#💌douma for you💌

[shinixgami]

Happy Birthday Sky @upperranktwo ☆

[mysicklove]

I wish women would help me bully Douma. He’d cum

-Douma simp

DOUMA SIMP TRWDIUHWQAS{DH UR BAVCK I MSI ED XU SO MUCH

[slutsssphobia]

"I don't care if you don't love me back. You're still mine" with Doma and a rebellious reader (please, and thank you so much <3)

Omfgg I love this smm!! 🔪💌

"(y/n)! Dear!" He called out to you but you didn't answer back. "(Y/n)?" He called out once more but the same as before no response. "(Y/n) I'm not in the mood for games right now. Come out now." His tone became more serious. But of course you didn't care you hated the guy. He killed your closest friends and family. You hated him with everything you had in you, you hid from him and usually would hang out in his personal hot spring.

You were drying off but you were interrupted as the door flung open you were startled when he came towards you. Each step made you shudder, "I called you.. and this is what I walk into?" "Are you breaking my rules?" "No douma i-" smack! He slapped you and held your neck close to the wall. "What did I tell you!" He pushed your head harsher against the wall. "I'm not gonna listen to you!" You spat out struggling to get out of his deadly grip, "you know better. I shouldn't have put my expectations high I know a whore like you wouldn't obey a simple rule" he raised his fan and fanned himself. "What did you just call me?!" You smacked his chest and punched him lightly.

He caught your hand and squeezed it tightly. "Don't hit your master darling. . . " He grinned and lowered down to your ear. "Or I'll have to punish you~" he then removed his clothing and stepped into the hot spring awaiting your arrival. You blushed and hopped into the hot spring still mad at douma.

NSFW CUT^

When you got into the pool douma massaged your shoulders and kissed down your neck. You thought nothing of it and relaxed but something poked your back it was very hard but soft.. you raised you back and looked behind you just to see douma with his eyes closed and his teeth biting his lip. You relaxed back down which made him moan. You tensed up and moved up once more, douma wrapped his muscular arms around your waist and spread your lips with his cock. "Douma!" You whispered blushing intensely, he only raised his eye just a bit and chuckled. "Ok ok you got me.." he let go of your waist but you wrapped your arms around his neck and smirked.

"wanna play? Let's play then!" You slammed yourself on his cock which made him moan out loud. "Shut it you'll get us caught. Unless the slut wants to be heard and caught" "is that what you want slut?" You smacked his face and continued riding him. A lady wearing a white kimono knocked on the door, "Lord founder douma! Are you there?" The lady asked. You smacked him once more. "Answer the door" you smirked as he groaned. "Yes what do you need my p-presence for?" He trembled as you got faster riding him.

"I need to ask are you already getting a massage from Lady (name)?" The lady asked. "Yes it's Very enjoyable~" "now, if I want to enjoy it more you must leave your dismissed" douma blushed as you licked your lips. "Of course Lord founder douma!" The lady scurried away as douma moaned once more.

"good slut.."

"But we're not done~"

[cupido-inamorati]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖🩷

Greetings lovebirds!

I am haute lover bringer of love! I moved from italy to america and started a club business where ive met such lovely people!❤️

I am a Cupid who wants nothing but to see love rule all! 💘

Ive made such lovely friends during my time in my club! But the best of all i met mr snowflakes aka douma <333 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

I look foward to chatting you all lovebirds! 💌

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(This is @fiorefiorellina please be respectful this is a blog dedicated to my oc haute lover and to have fun interacting as her i hope you enjoy ❤️)

(I am an independent roleplayer and multi fandom oc's and canon characters of any media are welcome!)

(Some of hautes lore while figured out in some areas is still not complete and some ideas i had for her may be changed )

am 26 so minors please do NOT interact please!)

[upperranktwo]

Pass the happy! 💌 When you get, this reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 more people! Get sending 💖✨

Cold/rainy/stormy weather

Family & my pets ♡

Douma (and kny in general)

Tea

Being wrapped up and cozy in bed

[getoswhore]

Douma is definitely a sadistic, delusional, and clingy yandere he always wants his s/o to be with him at all times and genuinely believes she needs him no matter how many times she pushes away when he tries to kiss her or hold her he still thinks she actually loves him deep down but doesn’t know how to express her feelings he won’t even get mad either he’ll laugh it off and kiss her cheek rambling to her about how much she loves her <3

☰ ft : yan! douma x f! reader

cw/tw : pwp + dark content, dub con ‘cause douma is impatient, greedy, and mean, dacryphilia, manipulation.

“see, you love me, even your pussy won't deny that.” douma presses hard, his hips smothering against yours till the fat of his cock bullies through your gummy walls, spreading your poor little cunt wide till it swallows him full.

you could only let out small hiccups and soft squeaks at the heavy feel of his cock ravenging your poor insides. and douma huffs heavily, growing impatient quickly at the long-awaited wait to finally hear those words falter from your lips, but he holds his temper.

“say it now, darling, no need to hide it anymore, already creaming around me, so just say it.” glacier water eyes gaze over the salted pools swelling at your bottom lashes, and he admires them, taking those soft opals at the tip of his tongue like a gift.

