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Age boundaries
13-17 (Sfw stuff) - No adult content.
18+ (Extreme/mild stuff) - Below 👇
Will do: Gore/horror (not romanticized), NSFW, comfort, LGBTQ+, one sided, mild yandere, age up (depends), head canons, OC x canon, self inserts x characters, canon x canon, my OCs, OCs, animal reader/characters (not romanticized)
Will NOT do: Vore, necrophilia, bestiality (includes furry NSFW), underage smut, non-con, demi-con, extreme yandere, somnophilia, darkships, proships, pervert character ships (Mineta and such), omegaverse, "knot" and "heat" or whatever it's called, hard drugs use, kid reader.
Fandoms:
Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia, Team Fortress 2, Hunter X Hunter, Undertale, No I'm Not a Human, Sally Face, The Amazing Digital Circus, ENA Barbecue Dream, Mouthwashing, Gravity Falls, Marvel Zombies, DC, Sonic X.
I may not know all the characters!
Also I will be posting my OCs! So if you wanna ship them with characters go ahead! There are some with kind of canon ships, but mostly one-sided-
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Would you guys like a TF2 fantasy AU? I already have some ideas (inspired by another fic and a few art pieces) vote in the comments! Maybe I'll make an art acc? Put your own suggestions of course!! These are just what I thought would match the mercs :)
Scout - Satyr or Human? (Maybe a centaur)
Soldier - Bigfoot or Human?
Pyro - Dragon born or phoenix?
Heavy - Minotaur or selkie? (Maybe a yeti)
Demoman - Cyclops or dwarf? (Maybe a knight)
Engineer - Dwarf or Human?
Medic - Vampire or Harpy? (Maybe just a human)
Sniper - Elf or hunter (human)?
Spy - Changeling or cecaelia?
Bonuses!
Miss Pauling - Human or Mermaid?
Administrator - Siren or Vampire?
Saxton Hale - Yeti or Bigfoot?
I love feedback!! You can also request specific headcanons and designs I have for this AU! I already have a good idea of what I wanna do!!
❅ ── edging is one of his many cruelties, and he’s exquisitely sadistic about it. he’ll watch you squirm, listen to your begging, and only allow release when your voice cracks into sobs. not that he’s merciful, but because he finds your swollen eyes and runny nose unbecoming.
❅ ── control disguised as generosity. he’ll make you ride him, but only so he can sit back and watch how pathetic you look scrambling for your own pleasure, while he corrects your pace with a lazy hand on your hip.
❅ ── takes particular delight in humiliating post-climax rituals: watching his spend leak out of you, ordering you to push it back inside with trembling fingers while he scolds you about how wasteful and ungrateful you are. his tone is closer to a lecture than dirty talk, but the cold authority in it makes your pussy clench all the same.
❅ ── aftercare is selective at best. he might smooth your hair back or examine the marks he left with the detached eye of a critic, as though checking a painting for flaws. if he’s feeling magnanimous, he’ll even hold you for a while, though his embrace is stiff, his skin unnaturally cold. affection offered as a favour, not a given.
黒死牟 KOKUSHIBŌ
❅ ── isn’t vocal in the conventional sense, but he mutters in a low rasp when he’s close, words half-intelligible, praising and damning you in the same breath. his dirty talk is sparse, they take the form of orders (“spread your legs wider. hold still.”) that leave no room for refusal.
❅ ── values control above all else. if you try to assert power over him, he will correct you with severity.
❅ ── cannot resist marking you. loves sinking his teeth into your shoulder or throat, leaving half-moon dents and dark bruises that blossom under his mouth, but he stops short of blood.
❅ ── often corrects your posture during sex, and you do it because his displeasure is rarer than praise and therefore terrifyingly precious.
❅ ── has a fixation with filling you. presses in deep, keeps you spread open until his spend is dripping out, and still thrusts shallowly to push it back inside.
❅ ── slow thrusting that turns into violence only when provoked. he can be methodical for hours, then ramp up suddenly with a directive so small you almost miss it and find yourself sobbing with the force of it.
❅ ── soft moments are almost always conditional. a whisper of praise, a chaste kiss to your temple, they are rewards and you will crave them because they are so seldom given.
