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cybersex // douma

having a camboy boyfriend wasn’t something on your bucket list, neither was you being the favorite over him, still you weren’t complaining about either of the reasons.

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content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - camboy!douma - being recorded/livestreamed (with consent) - teasing - dirty talk - slight oral (f!receiving) - unprotected sex - praise - spit - choking - sightly dacrypholia - creampie - not beta read - 1,6k words

note: this is a piece for @fuwushiguro & @/duckiez’s cybersex collab!! i was going through 5 stages of grief when writing it but ended up liking the results so i hope you guys like it as much as me!! also a big big big thanks to my betas and the people that helped me i appreciate u guys sm🫶

“Easy baby, easy.” Douma taunted, helping you coming down from your high, it not being the first orgasm of the night and surely not the last. “She’s so perfect, so sensitive for me.” Douma mumbled against your thigh, teasingly placing kisses so close to the place where you needed him the most, only for you to let out a needy whine, pulling on his hair harder.

“Douma p-please.” you begged, bucking your hips a bit and being desperate to be filled, only for him to tighten his grip on your thighs and push them against the bed to stop you from moving as he locked eyes with your teary ones, shooting you a stern look.

“Please what baby? Use your words.” Douma whispered just hard enough for you to hear, sloppily licking a long stripe along your folds, humming at the taste of you on his tongue. “She’s so sweet you guys… I bet you’re jealous you can’t have a taste.” Douma spoke, looking over at the camera as he continued working his way on your sensitive clit, your cum and saliva messily dripping down his chin, onto your sheets.

“N-No more, I want you.” you cried out, not knowing if you could take any longer of this. “I want all of you, please.” you begged, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Hmm?” Douma mumbled, simply going back to sucking on your clit right after.

“P-Please, I want you to fuck me.” you whimpered, the sudden loss of touch making you whine and clench around nothing, your pussy begging to be filled. “My my, was it that hard to ask nicely baby?” Douma laughed, spitting on his cock and stroking it a few times, eyes glued on you, smirking as you watched him eagerly, spreading your legs even more. “You’re so wet baby– I bet I can just slip in.” Douma murmured, slapping his cock against your folds, laughing at your reaction as he teased his tip at your entrance.   

“Please, c-can’t wait no more, I’ve b–” the air being knocked out of your lungs as he pushed in with one quick thrust. A gasp leaving your lips as you grabbed onto the sheets, the slightly burning feeling from the stretch, quickly turning into pleasure. 

“Watch how it just slides in.” Douma spoke, grabbing the camera and showing how he thrusted into you, his eyes being glued on your face regardless of filming you. “Feeling good baby?” Douma questioned, giving you a warm smile as he held your side with his free hand. Becoming louder as he picked his pace up. 

“Mhm, s-so good, thank you!” you moaned, matching your movements with his tiredly, still being desperate for him to fuck you, regardless of your soreness. “Good girl, just like that baby.”

“My pretty baby takes me so well, isn’t she good you guys?” Douma taunted, putting the camera down again so it showed all the angles and intertwining his fingers with yours, fucking into you at a hungry pace that made him reach the deepest parts of you, moans of his names leaving your lips over and over. 

“I always do, don’t I?” you smiled innocently at him, squeezing his hands as he picked up his pace, fucking you deep. “Of course baby.” Douma answered, caressing your body gently yet teasingly with his free hand, knowing all your sensitive spots.

“You know just how to rile a man up.” he laughed at your innocent act, the sound of donations going up from the livestream coming faintly in the back of the sound of skin slapping and your bed creaking. 

Douma’s watchers loved you, you might even be their favorite over Douma. Which was funny, since he was the camboy and you were a guest from time to time as his girlfriend. He had no shame in his career, he loved his work and you always have been his number one supporter, knowing that in the end he always fell asleep next to you. 

You becoming the favorite happened a few months ago, Douma never hid the fact that he had a relationship, in fact, he always bragged about you. So one day, he suggested you join his stream for a difference and who were you to refuse. He loved showing off and you loved getting fucked by him, it was a win win situation. Yet neither of you could have realized that the numbers would go up so drastically and that people would want to see you more, that bringing you here today.

“Y-You’re so fucking big.” you mewled, clenching around him as you already felt the familiar heat tingling inside of you due to the several orgasms you already had. 

“You love it don’t you? You always take me so well.” Douma praised you, gently caressing your face, his thumb ghosting over your lips and you simply nodded in response.

“Open up for me, pretty baby.” Douma ordered and you did as you were told, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “Good girl.” Douma smirked, spitting on your tongue and noticing how you clenched around him, knowing that you liked this.

“Go on, swallow.” 

Locking your eyes with his, you swallowed, leaning into his hand as he stroked his thumb over your bottom lip, slightly pushing it into your mouth. Suggesting you to suck it and that’s exactly what you did, just like you would to his cock. Making him change the pace, becoming more feral with each single thrust, loving every second of this.

“See how obedient she is…” Douma smirked, wrapping his hand around your neck, choking you slightly, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of your mouth being empty, but the way he’s choking you making you clamp down on him. 

“So needy.” he taunted, leaning closer to you, his lips inches away from yours, trying to tease you. “Just kiss m-me already.” you groaned, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss, his hand around your throat tightening as you let out a moan against his lips, deepening the kiss after.

“Fuuuuck.” Douma groaned, resting his forehead against yours, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, your moans becoming louder and louder. 

“I love y-you.” you mumbled sweetly, reaching out to his free hand and intertwining your fingers, squeezing his hands as he fucked you deep, his tip kissing your sweetspot over and over, tipping you closer to the edge.

“I love you too baby.” Douma smiled, pecking your lips as he thrusted into you hard, leaving you choking on a moan, making you buck your hips up in reaction.

“‘s too much!” you cried out, squeezing his hand hard, tears rolling down your cheeks as he continued fucking you like that, making you blabber nonesense and himself the only thing on your mind.

“Oh? Want me to stop then?” Douma teased and you quickly shook your head no, you were so close, of course you didn’t want him to stop. 

“No! ‘m sorry, please! I w-wanna cum.” you begged, with trembling legs and blurry sight from the tears.

“That’s more like it.” Douma smirked, watching how he fucked you, cock twitching at the sight. “See how well my pretty baby takes me? She’s such a good girl.” he praised you, noticing how you were getting closer, starting to rub your sensitive clit

“I can’t wait to fill you up, that’s what you want don’t you? You’re squeezing me so tightly baby… trying to milk me dry.” Douma taunted, the way he was fucking you making him near his orgasm as well, his view and the sounds of skin slapping against each other, together with your moans only bringing him closer.

“Mhm please– w-want it inside.” you begged, broken moans and blabbers leaving your lips as your legs trembled, the coil snapping inside of you before you could warn him, gushing all over him and grabbing onto the sheets for support.

“G-Good girl, you’re drenched baby.” Douma groaned, fucking you through your high while tightening his grip on your side, heavy breathing and his cock twitching, knowing he was close. 

“Gonna fill you up nicely.” he cursed under his breath, losing his composure while he chased his own high, blabbering random praises while having his eyes glued on you. 

“Please.” you begged and that was all it took for him to be tipped over the edge, spilling his load inside of you and fucking it deep while groaning loudly. “Shit baby…” Douma moaned, slowing down his pace and gently stroking your sides in a comforting way.

“You did so well for me baby.” he praised you.

“Thank you Douma.” you gave him a fucked out smile, slowly catching your breathe, watching how he pulled out, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of being empty, gaping around nothing.

“I love you so much.” Douma mumbled, hovering over you and sweetly pecking your lips, pulling back and watching his cum drip out with a proud grin, grabbing the camera from where it’s standing.

“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?” Douma questioned, caressing your body, showing it off as he spread your legs a bit more. “Go on, pretty baby, show them how nicely I filled you up.” he continued, smirking when he noticed how embarrassed you got, like you didn’t just get fucked on stream.

Shyly you reached your hand down, spreading it open to show everyone the cum dripping out, a small whimper leaving your mouth as Douma spat on it. “Such a messy girl.” Douma taunted, putting the camera away while hovering over you once more, leaning closer to your ear to whisper something.

“I should cum inside of you more often.” and somehow, that sounded more like a promise than anything else.

networks: @enchantedforest-network

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

–Husband!Akaza

–Black.FemReader X Akaza

"H-Hakuji?

One winter evening, you thought you'd been asleep and dreaming. After you heard a knock, you answer the door. Now widowed you didn't expect anyone to be at your home. It was usually the time Hakuji returned to you. But that day, what you'd nerver thought in a million years happened.

Standing in the door frame, the dark silhouette seemed familiar to you. You couldn't make out their face due to your doorway being so dark. Though, when they— or rather He stepped into the light you were shocked. It felt as if your lungs had collapsed.

Your eyes widened as you staggered backwards. Mouth a gaping as your words were lost.

Its not possible, is it? For someone to return— nonetheless with a different appearance?! Maybe you were still grieving? Maybe this was the 'denial' stage of grief? Your husband from the dead.. is now standing in your doorway.

"Don't look at me like that Y/n— Aren't you glad Im back Beloved?" The voice you hadn't heard for weeks comments.

You didn't know what to do..Why is he back? He walked in like he'd never been gone and shut the door behind him. "Beloved? Whats wrong?"

"You—", you stuttered. The sweet face you'd fallen for. His fair skin, now tainted with thick blue markings on his face. His short wavy hair now pink. Those yellow eyes, pink eyelashes throwing you for a loop.

"Hm?" His pink brow raised in confusion to your cut-short sentence.

He takes quick strides to get to you as you stood speechless. His blue fingers reach out to your pulling them up to his lips.

"You okay Y/n?" He bends down a bit to get eye-level with you; as he was taller than you.

"Hakuji—", you hic.

Almost losing your balance, your knees buckle causing you to almost fall. Your husband catching you by the waist, "Woah easy there Y/n!" ,he chortles.

'He's real..He's actually real— I can feel his touch', you think to yourself.

Your hands shaking, feeling his arms, and up his biceps. Hakuji raises a brow, staring at you with confusion. "Hakuji, you're real?"

"Mmm...yes?" He chuckles.

Happy, no...elated your deceased Husband was before you— You'd tackled him to the ground on accident. Your tight hold around him rough you could choke him back to death.

"Y/n, hon?" You eyes and nose running, causing his clothes to be drenched. "Hakuji, I'm really hoping– I'm praying I'm not drunk or you're not a ghost right now."

His arms comforting you, gently rubbing your back. "No honey, I promise I am 100% real. Just a little...different. I hope you aren't disappointed."

"No..I'm happy, So happy."

Akaza smiles,"Im sorry I left you for so long beautiful." He pulls you out of the hug, and looks at you. Seeing your pretty face every morning really made everyday worth living. His fingers wiping away your tears, sharp nails grazing your skin.

"I-It's okay, I'm so glad you're back", you whine.

His eyes..Something so different, yet still the same loving glaze. His eyes..now yellow instead of blue. The marks on his skin, patterns that were new to you. You would look at the marks on his arm, and trance your finger along them.

"Hakuji.."

He gazes at you, humming in response. "Why..why did you come back."

Hakuji's eyes look to the side now, almost as if he tries to think of something to say.

"I was given a second chance..", he admits standing up. Aswell as helping you to your feet. "Start this second chance with me?" He finishes.

"Hakuji, of course." You'd say without thinking, you didn't want to be away from your beloved. Especially after You'd just got him back.

Hakuji walks over to the kitchen counter before picking up your wedding ring. Remembering since you'd technically been widowed there'd been no reason to wear it.

"Honey?" You questioned. Hakuji, returning back to your side. He took your hand sliding the ring on your finger. Just like the day you two became one.

Pulling you in, he held his arm around your waist and the other locking fingers with yours that held the ring.

"Y/n, my sweet and beautiful Y/n..", he mumbled pulling you into a longing kiss. You'd submit complete and immediately almost forgetting what his kisses felt like. Sugary, strong..he was confident~ and so sexy.

When he pulls away he cups your cheek, whispering to you. "Let's do this again hm? But, better this time."

He lures you into a tight hug,"Yes." You say, melting into his arms. There was a silence before he speaks up again.

"Right...before I forget"

"Yes?"

"Just so you dont get confused why others call me something different.."

Hakuji looks at you once more, smiling, ear-to-ear fangs showing. Grazing his bottom lip–

"My name is Akaza darling."

Oof chilie I'll decorate this post when I wake up, I was just wanting to post it !!! Thanks fo reading, hope you liked it :)

Kimetsu no Yaiba ~Calling them 'handsome' 3rd part~

First and second part are here (1st) and here (2nd).

Kokushibo

He'll be confused: in the era in which he lived, it was always men who complimented women, not the other

Anyway, like his brother, he'll think he should return the compliment

So, he'll disappear for a few minutes and then he'll return with a hairpin in his hand

"Thank you, tsuma (wife), but you're more beautiful than me: you're so fascinating your beauty puts the most beautiful gods to shame."

