#fgo douman

[amaiba]

Douman in Skadi's outfit. It was funnier in my head

[careyfell59]

Doman, Richard, takasugi, Rengoku and Ibuki!male

[the-belial]

Please im begging you, i want some FGO mutuals, other platforms are so dead i feel alone </3

[pinnings]

I can’t believe I hardly shared pics of Douman! I made him last October. He was such a challenging plush to make, I got to use a lot of techniques on him: hand and machine embroidery and sewing, gradient dyeing, complex htv (which is holographic to mimic the fire/molten look), etc.

There are some things I would approach differently now, but overall I’m happy with the results! (He was a private comm & nfs.)

[noctiferdrawsstuff]

artwork I did for the fate felidae zine!

[sweetie-skulls]

He is so cat

[yue-chan077]

( #FGO )

Happy 3rd year of implementation Douman ! 🖤💚✨

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I honestly wanna say that--- I wish he's in my Chaldea- cause he's not 👁️👄👁️👍✨ but ! to me he's still one of the characters that has a unique charm out there !

esp his fascinating hair-- what the 🤸✨

I realized I have this douman sitting around my gallery for a long time now ! 😭✨ today is such a perfect opportunity to post it ! cause why not!

Once again I am calling for people who knows FGO bahah-- if you are- ya all very cool ✨✨

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that's all for today ! probably be back with another wip soon ! look forward! have a great day !

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(DO NOT REPOST USE PRINT TRACE MY ARTWORK)

#FGO

[tirabeesu]

I contributed to the T/M body horror zine with a painting of my evil wife and their many optional body parts. get the entire zine for free today!! as organized by @fatedtime

[ragefilledseaurchin]

Today, we rejoice.

[gaminggoth]

it isn't, sadly 🥲

[jhessail]

Two servants are definitely enjoying Fate/Samurai more than others.

[fandom-go-round]

Office Romance: Ashiya Douman x Reader

You're the new kid in the mail room and everything is going smoothly. Even the CEO seems to like you! Hopefully you can keep it up, especially when you lose his package.

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Oral Sex, Implied Dom/Sub, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Implied Pain Kink, Size Kink, Rough Sex

Part Two of the 3000 follower giveaway! I hope you enjoy!

            The first time you meet, you’re training with your new boss on the job. You’d been hired as a mail room associate, the newest in a long line of failed hires. You hadn’t asked too many questions, more desperate for the job than you wanted to admit. Now, a few days later, you were trying to keep up as your boss showed you around the high rise.

            “The big bosses like to have their mail hand delivered.” Your boss gestures to a wall of neat looking mailboxes and you nod, watching as he begins to unload the little cart. “Your last job of the day will be to deliver the mail up here. Once that’s done, you can head home. You can finish up here.”

            Your boss walks away to do something and you start to unload, humming a little as you do so. The mail is in neat little piles and it’s easy to see what belongs to who. Someone clears their throat behind you and you jump, turning to see a man. He’s tall, much taller than you with cold eyes. You quickly get out of his way, watching him take his mail. A. Douman. Huh. What a hottie.

            You finish up the deliveries and wait for your boss, watching the hot CEO guy walk back to his office. The end of your day comes quickly and you don’t think much of it, exhausted after learning so much new stuff. The next few weeks will be tiring but, hopefully, worth the effort.

            The front of the mail room becomes your responsibility and you do your best to keep it tidy. It’s not great. Ok its not organized in the least but you’re trying! There are neat piles everywhere and a method to your madness. Your boss looks like he wants to scold you but all he does is sigh and shake his head. None of you get paid enough to care more.

            Douman comes down one morning because he has a special package request. You have his package, you know you do, but its hard to find past the other stacks of boxes. You swear he’s going to fire you by the twitching of his eyes but he never complains, thanking you before walking off. It takes a long time before you figure out; he was staring at your ass the entire time you bent over.

            The two of you go back and forth like this for weeks. Douman comes down to the mail room to get extra packages and you deliver mail to his office in the afternoons. Soon, you’re happily chatting with him when you see him, everyone else looking terrified. Douman is a stickler in the office but somehow you never see that side of him. He’s kind and polite and never gives you any issues.

            Does any of this help with your crush? No, not at all. You had no idea that CEOs could be that ripped and it doesn’t look like he works out. He always seems to stand just a little taller when you talk. You can’t help admiring him; he has such nice broad shoulders. Douman, of course, notices but doesn’t call you out about your staring.

