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Pretty Little Thing.

Douma x Fem Reader

CW: Slight manipulation, Heavy smut, dirty talk, humiliation (?), Kinky af, Douma being Douma, teasing, praise, slight degrading, creampie, repeated orgasm, etc.

Requested by: Anon.

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Definitely body-worships, Bros gonna treat you like a fucking goddess

Loves telling you that your scars are beautiful, he loves seeing that love-struck expression every time.

Loves marking you, definitely loves marking you.

Will go gentle at first but that's only if you're a virgin, otherwise say bye-bye to your walking privileges because you're a Steven Hawkins kinnie now.

What's your wheelchair color?

Even if you are a virgin, he still gonna make you scream his name.

He's gonna summon the combined virgin power of overstimulation and a husky voice to make you cum.

This cunt is a tease, he will constantly deny you orgasm. Fucking asshole

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"Look how needy you are, you adorable little slut!~"

Douma teased as he shoved his fingers in your tight cunt, relishing in the sound of your desperate pleas for more.

Normally you were stubborn and a rather blunt woman, but under his touch you were helplessly submissive.

"Douma please.. It feels so good.."

You whimpered as he moved his hand faster, barely able to think straight.

"You're so cute.."

He murmured, smirking as he felt you tighten around his fingers.

He loved how easy it was to tease you. You got so flustered when he talked to you in a honey-sweet voice.

"Aw, are you getting close?"

He leaned down and gently kissed your neck, nibbling at that sensitive spot in the crook of your neck with his signature smirk.

"You already know what I want to hear out of that pretty little mouth.."

You looked up at him with a flushed face, breathing heavily as you breathed out a reply.

"Please.. Please let me cum.. I promise I'll behave.. I promise.."

Douma grinned and moved his hand at an almost inhuman pace, causing you to squirm and moan his name at the top of your lungs.

This only made Douma's pride swell, a soft groan escaping him as his girthy cock throbbed at the sight of you. Your curly hair was disheveled, your eyes were half closed, your cheeks were flushed, and your wet pussy was swollen from all the previous orgasms.

God you looked so beautiful...

The knot in your womb tightened as you released on her fingers, now laying on your stomach with a thin layer of sweat glistening on your skin.

"Just one more thing, Darling.. One more thing.."

He mumbled as he slowly unbuckled his belt, a soft sigh of bliss escaping him as his dick leaked with precum.

"You want to be fucked, don't you? You want to please me so bad, my adorable little fox.. I know about those dirty little thoughts you have, you filthy little whore.."

You felt like you were about to faint from the overstimulation, but the way he was cooing to you and calling you such dirty things made you want his throbbing cock in your hole so bad..

You pressed your plump ass against his pelvis, staring up at him through thick eyelashes.

"Fuck me like a slut.."

You whimpered out, biting your lip with a pleasure-drunk smile.

Douma chuckled before shoving his dick inside your wet cunt.

"Good girl.."

He cooed while slamming his hips against yours, the sound of wet skin slapping together and lewd noises of pleasure filled the room.

He couldn't help but groan seeing how cute you looked as he fucked you like an animal. Oh how he loved seeing you like that..

He felt you tighten around him and grinned, moving his hips as fast as he could with a flushed face.

"So fucking tight.."

He leaned down and bit your neck, moaning as he neared his orgasm.

"Look how eager you are!"

He cooed teasingly, leaving small love bites all over your neck.

You couldn't even think straight! You were so drunk on his dirty praise you didn't realize he was about to creampie you. Not that you minded.

He whimpered out your name, biting his lip as his movements grew sloppier and more desperate than before. He acted like a dog in heat whenever he was about to cum..

Eventually, he orgasmed, pressing against you while stuffing you with his cum and giving you a creampie. (Again.)

He panted like a dog, his handsome face buried in your neck. He wrapped his arms around you and snuggled with you like a puppy.

"Gee, I thought you were supposed to be a tough warrior.."

He teased, laughing as you bit his arm.

"Shut up! You're lucky I love you .."

Douma continued to laugh, and you couldn't help but smile as well. He was so handsome when he laughed..

You both were blissfully unaware of the cultists in the next room, who were completely traumatized by the lewd things they witnessed..

