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general relationship headcanons

characters featured : zhongli, dottore, ayato, & childe/tartaglia

warnings : dottore is definitely a little ooc but I love romanticizing him so,,, possessive tendencies (dottore), topics get serious emotionally in childe’s, and the grammar isn’t great.

notes : these are just my personal headcanons, and probably stray from the canon a fair amount. I do try to keep the characters as close to how they’re presented in game as possible, but again, these are MY headcanons of the characters. please be respectful of this.

zhongli :

- a gentleman, really. maybe too much of a gentleman.

- he’s the type of guy every parent dreams of for their child. stable, supportive, smart, compassionate, and above all else just a well rounded person.

- unfortunately, zhongli has this nasty habit of not really understanding how time works.

- he’s been alive for so long, you can’t really fault him for taking things so slow. but really, how long will you have to wait for him to make the first move?

- things stay painfully pressed within this weird limbo between friends and lovers that’s almost awkward for you at times.

- zhongli is blissfully unaware, and delighted that he’s able to do things right with you. he’s firm on the fact that he won’t rush this. he wants to be considerate of your feelings, and would hate to pressure you into anything before you’re ready. even though you’re literally on the verge of snapping and just begging for him to do more than hold your hand.

- it doesn’t end, and eventually you do have to have a conversation with him about how you’re ready to move on to the next stage. you even ask him if he’s just not interested in you and he gets very flustered. zhongli does an excellent job of covering it up though and just pretends like he was waiting for you to express explicit interest.

- once y’all get going though, zhongli goes from gentlemanly to full on romantic fantasy novel level. we’re talking flowers, dawn/sunset walks along the harbor, dinner dates at restaurants with the best views, stargazing, fuck it this man will read you BEDTIME STORIES.

- his favorite thing to do with you though is have tea and discuss your views on certain topics. with every conversation you have together, he is reminded as to why he was so drawn to you in the first place, and finds exploring the depths of your mind his best pastime.

- makes a point to ask every time before he does something physical. it normally isn’t verbalized though.

- for example, if he wants to hold your hand, he’ll first intertwine one finger with yours then wait for your approval. folded SO hard when you just took his hand in yours and brought it up to your lips to kiss one time when he did this. you could see the hearts in his eyes.

- definitely made a teasing remark after he collected himself though.

- as for things like kissing, best believe zhongli is a big fan of forehead and cheek kisses.

- he thinks they’re so endearing, and honestly prefers kissing your lips when y’all are either alone or it’s particularly romantic.

- zhongli takes every excuse to give you a soft peck on the cheek or forehead.

- he’s leaving to go get something from the store? kiss on the cheek. going to work? kiss on the forehead on his way out the door. sees you working on something you’re passionate about? he can’t even contain himself, he loves seeing you so focused. kiss. on. the. cheek.

- not sure at what point zhongli reveals to you that he is morax. it certainly is much further down the line, and when he tells you he tries his best to not make it a big deal. is very understanding if you freak out though.

- when you’ve accepted this part of him, zhongli is thrilled at all the new conversation opportunities you guys have.

- will answer all and any questions with full enthusiasm (well,, as much enthusiasm as you’re getting from this guy.)

- he wants to hear your thoughts, your opinions, and wants to tell you all about what he knows now that he doesn’t have to hide anything.

- he is extremely apologetic though, and won’t hold it against you if you resent him for keeping such a big secret from you for so long. is willing to go the lengths it might take to earn your trust again.

- it will take awhile for zhongli to be open about answering any questions regarding those particularly traumatic times in his life. he wants to be connected to you, and he wants to help you better understand him, just as he understands you.

- can’t stress it enough, but zhongli really does view the intimacy of emotions and thoughts more important and romantic than anything else you guys might do. he wants to remember you, the kind of person you are. not just your body.

dottore :

- so, on the opposite side of the spectrum when it comes to romance..

- NOT who you should be bringing home to meet the parents, sorry y’all

- definitely has a lot of love for you in his heart though!!! definitely,,,,

- sometimes it’s hard to tell if dottore really does care about you. it’s not uncommon to feel neglected or overall irrelevant to dottore. he’s SO busy all the time, you hardly get to see him day to day.

- and when you do see him, you’re normally just in the background of whatever he’s doing.

- he doesn’t ever really address the issue either. if you bring up the topic he will immediately shut you down and get really defensive.

- honestly though, there are no ends this man would stop at for you. it’s really just a matter of asking. if you want to spend more time with him, you only need to be creative.

- if you go to dottore and ask to be given more time with him, he’s not really going to know how to offer you that. he has obligations, work, and aspirations he’s following. it’s not like he purposely avoiding you, but he can’t exactly abandon everything going on in his life for you either.

- he’s working in his office? ask him if you can join him. no, not to bother him, you just want to be in the same room. pull up an extra chair to settle onto and read a book. the more you show up, the more dottore will try to accommodate you.

- you’ll find the stiff wooden chair you used to read on is now replaced by a dark grey velvet loveseat. a week or so after that, there’ll be a fluffy blanket tossed on its surface. all for your comfort.

- this man doesn’t know how to communicate his more intimate feelings for you, and will avoid any mention of it if possible. god forbid you try and put a label on your relationship with him.

- but, he lives for acts of service.

- can and will do anything to make your life easier, since he knows being with him isn’t one of the world’s brightest joys.

- any sort of pains you might be experiencing he investigates immediately, and creates a remedy in record time. has a sixth sense for when you’re in pain.

- doesn’t like letting his segments interact with you much, but does have omega spend time with you when dottore feels he’s been away for too long. omega jumps at the opportunity lmao

- when it comes to receiving affection from you, dottore gets kind,,,, weird about it

- he has to be the one who initiates physical affection, because if you try there’s a 95% chance he’s not gonna indulge you. ( 5% in your favor though, with even higher chances if you know how to read his moods well! )

- words of affirmation are very difficult for him. he adores a good conversation with you, one where he feels as though you’re both getting your brains going. anything else though? ehhhhh,,,

- dottore will listen to your problems, but his responses will be very unenthusiastic. he’s paying attention, but likely not all of his attention to what you’re saying.

- he’s also terrible with receiving compliments or any love filled words from you. mostly because he knows you genuinely mean it, and how is he supposed to respond? his pride and insecurities keep him from reciprocating.

- he does enjoy quality time! but quantity time is a separate matter. you’re going to get some really great moments with dottore, like really happy memories, but they’re few and far between.

- those priceless moments you get to have with him when he gets excited about a new project and it’s success. when he drops everything he’s doing to come and speak to you about a new theory. when he crafts something just for you, or takes you to a beautiful scenery on whatever mission he’s brought you along for.

- gets kinda snarky if you talk about how pretty the sky is.

- acts of service and gifts go hand in hand with this man. if you buy something for dottore, he’s very likely not going to acknowledge it. he’ll definitely make a point of using it at least once while you’re watching, so you know he isn’t unappreciative, but that’s about the extent of his gratitude.

- same goes for if you do something nice for him.

- he’s chronically messy, his lab is always a disaster. if you organize it for him, he’ll be highly pleased. despite how chaotic he is, dottore really does love a clean working environment.

- however, his good mood is all you’re getting. MAYBE a teasing comment that’s a thinly veiled attempt at a ‘thank you’.

- just know anything you do for dottore, he will return back to you with ten times the amount of effort. if you bought him something nice? he’ll make you something nicer. you cleaned and organized his lab? he’s already organizing your next date ( even if said date is a few months away ).

- the best way to feel loved by dottore, is to understand dottore. if you can read him and his actions well, it’s undeniable how much he loves you.

- another thing to note about a relationship with dottore is how,,, secluded it can get. he is REALLY possessive of you, and gets defensive towards anyone who tries sticking their nose in his privacy. so by extension, he hates it when you interact with anyone.

- he’s grown past the point in his life where he was super paranoid about people being out to get him, but now that paranoia has transferred to you. he really just wants you to be safe, and knows the dangers of being the lover of a harbinger.

- unfortunately, dottore doesn’t really go about it in a great way,,,

- fortunately you get to go with him on all his missions though!! there’s no one he trusts more than himself to protect you, so he likes keeping you close.

- you really just need patience and a whole lot of acceptance in your heart for him. he does come around, and will absolutely bend to your whims. eventually.

- isn’t much of a physical guy, but there are some rare moments where all that confidence just melts and he comes undone in your arms. it will be wordless, and if you ever make a comment on it, it’ll never happen again.

- dottore hates showing weakness, but he’s spent so much of his life believing he would never be understood by anyone, yet here you are. so willing to be with him, to take the good with the bad.

- he’ll never understand it, which is part of the reason he keeps you around so much. your admiration of him is certainly one of his favorite topics of research. it’s not blind and aimless, like reverence for a god. rather your love is unconditional, and he intends to find out why.

ayato :

- at first, a relationship with you doesn’t really cross ayato’s mind.

- he doesn’t have many liberties when it comes to romance, so I doubt he ever really looks at a person with any romantic intent simply because of the headache it would cause him. if his partner doesn’t match the standards of his attendants and advisors, he’s not sure what he’ll do when that partner is left to the wolves of his political competitors.

- So that being said, ayato takes awhile to even start considering you as a romantic candidate.

- but he ultimately makes the decision that your reactions and personality are just too entertaining for him to not keep around.

- and thus his courting process begins.

- ayato courting you almost feel like a trail by fire.

- he would never put you in harm’s way, but more than once you will find yourself in quite the predicament, all thanks to the yashiro commissioner’s hand.

- he wants to see how you handle stress, how you react to political situations, he needs to know for sure that your opinions line up with his own.

- once he’s fully confident that you’re everything he’d hoped you would be, he’ll invite you out for a date where he officially asks if he can start courting you. ( although this will probably come as a surprise to you, seeing as he was just tormenting you days before )

- despite his suave persona, it’s doubtful that ayato has had much romantic experience. seeing as he’s been so picky about his spouse, while also unimaginably busy.

- flings are even less of a possibility, since a scandal isn’t a sacrifice he can rationalize.

- this means you will sort of have to take the reins of the relationship at first.

- ayato likes watching what others do first so he can base his next move on their advances.

- similarly, your relationship follows this pattern. he waits for you to make the first move, the counters it with a bolder one.

- once you guys get the ball rolling there’s no turning back.

- exquisite but tasteful gifts: chocolates, candies, flowers, sake, tickets to shows, you name it. this guy invests in everything.

- any type of gift that falls under the more,,, unique category will be personally delivered to you himself, as he wants to see your reaction.

