#father douma GULP GULP GULP

[kyemilo]

wip for a fanart piece for my favourite fanfic EVER

HAHAGSHBSUDNDHNEUXBUE D UEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHE SLURPPP GULP GULP YUMMERS!!!!

oomfs please dont quote me

papa douma....WHO SAID THAT.....mustve been the wind....heh.....

[thewritetofreespeech]

Since you do Demon Slayer requests, could I request Tanjirou, Giyuu, and Douma's s/o(s) petting their hair as they start to doze off on their lap?

Demon Slayer men (and 1 demon) + falling asleep in s/o's lap

Tanjiro Kamado

It was, for once, a peaceful night. The fireflies dancing around the garden of Butterfly Mansion, while Tanjirou enjoyed the sweet smell of jasmine in the air.

“What are you doing out here?” Tanjiro perked up when he heard [Y/N]’s voice behind him. Soft, but still able to be heard. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“Oh, I’m ok.” He insisted, with his usual comforting smile. “I was going to head in but….” He looked down at his lap where Nezuko was resting. In her petite form almost fully in his lap as she dozed.

[Y/N] chuckled. “I suppose you’re pinned then. I’ll join you.”

They sat down beside Tanjiro. Both their feet dangling off the edge of the porch as they looked out over the garden. “Hopefully she’ll get up soon. I don’t know what it is but ever time she lays on my lap she goes right to sleep.”

“She trusts you.” Tanjiro looked up and over to [Y/N] curiously. “Plus, I’m sure it’s comfortable. Haven’t you ever taken a nap in someone’s lap before?”

“Oh. No.” He replied. Nervously scratching his cheek. If he had it had been years. Perhaps with his mother, or father, when he was much younger and certainly not a big brother. “I think it would be pretty silly.”

“It’s not silly.” [Y/N] insisted.

They then got up and adjusted so that they were sitting on their ankles behind Tanjiro, and gently patted their lap. “Come on. Try it. This way you won’t bother Nezuko either.” Tanjiro blushed and gulped a little. It was a little embarrassing, being in a position like that. It was also embarrassing on how much he wanted to try it.

Carefully he leaned back until his back was flat against the wood and his head was in their lap. He suddenly realized that the roof over the porch had little butterflies and flowers carved into it. He’d never bothered to look up, so he never noticed. It was comforting, he thought.

Very quickly Tanjiro was asleep as well, dozing off with his sister. Nezuko eventually did wake up, rubbing her eyes with tiny fists, and noticed her brother was asleep. Her big eyes turned to [Y/N], who placed their finger over their mouth in a silent shush. The little demon didn’t say anything in response. She just got up, jumped off the porch with a quiet thud, and went to chase fireflies.

Giyuu Tomioka 

A big part of being a member of the Demon Slayer Corps was traveling. Demons and evil never rested, and the ones that caused the most havoc tended to wander. The corps went where they were needed. Which could be any area in Japan.

“Why don’t you get some rest?” [Y/N] asked rhetorically as they and Giyuu bounced along in the back of a wagon. Along with lots of travel came lots of unconventional ways of getting there. Not every mission had a luxury train to get them there.

Giyu grunted, but still sat up with his arms crossed. [Y/N] sighed.

“You’d feel better.” Giyu glanced over at them from the corner of his eye. “I know when you’re tired or upset Giyu. You can’t hide it from me.”

They had been together a long time. Originally partners before they became partners. The little ticks and subtle hints in Giyu’s mood that were often lost on others were an open book to them. One that he should know by now.

“I can't sleep on hay. Makes me itchy.”

[Y/N] smiled softly, then adjusted to make their lap open & free. “Rest here then. No hay or scratchy surfaces. I won’t tell anyone you took a nap on the way.”

Giyu didn’t say anything, but [Y/N] could tell their mind was reeling about it. Eventually, he submitted and laid his head down. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. After you get some sleep it’s my turn.”

There was the faintest hint of a smirk on Giyu’s lips before he eventually fell asleep. Rocked there by the wagon and warm, damp smell of hay around them.

Douma

A big sigh echoed across the room as Douma heaved it out, followed by a yawn. “I’m bored.” Being a cult leader was really rather boring. All he had to do was sit here and listen to people’s problems. And since he didn’t care what happened one way or the other, to the problem or his followers, then there was really no interest to be held in the situation. He just sat here, listening to someone play the shamisen, while people brought him their problems and offerings he wouldn’t eat.

“Where’s [Y/N]?” He asked. Examining one of the many mandarins brought to him as a present, and not having the stomach to even consider eating it, before he tossed it aside. “I haven’t seen them all day.”

“It’s only noon Douma-sama.” The demon growled. He didn’t ask for the time. “But, I will find them. They were helping with the new members earlier today, so they must still be doing that.”

“New people….” To a normal cult leader that would be a good thing, but to Douma it was just another headache.

Sure, more people to choose from when he was selecting his meals, but also more people to listen to. Maybe he should make some sort of decree that the Gods asked for their silent contemplation and meditation so he didn’t have to hear them whine anymore. Yeah, that would probably work.”

“Lord Douma-sama?” The demon perked up when he heard his name and saw [Y/N]. “You wanted to see me?”

“[Y/N]-chan!” He beamed brightly as he perked up in his seat with a big grin. “I did. I wanted to see you because I missed you!”

“I’m flattered Lord Douma-sama.”

The pink in their cheeks and the subtle smell of desire made Douma’s stomach tighten in hunger. But he doesn’t want to eat them. Yet.

Once and a while he would get a favorite. No particular rhyme or reason. He would just decide to keep one of the humans as a pet, more than an hors d'oeuvre. It usually worked out well, as humans were pretty stupid and susceptible to flattery, and he was a master manipulator.

“Come sit by me. I wanted to borrow you for a moment.” [Y/N], of course, instantly came to his side and sat down. The demon giggled a little before he dramatically laid down in their lap. “Ahhhh….that’s better.”

