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flametrashiraarchive · 9 months

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The people have spoken!

Douma x BIG Boobs

NSFW beneath the cut. F!reader.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were scrumptious. Just the sweetest little thing.

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

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

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

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

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

....

Oh...

......

Oh you were a feast (for his eyes)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When you whimpered he was done for.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His Goddess whom he would not share.

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

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

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

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wildandsmile · 9 months

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Can you do upper moons with a bratty reader like if they doesn’t get what they wants they act out ? (Nsfw pls) btw I love your writings.

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Tw: Blood

Kinks: f-reviving, overstim, figuring, exhibitionsm, name calling, brat taming, cock sleeve, thigh riding, impact play, brush play, knife play, Dom Gyutaro (for once)

Word Count: 1.8k

Note: I appreciate the compliment and the suggestion, so I hope you enjoy this

Come back for Hantengu, Nakime,Daki and Kaigaku

Enjoy!

Kokushibo

Maintains a predominantly quiet demeanor, prompting you to playfully provoke him during your joint missions in order to coax him into conversation.

Most often, it proves ineffective, prompting your resourceful nature to explore alternative approaches, sometimes inadvertently exposing your cover or even unnecessarily harming a human or two.

You anticipated provoking a reaction from him, yet he chose to maintain his silence, unaffected.

Unbeknownst to you, he was meticulously tallying each minor error you had committed throughout the evening.

As you at last return to the estate, you sense his hands enveloping the back of your neck, his voice a hushed murmur, "Now that we've returned, it’s time for your punishment."

You whimpered, "Koku no more, no more pls" as your trembling hands tried to push him away from your now overstimulated clit, but he was letting up; he'd been at it for hours. At first, he'd made you look him in the eyes while he licked long laps across your slicked folds, but when he realized that was too much for you to handle, he decided to be a little nice He continues, "Come on darling, don't tell me that I've already fucked you stupid on my tongue" as he glides his mouth over your dripping cunt, making you flinch from the sensation of his hot breath against your cunt. As you groan and writhe on the bed, "Pls Koku pls" comes out of your mouth, and Kokushibo promptly stops you by pushing your hips into the mattress with one hand and bringing down hard with the other to spank your ass. Kokushibo says, "Come now darling don't be bratty just tell daddy what you want." You resist at first, but then you hide your eyes with your arm and give in. "Please koku, please just fuck me already," you beg, as he plants a kiss on your thigh, followed by a hasty "If that's what you want, darling."

Doma

Was a little different in his approach to dealing with your spoiled behavior, which consisted mostly of embarrassing you at the upper moon meetings

Typically, the two of you would assume positions on opposite sides, but whenever you displayed misbehavior or didn't provide the desired level of attention he wanted , he would promptly position you right beside him.

Initially, you didn't perceive these occurrences as problematic, assuming he would overlook your attitude, but your assumption couldn't have been further from the truth.

The instant Muzan appeared, silence blanketed the room. Sensing the opportunity, Doma deftly exploited the moment, discreetly slipping his hand into your dress.

You try to stifle a moan as you say, "Doma, please stop—we're having a meeting right now." Despite your pleading, he pumps his fingers deep inside you, curling them each time they touch your sweet spot. You started to respond, but Doma's thumb found your swollen clit and began rubbing sloppy circles, prompting you to grab on to his thigh for support. "You shouldn't be worried about me sweetheart, you should be focused on Lord Muzan," he says with a sadistic grin covering his face. You looked Doma straight in the eyes and pleaded, "Doma pls, stop I'm about to cum." But you had no idea that your pathetic expression and crocodile tears were only making Doma more enthusiastic. Finally, the conference is over, and Doma pulls you up into him roughly; upon standing, you tumble into his arms, at which point he bursts out laughing. His figure is covered in your juices, and he displays them to you while saying, "You know for such a bratty girl you sure fall apart like a dirty slut," and then he licks his palm clean and adds, "You know this is just the start of your punishment right sweetheart."

Akaza

Dedicated to continuous training, striving to overcome the Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, alongside the Hashiras.

Often, when you were seeking emotional reassurance or craving attention, it seemed elusive, leading to moments of emotional turmoil prompting your occasional acting out.

Primarily, you would engage in playful teasing during his workout sessions. Whenever he initiated his routine, you'd position yourself nearby, playfully bending and assuming various poses, catching his gaze and providing him with quite the view.

But what really got under his skin was hearing you groan while stretching, saying things like, "O these feels so good" or "I wish I had something that would stretch me out better."

Akaza, possessing zero tolerance for impudence, promptly halted his training. Striding over to you, he swiftly lifted you and carried you to his weightlifting area. Settling down, he positioned you on his muscular thigh, his strength and presence palpable.

You had been sitting on Akaza's thigh for some time after he encouraged you to "earn" his attention if you wanted it. You've spent the entire day craving an ogasm, and now you're dragging your clothed cunt across his flexed thigh to get it. Every time you felt that knot from within your stomach, you would start thrusting, basically humping his leg, and your cunt was throbbing and your clit was all nice and puffy, but this wasn't enough. You decide you need more and work your way down Akaza's thigh to his hard cock, but just as you're about to start touching it, he lets out a long groan and says, "Didn't I tell you that you had to earn this cock, you dirty slut?" You try to protest, but he stops you with a hard slap on the ass. Akaza says with a deep groan, "Brats like you don't get to talk back is that understood." You let out a small yes and go back to trying to make yourself cum by humping his thigh, but he finally had enough of your feeble attempts and bent you over his work table, ripped your pants off, and said, " I guess I'll have to fuck you silly like the brat you are since you can't even make yourself cum properly.”

Gyokko

Similar to Akaza, Gyokko remained unwaveringly dedicated to his tasks. When not engrossed in his work, his attention was invariably directed towards Lord Muzan.

Describing your relationship as more akin to that of a master and a devoted companion is a more accurate portrayal than labeling it as a romantic bond.

Typically, this would trigger your bratty behavior; however, unlike the other Upper Moons, it was notably effortless to provoke a reaction from him.

You'd frequently locate him in his chamber, engrossed in creating new artwork. To playfully ruffle his feathers, you'd comment on his latest piece, suggesting it was exceptionally impressive or innovative.

This would lead to a hint of frustration, prompting him to restart. However, your antics wouldn't end there; you'd venture into his collection, identifying something seemingly new, only to critique it with remarks like "It was an eyesore" or "Breaking it was a favor—it was painfully ugly." This chain of actions often culminated in pushing him to his breaking point.

In no time, you found yourself forcefully propelled onto the bed, and in that very instant, a sense of anticipation gripped you, indicating that you were in for an intense encounter.

Gokkyo warns you not to move lest he "mess up" as he runs the long brush across your tender nubs: "Stand still if you keep moving I'll mess it up." Because you ruined his painting, Gokkyo decided to use you as a canvas. Naked, you watched as he dragged the brushes across your icy flesh. It was causing your cunt to throb so much that you tried to close your legs together, but Gokkyo swiftly spread them out and pressed you even deeper into the mattress with his hand. By this time, you were writhing in pain from the combination of the brushing and Gokkyo's cold hand on your naked body, so he eventually dragged the brush down to your aching cunt and flipped it over to the dull side to massage your clit. You can hear him saying, "This is what you wanted right, for me to give this naught cunt some attention right" as he presses the brush firmly against your clit and begins to flick it up and down on his brush. You started to want more, so you clung to his forearm and moaned gently. Please elaborate. After quickly extracting his cock and aligning it with your soaping moist hole, Gyokko leaned in and murmured something in your ear. “Since you're not fit for artistic purposes, I'll just use you as a filthy cock sleeve.”

Gyutaro

Gyutaro diverged slightly from the other Upper Moons in his perspective. To him, the term "brat" signified an irritating child, making it challenging for him to perceive you in that light.

He consistently presumed your behavior was a result of a passing mood swing or that he might have inadvertently provoked your anger.

During a meeting of the Upper Moons, Doma initiated a discussion about his partner's mischievous behavior, referring to them as a "brat."

As Gyutaro listened to Doma's words, a transformation occurred within his mindset. Gradually, a growing anger took hold of him. He realized that you had been purposely avoiding him, refraining from his touch as part of your playful strategy to act out and grab his attention.

All you needed to do was express your desire; he found it impossible to refuse someone as beautiful as you. The realization that he had been contemplating seeking Daki's assistance in this situation only intensified his anger.

Gyutaro snatched you away from his sister the moment he returned from the meeting and hurried you into your shared bedroom. It didn't take long for you to freeze up after hearing Gyutaro exclaim, "This is what you wanted right to get punished to be pounded by my cock" as he licked the nape of your neck. And lucky for you, Gyutaro was enjoying watching your gorgeous eyes water and your hips try to stop bucking since you didn't want to cut yourself on his sickle. He warns, "You better stop moving, princess, or I might just cut you" as he draws a thin line of blood from your thigh with the blade of his knife. Gyutaro had never felt so hot in his life; ordinarily, you would be the one on top of his, but while the two of you were going at it, your stunning good looks and flawless physique were enough to render him helpless. So now that he had you where he wanted you, he had no intention of letting you go. Gyutaro whispers to you as he licks your hot tears from your cheeks, "Hehe you know princess you look a pretty when cry and you look even better when my hands are around your throat." His hands wrap neatly around your neck, gripping it just tight enough to where you could breathe if you worked hard enough. Your moaning was the result of Gyutaro ripping your clothing off with his sickle, quickly aligning his cock with your cunt, and then slamming his entire cock within. “Now that I have you here, Princess, I might as well make you as hideous as me, heh heh.”

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melon-cream-enmu · 1 year

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Since DS demons have heightened smell, do you think they're able to smell when their female human pet/toy is breedable and get extra horny because of it? 😮

Oh absolutelyyyy. Doma especially. Cw for period blood, lots of it, blood getting everywhere, oral on period, sex on periodfingering on period

Muzan is the least affected, at least as far as you can tell. He wants nothing more than to have you folded in half beneath him and fucked full within an inch of your life. He becomes more affectionate, though it may just be possessive. After addressing the moons and sending them on their way, you notice as you remain beside him that his hand had gravitated to your head, petting and combing through your hair.