- as much as ayato would want to constantly shower you in affection and dote on you every waking moment, he’s knows this will likely not be a reality for the two of you. when he was asking to court you, he did give a fair warning that you’ll probably be spending a lot of time away from each other due to his work.

- if you can make the sacrifice, he’s even more convinced you’re the one.

- lots of people in the kamisato estate make a point to communicate with ayato through little notes left on his desk ( this is canon! ), so he has a custom notepad made for you with beautiful floral designs, along with the paper itself being a cute vibrant color of your choice.

- ayato goes above and BEYOND when buying you a perfume while y’all were out shopping on one of his rare breaks. then proceeds to get ink made with that scent mixed into it so that your notes smell like you. ( yelan states that the rich men of teyvat flaunt their wealth by purchasing scented ink, you should check it out! )

- stores all your notes in a wooden box kept within his room, regardless of how significant they might be. he reads over his favorite ones before going to bed at night. ( that is, before y’all start living together )

- he’s such a tease, and at times a total asshole.

- he’ll coo at you for anything cute or thoughtful you might do, while praising you in a borderline embarrassing way.

- ayato also pulls the silliest pranks on you.

- really, don’t let your guard down around him.

- also has a playful habit of jabbing your sides with two fingers when you don’t sense him approaching. laughs heartily when you get angry at him for it. ayato would be elated if you turned it into a game where the both of you tired to catch the other one off guard with this.

- ayato views ayaka’s opinion of you as kind of a make or break deal. he would be heartbroken if ayaka didn’t like you, and would try anything and everything to try and change her mind.

- if she does like you though, he’s over the moon and incredibly pleased for quite some time. would be elated if you guys ended up being friends, seeing as two of the most important people in his life get along so well. he knows a friendship with ayaka can’t make up for his absence, but he hopes it can remedy some of the pain.

- while we’re on the train of people close to ayato, it would be important for you to get along well with thoma to. it’s hard to imagine there being a person thoma can’t be at least pleasant with, he knows how to adjust to nearly any social situation. on the chance that you and thoma hit it off and also become friends, ayato feels very relieved.

- there are few people ayato would trust you in the care of outside of someone like thoma, he wants you to be as safe and happy as possible. ayato would be able to work soundly if he knew you were being taken care of well in his absence.

- speaking of work, it’s up to you to pull him away from it when he gets too lost in the motions of his position. he needs someone to help him move in the moment, and cherish life before it’s gone.

- even if ayato complains the whole time you drag him away from his job, he’s happy that you care enough about his well being to share domestic moments with him. happiness is important for the mind!

childe/tartaglia :

- for these headcanons, I’m just gonna go ahead and call him ajax

- it’s hard to catch the eye of someone who has so much going on in their life, so consider yourself lucky that he’s picked you out of everyone!

- unlike the others, ajax is a pretty impulsive person, and doesn’t even hesitate to tell you that he finds you attractive and wants to try at least going on a date with you to see if there’s anything there.

- the boldness on this guy is insane, but he isn’t disrespectful about it, just incredibly blunt.

- it’s easy to imagine most things with ajax are that way, even after you guys start dating.

- if he thinks you look good in something, he won’t shut up about it until you tell him to knock it off. if he wants physical affection from you, he just bluntly asks. there are little to no mysteries when it comes to ajax’s thoughts and opinions on you.

- the same can not be said for anything else in his life,,,

- he IS upfront about being a harbinger, but that’s pretty much all you’re getting out of him on the subject. you might be able to get some information on his coworkers if you press hard enough, but even then it’ll be vague.

- his one condition in your relationship is that you stay out of his work, his doesn’t want you in the crossfire. as it stands, you’re already putting yourself in enough danger by dating him, so there’s no need to increase the risk.

- he tried his best to keep serious matters away from you. he wants to be perceived as playful, fun, and loving. it takes awhile for him to understand that a relationship will fail if you try to make it perfect.

- you’re going to have to explain to him that you’re his partner. not just romantically, but as a supporter in life as well. the two of you need to rely on each other and be there for the good AND the bad. he can’t continue to try and be your rock through everything if he doesn’t reciprocate.

- cue a really big emotional mess.

- not so much crying or relief as it is him just shutting down and rewiring his brain. give him some space and time, he’ll come around.

- from then on, your relationship feels less like a fling, and more like genuine connection.

- he opens up more to you about his past, and his bluntness about things starts to extend beyond just topics about you.

- ajax entertains the idea of bringing you to meet his family, then finally caves when he sees how excited you are.

- he does give you a very lengthy lecture about each member of his family, trying to prepare you for anything. it ends up making you nervous, maybe even more than he is.

- when you do meet his family, it goes super smoothly. he’s a little surprised that you seem to like them more than him, with how enthusiastically you’re playing with his siblings.

- don’t point out how pouty it makes him, you’ll be getting the cold shoulder.

- LOVES to play fight, but you best believe he won’t let you win. you gotta take victory for yourself. just know that if you try playing dirty, he can play dirtier. can, has, and will bite you to prove a point.

- he has a hard time grasping his sense of identity. like,, a really hard time. most people discover themselves in their teenage years, but ajax spent his youth just trying to survive day to day.

- so many of his memories are violence, that it’s all he can really fall back on in terms of a personality.

- if you notice this, don’t point it out to him. he’ll feel incredibly insecure, and would worry you’re not getting all you should in a partner from him. instead just try to help him!

- he doesn’t know what his favorite color is? start to point out things based on their color. “the sky is such a pretty color at sunset, it reminds me of your hair!” he’s folding quicker than a lawn chair. “those flowers are the same color as the first bouquet you got me.” literally heart eyes because you remembered something like that.

- when you starts to associate a color with you, he decides it’s his favorite.

- similar things can be said about his favorite book, flower, and even time of the day.

- with small verbal exercises like this, you can try and ground ajax more to reality, and himself. connecting with the world, with you, might just help him connect with himself.

- ajax really loves showering you in gifts, he can’t even help himself. he sees something that reminds him of you and he just HAS to have it and bring it back to you.

- you’ll have to warn him that there won’t always be available space for all these nice gifts, and if he gives too many they’ll lose their meaning. he’ll nod along and agree before pulling out a brooch from his pocket that’s the same color as the earrings he bought you last week.

- if you couldn’t tell, ajax is a really physical guy. expect to be picked up and spun around at least once a day.

- he can’t sleep without a protective arm on you. ajax doesn’t even need to be holding you, he just needs the physical reassurance that you’re there.

- one night when you were trying to get up to grab a glass of water, he swung his arm out and slapped you on the face before gripping it in his hand to hold you, all while asleep,,, he was super sorry when he woke up, but couldn’t stop laughing.

- any amount of tactile affection you give him, it will be returned with ten times the amount of enthusiasm.

- big fan of PDA, he’s gotta hold your hand, have an arm around your shoulder, or best yet— walk alongside you with a hand wrapped around your waist. it’s sorta a possessive tendency.

- quickest way to get this man to melt is by saying something sweet while holding him close. his brain goes into overdrive trying to process all the love he feels for you.

- he’s totally whipped.

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hanniiisworld · 1 year

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Upper Moons 1-3 & submissive s/o - NSFW headcanons

Requested by: anonymous

Akaza

Witnessing his significant other in lingerie would swiftly provoke Akaza's transformation into a more dominant figure within the confines of the bedroom. The mere sight would ignite an intense flame within him, prompting Akaza to initiate with gradual and tender actions, consisting of gentle caresses and delicate kisses

Initially, he experienced significant unease, concerned that he might be pressuring his significant other into a submissive role and worried that there were certain actions he shouldn't take. However, after you clarified your desires and expressed how genuinely thrilled it made you, his apprehension transformed into excitement

Akaza would have a daddy kink for sure. Call him daddy once and it would instantly transform sex from vanilla to dominant. His fingers lightly caressing your backside before he spanks your ass harshly. “Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?”

Demanding you get onto your knees to suck his dick, he's gently intertwining his fingers in your hair, he delicately adjusts the angle of your head as he face-fucks you; the sound of you gagging around his dick would really spur him on

Akaza would definitely catch you off guard by grabbing your wrists in his hands and holding them above your head/behind your body. Tying you up would be one of his biggest kinks

The noises his s/o makes would really excite him as he teases your body. Akaza's primary motivation for enjoying a dominant position lies in the significant ego boost he experiences while observing you struggle beneath him

If Akaza was being excessively rough with his s/o, he would still take measures to ensure their well-being. He would occasionally squeeze your hips in a reassuring manner, checking for any signs of pain or concern through eye contact

Kokushibo

Kokushibo's vulgar discourse would undoubtedly be characterized by its ruthlessly crude nature. “Is that all you can handle, Y/N? I think you can take more than that.” or “Look at your wet pussy, is that for me?”

In an intimate moment with Kokushibo, he prefers to maintain eye contact. If you were to avert your gaze or close your eyes, he might respond by pausing or adjusting the pace, emphasizing the importance of maintaining that connection. “Look at me, babygirl.” This reason is why he wouldn’t be into blindfolds. Observing your eyes as you reach climax is undeniably alluring

Kokushibo's inclinations would lean towards the practice of edging, finding pleasure in the tantalizing art of delaying gratification. This demon, known for his unwavering pursuit of power and pleasure, would likely derive immense satisfaction from testing the limits of his s/o. “Not yet, princess. Do you think you deserve to come? Beg for it.”

Kokushibo would catch you by surprise when he thrusts back into you, starting a harsh pace as he rubs quick circles around your clit to try and get you to climax faster. “Come for me, Y/N.” The sound of his deep voice adding to the sensation as your climax washes over you

Kokushibo, being dominant, prioritizes ensuring his partner's pleasure by focusing on multiple orgasms. He doesn't give you a chance to settle down after your first climax, relentlessly pursuing a second one for you

His favourite place to come is inside you. He would bite down on your neck as he fucks you, his orgasm approaching

Douma

Challenging or responding with sass to Douma would often lead to him asserting his dominance swiftly. It wouldn't take long for him to take control, leaving little room for defiance

Douma possesses captivating and intense eyes, and engaging in eye contact with his s/o is one of the most exhilarating aspects of his dominance in the bedroom. It's a powerful and swift method for arousing his partner, and he's well aware of its effectiveness. Moreover, the act of maintaining eye contact significantly arouses Douma himself, adding to the mutual excitement between them

He takes immense pleasure in undressing his s/o, relishing the captivating view of you standing bare before him while he remains mostly clothed. Douma's hands glide across your entire form, delicately tracing each curve

One of his favourite things to do would be to tie his s/o up and/or blindfold you. When you're blindfolded, your other senses become more acute and sensitive and Douma loves running his hands along your body while you’re blindfolded, randomly licking or sucking exposed parts of your skin

Douma finds great delight in teasing his s/o on numerous occasions. He takes pleasure in playfully taunting you, often with a mischievous smirk adorning his face. Douma's teasing nature is fueled by a combination of genuine affection and a desire to provoke entertaining reactions from his partner. His remarks can range from playful banter to more provocative teasing, carefully testing your limits and pushing your buttons in a calculated manner

Expect edging or orgasm denial - partly because he enjoys watching his s/o squirm in ecstasy beneath him, relishing the pleasure they experience. Consequently, he's determined to prolong the intimate moments and not let them come to an end too quickly

Giving his s/o oral is one of Douma's favourite things to do. The way you moan and buck your hips underneath him as he licks your slit, sucking your clit into his mouth - it's driving him nuts

He’ll definitely make you beg before penetrating you, adding to his love for being the dominant one. “Tell me what you want, princess. Use your words."