“y/n..” douma whispers low before raising the strong of his hips, feeling the hefty drag of his cock slide out, yet leaving the flushed crown of his tip to tease at your sopping hole, “when will i ever be enough?” your heart sinks at his gentle words, the guilt settling in but the cruel snap of his hips clashing against yours knocks the thought right out of your head.

you swore to yourself not to fall for that pleading twinkle in his eyes again, yet the soft, desperate tone in his voice drags you in, “i give you everything, all of me, yet i still can't hear those simple words.” douma’s cock jerks and twitches, almost popping his needed load deep into your warmth at the droopy look you give him.

“i know you want to, so why wait anymore? you lend me your body but can't say just a few words for me?” it's almost as if he's trying to knock the words out of you at this point, his hips rocking harder into yours, cock pistoning cruelly into you at each rough buck he clashes with.

and all so, the longer you wait to say what he desires, the harder he’ll force it upon you.. he is a demon after all..

[kreiitsuuuu]

💮 UPPER MOONS REACTING TO A GN! READER WHO IS STRONGER THAN THEM + REFUSES TO SPAR

🌸 ANON:: hi i can’t write as well so i can’t do this but can u do the upper three reacting to reader being stronger than them and refuses to spar tyyy if u can 😘😘🍼

💌 A/N:: Sure thing! I'll add in the rest of the upper moons as well for a bonus! :] (Though, not adding Nakime, Hatengu and Gyokko since I seriously have no idea how to write them :[ I'm so sorry..) And I didn't catch you state a gender, so the reader will be gender neutral!

☆ warnings: possible spoilers, mentions of limbs being decapitated, blood, swearing for kaigaku's part

Kokushibo

It's been centuries since he's encountered such a strong being like you, but never did he expect for you to NOT draw your sword and fight.

Rather, you instead, had boldly invited him for tea at your place.

Are you mocking him? Seeing how pathetic and weak he is just because you over power his whole entire being?

Very confused as you just tried to engage in mundane conversation, and simple tasks. Reminds him of a certain someone from long ago.

Had asked if you wanted to become a demon and join the Upper Moons, but to his dismay, you declined immediately.

" Why won't you raise your sword and decapitate my head? Aren't you one of the Demon Slayers? And, you know your strength much proceeds mine. So.. why? " Kokushibo asked as you only continued to pour tea, sitting on the kotatsu with him.

" Simple. I have no intentions to kill nor do you harm. It's up to faith to see what happens now, and I would rather spend this moment together drinking tea. " Proceeding to hand the Upper Moon a cup, you gazed upon his eyes — six of them, all fixated on you.

That's another thing — his strange looks also did not cause you fear, in which the demon took note of quickly as your calm expression stayed the same.

Kokushibo was beyond perplexed as he took a sip of his tea. Needless to say, it's nice to have tranquillity for once in awhile.

" You are a strange yet an interesting being, though, I will not pester you any longer. "

" More tea? "

" ...Perhaps. "

Douma

Is absolutely thrilled to meet you! Like Kokushibo, it's been years since he had met a strong slayer like you!

In one of your hiking sessions, you managed to stumble upon a cult — which lead you to Douma.

But once you declined his invitation to spar and overall stay with him and his cult for just a little while longer, things got a little out of hand as he tried to land a surprise attack from behind.

You leapt out of the way to avoid the attack, twisting your body mid air & swiftly drew your blade out — decapitating his arms in the process.

Douma, on the other hand, was surprisingly struggling to regenerate. But nevertheless, this did not stop him from showering you with compliments as like nothing bad had happened entirely throughout your whole interaction.

" Amazing performance! Please, tell me your name! "

" Y/n. And you are? "

" Call me Douma! "

After he had regenerated his arms back, he'll drag you around and order his servants to fetch you some miscellaneous gifts.

He has never met such a strange slayer like you. Mostly, every member from the Corps would try and kill him immediately as he was an Upper Moon — a great threat to humanity. But here you are, helping some of his servants carry certain objects around his abode and agreeing to eat sweets with him.

Will also offer to make you into a demon, but again, only a ' no ' came out of your mouth.

" Can you stay for awhile longer? Pleaseeee?? You're so fun to be with, and I bet my whole head that Akaza would love to meet you! "

" Please do not bet your head. "

Akaza

He had underestimated you at first, especially since you did not have a battle spirit — which made him think you were weak and not capable on calling yourself one of the Demon Slayers.

But oh boy, does he retract his words.

A being without a battle spirit, can fight in great feats as he could not sense their presence. Not a single will to kill, nor anything had interlaced with their movements. It was like he was fighting a ghost.

If you have not gave him mercy, the Upper Moons will definitely need another place holder for the 3rd spot within the 12 Demon Moons.

Again, you did not want to spar nor inflict any harm — but you had to at least keep yourself intact. Only defending yourself from the fury of attacks he had unleashed.

This had only fuelled his anger even more, as you presented no will to inflict any sort of harm onto him.

" Fight me! Behead me! Unsheath your sword! Why aren't you doing anything?! "

" I have no reason to. "

Upon hearing that answer, Akaza had sworn he saw a fraction of his memories flash beyond his eyes. Making him halt in his attacks to look at your eyes.

" What is your name, strange swordsman? "

" Y/n. And you are? "

" Akaza "

The demon took note of your strength, and yet again, offered you to become a demon — only to decline once more.

You were really strange, and yet refreshing to Akaza. Unlike the other Hashira and Slayers he had passed by and killed during his time on being a demon — you were the only one who exceeds his strength yet refuses to use it against him.

" It's a waste of time. Plus, I believe that someone will come and behead you on their own. " You said, quietly munching on your ohagi as the two of you walked endlessly under the moonlight.