Your scent is too much for him and his temper becomes worse, worse than it usually is. He’s holding back. He knows it hurts you, you whine and lay beside him as he reads and allows you to lay your head in his lap. He needs some way to get out his irritation that isn’t slaughtering the masses, so you’ll be picked up whenever and wherever and your clothes will be torn enough to give him access to your neck or shoulder, and he will drink from you.

If you initiate it, you will be bred. Hard. Rough. It will hurt, but it’ll feel oh so good~ He’s the king of demons, blood won’t stop him

Doma can smell it before you even start bleeding. He sweeps you up and asks if his pet is feeling alright, if you need anything. You shake your head up at him, but he knows what you like, and a cult member is already out frantically searching for them. He’ll lay you down on the softest, fluffiest pillows and blankets, and lay his head on your tummy. Your cramps must hurt soooo much, he knows, you don’t have to do a thing. He’ll take care of everything, including pampering you, feed you, rubbing and massaging your belly, taking you for baths. Which you’ll want to take often.

When you start bleeding he really isnt bothered, in fact he likes it. He wants to laze about in bed with you, clothes thrown aside, butt ass naked, even if you think it’s slimy and gross. He is horny as sin, if he isn’t balls deep inside you he’s eating you out, if you’re too sore he has a knee between your thighs and moving your hips against him. By the time he agrees that ‘ok we are a little too sticky’ you look you’ve both been murdered gruesomely.

You’re gonna fuck in the bath too, just so you know

Enmu is absolutely enamored with your smell! He has heart eyes when he even thinks about you. He’s constantly begging with his eyes for you to undress and let him eat you out. You’ll feel better! Your cramps won’t be as bad! You can trust him, he was a doctor! If you point out that was a scam he’ll brush it off, saying he learned it at some point anyway. If you do let him, prepare to have him between your legs and not letting go for hours. He can’t get enough, he wants your taste, your smell, the feeling of you on his tongue.

He also loves to finger you, face near yours, listening to your whimpers and watches your head move to his in search of kisses. He also likes that he gets to taste you like this too, when your blood and juices drip down his fingers and down his hand for its mouth to lick up as it itself moans lewdly.

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doumadono · 1 year

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Savoring the moment - Douma x fem!reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, oral (m receiving), minors DNI

MASTERLIST

Your supple lips grazed against his, playfully taunting him as you tightened your grip on his hips. Douma let out a throaty moan, and you responded by deepening the kiss, savoring the taste of his lips and the sound of his moans. He hesitantly explored your face with his hands, gingerly tracing your cheekbones.

It was almost surreal, too good to be true. You found it hard to believe that you were actually kissing him.

With a whine, Douma protested as you pulled away from him. Your foreheads rested together, your flushed lips curving into a small smile as his nose brushed against yours. He couldn't help but want more, almost begging for your mouth to return to his, but when you lowered to your knees, the air left his lungs. Your gaze was so intense, it felt like you were trying to devour him with your eyes as you pressed small pecks onto his hip bones and then onto his outline. It was something Douma had thought about countless times since you came to his cult, but now that it was happening, he couldn't believe it was real.

You stared at him through the rim of your lashes, desperate to taste him, and he knew he wasn't going to last very long. The moment you pulled the waistband of his pants down, the cold air hit him and his cock emerged from his clothes, twitching achingly. As you wrapped your hand around the base of him, Douma's hips jerked at the sudden contact.

The heat of your hand was different than his own, entirely different yet exceedingly better. Then, your tongue licked the tip, and Douma moaned, his knuckles whitening as he tugged on your hair a little. The gleam in your eyes was hypnotic, and he knew he was done for.

You skillfully traced your tongue from the base of his length to the tip, taking in the taste of the pre-cum that had begun to ooze from him. You parted your lips and took in as much of him as you could manage, hollowing out your cheeks to create a pleasurable suction. The moans that escaped him were a mixture of pleasure and frustration as he tried to keep his eyes open to witness the pleasure that you were giving him. The way you moved your mouth around him was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, even though he lived for centuries.

As Douma gazed down at you, he could see tears welling up in your eyes as you gagged on him. The majority of him relished the view of you on your knees, struggling to take in all of him. With his hands, he brushed away the tears that cascaded down your cheekbones. "My beautiful lotus, you're looking so fucking beautiful down there. Keep on doing that and I'll cum," Douma started to warn you, but your tongue swirled around his tip, and your hand caressed his balls while the other gripped whatever portion of him couldn't fit inside your mouth.

"My beautiful petal, that's so fucking hot," he managed to say between moans of ecstasy.

The sound of Douma's moans echoed through the room as he climaxed, his essence spilling into your mouth. Despite the pathetic nature of his sounds, Douma found no shame in the pleasure coursing through his body. His muscles trembled as he lost control and instinctively pulled on your hair. His eyes never left your flushed face as he thrust his hips towards your mouth with fervor, savoring the sounds of your gags. Douma felt no remorse for the way he used you to satiate his desires. Breathless whispers escaped his lips, a mantra of profanity and your name woven together.

As his movements gradually decelerated, you separated from him and wiped the corners of your mouth, extracting whatever oozed from it. His chest was heaving, beads of sweat forming on his hairline as you stood up from the floor. Your lips were swollen, flushed, and glistening with his cum, and the way you were gazing at him, Douma could've reached orgasm again, right on the spot. This couldn't be real - he couldn't have just witnessed you swallowing his semen and seeming eager to repeat the act. Oh, it was going to be a long night.

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suyacho · 10 months

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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.

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ineed-douma-sobadly · 2 months

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𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮

warnings !!: douma x fem!reader, mentions pussy & dick, being tied up, douma getting turned on, fucking, douma has feelings !!

lately doumas been feeling like you don't love him as much as you to and wants to apologize. He really wants to make it up to you but he's busy with about 100+ of people's complaints all day and night. One his days off is mainly his time for missions he has to go to and assort other business. All day while attending his followers complaining, all he overthinks is you seeing someone else. So one night, he left in the middle of one without saying a word to the person leaving them clueless and staring at their leader who was supposed to be listening. that night, when he enter the room he saw you sleeping on your side like the most beautiful women he's seen (𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷.) he came over to you wrapping one of his arms around your waist making you wake up a little.

"oh! I'm sorry for disturbing you." Douma said after noticing that you woke up. You gave him a reassuring smile that made him know you acknowledged him.

"I'm sorry for having so many things to do I barely see you at all lately. If there's anything I can do let me know. it that's ok~?" Douma whispered in your ear desperately. You where half asleep and couldn't think straight.

"I'm fine with what ever you do. Nothings gonna hurt me if it's half your fault.." Douma heard your soft tired voice and it made him weak. You rolled over facing him now that you where somewhat awake. Douma started petting through your hair as you where right up against him facing each other. you started caressing through his hair also. doumas hand started wondering down your back and rubbing on it. basically 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰. your wrapped you arms over his neck as you where on the verge of falling back to sleep.

"Don't go to sleep yet my beautiful lotus~ I still have to remind you how much I cherish and love you."

The second he said that your heart immediately started beating in your chest. You couldn't tell whether it was excitement or fear. But however, you did look forward to it was you felt douma put his hands around your legs and lift your clothes up all the way. Before you could fully tense up he hushed

"its only me. No need to get all riled up"

you decided to get your self caught in the moment and started to undress him as well to get im into it to.

"aw~ Look at you! You want it too~♡"

you hid your face in your arm while smirking. douma got up and grabbed up a string from over on the side dresser. He grabbed both your hands and tied them above you. Your gasp gave him a chance to get his mouth inside your giving you a 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 passionate kiss. While one hand was cuffing your hands. The other one was caressing between your legs. He was basically soaking his hand with your juices before slowly going into your clit. The noises you let out made his dick twitch.

"Now, do you feel appreciated by me?~"

"I always have love." You said between trying to catch your breath.

"Good. But I think I wanna do this a little more don't you think?" Douma told you while sounding slutty as ever. You didn't even answer his question and spread your legs giving douma a silent answer. It was Botta be a very long time of just you and him you both wanted at that time. A night full of skin slapping together and sweet pleasure for both of you.

But the cultists on the other side of the door was disturbed by the lewd things they witnessed between douma and his mistress.

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hot-bumblebees · 10 months

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Picture this… hear me out… Doma with a he/him coochie

Contains: masterbation, oral, fingering, genital piercings, reader and Doma are kinda nasty

…

Doma who had been a demon for a hot minute already but has never tried to change his genitals/gender until he saw another demon do it and was reminded that he could also do that.

He wasn’t interested in having more feminine features, he liked the way he looked, but there was something about having a pussy that excited him.

So he does it and he loves it so much! It’s so much more comfortable to sit down and live. And it’s not like he could get a period so he got all the pros and no cons.

But his favourite part was when he would get touched there.

The first time he touched him self he didn’t last long, the feeling just being too good. He now understood why women were so loud when he pleased them and he couldn’t blame them.

Doma who loves to take his time and feel himself up and edge himself until he’s ready to cum on his fingers.

The way his fingers felt against clit was so incredible as rubbed small circles on it. His slick helping him glide his fingers across the sensitive surface as he moaned and wined. When he’s ready he uses his other had to insert two fingers inside of him, making the pleasure border line too much. it only took a few more movements to make his hole twitch around his fingers.

Doma who gets a vch piercing just so that every time he sits down or does a specific movement the bar rubs against his desperate clit that could never get enough.

…

Finally one day you came along and you had been getting closer to Doma. You noticed that his posture was different from other males, he would sit cross legged and he would never complain about how being uncomfortable, which most males do when they sit cross legged. That was one of the things that you noticed but never minded to ask.

One day as you guys were sitting outside on the porch you asked him if he ever considered changing genders since he could do that. Doma looked at you and smiled.

“Of course I have Y/n! And I have! It’s so much better than a dick!” He responded laughing lightly, amused by the conversation.

A mischievous smile appeared on your face.” Oh really? In what ways Doma?” You knew exactly where you were going with this.

“It’s much more comfortable and feels so amazing when I touch myself!” Doma raved at the thought of pleasing him self.

“Yourself? How about others?” You asked knowing the answer already.

“Unfortunately I haven’t tried that out yet.” He pouted as you moved closer towards him, placing your hand on his upper thigh.

