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teddy-yandere · 2 years ago

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Hey is it ok for you to write an angst? If yes.. How will Yandere, Kokushibo, Douma, and muzan deal with a female s/o that suddenly disappear without a trace ( I love your writings by the way!!! Please don't stop!!!) oh if it's not ok for you to write an angst please ignore this or delete this request!!

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✧*ﾟ WARNING ✧*ﾟ will contain dark themes ( ANGST )

Characters = Kokushibou , Douma , Muzan

A / N = I haven’t written Douma in FOREVER - so needless to say , I was very excited when I got this request !! I have not proofread this so , Enjoy !!

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Kokushibou

★ I have a deep feeling that Kokushibou would be very confused if his darling suddenly disappeared. He would almost be in denial because - c’mon , he is an upper moon demon. He is the second most powerful demon alive !!

★ Knowing Kokushibou , he would have made sure that you had no way of escaping him. He is the type of Yandere who would never fully trust you ( if that makes any sense ).

★ He always had that sinking feeling that one day , you might escape him .

★ It didn’t matter how many times you told him “ I love you “. He would never completely trust you .

★ From the second he walked into the empty room , he knew that you were gone.

★ But that does not stop him from turning the place upside down. Kokushibou would be screaming your name for hours - continuously searching for you. It was almost like you vanished in thin air .

★ That being said , despite Kokushibou’s cold personality, I have a feeling that he would deeply grieve your missing presence.

★ His estate feels empty without you. He did truly love you ( in his own twisted way ). He slowly fall into a downwards spiral.

★ I don’t think he would ever mentally recover from you disappearing. He will never get the closure / comfort on knowing what happened to you .

Douma

★ Douma stans are going to hate me for this post istg

★ I promise I don’t hate Douma , I am just being honest .

★ It was a cool , calm morning , and Douma softly grunted , as he tried to pull you closer to him on the bed - only their was a small problem .

★ You weren’t on the bed . Douma sat up and looked around for you with a confused look spread across his face.

★” come out darling “

★ When he realized that you actually were not hiding from him , he was pissed. His typically calm personality suddenly changed to pure anger.

★ Similarly, to Kokushibou, Douma will turn his estate upside down looking for you. He will also threaten the lower moons to go find you.

★ When he realizes that you are actually gone ( after many months of looking for you ) , he just tries to forget about you.

★ He will put your clothes , and belongings on his bed , and snuggle into them. He is very scared that he might forget you.

★ Although Douma is typically emotionless , he will let out a couple of tears.

Muzan

★ It had been a completely normal day for Muzan. It was looking forward to seeing you. Lately, it had seems like you had been distancing yourself from him.

★ Anyone that knows Muzan , knows that he absolutely hates when his darling is being “ difficult “.

★ As he was approaching your room , he was thinking about all the things he could say to make you feel more comfortable around him.

★ He wishes you would love him already. As he stood outside of your room , he started to adjust his tie to make sure he looked just as perfect as always.

★ So imagine his surprise when he opened the door and found you gone. He tried his best not freak out. He looked all around the room just to make sure that you were not hiding.

★ Once he was sure you were gone , he called a emergency upper moon meeting and basically demanded that they find you or else.

★ Let’s just say that you will not be missing for long. It doesn’t matter how you disappeared, he will find you.

★ Once Muzan does find you, let’s just say that you will be isolated from him for a while. He wants you to feel the same pain he felt when you left him.

★ He hopes that you learned a lesson and will never try to escape him again or else there will be extreme consequences for your actions.

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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3

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obutsuwrites · 3 years ago

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devotion (douma x f!reader)

summary: His pet watched as the metal was heated. Douma held the poker like it was precious; watching in delight. Black steel turning dangerously red was quite the show. Certainly, his excitement was sweetened by… her. Even now, Douma was sure she regarded him with disinterest. She would learn this was to her benefit.

"Are you excited, little one?" Douma mused.

She simply nodded, words unable to form. Her savior finally saw her bare. Heat bloomed across her face. She wanted his hands to roam her body and learn every curve. Waiting for his touch left an ache in her chest. Her breathing came out in spurts. The room felt too hot -- too humid.

warnings: blood and injury, mild gore, vaginal fingering, cults, public humiliation, branding, yandere elements, dismemberment, loss of fingers, smut, etc. etc.

word count: 3.3k

shoutout to @calslaundry for the beta read

a/n: hello friends, apologies for the lack of content! i haven't written in a while + this my first kny fic 😭

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She came to him in a miserable state -- her delicate body broken. Blood, like ribbons, flowed from her stomach. The wound was deep and hideous. Yet, the woman before him wore a serene expression, as if unaware of her current state. The sight brought amusement to Douma. His thin lips pulled into the phantom of a grin. Rainbow eyes dilated and focused on her pitiful form.

Behind her bounded a man; his skin filthy and caked in dried crimson. He looked disheveled, as if the listless woman struggled. Sweat kept his hair slick across his forehead. In his hand, his shaky little human hand, was a butcher knife.

"Stay out of this! She's…" The man trails off, waiting for the words to materialize, "My wife." The word sounds slimy, uncomfortable, coming from him. To punctuate his love, a calloused hand gripped the woman.

