#douma x fem reader

[warringwarrioridiot]

Pretty Little Thing.

Douma x Fem Reader

CW: Slight manipulation, Heavy smut, dirty talk, humiliation (?), Kinky af, Douma being Douma, teasing, praise, slight degrading, creampie, repeated orgasm, etc.

Requested by: Anon.

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Definitely body-worships, Bros gonna treat you like a fucking goddess

Loves telling you that your scars are beautiful, he loves seeing that love-struck expression every time.

Loves marking you, definitely loves marking you.

Will go gentle at first but that's only if you're a virgin, otherwise say bye-bye to your walking privileges because you're a Steven Hawkins kinnie now.

What's your wheelchair color?

Even if you are a virgin, he still gonna make you scream his name.

He's gonna summon the combined virgin power of overstimulation and a husky voice to make you cum.

This cunt is a tease, he will constantly deny you orgasm. Fucking asshole

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"Look how needy you are, you adorable little slut!~"

Douma teased as he shoved his fingers in your tight cunt, relishing in the sound of your desperate pleas for more.

Normally you were stubborn and a rather blunt woman, but under his touch you were helplessly submissive.

"Douma please.. It feels so good.."

You whimpered as he moved his hand faster, barely able to think straight.

"You're so cute.."

He murmured, smirking as he felt you tighten around his fingers.

He loved how easy it was to tease you. You got so flustered when he talked to you in a honey-sweet voice.

"Aw, are you getting close?"

He leaned down and gently kissed your neck, nibbling at that sensitive spot in the crook of your neck with his signature smirk.

"You already know what I want to hear out of that pretty little mouth.."

You looked up at him with a flushed face, breathing heavily as you breathed out a reply.

"Please.. Please let me cum.. I promise I'll behave.. I promise.."

Douma grinned and moved his hand at an almost inhuman pace, causing you to squirm and moan his name at the top of your lungs.

This only made Douma's pride swell, a soft groan escaping him as his girthy cock throbbed at the sight of you. Your curly hair was disheveled, your eyes were half closed, your cheeks were flushed, and your wet pussy was swollen from all the previous orgasms.

God you looked so beautiful...

The knot in your womb tightened as you released on her fingers, now laying on your stomach with a thin layer of sweat glistening on your skin.

"Just one more thing, Darling.. One more thing.."

He mumbled as he slowly unbuckled his belt, a soft sigh of bliss escaping him as his dick leaked with precum.

"You want to be fucked, don't you? You want to please me so bad, my adorable little fox.. I know about those dirty little thoughts you have, you filthy little whore.."

You felt like you were about to faint from the overstimulation, but the way he was cooing to you and calling you such dirty things made you want his throbbing cock in your hole so bad..

You pressed your plump ass against his pelvis, staring up at him through thick eyelashes.

"Fuck me like a slut.."

You whimpered out, biting your lip with a pleasure-drunk smile.

Douma chuckled before shoving his dick inside your wet cunt.

"Good girl.."

He cooed while slamming his hips against yours, the sound of wet skin slapping together and lewd noises of pleasure filled the room.

He couldn't help but groan seeing how cute you looked as he fucked you like an animal. Oh how he loved seeing you like that..

He felt you tighten around him and grinned, moving his hips as fast as he could with a flushed face.

"So fucking tight.."

He leaned down and bit your neck, moaning as he neared his orgasm.

"Look how eager you are!"

He cooed teasingly, leaving small love bites all over your neck.

You couldn't even think straight! You were so drunk on his dirty praise you didn't realize he was about to creampie you. Not that you minded.

He whimpered out your name, biting his lip as his movements grew sloppier and more desperate than before. He acted like a dog in heat whenever he was about to cum..

Eventually, he orgasmed, pressing against you while stuffing you with his cum and giving you a creampie. (Again.)

He panted like a dog, his handsome face buried in your neck. He wrapped his arms around you and snuggled with you like a puppy.

"Gee, I thought you were supposed to be a tough warrior.."

He teased, laughing as you bit his arm.

"Shut up! You're lucky I love you .."

Douma continued to laugh, and you couldn't help but smile as well. He was so handsome when he laughed..

You both were blissfully unaware of the cultists in the next room, who were completely traumatized by the lewd things they witnessed..

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[taiga-demarco]

"Taiga...why is your pinterest feed just..... Douma?"

"ALSO WHY IS THERE A PREGNANCY AD? ARE YOU NAKING OUR WITH MEN?"

(As:@ask-kaede-tsuriko)

"1, DOUMAS HOT AS HELL"

"2, Doumas got a massive breeding kink.."

[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

He knows you better than you know yourself.

The way you like your ice cream, and the fact that you’ll always need a napkin after it starts dripping.

You get too distracted looking at your phone or something in the window displays and don’t even notice that ice cream is about to fall onto your white blouse until he’s got his hand cupped underneath the cone, catching the mess while also using the napkin to cover the bottom.

He knows how your body works, the sigh of contentment when cool air wafts over your needy pussy, the soft whine that escapes your lips when his cock finally sinks in…

You’re easily distracted in bed too, always making a mess because you were too enraptured in the pleasure he was giving you to even realize you were reaching your fourth orgasm of the night. He never minded though, he made sure to place a towel under your bottom so it didn’t get on the sheets.

He just adores the faces you make, the little whimpers and the pleading. “M-make it better, please… wanna feel good!”

And he would, because he knows exactly how to make you feel better.

He understands your needs like no one else ever could.

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||GOJO ||GETO ||NANAMI ||CHOSO ||TOJI ||KURAMA ||KURAPIKA ||CHROLLO ||ILLUMI ||LEORIO ||ARMIN ||RENGOKU ||SANEMI ||GIYUU ||GYOMEI ||DOUMA ||AKAZA ||MUZAN ||YOUR FAV ||

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Lip stick trend♡

I SO DESPERATELY WANT TO KISS THE UPPER RANKS <333

Warnings: just kissing, fluff, adding fem muzan and nakime in this, a little suggestive on Karakus part

Akaza

- doesn't understand why you want to kiss him with lip stick on but allows it

- tries not to smile each time you give him a kiss but kissing his forehead and nose made him break character

- has you on his lap while you kiss him

- he'll sit there in silence and you'd think he's tired of your bs but in reality he doesn't want you to stop

- boots his ego knowing your praising him with kisses and loving him

Douma

- very needy with it

- whines your name when you haven't kissed the same spot at least twice

- wants to share your lip stick and kisses you on the lips every minute or so

- would be all smiles and very talkative about how nice your kisses feel

- just like when you felt like you kissed him enough marking up his face you see douma frown knowing you had at least another hour with him

Kokushibo

- you'd really have to convince him

- Finds it a waste of time but when he seen the disappointment on your face thinking he'd reject the idea he makes time for you to do your act

- wouldn't want that many kiss marks on his face but he admits he really likes when you kiss his lips, chin and nose

- would stare at himself in the mirror for a good 5 minutes before wiping off the lip stick with a light grin

Fem muzan

- is the one leaving kiss marks on you

- would leave just enough kiss marks on your face but not too much and would leave some on your neck and collar bone

- would remind you who you belong to and how greatful you should be for muzan to do this trendy idea with you

- wouldn't want you washing it off for a solid week

Aizetsu

- He's so gloomy and always frowning but telling him you want to kiss him with lip stick on made his eyes light up

- would keep asking for more after every kiss you made

- would ask you to do this whenever he felt sad about you possibly leaving him (which is all the time)

- he would bring back any lip sticks he could find just for you to use and kiss all over his face again

Sekido

- you had to beg him for days just to do this trend and he finally gave in

- he would constantly complain about how your making a mess on his face a mess and how the lipstick might stain

- he'd get quite after complaining and would enjoy it without telling you

- would threaten you to not to this with the other clones, only him

Karaku

- he agreed with no hesitation but he wanted to wear lipstick and kiss you as well

- putting lip stick on Karaku was the fun part since he did look really pretty with it on

- he'd want you lipstick marks all over him, all over like his face, neck and chest and abs

- would kiss you everywhere as well and show you off to the other clones feeling very proud of himself

Urogi

- like Karaku he agreed with no hesitation because the idea of you leaving lipstick marks on him sounded fun

- one thing Urogi won't admit is that he's a little self conscious when it comes to his sharp tallons when it comes to anything soft since he only used them for fighting so he avoided hand holding

- you mainly left kiss marks on his claws and and he looked at you with a flushed expression loving how you didn't find his claws disturbing

- he makes sure to not have your kiss marks washed off his claw for a while

Nakime

- Had the time and didn't mind the idea

- She allowed you to kiss her face feeling very comfortable with you seeing her face from her bangs

- keeps asking when your done so she can kiss you to leave her lipstick marks on you

- she'd straddles your lap and holds your face kissing you all over and gives you a smile

[nina-renmen]

How Male demon Kny Characters are in bed pt.1

I seen something like this on here and I thought I’d hop on the bandwagon. Minors DNI!! (This isn’t revised or edited)

This can either go one of two ways. He either A) is super gentle and sweet. He’d most likely prep you before and initiate aftercare. But this would only happen if you two were together for a long time (like three years for example) and the relationship is serious. He might be rough with you if you asked him to or he had a bad day. But let’s just say this man lives for plush thighs. Especially if you sit and your thighs go into ‘pillow mode.’ It drives him crazy. Or B) He’s super rough with you. Not that you mind, but he could be a bit more gentler with you. He dosn’t prep you as much as he would if you guys were together for a long time. He wouldn’t be much for Praise instead he’d be a bit more degrading. Aftercare would happen but it wouldn’t be as sweet. He might lay with you or take a nap or a bath with you but that’s about it.