“Oh Doma you poor thing.” Empathy in your tone.” Let me fix that for you. Can’t have you deprived like that.” You stand up and put your hands in front of Doma to help him up and led him back to his room. Lucky all the members were sleeping.” Take your cloths off and sit on your bean bag.” You order and watch him obey, peeling his clothes off and going to sit down on the bag. You walked up to him and sat beside him to kiss him. He immediately took control of the kiss making it aggressive as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your dominant hand going in-between his legs to toy with his sensitive bud, but to your surprise the was something cold and hard there too. Pulling away from the kiss you looked down. There was a small silver curved bar bell sitting on top of his puffy clit.” What’s this for? Hmm? It’s pretty cute.” You complement as you flick the metal bar making him gasp and shake.

“I like feeling cute and every time I sit down it makes me feel good.” He responds as he watches your hand as it starts to rub circles on him.” Sometimes I rub my legs together just for a little relief but it never works” He frowned as he sighed.

“Your so dirty Doma… such a desperate slut.” You go to kiss his pale neck as your fingers keep playing with him.

He seemed to really like little tight circles with added pressure, so you continued that motion and going down to his hole to collect wetness and to tease him a little.

Doma was getting louder as time went by and you could tell that he was going to cum soon so you pull your fingers away and detached your self from his neck. Doma whined at the absence of y/ns fingers.

“Why’d you stop? You’re being mean.”

“Open your mouth.” You ignored him. He opened his mouth and sucked on your wet fingers, tasting himself. After you felt like your hand was ‘clean’ enough you pulled your hand out of his mouth.” How do you taste?” You ask as you go down to the floor, pushing his thick thighs open and taking in the sight of his pussy.

“I taste so good y/n! Your very lucky to have the chance to taste me!” Doma flaunted as he looked down at you.

“Indeed I am.” You mumbles as you went to like a strip up his slit. He tasted so good and sweet, so you went back in for more. Starting slowly at working away on licking Domas clit. the blond hair that he trimmed was tickling you face but it was ok, it added to the appeal.

“Oh y/n! More please?!” He desperately asked as his hips tried to hump you face for more friction. You complied latching onto his clit sucking it as his whines turned into moans.” Ya just like that y/n! So good!”

His head tilted back, as the familiar feeling of his climax approached. The only thing that was missing was the fingers inside of him, but you seemed to read his mind. You used one hand to hold his legs down to keep him folded and your other hand was coming to put two fingers in him and rub his g-spot.

Tears started to build up in Doma rainbow eyes. The feeling was so good, better than it ever had been. His orgasm was rapidly approaching but time it felt different, there was a pressure also building up in his bladder, something that never happened before but it felt so incredible making him cry in pleasure as his body was taken over by tremors. You kept going until Doma was done riding out his orgasm and your face was covered in cum and squirt.

You pulled away form Domas sticky cunt and wiped your face on your shirt. Moving back up to Domas face to quickly peck his lips.” How was that?” You asked as you stood up.

“It was amazing y/n! I want to do it again!” He expressed as he sat up with excitement.

“Of course Doma.” You smiled as you went to go get a rag to clean him up.

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blueparadis · 1 year

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— FOR ME ; DOMA + AKAZA | dark content | cûcking, like xplícít cûcking, doma cucking akaza, s/d dynamics, power imbalance, lil cûm eating, f!reader, petnames, slight voyeurism, use of aphrodisiac, dûbçôn, m2f ôral // word count – 0.8k

“Do you like the show ?” Doma demands while having you seated on his lap, his legs curled around your lower body. “Or should I touch her properly?” said he, wetting his fingers with his saliva.

Your vision glossing, mouth huffing desperately, hands clasping onto Doma’s thighs for a steady posture, for you not to keep shuddering every time he nudges his hard-on against your buttocks. You look at Akaza, who is staring at you in a grave manner unable to decide if he should go on or stop, conflicted just like you. His eyes ask you to stop but his body begs to differ. Your glossy vision ghosts over his crotch where you could see a patch of wetness. If you had noticed it sooner, you wouldn't have been ashamed of letting the pleasure reel through your body.

Is this turning him on too?

Doma, patient as ever, whispers into your lips, “Or should I keep playing with you like this?” turning your face towards him by holding your chin firmly as he rubs those saliva-smeared fingers over the hard buds of your bosom. You tore away your gaze arching under his touch. There is nothing much covering your body, certainly, the kimono covers your lower body being clustered on the floor but your upper body is buck naked. With a melodious long ‘hmm’ Doma licks the back cavity of your ear lobes as his questions weigh down your mind.

“Yes” Akaza remarks. His palms forming fists, his veins becoming prominent as he tries his best to stay calm, stay in control, and not rush over there and exploit your body all the more. Doma lifts you a little, pulling you closer to his chest. He adjusts his cock aligning it to your entrance. Your hands fly back towards your mouth covering it to hold down your moan. But as you struggle to adjust to his length, wince as he holds you tighter than before Doma takes it slow. He does not want to hurt you, that would not be fun while you are in this state. He wants you to remember him, remember this euphoric pleasure; while Akaza watches you from afar.

“More. Please. Mo-re” you murmur eyes full of water, hands shamelessly roaming everywhere over your body. The more Doma lets you slowly get used to his huge girth, the greater the hunger to touch yourself. Akaza leans against the settee, spreading his legs. His eyes were so focused on your body, on your reactions that he forgot he was watching his woman getting fucked by none other than his loathed colleague.

“My my, ” Doma spreads your legs further by holding your inner thighs. “You're still so tight, y/n” Akaza does not blame you one bit. He knows this show was entirely his fault. He knows that you took aphrodisiacs to please him, to earn his attention, to satiate his hunger. You let out a small moan as Doma’s cock finally plunges inside your hole, letting you feel his thick girth. Doma holds your waist as you start to bob with his cock inside you. One.two.three.four. . . You were already wet from the earlier teasing and now with Doma’s cock inside you and Akaza’s eyes hooking on your movements rarely left you sane. You have to satisfy both of them. You have to be good, you have to be perfect. . .

Akaza leaves his seat approaching you. You cease to move for a few moments but Doma holds your waist making you bounce again. “How pathetic,” Akaza smirks before getting onto his knees, lowering his face to lick your entrance. With Doma fucking you, and Akaza licking your clit-bud you gave up on the fact of pleasing them. It was hard to think anymore, harder to catch up with the pleasure crashing your senses as it traveled through your veins. Akaza, whose hands were rested on the soft flesh of your inner thighs propelled his mouth forward to not suck you harder. Your warm trembling hands resting on his head, fingers raking through his soft carmine locks have surely encouraged him. He starts to stroke his cock while you hold his face having Doma's cock hammering inside you mercilessly. He was not backing down either. He let out a large groan while latching his mouth on your neck, making you more numb, as if you were not already at the edge of losing consciousness. Your body shudders, mind blacks out, tears stream down your face as you feel the hotspurs of his cum blending with your juices.

Akaza leans away and stands up. You look at his slick wetted mouth from the washed-over orgasm while still having Doma’s cock inside you, being too numb to do anything from getting freshly fucked; thus at the brink of losing all your senses. He holds your chin firmly, kissing you gently on the lips, letting you taste your orgasm, and then retorting to ask, “Sweetheart, can you give me one more?” His fingers ran over your lips making Doma smirk. “For me?” he asked after you nodded a ‘yes.’

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kirsteingf · 8 months

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Corruption | Doma x Reader (fem)

CW: female reader, blood, dubcon (heavy on this), fingering, slight praise, basically doma fucks you dumb :) Doma will do anything it takes to make you a demon.

Divider by @kithsune <3

The moon trickled through the trees above you, the blade of your katana reflecting the light as you held it high after inflicting the final blow on the demon you'd been sent to kill. You watched as its body crumbled beneath you, cursing you to hell as it slowly withered away. Your breaths were as calm as ever, this demon being nothing compared to the ones you'd slain before.

"Light work," you muttered to yourself, sheathing your katana and taking a moment to scan your surroundings. Although you'd completed your mission, you could still sense that something was off. You weren't alone. You'd mastered the act of keeping your guard up now, but you were nowhere near as skilled as a Hashira, which is why you almost didn't notice the eyes up in a nearby tree trained on you. You grabbed the hilt of your katana, heart thumping against your ribcage as you sized him up. He was nothing like any of the measly demons you'd been fighting; he reeked of something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"Water breathing, first form-" You drew your katana, but before you could even assume your fighting stance, the demon disappeared. You couldn't sense where he was, but you could feel his presence. Collect yourself you thought, but before you could even turn to face his looming aura, your katana had been swiped from your grasp and your legs kicked out beneath you, leaving you defenseless. He laughed softly, throwing your katana to the side and looming over you.

"I've been watching you…waiting for this moment for so long," he said, his voice dripping with excitement. You cowered below him, but he gently cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. You felt your heart drop as you stared at his eyes, realising the severity of the situation.

Upper 2

His face changed to an almost concerned look as he noticed your fear.

"I can't stand seeing you scared,"

"W-What do you want from me?" You managed to get out, fear almost incapacitating your ability to talk. An upper rank wouldn't go out of their way to prey on a mere corps member. You were nowhere near a threat to him or the 12 Kizuki.

"I want…to fill you with my blood," he gripped both sides of your face with an almost maniacal grin plastered across his face.

"No. I won't let you," You glared, willing yourself to calm your breathing, desperately trying to mask your fear.

"I've seen you, the way you fight is…breathtaking," he complimented, sighing dreamily. You'd always been given compliments on your fighting style, people often comparing you to a ballet dancer as you fought with pure elegance.

"But-" his face contorted into one of concern. "-you're weak." his thumb swiped over your trembling lip.

"You'd never make it as a Hashira," He pouted, feigning pity. He dropped you to the floor, and you used this opportunity to grab your katana and attempt an attack.

"Water breathing third form: flowing dance," you struck him with your sword, but you were nowhere near strong enough to slice through. The most he got was comparable to a cat scratch, and yet pain coursed through you. Your knees buckled, and Doma stalked towards you. As a last resort, you pointed your katana towards him, and he just let it glide into him. In fact, he put his hand over yours and guided it through his stomach with a weirdly calm smile on his face. Doma was a demon obsessed with the beauty of femininity, so it was no wonder he took a liking to your fighting style. The fact that he knew you were of no threat to him only encouraged him; he felt like he could mould you into whatever he wanted.