“Is this all you wanted of me, Lord Douma-sama?”

“For now.” He replied. Eyes closed, with a cat ate the canary grin on his face. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not.” They replied, without question. “I’m happy to be of any service that brings you comfort Lord Douma-sama.”

He can smell a wave of sickly-sweet perfume coming off [Y/N] that he’s come to realize is ‘love’. Douma has never felt it, but he has smelt it before. Bombarded with the scent from his followers. Clinging to those people left behind by their lovers as he devoured one and the other fled for safety. His last favorite had the same smell, but not for him. A ‘mother’s love’ and all that. Not that he believed any of it.

“This will make me happy for now. But if I think of anything else I’ll let you know.”

“Of course Lord Douma-sama.”

The demon yawned and started to doze. Still bored, but at least mildly entertained by his new pillow. He supposed he’d have to find a new favorite soon; since this one was becoming stale and dull. For now though, this was fine.

[muzansfangs]

Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Douma, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Sanemi Shinazugawa; mention to Douma x Enmu.

Warnings: nsfw, public sex, language, choking, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dom!Muzan, unprotected sex, mention to gun violence, obsessive behavior, hair pulling, exhibitionism, psychological torture, revenge.

Plot: the war begins. Muzan is ready to show you off. But as he drives you mad, making you slip into the deep end, making it loud and clear that you are his, you get to see his dark side. He does not seem to have limits and his only goal is to make you understand what kind of love he can give you: possessive, toxic, addictive. He punishes Douma, he breaks your father’s heart, although you have no idea of who Kagaya is if not another Politician.

PART 1| PART 2| PART 3| PART 4| PART 5| PART 6| PART 7| PART 8| PART 9

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THE CALL.

"Tell me, love, did you read each and every clause of the contract?" Muzan asked you, his hands kneading the plush of your ass fondly as you gulped down nervously.

You had read the contract, of course you had. The thing was that trying to recall all the clauses right now, with his groin pressing against your heat, back arching in a painful angle to resemble a sinuous panther about to attack, was nearly impossible. What was he talking about?

"I did. – you spat, eyes on the polished marble floor as you tried to focus – What's the matter?".

Muzan hummed, one of his hand sliding down your spine, until he reached the back of your neck, where he wrapped his fingers around in a iron grip "Then I assume you surely remember what's on page four, section one, don't you?" he cooed, pulling you up towards his chest, until your back was pressed against his chiseled abs.

Dear God, there was no way you were going to remember that. Especially now, when every molecule of your body felt as if it was on fire. Your cheeks flushed up, when Muzan's hot breath fanned your earlobe and you struggled not to melt right on the spot. You did not really want to let him watch the way you easily, effortlessly crumbled at his feet whenever he touched you. Then again, it was impossible to hide it, when you literally melted as a pathetic sugar cube under the scorching sunlight at the mere way his fingers grazed upon your cheek.

"Was it not the 'sexual performances' section?" you somehow breathed out, your heart thrumming into your chest. You knew he could feel it, his mouth was currently latched onto your neck. His lips traced your jugular with a feather-like touch that was making you lose your mind. You felt the way your veins pulsed under his kisses.

He seems pleased with your answer, grinning faintly as he grazed the crook of your neck with his teeth "Ten points to Slytherin – he joked, securing one arm around your waist and sliding the other up to the front of your throat – Do you remember what's written under the 'appendix two?' Mh?".

What kind of wicked game was he playing?

You gulped down forcefully, mouth dry as you struggled to keep up with him. He had always been dominant in bed, but there was something in his voice tonight, something in the way he was practically manhandling you that radiated danger. The sort of danger that seeped into your heart and turned you into a weak girl easily allured in the darkness.

"Limits, I suppose" you blurted out, sweat already beading your forehead.

He gave your throat a firm, yet not harsh squeeze and elicited a throaty groan from you "Limits. That's right. Apparently, you studied hard for me, sweetheart. – he hoarsely said, mocking you for your current poor state – Tonight, we are going to explore some activities enlisted under that appendix" he clarified, tugging your underwear down your thighs easily.

You glared at him, both aroused and irritated by his antics. Was he into sadism? Probably. You remembered something involving 'pain' into the contract. The thing was you did not expect him to bring it on that soon.

"Muzan what the fuck is happening?" you pressed, shivering as the cool air made contact with your now exposed heat.

You wanted to turn around and look him straight in the eye, but his iron grip on your neck and the position he was keeping you in restricted your movements and forced you to bear with his brilliant ideas of drawing pleasure.

The soon to be President chuckled, his hot breath fanning your earlobe and sending shivers down your spine "Oh, sweetheart, don't worry. I just want to teach some people a lesson. Clearly, I cannot do that without you. Then again, I know for sure you don't mind it" he said, his voice dropping a few octaves as you realized that it was not going to he a normal passionate night.

You lolled your head back onto his shoulder, batting your eyes closed for a few seconds as you let his words sink in. Were you already helping him to commit crimes? Were you already going to be the villain's apprentice?

"So be it" you breathed out then, your heart thrumming against your ribcage so hard to thought it was only a matter of time before it came out of your chest.

Muzan grinned, the glint of mischief in his eyes would have probably made you regret your choice. Yet, you could not see it in the current position you were in. A part of you, actually, was glad of it.

Before you had time to realize what was happening, Muzan shoved your face down onto the couch and slithered his fingers underneath the elastic bands of your panties. You blushed as he dragged the thin material down your legs, exposing your already wet folds. You were not ashamed of him seeing you naked. You were far from it, actually.

What troubled you was letting him know that his antagonistic antics had clearly done numbers on you.

"Ah, look at that. Do villainous plans excite you, baby?" he mocked you, grinning down at your slit.

"Cut the crap, please" you hastily fired back, partially glad he could not see your rosy cheeks right now. However, your acrid comeback was apparently not appreciated by your boyfriend, whose hand harshly made contact with the soft flesh of your right rear.

