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faesdreaming · 2 years

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Can I please request headcanons for platonic Yandere Douma for a human child

Yandere Platonic Douma

a/n: I’m so sorry about the delay in my posting, I had some family stuff to take care of, but thank you all for supporting me and the content I have out!

tw: yandere themes, implied abandonment/neglect, cult themes, reader is kinda insulted by Douma, but not really, implied murder, cannibalism, Douma is his own warning tbh, reader tries to pull a Kotoha

•You met Douma on a cold winter night with a harsh storm blowing through the air. The Upper Kizuki had been out, hunting for a meal. That’s when he happened upon the body of a young child, seemingly frozen to death. Oh, how pitiful! The child had to die in such cruel and uncaring manner. Douma would have left if you didn’t make a sudden motion. Swiftly, Douma turned his gaze towards you. You were still alive? That peaked his interest. Such strength in such a puny little thing. How amusing!

•Even though Douma can’t feel true emotions, he can express small things such as admiration. And admire you he does- you’re such a tenacious little thing. You’d grow to become quite useful if given the proper care. Perhaps he could turn you into a demon to serve his master. If you were this strong as a young human, you’d be even stronger as a demon. Maybe even becoming an Upper Moon like himself!

•Douma then took you to his cult where he ordered the cult members to look after you. You remained in a coma for a few days, and then you finally woke up. Confused and scared, you started to panic. Where were you? What were you doing here? And more importantly— who were you? You began to thrash around at the cult members who were assigned to take care of you. Hearing the commotion, Douma went to the room you were kept. The moment he stepped in the room you fell still. Even though you were young, you could feel the intimidating presence behind his smiling face.

•Douma walked over to you and greeted you with false sweetness. You shrunk into yourself, avoiding his gaze. Douma noticing your shyness, found it adorable. Who wouldn’t though? You were so tiny, hiding in the soft sleep kimono you were wearing. Douma decided then and there to keep you by his side. Kind of like Kotoha’s situation, except he wanted to turn you into a demon. Plus, he’s always been fond of children, so this isn’t that unusual. Douma began to quiz you, unsurely, you answered his questions which allowed him to discover your amnesia. That was convenient, you were a blank slate. Someone who he could mold however he wanted.

•Thus, your life at the cult started. The cult members were instructed to treat you well, and they did. Your new life— not that you could remember your old one- was pleasant. All your needs were met, you’d never go hungry or thirsty, you were comfortable. But life there was also strange. You had ‘lessons’ in which you were taught about your apparent saviour, Douma. You were told that he was your life, your entire being belonged to him, and you must obey him. You didn’t really like those lessons, but you did enjoy one thing. Your training in the art of tessenjustu, overseen by a skilled member of the cult. Within, two months time, you grew accustomed to your routine, excelling in both your studies and training. Douma became intrigued with your fast improvement and decided to oversee your training himself.

•That day you’d woken up like normal, eaten breakfast, attended your morning lessons, eaten lunch, and attended your afternoon lessons. And then finally, you would go to your tessenjustu training. However, your excitement faded when you saw him, Lord Douma himself, standing in place of your usual teacher. Swiftly, you fell into a bow. His overly-false friendly attitude still unnerved you. Despite this, you maintained a cool face and behaved politely. The question of his purpose for being here danced on your tongue, but you withheld it. As if he sensed your inquiry, Douma explained that he would be training you as of now. Your eyes widened slightly in shock, then you quickly returned your face to its neutral expression. Douma noted your shock, allowing an uncertain silence to wash over you until he ordered you to attack him. You froze in surprise, he surely couldn’t expect to to attack him! Oh but he did, he then ‘asked’ you to demonstrate your abilities. Although, you both knew it wasn’t actually a request so much as it was a demand. You took a deep breath and got into the proper stance. Then, you launched your attack. You couldn’t penetrate his defence but you were quite good for a novice. Your moves were quickly, with some precision. Just not a lot of strength behind them. The session ended when you were doubled over, panting, trying to regain your energy. Douma was unharmed, the unnerving smile remained painted on his face. Normally, people would have felt ashamed or embarrassed, but you didn’t. Instead, you thanked him for the lesson and left. Your reaction interested Douma, who would train with you every five to eight days when he had time.

•Douma and your training sessions not only raised your skill level, but formed a bond between you two as student and teacher. You began to respect him, not worship him like other humans, or dismiss him as an annoyance like other demons, you simply respected him. The bond began to deepen and Douma found himself training you more often as his admiration for you turned into affection. Then, his affection turned into love. He realized that he loved you after your latest training session finished, you thanked him as usual and went on your way. Douma had decided to turn you into a demon a long time ago, but he didn’t want you to become a servant to his master, Douma realized. He wanted to turn you into a demon so that you would remain by his side forever. He felt elated at this revelation, he could feel emotions, all of which were spurned by you. His heart beat for you, he couldn’t let you go, not now.

•Yet it seems like your utopia was not destined to last long, as you noticed some cult members you were close too were disappearing. Which was totally not Douma killing them out of jealousy. You grew concerned and uneasy, and you decided to discuss the disappearances with Douma. However, the sight that greeted you halted all your thoughts. It was Douma, your teacher, your saviour, the man you saw as a father, eating a woman. You froze, stunned by his actions and questions formed quickly. He was a cannibal? How could he lie to you? Was he going to eat you too? You didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out. Douma then noticed your presence, but before he could do anything, you took off, running as fast as you could.

Huffing, you ran as quickly as your legs would carry you through the woods near the Paradise Faith Cult. Your lungs felt like they would burst, and every part of your body ached from pain and coldness. You couldn’t remember how long you’d been running for, almost an hour if you had to guess. But no matter how much your body hurt, you couldn’t rest. Not when he was chasing you. But your body told a different story.

You felt numb, for you’d been running barefoot in a sleep kimono through the snow-filled woods. The wind was harsh and howled as blew. A flurry of snowflakes whipped around, aiding in blocking your vision along with the dark of the night. Puffs of steam left your parted lips as you panted. You previously wanted to hit yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but this was probably a better punishment.

Honestly, how could be so stupid? You’d always been slightly off-put by Douma, but you let your suspicions go as you cultivated a relationship with him. Your lip quivered and you realized you were about to cry. You bit your lip to prevent from breaking into full-on sobs, but couldn’t stop the few tears that welled up. The tears froze as they fell, adding to the cruel cold that overwhelmed you. Still, you pushed yourself to keep going. You weren’t going to die here. Douma himself had said it, you were a survivor. So, no matter what, you wouldn’t die. You’d get out of this alive, you swore to yourself. The trees further up were more open, you noted, squinting to try and get a closer look. A clearing, you thought excitedly, a way out of here!

You sped up, aided by your new-found adrenaline. As you bounded up the snow, something about the clearing seemed off. But you couldn’t turn back now, not when you’d made it this far. Setting your suspicions aside, you focused on getting to the clearing. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you reached the opening. Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized what was at the end of it— a cliff! You skidded to stop and stared down to the bottom of it. Gulping, you turned you looked down below. Beneath the cliff was a rushing river. You clenched your teeth, unsure of what to do.

“My, my, (Y/N), you’ve gone quite far, haven’t you?”

You gulped in fear and slowly turned to face him, to face Douma. A rush of emotions flooded through you, ranging from horror to anger. Horrified because this monster had caught up to you, angry because he had betrayed you, sad because you loved him, and guilt because you could’ve saved yourself and others if you just payed attention and listened to your gut. There were so many things you could’ve done, should’ve done in that moment. Alas, you remained still as a deer in headlights.

Douma smiled that unnerving smile of his, but he couldn’t hide the anger in his eyes. “Come along now (Y/N), it’s time to return home.”

You shook your head slightly, then you took a small step back. The edge of the cliff crumbled, alarming both you and Douma. In that moment, Douma felt both fear and anger surging through him. He was angry at you for leaving him. But he was also angry at himself for being careless, he should’ve turned you into a demon sooner. And honestly, you’d be better off for it. Look at the state of you, pale and shivering from the cold. You looked sickly and would surely fall ill. Still, Douma was mostly fearful of losing the only thing he’s ever loved, the one person who made him feel.

“It’s alright (Y/N). You’re forgiven, I won’t hurt you,” cooed Douma, attempting to coax you from cliff. His efforts only caused you to back up further.

Suddenly, the edge cliff crumbled more and the chunk you had stepped onto broke off. You shrieked as you fell backwards. Douma rushed to catch you, panic in his voice as he shouted your name. And then you blacked out, the cold and tiredness having caught up with you. Douma managed to grasp your wrist in time and hoisted you up. He possessively held you to his chest, carrying you bridal style. Your body was almost as cold as his, Douma noted frowning with concern. Yet there was sense of relief that washed over him. You were back in his arms, and he would never let you go again.

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mayullla · 10 months

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Title: Little Sunshine! (Part 2)

Characters: Mainly Akaza with Douma (/Doma) at the end! (Demon Slayer)

Summary: You were taken into the Paradise Faith cult with Kotoha (Inosuke's mother.) And Douma became rather fond of you like he did with Kotoha. When Kotoha ran away, she had no choice but to leave you behind as Douma hid the truth away from you. After becoming a demon you slept for a year and finally woke up again.

Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, reader recently got turned into a demon and just woke up

Note: Part 1 is here!

Akaza didn't know when or why he started to become so attached to you. When he was forced to come to Douma's cult to tell that damn demon some news about the demon slayers, he wanted to keep the time there at the minimum.

That was where he met you.

You were alone in the middle of the garden, looking everywhere, confused and tired. He thought you were a human child at first but had to take a second glance when he realized that you were a demon.

He wondered if it was a joke, a demon art of some demon that could turn into a kid. Yet when he saw your eyes, it was clear that you were not a trap made by some weak demon. You looked at him with no fear but with curiosity and wonder. An innocence that was not supposed to be in a demon yet there...

You took a step towards him when your leg suddenly lost energy and started to fall. You thought you would hit the floor, face first into the dirt, but that never happened when the collar of your sleeping robe was grabbed by the mysterious man who was once on top of the wall.

Looking up at him, you saw the man confused face, surprised at his own actions. "Thank you, mister!" You said, returning to looking down to the floor, your feet not quite reaching as you made a kicking motion.

He let you down after a pause, but before Akaza could leave, you started asking him questions. Asking if he knew where Douma was? "How do you know that guy?" Akaza asked curiously at you. You pouted at him as he didn't answer your questions. "I live here! Douma-sama had let me stay!" You told him flapping your shoulders' sleeves.

Somehow, everything clicked in an instant when he realized who you were. He suddenly remembered that long ago, Douma had asked Muzan if he could turn a small kid into a demon a year or two ago.

You were probably the child that he had turned into a demon.

Akaza snapped back into reality when he felt his pants being tugged, looking down to see you holding him, wondering why he wasn't saying anything.

"Mister, are you okay?" You asked curiously. Giving you a grunt, you took it as a sign that he was okay and smiled at him. Watching that smile, it was strange if not weird almost to see it in a demon. Most demons have malicious intent, as most have killed or done things that were morally wrong, even if they haven't by now the smell of blood should linger on their skin. Demons can't eat food anymore to survive.

They needed blood.

Yet here you were. He barely could smell any of it from you. He wondered if this was the first time this ever happened. Why were you even here, Akaza thought to himself as he unconsciously patted your head.

When you giggled, the innocent sounds made him uneasy.

"Mister, play with me!" You called out to him, raising your arms. "Up! Up!" You told him. Akaza blinked again in surprise when he saw you asking him such a thing. Never in his life after becoming a demon did someone ask him to play like this. Most human kids run away either because they already know that he was a demon or they witness him kill someone.

However, you refuse to let your hands down and continue to stare at him. He wondered if you couldn't feel it at all, the difference in rank between him and you. Most demons can't even look at him in the eyes. Yet it seems that you didn't care as you approached him again one step and then suddenly lost strength again, staggering as you thought that you would fall again.

Akaza caught you... again. Why did he do that??

Bring you up to eye level, holding you by the collar Akaza examined you as if you were some foreign alien. You looked at him again and smiled as he wondered why you are so weird?!

Reaching out to him again, you motioned that you want to get on his shoulders.

"... Fine... Just this once." Following your instructions hesitantly as he placed you on his shoulders, holding your legs as you held on his hair. You giggled as you started pointing him in directions to head to, "Go there, Mister! Go there!"

It was so awkward for him as he followed your childish demands, wondering why he was even listening to them. Walking over to trees, you touched the branches that were far too high for you to reach before and beamed at him with self-pride. "I am so tall!" You laughed.

The more the two of you played under the moonlight, the more relaxed Akaza started to become. When was the last time he played like this when he was relaxed with almost no care in the world? He smiled as you showed off to him that you were taller than him when both of you knew that he was carrying you which made you tall.

And Akaza... maybe in a way, wanted to show his powers to you. He thought it would be a fun idea really.

You gasped in surprise when he jumped, the wind on your hair, as you guys reach so high over 3-story buildings up. This was your first time seeing up so high. You shouted in awe and excitement as the both of you landed on the roof of a building. You raved on and on about how cool that was and that Akaza was amazing, with so much respect in your eyes begging him to do it again.

You don't know how long you played with Akaza, jumping higher and higher up in the sky, and you looked at the world around you under the night sky. You didn't know when you fell asleep again, a smile on your lips hugging Akaza's neck as he held you in his arms.

Akaza looked at you in wonder, wondering why you were a demon yet so amazed by what Akaza thought was normal as a demon.

But right now wasn't the time.

"You can show yourself now." Akaza didn't turn around to face Douma. He knew for a long time when the guy showed up but would rather focus on you to really care for the man.

"Ah, Akaza-donno, thank you for taking care of her. She has been sleeping for a while now and must have been so confused to wake alone like this. It is such a shame that I wasn't by her side." Douma walked towards you, his eyes on your hair, your face hidden by Akaza's neck softly snoring away, unable to notice the two demons looking at you.

"She didn't notice anything... she is weak." Akaza stated he could not smell, not even a scent of blood other than Muzan and Douma's in you. In his mind, it was obvious that Douma had been staving you for so long now.

"She has been sleeping for over a year now after her transformation to a demon. The poor little girl refused to drink blood when her senses were telling her to do so. I had an amazing meal prepared just for her, too, that time." Douma smiled, his eyes on you slowly turning to the one holding you. "Thank you for caring for her but I will take it over from her-"

Douma's hand that was reaching out for you suddenly exploded into bits and pieces, spraying blood and flesh. His eyes still smiling as he stared at Akaza showed no emotions of annoyance or anger.

But you could see a small vein on the side of his temple.

Akaza didn't want to give you back to Douma. He didn't want to give you to this sick bastard because Akaza knew that he would break you. And as a demon now, this pain can be forever. Rather than with Douma, Akaza knew you would be father better off with him.