" Before they could even land a blow on me, I'd punch a hole through their stomach first! Let's see who dies the fastest. " Akaza exclaimed, as he raised his fist up into the air, making you chuckle from his actions. Needless to say, he had made a new, yet strange ally that night. He'd like you have your company from time to time on quiet nights like this, even just to waste on mundane day to day activities.

Daki

Not so thrilled to meet you.

Probably just sees you as another hindrance in her way.

Also like Akaza, she had underestimated you as well. Not only did you not draw your sword out, but you had only been swiftly dodging her sashes — not one laying even a scratch on you.

Immensely pissed off as she saw you unharmed, and still standing.

" What's your deal, ugly?! Too scared to use your stupid sword? " Daki's words were interlaced with annoyance and anger as you only kept running away. What's your deal anyways?!

Only then you actually started dashing towards the demon, she picked up an unusual aura around you. One that had her frozen in place as you went closer to send a kick to her stomach, making her face scrunch in pain as she flew away.

" Don't call random people such offending words if you don't know what's coming towards you. "

Your words had burried into her skin, you were terrifying. And the blow you did wasn't even made by a sword yet she felt weak and pathetic.

From what Daki knew, she thought it was going to be another time to call Gyutaro for saving — but you had only helped her up by pulling from her arm.

" ..Apologies, I didn't mean to— "

" DON'T TOUCH ME! Ugh, you're so annoying! "

In reality, she's just very ticked off to the fact that she had been solo-ed by a person who merely even brought out their true potential.

She'll never admit you were more powerful than herself, and will probably just flee after you try to engage in mundane conversation.

" Don't even try to get me to talk! I have no time for people like you! "

I guess there was no chance for you to invite her for mochi.

Gyutaro

Who in the world is beating up his sibling??

He had only come out as his sister was calling him like it was the end of the world. There's no way she's actually struggling to a singular target, right?

Well, if his eyes does not deceive him, he had found Daki struggling to get out of her own sashes that were tied up around her.

There, he spotted a figure in the distance — dusting their hands as their hair waved around with the wind, how their eyes were narrow, and gazed upon the two siblings.

" Hey hey.. you're the one messing up my little sister eh..? You think bullying will do you any good eh? Having good looks and a great life eh?! " Gyutaro wasted no time and threw his sickles, he had targeted straight for your head — but to his surprise, your blade had stopped the both of his weapons and only then to get swinged back to him with speed.

" Sorry. She was causing the children trouble, now will you excuse me, I don't want to initiate in a battle.. "

Were you joking him? Mocking, perhaps? Or maybe even being sarcastic? There's no way he's letting you go after screwing with his little sister — but it seems like you had other plans.

Instead of attacking, you had only kept dodging the attacks he'd been sending out. He knew it was futile to keep fighting, but no way in hell was he letting you off the hook. Or should I say, off the sickle. Help me

Gyutaro had eventually stopped as he saw no point on continuing this never ending battle, sickles back at hand, and you nowhere to be found.

His eyes eventually trailed towards his sister.

However, the sight he had seen had made his eyes dilate in surprise.

You were helping Daki out of the sashes you originally tied her up in, also apologizing in the process.

It was like you were her older sister, but of course, you weren't.

You were just some stranger who had the unfortunate chance on meeting the two them.

" Daki, was it? The name's Y/n, my sincerest apologies for causing you trouble.. you were giving the children a bad time yknow.. "

The female demon only pouted and punched the air as the other upper moon watched their interaction.

If only things were different.

Kaigaku

💌 A/N:: might be a bit self indulgent </3

Don't even get me started, this man already hates your guts as soon as he laid his turquoise eyes on you.

He despises weak people, and your overall aura reminded him of someone he loathes the greatest.

As Kaigaku removed his blade from its sheath, he had immediately took his fighting stance in and leapt towards you. Well he thought he leapt towards you.

His eyes trailed above, as you twisted your body midair — stepping on his back, sending his chin to the ground.

" The fuck is with your shitass moves?! You have a sword! USE IT FOR FUCKS SAKE! DON'T LOOK DOWN ON ME!!! "

Only silence greeted him as the figure before him was picking fresh peaches from the trees. He picked himself off of the ground and started at you intensely.

..What?

Did you just.. completely ignore the fact that you were in the presence of THE Upper Moon 6?

Well, it was only in this moment did he catch wind of your strength. But it didn't make him less angry that he used to be.

Kaigaku was beyond pissed at this point as you even offered him the pink coloured fruit in the palm of your hands, waving it around like it was some toy.

" I don't NEED your sympathy! Fight me like a true slayer and stop slacking off Zenitsu! " The name had accidentally fell out of his mouth.

" I don't believe that's my name? "

The Upper Moon slapped a hand onto his mouth as he mentioned the name, which only made Y/n curiouser every second that has passed.

Only the silence grew more intoxicating, but you decided to break it.

" Hey, peach boy, why'd you turn quiet? Did I say something offensive? "

" Don't call me that. "

Swinging down the tree you were on, and two peaches in hand — you made your way to the boy and handed him one.

Surprisingly, he actually took the fruit and took an aggressive bite whilst leaning on a tree with you. The action made a small chuckle leave your mouth as you bit your peach as well.

The two of you shared a comfortable silence as the both of you had snacked together, as the stars in the pitch black sky lit up the night.

