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thewritetofreespeech · 10 months

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Since you do Demon Slayer requests, could I request Tanjirou, Giyuu, and Douma's s/o(s) petting their hair as they start to doze off on their lap?

Demon Slayer men (and 1 demon) + falling asleep in s/o's lap

Tanjiro Kamado

It was, for once, a peaceful night. The fireflies dancing around the garden of Butterfly Mansion, while Tanjirou enjoyed the sweet smell of jasmine in the air.

“What are you doing out here?” Tanjiro perked up when he heard [Y/N]’s voice behind him. Soft, but still able to be heard. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“Oh, I’m ok.” He insisted, with his usual comforting smile. “I was going to head in but….” He looked down at his lap where Nezuko was resting. In her petite form almost fully in his lap as she dozed.

[Y/N] chuckled. “I suppose you’re pinned then. I’ll join you.”

They sat down beside Tanjiro. Both their feet dangling off the edge of the porch as they looked out over the garden. “Hopefully she’ll get up soon. I don’t know what it is but ever time she lays on my lap she goes right to sleep.”

“She trusts you.” Tanjiro looked up and over to [Y/N] curiously. “Plus, I’m sure it’s comfortable. Haven’t you ever taken a nap in someone’s lap before?”

“Oh. No.” He replied. Nervously scratching his cheek. If he had it had been years. Perhaps with his mother, or father, when he was much younger and certainly not a big brother. “I think it would be pretty silly.”

“It’s not silly.” [Y/N] insisted.

They then got up and adjusted so that they were sitting on their ankles behind Tanjiro, and gently patted their lap. “Come on. Try it. This way you won’t bother Nezuko either.” Tanjiro blushed and gulped a little. It was a little embarrassing, being in a position like that. It was also embarrassing on how much he wanted to try it.

Carefully he leaned back until his back was flat against the wood and his head was in their lap. He suddenly realized that the roof over the porch had little butterflies and flowers carved into it. He’d never bothered to look up, so he never noticed. It was comforting, he thought.

Very quickly Tanjiro was asleep as well, dozing off with his sister. Nezuko eventually did wake up, rubbing her eyes with tiny fists, and noticed her brother was asleep. Her big eyes turned to [Y/N], who placed their finger over their mouth in a silent shush. The little demon didn’t say anything in response. She just got up, jumped off the porch with a quiet thud, and went to chase fireflies.

Giyuu Tomioka

A big part of being a member of the Demon Slayer Corps was traveling. Demons and evil never rested, and the ones that caused the most havoc tended to wander. The corps went where they were needed. Which could be any area in Japan.

“Why don’t you get some rest?” [Y/N] asked rhetorically as they and Giyuu bounced along in the back of a wagon. Along with lots of travel came lots of unconventional ways of getting there. Not every mission had a luxury train to get them there.

Giyu grunted, but still sat up with his arms crossed. [Y/N] sighed.

“You’d feel better.” Giyu glanced over at them from the corner of his eye. “I know when you’re tired or upset Giyu. You can’t hide it from me.”

They had been together a long time. Originally partners before they became partners. The little ticks and subtle hints in Giyu’s mood that were often lost on others were an open book to them. One that he should know by now.

“I can't sleep on hay. Makes me itchy.”

[Y/N] smiled softly, then adjusted to make their lap open & free. “Rest here then. No hay or scratchy surfaces. I won’t tell anyone you took a nap on the way.”

Giyu didn’t say anything, but [Y/N] could tell their mind was reeling about it. Eventually, he submitted and laid his head down. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. After you get some sleep it’s my turn.”

There was the faintest hint of a smirk on Giyu’s lips before he eventually fell asleep. Rocked there by the wagon and warm, damp smell of hay around them.

Douma

A big sigh echoed across the room as Douma heaved it out, followed by a yawn. “I’m bored.” Being a cult leader was really rather boring. All he had to do was sit here and listen to people’s problems. And since he didn’t care what happened one way or the other, to the problem or his followers, then there was really no interest to be held in the situation. He just sat here, listening to someone play the shamisen, while people brought him their problems and offerings he wouldn’t eat.

“Where’s [Y/N]?” He asked. Examining one of the many mandarins brought to him as a present, and not having the stomach to even consider eating it, before he tossed it aside. “I haven’t seen them all day.”

“It’s only noon Douma-sama.” The demon growled. He didn’t ask for the time. “But, I will find them. They were helping with the new members earlier today, so they must still be doing that.”

“New people….” To a normal cult leader that would be a good thing, but to Douma it was just another headache.