When Douma is fucking his s/o, he’ll maintain eye contact but will also over-stimulate you by rubbing your clit. "That's my little lotus, I know you can take it, just relax."

Douma appreciates moments of physical closeness and intimacy, but he may not seek out cuddling immediately after sex. While he may not engage in traditional cuddling, he expresses his affection and care for his partner through other means - this could include gentle touches and whispers of affection

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hanniiisworld · 1 year

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

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hanniiisworld · 1 year

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POV: You were sent on a mission by Katheryne to investigate a strange cave and encountered Xiao… Little did you know, the scent of the cave was making Xiao lose control of himself over you.

BEFORE READING: Female reader, SMUT with plot.

In the world of Teyvat, there are many interesting tales. This story takes place in Liyue. A traveler from afar encountered a Yaksha…

“Traveler, traveler! You need to wake up. Today is another beautiful day!” Paimon yelled.

“Paimon- Can you let me sleep a little longer? I did so much work yesterday.” You said.

“No can do. We have commissions, exploring, and meetings to attend with Zhongli.”

You pulled yourself up with all the energy left in you and stretched.

“Thank you. You’re a very deep sleeper, so Paimon had to shake you up and yell at you.” Paimon complained.

“I must have been exhausted yesterday."

“Yeah, you were fighting monsters left and right and you almost died!” She yelled.

"And what did you do yesterday?" You asked.

"Well, uh…” She paused.

“I watched over you! To ensure you’re safe. Paimon was ready to call Xiao’s name at any moment.”

“You didn’t call him until you saw me almost die from that ruined guard?”

“Well– Xiao is scary. I didn’t want to bother him unless it was a real emergency.”

You sighed.

You opened the closet to change out of my pajamas to your regular clothes.

After you were done, you walked into the streets of Liyue and went to The Adventurer's Guild to receive my commissions for the day.

“Hey, Katheryne!” Paimon waved.

“Traveller, Paimon! You made it in time.”

“Don’t tell me we have to fight monsters again today.” You groaned.

“I apologize for your last commission. Fortunately, this time it does not require violence, I hope.”

“You hope?” Paimon questioned.

Katheryne pulls out a map and lays it on the table. She points to a certain location.

“Some adventurers have requested that you check out this cave. It has been rumored that those who dare enter the Cave Of Nevermore never come out the same.”

“Yikes! That sounds scary. You’re making us risk our lives?” Paimon asked.

“Well, yes. But there is a high reward, one million mora.”

Paimon gasped.

“One million?! Am I hearing that right? Traveler, we could buy anything we want with that!” She excitedly stated.

“Yes, high rewards come with high risks. What do you say, traveler?" Katheryne smiled.

Paimon urged you to say yes with her puppy eyes.

“I’ll take it,” you said hesitantly.

Paimon claps.

"Yippee!"

“Good choice, traveler. I hope to see you next time.”

Katheryne handed you the map.

You grabbed the map from her hand and thanked her.

AT THE CAVE

“I guess this is the location she marked.” You said.

“Gahh... This looks so scary. What if there are creatures in there and they attack Paimon?”

“Calm down, I’m always here to protect you.” You pulled out my blade, preparing to fend off any man or creature.

You slowly entered the cave and noticed a familiar presence.

Tattoos and short hair were all you could see.

It emitted a large amount of smoke and dark energy.

“Is that…” Paimon stared in shock.

“Xiao…?” You finished.

He turns around, surprised as well.

“Traveler...What are you doing here?” He asked.

“We received a commission to investigate this cave.” You replied.

You could tell by his expression and appearance he was in pain.

“Are you okay, Xiao?”

“I’m fine. I’m an Adeptus after all, I can handle more than a mortal can.”

“Xiao… Your wounds… “ You glanced at those deep cuts.

“I carry first aid with me. Allow me to help.”

“No—” He interrupted “You can’t come near me.”

“Xiao, please! You don’t need to act so tough all the time.”

You walked towards Xiao as he backed away into a corner. You weren’t willing to let him suffer from those wounds.

"Gosh! Xiao is stubborn. It won't kill him to get treated like a regular person instead of enduring it forever.” Paimon pouted.

As you got closer, you detected an unusual scent from Xiao. You crouched down in front of him and opened your first aid kit. He still struggled to get away.

“Xiao, please, I’m only here to help,” You said.

You grabbed my bottle of rubbing alcohol and let a tiny portion sit on a cotton pad. You leaned closer to his face until your faces were inches apart. You gently rubbed the cotton pad on his delicate face.

“Ngh…” He whimpered.

“Sorry, I know it’s hurting.” You comforted him.

You lifted the cotton pad from his face and turned around, still on your knees, to get a band-aid.

Suddenly, you felt his body press directly against yours from behind. A soft, slender hand trailed across your body, and you lifted my chin to face him.

“I warned you not to come near.” He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered. His other hand traveled up your skirt and into your panty. Xiao circled your clit rapidly with his soft hands.

“Uh~ Xiao-” You moaned. Your body sweated intensely. Pre-cum was already all over your underwear as he stimulated your clit even more.

“Please forgive me for this.” Sounds of groans and whimpers escaped his lips when you came all over his fingers.

He brought his head down and bared his sharp fangs. His teeth hooked onto your underwear line and pulled it down smoothly. His breathing got heavier and heavier as he looked down at you with those love eyes. You wanted to move, but your body was frozen in place by shock. Soon, he unbuckled his belt and whipped out his already erect cock.

“My body has felt weird after coming into this cave. Please forgive me.” He mumbled.

You remember feeling strange between your legs when you first entered. The more you stayed, the stronger it became. Maybe it was the odd scent in the air that caused all of this.

“I need some relief too, so don’t hold back,” you said.

With those words, he slid his erect cock into your chamber. Your hole tightened around it instantly.

“It’s tight...” He sounded surprised, but he chuckled soon after. He thrusts it in once more.

“Ah~” You moaned as I struggled to keep my composure.

His pace quickened with time, and also getting rougher as he got closer to his high. After a few more rough thrusts, he finally released his seed inside of you. I came soon after. I was out of breath. You couldn’t stand it anymore. Your knees were sore from withstanding all of this pressure. Xiao noticed this too as you were heavily gasping for air. He put his two hands on your waist and flipped you over on your back, against the wall. He guided your legs to be on his shoulders.

“May I go further?” He asked, still heavily sweating.

“We’ve already crossed the line. Go ahead.” You ensured.

With that, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. He swirled his tongue in your mouth, almost wanting to dominate you completely. Your body relaxed at his touch and youI let my guard down fully for the first time since entering this cave.

As you two made out, his fingers proceeded to enter your wet pussy. The other one lifted up your shirt and cupped your breast. You gasped at the sudden entrance, but you let all your worries away. After all, you were in an Adeptus’s hands. He pulled his lips away from yours and smiled as his fingers continued to pound inside of you. Your mind was foggy as waves of pleasure washed over your entire body. You moan out his name, which only motivated him more. After countless thrusts from his fingers, he pulled it out only to reveal it frosted in cum.

He smirked. He brought the hand dripped with your cum to his mouth and licked it clean in front of you. You blushed at the gesture and giggled. Finally, the Adeptus propped you up and helped you put on your clothes. You looked around to scan your surroundings. Phew… Nothing and no one was there, not even Paimon. Wait, Paimon?! You thought to yourself and ran around, stopping at every corner of the cave to look for her. Xiao was frantically looking for Paimon as well.

“Traveler,” A high voice echoed through the walls. “I got some food!” Paimon laughed. Her arms were filled to the brim with bread, berries, and potatoes. You turned around, eyes filled with relief, and ran up to hug her. Your arms wrap around her tiny body so tight, it caused her to drop all the food to the ground.

“Was I gone that long?” She sighed, patting your head.

Xiao followed along and bent down to pick up the dropped belongings. He tried to avert his eyes somewhere else as he handed them to you. It seems like the effect inside the cave has worn off, for now. There was still a lot of awkward energy between the two of you after what had just happened.

“I think I figured out the mystery about this cave.” You chuckled, leaving Xiao a flustered mess.

“What?! Tell Paimon!” She exclaimed.

“There’s a certain scent in here vthat makes people act different. Some people endure it longer than others, while some only get the effect for a day or so.” You explained, giving a look to Xiao.

“And how’d you find that out?” Paimon looked at you suspiciously.

“I… Just did.” You laughed nervously.

Xiao disappeared at this point to not get any more embarrassed.

#anime and manga #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao smut #xiao genshin smut #xiao genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin impact smut

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Coitus interrupted.

Starring: Douma x f!reader.

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, oral sex (Douma receiving), language, slight degradation.

Format: short imagine.

Plot: you and your boyfriend were having a steamy make out session, but one thing leads to another and you found yourselves moaning each others name. Everything was great, until someone interrupted you. Will it kill the mood, or ignite a devious spark within them?

Author note: this is for the same anon who had requested “Coitus interrupted” with Muzan and Kokushibo. This part was supposed to be included in the previous post, but I have forgotten to write it! I hope you are going to enjoy this and thank you again for having requested something about my favorite Upper Moon.

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Douma.

You were comfortably reading a novel on your bed. Your boyfriend, Douma, had come over fifteen minutes ago and was currently taking a shower. The house was silent, finally. Well, it was one of the perks of living alone after years of sharing a roof with your family. You had longed for some peace and, obviously, for some privacy too. You did not have to ask your poor boyfriend to sneak into your house in the middle of the night for some quality time in your bedroom. Not to mention you were not always on a rush too.

