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mayullla · 10 months

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Title: Little Sunshine! (Part 2)

Characters: Mainly Akaza with Douma (/Doma) at the end! (Demon Slayer)

Summary: You were taken into the Paradise Faith cult with Kotoha (Inosuke's mother.) And Douma became rather fond of you like he did with Kotoha. When Kotoha ran away, she had no choice but to leave you behind as Douma hid the truth away from you. After becoming a demon you slept for a year and finally woke up again.

Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, reader recently got turned into a demon and just woke up

Note: Part 1 is here!

Akaza didn't know when or why he started to become so attached to you. When he was forced to come to Douma's cult to tell that damn demon some news about the demon slayers, he wanted to keep the time there at the minimum.

That was where he met you.

You were alone in the middle of the garden, looking everywhere, confused and tired. He thought you were a human child at first but had to take a second glance when he realized that you were a demon.

He wondered if it was a joke, a demon art of some demon that could turn into a kid. Yet when he saw your eyes, it was clear that you were not a trap made by some weak demon. You looked at him with no fear but with curiosity and wonder. An innocence that was not supposed to be in a demon yet there...

You took a step towards him when your leg suddenly lost energy and started to fall. You thought you would hit the floor, face first into the dirt, but that never happened when the collar of your sleeping robe was grabbed by the mysterious man who was once on top of the wall.

Looking up at him, you saw the man confused face, surprised at his own actions. "Thank you, mister!" You said, returning to looking down to the floor, your feet not quite reaching as you made a kicking motion.

He let you down after a pause, but before Akaza could leave, you started asking him questions. Asking if he knew where Douma was? "How do you know that guy?" Akaza asked curiously at you. You pouted at him as he didn't answer your questions. "I live here! Douma-sama had let me stay!" You told him flapping your shoulders' sleeves.

Somehow, everything clicked in an instant when he realized who you were. He suddenly remembered that long ago, Douma had asked Muzan if he could turn a small kid into a demon a year or two ago.

You were probably the child that he had turned into a demon.

Akaza snapped back into reality when he felt his pants being tugged, looking down to see you holding him, wondering why he wasn't saying anything.

"Mister, are you okay?" You asked curiously. Giving you a grunt, you took it as a sign that he was okay and smiled at him. Watching that smile, it was strange if not weird almost to see it in a demon. Most demons have malicious intent, as most have killed or done things that were morally wrong, even if they haven't by now the smell of blood should linger on their skin. Demons can't eat food anymore to survive.

They needed blood.

Yet here you were. He barely could smell any of it from you. He wondered if this was the first time this ever happened. Why were you even here, Akaza thought to himself as he unconsciously patted your head.

When you giggled, the innocent sounds made him uneasy.

"Mister, play with me!" You called out to him, raising your arms. "Up! Up!" You told him. Akaza blinked again in surprise when he saw you asking him such a thing. Never in his life after becoming a demon did someone ask him to play like this. Most human kids run away either because they already know that he was a demon or they witness him kill someone.

However, you refuse to let your hands down and continue to stare at him. He wondered if you couldn't feel it at all, the difference in rank between him and you. Most demons can't even look at him in the eyes. Yet it seems that you didn't care as you approached him again one step and then suddenly lost strength again, staggering as you thought that you would fall again.

Akaza caught you... again. Why did he do that??

Bring you up to eye level, holding you by the collar Akaza examined you as if you were some foreign alien. You looked at him again and smiled as he wondered why you are so weird?!

Reaching out to him again, you motioned that you want to get on his shoulders.

"... Fine... Just this once." Following your instructions hesitantly as he placed you on his shoulders, holding your legs as you held on his hair. You giggled as you started pointing him in directions to head to, "Go there, Mister! Go there!"

It was so awkward for him as he followed your childish demands, wondering why he was even listening to them. Walking over to trees, you touched the branches that were far too high for you to reach before and beamed at him with self-pride. "I am so tall!" You laughed.

The more the two of you played under the moonlight, the more relaxed Akaza started to become. When was the last time he played like this when he was relaxed with almost no care in the world? He smiled as you showed off to him that you were taller than him when both of you knew that he was carrying you which made you tall.

And Akaza... maybe in a way, wanted to show his powers to you. He thought it would be a fun idea really.

You gasped in surprise when he jumped, the wind on your hair, as you guys reach so high over 3-story buildings up. This was your first time seeing up so high. You shouted in awe and excitement as the both of you landed on the roof of a building. You raved on and on about how cool that was and that Akaza was amazing, with so much respect in your eyes begging him to do it again.

You don't know how long you played with Akaza, jumping higher and higher up in the sky, and you looked at the world around you under the night sky. You didn't know when you fell asleep again, a smile on your lips hugging Akaza's neck as he held you in his arms.

Akaza looked at you in wonder, wondering why you were a demon yet so amazed by what Akaza thought was normal as a demon.

But right now wasn't the time.

"You can show yourself now." Akaza didn't turn around to face Douma. He knew for a long time when the guy showed up but would rather focus on you to really care for the man.

"Ah, Akaza-donno, thank you for taking care of her. She has been sleeping for a while now and must have been so confused to wake alone like this. It is such a shame that I wasn't by her side." Douma walked towards you, his eyes on your hair, your face hidden by Akaza's neck softly snoring away, unable to notice the two demons looking at you.

"She didn't notice anything... she is weak." Akaza stated he could not smell, not even a scent of blood other than Muzan and Douma's in you. In his mind, it was obvious that Douma had been staving you for so long now.