Sure, more people to choose from when he was selecting his meals, but also more people to listen to. Maybe he should make some sort of decree that the Gods asked for their silent contemplation and meditation so he didn’t have to hear them whine anymore. Yeah, that would probably work.”

“Lord Douma-sama?” The demon perked up when he heard his name and saw [Y/N]. “You wanted to see me?”

“[Y/N]-chan!” He beamed brightly as he perked up in his seat with a big grin. “I did. I wanted to see you because I missed you!”

“I’m flattered Lord Douma-sama.”

The pink in their cheeks and the subtle smell of desire made Douma’s stomach tighten in hunger. But he doesn’t want to eat them. Yet.

Once and a while he would get a favorite. No particular rhyme or reason. He would just decide to keep one of the humans as a pet, more than an hors d'oeuvre. It usually worked out well, as humans were pretty stupid and susceptible to flattery, and he was a master manipulator.

“Come sit by me. I wanted to borrow you for a moment.” [Y/N], of course, instantly came to his side and sat down. The demon giggled a little before he dramatically laid down in their lap. “Ahhhh….that’s better.”

“Is this all you wanted of me, Lord Douma-sama?”

“For now.” He replied. Eyes closed, with a cat ate the canary grin on his face. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not.” They replied, without question. “I’m happy to be of any service that brings you comfort Lord Douma-sama.”

He can smell a wave of sickly-sweet perfume coming off [Y/N] that he’s come to realize is ‘love’. Douma has never felt it, but he has smelt it before. Bombarded with the scent from his followers. Clinging to those people left behind by their lovers as he devoured one and the other fled for safety. His last favorite had the same smell, but not for him. A ‘mother’s love’ and all that. Not that he believed any of it.

“This will make me happy for now. But if I think of anything else I’ll let you know.”

“Of course Lord Douma-sama.”

The demon yawned and started to doze. Still bored, but at least mildly entertained by his new pillow. He supposed he’d have to find a new favorite soon; since this one was becoming stale and dull. For now though, this was fine.

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fortune-fool02 · 1 year

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.... okay, I will admit. I am debating on coming back to the demon slayer fandom. Mainly to write for Muzan Kibutsuji, and maybe Douma and Kokushibou.

I'm not certain but I'm thinking about it. Would people be interested?

#demon slayer muzan #muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan x reader #muzan #muzan kibutsuji #demon slayer #douma #douma x reader #kny douma #douma demon slayer #kny kokushibo #kny kokushibou #demon slayer kokushibo #kokushibou #kokushibou x reader #kimetsu no yabia

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virq-qgo · 2 years

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Valentines special

CW: SMUT, OOC Douma, swearing i think, we should know by now that i don’t edit my work. (typical vanilla sex, p in v), reader’s pronouns shouldn’t be mention. But has a vagina.

A/n:) Happy valentines guys! I hope this fine day has treated all of you well!! Let me tell you when the other love of my was finally animated i had to jump to a fanfic. It wasn’t supposed to turn out as a smut but- anywhoo, I might make an Akaza fic, even though I hate him he still has a tad bit of respect in me cause he respects women. Still hate him thoughhhh. As I mention from before Douma is ooc. I actually made him kinda and loving because why not?? Anyways enjoy~

(I accidentally posted this to my main account-)

words: 1,597k

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

Your heart dropped when you entered your shared room. It was as if someone had bombed the place with love. There were paper hearts all over the floor, rose petals on the bed that formed a heart, romantic music playing in the background softly, the lights dimmed low but the candles made it brighter.

It was all a crazy disaster but it made a smile creep on your face. Almost on cue your boyfriend opens the door with a bouquet in his hand. “Happy Valentine's day love!” Doumas voice cheered, “I hope you like all of it. I even did it myself, that’s why it looks so good!”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have!”

“But I did! You’ve been working so hard and so you definitely deserve the special day!” You feel his muscular arms wrap around your waist and press his lips against your cheek.

A blush creeps up on your face at his words causing you to squirm in his touch. Before you abruptly gasp and leave his hold, “I have a gift for you too!” You dropped to your knees and looked under your bed then pulled out a box.

“Oh? What’s this?” Douma asks while reaching for the gift. He pulled off the ribbon that was decorating the box and tore off the wrapping. You see his eyes widen as he sees the gift seated neatly in the box.

“It’s nothing much,” you scratch the back of your neck and chuckled, “I saw it and thought-”

Douma cuts you off with a kiss, his arms wrap around the small of your back and pull you closer to him. “I love it,” he whispers between each kiss. “I’ve never seen something so beautiful! Where did you find it?”