No sound came from her. Perhaps, she was his wife. Douma continued to observe the dramatic affair; fingers laced together. His expression was nothing less than curious. A carnal morbidity he wanted to see through.

Suddenly, the woman collapsed. Her skin lacked the rosy pigment so beloved by mortals. The man stumbled and instinctively cradled her wound. Disgust formed onto his features -- the man seemingly unaware of her state.

Douma felt blood drumming in his ears. This tiny, injured woman came to him near death, but didn't utter a single grievance. She had remained stoic despite her hideous wound. "Leave her."

Without a second thought, the man abandoned his would-be wife. His rapid footfalls echoed down the hall as Douma examined his pet. He noted how elegant her kimono was -- its silk now reddened and ruined. Douma believed the blood complimented her, and brought out her softness. Softness Douma wanted to destroy.

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Her eyes adjusted to the darkness slowly. The room was unlike her little hovel. Innate gold and rubies were encrusted within every aspect; nothing less of excess. A room fit for a god. Perhaps this was her afterlife. Delicate fingers prodded her stomach -- the flesh swollen and blemished. Her fingertips brushed against the barb of wire. Lifting the simple Yukata, the woman noticed how intricate the stitching was. Black wire woven into itself to mimic the intricate shape of a flower.

"You're awake, my dear friend!" The voice was cheerful and deep. The sound not unlike the rumble in a summer storm.

Silence marked their conversation.

Floorboards creaked; a sign her mysterious caretaker was advancing. "Is my dear friend deaf?" This time, the man's voice held annoyance. A blatant disregard for his kind words left a rotten taste in the demon's mouth.

"I apologize for the trouble I caused you," she confessed, head level with the floor. The newly stitched woman was bowing before him. Had she hoped to mimic his congregation?

Unlike his devotees, her body didn't shake. No, her insignificant form stayed rigid. The slender curve of her back was straight, eyes still regarding the floor. Truthfully, Douma found himself savoring the view of this mortal. She seemed so obedient -- so unafraid of him.

The damned sentence stumbled last Douma's lips, "Stay with us; with me." Suddenly, the woman sensed a large hand atop her head, "You need to heal, my friend."

Tears began to foam at her eyes -- this man's kindness was unfamiliar. This rainbow eyed stranger not only stitched up her broken body, but offered sanctuary.

"Thank you." Douma noted the monotonousness of her voice. Here this pitiful woman was, her briny tears reeking, and yet she remained stoic. The scent was pleasant; as if crushed roses and salt had been mixed. Douma had noticed her blood carried a similar scent.

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The days that followed were… familiar. Her days fell into structure. First, worship in the morning. Then, chores and her first meal followed by more chores. Finally, as dusk settled, her makeshift family gathered within the main hall for a special dinner. However, the dinner wasn't any fundamentally different. The menu still consisted of rich meats and exotic fruits, but their meal was special because of him.

At the end of their long, gold flecked table sat the rainbow eyed Douma. His face carried his typical jubilant expression. A soft smile graced his face -- leaving his eyes bright and lively. He watched his flock with interest, his eyes all too often falling upon his wounded pet. 'Pet' seemed to fit this woman far more than any word; she was compliant. The woman finished every task created for her. Her devotion to him -- only him -- brought a budding flush to his cheeks.

It was true the women of his cult would die for him. Their single-minded loyalty was stereotypical, expected. They chose to bleed for him, but once faced with their own mortality, his devotees lost steam. And yet this harpy had bled at his feet -- asked for his forgiveness.

Douma watched as the woman carefully gripped her chopsticks. Her hands were slender, and as soft as blooming flowers. In another world, Douma would have described her as delicate, but all the demon could feel was disdain. There was something so innocent about her fingers. Douma's eyes continued to flick between her face and hands. Such soft things devoid of callouses -- devoid of humanity.

His mind didn't typically race like this. Images of this woman seemed to plague him during dinner. She was a sickness that he couldn't shake. Her body had infiltrated him -- illustrating fantasies of him breaking her fingers and laughing as he ate them. Would she finally scream, finally allow herself emotion? Or would she succumb to him?

Douma's thin lips curled into a grin.

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"I don't want to ruin the elaborate textiles, sir." It was a habit to call him sir as her eyes bore into the floor. The woman acted like she was… unworthy to even glance at the demon. She seemed to make herself scarce when Douma was around. But now, she was forced ⁸to meet his face. Forced to tailor his clothing, despite the woman having no seamstress experience.

Douma didn't mind if his clothes were ruined. He merely wanted to observe his pet create with her hands.

A large hand rested atop her head, "Do not worry, my dear friend! I picked you for this. Do you not trust my judgement?" His question was more of a test than anything. He wanted to see more of her sickened devotion to him.

"I trust you," the woman replied, her hands buried in rich fabric. His clothes made her hands itch. Yet, she hid any discomfort. This was a task bestowed upon her -- it was the least she could do. This man had saved her life.

In the corner of his view, Douma saw it, the phantom of a smile. His emotionless pet still held humanity. However, the happiness stopped at her lips. Nothing seemed to reach her eyes.

