#doma x reader

[satorusmegumi]

sugar on my tongue

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“Let me see that face.” That voice, soft as the wind on a summer evening, which carries a promise of everything gentle, cuts through the air as Doma-sama bends down to lift your face up by the chin. His touch is electrifying—a shiver runs down your body from the point of contact. A gasp escapes you as you finally look into those eyes, full of colour, mirth, and life. Eyes that beg to be lost in their depths.

“You will spend the night here on the compound,” he says. “Are you scared?” Doma-sama tilts his head in question, his face contorting with concern. You don’t know what shows upon yours but your heart is trying to beat out of your chest.

Your father left you here to atone. There is no salvation without atonement.

“Y-yes, Doma-sama.” You cannot lie on your path to become pure. But saying it aloud feels like you are failing this divine being of purity before you.

You were tainted. Troubled. You brought shame on your parents. Fortunately, Doma-sama held salvation in the palm of his hands like a gift. But absolution could never be entirely painless. Could it?

Why not put this here anyway.

[wolvv7]

𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕.

Douma x reader (18+)

Warnings: spanking, pinning, overstimulation, hate sex, pain-kink, creampie, overall Douma being annoying, or out of character.

Just a little Something I wrote at school real quick.

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“Oh please! You’re so beautiful, I beg of you allow me to make love to you. I promise I’ll make you feel amazing.~”

“No douma! Stop asking!-“

God how he was so annoying, no wonder others didn’t like him except for his worshipers, you just couldn’t understand how people could tolerate douma’s behavior for this goddamn long!

On his knees below you was uppermoon2, one of the strongest twelve kizuki that Muzan, the demon king himself has created.

An expression of annoyance and disgust plastered on your face, you hated Douma and couldn’t stand the way he treated you,,.. he was always so overprotective of you, watching your every move and spoiling you nonstop with expensive gifts you never asked for. You wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. He was a demon and you were a human, it just wouldn’t work..

“Please! My beautiful flower.~ , let me make love to you please..?~” Douma begged eagerly, a hint of lust on his expression. His veiny and thin hands grab at your thighs holding onto them looking up at you with a menacing grin, you knew there was more than just play behind it. “Aww.~ don’t give me that look, flower.~”

You roll your eyes pushing him away from you, despite that, you loved the sight of him desperately begging you to help him get his dick off, he looked better on his knees. You knew you were teasing the uppermoon, before you’d give up anything you wanted to keep playing hard to get. “Fuck off Douma! I said no!” You snapped but no real anger behind it.

“And now I’m saying yes!” Douma says getting up, his extremely tall form towering over you. He pushes you down quite easily, getting on top of you and pinning you. A big playful smile plastered on his face “Aww look at you! You’re so small compared to me. Hmm.. I guess I’ll have to be gentle” The white haired demon murmured under his breath with a curious expression.

“Wait-.. Douma get off of me-..”.. You push at him, he was so heavy it was kinda unbearable. Douma can’t help but not take you seriously… “gosh you’re so cute.! I wonder how you look without all these clothes.” He sneered, Douma leaned up to remove your pants, dragging you closer to him by your feet. You try to crawl away him but he just drags you even closer, his Larger built in between your legs spreading them apart looking down at your underwear like a predator looking at its next meal, he licks his lips glaring his eyes slightly looking at you lustfully.

“Such a beautiful flower…just look at you. I bet you can take me so well..I just can’t wait any longer..!” Douma whimpers.. he starts to undo his pants pulling them down slightly but not below his hips.. Pulling down his underwear down as well… One strong hand still pinning you down to the wooden floor,, “douma- I-“

“Hush pretty little flower. Look at me while I make you mine okay?~ be good for me, And I promise I won’t be rough..~” Douma purrs playfully, pushing you more onto your stomach until your Face is pushed against the ground, your ass up And You’re struggling to get away from his hold.

‘SMACK!’