" Kaigaku. "

" Hmm? "

" That's my name, idiot. "

" Oh! Well, I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you in this pleasant night, Kai. "

" For a person stronger than me, you sure are stupid. "

A dramatic gasp left your mouth. " So rude! "

You really need to stop with the nicknames...

As the night was still young, the both of you wasted your time conversing under a peach tree. The Upper Moon might take some time to get used to you and your nickname callings, but at least he knows he is in the presence of a stronger being.

And well.. maybe a presence of a friend if you're lucky enough.

💌 A/N:: HEYYY im sorry if this isn't the best :'( I really tried to write this but I was just too stupid to think something up and I kinda made the writing a bit off compared to my other headcanons and it kinda looks like my planned long scenarios.. well, I hope you guys enjoyed reading anyways! Likes and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

💮 MASTERLIST [#1] | MASTERLIST [#2]

[zasaka-studio]

Masterlist:

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This is the actual official masterlist for my blog, because the first one became so laggy it was almost impossible to complete the overhaul... So bow you have this!!

Request page: 💌📨〜

The amount of request i will take at a time is: 8!

(Send as many as you want! But I'll focus on 8 at a time! Y'all can vote on it too!)

I will get to all of them I'm just gonna go down the line from latest to earliest (can depend on the vote)

So let's go over the codes Kay?

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💌📨〜 = Author stuff / Anon asks

❌ = No longer writing for (character) / can be changed if I feel like it

☕ = My own story/ idea/ post i made myself

✨ = Requested by you guys~

🔞 = NSFW, the violence, harassment, blood/gore type of tag. Or for things that may trigger people, (prob most of my posts)

🔥<3 = Sexual Content

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𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐒 -<3 except Giyu

Rengoku Kyojuro: ➘➘➘

✨Yandere W/ An uninterested S/O

✨🔞Yandere Headcanon's

Uzui Tengen: ➘➘➘

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×

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Shinazugawa Sanemi: ➘➘➘

✨All Mine~

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Iguro Obanai: ➘➘➘

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Kanroji Mitsuri: ➘➘➘

×

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Himejima Gyomei: ➘➘➘

☕ ~Dearest Forever~🔥

☕ je veux ton amour~

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Tokito Muichirou: ➘➘➘

×

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Yoriichi Tsugikuni: ➘➘➘

✨Made in heaven~

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𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓: -<3

Tanjirou Kamado: ➘➘➘

✨Yandere W/ An uninterested S/O

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✨Yandere Headcanon's (Je' Tame)

✨ My Peacock

Zenitsu Agatsuma: ➘➘➘

✨Yandere Headcanon's (Je' Tame)

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Hashibira Inosuke: ➘➘➘

✨Yandere Headcanon's (Je' Tame)

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Kanao: ➘➘➘

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Genya Shinazugawa: ➘➘➘

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𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒: -<3

Kibutsuji Muzan: ➘➘➘

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Kokushibou: ➘➘➘

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Douma: ➘➘➘

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Akaza: ➘➘➘

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Daki: ➘➘➘

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Gyutaro: ➘➘➘

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𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑: -<3

Hotaru Hangenizuka: ➘➘➘

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Nexuko Kamado: ➘➘➘

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[sk3tch404]

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Red indicates fandoms that I am open to doing! But feel free to send in an ask if you'd like!!

UQUIZZES

Which idv male hunter would be YOUR yandere? 💞

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IDENTITY V

Yandere Norton inspired drawing 💙 💞

Yandere hostile Joseph daydream 💜 💙 💞

Yandere Joseph, Antonio, and Wu chang playing Puppet Combo games with Reader head cannons ❤ 💞

Reader besties with another Darling with Yan Naib and Yan Norton ❤💞

Yandere Joseph (Yeah, and the next time you call me a stalker, make sure you put registered in front of it! You wack motherfu-) 💙 🖤 💌💞

Yandere Athlete Squad (- Ganji) (So what do we do?! There's only one thing to do! We have to induce amnesia) 💙 🖤 💌💞

Yandere Aesop with Fem Gyaru! (Kogal) Reader 💜 💙💞

LACF, The Passion Project (Analog Horror Style) 💌💞 (Mainly Norton)

Yandere harem shenanigans (Aesop, Naib, and Norton) 💙💞

Yandere Jack (Ripper) WHEN I FEEL LIKE ROLLING UP IMMA SLIDE IN 💌 🖤💞

Yandere Jack (Ripper) general hcs 💜 ❤💞

Yandere Aesop (general stuff) 💙💞

Yandere male hunters + survs reacting to you asking if they 'like like' you after confessing 🖤 ❤💞

Jpop idol darling concept with Antonio and the Composer 💜 ❤💞

Yandere Norton Hcs 💜 ❤💞

Yandere Jack Thoughts. ❤

Yandere Wu Chang with a Chinese reader from modern day ❤💞

DEMON SLAYER

Yandere Tanjiro with frail Y/n 💜 💙💞

Yandere Inosuke with black Y/n who don't take his shit 💜💙💞

Yandere Tanjiro with distant Y/n who later develops feelings 💜💙💞

Yandere Kokushibo + Wedding attire 💙

Yandere Kokushibo, Akaza, Douma, & Aizetsu sillies 💙

Yandere Rengoku doodle 💙

Yandere Douma doodle 💙

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Yandere Megumi on a boba date 💜 💙💞