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Vowed to avenge - Akaza x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, dirty talk, vaginal sex, praise kink Synopsis: the search for the Upper Moon Three takes an intense and steamy turn Requested by: @warringwarrioridiot - I sincerely hope that this fic meets your expectations and brings you enjoyment

MASTERLIST

You had been searching for Akaza for months. Ever since he killed your dear friend Kyojuro Rengoku, you had made it your mission to track down the demon responsible for his death. It wasn't an easy task. Akaza was a powerful demon, and he had a knack for hiding in plain sight. He was known for his immense strength, speed, and tactical intellect. His presence alone struck fear in the hearts of those who dared to cross his path.

You scoured every corner of the country, following any lead that came your way. You spent sleepless nights studying maps and consulting with other members of the Demon Slayer Corps. As the months passed, your frustration grew. You felt as if you were getting nowhere, and you couldn't help but wonder if your search was in vain. But you couldn't give up. Not when Kyojuro's death weighed so heavily on your heart.

You were a unique individual, to say the least. Standing at just under 5,2 feet tall, your curly hair was your most defining physical feature. It was wild and untamable, much like your personality. As the tsuguko of Mitsuri Kanroji, you had a fierce and confrontational demeanor that often put others off. Your short temper and abrasive nature were infamous among your peers in the Demon Slayer Corps. You had a sharp tongue and were never afraid to speak your mind, even if it meant ruffling a few feathers. You were a force to be reckoned with, and you knew it. But underneath your tough interior was a deep sense of pride and loyalty. You were fiercely dedicated to your cause and your comrades, and you would do anything to protect them. Your heart was as big as your personality, and those who were lucky enough to get close to you knew that your tough interior was just a defense mechanism. Despite your abrasive nature, you had a certain charm that drew people in. Your confidence and fearlessness were contagious, and you always had a way of making people feel seen and heard. You had a gift for connecting with others, even if it meant calling them out on their faults.

Ultimately, after what felt like an eternity, you got a lead. A demon had been spotted in an abandoned, desolate dojo, and it was said to be Akaza. You didn't waste any time. You gathered your weapons and set off to the dojo, determined to confront the demon who had caused you so much pain.

You finally found his lair, an abandoned, desolate dojo in the mountains. The wind howled as you walked towards the entrance, clutching your sword tightly. You took a deep breath and entered the dojo. As you entered the demon's lair, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. You knew the danger that awaited you, but you were ready to face it. You were a warrior, a fierce one. The air was thick with the smell of blood and death. Your heart raced as you overheard footsteps approaching.

As you turned around, your heart began to race. You could feel the sweat on your palms and the hair on the back of your neck standing up. But to your surprise, there was no one there. Just darkness. You tried to take a step forward, but your legs felt heavy, as if they were glued to the ground. The darkness seemed to swallow you whole, and you could barely see your hand in front of your face. Suddenly, you heard a whisper, but you couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was a soft, almost melodic voice, and it sent chills down your spine.

"I expected you to arrive sooner, considering your position as a tsuguko of a Hashira," a voice said.

You could feel your hands shaking with rage, but you refused to give in to his taunts. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "You talk too much, demon!" You spat back, your voice laced with venom. "I'm not here to exchange words with you. I'm here to avenge Kyojuro's death."

You suddenly saw a figure emerging from the shadows. As he drew closer, you could make out his features in the dim light. The first thing that caught your eye was the glinting of his eyes in the dim light of the moon that filtered through the cracked windows, piercing and golden. His skin was porcelain white, his sharp angular features seemingly chiseled from marble. His hair short and pink. His muscular frame adorned with tattoos that snaked their way up his arms and down his chest, like serpents coiled around his body. As he walked towards you, his movements were graceful yet menacing, like a predator stalking its prey. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as he drew closer, his powerful aura filling the room.

Akaza's grin only grew wider. "Ah, yes. The flame Hashira. He was a worthy opponent, but in the end, he was no match for me."

You felt a surge of anger at the mention of Kyojuro's name. You raised your sword, ready to attack. "Don't you dare mention Kyojuro," you utered, your words dripping with venom. "Your words are nothing but malice, a cruel mockery of a man who gave his life to protect others, demon!"

You leaped into action, unsheathing your nichirin sword with a swift movement. You charged towards him, intent on taking him down and avenging your fallen friend.

Akaza merely stood there, watching you with a bemused expression on his face; he was completely unconcerned about your attack.

You swung your sword in a wide arc, aiming for his midsection, but Akaza sidestepped effortlessly, moving with the grace of a dancer. His movements were fluid and precise, like he was merely playing a game with you.

