#uppermoon

[yuki2sksksk]

Oh man this AU again. Disappears for a while to study see ya *peace out and fade*

(lyrics of 'How It's Done' in K-Pop Demon Hunter)

[strawberriianime]

On Your Knees

♡ cw: 18+ themes, unprotected sex, description of sex, name calling, use of P & D, creampies (a lot), manipulation, degradation, succubus themes, oral sex, sexxxx in general! enjoyyyy~

♡ douma x succubus! reader

♡ check out the Muzan version!

Urban legends. Some are exaggerated and told just to spook people out, however some are real. There's been tales of a woman so beautiful that she could make a man or woman do anything for her in a blink of an eye. She doesn't pick her victims, her victims pick her. Once she's invited into your space she won't leave you alone.

Being the leader of this "Religion" he's heard his fair share of nonsense, discarding the stories the cult members tell him and writing them off as nonsense. However, once members of his cult started thinning out he knew something was up. He was selective of who he ate and when he decided to eat them. It was no way that they were able to escape his clutches because he would've easily caught them. However each day more and more members started to disappear. It started with a man, he couldn't care less about the men of the cult. One man turned into three and suddenly a woman disappeared. He was fond of the women in his cult, they made the perfect meals. Bodies pumped with nutrients ready to devour, extra fat being store in a way that was impossible for a man to carry. A week later about 8 men and 4 women went missing. How could they slip away right under his nose? Thats when he drew the final stray.

Douma paced around his room scratching his head trying to come up with an idea. There was no way a lower rank demon was stupid enough to come poking around his territory. How could someone be so stupid? It wasn't until a slight thud pulled him out of his thought. Sliding his room door, he walked down the long dark hallway until a thud was heard once more. The thud was farther than what it seemed, if it wasn't for him being a demon he couldn't have heard it at all. Eventually, he made his way to a dark door. The "prayer room" that the member of the cult used to pray to him. With a raised eyebrow, he pushed the door open a lowly lit flame being the only light in the room revealed two silhouettes. There laid a male member of his cult laying on his back a shadow on top of him, his face and body thin as a chamomile flower face being gripped by a pair of feminine hands long reddish black nails leaving indents on his face. Douma watched in curiosity as the lips of the woman pulled away from the man, letting him go as his body fell to the floor body disintegrating into dust.

"My my I have never came across something so interesting!" He clapped his hands as the woman turned to face him, the poorly lit room only showing his glowing eyes. "You must be the one who's causing all my beloved followers to disappear! We can't have that happening, oh no we can't." he pressed his hands together holding a fan tightly in his right hand. "Now, tell me who you" within a nano second he was face to face with a woman. She had (long/short curly/straight) hair, shining (eye color) eyes analyzing his face . Pulling her out of her thought, she felt a strong tug on her tail causing her to let out a whimper as his hand held a tight grip on tail as she tried to pull away. "Ah! I know what you are! All my years and I've never came across one before. What are the odds that one would fall right into my web!" He tugged at her tail once more watching as she let out a whimper once more face becoming more flushed. "I was beginning to think they never existed, but here you are proving me wrong! Now how did you get here?" he brought his face closer to your gripping your chin, nails pressing slightly into your face staring deeply in your eyes. Never had you ever seen a man with such captivating eyes. "Manifestation" were the first words you spoke. He tilted his head slightly, signaling more detail. "The people of the cult manifested me here, I gave them what they wanted in return I devoured their souls". He hummed to himself, "To think that some of the cult members had the ability to summon a merely sex demon how odd..." He released your face from the grasp a slight drop of blood leaving one of the indents. Never in 100 years had someone ever had the ability to draw blood from you. You felt him grip your wrist just tight enough to bruise it before he began yanking you down a long hall. You knew he possessed the power to move quicker, he just wanted to drag things out for your discomfort. The walk felt like forever. He took his free hand sliding open a door before tossing you onto the floor.