He would not let you go, not like this.

Note: Hope you liked it! Have a nice day guys~

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reine-uls · 2 months

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#cold affections 🪷 ❄️#drawing ✍️#yandere douma x reader #douma x reader #douma #doma kny #kny douma #douma x y/n

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jooeyoo · 1 year

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Full parts: Until death do us part

Pairing: Douma x femReader

Tags: mentions of blood, self mutilation, manipulation, kidnapping, obsession, gore, douma himself bffr.

Summary: He kidnaps you after finding you wounded, and keeps you around for his own amusement-until you can’t take it anymore.

“I told you, you weren’t going to leave. Ever”

Her breath hitched as she ran through the ruins of a town she once called home. It was unrecognizable, a distant memory that would still escape her as she grew older, a reminder not all things last. A reminder of life’s misery. The hem of her kimono ripped as she ran as fast as she could, her legs beginning to sore, her heartbeat irregular, the tears in her eyes clouding her vision through the tall ivory flames into the night sky. The heat of the air radiated onto every living creature, the smoke was intoxicating and caused her to suddenly stop as she grew victim to a coughing fit. Her lashes flickered, and shot wide at the sight of the blood all over her hands, and down her chest. That’s right...I had been..impaled

Her knees grew weak as she fell to the hard ground, the pain coming back to her now as she held onto the gaping wound. She spat as a pool of blood leaking out from the depths of her gut- she stared in horror. I’m going to die...I’m going to die in this god forsaken place

Her vision began to falter once more, blurred by the smoke and the antagonising feeling of pain in her stomach. Fatigue slowly began to creep onto her body, as the unavoidable darkness of the void crept into her vision of sight. Her limbs no longer felt her own.

All dreams and aspirations she had, gone

All the memories, pain, and happiness she had endured, had been reducing to nothing- to ash in just mere hours.

Everyone she knew..who had even survived..?

Did it really matter, she was going to die herself. She thought she was at peace with the idea of death, at peace with the idea that the world is never ending, never stopping, constantly evolving yet she couldn’t deny the pit that formed in her stomach. It was so much more uncomfortable than the pain she had now grown accustomed to. Her eyes shot back open, the pupils much more dilated- they shook at the very idea of dying. Where would she go? Would a God punish her for her sins, for her mistakes? Or embrace her, and tell her she did well? Or was there nothing at all, a void devoid of any joy or misery- simply nothingness. A place where no gods, or angels roamed- but only the darkness. Darkness

Her head snapped back behind her. The city had grown quiet, no screaming or yelling could be heard- no clanking of swords. Had the fight ended? Had those people succeeded in killing that monster? Or had it..won?

The question itself made her tremble with terror, she forced herself to her feet. She wouldn’t die like this- she wouldn’t allow it. But regardless of what she wanted, within mere moments of standing- she fell back down to her knees. Another pool of blood escaped her mouth, staining her lips.

I am going to die here

Her vision began to blur, as her head hit the ground.

At-least, I’d die with dignity

Her vision became black, her mind no longer conscious.

“Oh,..oh my” A cheerful tone crept up behind the girls unconscious body. The man’s looming presence shadowed over her, he held a human leg in one of his hands- his mouth stained with blood.

“It seems a lost little lamb escaped from the hoard..” The man tutted, a wide grin on his face that was supposed to mirror a friendly smile. “Though.” His voice suddenly became cold, blank, devoid of any emotion. He let the leg fall to the floor, with a thud. He leaned down to the girl, inspecting her face, and the wound in her stomach. “You’re almost dead.” The smile on his face, had evaporated within seconds- as did his cheerful tone. He tilted his head to the side, pondering.

“How did you..run all the way out here..with a wound like that..and with a small, weak..body like that..” The man slowly pulled a strand of hair away from the girls face, revealing his long nails. “How sad..for a girl like you to slowly die like this...such a beautiful face gone to waste as well! How despicable of my comrades!” He hummed with glee, that friendly face returning to the surface. Oh, how he could just eat her all up!

Though, he was full right now..but he couldn’t let her go to waste! Not such beauty, no! How cruel he’d be to let such a girl die in such a way, he’d only allow her to be devoured by him, savoured him, saved by him!

What to do? He tapped his head before a teethy grin emerged.

What would be so wrong, about a souvenir?

YN awoke with a gaping feeling in her stomach, as she looked down- she was met with bandages that had been carefully placed. Her mind was still foggy, her vision barely stable. Her throat felt dry, and sore. If she had died, this was certainly no better. She quickly stood to her feet, to inspect her new surroundings.

“Hello..?” She noticed she was no longer in the entertainment district but a room devoid of any actual furniture, apart from the futon she had awoken on,

- but decorated with various artworks of locus’s.

“Oh, you poor thing.” She jumped at the sudden voice that had appeared behind her.

A voice ridden with amicability and cheerfulness but there was also a hint of pity. As she turned, she felt her eyes grow wider as a enormous glooming presence struck her in very core. She was met with a man, who towered over her, with eyes like rainbows and platinum blonde hair. His hand slowly reached her shoulder, purple nails slightly digging into her shoulder- his grip was firm, but not painful- but it was freezing cold. It sent shivers down her spine.

“You awoke so quickly! I expected you to be out for longer..”

His smile grew wider as it hit her.

“..You’re..you’re a demon!” Fear struck her core, as she took a step back away from him, trying to balance her footing.

“Oh dear! You caught me!” Before she could even reply, a frightening whiff of wind passed her, as he stood now behind her once again. His body still, pressed against hers, his head peered down into the crane of her neck. “Afraid? That I’ll gobble you up? Or maybe I’ll toy with your body first! Tear it limb..from limb..” The amicability in his voice remained, yet his eyes had grown wider and more erratic. His smile seemed more creepy now, than it did friendly. YN stood still, paralysed like a deer looking into headlights, into death. Her body was frozen to the core until a pair of sharp teeth grazed just the surface of her neck which caused her to suddenly turn around.

“Why haven’t you..?”

The man paused for a moment, pondering in thought. His smile never faded.

“It’s better to savour ones food, don’t you think so? To relinquish one’s desire to simply savour it more..to appreciate the beauty in all things living, first.” He hummed.

An innate sense of danger filled her to her core

He’s a madman

“The beauty..of all thing’s living..? You mean you’re just going to toy with me until you’ve had your fun? You’re sick!” She spat out- until she realised the words she said, her eyes briefly widening in shock.

The demon stood there, for a moment he felt like laughing. “I didn’t think you’d be so resilient.. you..seemed so weak and frale! Oh how cute! I must have hit the jackpot!” His charismatic and cheerful aura beamed throughout the room clashing with YN’s who beamed of disgust.

“You mean to say..you’re not going to kill me..?” Her voice grew meek, quiet, confused, disgusted.

“Oh not yet! Anymore, atleast! You seem fun! I’m so bored these days, you see.” His voice peered to the side, as he looked her up and down causing her to take another step back. In retort, a small laugh escaped his mouth as he covered his smile with his hand.

“You seem to be in so much shock! Aren’t you relieved?”

“I’d rather kill myself now, then to be your last meal!” She screamed back at him, eyeing the door but before she could even take a step towards it- he had appeared before her.

“Why don’t we start over..?” He pretended to be upset, by her words- yet his eyes did not mirror the sentiment.

“My name is Dōma! What’s yours?” He beamed, as if her answer would be the most interesting thing he’d ever hear. Though, a silence grew beyond the two. Their eyes peering into one another. Dōma’s beamed with anticipation yet there was this..odd feeling to them..

Was it the colour of his eyes?

YN’s eyes were fierce, the fear long hidden within her now- as she had always been taught to do.

“It’s almost as if you’re trying to kill me with that look!

“I am.”

“..they say not to bite the hand that feeds you..I was the one to save you from that horrible wound” His voice grew cold, almost devoid of emotion.

“You shouldn’t have.” YN mirrored his tone.

“You shouldn’t say such things! You should appreciate life! Afterall, that’s all humans have..you all..inevitably die..” He closed the distance between the two, peering into her eyes, observing.

“I’d have preferred to live the miserable life I had lived then and dying from that horrible wound, than living within your presence to only be devoured by you.” She spat at him, though she couldn’t help but swallow the pool of saliva growing in her throat. No matter how hard she tried, his sheer aura sent shivers down her spine.

“A miserable life? You found no joy in your life..? How unfortunate” He mirrored a tone of pity

How strange he is

“Humans really are..pathetic things...aren’t they?” His face became completely devoid of any trace of emotion, she was taken aback by the expressionless look in his eye. As if she was peering into darkness itself.

“What…?”

“To understand the beauty of all things living, you must first peer into the darkness.. It’s there to help us understand it. Would life be beautiful if we never knew what sorrow and misery felt like?”

His face quickly changed back to his signature smile, he rested a hand on her head.

“Is this what you tell yourself as you indulge yourself in massacring people?”

She was taken aback by his laugh

“Oh, dear. I simply save them from a life they can no longer see the beauty in! Simply pathetic beings! Cant see what’s further than what’s in front of them”

“And you believe, you’re saving me from a life I ‘No longer see the beauty in’..? What about what I would like?” YN removed herself from his grasp.

His eyes beamed, curious. “What is it?”

“To leave, if you’re not going to kill me- I’m not staying.” She tried to usher him out of the way, by swatting her hand at him but he simply caught her wrist and pulled it back- which caused her to fall into his chest. His other hand quickly grasped her waist, firmly and sharply.

“I didn’t say you could leave”

Her eyes grew wider, peering into the redness of his shirt.

I can’t leave..?

My last moments are going to be toyed with by a demon that wears the face of a man

How ironic

In truth, YN had been one of the many young girls who worked in the entertainment district; having met a variety of men that left all types of memories that disgusted her to her core. This was not dying with dignity, but humiliation. Her mind froze for a moment, trying to find an ounce of something to hit the demon back with but she fell to silence. Perhaps if she bored him to death, he would kill her. Yet he did nothing, and simply stood there. Listening to her heartbeat that accelerated every growing moment- oh, how he wondered how that felt

To be so afraid, you freeze and your heart begins to beat out of your chest

Even if she tried to bore him to death, he’d find something to find interest in- she was eccentric! She was the opposite of what he thought her to be! How couldn’t he not want to know more?

Suddenly, Dōma reached out to YN’s chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“How about a game?”

“A game?”

“Stay here, until you die of old age!”

Where..was here?

“It’s not like you have anything else, anyone else..your town, gone- along with any familiars”

Her eyes widened, she had failed to realise the gravity of her situation the previous night- everything..was in flames

Her hand subconsciously touched her wound

His hand moved to the side of her cheek, caressing the skin.

“Besides, what life is it serving men?” He whispered, the smile never faltering.

“..So..serve a demon instead..” She scoffed

“No, you’d have free will.” He beamed with amusement

“At paradise faith!”

“How is this a game..you’re asking me to..live out my life..here..? Why.” She stared at him, with confusion

“Because you intrigue me; it’s not often I’m met with a human who knows what I am, who isn’t begging for mercy” His voice became a chilling cold tone.

“If I started, would you?" She didn't need to say more, for him to understand the question.

He didn’t, he never did no matter how much she begged. Months passed, and she was met with laughs, snorts, rolling of the eyes- no matter how much she cried and begged for him to just simply get it over with. He never did. During her ‘fits’ as he liked to call them, he’d simply sit down, rest his elbow on a surface with his head on his palm. His eyes always beamed with curiosity, excitement as she screamed, and tears ran down her face. As if this was a play for him to enjoy. Then he’d hold her shaking body and tell her everything would be okay, as if he wasn’t the problem. She tried to steal one of his golden fan’s once, to maybe slice her throat with it. She was met with a hand around her throat- and nothing more. She tried to insult him, hurt his pride, his weird cult- nothing worked. He’d dismiss her like a child having a fit. He’d often converse with her, force her to speak her mind on whatever subject he had chosen- which is why he found her intriguing. He was so sure, when she was lost in thought in his questions that she’d forget what he was, where she was- which was her beauty; her unique perspective of the world, of emotions. He slowly started to think he understood them, although devoid of them. He was so sure, she would be the key to helping him understand such a complex tool- he didn’t want her to leave his side.

Had it become obsession?

The way he would dismiss his followers, if she so beckoned- how he found no joy in his meals any more apart from her crude reactions to the blood. How he thought of her every waking moment of the day. How he pondered on her opinions, thought them over- found the beauty in her speech. She wouldn’t be salvaged forever if he devoured her, because her beauty was in her liveness, in what she’s lived, how she lives and how she speaks. He simply and utterly didn’t want to do it. He only ever wanted to feel her warm breath against his ice cold skin. That made him feel alive. If only she ever allowed him to show her how much he truly did appreciate her; if she’d devote herself to him entirely. But she just wouldn’t, and it captivated him more- she did not see him as a messenger of God. But he saw her as a sign from something above, although he knew, nothing was there. He would devote himself to her, if she allowed it. He sought her touch, yet her hate grew by the time and he was so oblivious to it. Why cant she love me?

She inspired him to be more, he didn’t want to revel in the slaughter anymore, he didn’t feel alive anymore in the cruelty- but his heart beat when she spoke. He had never listened so attentively to someone before, so closely. Was it love?

He’d need to ask her about that next

Dōma walked attentively down to YN’s room, curious as to what she might respond with. He was trying to formulate an idea in his head

How exciting

Until

He was absolutely stricken with horror as he opened the shoji, to be met with a gruesome sight.

Fresh blood stained the floods, as her body laid beside it. The blood quickly nauseated all of his other senses, the smell was so sweet to him.

“Oh, Oh dear”

She was still alive, but barely.

He approached her quickly, setting her head on his lap as he looked at what she had done to herself. A gaping wound in both of her wrists stared back at him- she had lost so, so much blood

Dōma’s heart skipped a beat, it only ever beat

..for her

And for what?

He stared at her, her eyes had shut, covered by her hair, her lips had grown pale and cold and the life within her skin slowly decreased. He could fear her heartbeat becoming slower, and her body becoming colder.

What an odd..sentiment

His hands would have shook, if he was capable of it.

He felt something, something alien to him but he couldn’t describe it no matter how hard he tried.

The second time..

Someone he endeared took their live

He wouldn’t allow this repetitive cycle to continue

A quick slash to his wrist caused a waterfall of blood to emerge- trickling down to her mouth.

He could only hope he would chose her.

Mere hours later, YN awoke in Dōma’s chambers. An insatiable hunger in her stomach almost brought her to puking. She couldn’t remember what had happened.. her name..? What was it ..? Where was she..?

“YN! I’m so glad you’re okay!” She was met with a familiar set of rainbow coloured eyes, who seemed to be genuinely happy.

She groaned, bringing her hand to her head- feeling an annoying headache form- which is when she realised.