"That expression suits you," his breath tickled her ear, "little one." The sensation of him -- his warmth was enough to quicken her pulse. A blush rose to her cheeks.

Before she could thank him, Douma vanished. She wanted to glance into his chromatic eyes. They held a light she hadn't noticed before. Something so spectacular and light.

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Darkness naturally crept into Douma's eyes. The demon couldn't pinpoint a moment of emotion. It was as if he was born void of humanity. Perhaps that was his reason for being so disgustingly soft upon this woman.

She was in a tangled mess before him; eyes perpetually to the floor. The more he saw her like this -- the more Douma longed for her gaze. He was the only one worthy of her.

"This little runt broke the vase, my lord." Beside his little pet stood a woman; one of his most devoted. Yet, her very voice annoyed him.

Douma shifted in his throne, "What of it?" His face was contorted into happiness, but there was a callousness to him. A viper waiting in the grass.

The woman's expression hardened.

"Shouldn't she be punished, my lord?" Her question wasn't more than a whisper. This was common for his most loyal of followers; cowardly mortals that were afraid of him.

Douma leaned forward, his rainbow eyes lacking any compassion, "Are you telling me what to do?"

"N-no! I'd never, my lord! Please -- please forgive me, Lord Douma!" Her pleas flowed like a river; excuse upon excuse. Douma used to take pleasure in a maiden's distress. Now, he simply felt bored -- empty.

Certainly punishing his pet and maiming her would bring relief. Mortals were for his enjoyment, after all.

"Stand up," Douma commanded.

His voice sounded of the gods; nectar too sweet for human ears. His wounded pet felt heat rise to her cheeks. Gently, she assumed a knelt position, hands folded in her lap. They looked so delicate, so perfect for him. Saliva pooled in his mouth. His fantasy of her seemed unending.

"Sit," the demon motioned to his feet. "You are to stay until I find a suitable punishment, my dear friend." Without hesitation, his pet assumed her position. Her hands were now clear in Douma's view, tiny things clasped together.

As if satisfied, his devotee blended back into the crowd.

Even his presence was warmth; she could feel his radiance. Lord Douma was the opposite of her husband -- his chromatic eyes held nothing but comfort. He had opened his home to her, and allowed her to join his congregation. He was the sun; bright and nourishing.

His pet felt as if her heart would burst. Being this close to him -- to Lord Douma was almost overwhelming. He practically dwarfed her; his frame tall and muscular. Lord Douma's presence was suffocating above her. Lewd flashes of her savior played on loop. Silver hair slicked back, his bare chest on display, muscles flexing.

Quickly, she looked away from the demon with a silent curse on her lips.

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Several days pass. Douma's pet had yet to leave his side. Her punishment was decided the second day she sat at his feet, but Douma found her presence… human. Slowly, she brought forth an emotion; serenity. Her very breathing seemed to lull him. In another life, she would have made a man very happy.

The demon's eyes shifted to his maiden. Her face was stoic as ever. She looked… Miserable? The thought made Douma's blood burn; sitting between his feet was a privilege. No other woman of the cult had been so close to him before.

Douma's thick brows knitted together in annoyance, "We should prepare for your punishment, shouldn't we?" Plastered on his face was the smile she yearned for.

"Yes, my lord."

Douma clapped his hands. Suddenly, his harem of women began to spill into the room. They looked to him like god; eyes wide and wanting. He cherished his cult for their devotion, something that would benefit him today.

He tilted his head and pointed, "Strip her." Douma's instruction was materialized before him. Her body laid in the brood of his women. Bruises marked her body like bee stings; his most devoted had such vicious means. Her exquisite yukata was ruined. Shreds hung to her trembling form.

She made him sick.

"Hold her down, my dear friends~!" Douma's feigned happiness crinkled at his eyes. To any nonbeliever, he looked human, yet his followers knew better. They knew behind the facade was a monster; a man bent on misery. "Bring me the brand."

His pet watched as the metal was heated. Douma held the poker like it was precious; watching in delight. Black steel turning dangerously red was quite the show. Certainly, his excitement was sweetened by… her. Even now, Douma was sure she regarded him with disinterest. She would learn this was to her benefit.

"Are you excited, little one?" Douma mused.

The demon sauntered over to his pet, the brand now smoking. "Stay still," he murmured. It was her shred of justice before Douma plunged the brand between her breasts. First there was silence. Then came a cry unlike any before. Loud. Anguished. Heart wrenching. It was the sound of his pet bearing her soul. Something so private, meant only for him.

He pressed the metal further into her flesh. Burnt skin reached his nostrils; her scent wasn't unlike roasted boar. Rich, gamey. His mind painted her nude and covered in sake. Underneath his regalia, Douma felt blood rush to his cock. Douma looked at her, waiting for another cry. Yet, she regained composure. Her skin was balmy and she trembled.

Finally, her eyes met his. Douma sees the hint of relief -- as if she wanted this. "L-lord Douma," she slurred. His gaze shifted to her lips; anticipating her speech. Nothing left her except a heave. A soft little noise before she passed out, limp and vulnerable. Somehow, Douma felt sorry for her.

