingers seconds later to raise them to his mouth, sniffling and licking them with his yellow eyes never leaving your teary ones.

you knew you were done for when even the one who was opposed to hurting you had his eyes rolling into the back of his head when he sucked his digits clean of your blood. all the control and self-restraint in him left with one single act.

the same hand shot up roughly against your neck, pinning you against the tree as you spluttered at the suddenness. insanity was mirrored in his eyes as he ripped your bra off your body, followed by your panties, all while you choked and squirmed in his death grip. you were sure he’d snap your neck in half if he applied any more pressure than he was right now.

your hands weakly pulled at his striped forearm, but he was far too gone to notice. “t-turn around,” he stuttered with a strained voice. eventually, he let go of your neck, bending his wrist backward so it forcefully snapped from your throat. his broken bones regenerated at the speed of light while you were gasping for air, knowing you’d have died if he had held that grip on you a little longer.

“you nearly killed our prey, lord akaza,” doma taunted the pink-haired demon, “take it slow. want me to—” a low growl erupting from his throat cut the higher-ranked upper moon off, and he positioned you so your chest was pressed against the cold wood, back arching uncomfortably.

you sniffled and panted when the fabric of his loose pants came in touch with your bare ass, and weak cries of objection spilled from your mouth. your throat was hurting, you couldn’t really breathe, your arm hurt, you were scared for your life.

was he really going to—

“n-no, please—” you protested weakly, hands flailing behind you to push at akaza’s body, do anything to stop him from doing any more of what he was doing. he had pulled his pulsating, needy cock out that was oozing with precum, distributing it over your exposed cunt messily as he humped you for some relief.

“such a pretty pussy,” doma snickered, “she doesn’t smell like a virgin. i wonder who’s had the honor of being inside of her. some lucky, mortal bastard...”

tears of despair dripped down your face when an image of him flashed across your head. you two had never been able to actually become anything more than two people who weren’t supposed to meet up and get intimate with each other. but, that made it more difficult to stay away from each other.

which was why you’d always ended up entangled in each other’s bare bodies, drawing out the prettiest sounds from each other. giyuu

“shut up, doma,” akaza grunted as he sloppily tried slipping his cockhead inside you, slipping up a few times, which made him feel frustrated. “i don’t want to hear your annoying voice. just— oh, fuck!”

you felt like throwing up when he slid his long cock inside of you in one go. a weak, hoarse moan was all you could let out as your wrists were grabbed carelessly by akaza to hold them behind your back.

he forced your back to arch even more, bringing your bare upper body against his scarcely clothed one, and he started fucking you against the tree. your eyes were wide and glassy, countless tears streaming down your cold cheeks as he fucked you so hard that your face got bruised by how it rubbed against the tree trunk.

akaza’s lips blindly found your bleeding upper arm to lap at it with his hot tongue, making you cry out in pain at the burn of his saliva touching your wound. it felt like alcohol was being poured all over it.

he sucked at your wound until you started feeling lightheaded, and it was just his tight grip on you that was keeping you from collapsing to the ground. akaza’s boyish moans and grunts filled your ears, and you felt ashamed when you felt yourself producing arousal.

you didn’t want this. not at all. it wasn’t your fault your body was reacting like this. you didn’t mean to betray giyuu like this—

“you’re— so… hah… tight!” with that, the upper moon three emptied himself inside of you without a warning, your own body twitching at the sudden feeling of being filled up. he pulled out almost instantly to stagger away, revealing the lower side of his face that was coated with your blood.

doma was quick to catch you, turning you back around while you coughed and tried to regain your composure, shivering from the demon seed running down your thighs.

“how cute,” he chuckled, and you felt his long, claw-like nail nearing your hole to scoop akaza’s remaining cum out, “open up, dollface.” when you didn’t and instead shook your head feebly, he shoved his long fingers inside of your mouth anyway, making you gag on them as the taste of bitterness coated your taste buds.

through half-lidded, fuzzy eyes, you saw muzan standing right where he had stood before. “let’s give lord muzan a show, shall we?” doma smiled sweetly before lifting your body with ease, bending your legs at the knees to wrap them around his clothed hips.

he was impatient, hands quickly ridding himself of his pants to impale you on his cock. this time, you were way too dazed to even be reacting to it. it didn’t hurt as much as it had hurt with akaza either, given that you were now wetter than you had been before.

doma chuckled breathlessly as he was inside of you, grinning diabolically as he supported your back against the tree. “what a pretty sight… eyes on me, little toy.”

your chest was now on full display, littered with bruises and cuts that the cult leader leapt forward to suck at, moaning at the coppery taste. his thrusts were slower and more calculated than akaza’s, but they were just as rough.

your eyes rolled back when his fangs dug into your chest, breaking the skin and suckling on your supple tit as you writhed in pain before it turned into numbness. with every thrust and every bite, you started feeling less. your vision got darker than it was, and no more quiet sounds of ‘no’ and ‘please’ would be formed in your mouth.

everything felt weird, everything was spinning, and before you knew it, you’d blacked out.

you were brought back seconds later by doma, who wouldn’t have you passing out on him. he hated fucking corpses, after all. such a shame you had no more fight left in you. well, at least you were pretty and your blood was nutritious.

the harsh smack delivered across your face had your head whipping to the side, and you were suddenly hyper-aware of your surroundings. not much had changed, doma was still jackhammering into you, and no one was there to help you.

more biting, sucking and a few more seconds of brutally pounding into you made you reach an unwanted climax as well that forced doma to cream inside your tightening walls with a low whine. he took a minute to recover before pulling out of your heavenly pussy, making his white cream dribble down your abused hole.

you should be grateful he came inside a worthless and weak human like you.

doma mindlessly let your battered body hit the ground, and you didn’t even hear or see muzan approaching until the tip of his dress shoe tilted your face up forcefully by your chin.

you had no more energy to struggle against it anymore. if you lost any more blood, you probably wouldn’t recover. what difference would it make if you did recover? you had gotten violated by demons. there was no more purpose for you.

giyuu was going to hate you.

“open your mouth.” muzan’s monotonous voice could be heard, although muffled, as your ears kept ringing, announcing that you were at your wit’s end. sitting up with the remaining power you had left, you parted your lips and squinted your eyes shut. you could tell what was coming.

“a whorish, weak slayer like you does not deserve my seed inside of you, let alone deserve to touch me.” his words were streaked with venom, like he had a personal vendetta against you, like you’d done anything to hurt him.

the sounds of slick and something slippery caught your ears, but you didn’t dare open your eyes. he was going to taint your face and mouth too, now. to make sure no spot of your being was untouched by demons.

you were surprised at how resistant your body had been throughout it all. for someone as weak as you, you didn’t snap so easily. but you weren’t going to survive this anyway, so it didn’t matter.

at least you’d tried.

when ropes of muzan’s hot cum hit your cheeks, lips and nose, you recoiled, feeling disheartened and utterly humiliated. all you could do is shake on the ground as you let the translucent liquid drip down your face and body.

you could hear retreating footsteps until only one more presence was nearby. it was doma.

“come to think of it. who even sent you here on a day like this?”

a droplet of cum landed on the back of your hand, and it felt so hot and weird, so inhumane that it burned your skin.

“today’s purge today, a day meant for demons to ravage in these woods. anyone who told you to come here wanted this to happen to you. or who knows, maybe you asked for it!”

your mind was far too woozy to be thinking about it, but… it did make sense in a way. was that why your crow hadn’t accompanied you here all the way?

“but oh well, at least you served a greater purpose! we didn’t even feel the need to devour you. such luck.”

how lucky you were. it was written that you’d be surviving. maybe this was what your parents had talked to you about?

it seemed almost too calculated when you passed out, and awoke to two familiar voices around you, bickering among each other hushedly. a pair of bulky, strong arms covered your remaining decency as fuchsia and lavender eyes exchanged glances.

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Bad Pet pt.2

Pairing: demon pet Douma x f!reader

Summary: You and your pet demon, Douma have grown closer in the weeks he has lived with you, your connection growing stronger with each passing day. But everything changes when things go awry on the night of the demon dance, and your bond becomes something you never imagined possible.

Tags: slow-burn. NSFW. Soft dom!reader x sub!Douma. Biting. Marking. Mating. Blood. Sex (including cunnilingus) during menstruation. Nipple play (his). Part 2 approx 12k words.

Dividers by @benkeibear

Read part 1 here

"DOUMA! DOUMA NO!" You shrieked with laughter as you abandoned your purse at the door and ran through the house away from the him. “BAD DEMON!”

Another two weeks had passed since the day he danced for you, and in that time you had grown closer. Petting his hair on the couch was now a part of your nightly routine. You'd figured out a feeding schedule which suited you both. Between Kie, her husband Tanjuro, and their eldest son Tanjiro, the arrangements for the dance had been completely taken out of your hands by the helpful Kamados but you were confident it would go well. It was only a day away and Douma was excited beyond measure. 

And this… this new game the two of you played, was now the norm every time you came home from work. The moment you stepped through the door the chase was on. There was no escaping his lanky legs and boisterous tenacity, but running from him was half the fun. 

Douma pounced, wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you over to the couch where he fell on top of you, the pair of you gasping and giggling as he blew his hair out of his face and grinned. 

"Got ya, little bunny."

It was pointless trying to resist (nor did you want to) but you made a show of it anyway, squirming beneath him as he lifted your arm to his mouth and gently bit your wrist, a growl sounding at the back of his throat which made your toes curl. 

"I take it you missed me?" you laughed as he gnawed on you. 

"Mhm."

"I missed you too."

"Mmh… "

These playbites warmed your heart. It was an immense show of trust from you and restraint from him. His teeth were sharp, his strength supernatural, and yet you felt safe even with such a vulnerable area between his jaws.

Curiosity got the better of you and you leaned in to bite his shoulder, causing him to snort with laughter and release your wrist from his jaws. 

“Ah! Such little teeth!”

Despite his amusement, you still immediately felt guilty for doing it. “Did it hurt?”

Your question only made him laugh harder, and the game evolved into an exchange of bites. He repaid you for yours with a nibble on the inside of your elbow which made you squirm. You got him back with a bite to his bicep which had him sucking in a breath between his giggles, on and on, until finally his teeth were an inch from your lips, his breath fanning hot across them as your smiles faded.

“Shall we call it a tie?” he said, his voice soft, gentle, and just for you.

Your chest tightened as you tried to draw breath. The press of his body against yours was delicious torture; terrible and wonderful all at once. Until you saw the anguish in his rainbow eyes as they fell to the scar on your neck. 

“I did that,” he whispered, pain evident in his wavering voice. “I hurt you.”

“You didn’t mean to. And it’s all healed up now. There’s no harm done.”

He drew around the scar with the tip of his finger, sending a shiver through your body, a heat which pooled between your thighs. 

“Why didn’t you send me away?” he asked.

The question struck you like an arrow to the heart. “Because… you didn’t deserve it.”

“I’ve been sent away for less. By humans I lived with for longer.”

“I’m not them–”

“No… no, you’re not, are you?” He smiled softly and lowered his head to rest his cheek against your chest.  With every passing moment your face grew hotter as he coiled his fingers around yours, “May I tell you something. Something I don’t believe was in my file.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah of course.”

“The day I was born I was bought by an elderly couple. I’ve often wondered why they wanted a demon baby instead of a human– maybe cost, maybe because I was interesting, maybe something else. Whatever the reason, they were kind to me.” His eyes grew distant. “The man I was raised to call father had girlfriends. My mother discovered his infidelity and murdered him. Stabbed him forty-seven times in the chest and then turned the knife on herself. I was eight years old and three feet away.”

Your blood ran cold at his story, feeling as though you had just been dropped off a ledge through freezing air. “Oh Douma, I’m so sorry.”

“I felt empty. Nothing. I saw it all happen. I remember their faces, I can still smell the blood. And all I could think about was the mess I had been left to clean. And when I was picked up by the shelter, they called me a monster for it, soulless, evil.”