You had just flipped the page, when Douma walked into your bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. The sweet scent of coconut and vanilla filled the air, as he grinned down at you and crawled over the bed. You knew what time it was. The predatory look in his glimmering rainbow-colored eyes left nothing to imagination. He demanded your attention, there was no doubt about it.

“Baby, aren’t you done reading yet?” he chimed, hovering over you and swatting the book away from your hands.

You rolled your eyes at him, flinching at the loud thud of your book landing on the floor “I think I am now. – you sarcastically stated, cupping his smooth cheek in your hand – You know I don’t like to be interrupted. But, maybe, you can make it up to me, can’t you?” you whispered, opening your legs wider to let him settle in between.

Douma smirked, his pearly teeth on display as he grasped your wrists and pinned them up above your head “Really? No, baby, I think it’s your turn to make it up to me, though. – he purred, chewing on his lower lips thoughtfully before finishing his sentence – After all, you refused to shower with me. I’m quite offended” he feigned offence, making your cheeks flush up instantly.

Not much was said after that. The languid glance he shot in your direction, as he unknotted the towel hanging around his waist and discarded it on the ground, was the only hint he dropped for you to take action. Your mouth watered at the sight you were beholding and you wasted no time in tying your hair up in a ponytail and pushing your boyfriend down on the mattress.

Douma chuckled as you wrapped your hand around his cock, your tongue twirling around the leaking tip and eliciting a soft grunt from him “My, my… What a diligent slut you are. You’re taking your time, aren’t you? – he breathed out, half-lidded eyes boring into yours – Yet, that’s not what I want” he said, his tone of voice dropping a few octaves as he yanked your hair back before thrusting up into your mouth.

Your breath hitched and you gagged for the sudden intrusion in your throat, your tongue trying to stimulate his turgid shaft as he relentlessly hit the back of your throat. His pace was feral, tears peaked at the angles of your eyes and Douma softly moaned your name, as he chased his orgasm.

“Fuck—Just like that! That’s your dinner, baby. Y-yes! Swallow my cum like the needy bitch you are” the silver-haired man said just when his thrusts became sloppier and his climax was about to reach its peak.

You were so lost into giving him pleasure, gaze flicking up to stare at his angelic face that you had not heard someone unlocking the front door. Obviously, you did not even hear the footsteps echoing in the corridor outside your bedroom and, when the door opened, your brother almost got an heart attack.

Your nose pressed against Douma’s navel, his hand holding onto your ponytail as he fucked your mouth, Akaza watched how his irritating friend and, unfortunately, brother-in-law came down your throat with a final thrust. He grimaced in disgust, the box with the pizza he had bought on his way to your house slipping from his hand and splattering on the carpet and he let out a groan of frustration.

“Y/N, what the fuck?!” he blurted out, causing you to pull away from Douma and forcefully swallowing down to collect yourself.

Your cheeks were beet red, as you quickly threw a pillow at Douma for him to cover himself “Akaza! Have you ever heard about giving a call before coming over!” you piped out, eyes daggers on him.

Douma, on the other hand, was having the best time of his life. A proud smirk crossing his lips, he held the pillow to cover his waist “Akaza-dono! Of course she is still fucking me! Once you try a good cock, there’s no way you’re going to stop! – he crooned – Also, your sister’s got such a skillful tongue! Her throat is so—”.

He never got to finish the sentence because your brother had jumped at his throat and you spent the next two hours trying not let him slaughter your boyfriend on the dinner table.

Tags: the lovely people who love Douma @doumadono @doumaslotus ❤️

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hanniiisworld · 1 year

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FULL NELSON W MUZAN?? IT WILL NOT LEAVE MY MIND OMGOSKF hes so strong imagine like saying “i bet you cant hold me in the air while fucking me” AND HE TAKES IT AS A CHALLENGE. you’ve never been shut up so quickly in all of your life. he’s calling you a “greedy little slut” for saying that just so he’d fuck you until you’re begging him to stop but even then he wont, not until he’s satisfied now that you worked him up

OKAY IM GONE NOWCMOAMF

YOUR BRAIN??:);)2)($$3 FUCK MEEEE I WANNA MARRY IT.

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, bratty!reader, dumbification, degradation, strength/size kink, he fucks you standing up, shoves his fingers in your mouth, rough sex, creampie, [mentions of multiple creampies]

“i bet you’re not strong enough to hold me up and fuck me… actually, i don’t know if i believe you’re even strong enough to hold me up at all.”

muzan’s eyebrow twitches as that infamous forehead vein bulges out to make an appearance, crimson gaze full of utter disbelief as your words boggle around in his head - what did you just say?

the smug look on your face says it all, and muzan can't possibly choke down his need to prove you wrong with every thrust until you're falling into dumbness on his cock. he could imagine ruining you in so many different ways right now, but the ending always results in his name tumbling out of your drooling mouth like a chant with load after load of his cum stuffed inside of you.

"hm, is that so?" muzan's low tone drips with condescendence, tantalizing lips just inches from yours as his brawny hand grips your jaw. he relishes in the meekness glimmering in your eyes, his grasp on your face forcing your neck to crane up at him. "didn't anyone ever teach you not to bite off more than you can chew?"

your brain was already so hazy and riddled with lust that you barely processed the way he tore your clothes off, his thick fingers digging into your ass as he lifts you up - your knees hooked over his arms.

“okay… so, you picked me up. big deal, but that still isn’t enough to prove me wro-“ your words stifle as his cock pushes inside you to bottom out, one hand holding you up as the other shoves two fingers in your mouth.

“you really don’t know when to stop running your mouth, do you?” muzan’s rasped tone is biting, his brawny grip bouncing you on his cock and driving jolts up your body. “still have something to say? still think i can’t? why don’t you just watch me, then?”

you’ve never been humbled so intensely in your life - every rough rock of his hips drives his cock into the hilt of your pussy with a brash smack, his fingers fully delved in your mouth as you whine and whimper around them.

“you’re nothing more than a greedy little slut, isn’t that right?” muzan sneers out, pearled fangs baring as he watches your eyes flutter and your drool slip down his knuckles. “being a brat isn’t in your favor. i thought you would’ve learned that by now, but i guess i was mistaken.”

your every murmur of ‘m-muzan! too big- too much’ is muffled and incomprehensible, falling on deaf ears as he bounces and grinds your hips and fucks your precious cunt however he pleases. you swear that each drive of his cock makes you see stars, brain foggy as your whole body tingles in euphoria.

“‘too big’, hm? should’ve thought of that before you mouthed off to me,” muzan leers out between heaving pants, brawny muscles flexing from every movement. with every second that his climax ticks closer, his ministrations only get rougher and more unrelenting. “but i guess you were just desperate, weren’t you? go on, admit it.”

“yes, yes, i’m jus’ desperate,” you mutter out onto his fingers, your whimpers and stifled breaths making it sound more like a drunken babble. your wet lashes flutter shut, the raw pleasure pervading through your body like poison as it completely takes over you.

“that’s right,” muzan’s ruts start to get sloppy as they shift into an inhumanly rapid pace, each wet smack and rough growl rattling in your thoughtless head as if it’s the only thing you’ve ever known. his climax twitches in his cock, each tight squeeze of your cunt practically begging for his cum. “slutty pussy wants all my cum inside, doesn’t it? say ‘yes, muzan’…”

“yes, muzan!” you muffle out, drool smothering his hand as he fucks into you with only one goal in mind - to fill you up again and again, just to watch you squirm and admit that you were, in fact, wrong.

“there you go, so obedient for me,” muzan mutters out condescendingly, a leering smirk on his face as his muscles shudder from the euphoria simmering in his body. with a chuckled grunt and his cock bottomed out in your pussy, ropes of white spill inside you to the hilt and drip down his shaft.

“you’ve learned your lesson now, didn’t you? but i don’t think i’m done teaching you yet.”

2022 MUZANS.

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hanniiisworld · 1 year

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Douma x Female cultist!Reader Smut: coming into paradise (cross-posted from my ao3 account)

Characters: Douma, female cult member (reader)

Summary: Douma ties you up with his ice vines. Pure smut LOL very porn with plot. Bondage, praise kink, dom/sub vibes. I also have this on my ao3 account (plus an additional chapter there).

Warnings: 18+

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hanniiisworld · 1 year

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Hi! I hope you’re doing good!

I was wondering if your requests are open. If they are, could I please request headcanons of how douma, yoriichi and kyojuro would react to reader wearing something revealing in a public event? It could be a party, or a date, it’s up to you! Would they get more jealous or turned on?

I’m sorry if my english is kind of bad! And it’s fine if you don’t write for some of them!

Drink water and keep slaying author-chan!

▸ ANSWERING. oh your english is fine dw !! it’s my first time writing for yoriichi and i fear that he’s out of character… i apologise just in case um, here it is by the way <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. douma (upper rank two) x fem!reader, kyojuro rengoku x fem!reader, yoriichi tsugikuni x fem!reader

▸ RATING. nsfw

▸ WARNINGS. modern eu! mild smut (or better: horrible smut lol), jealousy, fingering, kissing, not proofread

okay important, for the ambience imagine one of those round party tables pls. it’s super important in kyojuro’s part or else it won’t make sense. that being said, they’re like attending a party for some sort of birthday celebration or like graduation stuff idk, it’s up to you really

DOUMA

i personally think he would get jealous

but it passes soon because he kinda starts clinging to your side more than usual as to mark his territory

he can’t help but stare at you

SiDEeYE to whoever stares longer than 2 seconds

douma grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss when someone isn’t getting a hint

you’re too stunned to speak after every single kiss

he would take you to the bathroom 🫢

get ready for two things:

1 you won’t see your panties till you get home because they now belong to his pocket

2 stare at your reflection while douma’s gripping your hips and making you see stars

“fuck . . . you look amazing tonight,” he whimpers into your hear, one of his hand wrapped around your neck.