The length of which her nails had grown, much sharper, much more predatory.

She stared back at Dōma, who watched attentively.

She suddenly remembered, all of the blood, all of the pain.

She suddenly jumped up from his futon, and pulled up the hems of the sleeves of her kimono- to reveal no cuts. The pit in her stomach grew even wider, but not from hunger- rage and hate.

She ran to the mirror, her kimono loosely falling down at the shoulders- as she stared back at a monster that was not herself. Her hair, had turned to such a white colour- and her eyes- predatory, those of a killer. She opened her mouth, to reveal the set of sharp canines that now housed her mouth. She gasped, before a large hand snaked itself around her waist. Dōma’s head rested in the nook of her neck. YN screamed. “How could you do this to me! I never asked for this! You’re so selfish that even when I decided to take my own life, by my own hands, by my own meanings. You interfere like the parasite that you are!” Her screaming only grew louder but he did not reply, he did not react. He simply held her body, as she tried to fight him off- but even now as a Demon, she was still weaker. “You’re a horrible void sucking monster! Let me go!” Her screaming had turned to cries, the tears had ran down her face, staining her now pale complexion. She thought herself a horrid monster- yet Dōma found her beauty to still be exquisite. Her knees threatened to fall down to the ground, he held her weak and limp body up as she scream cried into the air. He reached out to turn her, to face him- he held her face in his hands.

His signature smile reappeared but his eyes grew more intensely and bright than they ever did before.

“I told you, you weren’t going to leave. Ever”

part 2

Hate

It was such a complex emotion.

It was something a person felt at the very depth of their core, of their soul. But what is hate? If not accompanied by rage? And what is rage? If not accompanied by pain and sorrow? But pain and sorrow, couldn’t be felt without joy and joy couldn’t be felt without love.

All emotions, that the man that sat before her, was completely and utterly vacant of.

Dōma sat cross legged, his chin resting on his palm- as he always did. He sat there as if there was nothing wrong, as if he wasn’t covered in blood- as if she wasn’t either. As if, there weren’t various slashes and cuts in the fabric of his clothes, and likewise her.

What was hate, if there was no cruelty? No violence? No urge to kill them?

Would hate, not then be meaningless?

She would make him pay for what he did to her- even if he didn’t care, even if he didn’t flinch, even if he secretly liked the attention. It made her feel better, and that was enough- for now.

YN stood there, her hair had grown to an immense length and her complexion had only become paler. She resembled the devil that sat before her, now.

Her own divine punisher, how cruel. She certainly didn’t believe in a God now..

Her dress, a white colour to resemble her hair- a gift from the man she despised.

Riches wouldn’t buy her heart, she wasn’t sure she had one any more, but that only made her hate herself more; as each day passed- she became more like Dōma.

More cruel, more ravenous, more despicable.

Each time, she looked in the mirror- all she could see was the similar hair coloured that now nested in her roots, the similar void in her eyes and the similar porcelain complexion. But he adored it. He wouldn’t let her forget how beautiful he thought she was now, how they were the same now, how they’ll be together forever.

It took time, to brush her long hair, now. She’d sit in front of the mirror, tears prickling the corners of her eyes until he would appear out of the shadows. He’d snake his arm around her and take the brush. How she despised him so, yet the man was so arrogant and stubborn- he always did get his way.

“I..despise you” YN finally mustered out.

She was met with a snort.

“Do you?” Dōma’s head tilted to the side, his eyes for a brief moment became completely blank yet his tone remained all the while mockful.

How sad, it was- for such beautiful colours, to be so dull, she thought.

“More than anything, in this life and the next.” Her voice shook, tears threatened to fall, all this time spent screaming, crying, scratching and hitting him over and over again. All it was, was a constant reminder of life’s misery.

And every time, the cycle was the same.

She’d yell, she’d scream

He’d ignore her, laugh at her

She’d hit him and he would hit back

She would cry, he would pretend to care

And he never did forget, to remind her that she was his.

Suddenly Dōma stood, all injuries he had obtained had already vanished into thin air but the blood still stained the floor, as did all that time ago..the memory still engraved into his mind.

YN stared at the floor, as she heard his body slowly reach hers. He cupped her face in his hands, another reminder of how small she was, how weak, how irrelevant she was in the world.

“You really shouldn’t say such false things, hm?” He smiled, a monster hid beneath the mask.

“..The sight of you makes me sick” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

Dōma stayed silent for a moment, before he spoke

“I saved you, how could you say such mean things..?” His voice grew colder, as did the sensation in his hands, but neither could feel such things any more.

“You wanted to die?” His face slowly approached YN’s ear, as he pulled the hair out of the way. His breath hitting her skin and his teeth making an appearance as he spoke.

“Did you want me to lay your rotting corpse in the courtyard? For all to see? How pitiful you are?”

His voice, was devoid of anything at all. This was the afterlife, accompanied with darkness itself, the void itself- devoid of anything.

“It was so disappointing, that someone as intelligent like you..would believe there’s anything after this cruel life..” His eyes met hers.

“I don’t. But anywhere else is better if you’re not there.” She spat back at him, the hate as bright as ever in her eyes.

“Don’t say such things..YN” He masked a look of sadness

“I do enjoy how you always keep me on my feet, but would it kill you to smile?” He turned his head to the side, wrapping a hand around the crane of her neck and the other on her cheek. He treated her like a child, and to him, she probably was. YN approached him, their bodies against each other. She stared into those dull eyes of his, no matter how hard he tried- she would see past his fonts and his masks. She leaned up to him, leaving mere centimetres between the pairs lips- his eyes never faltered, never blinked and neither did hers. Yet his heart beat, and hers did not.

“I’ll smile when the sun fucking burns you”

Dōma giggled, his grasp tightening. “Oh, how romantic” He cheerfully smiled

“but”

“I’ve grown tired of this game, YN” She yelped as his hand rapidly met her jugular instead- squeezing it violently. He would pop her head out of her socket, if he so desired- but where’s the fun?

“You scream, and you kick- When will you love me?” He whispered, his gaze never leaving her eyes.

“Could you ever? I’ve began to wonder..”

“You once said, you’d love someone who’d devote themselves to you, and who understood you beyond compare..but you don’t love me, you never could- can you?” His grip tightened, the tears now began to fall. He wasn’t going to kill her, she knew. He would torture her before he killed her, he would make her life worse than it is- just as a reminder of what he is and who is. To remind her of her place. But it wasn’t out of bad volition- he’d care for her afterwards, like he always did when he went too far. When he showed her who truly was stronger, that he could stop her fits within seconds if he wanted to- but he didn’t- because he wanted to please her! Make her feel better! Isn’t that what you do in a relationship? They were in a relationship, after all. The fact she wouldn’t let him near her, didn’t bother him at all! After all, sex was a mundane activity, he was devoid of anything- he could only fantasize about the feeling that lust gives you, but he could never truly ever actually feel it. He could only mirror it, copy, mimic- at core, he was nothing at all.

Even the devil weeps, but he didn’t.

“I gave you a chance at life...to be what you want, who you want to be- to not serve men! I only asked of you to remain at my side. Yet the months go by, and..you continue this facade of hate.”

“Have I not been good? Have I not listened to your every wish since? I’ve tried to make it up to you, YN.”

All she could do was stare, in shock? In offence at his words? But the way he spoke, and the words he chose always did have impact- he was taught the art of speech from the youngest age- he met all kinds of people, all kinds of stories who sought the words of a God- and oh, did he provide.

Deep inside her heart, she couldn’t help but rethink her actions. Had she been cruel? Too cruel? He always did try. Was that not enough? And deep down, she did know- all she had was him.

Living a normal life now, with a husband and children was impossible, physically impossible.

Living anywhere else, a demon slayer would certainly catch whiff of her- she didn’t know how to live the life of prey, and predator. But Dōma, he had lived for years- he understood this life.

He understood the brutality of it all.

A second chance at life? Yet all she had done was scream and cry and reject it entirely

Had it truly been her fault, all along?

“You know, all you have is me- and it’s all you need.

I would give you the world, if you sought it- I would shape it to your liking, it would be your world. All you have to do..is one small..little thing.”

She felt weak, mentally and physically. Her mind no longer the vast wonders and thoughts she used to have, but blank like a puppet. His eyes almost seemed hypnotic now, and his smile..that devilish smile

And that confirmation, that reminder

That she did in fact, only have him- was enough to break her.

“One small..little thing?”

She repeated, almost robotic, the tears in her eyes still formed and they still poured down her face.

He hummed In response, as he approached her ear once again. His body leaned down to her level

“To love me..as I love you.”

His voice was almost angelic, yet any peering eyes would know it was a devil’s gamble.

A deal with the devil, rather. A deal with the most despicable of them all, but what other choice?

Behead herself, or walk into the sun? Did she have the willpower for that again? To know she would die for good? Did she really want to cease to exist? Who would remember her?

Dōma?

‘As I love you’

The words meant nothing to her, she knew they were false. He wasn’t capable of love, he admitted to her he felt utterly nothing. How wrong, she would be if she knew the truth of it all.

Of course, this wasn’t love, as anyone would describe it. But it was love, in some shape or form. If your heat beat, in excitement for someone- did it not mean something? When it would never beat at all?

“Devote yourself to me, as I’ve devoted myself to you, how romantic it’d be no?

If we both helped saving those poor innocent souls..”

He meant reviling in slaughter.

“You’d be my wife, at my side. All would envy you, as your beauty knows no bounds. No harm would ever come to you, you’d do as please. The world would be yours, you just have to..love me”

His words were like programming.

Perhaps this was his plan all along, to break her into two, to make her a doll devoid of anything at all. To suck the innocence out of her heart and mind- create a monster equal to him.

She wondered, if her life would be better. If she simply did, just say she loved him. Perhaps the hate would dissipate, perhaps he’d treat her better. Perhaps she wouldn’t be a toy any more, to play with and break apart at his will. A familiar pit in her stomach grew, fear. Fear of the unknown

Perhaps he wouldn’t keep her here, against her will- but was it even against her will any more? She had many opportunities to leave, forever. Yet she never did. Because she always knew, she only had him. What life, if bound by solitude?

But what life, if bound by the devils grasp?

That was the devils gamble

One hell or the other.

His eyes peered into hers, tilting her chin up with his index finger- her eyes slowly lifting to meet his gaze.

He was awaiting her answer, she knew. And she knew deep down, what her choice was. The only choice she ever had.

“Okay..” Was all she could muster out, a weak simple word.

“Okay, what?” There was that, absence of emotion once again.

“I…”

His smile, retuned though it took much more of a sinister look to it.

“will..love you..” A tear rolled down her face, Dōma simply rubbed it into her skin.

“Until death do us part..” He hummed, with excitement.

What was hate, without love?

It would be meaningless.

Dōma placed a kiss on YN’s head, relishing the contact.

She knows she’s made a mistake. But, it doesn’t take that much to break someone apart, and put them back together to your liking. Her words never meant anything to him, her screaming and crying was simply background sound. A deal with the devil to even grasp a fraction of solitude- she could only envy his followers, a sweet release of death.

But she was so afraid of it. Her body felt utterly weak, as if it no longer belonged to her. Dōma instantly took notice.

“You poor thing, let’s have you rest hm?” He gently guided her to lay down, her head on his lap. He hummed and stroked it. In a moment like this, she would have thought him to be a kind man- as he desperately tries to make her believe, but she knew better. She had seen him, covered in blood that was alien to him and corpses surrounding him like trophies, as he feasted. All the smell, had attracted a lower demon, who had tried to start a turf war over her meal- Dōma had quickly ended the altercation, with a new head to gift Gyokko; as he told her.

She suddenly peered her eyes open, to remember the state she was in, covered in blood.

It had even stained her hair, she looked up to Dōma who was already looking at her- to be met with a familiar sight. Even now, he always reminded her of herself as his hair had taken the same gruesome look as well. “Tell me, what are you thinking?” He asked, gently- his smile warm though it was only a facade. “I can’t stand having your blood on me like this” She spoke quietly yet the disgust in her words remained. She slowly got up from his lap, feeling obviously groggy. “Oh dear! Aren’t husbands and wives supposed to share their bodily fluids?” He raised a finger up in question, but he was only teasing- he knew better. And her face only grew more disgusted at both the statement and the sentiment of ‘husband and wife’.

We aren’t even married.

“I’m going to bathe.” She changed the subject yet before she could completely slip out of Dōma’s grasp, he grabbed onto her wrist. “Oh, but I’d like to come.” He smiled, innocently- but it wasn’t an innocent smile at all. In truth, YN wouldn’t have cared. Many before have seen her naked body, Dōma has probably spied on her before, she didn’t care- yet she knew where this was going. He wanted to ‘seal the deal’. Even though, he had no pleasure in the activity, he wanted her to be pleased with his capacities to pleasure, he couldn’t have her looking for another demon now, could he? “I’d like some time to myself, Dōma” She explained, with a gentle voice- she would simply match his facade. The hate would, one day dissipate, wouldn’t it? Had he eternally punished her? Or was he her saving grace? She was at an internal fight.

“Oh, but you’re so tired! That was some fight!” He knew no bounds, so she accepted.

As he stood, his head once again met the crook of her neck, where his teeth lightly grazed the surface. “You know,” He paused. His breath hitting her skin.

“I really think..I do love you.”

It wasn’t love, it never will be.

final part

"“I would feed my heart to you, if you just asked, my love.”"

The thunder crackled throughout the black clouds and ashen sky, a mirky smell of humidity to accompany it. Every animal had already fled back to it’s designated den, and every little critter had hidden behind various rocks stones and trees. They all hid for a reason, they all hid from something.

That was mother nature, that was the way of life.

YN sat on the makeshift stone bench, watching the clouds get darker and angrier. How she understood those clouds all too well. There was always a sensation of peace, and calmness before a storm rolled in- she had sat all afternoon observing it. Yet, even through that serenity, there’s a slight whiff of something sinister. It’s hard to catch it, not all can sense it. But it’s there, lurking and forming. How it mirrored her heart so. She had became herself again, observant and thoughtful, curious and artistic. How it pleased the devil she housed with. He was so content, that she regained her beauty, her liveness- but especially that her love for him did not falter.

Though, even now she wondered if she truly loved him with all her heart, or if it was fear- fear of solitude, of death.