Anger simmered inside you. No wonder he was closed off emotionally. How could anyone get through that and be okay afterward? Let alone an eight year-old child. And there was no counseling for demons, no therapy, no care. Just abandonment and punishment. 

Douma raised his head and smiled. “Your heart is beating so fast, little bunny. Please don’t get upset on my behalf."

“Of course I’m upset. That shouldn’t have happened to you. None of it. And I’m so sorry it did.” Tears welled as you tried to remain calm. The frustration at not being able to do a damn thing about any of it was more than you could bear. “I can’t undo any of it, but I can promise you that your life isn’t going to be like that anymore. Never again.”

Douma simply stared in stunned silence at you. "You care so much, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do. I love–" You froze, your breath catching in your throat. 

You were getting overwrought, you told yourself. His story, the intimacy of lying together on the couch… not to mention your hormones. The fact that your period was due any day; it was too much.

"I care about you, Douma. I want you to be okay."

"I am," he assured you. "I'm so happy here with you." With a sigh he lowered his head back down to your chest. "I'm excited to dance with you tomorrow night. I’m excited to dress up and look pretty at my mistress’s side. Since coming to you I've found I'm more and more excited for each tomorrow. I'm happy to wake up, and I fall asleep to hopeful thoughts."

Your hand seemed to move on its own, resting on the back of his head, your fingers threading through the silken strands of his hair. The red patch now covered most of the top of his head, and stroking it elicited a deep, rumbling purr from the depths of his chest. 

“You treat me so well,” he murmured. “I want to be with you forever.”

“So do I,” you said, closing your eyes and just enjoying the sensation of being close to him.

"I belong to you," he said, and your heart squeezed.

There was no point in denying it to yourself any longer. 

You were in love with a demon. 

Your demon.

Your Douma. 

“How do I look?” Douma held out his arms and twirled for you in the hallway. Since that night would be a special one, he’d chosen to wear his biggest white hakama pants and a blood-red top which clung faithfully to his figure. 

“Amazing!”

“Pretty?”

“Very!”

It filled him with pride whenever you complimented him. Especially now you were more comfortable with it. He didn’t sense that constant anxious hum coming from you as you smiled at him 

And he saw your eyes wandering over his torso– oh yes, he most certainly did.

But unlike with his previous owners, your gaze didn’t make him uncomfortable or make him feel like a lifeless object. No, your gaze was a blessing. It tightened a coil in the pit of his belly and made his cheeks grow warm.

And you looked beautiful yourself in your lovely black dress which matched the leather of his harness. But you were struggling with something at the back of your neck, the clasp to a black velvet choker. 

“Need help?”

“Yeah… I think so…”

He didn’t even think twice about it, stepping forward to assist you with your necklace, carefully slipping the little golden clasp through its hoop and securing it around your neck. It was only when he was done, when you turned around to face him that his lungs suddenly emptied. 

He had just put a collar on you. 

A delicate velvet one, yes, but a collar nevertheless. And he adored it on you. 

Maybe the significance was entirely in his head, maybe you thought nothing of it, but just for the night he would allow himself to believe that’s what it was. That while you were his mistress, you belonged to him. You belonged to each other; he in his harness and you with your matching collar, letting everyone know you were a pair meant to be together. Oh, he was practically giddy at the thought. Warmth spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes as he fought back the urge to pounce on you. 

He wanted to bite, to chew, to hear you giggle and press his body against yours. And he wanted… he wanted you to claim him in return. He wanted you to fuck him so badly the ache went bone-deep. Soul deep, even. He wanted you to tell him what to do, to please and pleasure you, to obey and fulfill and serve you. 

“Thank you,” you said, touching your fingertips to the necklace and giving him a smile which made his heart– and his cock– lift. “Are you ready to dance?”

“I’m so ready.”

He could hardly draw breath the entire journey to the club. Everything you did; the way your fingers slid across the steering wheel, thigh shifting as you switched between the brake and gas, lips parting as you checked the rearview mirror made him burn. The orange glow of streetlights cast you in an ethereal light. He couldn't stop glancing down at the seatbelt snaking between your breasts.

Something was happening to him, that much was clear. Something he had never experienced before. He'd never found himself so hot and bothered by literally every movement. Even the subtle sounds of your breaths made his cock ache. 

"You're so beautiful, mistress," he said, enjoying the way your blush crept over your cheeks. 

You didn't speak, but you didn't have to. He could feel your attraction to him, feel your conflict, your desire, your hunger. You wanted to devour him as badly as he wanted you. 

You were nervous in a different way than usual. It was contagious. 

Soon the roads became faintly familiar, and when the train tracks came into view his mind started to whirr. "Where are we going?"

"Check the glovebox…"

He did as you asked and found a simple black collar nestled away. "What–?"

"Well, I couldn't stop thinking about how you asked if Enmu could come to the dance, so I stopped by to see him the other day after work and talked to him about it. He said he'll wear a collar just for a little while and pretend he's mine. And he'll be on his best behavior."

A wave of emotion hit Douma, a negative emotion so sudden and powerful it startled him. It was new and uncomfortable. And it made no sense at all. He was touched that yet again you had gone out of your way to give him something he'd asked for– something illegal to boot. But there was also something less pleasant welling inside him, burning in the center of his chest. He felt sick when he imagined you putting the collar onto the dream demon. 

"Douma? Are you okay?"

He remembered himself and put on a bright smile. "Just peachy!"

You gave him a sidelong glance. "You sure?"

"Positive!"

“It’s just for tonight, and we’ll drop him right back off at the shed when we’re done.” Your brow furrowed, still keeping your eyes on the road but stealing glances in his direction, constantly checking on him as though you could read his mind. And when you finally pulled up outside the abandoned train shed you turned to him, eyes full of concern. “Douma… did I overstep? Was this the wrong thing to do?”

Oh, you sweet anxious little bunny. Of course you would think that. Of course your gut reaction was to assume you did wrong. He reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder, hoping his touch would reassure you where his words had failed to do so. “Not at all, my lamb. Never.”

The way your breath hitched at his gesture made his throat tighten. 

Gods, what was this… this feeling between the two of you? It was akin to ravenous hunger, but rather than feeling it in his belly it was in every cell of his body. He’d enjoyed sex before but he’d never craved it this way. If he gave in to his urges he’d have you right there in the car. 

Your lips parted as your eyes met his, shivers of excitement tingling across the surface of his skin. You leaned toward him, and he toward you. The space between you closed and he found himself sucking in a breath of anticipation.

A presence just in front of the car drew Douma’s attention, and he turned to see Enmu standing just a few feet away from the hood, illuminated by the headlights of the car. 

“Fuck!” You gasped in shock, covering your heart with your hand before bursting into laughter. “I should have gotten him a collar with a bell on it. He scared the shit out of me.”

Douma chuckled, but that nauseating sickness returned as the dream demon climbed into the back of the car and sat in the middle seat. 

“Good evening,” Enmu said in a voice so soft it sounded as though it would shatter. “Oh, human… your heart is racing. Did I startle you?”

“Yeah, a little,” you laughed as you handed him the collar. 

“How wonderful!”

And just like that, the exchange was over. You didn’t put the collar on Enmu at all, he did it to himself. The quiet metallic click from the back seat set Douma’s heart at ease. 

He was still your one and only pet.

You were still his mistress and no one else's.

The rest of the car ride was as pleasant as can be, with Enmu cooing in the back seat over the dreams he could feel coming from the apartment complexes you drove by. You gave Douma a passing sidelong glance, the corner of your lips curving into a smile just for him. Oh how he adored you, how he wanted you, how he needed you. 

By the time you pulled up in the parking lot of the Crimson Lily every muscle in his body was tense with the urge to pounce upon you, fuck you, lick you, bite, kiss, gods, anything. He didn’t even care that Enmu was there. He would have fucked you right in front of him if you wouldn’t mind it. His body was alight with desire; an intense and all consuming heat. 

Heat. 

Was that what this was? Was he finally going into heat for real for the first time in his life. The prospect was thrilling and mortifying all at once. He wasn’t entirely naive about it all. He knew what going into heat entailed: the fevers, the ravenous desire, the suffering if his urges were not satiated. And he knew he wanted to satiate those urges with you. Only you. 

It wasn’t even supposed to be possible for demons and humans to mate, and yet he couldn’t deny the call of his biology. It wasn’t another demon. It was you. It had to be you.

Would you even allow it though? You were always so anxious about not taking advantage of him, of not allowing yourself to give in to your own desire because of the power balance you perceived between the two of you. It didn’t matter to you that he was bigger, stronger, equipped with sharp fangs and lethal claws. All you saw was your title; Mistress, and the responsibility you felt because of it. The guilt. 

As you headed into the club together, lured by the siren's call of heavy bass lines and neon light, he placed his palm on your lower back, desperate to make contact, feeling overwhelming comfort just from the warmth of your skin beneath his hand. And the way that you smiled at him, so full of pride at your pretty pet… God… he wanted you. And he was going to go mad if he didn't have you. 

"Oh wow!" the club's owner practically purred the moment she laid eyes on Douma. "Well, hello there, beautiful." 

Your body stiffened as the gorgeous white-haired woman reached out to scratch your demon affectionately beneath the chin. 

Her wide blue eyes drifted over his features. "Do you like to dance, pet?"

"Oh, of course I love to dance!" Douma said, his face alight with excitement as he leaned into the affection with a wide grin. 

It shouldn't have made you feel, well, anything, but you couldn't deny the wave of nausea in the pit of your stomach. Oh, you could kid yourself that it was purely because she’d touched him without his permission, or you were worried about him being exploited, but you knew there was a little more to it than that. The truth was, as the woman continued to shower Douma in praise and affection, you were jealous.

“You have such a pretty face! God, look at your eyes! And that body. Wow! No horns or marks so you’re not a purebred, and you’re not ugly so not a simple mutt either. You’re a designer breed, right? You've gotta be.” At last she turned to you, "He'd do well here, if you ever want to rent him out to us. There's a small but avid clientele for demons, especially pretty ones. You’d make a fat wad from him."

The money wasn’t tempting in the slightest, but the excitement in Douma’s smile was enough to stop you dismissing it outright. “We’ll think about it.”

The owner tossed her hair over her shoulder and raised her eyebrows, as if offended you hadn’t bitten off her hand at the offer. “One human, two demons, right?”

“Right,” you confirmed as she took your credit card and swiped it, paying you into the club. 

“Ume!” A man’s voice called from the club’s security office. “For fuck’s sake, the one you’re going all gaga over doesn’t even have a collar on! He can’t come in.” A moment later he appeared, raking a bony hand through his tousled green hair. “You never were the smartest. Good thing I’m here to help keep this place running.”

“Shut up!” the woman snapped. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Wait, but he’s wearing a harness,” you said, your heart rate spiking with panic as you realized you might have been careless. Maybe you’d screwed up and ruined Douma’s night already.

Your demon simply smiled and gave his leash a confident tug. “I’m a bad pet,” he said, his voice dripping with seduction as he stepped closer to you. “I have to wear a harness instead of a collar. It gives my mistress more control over me. She makes sure I'm a good boy."

The green-haired security guard frowned, his gaze falling to you, then Enmu, and finally Douma. “I’m going to be watching you three closely tonight, and if I suspect you’re putting the rest of the guests in danger, you’re out. Understand? I don’t care what my idiot little sister says, we have a no tolerance policy against fighting.”

“We’ll be good,” you assured him, relief crashing over you as the heat rose on your cheeks.

"Go on in," the woman said, jutting her chin toward the door. 

You walked into the main room of the club, flanked by Douma and Enmu on the end of their leashes as the brother and sister bickered behind you. Their argument was quickly drowned out by the music coming from within.

The main room, or lounge as the red neon sign above the doorway called it, was bathed in crimson light as sumptuous music blasted from the speakers. A handful of demons were socializing and dancing on the dancefloor. A long stage took up the center of the room, and on that stage were two silver poles and a giant glittering bird cage. No one was dancing up there. Not yet, anyway.