HUNTER X HUNTER

Yandere Phantom Troupe with an s/o who gets friendly with other partners. ❤💞

Yandere Nobunaga, Chrollo, Phinks and Fetain doodle 💙

Yandere Chrollo doodle #1 💙

Yandere chrollo doodle #2 💙

Yandere Chrollo doodle #3 💙

Yandere Shalnark doodle #1 💙

Phantom Troupe Darlings Doodle 💙

Yandere Chrollo Kissing Thought ❤

TOKYO REVENGERS

Get well photo - Yan Sanzu 🖤 💜 💙💞

Mc Swagger Rindou 🖤 💜 💙💞

Takeomi - Hair down pt.1 (Segsy wet dog) 💙💞

Takeomi - Hair down pt.2 (Kpop boy style/Felix from that one k boy group) 💙💞

Ran, Sanzu, and kokonoi idek 💙💞

Yandere Izana doodle #1 💙

Yandere Izana doodle #2 💙

Yandere Hanma blurb - Smoking ❤

Yandere Ran doodle (Unhinged School Boy) 💙

Yandere Izana doodle #3 💙

Yandere Hanma doodle 💙

Yandere Izana doodle #4 💙

SPOOKY MONTH

Yandere Bob Velseb 💙💞

Yandere Kevin 💙💞

GENSHIN IMPACT

Yandere Tighnari doodle 💙

RECORD OF RAGNAROK

Yandere Shiva general hcs ❤️💞

ARCANE

Yandere Silco General Hcs ❤

Yandere Silco with a Reader who only puts up with him because of Platonic! Jinx ❤

METAL FAMILY

Yandere Glam doodle 💙

Yandere Dee doodle 💙

PSYCHO CUTIES

Yandere Doctor Masacrik doodle 💙

JOJO'S BIZZARE ADVENTURE

Yandere Malone doodle 💙

Yandere Risotto Doodle 💙

Yandere Ghiaccio doodle 💙💜

Would Jotaro, Joseph, and Jolyne use their stands on darling? ❤

[mysicklove]

My love hi! My arm had been broken.

:(

-Douma simp

all those handies you have been giving douma really caught up to you, yeah? :(

[mysicklove]

Your first ever writing? I’m going searching

-Douma simp

do you want me to kms

[getoswhore]

‘ DEAD GIRLS TELL NO TALES! — douma.

☰ ft : douma x f! courtesan! reader

+ synopsis : a young little woman like you walking the streets at night in favor to gain money from the cravings of men, but all runs cold when you turn into the wrong alleyway. | est. 2.0k wc

cw/tw : sws + dark content, non con, gore, predator pray dynamics, size difference, manipulation, no prep, public sex (alleyway), pet names, cervix fucking, douma has a god complex, biting/marking, douma scratches reader, brain washing(?), mind break, implied that reader dies :(, creampie, douma is just pure evil, as he is.

the blacktop streets you walk upon stretch onwards into loops of dizzying alleyways; dozens of paths flow into one another. most are sworn with pitched infinite darkness, no light from the dim, flickering street lamps to leak through with.

and those you have always told yourself to stay far from.

always hearing the whispers of the stories of past women who had heed for their own.. who had only walked blissfully unaware of the alluring eyes watching their every move, and waiting till the click of their heels to step even a mere inch into the cast of shadows to soon be dragged beneath the blanket of forever night shone..

your legs have always moved a little faster when you had to walk by a deep alleyway. not even batting an eye into it either, only focused on the tight grip you hold around the heavy robes you wear; lifting the many fabrics from pulling you down into a tight fisted clutch.

and there's always a spike of an adrenalin rush to pound at your heart, feeling it throb against your ribs as if you can feel those predatory eyes hidden away, watching you. as if you can feel shadows prying from the aisles and casting to tug at the hem of your clothes like spawned terrors filled with greed and vicious intents for a little woman like you.

but soon as you luckily break past the atrocity, you always take in a deep breath, though it's shakey, you feel grateful you could even suck in life after walking past those murky alleys. and when you do, you dare not to ever look back in hopes if those shadows of hands were not real, but just your imagination toying with you, pulling at those strings of natural human fear–of fight or flight–to push you faster.

“home, home, home.. just one more street to go.”

you try to focus your mind, trying to steady your senses that still tremor, still feeling the lick of shadows crawling over you.

you even try to count your steps, but that heavy feeling looming above you still grips onto you tightly.

and that's when it hits you, this street isn't familiar.

this feeling is all too foreign. yes, you've always been scared, but this..

this was different.

you've never felt this much fear course through you when walking the streets at night in favor to gain money from the cravings of men.

this was almost sickening.

feeling how your stomach churns with heat boiling in your core before catching in your throat when everything seemed to have sped up around you.

feeling how anxiety creeps against your skin before puncturing through your chest to snake around your heart, to constrict it with the realization of the impending if you can even move any faster. if the liminality between the realization of death and the desperation for life with each hard step you take was even liable anymore.

now feeling how that anxiety draws at you harder, hearing how the shadows steps become of its own, becoming a true cast of a towering man that dwells closer to you. and that anxiety snaked around you constricts you till you burst, feeling how your world sinks beneath your feet as a rough hand clips around the bone of your shoulder and tugs.

“excuse me, miss.”

a blithe voice lures you in as your body was heaved away from the direction of your home and close to the chest of a sauntering man.

eyes wide and largely dilated catch into the gaze of bright ones, of soft and dull eyes, yet they held such fierce and bold colors; glimpsing how each brand of new arc swirls into a different and vivid hue, as if they've been sprayed with the graffiti of an euphoria of heavens.

the man's eyes are bright, just like his milky skin that seems to glow beneath the shone lights blinking across the empty streets and so as his flowing hair that drapes and concaves around his sharp features.

your body freezes, tensing into the tight hold he bares against you, and that large smile he curls only pokes at your tension even more.