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The woman woke with a jolt; air burning her lungs. Gasping, she took inventory of the dimly lit room. The space was more of the caricature of a room. It was a bedroom, but looked almost unlived in. Everything was too perfect. The realization came as she touched her chest. This was Lord Douma's private quarters. A place reserved for his most devoted.

...and here she was, laying in his bed.

Her chest was tender. The skin was charred and bandaged. She wondered if Lord Douma himself had treated her. The fantasy brought a flush to her cheeks. She fingered the wound; gentle to trace its shape. Between her breasts was a delicate lotus; her body marked forever.

"I can hear you, my dearest friend," his voice sounded like rainfall after a drought. "Come. Bring me more sake."

Beside the futon was a gourd. The object was heavy; enough for two hands if not more. Truthfully, his pet struggled to lift it. The liquid inside sloshed around like the sea. It carried a sweet smell. Fruity. Radiant. The scent reminded the woman of Lord Douma.

Soft humming filtered into the room, the source not far. Practically dragging the sake, his pet ventured towards the sound. Towards him.

With the push of a door came humidity and steam. The atmosphere was sticky and too warm. Lord Douma had created a swamp instead of a bath.

His booming tone shook the room, "Come closer, little one." The phrase sent goosebumps up her spine.

She continued to drag the gourd across slick tile. His pet didn't want to make a fool of herself. However, with each step came unequal footing. She wobbled, trying to keep her grace and sake intact. One particularly heavy footfall was miscalculated. She fell onto the porous ground with a sharp bang; the gourd in pieces at her feet.

"Clumsy, aren't we, little one?" His tone is lousy with arousal. The sentence vibrated from his chest.

"I'm sor--"

Douma only uttered a simple phrase, "Join me, my pet."

Her legs moved without authority. Douma had complete agency over her; bewitching his prey. It was the kindness she deserved, after all. She was his most devoted -- his most prized slab of meat. Partially, Douma believed she was plagued with bad luck. First the damned woman is stabbed, then she falls desperately into his lap. She was a fawn -- clumsy and aching for attention.

Muscles were the first thing she noticed, followed shortly by ashen hair. Somehow, his chromatic eyes still shined within the haze. He had to be a deity -- someone special.

Quickly, she averted her eyes. This sight wasn't meant for a mortal like her. Crimson hung to her cheeks like warpaint, the woman more blush than skin. His pet removed her yukata without ceremony. The elaborate fabric crumpled at her feet. Douma felt air pitch in his chest and blood rush to his cock.

"Sit in my lap."

His lover looked at him; her eyes curious and wanting and wide, pupils dilated. She shuffled into the bath, like a babe taking its first steps. Gingerly, she sat beside him. A hiss escaped her lips as the hot water meets her burn. Mortals -- as Douma knew -- were devoted to a fault.

A cold arm encompassed her waist. Douma pulled the mortal closer, her smell mixing with the bath. Saliva dotted at the corners of his mouth. His polite aurora seemed to drop -- the predator now before her. "It's okay, little one," his breath tickled her neck, "you can relax. You're safe."

Safe. He was safe. Her body untensed in his grip. The woman leaned into him, her bare back pressed into his chest. Her rapid heartbeat echoed into Douma; his body rang with her life force. It hurt to hold her like this. His instincts demanded he tear her apart, her blood diluting the water. Yet, he resisted. Instead, he took inventory of her hands. They were tender -- fragile. His broad hands engulfed hers as he rubbed circles into her palms.

Douma -- with grace -- lifted her fore and middle finger into his mouth. His fawn exhaled a gasp. The sudden movement caused her to wobble atop his knee. A hand rubbed her stomach, as if to provide comfort. Slobber leaked down her hand. Lord Douma's saliva. She wanted to bring the spit covered hand to her chest -- to feel a part of him. Douma sucked at her fingers. His tongue rolled over her knuckles and savored her.

"Lord Douma --"

Her words hung in muggy air. Only one sound penetrated through the room; a sob. The woman's blood mixed with unholy drool. In Douma's mouth were two delicate fingers -- her fingers. The sudden pang subsided, yet her heart continued to race. She was stuck; fear had collapsed in her veins. Her weak, mortal body shook. The sensation was uncontrollable.

"Stay still, my pet," Douma mused, his voice obstructed by gore. He refused to relent; his tone still cheery. Her body demanded she move, but her mind screamed for him. Torn between heart and brain, she quaked in his lap. Her hand fell limp into the bath water. Red blossomed beside her.

Douma's hands trailed down her body, as if to memorize her shape. His cockhead ached for stimulation -- for her. Without the air of a lord, Douma shifted his pet, her cunt now exposed to the heat. Carefully, he removed her disembodied fingers from his mouth. "Let me take care of you." His words were little more than a command -- no -- a threat.

Harshly, the demon shoved a finger into her cunt; the very finger he bit off. Disgust and lust bubbled together in her stomach. Naive eyes looked down as Douma pumped into her. A bloodied chin rested on his pet's shoulder. His humming vibrated into her bones. Thunderous. Awful.