“I can’t tell you!” You laugh, “Otherwise it won’t be as romantic!” Your lover smiles before shrugging his shoulders before kissing you once more, this time it was more intense. You buried your hand into his luscious hair while the other hand rested on the back of his neck. He quietly tells you to jump and to which you do. You wrap your legs around his chest and let him carry you to the bed. Doma gently sets you down on the piece of furniture and starts to pull off your yukata. A soft moan leaves your lips when you feel his lips on your breasts.

“D-Douma..”

He hums in response, his hands working to remove the rest of clothing on your body.

“Just do it with me already.”

“Do what, my love? I’m afraid I can’t do anything if you don’t give me clear instructions.”

You groan and gently hit his chest, “You know what I mean!”

Your lover chuckles and pulls you by the ankles, pressing his hard on against your cunt. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Turning your head and squeezing your eyes shut out of embarrassment. You squealed, “Just fuck me already!”

A shit eating grin spreads on domas face as he throws off his shirt and yanks down his pants. Exposing his hard leaky cock. The demon leans over you and pushes the tip of his cock to your entrance before pushing it in fully. He admires the look you had on your cute face, only you could act like this to him no one else. His lips find your jaw as he starts pressing light kisses against it. “Tell me when to move, love.” But when your hands found his hair and gave it a harsh tug, he took that as his cue to start moving.

A sharp moan leaves your lips as you feel him leave you then thrust back in harshly. His hips smashing against yours, bounding to leave nasty bruises on yours. Arching your bare back, chest against his, your nipples rub against his, moaning lewdly. Butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach. His skin jot against yours in throws of pleasure. “D-douma!” His name leaves your lips like a prayer.

The demon reaches out and grabs onto one of your legs and throws it over his shoulders. Burying his cock deeper into your cunt. A desperate moan erupts from his throat as he throws his head back. Your velvety walls tighten around him making him dig his nails deeper into your hips. “If you keep tightening around me like that-” A moan falls from his lips, “I’ll c-cum!”

Douma stares at your pretty body with lust and love, his grip around you tightens as he realizes how much he is in love with you. From the day he had saved you he knew it was love at first sight. He leans down and attaches his lips with your own, “Become a demon with me,” He mumbles into the kiss. Doma wasn’t expecting you to agree but he knew you weren’t going to say no. His hand slides into your own and squeezes it tenderly, “We’ll be together forever, my love.”

The very last thing he wasn’t expecting was for his beautiful love to burst into tears. He pulls away from your face and examine your tears. Why were you crying? Did you hate the idea that much or were you in pain. But before he got the chance to ask you what the matter was you had already pulled him back down into a kiss. “Yes,” you cry, your hands come to cup his cheek as a soft moan escapes your lips. “Of course, wherever you go I'll follow.”

Douma could stop the smile that was on his face, he lifts you to his laps and starts thrusting up into you harsher. Cries leaves your lips as you beg him to slow down, but he doesn't listen. His lips immediately find your neck as he starts leaving faint red marks. Doumas arms wrapped around your waist and buried his face in your neck. Your brows knit once you feel water drip down onto your shoulder, “Douma?” you whisper, you pull his head back to look at his now tearful face.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course,” he coos, “I’m just so happy that you agreed. I was so scared that you were going to say no.”A soft smile makes way on your face as you press his face back to your chest and caress his hair, “How could I ever say no to you?” you hear douma sniffle before placing a kiss on your collarbone.

“I love you dearly,” he confesses, his thrust never slowed. His hips snapping up into yours as moans upon moans leaves his lips. But once he hears you saying it back he pushes you back on your back.

Your legs drape around his hips, trying to get him closer to you than he already is. Arms wrapping around his neck as you chant his name. Douma feels you tighten up again and groans, his hair draping his face. “I’m going- I’m going to cum.” you murmur“I’m not far behind.” With curses of your name and thrust turning sloppy he cums, you follow him.

You’re panting for air as sweat drips down your body. Wasting no time you pulled your lover into a kiss and buried your hands into his hair. You feel his lips curl as he returns your kiss back, but soon pulling away to let your breath for air. “Would you like to take a bath?” You notice that Doumas voice is rather raspy and sounds tired. You shake your head in response causing him to look at you confusedly, “No?”

“You can get me a wet rag though and wipe me down. But otherwise I just want to lay here and cuddle.”You hear Douma hum an okay for an answer and leave the room. For a second you wish he had taken you with him. Cause now you realize how lonely you felt without him. You didn’t realize when your lover had entered the room until he called out your name.

“Are you alright?” he asks and places the rag on your thighs. Quietly laughing to himself when you see your thighs tense up from the wet cloth.“Of course, I was just thinking.”

