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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)
I made this and it flopped so bad on TikTok, pls do me justice
This is how I imagine Kanao calling out douma FRAUD
Shinobu, Doma and Kanae manga panel coloring
douma 🌈
‘ WORSHIP IT JUST LIKE THAT !! ,
Douma. uppermoon 2 reacting to how one of his worshippers spoiling him.
> ⸝⸝﹒ warnings. . . explicit language, porn, rough sex, vaginal, gaping, aggressive sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, use of nick names, size kink, praise like, etc etc . . .
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douma gently pressed my head into the pillow and leaned in to murmur in my ear. "A couple more rounds, petal," he said, but it was a phony and hollow vow.
When my body finally loses up on keeping him out, he presses additional weight down onto me while I struggle and writhe, my loud cries going unheard as he feels himself seeping deeper. My stomach hurts as his tip contacts my cervix and then pushes further, smashing it up. He pushes and stretches me open to forcibly fit himself, bullying me while he forces his cock into me like a piece that doesn't quite fit.
My crazy voice made him giggle as I garbled my words, "I'm sorry—Lord douma please, I'm sorry." Sincerely delighted by my meandering, "Petal, why are you sorry?” His voice was low, just above a whipser, nonetheless. “I'm not upset.”
His cock sinks deeper as if to anchor me, pressing down on me even more. In this dark room, the colour of his wild, swirling eyes is almost blinding. "What is the sensation of having your Lord's cock deep within you?"
It's challenging to follow the my thoughts as it began to become fuzzy and mushy as he pulls himself from me, his fullness giving way to the sensation of every vein, ridge, and lump adorning his cock as he glides out. Then he slams into me again, driving his cock balls deep, leaving no trace of his cock visible.
As he starts to rut inside of me, he pushes in again, taking away my ability to think and breathe. He's so stuffed into me that I feel my cunt gape around him, and my jaw dangles widely open, "f-fuuuck,'s so huge. Stretching me so well, Lord douma, hngh," my legs shook as my body trembled and shuddered. With each thrust, my tits and the fat on my body bounce.
He proceeded to drive into me, ensuring that every inch of his cock was completely submerged in my cunt. His thrusts slowed, each one becoming more methodical and less violent. Douma pulled away, leaving me gasping for air and panting profusely. He flipped me over onto my stomach, allowing me time to recover.
Doumas' hands moved over my body, cupping and squeezing my breasts softly. His lips traced kisses down my spine, leaving a path of fire behind them. He lined his cock up with my entrance again, slowly pushing into me. He began to move steadily in and out of me, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts.
"Shit, fuckin' me 's good, mnhp," I gasp as my eyes roll back. I push my hips further back into his waist. I let out a high-pitched moan, the loudest I've ever heard. Doumas' hips moved in an almost hypnotic cadence, and his cock glided in and out of my body with acute precision.
When I heard the door knock, my eyes widened and I moved my arm behind my back, pressing it against his thigh to signal him to stop moving. Doumas' thrusts ended in a low blow. As he looked at the door, he made a little noise and whispered, "huh?” . . . "Yes?" He speaks in a higher tone, "Lord Douma," the man said.
During the phrase, Douma looks back at me and leans down. He moves his hips away from my ass and buries his cock deep to the base. I appear like a doll in his hands, his cock expanding my stomach slightly as it twitches inside me. I yelp and let out a half-moan before Douma places his hand over my mouth, covering the lower part of my face, whole. “Shhhh”, he closes his eyes as his brows will draw down and together ever so slightly with a nervous smile.
His other hand moves close to his face, his index pointing up as it presses against his lips. “It’s rude to make noises when two people are talking”, he spoke in a low tone, barely above a whisper. "The followers are here." A voice echos at the other side the door from the same man.
"Tell them I'll be finished in a few. ‘m dealing with somethin’ else right now!" he said with a smile. How pleased he was. I lean forward, attempting to squirm free from his grasp.
"Girl, nuhuh. Get back here," he urges, as I lay flat on my stomach, his two large hands pressing into the small hump on my back. He presses my body onto his cock. I pushed it deeper into my tight, strained hole. I let out a strained sigh as his pelvis pressed against mine. As he stretched me even more. I could feel the intoxicating taste of saliva pooling in my mouth, eager to be released—his girth always left me speechless.
I was speechless till I could only utter crying whimpers. "Come on! Have more energy! It's not everyday you get dicked down like this for free by me; you’re going to have to take every inch," and he growls, cocking his forehead. As I’m simply stammering the same inaudible moans. He hits every point, and your thighs shake as his big dick jackhammers into every gummy orifice.