He walked over to a purple plush seat crossing his legs, propping his arm onto his legs face in hand. "Now give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here." he smiled. It was unnerving, for the first time in your life you felt genuine discomfort. The way he smiled, his rainbow glowing eyes in the partially lit room, the faint smell of blood that someone only of certain origin could pick up on. Your throat felt dry, words would come up, you couldn't think. "I didn't know a demon inhabited this place, every time I was here I couldn't sense you here. It was only a few people I devoured....I can repay you" your nails tapped nervously at the wooden floor. "I don't care about the men you ate, but the women...my precious women. So plump, so fully, and so juicy begging to be eater. Four, you are four of my best women. You're a woman yourself so what's stopping me from eating you." he smiled once more in that taunting smile. "I can bring you more women, with my abilities I can make every women follow your every way." you stuttered trying to negotiate your life with the higher rank demon. You've never encountered demons like this, you inhabit another realm one made of your kind. You manifest in the presence of lonely men or women looking for a way to get off only to get devoured by the thing they craved the most. "Once chance. I'll give you once chance, and if your screen up...you'll be the first thing that I devour!" the clapped his hand's together. "Now, come here." he demanded eyes never leaving yours. You began to stand up only for a gust of cool wind to blow you back down, "Crawl".

Your knees met the hard wooden floor, crawling slowly as your tail snaked behind you lifting the skirt you had been wearing. Once you were to his feet, he made a "come here" motion with his fingers allowing his legs to fall to your side. He gripped your face once more, "Show me what you can do". Releasing your face he sunk back comfortably into his seat hands behind his head staring down at you. Your fingers were quick to make way to the belt that were holding his pants up, fumbling quickly you discarded the belt allowing your hands to slid into to the band of his pants. Your hands were quick to locate his harden dick, tip leaking pre-cum as your swiped your thumb over its head. He shook down his pants allowing for his dick to swing free. Gathering the saliva in your mouth, you spit onto the head taking your right hand to cover the shaft with enough lubricant to allow your hands to move freely up and down. Once you found a comfortable pace, you placed your mouth on the tip of his dick long tongue sliding along the shaft as you sucked on the dead. He let out a deep groan, bucking into your mouth causing you to take him even deeper. "Just like that I know you're trained for this, I know you can do much better than this" he teased. You pooled even more saliva, sucking from the tip saliva dripping down to the base. Your tail snaked from behind you, twisting around his shaft as you licked striped up and down his shaft. Making way back to the head you sucked his deeper, hallowing your jaws as popping sounds filled the room. You felt him twitch in your mouth as he took his hand and pushed you down more. "You suck me so well, taking me so deep in your throat" he moaned his hands petting your hair. With a few more twist and a final suck you felt wam liquid flood your mouth. If it wasn't for your abilities you would've passed out from oxygen loss minutes ago. He let out a loud moan, hands smoothing out your hair in the progress. Once his hands were off your head, you uncoiled your tail from his shaft and pulled your head up a trail of thick saliva connecting from your swollen lips to the head of his dick.

"Don't think we're done just yet we still have some more playing to do!" Within a second he had you pinned under him your hands were held together by one of his hands and the second nudged your legs apart. His sharp nails trailed along your legs until the met the hem of your skirt. Feeling underneath he was met with your naked cunt, leaking begging to be filled. His finger danced along your slit rubbing up and down collecting the wetness that pooled rubbing harsh fast circle onto your clit. Your legs twitched eagerly on each side of his hip, back arching moans begging to slip past your lips. "Don't hold back let me hear how good i'm making you feel" He pushed two fingers into your cunt moving them in and out causing you to let out a loud moan. "This just won't do, this isn't about you it's about me!" he removed his fingers shoving them into your mouth as your long tongue slithered around them licking them clean. You felt a quick poke, feeling him rub his dick up and down your slick collecting your juices before pushing roughly inside. His thrust was rough, sharp and fast. He placed your legs on top of his shoulders pushing them closer to your stomach allowing for him to push himself deeper inside. The room filled with the sounds of his skin slapping you followed by the squelching of your wet cunt squeezing around his dick. "You take me so well, the way your squeezing around me its like you were made for me! So wet, it's impossible to pull out not like you'd want me to anyway~" he moaned hands gripping your hips even tighter nails digging into your hips drawing slight blood. Your legs trembled feeling yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