"She has been sleeping for over a year now after her transformation to a demon. The poor little girl refused to drink blood when her senses were telling her to do so. I had an amazing meal prepared just for her, too, that time." Douma smiled, his eyes on you slowly turning to the one holding you. "Thank you for caring for her but I will take it over from her-"

Douma's hand that was reaching out for you suddenly exploded into bits and pieces, spraying blood and flesh. His eyes still smiling as he stared at Akaza showed no emotions of annoyance or anger.

But you could see a small vein on the side of his temple.

Akaza didn't want to give you back to Douma. He didn't want to give you to this sick bastard because Akaza knew that he would break you. And as a demon now, this pain can be forever. Rather than with Douma, Akaza knew you would be father better off with him.

He would not let you go, not like this.

Note: Hope you liked it! Have a nice day guys~

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faesdreaming · 2 years

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Can I please request headcanons for platonic Yandere Douma for a human child

Yandere Platonic Douma

a/n: I’m so sorry about the delay in my posting, I had some family stuff to take care of, but thank you all for supporting me and the content I have out!

tw: yandere themes, implied abandonment/neglect, cult themes, reader is kinda insulted by Douma, but not really, implied murder, cannibalism, Douma is his own warning tbh, reader tries to pull a Kotoha

•You met Douma on a cold winter night with a harsh storm blowing through the air. The Upper Kizuki had been out, hunting for a meal. That’s when he happened upon the body of a young child, seemingly frozen to death. Oh, how pitiful! The child had to die in such cruel and uncaring manner. Douma would have left if you didn’t make a sudden motion. Swiftly, Douma turned his gaze towards you. You were still alive? That peaked his interest. Such strength in such a puny little thing. How amusing!

•Even though Douma can’t feel true emotions, he can express small things such as admiration. And admire you he does- you’re such a tenacious little thing. You’d grow to become quite useful if given the proper care. Perhaps he could turn you into a demon to serve his master. If you were this strong as a young human, you’d be even stronger as a demon. Maybe even becoming an Upper Moon like himself!

•Douma then took you to his cult where he ordered the cult members to look after you. You remained in a coma for a few days, and then you finally woke up. Confused and scared, you started to panic. Where were you? What were you doing here? And more importantly— who were you? You began to thrash around at the cult members who were assigned to take care of you. Hearing the commotion, Douma went to the room you were kept. The moment he stepped in the room you fell still. Even though you were young, you could feel the intimidating presence behind his smiling face.

•Douma walked over to you and greeted you with false sweetness. You shrunk into yourself, avoiding his gaze. Douma noticing your shyness, found it adorable. Who wouldn’t though? You were so tiny, hiding in the soft sleep kimono you were wearing. Douma decided then and there to keep you by his side. Kind of like Kotoha’s situation, except he wanted to turn you into a demon. Plus, he’s always been fond of children, so this isn’t that unusual. Douma began to quiz you, unsurely, you answered his questions which allowed him to discover your amnesia. That was convenient, you were a blank slate. Someone who he could mold however he wanted.

•Thus, your life at the cult started. The cult members were instructed to treat you well, and they did. Your new life— not that you could remember your old one- was pleasant. All your needs were met, you’d never go hungry or thirsty, you were comfortable. But life there was also strange. You had ‘lessons’ in which you were taught about your apparent saviour, Douma. You were told that he was your life, your entire being belonged to him, and you must obey him. You didn’t really like those lessons, but you did enjoy one thing. Your training in the art of tessenjustu, overseen by a skilled member of the cult. Within, two months time, you grew accustomed to your routine, excelling in both your studies and training. Douma became intrigued with your fast improvement and decided to oversee your training himself.

•That day you’d woken up like normal, eaten breakfast, attended your morning lessons, eaten lunch, and attended your afternoon lessons. And then finally, you would go to your tessenjustu training. However, your excitement faded when you saw him, Lord Douma himself, standing in place of your usual teacher. Swiftly, you fell into a bow. His overly-false friendly attitude still unnerved you. Despite this, you maintained a cool face and behaved politely. The question of his purpose for being here danced on your tongue, but you withheld it. As if he sensed your inquiry, Douma explained that he would be training you as of now. Your eyes widened slightly in shock, then you quickly returned your face to its neutral expression. Douma noted your shock, allowing an uncertain silence to wash over you until he ordered you to attack him. You froze in surprise, he surely couldn’t expect to to attack him! Oh but he did, he then ‘asked’ you to demonstrate your abilities. Although, you both knew it wasn’t actually a request so much as it was a demand. You took a deep breath and got into the proper stance. Then, you launched your attack. You couldn’t penetrate his defence but you were quite good for a novice. Your moves were quickly, with some precision. Just not a lot of strength behind them. The session ended when you were doubled over, panting, trying to regain your energy. Douma was unharmed, the unnerving smile remained painted on his face. Normally, people would have felt ashamed or embarrassed, but you didn’t. Instead, you thanked him for the lesson and left. Your reaction interested Douma, who would train with you every five to eight days when he had time.

•Douma and your training sessions not only raised your skill level, but formed a bond between you two as student and teacher. You began to respect him, not worship him like other humans, or dismiss him as an annoyance like other demons, you simply respected him. The bond began to deepen and Douma found himself training you more often as his admiration for you turned into affection. Then, his affection turned into love. He realized that he loved you after your latest training session finished, you thanked him as usual and went on your way. Douma had decided to turn you into a demon a long time ago, but he didn’t want you to become a servant to his master, Douma realized. He wanted to turn you into a demon so that you would remain by his side forever. He felt elated at this revelation, he could feel emotions, all of which were spurned by you. His heart beat for you, he couldn’t let you go, not now.