Heat bloomed between her thighs. Lewd sounds of her core bounced off the walls. She bit her lip, stubborn and refusing to give into the demon.

Rainbow eyes drifted to her face, "Are you not satisfied, little one?" His tone faltered before a second finger jams into her soaking cunt. The woman's mouth betrayed her. Out came a wanton moan. Loud and squealing. Douma's face contorted into a grin, his breath beating upon her. "What's that? You want me to go faster~?" His pace burst into an almost hellish speed. The fingers hit her walls, scissoring her entrance. Douma acted as if he knew her very body. Roughly, he tweaked her nipple. Another cry pierced the air; his reward for her devotion.

"Come for me," Douma commanded, heavy humming now vibrating her jaw. "Show me your devotion." His voice wasn't more than a whisper, yet she felt the warmth between her thighs explode. The bundle in her stomach dissipated into bliss; eyes closed and breathing even.

Douma rubbed her cheek. This was perhaps his only action of humanity -- of charity. As his most devoted, she was worthy.

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teddy-yandere · 2 years ago

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Hi I'm just new to your blog I really admire how you write!!! Oh BTW how would yanderes ( Douma, Akaza, Kokushibo) react to a reader who is from the modern world and then one day the yanderes kidnapped the darling but the darling doesn't mind their yandere tendencies as long as they have their phone ( to be honest I can't live without my phone huhuhu📱📱📱)

- Telephone -

✧*ﾟ WARNING ✧*ﾟ will contain dark themes

Character = Douma , Akaza , Kokushibou

A / N = Personally , I have a obsession with my phone - so this post was very relatable to write lmao ! I have not proofread this , Enjoy !

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Douma

★ To his surprise , it was incredibly easy for him to kidnap you from your world . ( don’t ask me how he did it )

★ First off - Douma is very curious about your little obsession

★ I think he was expecting you to have a couple of weird “ quirks “. ( considering that fact that you were from another universe ).

★ I do see Douma getting a little jealous of all the attention you give your little device .

★ Douma will probably steal it when he feels like you are not giving him the attention he DESERVES .

★ Although , he does appreciate the fact that you don’t mind his yandere tendencies.

★ It didn’t really matter how well you behave , he will end up destroying your precious phone one way or another .

★ BUT DONT BE DISCOURAGED!!-

★ Douma will still find a way to make it up to you ( unlike the other demons in this post ).

★ He will offer you many expensive items , and gifts that the people from his cult offer to him

Akaza

★ Unlike Douma - Akaza is not going to be so forgiving about his darling’s little “ obsession “.

★ He is going to destroy it no matter what.

★ As soon as he gets you into his possession , he is going to strip you of any luxuries you had in your world.

★ When he first found your phone , he stared at it with a disgusted stare before destroying it , and throwing it over his shoulders ( despite your protests )

★ He will be very confused when you start ignoring him.

★ I do think he is too stubborn to apologize to you.

★ Similarly to Douma , Akaza will try to win back some of your love by getting you expensive gifts .

★ He will get you many clothes made with the finest silk known to man( and demon )

Kokushibou

★ This post is going to be soo small istg

★ Kokushibou is not going to be putting up with any of your bullcrap

★ He is going to take your phone , and you are never going to see it again.

★ This man has the audacity to ask for cuddles after he literally destroyed your phone in front of your eyes.

★ Kokushibou really doesn’t understand why you are so mad.

︎ ★ that’s it sorry angels

︎ ★ I got lazy

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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3

Have a nice Day / Night ~

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teddy-yandere · 3 years ago

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Hello, can you so Yan! Douma x human reader? Where Douma forces himself to the reader and she doesn’t like it at all. She never had fallen in love with Douma and one day, the reader was able to escape and she knows that she is dying slowly.

So, when the son was born. Her son was a half-demon and surprisingly (y/n)’s son can survive under the heat of the sun. (Y/n) trained her son to be her last student also she’s one of the Hashiras. Because (y/n) knows she is growing weaker and weaker.

On (y/n) last day, she told her son everything about his father was a demon, who assaulted her because Douma felt something towards (y/n).

And her child swears revenge, the moment (y/n)’s son fought Douma.

Douma tells them that their fighting style is the same as a certain person and (y/n)’s child spilled the beans about being his son and vows revenge on him.

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⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A/N = Feel free to request any characters you want. I write for many different fandoms , all you have to do is scroll to the bottom of this post and pick what fandom and character you want me to write for and send me a request. My inbox is always open so feel free to chat with me!! <3

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• Douma never really felt what “ love “ was until he met you. Unfortunately for you , you did not feel the same way about Douma. To be honest you were fucking terrified of Douma ( who wouldn’t ). You were born into the cult. Ever since you could remember, your entire life revolves around this demon named Douma.

• You obviously hated him and thought he was the most evil thing to ever exist. Multiple time , Douma had confessed his undying love for you and multiple times you had rejected him. You loved to reject him. You loved to see the evil demon’s heart break. Let’s just say that you rejected him one to many times.