童磨 DŌMA
❅ ── doesn’t really feel desire the way most do, but he recognises a shallow level of lust like one recognises hunger: a gnawing, bodily itch. so he follows it with zeal, as though fucking you is simply another form of consumption. and dōma is enthusiastic to the point of unnerving, praising you between mocking giggles, all while splitting you open on his cock as if he’s sharing an inside joke with himself.
❅ ── foreplay is essentially provocation. doma delights in pissing you off. his usual antics include nuzzling along your jaw without actually kissing you, circling your clit with a frozen fingertip until you’re thrashing.
❅ ── verbal degradation is his lingua franca. “such a greedy little thing, can’t believe you’d sink so low for me” paired with a smile so saccharine it almost sounds like a compliment. the jolly cadence creates a dissonance, because he never drops the cheerful act.
❅ ── has an air of cheer even while being cruel. especially then. no matter if you’re begging or crying or even cursing at him—he only laughs, clapping his hands as though you’ve told a particularly good joke.
❅ ── finds your tears hilarious and hot, usually licks them right off your cheeks while laughing.
❅ ── overstimulation. keeps you in his lap, while he tsks about how sensitive you are, how silly it is that you’re trying to wriggle away when your cunt clearly doesn’t want to let go. if you cry, he cups your face sweetly and coos, “adorable! i knew you’d look prettier like this.” (he genuinely thinks he’s complimenting you)
❅ ── doesn’t understand aftercare in any genuine sense. wiping you down, holding you close, murmuring soft reassurances etc. those are things he mimics because he’s seen people do them, like an actor reciting lines from a play. the gestures are hollow, but his smile is so bright enough you believe he means it.
❅ ── cums inside you every single time because… well. why wouldn’t he?
猗窩座 AKAZA
❅ ── soft dominance is his default. doesn’t degrade you, won’t even tolerate you degrading yourself in a non-sexual context (he gets viscerally upset) . instead he builds you up with firm praise.
❅ ── refuses to finish before you. it’s a code of conduct, carved into him as deeply as his martial discipline. whether it’s his tongue flattening against your clit, his fingers curling inside you, or his cock stretching you out, your orgasm is the opening act, and his the encore.
❅ ── loves testing your limits, but not without consent. he’ll push you harder, but the moment you use your safeword, he halts as though your word is law. nothing makes him prouder than coaxing another orgasm out of you while you’re trembling: “just one more, you’ve got this. i know you can.” this is essentially a form of devotion, his belief that you are stronger than you think.
❅ ── his refractory period is basically nonexistent a.k.a he gets hard again real fast, but rarely pushes for more unless you initiate. when you do, he smiles almost sheepishly, like you’ve just given him another reason to be grateful for your existence.
❅ ── aftercare with akaza is meticulous to the point of ritualistic? he wipes you down with care, kneads the strain from your muscles until the ache fades. his body runs hot, and he uses it like a blanket, wrapping you against his chest, one broad hand stroking your back in steady passes until your breathing evens. always keeps watch while you sleep.
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I fucking hate all the fanfiction with him, it's all rape, SA, and making him super fucking angry, jealous, yandere, no he wouldn't disobey Muzan for you.
Warnings/TW: NSFW, teasing, praise, dom reader, short, feet(?), etc...
GN intersex reader
Note: I'm familiar with intersex anatomy, the reader has True Hermaphroditism (DSD), a rare intersex condition where an individual has both ovarian and testicular tissue, often with ambiguous genitalia. So basically both a penis and clitoris. (No visual testes)
I'm not trying to fetishize intersex people!
Douma was already between your legs, thrusting his tongue into your cunt, your dick falling over his nose, shit eating grin right on his face.
"My, you're so warm! Just for me? I feel so grateful..." Douma finally mustered out, unable to hold back his own smirk from growing wider.
"Will you shut up?" You start, only for his hand to land around your thigh, pulling away from his face, a fake frown and landing on his lips.
"Y/n..." His mutters, you only groan. Douma's lips snap back into a smile instantly, "I'll take that as a yes!" Douma licks up your thigh, kissing your ankle, before kissing your feet, "You're just so cute... I could eat you right up!"