[i’m so down bad for him i just wanna hear douma moan]

needless to say, you’re a mess and douma seems more satisfied than usual

“my beautiful, beautiful woman,” he mutters once you turn around to face him and he gently caress your cheek before kissing your parted lips

KYOJURO RENGOKU

now, kyojuro would be too stunned to speak

he’s hyperventilating on the inside

“darling, you . . . woah, you’re stunning.”

he doesn’t really get that jealous but he too would make sure to let others understand that he’s your boyfriend

coff coff fingering under the table coff coff

kyojuro’s damned skilled fingers

you’re gripping his thigh so hard you’re almost ripping his pants

kyojuro literally started fingering you to discourage those who were staring too long at your figure

and when he licks his finger clean as if nothing happened

“i really want a kiss,” he pleads, staring at you with those gold orbs. you glance at him, “you’re unbelievable.”

of course you give him a little peck on the lips a few moments later, making him smile

he’s holding your hand for the rest of the night, randomly kissing your cheek some times

YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI

man’s on a mission.

doesn’t let anyone stare at you for too long

he doesn’t need to talk or do anything, they simply meet his eyes and look away

it’s amazing because the moment he meets your soft eyes he turns into a puppy

you kiss his chin and smile at him, as if you were oblivious to the hungry eyes surrounding you

you rest your cheek against his arm, enjoying your time with yoriichi

he’s jealous but not that kind of jealous, y’know?

yoriichi hides it well, he’s not one to cause a scene or get the two of you in troubles

but the moment you get home you don’t even get the time to say “it was a fun night . . .” that yoriichi has your back against the nearest wall and is devouring your lips

he’s gently holding your face, about to moan right into your mouth. one of his hands sneaks between your legs but you’re wet enough from the whole make out session that you quickly unzip his pants and pull it down. yoriichi catches up quickly and lift you off the ground before finally sinking into your warm and welcoming cunt. you moan against his lips and tug at his hair, getting lost in the pleasure once he starts thrusting his hips

“you were so beautiful everyone was staring at you, petal,” he smiles against your neck, his ears blessed by your cute little moans. “i love you– shit.”

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. what is this? idk kdjfjf i hope you enjoyed it by the way, have a good day / night <3

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Savoring the moment - Douma x fem!reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, oral (m receiving), minors DNI

Your supple lips grazed against his, playfully taunting him as you tightened your grip on his hips. Douma let out a throaty moan, and you responded by deepening the kiss, savoring the taste of his lips and the sound of his moans. He hesitantly explored your face with his hands, gingerly tracing your cheekbones.

It was almost surreal, too good to be true. You found it hard to believe that you were actually kissing him.

With a whine, Douma protested as you pulled away from him. Your foreheads rested together, your flushed lips curving into a small smile as his nose brushed against yours. He couldn't help but want more, almost begging for your mouth to return to his, but when you lowered to your knees, the air left his lungs. Your gaze was so intense, it felt like you were trying to devour him with your eyes as you pressed small pecks onto his hip bones and then onto his outline. It was something Douma had thought about countless times since you came to his cult, but now that it was happening, he couldn't believe it was real.

You stared at him through the rim of your lashes, desperate to taste him, and he knew he wasn't going to last very long. The moment you pulled the waistband of his pants down, the cold air hit him and his cock emerged from his clothes, twitching achingly. As you wrapped your hand around the base of him, Douma's hips jerked at the sudden contact.

The heat of your hand was different than his own, entirely different yet exceedingly better. Then, your tongue licked the tip, and Douma moaned, his knuckles whitening as he tugged on your hair a little. The gleam in your eyes was hypnotic, and he knew he was done for.

You skillfully traced your tongue from the base of his length to the tip, taking in the taste of the pre-cum that had begun to ooze from him. You parted your lips and took in as much of him as you could manage, hollowing out your cheeks to create a pleasurable suction. The moans that escaped him were a mixture of pleasure and frustration as he tried to keep his eyes open to witness the pleasure that you were giving him. The way you moved your mouth around him was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, even though he lived for centuries.

As Douma gazed down at you, he could see tears welling up in your eyes as you gagged on him. The majority of him relished the view of you on your knees, struggling to take in all of him. With his hands, he brushed away the tears that cascaded down your cheekbones. "My beautiful lotus, you're looking so fucking beautiful down there. Keep on doing that and I'll cum," Douma started to warn you, but your tongue swirled around his tip, and your hand caressed his balls while the other gripped whatever portion of him couldn't fit inside your mouth.

"My beautiful petal, that's so fucking hot," he managed to say between moans of ecstasy.

The sound of Douma's moans echoed through the room as he climaxed, his essence spilling into your mouth. Despite the pathetic nature of his sounds, Douma found no shame in the pleasure coursing through his body. His muscles trembled as he lost control and instinctively pulled on your hair. His eyes never left your flushed face as he thrust his hips towards your mouth with fervor, savoring the sounds of your gags. Douma felt no remorse for the way he used you to satiate his desires. Breathless whispers escaped his lips, a mantra of profanity and your name woven together.

As his movements gradually decelerated, you separated from him and wiped the corners of your mouth, extracting whatever oozed from it. His chest was heaving, beads of sweat forming on his hairline as you stood up from the floor. Your lips were swollen, flushed, and glistening with his cum, and the way you were gazing at him, Douma could've reached orgasm again, right on the spot. This couldn't be real - he couldn't have just witnessed you swallowing his semen and seeming eager to repeat the act. Oh, it was going to be a long night.

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〈 his favorite 〉

Your parents joined the Eternal Paradise Cult a few months before you were born. Douma offered them shelter and care when it came time for your mother to give birth. According to him, your parents left you in his care as soon as you were weaned off of your mother’s breast. Douma took the upmost care of you from that moment on, often handing you off to his followers to play with but always observing from a distance. He never saw you as his daughter, only his “favorite” — something he’d always whisper in your ear as a child to hear your giggle. He meant it too, something quite rare for a demon like him. He didn’t even have to try hard to make sure you were devoted to him, from the time you could toddle you had always wanted to be by his side, small hands grabbing at his pants to keep him close. He knew he had made the right choice with you.

Douma watching you grow up, always keeping you close to him in order to keep you safe. He knows it bothers some of the women in his cult, knowing good and well that you are his favorite. Anyone who does any wrong to you just so happens to conveniently “leave” the cult. You never think anything of it, to blindly devoted to your beloved leader. As you grow, your devotion turns to love. Embarrassing enough, by the time you reach adulthood you are fairly certain you are in love with him. It wasn’t until you turned twenty that Douma entertained any sort of intimate affection with you. His touch was always lingering, his lips always against your ear as he whispered the same things he whispered to you as a child… “favorite”.

Douma decided that it would be best to test your loyalty, some thing he didn’t think he needed to do but did anyways. It’s late at night, you’re brushing his hair, humming softly as he speaks. “Y/N, dear.” You smile as he spoke your name. “Yes my lord?” He straightened a bit, large hand motioning you to stop and come sit before him so he could see you. “I’d like to talk with you, little one.” a sugary sweet smile crossed his face. “Of course, what’s on your mind?” You sat on your knees before him, only a few inches separated your legs from his. He was much larger than you, a broad frame covered in muscles. You never saw him do any sort of rigorous activities, it was a wonder how he had obtained such a body. “I’d like to tell you a secret, little one.” You gasped, eyes lighting up, it wasn’t often Douma confided in you. “Please tell!” He flashed you another grin.

“Would you believe me if I told you… I ate humans?” Your face turned from curiosity to confusion, head tilting to the side. “You… eat people? Like… actually eat people?” You could tell he wasn’t joking, Douma was never one to joke about such things with you. “I do… it’s how I survive… would you believe me if I told you demons existed?” You squirmed slightly, heart picking up in pace. “I’d believe anything you told me, my lord.” He sighed, hand reaching out to caress your cheek. “So good… such an obedient little one. I knew I made the right choice with you.” It wasn’t until that moment that you noticed his nails were as sharp as razors. “May I ask a question?” Your heart may be beating faster but you weren’t scared. “Of course, little one.” You clasped your hands together, “are you a demon, my lord?”

One blink and your question was answered, his pupils had changed from small circles to lettering. “Upper two…” the words slipped past your lips, soft and quiet as Douma’s hand gently grabbed your chin. “Does that frighten you, little one?” His thumb played with your bottom lip, eager to hear what you’d say. “No… not even a little.” You swallowed “I’ll keep your secret, till the day I die.” You didn’t expect him to frown at that. “I don’t want you talking like that, little one. It saddens me to think you’ll die one day.” Your brows creased, blinking innocently at him. “We all die… don’t we?“ he shook his head, as if explaining a simple concept to a small child. “I am no longer human, I haven’t been for quite some time. I won’t die.” You nodded, finding some sort of comfort in knowing you’d never see the person you love so dearly leave earth before you.

“Though I would like you to stay by my side… never growing old. Would you like that, little one?” You nodded, frowning a bit. “I don’t think I’m worthy enough for that, my lord.” He shook his head, sugary sweet smile still on his face. “Remember what I’ve told you since you were baby? You, y/n, are my favorite. Nobody else has that title. Nobody is as important as you are to me, little one.” Heat flooded your face, head aching to turn away but Douma was still holding your chin. “Promise?” You croaked out meekly, somehow still afraid of his answer. “Promise.” He smiled back, nothing but sincerity in his words.

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Under His Watchful Eye || Douma x fem!reader

Summary: you are found injured by worshippers of Douma after being attacked by a wild animal in the mountains. You're taken to his temple where you're cared for and nursed back to health under the watchful eye of his. As time passes, Douma becomes attached to you, but when you disobey his order one day, he becomes angry and decides to punish you accordingly

Warnings: smut with plot 🔞 & the reader asking far too many questions in the end 😀

Word count: 7792

Authors: Cass & Rouge

As you hiked through the mountain trails, the fresh air and beautiful scenery made you feel invigorated. However, that feeling quickly vanished when a wild animal attacked you out of nowhere. You tried to defend yourself, but the creature was too strong and vicious, leaving you badly injured and alone. You were almost certain you would die.

Just when you thought you couldn't go any further after attempting to getting back home, a group of strange individuals appeared before you. They were dressed in long, flowing robes and had a serene look on their faces.

You felt weak in your knees and fell down to the frozen ground, shaking uncontrollably all over your exhausted body.

"Are you okay?" A female voice asked.

You tried to speak, but your throat was dry. You managed to nod, and they helped you to your feet. You leaned on one of them as they guided you into an unknown direction. "You must come with us," one of them said softly, taking your arm.

"Poor thing, look at all those wounds," the other person added within sad tone.

You were too weak to resist as they led you deeper into the forest, eventually arriving at a small sanctuary.

As you walked, you couldn't help but notice the strange symbols painted on the rocks and trees around you. The people were quiet, and you could only hear the sound of the wind and the snow under their feet.

The last thing you remembered was the warmness of the interiors surrounding you. Then you lost your consciousness.

Douma was pleasantly surprised today by something he did not expect. A very attractive female human was brought into his shrine, which he would even call a miracle; he wouldn't have to take any efforts to find someone new for his pleasures. He had to keep the girl there.