“i’ve finally caught up to you, i’ve been trying to give this back.” the other hand that's free from your skin holds out towards you, his fingers uncurling to reveal the deep shine of your earring resting in his palm.

your eyes illume.

“i saw it fall out when you were passing the street.” the man adds with a gleam.

you can't tell if your heart slowed just yet, seeing how maybe this man was only truly trying to give back your missing jewl, but still feeling how his hand still holds roughly at your shoulder makes you feel otherwise..

“you were walking so fast, i had to catch up to you somehow. i can tell that this is expensive and suited for only a woman like you, not in the hands of some grime sulking the streets.” you almost want to nod in agreement or even in appreciation that he would go out his way to hand this back to you and not just sell it, but your senses still feel shocked.

“you were moving so fast..” he repeats.

“it was.. cute.. like a scurrying little bunny trying to run.” he says, in a voice not as amiable as before and your brows furrow, heart picking back up its race.

the man leans over, “helplessly trying to run because of fear, knowing bigger beasts are lurking down these streets at night, yes?” he asks and you can feel the cold sharp of his breath wisp against the tip of your ridden nose.

you nod.

“then why come here knowing you can be eaten alive?” the confusion dawning at you doesn't cease the further he queries you.

“f-for work. it's for work sir, i work along these streets.” you've always been honest, and never humiliated for your risky, yet well-paying job, and you simply wanted to be let go, trying to answer the man quickly in hopes he would.

“ah, a lady of the night, i see,” a gentle smirk tugs at the corner of his glossed lips, “its quite dangerous, could practically be your last night if you step into the wrong territory.” and as his lips peak open at each ominous word, you can't help but notice the sharp point of his teeth, fang-like that hint with a white shine.

“yes, so it would be best for me to get going now then.” you try to dip under his hold, but a faint crack echoes through your ears.

it all happened too fast to even comprehend the pure feeling of your bone snapping so easily. your senses were all too strung up on the thought of running, not ever minding for the point of your fragile bone that prods against your skin; a small bump threatening to pierce through it.

your mouth hinges in shock, and a silent cry falters from between your lips. trembling eyes graze over the sight of your arm that now falls limp against your side; it looked so surreal, fake even.

“and you, darling, hopped into my territory.”

you wish—you beg your body to let a scream rip out raw from your throat or even to kick or slap away at this sauntering man. but it was only going against you; staying stuck in a paralyzed state and mind, body falling limp into his strong hold that roughly tugs and pulls at your limps, and hastily drags you to the nearest shadowed alleyway with ease.

your skull is quickly met against a sturdy wall of bricks; feeling the rough contact almost shatter your fragile bones. the man used enough force to scrape that skin against your temple to slide upwards; loose flesh peeling apart, an opening for blood to trickle down your ridden face. and that large hand that cups the back of your head roughly digs cruel fingers through the fine strands of your hair, threatening to pull them from the root.

he's quick to boot your trembling legs open too, kicking them apart with his foot and settling between your smaller body before you could close them. his free calloused hand shoves away the many layers of your robes, frilling the fabrics over that soft mound of flesh till a clear view of your panties were shone to the cast of his brute eyes.

“you got me all excited, hearing how your heart was racing as you feared to get away from me.” he admits, the hand practically scalping you tugs your head back, forcing your neck to strain as his own dips between that soft curvature.

“and now, that sweet rush of your blood pumping with pure terror makes me tingle.” you can hear how he chuckles deeply at the shake you tremble with beneath him.

a silent whine prys out from your mouth, feeling all pointed teeth and no tender lips draw against your soft pulse point. that retching feel of his teeth sinking into your skin goes far beyond from any comfort. feeling how the man bites down with enough brute force to break through that tough flesh.

even hearing how your tender skin rips into the divot shapes of his fangs makes you daze; deep holes creating into your neck that concaves around the sharp bones aligned in his mouth.

instantly, warm crimson of fresh and rushed blood spills into his mouth and melts against his tongue, and he can't help but shudder at the sweet taste, relishing the flavor of this claret that's pumped through fear.

and yet, this feeling for you makes you twist and turn. it felt as if he was chewing out your neck, almost ripping your windpipe open raw. and you try to wiggle away fast in moments in his hold but he's faster; his large hand grabbing ahold of your wrists, clutching them together tightly, and you can hear your bone pop at the uncomfortable and quick sharp twist.

“don't fight something you can't win.” he brawls his tongue over the weeping slits that leak past his lips. they shine in a ruddy mess, some trickles of crimson bead down to his chin, clumping up at the point before dripping in thick strings.

“mm~! blood that's rushed with fear is the best kind,” the quick swipe of his long tongue sweeps up the drool of blood clinging to his lush lips, “but blood that's rushed with arousal is too one of a kind.” he jeers.

“please, please let me go.” your voice is shot, below a whisper but he chuckles at your desperation.

“little bunny, i will do as i please.. i am a god.” he sneers, and the rasp that drags out his throat is threatening, making your head spin.

“i am your god, douma.”

his words are sharp to your ears, almost drilling, and in his mind, he knows deep down he's far from one, but having such power over such a small being like you made him feel otherwise.