You gritted your teeth, frustration boiling within you as he dodged every attack with ease. You knew that he was toying with you, but you couldn't help but feel impressed by his skill. Finally, you saw an opening and struck, your sword connecting with Akaza's shoulder. A sizzling sound filled the air as the demon slayer sword burned through his flesh, leaving a deep gash in its wake.

Akaza stumbled back, a look of surprise and admiration on his face. "Ah, you have some skills indeed, little slayer!"

You didn't respond, still in the midst of battle. Akaza's wounds were already beginning to heal, and you knew you had to keep moving if you wanted to have any chance of defeating him.

The two of you clashed again and again. You felt your heart racing in your chest, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Despite the danger and the pain, there was a thrill in the fight that you couldn't deny. It was as if you were meant to be here, facing off against this powerful enemy.

As the fight wore on, you could feel your strength beginning to wane. You knew that you couldn't keep this up forever. But just as you thought all was lost, you landed a decisive blow, your sword piercing through Akaza's chest.

He gasped in surprise, his eyes wide with shock, bu within blink of an eye, his wounds began to heal, the flesh knitting itself back together before your eyes. Akaza chuckled, rolling his head back a little. "I must admit, I'm impressed. You're a fierce warrior, I like that, and your loyalty to your friend is admirable. You also have quite the bratty attitude, don't you?" He inquired, his voice low and smooth. "I must admit, I find it rather endearing."

You bristled at his words, feeling a surge of indignation at his condescension. But before you could retort, he continued.

"Although, I must ask, were you not taught to speak with more respect?" He chuckled, his tone lightly chiding. "After all, you are the tsuguko of a Hashira. One would expect you to comport yourself with a bit more decorum."

You gritted your teeth, fighting back the urge to snap at him. Akaza's words were like a thorn in your side, reminding you of your own failings and insecurities. But you refused to let him see your weakness. Gasping for air, you spat through clenched teeth, "I don't need to respect a demon who preys on the innocent," your words sharp and biting. "And I certainly don't need your approval, demon!"

As much as you hated him, there was something about Akaza that seemed a little intoxicating. The way he carried himself in, his wry smirks and words, it was all so beguiling. It was almost as if his presence alone was enough to make you feel weak in the knees. It was confusing, this feeling of being drawn to your enemy, but you couldn't ignore it, no matter how hard you tried. As Akaza stood before you, his tattoos glinting in the moonlight and his haori flowing gently in the breeze, you found yourself studying his features with a mix of fascination and revulsion.

Akaza's eyes roamed over you, taking in your appearance with a predatory gaze. For a moment, you braced yourself for his next attack, but instead, he surprised you by complimenting you. "You know, for someone with such a bratty attitude, you certainly carry yourself well," he said, his lips curling up in a smirk.

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, but you couldn't deny the thrill of satisfaction that ran through you at his words - did the moment trigger your praise kink?

"And your nichirin sword," he continued, nodding toward the weapon in your hand. "The shade of dark pink suits you. It's a nice touch, for such a beautiful girl like you, dear… Oh! Where are my manners? I've been so focused on our little conversation that I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

There was no way you were going to reveal your identity to the enemy. "I'm not telling you my name," you refused firmly, gripping your nichirin sword tightly.

Akaza's eyes still glittered with amusement. "You're really a brat. It's amusing. I like a little fire in my opponents, especially when they're as pretty and little as you."

Despite your best efforts to maintain your composure, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his words. It was as if he could see something in you that others couldn't, a hidden strength that you had yet to fully tap into. You felt yourself standing a little taller, a little more assured in your abilities.

"I must say, you are quite a sight too," Akaza mused, his voice low and smooth. "That shade of dark pink on your haori suits you well, and the way you carry your nichirin sword shows a level of confidence and skill that is rare to see in someone so young, especially a woman."

You could feel your cheeks heat up, and you couldn't help but feel flattered. You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of the pleasant feeling that had come over you. You knew that you couldn't let yourself be distracted by Akaza's words or his alluring presence. You needed to focus on the fight at hand. Gritting your teeth, you lifted your nichirin sword once more, steeling yourself for the next round of battle. Despite the exhaustion that was creeping into your limbs, you refused to give up. You were a Demon Slayer, trained to face even the most formidable foes with courage and determination.