"Y-You're a psycho," you cried out, hand trembling beneath his as he pulled your katana out. He regenerated almost immediately, but the blood on your sword remained. This time, the blade pointed towards you.

"Let me make you a demon, join me. We could be so powerful,"

You shook your head, cowering away from the tip of your blade, tears welling in your eyes. You never thought your own sword would be used against you.

Doma sighed, pouting slightly as a freezing mist began surrounding you.

"It pains me to do this.." He watched as you gasped, the cold air hitting your lungs.

"Such a waste," he nicked your cheek with your sword, blood droplets appearing across the mark he'd made.

As soon as the blood on your cheek fell, you saw a change in Doma's eyes. He looked…hungry, but not in a way that he wanted to eat you.

"Marechi," he whispered, a grin appearing on his face.

Marechi blood was often intoxicating to weaker demons, significantly reducing their cognitive ability, but more powerful demons have a high tolerance to the effects of it. Yours, however, seemed to be affecting him in a way you hadn't seen before. The scent drove him crazy, his rainbow eyes darkening as he hungrily loomed over you.

"P-Please," you whimpered, fearing for your life. He threw your katana aside, wiping the blood from your cheek with his thumb, making you wince. He swiped his thumb over his tongue, the faint stain of your blood coating it before it disappeared back into his mouth.

"I want to know how you'll taste between my teeth," his smile was that of a psycho, and you braced yourself as he honed in on you, expecting him to start devouring you. But it never happened.

Instead, Doma nipped harshly at your neck, and you whined at the sharp pain before you felt the blood drip over your collarbone. He hungrily licked up the mess, and you felt your breath hitch.

"What are you doing?" You asked him weakly, but he didn't answer. He fed on your blood as you whimpered underneath him, helpless. He stood back to admire you, swiping his tongue over his bloody fangs. Your blood had stained the collar of your corps uniform, and he shook his head at the sight.

"I'm so sorry, I've made a mess of you. Let's get this off," He smirked, undoing the buttons on your shirt and throwing it to the side. He hummed as he took in the sight, a helpless victim trembling before him.

"It pains me to see you like this," he dropped to his knees, putting his two hands on either side of your shoulders.

"Let me make you feel good,"

It's almost like tasting your blood had an aphrodisiac effect on him, his eyes clouded with lust as he grabbed your chin.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't enjoyed the feeling of him licking and biting at your neck, but you couldn't shake the thought that this was a demon. An upper-rank one at that. Still, the dampness between your legs wasn't going to do you any justice. You knew there was no point in fighting him off, he could easily just kill you. There were no other options but to submit to his will.

You looked up at him, and he smiled down at you. It almost looked genuine.

He brought his lips to yours in a hungry kiss, and you couldn't help moaning into his mouth as his free hand explored your exposed skin. His hand was cold, contrasting the warmth of your human skin. His lips found your neck again, the scent of your blood leaving him hungry for more. His teeth nipped at your skin, drawing more small droplets of blood.

Doma had you completely at his disposal, and he relished in the fact.

"You'll be mine by the end of this," he murmured, no hint of doubt in his voice.

"I want to keep you forever,"

His hand found your nipple, fingers grazing over the perky bud before pinching it lightly. He watched your reactions closely, pinching slightly harder when he noticed your chest rise with a gasp from the feeling.

"Please, I-"

His movements stilled, and his face moved closer to yours.

"Please what?"

You suddenly became hyper-aware that he wasn't touching you, all the places he'd touched you burned longingly as if he'd branded your skin.

"D-Dont stop…" you whispered, and Doma wasted no time pinning your arms above your head.

"I'm not going to stop…until you're begging for my blood," he smirked, and his hand slowly made its way to the hem of your panties. He effortlessly ripped them away from your body, the cold air from Doma causing you to gasp as it made contact with your middle. He rubbed a few teasing circles into your clit, your eyes fluttering shut as your head tilted back underneath him.

"Look at me. I want you to watch your innocence wither away at the hands of a demon," You didn't hesitate, pulling your lip between your teeth as you watched Doma tease your clit. He didn't keep it up for long, moving onto your dripping hole that had been desperate for something to fill it. His glacial skin compared to your heat sent a cool chill up your spine, goosebumps appearing over your exposed body as he slowly slipped a single finger into your desperate hole. Doma studied your face, noticing every change in your expression as he pumped it in and out of you with ease, your lips parted, soft, breathy moans leaving them, and eyes trained on his

"Hmmm, such an obedient little human you are," he praised, noticing how you clenched around him at his words. His finger curled, grazing against that sweet spot inside of you once before slowing his movements to an agonising pace. You writhed beneath him, and Doma smirked as he watched your hips search for something more.

“Please,” you breathed, and Doma’s free hand held your hips still as he teased you even further, his pace almost torturous.

“S-Stop, please I want more,” you pleaded, and Doma added another finger as he pushed them back into you, curling them both into that same spot over and over.

Your heart pounded from the intensity of the pleasure, and he could sense it. He could feel every fibre of your being as he filled you with his fingers. When he felt your walls tighten around him, he brought his thumb up to rub small circles into your clit to bring you closer to the edge. It didn’t take long at all before the intense wave of pleasure rushed over you, loud moans tainting the otherwise calm woodland atmosphere.

His free hand clamped over your mouth as he fingered you through your orgasm, moans muffled against his fingers.

"Perfect, you've reached a state of bliss," he smiled, and you fell limp beneath him.

"At this point, I would've already devoured you," he ran his tongue over his fangs as he took in your fucked out expression.

"But I'd be a fool if I didn't try you out for myself, wouldn't I?" The sound of his belt unbuckling grounded you back down to Earth, coming down from your pleasure induced high. You watched as he pulled his pants down slightly, just enough to reveal his cock, your eyes visibly widening at the size. You could've guessed he'd be well endowed from the fact that he was a demon. You wondered if he'd even fit inside you, the mere thought of him struggling fit in your cock-hungry pussy almost had you moaning.

"Don't worry," his hand gently grazed your chin, bringing your eyes to his instead.

"I won't be gentle," he sneered as he turned you over, lifting your hips up so he could position himself. Despite his words, he started slow, sliding himself in inch by inch until he couldn't anymore. The stretch was unimaginably painful, tears welling in your eyes as his cock stuffed you full.

"You take it so well," he hummed, claws digging into your hips as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. The wetness from your previous orgasm glistened on his length, his thrusts becoming easier each time he buried himself into you, pain slowly subsiding as pleasure took over. Your moans were high pitched and whiny as he used your hole, his cock reaching places that could never be touched by another human. Everything he did reminded you that he was a demon, but you didn't feel ashamed. There was no room for shame or dignity while he had you bouncing on his dick for his pleasure, completely at his disposal.

"You have no idea how hard it is for me to not completely ruin you right now," he whispered, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you flush against his back. His pace didn't let up as he held you there, loosely wrapping his arm around your neck.

"I'll have to save that for-" he groaned, cutting himself off, hips stuttering slightly.

"Mhm, for when I make you mine forever," His free hand cupped one of yours, urging you to touch yourself.

"Make yourself cum for me, sweet angel," he maintained a rhythm again, slightly slower, but deep enough to set your nerve endings alight. You obeyed, rubbing circles into your already sensitive clit to bring back that all familiar feeling.

He groaned as your walls tightened around him, the extra stimulation being just what you needed to feel the pool building up in the pit of your abdomen. He didn't stop, keeping the same pace as your fingers desperately urged for that sweet release, and you swear you saw stars the moment it hit. Doma held you as your legs gave way beneath you, fucking you through another orgasm, curses and moans leaving your mouth before your body went limp with bliss once again.

Doma used your hole, giving you a few more lazy thrusts before he followed suit, hips stilling as he released ribbons of white inside your abused pussy. He placed you down after pulling himself out of you, a mixture of both of your cum dripping from your pussy as you laid there, drunk on sex. Doma redressed himself, and grabbed your katana that laid forgotten on the floor. You could only watch, your mind fogged in a state of ecstasy, as he walked towards you with a concerned look on his face.

"My, what a poor, sweet soul!" He mocked, taking your katana and making a small slice in his hand.

"Come, drink my blood and I'll take care of you…forever," he smirked, knowing he'd won. You couldn't fight him off in the state you were in, one of his hands holding your mouth open so he could pour himself into you.

"As obedient as ever," he smiled sweetly, scooping you up in his arms.

"Let's get you out of here, I'm sure Muzan will be pleased to meet your acquaintance,"

#doma x reader #douma x reader #douma smut #douma kny #demon slayer x reader #doma smut #doma kny

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mokislover · 1 year

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𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 !

𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖺 𝗑 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 --

𝖼𝗐𝗌; 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

for this thing here @pastelpinkcloud 😱👎

" awee is it too tight for you darling? " stroking the red rope that was tightend on your soft skin

you were so sensitive that a single touch would get you whining and crying desperately

"please let me go--lord doma!" tears slip out of your puffy red eyes trailing down onto your cute cheeks !!

" but i cant! you're so adorable following me like a little whiny dog..!" laughing at your frail state

touching your perked up nipple rubbing it softly as you whine in the sudden stimulation " ah..hng--"

you stare up to him with your cute wittle doe eyes, he just cant help it can he?

hes now got you bent over holding the wall for dear life, as the tight ropes are bound to leave marks all over

he's not gonna stop just yet even after pulling out an orgasm out of you for the nth time

"--lord c..cant n'more !!" crying in the growing stimulations as his cold hands drop down to your cute clit rubbing it gently

" you can take more right? My trusty follower can take just one more okay?" whispering in your ear as you cum once again

eyes rolling tongue sticking out as you were only able to muffle words by words,, he suddenly slapped your clit

as you whine harder, "answer."