“and douma is the name i want to hear you scream as i fuck you full with my cock, so don't fight it, and instead, be thankful to have such an honorable opportunity!” douma elucidates.

you shake your head with trembling eyes.

you can't even focus on the cracked cement below you; hot and fat tears bubbling over your sight, some swelling before breaking free and lolling down the fat of your cheeks.

“that's an order, human.”

feeling how the pinch of his nails poking at the sides of your hips was hard enough to dig the shape into your flesh, and let alone, the heavy presence he holds against you felt as is the air was too thick to breath in, almost suffocating.

“so, let me hear you praise my name as it's deserved to be!” your brain was too fogged to even have noticed when he popped his cock free from his confines and shifted your panties over the fat of your lips.

face contorting into one as if a child who had their candy stolen from; lips rising to create a howl, eyes trying to bat away the swell of tears pricking at them, and face ridden with pure distress. pure agony resonates through your features, feeling your poor little cunt stretching to the shape of douma’s fat cock.

and douma relishes the resisting feel your pussy weeps in as he tries bullying the crown of his cock through your puffy lips.

his blood-painted tongue smacks against the roof of his mouth, savoring the tight squeeze you clench around him as he finally breaks through with one strong buck of his hips; shoving his cock in till his base met against the soft plush of your ass, burying deep in your pussy till the fat tip of his cock kissed your cervix, and heavy tight balls hitting against the soft puffy bulb of your clit.

your fingers curl sheepishly around his wrist as a safe haven as his cock invades your body brutally. you can feel your core being torn, ripped into two at the brute force of his cock impaling your poor little cunt, and compelling you to stretch around his length.

douma let's out a low guttural growl, feeling how the force of his cock makes your pussy slicken itself, trying to ease up the pain. and the wet messy feel coating his cock makes his pigmented eyes wide, crazed like, even the veins encircled around the strong of his forearms bulge with rushing blood.

“you love it. you love the cock of a god stuffing you.” he draws his hips back, the tip of his cock mere inches from popping out from your warmth, only to clash with you once again.

your stomach aches.

the tearing feel of your insides makes your teeth grind, almost chipping the harder you tried holding in your wanton moans.

the buck of his hips snapping against your begins to establish a cruel rhythm; his hand that holds at yours tightened, almost popping the bones in your wrist as the other lures your head further back, forcing an arch to form, and the holes dug into your neck split further open, more thick liquids to stream out, making his movements more violent.

this sight made him crazed with the basking of a need; such a pitiful woman you are with such little power, only accepting your fate.

accepting the drag of his heavy cock pistoning in and out of your gummy walls, and each draw was sharp, hard enough to make your body jolt forward with a quarrel.

this smell too only adds to the mind debleating pleasure that wisps at his thoughts; inhaling the rich scent of your blood still trickling free from your open wounds made his senses tremor. but all was too little, he needed more. he needed to break open more of your tender skin, to mark you with deep imprints of his teeth till you were left empty.

and douma strides a broad stroke of his tongue against your shoulder that layers with a rise of goosebumps. he inhales deeply for the sweetest spot before curling his lips when he does, letting the pearls of his teeth sink into a new locale close to your neck, and forcing that flesh to break around him with ease.

your bobbing throat stings in agony, the burning of the cavities drilled through your skin boil with immense toil, feeling how the ones marked into your neck now begin to itch from the drying blood. but the new and fresh imprint draws your attention, feeling the puncture of his teeth drag up, almost pulling at your skin as if he was going to tear it off.

the strings of your heart tighten as douma litters another pair of marks into your shoulder. the pricks scar at your skin till your back is left inked with spirals and trails of crimson flowing till you felt hazed.

“sweet blood. sweet, sweet, sweet blood.” douma groans with an unhinged smile playing at his ruby-stained lips.

each wet slap of your lower halves meeting carves deeper ingraineds into your mind than his bites do; a relic of shame erected in your wake, feeling how your stomach coils in that familiar elicited sensation.

“your sweet blood given to a god like me, you should feel happy to give such rich wine like yours to me. sacrificing it all for me.” douma groans out each exclamation of pleasure he receives from using your blood-ridden, limp body, reducing you into his very own ‘hole’ to toy with at his leisure.

and it's almost as if his words crawl through the canals of your ears and burrow they're way to nest into your brain, settling with the thought he might be rolling the truth off his tongue..

fuzzy mind pondering how such a man can be so distinct in features, eyes of a rainbow, sauntering frame that towers with pure vitality, and the control and power of a..

god.

you fall into his cruel thrusts.

douma drags out a long, languid, stroke, fully intending the sweet feel of your insides to clamp down around his invasive length. and soon as he feels your body finally fall pliant and soft into his mercy, he can't help but feel his balls tighten.

his rough hand frees your skull, head almost thrashing back into the brick wall at the sudden release.

he claws into the flesh of your hip, and ramming his cockhead until he can feel the kiss from your puckered cervix– until he can see how the translucent coat of your cream blankets around his cock.

he smirks at the sight of having you finally wrecked around him, body littered in beats of purple and red, blood trailing down and between your shivering body, and now, creaming his cock.

douma swears he could feel his cold heart pump with awakened palpitations he's never felt arise before, feeling and letting the euphoria consume him, to wash over him as he stripes down long, deep chains of his nails down your sides.

he closes his eyes to bathe in this, to let himself be cleansed and washed over with this wildly ecstasy, to let his cock pump into your worn body before coating your walls with hot ropes of warm cream and thick white. his strong hips stutter as your sore cunt flutters and clenches around him, milking him more and sucking in his cock in deeper.

douma shivers as he pumps you full, filling you to the hilt before slowly dragging his softening cock out from your, abused, stretched, and sopping pussy.

and he watches closely with bright eyes, catching how white dribbles out your quivering hole, and the red leaking from your back now spilling over your sides, creating a puddle of pink and magenta, before passing into fuschia when it drips to the concrete.