•Yet it seems like your utopia was not destined to last long, as you noticed some cult members you were close too were disappearing. Which was totally not Douma killing them out of jealousy. You grew concerned and uneasy, and you decided to discuss the disappearances with Douma. However, the sight that greeted you halted all your thoughts. It was Douma, your teacher, your saviour, the man you saw as a father, eating a woman. You froze, stunned by his actions and questions formed quickly. He was a cannibal? How could he lie to you? Was he going to eat you too? You didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out. Douma then noticed your presence, but before he could do anything, you took off, running as fast as you could.

Huffing, you ran as quickly as your legs would carry you through the woods near the Paradise Faith Cult. Your lungs felt like they would burst, and every part of your body ached from pain and coldness. You couldn’t remember how long you’d been running for, almost an hour if you had to guess. But no matter how much your body hurt, you couldn’t rest. Not when he was chasing you. But your body told a different story.

You felt numb, for you’d been running barefoot in a sleep kimono through the snow-filled woods. The wind was harsh and howled as blew. A flurry of snowflakes whipped around, aiding in blocking your vision along with the dark of the night. Puffs of steam left your parted lips as you panted. You previously wanted to hit yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but this was probably a better punishment.

Honestly, how could be so stupid? You’d always been slightly off-put by Douma, but you let your suspicions go as you cultivated a relationship with him. Your lip quivered and you realized you were about to cry. You bit your lip to prevent from breaking into full-on sobs, but couldn’t stop the few tears that welled up. The tears froze as they fell, adding to the cruel cold that overwhelmed you. Still, you pushed yourself to keep going. You weren’t going to die here. Douma himself had said it, you were a survivor. So, no matter what, you wouldn’t die. You’d get out of this alive, you swore to yourself. The trees further up were more open, you noted, squinting to try and get a closer look. A clearing, you thought excitedly, a way out of here!

You sped up, aided by your new-found adrenaline. As you bounded up the snow, something about the clearing seemed off. But you couldn’t turn back now, not when you’d made it this far. Setting your suspicions aside, you focused on getting to the clearing. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you reached the opening. Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized what was at the end of it— a cliff! You skidded to stop and stared down to the bottom of it. Gulping, you turned you looked down below. Beneath the cliff was a rushing river. You clenched your teeth, unsure of what to do.

“My, my, (Y/N), you’ve gone quite far, haven’t you?”

You gulped in fear and slowly turned to face him, to face Douma. A rush of emotions flooded through you, ranging from horror to anger. Horrified because this monster had caught up to you, angry because he had betrayed you, sad because you loved him, and guilt because you could’ve saved yourself and others if you just payed attention and listened to your gut. There were so many things you could’ve done, should’ve done in that moment. Alas, you remained still as a deer in headlights.

Douma smiled that unnerving smile of his, but he couldn’t hide the anger in his eyes. “Come along now (Y/N), it’s time to return home.”

You shook your head slightly, then you took a small step back. The edge of the cliff crumbled, alarming both you and Douma. In that moment, Douma felt both fear and anger surging through him. He was angry at you for leaving him. But he was also angry at himself for being careless, he should’ve turned you into a demon sooner. And honestly, you’d be better off for it. Look at the state of you, pale and shivering from the cold. You looked sickly and would surely fall ill. Still, Douma was mostly fearful of losing the only thing he’s ever loved, the one person who made him feel.

“It’s alright (Y/N). You’re forgiven, I won’t hurt you,” cooed Douma, attempting to coax you from cliff. His efforts only caused you to back up further.

Suddenly, the edge cliff crumbled more and the chunk you had stepped onto broke off. You shrieked as you fell backwards. Douma rushed to catch you, panic in his voice as he shouted your name. And then you blacked out, the cold and tiredness having caught up with you. Douma managed to grasp your wrist in time and hoisted you up. He possessively held you to his chest, carrying you bridal style. Your body was almost as cold as his, Douma noted frowning with concern. Yet there was sense of relief that washed over him. You were back in his arms, and he would never let you go again.

#platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere douma #yandere douma x reader #yandere kny #yandere kny x reader #Yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere demon slayer #yandere doma #yandere doma x reader

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platonicyanderepanic · 9 months

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Hello huge fan here I love the way you write

Anyway I have a request

If you watch tbhk you know yako and her past well what about a reader like that a little kitsune guarding a shrine that’s kinda mean

Request with the hashira and upper moons

(Feel free to only pick a few)

-Fox anon 🦊

Aww thanks for being a fan! I’m happy to make this! I don’t watch tbhk but I can work with the personality you sent :) Also welcome to the team Fox anon 🦊

a bit of back story

•when you were ‘born’ you were alone. The only thing you had was a small pendant and the desire to protect a shrine that you awoke at.

•that was hundreds of years ago, during the years you have gotten followers and shrine maidens. You were usually in fox form, and you’ll be honest, you were quite abrasive and could be called mean.

•one night you were talking to a maiden, when another maiden burst through the doors to your quarters. They spoke of a fight happening, she has not a clue who they are but they are causing chaos and may hurt the shrine. •you feel your instincts to protect your shrine, your followers, your shrine maidens rise up. You run out, seeing who these stranger are, what they are doing here, why they think they have the right.

DOMA

•Doma had heard of a little shrine on the mountain side from one of his followers. His curiosity was peaked, and he took a little trip.