You were early, but there were already dozens of demons and their humans socializing with each other, and it only took you a moment to locate the Kamados. You turned around to let Douma and Enmu know the names of the demons but found Enmu had disappeared, his leash hanging loose in your hand.

Shit.

“Where did he go?” you asked, panic rising in your chest as you scanned the surrounding booths for signs of the dream demon.

“He’ll be back, Mistress,” Douma said, leaning down to put his lips close to your ear, combating the noise from the music. “Don’t worry about anything tonight, okay? Let's just have… fun.” 

With every gentle brush of his lips against the shell of your ear your heart fluttered. Your eyes closed involuntarily, your body reacting to his touch with shivers of electricity and rising heat. 

The bass vibrated through your body as Douma’s hand returned to the curve of your back, his claws drawn just a little, their caress sending tingles right to your core. With just a simple touch, he managed to empty the air from your lungs and send heat pooling between your thighs. 

The sex-drenched atmosphere in the club, the pounding music, Douma's touch, his scent, his beauty, it was more than you could stand, and you’d only been there for two minutes. 

You tried to keep your composure as Kie and Tanjuro Kamado waved over at you, the couple already talking to a number of guests and playing the part of the gracious party hosts. Some part of you–okay, a big part–was grateful they'd taken the planning away from you. You were completely free to enjoy yourself–to enjoy your time with Douma.

The pair of you headed to a booth, squeezing behind the table to sit on the plush red leather bench behind. Your thigh pressed against his as you sat close, sending frissons of excitement through your body. 

Gods, what were you doing? What were you thinking?

The sight of him in that damn harness, his chest now so full and soft from all your care it made your pussy wet just to look at. The urge to touch him, caress him, make him blush and whimper and feel– It was all-consuming. Strapped up on the end of your leash, his big, pretty eyes and charismatic smile just full of adoration… he was too beautiful. Too tempting. You couldn’t stand it. 

"Do you want me to take off your leash so you can socialize?" You asked, yelling above the music and unsure of what you wanted the answer to be.

Douma simply smiled, and leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder. "No, mistress, I want to stay with you."

He stayed like that for a long time, quietly watching the other demons dance, his fingers curling around the leash connecting you. 

Every breath was a struggle as you kept looking ahead, watching as the Kamado’s eldest son hurried around with an eager smile, chatting to various guests and doing whatever he could to keep the party going. It would have been a good distraction, if not for the way Douma’s breaths fanned across the top of your breasts and made your flesh pebble.

“You came,” a dark, enchanting voice said by your ear. You found yourself side-by-side with Muzan, the Kamado’s demon. You hadn't even noticed him squeeze into the booth beside you, and from the way he shot upright, neither had Douma. 

Muzan wore an elegant black suit, with a matching black and gold paisley collar, which disguised the discreet but powerful shock pack which was capable of issuing electric shocks to subdue him should he get out of hand. 

“Oh, hi Muzan,” you greeted him with a warm smile he did not return. Controlling your breathing, you tried to appear unaffected by the flood of arousal coursing through your body. But a moment later you felt a gentle pressure on your shoulder as the older demon nuzzled it in greeting as he always did when you’d prepared his food in the past. You couldn’t help but feel a little fond of the curmudgeonly old guy. “Of course I came! This was really Douma’s idea—”

Crimson eyes darted over your head, and Muzan’s pupils narrowed as he glowered in Douma’s direction. His lips parted around a silent syllable but promptly snapped shut.

Something unspoken passed between Douma and Muzan, something you felt you had only ever seen on wildlife documentaries; a deep, primal rivalry.

The air between them–the air you occupied– crackled with energy, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You could have sworn you heard a low growl pass between the two demons even above the music. Muzan’s eyes were murderous, but Douma… Douma was simply smiling, unfazed, unblinking, and that was somehow just as intimidating. 

“Hey,” you said, though which demon you were addressing you hadn’t quite decided. You only knew you had to say something to relieve the tension. “Douma… do you want to dance with me?”

Muzan’s intense glare fell to you as you reached behind you and took Douma’s hand in yours, not even considering how it would look to the other humans and their demon pets who were all free to roam or led properly on their leashes. None of them were holding hands, only you and he.

“Oh my my, mistress,” he said as the warmth returned to his smile. His opaline eyes flashed with excitement, the tension with Muzan seemingly forgotten. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The music blared, but the pounding of Douma's heartbeat in his ears thundered even louder. You kept hold of his leash of course, but you were also brazenly holding his hand in front of everyone! Like you were proud to be his mistress, claiming him as he longed to claim you.

Oh goodness, the music, the light, the eyes of every demon and human on the pair of you as you led him to the dancefloor. The shy little smile you gave him as you turned to face him made his chest ache. Leave it to you to be concerned about the opinions of others.

You were close, but there were still a few inches of space between you, the tone of your dance playful and innocent despite the sexual undertones of the music. He twirled you, spinning you around as you laughed, the way he sometimes did at the end of the chase game right before it turned to biting. 

He took great pleasure in your delighted squeal as he lifted you up onto the little stage and joined you a moment later, not giving you time to worry as he gripped the pole and spun around it the way his old owners had him do. Only this time there was no pressure, no demands to perform for party goers or for foreplay. No, this was what he wanted. He wanted to be sexy for you, he wanted to display his body, his muscles, his strength. Because he wanted to be a good mate for you; a mate to be proud of, who could protect you with his life and submit to you in bed. 

And then the music changed. It was a song made for closeness, for slow grinding, for fucking, and the longer it went on, the longer Douma couldn’t stand the distance between you. 

People were watching but he couldn’t have cared less as he snaked his arm around your waist, drawing you closer, until your bodies were pressed together, your breath heating his lips, your eyes dancing over his face as you rocked in harmony with the music. 

Dancing with you like that was heaven and hell, every cell in his body was alight with desire and need, so close and yet so far to what he wanted. His cock ached as your hips moved with his, your arm sliding around his shoulders, fingers splayed across his muscles as he maneuvered you between the pole and his body.

Douma was intoxicated by the scent of you; your body, your arousal. He could smell it on you, it poured from you and flooded his senses. And there was something else. Blood. You were very close to menstruating. Gods, and that scent was more than he could bear.

Feral need flooded him, and before he knew what was happening the dance turned to something far more intimate. His hips rolled against you, his thigh pressing between yours, the little startled cry of pleasure you emitted making him harder than he had ever been in his life. 

God, he needed you, he needed to whisk you away that instant, take you to a bathroom stall and beg you to ride him until he couldn’t take anymore. He needed to bite you, mark you and be marked, claim you and be claimed, mate with you, live and die with you. You were everything. Everything. And you were in his arms, flushed, lips quivering, your body reacting to his. His owner. His mistress. His.

“Douma—”

He was delirious with need as he ground his pelvis against you, his cock weeping at the thought of your pussy separated by only thin fabrics his claws could make such short work of. Rubbing himself against you, he pressed his face to your neck, a desperate whine escaping him as his grip tightened around the pole. 

“Douma…” you gasped his name, gripping his shoulders and pulling back from him. “Douma we need to stop.”

Your tone was firm and final. His breaths were hard, his body tingling from top to bottom, and it hurt to draw back from you, the distance sending spears of agony through him, but he did it. He pulled back. He stopped dancing. Because disobeying you, hurting you, scaring you, having you look at him with such fear and disappointment was worse than all of it. And the shame. The shame was crushing.

“I’m sorry, mistress,” he said, his hand instinctively coming up to cover the clip connecting his harness to the leash. “I was bad, wasn’t I?”

You glanced around at the crowd. A few were watching, visibly perturbed by what they’d witnessed. And of course, you hated that. He smelled the anxiety spike in you. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m sorry–” was all he could manage. 

You drew in a breath, filling your lungs and shaking your head. “It’s okay. I… I was dancing with you too. But maybe it isn’t such a good idea for tonight.”

His heart shattered at that. He’d looked forward to dancing with you for so long and he’d ruined it in a matter of minutes. 

"I'll be good," he said, the desperation in his heart cracking his voice. "I'll be a good pet for you. Please dance with me again. I need to feel— I need you, mistress."

"We can later… maybe. I need to take a break. I need to find Enmu," you said, looking away from him. "I'll be back in a minute I just… I need to cool off for a second, okay?"

He understood. It hurt but he got it. Humans and demons weren't supposed to do the things he wanted to do with you. And you were so anxious about everything all the time, he was a fool to even hope you might have accepted it. He was definitely a fool for letting his physical urges take over in public, elevated on the stage where everyone could see. 

You climbed down leaving him up there like a lonely statue on a plinth beside the metal cage meant for dancing. And it hurt. Somehow just you walking away from him for a moment hurt worse than every other owner sending him to the shelter. It hurt worse than the moment he overheard that he was to be destroyed.

It hurt because he had disappointed you. And it hurt because he loved you so completely that pain and happiness were intertwined.

He pulled in a breath as he watched you walk away, his body still throbbing with that deep, primitive heat he would endure for eternity if it meant re-earning your trust. He would be good. So good for you.

“How abhorrent,” Muzan snarled from the bottom of the stage. “You’re in heat and want to mate with your owner–is that correct?” 

The hairs on the back of Douma’s neck bristled. It was clear this demon was powerful and angry.

“It’s an abomination,” the older demon continued, pulling himself up onto the stage without any effort. “And I won’t allow it.”

Before Douma could react, Muzan shoved him, his palms hitting Douma’s chest with such force it sent him flying back into the cage. The earth shook as the back of Douma’s head smacked against a metal bar, 

“I should kill you,” Muzan said, slamming the door and holding it closed. 

Try as he might, Douma couldn’t even open it a crack. Panic gripped him, closing his throat, chilling his blood. Yet again he was left alone in a cage. Only this time he wasn’t numb. This time he was terrified. Fear drowned out logic, and every sinew in his body screamed at him to escape, to get back to you. “Let me out!”

“No. You belong in a cage. You don’t deserve to be let free. Despicable, perverse, twisted creature. Your beloved mistress should have left you to die.’

“LET ME OUT!” he cried. “LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!”

Muzan’s blank stare turned to a smirk, his pale hands gripping the same metal bars as Douma’s. “How pathet—”

A sharp zapping sound silenced Muzan, and a spear of pain darted through Douma’s hands, his arms, all the way to his chest. His heart emptied, his vision blurred, and his panic rose.

Terror sharpened his senses and made them bleed into each other. He was no longer sure of what was happening, only that he was in pain, he was still locked in the cage, humans were yelling, Muzan’s claws were reaching out toward his shoulder. Instinct took over and he lashed out in turn, his claws only half-drawn by the time they connected with the demon’s flesh.

Only it wasn’t a demon he clawed. No, he recognized that scent right away. It wasn’t demon, but  human blood smeared across his hands.

The smell brought the world into sharp focus. 

Muzan’s mistress was clutching her arm, her eyes wide with shock and fear as people gathered round and inspected the claw marks slicing her wrist.

“He bit her!” a voice called. “I’m calling the cops. He shouldn’t be in here. He’s dangerous.”

White hot terror flooded every part of Douma’s body.

No.

No no no no NO. 

Not again. Not again. 

He was going to be taken back to that awful place.

He was going to be taken away from you.

“Oh! Wait up!” Tanjiro called out as he chased you down the hallway near the bathrooms. 

Your cheeks were still flushed scarlet despite holding a wet paper towel to them, your pulse thumping as you tried your best to fill your lungs. It was mortifying that you had been dry humped by your demon in front of the rest of the guests. But what was even worse is that you had loved it. The feeling of his body against yours, the heat, the frantic, animalistic need for each other. The sight of him with his leash and harness. It had felt so good. So wicked. So perfect.

None of it had been helped by the fact that you were cramping either. 

“Tanjiro, hey,” you greeted the young man, trying to sound as though your heart wasn’t still vibrating with the excitement and shame of arousal. “Everything okay?”

“Of course!” he said brightly. “But there is a small problem with one of the demons and someone said he was yours.”