“About what?”Your breath shudders when you feel douma wipe away the cum that was oozing out of your cunt. “So pretty” you hear him mumble causing him to get a kick to his shoulder.

“About you.”

You can almost hear the grin spread across his face. His head pops out from beneath your legs as he stares at you dead in the eye. “Thinking about how pretty I am? Or how well my cock takes your cunt.”

“No,” a snicker leaves your lips when you see his face drop into a pout, “I was thinking about how much I love being by your side.”

Your lover's eyes widen before they narrow, he crawls up to you and sits between your thighs, his face hovering over yours. “Do you mean that?”

Your hand comes to cup his cheek, using your thumb to brush at his cheekbone. “If I didn’t mean it, then why would I say yes to become a demon with you?”

You’re right, Douma thinks. He grins to himself over how lucky he got to be with you. His hand comes down to cup your jaw and kisses your soft lips. He wished that this moment could last forever.

“Douma” you ask into the kiss, and to which he hums in response. “When I turn, can you be the one to do it?”

And to him, that was one of the best questions he’s ever heard.

“Anything for you.”

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fortune-fool02 · 2 years

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Blessings from Water

Merman Douma x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Yay requests are open! How about a merman Douma x Y/N?

Merman/Aquarium AU

Please enjoy!

Soft hums left [Name]’s lips as she wandered around the market place, a thriving place filled with life and activity, people shouting to draw attention to their stalls and goods, trading items and all sorts of things for the marketplace. The bright sun held at its peak, and the streets at their busiest.

Though [Name] held no interest for a majority of the goods being sold, her attention was solely on the fish stalls and the catches of the day. Large fish pulled straight from the ocean, some still moving to keep their freshness, as well as smaller ones. If only she had the time to explore and browse thoroughly but she had no such time, as she had a job to do.

“Hello, madam! May I interest you in some beautiful jewellery? Something to take home and brag about?” A salesman at a stall hollered, trying to gain her attention, but his cries went right past her without so much as a passing glance at his goods. Her bags filled with what she needed and set off on her way.

The bustling marketplace grew quieter and quieter as she headed off, the light of the sun slowly beginning to dip and fade, warning that the sun’s day was coming to an end. While this may have sparked concern in others, [Name] felt no such nipping worry that pushed her to find shelter until sunrise. The gentle sounds of the sea brought a sense of joy to her, the light bouncing off the glimmering waves. A beautiful sight on any occasion. Adjusting her bags, she rushed over to the water, running along the large protruding rocks that stood tall; at her presence, one rumbled as it moved, revealing a tunnel enveloped in darkness, only the base of a stone step revealed to guide her down.

With a smile, she trekked down, the entrance sealing up behind her. Only candle light offered guidance for [Name]. The darkness receded, pushed back by the growing light that poured from the opening at the bottom. Lotus imagery covered the place, stitched into drapes on the walls to frozen representations of the flower. A few people sat around, smiling as they talked amongst themselves, a warm air hanging around them.

Sitting upon smooth, wet stone shaped into a seat was Douma, smiling at the presence. “[Name]! A joy to see you again!” He called, motioning her to approach, which she did and bowed her head a little. The merman’s tailfin glimmering in the candle light around them. A beautiful sight to behold.

“Thank you, Douma. I brought you the fish you wanted.” She smiled, showing the fresh catch, to which Douma smiled even more. He had someone take the bag to prepare a meal for him,

“You did well, my sweet [Name]. I am very proud of your offering.” A webbed, clawed hand moved and patted her head, like one would do a dog, though the action did spark a fluttering warmth within her, knowing that she had made him happy.

“I am happy to hear.” The words left her lips coated in joy that she did nothing to attempt to hide or conceal. She had no desire to. There was something about this creature, a majestic being of the sea, that inspired something in her. She wanted to be part of something great. To be a member within his flock. The idea was fulfilling, even now.

He drew his hand away, much to [Name]’s distain but she kept silent, and relaxed. “Now, why don’t you relax and settle? You’ve been gone all day.” He invited her over, and she nodded. Taking a step into the water, the coldness nipped at her a little but it wasn’t too cold. The water slowly pulled her in deeper and deeper, her skin erupting in goosebumps at the temperature but she pushed it all to the back of her head and let her body relax in the water.

“That’s it. Isn’t it nice?” He softly trilled, a pleased sound made as he held onto her, guiding her almost, and perched himself back on his stone seat with her beside him, nuzzling against her. “You smell so good.” He whispered, sharp teeth itching to taste her skin but he kept himself at bay. He didn’t want that yet. She was too important for that.

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