A burning sensation is left lingering on your ass, you hiss from the unexpected pain.., douma rubs his hand where he smacked your ass trying to soothe the pain.. “I know.. shh. You continued to struggle so I had to.~” douma chuckles grabbing the rim of your underwear.., slowly pulling it down.. you’re still frozen in shock.,, you can’t even struggle due to the fear of being smacked painfully hard on your ass again until it stings …

Your underwear is fully taken off, as much as you want to struggle to get away from this crazy lunatic your body just refuses.., “so beautiful..,, even here too.! Why were you hiding this away from me the whole time?!” Douma says with a slight hint of sadness in his voice.., “this beautiful pussy of yours… so pretty, flower.. I cant wait any longer!~” Douma yips as he pulled his thick cock out and pushing it against your aroused hole.. slickness sticking to the head of his cock.. “so wet.~ I just wanna taste! But I’ll taste it after.~” Douma teases as you feel the tip of cock push against the entrance of your pussy…

“Fuck-.. Please. Put it in already..” you don’t understand why you’re begging for something you want so bad from the person you hate the most… it could have been akaza, hantengu, maybe even gyokko. But of course it had to be Douma…

“Ouuu..!~ someone’s needy for my cock hm?~ Anything for my sweet flower, I guess I just needed to wait for you to Bloom..~” Douma purred slipping his thick cock between your tight wet folds., letting out a loud groan feeling your walls clench quickly around his dick.. “mmhm..~. Fucking tight baby.~ relax your body, you’re so tense!~” Douma purred, thrusting his hips teasingly slow, his eyes half lidded and his moans soft…

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.. this moment to take you all for myself.~” Douma moans pushing his cock past the tightness of you, stretching walls of your pussy.. it hurted so good..

You couldn’t help but moan and whine as he fucked you deeper, his cock stretching you out everytime he thrusts in and back out of your pussy… “D-douma..-hgh! Fuck yes- faster-..” you cry out with pleasure

“Hm?~ what was that?~” he teased, edging your pleasure.

“P-please f-faster..!” You breathed out as your hips uncontrollably sync with his thrust, your hips controlling you causing you to desperately fuck back into him.. you were melting into him

“A-aha!~ look at you, fucking me back as if you didn’t just say you just push me away!” Douma mocked as his pace in his thrusts became extremely aggressive and quick, less passionate and loving, becoming more punishing.

Douma pinned you down by your shoulders, his form leaning over his as his thrust become too much to handle.., “D-Douma fuck-.. fuck I’m gonna-“ your words cut from the overwhelming pleasure and you whined from the feeling the way his cock pressed against your g spot and almost touching your cervix from how lengthy he was.

“Oh, what’s wrong?~ It hurts?~” he taunted, leaning down to moan in your ear. You could feel his shaky breath against your neck. Feeling a warm pleasurable coil in the pit of your stomach, you knew you were about to cum.. your moans become louder and your breathing becomes heavier than ever as if you just ran a mile.

Doumas thrusts became harsher as he is soon about to reach his limit as well.., “o-Ohh!~ please- fuck~ tell me how good I’m making you feel.. please!” Douma mewls, his hips hitting against your ass making such lewd and slick sounds

You couldn’t even speak, your mind went blank as the pleasure was to much to handle to the point you could only moan and whimper until you reached your orgasm.. He had broke your mind from just his cock.

“mm’ feels hngg! So g-good..too good-..” you stutter trying to speak clearly your voice only comes out as a whine.. your walls clench around Doumas cock causing his thrusts to stutter and become more harsh.. “yes, y/n yes!~ tell me how much you want me.., please y/n..-“ he pleaded.

“Praise me.~”

Your pussy couldn’t help but clench around his thick cock after hearing such needy and desperate words come out of the demons mouth, your nails scratch and try to grip at the floor beneath you as you tried grounding yourself as you reached one of the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had, your moans become more louder..