Your stomach dropped. Had something happened to Douma while you were cooling off in the bathroom? Was he hurt? “Oh god–”

“Don’t worry! It’s nothing we can’t handle,” Tanjiro said, holding out his hands as if to soothe you. “You came here with a dream demon, right?”

“Enmu?” 

“That’s right! He’s uh… putting the guests to sleep and narrating their dreams. It’s kind of creeping people out.”

A burst of relieved laughter escaped you as you put your hand over your heart and felt your lungs fill once more. Douma was safe, and it was just a simple case of wrangling the stray demon you had illegally smuggled into a lapdancing bar. No biggie. 

“Where is he?” you asked. 

Tanjiro wasted no time leading you to the side room where Enmu was sprawled on his back across a large padded couch, surrounded by unconscious guests. 

The dream demon had a wide smile on his face as he released an almost orgasmic sigh. “What a feast. So many beautiful dreams. So many secrets and desires. Ahh… I could stay here forever.”

You couldn’t help but smile. His power was mostly harmless, if a little creepy. “Enmu, come on… you have to let these people wake up.”

He rolled the back of his head across the plush of the couch to face you. “Well that’s no fun.”

“Neither is sleeping through an entire party. Wake them up.”

He hummed thoughtfully and rolled his eyes. “Just a little longer, please. It’s been so long since I was surrounded by so many dreams.”

“Enmu…”

“Oh, fine. Awaken.”

The guests began to stir and Enmu climbed to his feet, walking toward you with a wide smile. The demon’s pale blue eyes shot to Tanjiro, then back to you. “I’m enjoying this party immensely.”

“Good. Just stay close, okay? And later on maybe I’ll let you listen to my dreams. Deal?”

Enmu’s smile turned to a sinister smirk. “The dreams of someone in love? Ahh… how wonderful. Agreed.”

Your face heated. “I’m not in love.”

“If you insist.” Enmu giggled quietly. “Very well then, mistress. I’ll stick by your side.”

Tanjiro got to work helping the groggy guests back to their feet and fetching them glasses of water as you and Enmu headed back out to the main lounge of the club. “I’m glad you’re having a good time, Enmu.”

The dream demon sighed longingly. “One of them was dreaming of beating his own father with a baseball bat. It was glorious. I wonder what you dream about… sharp fangs… golden hair and rainbow eyes?”

“Stop!” Your cheeks grew warm but you couldn’t help but laugh. In some strange way it was nice to know you were so obviously smitten. It was exciting, even if the feeling was forbidden. And as Enmu continued theorizing, it felt as if you finally had someone to confess it all to, even if you kept denying it. “Actually, no I’m not letting you listen to my dreams. You can have meat instead.”

“Ah… very well. You’d be surprised how many humans dream of their demons in that way. And vice versa of course. Such forbidden thoughts. Such deliciously taboo dreams.”

“They do?” 

“Oh, yes. Wicked dreams are my favorites.”

You entered the lounge together. A crowd had gathered around the stage, some people stood on it, others stood at floor level. The club’s owner and the green-haired security guard were there, though you could only see the guard from behind, crouched on the floor and visibly struggling with someone. 

“Has there been a fight?” you asked, but Enmu simply smiled. Something about the scene gave you a deeply uneasy feeling. You were already taking your first hurried steps, heart leaping into your throat as you spoke your fear aloud, “Where’s Douma?”

Kie Kamado called out your name, drawing your attention toward her. Your blood ran cold at the sight of her wounded wrist. “I tried to tell them it was an accident. I’m okay but someone called the police—”

“Douma!” 

Gods, no no no you’d failed him. You’d left him alone and he was in danger. 

You pushed through the crowd toward where the security guard was crouched, confirming your worst fears; Douma, pinned to the ground, his eye swollen and bruised, his cheeks streaked with tears. He didn’t speak, he didn’t have to– the look on his face was one of pure terror and helplessness. 

“Get off him!” you yelled.

“Get back!” the security guard bellowed back. “The cops are on their way.”

“He’s mine. He’s my pet, let me deal with him.” Your heart was pounding, your vision shaking with panic as you got to your knees, facing the security guard but positioning yourself above Douma. “Please don’t send him away.”

“He bit a woman!”

“It was an accident!” Kie called from behind you. “I keep telling you but no one will listen. I shocked my demon and Douma got caught in it. He lashed out because he was scared. It wasn’t even a bite!”

“No tolerance policy,” the guard said with a tone of finality. “He’s gone.”

Your heart and mind raced at a thousand miles per hour, panic consuming you along with the acknowledgement of the simple truth; you wouldn’t let them take him. They’d have to pry you apart. You didn’t even feel human anymore as you stared down the security guard, the urge to punch him right in his smug fucking face overwhelming you.

In that moment you felt as if you were the demon and Douma the helpless human. You were ready to go to war for him, blood boiling, jaw clenched, ready to defend him by any means.

“Gyutaro, get the hell off him,” the club’s owner snapped, shoving him on his wide shoulder. “God, you’re so stupid. Can’t you see everything’s fine? Just let him go back to his owner.”

“I’m stupid? You’re the one who let him in and he assaulted a customer. Ume, you really aren’t the sharpest tool in the box, are you?”

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”

“An idiot, that’s who!”

As they started to bicker, the security guard stood, allowing Douma to finally sit back up. He flung himself into your arms, knocking the air from your lungs as he burrowed his face in your neck.

“Don’t let them take me from you. Please,” he begged, the helplessness in his voice making your heart ache. 

“Never. Douma, they’d have to kill me first. I’m never letting you go.”

"Get him out of here," the security guard barked without taking his eyes off his sister. "You're both barred from ever coming back."

You found yourself so relieved you could cry.

Douma clung to you, the tension in his body melting a little more with every passing moment. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” The words flowed from your lips as easily as breath. You pulled back to look him in the eyes. The injury above his eyebrow was already healing. “You wanna go home?”

He nodded.

“Okay.” You kissed his forehead reassuringly. “Let’s go home.”

Douma’s heart was heavy. It was a sensation he was unaccustomed to, one which drowned out the throbbing pain above his eye where the security guard had punched him. Even the electric shock had paled in comparison to the ache in his chest. It hurt so much that even the feverish desire of his heat was all but gone.

And he wasn’t even sure what it was. His heart felt like lead.

You lay with him on the couch; you on your back, him on top of you, resting his head on your chest as you gently pet his hair. All he wanted was to be close to you, to listen to the steady thump of your heart and bask in the warmth and scent of your body. He’d begged you not to remove his harness, and you’d listened, of course you had. You seemed to understand how much it meant to him now, that he saw it as a comfort, a symbol of your bond, and not an oppression as you had initially feared. 

“I’m so sorry, Douma,” you said again, the leash still looped around your wrist. “I wanted this night to be perfect for you and it all got completely fucked up.”

“It wasn’t your fault, dove,” he reassured you. “You did something for me that no one has ever done. None of my previous owners have ever refused to let me be taken. None of them. Just you.”

The evening hadn’t ended on the worst note. Kie Kamado had been very kind to him, and even forced Muzan to apologize for his behavior. And Enmu was back home in his train shed with a large lamb shank to gnaw on. 

And yet…

“I’m so sorry I embarrassed you, mistress,” Douma said with a sigh. “I shouldn’t have danced with you that way. I…” he drew a breath. It was better to be honest. “I believe I’ve entered my heat. It’s never happened before.”

“Oh…” Your breath and your heartbeat quickened, he could hear them in your chest. “Well… that’s a good thing. It means you’re healthy, right?”

“I suppose it does.” He chuckled. Of course that would be your reaction; seeing it as a measure of his health and wellbeing instead of a primal desire to mate with you. You sweet thing. 

A heavy silence hung between you, broken only by the beating of your heart against his ear. “So,” you said at last. “Does that mean you want to find another demon? A mate?”

He could hear the trepidation in your voice, the nervous waver. He could sense your anxiety as you waited for his answer, but this time it wasn’t just a smell, it wasn’t just something he observed. No, this time he felt it. 

His heart beat faster. His skin prickled with nervous heat. 

His throat grew tight as he raised his head to gaze at you; his mistress, the only mate he wanted.

“No,” he said, that painful heaviness in his heart growing unbearable. “I’ll endure it.”

“Isn’t that painful?”

“It’s not as bad as they say,” he lied.

You looked back at him and nodded. “Okay, but if you change your mind—”

“I won’t.” He lowered his head once more to your chest. “I’m happy right now, just to be held by you. Tonight hurt.”

“I know,” you said softly, gently caressing his hair. "I'll hold you for as long as you like."

Later that night, when you could barely keep your eyes open, the pair of you went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash up before bed. He watched you in the mirror, his heart soothed simply by the sight of you cleaning your funny little teeth, scrubbing the makeup off your pretty little face. You were fascinating and comforting, exciting and safe, and he loved you. So, so much. 

When you were done cleaning up he took your hand in his and led you toward his room, “Please stay with me tonight, mistress. At least until I fall asleep.”

"Douma…"

"I don't want to be alone."

It was mostly true– he didn't– but if he was completely honest, it was because he didn't want to be without you. He simply didn’t want to be apart from you ever. You may not have physically been his mate, but in his heart you were already bound. And if that meant him spending the rest of his life hurting then so be it. Agony was a small price to pay for your company.

You paused at the threshold of his room, watching as he climbed onto the bed and moved aside some of his pillows to make space for you to join him. The leash stretched between you, still connecting your hand to his heart. 

“Douma, are you sure?”

He simply held out his arms toward you, inviting you into his embrace. And when you hesitated a moment longer, he tugged on the leash.

Your resolve crumbled so quickly, and with a resigned smile you climbed onto the bed and flopped down beside him, one arm immediately coming to rest across his shoulder so you could resume your never ending task of petting his hair. Douma’s arm nestled in the valley of your waist, his fingers stroking slow spirals around your lower back. 

Despite lying together on the couch all the time, somehow this was different. His heart squeezed at the sight of you lying with your head on his pillow. It felt more intimate, forbidden and wonderful.

“You’re so pretty,” he said.

Your shy little smile made his belly flutter. “So are you. But you knew that already.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “And I like being pretty for you. Your pretty pet.” 

‘You’re far more than just that.”

Oh, how he adored you. You brought up your other hand to his mouth, making his lips curve as he playfully nibbled your fingers, feeling his heart lighten with your playful laughter. You were never afraid of his fangs or claws and it warmed his heart to know that you trusted him, despite having every reason not to. You trusted your bad pet, you had done since the moment you met him. And he loved you so completely in return.

He bit you again, this time on the heel of your palm, his fangs pressing to that tender flesh without breaking the skin. Of course he wouldn't ever hurt you, but he still kissed the bite better when he released you, his lips grazing over your skin with adoration. 

Your breath snagged in your throat.

He knew the feeling. You had kissed his brow in the club, and that gentle, loving gesture had shone like a sunbeam through storm clouds. It made him happy to give you the same sweet affection, so he kissed your palm again, then your wrist, before he returned to biting, nibbling his way up your arm which always made you squirm so delightfully. 

“Douma!” You squealed his name as he slung his thigh over your hips, playfully holding you down as his teeth grazed your shoulder, then your collar, before finally reaching your throat. 

Laughter gave way to sighs, and smiles faded as he bit and kissed your neck, his tongue tracing the little indents his teeth left behind. “Oh little rabbit,” he whispered against your skin. “How I adore you.”

"If I'm a rabbit, what does that make you? A fox?"

He raised his head, his eyes meeting yours. "Your carrot. Chew me up."

Oh the snort of laughter which burst from you was beautiful. He could spend the rest of his life like that with you.

"You want me to bite you?" You laughed.

"Yes!" He did. Desperately so.

And then you raised your head and rolled over, burying your sweet little face against the tender skin of his neck, and biting down as he had with you.

"Ohh‐hahh~" He couldn't contain the broken whimper which emerged from him. Darts of pleasure shot through his body straight to his cock which was already beginning to tent his hakama pants. "My, little bunny, what sharp teeth you have."