You yelped, eyes widening for the sudden spank. The pain was sharp, the stinging but pleasurable sensation still lingering on your skin, teasing your nerves. You loathed him. No, you did not loath him. You had to be honest with yourself.

You hated the way he made you feel.

"Now, what was that? – Muzan cooed, gliding his fingers down your slit, careful not to stimulate you yet – You need to cooperate and be a good girl, sweetheart. I do not really wish to screw up my plans because you cannot clamp your pretty little mouth shut for once" he reprimanded you in a infuriatingly fatherly tone.

You would have loved to retort something, but he suddenly plunged the said fingers into you and a throaty moan left your lips. He kissed the shell of your ear, his teeth nibbling at the tender flesh as he curled his fingers into you, making your legs shake. Years of experience, years of sins had forged him to know exactly how to break a woman.

"What's your plan, huh?" you asked him, before sinking your foreteeth onto your lower lip to fight back a sinful moan.

Muzan smirked, hooded eyes glancing at the way you furrowed your brows in pleasure for him. You were so beautiful, you were his and he had promised not to let anyone take you away from him. Everybody needed to be reminded that you were his property.

He did not even feel guilty at the thought of what was about to happen. You, a pure and innocent soul, in the hands of a monster like him. He had wondered many times what would have become of you in a few years. While he did not want to ruin your purity, he also was aware that it would have been impossible for you not to be bewitched by the darkness.

Was it not true, after all, that angels had fallen in disgrace too? It was only a matter of time.

Therefore, it was better for you to learn how to cope with his wicked schemes. Two people, two men would have learnt a lesson too today. As he heard the lewd, squelching sounds of your heat sucking in his fingers, he knew the yearned First Act could finally take place.

"Sit on my cock. Now" he hissed in your ear, removing his tick fingers from your entrance and eliciting a strained, dissatisfied whine of protest from you.

"What the hell are you doing?" you promptly retorted, glancing behind your shoulder to lock eyes with him. What a mistake. If you could brag about a dim track of decency still set in your heart, it surely expired as you caught a glimpse of him shoving his fingers, coated in your essence, into his mouth.

You sighed, face beet red, and you immediately averted your eyes from him to take a moment to regain your self-control. It was like relentlessly falling into sins with him. You felt yourself, the innocent version of you, slipping away with every second you spent by his side.

As you hesitantly turned towards him again, you knew one thing for sure: he did not have anything good up his sleeve.

You gulped down forcefully, his characteristic ferocious smile curled his lips as his crimson hues bored into yours in pure lust. He was expecting you to crawl over his lap, he was demanding you to obey him, to comply to his sinful requests. It somehow felt like he was enjoying seeing you trying to oppose yourself to your own primordial instinct that he was awakening that easily. Your eyes switched for a split second from him to the the front door and you sighed in defeat, reality dawning on you all of a sudden. You were no linger the same girl you were you had hopped into Kokushibo's car, when you had crossed that door for the first time and signed his contract.

Still, as you watched him dragging his boxers down his thighs, you wondered how much of your old self would have been left into you in the near future.

Was that the beginning of a twisted fairytale, or a nefandous downfall?

As you made your move and stood up to straddle his lap, he grasped your left wrist and planted a kiss on it, his half-lidded eyes glancing up at you in a lascivious gaze that sent shivers down your spine. His touch, the way his lips grazed your tender flesh should have been labeled as illegal. You blushed and held your breath as he grinned, his hot breath still fanning the sensitive skin of your wrist. He was so self-assured in everything he did, not even realizing what kind of influence he had over you.

"Not like that. — he darkly said, motioning for you to turn around as his other arm snaked down around your waist — That's all part of the plan, my love. You know what a cowgirl reverse is, don't you?" he flatly asked you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You blushed and took a deep breath, before slowly nodding your head "I was a virgin when I met you, but surely not a saint" you commented flatly, allowing him to help you lower yourself down onto his shaft. Your legs were trembling and your cheeks were literally boiling, but his surprisingly gentle touch was enough to encourage you to go ahead.

You held your breath as the tip of his cock brushed against your entrance and you squeezed your eyes shut to prepare for the stretch.

"Good to know. You lost your last chance to be a saint forever anyway, when you signed the contract" he huskily rasped, his hot breath fanning the shell of your ear as he slowly sheathed himself into you.

Your legs trembled, as you let him cage you in that position. The strained moan that left your lips tasted like honey on his lips, as he wrapped his hand firmly around your throat, but not to choke you this time. It was a mere selfish gesture to assert his dominance over you, over his woman. You two stood still in that position, until your walls perfectly embraced him, your shallow breaths were the only audible sound in the silent room, as he kissed your temple gently and spoke again.

"You are doing amazing, love" he purred, before he grasped a golden bell from the armrest, tolling twice it and causing your eyes to flutter open again. It was time to show his dominance, to show his rivals that it was forbidden to touch and yearn for something that was never theirs. It was time to show them he had already won, that he had taken away the most precious thing from him.

Two names haunted him and he would have not been able to rest until those men got his message.

What was that, though? That sound, that bell, you had already seen use them around. He called his grunts with it.

You glanced at the tiny object, as he settled it back on the black leather armrest and you felt your mouth run dry as you connected the dots. You had not imagined Muzan had worked out something as degrading and wicked as this and you shifted over his lap, causing him to repress a throaty moan.

"Muzan, what's this shit?" you breathed out, sweat beading your forehead as he propped his chin over your shoulder, plating a kiss on your jaw.

The soon to be President hummed, thrusting up into you once to make you understand who was in command "It's all part of the plan, sweetheart. — he darkly purred in your ear, stressing that nickname way too much for your likings — I need my phone and I honestly do not really feel like getting it myself, when you're cock-warming me so deliciously" he explained, as you whined softly and came to terms with the fact that someone was going to walk in any minute.