This man is instantly respectful towards you. Especially if you’re a woman. If you’re a girl he’d see you as a delicate flower that needs to be taken care of and protected. But if you wrap your legs around his waist while he’s thrusting into you it’s like a switch that’s turned off. He’s instantly burying his face in the crook of your neck, he may or may not bite you. His thrusts will go deeper and harder, his grip on your wrists will tighten and he’ll pull you closer into him. He might even put you in a mating press. Either way, whether he’s feral or he’s gentle he’ll always praise how tight you are, or how pretty you sound.

He lives between your thighs….No one can change my mind. If this man could, he’d eat you out all day, every day. But sadly he can’t since he has his duties to attend. But don’t think that he won’t take a quick snack early in the morning or just before you go to bed. This man has no shame. He urges you to scream his name, to let all of his followers know who’s making you feel this good. He loves it when you pull his hair. The harder you pull his hair the more he’ll eat you out. He likes to see you on top of him from time to time. He loves looking up at you, especially if you’re struggling to take him fully. He wants you to ask for help, so he won’t move to help you out until you push your pride aside and ask him to take over.

I feel like he’s a bit more traditional since he was raised in a different era. Hell court you first before me makes any sexual gestures or tries to take you. When that does happen, you’ll find out that he has a lot , A LOT of energy. He’ll fuck you from dawn all the way to dusk if you let him. If he’s feeling a particular way he’ll put you in a mating press so you can’t squirm as much. He likes seeing you struggle at times when you’re overstimulated. He’ll tease you until you’re crying and begging him to just get on with it. He’s in the middle about making you scream for him. One part of him wants you to scream his name, and moan so everyone knows who’s making you feel goo. But the other part of him dosn’t want that. He feels that only he should be able to hear your moans. None of the others are worthy of hearing such a tune.

Bottom…..That’s all I have to say. The first time is his actual first time. He’s never even touched a woman sexually before. Sure he’s thought about it, but he’s clueless. You’d have to take the lead. He’s be a little bit stiff at first, he wants it he really does. But he dosn’t know where to put his hands. You’re gonna have to teach him how to make you feel good. But don’t worry he’s a quick learner. After a night or two your positions will switch and your thighs will be squeezing around his head. Gyutaro is another one who will eat you out all day, every day. The only thing that’s different from Doūma is that he actually has the time to do it. So if you agree to it, he’ll shove his face in between your thighs until the sun goes down. If you try and move away from him because of overstimulation he’ll only pull you back and hold your lower half slightly above the ground so you can wiggle free.

[thee-horny-thicky]

upper moons *incuding muzan* with a fem S/O who has a hyper sensitive pussy???

The Upper Moons with a Sensitive S/O

Before I begin, I'd like to say the Upper Moons has no business being so fine. Like, after writing this, I'm so tempted to write a gangbang fic 😭

Gyutaro:

Starting from the bottom, we have Gyutaro, since he’s the reason he and Daki are upper moons. Chances are, you met him when you became employed at the brothel Daki worked at, and he was quickly enamored with you. He’d watch in the shadows as other men enjoyed your cunt, fascinated with the sounds you made, and with how responsive you were. Your moans and whimpers had an authenticity that the other women lacked, and it didn’t take long to figure out why. You were a sensitive little thing, and all it took were fingers rubbing over your clit to make you soaked.  Gyutaro took note of the things that made you scream and memorized the fastest way to make you come. He knew he wasn’t a looker—at least in his eyes—and that he was scary to most humans. So, he’d make up for his lack of looks by learning to please you.

Surely, he could get you off better than those creeps that pay to fuck you.

When he finally gets his hands on you—I’ll let you decide the method—he’s testing everything that he learned. He’d start off tame, rubbing your pretty pussy with his fingers until you came. It didn’t take long, and that was a huge boost to his ego. Then, he’d crawl between your legs and lap up your juices, shoving his tongue inside you and then angling it upward to stimulate your G-spot, his sharp teeth scraping your clit. He’d quickly grow addicted to your taste and stay between your legs for a while. Only when his hard-on became too bothersome to ignore would he impale you with his length, drawing another orgasm out of you by the time he bottomed out.

By the time he’s done ravishing your cunt, you’d barely remember your name.

Gyokko:

I would like to use this moment to say that I found Gyokko’s true form finer than I wanted to admit, so that’s what I’m basing this on. And, his true form has big hands, which he’d happily use on you. He’d get off on seeing how many of his fingers your sensitive cunt could handle, laughing as you started to whine about it being too much. Instead of it being a deterrent, he’d continue fingerfucking your stuffed pussy, teasing you as you come all over his hand.

But his fingers aren’t the only way he’d get you off.

 His cock happened to disappear when he became a demon, and the location of his mouths are too inconvenient to get you off.  But worry not, because his hands aren’t the only option, as he had rippling abs. He’d encourage you to rock yourself against his rock-hard abdomen, giggling maniacally when you orgasm just from grinding against him.

Hantengu:

 So, this man basically has split personalities, and each one will treat your sensitive pussy differently from the others. But for the sake of brevity, I’ll speak about what they all have in common; they practically worship your cunt. It’s so easy to get you riled up and knowing that they’re the cause of that slick dripping down your thighs is an ego boost to them all. Playing with you calms Sekido’s anger and fucking you nice and hard is a surefire way to put him at ease. Slurping up your juices makes Aizetsu feel twinges of joy, and he never feels happier than when you’re calling out his name. Urogi giggles like a maniac as he teases you. He’s mindful not to do too much, knowing how easily you come, forcing you to beg for the orgasm that you desperately need. And Karaku makes a game out of making you come as many times as possible. He likes to give himself a time limit to give you a certain number of orgasms. As the clock ticks, he’ll finger, lick, and fuck you to climax repeatedly, until you’re a sobbing, overstimulated mess.

Hantengu’s main form, Zohakuten, and Urami are not included. Zohakuten has the form of a child, Urami would be a pouty bastard as how easy it is for you to come, and inflict pain on you as a result, and Hantengu himself would be jumping and yelping the moment he sees your pussy, as it’s just too much for him to handle.

Akaza:

First, let’s be clear. Whether you’re a demon or a human, this man will not let any of the other upper moons near you, especially Douma. You’re his woman. Not only does he want to protect you, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have you, and your sensitive cunt only makes him more possessive of you. Your pussy is magic to him, and he refuses to let anyone else experience it. You and what lies between your legs is his second chance at happiness, and he won’t let it go.

Moreover, he doesn’t think anyone else can please you as he can, and you only deserve the best.

This man lives to worship you, and when he’s not on a mission for Muzan or hunting, he’s likely caring for you. Caring for you obviously includes fucking you, and bringing you orgasm after orgasm.  He’ll treat you like the most precious thing in the world, and making you feel good is his way of showing how much he adores you.

Akaza refuses to eat women, but he’ll eat pussy like it’s his last meal. The taste of your juices is the sweetest thing to him, and only when you’re begging and pleading for him to stop does he cease licking your glistening folds and sucking on your swollen clit. But that doesn’t mean he’ll stop. No, he’ll simply tongue your asshole, as human conventions don’t apply to him.

If that’s a little too much, he has no issue fucking you. His large size means you have to be well-stretched and lubricated to take him without pain, so unless you’re absolutely dripping, he’ll refuse to put his dick in you. Luckily, his oral skills and your sensitive pussy mean that’s an easy task to achieve. And once he’s pounding you into the mattress, you’ll be drooling, and cock drunk in record time.