So, she chose to love him. In some shape of form, touching somebody’s body in the name of love, is still love. Doing favours and tasks, conversing and bathing- it was enough for him. After all, the only thing that mattered to him, was the conversing. She didn’t lose her humanity, tears would still prickle her eyes as she ate her meals- Dōma would simply laugh and tease her. But he wanted to understand, and she helped him. She helped him understand emotions he couldn’t fathom to comprehend. But one still escaped her, explaining love. She had tried, yet she didn’t comprehend it herself entirely. For Dōma, his love showed itself violently yet also gracefully. He had already killed in her name, on multiple occasions, but he’d also bathe her body so tenderly- as if his palms weren’t stained with the blood of thousands. She had grown accustomed to that sentiment. Allowing a killer to touch her, to stroke her hair, to whisper soft words in her ear- but was she not the same now? Was she not also a killer? She did it because she had to survive, like all creatures- but she had became his creature. All who knew this, knew she was his weakness.

A weakness he made, that he allowed- for the simple craving of what he could never have.

But that’s how it usually works, isn’t it?

Envious for something you cannot obtain, cannot have.

His eyes, always peered to hers. And that gentle smile, only ever faltered for her.

She had grown to accept Dōma, for being this way. It was strange, if someone said to her now- that he was a brutal killer, and a monster. She wouldn’t disagree, but she would still fight in his name; How strange it was, to spend so much time by someone’s side that you would still pick them over a warm heart, and not a cold one. But, being around coldness makes you used to it- the warmth begins to burn. And this was true vice versa, but Dōma didn’t think the heat burned, no. Instead, he fantasied about the touch. Like a moth attracted to a flame, her heart was his saving grace.

He truly did feel something for her.

Time had become irrelevant, she did not know how long she had been at the temple- she did not know how long she had known Dōma now. Yet, it did not matter, because old age would escape her now as it would him.

Together, for eternity, as he’d say

She took in a deep breath, the humidity entering her lungs. A solitary bird, flew over the court yard- and she couldn’t help to wonder what that felt like. To be free, to go wherever you want, to not be plagued with the mind of a thinker.

Dōma appeared from behind her, he bent over to her height to place a kiss on her cheek.

“I’ve been looking for you all over, my love.” He smiled.

She didn’t reply, instead she kept her gaze up at the sky. Dōma’s followed, the colours in his eyes seeming more dim than usual.

As he sat down, his hand travelled along her thigh, moving his thumb in a circular motion. YN’s eyes didn’t falter from the sky. She never knew what he wanted, he was a man, or more so devil, incapable of understanding.

“If I died, what would you do?” Suddenly, Dōma spoke. The question itself made YN’s eyes jump to his face, and without a surprise, she was met with utter nothingness.

“Why would you ask such a question?” Her voice was quiet and meek. Not because the subject of death itself bothered her but because she, in truth, was utterly afraid of what she would do. Her entire existence revolved around him. As a human, she had no family and no understanding of her place in the world- taught to simply serve men and nothing more. It was a skill of survival not of life. Yet, regardless of what he had done to her- forcing her to come to his sanctuary with him, breaking her apart for his own amusement and satisfaction- he had never touched her without her permission. He had never taken advantage of her, nor had he ever put her in any real danger apart from herself. If he hurt her, he made sure it was a lesson and not a beating. Though, she had hurt him too. It was simply how their love worked, there cannot be hate without love- and there cannot be hate without violence. If he died, she would have no meaning whatsover. She didn’t have friends. She didn’t relate to the cultists who believed in a God who didn’t exist, whom was dead. And if he was real, he certainly laughed at their pity and despair. She didn’t relate to them at all, because she was in fact not human any more. It was an aspect she often forgot, and her creator, before her- had been the one to teach her everything she knew. How could she not have some sort of pact with him? Regardless of the hate she had buried deep within her, regardless of the lies she told herself. That was life, that survival. And he didn’t care, because words, were just words. And actions, were just actions.

She swallowed.

“I don’t know.”

“Would you find someone else?” He asked, his gaze turning to hers. His eyes would always become so dull, and it never made her fail to realise, how utterly vacant he was.

“No.” She answered truthfully. Because, the raw and hard truth was, she couldn’t ever love someone again. Not because of some hidden morals but because he had destroyed the meaning. His love was so violent yet so tender at the same time, any other form would seem meaningless and empty to her. It wouldn’t be love to her anymore. All the screaming and all the blood would accompany all the nights spent with nails in her thighs and sweet little nothings in her ear. How, could she even possibly fathom to find, such a distasteful love ever again?

Yet she wouldn’t have it either way, and neither would he.

Dōma didn’t answer, he turned his gaze back to the sky. The question had spawned worry in YN.

Did he do it on purpose?

Or was he genuinely curious?

“Are you afraid of dying?” She finally mustered out, her hand rested itself on his- to which he stopped his movements.

“No.”

“Yet, I’m afraid of you dying.”

The statement didn’t surprise her, instead it filled with her an odd sense of false security. No matter how violent and toxic he was, he would protect her- but maybe just not from him.

Soon, the droplets of rain began to fall.

Without another word, Dōma had gently guided YN to her feet, and his hand met her lower back before he leaned down to her ear.

“If you did die, I’d kill myself to join you.”

Her heart had skipped a beat for a moment.

The statement itself didn’t shock her but the tone he had used. It had a certain animosity to it, it wasn’t devoid of emotion but it didn’t exactly have any either.

That was when that pit of fear begun to emerge in her stomach again.

Fear of the unknown.

She was right to have observed the storm rolling in, because something had changed.

But, as they entered the temple- she was suddenly remembered of his words long ago.

“Until death do us part.”

Did he mean that, literally?

Did he know something she didn’t?

Was he planning to kill her? Or was he ordered to? Or was he simply in a bad mood?

If he was going to kill her, she’d rather know than not. He could atleast have the decency to give her the mental preparation , though he always was a selfish man- even in bed. Which was quite ironic considering he didn’t even care for it but saw it as more of a hobby.

Lost in thought, she had failed to realise he had guided them to their bedroom. It was odd, considering prayer time was soon and the two would be expected to make an appearance.

Before she could speak, she was met with his cold lips against hers. It wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t exactly passionate either. It was hungry.

For Dōma, the heat that radiated off of her lips was almost intoxicating. They weren’t cold like his, her heart constantly beat, with fire and warmth. How she resembled him so, yet not at the same time. In truth, he had done this on purpose. He had orchestrated the entire thing. He already knew, who she was before he found her almost dead. After all, he was the one who impaled her.

But she didn’t know that, and she didn’t need to know.

The entire reasoning of it all was for a simple reason.

A life long partner.

Although he didn’t understand love and affection, he wasn’t oblivious to social cues. He knew nobody truly actually liked him. And his devoted followers loved him because they were told to.

But he could force someone to love him, couldn’t he? Afterall that was what that woman had told him, when he sought counselling on his troubles. Of course, her good advice now lays in the bowels of his stomach.

So, he had stalked for a partner.

The entertainment district, had truly never failed to amaze him. There were all kinds of people, and beautiful women- he just had to choose wisely- and he did at that. It was a rarity for him to have bad taste after all.

In truth, he knew everything about her before she even knew of his existence.

He knew she had no family, no ties to the outside world- that she was born into this work and never truly knew what love was. It was easy, he just had to make her believe this was love because he was incapable of showing it any other way.

He had found her to be quite exquisite, and he had already noticed that fire inside of her. The warmth that he had been looking for, for a century.

His mother was unable to give it to him, and another woman failed at it- she would be the last option. If she failed, he would kill himself entirely. He had decided.

He would die in a battle, he knew that.

Regardless, before he died- he wanted to know what love felt like. He was always so cold, he had become numb to it and although she was the same breed of monster he was now, she wasn’t so cold.

He knew he’d have to break her into two to make her love him

He knew, he’d have to lie and deceive her- but did he ever claim to not be the devil?

After all, he is cunning but also beautiful- and he once was an angel.

Perhaps this was a pointless fight, to be fighting for something that he will never truly obtain- but he’s had everything he’s ever wanted apart from that.

He didn’t care for walking in the sun or power

He revelled in slaughter because it made him feel something and likewise now, he could only fall under the spell she had put under him.

His hands travelled up her waist and down to her hip bone before he lightly bit at her bottom lip.

What would she say, if she knew?

She was so erratic, maybe she would kill herself. Afterall she tried it once before, who’s to say she wouldn’t again? She would leave him wouldn’t she? Why would she not? Everyone else had.

Everyone he had ever taken a liking to, would simply leave.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have turned her into a demon in the first place

Maybe he wasn’t deserving of love

“Dōma?”

Suddenly, his mind wandered back to reality. It was not often that he zoned out, after all, he was so perceptive- yet when it came to her, he became a man he didn’t even recognise.

He hadn’t even noticed, that he placed her onto the bed, and loomed over her. He had kissed her neck before abruptly stopping and his gaze becoming devoid of any emotion.

“What’s wrong?”

How funny it was, he thought. That she cared

His signature smile returned, as his slightly closed yet were still open enough to see those multicoloured eyes.

“Nothing at all, my love- since you’re here with me” He whispered, and placed another kiss on the crane of her neck before moving to her collarbone before he was met with a rather violent pull of his hair which led him for just a moment- to widen his eyes.

“First, you ask me such a ridiculous question, then this, and then you just suddenly gaze into nothing. Explain yourself.” Her voice had broke, she wasn’t upset but worried and dumbfounded.

He always kept her emotions in disarray.

Should he tell her?

Would it be proof of her love if he did?

That he had in fact orchestrated the entire thing?

One of his hands reached up to her cheek, as he stroked it lightly.

“Do you remember, how we met?” He asked, gently.

“When you..kidnapped me?” She scoffed, looking back at the memory it was foggy and blurry. A reminder of a previous life, a life where she still didn’t have any freedom.

“Hm, yes I suppose..for you..that’s how we met.” His tone became cold.

“..?..”

“That monster, that you had seen- it was me, my dear.”

“I was the one that caused the city to become ruin.”

She was met with horror as distant memories suddenly became anew.

She had shoved them to the back of her head, she hadn’t once thought about what she had seen.

Only the flames, were describable but not the other horrors.

The way the other girls were screaming and crying as pillars of wood fell and the smell of copper filled the halls. Mutated legs and arms scattered around the building like children’s toys.

And the sudden golden tinted fan that had her in her chest before she fell from the window.

It was in an effort to catch her.

Her mouth grew dry.

She had understood now, why their first encounter was so strange. He didn’t decide to keep her on a whim, he had decided long before. He had caused the city to burn, for her. In an effort to break her, to have her. To make her believe that he was her saviour, her god.

“..What..”

What, was the only word she could muster out as Dōma shadowed over her.

His eyes had a glint in them, they weren’t so dim. As if he was glad to have the lie between them finally revealed, as if they growing anew- as if this would be true love.

“I had seen you, quite a few months back- walking home after working.”

He smiled

“Oh, it was quite funny, you didn’t even see the poor girl I was feasting on..”

His canines shined under the small luminosity that housed the room

“But, you just caught my eye. You were so beautiful! And just so lost in your own mind, it was exactly what I was looking for! I had to know more.”

He bent down now, cheerfully and joyous as he placed a toothy kiss to her neck.

Goosebumps filled her body.

“You..stalked me.. and then burnt the entire fucking city to the ground?”

Her voice broke again, she was dumbfounded? Afraid?

Horrified was more the word for it.

“And I would burn the world, just for you.

You didn’t need that city, what good did it do? It only harmed you, my love.”

He pleaded his case.

“You were exactly what I was looking for, intelligent and creative yet you had this striking beauty to you, though the sadness and despair wasn’t something I had ignored either- I wanted to save you, you poor thing.” He whispered into her ear, yet the words meant nothing- it only fuelled the sickening feeling in her stomach.

“You..manipulated me..?” Her voice had grown quiet, tears now threatening the corners of her eyes.

“Oh, YN. You were always so exquisite when you cried.” Dōma approached his mouth to her left eye, before gently licking the corner.

It filled her with disgust.

“You..took everything away from me..and then denied me death just..for-..for-” YN couldn’t finish the sentence before a muffled sob escaped her mouth.

“Took everything away..? You never had anything in the first place..

I gave you everything you’d ever need” He stroked his thumb on her cheek.

She wanted to tell him to get out, to scream at him and to cry and sob.

After all this time, she had been so stupid

She had ignored the simple truth, because she had already known.

Yet, she couldn’t accept it, because she had nobody else.

The hate had dissipated, for the simple reason of lying to herself.

Dōma now telling her and affirming her suspensions all along, all in some sick and twisted way of proving his love to her made her realise, that what she had grown to love was a monster, and would only ever be a monster.

He didn’t just kidnap her, he destroyed everything in his path to make sure she had nothing else to return to. That he would be the only thing she would have, turning him into the same creature that he was, into the same monstrosity- was assurance.

He didn’t manipulate her in his mind, he simply bent the truth.

Stalking was such a big word, he had only just learnt every single detail about her before making his move. Was that normal? He wanted results, not failure.

Her muffled sobs brought a grin to his face, an erratic one. He always did like to see her cry, it reminded him that she still had her humanity- that she was still so different from him.

He approached her ear with a sweet shushing sound as if to soothe her.

“I even kept their bodies, in case you ever missed them”

“...you’re fucking sick” YN finally managed to muster out, with a cry to accompany it.

“If being in love with you makes me sick, then so be it!” He cheerfully smiled

“This isn’t love!” She tried to push him off, but he was stronger. He always was. He pinned both of her wrists down with one arm- his veins making an appearance.

“You don’t think I love you, YN?” Dōma masqueraded a look of sadness before a golden fan met his free his hand, with a swift movement, it opened.

“Do you want me to prove to you, that I do?”

His voice became devoid of any emotion.

Before YN could answer, or even comprehend his sudden act- she was met with a gush of blood hitting her face.

A small empty laugh filled her ears and as she looked, she realised he had slit his throat open- the fan was still impaled into his neck and was making it’s way through the bone deeper.

“I love you so much I’d be prepared to die for you, are you?”

Before she could react, the fan had already met her neck.

She whimpered as it slightly cut her skin- though he hadn’t cut her nearly as deep as he had cut himself.

His skin had already begin to heal.

“There shouldn’t be any lies between us, my love. If you died, I’d go utterly insane.”

“Please..get off of me.” She whimpered as her white hair and porcelain skin was now stained with his blood. Though, he himself didn’t care. Instead, he shoved another kiss on her lips. This time it was rough, a mixture of the taste of blood and saliva pooled the two’s mouths as he harshly bit at her lip. In an effort to make him stop even for just a moment, she bit him back yet this caused absolutely no reaction at all and seemed to just fuel his blood lust further.

He pretended to be a kind man when in truth, he was nothing but hell itself among mortals.

“What does it matter?” He finally breathed into her mouth.

“It was so long ago now, hm?” He stroked her hair, his own fingers stained with crimson red.

“It matters because you killed everyone that I knew! You burnt my home to ash!” She cried out

“Had you not said, you had lived a life of a misery?” He tilted his head, to which YN was met with silence in her own mind.

She had said that, hadn’t she.