“Shit-..! Douma please..! You’re making me feel so good mmm.. more! More!” You pleaded frantically, whining for Douma’s cock as it hit some of your deepest spots. As soon as you cum, Douma’s thrusts become more harsh and overstimulating. The feeling of doumas hips slapping against your ass as his cock pushes against your cervix causing your moans to turn into ear-piercing screams from the shocking feeling of overstimulation

But your screams just gets him harder and harder.

“That’s it.~ scream for me.. Mhm.~ yea- just like that.~” Douma groans, his pace merciless. His hands reach down to pull at the roots of hair coming from your scrap pulling you closer to him, your back against his chest. You couldn’t help but just whine as sharp spikes of pain and pleasure ache down from your pussy..

it was too much to handle.

Doumas moans become more pitched as he reaches his high end, climaxing as he filling you with every last bit of his cum

not pulling out until his cock was emptied out.. his cock twitched inside of you, your walls clenching tightly around him..

“You’re still clenching around me Petal.~ your pussy is such a perfect fit for me, isn’t it?~” Douma purrs, his cock slipping out of you, twitching as the breeze hits it..

You couldn’t reply, in such shock from the orgasm you’ve just experienced, doumas cock was unexpectedly amazing.

You felt your body hit the cold hard ground as douma let go of your scalp.. panting like a bitch in heat. You just couldn’t catch your breath..

“Look at you.. what a mess!..was I too rough petal? Hm? Tell me, cmon.~” douma says yapped knowing damn well you couldn’t handle him

“..You’re still wet..” douma murmured swiping a finger against your cum covered pussy, it still leaking a mixture of your cum and doumas..

“Mm.. so desperate aren’t you? It’s almost like you want another round.. hm... How about we try something.. different.~”….

(The end)

[sweetnspiceneverythingnice]

His Favorite.

Douma x fem! Reader

Warnings: Fingering, dirty talk, manipulation(?), blood, mentions of p in v sex, Douma being himself.

A/N: hey hey hey! I’m so so so sorry I wasn’t able to get any of your requests! I’m finally on break from uni so hopefully I can get to a couple :) here’s Douma smut bc GYATTT DAMN I need him.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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You were always his favorite.

And he had not a clue as to why.

Was it perhaps.. the way you presented yourself? Or the way you acted all adorable and pleasing in front of him? He couldn’t answered even if it was for a test.

But for some reason when he noticed you for the first time, he felt something. At least, that was what he figured. A strange beating within his chest, his tummy almost full of butterflies, as the goes.

Was it happiness? Excitement? Or something darker?

Whatever it was, he needed to discover it for himself. Which is what eventually lead to him to invite you into his personal chambers. Something he had rarely ever done in the past.

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“Hm?” The pale-headed demons head perks up from his fist as he hears a small knock upon his shoji. He hums, until he smells a familiar scent.

You.

“Lord Douma, ____ has arrived.”

The shoji slides open, and he can’t help the grin of satisfaction that easily slides onto his face when he notices you.

Clapping his hands, he happily welcomes you into the room.

“Come, come! Please, don’t be shy,” He beckons you into the room, dismissing the maid with a wave of his free hand. Once she is gone, you enter. Not noticing the intense look he almost radiates through your skin.

“Thank you, lord Douma.”

“Of course! Please, make yourself comfortable right-“ He pats the spot on his futon next to him. “-Here.”

He doesn’t miss the small hint of hesitation, and he almost speaks up, until you obediently make your way over to him and sit down softly.

“Of course.” You nod, keeping your eyesight on the ground as to not seem ‘disrespectful’.

There is a comfortable silence for a good few minutes, Douma simply taking in your presence. Until you speak up.

“Lord Douma?” You clasp your hands together, looking towards him, but not into his eyes. Not yet.

“Why did you invite me here? I was told no one was ever allowed-“ You pause, worrying what you said would have offended him. “Forgive me for my boldness! I would just like to know. Why me?”

Ah, the question he had been waiting for.

“Ever the intuitive girl, hm?” He chuckles, watching you flinch. “No, no. Don’t worry. I’m not upset!”