Douma:

The. Biggest. Menace. Douma can’t take shit seriously, and he’s strong enough to do what he wants without consequences. That includes fucking with you, no matter how much you protest. The moment he discovered how sensitive your pussy was, you’d never have a moment of rest. He enjoys seeing what can get you off and especially favors teasing you with his mouth. Greedy man he is, Douma has to taste your slick every day. He'll force you to starve off your orgasm for as long as possible, before suddenly switching to drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. When you beg him to stop, one of three things will happen.

He’ll impale you with his length, the lubrication your previous orgasms provided making his large dick slide in with ease. How quickly you get cock drunk amuses him, and his stamina means you’ll be there for a while. When he’s done, he’d push his cum back into you.

He refocuses his attention on your ass, rimming and fingering your tight hole to compare how sensitive it is to your cunt. Your whines for him to stop only encourage him, and once he's done with his evaluation, he’ll fuck your loosened hole, before cleaning off and restarting the cycle all over again.

He’d push you to your knees and start using your mouth like a fleshlight, making you swallow every drop of his cum.

Kokushibo:

Like Akaza, Kokushibo will guard you with his life, and keep you away from the other moons. He rarely shows himself, and he expects you to follow his lead. He values privacy for a multitude of reasons, and when you came along, playing with your pretty pussy became one of them. When you’re laid in front of him with your legs spread, Kokushibo has never been thankful for so many eyes. He’d savor the image of your throbbing clit and gleaming folds, the way you shudder as the cool air grazes your cunt driving him wild.

When it’s too much for him to bare, he’ll trail a finger along your slit, testing how wet you are, before pushing two fingers into your needy hole. As a swordsman, he’d be good with his hands, and have you coming undone quicker than normal.

 When he craves a test of you, he’ll bury his head between your thighs, keeping all eyes on you as he slurps up your juices. The faces you make as he unravels you with his mouth drive him wild, and it won’t take long until he’s putting you on all fours to fuck you, thrusting into you until your puffy folds are dripping with slick, before filling you up with his seed.

Muzan:

Last but certainly not least, the mastermind behind it all, Muzan. Now, Muzan has an array of personalities and personas, but I’ll focus on his true form and his feminine form. Muzan, being the manipulative bastard he is, would employ tricks to keep your devotion. That includes rewarding and punishing you. You’re lucky he has a soft spot for you because he’d still want you to be intact, no matter how mad you make him. So, his punishment of choice is building up orgasm after orgasm, an easy feat considering how sensitive you are. After he’d spank you until your ass is red, he’d keep you laid over his lap and finger fuck you, ordering you to hold each climax until he tells you otherwise. If you disobey, Godspeed.

He'd spear you with his cock, fucking you fast and hard, forcing you to come on his dick over and over again. His position of choice is doggy, as he can easily spank you or switch to anal. If you’d been very bad, he has a whip in hand to flog your back as he splits you open. If he noticed you giving too much attention to another upper moon, he might just fuck you in front of them to assert dominance. He’d want them to know that your cunt is his, and just to prove that he'll cum in you. As your folds drip with his seed, he’d spread your lower lips so the inspiration of his jealousy could see that he’d marked you from the inside, slapping your puffy pussy as you whimper out complaints.

He tries to hide this fact, but he does feel pleasure in his feminine form. And yes, Fem!Muzan does have female anatomy. In this form, Muzan likes to experiment and is especially fond of 69 and scissoring. As you lap at Muzan’s cunt or rub yours against his, Muzan can understand how you unravel so easily, as something about his pussy being played with always makes him orgasm harder. He can also better understand how sensitive you get after coming. If he’s angry with you, he’ll use this knowledge against you. But if you’ve been a good pet, he’d go easy on you, and allow you to eat him out instead of playing with pretty cunt.

I hope this satisfies your curiosity 🥰

[xjulixred45x]

Can I please request the female douma in hasbin hotel I just saw the new trailer and thought about my favourite demon lazy demon .

Ohhhh, Hazbin Hotel! That pretty cool! Deal ;)

Thanks for the Request ❤️

Hazbin Hotel x Douma Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: Douma itself is a Warnings (Cults, cannibalism), Hell, Alastor, mentions of alcohol, long work.

You died during the Taisho era, in Japan. having lived a fairly long and…full life, so to speak.

You were born with a unique appearance! with Rainbow irises that made you extremely popular in the area where you lived.

So much so that the people in your family believed that you had a special gift for speaking with the gods, so they formed a cult around you.

without knowing that in this way they would be awakening the darker side of your being.

As you grew up, being worshiped by the cult your parents had made, you couldn't really learn to differentiate emotions, which was frustrating. You wanted to feel SOMETHING, anything. have the experience.

and you tried everything.

do good things, do bad things, help the cult people with words you didn't really mean, scam, hurt, hurt animals, hurt yourself, hurt others in multiple ways, etc.

Even if they generated a certain feeling of emotion in you, you wouldn't say that they filled you up.

until you decided to try killing certain disciples and eating them to get rid of them.

and it was a success!You finally started to feel the emotions that others talked so much about!

Although of course, not all good things come for free, when you died there was no doubt that you would fall to hell, and so it was.

Honestly, You were very surprised to have fallen into hell, not because you didn't deserve it, but because you were an atheist all your life, believing that everything you preached was a lie.

And it turns out that it was true?? How curious.

but it didn't mean you wouldn't take advantage of your new playground.

With your natural charm, your unique and striking appearance (almost the same as you were when you were human) you were able to convince several low-ranking demons to trust you with their souls, rising in rank exponentially.

To make it easier for you, with your demon abilities you created a place similar to what your cult was like, there you could more easily control the people who gave you their souls.

In record time you became an Overlord. one quite well known but very mysterious. One that had a striking appearance and powers, but was rarely seen.

You could do anything you wanted in hell! which made the scope of your misdeeds increase exponentially, you couldn't be happier!

If we're talking about interacting with Hazbin Hotel's rl cast, of course you did! You were somewhat curious to know how Lucifer's daughter's attempt at humanitarian aid would fail. Also, bother Alastor? You are in!

Technically you already knew Alastor, you two died at similar times (you died before) and you saw how he rose very strongly among the Overlords, you liked him.

Unfortunately Alastor did not enjoy your company in the least, precisely because it made it very difficult for him to read you, either because of your lack of GENUINE emotion or because, like him, you used the trick of always having a smiling and pleasant facade.

Still, of course, he would rather be killed again than admit that.

But it was really a shame, he found some aspects of you pleasant.

For example, your taste in Canibal cuisine, Alasror recognized that you had good taste in that aspect.

Apart from that, you came from a VERY rich culture and spoke fluently in both English and Japanese, which was a great sight. Alastor normally wouldn't think that someone (at first glance) so airheaded would be able to speak a language like that so fluently.

but he is definitely something like your Akaza.

I mean, every time you push him out enough, Alastor will use Elrich magic on you and destroy you in the most grotesque ways possible.

That's until he realizes that you like it when he does that! That you make him hurt you on purpose because you're a masochistic son of a bitch!

The worst thing is that he doesn't realize this until Husk tells him...having already known you for years.

Speaking of, Husk doesn't trust you, not in the slightest.

he thinks you're a freak, a second Alastor but even worse, at least Alastor is honest about how horrible he is unlike you.

He serves you drinks when you ask, but if he can, he throws the glass directly in your eye or head, simply because he can. for your delight.

He is quicker to realize your intentions than the average person, and if he realizes that you want to turn one of the hotel members into your "dinner" he is drawing the cards SO FAST---

lots of offensive nicknames, to counteract the "affectionate" nicknames you give to people you know.

Don't touch it or ask it by surprise. Have you seen how cats do when they step on their tail? that's Husk when you surprise him.

Charlie...she's insecure about you.

and she feels BAD about it! She is supposed to be impartial and that everyone deserves a chance to change their ways! but you...well, it's you.

Charlie is not so naive, when more than one member of the Staff warns her that you are bad news, she is considerate of them and tries to make you leave, they have already had incidents with Overlords before, she wants to believe that you are different.

but it proves quite quickly that not when you show your more... somber side.

She tries to be cautious, failing miserably because she wants to know everything about you. You are someone very interesting!

Charlie definitely didn't have much of an idea who you were when she met you, your name did ring any bells, but she didn't think it was that important ---

until you casually blurted out the information that you had a fucking cult.

and that you eat demons.