“Did I not give you a somewhat better life? Regardless of my past actions? As they say, let’s not cry over spoiled milk, my dear.”

“..Why..”

Dōma reflected for a moment

“Does it matter?” He asked, emotionless.

It didn’t, she had concluded.

It didn’t matter, because regardless she was stuck here. She wouldn’t leave, she knew she wouldn’t. She was stuck within the devils grasp- and he wasn’t letting go.

Deep down, maybe she knew the answer. But it didn’t matter.

It never did, because in truth, she would most likely die from her hand- and him his own.

It was a story that was never bound to have a happy ending.

After all, their entire existence was against the codes of nature and so was this so called love.

“I would feed my heart to you, if you just asked, my love.”

She wished, she had killed herself that day.

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o3o-aya · 10 days

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Part three of demon slayer reader infiltrating Douma's cult. MOMMY PLEASEEEEEE 🥺, feed the readers, feed me 🤲 aaaaaaaaaa. Also please take you're time, don't stress yourself, and make sure to take care of yourself. 😠❤️

I NEED TO KNOW HOW DOUMA TREATS READER DURING HER PREGNANCY and also how he reacts to her giving birth and almost dying bc ~demon baby~ yk? I feel like he would maybe turn her into a demon but like what if it's a close call and she's like .0001% alive at this point bc that baby probably gonna be a menace.

yith :)

TW- blood, childbirth, nsfw

As your unwelcomed pregnancy progressed, Douma just became more and more unbearable!

You couldn't stand how he was around you more!

You couldn't even take a walk without him bugging you!

Sighing as you placed your hand on your stomach before you looked down at the lotus flowers, they were lovely this year...

The same couldn't be said for him...

"Aren't they pretty y/n-chan?!~" He cooed at you before he paused as you looked away from him.

"Aw don't be rude to me...~" He pouted at you, grabbing your jaw as he turned your head to look at him.

"We should think of names to call the baby!" Douma cried out with a wide smile.

"Isn't your so called master going to eat it...?" You grumbled out as you looked at him, you had no choice to look at him after all...

Your eyes widened as his sharp nails dug into your flesh, feeling the blood drip down your cheeks.

"Now now my flower... This is an experiment... We get to keep this one..." Douma said, a smile still on his face.

"So shut up about that." He said before he let you drop to the floor.

You winced as you looked up at him, panting softly.

"Someone clean her up." He waved to a servant before he walked away.

You had to get out here...

~~~

Watching as the cult member rubbed your ankles, you turned away in slight annoyance before you sighed.

"Unhappy my flower?" Douma cooed as he placed his hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently.

"Ah! You're hungry! You need to eat so our child can be healthy..." He said as he snapped his fingers at someone to bring you food.

As the meats and rice were placed in front of you, you went to reach for them...

Douma snatched it away. "Say ahhh! You can't strain yourself now! You're with child!" He said happily as he tilted his head.

You didn't know how much longer you could stay...

He did have an uppermoon meeting coming up...

~~~

"Now now my flower... You shouldn't move to much now." Douma said as he sat you down on the beanbag looking thing...

"Just sit here and rest... Someone will bring you tea." He said to you as he smiled.

"I'll be back shortly..." He said as he walked out of the room.

You sighed as you drifted your eyes before you looked away, looking back up as the servant walked in, placing down the tea before leaving.

You looked at it as your eyes narrowed, something felt...

Off...

No mind...

You slowly picked up the cup as your took a sip, drinking it before you stood up and went to grab your stuff to escape.

~~~

Your escape attempt were foiled...

Foiled by what?

Your sudden labor pains...

You never expected this... You were a month early...

You weren't due for another month!

And Douma was at an uppermoon meeting... Your screams echoing the halls of the temple..

Squeezing the hands of one of the midwives as you pushed.

It was hours... You didn't know how long...

Until you heard the midwife...

"It's a boy!" She cried before handing you the crying baby...

You looked at him through your hazy gaze... The baby handed to you...

He was so little... So defenseless...

"So we have a son!" Douma said as he entered the room, a smile wide on his face.

Coming to your side as he kneeled down.

"Maybe next time you won't plan to leave my flower...~" He cooed in your ear as your eyes widened.

"Then maybe I won't slip that root in your tea..."

~~~ The weeks passed...

Your son grew... Well, just a little.. As much as newborns could...

Letting out soft whimpers as Douma sucked on your nipples, his hips slapping against yours.

"It's been so long...~" Douma cooed as he thrusted into you.

"But your body remembers who it belongs you...~" He smirked as he moved and pressed a kiss to your neck.

Your body reacting to his every touch...