•he arrived at midnight, walking out the stairs to the shrine. Along the wall were signs telling people not to litter or go off path and such. There were also statues of foxes, or in fact one specific fox. He assumed that must be the thing they worship.

•the thing he least expected to happen while he was observing the shrine was for a demon slayer to appear, a hashira at that. They started attacking and who is he to deny a good fight.

•they fought but before either could get a good hit in they heard a small voice yell out, demanding they stop.

•They both turn around startled, before hand they had only seen one shrine maiden who ran away, but when they turn they saw about fifteen maidens surrounding a fox with five tails. The fox calls out again confirming they were the one to call out.

•”who are you? What give you the right to fight on my holy grounds?”

Rengoku (he was the hashira)

•Rengoku stuttered before saying “well you see-“ before being interrupted by a shrine maiden “we have no need to excuses! Her excellency herself has asked you a question!”

•you and the maidens side with Doma and yell at Rengoku to leave, you believe him to be the instigator.

•let’s just say the other hashira visit to let you know the full story.

•and the UpperMoons visit soon after, wanting to know more about this fox that the humans worship.

I think obsession comes later :)

#Fox anon 🦊#kny #demon slayer #platonic yandere #yandere demon slayer #Yandere Doma #yandere rengoku

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married-to-google-translater · 11 months

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Hello!! I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write headcanons for yandere douma with a 12 year old daughter that looks almost identical to him, and how would upper moons 3, 1, and muzan react? (Doumas a single dad btw)

If not have a wonderful day!

Yandere Doma (platonic)

Since you look like him, the cult would definitely worship you too.

You've never seen your mother.

Your mother went.. to the milk shop when you were little.

Douma would try to be a good parent to you.

You make him feel emotions.

And this would really be important to him.

Douma would make it clear that your father really loves you.

He would do anything for you.

However, you are now 12 years old.

So the age of pre-teens is fast approaching.

You're not your daddy's little girl anymore.

YOU are trying to create your own personality and opinion.

Oh how Douma doesn't like this at all.

He really doesn't want you to grow up.

And he really doesn't know how to react.

Akaza gets to act as his therapist…

Whether Akaza wants to or not.

Muza would hate Douma even more during this time.

Douma would complain about your behavior much more.

He doesn't understand why you don't obey him anymore.

In addition, you ask a lot of troubling questions.

Mostly about your mother.

You'll also want to go out at sunrise.

You will certainly cause Douma gray hairs.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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RoR x Demon Slayer Crossover Masterlist

Zenitsu Reader

Zenitsu Reader Part 2

Shinobu Reader

Nezuko Reader

Tamayo Reader

Rengoku Reader

Tanjiro Reader

Tanjiro Reader Part 2: Coward

Tanjiro Reader Part 3

Tanjiro Reader Part 4

Tanjiro Reader Part 5- Final Battle

Tanjiro Reader Part 6- A Wedding!

Tanjiro Reader Part 7- A Family

Mitsuri Reader

Mitsuri Reader Part 2

Tanjiro Reader (Hades/Hercules x reader)

Shinobu Reader: Wisteria Poison

Shinobu Reader: Wisteria Poison Alternate

Reincarnated Mitsuri

Shinobu Reader: Hidden Blades

Tanjiro Reader x Platonic Yandere Family Figures

Tanjiro Reader x Raiden HCs

Chen Gong x Mitsuri Reader

Gyomei Reader

F Tengen Reader

Hantengu Reader

Muichiro Reader x Ares

Daki Reader

Haganezuka Reader

Haganezuka Reader part 2

Gyomei Reader

Protective Headbutts (Ares x Tanjiro Reader)

Kanao Reader

Demon Slayer Sasaki Kojiro

Demon Slayer Sasaki Kojiro- Forest Breathing

Ubuyashiki Kagaya Reader

Fem Giyuu Reader

Inosuke Reader

To be a Demon Slayer

Akaza Reader

Female Ubuyashiki Reader

Buddha x Tanjiro Reader

Obanai Reader

Nezuko X RoR- Sunrise

Papa Hercules and Daughter Mitsuri

Papa Hercules and Daughter Mitsuri Part 2

Lion Hearted Proposals

Muichiro Reader- Wandering Off

Teenage Tengen Reader

Genya Reader

Kokushibo Reader

Fem Giyuu Reader

Leonidas x Mitsuri Reader

Hades and Persephone x Mitsuri Daughter Reader

Kanao Reader x RoR

Yoriichi Reader x RoR

Sanemi Reader

Sanemi Reader Part 2

Thor’s Darling Daughter! (Mitsuri Reader)

Yushiro Reader

Doma Reader

Doma Reader Part 2

Kanae Reader

Raiden and Thrud’s Daughter

Rui Reader

Fem Giyuu Reader x Raiden- First Meetings

Mitsuri Love Goddess Reader

Fem Tengen Reader- Muscle Mice

Teen Mitsuri Reader

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strangelygaysimp · 2 months

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Yandere Kny character list

A/n: if there's a * its romantic if not its platonic

characters: tanjiro* nezuko zenitsu* inosuke* kanoe* genya* tomioka* shinobu* mitsuri* iguro* sanemi* Gyomei mui rengoku* tengen+ wives* muzan* kokoshibo* doma* Akaza* Hantegue+ clones*(except the child I can't spell his name) gyokko* gyutaro* Daki enmu* rui

Tanjiros will be out soon 😁😁

#Kny #Yandere Kny #Platonic Yandere #Yandere #Demon slayer #kimitsu no yaiba #tanjiro #Nezuko #Zenitsu #Kanoe #Inosuke #Genya #Yandere headcannons #Kny headcannons

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goddessonstage · 2 months

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∘ reader is gender-neutral unless specified.