FROM THE SAME FUCKING CULT YOU HAVE.

There Charlie decides to put into practice everything given in "setting boundaries" and tells you that although she likes how... you liven up the atmosphere of the hotel (and the air conditioning in some way) she DEFINITELY does not want to associate with you having Alastor.

if she KNOWS that you are trying to do something against the hotel or any of the staff members (especially Vaggie)...ohohoho buddy, prepare yourself for an ANGRY Charlie ready to show you WHO'S THE BOSS HERE.

(She definitely tries to get several members of your cult to go to the hotel with her to protect them from you).

You get on Vaggie's nerves. A Lot.

not only because you cool everything you touch, but because you are very similar to Alastor.

She knows you're hiding something, that you want something from them but she can't get it out of you easily, so she's content to just watch you from a distance and make sure you don't mess with anyone.

VERY PROTECTIVE WITH EVERYONE WHEN YOU ARE THERE, it increases the hotel's defenses by 130% and keeps you away from where others are.

You definitely like to annoy her by calling her names that are too friendly for your type of relationship or even using her as an armrest. In these types of cases you usually receive a few good punches in the ribs or a headbutt.

If you try to get too close, she applies the pilot's weapon to you, that is, she takes out her angelic spear and threatens you with a lot of violence. cursing you in Spanish in the process.

She's not as intimidated by you as she is by Alastor, but she definitely doesn't think you're safer for any reason.

less after finding out what you do with the people in your cult.

good luck keeping Vaggie from killing you!

Angel Dust is scared of you, like, really scared.

It's not because you're similar to Alastor, or because you're a Cannibal, or because you're a powerful Overlord. not at all.

It's because you are very similar to Valentino.

You pretend to be a good person, that you give a shit about what happens to the people at the hotel, but really no, it's all fake. REALLY fake.

you feel nothing.

and that terrifies him. He doesn't know how he acts around you. so Angel avoids you as much as he can, going near the fireplace since you don't like the heat, or near Husk.

he keeps making jokes at your expense, but it's really his way of handling the situation.

apart from the fact that Angel genuinely thinks you're pathetic, because you couldn't find any other way to enjoy your life and another life other than hurting people.

that's pathetic.

Yes, she won't let you be near the most vulnerable residents, like Niffty (when she's drunk) and she definitely won't let you be near Fatt Nuggets.

Try him and he will show you what he lived by while he was alive.

Niffty isn't scared of you in the slighleast.

In fact she is attracted to you on many levels, but Alastor will NEVER LET you be even a kilometer close to her in his presence.

In fact, there is a high possibility that you and her will secretly become friends, but Niffty better take care of herself around you.

She makes you use your ice powers so she can make things in the snow, snow angels, dolls, kill bugs with snow picks, etc.

she likes you and you like her :) surprisingly.

Sir Pentious is quite similar to Angel with you.

Sir Pentious is very aware of your reputation as a fearsome Overlord and definitely does not want to join the list of victims with his Eggboys, so he stays as far away from you as possible.

He has tried to make inventions resistant to your frozen currents, since it costs Charlie quite a few resources (because you don't pay a shit for what you break, you cheapskate) and certain artifacts that counteract your ice powers.

He brings several of his smoke machines to the hotel when he knows you're coming to visit (and if you come as a surprise, most likely everyone will hide in Pentious's warship because it's very hot in there.

Yes, he doesn't let his Ehgboys be near you in the slightest, he tells them horror stories with you like the big egg-eating monster.

and if you try something with his Minions PREPARE FOR THE DEATH RAY--

In general, you are a pain in the ass for everyone, everyone, always :)

^when they find out You come to visit

Thanks for the Request ❤️

[kyojurismo]

i think if akaza found out their slayer gf was persuaded to wear the same uniform as mitsuri, he'd kill the kakushi. If it was Douma, he'd secretly keep it so their gf would... 'model' for them (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

WAIT OH MY GOD

i imagine akaza being all happy because you received the new uniform (the last one was damaged badly in battle) but when he saw how revealing it was he almost walked straight into a wall to keep looking at you.

“what are you wearing?” he would ask, looking at your uniform more closely. “my new uniform,” you’re all smiles and chuckles. there’s no way you would wear something like this so easily, you told him that even the old one, more confy and large, was a bit bothersome. how could you wear something that is barely holding your breasts in and that shows 99% of your legs?

don’t get me wrong, akaza won’t be the type to order you around and choose what you should wear, he was just confused.

“but it’s different from the old one,” he notes, trying to reason with you. “well yeah, the kakushi who made it said it was especially for me,” the way your cute smile is curving your lips is distracting but he tries his best to stay focused.

“especially for you, uh?” is that.. jealousy?

needless to say, akaza visited the kakushi in question and threatened him to make you a real uniform, he stayed with him during the whole process to make sure he would do his job. after that, he smiles at the kakushi as if nothing happened.

he would offer you the new uniform, so you could choose what to wear on your own. that because he respects you but wants you to feel comfortable. 🥹

douma would straight up threaten him too, get you the new uniform and say “i’ll take care of this one,” smiling innocently as you hand him the more revealing one.

no surprise, he sometimes ask you to wear the old one so you can walk around and could admire your beautiful body. “you’re stunning, petal. look at yourself,” predatory eyes…

[p1err0st4r]

☆ | author's note : remake of my CRUSTY ASS OLD HC , if it will look the same as it looked in fucking spetember im going to delete my blog /j. Im sorry that Doumas part is kinda short. I didn't have ideas. Old hc here !

. . warnings ★ : mentions of violence , cannibalism ; gn!reader ; killing incects.

Postly ( wtf ) music recommendation !

𔓕   ..     ┊    Kokushibo !

Kokushibo off all people doesn't care about your hobbies or your job. You like pinning poor little insects to wood and study them ? You got it. He's a busy man and had killed hundreds if not thousands people , he has seen wilder shit in his life span and your sadistic little hobby is NOT it.

He thinks it's silly. You can be considered a doctor.. yet you decide to spend your time on... insects. How stupid.

Since he travels all around japan he tends to see many insects , if it's summer, early fall or late spring , he sometimes might bring them to you , but ut's once in a blue moon. He doesn't want the dirty insect out of NOWHERE anywhere near his or your skin. Plus it might be dangerous , he doesn't want you to get hurt.

You're really passionate about it , so you tell him about it every single day , in different amounts. He looks unamused at the very least, but can repeat everything you said with every pause and nod that you made.

Despite thinking it's useless he'd still cherish your little hobby. It's a part of you after all.

𔓕   ..     ┊    Douma !

Douma om the other hand is more fascinated by your hobby ! ( probbaly because he knew some things about entomology )

Come on , this man had hundreds of cultists under his name , they had numerous hobbies ! Im sure he knows alot.

Tries to stay by your side while you work , or lets you use his room to work in. ( gets whiney when you wanna work alone )

He's INVESTED , he actually tried to copy your working patterns and ut's becoming like you two are siblings. You don't mind though because you think your work rate is pretty sudficient .. though getting bit by bugs isn't really pleasent.

@P1ERROST4R ON TUMBLR. Do not repost / translate / copy my work.

[doumadono]

Congratulations on reaching 3k followers! I hope you will reach an even higher number, you really deserve them for your talent and hard work! 💞💞

Before I make the request, I want to say that I really find it comforting that you have time for your hobbies and your medical career. I am in my last year of med school and I took intensive care in consideration. Sometimes I worry that I will have to completely abandon my love for video games and anime, but I found out there is still hope, even though my free time will definetely be more limited fjshshdhs.

I wish you infinite success on your medical path! ⚕️🧠

And for my request, I thought of:

- a Douma with a f!Reader

- sfw headcanons

- prompt no. 32. Sleeping in the same bed for the first time from 002 SFW.

Douma & Reader in the same bed for the first time - headcanons

A/N: I truly appreciate your kind words! Congratulations on being in your last year of med school and pursuing intensive care – that's an incredible accomplishment! Remember, while your free time may become more limited, it's heartening to know that there's always room to enjoy the things you love. Keep nurturing those interests – they can be a valuable source of respite throughout your medical journey. Wishing you all the best in your final year and beyond! 🌟 Once again, thank you so much for this lovely request, as well as for your warm, kind words ♥

MASTERLIST

One evening, you find yourself assisting Douma in preparing for an upcoming meeting with his followers. The tasks keep you busy, and as the night wears on, exhaustion creeps in

After noticing you're growing exhaustion from spending long hours with him, Douma suggests that you rest in his chamber. He assures that it's merely for your well-being, and you hesitantly accept his offer. "You seem exhausted, my dear. Perhaps you should rest for a while."