"hng..okay..'m can take one more.."

you know he's lying, you're just to sex-drunk to notice ;((

here you go ig 👎👎

#eimuros #demon #demonslayer #demon slayer #doma #douma #douma x reader #doma x reader #doma smut #douma smut #douma x reader smut #femreader #smut #demon slayer smut

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wildandsmile · 9 months

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Upper moons with a black demon reader (fem) bonus if she thicccc😖😖😖

𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓬𝔂

These are actual short stories, not head canons. And fill free to let me know if you want the full versions of these.

This piece is written for the Upper Moons , characters from Demon Slayer .

Kinks Included : Fem Receiving, Overstim, Breeding, Cervix Kissing, Mating Press, Praise, Monster Fucking, Fist Fucking, Sub Gyutaro, Dom Reader, Clothes Smelling.

Enjoy!

Kokushibo

Kokushibo is quiet, blunt and well-mannered man, and is renowned for being the strongest demon, on par with Muzan himself. So imagine his astonishment when you a lower rank demon happened to accidentally hear about his longing to become even stronger and defeat his brother, even in death. Though his initial instinct was to eliminate you to keep this event a secret, he couldn't bring himself to draw his sword once he saw the moonlight bathe you in its glow.

You were an enchanting vision, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Your figure was exquisitely proportioned, and the slight curve of your stomach peeking out from the kimono added to your allure. What truly captivated him was your radiant, smooth, deep bronze skin that shimmered under the moonlight. Surprisingly, when you saw him, you didn't flee or scream; instead, you gracefully sat beside him, attentively listening as he passionately spoke about himself.

And so began your extraordinary bond. Each night, like clockwork, you would rendezvous at the same place, finding solace in Kokushibo's comforting embrace, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. Occasionally, he'd playfully pinch your cheek, affectionately remarking, "You're so adorable, I could devour you." This endearing quip would occasionally prompt you to gaze up at him with a raised eyebrow, retorting, "I hope you don't actually mean that." In response, a warm laugh would escape him, deepening the charm of your enchanting connection.

You cherished his laughter, as it made you feel like you could truly ease his burdens. So the one day when you arrived at your usual meeting spot and couldn’t find Kokushibo, worry crept into your heart. However, as you settled down, a comforting embrace enveloped you, and you sensed his head resting gently on the center of your back. You attempted to turn around to look at him but hesitated, prompting you to inquire, "What's bothering you, Kokus?" His grip tightened, and he confessed, "I feel ashamed of myself." Confused, you turned your head to the left, wondering why someone as strong as him would feel such emotions. Finally, you asked, "What's making you feel so ashamed ?" He then lifted his head and uttered.“ My mind as been running with thoughts of you swelled up with my kid causing the tent in my pants to keep growing”

" Then why not make that idea into actuality?" you propose, while gently resting your palm over his leg. And in that moment, you found yourself in a position where your knees were pressed against your chest, as Kokushibo thrust his cock against your cervix causing your sloppy wet cunt to throb and tighten , which made you pull closer to him and embrace him in your arms.“Fuck your pulling me so tightly, you can’t wait to be bred with my child can’t you” Kokushibo groans into the nap of your neck. you didn’t even try to speak, you were way too drunk on the feeling of his cock deep inside you.

Safe to say you didn’t leave until you looked pregnant

Doma

In contrast to Kokushibo, Doma was characterized by his playful, flirtatious nature and, admittedly, his tendency to be outright annoying. But he didn't mind. Actually, he couldn't care less about grasping the intricacies of emotions. However, when you entered the picture, he found himself bewildered by his own desire to have you close, unable to fathom why he couldn't simply devour you. Everything felt inexplicable to him, so he stuck to what he knew best—teasing and playful banter, a realm where he felt comfortable and confident.

Despite being aware that Doma was fond of something about you, the exact reason behind his intense attraction remained an enigma. Surrounded by numerous young and beautiful women vying for his attention, he consistently chose to engage with you. One day, he teasingly murmured into your ear, "You know, this outfit is really turning me on," while enveloping you with his arms around your waist. You would instinctively push him away, pretending as if nothing happened, attempting to gain a brief respite from his playful advances.

However, despite your efforts to ignore him, the outcome remained unchanged. Each time, he would summon you to his quarters late at night, ensuring a servant escorted you to prevent any escape. Once you reached the door, he would swiftly pull you inside, wasting no time to undress you and intimately intertwine with you. Thus, another one of your prolonged nights with Doma would commence. Yet, no matter how many times you experienced this, the overwhelming intensity of the encounters never ceased to catch you off guard, leaving you unable to grow accustomed to the situation.

He would always position you in front of a mirror, and you would be forced to watch as his finger curled inside, transforming your cute cunt into a sloppy mess. And If you dared to closed your eyes, he would stop and wait for you to open them again. "Only good girls that do what they're told get to cum" He would say as he placed butterfly kisses down your nap. Yet it was the combination of his firm cock pressing into your ass and his penetrating look that you could feel even with your eyes closed it made you feel like a fly caught in a spider's web.

Yet he would eventually get tired of waiting for you to open your eyes and he would just shove his entire cock deep inside you, not giving you any time to adjust to his size before his cock slammed back inside your cunt. And at soon point just like every night you would find yourself face to face with Doma and yet even as you wrap your arms around his neck and place your head in his chest moaning loudly for him to slowly down he would only laugh and slap your ass before saying something like. “Are you sure you want me to slowly down slut, it seems like to me you love it I’m rough with you. Every time I slap these fat ass of yours your cunt twitches” That would be only one of the many embarrassing positions he could put you in.

Though every following morning , you were unable to get out of bed, but when you did make it out of the bed you headed to the mirror were you noticed a purple hand print on your tanned liked ass. “Doma you son of a bitch when I find you you’re dead”

Akaza

Akaza may come off as a bit brusque and rugged, but once he's back home with you, he becomes as gentle as putty in your arms. Spending hours sitting down, he lovingly helps you with your hair, placing tender kisses down your neck. What truly warms his heart is when he returns from a rough day at work, most likely due to Doma's antics, and you let him rest his head on your thighs as you massage away his worries."

He wouldn't come right out and say it, but the way his head would sink into your thick thighs while he developed in your warmth and his nose filled with your delicious aroma was intoxicating to him. It always made him want to take you to bed and fuck all of his remaining frustration into you.

But even though he told you he loved it when you let him lay his head on your thigh you insisted that they were too big and disgusting, always talking about how you should lose weight and that always pissed him off.

That's how you ended up here, with your eyes rolled back in your head while Akaza licked long hot laps across your adorable cunt and coiled his thumb around your inflated clit. He moaned as he bit your thighs, "Fuck your beautiful. You wanted to push him away so your overstimulated clit could rest, but every time you tried he’d put his head on your mark thighs and look up at you begging with puppy dog eyes to let him continue, the scene made your hands go weak causing you to give in.

It's better to indicate you'll be there for a while since he won't let up until you give in and tell him you're stunning on the inside as well as the outside.

Gyokko

Upon first meeting Gyokko, he initially seemed completely absorbed in his art, paying little attention to anyone else. However, that all changed when you stumbled upon one of his vases, which left you breathless with its beauty. As he delved into the details of its creation, you discovered that he used a unique and intriguing medium - human blood as paint. Though initially taken aback by this unconventional choice, as he continued to explain the meticulous process he put into each vase, you couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer dedication and effort he poured into his masterpieces. You found yourself in the midst of Gyokko's enchanting gift exchange. Each day, he would present you with mesmerizing artworks, whether it was a serene zen garden crafted from human bone or a living statue. With each piece, he would sit down with you, seeking your insights and feedback, always eager to improve his creations.

Then, on one extraordinary day, Gyokko surprised you with a unique gift – a statue of yourself. Instead of you explaining your admiration, he took the initiative to express his own feelings about it. "This has to be one of my favorite pieces yet," he said passionately. "I selected the finest human for this sculpture, enhancing the beauty of your sepia-like skin and with spider lilies I brong out your captivating red undertones. Everything about this piece is simply breathtaking, don't you agree?"In awe, you were left speechless, and in response, you tenderly kissed his cold cheek, conveying your appreciation and approval.

Ever since that memorable interaction, Gyokko continued to surprise you with his mesmerizing masterpieces, and your gratitude was conveyed with a tender kiss on his cheek. The other upper moons often teased and questioned your relationship, especially Doma, who playfully suggested that you should just date since you already acted like a married couple.

Both of you blushed and vehemently denied any romantic involvement, insisting that your bond was that of friends and comrades, demons united in arms. At least, that's what you believed until Gyokko presented you with vases adorably adorned with a picture of you both sharing a kiss. As you nodded in response to the gift, he spoke with a hint of hope in his voice, "Perhaps, instead of just kissing me on the cheek, you could kiss me for real this time. Maybe we could even be more than just friends."

With a playful laugh, you jest with Gyokko, pondering how you would even kiss him – should it be on his eyes or his lips that are his eye? Seeing the sadness in his expression, you quickly reassure him, saying you were just kidding, and you would love to kiss him. In response, he eagerly springs back out of his vase, pulling you into his arms. His touch felt cold and somewhat slimy, yet strangely comforting, like a gentle embrace from the sea.

As the two of you embraced your unique relationship, you became an unusual couple within the demon society. However, your fame wasn't derived from heroic deeds like slaying a hashira; it stemmed from Gyokko's newfound passion. He had grown weary of using humans to create his masterpieces, prompting him to explore a new approach – using demons instead. Embracing your role as the higher upper moon, you ventured out each night to find the perfect demons for his new creations.And with every demon you captured for him, Gyokko rewarded you with a special and intimate gesture, expressing his appreciation and affection for your unwavering support in his artistic endeavors.

Not many people have seen Gyokko in his ultimate form, but those who have described him as looking like a merman and promising to cram you full of his cocks as a reward. First, he'd shower you with compliments—"Your too beautiful for the world," "You are any artist's inspiration," and so on—until you were on your knees with shame, and then he'd grab you, pulling you up to him so his cold, wet lips, could kiss you all the way up your arm to your neck. Just like every other night, you found yourself dangling from his shoulder as both of his cocks stuffed your hole, not pulling out until you were a dripping, muttering mess. Gyokko wasn't one for foreplay or teasing; he believed it was best to get straight to the point.

So by the end of the night you stuffed full and your body felt cold and sticky but you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your night.