You hated it....

~~~

Staring down at your baby boy... Hiroshi...

Narrowing your eyes at him as you gripped the side of the cradle, he looked like you...

Yet he had that monster's eyes...

You brought the dagger up as you looked at him.

You were going to do it...

Yet you paused, watching as Hiroshi reached up to you with a smile.. Dropping your dagger as you fell to your knees.

"I'll never get out of here..."

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inoshibi1 · 1 year

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-Yandere! Doma X Fem!Reader-

⚠️warning⚠️ mentions of death, obsessive actions, NSFW moments and non-consensual actions towards reader (!only kissing though, nothing other than kissing! But still worth the tw)

Fandom: Demon slayer. Character(s): Doma [upper rank 2 demon]

A/N: I don’t know a lot about Doma other than he’s a psychotic outwardly friendly demon. So if this fanfic isn’t very accurate to how Canon Doma would act then I’m sorry pls don’t hate me. :]

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Doma held the shaking woman close to him, arms tightly wound around her waist in a loving embrace. His head propped on her shoulder to peer at the carnage he had left behind. The demons breathing was calm, the complete opposite of the girl stuck with him.

She was crying, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. Her eyes here red from so much crying, lips still wobbling despite the triggering event happening an hour or so ago. She sniffed, a stray tear falling onto Doma's outfit.

The pale man sighed and shut said book, discarding it to the ground beside him. Doma's arms pulled her closer, alerting her of his full attention. "Darling please, why are you still crying?"

Y/N kept her mouth shut, still sniffing and wiping away the tears that just kept coming. Her body began shaking again being Doma to lightly rub her sides to try and comfort her. She still flinched at his touch, though who could blame her?

"Y/N my sweetheart, I asked you a question, I'd like an answer please." His voice still remained calm, a sweet symphony of death and cold. She shivered under his touch, now moving up to her shoulders and back down again.

"Y-y-you k-killed them... y-you murdered t-them...t-they didn't do-do anything wrong t-to you...."

"Y/N my dear, they tried to help you escape, give you a place to stay while you ran away from me." Doma calmly retorted, his hands stopping on her hips to trace his thumbs on the dip. "Next time you leave me I'll find your loved ones and take care of them, but if you stay that won't happen at all. It is in your hands what happens to the people in your life, those people's death was nobody's fault but yours."

Y/N began to sob harder with every cruel word, she knew they weren't true, she didn't kill her dear friend. He did. Doma was just trying to shift the blame and make her feel guilty about finally escaping him. Y/N knew this, though she couldn't help but feel guilty anyway.

Doma sighed as he used his sleeve to wipe her face clean of the tears and snot. The hair in his face tickling her nose. "You know Y/N, I can make all your pain go away. You just have to say those words. I won't hurt anyone else if you do. Say them, and we both can be happy for all eternity."

The air remained still for a moment. The only noise in the room being the small yet passionate kisses that Doma placed on the woman's sweating forehead. Doma went lower, kissing her cheeks and gradually lowering down to her neck. No area of her body was left untouched from his lips, soon the demon was kneeling down infront of the shaking woman. Taking his sweet time kissing her shaking hands.

She began to protest when she tried to pull away her hand but he wouldn't let her; the harsh bite of his teeth brought the woman back to reality. She couldn't stop the whimper that slipped past her lips at the dark scowl on his face.

It wasn't when he finally stood up did she finally breathe- chest heaving while she stared at him once more with wide eyes.

"Say those words."

The grip on her hand increased; giving her no choice other than to look directly into the hollow depths of his eyes.

"Say it."

"I love you." Y/N's throat went dry, Doma wrapping her in his arms turning her to face him, to cradle her hips. He placed his free hand upon her cheek, his thumb tracing the puff red skin with a pleased smirk on his features.

He softened the grip on the woman's hand, trailing his hand down her body as he placed his lips onto hers. He felt more confident this round, not leaving the woman enough time to really get her breath back as he worked his lips against hers. The hand still gripping your own moved to intertwine her fingers with his while the other hand slid down across your waist as he pulled you right into him, causing your bodies to clash against each other.

The poor woman shook as tears fell down her eyes. She was so scared. How could she not be? These actions were so cruel. What had he done to deserve such cruelty?

Before any more tears could fall down, Doma’s thumb brush away one of the tears that fell.

It became oddly comforting, then. The way Doma was holding her. All she could sense was him. The mild scent of pine with metallic undertones nearly becoming overpowering has he continued to kiss the woman breathless. It was almost enough to forget what was about to happen.

Almost.

The woman began to protest when she tried to pull away but he wouldn't let her go; the whine she let out muffled from his mouth over hers.

When he finally let her go, he left her breathless - chest heaving while she stared at Doma once more with eyes as wide as plates.

"I know you love me Y/N, and I love you too."

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Are you writing the part 3 of douma x male reader?

I didn't realize this story was such a hot commodity

I've gotten quite a few asks about this story in particular

and my motivation is reignited

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First Part, Last Part

You were frozen in the presence of this…man. You weren’t breathing, you couldn’t look up from the floor. There was something otherworldly about Douma’s master. Whatever put you off about Douma was amplified by thousands by this creature who came to meet your sister.

“This is my new interest,” You felt the possessive hold of the cult-leader trailing his hand along your body before pushing your head into his shoulder. A silent reminder to do nothing and be silent.

“Hmm. The child.”

In an instant your sister was no longer in your arms and even the crippling fear didn’t stop you from trying to take her from the pale man who was now holding your Himari. Keyword: trying. The unmoving hold on your entire body brought you back to reality; as you slowly stopped trying to launch at this man in black. All you could do was stand completely hopeless with the man you loved(?) and a man you feared holding the only person you cared about.

“I’ve been wanting to meet you.” Her voice was groggy as it was when she woke up.

“So I’ve been told. What makes you think I’ll give you the time of day?”

“I’m sure you know what it's like to search for answers and turn up blanks.”

The man with magenta eyes narrowed his eyes and you began to shiver. You were sure that if your sister didn’t choose her next words carefully she’d be killed.

“What have you been told?”

“Nothing but those who linger tend to gossip.”

The man cocked his head back in a look of total shock, holding your sister closer. You wanted to intervene, you were itching to say something but you knew if his gaze was directed towards you it’d be over. You watched Himari lean forward to whisper something past the raven locks of the man. After whatever she said the distant hold he had on her became more familiar, supporting her bottom with his forearm as she sat up. Completely opposite to the arm length hold he had on her before.

“Douma keep your interest…alive for now.”

The man turned to leave and you couldn’t stand to be quiet any longer. Not when it seemed that you were once again having Himari stolen from you.

“Himari!”

The man’s side glare rivaled the worried one Himari had as she peeked over his shoulder. She struggled to speak, trying to climb higher than where she was being held to say something. But the most you got was barely an utterance of your name before she disappeared with Douma’s supposed master.

“(Y/–”

“Himari!!”

You were allowed once again to move only to lunge for air. On a swivel you tried to see some human way that he could have escaped with a child in his hands but you found none. Finally with the silence more prevalent than ever everything came crashing down on you.

“Wh-what is going on!!!??? Where’s H-himari?! Where’s he taking her?! What are you-UGH?!”

You felt unbelievably powerless. Absolutely nothing in the face of beings you wouldn't understand. Why did it have to be her? Your baby. The one you devoted the better part of your whole life to. You had so much to teach. To the blind eye she was knowledgable but you knew at her center she was still the unsocialized child that held tight to you in the night.She was still the child you knew cried when your parents forgot her birthday. She was still the child that looked nervously when innocent children attempted to befriend her. She was still a child who underestimated the forces she played with. She was still a child that let curiosity guide very dangerous decisions. She was still a baby who needed you. You wanted to blame her because she was a baby who did stupid things but you couldn’t do that. Not when you sat complacent as she dealt with the man who very well could be your parent’s killer. As you were making out with an honest-to-goodness mass murderer when you should have been running away. As you, her guardian sat still with fear as she was whisked away by someone with intentions you had no way of gauging.

“Are you feeling sad?”

“...sad?...You think I’m sad?YOU THINK ALL I AM IS SAD!?! YOU IDIOT I’M MORE THAN SAD!! I’M LIVID–”

(Y/n) went off, screaming in this hut in the middle of nowhere occasionally decorated by the splotches of blood from those followers. Douma was relishing in this flood of–what must be emotion. You went on and on all while crying. You pulled at his robe trying to shake the demon as you continued to cry out, utterly distraught.

It was kind of cute.

So he let you scream your little human heart out until you finally collapsed at his feet completely exhausted.

“How interesting…”

You obeyed him when he was sure you wouldn’t and that made him feel something. He couldn’t tell anyone what it was but he liked it. It felt like love to Douma. So Douma relished in it and he wouldn’t let this go. Without effort he scooped your unconscious body before beginning the journey back to his sanctuary. Along the way he whispered to you, rubbing your living skin against his own.

“I can’t wait to feel even more with you, (Y/n).”

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mayullla · 10 months

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Title: Little Sunshine!

Characters: Douma (/Doma) (Demon Slayer)

Summary: You were taken into the Paradise Faith cult with Kotoha (Inosuke's mother.) And like her, Douma became rather fond of you. When Kotoha ran away, she had no choice but to leave you behind as Douma hid the truth away from you and turned you into one of his own kind.

Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, the reader gets turned into a demon (drinking blood is mentioned here / forced), manipulation

Note: Part 2 is here!

You were holding the hand of Kotoha Hashibira, a pregnant woman who brought you along with her when she was welcomed into the Paradise Faith cult.

You were around 3 to 4 years old that time, if Douma remembers correctly when you walked in curiously looking at everything around you so naively and sweetly asking Kotoha who these people welcoming you and her were.

If he was right, Douma remembers that you didn't belong to Kotoha. That two of you weren't blood-related, but she picked you up somewhere as she found you abandoned and alone. It was a common occurrence, no doubt, that kids get abandoned by their own parents. Maybe it was due to poverty or maybe for other reasons but Kotoha told Douma that was hard to ignore you as you look at the world with something in your eyes. Something that she could not pinpoint.

Yet Douma definitely found something common between you and Kotoha, these cheerful and innocent personalities that the two of you have. The two of you would always play together, as you followed along when Kotoha sang or times when you played alone but always invited him to join you when you noticed him.

Even now after years you still do the same, as you toss the ball high up into the air and then catch it the servants watching from far away clapping their hands and they look fondly at you the daughter of Douma having but age only one year after so long.

"Dear," Douma stated, gesturing that you come to him. Looking up from your ball, you trotted over to him, tilting your head curiously. Sometimes you remind him of how he fondly looked at you and Kotoha, the days when he would watch you play around and laugh in delight trying to ask him to carry you as you looked at the koi fish inside the pond. Your eyes were innocent even years later, but then again, you sleep more than before, so maybe mentally, you wouldn't age as much...

"Ah, my lovely child, you are awake! Why didn't you tell me so? I would have come sooner." Douma stated, patting your head. While it has been made this idea that you and Douma were father and daughter, it couldn't have been far from the truth.

It was a public ritual that had been made between you and Douma. The followers envied you, a small child who was forced to drink the blood that came from Douma's hand sliced with a knife and poured into a small cup. It seemed that you didn't remember such a situation occurring as he once brought it up only to get a confused look from you.

You cried so much that day when you were forced to drink from the cup, as the followers all held you down, telling you that you should be grateful and happy that you have been given this honor. That you and Douma would now be related, and there was nothing more privilege than to be related to the man who they worshipped.

With a smile, Douma continued to watch. Your body wanted to curl as you felt the pain in your body as if thorns were stabbed everywhere. Maybe this wouldn't have happened... maybe you would have stayed a human for a long time till you died as one if Kotoha hadn't found out about his little secret.

He remembered when Kotoha tried to run away, she wanted to get you too, but with Inosuke in her arms and him on the way she wasn't able to do so.

Your cries of pain were what he listened to as he thought about the past.

"Where is Kotoha-san and Inosuke?" You asked one night after searching the whole day for them.

"They have left, dear child." Douma smiled down at you, his face covered by the shadow made by the moonlight. His eyes glowed brightly as he watched your reaction to the news. "Oh... are they coming back?" You asked, looking down at the floor fidgeting in your spot. "I am not sure, dear..." Douma replied, watching.

How confused you were, then a sort of realization, then betrayed, sorrow, acceptance, and lastly, loneliness. He enjoyed watching your emotions very much, how expressive your eyes were, a smile still on his face. He wondered what you would do next. Would you curl up in a corner and hide away mopping that you have been abandoned once again, or would you just cry here screaming why?

"Will you stay with me?" Your question almost barely a whisper surprised Douma, as his eyes widen, and somewhere in his body jumped at your words.

It was unfamiliar to him. He wasn't able to reply as silence draped through the room. You stared at him with a cautious hope that started to dim little by little every second he didn't answer.

"Yes.." That word surprised Douma a lot, such a common word held an unfamiliar, heavy feeling that he never thought he would experience. Covering his mouth with his fingers as he wondered if he really was the one who said it. Looking at you, he saw your eyes just light up just a little, and as you smiled.

It was at that moment he thought that his heartbeat, or whatever similar thing there was for a demon. But other than that, there was something else he noticed in his heart, one he could not recognize at all. Yet he thought it was such an erratic, crazed feeling. It was almost addictive.

Douma thought that maybe through you, he might... might just be able to experience these emotions that he never thought he could. The feeling of just being a little more... real.

It was his own amusement that led to the decision to turn you into a demon just like him. When he had done just a good amount of work for Muzan when he asked for a little prize for his work. Mozan stared at him with disdain when he had asked, wondering if he had gone crazy. But to get him out of his sight, Muzan let him do as he pleases, allowing you to become a demon.

Douma watched as you cried your eyes out in pain. Your eyes ever so slowly became more and more crazed. The want for blood you crave would be soon as you tried to find someone to eat, yet Douma noticed how you also looked as if another side of you was fighting. Not wanting to spill blood, as tears fell from your eyes begging yourself to stop.

Instead of eating a human, before Douma could even call for one and offer that dish to you. You passed out.

How... boring... he thought as he stared at you, poking your cheek.

You slept for a long time. A few months or more, he didn't count. Douma sent you to another room to be cared for by the worshippers and almost have completely forgotten about you tired of waiting after a while.

When Douma had asked Muzan about turning a child into a demon, almost all the upper-rank demons were there then. Akaza wondered what has gotten into Douma to ask such a thing but it wasn't like he once understood the guy. So did the other demons they all looked at Douma as if he went insane.

Douma didn't care. He didn't really care what they thought of him, but imagine his surprise when he after a year saw you with Akaza. You were laughing cheerfully as the man carried you on his shoulders. His face was a little confused, but letting you do as you please as you raved about how high up you were. He watched as the smile on Akaza's lips became a little more genuine as he continued to play with you.

... it was a dirty feeling, ugly and disgusting that he wanted to vomit out. It felt like he was drowning in thick mud as he watched you play with Akaza. Just a year ago, he was the one to do this for you.

And he doesn't know why...

Note: I think it was really obvious to those who follow me that I would pick writing demons rather than the demon slayers... hehe

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reine-uls · 1 year

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sum cold affections drawings 😌

⚠️ Disclaimer: NOT OFFICIAL appearance of Cold Affections reader. ⚠️ (This is me just imagining my own version of little fox!)

#yandere douma x reader #ao3 fanfic #douma #demon slayer #kny doma #doma #douma x reader #douma x y/n #archive of our own #kny fanfic #cold affections 🪷 ❄️#drawing ✍️

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hentagirl · 11 months

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Good Boy ෆ

Warnings: Dacryphilia, size kink, finger sucking and fucking, corrupt kink, yandere, cock sucking, Doma uses you as a fleshlight, non-con

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: You are sent to eternal paradise cult to spy on the uppermoon Doma but soon become his favorite sadly he hits your head making you forget he was a demon and how your a demon slayer but soon you get use to Doma looking and following you it’s normal right..?

❝𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞~❞

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“a-are you sure I-I can do this…” said a very nervous boy “Ofc! and if you are in danger a crow will be there following every move the cult does” said a woman with purple tips and dark soulless purple eyes Shinobu dressed up the young boy in a ragged yukata “there your disguise is ready!” said Shinobu “Now you have to pretend to be miserable near the cult someone will take you in hopefully and you’ll be watched there by a crow if it sees you struggling we will send a hashira to help you now please be safe.” said Shinobu holding the nervous boy hands “i don’t want you having the same fate as Kanae..” said Shinobu “Don’t worry i’ll come back in one piece!” said Y/n smiling at the woman who smiled back

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“Oh my your so young what are you doing here!” said a woman looking at a young boy who was in rags his face stained with tears “i-i was kicked out of my p-parents house b-because—“ the young boy began crying again the woman hugged him and she smiled “listen there is a mansion near our leader is so kind to let anyone in need to stay you could be aided there” said the woman the young boy smiled “Oh thank you so much!” said the boy hugging the woman