The question was simple now. Who?

"Why are you doing this? That's humiliating" you asked him, trying not to let yourself enjoy the way his cock twitched into you every now and then. This was like experiencing your personal living hell and your eyes were transfixed on the door, waiting for someone to burst into the room and contemplate Muzan buried into you.

"Not for you, sweetheart. For him" Muzan cooed, grinning and sucking onto the crook of your neck unbothered by the current situation he had dragged you in.

Him. So it was a man, you noted.

"Can you stop calling me 'sweetheart'?" you snapped then, your heart thrumming into your chest as you heard the sound footsteps approaching. They echoed through the walls, each of them making your heart throb into your chest. It was your end. The end of your decency.

Muzan chortled and tugged at your hair abruptly, earning a yelp from you "Why? Don't you like it when I call you 'sweetheart'? Ah, now I get it! There's only one person who calls you that around this house, right? Oh, it's such a shame I have dismissed everyone except for him today... Say 'hi’, to Douma, love" he said, as you connected the dots.

Your partner hummed and grasped your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet with a pair of shimmering, unholy multicolored irises, now staring in complete shock at you.

Douma. Douma and his nicknames. Douma and the threat Muzan had roared at your face in the car. It felt surreal.

You gawked, unable to spit out a single word as the silver-haired bodyguard stood a few strides away from you, his jaw clenched, his gloved hands reching up to fix his tie as he tried to avert his eyes from the sinful show his boss was offering him.

You had never seen Douma so serious in all his life. As you examined his face, you realized his perfect nose was still bruised from Muzan's punch. Your fiancé had apparently really developed a kink for torturing his Second in Command.

"Good evening, Muzan-sama. — Douma said, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down spasmodically — You called for me. Do you need anything?" he asked, as the dark-haired man at your back flicked his plum red eyes up on Douma.

Muzan did not answer at first, he reached for a flûte of champagne on the coffee table and pressed the rim of it again your lips, forcing you to open your lips and letting him pour the bittersweet drink into your mouth. Douma was entranced by that vision, by the way you blushed and allowed Muzan to feed you, by the small whimper falling from your lips as he set a slow pace and thrusted up into you.

You were too overwhelmed to comprehend what was going on, but when Muzan settled the glass back down and tilted your head to the side, latching his lips onto the tender flesh of your neck again, you knew that he was taking his time, savouring the look of anguish and hunger filling Douma's eyes.

Muzan did not need to explain anything. The intent of his actions were pretty clear. Therefore, he simply asked for the device he needed to ultimate this devious plan.

"I have forgetten my phone in my office. Take it and hand it to her" he rasped, as you glanced up at Douma and watched him dash down the corridor to seek Muzan's phone.

You moaned in the meanwhile, as your soon to be husband kept you warmed up with that tediously slow pace. You wanted it to stop, you would have loved to protest, but you were so screwed up that you found yourself simply following his lead.

Some soft grunts left Muzan's lips, as he squeezed your hip to make you snap out of from the realm of bliss he was letting you venture into. Your lifted your eyelids, your vision partially blurry for the tears of pleasure peeking at your lashes. You blinked. Once, twice, thrice. And then you saw him.

There he was, Douma, standing in front of you, handing Muzan's phone to you as he tried to look away.

Was it out of respect, discomfort, or jealousy?

You could not care less at that moment. Not when you showed him the open palm of your hand and locked eyes with him for a split second.

"T-Thank you..." you wheezed, watching Douma settle the device on your shaky hand and turning on his heels to leave the room. Muzan was satisfied. You were so accomodating, so perfect for him. He wanted to tell you that the part of the clause that you did not remember was exhibitionism. He was born for it, he craved to show you off like that.

He raved at the idea of Douma being utterly frustrated, biting his tongue as was forced to call that brat of the Seventh in Command to take care of his needs.

You were Muzan's property. If he could make sure to engrave his name onto your skin, saving you from suffering, he would have done it without blinking. Yet, had he not done it back in time? The scar on your leg, the mark left forever on your your skin by the bullet, when he had fired his gun against you all those years ago, did not scream his name?

"Good girl. Now, give me the phone" he calmly purred in your ear, making you wither even more as you felt yourself approaching the apex of your pleasure.

Blinded by lust, tasting the forbidden fruits you would have never imagined you were going to eat in your whole life, you handed him his phone to complete his task. He searched for a number.

That number he had never called, waiting for this moment to arrive.

As he clicked on the name of the person he wanted to punish, he clasped his hand over your mouth. His mouth brushing against your earlobe, as he hotly spoke out again "When I release your mouth, you have to answer each fucking question I am going to ask you, got it?".

Shivers ran down your spine, your teary eyes not allowing you to read the name of the person he was calling on the screen. You nodded your head, humming against the palm of his hand as he started to pick up his pace.

At the third ring, the stranger picked up the phone.

"Hello?" the man calmly asked, not recognizing the number of the caller.

At his right the white-haired man, Whirlwind, frowned as he carelessly polished his green katana. It was rather unusual for his Master to receive a call this late at night from a contact that was not from his subordinates.

A hoarse laughter echoed through the speakers, before Muzan chided "Ubuyashiki Kagaya, I have a message for you. — his voice dripped venom, as he taunted his rival — I thought it would have been a shame not to deliver it personally to you... After all, we're both invitated to the Gala next weekend. I don't want you to have an heart attack on the red carpet" he said, chortling as he made you whimper for a hard thrust.

Kagaya's eyes widened as he stood up from his seat, alerting his Slayer immediately.

"Kibutsuji Muzan, I assume. What do you want?" the lilac-eyed man, your father, said.

"There's something you should hear from a very special guest, currently sitting on my lap. She's so eager to know you" Muzan taunted, a guttural moan erupting from his throat.

"Let her out of this story. It's mine the head you crave" Kagaya replied, his voice weavering as his grip on his phone tightened.