Akaza watched you, his eyes gleaming with interest. There was a sense of amusement in his gaze, as if he found your stubbornness amusing. "You are quite the fighter," he commented, his voice lilting. "It's almost a shame that we have to be enemies." Akaza stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

You could feel the intensity of his gaze, and you couldn't help but feel a tingle run down your spine. You stumbled backwards, your heart pounding in your chest, as Akaza seemed to move impossibly fast, standing right in front of you in the blink of an eye. You felt your back press against the rough wooden wall of the dojo, trapping you in place. Your face flushed with crimson, not only due to exhaustion from the fight, but also because of Akaza's proximity - his breath was fanning the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel your heart racing as he leaned in closer, his lips just inches away from yours. You could feel the heat of his body against yours. "Go to hell, Akaza," you spat out after regaining your composure.

Out of nowhere, Akaza leant in and crushed his lips against yours. The suddenness of the action took you by surprise, but as soon as his lips met yours, you felt a spark of electricity coursing through your body. As he kissed you, you couldn't help but moan with pleasure. You had never felt anything like this before, and you knew that you were hooked. With every touch and every kiss, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper under demon's spell.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer to him. As the kiss with Akaza intensified, you began to lose your grip on your sword. Your attention was completely consumed by the passion of the moment, and you forgot that you were even holding a weapon. The sword slipped from your hand and clattered to the ground, but neither of you paid it any mind. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You opened your eyes to find him staring at you intensely, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and adoration. He brushed a lock of your curly hair out of your flushed face. "You really are a good girl, aren't you?"

Akaza placed his hands on your hips and pulled you towards him, causing your breath to catch in surprise. Your body flushed with warmth and your stomach dropped as you looked up at him with wide eyes, clearly conveying your shock. However, you didn't pull away from him, instead instinctively placing one hand on his bicep and the other on his bare chest. Your mind raced with confusion and disbelief. This couldn't be happening, could it?

You stood there, lost in the moment as your lips locked with Akaza's in a heated make-out session. As you kissed, you felt a growing bulge between his legs pressing against your thigh. His hands roamed from your hips, one of them gripping your small, perky rear while the other trailed up your side. His thumb brushed tantalizingly under your breast, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. Several times you felt the urge to reach down, into his buggy pants, and take hold of his cock, but you lacked the confidence to do so.

He slightly pushed away from you, looking at you with complete certainty. You could see the earnestness in his eyes as he commanded, "Take off your panties, but leave the skirt on," and began to remove his pants.

Without much of hesitation, you reached under your skirt and slid your panties down to the ground, feeling the cold night air on your now-bare pussy; you could already feel the wetness within. The slightest friction of removing your panties sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

He slid his pants off, revealing his rock-hard erection. "Here, kneel here and suck it for me, sweet girl without a name."

As you knelt before him, you ached to feel him inside you. The anticipation was making you feel like just the slightest touch on your clit would send you over the edge. You wrapped your hand around his erected shaft, taking it in your mouth and sensually tracing your lips up and down its length. With each soft touch of your lips, you could feel his member twitch in your hand. After a few tantalizing moments of teasing, you took a deep breath and wrapped your lips around the tip, gradually sliding it into your mouth.

A muffled groan escaped from Akaza's lips as he savored the sensation. "You're doing so well, cockslut," he praised, his voice laced with desire.

As he praised you, your body responded with a shiver and a moan. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and the sound of his pleasure only spurred you on. You took him deeper, swirling your tongue around him, and he let out a guttural groan. Your own arousal was building with every passing second. With your other hand, you tenderly cradled his balls and softly kneaded them, eliciting another muted moan from him. As you continued to lavish his cock with your mouth and hands for the next few minutes, you eventually tasted the tangy precum that indicated your skilled efforts.

"Just like that, slut. Show me how good you can be. Suck my cock," the demon slipped his hands into your curly hair, tugging it from time to time. "Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that. Open that pretty mouth of yours wider. Just like that, doll, just like that," Akaza held your head still and started bucking his hips back and forth, face-fucking you.

Akaza's praises directed to you made you shiver in pleasure, your kink kicking in hard. You started drooling, saliva was dripping down on your uniform from the corners of your mouth. Hearing him call you a "good girl" and praising your obedience sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal at his words. It was as if his praise was the ultimate reward, and you would do anything to earn it. The way he looked down at you with admiration and lust only fueled your desire to please him even more.