He adjusts himself, turning his body to face you. His favorite view.

“Well, I was never one to avoid honesty, so it’s really simple!” His smile softens a bit as he leans closer to you, you almost feeling his breath against your cheeks. “It’s because you’ve done something to me.”

His tone of voice sends shivers down your spine, it being lower than usual. He of course, notices your action with a pleased smile.

“I-I see.” You gulp, running your hands through your locks. “What would.. that be?” You were feeling bold tonight. After all, you had to admit he was quite attractive. Well, very attractive. But who were you to think such a thing?

“Such a bold thing to ask! Though, I quite enjoy it.” You relax. “Honestly, I have no clue. You just manage to bring a beat to my cold heart.”

What strange words. But it was intriguing.

“One could say…” He leans in further, leaving you stiff. “You’re my favorite.”

“Oh!” You involuntarily squeak, covering your mouth in shock when the words come out from his mouth.

Favorite?

“But why?” You weren’t hesitating anymore.

“Who knows?” He shrugs, that all too familiar smile on his face. “But you’ve enchanted me. So..”

You watch as his hand makes its way towards your hand, rubbing it as he watches you. “I have a proposition for you.”

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You clasp a hand over your mouth, doing your best to quiet any moans that escaped as the lord founder’s fingers curl deep within your tight walls. But he has none of it, gently removing your hand away from your lips with a tut.

“Don’t hide those adorable little noises, precious thing.” He moves his hand back down towards your inner thigh, keeping them spread despite you instinctively rubbing them together. “And keep these open for me, will you? You wanna feel good, right?”

You whimper, the only answer you could give as his fingers increase in speed.

“That’s right, very good.” He leans down, you feeling his cold breath against your neck. The feeling pleasurable. Until he digs his teeth into the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

Your cries of pleasure turn into cries of pain. You squirm, feeling warm blood begin to pour down from the bite marks.

Strangely enough, you begin to feel immense pleasure as he suckles from your blood- fingers keeping their tempo inside your wet walls.

The moans of delight he let out only making you even more drenched somehow.

After what feels like hours, he lifts his head with a pleased sigh and licking of his lips.

“How delicious! I knew why I wanted you so bad..” He speaks, mostly to himself. “You’re a Marechi! I don’t know how I couldn’t tell.. oh well!” He continuously rams his fingers deep inside of your cunt, humming at the squelching sounds.

“Lord.. Douma! Feels so-“

“Good? I know. Anything for my favorite.” He licks up the beaded blood leaking from your wound. “Now how about you be a good girl and come for me, hm? Wouldn’t that be lovel-“

He is interrupted by your sudden loud moan and your pussy fluttering and squeezing around his fingers.

“Oh my! That was quick..” He gives you a minute to breathe, fingers still buried inside of you as you pant like a dog in heat. “Hm.. shame. I’m not quite satisfied yet.” He pouts, removing his fingers quickly as you whine at the sudden loss.

You don’t notice though, as he brings his fingers up to his face. Psycho analyzing them like a scientist analyzing a vile. But he does not hesitate to lick his fingers, basking in the taste.

“This tastes so good! Surely you won’t mind if I have some more?” He asks with the same smile on as per usual. You hesitate, watching as he gets on his knees in front of you.

“I-“

“Of course you don’t.”

He hums, getting comfortable between your legs, cheek nuzzling into your thigh as he takes in the scent.

“No,” You suddenly speak up, bringing him up by his turtleneck to stare into his eyes. “Please.. please just fuck me.”

You swear you see his eyes widen in shock as his mouth widens. But not for long as he smiles in delight.

You hear the hasty sound of a belt being unbuckled and dropped to the floor as all of a sudden, you are pinned underneath him.

After all, you are his favorite!