Gyutaro

You held the position of a substitute upper-rank demon, with the potential to ascend to a true upper moon only in the event of a seat holder's demise. Despite this, your presence at upper rank meetings was essential to ensure you were well-informed, prepared to step in if necessary.

Though upon every meeting you soon bey fond of Gyutaro and Daki, the sixth-ranking upper moon siblings, a profound connection emerged, bridging their past lives with their present. Having acquainted yourself with their histories, you intuitively pieced together the nuances of their personalities. Gyutaro's role as the elder and leader was unmistakable, evident in his sister's unwavering grasp, signifying her implicit trust in his protection and care.

Evidently, he lavished upon her every conceivable luxury, mirroring the indulgent tendencies of his fellow upper moons. However, you consciously elected to maintain a distance from the duo, recognizing the imprudence of cultivating a friendship that might jeopardize your own ascent within their ranks. Despite your attempts to avert your attention, a sense of inner turmoil tugged at you.

Gyutaro bore the appearance of one who had abstained from sustenance for days, almost as if he willingly relinquished his own nourishment to provide for his sister. His incessant scratching hinted at a deeper affliction beneath his skin, one he grappled with. In contrast, although you initially perceived Daki as a vexing child, prone to tears upon encountering resistance, the intensity of her gaze toward her brother conveyed a profound sense of responsibility, hinting at an unspoken self-blame for his condition.

One fateful evening, you ventured into the enigmatic allure of the red light district. As you navigated the streets, you caught the gaze of curious onlookers, undeterred by the amorous advances of some men. With your characteristic indifference, you brushed aside their advances, continuing your nocturnal journey. Your path led you to the brothel where Daki plied her trade. Upon entering, you addressed the receptionist, your intent clear. Astonishingly, he anticipated your arrival, uttering "230" before your very approach.

Proceeding to the designated room, you encountered Daki, her presence enhanced by the encircling ribbons that adorned the space. Seating yourself before her, she broke the silence with a curt inquiry, "What brings you here?" A fleeting search for Gyutaro yielded no result, prompting you to respond, "I had intended to engage with both you and Gyutaro, to share a meal and have a conversation or two . Yet, since his absence, I shall take my leave." Rising from your seat, you initiated your exit, but her voice stayed your departure, "We do not mind if you stay as long as you leave once my shifts over. We anticipate the arrival of demon slayers later tonight."

As it came to be your turn to speak, the word "We" lingered on your lips, yet your attention was abruptly captivated by the emergence of Gyutaro from Daki's back. Initially, you dismissed it as a mere illusion, albeit an odd one. Seating himself beside his sibling, Gyutaro's countenance bore a fleeting trace of disdain as he regarded you.

Unperturbed, you brushed aside the momentary discomfort, producing a couple of blood packets. Presenting them, you noticed Daki's quizzical expression and promptly explained, "I observed that you both seemed to be depriving yourselves, so I brought blood as a gesture of friendship." This gesture appeared to agitate Gyutaro, prompting him to voice his skepticism, "Oh, how could someone like you, possessing both beauty and intellect, possibly comprehend our predicament." While inwardly gratified by the unexpected compliment, you chose to remain composed, brushing off the flattery.

"Indeed, I may not fully comprehend your circumstances, but if it's acceptable to you, I'd be more than willing to offer my assistance. And please, don't underestimate yourself – your quite handsome yourself," you remarked, a faint blush gracing your cheeks. This unexpected reaction seemed to render Gyutaro momentarily speechless, punctuating the night with an unusual silence.

As the time to part ways arrived, you bid your farewell to Daki and Gyutaro, initiating a pattern that would become a part of your nightly routine. Amidst your missions, you consistently found yourself drawn to the brothel, forging a connection with the two siblings. The evenings flowed harmoniously as stories from the past intertwined with discussions about fellow demons. Over time, your companionship deepened, and you discovered yourself gradually succumbing to feelings for Gyutaro. His blend of shyness and boldness, coupled with his profound understanding, resonated deeply with your own sensibilities, making him an ideal match.

You were taken aback when, during your stay at the brothel, you awoke in the middle of the night to use the restroom and saw Gyutaro through the crack in the door, stroking his cock and moaning your name, saying things like, "Fuck you feel so fucking good." You then saw him sniffing your kimono's top coat and thrust his cock into his fist, realizing that he was imagining you. You were about to leave when the door opened, exposing your cover. Causing him to say, "Who's there?" and not wanting to waste these chance you opened the door . He then covered his face in an attempt to hide, but you thwarted him and say.

"I didn't say you had to stop you can keep going, while I watch right pervert ." He gazed at you for a second, expecting your face expression and tone to change but once he saw it wasn’t going to. He uncovered himself and started thrusting into his fist again, but this time he was moving even quicker. But the your smell your body it was all becoming to much for him to handle but right as his was about to cum you push his hand a way from his cock while slowly sliding your panties of and sitting on lap causing him to look up at you confused and say "W-what are you doing?"

You then look at him with lust in your eyes and tell him, "Exactly what it looks like, I'm not letting you cum until your a sobbing mess in front of me." He is at a loss for words; no woman as beautiful as you has ever shown interest in him, much less looked at him with such intensity that he felt like he would cum at your mere presence.

Let's just say you held on to him until he was a blubbering mess, begging you to stop torturing his overstimed cock.

Decided to make a separate post for Hantengu and his colones hopefully I’ll have it done in a few day.

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ferninapot · 7 months

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miner dee en eye (kinda nsfw) go do your homework losers /neu same thing for ageless blogs. Cease.

Me when brain suddenly "kokudoma"

Like. It's honestly such a crackship but they're fuck buddies only bc kokushibo is an edgy ass bitch

But doma is like actually fond of him and won't leave him tf alone so koku goes "fuck it" and edges him with like small doses of attention only to fuck him senseless later, and y'all know they can both go for literally forever bc stamina is not an issue for demons at all

Anywhoooo 🤣

Drabble under the cut. Once again, nsfw = get the FUCK out if you're a minor plz thx ❤🌹🙏

Tags; nsfw (duh doy) kokudou, doma being a bottom bitch, degredation, little to no aftercare tbh koku don't got time for that, impact play, blood play, biting, belt bondage, humiliation, one sided affection, koku being sassy, demons being freaks lmao!

oh yeah, and before I forget to mention uh. my bad if there are like, issues in the writing. I don't rlly write smut like that so it may be like, finnicky or whatever.

His Affection

As the second-in-command, the moments bestowed upon Upper Moon 1 were of the utmost significance—a privilege beyond measure to partake in even the slightest morsel of his precious time, perhaps more so than the demon king himself.

And it seemed Muzan thought so too.

Doma's relationship with the highest Kizuki was, put simply, a distraction for them both. His lordship already didn't like him—and it was evident that the progenitor fancied the prospect of hearing his cries of pleasure bounce about the sprawling walls of the Infinity Castle even less. Or having the ability to see him unfurl anywhere, for that matter.

Yet he tolerated it all, much as he tolerated the myriad eccentricities that defined Doma's existence—solely because Kokushibo didn't bear any particular fondness of the man. If there was any semblance of favor beneath his veneer, it was a masterful deception, concealed with an artistry that left no room for doubt.

“How exceedingly unbecoming of you... Upper Moon Two,” Kokushibo taunted, his tone laced with derision as he continued to torment Doma. A single thrust of his knee into Doma's perineum reduced him to a huffing, mewling, wanton mess that could do nothing but writhe beneath the relentless assault. “Pathetic.”

“For you, I...” Doma began to croon in response, but his sentiment was summarily disregarded by his superior.

Indeed, the kanji branded into Doma's very being served as a constant reminder of the wrongness that tainted their actions. Yet he grappled with the notion of whether it truly constituted wrongdoing, when he was held captive by someone of superior strength. It could have been worse, but the act itself, while undeniably indulgent, left him yearning for more.

Three pairs of amber eyes encased in bloodshot sclerae bore down upon Doma's kaleidoscope orbs, middle eyelids lifting with a sadistic mirth as the latter struggled to gather his bearings. Yes, if nothing else, he was a rather fine instrument—a myriad outlet of wanton and eager reactions to every strum, stroke, and tug of Kokushibo's own.

Another forceful thrust, and Doma's fists, ensnared by the constricting uwa-obi, trembled with impatience. His hitherto unrewarding quest for gratification danced in macabre synchrony with Kokushibo's unyielding onslaught of ruthless stringency. Stringency he trusted Doma could handle, just as he had many times before.

Indeed, he bore an unparalleled capacity to endure the most precarious of circumstances. Stripped bare and vulnerable, entangled within Kokushibo's grip that paradoxically bore both pain and pleasure to his bruised wrists, all within the sanctum of his private chambers where the prying eyes of servants loomed over him as a threat to his image—his affection for the elder demon had endowed him with a remarkable adaptability. That which Kokushibo quite appreciated, even while he didn't do so typically.

“Please,” Doma keened, not entirely sure of what he was begging for. His legs flailed above Kokushibo's hips, the capriciousness of his knee now replaced with a rhythmic cadence. In response, Doma's own hips danced to accommodate, all under Kokushibo's unwavering gaze.

“Please?” The elder demon withdrew his knee just as he noticed Doma's thrusts growing more frantic, bringing about a plaintive whine of protest. One that he ignored. “Please what?”

Cruel, Doma surmised, his furrowed brows betraying a sensation akin to frustration—though it was more related to a profound sense of bereftness. The feeling soon gave way to astonishment though, as his superior's calloused, unfettered hand ventured toward his most intimate regions. In a tantalizing journey that brushed past a multitude of erogenous zones, Kokushibo commenced a painstakingly leisurely rhythm of strokes upon the taut, erect shaft. “Lord Kokushibo,” Doma moaned, the words escaping his lips in yet another impassioned plea. He couldn't bite back his grin at the pleasure as the ministrations increasingly focused on his tip.

“Hmm?” He pressed.

“I...”

“Out with it, now.” With a low, knowing hum, Kokushibo continued his torturous ministrations, the shadow of a wry smile playing upon his lips. He reveled in the unfolding tableau, and were it not for the undeniable evidence concealed beneath his hakama, Doma might have failed to discern Kokushibo's own mounting desire. His digit, now shifting its focus to Doma's taint and then his quivering slit, brought about a gasp and a shuddering buck of his hips from his suboordinate.