Y/n was brought to a huge mansion he watched in awe seeing a lot of happy people and pictures of a handsome man with rainbow eyes “w-who is h-he?” questioned Y/n “Oh that is Doma our cult leader who does good in the world!” praised the woman ‘Shinobu didn’t tell me how the demon would look.. why don’t people see he’s a demon..’ thought Y/n “oh look there!! go to the nurse they will give you medicine and a room” said the woman “now take care young boy” the woman walked away as the boy nervously went inside the infirmary

“now you look much better here’s your room” said a nurse “oh t-thank you..” said Y/n “Hey you the leader wants to meet you!” said the same woman from earlier “m-me?!” said the boy frantically “Yes you omg you’ll finally meet Doma listen don’t be so nervous your gonna give a bad impression to our leader!” said the woman making the young boy more nervous “o-oh ok!!” said Y/n the woman grinned and dragged the young boy somewhere else..

They soon made it to large wooden doors the woman knocked and there was a voice behind the door “It’s open!” the woman opened the door and blushed seeing the cult leader “Ara ara~ you look so young and cute” said the rainbow eyed demon making the young boy turn red he could feel his heart beat faster “thank you for bringing me the boy you can leave now.” said Doma the woman smiled following orders leaving the young demon slayer and the upper moon demon “So tell me about yourself here have a seat!” smiled the demon Y/n nervously walked to the empty spot next to Doma “Now tell me why are you here?” said Doma making the young boy sweat nervously the demon tilted his head innocently “the woman told me you were kicked out of your house why?” said Doma the young boy mentally sighed “w-well i was kicked out because my older sister was basically the favorite and she framed me for something i didn’t do and t-that’s how i got kicked out..” the boy had tears running down his face making the demon feel more thrilled the demon made the young boy lay down on his chest “It’s ok you can stay here for as long as you need” said Doma he smelled the boy he smelled so nice and yummy..no he had to resist..he felt the young boy go limp ‘Oh he’s asleep that fast..’ he smelled so good he just needed one bite..one bite won’t hurt right plus he’s asleep Doma opened his mouth revealing large sharp teeth’s he licked the area he was going to bite and sank his sharp fangs into Y/n’s neck “hng..” Doma sucked the blood out of Y/n’s neck his blood was so sweet “D-Doma!!” Y/n felt the pain and tears ran down his face “Oh your awake that’s good~” said Doma he was about to take off Y/n’s yukata when Y/n backed away “s-stay away i’ll tell everyone your a demon!” panicked Y/n he covered his body with the bloody yukata Doma sighed “I didn’t wanna do this lily pad..but you leave me no choice” Y/n saw Doma was gone for a second and he turned around and felt cold hit his head he fell down to Doma arms making him smile

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“Oh Y/n you look so good today!” said a man Y/n nervously smiled “t-thank you..” said Y/n he could feel eyes dig into his skull but ignored it “Y/n i was wondering if you’d like to have fun tonight at my room~” said the man Y/n looked at him confused oh he’s so innocent the man sighed and smiled again whispering into his ear “i’m saying that we should sleep together i promise i can make you forget about everything and think about how my cock drills inside you~” said the creepy man Y/n blushed at his words recently Doma has been teaching some stuff to Y/n and most of the education was about yk.. Y/n tried declining the creepy man’s offer but he would still follow the young boy around “come on i promise you’ll have a great time~” said the man “i-i already said no what d-don’t you understand!” yelled the young boy “Oh Y/n is this man bothering you?~” said a rainbow eyes demon Y/n turned around tears staining his face “c-can we go please..” pleaded Y/n he clinged onto Domas arm “Of course~” Doma and Y/n walked away not before giving the creepy man a death stare

Y/n was now eating outside the huge mansion he didn’t see the creepy man anywhere which is a good thing maybe Doma banned him from ever coming back or something else happened.. Y/n finished his food and went back inside “Oh Y/n over here~” Y/n saw Doma waving at him “Oh Hi Doma!” said Y/n smiling “t-thank you for banning the creepy man” said Y/n holding Domas hand affectionately “…i did ban him and it was no problem i’d do anything to protect you my little lily pad~” said Doma he watched as Y/n became flustered “It’s becoming night time why don’t you sleep here?” said Doma inviting Y/n inside “wow your room is so large..” awed Y/n “There is a king sized bed with curtains you can sleep there if you’d like!” said Doma “what about you?..” questioned Y/n making Doma smile “I don’t really need sleep..” said Doma “c-can you atleast stay with me please..” pleaded Y/n “Oh sure anything for you~” said Doma, Y/n was ontop of Doma he kept moving trying to find a comfortable spot but it all started when Doma groaned “Lily pad please try not to move to much~” said Doma “s-sorry am i heavy..” panicked Y/n he tries to get off but Doma pulled him closer “Lily pad your making me quite hard~“ said Doma making Y/n question him “Your innocence always makes me so thrilled~” Doma held Y/n facing his back Y/n felt something hard poking his back “Do you feel that lily pad?~ you did this you made me so hard you make me wanna pound you make you cry~” said Doma he slowly snaked his fingers around Y/n’s face and put them inside Y/n’s mouth “suck.” Y/n sucked on Domas slender fingers and Doma thrusted his fingers deeper his throat making Y/n gag and little tears started forming in his eyes Y/n opened his mouth and Doma took out his fingers and put his hand under Y/n’s yukata he felt his small hole and sticked his finger in making Y/n moan “i-it hurts!” cried Y/n “Don’t worry Lily pad you’ll feel much better when i find that spot oh found it~” Doma hit Y/n’s prostate making him let out a slutty moan like “your so tight~” Doma felt Y/n’s wall tighten on him “and so sensitive look at how your dick is letting out pre cum~” Doma continued with the dirty talk making Y/n feel hotter “m-my tummy feels a-weird!” whimpered Y/n “relax lily pad you’ll feel much better~” said Doma Y/n followed orders and saw white he felt such amazing pleasure just by Domas slender fingers “you look so cute having a orgasm~” said Doma, Y/n felt Domas hand to his chin “your mouth is so cute letting out such beautiful sounds i hope your mouth knows how to suck a cock~” said Doma he loosened up his yukata revealing his huge cock Y/n stared in shock was he suppose to put that all in his mouth?… “don’t worry i’ll be gentle~” said Doma Y/n bend down and opened his mouth he licked the pre cum that tasted salty Y/n licked the tip like a kitten Doma sighed “such a innocent soul im not surprised you don’t know how to suck a cock don’t worry i’ll teach you~” Doma shoved his whole cock inside Y/n’s mouth making him gag and more tears stained his face “there you go~” Y/n sucked onto his cock and felt the vieny cock pulse Doma wasn’t so quiet “Oh just like that lily pad~” groaned Doma he thrusted into Y/n’s throat making the young boy gag “oh i’m cumming~” Doma came inside Y/n’s mouth making him swallow the salty liquid “Good boy~” Doma praised Y/n who was already tired unfortunately for him Doma has infinite stamina

“D-Doma p-please n-no more hahh~” Y/n let out slutty moans feeling Domas huge cock hit his abused prostate “I-i can’t take hng anym-more~” cried Y/n, Doma who was pounding Y/n like a animal in heat smirked “Look at how much you take me in such a obedient and good boy you were made for me~” said Doma “Hng hah~..” Y/n cried feeling so much pleasure “don’t worry lily pad after this i’ll take such good care of you~” said Doma smiling like crazy

“You won’t remember anything~”

#doma demon slayer #tw yandere #kny x reader #male reader #kny shinobu

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kurooandkenmasslut · 1 year

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HIS HEART!

DOUMA X F!READER! X ?

Summery: after being shut out of your abusive parents house in the cold, icy weather, you thought no one could save you or help you now. Oh how you thought wrong.

Warnings: This story contains strong, hurtful language. Such as cursing, names (like slut, bitch, useless), mention of some blood. Spoilers of season 3 and 2. This story had two alternative endings, so if you don't want it to end this way, you can read the other one! Alternative n2 is you get with s1 else so! I might change this up a bit later on, so keep your eyes peeled!! (Change as in adding more detail and dome heavy manga spoilers!) Enjoy!

"Get out you useless slut! Nobody wants you here!" Your father screamed. Your mother was beside him, her brown eyes glaring down at your weak frame. They hit you, beat you, and tied you to your room wall. They even taped your mouth shut to muffle your pained screams. Your father grits his teeth as he untied you and threw you out the door and slammed the door shut.

You had some major injuries. Like a stab in your hip, arm so close to dislocating, legs in cuts and bruises, and ankles burning from the harsh ropes. But you ran and ran. You panted, finding it hard to breathe, legs wobbling. Your mind is hazy and your legs were about to fail you, your eyes started close down, as the air around you seemed suffocating.

But just as you were about to collapse and never rise again, you fell into a muscular chest, almost warm, but then again, cold. Your head slowly twitched up, and your (e/c) got lost in this mysterious rainbow one, lashes long, creamy white hair framing this mysterious person's face.

"P..p-please h-help m..me.." you barely rasped out. You haven't got water in days, and it showed. Long fingers touched your face, long claws lightly scraped your smooth face. "It's okay my dear, just close your eyes." He whispered, his voice sounded welcoming, but it almost sounded evil, and it was like your mind was telling you to run and not close your eyes, but you obeyed his wishes and closed your eyes.

Your ears rang and you heard muffled voices, and you shifted a bit and opened your eyes, blinking repeatedly. After you opened your eyes, the voices stopped, and it slightly alarmed you. This isn't your dirty ceiling, it was more of a... clean one. You propped yourself on your elbows and held your head closing your eyes in pain. ow, you sure got a massive headache. "Ah! It seems like you've woken up!" The voice started you, and you shot your eyes open. There he sat, the mysterious guy. His white, unusual pale face, rainbow eyes, red top, and black drips coming down from it. His hat seemed to have the same pattern. His beige and baggy trousers matched his outfit.

"Wh..where am I?" You mumbled, eyes scanning the room. You looked down at your body, noticing the bandages. 'Looks like I've been treated, maybe this isn't a bad place.. maybe someone from the village took me in? He doesn't look like anyone I know from the village though..' You thought.

"You are in my home! Dont be afraid my dear beauty, I don't bite! Oh, how rude of me! I didn't even introduce myself!" He said, and chucked at his silliness. He got up from his seat and started walking over to you. "My name is Douma/Doma! What's your name, my darling?~" He cooed and ran his index finger along your chin. "(N-Name) (L/N).." you softly whispered.

'Ahh! She's so adorable! Not to mention a fine beauty! Way prettier than the girl I ate yesterday, and prettier than Daki! Hm~ maybe I won't eat her just yet..' Douma/Doma thought and grinned, showing his fangs. "Well then! You are now a part of my cult my dear!" He cheered. "...cult?" You questioned, tilting your head sideways. "Mhm!" He hummed. He didn't want to make you into a demon, but if he had to, he unfortunately would.

TIMESKIP!

It's been a few months now, and you've already warmed up to Douma/Doma. And now, you think you've fallen for him. He consistently treated you well, fed you, made sure you slept well, he made sure you had the best time with him. But the only thing was that he didn't take you out in the daytime, which made you question it, but quickly shut the thought down and just thought that he was busy during the daytime.

But recently, a new woman came in and he had taken an obvious liking to her. Seemingly, according to Douma/Doma, she had previously been in an abusive relationship with her husband while she was pregnant, her name was. Kotoha Hashibira.

And honestly, she was a kind and lovely woman, but you were jealous. You fear that Douma/Doma liked her better than you, and you could see that she had taken a liking to him, and he did too. He's more around her ever since she gave birth to her baby, Inosuke. He looked so adorable, you even got to hold him. "I think he likes you!" Kotoha giggled, her smile was genuine and warm, maybe Douma did deserve her.

You closed the shoji door gently and flopped onto your futon as tears slipped from your eyes. You covered your body in your duvet and hid your face with your hands. After all the times you spent with him, he loves her now. You loved Douma and Kotoha, you did and you tried to suck it up and face reality but it hurts, it hurts seeing your saviour, the one who saved you, the one who took care of you, the one you loved being with another woman.

You sniffed before setting your plan in your head to talk to him about it. You slid the door open and walked down the hallway you'd walked down for the millionth time, only to see Kotoha running with Inosuke in her arms, her facial expression showed that she was genuinely terrified, horrified. After Kotoha ran past, a few seconds later Douma almost flew past. "Lord Douma! I need to speak with you!" You said, but he only snapped his head back at you, his gorgeous, breathtaking eyes, now have some writing in them. Uppermoon Two. Uppermoon two? What does that mean? Your eyes adverted over down to his face, around his mouth. ..human blood? That would explain the pale skin and the fangs.

But he only ran in the same direction Kotoha had run. His head makes a mental note to deal with you later. You widened your eyes. Sure, you had a few thoughts run through your head when you met him. He was pale, he had razor-sharp nails, not the kind of nails humans would, and he had fangs, it was unusual to have multiple colours in your eyes like him, but you never questioned it because, after all, he did save you.

After they both left, you went back into your room, completely speechless. You didn't comprehend what to do. You've heard stories from the town about demons.

Alternative ending n1: if you stayed.

You decided to stay, after all, your heart beats, and pounds when he's near, and your body just couldn't move an inch towards the door to escape. After all, he did 'save' you.

You heard light footsteps coming to your door, the same familiar light steps, he took. The loud knocks rang throughout the room, making you shiver. "My darling~? May I come in~?" He sang, you rasped out a somewhat affirmative and the door slid open revealing Douma himself.

He closed the door and slowly walked over to you. "Hm. I guess it's not a secret anymore huh?~" He cooed. He put his right hand under your chin and put his face closer to yours. "Say.. instead of being a weak human.. why don't you come and join me, my dear.. we can live together forever! I won't let anything happen to you. you can be my forever bride! Maybe even be an upper moon alongside me! Come with me, come with me..." He chanted. You couldn't give in. Youu couldn't.. oh who were you kidding? Of course, you were gonna give in to him, you loved him.

"I... I will come with you, Lord Douma.." you said, which made him laugh in pleasure, grinning widening his eyes, which made him long a little crazy.

He stuck his finger in your neck, pumping his blood in you. After a good portion, he put his finger out. The blood affected you, and it was obvious. The blood made you choke and hold your throat, and you passed out.

You opened your eyes, wincing at the light. But Douma quickly stuck his head in your vision, his smiling face looking down at you. "My oh my! You look more beautiful than before! Akaza is going to be so jealous! Do you know who Akaza is? He's my best friend! Even though he doesn't show it, I know he label's me as his best friend too! But I think he's just so moody because he was an upper moon before me, but I'm still ranked above him!" He ranted, and you tilted your head.

"What's an uppermoon?" You questioned, and he answered you, and you both talked all night. "Say, wanna go out for some dinner, I heard your stomach rumbling!~" He teased, which made you blush and nod.

Eventually, you flew passed all the ranks and were officially upper moon two, alongside Douma, just like he said. Muzan had liked your strength and confidence, so, he let you be upper moon two.

"Ah, it seems like you are here too, akaza-san!" You said, you and akaza were in the infinity fortress, which could only mean one thing, a uppermoon has fallen. "I guess.." akaza said, eyes trailing around the castle. You got startled when you felt something on your back, which made you glance behind you, but shook off the tense feeling when you saw Douma'a gorgeous face.

"Hello, my dear! I wonder what happened." He trailed off and nuzzled his face in your neck, and you saw from the corner of your eye to see akaza fake gagging. You saw a vase in the corner, and you almost forgot who it was when it started shaking. That was when Gyokko, uppermoon five came out, also the one who smelt like fish.

"Oi! Biwa woman! Where are Kokushibo and Lord muzan?" Akaza yelled. "I summoned Kokushibo here first, he has been listening to your conversation. And muzan will come in shortly."

During the meeting, Gyokko had mentioned something about how he knew something but wasn't sure of it, and that had scintillated you and Douma's attention, so after the meeting, you two tried to talk to him.

"Gyokko~ can you pleeaassseee tell me? I promise to treat you after~!" You poked fun at, trying to get him to take the bait. Gyokko blushed before shaking his head. "I'm not telling you (Name!)" He yelled. And that's when Douma picked his head up and asked him, which he denied.

Suddenly, Akaza came up behind Douma and hit him, causing his face to fall apart. But he regenerated in a blink of an eye and grinned. "Oi! Akaza! Hit him again and I swear to god-" "now now now (name!) Play nice! We were just playing! After all, he's just jealous!" He said and laughed, making a vein pop out of his head. "Why you-" He yelled, ready to land a good hard punch on him, but that's when Kokushibo came in.

"Akaza." He said, a place with Kokushibo is always intimidating and always has tension. You've always admired him, for his strength and his seriousness. You admit you get a small shiver down your back, and it seems like Akaza had visibly shaken.

While that was all happening, you saw Gyokko trying to slip away. "Biwa lady! Teleport me to the place with Hantengu!" "OI!" But it was too late, he had evaporated, along with the demon. And it seemed like everyone disappeared too, well, except Douma of course, he would never leave you. The strum of the Biwa had sent you back to your home with Douma, in a specific position, you were sat on his lap, making you blush violently. He brushed his hands on your thighs, trailing down further. "Say.. how about we have some alone time?" He grinned, and you agreed.

Alternative ending n2: if you escaped.

As Kotoha passed by, she managed to catch a glimpse of you and she mouthed, 'Run'. You trusted her, and you misjudged her. And so you ran back to your room before Douma caught sight of you and started packing your important stuff before running out the other door, in the other direction. You thought he was a demon, after all, you saw him feasting on a human, and you saw his eyes, which had 'Uppermoon Two' written in them. You realised that he didn't 'save' you, the only thing he saved you from was himself, he waited for the perfect time to eat you. So, you had no choice but to run, it was a good chance anyways since he'd always had an eye on you.

You ran and ran, and ran, keep running, you chanted, run run run run, and you paused for a break. You panted before looking up. You saw a man, he had white hair, he turned around, his purple eyes widening at your frame. "Oi! You there! What are you doing?!" He yelled. You ran over to him.

"I'm (Name) L/N! I have a long story but please can we go somewhere else!? A demon is going to be looking for me and eat me!" "I'll take care of him for you." "NO DON'T! HE'S AN UPPERMOON TWO!" You screamed. He was shocked. He doesn't know who you are, and you don't know who he is. You don't seem to be in the demon Slayer Corps, so how do you know what a uppermoon is? After he heard uppermoon, uppermoon two to be exact, he knew it would be dangerous, especially since he didn't prepare, and he was injured, plus, it wouldn't calm you down if he waited for the demon to come over.

"Fine, come with me." He grumbled he grabbed your hand and started sprinting. You could see that he was way faster than you since he was dragging you.