[deathmetaldreams]

[satoruined]

18+

dōma never understood the appeal of abstinence until he met you. for more than a century, he had obeyed the simplest of creeds: hunger should be fed, desire fulfilled, pleasure taken whenever it presented itself.

tonight is no different. while his appetite in the physical sense was already glutted, his carnal desires never waned for you. and curse that freakish stamina of his! judging by the hardness nudging your thigh, it was clear that he could’ve kept going without pause, had it not been for your human limits.

four drawn-out rounds and still, he could not leave you alone. after being denied the comfort of staying inside you, dōma sought consolation elsewhere, mouthing languid kisses to your shoulder, in both quiet worship and tender defilement. (it wasn’t morality that stayed his fangs from tearing into your arteries—to dōma, it was more of a game. curiosity turned self-inflicted torment. he’s somewhat of a masochist.)

you mumbled half-heartedly about needing rest, but he ignored it entirely. “just one more kiss. pleasepleaseplease pretty please?” you both knew one kiss would never suffice—greedy thing that he was. cold lips trailed down your neck, nipping lightly. you evoked an instinct to consumeconsumeconsume, but for now he’d leave just a trail of shallow marks, little crescents fading to bruises by morning. proof that he’d been a ‘good’ lover and a ‘bad’ upper moon.

before you could squirm away, he caught you around the waist and tumbled you back onto the futon in a careless sprawl of limbs. laughter spilled out as he pressed you down, his birch-coloured hair framing your face like a halo of moonlight. “where d’you think you’re going?” he chirps, the very picture of mischief. “can’t leave me all alone— that’s just cruel!”

when he trailed lower, tongue flicking out to tease your already-sensitive nipple, you swatted his shoulder. “dōma!” you hissed, exasperation colouring your voice.

“what in the world has gotten into you?”

“ouchie! now was that really necessary?” dōma whined, lower lip jutting in a pout that belied the gleam in his rainbow eyes. “i was just tasting,” his words muffled as his hot wet tongue flicked once more. “you’re so cute… i could eat you right up.”

he propped himself on an elbow, watching you with a dopey, lovelorn smile. one you’d come to expect from him, and often it made you feel as though the two of you were in on some bone-chilling farce. for behind those hypnotic, iridescent irises, there was usually nothing at all.

but something shifted. and dōma must have felt it too, because for the briefest instant, a shallow crease appeared between his brows, uncertainty marring the usual placidity of his face. quickly followed by the rosy blush dusting his cheeks, wholly out of place. he blinked, once, twice, as though surprised by himself.

and then, the mask was back on place. whatever had just passed—some errant chemical mimicry of emotion or simply a trick of nerves—he dismissed it without a second thought. familiar vacancy settled back in, tranquil as ice reforming over water. a soft chuckle escaped and when he bent down again, brushing his lips against the curve of your throat, there was tenderness. whether it was genuine or only another act in his repertoire, you could no longer tell. it scarcely mattered.

[loveroxy]

idk if you write smut but if you do! Can you do a NSFW alphabet with douma

︵‿︵‿୨♡ Ｎｓｆｗ Ａｌｐｈａｂｅｔ ♡୧‿︵‿︵

A- Aftercare, How are they after sex?

He wants to relax with you after sex. I can imagine him pulling you close and then taking his pipe out and smoking while you fall asleep in his arms. He always waits for you to fall asleep then he might take a nap for a little while but most of the time he just watches you sleep

B- Bodypart- what's their favorite body part of theirs and their partners.

He likes his fingers because of how good he can make you feel with them, they're so long and he knows how to curl them just right to make you go crazy. He likes your thighs, he loves being between them, laying on them, fucking them, leaving marks on them. It doesn't matter what he's doing with them he loves it all.

C- Cum, anything to do with cum basically

He likes to get it everywhere; he likes coming on your face, chest, thighs, stomach anywhere he can see that he made a mess of you.

D- Dirty secret, A dirt secret they have

He touches himself to the scent of your perfume sometimes if you're not home and he's needy.

E- Experienced, how experienced are they?

He's very experienced. He's been alive for hundreds of years, so he's seen pretty much everything and knows how to pleasure his partner.