Afterwards, he'll put the hairpin in your hair and kiss you

Douma

Since he's emotionless, he shouldn't have any reaction

However, he'll feel a strange sensation of pleasure in his chest, so he'll ask you what sensations he's having

After you tell him what he's feeling is a form of affection, he'll be confused and have a little smile and an adorable blush on his face, which he'll cover with his fan

He won't know how to react, so he'll do what he saw one of his followers do while courting a girl

"Ara ara? You're beautiful too, gorgeous-chan."

Akaza

He thinks being beautiful is a "female thing", but your compliment will still make him feel warm and his whole face will be red

However, he'll hug you sweetly

"Thank you, my love. You're very beautiful too."

When you part from the hug, he'll gently caress your cheek and kiss you

For the next few days, he'll always be in a good mood and then Douma will annoy him and he'll be in a bad mood

Gyutaro

He won't believe it: he'll think it's a joke

"Don't joke with me!" "Gyu, it isn't a joke."

After he realizes this isn't a game, he'll blush slightly and thank you

That evening, he'll ask his sister to steal buy a nice accessory for you and he'll give it to you the next day

"Thank you for the compliment and for always being with me, despite who I am."

Sorry this took so long! I hope you liked it anyway. Bye!

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Douma x male!reader Smut/18+ Anal+Deepthroating I can't write male y/n quite as well and I apologize for that. This was written a bit hastily for a friend, so, again, sorry. -Trixie🌸

"Come here," he whispered, beckoning you closer. "Sit down." Douma patted his lap and then waited as you clambered on. He wrapped his arms around you, whispering into your ear, "do you know what I want?"

You'd done this many times before. And you knew, yes, you knew what he wanted. You wanted it just as much as he did. So you nodded slightly, unsure if you were allowed to talk.

"Good," he muttered, tugging on your clothes. He pulled the collar of your shirt down to expose your neck. Gently, at first, he bit down. It was barely a prick but you flinched, though he'd done this time and time before. He slowly suckled on your neck, teasing you. His hands wandered over your body, letting them hover over your crotch for a minute before he went back up, sliding his cold fingers into your shirt once more. They ripped the seams of it apart until your chest was exposed. Your back was to him and he turned you to face him. He studied you carefully, smirking easily as he noticed, with satisfaction, that you were flushed. "Do you like that?" he whispered.

You nodded again, though he knew the answer already. He just wanted you to admit it. "Say it out loud.. Do you like it?" Douma said quietly. 

"Yes.. I.. I do," you whispered back, afraid to ruin the mood if you spoke loudly. 

His smiled curled and he went back down to your neck, his fingers lightly running over your chest, your collarbone, your arms. They roamed up and down your back carefully as his mouth left hickeys all over your neck, gentle at first, but growing harsher and harsher. Blood dripped from your neck as his teeth penetrated your skin. You tried not to wince, but he noticed and pulled away. "Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?" he said, raising an eyebrow in mock worry.

You shook your head slowly and he smiled. "Good." Then, in a painfully slow way, he undressed you, pausing to admire every curve and line in your body before he picked you up and sat you comfortably on his lap. He lifted your chin up and you met his gaze. His eyes flickered over your face and he leaned in to kiss you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his around you body as the kiss deepened. You could feel his cold touch on your back as his hands made their way down. He pulled away from you and said, "how far?"

How far would you like to go. He always asked that, and never actually paid mind to your answer. "As far as you would like, Master," you were to say. And you did, because if you didn't, he might break you beyond repair. Beyond what even a demon might be able to hold.

He nodded and you stood up obediently, as you always did. He slowly unbuckled his belt, watching your eyes track his movements. He pulled off his clothes until he stood in nothing. He didn't move at first, always loving the way your eyes took in his whole body. He was already erect, which was why he'd called you over. Often you wondered what caused this. Douma moved quickly, suddenly, pushing you against the closest wall and sticking his fingers into your mouth. In a low, husky voice, he told you to suck. Though his fingernails were long, they didn't once scratch or injure you as his fingers moved methodically inside your mouth, collecting saliva. He pulled them out after a minute and watched the sticky liquid drip from his fingers. Then he wrapped his hand around his cock, pleasuring himself until it was fully coated. He smiled at you as your gaze dropped with his hand. "Mmhm, eager today, no?" he hummed.

You said nothing, standing against the wall still, waiting, watching. Douma breathed a soft breeze of cold air onto you, making you shiver. He bent down poking chest then smiled. "Let's start here, no?" 

You nodded. Douma's mouth clamped over your nipples, sucking softly until he felt the buds harden. He looked up at you, noticing your hand covered your mouth. He took your arm and pinned it behind your back. "Let me hear you, my love. Let me hear those beautiful sounds~" 

Nodding again, you let your throat relax as he continued. Rather suddenly, he bit your neck again, causing you to squeal in surprise. He laughed collecting the little blood that had come from the puncture and licking it. "Hmm, sweet.." He looked straightened up then looked down at you with an almost menacing gaze, almost laughing as you shrank down. He picked you up and placed you on his hip as if you were a child. Then he said, in a falsely sweet tone, "how about we wait for a little bit~?" knowing full well you didn't want to.

You started to shake your head, defiant. He raised an eyebrow. "No? And why do you say no? You want to disobey me?"

You jolted as his hand holding your waist tightened. You could feel his cock so harshly pressing against your leg. You knew he wanted this merely to watch you struggle, and you didn't want to struggle. You wanted this now. Now!! But.. but he would make it worse if you disagreed, so you didn't, and just shook your head, sighing, dejected.

"Good," he whispered. Your eyes dropped down as he took you to the bed, letting you fall down onto it before laying next to you. He placed you on his lap, your legs on either side of his erection, and he got a book. He started reading it and you waited, annoyed. You were extremely aroused with all his teasing and you wanted him to continue, but you knew he wouldn't until you were on your knees begging. Except maybe this time he'll get too anxious to start and he'll be begging for you! Of course, if you could last that long. But you would. Yes, you will.

And so it went on. For an hour he read then switch to writing something down. You sat on his lap, shifting, eyeing his cock. Douma seemed to be paying no mind to you, however, which made you agitated. But you had to be paitent until he go impaitent. Except it seemed like he wouldn't ever when the second hour went. And by the third you were shifting so much, Douma looked up and said, "is anything wrong?" There was a smirk playing under his mock worry and he shifted slightly, his hand brushing over your own erection. You tensed but shook your head, wanting to last longer than he did. 

But unfortunately it went as he had planned. Again. You found yourself unable to contain yourself and you turned abruptly on his lap and opened your mouth to speak. He put his hand up and said, "If you want to speak, it must only be of one thing. And you know what I mean."

You sighed, annoyed. Nodding, you mumbled, "C-can we please start now..? I.. I want to.."

He smirked. "Dear, your master can't hear you.. Speak louder," Douma teased.

You groaned quietly but complied. "Can we start now?" you pleaded, your tone quite obviously desperate. 

"Start what~?" he asked.

"Start.. you know what I mean..!" you huffed, crossing your arms.

"Hm.. do I?" he asked, bringing his hand to your cock and stroking it lightly, putting you on edge. 

"Please!!" you whimpered.

He laughed and gave in. "Alright then, you did say please~!" He shifted on the bed and nuzzled you. "Where should we start~?"

He didn't even 'start.' No, instead he went straight into it. He grabbed your by your hair and pushed your head down, making sure your mouth was securely around his erection. He made you deepthroat him, no matter how much he caught you by surprise, and every time you always choked, his cold hands roaming your body as he let out satisfied moans of pleasure.

Eventually you could hardly breathe as he pushed your head further down and he made to pull out, then bucked his hips forward. You spluttered as he continued, urging you to make him cum. It took quite a while and you felt you might pass out but he came eventually and you pulled yourself up heavily, swallowing the sticky liquid the best you could. He went over to you and pinned you down, kissing your jaw, your neck, your lips. He wasn't going to be gentle. No, not anymore.

He pinned your hands over your head then used his other hand to line up his cock to your asshole, waiting for a short second before pushing inside, not an ounce of pity for your small body. Your screams of pain were muffled by his hand and you bit your lip to stop the tears running down your cheeks.

"Was I too harsh on you~?" he said, his voice mocking. He knew he was, but he loved to see you like this.

You said nothing, waiting for him to continue. And he did, continuing to pump inside you, though never going fully in. After all you were still human. Your back arched as the pain slowly morphed to pleasure and the movement of his hips was quick to speed up. You whimpered as he decided to push himself fully in, and you could feel yourself growing close to release. Douma's lip curled into a tight smile as he heard you speak your want to cum. "Already~? If you're going to release so soon perhaps I'm not good enough for you?" he asked, moving faster.

You shook your head. No, it was quite the opposite. But you were in no state to object and you said nothing. He smirked. "Perhaps we should go a few rounds more if you're already 'done.'"

His movement grew faster and your moans grew louder with them. Then, panting, and sweaty, you came all over yourself and him. Your body relaxed for only yet a second but then tensed again when Douma didn't stop, only going even harsher than before. 

"Don't sleep yet, we still have a long way to go, darling~" he whispered, his voice carrying over the dirty sounds filling the bedroom. "You better pray for yourself."

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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istg something out there dont want me to send this request so I’ll *try* to shorten it,

Male reader whos a half demon, half human, half demon. His father isn’t bad thats not what im saying but he is the son of Douma so maybe as a younger child, his father bringing home a body might’ve scared him. So he runs away and meets Uzui who becomes a father figure to the half demon. Even though reader’s demon side isn’t as big as it may have been with his father or other demons, unfortunately even though it tastes terrible reader sometimes eats bitd and pieces of humans, killing them. Reader hates doing this but he can’t stop..he wants to be normal and drink tea without an needing for eating humans. Reader has to leave so he runs away from home again, and leaves a note to Uzui, confessing and saying sorry. But the two may never get to meet again as reader runs into his father, Douma. U deicide what happens next :)

Run rabbit, Run rabbit, Run Run Run!

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Yandere, blood, mentioned of eating/drinking animals and their blood, kidnapping, obsessive father, and hinted abuse.

Yandere Douma x (PLATONIC) son!reader

Tengen Uzui (+ his wives) x (PLATONIC) adopted son!reader

Author notes: Hi Hon! So I changed it from eating bits of humans to animals (like small birds). As if reader ate humans (even just a finger etc) Uzui would sense in his aura and kill him unfortunately. Was motivated to do this early. Your 8 years old at the start and 9 at the end.

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You really didn't know why you ran away. Just that poor lady, she looked so lifeless... you knew she was dead but there was so much blood on her! It made you feel uncomfortable. Your father's cheery voice offering you the "first bite" of your first human didn’t help.

The next thing you knew you were running before you tripped on something. You just curled up and continued sobbing too upset to stand. Before you heard a voice? Oh no... father found you didn't he! He was probably going to be mad at you... That made you sob harder.

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"Hey now." A man said. He didn't sound like father?

"Oh the poor thing!" A woman shouted...?

"Suma quite! Your gonna scare him!" A different woman now yelled? At that you looked up and saw a man, and three women.

"Hey it's okay." The third women spoke now sitting on the ground in front of you. She had Black hair and violet eyes.

"Careful Hina, it's a demon!" a black and yellow hair yelled.

"Sh Makio! He's only about 7 or 8." Hina answered turning to look at Makio you think before she looked back at you.

"Is everything okay?" The nice lady Hina asked.

You sniffle trying to calm your breathing before answering.

"Father came home with... with a dead lady! He kept saying to eat her! I don't wanna eat her!" You shouted before bursting into tears again.

You could make out some gasps from them before you were picked up and hugged?

"It's okay sweetie. Your dad isn't here your safe ok?" Hina spoke again. You looked up at her to see her smiling now.

"He's adorable!" The first lady yelled again. She had black hair and sapphire eyes. "Can he adopt him Tengen?" You forgot her name...

The man didn't answer he kept staring at you. This Tengen guy looked very intimidating not to mention his height made him even more scary.

"Of course. We can't just leave him!" He now shouted before smiling... that made you flinch.

"Yes! Come on Hina let's go give him a bath" the first lady whose name you learned Suma said.

Suma, Hina walked off ahead. Tengen and Makio trailed behind the three.

"Aren't you worried he may attack he's a demon after all." Makio spoke after some silence.

"From what I can tell he's only half. And if he does do something I will eliminate him." Tengen answered glancing at the three figures up ahead before back at Makio.

"Now! Why don't we go pick out some flamboyant clothes for him?" Tengen now shouted before giving Makio a chance to answer.

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They were very sweet and within no time they became family to you. It took some time getting used to them but after a while you actually ended up started calling them your parents.

You made sure to call each something different so it wasn't confusing. Suma was "Mama", Maiko was "Mom" and Hina was "Mother". You called Tengen a lot of different things. Sometimes it was Papa or even Dad.

Everything was great with them you honestly lived a normal life it was like you weren't even part demon. You could go out in the sun but you're half demon side made you get sunburned really easy. You even had your birthday with them and honestly it was probably one of the best birthdays you've ever had so far.