His grip my hips tighten as his nail dug into my flesh and pulled me closer to him. arching my back with pleasure and a hint of anguish. I maintained a steady rhythm while closing my eyes to focus on the sound of his cock sliding into my wetness. His member slammed against my sensitive regions, sending waves of pleasure and pain through my body.
I should and could have yelled as he thrust me till his dick was no longer visible. He hit the same spot maybe twice in a second with no buildup, but I ran out of energy. He immediately traded speed for power. I gave a meaningless, sexual wheeze.
He released one of my hands and grabbed my hair, gently pulling it to keep me in position. "That's right; take every inch of me. "I need to see how far I can go into that quivering pussy." His thrusts became faster and more violent, and he enjoyed the sensations.
"You're so tight, I can barely pull out, it’s like your cunt doesn’t want me to pull out!" He pounded me fiercely, and my moans filled the room. "Fuck, you feel so good around my cock." He begins to thrust faster, his hips crashing into my ass, my pussy taking up his full length. My body writhes beneath him, and my cries become increasingly urgent. I claws at the blankets, shredding the fabric.
He thrusts hard once he's certain his bond has been established, feeling me so much deeper in his soul as he drags his cock out nearly all the way. "It's like your little hole misses me already," he says, watching me flutter around his tip as if to tell him I don't want him to leave. "Tell me, petal," he slides back inside, startling me awake as I stare incredulously down at the point where you two link.
The slick sounds of him slipping into my sticky, wet, entrance haunt as i whine, my hands sinking into fine silk as i struggle to get away. "How does it feel to be fucked by your lord? Praise my cock and how good it’s making you feel." I gasp, pulling at the covers as he takes up.
I shudder, tearing at the covers as he quickens his tempo, balls slamming into my ass as he begins to actually fuck me. Huge cock working into a frenzy while I shriek. He gropes my breasts once more before pulling out. The sudden empty feeling made me whine, he grabs me by the hip and leg before pulling me down a bit, flipping me over onto my back.
I felt his cock enter gently, inch by sensational inch; the sensation of every vein and detail of his cock was incredible; a groan from my lips, my back arching slightly to ease it in, craving more of that feeling. He held my legs spread, seeing his cock disappear within my pussy and how I swallowed him in so hard that his eyes rolled back.
"You did it, pretty girl, look at you," he says, taking one hand off my hip to press on my belly, causing my eyes to widen and roll back as I whine. "You got every inch of me in this adorable cunt, didn't you? You're such a good girl, right?" I fake a nod, attempting to cope with the pain.
“I can’t take it no more, Lord douma-”, I groan in a high pitched voice.
I moan aloud, unable to endure the pressure on my abdomen anymore. I start clenching on his huge cock. Brushing my hair away from my face and grasping my jaw to catch my attention.
"Come on, i know you can, i know how good i make you feel." His comments drove me wild. Douma had me focus on him as he hammered into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my skull, and douma made my breathing even more limited. "You look so pretty with your eyes in the back of your head."
“I can't...”I take a whining breath and say, "I can’t handle it anymore, L-Lord douma, hngh" I moan loudly again, having never felt my g-spot struck at such a high rate of pressure, looking down to watch my stomach form a bump with every thrust. My mind was so overloaded that I gave up, My lips makes whatever sounds it has to, while my hands grasp his shoulders.
He licks his lips in satisfaction as he exclaims, "There's my pretty girl's face." Douma takes great joy in watching my eyes roll into the back of my skull when our bodies collided. When Douma feels me clench around him, he slows down.
how lewd he is,
"Hnnn," he grunts, picking up his pace and groaning. After what seems like an eternity, he suddenly becomes more jagged with his blows.
It comes out in slow, listless spurts, with Douma's eyes half-lidded and grumbling. I could almost hear him grumble as his fangs dug deep into my neck. A tongue of his tracks on my skin as he pours such large volumes into my womb. "Lordddd," I huffed. I was throbbing; everything felt so heated within. Feverish breaths aerate at the outer lobe of my ear before he nibbles on it, doing anything to distract himself from his sensitive state. "'s much, s’too much, Lord D-Douma"
"Keep it all in," he groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck. It's still trickling into the sticky walls, and I'm absorbing it all up. "hngh," he grumbles, silky gobbets of seed trickling into my clenched pussy. It's so sticky that the material sticks to his thighs when he attempts to pull himself out of me. Douma glances down with a lustful expression, seeing how the cum was dripping out.
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The Shadow Of Vengeance
𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ
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In the moonlit ruins of an ancient temple, where crumbling stone pillars cast long shadows across the frost-kissed ground, Y/N L/N stood face-to-face with the demon Douma, her Hashira instincts honed by years of relentless battles against the night. The air was thick with tension, the weight of unspoken horrors hanging between them as she gathered her resolve.