You know he probably isn't even joking, you're vulnerable to his gluttony, but on the other note – you're the only person who knows he's a demon and yet, still agrees to have sex with him.
Douma licks right up your leg once again, giving you head, he snickers, you were small, 3 to 4 inches on you, Douma looks up at you, grinning before pulling away.
"You're so interesting! How did you end up like this..? Did you sew it on?" Douma jokes, but it's a little annoying
"No, I was born with it. The doctor just... Didn't cut it off."
(Awkward silence)
Douma's giggles break the silence, "Cut what off? You're so tiny!" You scowl as he continues to lick your small member like it's a sucker. You sigh, slightly annoyed as you lay back into the comfy futon.
(End)
Thanks for reading, I'm working on myself so I may post less, love y'all and have a good rest of your week!
Kinda short ngl- Shinobu & Giyu may be a little OOC- I don't really write about them as much.
!MINORS DNI!
TW: Hate sex, hair pulling, rough sex, high sex drives, bandage, degrading, spanking, quickie, etc..
Characters: Shinobu, Sanemi, Obanai, Giyu
Hashira × Rude AMAB Reader (Trainee Reader!)
Shinobu Kocho
Shinobu always disliked you, you were many things, rude, disrespectful, and you didn't even thank her for her treatment – let alone Aoi or the Trio (Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho). In her mind, you didn't deserve your position.
It's a blur how she ended up in your room, riding you while insulting you. You were dazed, her wet thighs hitting your thighs as she moved, she grunted,
"You shouldn't even be a demon slayer... You're so rude! Ah- you should thank me, do you even have friends, L/N-san?" She teases.
You can only groan, she's just teasing, you have friends! The trainees, Kamado and his friends too! Shinobu moans,
"But I do suppose you have a nice cock! It's fitting me nicely!"
You nod, moaning – you could feel her insides squeezing you... Is she about to cum? You were so focused on her words – wait... You're about to cum! You leg twitches. She shudders as you release inside her, moaning.
"Did I say you could do that..?" She threatens.
You're in for a long recovery.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
Saying he hated was an understatement you weren't even angry, you were a snarky fuck. He didn't see passion in your eyes, just ego. You weren't even nice to Ubuyashiki!
Sanemi had you on his estate floor, thrusting into you, screaming and yelling about how pathetic you were, and how you should leave the corps.
"YOU LIKE THAT, YOU EGOTISTICAL FUCK?! SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT! BASTARD!" To say he was disrespectful was also an understatement
You grunt, "Well maybe if you weren't an asshole maybe I'd be gracious!" That only resulted in a spank, hard against your ass, which was already being fucked senseless.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He slapped your ass again.
You groan, that HURT. Your ass hurts, your legs hurt, your back hurts... But it felt good.
"Why don't you shut your mouth? Do you actually like this?"
You stay quiet, he only moves faster, grunting, yes, you did like his fat cock inside you.
Obanai Iguro
Iguro's opinion was obvious, he was more... Vocal about it, second to Sanemi. When he heard you were joining training next? Oh boy.
Iguro went straight to the room you were staying in, pinning you to your bed. "Y/n... You think I'd allow your disrespect to go unpunished? Don't speak, it'll only make it worse."
You shift, looking up at the man pinning your shoulders down. Obanai is already yanking your clothes off.
Iguro thrusts into you, quickly and roughly, his body shifting over yours, as he pins your face to the pillow, his hands tangling in your h/c hair.
"Your existence is a liability to the corps. Consider this a punishment for your incompetence." You can only nod as he bruises your hole.
Giyu Tomioka
He didn't exactly hate you... He just couldn't be around you easily. You're insufferable. You don't exactly... Talk to him. But still.
God, it was a blur how you got here. You were going to his estate to deliver a message for him, next thing you know, you're bent over his counter.
Tomioka grunted softly, "I apologize for this, I'm not sure what's come over me..." He says gently, as he thrusts into you, skin slapping together.
Giyu's hand reaches up and grips your hair, pulling you closer against his cock.
(End)
Sorry this is so short, I'm hoping to post more, but this is a little rushed, thank you for reading.