F- Favorite position

Doggy style. He loves fucking you into the bed from behind, being able to pull your hair and whisper filthy things in your ear. He loves seeing you on all fours gripping the sheets because of him.

G-Goofy, are they serious or humorous in the moment

He's definitely a mix of both. It really depends on what mood he's in. If he's in a good mood and he just wants to spend time with you, he'll definitely be a bit goofier but if he's stressed and he wants to have sex to blow off steam he's a lot more serious.

H- Hair, how well groomed are they?

He's very well groomed, I can see him not really liking the feeling of hair on himself and he keeps himself very well groomed.

I- Intimacy, how intimate are they?

I would say he's intimate and romantic like 70% of the time. Sometimes he just wants to have sex to get stress out and when he does that he's not very romantic

J-Jack off

he doesn't really need to and has never really needed to. He has you now and before he had you, he had multiple of his followers who were willing to help him. He might occasionally if he wants to get off and he doesn't feel like waiting for you but that's not very often.

K- Kink, one or more of their kinks

Biting. He loves leaving marks and bruises on your neck and he loves the feeling of you biting him even if it won't leave a mark.

L- Location, where do they like to do it?

Literally anywhere. He is willing and able to give it to you anytime, anywhere.

M-Motivation, what gets them going?

He likes it when you initiate things. When you show him that you want him.

N- No, things they won't do, turn offs

He's the type of guy where if his partner isn't happy, he's not happy. So, anything that you don't like and turns you off turns him off as well.

O-Oral, do they prefer giving or receiving

he prefers receiving. He loves it when you give him head it's one of his favorite things to do with you.

P-Pace, are they fast are slow

He is fast and rough. No matter how much he tries to go slow or try and be gentle he gets lost in the pleasure and ends up going fast and rough.

Q- Quickie

He doesn't like them. He doesn't like being in a rush with you. if he's going to have sex with you, he wants to take his time and have a few hours with you.

R-Risk, do they take risks? Absolutely, he'll try anything with you and is always up for risks.

S-Stamina, how many rounds can they go?

Oh, he can go for hours. He can go all night if you'll let him.

T-Toys, do they own them? How many?

I can see him owning a few but I don't think he'd use them often

U-Unfair, how much do they like to tease

he LOVES teasing you, sometimes he goes till you're in tears begging him to touch you

V-Volume, how loud are they?

he's VERY loud, he does it on purpose sometimes, he likes his followers or whoever is in the other room to hear how good you feel to him.

W-Wild card, random headcannon

He loves making out, it's one his favorite things that gets him in the mood

X-Xray, what's going on under those clothes

He's def bigger than average, I'd say like 9 inches.

Y-Yearning, how high is their sex drive? Very high, he needs to have sex everyday sometimes even a few times a day.

Z- Zzz, how fast do they fall asleep after?

Since he's a demon, he doesn't really need to sleep and most of the time he doesn't, and he'll just lay with you while you sleep.

Hope you enjoyed! Requests are always open!

[mitsuriissleepy]

Can I request Dōma x Reader?

“Such a sweet thing ..”

I don’t know if you wanted head-canons or a fic so I’ll do head-canons as well after !

Doma x Gn reader .

Warnings : stalking , murder but not specified or anything bloody other than that i don’t think there’s any but if there is please tell me !! But this is basically my first fic request so please forgive me if it’s not good !!

Reader goes by [name] !

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It was a normal night .. [name] was getting ready for bed and was doing their night time routine. When they heard a sound outside , it was the sound of a twig snapping just by their window . They quickly turned around and peered outside , As they did they found nothing there but they did see a broke twig and a letter .

[name] quickly went to retrieve the note from outside and as they picked it up they heard another noise this time it was a scream , They flinched and covered their mouth in horror as they turned around and saw .. nothing? [name] ran inside holding the letter trying to play it off as them imagining it .

Little did they know a certain blonde and rainbow eyed demon was behind a tree giggling to himself as he held the throat of a person who had gotten ‘to close’ to what he would soon make his.