Yet, there was no rest for the wicked. No one in that city would have slept that night.

"What's your name, doll?" Muzan asked you, ignoring Kagaya reply as he let go of your mouth.

You were too out of your mind to realize what Muzan was doing. A master puppet, a sadist, a man whose redemption would have probably never come. You did not know who Kagaya Ubuyashiki really was. You did not know that the blood running in his veins was his.

"Y/N L/N!" you babbled out, moaning softly.

"Who is fucking you?".

"M-Muzan Kibutsuji!" you piped out, blushing violently as you reached your climax.

Muzan hissed and gave you a few more thrusts, before staying still and releasing into your welcoming walls. You whined as you panted in his arms, Muzan's wolfish grin widening as he collected his breath.

"She’s chosen her side, Kagaya. See you at the Gala and thanks for the gift. You know what I mean".

The red button was pressed and the real war was coming.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there!

I have finally been able to update my fic! I hope you can enjoy this chapter. I had to dive into holy water right after I had finished writing it, lmao. I am sorry for the delay, but university is hitting hard! Thank you so much for every like, comment and repost you leave under my works! I truly appreciate them!❤️

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Yandere Douma x Daughter Reader

Pt 2 I want to break free

things to know-read first part in beginning of my writing.

Warning-death

Your POV:

I sighed. Another a night and father is gone hunting. He will bring humans for me to eat. But I’ll refuse. My mother was a human. And I will NOT eat an other living being. I’d rather starve. I stared out my window. I was chained up and powerless. I want to go outside and explore again. How long have I been trapped? I don’t know I lost count. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard father “well well well. My darling! You haven’t eaten your human. I killed him for you with love!” I rolled my eyes and glared at my father. “I’m not hungry.” Douma said “now now my beautiful (Y/n) you need to eat. Don’t you know that?” I yelled “I’m not going to eat a human! I’d rather die!” The look on my father’s face was scary then he smiled “oh! Then I’ll just get you some veggies! That would work! But… if you don’t eat those. I’ll have to punish you.” I froze as Douma my father caressed my cheek and pouted “(Y/n) you know I hate to make my good little girl scared. It pains me. So eat the fruits and veggies I’m going to bring you like my good little girl you are.okay?” I looked at him and with a gulp I said “yes father.” He smiled then hugged me “that’s daddy’s good girl!” As he left. I cringed. Every time he says that. I cringe.

-TIME SKIP-

As I enjoyed a salad I was thinking ‘where’d father?’ I saw a note. He’s out on one of his meetings. Usually those meetings are long. Now’s my chance. I broke the chain and crawled out the window I’m barefoot and cold. But I don’t care. I don’t want to live like this anymore! I started to run and run as fast as I can “I’m free! I can do this. Just keep running (y/n).” As I was running I crashed into something… something firm. I fell and hit the ground. When I looked up I saw father fear hit me. “My poor baby! How did you get out? I was so worried! And your poor face! Did something scare my baby girl?” He said. Then I said “I want to break free! I don’t love you!” He laughed “now now no need to be so mean. After all I am your father. Maybe I woke you up to soon. I think it’s time for me to do this.” He grabbed me and hugged me. He said “I love you so much so understand why I’m doing this.” I felt my body disappearing. As I tried to fight back. He said “this way we can be together forever.” And everything went black.

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Part 1

[roninishere]

Mi Amor

Giyuu Tomioka x Hispanic Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, depression, self doubt, and mentions of miscarriages.

Summary: The water hashira being there for you like you’ve always been for you.

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You stood in your doorway as you read the letter you received from Shinubo, basically confirming what you already knew. You were indeed pregnant. Laying a hand on you stomach, you couldn’t the smile that spread across your face. It was like weight was lifted off your shoulders, you had began to get worried that you were really sick.

This last year had been nothing short than twists and turns for you; when you had went to visit your family, you had been ambushed with them and the town being slaughter by the one and only upper moon two Douma. Allowing your emotions to get the best of you, you nearly were killed and absorbed by him before your fellow Hashiras showed up at the perfect time.

You were very lucky to be alive.

With multiple injuries including a torn ACL, you had been out for nearly eight months. And it was a rough eight months, mourning your losses, and things between your now husband, the water Hashira weren’t that great recently.

Giyuu pretty much told you to retire, get out of the demon corps. You knew he had good intentions, but at the time, you took it as he thought you weren’t cut out for this lifestyle anymore. Not strong enough to be a Hashira anymore. Oh how wrong you were. It was one thing after another, when was it going to end? You had never felt so lost in your life.

You distant yourself from him. You didn’t mean to, just happened.

So what would happen between you two now? Will he be just as happy as you are about this news?

It wasn’t like you only had to wait for a few hours, he was on a mission for, what sounded like a few months.

Do I send him a letter and just drop this news on him?

Not wanting to interfere with his mission, you did decide to write to him, but not to tell him your pregnancy. It was short and sweet; just letting him know that you missed him dearly and telling to be safe.

With your recent behavior, you didn’t except a letter back, but when you did, you squealed of happiness. Everything would okay! Right?

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Four months had went by when Giyuu finally came home. You had found yourself doing housework when you heard the front door. Peeking your head out into the hallways, excitement overcame your your body seeing your raven haired husband enter your home “Mi Amor!”

The sound of your voice brought him so much ease, how much he missed your cheery voice, the sound of your feet shuffling on the floor, just you in general.

Turning to face you, his eyes widen seeing the slight belly bump that showed up underneath one of his shirts you wore. He nearly fainted realizing that you were definitely pregnant. Gulping down what felt like something big, his racing thoughts came to an end once you threw your arms around him.

He was going to be father. After two miscarriages and the shit you both endured for the last few months, you two were having a baby.

One hand wrapped around your shoulders and the other hand ran through your curls whispering “How far along…”

“About five months,” you pulled away to set a hand on your small baby bump “though such a little bump makes me worry, but Shinubo said that pregnancy is different for everyone and some women don’t show as much.”