"All the better to eat you with, my pet."

Gods… Was it happening? After weeks of wishing and needing, were you finally succumbing to desire? He was practically giddy with the idea, his heart pounding like a drum as you kissed the bite on his neck.

"Mistress?"

"Hm?"

"Am I good?" His heart fluttered as he waited for your response. He knew the answer, he just adored hearing it from you. 

"Yes." Your teeth grazed his throat once more, making him throb with need. "You're so good."

"I'm a good boy for you?"

Your smirk tickled the skin of his neck. "You're my good boy."

“Oh…” 

You raised your head at the sound of his pleasure, your eyes scrutinizing his face, your worry returning to your face. And then he smelled it; a flood of desire coursing through you. You were turned on, and of course you were overthinking it.

“Don’t stop,” he begged. “Please. Please, mistress.”

Drawing in a slow breath your face was a picture of concern. “Douma… I don’t want to take advantage of you. I swore to you I would never be like those other owners.”

“You’re not, dove. You never have been.” Gods, his heart beat only for you, sweet anxious thing. But he needed to reassure you. This is what he wanted. You. This. Always. "You have always given me agency and… and choices. And with my agency, I'm choosing to do this."

It was hardly an effort at all to maneuver you on top of him, your thighs straddling his hips as the fabric of your dress rode up deliciously. He put the loop of his leash in your hand and lay back to admire you; a queen on her throne.

Exactly where you were meant to be. 

“Shall I beg, mistress?” he said, gazing up at you. “Do you want me to beg you to own me completely?”

It was wrong. So wrong. And yet… your resolve was slipping. The hard press of his cock against your backside was unmistakable. As was your urge to ride it. 

“You know, you never asked me what Enmu and I discussed the first time we talked.”

He was right. You hadn’t even thought to ask what the two demons had discussed as they sat atop the old abandoned train. 

Every breath drawn took a monumental effort as he gazed up at you, so beautiful it made your body ache. “Of course. I didn’t want to intrude.”

Douma’s smile radiated adoration as he curled the leash around his fingers. “We discussed you and the life of a pet. Enmu told me ways I could escape you, that I could possibly pass as human given that I have no horns or facial markings. Just a hat to cover my hair would suffice. And I could escape.”

A sickly feeling gathered in your stomach. 

“He was right. But I didn’t want to. I never have. I want to be with you. Always. Every day. For all my days. I want to be with you and… I want you to be my mate.”

You swallowed hard. “Humans and demons can’t mate.”

“So they say,” he said, his eyes taking on a mischievous and hopeful glint. “We could prove them wrong?”

Your mind whirred. “We could never have babies, our bodies aren’t compatible like that.”

“And does that feel like something you’d be deprived of?”

You thought about it for a moment and shook your head. “No.”

He took your hand in his, pulling you forward ever so slightly to place it on the supple mound of his chest. Your face was just inches from his as his rainbow-hued eyes stared at you with hope and desire. The warmth of his breath fanning over your lips, the comforting scent of him, the hard press of his firm body between your thighs.

"Make me yours," he whispered. "Please."

"Douma, I don't think–"

"Hush hush, mistress. Don't think, feel." He raised his head an inch, so all that remained between your lips were shivering breaths. When you still made no move to close the gap, Douma pressed on, nudging his nose against yours, a barely audible “please” escaping him.

Your body was alight with desire, the tension between you the most delicious torture you had ever known. And when you caved, when your lips finally ghosted over his like gossamer floating on a breeze, he let out the softest, most helpless whimper that made your toes curl. 

Douma’s lips were warm and plush, and so very eager to please you. His kisses were an act of worship, pulling back after each one to check your expression, to ensure he was doing well for you. And he was. Every kiss deepened your desire and sent tingles straight to your core.

Winding the leash around your hand, you let your desire grow, kisses deepening, your tongue teasing his and exploring the sharp points of his fangs as he moaned beneath you. Your hands tugged at the tight fabric of his shirt, pulling it out from beneath his waistband to expose his abdomen. The heat radiating from his body was dizzying, the sensation of his muscles twitching beneath you addictive. 

The confines of your party dress became unbearable. You wanted to feel the warmth of his body against yours. You broke away from the kiss to sit upright, much to Douma’s distress. 

“Mistress please,” he begged, “I don’t want it to end.”

“Will you help me with my zipper?” you asked. 

The demon’s face was a picture of relief as he sat upright with you, reaching sound your back to carefully slide down the zipper. When you tugged the dress up over your head and removed your bra, he released a shaking breath, his smile growing.

“What a beautiful mistress I have,” he said reverently. “May I take my clothes off too?”

“Yes but… leave the harness.” 

He did exactly as you wished, unclipping the harness first to allow him to remove his shirt, then putting the leather straps back in place. 

And gods, the sight of him then; so full and soft, his nipples already puckered and flushed a rosy shade from a combination of his heat and your kisses. His chest had always enticed you, but now you were given free rein to satiate your hunger and desire. And it filled you with pride to know that it was your love and care that had helped make him so strong and beautiful. 

He lifted his hips to slide off his hakama pants, taking his underwear off with them and freeing his cock. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, given that he was tall and well-built everywhere else, but the size of it certainly gave you pause. It curved up toward his belly, a darker shade than the rest of him, so engorged with desire he was already leaking clear beads of pre-cum.

He was beautiful. And he was yours. 

“Lie back,” you told him. “If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable please tell me.”

“I will. But I won’t need to. I’m yours, mistress.”

“Yes, you are, aren’t you,” you said, straddling his hips once more and taking hold of his leash. “My beautiful pet. My good boy…”

He released a longing sigh at those words. All he wanted was to be adored by you, to be praised. 

“Put your hands behind your head for me,” you instructed.

He did as you asked, his strong biceps framing his pretty face so perfectly as you leaned forward and licked the swollen bud of his nipple, earning you a moan from him. And gods, the way the leather harness squeezed the plush muscle and fat of his chest. Douma was exquisite, beautiful beyond measure, and so responsive to your touch. 

“Does that feel good?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he sucked in a heavy, stuttering breath. “I think… my heat is making them extra sensitive.”

Your lips curled. “Is that so?” 

He groaned loudly as you began to lap at his nipples, teasing them with the tip of your tongue and watching him squirm, his breaths turning to pants as his hips thrust involuntarily beneath you. There wasn’t an inch of him you didn’t want to pleasure, to adore. 

And there wasn’t an inch of you he didn’t worship; you could see that in his eyes, and from the way he softly whined “Ohh mistress, my mistress, thank you, thank you,” as you sucked and squeezed his tits. 

Your inhibitions forgotten, you sucked a dark hickey beneath his left nipple, pussy throbbing as he gasped squirmed beneath you.

“Bite…” he begged. “Bite me. Please.”

Your panties were soaked as you fulfilled his wishes, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh, relishing his wanton moans of pleasure and his pleas for more. 

“Harder. Harder. Mark me. Make me yours.”

So you bit him, you marked him. Licking, sucking, biting, teasing. His chest was flushed and covered in hickies and the indents of your teeth, his cock leaking rivers of precum as his gasps broke with hiccups of delirious laughter.

His nipples were puffy and glistening with your saliva, his areola puckered and swollen from your ministrations.

“I’m yours,” he whispered. “Oh I need… Gods I need… to be… inside.”

“You want me to fuck you?” you asked, soothing his bites with gentle feathery kisses.

“Desperately.”

You needed him too. You ached for him, needing nothing more than to ride his cock, to reward him for being your good pet. 

Standing from the bed, you eased down your panties, your heart dropping at the sight of blood. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Hm?” Douma lifted his head, his pupils dilating at the sight, just as they had the first time he smelled fresh, bloody liver. “Oh… mistress…”

“I’m sorry,” you grumbled, pulling up your underwear. “I knew it was due, but talk about bad timing.”

Elegant fingers and sharp lavender talons wrapped around your wrist, halting your movement. “Mistress…” He laughed softly. “Don’t stop on my account.”

You stared at him and he stared back.

“You want…?”

“I want,” he said. “Very much.”

He sat up and climbed off the bed, dropping to his knees before you and easing down your underwear. Gods, his eyes were flooded with hunger, his pupils blown out and abyssal black as he leaned closer, inhaling your scent; arousal and blood.

Some small part of you protested, but the thought that what you were about to do was dirty and forbidden was quickly drowned out by the roar of your arousal. He wanted it, and you wanted it too. 

“Mistress, you are divine. Sacred. Allow me to worship you as you were born to be worshiped.”

You placed your hand on the red mark on his crown, carding your fingers through his hair and tilting your hips toward him. “Do it.”

A shiver ran through your body at the tickle of his tongue lapping at your inner thighs. He groaned contentedly, the same way he did when you fed him, only this time the sound was even more primal. Your sweet, adoring demon feasted on you, that deep, rumbling purr sounding in his chest as he lapped at your essence. And he looked so pretty, feeding from you; his face a picture of serenity, eyes closed in bliss. 

The slippery heat of his tongue sliding through your pussy lips almost made your legs buckle. You leaned forward, bracing your arms and one knee on the edge of the bed so he had to bend backward, his hands coming up to grip your hips, claws pricking your flesh as he devoured your cunt. 

His hungry tongue licked your clit, driving you higher and higher toward ecstasy as you ground your pussy against his mouth, spurred on by his moans. You were no longer human and he a demon, you were both simply animals chasing pleasure, primal desire overtaking inhibition and drowning out reason. All that mattered was he was yours and you were his. 

The obscene slick, wet sounds of his mouth on your pussy filled the room, accompanied by your broken cries as you threw your head back in bliss, arms trembling as he sucked your clit, the tip of his tongue lapping voraciously until you fell apart, your orgasm shaking you to your core as your hips involuntarily pistoned against his face, riding him through your climax. 

“Mmmhh…” Douma’s muffled cry vibrated against you as his body trembled in response to yours, his claws drawing pinpricks of blood on your hips. 

And when you finally came down to earth, you drew back to look at him, any traces of worry dissipating at the sight of his blissful expression, lips glossy with your slick essence and reddened by your blood.

“Thank you, mistress,” he whispered, his tongue tracing the plump cushion of his lips. “That was perfect.”

His cock was still hard but glazed with cum. It dribbled down his length and his muscular abdomen in almost iridescent rivers. 

“You came?” you asked, as if it wasn't obvious.

He nodded and laughed, his face a picture of bliss. “This is the best night of my life.”

You dropped down to straddle him once more, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him tight. “I love you,” you whispered, overcome with affection for him. His still-hard cock twitched against your pussy. 

“Do you want more?” you asked.

“I never want to stop. I want this forever.” 

“So do I,” you said. And you meant it.

It took so little for him to sink inside you, your tight, wet heat sending shivers through his spine as you claimed him. Your bodies fit together so perfectly, no space even for air to flow between you. Just skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart, your lips on his, your hand around his leash.

Gods, you were beautiful; his mistress, his owner, his mate.

“You marked me… so beautifully,” he gasped as you started to ride his cock, your eyes squeezing shut as you grew accustomed to his size. 

He would bear those marks proudly for the rest of his life. His soul was bound to you, and he would live every day at your side, not in your shadow, but in your glow. 

How he loved you. His mistress who had always cared so deeply for him, who treated him as a man when the world insisted he was a monster, who would stand and fight to protect him. He was yours, your pet, your lover, your Douma. Yours forever. 

And gods, you had the most divine little pussy he had ever felt. 

So hot and wet, made even more so by your blood and his saliva. All his other owners had made him fuck them, wanting it hard and fast, begging him to use his strength and size to dominate them. But not you. No, you claimed him so gently he simply slipped into submission, safe and comforted by your dominion. 

You would protect him and care for him forever, he knew that with certainty.

“My mate,” he whimpered, burying his face in the junction between your neck and your shoulder.

Your pussy squeezed his cock at the sound of that and it filled him with joy to know that it pleased you. The feeling was so wonderful it brought tears to his eyes. 

He was no longer an empty void unable to feel. No, you had coaxed everything out of him, you had filled him up. And he was safe, so safe to exude it all. 