"Don't look at me like that. You should know what I expect. Take care of this poor thing. Treat her wounds, give her a bath, and dress her. Let her rest," he instructed.

He smiled at two of his dear followers, who were not really sure what to do with the newcomer. He was growing curious about how the girl really looked without all the blood and dirt on her. Sadly, he would have to wait to satisfy his curiosity.

As time passed, you found yourself gradually regaining your strength. Though you still spent most of your days sleeping, you were surprised to find that a group of women were taking excellent care of you.

One day, as you slowly opened your eyes, you noticed a woman sitting beside you. "Oh, you're awake!" She exclaimed with a smile.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up a little, taking in your surroundings. The room was cozy and filled with dim light of candles. "Where am I?"

"You're in our sanctuary, in our lord's place," the woman replied. "My name is Aka, and I'm one of those who found you in the woods. You were very ill and injured, and we've been taking care of you for the past few weeks."

You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, as well as shock when you realized how much time had passed. "You said weeks?" You inquired, your voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, my.... Thank you for everything."

As the days passed, you continued to regain your strength. You were amazed at the kindness and compassion of these strangers who had taken you in and nursed you back to health. And as you looked around at the warm and welcoming home they had created, you knew that you were in good hands. At least that was the impression you'd received.

Meantime, Douma made sure to take care of you by sending someone to fetch something nice for you, and finally, he had a chance to see you in your full glory - free of any life-threatening illness, clean, and dressed in fine clothes.

He personally couldn't wait to meet you and learn who you were. There were so many things he could do with and to you! It made him so excited that a shiver ran down his spine.

As Douma walked into the room that served you as your chamber, he hummed melodically, "My, my, my! Why did no one tell me that you are awake? I would have come sooner to see you."

However, he stopped when he saw your surprised expression and turned to face the other woman standing near the door, "Oh, Aka, my dear. Haven't you told her everything yet?"

Aka, one of your trusted followers, approached the tall man with a heavy heart. She informed him that she had not been able to tell you everything that she had wanted to, and she was deeply sorry for letting him down.

You bowed your head to the man after softening your kimono, overwhelmed with gratitude for the kindness he had shown you. "Thank you so much, sir," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for taking care of me," you added with your head still bowed, "but I will never forget the hospitality you have offered me. I am forever in your debt."

He had to admit that you were a pretty one. You must have been tasty, but on the other hand, it would be a shame to simply consume you. Perhaps he could keep you around as a pet? He had tried it before, but it didn't work out as he had wanted. Maybe if you behaved, who knows?

With a smile, he said, "Oh, no need to thank me, sweetheart! How could I say no to someone in need? I am happy to finally see you in good shape. What's your name, dear?"

You dared to raise your head a little to take a closer look at him.

He stood before you with an imposing presence. He was a tall and muscular young man with a noticeably pale complexion, and his long and pointed nails seemed stained with a pale blue color. His hair was either silver or a pale golden blond, parted to the left, with shorter strands flaring out to either side of his face and a longer spiral drape down his back. His eyes were incredibly rare and beautiful, appearing to be made up of an array of rainbow pastel tones that faded into one another as they circled his irises. You caught yourself staring in his eyes a little longer than you were supposed to, so you instantly bowed your head once more, trying to pay proper respect to him. "My name's Y/N, sir. If not you and your people, I'd be long dead, eaten by wild animals or maybe even demons themselves."

If only you knew! Douma couldn't help but giggle softly at the idea of how oblivious you were. It was adorable!

"Well, then I guess you are the lucky one. Do you have any family or a home?"

You hesitated for a moment before admitting, "It's just that I don't have a family or a home. Sometimes it feels like something's missing."

He quickly walked up to you and cupped your cheeks, rubbing your soft, warm skin with his slender, cold thumbs. "Well, well, Y/N, not only were you saved, but you have also found a new home. You can stay here, and I will gladly take care of you."

You were shocked by how cold his hands were. You could feel the icy chill radiating from his fingers as they pressed against your skin. The sudden coldness caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but shiver at the sensation. You had never felt hands that cold before, and it left you momentarily speechless. Despite the coldness, however, his touch was gentle, and you could sense the kindness in his eyes as he spoke to you. You forced yourself to focus on his words, trying to ignore the frigid sensation spreading through your cheeks.

You were shocked by the man's kindness and hospitality he and his people had shown you.

He had taken you in when you were lost, hurt and alone, and had even offered to help you still. You couldn't believe that someone who was a stranger to you could be so generous. "Thank you so much," you said, your voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know how to repay you for your kindness, sir."

"You don't need to thank me, sweetheart. I only hope that dear Aka will explain everything you need to know," he said, looking at the other woman significantly. "Now, rest some more and make sure you eat well. I will come back later to have a private conversation with you."

"Sir," you whispered hesitantly, barely moving your lips. "Can I at least have your name?"

"It's Douma," he said with a smile. "If you listen carefully to what Aka says, my dear Y/N, you will know everything."

As you and Aka were speaking together after Douma had left the chamber, she began to describe him to you. "He is a wise man," Aka said, her voice soft with reminiscence. "He has a way of seeing the world that few others could match. When he speaks, it is as if the entire room fell silent, hanging on his every word."

You nodded, listening intently as Aka continued to speak.

"Master Douma is also fiercely loyal to his followers," she added, a small smile crossing her lips. "He would do anything to protect us, to ensure our safety and happiness."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the man she described. Even though you had only met him briefly, you could sense that there was something special about him.

As your conversation with Aka continued, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of curiosity about the man known as Douma. What other secrets and wisdom had he imparted to his followers? And what was his ultimate goal in life? These were questions that you knew you would have to seek answers to in the days and weeks to come.

The longer you stayed with Douma, the more he grew fond of you. It was obvious that you had become his favorite, as you were the only one living with him permanently. He kept you safe and took care of you the best way he could.

You were like his little pet, and he loved making sure that you were happy because you looked better that way. You were always so eager to talk to him and spend time with him, which he found simply adorable. He could have feasted on you, but keeping you around was much better - it made the boring times more interesting.

"What's going through that little head of yours?" Douma asked, getting comfortable on a big pillow while he played with your hair, your head resting on his lap.

You lay with your head rested on Douma's lap, looking up at the ceiling of his room with a mixture of thoughtfulness and disbelief. "I can't believe you took me under your wings," you told him. "And you never wanted anything in return." You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

The past few weeks you spent by Douma's side were a whirlwind of new experiences and insights. You followed him everywhere, learning who he was and how he lived his life. He introduced you to his followers, who welcomed you with open arms and showed you the ropes.

However, as you grew closer to Douma, you began to notice some of his followers becoming jealous. They would shoot you looks of disdain and make snide remarks when you were around. At first, you tried to brush it off, but as time went on, their behavior began to wear on you.

Despite the jealousy of some of his followers, Douma continued to show you kindness and respect. He patiently answered your questions and taught you his ways, never once making you feel inferior. You were grateful for his guidance and felt privileged to be so close to him.

In the end, you knew that Douma's influence had changed you for the better. You had learned so much from him, not only about his ways but about yourself as well.

As the weeks went by, you felt yourself growing more and more fond of him, and sometimes even felt strange tickling within your abdomen when he was casting you a glance over the room full of his followers.

You turned to Douma, feeling at ease in his presence. "I feel very well here," you told him, "but I'd like to visit my little hut and take some things from there. I'd also like to visit my brother's grave."

"And for what? You have everything here. You don't need your old stuff or to visit your brother," he rolled his eyes, growing slightly annoyed with your idea. He had given you everything, and yet you still cared about something so silly and trivial. Your brother was nothing but a corpse, rotting in the ground. "Besides, would you really leave me here all alone and sad? Do you want me to die of a broken heart?" He asked dramatically.

"I..." You whispered, turning your glance away from him. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to upset you, Douma."

Your mind wandered to your brother's grave. You thought about how much you missed him and how you wished you could visit him more often. The cemetery was only a few miles away probably, and you knew you could easily sneak out during the night for just an hour or two. You promised yourself that you'd do it, that night or some other time when Douma wouldn't notice, being busy with his errands.

"You didn't upset me, my dear Y/N. It just hurts me that you worry about those things when I make sure you have everything," he purred, easily pulling you up and setting you comfortably on his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you. "Don't you feel good here, with me?"

You looked deeply into Douma's eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence wash over you. "Douma," you whispered, reaching out slowly to caress one of his cheeks gently, "I want you to know that I feel really good by your side. You make me feel safe and sound, and I'm grateful for that." You paused for a moment, taking in the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light casted by a lot of candles set around the room. "You know, I never thought I could trust someone so completely, but with you, it just comes naturally."

The demon purred at your touch and nodded. You were his and there was no need for you to seek anything else beyond what he could give you. "Now you see, I can give you everything you ask for, so there is no need to visit your old life, my sweet little Y/N," he whispered before kissing your cheek.

As Douma leaned in to kiss your cheek, you felt your face flushing with a warm hue. His lips were cold, yet soft and tender against your skin, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest. "Douma," a weak whisper left your parted lips as you clutched on his shoulders. You moved your head to face him, your cheeks still tinged with pink. "You're right, just as always, my dear master."

He laughed, gently grabbing and squeezing your cheeks. "Look at you! So pretty and cute," Douma chuckled as he played with your soft skin, grazing it with his sharp nails. "I am wondering... If this made you blush so much, then what will this do?"

He grasped your cheeks a bit harder than before and kissed your lips.

Once Douma's lips were pressed to yours, you couldn't help but let out a quiet gasp that quickly turned into a moan. Despite his lips being rather cold, the kiss he offered tasted sweet like honey. The way his tongue moved along your teeth, the way his perfect teeth grabbed your tongue, everything about the kiss was igniting emotions you didn't know you still held within you.

You found yourself wrapping your arms around Douma's neck, pulling him closer to you. You felt his body pressing against yours, his closeness enveloping you. The scent of him filled your nostrils, a heady mix of sandalwood and musk.

Your heart raced as you lost yourself in the moment, feeling completely consumed by the passion between you. For a moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you, locked in a fiery embrace.

You pulled yourself away from Douma after a while, looking him in the rainbow-coloured eyes; his eyes were mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but get lost in them for a moment. "Douma…"

"So pretty and so full of color," he laughed, moving his thumbs across your skin.

Douma indeed enjoyed having you here. He loved that you were such a good pet. He had grown used to having you around, especially loving it when you sat on his lap.