Your eyes were glued to his shirt, nervous to see the look on his face or to ask how he felt about this situation, you gently tugged at his hands to follow you “I’m sure it’s nothing. Come, I’ll start a bath for you.” Seeing how quickly you changed the subject, he frowned allowing you to lead him to the bathroom.

As you set the bath, he observed your body language and your demeanor. You seemed exactly how you described in your letters; happier, strong again, and you definitely were glowing. Seeing as he still had on his uniform, once everything was set, you began to throw your hair into a messy bun “Amor, are you going to get in?”

Clearing his throat, he nodded before undressing with a blush on his cheeks. No matter how long you two had been together, he always got all flustered getting naked in front of you. Getting in the tub, he immediately felt his muscles relax. How amazing he was feeling.

Getting your little stool, you sat outside the tub as you took his hair out of his loose ponytail. He washed his body, not wanting you to strain yourself. Once his hair was wet, you squeezed some soap onto your hands and began massaging the soap into his hair. Hearing that deep sigh escape his lips with him leaning his head into your soft touch, you knew he was at ease. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips before rinsing out the soap. You pressed your lips against the back of his head, giving him butterflies as he continued to relax in your care.

Getting lost in your own thoughts; you hadn’t realized the quiet sniffles you created causing to grab Giyuu’s attention. He turned to see you looking down at your baby bump, what were you thinking about that was upsetting you like this? He knew of a few possibilities, but he wanted to hear the issue from you. “Y/N, is there something wrong?”

You immediately snapped back into reality, wiping the tears that fell off your cheeks with another sniffle. You shook your head “No everything’s okay.” his dark eyes narrowed at you as you clearly just lied to him. He watched your body language as you got off the stool, grabbing his towel for him. Going to open his mouth, he quickly closed it seeing you opening the towel for him.

Not wanting to poke you anymore about it at the moment, he figured it’d be better once he put some clothing on. He got out of the tub, allowing you to wrap him in the towel and giving his forearm a softly squeeze before you bent down to gather up his dirty uniform off the floor. Exiting the bathroom, he dried himself off, thinking how he should approach this conversation.

Getting dressed, you had come to grab the basket so you could start washing, only to have a pair of hands take the basket out of your hands. Once he put the basket down, his rough hands took yours in his own, leading you to the edge of our guys bed. You felt your heartbeat quicken of nervousness and a bit of fear as your eyes found their way glued to his shirt once again.

He placed on hand on your shoulder as he gently lifted your chin up to look into his beautiful dark blue eyes “Is there something wrong? You haven’t once looked at me in my eyes,” your eyes immediately adverted elsewhere trying to gather up words. “Y/N, please look at me…”

He begged, and when you did, your eyes were full of sadness and fear. They began to glisten “I’m scared Giyuu,” your hands rested in your lap as you searched for words to explain to him “I’m scared of losing this child.”

Ah, his hands cupped your cheeks, his thumb brushing your soft skin “Y/N there’s nothing to be scared of, the baby is going to be okay, you’re already so far,” nodding, you finally looked into his dark eyes giving him a smile “Everything is going to be okay, it’s gunna work out just how we want it to.”

Believe it or not, Giyuu knew he was terrible at comforting, you always were doing the comforting and you were great at it. Seeing you so lost and low these last few months left him useless, he hated seeing you in pain.

“You’re right,” you continued to get lost in his dark blue eyes before starting “I know you may not think much of it, but,” your hand ran through his a bit tangled hair taking note that you needed to brush it later as your other hand wrapped around his forearm. Your eyes transitioned to being soft and sincere “I’m grateful for you and appreciate you being there for me, if it meant holding me tighter at night, making me a couple of tea,” you chuckle at how silly you probably sounded “or sitting on the other side of the door for hours as I cried on the other side and whispering to me at night how much you love me. So I am so sorry for unintentionally pushing you away, i never meant to hurt you or make it seem like you didn’t matter to me.

“Because as much as you always tell me that without me that you’d be lost. Without YOU, I’d never be myself, be comfortable in my skin, be proud to be different, or even honest, be alive,” your thumb rubbed against his skin as you smiled, like an actual smile that he hadn’t seen for quite some time “so thank you for staying by my side and SAVING me mi amor.”

Giyuu had no words to say this time around, all he could smile and press his lips to your forehead as he held you firmly in his arms. Who would’ve know that the smallest acts would make a difference to one you love? Your husband did because that’s how you gave him something worth fighting for.

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Holy shit, I apologize about the wait, I rewrote this like twelve times because my brain is so scattered ahaha and I couldn’t get a plot that I liked haha. I hope you guys enjoyed! I actually couldn’t help myself write a Obanai Iguro imagine as well! So I’ll be posting that in a few minutes. Thank you for being amazing and love ya! 💙

[tireddal]

Her heart's flower {douma x reader}

•warnings: may include grammar (English isn't my mouther-language) and historical mistakes, female reader, prostitute's and human deaths mentions.•

Part 4.1: Dear home

Day continued at the moment. Whole your body was on fire. Growling thanks to yours sensei's hard trainings, you slowly approached dorms. Takashi and Shiro only chuckled at once when have met your tired and angry sight. You sighed, sitting near them on the wood floor and threw training blades near yourself.

"It must be cold, but you should take it." You lazily turned your face to Takashi's, who held out a bowl with rice and little pieces of salmon. Boys already have had their lunch.

You smiled weakly and nodded, being too tired to say anything. You took bowl with chopsticks and started eat with furious speed.

"Oi, Y/N-chan, don't eat so fast! You would choke." Shiro smiled and tried to calm you down. Gave him quick look, you just hummed and continued your lunch. Takashi sighed heavy, rolled his eyes.