"Where are we going?" You asked. "We're going to the Demon slayer corps, but it's too far away, so we'll have to get a place to stay for the night before going again. But tomorrow we'll be there." He said sternly. He seemed to take the job seriously. You took in his appearance. His hair was all messed up, scars roamed everywhere on his body, and there was no blank place on his body where a scar can't be seen, 'he must've been a tough and brave fighter', you thought. His uniform showed his buff chest, making you blush a bit. He had white sleeves, he lifted his hand to itch his face, noticing how they were scars on his arms too. He had a white belt with trousers. But the two things that popped out for you were that he had a unique sword, and you assumed it was for a demon, and the other thing was that.... he had no eyebrows. But you didn't mind.

"Oi! Stop staring at me, it's getting creepy!" He scolded you, and you jumped and blushed. He was handsome, you had to admit. "So... um... what's your name?" You asked, you wanted to be friends with him.. possibly even more.

"Sanemi Shinazugawa." He said, he didn't even ask for yours but you said it anyways. "My name is (Name) L/N! Nice to meet you!" "Yeah I know, you said it already." He grumbled and rolled his eyes. You looked down and realised he was still holding your hand, but his hands felt warm, so you didn't complain.

"So what happened?" He asked after a few minutes of walking in the village. "I'll tell you later." You mumbled, he understood, they're were people everywhere so explaining your life story with people listening wasn't the best idea.

After you two got to the place where you two were staying, you started explaining. He was listening well, and centralized.

After you finished explaining, it was silent for a few seconds before he asked you a few more questions. He told you it's best if you bathe and prepare for the next day, so you did.

"hah?! There's only one bed?!" Sanemi yelled and you blushed. "I can sleep on the floor if you want?" "Okay" He mumbled and you smiled. You walked over to the bed and grabbed the spare pillow and blanket and lay on the floor.

"I didn't mean literally, you idiot." He mumbled, but you were that tired you didn't even hear what he said since you were fast asleep. He grumbled before putting his hands under your knees and back and lifting your body onto the futon. "Tch.. silly woman.." He mumbled to himself and fell asleep.

The sun shone brightly through the window. You yawned and opened your eyes. Another day yet again. You got up and did your usual stuff, like brushing your hair, and your teeth and changing out of your pyjamas. It seemed Sanemi still hasn't woken yet, and the earlier we are, the closer we are to safety.

"Shinazugawa! Wake up!" You said, lightly shaking him. You sighed, he must be a deep sleeper. "SHINAZUGAWA!!" You yelled and he woke up startled. "OI! WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!" "TO WAKE YOU UP FOR FUCKS SAKE??"

(You'd swear that the people next door to you is pissed and reporting you and sanemi to you to the staff.)

After that lazy ass Sanemi, got up and did what was necessary, you two hit the road again. "Hey, what age are you?" "19." (Let's pretend he is in my au 💋) "Wow! I'm 18! Our ages are so close!" You squealed and Sanemi just looked at you dumbfounded.

Finally, after you got to the Demon Slayer Corps, he dragged you over to some man called, 'Kagaya Ubuyashiki's estate.'

"Hello my dear child, welcome back. How was your journey?... It seems another presence is in the room. Who is this person, my child?" He softly questioned. Sanemi explained who you were and your story to you. Kagaya nodded his head in understanding.

"Well then, Welcome to the Demon Slayer Corps, (Name) L/N."

Timeskip!

Two years ago you were promoted as the ' Wisteria Pillar.' You helped Shinobu with her poisons and meditation for patients. You were happy with your job, as a hashira, and as a nurse.

"Oi! (Name)! Wanna go to the town?" Sanemi asked, and you nodded your head eagerly. You've taken a great liking to Sanemi, and you hoped he did too. You hid your sword under your lilac haori and tried not to scare the people in the village not far.

You and Sanemi went from market to market, but one, in particular, caught your gaze. "Hey hey hey 'Nemi! Look at this! This matches your eyes!" You squealed. It was a cute bracelet that had some shades of purple and some charms on it was white.

"'Nemi I'm gonna make you wear this!" "I'm not gonna wear that stupid band around my wrist." He said and rolled his eyes. "Please please please ~ ill get one for me too to match you!" "Tsk... fine.." He grumbled and your giggles and paid for the two bracelets. You slipped it on his wrist and wore yours too. "Ahh!! We're like twins!" "Don't be silly 🙄" "Hey! 😟😔" Then he ruffled your hair, messing it up. "C'mon, slow poke." He teased and you ran at him and clung to him.

"Oi (name) I gotta tell ya somethin." Sanemi called. "Yeah? What is it?" You smiled. You gave him the smile that made him smile. Not a crazy smile he gives demons before slaughtering them, the loving smile.

"I-... fucks sake.. um... I- UGH I LIKE YOU, DUMBASS!!!" He screamed. You wore a shocked face, totally not expecting that. "Well?! DON'T JUST GIVE ME THAT SHOCKED FACE AND ANSWER ME!" He yelled at you, again. You giggled at him. You were happy he wasn't gonna give you some corny thing and went straight to the point. It was Sanemi Shinazugawa after all.

"Oi oi oi oi, why are you laughing you punk-" "I like you too idiot!" You squealed. The tips of his ears were pink before, now his ears were red and so was his face, now he was the one who wore a shocked expression, totally not expecting that. You grabbed his hands and leaned close to his face, making him redder than Giyuu's red side of his haori. Sanemi went back into reality since he put his hand at the back of your head and pushed it, making his and your lips connect. It was like fireworks exploding in your stomach, it felt amazing. When you disconnected from him, your lips tingled. You blushed and kissed him on the cheek.

"Let's go back, yeah?" "Okie!!"

"Oi! Shinazugawa! W-wh.HAH.. where did you get your bracelet?" Tengen teased, trying to tease him through laughs. "YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT YOU FLASHY RETARD?!" Sanemi yelled and Tengen put his hands up in defence. Sanemi turned around and smiled at the memory. You were all his, and he was all yours. Maybe just maybe, if you two make it out alive, he would marry you and love you until the day you two die, and that's a promise in his heart.

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Yandere! Akaza x Fem! Demon slayer! Reader (Ch 2)

@xuans-stuff

(Since you wanted to be tagged in chapter 2! You got tagged!)

TW: Gore, yandere behavior, perverts, blood, swearing and attempt of suicided.

There are no AU's in this fanfiction, unless you want to include Akaza being a Yandere as an AU then go ahead!

In this one there will be mention of making out, but that's all! nothing more then that! Since it is- ... Well- You will figure out when you read it!

I also will not have everything the same as in the anime or manga, I have never read the manga before so don't expect much about the manga- Since I have never ever read it-

And before you know- Donut Kyojuro happens, it will be Kyojuro x Reader. But then Akaza x Reader happens- Just to make things clear on that note- It's kinda like a KNY x reader- But mainly Akaza x reader- Idk- Just like that-

!I ALSO HAVE NO CLUE WHAT RANK TANJIRO, ZENITSU, INOSUKE, KANAO AND GENYA ARE SO I'M JUST GONNA SAY THAT THEY ARE- KINOTOS-!

!AND I AM MAKING THIS ALL UP BC I'M TO LAZY TO WATCH THE WHOLE MOVIE AGAIN SO I AM MIXING UP THE FORMS- NOT ACTUALLY BUT I'M NOT USING THE ONES FROM THE MOVIE!

!AND I'M CHANGING A LOT OF THINGS IN IT SINCE I'M A VERY LAZY PERSON- ... NO JOKE- ... BUT- ... YEAH- YOU WILL FIGURE OUT WHILE READING!

Your eye shot open, looking down at the girl that was pinned down to the ground with your Nichirin blade. You knew you wouldn't have done this on purpose so you thought she was gonna attack you. Or something, then you see a little girl hitting Tanjiro on the head then sees Kyojuro choking this girl like how you had the reflexes... You walked over to Kyojuro, holding the girl by the neck, then looking at the ground to see a weapon, you walked over, lifting your blade up from holding the girl, you bent down, knowing the attack she attempted to succeed in doing which failed since you were the second highest rank in the demon slayer corps, and also trained by one of the first girl Hashiras, Mitsuri Kanroji, and didn't want to put her training to no use, bending over the girl, standing up and pinning her to the ground after avoiding her attack, smiling at her like you didn't do or almost get attacked, in that one chilling tone, you looked at her with a smile no one would have thought would scare someone so much that they would shit themselves. "My my!~ You are a tough one! I'm impressed you are working with a demon!~ Let alone you are a human! I would have never thought I would see the day! But here you are! Underneath my blade, you know? If you were a demon, I could decapitate you right. Now..." "But since you aren't and I'm not allowed to do that since you are a human and we aren't allowed to hurt humans, I shan't... But... If you tell me about the demon, I will let you walk freely, unless you want to end up like..." You move the girls head around forcefully to the girl that was currently getting strangled by Kyojuro, while moving her head you almost make it fall off. "Her..." "But... It's your choice of course!" "So, what shall it be?" You let go of her chin forcefully, not liking that she betrayed humans and is working with a demon... "I- I will tell you! J- just don't hurt me!" "Okay, I won't! But it's weird how you choose a demon over humans!-" "I'm gonna tell you now, okay!?" The girl tears up, feeling the impact of her neck being turned around so forcefully taking action. "Go on then...~ Explain!~" You look at her, not knowing about this side of you, you were thinking about what could have made her want to do this. "The demon is lower moon one! H-he can control dreams, he wants us to collect the spiritual core! He promised us a pleasant dream if we... Destroy them! J- just please don't hurt me!" The girl begs on the ground. "Hmmm... - Hah! I wasn't gonna hurt you at the start anyways! Not like someone called Kyojuro... But!- Have a nice life! Tata!" You turn around, running away, then climbing onto the roof since that would be the most understandable place for the demon to be at.

"Ah~ (Name)-chan; what a lovely surprise!-" "Shut it, I don't care about anything but the fact you bribed them to help you by giving them a 'Pleasant dream' which I would call... Black mailing...~ Huh?" You smile at lower moon one. "Wow! I shouldn't underestimate your skills at figuring out stuff, huh? (Name)-chan! Become a demon, and you will be able to be smarter, stronger-" "No thanks! I'd rather die by a demon then actually become the demon that kills and ruins joy and hope for others, it's just wrong for people to ignore others feelings! I'm sorry but I could never stop or ruin that for others like they did to me!" You look at him with more hatred then you have towards the other demons you killed. "Wow! You are a human that never wants to give up their humanity huh? Impressive! I would never have thought that of you! But... Shall we dance our way to victory?... (Name)-chan?" You get shivers down your spine after he said that, you never felt that way before... It was freaking you out that a low ranking demon made you shiver on the spot, but you quickly got into the position you would usually start a fight in. "... Gladly~" "Then let's start!" You were the first one to make a move, leaping towards him, moving your blade to the right angle, to decapitate him. "Sakura breathing: .... Fourth form: .... Sakura pit: .... (Last name)'s charm!" You moved around him quickly, but not quick enough, making slashes go forward, to his position, but he avoided them with such grace, which almost made you actually want to become a demon if he was that graceful... But you snapped out of it, with rage you almost, let out another attack until Tanjiro came out of the trains carriage. "(Name)-san! I'm so glad you are oka- !!! LOWER MOON ONE?!" Tanjiro looked at the anger- Well, the dead smile on your face, just like Shinobu's, but you smelt more angry, angrier then he ever smelt anyone before! It was impressive how you hide it that much, but there was no time for that, he had to help. "Water breathing: Fourth Form: Striking Tide!" Tanjiro performs a multitude of slashes in a flowing fashion to release multiple consecutive slashes. Unfortunately you and Tanjiro definitely underestimated him. "Tanjiro-kun, do you know if Kyojuro-kun is awake? He could be some help" You look at him, still making random slashes at the demon, not focusing on one thing, but two at the same time. "And what about the others?-" You get cut off by lower moon one, putting you to sleep, thankfully you knew how to wake up, by killing yourself, you did so, even in the bathroom you swore you'd never go in again... "Rengoku-san is still asleep-... And the others too-" Tanjiro looks into the distance, then remembering.. "What was your 'dream' ?" (Name) never replied, which made Tanjiro worry, the fact that she was never the person to ignore anyone worries him a lot, but... It wasn't his fault... It was THEIR fault.. "This really isn't the time Tanjiro-kun!" (Name) took a deep breath and lunged towards Lower Moon One in such speed, he kept trying to make her fall asleep but she kept killing herself, it was painful but she kept getting used to it. "SAKURA BREATHING: SEVENTH FORM: BROKEN PETALS!" (Name) made multi-slashes rise towards the lower moon one, at different sides, successfully cutting his head off, but...- Not like any other demon, he was still alive, not turning into ashes, but... He combined himself with the train, (Name) looked at him in utter fear, not knowing what the hell he was doing. "Ah...~ (Name)-chan~ The world isn't... heh... That easy!~ Not like... Saving and trying to see your beloved but dead family again!~" You'd look at him with so much hatred, you couldn't hide the anger you held, you let it all out, revealing it on your once unchanging face, now ager written all over it, now even an inch was shown with the love and happiness on your face, it was all the anger you could hold without, hopefully, going absolutely crazy, out of your mind actually!

"How dare you talk about my family like that! I will make sure I'm the one that will take your head, and make fun of you!" Tanjiro looked at you in shock, but he wanted to help too, so he took out his sword, dashing towards him. "Water breathing: Sixth Form: Whirlpool!" Tanjiro twists his body, using his blade to perform a fierce whirling motion which generates a whirlpool of air to shred apart anything caught within its current like a giant sharp blade. Its effect and efficiently is enhanced underwater, where Tanjiro can draw water around his weapon to create whirling currents enhance his slashes, sadly, for you, you... Well... It was pretty noticeable in your expression, you showed emotion... But oh boy... It wasn't going to be the only time you did so... "Tanjiro! He must have merged himself with the train! Everything in it including the people, is his body, his source of food is the people in it, we need to find his actual body structure!" You looked at Tanjiro showing no emotion yet again, fighting the anger on your face, keeping calm like you were always told to do by the men. "Smart girl~ About time you figured out!" Enmu looked at you, the worm like neck of his slivering around in the air, up-right. "Tanjiro! Do you think you'd be able to keep attacking the worm thing, I think it might take away some of his strength! And I'll find the actual body!" You said, getting ready to turn around and go looking for it. "Okay, I think I can do that! Please just try and wake the others up though (Name)-san!" Tanjiro looked at you, then starting to attack the worm thingy again, after you run back inside the train, to see a girl fighting the other skinned worm things, but this time, they had no heads, you suspected it was parts of his body, you quickly ran over and started slashing at them, the girl looked at you in pure shock and admiration, she never met you before, but she could just recognize your voice from the way you look, you were the girl that met her friends and Onii-chan, she wanted to help because she could see your arms getting weaker and weaker by every hit, she signaled to you to go and do what you were going to do from the start, you noticed it was the cabin Kyojuro, Inosuke and Zenitsu were supposed to be in, but they weren't, you soon figured out they have woken up too and are probably fighting different parts of the train right now, you nodded and went back to your main goal: Finding the main body. You quickly found Inosuke, but he said he was going to help Tanjiro make it weaker so it would be a little easier for you since he called you 'weak' which you weren't, but you knew that's the way he was, so you carried on your way, until you see Zenitsu, asleep, and fighting another part of Lower moon ones body that was the train, you just knew he would be quick because he was a thunder user, so you just thought he would go all around the train making sure the people didn't get eaten since that was the demons main goal. You kept on going until you bumped into Kyojuro, he was fighting another part, so since he was one of the mature ones, you started to explain, he nodded then let you continue what you were doing at the start, he wished you good luck and hoped you'd find it quickly, encouraging you like: "If you kill him, that means you will become a Hashira since you would have killed a member of the twelve kizuki!" or "It's very brave of you to fight alongside a Hashira, not many people get that chance, but if you find the main body you will become a Hashira and make that chance even stronger then before!" You felt really better by him saying all of that, so you continued on your way, until you heard thunder coming from the other carriages, you supposed it was Zenitsu going around them and helping the girl. Looking back at it now, you were glad you stopped, since you found something that looked very promising, you looked around and then you found something that might be a clue!... Or the actual thing...

"My my!~ (Name)-chan is very fast! Ahh~ What a good thing!~ She must be fast then when I'm inside her~-" "Oh!~ She is close to finding it!" Enmu smiles, while being inside of the train, he tries to capture one of the humans asleep in the train, but he gets stopped by you slicing that worm thing, then creates to much weight on one side, flipping the whole thing over so it fall off the tracks, making the demon useless and weak. You fall over, cover your mouth since it was bleeding, the impact you used and pure willpower, was far to much for you to handle, but just remembering the pain and suffering that came upon you when you lost your family, it would be like that on Mitsuri and Kyojuro... Maybe even the three and the girl... You didn't want that, you went around seeing if the people were okay, the impact made them all wake up, you sadly broke a finger, but that wasn't enough to stop you from doing your job. Once you met up with them all again, you sensed a strong presence come from the forest, you became very stiff from it, Tanjiro smelt it aswell since he was the one that could smell almost everything, then... A... Demon... Came out... You knew he was definitely stronger then the Lower moon one, that's for sure, but... He kept looking at you, like he was reading you... Like a book... You were very uncomfortable... Until, you read his eyes... Kanji written in them... "Upper moon three!..." You look at him in fear as you say what is written in his eyes. You quickly take out your Nichirin blade, holding it in the stronger position, you were taught a lot of positions to be in, like: The flexibility one, or the speedy one, the list could go on and on! "Hah! Darling!~ I don't fight women... You have taken my interest! The fact you didn't hesitate to point your sword at me like that! Very... Well... On going... I'll give you this offer! Become a demon Darling! Fight along side me, or... We shall be on opposite sides... And in the end... You will die to the hands of another demon... I'd hate for that to happen... So, what shall it be?.." You look at him in pure shock, Kyojuro doing the exact same, he wouldn't- ... He couldn't let you become a demon! You were the first one he loved... More then a friend... More then a normal family member... Tanjiro was so confused at why demons would ask a demon slayer to become a demon, but yet again, normal humans are not as strong as demon slayers, since they don't have a weapon or breathing style. Kyojuro quickly stood in front of you, the demon looked at him with anger, the way he had the audacity to block his view of his future wife like that! He could see the faint flushed look on your face, which made him even more angry, but gave him the more point to kill him... "Huh? Who may you be? And why are you blocking the view of my Darling?..." Kyojuro's aura becoming less innocent and becoming more angry, and-... Well... A menacing aura...

!SORRY IF IT WAS SHORT! !AND I HAVEN'T BEEN UPDATING LATELY- I PROMISE I WILL MAKE THE NEXT CHAPTER A LOT LONGER! !BUT TY FOR READING!

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