He changed his mind about how to finish things. He motioned for you to stop and stand up, then stepped closer and pressed you against the wall again. Akaza lifted you up, cupping both hands under your ass, and you instinctively wrapped one leg around his hip for support. With your pussy pressed against his thigh, he whispered into your ear, "Show me how wet you are. Let me feel it. Oh, yes. That's it. You're such a good, naughty thing, aren't you, nameless girl?"

As his thigh rubbed against your wetness, you couldn't help but moan softly. His order to keep stroking him only added to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. You obediently resumed stroking his hard length, feeling it throb under your touch.

"You're so good at this," Akaza murmured, his voice laced with appreciation. "So obedient and willing to please." As he continued to grind against you, you could feel your breathing becoming shallower and more ragged. The pleasure was becoming almost unbearable, and you knew that you were close to the edge.

Finally, looking right in your Y/E/C eyes, he whispered, "Do you want my cock yet? I want to hear you say it. Do you want to feel me inside your little, slick cunt?"

"Yes, please," you whispered, barely moving your lips.

With that, Akaza lined himself with your entrance and thrusted forward.

As he pushed into you, you couldn't help but gasp at the overwhelming sensation. Your body eagerly welcomed him, and you could feel yourself becoming even wetter with each thrust. The pleasure rippled through your body, making you arch your back and bite down on your lip to stifle a moan. There was no resistance as he slid in deeper, filling you completely.

Akaza praised as he took your hand and guided it to your clit. "Be a good, little slut you are and play with that pretty slit." He didn't have to say twice. Akaza watched you intently, his eyes fixed on your hand as it worked its magic on your clit. He continued to thrust into you, each one timed perfectly with your finger movements. "That's it, sweet girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You look so beautiful when you're pleasuring yourself."

Your body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. The combination of his cock inside you and your fingers on your clit was almost too much to bear. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Akaza," your voice barely above a whisper as you chanted his name. "Harder! Oh my! Harder, I said, you fucking demon!"

He responded by picking up the pace, driving into you harder and faster. His fingers dug into your hips through the fabric of your short skirt as he held you close, his lips brushing against your neck. "Cum for me, little slut," he urged. "Let go and give in to the pleasure."

With one final thrust, you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your body tensed and you cried out his name, your fingers still working furiously on your clit. Akaza held you tightly as you rode out your orgasm, his own release imminent. Finally, with a low growl, he came inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

As the two of you came down from your highs, Akaza pulled out of you and gently set you down on your feet. "Well, well, just look at you, little tsuguko. You're brimming with my seed, your body all flushed from the things I did to you. Such a naughty little slut. What would your fellow slayers say if they found out you let a demon take you like this?" Akaza teased, running the tip of his tongue along his lips curved in a wry grin as he kept jerking his cock, last drops of his cum falling on the wooden floor.

As you finally regained your composure, a wave of realization hit you like a ton of bricks. What had you done? You had just let Akaza fuck you, using your body for his own pleasure. Your mind raced with thoughts of guilt and shame. You couldn't believe you had allowed yourself to be used like that. But at the same time, a part of you couldn't deny the intense pleasure that had come with it. You couldn't deny the way his praises and commands had made you shiver with excitement. It was a confusing mix of emotions, and you weren't quite sure how to process it all. After picking your panties from the dusted floor, and quickly putting them on, you adjusted your uniform, and looked over at Akaza, who was still standing there with a satisfied look on his face, improving his pants. "You must have cast a spell on me! It's impossible that I did all of that on my own will!" You pouted, your voice lingering with anger.

Akaza looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and the corners of his lips curled in a smirk, "I have not manipulated you in any way. Your thoughts and actions have been guided by your own desires, little one. You're to blame." After watching you for a moment, Akaza decided to turn around and leave the dojo, but before he could take a single step, he heard your voice.

"I'm not finished with you yet, demon. You're not going anywhere."

Akaza turned around, glancing over his shoulder to find you standing there, your Nichirin sword tightly gripped in your hands. He could sense the determination emanating from you, and he knew you were ready for another round of fighting.

"Ah, I thought we were both past the fighting stage," Akaza pointed out, tilting his head to the side, looking at you with a mischievous grin.

"The real fighting has only just begun, demon. But don't worry, I'm ready for it. Are you?" With your sword raised, you stood ready to keep fighting, even if it meant battling for eternity to emerge victorious.

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