Douma's chamber is unexpectedly serene, adorned with soft, silk drapes that flutter gently in the breeze coming through opened door leading to the private part of the garden. You're surprised by the calming atmosphere, finding solace in the tranquil surroundings

As you settle into bed, Douma hums a soothing melody, his voice surprisingly melodic. The gentle vibrations of his humming lull the you into a peaceful slumber, chasing away your anxieties and tension

"What's that melody? It's beautiful," you ask

"It's an old tune," he begins, his voice holding a trace of nostalgia. "I don't quite recall where I heard it first, but it always brought me a sense of calm. I thought it might offer you some comfort tonight."

After you settled into bed, Douma's arm slips around your waist, drawing you into a protective embrace. The steady rise and fall of his chest against your back creates a soothing rhythm, lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

Douma's hold is surprisingly gentle yet firm, as if he's determined to shield you from any troubles that might intrude upon the night. His closeness brings a sense of security you've never experienced before

Throughout the night, whenever you stir or whimper in your sleep, Douma's grip tightens ever so slightly, his subconscious way of ensuring your comfort. His touch becomes a silent reassurance that you're not alone

You awaken in the middle of the night, your heart racing from a nightmare. Without a word, Douma's fingers brush against your cheek, his touch cool and soothing as he gently wipes away the remnants of your distress

When you wake up, you find yourself nestled against Douma's chest, his arm still protectively around you

After waking up, he lays with you in his arms. Suddenly he remarks teasingly, "You do realize that sleeping in my chamber grants you no special privileges, right?" Douma's fingers trace soothing patterns along your arm, the gentle touch acting like a balm to any lingering anxieties

"Oh really? I thought it came with a crown and a scepter," you reply, rolling your eyes

After that night, your interactions with Douma become less strained. You find comfort in his presence and gradually begins to open up to him, sharing stories and secrets in the quiet hours of the night

[schrodingers-romy]

The Dollmaker [Douma x Reader]

Pairing: Douma x fem!reader

Summary: You are a dollmaker; you follow your friend to the Eternal Paradise Cult and are fascinated by its leader, a man who looks much like the dolls you make...

Warnings: ehhh blood? mention of consuming human flesh? honestly below canon typical level.

Word count: ~2,000

Notes: Uh hey yeah so this is the first thing I've really written in a while (aside from brainstorming stuff). I wrote it last night in one manic sitting. I let it languish for a bit, then went back and re-read it. Honestly can't tell if it's good. But I did have fun writing it! So. Debated posting but I figured someone might like it? Idk. Minimally edited as well so read at your own risk ig. *crawls back under my rock*.

[Edit: Ao3 link]

You’re not a religious person. You suppose you might believe in spirits; it’s hard to be a doll maker like yourself and not have some belief in them. But Gods? Prayers? You can’t understand it.

But it’s your disbelief that prompts you to follow your friend to the Eternal Paradise cult. You worry about her; she’s always been the more gullible out of you two, and her family encouraged her belief in gods. The cult is probably just a scam, and you know you need to be there to shield your friend from the worst of the consequences. So, you pass your work off to one of your employees and follow her up to the temple on the mountain.

You feel a sense of foreboding once you enter the temple. The cultists are all dressed similarly; most are women, and young ones at that. You know the cult was primarily marketed towards these people, but it still raises your hackles. You know the cult leader is a man, and these are the people men like to take advantage of the most. You don’t want to be here, but you’re glad you didn’t let your friend go on her own.

It is apparently a slow day within the cult, as you only wait in the bustling reception room for what feels like a few minutes before one of the women tells you that the leader is ready to see you now. She asks if you’d like to go separately; you say no. She nods demurely back, and motions towards the doors.

Once you enter, your eyes are immediately drawn to the man lounging on the platform at the far end of the room. You can’t look away from him.

He smiles, almost benevolently at you two, but it doesn’t reach his multicolored eyes. “Welcome! I am Dōma; what seems to be troubling you, my dears?”

Your friend speaks up, but you tune her out. You’ve already borne the brunt of listening to her problems; you use the time instead to study this Dōma.

He seems so animated. He smiles, his face twists into something sympathetic, understanding. And yet nothing seems to reach his eyes.

As you watch him lift an elegant, pale hand to make a gesture, you realize something. He reminds you of some of your dolls.

He was like a puppet. Crafted lovingly, painstakingly to look like the mirror image of a true human. Skilled hands could make the doll, and skilled hands could manipulate its face and body parts to look human-like. But in the end, the glass eyes of the doll held no emotion, no life. The same was true of Dōma.

You wonder if that’s what it means to be a prophet for the gods. If he’s simply a divine puppet, moved by invisible puppeteers. If an unimaginable being crafted his eyes to be so doll-like, inhuman. Maybe that was how they marked him as other. It would make sense; you’ve never seen eyes like that on anyone else.

You try to listen to what he says. It’s hard, when you keep losing the thread of conversation in favor of watching flashes of sharp, perfect teeth that shine whenever he opens his mouth.

It’s all meaningless platitudes, anyway. Hardly different from what other religious people would say. You take back your assumption about him being a divine puppet. There is no holy wisdom in this man, in this doll.

It makes you wonder who then is puppeteering him if not the gods. Is he simply a spirit, locked in an unnatural body? Who created such a lifelike vessel? For what purpose? To make something, so close to humanity, and yet so far….such craftsmanship you could only dream of achieving with your own dolls.

You get the strange urge to break him open. You wonder what he’s made of, what he looks like on the inside. How was such a thing made?

You are broken out of your haze once he turns to you.

“And you? Why did you come to me?” his eyes are piercing, for glass. You've never seen a doll with eyes so alive, so you waver a moment. Maybe he is a real person? But you’ve never seen a person with eyes so void of true feeling.

You swallow thickly. Your throat is dry. You almost spill your thoughts, and ask him if he is a doll. You stop yourself, thankfully, and stutter out the true response. “I came to be with her. To make sure she was safe.”

He rests his chin on one hand, eyes never leaving you. “Did you think I would hurt her?”

Your friend tries to cut in with a hasty apology on your behalf. You cut her off. “The way up the mountain can be treacherous. What makes you think I was thinking of you?”

He tilts his head in easy acquiescence. “But you were. Don’t worry though! I won’t hurt her!” He gives you a bright smile, and you marvel at the workmanship that must have gone into making him smile so naturally.

You don’t speak, again, only nodding your goodbye to him as you and your friend exit the room.

She almost speaks to you, but something on your face must discourage her. Instead, she asks on of the many cult members bustling around if you two could stay the night.

You are placed in a single room, with two futons. Your friend lies down immediately, making some offhand comments about being exhausted after your journey, and how nervous she felt talking to Dōma. You only half listen to her. Your mind lingers on Dōma, on the living doll this cult calls their leader. You feel more focused on him than you’ve ever felt about anything. There’s something about him that pulls you in.

Even as you lay to sleep, your mind doesn’t stop. You’re so sure he must be a doll, a puppet. Someone who moves like him can’t be human. 

But there is a niggling doubt. Maybe you’re wrong? Maybe this is just what cult leaders look like. Unnatural beauty that draws people in like scavengers to a corpse.

Well, you think to yourself. Only one way to find out.

You get up. Your friend is sound asleep. She has had a long day. You leave her behind as you pad along the vast corridors of the temple. You don’t know where you’re going, but your feet are trying to lead you somewhere, and you let them.

The first door you open is his bedroom door. Surprisingly, he has no guard of any sort. It seems distressingly easy to access him. You would think someone so special and unique that they had their own cult would be worth enough to guard.

But all the better for you, you suppose. You creep farther into his room, until you loom over his futon.

He almost looks more doll-like now. His face is blank with sleep, but it seems less like sleep and more like death. But puppets don’t die; they do lose life, but that’s only when the humans who breathe life into them leave.

Now, he is simply a puppet without a master.

You kneel gently on the futon. He doesn’t even seem to breathe. Another point for the doll theory. You have almost no misgivings now.

You reach out, and brush your fingertips across his cheek. His skin is flawlessly smooth, and icy cold. No living being is that cold.

You trail your hand up to his hair. Its absurdly soft, like silk. You use silk for the hair on some of your dolls as well, but it’s never felt quite that soft.