“Oh, you intoxicate me,” was what Doma wanted nothing more than to convey at that moment—but he was thinking with the brain in between his legs now, and just choking out the phrase “I want you to fuck me” was a hassle on its own. So in lieu of those words, his body needily leaned into Kokushibo's tantalizing caress, eliciting a flinch, a fervent yelp, and the shadow of a chuckle as he was duly rewarded with the electrifying sting of a strike to his thigh.

“Out with it,” repeated Upper Moon One, eyes lazily trailing downwards towards Doma's slit. The hand on his thigh never quite ceased its position there, but it did gingerly slide upwards, halting just shy of his hip. “I much prefer hearing you mewl and beg...” Kokushibo leaned back, moving to take the awaiting bottle of oil beside them in his hand with a mumur, “...than I do seeing you throw your hips about without any abandon or shame... like a cheap harlot.”

Or perhaps he preferred a combination of both.

His movements were deft and fluid, and soon enough, Doma found his thighs tensing in ecstasy as his superior slid a slicked finger inside with ease. With a single thrust, followed by the benevolent curl of Kokushibo's digit, he effortlessly conducted a symphony of squirming, whimpering, and shuddering glee from the younger demon.

“Oh, god, yes— more of that,” he finally cried out, his moans now reaching crescendos of reckless abandon, “Please, I need— I nee-he-oh...!”

Something between a laugh and a keen leaves his mouth mid plea, and Kokushibo lavishes a hot tongue on his nipple. Simultaneously, the hand that had lingered on his upper thigh ventured upward to cup his pectoral—soft and sumptuous enough to rival a woman's bosom, and apparently just as sensitive as one, too.

“Go on,” Kokushibo rasped, following his words with a bite that sent his suboordinate gasping for air that he hardly needed to begin with. Doma seemed so caught up in the feeling of wet hotness lapping his erected nipple that he hardly had any reaction to the second and soon, third finger of Kokushibo's adding to the mess of oily slick that was his entrance. A wicked spectacle it was, to witness the unraveling of Doma's customary demeanor. Kokushibo, savoring every moment of it, traced a peppery path of kisses along both pectorals, infusing his actions with a deceptively sweet tenderness before descending upon the other nipple. “What do you need?”

“I need... I need your cock— inside me,” His own cock jumped as the pinching sensation returned at a sharper intensity, one that drew forth his blood. Blood that erupted upon his superior's taste buds—blood that was lapped up hungrily until the wound inevitably fizzled away.

To this, Upper Moon One withdrew his fingers, either deeming Doma loose enough or in an effort to keep him on the edge of release.

“Just inside you?” probed the demon, withdrawing his mouth and cupping hand to do away with his garments.

“Mnhh” with a hitch of his breath, Doma lowered his eyelids, and then his gaze. Seemed the man had a sword in between his legs too, he joked to himself. “I wan—... I need you to fuck me, Lord Kokushibo.” The latter cupped the back of Doma's left knee in response. “Please,” he added. There was a period of silence between the two after that.

“Turn around,” Kokushibo finally commanded, to which Doma obliged. A small part of him contemplated praising the man silently, for although he relished the act of instructing him to get on his knees, this time, the younger demon had done so without being expressly told—a noteworthy first.

Doma's body quivered in anticipation as the sizable tip of Kokushibo's arousal prodded at his entrance. It greedily swallowed up the intrusion alongside the thick shaft that followed, and he could've sworn he saw stars once their hips converged with a wet slap. Another exploratory snap of his superior's hips, and he wails with delight—All things considered, it quite pleased Kokushibo to know this wanton little orfice remembered him so very well.

Kokushibo maintained an unwavering grasp on Doma's hips, savoring every subtle contour of the younger demon's form and the symphony of beguiling sounds that flowed from his parted lips. There was no respite, no pause in the relentless storm that were his ceaseless thrusts, each one propelling his length to greater depths within Doma's quivering core. The younger demon, overwhelmed by the overstimulation, sought solace by burying his head into the silken sheets, his eyes cast upwards, and his mouth a veritable cascade of desire, saliva pooling in his abandon. His muffled ries and moans, somehow still unbridled and unrestrained, reverberated through the room and likely the halls beyond it. And it was always at that point that Kokushibo knew his conscience had been wholly eclipsed by the arduous affair.

In all sincerity, Doma was at his most endearing in this state. A harsh sentiment, perhaps, but in such moments, there existed no space for artifice or his foolish banter. In such moments, he was malleable, receptive to reminders of his place.. Just as he should be.

As Kokushibo's hand traversed the expanse of Doma's nape and traced an affectionate path along his back—perhaps the sole form of praise Doma would garner from his superior this night—he basked in the tender sensation, finding solace in the fleeting respite his dampened pillow couldn't hope to provide on its own.

However, that interlude of affection was destined to be brief. His hand, which had previously caressed Doma's back, now ventured to entwine itself in the younger demon's tousled locks. With a firm tug, akin to that of a leash, Kokushibo elicited a high-pitched squeal from Doma—a sound that he found utterly delicious, a brief indulgence before he shifted his focus.

At the crook of Doma's neck, Kokushibo bared his fangs, and with a savage bite, he drew forth yet another long bead of blood to be lapped up with grace. Kokushibo's lips closed around the wound, savoring the metallic tang of Doma's essence. From there, the rolling of his hips only grew more intense, and Doma's moans only grew louder.

“Such a piteous mess,” drawled Upper Moon One, muffled by his own painful ministrations. Doma threw his head back with whatever room he was allowed. “Merely a handful of thrusts, and you're wailing and contorting... like a desperate animal in the throes of heat.”

A well-placed blow to his rear incurred a yowl of pleasure from Doma—a response not born of wrongdoing but a delicious opportunity to chastise him in such a manner.

“M'sorry,” He babbled mindlessly, “M' a mess for you, Lord Kokushibo, I—mhn~!—feels so good, I'm...”

Kokushibo tore his fangs from the yielding flesh, savoring the yelp that ensued, along with the metallic tang of blood that tantalized his lips. He took a moment to relish the essence, licking it away with a deliberateness that bespoke his hedonistic enjoyment at that moment. As anticipated, the wound healed swiftly. He leaned back, drinking in the sight of Upper Moon Two, stripped of his dignity and forced to his knees within the confines of his own domain—a place where his image held paramount importance.

“You don't appear to be contrite in the slightest.” Kokushibo crooned, his voice oscillating between panting breaths and lascivious groans as he skillfully coaxed another cascade of mewls from Doma. His free hand deftly moved to stimulate the other's arousal, further heightening his pleasure. “I wonder,” he continued, his tone dripping with malice, “what might occur... if one of your devoted followers were to stumble upon this debauched scene... while you're ensnared in such a stupefying state?”

With another resolute thrust, Kokushibo's hand deftly manipulated Doma's frenulum, unleashing a searing tidal wave of pleasure that sent the younger demon reeling, stars dancing before his vision. In that moment of rapturous intensity, his brain grappled to process the words uttered, and when comprehension finally dawned, the thought alone made his cock twitch with fervor.

“How crassly forthright.” Kokushibo remarked, his grip on Doma's arousal tightening briefly, only to unleash a punitive slap upon the hypersensitive tip. The sharp sting gave rise to an immediate yelp of pleasure-pain, Doma's breath quickening with a sharp hitch as he teetered on the precipice of rapture and torment.

It was a sound judgement to have him face the door then, Kokushibo supposed, basking in the sounds he choked out of his suboordinate. Doma's vocalizations ran the gamut, ranging from rasped vulgarities to squeaky cries, and if there was one facet that Kokushibo genuinely admired about him, it was his voice—a mellifluous tenor that he might not have deserved but undeniably possessed. In the throes of passion, Doma made the most delectable sounds, each note growing more exquisite, more impassioned, as his inevitable climax approached.

And Kokushibo, true to his intent, was resolute in granting him that release, if not the preservation of his dignity. After all, he was exceptionally well-behaved tonight—and he had put the man through more than enough.

In that chamber, a tumultuous tempest of blurred ecstasy unfurled its rapturous banner. Devoid of ardor's solemn vows, bereft of any whispered oaths, release finally came. As Doma, his frame a symphony of ecstasy, ascended towards the zenith of his sensual reverie, Kokushibo, without much delay, joined him. With one last fervent thrust, Upper moon one stilled his hips, and the demons' release converged in sinewy strings of white amidst their frenzied sounds of pleasure, until there was nothing left to give.

Doma was the first to succumb to a semblance of exhaustion, his body yielding as Kokushibo's length slid out of him, leaving him in a languid sprawl as he finally had a moment to revel in the intoxicating fluids that now clung to him—an unapologetic mess of his superior's warm spent and his own perspiration that existed despite his naturally low body temperature. Kokushibo, his gaze fixated on the visage of Doma in his post-coital haze, contemplated the notion of a potential round two, had he the luxury of time.

With a sigh, he carefully removed the obi that had previously bound Doma's wrists, freeing the younger demon from his constraints. He proceeded to dress himself upon sliding off the bed as if nothing happened—although his apparent discomfort at his own perspired state was palpable.

“It would be prudent for you to summon your servants to attend to this... aftermath,” he remarked in a hushed tone, his words laced with an air of formality. “If there is anything you require me to procure for you... now would be the time to inquire. If not.. I'm taking my leave.”

“A kiss would be-”

“No.”

Doma grumbled, shuffling up to the edge where Kokushibo stood. Like clockwork, his perpetual smile returned, and of course, so did his cheekiness. Kokushibo, who had been facing the door, turned to look at him, utterly unamused.

“Would it kill you to give me just one...?” he pouted. “You said I could ask for anything I wanted just now... You're always so mean to me.”

“No,” Kokushibo repeated, adjusting the sash of his kimono. “...I said I'd give you whatever you needed. You don't need what you're asking for.”

Kokushibo reached for his sheathed katana and slid it into his obi with practiced precision. He was preparing for his departure, to which Doma deflated onto his bed in silent resignation.

“...Nor does it seem like you need anything from me at all,” he remarked stoically, turning his gaze forward. “So I will take my leave now.”