{time skip a bit !!}

It had been about half an hour since they ran inside with the letter . [name] was still so shaken up about the scream but decided to just try and calm down , they sat down on the futon with the note in hand and opened it. Inside it was a wilted rose and a couple words . It read : “To my sweet rose , I do wish you would stop talking to so many other people . All you need is right here with me ! I can and will do anything to get you with me , even if I have to take extreme measures again . But oh well anything for my dear sweet rose again.. such a sweet thing you are. Oh and I found this lovely rose for you I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did when I found it . Love from your secret admirer - D ~

As [name] finished reading it they were shocked I mean who would even send this to them? They didn’t have any friends with the initial ‘D’ they didn’t think so anyway . And taking extreme measures is bad enough !! What does this person mean again?? They mean they have done this before ? [name] was extremely shocked now but also a bit flustered due to someone loving them so much to the point of admiring them from afar !!

They quickly got themself together and wanted to find out who this ‘secret admirer’ is , so they stood up and went to look outside where they found the letter . When they got to the place they found it they saw hand prints on the window facing their bedroom . To shocked to notice the footsteps approaching from behind them in the forest they didn’t prepare themself for the hands that would land on their shoulders . When [name] was about to scream a hand clasped over their mouth and they heard a calm voice say : “come now, you don’t want to wake anyone up do you?” They looked behind them slightly and saw blonde hair and rainbow eyes with ‘upper-moon 2’ carved into them he looked down at me and smiled creepily without blinking once and then began to speak . “Well hello there , I’ve been ‘dying’ to meet you in person .. you must’ve gotten my letter right? It’s not here anymore . Did you like the rose? I do hope so , how sweet of you to come back here to look for me” [name] tried to push him away from them but as they did his grip on them got stronger and tighter. He started speaking again , “now now.. it’s not kind to refuse the love of someone who loves you is it . Do be a dear and quit with all the squirming , it will be much quicker if you stop.” [name] looked horrified and confused at the same time , what did he mean ‘it’ and while they were squirming and pushing him away they felt something hit their head and they quickly fell unconscious.

But before they completely fell unconscious they heard someone say : “I wish I didn’t have to do this but oh well.. at-least you are mine now , my sweet thing.”

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My first request I hope you enjoy !!!

Sorry if it’s not good I’m still learning ˶ˊᜊˋ˶

[satoruined]

YOU’RE SUCH ANGEL, AND I’M GONNA HURT YOU ( BUT GOD, I DON’T WANT TO )

content warnings: depictions of gōre. idealisation of cannibalism. religious themes. gn!reader x DŌMA | 18+

DŌMA HOLDS YOU IN HIS ARMS, JUST AS HE HAS HELD COUNTLESS OTHERS BEFORE YOU: chin lowered to rest against the crown of your head, a pantomime of intimacy so practiced it costs no thought at all. tenderness, for dōma, has always been mere etiquette before the feast.

but tonight there is no feast waiting.

instead, luminous tears trail down his cheeks, conjured from the same reservoir of manufactured empathy he has siphoned all his life. beneath the mimicry, something else stirs. shy continents of yearning begin to surface across the frozen sea of his soul, cold and treacherous as the bering strait.

with mild astonishment, the demon realises he has grown fond of you. (the word itself is paltry, but it is the only one he can reach for.) it needles at him, this fondness. it sits like a grain of sand inside a defective oyster—an irritant that can never transmute into a pearl, hurting precisely because of its futility. dōma has always known something is wrong with him. the absolute absence of feeling that defined his existence. awareness has never troubled him before. and yet, when your eyes meet his, they do not reflect the moronic, worshipful glaze of a disciple gazing at their idol. the difference unsettles him. he thinks he likes that, though why, he cannot say.

your finite lifespan is a problem. fleeting decades drift past him like ice floes, but you cannot endure time measured in his scale. dōma imagines you succumbing to old age and disease, and the thought is… vexing. not that it saddens him (sadness remains foreign to the demon) it is more akin to a strand of sinew stuck between his teeth.