You didn’t notice before, but there is some sort of stain on the top of his hair. It was mostly hidden under his hat before, but now it is clear. It looks like someone spilled paint on him. It would be seen as a defect on something otherwise so faultless, but even that looks intentional, no drip out of place.

As you study him, you inch closer. You’re basically straddling him now, but you don’t pay much attention to that. Instead, you let your eyes roam over him again. His hands are similarly perfect, with blue nails filled to a point on every finger. You pick up one of his hands to observe them better. You hiss as one of your fingertips catches on his nail. They’re like knives, easily splitting your flesh.

You bring your cut finger up to your mouth, ready to suck away the blood beading on it.

Quick as lighting, a hand grips your wrist. You freeze, shocked, and look up, right into Dōma’s stained glass eyes. You try to pull away, but his grip is as firm as stone. His other hand grips at your hip. You can almost feel his claws through your kimono.

“Now, what do we have here?” he says, his voice a purr. There’s no trace of sleepiness in his tone, and no trace of haziness in his eyes.

Instead, you’re the one who feels sluggish. You gape at him, not saying a word.

He clicks his tongue, tilting his head almost like a disappointed mother. But his expression is not motherly at all. It’s mocking, with some sort of hunger beneath it. You think that hunger is the most emotion you’ve ever seen in his eyes. “Now, what were you doing here, in my bed, in the middle of the night, darling?”

You flush at the implication. You’re silent a moment, unsure what to say. You’re not even quite sure yourself why you’re there. You try to answer honestly anyway. “I’m not sure.”

He raises an eyebrow, wordlessly prompting you to elaborate.

Words flood out of you. “I just had to see you again! I don’t quite know why…I think I just want to know what you are. Because I know you aren’t human.”

“What am I, then?”

“You remind me of a doll. I make them. And you look like the dolls I make. You’re meant to look human, but you’re not, not really. Something is just…off. You’re almost too perfect…your skin, your hair, your eyes…no human looks like that. No human behaves like you either...your eyes are like glass. So, so beautiful, yet...they don’t portray the emotion your body tries to make.”

He seems little surprised for a second. He studies you more keenly now. “Well…I can’t say you’re totally wrong.” He smiles, but this time it’s different. It’s more a baring of teeth. You can see now he truly has fangs. He has the mouth of a predator. “I’m not human. But I’m not a doll either, silly girl!”

He pulls you closer, and sits up, until you two are pressed almost chest to chest. Your wrist, still in his hand, is tugged until your bloody finger is pressed to his lips.

“Do you want to know what I am?” he whispers, voice low. His lips move against your finger, smearing your blood on them, tinting them red.

You feel your heart beating faster. You can’t tell if it’s fear or excitement. Your brain feels fuzzy, like you’re drunk. Intoxicated.

You nod.

His tongue stretches out, lapping your blood away from your skin. You shiver.

He releases your hand, but pulls you even closer. His bloody mouth is pressed to your ear. You’re paralyzed, heart thudding, pulsing so hard now you can hear it.

“I’m a demon,” he murmurs, icy breath caressing your ear. And then without warning, he pulls aside your kimono and bites deep into your shoulder.

You gasp, a shaky broken thing. His fangs easily slice through your skin. Your blood pours into his mouth, and he moans.

He pulls away. “You taste so good…”

“Don’t eat me. Please!” you’re crying now, tears dripping down your face; from fear more than pain. You’ve heard stories of demons. You know what they do to people.

“Oh, no, darling. You misunderstand.” He clutches you close. He does it lightly, but you can feel he could crush you without a thought if he wanted. “You’re too intriguing to kill. As long as you keep your pretty mouth shut, I don’t have to do anything! I have plenty of other disciples to feed on. I never go hungry.”

So that’s why he has the cult. It’s like a farm; raising animals for food.

But as long as you’re not the one going to slaughter…

You sniffle. “Don’t eat my friend either…”

“OK, sweetheart. She can be safe as well, as long as she doesn’t get too nosy…”

You feel a rush of relief. You’ve never been more grateful for your friend’s naivete. It will keep her alive, now.

“But…what will you do with me?”

“Hmm…I want to keep you with me! You’re interesting. And life is dreadfully dull sometimes. I need something…someone special. To make existence less boring. And I think you could be that person.” He smiles at you. It feels more real now, less plastic. You could almost imagine you saw a flicker of real emotion in his eyes.

You’re exhausted. And you understand, a bit. Life is dull for you as well; often you wake up only to go through the motions of the day, with nothing to look forward to. Then you go back to bed, and repeat the cycle.

The interest you felt in Dōma, though sickeningly manic, obsessive, was a feeling you’d been craving for years. Finally, you felt something strongly again. Even when you were scared out of your mind, thinking you would be eaten… it was better than feeling numb.

“Okay,” you say. Your head drops onto his shoulder, hiding your face. “I’ll stay with you.”

He shivers, and his arms tighten around you. “Thank you, my darling.” His mouth returns to the sluggishly bleeding wound on your shoulder, licking up the blood like a cat does milk. It hurts, still, but you think you could get used to it. At least when you can feel his tongue soothing the ache.

[dumbdemonslayertexts]

Your Hair: Revealed (anon request)

Pairing: ambiguous AF x black!fem reader

Warnings: 18+, violence, mentions of maiming, murder, and blood

these meetings were irksome. moreover, their complete lack of announcement was something you would normally kill over. but you were sure to wipe any such notion from your head. you were an uppermoon, but your life still was not guaranteed if your thoughts were an irritant to Muzan.

and as you slid open the empty room's shoji, looking around the endless maze of the castle you'd been teleported to, you sighed to yourself. you hadn't had an opportunity to wrap your tresses-- no longer as manageable as they were in your human form. the blood demon art you were gifted had transformed your thick coils into what could only be called an abyss of a thundercloud. it still defied gravity as it flowed behind you, cascading and flowing with physics separate from this world, but now it gave off a perfumed and iridescent plume in its wake. one that constantly floated around your hair's mass and length, and one that it left to hypnotize any mortal that was caught in its scent. you'd lost count of just how many humans gladly allowed you to feed off of them freely, while they nuzzled and caressed, and buried their faces into the sweet plush that was your hair. they begged and pleaded for the opportunity, even. you would have liked to bind it and not have your crown on display so openly to the other ranks. they hardly would show the reverence owed to your beauty.

still, even with your hair in this intimate state: down and billowing behind you, floating and trailing you like the veil of an empress among gods, you carried yourself as you rightfully should. your skin shimmered as though the moon itself worshipped you. your eyes fixed straight ahead, and you paid no mind to hantengu's incessant cowering... you also ignored the rattling you knew to be gyokko's idiotic vases.

"oh! Yonaka-dono~!" your lids shut, and you rolled your eyes behind them at the voice you heard swooning your name. of course, when they opened again, douma was before you with his hands as petals at either side of his face... like some fawning school child. "I've never seen you with your hair loose! ohhh~!"

"urusai."

his fawning came to a stop - as did his reaching hands - at akaza's demand, and you both watched as he passed you. his eyes met yours only briefly, and his scowl only deepened as you lifted a brow at him. douma sighed and sulked away with his fun spoiled, only barely restraining himself from asking you to sit beside him.

you would have declined.

as you did sit, you were met with the sight of purple robing, and then, before you could process that much, six menacing eyes before yours.

"you.. are far too casual."

his voice was more intimidating than usual. you could hear the serpent in his spirit. and your lips quirked. "you wished to be the first to see me in this state? or the only..?"

your jaw was crushed in his grip in the next moment, and you were lifted easily into the air, face to face with the highest rank, but you laughed again. especially seeing the murderous glare akaza bore into kokushibo's head, and hearing the wailing in protest coming from douma.

"i was summoned just as abruptly as you, lord kokushibo, if you are so scandalized... your complaint isn't with me."

he grumbled deeply in response, and released you in the next moment, disappearing to some other corner outsight of your concern.

as your bones healed, you straightened yourself up, dabbing at the blood that had seeped from the corner of your mouth. you made sure to lock gazes with a still snarling akaza as you licked your finger clean... and when he looked away, dropping to a knee and driving his fist into the floor strongly enough for it to crack, you grinned, awaiting Muzan's arrival.

[warringwarrioridiot]

Douma x Feisty! Fem! Reader

Warnings:praise, virgin reader, romantic shit, foul language, sexual content/themes/thoughts/interactions, Douma's a possessive bitch, yandere(ish) themes/behavior. (douma, ofc)

@xxshin0buslittlebutterflyxx

MDNI

I warned you little shits

When he first saw you, a non-believer, he knew something about you was

different.