He slowed his pace down causing you to let out a whine feeling your orgasm slowly fade away. He dropped your legs, pulling out making you while once more pussy clenching around nothing. He flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling you up before slamming back into you once more. You arched you back face sliding onto the cold floor, feeling his stuff you once more. "Such a good girl for me, letting a bigger bad demon fuck you relentlessly. I should make mark this cunt as my own so any other demon that fucks you will know that you're my territory, that I own you forever and ever." He felt you clench down at the dirty words he was spewing. You moaned feeling his balls slap at your clip pushing you closer to your edge. "Who does this cunt belong to?" his speed intensified. He smashed your ass harshly leaving a red/purple print unsatisfied with your lack of an answer. "Im not going to ask you again dear, who does this cunt belong to? Your one and only right" and leaned over into your ear causing him to slide in deeper. "Y-You my Lord. It belongs to you" you stuttered losing the ability to think with each minute. "What belong to me?" he teased thrust getting more jagged. "My pussy it belongs to you" you moaned out hands fisting a bunch of nothing on the floor. "Tell me how bad you want it, that you want me to fill you up like the lowly whore that you are." he pressed into your back pulling out watching the creamy white ring that formed around his dick before smelling back in. "I want it bad, I want you to fill me up with your cum. I want you to fill me to the brim" you moaned out hands slapping the floor in pleasure, tears swelling from your eyes. "Beg for it, beg for my cum" he grinned feeling himself reaching his own climax. "I want your cum, please cum inside I want you to cum inside me please my Lord." His hips stuttered rolling slight circle felling his warm seed release inside of your spongy walls as your own climax fought agains his a mixture of his cum and yours spilling out of your damaged hole. He watched as he pulled out the overflow of cum that leaked from within, any normal human couldn't produce that much whatsoever. Your puffy cunt all battered and bruised from being fucked so hard twitched as it made contact with the cool air. He wasn't done yet.

He sat onto the floor dick hardened once more, he was quick to pull you from the floor placing you over his dick cum still spilling from the inside of your swollen cunt. With a quick you once found yourself stuffed again. Your eyes swelled with tears as the feeling was too much, your body was overly sensitive. He wrapped his arms around your upper body, placing you in a tight hug your chest to his as he moved you slowly yet harshly up and down. You groaned into his collarbone feeling another orgasm rush due to your over sensitivity. "Don't tell me you're about to come already" he teased moving you at a fast pace slamming you up and down his shaft. With one final groan, he slammed you down a final time filling you up with cum once more. Your legs felt like jelly, your cunt was sore as it was stuffed with his warm seed once more. "I had fun playing with you today" he said bypassing the final moans that you let out. "It's a shame you were too good, I would be let you live." your body jumped with alert. Danger. Your body sensed danger. Your arms pressed against his chest attempting to get yourself off him. Your attempts were no good, your legs attempted to push off however with every push you have he pulled you down even harder. Never in your life had you ever been manipulated. Thing's we're suppose to end like this. You slowly felt your vision start to fade to black as you felt him tighten the grip he had on you. "You did better than any other woman I've been with, but thats expected from succubi. Maybe the master could bring you back for me, that's what I'll do I'll ask him! Don't worry your pretty little head this isn't the end for you this is only the beginning." Your limbs thrashed agains him attempting to free yourself from his grasp. "Shhh you'll be back soon, trust me. Once I have the master bring you back, you'll be by my side forever. I won't let anyone else have you" His words faded out as your vison faded to black completely filling in any light patches you had. Was this the end? Your body went limp, and before you knew it you had no more thoughts.

[nemuroi]

DOUMA

Kimetsu no Yaiba — Ep. 01 (S03).

[asuyaka]

★ - um... hi! I'm not dead, haha!! I bring you my Demon Slayer OC x Douma because I love him!

☆ - Douma x OC (Haruki).

Haruki sniffles wetly, curled in the sheets of his beloved with his yukata sliding off his shoulders.

Months. His husband has been gone for months with no letter or word of his well-being. He’s worried. Worried out of his mind because he wants his Lord back. The scent from his futon is fading, and there are only so many clothes his Lord allowed him to touch.

Haruki feels like crying.

“My Lord…” He mumbles into the night sky, curling deeper into his husband’s haori and inhaling the scent. Heavens, he misses him.

Haruki doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he thinks he’s dreaming when he feels someone brush his hair out of his face. “...my lord?” His grey eyes widen when he feels the cold hand of his lover glide across his exposed collarbone. “Oh, you sweet thing. Did I leave you unattended for too long, little pet?”

It feels like heaven when His Majesty’s hand unclaps his eyepatch bearing the scar Haruki deems ugly. His Lord’s expression shifts into something that makes Haruki’s stomach twist. “You’re crying, Haruki? Why are you crying, my pet?”

Haruki’s knees go weak when he hears his name fall from His Lord’s lips. He shakes his head because he genuinely doesn’t know, too busy rubbing his face against His Lord’s palm. “I m-missed you, My Lord…” A smile forms on His Lord’s face as he squats to be eye level with his lover. “Did you? Is that why you’re in my quarters instead of yours with my clothes scattered everywhere?”