“I love you,” he whispered as you rocked atop him, milking his cock of his seed. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, bowing your head to bite his neck and tugging on the straps of his harness, sending him over the edge once more. 

His cum filled you and your walls pulsed to the same rhythm, both of you reaching your peaks in sync, your bodies and souls so deeply connected it brought him to tears and laughter.

And of course you worried. He didn’t mean to scare you but it did. You held his face so gently between your hands and looked at him with concern. “Douma? What’s wrong?”

“Not a thing, little dove,” he sighed, gently tugging the leash between you. “Not a thing. In fact, for the first time in my life, I can confidently say that I feel happy. I feel… so very full.”

A little later, when his limbs had stopped trembling and he could lift you onto the bed to lay beside him, he watched you fall asleep, completely fucked out and satisfied. He curled up against you, smiling as you wrapped your arms around him unconsciously. 

His lovely little mate. His life. His heart. His soul.

Epilogue- Six Months Later. 

It was a pretty night, the park lit with fairy lights and filled with the sounds of chattering demons and their owners. You coiled Douma’s leash around your hand, but he wasn’t on the other end of it. 

His confidence had grown a little, and though behind closed doors you were very much joined at the hip– among other body parts– he’d begun socializing with other demons more often. And he felt so much; after so long believing himself to be an empty shell, he was practically overflowing.

“He’s doing very well,” Kie Kamado said as the pair of you watched Douma and Muzan’s stilted interactions. “Unless you know, you would never have thought he came from a kill shelter. He’s a picture of health and happiness.”

“Thank you,” you said, your heart filled with pride.

No one knew you were his mate. No one could know. Even as you stood there, all polite smiles and small talk, your pussy was filled with his seed, and his body was littered with your marks. The secrecy of it all thrilled both of you. In fact, you had no doubts that the moment you stepped through the door he would want to engage in the biting game until biting turned to kissing and then to fucking. It always did.

“Oh no,” Kie sighed, pulling you from your thoughts. 

Immediately your eyes were drawn to Douma, who was laughing as Muzan snarled at him. “Well… they lasted eight minutes,” you sighed, already making your way toward the arguing demons. 

“Definitely an improvement,” Kie said, stepping in to distract Muzan.

Wrapping your arms around Douma’s waist, you pulled him back with you. “Come on, no fighting today.”

He laughed as you dragged him away. “Ah-ha! Mistress, there you are. You came to my rescue?”

“Always.” You chuckled, releasing him from your hold. 

He smiled and clipped your leash onto his harness. He always did whenever something had rattled him, even just a little. You were such a comfort to him. 

Together, you made your way behind a little utility shed, your lips crashing together the moment you found seclusion, your hunger for each other never ending.

“Take me home?” he whispered. “I need you.”

“I need you too. But we have to stay just a little longer. We only got here ten minutes ago.”

He pouted, “I suppose. But all of these demons are so cold to me. Especially Muzan. And the little butterfly demon.”

You reached up and brushed his golden hair out of his eyes. “Just a little longer, love. I’ll buy you boba on our way home.”

With a heavy sigh he relented. “Okay. But I get to feast on you when we get back.”

Your cheeks grew warm. He always knew when you were menstruating, and he was always insatiable during those days. “Deal.”

“Deal,” he grinned, pouncing on you and burying his face against your neck. “My little jelly donut.”

“You did not!” You squealed in playful horror, trying to keep it down as he nibbled your neck. “Douma! That’s terrible.”

He laughed, squeezing you tight. “Fine, fine. My mistress. My beloved. My mate.”

“Better.”

“And what am I to you? Say it,” he said, needy as ever.

“My good boy,” you whispered, making goosebumps prickle along his arms. “My good pet.”

He ran kisses along the column of your neck, his teeth grazing your flesh and making you shiver. And despite your best intentions, it would be a while before you came out from behind the utility shed and rejoined the meeting. It always was. 

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Hello there, can I please request headcanons for Akaza, Douma and Kokushibou with the reader (also upper moon) who is quiet, always wearing a mask and often follows them around like a bodyguard? :D

(I‘m sorry if this is kinda weird I just really liked the idea and thought it would be cute :>)

They’re cute together, aren’t they?

I love them so much

character(s) : kokushibo, doma, akaza

reader : gender neutral

genre : fluff

cw : none

kokushibo ;

not rlly bothered by you following him around and such

nor is he bothered that you’re quiet , in fact , he prefers you being quiet than talking tbh

wonders why you wear a mask all the time , but he won’t pry

low-key has a soft spot for you , but wouldn’t admit it out loud for various reasons

likes you because one time doma was annoying him , and you just stepped in front of him , hand out in a stop motion

whenever he’s out and about , you’re always on the look out for danger or humans getting in the way

doma ;

enjoys your company

due to the fact that the other upper moons find him annoying , he usually talks to you even if you don’t say much

has asked you a few times why you wear a mask , only to not get a response

somewhat sees you as a child , with the way you follow him around and all

if you decide to follow him when he’s with his cult , he doesn’t mind tbh

as long as when questioned you don’t say anything , he’s fine with it

invites you to join him with his feasts , even if you decline , he won’t mind as long as you stay near him

one time he was eating some of the people in his cult , only for someone to barge in without knocking , you killed them on sight without hesitatoion

doma thanked you for that

akaza ;

when you started following him around he was low-key annoyed

would always ask you to stop following him , only for you to ignore him

he didn’t like being ignored

and so , you guys fought

it was a draw , surprisingly

akaza now lets you follow him around , because you’re strong and he likes strong people / demons

at first he thought you were some weakling , only for him to be completely wrong

he likes you even more if you attack doma when he pisses him off

doesn’t bother asking you about the mask , it’s your business

authors note ;

apologies if any of these characters seem ooc , still practicing my writing skills

likes + reblogs are extremely appreciated !!

feel free to give me constructive criticism too if you wish , it will help me improve my writing skills 💞

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Being Douma's Pretty New Maid

Pairing: Douma x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, handjob, marks, worship, degradation, rough sex

A/N: He is a cult leader and has a creepy side to him so this fits.

Being Douma's new personal maid seemed like the highest honor a woman could hope for. Seeing him naked and with his hard cock in his hand was a little more then you hoped for on your first day on the job, "What are you looking at? Never seen a man's dick before? Get in here and close the door behind you, unless you want to give everyone a show?" He smiled, his fangs exposed in the candle light.

"Lord Douma, I'm only here to check up on... you." Your eyes kept glancing down at his cock, your body reacting to him despite your duties.

"You do what I tell you to do." His smile softened, hand beckoning you closer, you following in an obedient trance. Once you were within arms reach he pulled you down on the floor, tearing your clothes to shreds in a blur, "What a pretty body. You'll do nicely for what I need."

As he stripped his clothes away you realized what it was that he wanted from you, "But my Lord, I'm... just a maid. I'm not worthy of being your- mn!" His hand shot out to clamp around your mouth, his claws leaving marks on your cheeks.

"I said, you do what I tell you to. If I tell you to open your legs and be my whore you do it, no questions asked." His cock pushes through your folds, the bulbous head rubbing against your clit, "From this day on, until you break, when you're not doing your other duties you will be my obedient cumdump. A pretty, little set of holes for my cock, taking it morning, noon and night."

"B-But... what if- I get-" You feel Douma's cock pushing inside, stretching your walls on his girth, rough right of the bat, his hands cupping your ass to angle your hips slightly upwards.

He chuckled, "You think I'd have offspring with a whore like you? Maybe after I make you into a good woman. For now, trust me when I say you don't need to worry about such things. You trust your Lord do you not?"

"Y-Yes."

"Good girl, my sweet, obedient girl. You're in my hands now. Let me embrace you fully." His arms wrapped around your back, lifting your body against his, your heart beating out of your chest, "That heart beat is... tantalizing. Are you afraid, or perhaps excited by this?" His hand pulled your hair, exposing your neck, making your body react, pussy clamping down on his cock, "I suppose that's one way to reply to me. I like it. Reply like that more often, and only when you're spoken to."

Douma's keept you on his cock all night, not letting you get a wink of rest, not letting your pussy get any rest from the sheer pounding of his cock or his cum.

So I saw your post abt a gn reader thats an uppermoon thats shy and follows Kokushibo, Akaza, & Douma (separately) I believe. Would you mind to do a very talkative reader that follows them around(uppermoon) because they have monophobia/autophobia?

character(s) — kokushibo, akaza, doma

fandom — demon slayer

reader — gn

cw — reader has anxiety, brief mentions of childhood trauma

KOKUSHIBO — UPPER MOON 1

he wouldn’t mind, he’s pretty chill with it

when you start talking to him he usually just nods his head now and again, to show you that he’s listening

if any of the other upper moons complain about your behaviour towards him he won’t hesitate to put them in their place

he always alllows you to join him wherever he is (unless if he’s in an upper moon meeting) but dw he’ll be back asap

if you’re like this because of childhood trauma he tells you you can tell him about it if you’re comfortable with doing so, if not he’s ok with that too

DOMA — UPPER MOON 2

rlly enjoys your company (mainly cause no one else is really fond of his company and he low key feels lonely sometimes)

your talkative behaviour is appreciated also, since he likes hearing you talk about whatever comes to mind

whenever he has to be with his cult he’ll insist that you sit next to him, no questions asked

likes that you follow him around like a lost puppy, it makes his god complex sky rocket, but he also likes that he’s never alone

AKAZA — UPPER MOON 3

acts like it bothers him but dw cause it doesn’t

he’s like touch starved and has felt lonely for a long time, so he actually appreciates you in his shadow

whenever you start talking, he seems like he isn’t listening but he is, he’s just focusing on multiple things at once and he’s also not the best with talking in general

if you’re ever anxious when he goes somewhere for a bit (like an upper moon meeting), he’ll try his best to comfort you, albeit a bit rusty

men who eat you out like no tomorrow

mdni!

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

men who insist that you sit on their face. wait, you’re worried he’ll ‘suffocate’ and that you’re ’too heavy’? nope, he’s not hearing it.

sit on his face already and let him enjoy the warmth of your hole whilst you ride his face to oblivion

men who groan whilst you ride their face, large calloused fingers digging into your thighs and leaving marks in their wake

you’re starting to think that maybe, just maybe he enjoys this more than you do

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

╰┈➤ miguel o’hara, gojo satoro, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, choso kamo, kaeya, zhongli, childe, thoma, wriothesley, nuevillette, alhaitham, kaveh, doma, uzui tengen, eren jeager, armin arlert, reiner braun + your favs <3

HUMOUR ME

╰┈➤ a/n; this was a request from someone and I sadly can’t tag them, tumblr’s a bitch

╰┈➤ cw/tw; mentions of dead bodies

doesn’t seem interested in you at first

at first he saw you as a stubborn demon who was just in his way 24/7 and followed him around just to annoy him

but then when he saw you laugh for the first time, for the first time in hundreds of years, he got literal chills

he is now low-key intrigued by your presence

but he won’t mention it or even acknowledge your existence at times, which can be disheartening

he doesn’t talk back much, usually just grunts in response if you ever ask him questions or are trying to converse with him

he finds your humour fascinating to say the least

the fact you even have a sense of humour is somewhat unheard of with demons, since most of them just wanna eat/kill people and can’t be arsed

he respects you but he’s confused by you at the same time

doma loves you

like you two have so much fun together

he loves showing you his cult

and showing you the bodies of women he has hidden

the fact that you’re talkative makes him love you even more

he loves talkative people

doesn’t help that barely any of the other upper moons talk to him :(

so the fact that you talk to him pretty much 24/7 makes him delighted

when you laugh, his entire body pretty much goes into flight or fight mode

it annoys him to no end

especially since you’re underneath him rank wise

it’s like he hates you but loves you

but not really since he can’t even feel emotions in the first place and just fakes his emotions so-

you remind him way too much of doma

he detests you so much

the fact that you’re on friendly terms with doma makes him despise you 100000x more

so with you following him around he sometimes just wants to smack you or kill you on the spot

but he knows muzan don’t like that and he’ll probably be tortured if he lays a finger on you

so he just sucks it up and doesn’t bother responding when you talk to him

it’s as if you’re invisible

hates how your laugh gets him worked up too

like why is your laugh so haunting?

overall, doesn’t like you but kind of respects your strength

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Hi, again :"D I know I bother you a lot but could I send one more ask... You recently did "Hashira reacting to your affection" and I absolutely loved it and was curious, could you do a "Muzan/UpperMoons reacting to your affection"? Okay, I'll stop bugging you now. (One more thing, please continue writing. I love your posts and look forward to every single one :D)

Upper moons + Muzan’s reaction to your affections

How will your demon s/o reaction to your affections?