• You honestly cannot remember anything from that one night where you got pregnant. All you can remember was how sick you felt after the fact. This demon was pure evil. After your son was born , you tried your best to raise him as far away from Douma as you possibly could , but the was proven to be very impossible.

• Douma was very curious about your son and thought he was some sort of miracle. Douma really wanted your son to become a uppermoon with his dad . Douma was also very clingy to you and your son , even though you openly said how much you hated him and wished him to die a painful death. Once your son was old enough to understand d the situation, you told him that he needs to escape this cult and never look back. When he asked you why you wouldn’t come with him , all you said was that Douma would kill the both of you if he found out.

• As you had suspected , when Douma found out that your son ran away , and that you were the one who told him too , he killed you in the most gruesome and torturous way. Your wonderful son could swear he could hear your screams of agony , even though he was miles away.

• It was that moment that he swore to avenge his beautiful and kind mother. He promised himself he will kill Douma ( his father ). Your son was very smart , and he knew that the only way that he would be able to avenge you was if he joined the Demon Slayer Corps. Because he was half - demon , he would have to prove himself trustworthy to the pillars. Lucky for him , they took a liking towards him and helped him train strong and hard. ( for reference he is about the same age as Tanjiro and Zenitsu ).

• After a couple of years , your son had managed to secure himself a spot as the “ Frost Hashira “ ( get the reference lmao ). Your son was able to form a breathing style because he used to watch you practice ( when you were alive ) and also because of his blood demon art .

• This made him extremely powerful and fast. In hindsight, he was one of the most powerful demon hunters to every exist, but was it enough to avenge his mother , and kill Douma , his father ?? We shall see.

• It was the final battle , your son had come to assist Kanao and Inosuke. At first Douma did not notice your son, it was not until your son yelled out “ just give up already you half- assed bastard “! Douam froze. Douam remembered that you used to called him that all the time.

• Douma stared at your sons face in disbelief, he looked just like his beautiful y/n. Your son looked like a copy of you. The only thing that even hinted that your son was related to Douma , was your sons rainbow colored eyes. Not only that , but your son used the same style of breathing that you used to do ( before Douma kidnapped and forced you into his cult ). Douma did not realize how powerful your breathing style was , until your son swung his sword towards Doumas neck.

• Never in the history of Demon Slayers has a single swordsmen landed a fatal blow to a upper moon two. Once Douma was gone , you son looked up to the sky and smiled , he had finally avenged his beautiful mother , he hopes you were proud of him. <33

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Thanks for reading Darling !! <3

Feel free to request any character you want. I write for all genders. If you don’t tell me what gender you want then I will just make it gender nuetural. I write for many different fandoms such as:

• Demon Slayer

• Haikyuu

• Attack on Titan

• My Hero Academia

• Death Note

Have a nice Day / Night ~

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teddy-yandere · 3 years ago

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Hi, I love your demon slayer writing! ❤️ If you don’t mind could you write yandere douma with a chubby artistic reader? Thank you for your time

- My Sweet Little Artist -

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A/N = Hii Darling !! Sorry this is so short, I have been very busy lately, i hope you don’t mind ! I was not sure if you wanted headcanons or a One-shot , so I just wrote a couple of headcanons Feel free to request any characters you want. I write for many different fandoms , all you have to do is scroll to the bottom of this post and pick what fandom and character you want me to write for and send me a request. My inbox is always open so feel free to chat with me!! <3

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• Let me start this by saying , Douma does not really care what you look like. I feel like Douma would really like if he had a submissive darling. He would also appreciate a very. Caring darling. That is where you come in.

• When Douma first kidnapped you, he noticed that you would try to make art if of literally anything. He found it very cute and entertaining. Slowly , as you became to grow more comfortable with Douma , you started to ask him for art supplies , which he happily supplied you with.

• Sometimes would force you to sit on his lap and paint him a picture. Because he is a demon with practically unlimited strength- he does not care how much you weigh ( if that makes you insecure ). He does really like to annoy you sometimes , he really likes to ask what projects you are working on.

It is canon that Douma really loves to annoy Akaza. One way he will annoy him is by bragging about you.

• Akaza gets very jealous of Douma because he really wants a partner like you. ( he may or may not try to steal you from Douma )

• Douma loves to treat you like the Queen / King you are. Sometimes when Douma is not paying attention , he will accidentally bump into one of your projects.

He will not stop apologizing. Douma will start to cry if you are very mad at him. He can’t see to see you so sad and mad over what he has done. That is when a idea pops into his head.

• Because you are mad at him ( for a good reason ) , he will scoop you up in his arms , while apologizing ( again ), and force you to cuddle him. He does not care how many times you tell him to let you go , HE . WILL . NOT . LET . GO.

• Whenever you are feeling insecure, he will kiss you and comfort you until you feel better.

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Thanks for reading Darling !! <3

Feel free to request any character you want. I write for all genders. If you don’t tell me what gender you want then I will just make it gender nuetural. I write for many different fandoms such as:

• Demon Slayer

• Haikyuu

• Attack on Titan

• My Hero Academia

• Death Note

Have a nice Day / Night ~

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teddy-yandere · 3 years ago

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Writer... I want...NO... I NEED...