Everything was great that was until your father came home injured and your mom's were all panicking. But that wasn't the worst part his blood smells so good you... wanted a taste? No! That's wrong!

After that moment you couldn't stop craving it. Would it taste good or would it taste gross. Eventually you didn't know what to do but you didn't want to ask them that's just creepy. They're already knew you were part demon you didn't want to make it worse. I mean your child wanting to eat you? That's creepy. So whenever you did you would go out into the forest behind the estate. You never went too far but you'd find any animals you could and... kill them for blood. It satisfied you enough not fully but enough those thoughts disappeared. They didn't seem to notice apparently if it wasn't human they wouldn't notice in your aura!

But it became too hard. Constantly sneaking out for that to stop those thoughts. You weren't normal clearly no normal person would do that. Eventually your thoughts got the best of you maybe it's best if you left again. But you'd at least write a note this time!

So that's what you did, none of them noticed apparently. By the time they did there was a letter on their bed. Although you only addressed it to your father you didn't want your mother's freaking out.

To Papa

I'm sorry! I just couldn't stay. You didn't notice but whenever one of you bled it smells so good! It isn't normal but I managed to stop the thoughts. It was hard though I had to... kill some birds for their blood. I know it's not normal, so I thought it's best if I left. You should at least have a normal son, a human not a demon.

Sorry, from M/n

You didn't anticipate them searching for you. But by the time they did you were far enough away it would be hard to track you down. You started questioning that maybe you should go back maybe... maybe they wouldn't think you were weird?

You didn't notice someone was following you. You are walking through a forest not near any town so no one should be out here. The next thing you know you felt something hit you on your head and everything went black.

That's when you woke up in a room. It looked familiar... wait this was your old bedroom... with your Father...

"Oh my sweetheart! Your awake! I was so worried! I didn't find you anywhere, then one day you just happen to be walking through the forest that I was strolling through!" He answered.

"Don't worry! Your safe with Papa! I won't let anyone hurt you... or take you away. You'll say safe here forever!" He smiled... that sickly sweet smile you hated it.

"Don't worry about your kidnappers sweetheart, I took care of them! They'll have a big lovely group of hungry demons going towards them!" He spoke before laughing as if that was amusing.

"Stop it Douma!" You finally shouted.

"Douma? No no no! It's Papa or Dad or Father to you! And you won't be leaving this room until you call me that!" Douma shouted before marching out of your room and slam in the door shut before you hear a lock.

You also now noticed the window in your room was fully barred up and had boards on the outside... you wanted to go home!

Tag list: Want to be added? Let me know and what fandom! Genshin, Twst, Obey me, and Demon slayer.

@apyrose

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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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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕡 𝟛 𝕌𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝔸𝕌 (𝔼𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕)

𝔸𝕌 :

𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘈𝘜

𝘊𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘈𝘜

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘈𝘜

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭/𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘈𝘜

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘈𝘜

𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘈𝘜

𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘈𝘜

𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘬𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦/𝘍𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘈𝘜

𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘜

( 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘜 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 )

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 :

• 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙧@𝙥𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙩

• 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙜𝙚

• 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘼𝙐 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙭 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚

• 𝙀𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝘼𝙐 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝟯 𝙐𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨

• 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

• 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙆𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙤𝙪, 𝘿𝙤𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙖 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮

• 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚/𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝘼𝙐, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩

☆ UPPERMOONS 1-3 100+

the three upper demons: (1) kokushibo, (2) douma, and (3) akaza—have a small little soft spot for their master's human wife. they're supposed to be scary demons, but whatever shall they do when such a small woman gleefully hands them a gift? [𝐇𝐈𝐓!] no warnings are needed, though that may be subject to change based upon feedback!

➊ KOKUSHIBO

MANGA SPOILERS AT THE END.

Out of all of the Uppermoons, Muzan would trust your safety with Kokushibo the most. Therefore, you're more likely to spend time with Kokushibo than anyone else if Muzan is busy.

To be quite honest, you spend too much time with the demon, but that can be debated.

Nevertheless, since he gaurds you—walking you wherever you need to, ensuring your food is safe, keeping you entertained, etc—the two of you have gotten a bit close. Giggles and deep laughter filling one of the vast rooms of the infinity castle.

"I never expected my master to have such a kind little thing like you as a wife."

A small pout forms at his statement, "Don't underestimate me!"

"Is that so...?"

Kokushibo quite enjoys his time with you. The little moments the two of you hsve reminding him of his wife. One that he briefly mentioned to you once. He never goes too deep into his past, though, through inference you can tell the gist of what occured. Therefore, developed a sense of trust in this strange relationship.

What comes with forming a relationship with a woman like you? Gifts.

Something small and considerate from a small (compared to him) woman like you.

"Kokushibo!!" you called, bare feet padding against the wooden floors of the castle. You step down from the endgawa, observing the demon you wish to meet, leaning against a tree in the garden. "My lady?"

"Close your eyes! Pretty please?" After a beat of silence, "All of them."

The demon sighs, relying purely on his sense of hearing to hear you coming towards him and bending down. "Hold out your hands."

He does as you say, reluctantly taking his palm off of the hilt of sword (its purely instinct), and present both hands, flat-palmed to you. After a moment, and some shuffling—he feels soft cloth touch his palms. "You can open them now," comes from your lips.

All six eyes open to look at the small pile of cloth in his hands. "Its..."

"An obi! Of course, it can used for anything of your choosing since its simply a strip of fabirc, but—I made a cute pattern that matched your haori with little symbols to remind you of me!" Your bright, soft smile causes a sigh of awe to leave him, "I wanted to make you a gift, but I didn't know exactly what to make. So, I settled for making you an obi! Now you can replace your plain white one."

There's silence between the two of you, and you worry you've done something wrong until you see the soft, small smile on his lips. His eyes have soften as well as they look up at you. "Thank you, my lady. I shall cherish it."

And that he does.

He doesn't wear it per se. He'll show it off at times, though he has a fear that a small accident could have it ruined.

If you were to turn into a demon before a critical aging point in your life, nothing would change. Though, if you refused to turn into a demon and live out your days/die as a human, he'd officially change his obi's and wear yours out of respect for you.

He cherishes it to an extent that he takes it off before the final battle, tucking it in his pocket alongside another cherished item of his.

It seriously is one of his greatest treasures, that much is clear by the way his brother's handcrafted whistle is wrapped in the bundle of cloth when he eventually fades to the afterlife.

➋ DOUMA

Douma does not have the best personality. Then again, neither does your husband. So, you tend to deal with it.

It's honestly pretty frequenet that you're placed in Douma's hands. Despite his...preference for human women, Muzan knows that the man would never chance harming you out of hear of ending his fun. So, you stay with him. Particularly, because of Douma's resources. He has a cult, so he gets pretty much anything he wants. He's rich after all. This is also, the only time you are ever allowed to go outside in the sun. His followers have to stick very close to you and promise not to cause you harm. Though even then, going outside during the day is quite rare.

(Muzan is paranoid asf)

Going back to 'you're still allowed despite Douma's preference' thing. He has to make is very clear he has no intentions to eat or harm you. Which he doesn't! In fact, your relationship is very similar to his and Kotoha's.

'I wonder if Muzan-sama will keep you around for the rest of your life,' he thinks to himself, noting how pure your heart seems to be. He quite enjoys your kindness and sweet demeanor, especially towards the women in his cult (and their corspes).

He doesn't enjoy your scolding.

He's never gotten scolded before; in fact, he was never reprimanded for anything when he was younger because of his rainbow eyes and the belief that he can hear the gods. Which, of course, caused his current adult attitude.

Nevertheless, when he first experienced your scolding he was quite confused and didn't like it. Though, he couldn't really protest since you're Muzan's wife.

Anywho, because of your scolding he's ended up trying to be more "respectful" and cautious not to grab onto you're plate of human morals.

Ignoring all of that, he doesn't quite feel much. He'll brag and act as if he can feel human emotions, though he can't (you clocked it). He didn't have a semblance of compassion or anything of the sort until you. Of course, he still doesn't feel strong feelings like intense anger or love, nothing like that. But he doesn't feel small hints of things like admiration and appreciation for you.

Though, he certainly didn't expect you to give him a token of appreciation.

"Douma, close your eyes and hold out your palms...please."

He chuckles at your order, though it sounds painfully empty. Nevertheless, he opens his palms flat and presents them to you, his rainbow eyes hiding behind his eyelids. After a beat, he feels small items get set into his hand. He tilts his head in confusion, waiting patiently for your okay to open his eyes. "Okayy, open!"

His eyes blink open and they drift to the small pieces of what look like jewlery in his palms. He carefully moves them around in his hands, noting that they're charms—a bright smile is presented on his face, though at the moment it doesn't feel enterily empty. "Awh! Such kindness, my lady."

"You've been faithfully taking care of me, so I thought that I'd make you something. It's not much, but I made some little charms to go on your fans!"

"You're quite the crafter, my lady! Thank you!"

Douma doesn't battle too much, but if he suspects he will, he puts them on the Black Crown (his hat) instead. He doesn't want then destroyed, so if he knows he's being called or about to go on a mission, he moves.

If you turned into a demon or died, it'd be the same.

Regardless, he cherises them. He genuinely smiles everytime they appear in his vision.

➌ AKAZA

Surprisingly, you are with Akaza the least. Not because of material things like providing for you (even if the others can do that better), it's because Muzan is always sending him to do something. He's always fighting somebody, so you'd hsve a hard time. But regardless of that, you are his first priority. He's standing next to you at all times, or watching from a safe distance if you're going out in a town at night.

He's probably the nicest and least emotionally constipated one, and that is saying something.

He's literally so sweet, a fucking gentleman. He deserves a reward just for that.

(He's the type of bow every time he sees you even though you tell him not to every single time)

Seriously, the man is at your beck and call.

Now, this gift-giving could go however you want it. Ex. You thought something was missing from his outfit and gave him something based on what you've gathered about him. But, this time, let's say you were walking around town—looking at vendors and such. And, you finally decide, 'alright- its time to head home.' And some bold demon who didn't know your status came to attack you. Akaza is jumping to save you, his form was only a couple of feet away. His eyes and ears were trained on you the entire time. And let's say, trying to protect you from (the fool) said demon, those beaded anklets come under fire and broke.

He saved you, so its only natural you remake what he's lost and gift them to him.

"A-ka-za!"

Akaza turns, his full, undivided attention on you. "Yes, my lady?" He notes the sparkle in your eyes and he raises a curious eyebrow and obeys the simple orders of offering his palms and shutting his eyes.

He feels the cold, sphere appearance of the beads and a small smile twitches on his face. "May I open them now, my lady?"

"Mhm!"

His pink eyelashes flutter as he looks down at beaded ankle bracelets that are nearly identical to his old ones. "They seemed a little special, though I'm not sure. But—they broke because of me, and it's significance to your religion, and what they represent to you...so I made two more to replace the old ones. If that's okay! Please accept the gift?"

Akaza smiles and kneels. "My lady, I'd be happy to accept any gift from you. Especially, if you put your time and energy for someone like me. Thank you."

You remind him of Koyuki.

That beautiful smile and kind eyes. It's something he's so weak to. Hence, he's there at your every whim, smiling and ensuring you are as comfortable as possible.

If he couldn't protect Koyuki, he is surely going to fulfill his duty and protect you.

And if he inevitably fails—whether it be to your stubbornness, or the unavoidable truth of life—he'll keep every trinket close to him, honoring your memory as best he can depsite his demonic nature.

❝𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙈𝙔 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇'𝙎 𝘿𝘼𝙔❞

MODERN AU! UPPERMOONS X READER

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🪐: making this at 11:35 pm, can't let the gang know i was busy sobbing cs i ain't got no one. girlfriend day special for the big 3 moons modern au🙏🏾 love yall fr

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kokushibo 🌜

- sophisticated lover boy , he knows when to love and when to be professional regarding you .

- that doesn't mean he won't participate in this day .

for girlfriend's day, kokushibo planned a special and intimate activity for the two of you: a pottery class. the studio was warm and cozy, filled with the earthy scent of clay and the soft hum of spinning wheels. together, you spent the afternoon shaping and molding the clay, laughing and chatting as you worked on your individual pieces.

as the final hour approached, kokushibo gently guided you onto his lap. with his strong arms wrapped around you, the two of you began working on a single pot together. his hands over yours, you both guided the clay into shape, creating something unique and beautiful.

with a tender smile, kokushibo leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before humming a gentle tune against your skin. "it's not much," he murmured, his voice a comforting rumble in your ear, "but i wanted to do something meaningful with you. we could paint these together later and put your favorite flowers in them."

his words, filled with warmth and sincerity, made your heart flutter. he held you close, the moment filled with love and connection. "you're very dear to me, darling," he continued, his lips brushing against your ear, "i love you."

in that quiet, shared space, surrounded by the fruits of your labor and the promise of more cherished moments to come, you felt the depth of kokushibo's affection. the day, filled with laughter, creativity, and tender gestures, became a beautiful memory that you would both treasure for years to come.

doma 🌈

- the most cheerful uppermoon of all cannot be caught not pampering his sweetheart on a day just for her !