Haruki’s entire body trembles when he feels a kiss on his cheek, grey eyes never leaving his husband’s rainbow ones. “Poor thing, did you miss me that much?” Haruki can’t answer when he feels cold hands trailing over his exposed collarbone. “It’s alright, sweet thing. I’m here now.” Douma lifts Haruki’s chin slightly to kiss a trail down his neck. “I missed you, too, for what it’s worth.” His Lord huffs a breath into his skin, and Haruki can’t suppress the noise he makes. Instinctively, the human wraps his arms around his husband’s neck and inhales his scent, relishing the way his Lord’s fangs slightly caress his bare skin, threatening to break the skin and draw blood.

“M-My lord…” Haruki sniffles, “I-I missed y-you— I-I love you—” Douma shushes him by smushing his cheeks together, tutting and shaking his head. “It was so boring without you, my pet. The Kizuki are always cooped up with whatever the demon slayers are doing, so I never have a chance to spend time with you.” His Majesty rolls his eyes at the mention of his coworkers, though he keeps his hands busy by splaying them across Haruki’s abdomen and pushing him down on the futon. “I have an idea,” he says, straddling his lover and removing the clothes on Haruki’s torso. “What if you stay here and listen to my followers' woes with me? If you beg me well enough, I’ll even let you wear my hat while you sit in my lap.” Douma listens to his husband’s mewls as he bites a bit above his collarbone, hard enough to draw blood.

Haruki all but whines. “My l-lord, haah, My l-lord please— I l-love it, l-love you—”

“Aht, aht, little pet.” His husband uses his thumb to wipe a smear of blood from Haruki’s pale skin and licks the spot clean. “You wouldn’t want the priests to get upset for defiling my chambers, would you?”

Grey eyes well up with tears as he shakes his head, biting his lip to keep the noises at bay. “No, m-my Lord. I-I’ll be good,” Haruki’s Adam’s apple bobs as his breathing stutters. “I w-wanna be good.”

Douma’s nails scratch his torso, hard enough to leave marks. “That’s a good husband.”

[pastelrotdoll]

You wanted requests so.. how about Kokushibo x reader? Reader could be a humble farmer but really good with a scythe and actually manages to fight off a bunch of weaker demons that attack him/her during a late night at the field. Reader manages to catch the eye of the upper moon 1 and is absolutely terrified but has the "just my luck & guess we shall fight now"-attitude. You can decide where you take it from there xD

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𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚘 𝚡 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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Love the request and the idea anon! Tw: Blood mentions, choking (light), stalking

Your safe haven was a secluded farm, nestled cozily between the mountains.

Beside it were a village, which had long attracted some popularity because of a scandal of twins with one born with a hideous mark on his forehead, and the other becoming a demon.

However you had merely accepted that as a myth, a rumour and a fairy tale, not caring enough about the hushed whispers of the travelers that stopped by the tavern beside your farm, or about any mythical demonic creatures. You were sure they didn't exist.

Your farm was large enough to feed you, and to make ends meet. You worked efficiently there and your most prized possession was a scythe gifted by your late father.

Its blade and the way it shed everyweed in its path when you swung enthralled you. This caused you to often to practice fighting with it, often slicing up entire trees which made gathering wood a thousand times easier.

Walks late in your farm were common. You liked the moon, you liked the crisp air, the way the cicadas buzzed; and your farm needed someone to stay watch on incase of any threat , however since you did not have enough money to hire a watchman, you had to take on this task by yourself.

You poor thing not knowing you were being stalked.

Kokushibo had taken a special interest in you. He never knew what intrigued him so much about a mere farmer like you. Yet he always came back to you ,drawn as the waves are drawn to the moon.

Perhaps it was your talent in your skill in swinging the scythe, perhaps it was your willingness to learn and grow stronger, which reminded of him of those bittersweet times as Mitchikatsu.

Maybe it was the village he had grown up in, all of his remnants scattered around the edges of his memories, and he came back again and again to the village, every night, craving an invisible connection that he had broken.

He stayed restless, always lurking in the dark, until he spotted you, wondering what a human was doing such late at night. He was piqued, only for entertainment and simple, he amused himself at first, only watching you to satisfy his curiosity.

But over the time he somehow grew upon you, he could not help but smile when you did, your face lighting up like a gentle firefly. He could not help but crave the gentle way you caressed the plants and loved them dearly, to love him that way too.