Douma and Akaza X Reader

Fighting for a darling... She is not a demon, but I don't know how ( *but you know* 😏) she is special... What she have that drives 2 upper ranking moons crazy?... Put some romance... I'm sorry, I can't help.

Yandere + romance = Addiction. And you decide who wins... I'm waiting patiently writer, and love you muah 💓

- Douma and Akaza x Reader -

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A/N = I am so happy to be able to write this. My favorite thing to do is to write for the KNY demons. I can’t explain why. Sorry this took so long darling , I hope you understand . My inbox is always open so feel free to chat with me!! <3 Enjoy !!

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• Douma and Akaza never got along. Even though they never got along , it had never really been a serious issue , until you came along. Akaza openly despised Douma for his habits and mannerisms. To be completely honest he found Douma quite annoying. Douma did not see Akaza any better. He though Akaza was boring and weak. ( mainly because Akaza refused to eat any woman ). He also loved to tease Akaza when he was bored. It got so bad that even Akaza went as far as to complain to Muzan about him. It is incredibly clear that these two demons despise one another . Nonetheless it had never been a problem until now.

• On the outside , there was nothing that special about you , except for the fact that you were a demon slayer. A very kind and strong demon slayer. It was obvious that you were heading in the route to become a hashira. Your first encounter with Akaza was when you two ran into each other in the woods. You thought it must have been bad luck and that you were going to die. Let’s just say that Akaza had better plans. It was not coincidence that you two ran into each other. Akaza had planned this. He had been stalking you for a while and he finally wanted to speak to you. The first thing that he did when he approached you was take away your sword. He could not risk accidentally hurting you if you attacked him. Then he grabbed your arm ( despite your cries for him to release you ) and sat you down to talk to you. ( yes , Akaza is a very strange Yandere to have )

• All he did that day was just ask you to talk about yourself. When the sun started to come up. He said goodbye to you and then said “ see you soon darling “. You were absolutely horrified by what had just happened. Once you knew he was gone , you burst out crying. Little did you know that when Akaza went to the infinity tower , he started to brag to Douma about how wonderful you were . And let’s just say that Douma was very interested in you. A little too interested in you for comfort.

• It had always been Akaza’s plan to kidnap you and marry you once he had the chance. The only reason why he had not done it yet , was because Muzan was keeping him really busy lately. Since Akaza was so busy , Douma took it upon himself to start to stalk you. When I tell you that Douma fell in love with you at first sight , I mean it. Poor Douma , he used to tease Akaza about you , but now he was head over heels in love with you. Douma had never been in love with anyone before, so he was really confused about his feelings at first.

• What mainly triggered Akaza to kidnap you , was the fact that Douma started to make comments about wanting you all to himself , and let’s just say Akaza did not take that threat lightly. The next night , he tracked you down and took you. It was almost as if you had just disappeared into thin air. One moment you were there , the next you were gone. Everyone you knew , started to look for you. The only problem was that there were no leads for you. Eventually , your friends and family gave up. Akaza never treated you badly. He was very honest to you about his feelings. He promised to never hurt you. The only mistake that Akaza made , was hiding you in the infinity tower. That was when Douma started planning to take you away from Akaza. Douma knew he could get in big trouble if you was caught , but he did not really care because he loved you and that was all he truly knew.

• Sometimes Douma would talk to you through the room that you were being kept with Akaza. ( Only when Akaza was away on a mission ). He would even bring you nice treats that the woman in his cult have made. You began to become quite fond of Douma and looking forward to speaking with the demon. At the same time , you could not ignore that you were starting to fall for Akaza at the same time. ( Akaza is a Simp and will do anything for you ).

• As I have said before , Douma has been plotting to whisk you away from Akaza. Douma was positive he had planned this whole thing perfectly. Or had he ? As Douma started to quickly and quietly walk to your room , he could feel the excitement in his chest start to build. Douma was so excited to possibly have you all to himself … forever. As he slowly opened the door and looked j to the room , he could see your peaceful sleeping form resting on the bed. Aww , how adorable. He was so happy you looked so comfortable sleeping there. What a shame he might have to wake you up. As he slowly picked you up in his arms he could hear the door swing open. He looked in the doors direction and saw Akaza’s angry face. Douma froze. It was as if all the air in the room had been sucked out. Douma could feel you start to wake up so he quickly put you back on the bed. Akaza then motioned for him to get out of the room. He then turned back to Douma ready to fight after they exited he room.Before they were about to fight each other outside the room, they could hear the door open.

• Turned out that while you were unconscious, Kokushibou walked into the room where the demons were fighting. Kokushibou originally walked into the room to tell the two demons to shut up before he tells Muzan. Before he could say anything , he saw your unconscious body and got a idea. He proposed to the to Douma and Akaza that they should share you. Both of them stated at the demon as if he had gone mad. Eventually , they came to the conclusion that they would share you. Before they walked back into your room , Douma said , “ I call dibs for y/n~Chan to cuddle me “. Akaza simply rolled his eyes at the demon.