- an adventurous day awaits between the both of you!

for girlfriend's day, doma planned a delightful movie marathon for the two of you. his cheerful nature set the perfect tone for a cozy day indoors. the living room was transformed into a snug haven, with blankets, pillows, and your favorite snacks spread out invitingly.

as the first movie started, doma cuddled up beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. his laughter was infectious, and he made funny comments throughout the films, keeping you entertained and smiling. his joy was palpable, making the experience even more enjoyable.

as the movie marathon continued, doma's playful and affectionate demeanor made every moment feel special. he would occasionally lean in to plant a kiss on your forehead or whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his warmth and love evident in every gesture.

during a brief intermission, doma surprised you with a homemade treat he had prepared earlier. "you like it, don't you," he said with a grin, "who wouldn't? agh, i'm treating you so well." his eyes sparkled with excitement as he handed you a plate of your favorite snacks, carefully arranged.

"i hope you liked today, sweetheart," he said softly during one of the quieter moments, his eyes filled with affection. "i love you sooooo much!" his words, combined with his cheerful spirit, made your heart swell with happiness.

the day flew by in a blur of laughter, snuggles, and shared enjoyment of your favorite movies. with doma by your side, every film seemed more vibrant, every moment more precious. the movie marathon was a perfect celebration of your love, filled with joy and the deep connection you shared.

"we're gonna be doing this more."

akaza 🏀

- the strong yet seemingly shy on dates uppermoon has arrived!

- whatever could he have planned?

for girlfriend's day, akaza planned a sweet picnic date for the two of you. he chose a serene spot in the park, under the shade of a large tree, and set up a cozy blanket with an assortment of your favorite foods. despite his shy nature and wariness about things going wrong, he put on a brave face for you, wanting the day to be perfect.

as you both sat down to enjoy the meal, akaza seemed more at ease, his gentle smile reassuring you. you chatted and laughed, savoring the delicious food and the beautiful weather. his efforts to make the day special warmed your heart.

however, as fate would have it, something did go wrong. a sudden gust of wind knocked over the drinks, spilling them onto the food. akaza's face fell, and his composure cracked. he started cussing himself, visibly upset and frustrated.

you quickly wrapped your arms around him in a comforting hug. "it's okay," you whispered, holding him tightly. at first, he resisted, still angry with himself, but gradually, he melted into your embrace. he laid his head on your shoulder, his breathing slowly calming as he took comfort in your presence.

in the quiet moment that followed, akaza muttered softly, "you always know how to make things better. i love you."

his vulnerability touched you deeply, and you gently stroked his hair, reassuring him with your silent support. the picnic might not have gone perfectly, but in that moment, the love and connection between you felt stronger than ever. the hiccup in your plans became just another cherished memory, a testament to your bond and the way you always found comfort in each other.

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🪐: finished at 11:59 pm i ate 🙏🏾 once again, happy girlfriend's day. don't hesitate to hmu for a request. love yall

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normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.

so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?

you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?

“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.

or rather, what was nestled in it.

he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”

you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.

“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.

oh. so that’s what this was about?

you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”

he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”

you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).

“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”

he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.

“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”

you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”

he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.

“you’re a clown.”

“wh- hey!”

“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”

“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”

you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”

his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.

“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.

(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)

— (bllk) nagi (with more emotion n energy😭), reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu (om) mammon, asmo

i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹

@xyaehir 2024. this is my content. do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.

so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?

you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?

“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.

or rather, what was nestled in it.

he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”

you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.

“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.

oh. so that’s what this was about?

you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”

he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”

you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).

“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”

he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.

“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”

you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”

he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.

“you’re a clown.”

“wh- hey!”

“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”

“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”

you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”

his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.

“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.

(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)

— (bllk) nagi, reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu (om) mammon, asmo

i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹

@xyaehir 2024. this is my content. do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

how i feel everytime i read a douma ff

Douma Breeding kink

requested by: @warringwarrioridiot

18+ warning

Other warnings:a bit of a size kink, railing, douma being an ass, oral, breeding, lots of cum-, cream pies, whimpering, forced sex (kind of?), rough sex , swearing, nipple play, cock choking, punishments, bondage, begging

Minors dni

Gender neutral reader

Readers Gender isnt specified except for me saying "RIP THAT POOSAY AYEEEEE-"

Possible grammar or spelling mistakes (please tell me if there are)

It all started when he had been having wet thoughts ever since he walked in on you fully undressed after showering

Like the asshole man he is, he decided to go through with those thoughts

Long story short you were fucked silly

He would never be the same again

he loved seeing you whimper and beg underneath him as he harshly thrusted in and out of you after promising to be gentle

It became a habit of every time you fucked he had to breed you

watching you shake under him as he watched his cum drip out of you before pushing back in with his thumb

"You look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you, darling~"

Ramming his dick into you for hours until your legs feel numb and your begging for him to stop

He likes to make you go on your hands and knees but also likes when you lay down facing him because it's easier for him to see your face

Watching you moan with your head thrown back with an occasional "fuck~" along with it

The way your body bounces as he thrusts into you hard is so addicting to him

"My name, I want you to scream it~"

Hearing you scream his name as you came was like music to his ears

He didn't care if someone heard you, that would only prove further that you belong to him

You think he gets straight to it? No, he'll tease you until your begging for him to fuck you

Him fully clothed, you being quite the opposite with nothing on

"Please..just fuck me already~.." You said as he continued to roll your nipple around

"Not yet dear, be patient~"

He'll eat you out as he fingers your hole to stretch you out and make sure your ready for the tight fit

His dick is like 11 inches I bet

RIP THAT POOSAY AYEEEEEE

"Pretty little thing, taking my cock so well~" he said as he started thrusting harder

He thinks your the most beautiful thing in the world with his seed inside you

As a punishment, he would do bondage, tieing you to the bed as he bullied your small hole

Or sometimes he would choke you with his cock, thrusting slowly in and out of you throat until he came

This mf has a size kink with how small you are compared to him

"Look at you, so small compared to me, I'm surprised your able to take me with your size~"

After torturing your poor hole and possibly rearranging your insides for hours he has his servants set up a bath for the two of you

After cleaning you off, he'll carry you to bed prolly cuz your legs arent working right and bury his face into your neck and allowing

you to rest

...IM SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN BRO🤚

A month has passed since a strange cult took you within its ranks. It wasn't necessarily by choice but it was something you needed to do in order to survive. Your entire village had been destroyed in a sudden onslaught of ferocious demons, massacring all of your friends and family.

You were left with nothing.

For days you had roamed the mountains and with a heavy heart had accepted the fact that you were going to die, be it from starvation, dehydration or some stray demon devouring you from head to toe.

Lord Douma had other things in store for you.

He was a strange one, the man who rescued you. He was oddly easy to amuse and absolutely everything you did was incredibly entertaining to him. One of his favorite past times were when he would simply stare at you as you talk about your life and perform everyday, mundane duties. At first you thought nothing of it - he saved your life, the least you could do was indulge him just a little bit.

Red flags started to show up soon though - the way he would move and carry himself, it simply was not natural. Whenever there was a meal, Douma would not even look at the food or even have a sip of water. You chalked it up to him having his own private meals and decided to think nothing of it.

You had managed to settle within a comfortable routine which just so happened to often cross paths with the great Lord himself. He seemed to greatly enjoy your presence and would have you with him from the moment the sun had risen until wee hours in the morning.

How was he never tired?

Suspicion slowly turned to fear as you noticed that some members of the cult were missing. No one knew what came of them or where they were last seen, as if some foul creature had spirited them away.

You brought up your concerns with Lord Douma but he just called you silly and told you not to worry about it. "Nothing bad will happen to you!" he'd say reassuringly but his words gave you shallow comfort.

Douma, for whatever reason, was also quite fond of physical touch and you were his favorite when it came to that. He was absolutely shameless and would explore your body however he saw fit. Amongst those odd trysts, you noticed that a powerful metallic smell would cling onto him and would never go away no matter how hard you washed his clothing.

No amount of praying could prepare you for the horror you'd encounter on one moonless evening.

You had woken up due to a strange noise and, against your better judgment, decided to investigate. With nothing but a single candle in your hand and a long but thin nightshirt covering your body, you ventures downwards the dark and creepy hallways. It felt as though the shadows themselves were out to get you because you'd flinch at every single sound no matter how miniscule. The closer you got to Lord Douma's chambers the stranger the noises got - giggling, slurping and crunching could be heard as a horrible stench filled the air, a smell so vile that it made you want to throw up your dinner. You'd often ask him what he liked to eat but naturally, Douma would just dodge your question or say something really silly. "It's easier if I eat alone!" he'd say as he caressed your hair. With each step you took the stench became stronger and stronger and Douma's words continued to ring inside your head like bells.

"You see, I'm a bit of a night owl! It's also not smart to come to my chambers without knocking first!~"

You should have listened to him and his thinly disguised warning.

Through the tiniest of cracks you saw Douma on the floor, covered in fresh blood. A wicked grin danced across his lips as he toyed with the severed limbs with the mauled corpse of a young woman, her eyes stricken with fear even in death.

It took you every ounce and willpower to not scream bloody murder.

With the way he was treating the corpse you'd think that Lord Douma was but a child with a precious toy. His light tone and playful gestures sent chills down your spine as you covered your mouth with your hand, a desperate attempt to conceal any potential noises that may escape you. You watched him for a few moments as you let it all sink in, not even realizing just how much your entire being trembled with fear. Just before you could make a break for it you heard Douma speak.

"I know you're there, watching me. I don't know who you are but I can smell you!"

Crap.

Dropping the candle to the floor you could do nothing but freeze as Douma continued to speak, total indifference lacing his voice.

"I would leave, if I were you. I am in a good mood tonight and shall play stupid so I won't turn around to see your face! Now, be a good little disciple and go back to bed!"

Squeaking like a helpless puppy, you ran away with your tail behind your legs, not realizing that Douma knew damn well that it was you. The demon could sense your presence across a giant mountain if need be and your sweet smell would invade his senses every time he would think about you. It was a shame that you saw him in such a state but he really did not want to kill you. He was content with playing dumb and hoped that it would be the same case for you as well.

As long as you kept your lips sealed, everything was going to be alright.

Part 2 here!

I FORGOT TO REBLOG BUT ANYWAYS THIS IS SO I READ THIS AT 2AM DEFF WORTH ITT

Bad Pet pt. 1

Pairing: demon pet Douma x f!reader

Summary: In a world where domesticated demons have become pets and workers you have always stood for their fair treatment and equality. When you rescue Douma, a demon labeled too dangerous to live after biting his previous owners, you find yourself trying to navigate life as a demon owner, while trying to understand the deepening bond growing between you.

Tags: slow-burn. NSFW (masturbation). Allusions to dom/sub relationship which will come to fruition in part 2. Gentle dom!reader sub!Douma. Biting. Blood. Douma eating raw meat. Implied neglect. Reader is always anxious about something. Part 1 approx 11k words.

My Pet Demon AU created by @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi

Dividers by @benkeibear

The shelter was always an uncomfortable place to visit; the air was cloying and thick with the scent of mistreated, unwashed, abandoned demons. But the cheerfully named "special wing" was by far the worst place on earth you had ever visited. 

It was silent as the grave, the air cold and clinical. Each cage was marked with a kanji– 殺 –  meaning that any demon held there was to be destroyed. And the windows. Big bright windows designed to let as much sunlight in as possible, keeping the demons weak.

"He's down in the unit at the end," the shelter attendant told you, giving you a cautious once over. "We really do recommend a male owner for this one. He's–"

"I read his file. I know." 

Douma– sometimes Doma, or Dōma; the spelling of his name changed between owners– had been surrendered to the shelter several times already. He was a designer mutt; breathtakingly beautiful but bred without a single consideration for his temperament. His appearance and outwardly friendly manner had led to him being taken in by many owners, mostly female, all of whom he had bitten. 

But difficult pets were your speciality. You'd even helped the Kamado family with their cantankerous Muzan. In fact, you regularly took care of the demon when they went away on vacation. Oh, he was all snarls and bitter words initially, but after a few sessions he was content to lay with his head in your lap, gently purring as you scratched behind his ears. 

You were good with difficult demons. 

The moment you got the email from the head of the Demon Rights organization that Douma had been taken to the special wing, your mind was made up. You were going to save him if it was the last thing you ever did. You hadn't even given yourself time to brush your hair– not that it mattered. 

Even drained by sunlight and undernourished, Douma exceeded your expectations of demonic beauty. He was tall and angelic in appearance, his eyes like opals, his hair like spider silk lit by the rising sun. His crimson and gold clothing was tight-fitted and sheer, highlighting his muscles and the slender curve of his waist. A smile broke across his face as you approached, friendly and inviting, almost innocent. And completely false.

Looking beyond his beauty, not allowing yourself to be dazzled, you could see those wide, colorful eyes of his weren't full of friendliness at all. They were empty. 