Of course, Douma was aware of the jealousy of some followers, and as a good owner, he took care of some of those who were a threat to his beloved pet. When you noticed this, he explained that they had just left. Thankfully, you always accepted this explanation.

"It's getting late. Aren't you tired?" Douma asked, a hint of worry within his tone.

"Just a little bit, my master," you replied, your cheeks still flushed. You bit your lower lip after his comment about you having a lot of colours. You didn't know how he was doing it, but he was always making your heart skipping a beat.

"Well, then don't sit up late, little one. I want my little girl to be well-rested," he kissed your cheek one last time before gently pushing you off his lap.

You tried your best to keep your composure, but your heart was racing and your felt like whining as Douma pushed you off his lap. Your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Good night, my master," you smiled at him, bowing your head down.

After that you left his chamber. Of course you had to bump on a group of his the most dedicated followers; their led you down the corridor with a mean glances, and you could swear you heard them whispering about you. Yet, you decided to not pay attention.

You had trouble sleeping, tossing and turning in your bed as the memory of Douma's anger haunted you. You had mentioned leaving the shrine, hoping to visit your brother's grave, but the expression on Douma's face had been rather a nasty one; you'd never seen him like that; the change within him was immediate and unexpected.

You tried to push the memory away, to think of other things, but it kept coming back to you, replaying over and over in your mind. You wondered for a second or two if you had made a mistake in confiding in him, in trusting him with your deepest desires and fears.

As the night wore on, you grew more and more exhausted, but still, you couldn't sleep. You finally decided that you couldn't stay in the bed any longer.

You got up from your bed, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake anyone. You changed into some other clothes, careful to pick things that wouldn't make too much noise as you moved. You didn't want anyone to know that you were leaving, especially not Douma. After putting on a thick fur Douma gifted you with some time before, you were ready.

You didn't want to attract attention by carrying too much, so you decided to leave your bag in the room. You checked your pockets for anything important, making sure you had your keys.

Finally, you took a deep breath and opened the door to your room. You stepped out into the hallway, the floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet. You listened carefully for any sounds, but the shrine was quiet.

You made your way to the front door, your heart pounding in your chest. You turned the handle slowly, hoping it wouldn't make too much noise, and pushed the door open. A gust of cool air hit your face, and you stepped outside into the night. You closed the door behind you, trying to be as quiet as possible, and set off down the path, hoping that you were making the right decision.

Douma could come across as a silly man with his overly friendly behavior. He could seem like someone easy to fool, but oh, you were so mistaken!

A pair of rainbow eyes watched you leave from behind the golden fan. He knew it would happen, he knew you wouldn't really sit on your ass as you should. Douma knew you would be back, of course you would for there was nothing waiting for you out there. You had no reason to leave for good, but of course, you had to fulfill your little ideas.

"Bad, bad pet," Douma whispered to himself. He already planned how he was going to punish you and make you stay with him forever.

As you arrived at the old graveyard, you felt a sense of melancholy wash over you. Memories of childhood days spent with your brother came flooding back, as you made your way to his final resting place. The grave was still and silent, surrounded by the peaceful stillness of the cemetery.

You took out the bouquet of flowers you had managed to gather. With careful hands, you placed them gently on your brother's grave. As you stepped back, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as you remembered the good times you shared with him. Before you managed to regain your composure, you shed a tear.

The wind picked up, blowing gently through the trees, rustling the leaves and reminding you of the fleeting nature of life. You stood there for a few moments longer, lost in your thoughts, before finally turning to leave. As you walked away, you promised yourself that you would always remember your brother, and keep his memory alive in your heart.

As you made your way towards the Eternal Paradise Faith shrine, you couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. The sky was beginning to brighten, and you knew that the sun would soon rise. You quickened your pace, determined to reach the shrine before dawn.

Finally, you arrived at the entrance, and were greeted by the serene surroundings of the shrine. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the sound of chanting people filled your ears. You took a moment to take in your surroundings, appreciating the peaceful atmosphere and the stunning architecture of the shrine.

Oh, you were a little oblivious bunny, so sure that you could get away with this little thing.

He was going to let you think you were the smart one, that you could go behind his back. Douma honestly wondered if maybe you would tell him at some point, admit to your wrongdoings, and beg for forgiveness.

So he waited, pretending he knew nothing, letting you believe he was naive.

The whole day passed, and he heard nothing from you, and it made him mad. He summoned you to see him, just like he did every evening.

Despite feeling curious and a bit uneasy, you went straight to meet him after taking a long bath.

You stepped forward and pushed open the door to Douma's chamber, the hinges creaking as you entered. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles casting flickering shadows across the walls. "My master, you summoned me."

He looked at you with a sweet smile, resting his cheek on his hand. "Here comes my favorite. Don't be scared, I simply missed you, my little Y/N."

You felt that there was something off about his behavior. It was difficult to put your finger on it, but there was a sense that he was holding something back or not being entirely truthful. Maybe it was the way his rainbow-coloured eyes were looking at you, as if they were about to pierce right through your soul or the hesitation in his voice when he spoke. Whatever it was, you couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

Taking a few steps, you came closer to his bed.

He blinked, feigning concern for you. "Is something wrong, my dear? Come here," he said, beckoning you to sit on his lap.

Once you were seated comfortably, he took your palm in his and gave your hand a little kiss. "What is bothering you? Is someone talking bad about you again?"

"It's not that, my master," you replied, trying to regain the control over your uncontrollably shaking body. "I... I just did something bad."

"Oh, you poor, little thing! You did something bad?" Douma hummed as both of his hands rested on your waist, caressing the soft curves. "Oh, I am sure you did... Or maybe you decided to go behind my back and visit your brother?" He asked. "Will you be a good girl and answer my question?"

As you sat on his lap, listening to him speak, your heart began to race when he mentioned your brother. Memories of last night's trip occupied your mind, and your anxiety only grew stronger with each passing moment. "I left the shrine without your permission."

"I understand that. So, now, can you be a good girl and answer my question?"

You only nodded your head, lowering your chin to avoid his gaze.

"Look at me," Douma ordered.

Once you looked at him, he gave you his kind smile, but his hands tightened on your waist, his long nails digging into your skin through the clothes. "Do you think I am stupid? Do you think I am a fool you can play around with?"

"Of course not, my master. I apologize for not obeying your order. Please, forgive me my reckless behavior, master Douma," you begged, most likely sounding like a pathetic whore.

"I should throw you out!" Douma snapped, squeezing you even harder. "I should throw you away and let you die in the wilderness like I didn't when my people found you."

His words grew louder and more aggressive with each passing moment, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

As he continued to speak, you felt the tears forming in your eyes. You tried your best to hold them back, but the emotion was simply too overwhelming. You could feel the hot tears trickling down your cheeks, and you quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand.

"Oh, you're crying now? How pathetic," Douma chuckled. "You're alive only because I allowed you to live. I saved your life and didn't turn you into my next meal. You should be grateful for what I did! I gave you everything that you lacked in your life, and this is how you repay me?!"

In that moment, you wished you could simply disappear. You wanted nothing more than to escape from Douma's presence and find solace in the comfort of your own home. But you knew that you had to stay strong and face the situation head-on, even if it meant enduring the pain and discomfort that came with it. "I'm sorry. Please, master, forgive me."

"And what should I forgive you for? I should just get rid of you," he said, and soon after, he smiled. "You are a pretty, little thing. I should just end your life by devouring you."

As Douma continued to speak, you mustered up all of the courage you had left and spoke up. "I suspected that you were a demon," you said firmly, looking him straight in the eyes. "I've known for a few weeks now," you explained. "But I wasn't sure until now. Thank you for confirming it."

Douma looked at you and let out a maniacal laugh. "And what? Should I feel scared? Oh no! Y/N knows what I am," he pretended to be shocked before pushing you hard off his lap, so you fell to the cold floor.

Licking his lips, Douma looked at you. "And what shall I do with you now? It would be a shame to eat you, but it would be a waste to simply murder you and throw you away. I really don't want to stain my floors with your blood."

As Douma's words continued to cut deep, you sat frozen in shock, unable to move or even speak. Your body felt numb, as if you had been plunged into icy water, and your mind raced with a million different thoughts and emotions.

Despite the discomfort of the cold, hard floor beneath you, you remained in the same position for what felt like an eternity. But eventually, you were able to improve your posture, sitting back on your knees for better support. Your muscles were tense, and your fingers tingled with a strange numbness. "Well. You can do whatever you want. It's not that I have any influence here though."

Douma accepted the offer of 'doing whatever he wants,' which was an interesting proposal and he intended to make use of it. "If you say so, my dear. Let's consider it your way of apologizing to me."

Douma sat up and leant forward to you. His long fingers gently touched your cheek and then moved down, across the skin of your neck, until they reached the fabric of your kimono. He had personally picked it out to make you look even more beautiful. It was a shame to destroy it, but he could always get you a new one.

Douma's cold hands easily ripped the fabric open. "Look at you. So beautiful, yet so disobedient," he remarked, slowly running the tip of his tongue across his lower lip.

At first you only gasped, looking up at him with wide opened eyes. You wanted to ask what does he think he's doing, you wanted to run, you wanted to vanish; too many different emotions filled you up at the same time. "What..." You managed to whisper.

"Oh, don't play dumb, Y/N. I know you want me, no matter if I'm a demon or not," he smirked wryly. "I've always felt that, you little needy thing."

Looking him deep in the eyes, you sat up a little and removed your ripped kimono off; now only your black underwear was keeping you from his hungry eyes.

Douma observed you and nodded. "Now you're acting as you should, but as far as I'm concerned, you're still wearing too many clothes."

You slowly got up and reached to your back, unclasping your bra; your eyes never left his. You pushed the straps of your bra down your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

In the next step, you slipped fingers beneath the fabric of your panties and pushed them down your legs, stepping out of them in the end.

Finally, you listened to him as you should have from the very beginning. Finally, the bunny followed its master's wishes. "Good girl," he praised before getting comfortable on his favorite pillow. "What will you do now, I wonder?"

"May I get closer, my master?"

He gave you a nod, observing you curiously to see what would happen next; a ery smirk still glued to his lips.

You sauntered towards his bed, swaying your hips from left to right, and gradually seated yourself on the cushion. With a tinge of embarrassment coloring your face, you cautiously straddled his lap, trying to conceal your shyness.

"Now you feel embarrassed, sweetheart? Be brave, just like when you decided to betray my trust," Douma instructed, stroking your thighs.

His lap felt comfortable and welcoming, just as they always did.