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∘ yandere simulator

∘ main character(s): ayano aishi, taro yamada

∘ 1980s' rival(s): kaguya wakaizumi, moeko ryukona, honami hodoshima, sumiko tachibana, ai doruyashi, teiko nabatasai, chigusa busujima, sonoko sakanoue

∘ 202x rival(s): osana najimi

∘ 1980s' student council: reiichi tanaami, ken kyonashima, daisaku aragaki, joze shiuba

∘ 202x student council: kuroko kamenaga, akane toriyasu, aoi ryugoku, shiromi torayoshi

∘ 202x cooking club: shoku tsuburaya, saki miyu

∘ 202x drama club: tsuruzo yamazaki, shozo kurosawa, riku soma, tokuko kitagawa, kokona haruka

∘ 202x occult club: shin higaku, kokuma jutsu

∘ 202x art club: borupen saishiki

∘ 202x light music club: miyuji shan

∘ 202x martial arts club: budo masuta

∘ 202x photography club: fureddo jonzu, rojasu norubiru, sukubi dubidu, dafuni bureiku, beruma dinkuri

∘ 202x science club: kaga kusha, yaku zaishi, meka nikaru, homu kurusu

∘ 202x delinquents: umeji kizuguchi, hokuto furukizu, dairoku surikizu, hayanari tsumeato, gaku hikitsuri

∘ reverse: 1999

∘ arcanist(s): sotheby (platonic/familial only), medicine pocket, dikke, sonetto, click, tennant, diggers, blonney, horropedia, eagle (platonic/familial only), the fool

∘ mixed: pavia

∘ demon slayer: kimetsu no yaiba

∘ demon slayer(s): tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, genya shinazugawa, kanao tsuyuri

∘ hashira: giyu tomioka, mitsuri kanroji, obanai iguro, sanemi shinazugawa, gyomei himejima, muichiro tokito, shinobu kocho, kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui

∘ butterfly mansion worker(s): aoi kanazaki

∘ demon(s): nezuko kamado (platonic/familial only), tamayo, yushiro

∘ upper rank(s): doma, akaza

∘ lower rank(s): rui (platonic/familial only)

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the-murder-shack · 1 year

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master-list | supernatural

HELLRAISER:

kristy cotton...|

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1987 the hell priest...|

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riley mckendry...|

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matt mckendry...|

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colin...|

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nora...|

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2022 the hell priest...|

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2022 the gasp...|

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CHILDS PLAY:

charles lee ray...|

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tiffany valentine...|

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nica pierce...|

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jake wheeler...|

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lexy cross...|

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CANDYMAN:

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daniel robitaille...|

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anthony mccoy...|

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brianna “bri” cartwright...|

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troy cartwright...|

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william “billy” burke...|

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sherman fields...|

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FINAL DESTINATION:

GHOST SHIP:

CABIN IN THE WOODS:

READY OR NOT:

grace le domas...|

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GIRL FROM NOWHERE:

nanno...|

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SKINAMARINK:

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yandere-kokeshi · 2 years

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Yandere Douma Headcanons

Warnings: Name-calling (pet), eating humans, cult-centered, blood-sucking(?), eating, infantilism… Maybe? - (Child behavior), and manipulation.

Author Note: I do not own this character. I don't approve of yandere behavior in real life. This was shorter than I wanted it to be, so sorry if I have any mistakes!

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Douma is a cult leader, a god to most of his followers. All his followers make sure he’s well respected, well elegant, and always be there at his service when he needs something. Growing up, he didn’t feel normal human emotions. He never experienced love, sorrow, anger, or disgust. He loves seeing the nervousness, fear, and despair of humans as he finds the emotions interesting, and makes him (almost) flutter inside. He loves to mess with humans, seeing their expressions go from happy to fearful so quickly makes him so interested.

He was an emotionless soul for many, many years: till he found you. You possibly caught his eye by spiking his curiosity, standing up to him as a powerful Hashira, trying to defeat him, or you being a normal everyday civilian, who by chance reminded him of his past partner. He would’ve fallen “in love” at first sight and would try to make you his darling. As a Hashira, you would have to be a very strong and independent fighter to catch his attention. Always on point, never paying attention that you’re getting cut by his Japanese war fans; never showing an ounce of bothersomeness to the injuries that are occurring. If you were a civilian, maybe you were gentle, kind, and had the smell of his past partner that made his instincts go wild, immediately he'd become hooked.

Douma was surprised by this new emotion, the feeling of possessiveness and to keep you away from the outside and only being able to stay with him, see him only, and love him. He doesn’t understand this at all, yet he's intrigued. He finally goes along with the emotion, labeling it as “love” and “keeping you safe”.

He would kidnap you within a few weeks (2 or 3). He hates seeing you interact with anyone that is not him, even though you don't know his existence. He would watch you do your daily tasks and everything you do each night, smiling whenever you do something in his eyes that is considered pretty. He’d find every single expression you do fascinating, it makes him giggle, he’d almost want to hug you right there because of the new emotion you keep pulling at him.

The way he'd slowey get ready to kidnap you is by leaving very disturbing things on your front door and inside your home. They'd go slowly and comforting at first, flowers with love notes explaining how he loves you, then slowly getting creepier by sending a box full of your favorite things: jewelry, clothing, perfume, and sweets. The last straw would be him leaving the corpse of your neighbor on your front door. Of course, before you scream, his hand is covering your mouth, his hands guiding you back inside and him chuckling deeply; explaining that your finally gonna be in paradise with him, where you’ll be loved on and spoiled rotten.