Y/N's breath came in sharp, controlled bursts, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her sword as she glared at the creature before her. Douma, with his ethereal platinum blonde hair cascading like liquid silver over his shoulders and his rainbow eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of curiosity and malice, tilted his head slightly, as if her presence were nothing more than a mild amusement. She had tracked him here, to this forsaken place on the edge of the mountains, driven by whispers of his atrocities—innocent women devoured, all under the guise of his twisted benevolence. "Go on," he sighed, his voice smooth and almost melodic, betraying no hint of the monster he truly was. "You said you had something to say, so say it."
The words ignited a fire in Y/N's chest, a blaze fueled by the memories of those he had destroyed, including comrades she had lost to his kind. "I'm going to kill you," she growled, her voice low and fierce, echoing off the cold stones as she stepped forward, her blade glinting in the pale light. She meant every syllable, her body coiled like a spring ready to unleash the full force of her training, the Hashira mark on her arm pulsing with barely contained energy. Douma's eyes widened just a fraction, not in fear, but in that same bemused delight that made her skin crawl, as if her threat were a game he was eager to play.
He leaned forward slightly, his movements graceful and unnaturally fluid, like a predator toying with its prey. "Kill me?" he echoed, his tone laced with genuine intrigue, a soft giggle bubbling up from his throat that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. She could see the madness in his rainbow eyes, a swirling vortex of colors that reflected the chaos he embodied, and it only fueled her rage. "For everything you've done," she yelled, her voice rising to cut through the night, "everything you plan to do, everything you've even considered." The words poured out like venom, each one a strike aimed at his core, her mind flashing to the reports of his feasts, the families he'd torn apart with that deceptive smile of his. She refused to let him dismiss her, not when the blood of the innocent stained his hands.
Douma's giggle escalated into a full laugh, light and tinkling, as if her declaration were the most entertaining jest he'd heard in centuries. "Oh, how exciting! Tell me more," he purred, straightening up with a flourish of his ornate robes, the fabric whispering against the rubble-strewn floor. Y/N felt a surge of disgust mixed with adrenaline; this demon wasn't just a killer, he was a performer, reveling in the drama of their encounter. She circled him slowly, her sword held at the ready, the air between them crackling with potential violence. His platinum hair caught the moonlight, giving him an almost angelic appearance that belied the darkness within, and she wondered how many had fallen for that facade before meeting their end.
As the silence stretched, Y/N's thoughts raced. She had faced demons before, but none like him—Upper Moon 2, a title that spoke of unparalleled power and cunning. Her heart pounded, not from fear, but from the certainty that this confrontation could be her last, yet she pushed forward, driven by a duty that defined her very existence. Douma watched her with those hypnotic eyes, his expression shifting to one of mock admiration, as if he were appraising a rare artifact. "You Hashira are always so passionate," he mused, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's almost endearing, the way you cling to your morals while the world crumbles around you."
Y/N didn't respond immediately, using the moment to assess him. His body language was relaxed, almost lazy, but she knew better; demons like him could strike with blinding speed. She shifted her stance, the gravel crunching under her boots, and felt the familiar weight of her weapon grounding her. "Endearing?" she spat, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "You're the one playing games while people suffer. I'm not here for your entertainment." Her words hung in the air, a challenge that made Douma's smile widen, revealing a flash of sharp teeth that gleamed like polished ivory.
He took a step closer, the distance between them narrowing to a dangerous proximity, and Y/N tensed, ready to strike. "Oh, but you are," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "After all, what's a good story without a little conflict? Tell me, what drives you so fiercely? Is it revenge, or something deeper?" His question probed at her resolve, trying to unravel her composure, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Instead, she lunged forward, her sword slicing through the air in a swift arc, testing his reflexes. Douma dodged with effortless grace, his laughter ringing out again, but there was a glint in his eyes now—a hint of the predator awakening.
The temple's shadows seemed to deepen around them as they circled each other, the confrontation escalating into a deadly dance. Y/N's mind was a whirlwind of strategy and emotion, every fiber of her being focused on ending this threat once and for all. Douma, ever the enigma, continued to taunt her, his words weaving a web of provocation that she had to navigate carefully. Yet beneath his playful exterior, she sensed a growing intensity, as if he were finally taking her seriously, and that realization only heightened the stakes of their encounter.
As the first hints of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a faint glow through the broken roof, Y/N knew this was just the beginning of their clash, a prelude to the chaos that would unfold. She steadied her breath, her determination unyielding, ready to press her advantage and force him into a corner.
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