And with that, he was gone. Doma rolled over unto his back with a dramatic sigh. Maybe it was a need. His affection.

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Wowzer, that was a long one. Sorry for the long wait. I've been meaning to get this out for a whole week, but my perfectionist ass kept editing before the damn piece was actually finished. Anyway.... yeah, I'll probably post more of these two lol. Their banter was fun to write for sure.

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But imagine. Your the sister of douma before he's turned you don't have his eyes so your parents never pay attention but douma does. He has always loved his little sister he didn't know how to deal with his feelings. Once master muzan had turned both you & douma into demons douma finally show his true feelings to you ofc he didn't know how to handle them he couldn't feel like others you'd just have to help him. He loves when you squirm in his touch make him feel something and he wants more.

Tw dubcon, incest

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He loves you so much! Watching you clean and do chores around the house when you were young as his parents paraded him around was something he enjoyed. He’d rather be left alone to have time with you but your parents didn’t care about you, they would never let him give you the time of day.

Even when you’d discovered the bloodied bodies of your mother and father and wept in his arms, he just stood and stared at them, face void of emotion as he pet your head and soothed you.

He didn’t feel any emotions. Except for one.

You never left his side after that. Both because of his insistence and you’re own hesitance. As you grew older, his warm flickering feelings grew to burning, raging fires. He’d always known of his feelings for you, and known that it was something he couldn’t act on. But your body had changed in time, hips perfectly wide, tummy soft and heavy, arms and thighs thick and begging to be squeezed and bitten.

When he’d been turned, your crying for him to not leave you was apparently so annoying Muzan gave you his blood as well, just to make you stop. He would often giggle about it in the future.

He wakes before you, both of you alone, and covered in blood. You looked like a painting. Gorgeous, clothing clinging to your skin by sweat and blood. Your chest was rising and falling, so you were alive. An urge took over him and he crawled over.

Brushing hair away from your face, wiping blood from your cheek. He ran it along his tongue and practically moaned. He straddled your waist and stared at you, eyes becoming low lidded as he admired you. When you started to squirm, trying to wake, he leaned down, pressing his chest to yours. He propped himself up on his elbows on either side of you and rested his chin on his interlocked fingers.

“Good morning sister~” he giggles, “or, rather, I should say ‘good evening’.” Your eyes widened and you placed your hands on the tops of his shoulders and began to push. “Oh, why the fuss? You’re fine. Nothing can hurt my sweet little sister now~” he leans down the rest of the way, and places a kiss on your nose.

Life continued on, close to how it was before, in your ‘paradise’. But your brother grew touchy. Sitting you in his lap, rubbing his hands on your thighs and up your sides. He’d rest his chin on your shoulder, even as he spoke to the humans coming to him and seeking guidance.

As time passed, his more ‘human’ ideals faded, and he’d soon forgotten why he doesn’t just show you how you make him feel. He’d gone out to find you, though you weren’t very far. When he called you, you came over immediately. So obedient. Almost immediately he swept you up into his arms. He’d do so every so often, so you weren’t surprised until he pressed his lips to yours.

You pushed his chest and gasped, meanwhile he pouted and his brow raised. “What, am I not allowed to show you my appreciation for you?”

You kept your hands on him, keeping him as far as his arms around you would allow. “But why did you kiss me?” Doma almost looks confused, head tilting slightly. “Why shouldn’t I?” His arms loosened up just slightly, enough for you to keep yourself off of his chest. “Doma, you’re my brother. You can’t just do that!”

He paused, before letting out a giggle. “Oh little sister, what a human thing to say.” As your eyes widened he kissed you again, harder, holding you tight to his body. You squirm, try and push him away, but his nails pulling at the back of your clothes caused you to freeze as you heard them rip. You let his tongue invade your mouth as he pushed ruined clothes aside and laid you down.

His hands began to roam as he lips caressed every part of you he’d been dying to since before you were demons. You let him continue, there was no point fighting him. Maybe it would just be for now, you thought. But as things progressed further, and you couldn’t keep in your moans and sighs as he rocked into you, you started to consider what he said.

Who would care. If you were found you could always eat them. Doma would be happy to do so. Nothing truly mattered as you are now.

And doma could see it in your eyes as you bit your lip, began to writhe pleasantly beneath him, and tilted your head up. His teeth grazed your neck as your nails pierced his. Licking up your blood as it pooled, and watching your own tongue peak out from your lips to catch the drops of his own that fall to them.

#this is #not great #I’m sorryyyyyyy #i haven’t had much motivation lately but I’m trying to give y’all something #i know this isn’t exclusively a writing blog like I state in my pinned #but I know people follow me for my writing mainly #so I’m sowwwyyyyyyyyyy #toasted sugar cream #cream fem #cream afab #cream slayer #demon slayer smut #doma smut

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𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 !!.

warnings !!: douma x fem!reader, stroking, fucking, whimpering, whining, begging, moaning, names, douma has feelings !!

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Douma came back from a moon meeting with everyone there. It was filled with nothing but yelling, arguing and douma being ignored and everyone finding him annoying. Once he came back to you, sitting off the side of the bed, he fell into you lap.

"Everyone is so mean and cold to me" douma whispered, but loud enough so you could hear him.

You tilted you head and huffed, silently asking him to tell you about it. Douma went on to tell about hoe he wasn't able to join gyokko and ignored by the others.

"Oh, that's pretty sad. If there's anything to make you happy I can do, let me know"

Doumas mood did a whole turn around after what you said.

"You would?" He said with a smirk on his face.

"Mhm ! I know how hard it could be with all that happening. So why not?"

Douma got up and cuddled you. After a while douma whispered in your ear.

"I know something that you could do to make me happier, hm~?"

"And whats that dear?"

Douma sat up and undid his belt on his pants. He repositioned you to where you where over him.

"I want you to make me scream your name~do whatever to make that happen ok~?"

Douma practically whimpered as if you already did something.

"D-douma?!" You laughed.

"Ah-ah, just do it. Please? For me?" Douma tilted his head to the side cuffing your face.

Obeying his command, you got really close to him and put your head behind his neck and started kissing it while touching over his cock that was already standing just from you loving on his neck. Douma started arching his back and whining just at your loving and warm touch. However, your touch on his cock got harsher and harsher and turned douma on completely. With one hand on it, you other hand was combing through his hair while you played with his dick. But when your strokes got less hard he could immediately noticed and beg you not to.

"oh~! Keep doing that dear~" Douma moaned.

"Shh, you whine pretty loudly. You don't want the whole shrine to hear! Right?~"

Douma let out the cutest whine. But he couldn't control it. Who where his followers to judge him. As you where doing everything douma wanted, you grabbed the belt he took of himself and tied up on his neck. Every time you pulled on it he smiled and being as loud as he was almost the whole time you were doing nothing but messing with his dick that already had precum oozing out. Just as you where done with having your face in his neck, you lifted his shirt and moved on to his nipples.

"Be careful there, they're pretty sensitive~"

So, you took you time licking his bud

"oh please~" douma moaned. After you where done, with licking and flicking his nipples with a string of saliva connecting, you started getting your lips on doumas. His whines gave you access to inside hid mouth. After a couple minutes you put your hand back on his cock.

"This time, don't stop~" douma said between breathes. You took that time to make your hand thrust harder and harder. Douma moaned and leaned his head back.

"Dear please, I'm Botta-"

"Baby, I don't remember pets speaking, right?~" you said undressing yourself.

Doumas whines where something you could enjoy forever if you could. Just as you mouth came back to his, he already did what he had to before you hushed him. Douma was completely tranced out by your harsh stoking, he could barely speak without moaning.

"Darling please.? Could you tell me something?"

Douma whimpered while being in all fours. "Hm?" Your soft voice made him groan low,

"Am I a good boy?~" douma asked gasping

"Your always a good boy for me. You wanted me to do whatever to make you scream my name right?" You say low in his ear.

"Mhm~"

Just as he replied, you started thrusting on his cock 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓽 tighter and harsher.

"oh my!~ (Y-Y/N)~ !!." douma yelled while moaning with his eye rolling back.

"There you go! You did it." You whispered with your hand tight around his dick. You hands where covered in his juice. You stared him in the eye.

Douma was still whining and couldn't think straight, but he was smiling knowing that he screamed you name and played with him. Like how he wanted.

But douma quickly turned, putting you under him with your legs apart.

"Now it's my turn baby~"

You and douma where both breathing hard that gave him a chance for your mouths to meet.

Now that it was round two, his movements where sloppier but hard. I mean, he's a demon, he can regenerate. It was a very long night for you both.

The night ended with you two up next to each other cuddled up.

You couldn't do anything the next day after giving your all in what he wanted

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LIFE BEEN GOIN DOWN BUT WE UP😪🙌🏽😛

my grammar sucks but it's ok bc it's douma❗️

ima start putting songs that I suggestivly think fit the situation in what I write jus to add a lil smth smth👩🏾‍🍳❗️❗️❗️

is suggestivly a word yall????

also starting to use little spacer things🧍🏿‍♀️

i feel like this sucks

grrrrr❗️🙁

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Repost from peach-cream-enmu-archive

Anonymous asked: But imagine. Your the sister of douma before he's turned you don't have his eyes so your parents never pay attention but douma does. He has always loved his little sister he didn't know how to deal with his feelings. Once master muzan had turned both you & douma into demons douma finally show his true feelings to you ofc he didn't know how to handle them he couldn't feel like others you'd just have to help him. He loves when you squirm in his touch make him feel something and he wants more.

Tw dubcon, incest

If you don’t like dark content please just scroll past

Even when you’d discovered the bloodied bodies of your mother and father and wept in his arms, he just stood and stared at them, face void of emotion as he pet your head and soothed you.

He didn’t feel any emotions. Except for one.

When he’d been turned, your crying for him to not leave you was apparently so annoying Muzan gave you his blood as well, just to make you stop. He would often giggle about it in the future.

You pushed his chest and gasped, meanwhile he pouted and his brow raised. “What, am I not allowed to show you my appreciation for you?”

Who would care. If you were found you could always eat them. Doma would be happy to do so. Nothing truly mattered as you are now.

#cream slayer #doma x reader #Doma smut #demon slayer smut #cream afab #cream fem #tw incest #cw incest #cream writes

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