            He likes you, even if your organization skills make him want to faint. You’re so upbeat its infectious, even when it should annoy him. He can’t help but seek you out more and more. Finally, he’s going to follow through with his plan and you won’t be able to resist him.

            It’s late, super late, on a Friday. You had stayed over to finish up some tasks before a much-needed vacation. You were mildly panicked when, halfway through the door, you got a call from Douman asking you to bring a package up. The issue? He didn’t have a package toady.

            You tear the mail room apart looking for this package. Under tables, on the shelves, everywhere. No sign of this package. Eventually you realized you were never going to find it and head up to Douman’s office, ready to face the music.

            It was a long walk to the top and Douman was waiting, the door to his office open. You poke your head in, the CEO giving you a smile. You give a half smile back, nerves shooting up your spine. He waved you in, standing up from behind the desk.

            “Come in come in dear.” You slide into the office, closing the door behind you. Douman smirks, just a little but quickly makes a face of concern. “Is something wrong?”

            “Well, I’m sorry sir but I couldn’t find your package.” Douman let out a hum, watching you shift your weight back and forth. There are a few moments of silence before be gestures for you to sit. You sit, watching as he rounds the desk and stands in front of you. He’s so tall, you don’t know if you’re intimated or turned on.

            “I have something to confess.” The smirk was back on his face and you swallowed as he leaned over, arm braced on the back of the chair. He leaned closer, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “I lied.”

            Your eyes widened and you didn’t have time to move, Douman kissing you hard. You gasped against his mouth and he slid his tongue against yours. He moaned as you shuddered, your arms wrapping around his neck. It all clicked for you as he got onto his knees, moving between your legs. He wanted as excuse; you were completely alright with that.

            He wasted no time in stripping you, unbuttoning your shirt so he could play with your tits. Your bra was in the way but he didn’t seem to mind, mouthing at them through the fabric. You whimpered, grinding against the seat and did your best to undo his tie. He let you struggle, chuckling against your breasts before taking your pants off.

            Things were moving quickly and it felt wonderful, to have him calling the shots. All you saw was the flash of his smirk before he was eating your out, panties thrown somewhere in the room. You moaned, fingers sinking into his hair as you bucked against his face, mouth open as you gasped. Your nipples hardened in the colder air and Douman’s hands wrapped around your thighs to pull you closer. He ate you out like a starving man, all tongue and teeth and heat.

            You were afraid you would cum against his mouth and it took a few good tugs on his scalp before he pulled away. His pupils were blown and he groaned as you gave a gentler tug on his hair.

            “Please, I want you inside me.” You were happy to beg if it would get you want you wanted. Douman kissed you hard, letting you taste yourself before tugging you towards the desk. It was already clear, something you hadn’t noticed before and it sent a thrill down your spine that he had been planning this.

            You continued to make out as you stripped Douman out of his shirt, running your hands across each section of available skin. He really was gorgeous. You kissed down his neck, tugging at his belt as he pulled his pants off. Part of you wondered if you should slow down, talk about this but then Douman was pushing into you and all you could think about was his cock.

            Holy fuck was he big. You felt like he was in your throat with how deep he pushed. You wailed, head hitting the desk and he chuckled, sliding your bra off to join the rest of your clothes. He didn’t wait for you to adjust and you loved it, the hard thrusts and bruising grip on your hips. It felt like he was trying to mold you, mark you, and you loved every second.

            You were going to cum soon, your fingers circling your clit as Douman watched. He smirked when you met his eyes, rolling his hips just right so you whimpered. Your other hand clung to his arm planted on the desk, the wood creaking but holding. Your orgasm hit hard, your moan dying in your throat as you rocked towards him. Douman groaned, eyes locked on your face as you came.

            He pulled out and began to stroke himself, muttering to himself as he did so. You think you heard ‘such a good girl’ and ‘fucking perfect’ as you slid onto the floor. Douman’s eyes widened as you stuck your tongue out and it only took one more stroke before he was cumming over your face. He let out a satisfied sigh, both of you coming off of your highs. Douman went around the desk to grab a wipe, offering you a hand once he was back.

            You smiled as he helped you off the floor, taking a moment to breathe. There was a conversation that had to be had, no doubt, but you were confident things were going to turn out just fine.

[caffstrink]

FGO august dump

[25lanc]

Cutting line

[msfate]

To add on

Clown acquired

[idliketochill]

D rank endurance