for once, dōma finds himself at a loss.

he rolls the dilemma over and over, as he might a string of juzu beads. two solutions present themselves, neither borne from kindness. one: kill you gently, let your blood sluice down his throat, marrow melting into his belly until your essence lives within him forever. the other: offer you his blood, extend your life into an endless night and watch your humanity fade away.

how inverted this is. ordinarily, his logic in consuming his disciples has always been a false benevolence that paints their deaths as salvation. for the first time, he wants something for himself. not for sustenance, merely for the selfishness of keeping you forever.

as your head lolls back, his palm rises to cradle the base of your skull, thumb stroking idly against your nape. a morbid collector’s mind notes the pleasing symmetry of your occipital bone; yet the notion of seeing it stripped of its casing of flesh repulses him. he would rather keep it where it rests now, attached to the living column of your neck.

something is wrong with him. he is certain of it.

the latter path carries its own perils: muzan’s inevitable wrath, should the truth ever come to light—and that man is nothing if not theatrical when enraged. with his obsession on finding the blue spider lily, muzan tolerates no deviation that does not serve his singular crusade. what a temper he’d throw if he discovered one of his upper moons had strayed into a side-quest for something so… frivolous. dōma has the faintest suspicion that muzan doesn’t like him much to begin with. oh well. liking has never been a prerequisite for receiving blood. still, the repercussions might prove entertaining. perhaps his lordship would rip out his tongue or gouge his eyes in a fit of pique—wouldn’t that be delightful? not that dōma is scared of the demon king. the absence of fear remains one of the consolations afforded by his inability to feel.

and yet, the ultimate obstacle remains not muzan, but you. he doubts you would ever accept his offer. your purity is one of the many things he likes about you, making the notion of corrupting you… ah, what word to use… regrettable. he cannot even be certain you would love him enough to forfeit your humanity for his sake. and yet, absurdly, that is what he has begun to crave: not the reverence his disciples lavished upon him—devotion bartered for false salvation—but something far rarer.

all this thinking is giving him a headache. with a little “heh~” of exasperation, dōma lifts one hand. his index finger, tipped with a pointed nail stained with a lavender hue, finds his temple. there’s a wet, glutinous squish as he breaches skin and bone with no more resistance than soft clay, the digit swirling lazily through the pulpy grey matter. there is no pain, only the exquisite release of pressure. a small shudder of relief runs through; his headache dissipates. a viscous trail of brain-matter mixed with dark blood glistens down his knuckle when he withdraws with a soft pop. the wound knits shut at once, skin sealing over bone. unmarred, not even a smear of blood. dōma slips the soiled finger into his mouth, sucking idly at the residue, tasting nothing in particular but enjoying the motion.

a soft exhalation slips from your parted lips, and he tightens his hold by the smallest degree. even in sleep your fingers seek him, curled into the fabric of his robes—you are but a trusting lamb resting in a monster’s lap. he looks down at you and feels, for a fleeting instant, a bewildered flutter in the hollow cavity where his heart ought to be. you look so very cute. the thought arrives with disarming simplicity.

his eyelids lower, half-veiling the kaleidoscope of his irises so it softens to a muted glimmer. the smile remains, serene and unchanging.

ah… decisions, decisions. should he simply absorb you now, keep you forever? you wouldn’t feel a single thing. or he could try the other way, poke a little hole at your neck, his blood filling the cavity. it would sting a little at first, but then—oh, eternity! your pretty face unspoiled by age, your hands still fitting inside his.

how novel, to find himself hesitating.

in his arms you stir, the fog of sleep still clouding your vision before your gaze finally meets his prismatic eyes. blessedly, he does not need to make the decision tonight. his expression brightens—a smile that breaks across his face like sunlight spilling over the horizon.

“ah! you’re finally awake,” dōma coos, tapping the tip of your nose with the very finger he’d only moments ago absently dug into his own skull.

“i missed you.”