(r/not like other girls)

You were only staying there because you had been injured in a fight with a weird looking man. (It was a demon, but you didn't give two shits)

You were constantly training to get better, so it was hard for him to find time to talk to you. (Even though the other people there were telling you to chill out and rest.)

He then found an opportunity to talk to you when he saw you sitting down, lost in thought.

__________________________________

"Y'know, you remind me of a good friend of mine."

She was contemplating whether or not to pull an Eren Yeager and bite her arm when Douma popped out of nowhere.

"..Really?"

He nodded. "You both are strong fighters."

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she practically teleported in front of him, which amused and pleased him.

"REALLY?! CAN I MEET THIS GUY? I WANNA FIGHT HIM-"

He put a finger over her lips before speaking, causing her cheeks to heat up a bit.

"Unfortunately, my friend doesn't fight women."

He stated, causing her excitement to drop.

"You're joking. You're fucking joking."

She said, her eye twitching as he shook his head, clearly agitated as she spoke.

"What? Is he scared I'll kick his ass? Cause I will! I'll kick him straight in the-"

She felt his hand pat her head gently, causing her to stop talking and look up at him.

"You're quite the feisty one, darling~"

He chuckled, finding her behavior adorable.

Normally, this kind of treatment would have made her want strangle whoever was doing it, but this wasn't making her angry. In fact, she felt warm and fuzzy inside when he did this.

"I think you might be the strongest girl I've met!"

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After that, you grew closer to him.

The feelings you felt around him were...

Nice..

He found that he felt genuine emotions towards and around you, so of course he kept you at his side, a lot.

After you healed, it was actually you that said something first

"I don't wanna leave, I like you. You're nice to me."

This filled Douma with massive amounts of joy.

(bro really said ✈️)

So of course, you stayed.

It was clear to everyone there that you were his favorite , which made some people envy you enough to plot murder

Douma wasn't gonna let that slide, so he took care of them.

You didn't really care, you knew he was a demon, but he didn't know that

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"So what's it like being a demon?"

She asked, tilting her head to the side.

This definitely surprised him.

"How exactly did you find out?"

She pointed to her eyes while speaking.

"You have the Kanji for Upper Two in your eyes."

Despite him being a demon, she didn't feel scared, just curious.

This made him even happier, she didn't even care if he was a demon!

"So are you gonna answer my question or are you just gonna keep looking at me?"

She said jokingly, causing him to snap out of it and answer.

"Well, it's fun! Though, not being able to go out in the sun is a pain. But, that's just a side effect, really."

She nodded, listening to him talk before asking.

"Does blood taste different depending on the person?"

She asked, he nodded in response. She pointed to her arm and spoke again.

"Should I try biting my arm so I can taste my blood?"

Douma chuckled, she truly was a curious soul.

"I don't think that would be a good idea.."

"Then you try."

She spoke, pointing to her neck.

This made Doumas heart almost leap out of his chest with joy.

"Are you sure?"

He asked, she nodded in response to his question.

He moved closer to her and leaned down, biting her neck and sucking the blood.

"Mmph..~"

He felt his eyes widen as he looked at her. Did she just moan? A smile crept up on his face as he noticed her red face.

"Did you enjoy that?~"

Her cheeks heated up more as she spoke.

"S-So what if I did? It doesn't matt-"

She was cut off by another moan, he had nipped at her neck again.

He then whispered in her ear, sending pleasurable tingles through her body.

"Perhaps we should take this somewhere more..

...Private?"

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[ch3rriiii-bunn]

【❝】 October is everybody's favorite kink month♡

【𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞】: I'm actually so hyped for kinktober OMGGGGGG!!! This is my first kinktober, so I hope yall enjoy the ideas I have in mind!!!

𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖔𝖋...

【𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻】: Female reader is heavily implied for every fanfic and will be mentioned in the tags. Please be respectful!

【18+】: ANYONE 17 AND UNDER DO NOT INTERACT. All fanfics will be 18!

【➡】: Mutuals and 18+ followers with age clearly stated in bio can be tagged. Just comment if you wanna be tagged

【𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓸𝓷𝓮】

01- Brat taming/Degrading with Shinjurō

02- Roleplay/knifeplay with Karaku

03- Mirror sex with Akaza

04- Orgasm control/toys with Shinobu

05- Orgasm denial with Maiko

06- Overstimulation/Praising with Giyuu

07- Monster fucking with final form Kokushibo

【𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓽𝔀𝓸】

08- Gorehole with the Hashira men (Muichiro NOT included)

09- Boob job with Aizetsu

10- iceplay with Douma

11- Breeding with Haganezuka

12- Size kink with Gyomei

13- Manhandling with Sanemi

14- 3some with Tamayo & Nakime

【𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮】

15- Dacryphilia with Kanamori

16- Dress up/cloths swap with Hantengus clones

17- blow job with Tengen

18- Public sex with Enmu

19- Filming with Hinatsuru

20- Nipple play with Suma

21- Punishment with Kagaya

【𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻】

22- Mask kink with Iguro

23- Handjob with Rengoku

24- Blindfold with Muzan

25- Excessive cum with Aizetsu

26- Hair pulling/pussy eating with Yoriichi

27- Body worship with kanamori

28- Dumbification with Mitsuri

【𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 3 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼】

29- Fem dom with female Muzan

30- Pegging with Sekido

31- Anal with Urogi

【♡】: Thank you and I hope you enjoyed this Kinktober!!!

[nayfics]

[DOUMA X READER]

(this is my first time using this app…)

╰ part one

you have become one of the upper moons ever since the passing of an old member. the thought of it made you nervous, wondering how highly muzan must have valued you to place you in such high ranking. the most that had made you more nervous was finally meeting the rest of the upper moons. as the day progressed, you all were summoned for a meeting. everyone is waiting in the same specific area in the infinity castle for lord muzan’s orders. you looked in the corner of your eye, it was upper 2. he was standing there, his red tight shirt and flowy large pants. you looked away but, tempted to look again you slowly were trying to shift your gaze to him once more. as you look, he isn’t there anymore. you didn’t have any time to feel disappointed, your heart beats fast as you feel a presence from behind. you could tell by the way another sensation of heat was radiating off to your back.

“i don’t think i’ve seen such face before, perhaps your new?” a menacing, yet playful grin appeared on his face. your head shifted to look who it was, it was douma. your cheeks start to warm up, becoming a shade of pink. he seemed to be satisfied with your reaction. his finger was placed underneath your chin. you stand there, silent. you felt overwhelmed by such presence standing within your meter. “i bet we’d get along well…” he gave you a soft smile. it felt welcoming but yet, you were indecisive about trusting his word.

his eyes slowly glazed upon your neck to the rest of your body, it was as if he was checking you out. you felt flustered by such boldness he was showing.

“um…what are you doing?..”

he didn’t respond,his finger traced down to your neck now. not even a second later, he placed his hand on your neck. his grip felt tight, it felt like your throat was closing up by such strength he has. you tried to speak but, the words weren’t coming out clearly.

“since your new, i wonder how long you’d last.”

he seemed to like teasing you, he wish he could keep you choked up like this, but he knew the meeting would start soon. so his grip suddenly loosens, you gasp for air, coughing as you felt grateful for breathing once again.

“what did you just do? were you trying to suffocate me?…”

you were breathing heavily as you seemed to fall to your knees. that lack of oxygen was no joke. he took another step forward as you look up to him. he looked down at you with a slight smirk

“i want to test you out, see what your capable of and what you can handle. i’ll listen to lord akaza for once about women and see what’s so worthy of making you my companion. biwa lady, take us to my cult base. i shall help this lady, she’s in no condition to be attending this meeting”

you suppose he was right, you weren’t but where was this “cult” base?

“biwa lady? who is that?” you looked around, noticing there was a women there the whole time. she was on a higher ground level then them. you seen her with a biwa on her lap, her black hair was covering most of her face.

“expect muzan’s scolding afterwards”

her finger played on the instrument. as you blinked, you noticed the area changed. you were no longer in the infinity castle, you were in a strange room. it had seem like a cult place, just like upper two said. you felt embarrassed just being alone with him now, but what did he want from you? shivers were sent down your spine as he’s right in front of you once again.

“don’t act as if you fear me, you don’t give any scent of it. you wanted this to happen, didn’t you?”