The type of yandere he’d be is very clingy, manipulative, and possessive. He’d almost treat you as a pet, always telling you to be good. He wants to mold you into a good, little spouse. He uses his charm to manipulate you quite frequently, he'd make you rely on him most of the time, even if it's daily needs. Such as combing your hair, getting dressed, eating, and walking. He’ll tease you for being so weak; so perfect for him.

He loves the fact that you’re a human, so eatable and so fragile that you could break at any moment. Due to his possessiveness, you will not be interacting with anyone outside of your room, even with the cult members. He always tells you that they’ll try to take you away, someone who’s so perfect, stunning, and god-like needs to be protected 24/7, right? If one of the members gets to see you, it’s an emergency. Other than that, they’ll die a painful and slow death if they see you.

The way he shows his affection is a bit weird but comfortable-likewise. He’d give you gifts, expensive clothes, jewelry, and anything you like; If you behave that is. As stated above, he’s very clingy. He’ll force you to cuddle him, kiss him, sit in his lap, and overall; allow him to drink your blood. He’d say this as a way to bring you two closer. He’ll start conversations, ask you about your day, and find things you do cute.

His punishments are very brutal; whatever you did, made him very disappointed in you. He thought he trained you well enough. He’d punish you for what he thought was unpleasant, such as giving your opinion on things, not wearing the outfit he placed earlier that evening, or not allowing him to touch you. Though, these are just normal examples. Lets say, If you tried to run away, for example: he’d break your leg like a twig, if that doesn’t stop you, then he’d break both your legs. He's quite surprised that you, a mere, weak human decided to run away from him, and make his head spin around. At first, he’d even allow you to get your hopes up whilst you were on the run. Sooner or later, he’d come in, snatch you away again.

Now, if you misbehave physically: kick, punch, or scratch him. He’d just leave you alone in a room, with no clothes, and no food for a few hours. If you’re using words: threats, he’d just bluntly ignore you and continue on with whatever he was doing in the first place. Though, he’d slowly become annoyed. The more you do it, the more irritated he’ll get; which is not pretty. If it does get to that point, he’d threaten you with the smile on his smile, possibly saying he’d turn you into a demon and pull off your limbs by one or force you to watch him eat humans, especially anyone who is special to you.

There’s a rare chance he’d change you into a demon. If you had any illnesses that are clearly dangerous or making your everyday life hell, he’d turn you into a demon. Don’t worry though, he’d make sure you’d be okay, never giving you too much blood. However, he does prefer you to stay human. He likes how fragile you are, how precious, and adorable you are. He loves how he can be in control, scaring you that he'll break your arms and legs.

Slowly but surely, you’d go into Stockholm syndrome. At this point, he really doesn’t care if you do or don't fall in love with him. He'd still treat you as a pet, just being more gentler as you are behaving. He loves how you depend on him for necessary needs.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 11 months

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Young Deity | Platonic Yandere Dōma x Toddler Reader

Prior Installments 1, 2,

“Papa, I made a bookway for you!”

“Oh? Why thank you (Y/n)! Did you pick these flowers all by yourself?”

You nodded, gleefully watching as your rainbow-eyed father lit up with excitement. Scooping you up into his cold embrace, kissing your chubby cheeks as you beamed with pride. He took the gaggle of flowers and motioned for one of your maids to get a vase for your gift. While you waited for your father’s attention to return to you, you looked at the various people bowing within the room. Letting your own rainbow-flashing eyes roam over those in the room, no one seemed to stick out to you except for a younger woman’s eyes disappearing with her bowing head. You said nothing as you looked up to your father whose annoyed stare bore into your face until you met his gaze. Once you did your father gave you a fanged smile before snuggling against your head; easily dismissing the crowd.

“That will be all for today. Leave us.”

“Thank you Dōma-sama!” “Thank you, oh great one!”

You watched as they all filtered out, especially the woman with the bright eyes; with two other followers flanking her sides. She was odd to you but you thought nothing of it when you buried your face into the cloth of your father’s robes.

“What is it my precious? What’s bothering you?”

“...not’ing Papa…I jus’ wanna see ya.”

“Awww but of course! You know I’ll leave everything for you!” The demon lifted your tiny body up high bringing you back to his chest as he addressed your armed maids.

“What’s next on (Y/n)’s schedule?”

Yun spoke up bowing deeply as she spoke. “First they will be having lunch than their evening nap. After that, they will have their economic instruction and then–”

“That’s enough Yun we’re skipping schooling today.”

“Yes, Dōma-sama.” If she wanted to protest she gave no sign, instead waiting to be dismissed as her leader cradled you as he walked away. Holding you up with ease he put his ear to your tummy nodding to nothing as he heard your giggles vibrate.

“Oh my? Is that a hungry tummy I hear? Is it really time for us to feed it already?”

He cooed as you giggled at his antics. All but familiar with the urgency he made his demands for your food. In no time at all various trays were prepared with smaller chopsticks in your hand you sat on your father’s lap as you dove into your meal.

You missed the way Doma’s eyes darkened when you smiled to yourself cheeks full of your meal. But he quickly brightened once more as you eagerly agreed to hid question-not that he would have let you refuse.

“Hey precious, why doesn’t Papa feed you? All you’ll have to do is sit there and Papa will do the rest. Sounds good, right?”

“Okay!”