After finishing the feast you smiled weakly, looking at beautiful sky and relaxing. Boys were talking about new technique, when you stood up and growled, because you could feel how your legs were trembling.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Shiro raised an eyebrow and looked at you, has been confused.

"I promised somebody to meet with them." You shrugged. "However, thanks for lunch!" After these words you quickly hid behind dorms and walked to forbidden half of training estate.

***

You grumbled, wading through multiple corridors. Male and feminine house's parts differed, because yours dorms were poorly furnished. You had only necessary things like tatami and small box for your own things like clothes or little portable weapons, otherwise women's half were filled with dressing table, warm mats and decorations.

Luckily, girls from this clan have known you and became your friends in the childhood, so now you had good possibility to come for them every time when you needed.

You heavy sighed and quickly got into correct room. There sat young lady, who was singing and enthusiastically spinning bandage.

"Misaki-chan?" You called quietly, approaching girl from behind. She has winced and turned to you. Misaki bowed and patted place near her, requesting you to sit. While you were sitting, she hid her network under layers of fabric.

"Good evening, Y/N-san." She gave you an adorable smile, fixing her dark hair. "How can I help you today?"

You hummed, thinking about your deal. While training you decided to know about Upper Moon Two more. You didn't understand, why you were so interested by his personality, but something inside you shouted that you must to find his name.

"I know that your family has good tessen-warriors..." She nodded, so you continued. "Have you got blonde relative, who fight with gold fans?"

Misaki rubbed her sleeve. Her small eyebrows, which were shaped carefully, frowned a little.

"My apologies, but all people in our family have got only dark hair." Girl pointed at her hairdo, stretching little black strand. "I will ask my father about other tessen masters. Oh!" Misaki suddenly stood up. "Maybe, if you show me his technique, I will remember users of it."

You stood up. Inhaled deep, you have tried to repeat Upper Moon's motions. Misaki looked confused. When you finished, girl shrugged.

"It's strange. I have never seen anything like this. It can be European style..."

You shrugged, nervously rubbing back of your neck. You didn't care from which country this technique has came, more important was fact that you could repeat it with difficult. Your favorite weapon was katana, but you heard stories when only war fan saved his owner's life.

"Well...However, thanks for spending time with me!"

Misaki blushed.

"Y/N-san! Don't say such embarrassing things. All girls of this clan is happy just to see you in good health!" Her words made you giggling.

"Good night, Misaki-chan. Hope we'll meet soon." Before girl could answer, you have hidden in the dark corridor. Maybe it was rude, but you had heard somebody's talking near Misaki's room.

***

Calmness and silence. You spend only one quiet day after Red Light's district, before your father invited you to his estate.

Knocking of wheels was ringing in your head about few hours. You would like to ride a horse, but your father is famous daimio, and he decided that travelling by coach will be more safe for you. What a shame...

Sudden silence.

"Welcome, L/N-san!" Silence was broken with this loud cry.

Opened coach's door, you were greeted by two girl-servants and your father's second hand, tall old man with long silver hair. All bowed respectfully, so you gave them a weak smile and nodded. You have given your soldiers some requests about coach and horses, before your father's servants led your way to big manor. You inhaled deeply, calming yourself. Garden in the front of house was still gorgeous. You would like to bring flowers from there to your mother again.

***

Douma twirled f/c piece of fabric between his index and thumb. He was really confused by a lot of events in his cheesy life. On the one hand, he had orders from Muzan-sama and he should have done it quickly, but on the other Douma was interested in young warrior, who was hiding herself. He has seen a lot of strong girls because of his "profession", but woman-samurai? You had friends and they knew about your identity. He understood it from how they have been calling you.

Douma grinned, clenched his hand with a piece of kimono on it. He had too many questions about you and only one answer. "Y/N". He would have fun.

Doors opened, admitting two people.

"Daki-chan and Gyutaro-kun!" Douma hasn't stood up from cushions and only waved lazily for guest. His grin changed into fake friendly smile at the moment. Two young people bowed slightly.

"Douma, for what have you invited us?" One of them asked and crossed arms on her chest.

"My, my..." Douma wiped off small tear from his eye with long sleeve. "You didn't ask your adoptive father about his health...How rude..."

Male guest clenched teeth by annoyance. Girl sighed, shaking her long light hair.

"Master has given us orders, so please," Her voice tensed. "Tell us your request faster."

Douma hummed and flung peace of f/c fabric at girl. However, she quickly caught it and looked sharply on fabric.

"I want to know whose fabric is this." Blonde smiled again, fanning himself. "All information about this person. I believe in your power, my dear."

Guests kept silent. Man frowned.

"Muzan-sama gave us orders, so we will be able to satisfy your request few months after..." Gyutaro said harshly. Daki only shrugged in agreement, fixing her shirt.

Douma's smile dropped. Girl gulped, has looked how deep blonde's nails dug into soft cushion.

"Oh." Douma stopped fanning himself. "In that case, Muzan-sama would like to know about your little fault with Sound Pillar? Maybe he won't give you difficult orders in the future." Man gave guests wide smile, making them tremble. "I just care about you two, Upper Moon Six."

Daki felt how her tongue stuck and sweat started to cover her spine and neck. How he could find it? Only she and her brother knew about this...And it was only one fault! Daki's long colorful nails clung in shirt's fabric, cut it. Gyutaro's features didn't change, but his shaking hand issued him.

Suddenly, girl has fallen on the varnished floor and bend forward in low bow. Her limbs were still trembling.

"Douma-san..." Daki's voice was weak, she sobbing a little. "Please, forgive your foolish children for disrespect...I will find this person very soon!" Girl rose her face, begging. "I will do all what in my power...."

Floor has creaked. Gyutaro adopted a bowing pose like his sister. Douma only giggled on it lightly, scanning young people's fearful features.

"Oh, don't worry, Daki-chan! I always sure in my dear adopted children!"