Pairing: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza x fem!reader

Typs of affection include: Kisses, hugs and cuddles, affectionate nibbling/biting, compliments

(Mentioning of Douma wanting to crawl into your body for warmth)

Muzan Kibutsuji

Kisses: 8/10

Muzan doesn’t like initiating the kiss. He fears it may make him look desperate and needy for your affection. He certainly does not need your kisses! He’s the demon king after all. But your lips are just addicting to him. The taste, the warmth, the moisture, the smell even. Muzan just can’t help but be pouty and pissy when you don’t kiss him for an extensive amount of time, but will refuse to come to you first.

Kisses onto his lips are his most preferred ones since they take time and are the most romantic. When you lean in, Muzan would pull you closer with a small, sly smirk, while holding you by your chin. He would hum approvingly before letting you pull away.

Cheek kisses are the most convenient to him, but he doesn’t always react to your kiss. He might be busy with his research or experimenting, meaning Muzan isn’t really available for a regular kiss. That’s the only time he’ll accept a cheek kiss instead of a regular kiss.

Muzan dislikes forehead kisses, both giving and receiving. In his mind, those are reserved for children and elders.

Sneaking up on this man is impossible, meaning you cannot surprise him with neck kisses. He does not like receiving them. Muzan will allow you a single kiss on his neck before he’ll scowl and glare at you, intimidating you into stopping your antics this instant. But on the other end, he absolutely loves burying his face in your neck and grazing his teeth against your skin, placing a kiss here and there. He loves to gently bite down onto your skin, just until it draws blood, and then lick it away. Again, you’re an uttermost delicacy.

“Stop hiding, I know you’re there. Simply come up to me and give me a proper kiss. No need for those theatrics.”

Hugs and cuddles: 7/10

Muzan is giving up his precious time, the time he could be spending somewhere more important like planning Ubuyashiki’s downfall, or holding an Upper Moon meeting, to hold you in bed while you sleep. Feeling your body rest against his makes him feel peaceful, as if his busy mind(s) can finally relax and slip into a meditative state. The closest he can get to sleep.

He’d run his fingers through your hair and wonder to himself: how did he manage to grow so soft for you? He feels utterly smitten and pathetic.

Muzan is not very fond of hugs though. He feels a little awkward for some reason. He associates hugs with his other human wives, the ones he does not care for and the ones he uses for his own benefit. They are nowhere near you. Hugs are a tool to come closer to those women, so Muzan doesn’t want to look at you as a tool for his own needs. You are his lover, his partner.

When you initiate the hug, he doesn’t mind as much. Muzan would pat your back and then quickly let go again. Although, he likes hugging you in bed, holding you for hours on end.

“The Upper Moons will wait. I wish to hold you for longer, you still seem tired.”

Affectionate nibbling/biting: 5/10

Muzan will tolerate your biting and nibbling at best, but will command you to stop at worst. You could break your delicate teeth by his thick skin if you’re not careful. He’ll sometimes to bury his face into your neck and nibble against your skin, as if teasing himself with your alluring taste. If Muzan bites down too hard, he could make you bleed or even kill you. Yet, the thought of tasting your blood on his tongue is very entertaining to him. But he will restrain himself. Muzan does not want to harm you in any way, after all.

“I will leave my mark on your collarbone. Do not cover it up.”

Compliments: 7/10

Words are meaningless to him, yet Muzan values your opinion and thoughts the most. He prides himself by your praises and compliments. Muzan smirks when you compliment his appearance or fashion sense. Those are some things he values the most about himself and he is glad that you acknowledged it. He might thank you with a silent nod or a smirk.

He also likes watching your reactions to his praises, how your face flushes a little and your lips tilt upwards slightly. Muzan knows how to tell a person all the things they want to hear in order to manipulate them, but he just compliments you in order to fluster you and maybe earn a kiss from you.

“Thank you, my sunlight. Your beauty never fails to enchant me. It’s almost dangerous, don’t you think?”

Kokushibo

Kisses: 7/10

Everytime Kokushibo kisses you, he stops and just states at you for a moment to take in the feeling that is rising in his stomach. Kissing you strangely feels nostalgic of something he cannot quite put his finger on. Due to him wanting to become the strongest swordsman, he denies himself affection subconsciously, so he rarely initiates kissing. That doesn’t mean that Kokushibo doesn’t want affection or doesn’t like it, he just believes he doesn’t deserve it. Therefore, you have to show him that he does deserve your kisses.

Regular kisses feel very intimate to him and are by far Kokushibo’s favourite. He likes it when you take him by the chin and press your lips against his. His face would instantly relax and all six of his eyes would close for just a moment, savouring your taste and warmth.

Cheek kisses are a little more complicated given that he doesn’t really have any cheeks. So either you’d have to place a kiss on the eyelid of his closed lower eyes, or kiss him on his jaw. Kissing him on his eye will earn you a weird look from his lower two eyes. Kissing his jaw will make Kokushibo smirk ever so slightly.

Forehead kisses are just as complicated as cheek kisses, since his forehead is occupied by his upper eyes. Kissing his eyelids again will resolve in Kokushibo staring at you in confusion and offer you a regular kiss instead.

He will not react when you kiss his neck. The only reaction you will get is the tensing of his neck muscles and a quiet glare. In the meantime, Kokushibo prides himself in making you squirm and gasp, meaning he will learn everything about your body just to tease specific reactions out, and that includes the sensitivity of your neck. He’d silently bury his face into your neck after a particularly long training session or a stressful meeting, and just savour the taste of your skin.

“Affection is a distraction, but I will tolerate it. I do not seem to mind yours.”

Hugs and cuddles: 9/10

If Kokushibo is giving up his time to cuddle with you, this demon is utterly smitten for you. He will hold you close near his body, his hand running up and down your delicate body and smooth skin. His lower and upper eyes are closed, demonstrating how much he truly trusts you by lowering his guard severely. Kokushibo sometimes rests his head on your chest and stomach and will silently ask you to run your fingers through his thick, long hair. He doesn’t like to admit it, but Kokushibo purrs. His chest will rumble and vibrate against you when he’s especially content with your cuddling.

Kokushibo cherishes your hugs greatly. Again, he will not ask for them or initiate them and will instead wait until you embrace him first. Once you do, he will not let go until he savoured your presence for long enough. He is too proud to admit that he craves your presence though.

“I do not need comfort. I am beyond such things… Let go? I will not.”

Affectionate biting/nibbling: 4/10

Kokushibo will not react when you bite down onto his lip, hand or wherever else. He will not entertain your antics either and won’t offer you any body parts (he did think about offering you his fleshy katana as some sort of chewing toy).

On the other side, Kokushibo sometimes entertains the thought of biting down onto your skin. He is a demon after all, although he has enough self restrain to not do it. Instead, he’ll leave hickeys on your neck and collarbone.

“Enough. Do not test me. Do you not realise the risk of provoking me?”

Compliments: 10/10

Kokushibo prides himself by listening to your praise and values them by far the most. He values your compliments about his strength and physique in particular, those are the ones that remind him how far he has gone and how strong he truly is. He will dismiss your words but is cherishing them deep down. If he notices that your praises are wavering and lessening, Kokushibo will start feeling jealousy. Why are you not admiring anymore? Is his power faltering? Is there someone else you admire more than him? He should’ve known better than to fall for your alluring words.

But once you offer another praise for him, his insecure thoughts quieten down again for a while.

“Do not waste your breath on flattery… Although I will continue to allow it.”

Douma

Kisses: 9/10

Your kiss is one of the most favourite things in the whole world to him (besides eating humans). Your kisses are like energy to him, and Douma’ll become sluggish and pouty when you don’t give him his daily required amount of smooches. He loves it when you cup his cheeks with both of your hands and pull him onto your lips. Douma will say “Mwah” and do over-exaggerated kissing noises, kissing your lips and the area around them over and over. Also, he doesn’t care if other people are present and watching. They are below him anyway, so why should they care? So what if Douma loves his woman very much? If he wants to, he’d make out with you all day!!

Regular kisses taste well, so he prefers them! Douma will never get tired of the taste of your lips and will try to turn the innocent kiss into a make-out session get more of you.

Cheek kisses feel innocent and charming. They make him grin and want to pull you back to him for more. Also, those are more acceptable to do around the followers. When you kiss Douma normally and pull him a little closer, some will side-eye you and maybe whisper amongst themselves. Especially the elders, they’re the most judgemental for some reason. But they don’t seem to mind the cheek kisses.

Forehead kisses feel oddly motherly for Douma, therefore he doesn’t really like them. He likes being pampered and coddled, but not… in that way. When you kiss him like that, his eyes look empty for just a split second while his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. But once you look at him, his expression looks cheerful again.

Once you start kissing his neck though, it’s game on for him. Douma would trap you either against a wall or in his arm and begin his attack on your poor neck: kisses, bites, hickeys, everything. He is a sadist at heart and gets enjoyment out of your squeals and attempts to escape his sweet assault.

“Do not pay attention to them, I want my darling to appreciate me as much as I appreciate her! Go on now, you haven’t finished loving me properly.”

Hugs and cuddles: 10/10

Douma loves your cuddles, especially when YOU initiate them! It makes him incredibly happy when you come to him and sit down onto his lap and cuddle him. He won’t be able to stop grinning and will bury his face in either your cleavage or find his place between your legs when you not sit ok his lap. Douma absolutely loves skin-to-skin contact, even though you might squirm away at first because of his cold skin suddenly touching you. He will blow raspberries into your cleavage and into your neck, and then nibble around until either a hickey develops or you start bleeding. Douma is incredibly greedy when it comes to your cuddles. He sometimes doesn’t even want you to touch any other cultist, not even offering them a hand. Your skin contact is only reserved for him.

Hugs are similar. Douma adores getting your hugs. They feel so warm and welcoming, he wished he could just melt right against you. Maybe even into you. Oh to crawl under your skin and just bask in the warmth of your organs, feeling them squirm around. You probably smell absolutely divine.

That fantasy, to open your stomach up and huddle up inside you, is how he imagines Eternal Paradise. Your warmth surrounding him everywhere, as you’re hugging and holding him from all sides. Sadly, you’re a human, and he wants to keep you around until you grow old and perish. Maybe you want to become a demon so you could live longer? Oh how fun that would be! If you want, he’d even let you crawl inside of him!

“Oh you’re just the sweetest, aren’t you? If you hold me like this, I might just eat you up!… What? No, I was kidding! Why are you looking at me like that?”

Affectionate nibbling/biting: 8/10

Douma would do it himself. Sometimes, he would just take your hand and nibble on your finger, then move on with his day. If you do it, he’ll do it back to you. Everytime you bite him or nibble onto his skin, Douma watches you with big eyes, as if analysing and learning from you. He might pout if you don’t bite down hard enough. Douma can barely even feel you through his thick skin! He’d nuzzle into your neck while you’re biting him. He might even pull on your skin a little.

“You taste diviiiiiine!~ Would you let me bite just a little harder? Your blood goes perfectly with the taste of your skin!”