Looking him in the eye, you reached your hands out and started unbuckling his belt with a sense of desire burning within your chest. You reached down and fumbled with the buckle for a moment, your fingers clumsy with anticipation. Finally, you managed to get it undone, and you let out a sigh of relief. The belt slipped free from his waist, and you felt a wave of satisfaction wash over you, as you licked your lower lip briefly.

Douma was already enjoying the sight of you. Finally, you knew your rightful place. He rested his chin on his palm as he observed you working.

Now that you were behaving, he was interested in seeing what you planned to do. "Just don't stop, little one. Show me how sorry you are."

With an unhurried pace, you opened the fly of his trousers and met his gaze, only to pause. "I... Well, I haven't done any of those things before, except for one time, but I was drunk and don't remember anything."

He looked at you in disbelief, raising one of his brows up, and sighed softly. Douma shouldn't have been that mad; at least he could teach you a thing or two.

He grabbed you and effortlessly flipped you both so that you were under him. "Oh, my poor, little bunny. I'm gonna teach you, don't worry."

His cold lips pressed a few gentle kisses to your cheeks before he started moving down your naked body, right between your legs.

Your abdomen swelled with an intense burning sensation, accompanied by an unbearable feeling of shame. "Douma, I deeply apologize for letting you down again..." You whispered quietly, and since you didn't know what to do with your hands, you tried to cover your breasts with them.

"Stop covering your body if you wish to avoid disappointing me once more. My dear, unwind and let yourself be at ease," he whispered, kissing the soft flesh of your thigh. He then dived between your parted thighs and started slowly lapping at your beautiful pussy.

You let out a moan as he continued to lap and lick at your sensitive areas, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

You had never felt this way before with anyone else. The sensation that Douma was causing was intense and overwhelming. You couldn't believe that someone could make you feel this good.

As the pleasure spread throughout your body, filling every single cell with desire, you let go of your prudery and slipped your hands into his beautiful, blonde locks, moaning his name and trying to buck your hips to gain more friction.

His rainbow eyes looked up and took in the pretty expression you made for him. He couldn't wait to see that face again when he fucks you.

He pulled away from you and bit the inside of your thigh.

As his teeth sank into your soft flesh, you couldn't help but moan. The bite was so powerful that his canines punctured through your skin, causing a few droplets of blood to surface.

You grabbed him be a sleeve of his turtleneck and pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs tightly around his waist, kissing all over his sharp, perfect jawline.

"Oh, you're an eager one, aren't you?" He chuckled, pulling away to undress for you. Since you were in need, he couldn't keep you waiting for much longer.

Douma quickly got rid of his clothes and smiled, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. He grasped his member and gave it a few jerks before moving it through your lips, teasing your clit. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

You watche him getting undressed while biting your lower lip, slipping one of your hands between your parted thighs to tease your clitoris.

Douma was a man with a lean and muscular build. He had striking features - a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and beautiful lips. His eyes were an unusual rainbow color, and they glimmered with a mischievous and seductive light. His skin was cold to the touch, and he exuded an aura of danger and mystery.

It all made you blush even harder, but a soft moan escaped through your parted lips when you felt his rock-hard cock rubbing through your folds. "Fuck me," you whimpered, looking him directly into his eyes.

He didn't think twice before pushing into you, watching your face twist in pleasure. His hand grasped your waist, pulling you gently as he thrusted in. He lowered himself and started whispering into your ear, "Look at you, getting fucked by a demon. I'm going to breed you nice and full."

Your nails dug into the skin on his back as he snapped his hips into you.

The pleasure was immense, and all you could do was moan his name softly while rolling your head back, resting it on his pillow.

Douma didn't give you time to adjust, so at first, all of his thrusts felt like a burning fire within your core. Yet, with time, your walls loosened, welcoming his girth with anticipation.

Douma wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it as his hips moved even faster. His other hand moved between your bodies, pinching your clit. "That's it, my little flower, that's it."

Your whimpers and moans grew louder as he increased his brutal pace. You wrapped one of your hands around his wrist, which was set on your neck, and begged him to fuck you even harder. "Douma! Ah! Just like that!" You moaned loudly, trying to buck your hips into his to deepen his thrusts.

"My little whore, soon you will be nice and full, and then everyone will have a reason to be really jealous of you," he growled, snapping his hips even harder into you. The grip on your throat tightened; he was curious about how much you could take.

"H-harder!" You begged. "Can I... Can I try?"

He stopped and looked at you while stroking your calf. "Tell me what you want."

With all your strength, you flipped both of you over so that you were on top of him, his member still deeply buried inside your pussy. "That's better," you whispered, resting your hands on his broad chest and slowly bucking your hips back and forth, making sure to sink on his cock fully, deepening each thrust.

"You little fucking liar!" Douma growled through clenched teeth, grabbing your hips strongly, digging his digits in your soft flesh. "You said you haven't done any of those things, but look at you now, riding me like a whore."

"I didn't lie, master Douma," you moaned, rolling your head back a little at the pleasure spreading throughout your body. His grasp of your hips left you certain you would find some bruises there the next day. "I'm a quick learner."

"Show me what you have learned."

Supporting your weight on his chest, you increased your pace; your pussy started spasming around his already throbbing cock. "Oh! Oh! I'll cum!"

Douma smiled widely, "Very good, my little petal. Cum and let me fill your little, tight cunt up."

You grasped one of his hands and moved it up to your neck. With each movement you were feeling how his throbbing cock massaged your walls, pressing the sweet spot hidden there.

Douma's hand wrapped tightly around your neck as he sat up to thrust his hips into you even harder. "Don't hold it back, Y/N, cum for me."

Your movements became sloppy and the knot that once formed within your abdomen snapped; your cum milked his cock as you screamed his name, rolling your head back in an immense pleasure.

Douma let out a loud, guttural grunt as he came deep inside of you. The feeling of your warm insides filled with his slickly cum was something he craved so much since the day he laid his eyes on you. "That's my good girl. I think I can forgive you for that little thing from today."

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and hugged him, still letting him nestle his cock in you; gasping for air you barely understood what he was talking to you. His scent filled your nostrils and in the end, after calming down from your peak, you asked him quietly, "Aren't you mad at me anymore? I promise I won't be disobedient."

"If you keep that promise, I won't be mad. You know I like it when you listen to me, especially since I do a lot to take care of you," he said, slipping his hand in your hair, in the end resting it at the crown of your head, holding you there.

Slowly and carefully getting off of him, you looked him in the eyes. "Douma?"

"What is it, my little pet?"

"Do you really like me?"

"Obviously, I do. If I didn't, you would be dead as soon as you recovered. But here you are, and I am taking care of you."

After a few seconds of silence, you dropped another question. "Can I stay... Can I stay for the rest of the night with you?"

Douma rubbed his chin, pretending to think, before giving you a nod moments later. "Of course, I can't say no to my favorite girl."

After making yourself comfortable by his side, you blushed slightly, feeling your mixed, slick cums oozing out of your pussy. "Have you slept with your other worshippers, too?"

"Yes. I have been with both men and women before," he said simply with a little shrug. It wasn't anything special for him. "But it was a long time ago. Don't worry, you are my special girl, my one and only."

Your eyes widened and you truly wanted to comment and asked more questions about that, but you decided to stay quiet. Instead, you dropped yet another question. "Can I be a demon too?"

"Oh no, you are too cute for that," he chuckled and booped your nose. "But maybe one day, if I decide that I want you to stay with me for eternity, we'll think about that."

"So if you're a demon, my lord, are there other demons out there? I heard a lot of stories, and people were always talking, but I haven't seen one myself. Are they having their cults as well?"

"Oh yes, there are, and they won't hesitate to eat you up. So be grateful I took you into my care. With me, you will be safe," he assured you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "And no, they don't have cults, as far as I know."

After resting your head upon his chest, you went silent for a moment, only to return to asking questions again. "Are you going to devour me one day?"

Douma let out a loud laughter and shook his head. "I don't fancy playing with my food, and I have decided that I want you to stay with me. Of course, if you keep being a brat and completely strip me of my patience, with a heavy heart, but yes, I will devour you."

You shivered and tried to hide your head under his shoulder. "Can I meet other demons? Are you having demon friends? Are they coming here to devour people as well?"

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, we do have afternoon tea quite often, but none of my friends enjoy it. Quite a shame, truly, but oh well, that's their problem. And no, I am not letting any of them lay an eye, or even six, on you."

You gritted your teeth and shivered once again, not being sure if he was being serious. "Have I ever bumped into one of them, not being aware?"

Douma looked at you and placed his hand over your beating heart. "Well, since you are alive and here with me, the answer is no. You surely didn't bump into any demons without being aware."

You placed a few tiny kisses to his chest. "One last question, and I promise I'll let you rest. Why did you choose not to eat me once I was taken to your temple by your people? Oh, and are you the strongest demon? I think you must be."

Douma watched you, resting his head on his hand. "I just decided to let you live. Honestly, I planned to eat you as soon as you were nursed back to health, but I changed my mind," he shrugged a little, pointing at his eyes. "Not to brag, my dear, but I am the number two."

You once again tried to hide your head under his arm, but after a moment, you straddled his lap again, cupping his cheeks in your hands, taking a closer look into his eyes. Only then you noticed the number written in his irises. "Oh, my, how silly I was to not notice it! But truly, I don't care. To me, my lord is the strongest."

He grabbed your cheeks and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "That's my smart girl. This is how things should be, little one. You make me more proud with every moment when you're acting like a good, obedient pet."

After the kiss you looked him deeply in his eyes. "Aren't you tired, my lord?"

"No, I am fine but you can rest, as all humans do. I will make sure my little petal is safe."

"Lord Douma?"

"Hmmm?"

"I love you…"

Douma was taken aback by your confession of love to him. Since he was a child, he was unable to fully understand human emotions, and the concept of love was something foreign to him. He stared at you for a moment, trying to process your words. In the end, with a soft smile, he gently grasped your chin between his slender fingers and kissed the bridge of your pretty nose. "I appreciate your feelings, but love is not something that I am familiar with. I care for you deeply, that's the fact, but I do not know if I can reciprocate your feelings in the same way."

"I understand, my lord. It means the world to me still," you got off of him again and made yourself comfortable on his chest, oh he was so soft, even if a little cold.

With time, your eyes started closing and eventually you drifted off to sleep.

All Douma knew was that he wanted to keep you around. It seemed like you were already a much better pet than the last one, but he was going to keep watching you with his careful eye. If you ever got on his nerves again, he wouldn't hesitate to get rid of you in the most brutal way possible.