This demon was completely numb to his fate. He was numb to everything. His smile was a mask hiding an abyss.

"He will have to be muzzled on your way home," the attendant told you. "He bit the handler when he was brought in. I really wish you'd reconsid–" 

"I'm taking him," you said firmly. "If he agrees to it."

Douma's smile faltered. Clearly the demon wasn't used to having agency over his own life. "You're asking me?" He grinned at you once more as the melodic sound of his voice filled the room. "How sweet of you. Though, it's either you or the chop, right?"

"That's right." You hated that it was true. His extermination was scheduled in an hour. This particular shelter prided itself on "humane" termination via nichirin guillotine. "I wish there were more options available to you, but–"

"Oh that's alright," he said sweetly, dismissing your concerns with a wave of his elegant hand. "I'll come with you. And I promise not to bite."

All the blood drained from the attendant's face. "You're sure about this, ma'am?"

"Positive. Get him out of there."

There was paperwork to fill out, waivers to sign, a barrage of pleas for you to reconsider your decision, and horror stories from the shelter staff.

But before long you were standing in the cage beside your demon, a cold, nichirin muzzle and shock collar held in your hands. "I'm so sorry. I have to put this on or they won't allow us to leave."

Douma chuckled, smiling widely, "I've been gagged and collared before. Here…" he lifted his hair as though you were about to slip a priceless necklace around his neck, instead of a nichirin cuff with cruel inward-facing spikes and the potential to deliver painful electric shocks. "Don't worry about a thing."

Despite his cheerful facade, the telltale signs of discomfort were clear as you stood close to him; the way his throat flexed as you fastened the collar into place, the way the harsh metallic click made him blink, even though you warned him it was coming. 

Every part of this procedure sapped a little more light from his eyes because he'd been through it so many times before. The corners of his mouth dropped slightly as you prepared to slip on the muzzle, but he still dutifully parted his lips. His eyes remained trained on yours as you put it in place, his mouth closing around it almost sensually. Everything he did, every movement, every word, was polite, affable, and a performance. 

"I promise you can remove it the moment we get in the car. And…" you pulled off your hoodie, offering it to him. "It's sunny out there. Put this on. You'll be a little more comfortable if you're covered up."

His bushy eyebrows dipped slightly as he took the jacket and slipped it over his broad shoulders without putting his arms in the sleeves, instead wearing it like a hooded cape. Whatever made him comfortable–that’s all that mattered now.

He walked obediently at your side  waving cheerfully to the shelter staff as you kept a loose grip on his leash and got the hell out of that awful place together.

You weren’t afraid or aroused by him, and that was weird because humans were always either one or the other… or both. But never none. 

Initially Douma wondered if the chemical-scented air of the shelter had dulled his senses, but even in the close quarters of your car, there was nothing. Not even when you went to remove the collar and gag and exposed your underarms. He’d almost wanted to grab you and stuff his face into them, inhaling just to be sure. But that would probably lead him right back to the cell.

Your hoodie didn't smell of fear either. Just… you. 

You were so odd. 

So interesting. 

You were also either overly kind or stupid. To allow him to sit beside you in the car untethered, to remove his muzzle. He could have torn your throat out before you could even think to scream. 

But he wouldn’t. No. Never. 

Not you, you silly little thing. 

Not unless you pushed him. He’d passed through too many human hands to let his guard down entirely, even if you did seem gentle. 

“Do you mind if I take a look at your gums and eyes?” you asked. “I want to check something.”

Of course he didn’t mind that. He belonged to you now, his body was yours to do with whatever you pleased. And his previous owners had wanted more than a cursory look at his mouth. A lot more. 

“Hm, okay, yeah,” you said thoughtfully as you lifted his upper lip so gently. “You’re definitely iron deficient. What meats did your previous owners feed you?”

“Pork.” He hadn’t enjoyed it much. They’d insisted on having it cooked in different marinades which churned his stomach. 

“Have you tried raw liver? Or beef hearts? Those are rich in iron and might be better for you.”

Oh! Oh yes! Yes, that's exactly what he wanted. Filled with blood, slippery and fresh. Yes. Oh you sweet thing, you. “Oh mommy, yes I would love that.”

You froze. “Mommy?”

“Mm. That’s what my last owner had me call her. Is it okay to call you that?”

You shook your head. “I’d prefer you didn’t.”

“Oh.” What a peculiar human you were. You made no demands of him, you didn’t seem to want to fuck him… so what did you want? “What shall I call you then?”

Your name was far too intimate and a privilege he wasn’t permitted as a demon. “Anything but mommy.”

“Owner? Mistress?”You thought about it in silence for a while as you drove. “Okay. Mistress is fine.”

Mistress. His mistress. Oh he liked the sound of that. 

“Mine?” Douma stood flabbergasted in the doorway to his room, his brittle blue fingernails stark against the ghostly white of his cheeks as he held his face in his hands.

“Yeah, I’m sorry it’s not much."

It was only a small room, barely big enough for the bed, drawers, and tv you’d set in there for him. However, the sunlight was completely blocked by thick blackout curtains, so it would certainly be more comfortable than the cell you’d taken him from.

“I’ve never had a room.” He stepped inside and stared down at the bed before climbing onto it and sitting cross-legged in the center. “You’ll be sleeping here too sometimes?”

“Oh, no. No this is just for you. I have my room and you have yours.” Heat crept across your cheeks at his implication, but you couldn’t blame him for the assumption. 

His file had stated that he was constantly in heat and had regularly mated with his previous owners. But of course, like so much of his record, you knew that this was exaggerated or falsified. It was unheard of for humans and demons to mate; that unbreakable bond of souls and biology was simply impossible across species.

Besides, he was malnourished and stressed– the longer you looked at him the longer you saw signs. His skin, though smooth and on first impressions free of blemishes, was actually dull and far too pale. He had dark circles beneath his eyes, and his fingernails were brittle and cracked. Of course, his time in the shelter hadn’t helped, but these symptoms had taken root long ago. A demon in his condition simply couldn’t enter their heat. 

So… either his owners had lied, or he had faked it while fucking them. 

“Douma, I know you’ve had a sexual relationship with your previous owners but… I want you to know that I don’t expect or want that. At all.”

“Oh.” His opaline eyes remained on you as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of your hoodie, finally wearing it properly. “Then what’s my purpose?”

“Purpose?”

“Yeah. What do you want me to do?  I’m always given a job to do. Usually it’s just to fuck and look pretty… oh but there was the time I spent with the televangelists. I was an angel for Reverend Goodspeak and absolved people of their sins… or pretended to anyway.” His eyes grew wide and he adopted a more helpless tone of voice. “Oh, you don’t expect me to clean, do you? I’m afraid I’m no good at housework.”

“No, no. None of that. Just try to keep your room tidy. You don’t have a job. You’re just… here now. All you need to do is live.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

Fuck. Had you messed up? Was he going to be bored? Would that lead to behavioral issues? Would he bite you next? As experienced as you were with demons, you had to remind yourself that Douma was a unique breed and unlike any other you’d encountered. 

"What do you enjoy doing, Douma?"

He tucked his hands into the hoodie's sleeves and rested his chin on his knuckles. "Hm… dancing."

"Dancing. Okay, I can see if there are any demon-friendly places for you to dance."

He stared, unmoving for what seemed an eternity. It was… unnerving. 

You broke the silence. You had to. "Do you want to take a shower?"

"With you?"

"N-no. By yourself." You cleared your throat. "There's clothing in the drawers. Everything is a little mismatched and weird but they should be comfortable until I can take you shopping."

His gaze slid across to the drawers and he nodded. "Thank you, mistress."

You showed him where the bathroom was and how to work the shower before leaving to give him privacy. 

Standing in your kitchen, you drew a deep breath. Having a demon of your own in your home was so different to helping to care for other people's. But you'd made that decision and it was one which you would have to live with for the rest of your life because you sure as hell weren't taking him back to the shelter. 

You took out your phone, checking through your notifications and updating your friends from the Demon Rights group that you'd rescued Douma and he was settling in. 

He was… wasn't he? 

God, you hoped he'd be happy with you. Genuinely happy, not just pretending. All you could do was make sure his needs were met, give him the best living conditions possible, and treat him as you would want to be treated in this situation.

You'd always been so vocal in the group about how demons deserved the same rights as humans, that they were too intelligent to be kept as pets and should be treated as equals. And now you owned one. 

No, that's not what this was. He wasn't a possession or an object. You were responsible for him. That was a better way to think about it. You'd advocated for years for demons like Douma to have rights by law, but until that day came you would take care of him and try to figure out what exactly lay behind that cheerful veneer of his.

So, first things first. Food. You had some chopped, raw lamb liver in the fridge which you had intended to use to feed the little stray dream demon you sometimes saw down near the train station, but Douma needed it a little more right now. You'd feed the train guy tomorrow night.

"Mistress?"

With your heart leaping into your throat, you spun around at the sound of Douma's soft voice at your back. 

"Oh! Douma!" You put your hand over your chest as if you could quiet your panicked heart. "Is everything okay?"

He was just a foot away from you, naked from the waist up. The towel you'd left for him was slung low on his hips, revealing his muscular torso. His hair was hanging loose, dripping beads of water which coursed down his chest. You made a mental note to leave two towels for him in the future.

"Yes…" he said with a bright smile. "I'm ready for you to dress me."

“Dress you?”

He nodded. “Yes. Make me pretty for you.”

It hit you then: he was a doll. His previous owners had dressed him, preened him, set him on a pedestal to be admired like a prized object, and then disposed of him when he rebelled against them. "You can dress yourself. You don't need me to do that."

He opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes fell suddenly to the pack of liver in your hands. His breath caught in his throat and his pupils widened, the obsidian darkness almost drowning out the rainbow colors of his irises. 

"Are you hungry?"

Nodding, he sat on the tall stool by the kitchen counter and waited. 

You pierced the packet and couldn't help but smile as Douma grew visibly excited, practically squirming in his seat as the scent of meat filled the air. "It's cold… it just came out of the fridge. Should I warm it up for you or–"

"Oh, cold is fine. You worry a lot, don't you?"

"I guess I do." You set the liver on a plate and slid it across to him. "Bon appetit."

The feral sound which emerged from him as he pounced on the meat made your flesh pebble. Goosebumps tingled down your spine as he tore into it, moaning softly, eyelids closing as he savored the flesh. A trickle of blood dribbled down his chin. It was sort of sweet in a horrifically grotesque kind of way. But he was content. That was a step toward happiness.

He swung his feet back and forth as he feasted, humming softly to himself as the blood ran in rivers down his wrists, and dripped from his chin onto his chest and stomach. 

"Maybe I should have fed you before your shower."

He grinned and stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from his palm. "This is wonderful."

That may have been the first genuine reaction you had seen from him. You hoped so, anyway. 

Though maybe that was an act too. Perhaps you weren't doing as well with him as you thought. 

You were such an anxious little bunny, always tending to him, trying to perfect every aspect of his care and scolding yourself if you didn't do exactly right. 

At first he thought he was finally smelling fear on you, but it wasn't that visceral. It was just a constant, low hum of anxiety running through your body. The perpetual feeling that you were fucking up. 

You constantly felt as though there was something prowling, preparing to pounce, but for some reason, that monster wasn't him.

In a way it was comforting. 

You cared. That hadn't happened before. He could see it in the way you'd meticulously affixed the blackout curtains to the window in his room, that you'd carefully accumulated clothes in different sizes to accommodate any demon you took in. It wasn't about him. He just happened to be the one you stumbled upon, the lucky demon in the right place. 

He found clothes that would fit him– a burgundy turtleneck and a pair of beige hakama pants which amused him greatly because they were enormous around his legs. He couldn't stop swishing them. They were far more comfortable than the skintight leather he'd been told to dress in previously. 

Old habits died hard, and he still felt the need to catwalk through the house, posing for you as you sipped your tea. "Am I pretty?"

You simply offered him a friendly chuckle and complemented his choice of clothing. Not him. Not his body. The clothes.

What exactly was your deal? Even when he presented himself to you in the towel after his shower there was no scent of attraction, no rush of hormones. Just… worry. Fussing over his food, scrolling through your phone to try to find activities for him. 

Not being wanted simply for his cock was refreshing and maddening.

"I have to work tomorrow," you told him that evening as you sat on the couch, your tone apologetic as always. "But my cell phone number is beside the landline and you can call me if you need anything. I'm sorry I have to leave you alone." 

He sat cross legged on the floor beside your feet with his back resting against the couch. "That's alright, I'm used to being alone."

That didn't sit comfortably with you. Of course it didn't. Little worrier.

Hoping to reassure you, he leaned closer to your legs, resting his head against your knee. "I don't mind in the slightest." 

The muscles in your legs tensed beneath his cheek, but you didn't move away. The two of you sat like that for a while as you scrolled on your phone, still searching for that elusive demon dance. 

"Screw it," you sighed at last. "I'm just going to organize one. Can't be that hard."