***

Native estate's walls reminded you of childhood. You has smiled on thoughts about it. You remembered mother's sweet voice and your own laughs, when you two were playing there on the floor. And how your father was shocked by view of you with his katana in your small hands. You have been smiling brightly and mumbling about killing all shogun's enemies.

You gently touched wall, caressing it.

"L/N-sama is waiting for you." Servant, young boy, has bowed in front of you and reported. You sighed, hiding your hand and nodded.

[tireddal]

Her heart's flower {douma x reader}

•warnings: may include grammar (English isn't my mouther-language) and historical mistakes, female reader, prostitute's and human deaths mentions.•

Part 6: Return

"My, my...Little beauty has lost this." Douma carefully looked over pin and hid it under his robe. What a pity.

He has felt unknown feelings. On the one hand, Douma was calm as always, with happy and wide smile on his face, but on the other hand he felt something new and unpleasant. Jealousy and anger. How could these jerks took something from you, mostly when it's his present? His smile flinched, revealing sharp teeth.

"M-master..." Girl-servant doubtingly called for him, nervously rubbing her dark-blue skirt. "Your dress is ready..."

Douma's turning abruptly so that caused girl to sob loudly from fear. After this she quickly hid her mouth with small hands, which were in scars from hard work in brothel and went away, has bowed respectfully.

Man only sighed heavily, feeling boredom again. However, maybe this festival would give him some pleasant emotions?

***

You spent few days in family's estate. F/N didn't bother you because of a lot of land and manor deals, so you were relaxing most part of time. Sometimes you and L/N-sama have been eating together and talking about samurai's future. Rarely you wanted to talk about your childhood, but didn't know how your father would react on this, after M/N death he had become other person, so any mentions of her were making him furious and depressed.

Your hands healed a little, because of F/N advice to have a rest before hard times would come and a lot of help from his best healers. So, you were grateful and enjoyed calm evenings with books and green tea from yours lands.

Unlucky, you couldn't stay there forever.

Early in the one day your private servant has helped you to pack bags and change home clothes to travelling.

F/N has given you a weak smile and patted your shoulder, when you were staying near estate's gates. You bowed respectfully, than walked away, thinking about deals which were waiting you at Yuki's estate.

***

"Y/N!" Shiro happily cried out right in the moment when you have reached training corps, holding you an embrace of iron. Other men have already greeted you.

"A-ak-kyama..." You hardly wheezed out, patting his firm back. Takashi was standing behind you two, looking at your weak attempts to get free with restrained smile on his tired face.

"You're right in time, Y/N!" Shiro let you go, so you inhaled in relief, smiling weakly. Seeing his excited expression, you looked at Shiro with confusion.

"Tomorrow will start festival after Tokugawa." Takashi explained you. Akyama nodded, still smiling. Suddenly you hugged him, laughing genuinely. Shiro had understood you without words and started laughing too. Ishikawa looked at you two, mentally calling you both fantastic fools.

"Unbelievable..." Takashi mumbled, nervously tugging his long black hair. "Idiots. This festival is good chance to show our fight skills and loyalty, not..."

Shiro exhaled with growl, letting his hand lay on your shoulder. "What a snob! Of course it's a good chance to hang out!" Akyama huffed, so you only shrugged. For you it was a good chance for making two deals at the same time.

"Hm. Thanks for warm welcoming, but I should go." You slightly moved away from Shiro. "I have heard that I lost one of my bags, so I want to check it. Good luck you two!" Ishikawa nodded while Shiro let out heavy sigh, and you went to your room, had given friends gentle smile.

You slowly got into room, feeling somebody's presence. Sighed, you closed door. Unlucky, your favorite katana has been hidden in one of bags, and short knife was near tatami.

You have fixed clothes and stepped further, clenching fists and looking around.

"Come out!" You hissed. Something has moved and you caught dark silhouette behind yourself. Quickly have turned around, you yanked somebody out of the darkness, feeling strong body in your hold. Man hadn't given you time to think enough-his heavy fist shot near your head while he was trying to escape. You inhaled and tried to undercut him, but trick worked out little bit wrong, and you fell on the cold floor with "guest", who have yelped soundless. Otherwise, you didn't waste time and caught his in grip, squeezing his neck with all of your power.

"Y-Y/N-chan?" Man croaked. His gaze met yours. Obviously, these pale-violet eyes could belong only to Fukuda clan.

"Kami! Yuki!" You released him from your hold, and man swallowed hardly, inhaling more air. You quickly rose up and fired some candles. Yuki hasn't been laying on the floor anymore. He chuckled and sat on tatami, lazily reaching out his limbs.

"Y/N, I have something to tell you." Yuki closely looked at you, who has sat opposite him. "Somebody has stolen pin."

You stared at him with wide eyes.

"Impossible. Fukuda's estate has three stages of protection, every entrance always has some guards. How could it happened? Have you told Yasuhiro-sama about that?"

He shook his head, crossing arms.

"It would create too much problems for us. Firstly, I thought about you, but then I had known that you have come in family estate. However..." Yuki closed his eyes, nervously squeezing fabric of his clothes. "I verified your room with Misaki's help...Sorry..." Black-haired man bowed low in the front of you.

"Urgh...Well, you give me few hours to hang out on the tomorrow's festival and i will forgive you. Now rise." You patted his shoulder, smiling.

'I haven't found anything. I checked some other rooms, but nothing. Guards haven't left entrances, and nobody from women's side has seen this stranger. Masterfully." He chuckled, exhaled. "Kami. I'm fool..."

"Oi!" You shout at him, looking with a scowl. "Is you a proud warrior and honor of Fukuda clan or just a cry-baby?! If you want to find pin then drop acting like that."

Yuki looked at you in unbelief. Slowly he has raised up from tatami and let out a sad snicker.

"Often and often I think about you as a clan leader, Y/N." You gulped, being shocked by his words. He shrugged and went away, leaving you alone. Door has creaked.

You hugged yourself. Too much problems, too much...