“what? i….”

he was inches away from you

you were walking backwards, bumping into a wall. he kept walking towards you. he had you backed up on the wall now. he had gently pushed your body up it. you gasped as his body brushed up against yours. you were so close to him that you felt his breath kissing upon your face. you felt your face heating up, you noticed that it was because you were blushing, being this close to him seemed like you lost touch with reality. you have many thoughts scattering inside your mind, you didn’t know if you wanted to be confused or become vulnerable to him; let him have his way with you. he looked like he was luring you into his plans, that you were just yet to see. you were still trying to get your breathing in control but, his presence was too overpowering.

“your an interesting one, that’s why i brought you here. i might as well play with you, before time runs out.”

[ashesbreadandbutter]

Douma + Claude x Fem! Reader Snippet || One's True Nature

So I spun a wheel for a cross fic type of thing. Did it a couple times so if you want to read the others follow and follow my progress.

Anyway, the two characters are obviously Claude Faustus (Black Butler) and Lord Douma (Demon Slayer). I'm having fun with this already.

Think I'll add cross fics to my commission list.

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Douma + Claude x Reader

What it'll include: Spanking, biting, marking, breeding, dom and sub, choking and maybe a few others.

Goal : 10k words

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It's been many long years. 

Many years since he was first beaten, destroyed by an archenemies who he had spent so much time on for such a silly reason. Said reason being some brat's soul because who was he without as the creature that he is. 

Claude lurks in the shadows. His form is different now from his previous life though not vastly so. He's of a toned build, with smooth, pearly white skin except for his hands and feet which were made up of claws. His body isn't the only thing that has changed but so has his location. 

These weren't the streets of London, lanterns and art lingered in every which was like a colorful dream as humans below seemed to have a celebration of sorts; drinking alcohol, laughing, and whatever else. 

To be fair, Claude has a hate for it. The loud noises, the colors, but ever since he's come back he's been struggling with a deep hunger, one that he hadn't been forced to deal with previously when he was in Europe, one that seems to lure him into more primal needs and sensations. 

It's annoying, the way that he's never been allowed to show this side of himself, to express his hunger like this… when he had been practically trapped in his last deal. He remembers the days, serving that young brat day in and day out and even with how hungry he was he was forced to stay in control, to tame his needs, just for him to lose control in the end anyway. 

Claude could admit that he didn't regret it, crushing that boy's… Alois’s, head in his strong hands until it seemed to pop like a grape and spill blood all over him. 

Even with how calm Claude presented in many cases back then of course he still had his emotions and when it came to Alois all he could do was feel annoyance, dread, anger… and Claude had put up with it until he simply couldn't. He could also admit that he paid the price, going against his arch enemy… Sebastian, even going out of his way to try and steal the other's demon's prey. His death… as humbling as it was to say, was one that was bound to happen and maybe Claude had done all of that just to end the suffering. As demons as he and others could do was live as they are and with Alois Claude had been needy, starved. What else was he to do but to go after what he could which has been that stupid, idiotic boy… though, here… it seemed different. 

Very different. 

Claude could smell the scents in the air, he's not as strong as he used to be but he seems now that he has the potential to do so now and such much more. 

He was… free. And freedom has never tasted better. 

There's so much food around but as the creature he is, the last thing he wants is a corn dog or poe of some sort… he wants blood, meat… and a lot of it.

One scent in particular seems to jump out at him suddenly and Claude doesn't hesitate to snap his gaze over in the same direction as if to follow such a smell. It's fruity, sweet,... Tempting and Claude feels a rush of heat run through him when he locates the owner. 

She's beautiful, as soft and sweet as she looks and dressed in sine silks. Claude hadn't cared much about the history of this place previously, the scenery, the festivals, the fashion trends but the second his eyes landed on her they stuck. She seems to order herself a snack and as Claude stands from his squat and decides to silently get closer Claude can't help but admire her. It's her sweet face, his soft skin, her feminine figure and if Claude was human his heart would be rushing. 

He is a demon again yes but never had he felt like this and if he had it must've been a feeling that had become long forgotten to him. Never once had he felt quite as… warm and hot like this over some random human woman and he isn't exactly sure what it is that makes him feel so drawn to her but it has him feeling like he was having a hard time keeping control of himself. 

It's interesting how difficult this new life of his was, how different it was from his old one. Never once had he felt a craving like this, with Alois, or even Ciel… it's like he quite literally wants to jump down there and tackle her to the ground, jump on her as if he was some sort of leopard, an animal, a beast and she… some sort of deer, prey. Outside of his rebirth he doesn't know anything about this new life he's been giving but what he does know is that suddenly he feels… hot. He wants this woman and while he still isn't sure what for he's confident in his choice. 

He needed to get closer, if not to know this woman than to touch her… caress her skin with both his hands and his lips and maybe he'd proceed by… keeping her, like some cute little pet at his side. Maybe if she agreed to stay by him and at his side he wouldn't kill her immediately. 

She walks along the streets and he follows like a lingering shadow as he tries to think about the best way to go about this. As she now sits at a bench by herself he settles on the building just behind her, looking down on her with bright eyes. He's still thinking and it's only when his eyes snap aside and land on an approaching figure that Claude feels like he has in fact wasted to much time. 

Whoever this guest was he was tall, broad and Claude could admit that the man's physical appearance was rather… impressive, distracting even. He wears a kimono just as everyone else has and even with such clean and gentle looking garbs Claude can practically smell how strong this male is. It's intimidating and Claude had come to an understanding that in this life demons in fact had ranks. Of course they always had but this was so different, so new and even though another other demon would have probably scurried away, Claude lingered even with the rush of tingles he feels race up his spine. 

He proceeds by watching the two, the only prominent features he's kept from his last life was his bright golden eyes which now watched the two figures. The male greets her, bowing his head to the woman before reaching out to take her hand and with a little giggle she gives it to him after her flashes a charming smile. Claude suddenly feels a bit more… annoyed, his eyes narrowing slightly at the scene because though he knows nothing about either one of these two and probably couldn't care less to do so but something about this guest… this man was reminding him of…

Sebastian. 

It's only then that her laughs rings through the air and Claude clears his mind to focus again only to look down and freeze when bright eyes are looking back up to him. 

A second passes where they stare at each other for a moment and then something seems to burst within Claude's chest. He holds the other demons gaze and the rush of emotion he feels makes him feel both ignited and frantic, as if that the moment their eyes connected with each other had been a deal of some sort all on its own. 

Claude reels back before he can help himself, jerking back and blinking owlishly. There's a rushing in his chest that makes him reach a shaky hand up and clutch his heart. 

Now. What the fuck was that? 

Claude wasn't sure at all but after a moment of silence he finds himself wanting… more. 

It's like something had woke up in him, jerking awake in fury and Claude was s man who would sit here and lie and say that a man couldn't possibly win his heart but the way his was racing in his chest suddenly made him feel many, many things. 

“Do you…happen to come here often?” A smooth and charming voice suddenly rings out over the sea of others and something tells Claude he shouldn't and yet… he decides to peak back over the length and as he thought, the man was now speaking. He looks at the woman with a fond smile, reaching out a hand to her and she giggles softly as she does so, humming as he seems to raise her hand to his lips and lightly brush his soft lips over her knuckles. “I'll admit that I haven't seen you around here much.” He continues and she hums. 

“What's your name pretty? I must know it so I never forget.” He continues as she smiles.

“Y/n. You can just call me y/n.” She answers him and her voice is so soft, so smooth and Claude finds himself leaning in to hear more of it as if he couldn't get enough. The man makes a noise of acknowledgement while Claude personally saves such into in his head and as the man moves to sit beside her, his hip pressing against her own, he finally responds with his own name. 

“You may call me Douma-Sama. Everyone calls me it.” Douma chuckles but something about it sends a shiver running up Claude's spine when he hears it as if the man's name was a curse all on its own. Not only that but… their eyes connected again, his and Douma 's as the other demon looks from the wan to him from the corner of his eyes. 

Douma-Sama. 

It was an interesting name, Claude could give him that but something about the way the man had said it, practically purring it out but each syllable and everything was enough to make Claude's cheeks feel…warm. 

Claude reaches a hand up to inspect his face and soon comes to the realization that he was lightly blushing. His cheeks a light pink and he's spooked into silence, even when he and Sebastian battled as much as they did in his previous life never had Claude allowed himself to blush this easily with the man even when that's what Sebastian clearly wanted out of him. He had always waited until he could get alone where he could be stuck with his thoughts all of his own for as long as needed, and maybe he had many, many fantasies and ones he tended to act up on and wasn't exactly sure what it was but just as Sebastian had, this demon… Douma-Sama, had managed to piqued Claude's interest. 

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TBC~

- A