You'd do that for him? After knowing him for less than a day… woah. His eyes lost focus as his mind worked to process this. You still didn't want to fuck him, and you weren't afraid… You were just kind. That was it. Not stupid. Kind. 

But in his experience, kindness didn't last long. It was a well that quickly emptied when he drank too deeply. Douma had spent so many years pretending, he was no longer sure who he was exactly, but he knew who he was when he thought he may have found a friend. He was too loud, too silly, too much. He depleted energy and frustrated the people he cared about. 

Your frustration could spell his death. 

If he wronged you, you might return him to the shelter. So he withdrew deeper into himself and plastered on an amiable, inoffensive smile. "Thank you, mistress. You don't have to do that for little old me."

"I know," you said. "But I want to." 

Those words stayed with him long after you'd gone off to bed in your own room. He lay on his back in the center of his bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to untangle the conundrum that was you. It couldn't be as simple as kindness. Everyone wanted something from him. 

Everyone wanted him to be something.

He just needed to figure out what your something was. Because he would strive to give it to you in any way he could. For his own survival, yes, but… for you too. His mistress. 

Douma was sleeping when you left for work that morning, curled up on his side, still wearing the hakama pants which amused him so and hiding his face in your bundled up hoodie.

You'd written him a quick note, telling him when you'd be back, reiterating that he could call you, and asking him to check your tablet, where you'd bookmarked a page for cruelty free demon collars which would enable him to travel outside your home with you. It was important to you that he chose his own, even if it was just the color. By the time you were done your "quick note" took up an entire page and a half. 

God, you hoped he could read. You scolded yourself for not checking that first.

You kept your phone on you the entire day, checking it constantly in case you'd somehow missed his call.

In the end you caved and tried to call your landline, but there was no answer. Maybe he was still sleeping. The previous day had been a lot.

At lunch time you emailed the Kamados to get the ball rolling on Douma's dance party, and Kie immediately called you. 

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," she said. "I think it would be good for Muzan to get out and spend time with his own kind in different settings."

You smiled. "How is he?"

"He's well. I think he misses you."

You heard the older demon's voice, quietly on the other end, muttering "I do not… When is she coming?"

Kie continued, "I expect you won't be able to visit him as much now you have a demon of your own to care for. Especially given Douma's circumstances."

"Right," you replied. "At least until he's settled. Though maybe it would be good for him and Muzan to spend time together."

"Absolutely not," came Muzan's sharp reply, a little closer to the phone.

You couldn't help but smile. The old demon was a handful, but he was dear to you regardless. As well as lying his head on your lap while he read and had you scratch behind his ears, he had also recently adopted a tendency to nuzzle your shoulder while you prepared his food. It was pretty cute. 

Images of Douma showing similar gestures of affection flooded your mind and made your heart squeeze. Maybe someday there would be an even stronger bond between the two of you. You hoped so anyway. Mutual companionship. Friendship.

“I’ll have my husband email you later,” Kie said cheerfully, sounding so much like her son. “He’s always loved dancing so I’m sure this will be his forte. And Tanjiro is great at rallying people together. I’m sure we can help you organize the event.”

After work you headed home, making a quick detour to the meat market to get dinner for Douma. Demons technically only needed to eat once a week, but he was in poor condition and deserved a little extra treat. You bought a huge slab of liver, as well as a beef heart, and hurried back to your house. 

"Douma?" You called as you stepped through the front door.

There was no reply save for the muffled cries coming from his room at the end of the hallway. Your heart leapt into your throat as you hurried down there to check on him. 

Hell, what were you thinking, leaving him alone the very next day after saving him from certain death? You cursed yourself as you entered his room and found him still lying on the bed, tears streaking down his cheeks as he sobbed into your hoodie. 

"Douma?" 

He didn't respond. He simply cried, babbling nonsense between throat-shredding sobs. His voice sounded so unlike him, so filled with desperation and fear.

It felt like an invasion of his privacy but he was your responsibility, his happiness your duty, so you stepped into the room, getting a little closer until you could see he was still asleep. 

He was having a nightmare. 

"Douma?" You reached out to gently shake him awake. 

You saw your blood spray across the bed sheets before you even felt the pain of his fangs piercing your flesh.

Demons didn’t need to breathe to survive. The only reason their lungs still worked at all was to enable air to pass through their vocal chords and allow them to speak. 

But as Douma waited outside the bathroom, he could neither breathe nor speak at all.

The taste of your blood remained on his tongue; a taste he was biologically programmed to crave. But he couldn’t savor it. Even if you were undoubtedly his last meal. 

He hadn’t meant to bite you, he truly hadn’t. He didn’t even remember doing it. Everything had been so hazy, so sudden, so violent. 

“It’s okay.” You’d repeated that phase twenty times before he finally agreed to wait outside the bathroom while you patched yourself up. 

He simply sat on the hallway floor and stared at the crack of light underneath the bathroom door, knowing he should feel fear. He was going to die, afterall. You were kind, yes, but kindness only went so far. It didn’t extend to demons who had torn their owner’s necks open. 

And yet, he felt nothing. He never did. No happiness, no sorrow, no fear Just… numb. Empty. Nothing. He was an object. Not a living thing. Objects didn’t feel; they simply looked pretty and waited to be used as the real people saw fit. 

The moment your shadow appeared beneath the door he was on his feet to be the first thing you saw when you stepped out into the hallway. You were paler than usual, trembling a little with the shock of it all, forcing a smile. But you still weren’t afraid of him. There was no scent of fear or anger emitting from you as you approached. 

“I’m so sorry.” Those words should have come from him, but you were the one who spoke them. “I didn’t mean to startle you. And I shouldn’t have touched you without your permission.”

He still couldn’t fill his lungs to speak.

How were you this gentle? Was this world with you so different from the ones he previously inhabited? He hadn’t even bitten his other owners in such a potentially deadly place. Oftimes it was an arm blocking his exit, a hand raised in anger, one time a breast shoved in his face. All those bites had led to his immediate banishment, then off to the shelter to be picked up and sent back time and time again until finally he had enough black marks against his name he was considered better off dead.

And then along came you. You who simply stood looking sheepish, as if ashamed to have caused the bite. It didn’t matter that he was bigger, stronger, deadly, an object, a monster. You reeked of guilt and that nervous energy you could never shake. 

Oh, his poor anxious little doe, what was he going to do with you?

“Does it hurt?” he finally managed to ask. 

“It stings a little but I’m really okay. It looked bad but once I got myself cleaned up it was just a couple of scratches.” You took a step forward. “And please know that I’m not sending you back to that awful place. Ever. No matter what.”

His lungs filled for what felt like the first time in forever. 

You simply carried on as if you hadn’t just flipped the world on its axis with your words. “Are you okay?”

Was he? He wasn’t sure. He was still empty yet strangely uncomfortably full. There was a desire he couldn’t speak sitting at the back of his throat, one so absurd he was embarrassed even to think it. But he wanted to hug you. He wanted that reassurance that you weren’t angry with him, or afraid to come near him.

“Please speak your mind,” you said softly.

“Hm?” He plastered on a friendly smile and dismissed your concern with a wave of his hand. “Oh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. I’m just happy you’re okay.”

Later you fed him the heart of a cow, and Gods, he had never tasted anything so wonderful. His toes curled while he ate his fill, blood running down his wrists and chin once more as he hummed in contentment.

“So, heart and liver are Douma approved?” you said with a smile as you ate your dinner opposite him, not in the least bit squeamish. “I’ll get you more.”

He nodded happily and sunk his teeth into the left atria of the heart, sucking out the blood before chewing the flesh. Somehow this meal tasted better than any he had eaten before, and he knew it wasn’t just the cut of meat. It tasted good because of the reassurance that there would be more. You weren’t going to throw him out for being a bad pet. 

He was safe with you. 

“Thank you,” he said, wiping his chin on the back of his hand. Gods, he was making a mess. His last owner would have chastised him for it. Not you though, you sweet, fucked up little thing.

“You're very welcome.” You set down your fork and watched him fondly. “I spoke to some friends of mine about organizing your dance, by the way. I think it’s going to be great.”

“You’re too kind to me, mistress.” He meant it too. He’d lived in mansions and megachurches, but there in your humble little house, he felt more comfortable than he ever had. And that was all on you. 

“No, you deserve kindness. Please don’t doubt that.”

“Even though I bite?”

“Yes. Always.”

What a sweet little smile you had. Sweet sweet sweet. Everything about you was sweet except the taste of you; he’d hated that more than anything. 

“Oh!” your eyes widened with a realization. “I suppose you didn’t see my note about the collar?”

He shook his head in confusion. “I slept all day.”

“That’s okay. You must have been exhausted. Well, it’s just that to go outside, as you know, you’re supposed to wear a collar.”

“Yeah… the shelter gave you one for me, didn’t they?” Even though you’d gently placed it around his neck, the nichirin spikes adoring the interior of the collar had stung relentlessly. Even after you had so kindly removed it in the car, his skin was irritated from it. That collar had been designed to keep him miserable, docile, to shock him if necessary.

You shook your head. “I’m not using that one. Absolutely not. No, that one is… it’s barbaric. I want to buy you a new one. The kind that can’t hurt you. And I want you to choose it.”

What a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. A feathery sort of feeling which made him want to squirm. You just cared so damn much. He despised wearing collars–they constantly felt as though they were choking him– but he would absolutely wear one for you. 

Then again, if he understood the law correctly,  he didn't think he'd have to. 

A week passed before the package from the collar company arrived. Douma was beside himself as you sat on the couch and waited for him to decide whether he wanted you to close your eyes or watch him open it. 

"… okay, watch me. Wait no… close them. Close them… yeah."

You did as he told you, his excitement warming your heart and setting your mind at ease. Some part of you couldn't help but feel guilty that he had to do this. But that box may as well have been from Tiffany's the way he grinned when you'd placed it in his hands. 

There was a lot of shuffling and finally a metallic click.

"Okay, open," he said softly. 

You opened your eyes and… well… it wasn't a collar. He was wearing a harness. 

It was made of sturdy black leather, with a thick strap encircling his torso just below his pectorals, and two more straps over his broad shoulders. The shoulder straps were then connected by two more smaller ones across the top of his chest which were joined by a nichirin hoop above his sternum, intended to enable the demon's owner to attach a leash.

Strapped up like that, it was plain to see that Douma had filled out in the week since you'd picked him up. His chest looked especially soft and full, spilling over the bottom leather band. 

"Well? Whaddya think?" he asked hopefully. 

"It's lovely! But… is it allowed as a substitute for a collar?"

He nodded. "There's a clause in the leash law that says bad pets may wear a harness instead of a collar if the collar will exacerbate bad behaviors. And as we know, I'm the baddest pet of them all."

He said it so proudly you couldn't help but smile. "You're not bad in the slightest."

His smile faltered as his gaze slid to your neck. You'd kept the wound covered so you didn't worry him, but you'd lied through your teeth that day. It was a little worse than you'd insisted. In fact, you'd had to close the wound with butterfly stitches the next day because it wouldn't stop bleeding. 

No way were you going to the emergency room though. They'd know it was a bite and the next thing you knew Douma would be taken away. That was never going to happen on your watch. Anyways, it was starting to heal. No harm done. 

"The mall is open late tonight," you said, distracting him from the bite. "Wanna go shopping?"

His eyes brightened. "Oh! I would love that!"

The mall you had in mind was one of the more demon-friendly places in town. It stayed open late and even had a vendor selling raw meats and treats for demon pets.

After hitting a few stores and buying Douma some more outfits (mainly hakama pants– these ones even swishier than the first pair) you bought him a "demon boba tea" which consisted of bone broth with little chunks of liver chopped up to simulate the tapioca pearls.

He sipped it contentedly while you made your way to a homewares store together, your grip on his leash as loose as possible. Not that he seemed to mind it. 

"If you see anything you want for your room then let me know," you told him as you walked through the soft furnishings section. 

He found no less than eight throw pillows he struggled to choose between.

"They're all so soft!" he mused as he went back and forth between them. "And the colors are so pretty! Oh! I can't decide. You decide for me, mistress."

In the end you bought them all. 

Your credit card was practically sobbing as you headed out of the mall and back to the car with both you and Douma encumbered with shopping bags, but the smile on his face seemed a little more genuine as he gazed up at the moon and pulled in a breath. 

"Mistress?"

"Hm?"

"I've lived with billionaires less generous than you."  He loaded the bags into the back seat of the car and gave the pillows one last parting squeeze before closing the door. 

"I wish I could do more… maybe next time I get paid we can–"

He gently tugged the leash connecting you both, as if you were his misbehaving pet. "Shh shh, little dove. You do more than enough. And I don't just mean the things you buy for me. Everything. All of it. You…" He stopped and looked away, but for a moment you could swear his eyes weren't just empty pools reflecting the colors of a rainbow. They were full of… pain. But the effect was only momentary before he smiled sweetly and said, "How silly of me. I lost my train of thought," and sucked on his boba tea straw. 

You couldn't even imagine what he'd gone through, what he'd endured. All you could do was create an environment safe enough that he knew he could open up about it if he needed to. 