You sat comfortable in your father’s lap, letting your stomach weigh heavy as you let the spoon hover to your mouth with ample sizes. Dōma admired the little smile and the nonsensical tapping of your hands as you chewed on your food. He watched as your eyes began to droop and he had to prod at your lips for you to open them. When you no longer perked up to eat he hummed at the steady sound of your little breaths. Discarding the utensils and the tray of unfinished food he scooped you up leaving the conference room for your shared bedroom. Dōma didn’t need sleep but he would rather be slain then have you refuse to cuddle up to him as you fall asleep. Being the sole instigator of any emotions he refuses to let you sleep without him being there; whether its along with you or watching from afar.

“...bright eyes…flow’r…”

Dōma’s rainbow gaze snapped to you as you mumbled in your sleep. It was something you did often but always with traits or names he recognized. Master was Muzan, Koku was Kokushibo, Soft lady was Daki, and you had plenty of other names you dubbed by those that you met. But bright-eyes was a new one. He fought the desire to tighten his hold on you. Wouldn't want you waking up or breaking your tiny little body. He planned to satiate the uncomfortable spike that the mere title brought him. Deciding it best to be patient for the time being.

“Bright eyes, huh? Well, I wonder what you're like?”

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“Oh great young one! It is an honor to happen upon your presence!”

The voice of a woman had you looking up from your figurines, your maid on staff already standing guarded. It was the woman you had spotted bowing to your father, what caught your attention were her eyes. Brightly green, with olive skin she was like no one you’d ever seen before. That and your eyes seemed to go to her every time she was in the room. Black hair curved around her face held up by an intricate flower that matched her kimono.

She bowed slowly letting her gaze rise up to look at you as you stared at the flower. Tilting your head at the sight, you spoke with intention.

“That flower is it…a Dahlia?”

The woman snapped up with a smile on her face as she hovered her hand over the flower.

“Hah~! Your young grace even knows this?! How wise and powerful of you~!”

You rubbed at your eyes, an irritation building up as you pushed away a thought. What’s a Dahlia? Nonetheless, you continued. Not like you couldn't anyway.

“Do you own a flower…shop?”

“Hmmhmm~! Back home my father has a plantation that farms many things, I’ve recently come to bring some of his flowers here!”

She happily informed which immediately spawned another question but you had your own.

“Is that…heallf’y?”

“Excuse me, your grace?”

“Fer da plants, da ones dat bewong he’r?”

Your maid preened as you asked such an informed question. She and her nurse counterparts had recently informed you about the intricacies of ecosystems. Any normal child wouldn't have understood, most definitely, but you of course were above them in every which way! She couldn't be more proud. Unfortunately, the heiress didn’t feel the same, letting a shadow fall over her face. But as quickly as it came it was gone back to her beaming visage, or it would have been had it not been for her twitching eye. That question burned in your head forcing you to ask with an intensity that made her nervous.

“Have you ever had a flower called the blue-spider lily?”

She faltered returning to bowing as she apologizes, “N-no, your greatness! B-but I can find it I’m sure!”

You gave a look of disappointment turning back to your figurines, where you found that you weren’t as hurt as before. You refused to think about it anymore instead looking to your caretaker to take you away. You didn’t want to talk to this woman anymore, attempting to move to your caretaker’s open arms.

“Wait! Your grace could you offer me your divine word?!--”

“L-let–”

The pull against your garbs was tight. You worried you'd lose them if she didn't stop.

“Please your grace! I’ve been having trouble with my business lately–”

“Pwease let–”

“--The donations! I can give greater if only you would–”

“Didn’t you hear them? They asked you to let them go.”

Dōma’s voice rang out with an audience of other followers watching in scorn. Your maid acted fast slapping the woman’s hand away from you. Everyone watched in silence as she stood frozen in place. Broken out of your stillness by the nudge from your maid, you ran to your father letting him scoop you into his arms to hold you close.

“Yun, if you’d please.”

“Yes, great one.”

Your maid drew closer to her as Douma shielded your sight, turning away to walk to one of the many rooms meant for enlightenment. Over your father’s shoulder you peeked around to see the woman now in tears soon blocked by the followers gathering tightly around her.

“It’s not a loss. she hasn’t been all that giving anyway.” Douma spoke in the empty room, letting you play with another set of figurines as he lounged about.

“She…owns a fl’wr shop…” Douma snapped his gaze toward you, smiling pensively as he tilted his head.

“Oh is that so? Well I wonder…?” He left the question unfinished continuing the thought in his head as he thought of his master. He watched you fiercely rub your eyes with your little hands as you spoke in a low tone.

“She doesn’t know about it.”

He smiled as he watched you sneeze before going back to playing with your figurines. Looking deeply into your own rainbow-shifting eyes he let out a dry laugh as he rubbed your head.

“Well isn’t that helpful?”

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mayullla · 10 months

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Title: Little Sunshine!

Characters: Douma (/Doma) (Demon Slayer)

Summary: You were taken into the Paradise Faith cult with Kotoha (Inosuke's mother.) And like her, Douma became rather fond of you. When Kotoha ran away, she had no choice but to leave you behind as Douma hid the truth away from you and turned you into one of his own kind.

Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, the reader gets turned into a demon (drinking blood is mentioned here / forced), manipulation

Note: Part 2 is here!

You were holding the hand of Kotoha Hashibira, a pregnant woman who brought you along with her when she was welcomed into the Paradise Faith cult.

You were around 3 to 4 years old that time, if Douma remembers correctly when you walked in curiously looking at everything around you so naively and sweetly asking Kotoha who these people welcoming you and her were.