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Thanks for reading Darling !! <3

Feel free to request any character you want. I write for all genders. If you don’t tell me what gender you want then I will just make it gender nuetural. I write for many different fandoms such as:

• Demon Slayer

• Haikyuu

• Attack on Titan

• My Hero Academia

• Death Note

Have a nice Day / Night ~

#yandere headcanons #anime #yandere demon slayer #yandere #yandere demon slayer headcanons #kokushibou #kny kokushibo #yandere akaza #yandere akaza image #yandere douma headcanons #yandere douma #yandere douma image #douma #douma and akaza x reader #yandere akaza headcanons #teddy yandere

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teddy-yandere · 3 years ago

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Random request but it could be fluffy.

Yandere Kyojuro, Giyuu, Sanemi, Muzan, Douma, Kokushibou react to a darling that always carries around a stuffed animal. She cannot go any where without it and if you try take it away, she'll start a tantrum.

Thanks!💗💗💗

- My Stuffed Animal -

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

Characters = Rengoku , Giyuu , Sanemi , Muzan , Douma , Kokushibou

A / N = Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I did not proofread this. Please read my bio before requesting, and make sure that my requests are open or else your request will be deleted. Enjoy <3

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Rengoku

★ Rengoku thinks that it is very adorable how attached you are to your stuffed animals.

★ In fact , he will even go out of his way to buy you more

★ Every time he sees one at the market , he buys it , and takes it home to you.

★ There are times however , when he wishes that they did not exist.

★ Instead of going to him for comfort , you cry into your stuffed animals while hugging them.

★ He gets a little frustrated, so he tries to take them from you. Bad IDEA .

★ You immediately start to cry your heart out.

★ Rengoku is at a list for words.

★ He pats your head , and gives them back to you.

★ He will have a important talk with you later. , about your priorities.

Giyuu

★ I don’t think that Giyuu cares very much if you carry your stuffed animal with you everywhere.

★ In his eyes , it is not a problem as long as you are still giving him a lot of attention, and love.

★ It becomes a problem when you prioritize the stuffed animal over yourself.

★ For example=

★ Sometimes you forget to eat , and drink water , because you are too busy trying to organize them.

★ Giyuu tries to explain this too you , but you just don’t listen to him.

★ That s when he decides to try to take the stuffed animal away from you.

★ He did not expect for you to start throwing a tantrum. You were clinging on him , begging him not to take them away from you.

★ His heart breaks a little , but he hands them back to you.

Sanemi

★ Not to hurt your feeling or anything , but I highly doubt Sanemi will put up with this.

★ He really does love you , but he gets very jealous of your stuffed animals.

★ It is not a big problem as long as you give him attention, but he can’t help but feel pure jealously whenever you snuggle into them at night ( instead of him )

★ Sometimes , he will purposely hide your stuffed animals, to make you give him attention.

★ He can’t help but feel a little victorious when you beg him to help you find them.

★ I don’t think he minds if you take them out in public with you.

★ You might be able to convince him to hold them for you when you go shopping !

★ One time , you caught him cuddling one of them , while you were outside in the garden ( he really missed you ).

★ Sanemi refuses to admit that ever happened.

Muzan

★ Surprisingly, I think Muzan would handle your stuffed animals better than Sanemi ( my opinion )

★ We already know that Muzan spoils the shit out of you , so it is not surprising that you have a mountain of stuffed animal on your bed.

★ Muzan definitely has a couple of your stuffed animals in his office.

★ He will let you take them out in public with you , but you have to hold his hand the whole time.

★ The only reason Muzan would take your stuffed animals away from you , is if you disobeyed him , or did something to make him annoyed.

★ He will probably give them back to you , when he sees you throwing a little tantrum , and begging him ( he has god complex y’know )

★ He finds it adorable when you carry your stuffed animal everywhere you go !

★ Will not let anyone make fun of you

Douma

★ Douma finds it super adorable when you carry your stuffed animals everywhere.

★ Whenever the two of you are cuddling , Douma always makes sure that you have a stuffed animal in your arms.

★ He will buy you a lot of them ( just like Muzan ).

★ He actively feeds into your little obsession.

★ Unlike the others , I highly doubt that Douma will ever take them away from you . He knows how much they mean to you , so he wouldn’t want to make you sad.

★ If you ever lose one of them , Douma would tear up the entire building trying to find them.

★ He can’t stand to see you sad.

★ If he can’t find them , then he will happily buy you a new one.

★ He thinks it is really cute that you carry them in public.

★ His little darling ~

Kokushibou

★ Poor Kokushibou

★ At first , he was very confused on why you were so emotionally attached to these stuffed animals.

★ It took him a while to get used to them being everywhere. But eventually, he warmed up to them.

★ As with Muzan , Kokushibou would buy you a bunch of stuffed animal to keep you happy. He thinks your smile is priceless.

★ He thinks it is kinda funny when you go out in public with a stuffed animal.

★ He will take your stuffed animal if he feels like you are disobeying him ( yandere )

★ After he sees how heartbroken you look , he might give them back after a while.

★ He definitely has a favorite stuffed animal ( but he will never tell you )

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Thanks for reading Darling !! <3

Have a nice Day / Night ~

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