That night on your way to bed, you walked past his room to see him lying comfortably among his new pillows, your hoodie still bundled up by his head. 

It seemed to serve as an extra way for him to block out the light as he slept. You resolved to double check the blackout curtains and try to figure out how to close the crack at the top and bottom of his bedroom door. Clearly you hadn't been as thorough as you thought you had. There was always room for improvement when it came to his care. 

"Would you like me to wash that?" You asked.

"No!" He looked aghast, propping himself up to stare in horror at you. "Do you want it back?"

"Oh, no. You can keep it if it helps you sleep. I was just worried it smelled bad."

The tension ebbed from his body as he placed his hand on the garment. "Thank you, but no, it doesn't." He pouted thoughtfully. "Though… if you wanted to wear it again and then give it back, I wouldn't mind that. Just don't feel as though you have to wash it for me."

One morning, about a week later, Douma was trying to sleep as you tiptoed around the house trying to get ready for work as quietly as possible. But there was something preventing him from fully drifting off, and it wasn’t the subtle sounds of you making your breakfast. 

It was the smell of blood; your blood, coming from between your legs.

Of course, that was nothing new to him– he’d had owners who had menstruated in the past, but he’d never been quite so aware of it. Maybe it was your blood type or some kind of hormonal shift, but something was drawing him to you. He simply needed to be close. It was almost a protective instinct.

This was certainly new.

After about half an hour of tossing and turning he finally decided to get up and say good morning before you left. The moment you saw him– mother hen that you were– you jumped up and closed the blinds in the living room, depriving yourself of the morning sun for his sake. 

“Douma, are you okay?”

“Mhm. Just… a little hungry I think.” 

That hum of anxiety grew louder and it was almost as if he could read your mind. You were worried you’d been underfeeding him, despite giving him three times the recommended meals for demons. The burgundy turtleneck he’d taken to wearing only two weeks ago now stretched very tight across his muscles. He liked how he felt now. Comfortable. Stronger.

Still, he wasn’t about to turn down fresh meat as you pulled a bag of chicken hearts out the fridge and set them out for him. 

“If you like, I’ll swing by here and pick you up after work and you can come to the meat market with me? You can see if there’s anything else there which takes your fancy.”

Your scent mingled with the smell of the hearts made his mouth water. “Thank you, mistress. I’d love that. And I hope you have a wonderful day today.”

“I hope you do too.” You slung your purse over your shoulder, your movements a little more sluggish than usual. “Are you sure you’re not bored here by yourself?”

Worry worry worry. That’s all you ever did. You worried about health, his happiness, even things in the past you could never change. Goodness, you even worried when you were going out of your way to do things for him, like arranging the dance. You'd admitted more than once that you felt terrible for asking the Kamado family to help since they'd pretty much taken over the project entirely with their heartfelt enthusiasm, and you felt as though you'd failed.

And now you were worried that here in this comfortable house with his own room, TV, books, the tablet, eight cushions, swishy hakama pants, and more freedom than he'd ever been given before that you were screwing up by committing the unforgivable sin of going to work. 

He gave you his most reassuring smile and shook his head. “Oh, don’t be silly. I’m fine, really. I’ll nap and watch TV and wait for you to come get me.”

You smiled weakly, one hand coming to rest on your belly. Oh, you poor thing. He might not have been human or in possession of a uterus, but he knew you must be uncomfortable. He could smell your hormones running riot, sense the twisting pain in your muscles. And there you were going to work to be able to afford his care. 

“Call out.” He spoke before he’d even processed what he was saying. “You don’t have to feed me as much as you do.”

A little crease appeared between your eyebrows. “You want me to stay home today?”

Did he? “Yes.”

“So you are bored?”

“No! Heavens no, I just… like it when you’re here.”

Goodness… that was true, wasn’t it? He liked living there, but the house felt better when you were in it. Despite the care you’d taken to ensure he had entertainment and assured him he was to see himself more as a roommate than a pet, he still often felt as though his days were simply spent waiting. Hearing your key in the lock gave him peace.

The temptation in your eyes was quite adorable too as you considered staying home. “I do have cramps…and quite a bit of PTO I need to use up by the end of the year. So you wouldn't have to eat less.”

Oh! Oh! This was marvelous. You were going to stay home with him all day. He was winning. “You do look sick, mistress. You could stay home. I’ll make you some tea, and we can watch TV together! And maybe if you feel better later we can go to the market. But if not, it’s okay! I can wait.”

The corner of your mouth lifted. “You’re so sweet, Douma.”

If he had a heart, those kind words might have made it flutter, but he’d been reassured all his life that he didn’t. He chalked up the light, squirmy feeling in his chest to hunger and opened the bag on the counter, throwing a chicken heart in the air and catching it between his teeth. 

You spent the first hour of your day off psyching yourself up to making the phone call, and the second hour flipping between worrying that you hadn’t sounded sick enough, or that you’d made yourself sound too sick and they’d think you were faking. 

It must have been exhausting, having your brain. 

Douma simply sat patiently on the couch, scrolling through the categories on Netflix. As you paced across the living room, your movement wafted the air past him and he couldn't help but notice your scent. Comforting and maddening, as you so often were to him. 

"Little birdie, you're flitting around so much. Your heating pad is waiting here with your tea."

"You're right, I'm sorry Douma, I'm just not used to calling out and– oh my god, are you bleeding?"

Was he? He didn't think he was. He knew the scent of his own blood very well, and there was none in the air. "Where?"

"Your head." You took a hurried step toward him and paused. "May I take a look?"

"Oh! Yes of course! Go right ahead."

He appreciated you asking first, though it wasn't necessary. It had only been a little over two weeks, but he trusted you. You never got angry and lashed out assuming he could take it because he was a demon. You never treated him as anything less than human, in fact. 

You were comfort and safety. And home. 

So, yes. You could touch his head. 

A shiver traveled down his spine as you carefully parted his hair and began your investigation. 

"Hm… it's not blood," you hummed thoughtfully. "This is so interesting."

The back of his neck tingled as you sat beside him, carefully parting and smoothing down his hair. It felt lovely. 

"Your hair is changing color right at the roots but only on top."

"Oh? And it looks like blood?"

"Yeah. Have you always been blond?"

"Mostly. One of my owners had a thing for redheads so they dyed my hair orange. And another wanted my hair white and bleached it."

You frowned a little. "I wish I could bite them all."

A snort of laughter burst from him. "With your little human teeth?"

The laugh which emerged from you in return was the most joyous sound he'd ever heard. Because he had made it happen. 

When you withdrew your hand, he missed your touch immediately. His head moved in the same direction almost of its own accord, chasing out your caress, eliciting a look of confusion from you.

"Don't stop… please? Investigate more."

"Oh, but I think it's just a color change, hopefully a sign that–" He nudged your hand with the top of his head and felt his heart lift when you chuckled. "You want me to play with your hair?"

"Yeah!" 

His entire body tingled as you obliged, your fingers threading through his golden strands so carefully, so gently. He closed his eyes and sighed, lost in the sensation. 

He wasn't sure exactly what TV show you settled on watching as he sat there in total bliss, but he presumed it had something to do with motorcycles and their noisy, rumbling engines. It didn't matter. He was so relaxed it could have been anything. 

"You're purring," you said, your tone quiet and kind. 

Was he? Is that what that was? None of his previous owners had ever gotten him to purr before. They'd done things to his body that felt wonderful, but they had never evoked that response. 

Yes… this was all most definitely new. 

By the end of the day he was sprawled across the couch, legs dangling off the end of the armrest and head resting against your hip as he existed in a state of blissful, floaty… loveliness. 

He opened his eyes to gaze at you and felt something flop in his chest. You were just so relaxed, so peaceful, watching the TV and running your fingernails over his scalp, sending shivers through his body with the gentlest touch.

A soft sigh escaped him, drawing your attention. 

You smiled down at him. “Do you like being here, Douma?”

At some point or another, every owner had asked him if he was happy, if he loved them, if he wanted to stay with them forever. But you hadn’t actually asked that at all, had you? 

Because you understood that happiness– just like any emotion– was complicated for him, that he wasn’t quite sure if he was really feeling it or whether his mind was telling him that he should be. That part of his mind was a mystery he often worried he would never fully understand. 

But you understood him so well, cared for him so deeply and so innocently. In just a couple of weeks you’d shown him more kindness, more respect, more care than anyone ever had in all his years. He didn’t feel like an object with you. He felt like… like a person.

“Very much,” he said. 

And for the first time in his life, he meant it. 

Later that night, you and Douma headed out to the meat market. He wore his harness so proudly, walking beside you through the various stalls, drinking in the myriad of sights, the cacophony of voices and machinery, and the overpowering scents of the meat. At first you’d been worried that it was all too much for him, but your worries soon dissipated. He seemed enamored with it all, yet he stuck close to your side, the leash slack between you as you kept it hooked loosely around your pinky finger.

His rainbow eyes were wide and attentive, his perpetual smile flashing at every stall owner, even the ones who had signs reading “NO DEMONS” pinned to their registers. 

You let him choose his meat from the friendlier vendors; liver and heart were by far his favorites, but he also wanted to try skirt steak and venison. After paying for those, plus a large mutton shank, you made your way across town to the abandoned railway shed you were overdue to visit. 

“Do you want to wait in the car? Or would you like to meet the train guy?”

Douma barely considered it for a moment before responding. “I want to meet him. Of course! Who is he?"

He was such an extrovert, energized simply by the thought of meeting someone new, whereas you had to psych yourself up to talking to people you’d known for years. But you didn't have that issue with Douma, strangely enough. With Douma you felt at ease. 

In fact, spending time with him at the end of the day helped you recharge. 

"He's a stray demon. I think he was abandoned out here. He likes trains and his name is Enmu."

"Enmu…" Douma sing-songed his name with a friendly smile, as if practicing how to say it to him in the most pleasant way. "Yes. Let's go and see him."

The air in the shed was thick and dusty as you stepped inside and found yourself swallowed by the darkness. Of course, Douma could see perfectly well without any light at all, but he waited patiently for you as you stumbled around, moving slowly so you didn’t hurt yourself on a piece of rusty metal or broken wood. 

“Hello? Are you here?" Your voice echoed around the seemingly abandoned shed. 

A moment later, bright, warm light illuminated the shed, dazzling enough that you had to cover your hand with your eyes. But once your vision adjusted to the assault you could see the familiar abandoned train carriage, lit from within.

"Is it you?" A soft melodic voice called out. 

"ENMU!" Douma called with a friendly smile. 

"It's me, Enmu," you said reassuringly.

"Ohh! It is you, and you brought another demon to my home." Logically you knew his movements were simply faster than your eyes could register, but it seemed the dream demon simply appeared out of thin air on top of the carriage, arms stretched out gleefully as he inhaled deeply. "I thought you'd forgotten me."

He was dressed in an archaic tailcoat and formalwear, giving him the appearance of a haunted porcelain doll. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't forget, I've been very busy, but I hope this makes up for it," you replied, holding out the bag with the mutton shank. You didn't have time to blink before the dream demon whisked it away with his preternatural speed and stood gnawing on it from his perch on the carriage. 

He wasn't normally so jittery, but you chalked that up to Douma's presence, especially since food was involved. But Enmu seemed happy with the meal. He sighed contentedly as he stripped the flesh from the bone.

The excitement emanating from Douma was palpable. You could feel his desire to interact, to make friends, to socialize with his own kind

"Do you want to take your harness off so–"

"No!" Douma's eyes widened as his hand shot up to cover the buckle. "No, please."

There was a different quality to his voice, an emotion you had only heard once before, that afternoon you came home from work and found him dreaming. The day he bit you. 

Fear.

"Okay… you can keep it on. I just didn't want you to feel weird about wearing one when Enmu isn't."

"But it's our harness. Mine and yours, it's important. Don't leave–"  He snapped his lips shut and looked down at his hand before his brow knitted together. "That was silly, wasn't it?"

Your heart squeezed at the realization that he saw the harness as a bond between the two of you, not a means of imprisonment. But that fear… God, did he think you'd brought him to the train shed to be rid of him? Was there some part of him that worried you would abandon him like his previous humans had?

His bright smile was hiding fear, as it so often did. 

"Douma… I promise, I'll stay right here. If you want to go and make friends with Enmu, I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere without you, okay?"

He dipped his head, tucking his chin against his chest, his hair falling forward to reveal the strange blood spot color change. Gods, you hoped that was a sign you were doing well and not a symptom of even worsening health. But you didn't think so. Douma looked beautiful the first day you met him, but with every passing day he was filling out and looking healthier.

The corner of his mouth slanted before he brought up his hand once more, this time to unclip the leash from his harness. "There… you keep that part, I'll keep this. Yes? And we'll put it right back together in a little bit."

"Yes," you said with a smile. "I'll wait right here. Take as long as you like." 

Oh, your heart was surging at the sweet gesture. But it was more than sweetness. It was trust. The bond between you was strengthening by the day.