If he was right, Douma remembers that you didn't belong to Kotoha. That two of you weren't blood-related, but she picked you up somewhere as she found you abandoned and alone. It was a common occurrence, no doubt, that kids get abandoned by their own parents. Maybe it was due to poverty or maybe for other reasons but Kotoha told Douma that was hard to ignore you as you look at the world with something in your eyes. Something that she could not pinpoint.

Yet Douma definitely found something common between you and Kotoha, these cheerful and innocent personalities that the two of you have. The two of you would always play together, as you followed along when Kotoha sang or times when you played alone but always invited him to join you when you noticed him.

Even now after years you still do the same, as you toss the ball high up into the air and then catch it the servants watching from far away clapping their hands and they look fondly at you the daughter of Douma having but age only one year after so long.

"Dear," Douma stated, gesturing that you come to him. Looking up from your ball, you trotted over to him, tilting your head curiously. Sometimes you remind him of how he fondly looked at you and Kotoha, the days when he would watch you play around and laugh in delight trying to ask him to carry you as you looked at the koi fish inside the pond. Your eyes were innocent even years later, but then again, you sleep more than before, so maybe mentally, you wouldn't age as much...

"Ah, my lovely child, you are awake! Why didn't you tell me so? I would have come sooner." Douma stated, patting your head. While it has been made this idea that you and Douma were father and daughter, it couldn't have been far from the truth.

It was a public ritual that had been made between you and Douma. The followers envied you, a small child who was forced to drink the blood that came from Douma's hand sliced with a knife and poured into a small cup. It seemed that you didn't remember such a situation occurring as he once brought it up only to get a confused look from you.

You cried so much that day when you were forced to drink from the cup, as the followers all held you down, telling you that you should be grateful and happy that you have been given this honor. That you and Douma would now be related, and there was nothing more privilege than to be related to the man who they worshipped.

With a smile, Douma continued to watch. Your body wanted to curl as you felt the pain in your body as if thorns were stabbed everywhere. Maybe this wouldn't have happened... maybe you would have stayed a human for a long time till you died as one if Kotoha hadn't found out about his little secret.

He remembered when Kotoha tried to run away, she wanted to get you too, but with Inosuke in her arms and him on the way she wasn't able to do so.

Your cries of pain were what he listened to as he thought about the past.

"Where is Kotoha-san and Inosuke?" You asked one night after searching the whole day for them.

"They have left, dear child." Douma smiled down at you, his face covered by the shadow made by the moonlight. His eyes glowed brightly as he watched your reaction to the news. "Oh... are they coming back?" You asked, looking down at the floor fidgeting in your spot. "I am not sure, dear..." Douma replied, watching.

How confused you were, then a sort of realization, then betrayed, sorrow, acceptance, and lastly, loneliness. He enjoyed watching your emotions very much, how expressive your eyes were, a smile still on his face. He wondered what you would do next. Would you curl up in a corner and hide away mopping that you have been abandoned once again, or would you just cry here screaming why?

"Will you stay with me?" Your question almost barely a whisper surprised Douma, as his eyes widen, and somewhere in his body jumped at your words.

It was unfamiliar to him. He wasn't able to reply as silence draped through the room. You stared at him with a cautious hope that started to dim little by little every second he didn't answer.

"Yes.." That word surprised Douma a lot, such a common word held an unfamiliar, heavy feeling that he never thought he would experience. Covering his mouth with his fingers as he wondered if he really was the one who said it. Looking at you, he saw your eyes just light up just a little, and as you smiled.

It was at that moment he thought that his heartbeat, or whatever similar thing there was for a demon. But other than that, there was something else he noticed in his heart, one he could not recognize at all. Yet he thought it was such an erratic, crazed feeling. It was almost addictive.

Douma thought that maybe through you, he might... might just be able to experience these emotions that he never thought he could. The feeling of just being a little more... real.

It was his own amusement that led to the decision to turn you into a demon just like him. When he had done just a good amount of work for Muzan when he asked for a little prize for his work. Mozan stared at him with disdain when he had asked, wondering if he had gone crazy. But to get him out of his sight, Muzan let him do as he pleases, allowing you to become a demon.

Douma watched as you cried your eyes out in pain. Your eyes ever so slowly became more and more crazed. The want for blood you crave would be soon as you tried to find someone to eat, yet Douma noticed how you also looked as if another side of you was fighting. Not wanting to spill blood, as tears fell from your eyes begging yourself to stop.

Instead of eating a human, before Douma could even call for one and offer that dish to you. You passed out.

How... boring... he thought as he stared at you, poking your cheek.

You slept for a long time. A few months or more, he didn't count. Douma sent you to another room to be cared for by the worshippers and almost have completely forgotten about you tired of waiting after a while.

When Douma had asked Muzan about turning a child into a demon, almost all the upper-rank demons were there then. Akaza wondered what has gotten into Douma to ask such a thing but it wasn't like he once understood the guy. So did the other demons they all looked at Douma as if he went insane.

Douma didn't care. He didn't really care what they thought of him, but imagine his surprise when he after a year saw you with Akaza. You were laughing cheerfully as the man carried you on his shoulders. His face was a little confused, but letting you do as you please as you raved about how high up you were. He watched as the smile on Akaza's lips became a little more genuine as he continued to play with you.

... it was a dirty feeling, ugly and disgusting that he wanted to vomit out. It felt like he was drowning in thick mud as he watched you play with Akaza. Just a year ago, he was the one to do this for you.

And he doesn't know why...

Note: I think it was really obvious to those who follow me that I would pick writing demons rather than the demon slayers... hehe

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