Compliments: 5/10

Douma has been praised and drowned in compliments all his life. He values your words over the ones of his followers any day and will take your praises to heartHe will smile at your words and thank you, but his cheery smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Aren’t you the sweetest, dear lotus~”

Akaza

Kisses: 7/10

He can’t quite handle kisses yet. They make Akaza stiffen up and blush brightly every time you surprise him with them. He’s not used to your love and affection yet, so will try to copy your gestures and kiss you as well. Akaza tries to give you as much affection as you give to him, but sometimes forgets to do it. Your kiss reminds him to give you your deserved affection.

Regular kisses make him jerk a little when you do them randomly. But he’ll relax fairly quickly and melt against your lips. His hands would subconsciously wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against him. Akaza craves your kiss and he’s not being subtle about it.

Cheek kisses make his face flush in a bright red. He might even hide his face from you and look mad at you. Don’t worry, he’s just mad at himself for being smitten for you so easily.

Forehead kisses make him feel loved. Akaza likes how you cup his cheeks and pull him downwards a little, kissing his forehead. He’ll close his eyes and savour the feeling of your lips against his cool skin.

One time, you nuzzled into Akaza’s neck and started placing gentle kisses all around. He flinched so heard he turned around and almost punched a hold through your body. You learned to not scare him like that again. How did he not sense you anyway? Does he feel this safe in your presence?

“Don’t scare me like that again.”

Hugs and cuddles: 9/10

Akaza is not good with words or gestures, so he feels like he’s expressing his love to you while cuddling. He feels incredibly honoured when you come to him first. You want to cuddle with him? Yes, a thousand times yes. C’mere.

Akaza also loves it when you cuddle him while laying on top of him and all his muscles. While he’s relaxed they are squishy and are perfectly good pillows to relax onto. Especially his pecks. But also, Akaza loves to lay on top of you. He tries not to be too heavy on you, but he just adores to savour your warmth and body beneath him. Just like the kisses, he craves your touch and cuddles desperately.

When you hug him, he stiffens up. Where should he put his hands? Is it okay to wrap them around your waist? Or should he just hover his hand over your body? So, Akaza just awkwardly stands there, with his hands hovering over your body. But once he melts into your touch, he’d close his eyes and hold you for a very long while. Akaza is incredibly touch starved. He needs to be held. Desperately.

“Can we lay down for a sec? Just finished my training anyway and… I kinda missed you.”

Affectionate biting/nibbling: 4/10

Akaza will think that you’re challenging him. He will try to bite you back, but gently. Like a confused puppy. He’d then glance at your face, trying to see if he did what you wanted.

“Are you hungry or something…?”

Compliments: 6/10

Akaza would react very awkwardly at first. He’s very happy when you praise his strength and power. It makes him feel a little prideful and he might answer with a cocky grin or a small nod.

Complimenting something personal about him, for example his loyalty, protectiveness or smile makes him feel incredible awkward. Akaza would blush and try to hide how flustered he gets. He’ll maybe even get angry at how easily he starts to blush and accidentally deflect his anger at you.

“You don’t need to say things like that… but thank you anyway…”

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Hope you enjoyed this @pickmans-muse <3

I was planning on writing this anyway, but you requesting this made me extremely happy!! Thank you for requesting!! I may have neglected Akaza a little. I really love him though! I just got really tired and wanted to finish this! That’s also why I left Gyutaro out, I probably will make an extra part for him. Also, guess who my favourite demon is if it’s not obvious enough :P

I seriously love reading all your comments and reblogs, you’re all so so sweet <33

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

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Biting the Upper Moons

How will the Upper Moons react to their human biting different areas of their body?

Pairing: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza x reader

Biting areas included: Ear, nose, cheek, bicep, arm

Kokushibo

Ear: 3/10

To reach his ear, you first have to brush some hair away, meaning Kokushibo will be aware of your intentions. You don’t whisper into his ear out of nowhere, but you do like to bite him there. So, most of the time, he’s simply dodging your attack before you could come any closer. He’s very hyperaware of his senses, meaning he doesn’t want anything to disturb them. Especially his vision and hearing.

“Do not even try.”

Nose: 3/10

Your face rapidly approaching his might suggest a kiss at first, but your mischievous grin told a different story. Similar with ears, Kokushibo simply dodges you. If you annoy him further with attempts to bite him, he’ll threaten to bite you first, flashing his sharp teeth at you. That usually shuts you down and leave him to meditate in peace. Sometimes, in a moment of weakness, he lets you bite his nose. His whole face would scrunch up in dissatisfaction and will remain like that for the rest of the day.

“Why are you so insistent of biting me? Did you have issues during childhood?”

Cheek: 4/10

He barely has any cheeks to bite onto, so you’ll resolve to biting his chin. Again, Kokushibo mistakes you leaning in for you wanting a simple kiss, so he obliged and parts his lips slightly in anticipation. He truly is too trusting with you, he learned that the moment you bit his chin and then scrambled away to hide. He didn’t bother to chase you, it was his fault that he’s letting his guard down like that. Perhaps he’s too lenient and loving with you.

“How foolish of me to think that you, my spouse, wanted affection from me.” (Is he even capable of sarcasm? Everything he says sounds to serious.)

Bicep: 8/10

Feeling you bite his bicep makes him feel oddly proud of his muscles. Is this your way of complimenting his body? Or a way to seduce him? Because weirdly enough, Kokushibo gets aroused when you bite him there. It reminds him of other moments where you desperately hold onto his bicep and shoulders and the way your face contorted into pure ecstasy. Perhaps you biting his bicep like that is your way to invite him into your bedroom? He’ll have to ask you why exactly you chose to bite his bicep out of all places.

“Are you trying to court me, dear? Just say the word and I’m yours tonight.”

Arm: 6/10

You biting his arm randomly during certain tasks amuses him slightly. It’s kind of fascinating to him why you are doing this. Do you crave his attention this badly? Once your teeth sink into his skin, his muscles would tense and Kokushibo might pull you around a little, like how someone would do with a puppy or energetic toddler. But do not expect him to look enthusiastic. His face will remain stone cold while playing tug-war with you. You have to be beware of how easily he gets fed up with the games though.

“Release my arm. Now.”

Douma

Ear: 6/10

It’s amusing to him how you continue to find ways to catch his attention. If Douma is busy preparing for another sermon, cleaning himself off after a feeding or just simply lounging around, you come up to him and bite his ear. He giggles loudly and would try to bite you back in any way. One time, he snuck up on you. As a payback for biting his ear very harshly that day, Douma wanted to bite yours in return! You jumped very violently once he pounced onto you and bit down onto your ear. From that day on, you now have an additional earhole in your ear for even more jewrely! That was his plan all along! Totally!

“How about I bite your other ear so you have symmetrical ear holes? That way, I can get you even more earrings! Wouldn’t you like that, lotus? …No? Okay.”

Nose: 7/10

It’s so cute to him! You mostly do it when you two nuzzle your noses together affectionately when you chomp down onto his. It surprised him, yes, but it’s so so cute! You being so adorable and just biting him stirs some kind of cuteness-aggression within him. Douma would trap you in his strong and large arms, squeaking and nuzzling his face against you. He’ll probably bite you in all kinds of areas himself during this fit, kicking his feet and grinning brightly.

“You’re so cute! My adorable little human! I could just eat you right up!! Lemme have a taste, hm? May I?”

Cheek: 5/10

Out of all the ways you bit him before, cheek bites are his least favourite. Not that Douma hates it, he just prefers to be bitten in other ways. Cheek bites remind him of cheek pulling, wich reminds him of a way a mother would scold her child. No mother ever bit her child’s cheek as a form of punishment (as far as Douma is aware of), but just feels like it. Gentle nibbles make him grin and pepper your face in kisses, but a whole bite and pull makes him whine loudly. He’d rather not get them.

“Mhh, don’t do that! Ouch… Give me a kiss on the cheek instead!”

Bicep: 8/10

Douma grins at your antics again, but this time, his smile is much more darker. You really are a brave one, aren’t you? Did you forget that he is still a demon? He only lets you bite him because you stir such strong emotions inside of him. Oh if only he can bite you back and taste your flesh on his tongue… You must taste like a heavenly feast, your blood rivalling those of marechi in taste and sacredness. Perhaps if Douma asks nicely you’ll let him try a droplet your blood. But for now, he’ll let you bite his bicep as you please. You look cute while doing it and he can barely feel it tickle, so why not?

“Dear Lotus, how about a little deal? I’ll let you bite down as hard as you like in exchange for a teeny tiny droplet of your blood?”

Arm: 7/10

Aren’t you just adorable! Douma’ll let you bite his arm and maybe even pull some flesh out if you like, as long as you’re enjoying yourself. He likes watching you entertain yourself like this with his body, it’s a great opportunity to observe some human emotions on your face. Seeing you so happy and excited about something simple like biting down onto his arm makes him wonder if you want to bite other areas in his body as well. Douma wonders if you’ll have different reactions to different firmness or taste of his skin. For example, will you bite him more often if he rubs some sugar onto his skin? Or how will you react if you bite his flexed thigh? Oh the opportunities! He might have to write down a list of reactions and behaviours he wants to test out on you!

“Lotus, how about you bite my chest? I can flex them a little and- hm? No, it’s one of my kinks, I’m just curious about something!… No, not like that! My, what a filthy mind you have.”

Akaza

Ear: 1/10

It sounds weird to him when you nibble his ear. It makes his whole body shiver, and not in a very good way. Akaza will side eye you in slight disgust whenever you even attempt to bite his earlobe. Playing it off and feigning innocence doesn’t help either and he’ll avoid you for the rest of the day/night. He doesn’t want to risk you even thinking about it.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

Nose: 3/10

Nibbling his nose makes his whole face scrunch up in uncomfortableness. It tickles when you bite his nose and Akaza doesn’t like the way it makes him feel childish. He hates being tickled overall and almost always fights back as gently as he could against your tickle-assault, but you only biting his nose and immediately backing off feels like some kind of way to cheese his reaction. You get to see how his face scrunches together and how much he hates being tickled while also not feeling or seeing the consequences of doing so. Biting and running off is too fast for Akaza to process immediately since he almost always lets his guard down around you to show how much he trusts you. Yet, you prove to him how untrustworthy you truly are, you minx.

“Come back! You don’t get away with this again!”

Cheek: 6/10

Tolerates it at best, pushed you away at worst. Akaza doesn’t really mind you nibbling onto his cheek, as long as you don’t disturb him during something. He’ll actually welcome it when you two are cuddling, for example. He’ll even grin a little at your adorableness when you do, but if you draw his attention away from his training just to nibble against his cheek, Akaza will glare at you. Also, he doesn’t like to admit it, but he also likes to nibble a little on your cheek as well. Especially when Akaza is cuddling you and you blush. Your cheeks are very warm and nice to bite onto!

“Can we do that later? I’m busy right now.”

Bicep: 8/10

Akaza would also feel very prideful when you bite down onto his bicep. He doesn’t want to appear weak in front of you, so he’ll try to figure out when you’re planning to bite him. That way, he’ll flex his whole arm as a way of showing off. But also, that way, you started biting him more less. It’s not so nice to chew onto a boulder-like muscle, so you preferred softer areas in his body (like his cheek). But Akaza wanted you to bite his bicep! He wants you to feel how strong and powerful he is! So, he started offering his not-flexed bicep to bite onto. Now, it’s one of your favourite areas to nibble!

“You’re a really odd one. I chose the weirdest human to love.”

Arm: 7/10

Similar to his bicep, Akaza wants to flex his forearm in order to demonstrate how powerful he is! But after noticing how you preferred softer areas, he reluctantly offered his softened arm to you to bite down onto. Once you start biting down hard, he’ll notify you to stop immediately by flexing his muscle. It’s not like he feels any pain when you bite down as hard as you can, it just… tickles.

“Let go. Let go now. Hey! No! Let go of my damn arm!!”

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I am thinking about posting some sort of NSFW drabble for Douma I’ve been thinking about the oast few days… Maybe during Oktober. But anyways, thank you for reading! I hope you’ll continue to enjoy my blog!! Also, I have now written three fics that include biting in some form… does that say something about me or you guys? XD But keep requesting anything you like!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

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