“such a sweet smell too.”

he inhales the color, sucking it into his lungs, and uses it to fuel that ridden craving he still bares with.

soon as he frees his jarring hold against you, your shaking legs buckle; cold knees meeting and grating against the cement. and as you sat there, coated in your own blood, and other undesirable fluids, your mind was gone.

so far from this reality, you couldn't tell if you were even human no more. the numbing was overbearing, consuming you till you casted your own shadows in the deep alleyways..

“may this blessing relish you for your servings tonight, little bunny.”

[kreiitsuuuu]

Helloo hope your doing well! can i get a request with gyutaro and douma w/ a s/o that follows them around because they want affection, like kisses?

💮 UPPER MOONS WITH A CLINGY GN! S/O

ft. gyutaro, douma

💌 A/N: HELLO IM BACK,,, this is such a cute request! and thank you, i am doing well. i hope you are too! and i hope you don't mind me calling the reader clingy ;—; not proofread !

Gyutaro

Literally does not mind one bit

You were technically also giving him attention, so this was a win win situation for the both of you!

Whenever you ask for kisses, it never fails to catch him off guard somehow.

Would pull you into a hug first and ruffle your hair, probably gonna comment about how clingy you are and how he frickin loves you so much!

Personally, I think Gyutaro would be the type to give forehead kisses, and occasionally quick pecks on the lips and the cheeks.

As much as he loves your company, he does worry about your well sometimes when he is needed somewhere else and needs to leave you.

Not like he wants to leave you!!!

Though, most of the time, the two of you were together!

HAND HOLDING HAND HOLDING HAND HOLDI—

You love giving this man compliments, because it never fails to at least tint his cheeks pink a bit.

It also boosts his self confidence, way to go!

" You're such a handful, Y/n. You know that, eh? Not like I mind yknow.. "

Please help this man sometimes, he really can't put the words together and occasionally stumbles on his words just to get the right thing to say.

Personally, you don't mind, as you care for him just as much as he cares for you and your whole well being :]

Douma

Well, for starters, he's also clingy!

So you wanting to stay by his side and following him all around really doesn't bother him!

You really don't need to want anything because he always gives you what you need and rightfully deserve <3

Kisses? Way ahead of you! This man would always kiss your cheeks that he oh so love to squish like they were some stress relievers.

Hugs are always so nice, on how he holds you close to his warmth as he closes his eyes.

As much as the other upper moons found him annoying, you were always there for him and that he actually felt some emotion run through him. Genuine happiness.

" Hmm? You want another kiss, darling? You're so needy.. haha, kidding! I love you so much! Cmere, come! "

If he were to be called in a meeting with the other Upper Moons, he'd probably let you stay with his cult and let them know that you're incharge and that you should be respected while he was gone. Would apologize a lot for leaving you even though it was temporarily.

" I'm sorry for leaving! I would let you come if I wanted to.. but I bet Muzan-sama would kill you on the spot.. "

Those words made you stiff, but Douma — who had a smile across his face, reassured you that it will never be happening.

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[kreiitsuuuu]

Gyutaro x an s/o who gets flustered easily?? Like, he touches their hand and their face is suddenly read and if he compliments them, they'll try to hide their face in their hands?

🌼 GYUTARO WITH A GN! S/O WHO GETS FLUSTERED EASILY

💌 A/N: you all seem to love how i write gyutaro.. not that i mind but it is surprising how much requests i have of him! i am also sorry for being ia for like a week (´ . .̫ . `)

⚠️ WARNINGS: none

Gyutaro

Listen,,

Literally doesn't get why your face turns into a tomato every time he either gives you a small compliment, or even just your hands accidentally brushing against eachother.

It doesn't like he hates it, he actually finds it quite amusing and cute how you attempt to hide your face from him <3

You never fail to make him either laugh or crack a smile out

When things get a little mundane, Gyutaro would compliment how you look so elegant out of the blue and how he loves you so much just to get your signature flustered reactions

Stuttering and hiding your face just entertained him so much, but he will halt if you don't stop being red (he gets worried because he thought he actually broke you)

Loves resting his head on your shoulder, though most of the time this gets you very red.

Kisses will absolutely make you explode into smithereens

You love this man so much but you really can't stop being red whenever he gives you any kind of affection.

If you were bold enough one day, maybe you'll have the courage to always kiss him back. One day.

" Don't hide you pretty face from me, darling.. wouldn't want to waste your looks now, eh? "

" Gyutaro please... Have mercy.. "

Mercy? Pshhh..

He'd tease you non stop if he were to be like Douma, but he isn't like him so he stops in a short while.

Respects your boundaries!!! >:]

On a serious note though, he does adore how you even managed to love someone like him <3 so you being flustered doesn't really hinder him :]

💌 A/N: hi, missed me? because i sure did miss you all (╯︵╰,) for real though, school has been really hard so im sorry for the very VERY delayed requests! im trying my best, y'all better be safe (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

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