Douma and Enmu sat atop the train talking for over an hour as you busied yourself with your phone, updating the Demon Rights page on his progress. 

As you typed, your phone began to vibrate in your hand as a call from Kamado Kie came through.

"Hello?"

Silence. 

Perhaps she had butt-dialed you…

"Why haven't you come?" A male voice said at last, deep and beguiling; it was a voice you knew very well. 

"Muzan?"

"You haven't visited me in a while."

The hairs on your arms bristled as he spoke. "I'm sorry, I've been so busy with Douma, and–"

"Douma." He said his name like a curse. "The bad pet. The biter. I've heard of him."

It seemed impossible that the sweet, amiable demon sitting, kicking out his long legs as he chatted to his new friend could have such a reputation. But then again, he had bitten you, and accident or not, it had been a savage wound, even if the ‘attack’ only lasted a split second. 

"Be careful. That demon is cold and unfeeling. He won't hesitate to harm you. I want you to visit me."

"I'm being careful, Muzan," you said as gently as you could. "I'll be okay. It's so sweet of you to care–"

As expected, Muzan ended the call. He always did when he'd said what he had to say. 

It was strange; you were always so worried about everything, but not about your safety when it came to Douma. You trusted him implicitly. Perhaps because deep down you knew that he risked more harm in your company than you did in his. Demons could bite, yes, but humans could break, and he'd suffered that cruelty more times than you could know.

"Mistress?" His voice snapped you from your reverie and drew your gaze upward. "I'm finished. Enmu is going to sleep."

"Okay." 

“Do you think he can come to the dance? I haven't invited him yet but I think he’d like it. He seems a little lonely.”

Although your heart ached for the dream demon, there wasn’t much you could do. Not legally anyway. “He’d need to have an owner to be able to come. If someone saw him wandering around without a collar he’d be picked up by the shelter and then who knows what could happen to him.”

Douma nodded in understanding and cast a glance back toward the train. “Then can we visit him again?”

“Of course. I'm so sorry it has to be this way.”

"Oh, don't worry about it! Really. It's just the way of the world. I don't mind it in the slightest."

"It won't always be this way. We're fighting to change it." 

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "I'll still belong to you though, right?"

"No, you'd be free–"

"Then I'd choose to belong to you. Without a second thought." He threaded his thumb through the metal loop in the center of his harness. "Can we…?"

You stood and a strange sensation washed over you as you clipped the leash back to his harness; relief. Relief that Douma was with you, that you were both where you belonged. Together. 

Two weeks later, Douma noticed that his hair was growing at an unmanageable pace. Every time he showered he clogged the drain with golden strands but it never seemed to thin. In fact, it grew thicker. 

The red spot at his crown was bigger too, now noticeable even without parting his hair. At first he worried that you wouldn't like how it looked but if anything it seemed to make you proud. 

"Your claws are looking better as well," you said as he drank down the demon boba tea you'd picked up for him on your way home. "They don't look as brittle."

That was true too. His claws had always broken and peeled, but now they shone, strong, sharp, and pale lavender beneath the kitchen light. Of course he kept them retracted most of the time. The last thing he wanted was to pluck the furniture, or his beloved pillows. Or you. Definitely not you. 

"Do you want me to shape them for you?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah, I'd love that!"

He enjoyed your little touches; always so respectful, always consented to, always so loving. He didn't really mind what you did to him. You didn't give him that uncomfortable, closed-in feeling his other owners did.

In fact, most of the time he forgot you were meant to be his owner, which he supposed was by your design. It was only when you put on his harness that he remembered, and each time he got that swirling, fluttering feeling in the pit of his belly. He liked belonging to you.

But then again, he couldn't feel happiness, could he? He'd felt numb to joy his entire life, he'd been told time and time again that he was a void, an inhuman doll incapable of emotion. His only purpose was to look pretty and serve his owners. 

No… that's all his purpose had been. With you it was different.

"Mistress, what does happiness feel like to you?"

You pondered it as you took a file out of your manicure kit. "That's a tough question. It's hard to describe. I suppose… it feels like you're full. There's nothing more you want and you're completely satisfied. You feel content, I guess."

Really? That was all? It seemed too simple to be something he had been denied all his life. 

And of course he felt that with you. Every time he saw you he felt full to bursting, like his body couldn't contain the amount of… of… 

Gosh, feelings were hard to describe, weren’t they?

You made him ache. You made him feel like he was flooded with light and warmth. He wanted for nothing, because you fulfilled everything he could ever desire just with your presence in his life. 

"So," you said gently as you carefully filed the tip of his fingernail to make it safe and rounded, "I got a call from the Kamados and they've finally found a venue for your dance."

His heart skipped. "Oh how wonderful! Where is it?"

"Well, it's a little unconventional. You see…" You paused, clearly uncomfortable from the way your face pinched momentarily before you continued. "Many places don't accept demons…"

"Oh, I know that. Honestly it's okay."

"Well, the Kamados managed to find a place that would. It's a lap dancing bar."

His eyes widened with excitement. "I love lap dances!"

"Yeah?" You chuckled. "You like getting them?"

"Giving them!" 

You paused, your eyes fixed on the tip of his nail. "You do?"

"Mhm! Do you want me to show you?"

The sudden shift in the air was unmistakable. It made his heart race and his body grow warm, and he realized as your face turned a shade darker, that the change was coming from you. 

The thought of him dancing for you, grinding his hips against you, was turning you on.

"You don't have to do that," you said diplomatically. 

But you wanted it. He could feel it, a flutter of arousal in the air. Finally, finally after weeks he was in familiar territory. 

So why did it feel so different?

Why was his face growing warm too? Why was he struggling to fill his lungs as he took your phone from the arm of the couch and found a song he liked with a sumptuous rhythm. 

“Douma, you don’t–”

“I want to.”

Addictive heat emitted from your body as he danced, parting your thighs and undulating his hips against you. More than blood, more than flesh, he wanted to please you, to feel the rush of pheromones coming from your body. He craved it like nothing else he had ever known. 

What was happening to him? 

It had never been like this before. 

Douma moved with fluid grace, his hips rolling against you, sending a flood of heat through your body. It was sudden and it was wrong. You were no better than the others as your breath caught in your throat. Your body reacted to his; hot and needy, craving more than just the simulation of sex. 

Yes, he initiated it, but you were enjoying it. And that made you bad. 

“Douma–”

“Hush, little lamb. You worry too much.”

Gods, every cell in your body pulled toward him. Hot breath shuttered between you, both yours and his, your faces mere inches apart, his hands capturing your wrists and placing your palms on his abdomen so you could feel his muscles flex.

“Am I a good pet, mistress?” His words were like honey against your ear. “Tell me I’m good.”

Your throat closed. It was impossible to breathe or to swallow. And yet you managed to whisper, “So good.”

The song ended, leaving you both breathless and shaking, your lips so close it sent a deep ache spearing through your core. 

“I’m happy with you, mistress,” he whispered. “I truly am. For the first time in my life. I feel full.”

You nodded, swallowing hard to try to free your throat. “That’s all I want. And… I feel the same with you.”

That night as you lay in bed the sensation of his body against yours remained, along with the ache and the guilt of enjoying it. Douma was yours to care for, your responsibility, your pet. And yet, you couldn’t stop your hand from slipping down between your thighs at the mere thought of him.

It had felt good. It still did.  His body tingled with the memory of yours, your heat, the little gasping, shivering sounds you made as he danced for you. He couldn’t shake the image of your eyes; the visible war between desire and reluctance. 

Of course you worried that you were taking advantage of him, silly rabbit, but he’d wanted it. You’d done nothing to coerce him, even if your guilt told you otherwise.

But your scent…

He’d never felt so intoxicated before, so drawn to a human. He could still smell you on his skin, as though the essence of you had seeped down into him and he could never be rid of it again. And he didn’t want to be. He wanted more.

He wasn’t exactly sure when his hand had wrapped around his cock, only that he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into the tunnel of his fist when he thought of you. The air was thick with you, your heat, your arousal; and that it was caused by him only made it more exciting.

He pressed his heels into the mattress as he fucked his hand, feeling out the rhythm that felt best, the one he wanted you to—

Was that wrong to think? Was it wrong to imagine your hand on his cock, your mouth, your pussy? It certainly felt right. 

Not that he had much–any–experience with this. Oh, he’d been pleasured before, countless times, but he’d never done it to himself. He’d never felt the need to. That urge had been as alien to him as happiness.

But now… now he was a glutton for it, gasping, panting, sweating as he imagined you riding him, telling him he was good and beautiful and yours.

“Mistress… please…” he gasped into one of his cushions, inhaling the scent of you from your hoodie, the one he still had tucked away since the first day he came to you. “Please, please, please.”

He pulled the cushion and hoodie onto his face, muffling his cries as he came, inhaling your scent, imagining your heat, your bodyweight on him instead. And as he lay there, panting in the aftermath, his hand warm and sticky, his body shaking, he realized that not even the new excitement of self pleasure would be enough to sate his urge. 

It wasn’t enough because you weren’t in his arms. You weren’t there to tell him he was a good boy for cumming so much for you. You weren’t there to pet his hair as he fell asleep. 

As he stared at the ceiling, Douma realized that he needed you.

He wanted you. He loved you.

Continued in Part 2.

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Thought: Douma/Doma Biting 

Theme/Warnings: Biting and some blood 

Word count: 505 words 

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Douma is such a cutie!! 😽

I desperately need cheering up, so I'm breaking the glass on my emergency comfort menace.

NSFW below the cut. F!reader.

Douma x Chubby Reader

"Oh woah! Look at you!

Aren't you scrumptious?"

Douma is going to shower you in compliments, so much so that you're not going to know if he genuinely means it.

"You're so soft! You're like Mochi! Haha I bet you taste sweet too. Oh but I'm not going to eat you, it's just an expression!"

He's gonna eat you...

... out multiple times per day.

Douma LOVES to have you cumming on his tongue

"Let me hear you, pet... let me hear you scream..."

Likes having your soft thighs wrapped around his head.

He's not going to have any boundaries when it comes to giving you affection. He'll be rubbing your tummy because he likes how soft it is, blowing raspberries on you, poking you to make you squirm, waking you up to squeeze his cock between your tits.

Oh, and he's telling the truth by the way, he isn't going to eat you.

As long as you stay with him, love him and continue to be his soft little mochi, he'll keep you forever. Won't that be nice?

And he'll make sure you're happy in every way he can. You're going to be so pampered.

(Just be chill about... y'know... some stuff)

Now, if someone makes you feel bad about your appearance he's not going to get it for a while.

Honestly, he's probably going to laugh and say it's silly. Why would you care what someone else thinks (other than him).

It'll take him time to understand that you feel like shit because of someone else's words and that you're internalizing the cruelty.

And then it's going to hit him that someone undid all the love he showed you with just a few simple words. Even if it's temporary they're going to pay.

If the person is a woman she's dinner. If they're a man he's sport.

He'll probably have the body (or the pieces of it anyways) sent to Akaza... poor thing needs to eat more or he's never going to get stronger... that's probably why he's always in such a bad mood.

Then he'll head back to you, get on his hands and knees while you're sat on the end of the bed, and lay his head in your lap like the big, silly golden retriever he is when he's not murdering people.

"What's the matter, pretty flower? Ya still sad?"

"You know, I like all of you." He smiles, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his chest. "All the things that person said about you are things I love about you. Besides, they're dead now, so who cares what they think?"

He'll do all he can to cheer you up. You're not much fun when you're moping.

Loves long make out sessions. He likes to see you blush from his kisses, you adorable little thing.

"Dead?"

"Mhm! All gone. You don't need to feel bad anymore. No one plucks the petals from my lotus."

He'll fire up the water pipe, get you both all relaxed and giggly, and then he'll dance with you, spinning you around the room, pulling your body to his.

You won't quite be sure when the dancing ended and the fucking began. But before you know it he's pounding into you, fingers gripping your hips.

He likes making ripples.

And leaving bite marks. Always.

Gotta let everyone know you're his 😀

he would be the type of person to go wayy too far into fucking you, wether it will be during a dinner gathering or... in the balcony. he would either have your stomach pressed against the cold railings or make you hold onto them while he abuses your sopping hole from behind. it doesn't matter if it's too risky, embarrassing, or humiliating, he would not care. not even a single bit.

it will turn him even more on if someone across the apartment building is also out in the balcony, having the chance for the person to see just two people making love at night in the balcony, now that's some murda b shit.

he'll press his chest against your back and place his hands ontop of yours, keeping you still. his lips inches closer to the shell of your ear as his hot breath fans over it. you're practically begging him to slow down and do this somewhere else but he refuses, he just wants to show the world what kind of slut you are for your boyfriend/fiancé.

"hm? you're sayin' that this is embarrassing? then how come you're creaming all over my dick and tightening around me huh? silly girl, you're enjoying this."

"tsk, tsk, what a whore. you enjoy being watched by the people across from us while i fuck you dumb eh? i should do this more- fuck- more often.."

he just loves to humiliate you, doesn't he?

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