He did not understand this. Did not understand his secretive relationship with you. If this was a relationship at all.

You were again taking a sweep around your farm. Looking out for any invaders or theives. Somehow you couldnt shake off the uncanny feeling of being watched for months now. However tonight it was more perceptible. There was a terrible gut feeling. Was it all a premonition? You looked around your farm. The wheat was still, however something was wrong. You realized it when all the cicadas were silent. Taking another look around, you shook your head. "Your just being paranoid. Its all clea"-THUD!

You fell to the ground hastily scrambling as your scythe sliced a demon apart. Its ugly torso was separated from it's legs however it regenerated.

Kokushibo merely watched. He will interven if necessary. He trusted you enough that you could handle yourself with one demon. (How odd I thought he trusted nobody)

You fought the thing off, butchering it until it's blood lay thick on your blade and it slowly turned to ashes.

You had swung your scythe until your arms could fall off. It was like an extension of your arms.

When three more demons attacked.

With a rush of adrenaline, you whipped up your scythe, the blade glinting in the moonlight , and jumped aside as one hurled itself on you. Taking another blow you cut off the things arms and legs, the other demon creeped from behind, and while your back was at him, it attacked. You cut down two of them, the third was about to kill you, aiming at the neck.

I guess he had to intervene.

SHHNG! You turned around. The demons head was lopped of in the blink of an eye and out stood towering another demon.

He exuded an impenetrable aura, a katana with eyes was fastened to his side, his hand never leaving the handle. He was profound, majestic even. His six eyes, with sclera as red as blood and golden irises, bore into your soul. Suddenly the pressure you felt was immeasurable, however you gritted your teeth, spat out a tooth broken in the fight and gritted your teeth, tightening your knuckles around the handle of your scythe.

Fear so palpable had overcome you. You couldnt stop shaking and your hands burned from clutching your scythe so tight. Hair stood up on the back of your neck. You had never confronted true fear until now. Never felt such a sense of doom until now. Fear.

"I must say, the way you fought those demons was impressive." His face was impassive while talking.

He didn't know why he was talking. Why he was so concerned about a human who he could destroy with batting an eyelash. Why he kept thinking of this human. Why he kept coming back. Why he kept talking.

"I never truly thought you had the will of a warrior. However you show potential" Maybe he could find a way of keeping you his.

The idea amused him, of toying with you. Was this his way of forging any relationships to fill the void of any love he had felt? He did not care for his wife or children. He had left them to become this demon. Why was he trying now?

"I will give you my blood to become a demon. If Master accepts and you prove yourself to be worthy, then maybe he will accept you into the Twelve Kizuki."

You struggled to maintain composure. What was he talking about? Blood? Master? Twelve Kizuki? You had to act. Had to do something. You raised your scythe-

In the blink of an eye, you got slammed into a nearby tree. He was choking you, holding you by your neck. Not enough to kill you, just so to constrict your voice. You struggled, kicking legs. The scythe flopped down onto the grass below. He blinked all of his six eyes at you at the same time.

Your eyes roamed over his face. It was beautiful truly, in an abhorrent, terrible way. His multiple eyes would make you feel like glass, his hair hair was black with red tips. He wore a purple and black, hexagonal patterned Kimono and hakama pants. But the most glaring, eye catching factor of him that accentuated his enigmatic looks were the words Upper One (Jogen Ichi).

"Such hasty decisions will always make you fall. Ah your are bleeding. I will stop your bleeding. Humans are so fragile. However... if you bleed to death... or if his lordship doesn't approve of you... and you die... then death was always your fate. In that case... you were no greater a man than that. Don't you... agree?"

"What...are...you...talking about" you hissed through your teeth. You had to fight him. Protect yourself in whatever cause. You kept wriggling, much to his amusements, all of your efforts futile "I won't.....let you....do anything to me!" you croaked as his hand tightened around your throat. He seemed to be playing with you, like a cat to a flailing baby bird.

Kokushibos eyes narrowed, he stayed silent until he let out his grip and let you flop on the grass floor below with a dull thud.

He will let you run, for now.

He hated to see the fear and contempt in your eyes. Hated to be the cause of your distress. He will change that.

You will become his demon, whether you liked it or not. He will keep you, he will take care of you, he will do anything, just to understand.

Be ready, little fledgling, you will not escape.

[truskawaofficial]

Thunder AU — Gyomei → Douma

[rumors-from-yuukaku]