Hello, darling(i call everyone and thing that, can I call us that?)
I dont know if you take requests, but i have one if you want or like.
Im a big fan of obanai(totally doesn't have a shrine of him). I was gonna ask if you do fem reader(if u dont do g/n or male reader please).
But anyways, I wanna ask if you can make dom!reader x sub!obanai.
Ignore if your too busy or dont want to, id hate to add to your workload. But if you do decide to do it. Please prioritize that you EAT good, SLEEP tight and DRINK lots
Obanai x Fem Reader
I GOT YOU!!! I love requests and I'm perfectly okay with nicknames thanks for asking! I love doing requests and talking with people ❤️ Also I love Obanai too :)
!MINORS DNI!
TW: NSFW, vanilla sex, blowjob
Sorry if it's a little OOC- I'm not too good at characterization yet! I'm relatively new to writing.
If you request more please look at my pinned post all you want! It sets my boundaries, and when I'm available!
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You run through the woods, the Sun is setting over the horizon, you can see it through the trees – you just want to get to Iguro's estate before night, as you don't want to attract demons, despite the wisteria incense, there's always a chance.
As you enter through the arch of the yard, you can hear trainees in a field, you quickly enter before they even look up at you – as you enter, the smell of cedar and wisteria enter your nose, it's an interesting mix. Clean, like Obanai likes it.
Obanai meets you at the entrance of the main room, as you meet eyes he quickly gets up from the mat, standing in front of you. "L/N. It's been a while." You nod, "It has, I'm glad we could meet up again! What did you need from me, Iguro?"
Iguro's eyes dart at your lips and then back at you, "I need to speak to you." He states blankly, gesturing for you to join him on the mats, he walks with you. You both sit, facing each other.
"We need to talk about... Our relationship. I've been having dreams that I should have, or let alone fantasize about." You pause, fantasize? "What do you mean, Iguro-san?"
Iguro eyes your lips once more, "I've... Had inappropriate feelings about you. It's unprofessional for a Hashira to think of you like that." You blink, inappropriate?
"What are you talking about? You're being unclear." Iguro sighs, "I'm talking about... Feelings. Do you feel the same?" His words sounded strained, awkward. A confession. From Iguro?
"Iguro... You mean it?" Iguro looks away, feeling awkward. "I- Yes! I do! Iguro-san,look at me." Iguro eyes you, feeling awkward but heard, you genuinely cared for him, of course.
For a long time, there was... Tension neither of you could explain. It was... Romantic and something else. You take his hands, holding them close to your chest, "Iguro, please say this is true." Iguro looks up at you, nodding.
You eye his face, which was masked, before hugging him, you couldn't kiss – but still. Iguro tensed at first before easing into the hug slowly, "L/N... Thank you. For not making me look like an idiot." You nod, burying your head in his shoulder.
You slowly move your hand up his neck, pulling his hair up – you kiss up his neck, a shiver goes down his spine. Your lips trail down his body as you pull his haori and uniform off, "Iguro, may I?" Iguro nods, slowly. You pull his top off, eyeing his body up and down.
Iguro groans as your hand tails on his thigh, you kissing his neck, "Iguro... Your pants?" Iguro nodded, taking them off for you, "Of course..." You look down at his fundoshi, he's hard under it... You slowly pull it off.
His cock springs free, it's... Below average, to say the least – but to you, it's perfect. You gently rub his thighs as you suck him off, his legs shivering against your head every time your tongue rubs against his base.
"L/N... Slow down..." You do so, looking up at him with deep appreciation. He suddenly grabs your hair, holding your head in places as his cums in your mouth. The texture is watery and salty.
You gag as it shoots down your throat, drinking it up from his slit. You gently lick the residue and pull away. You look up at him as he slowly doses off.
"Thank you... L/N..."
(End)
Sorry if this is short! I'm currently renovating my room – which is going to take a while! As well as working on my mental health, I'm probably going to start making comfort fics for now- hope you like this!
Thinking of guys who hate fuck you. Ones that bark insults at you while their heads are between your legs, while their dicks are deep in you, full animal between your legs till you can't talk.
Idk I think punishment sex is really hot – like yes, fuck me while you're saying how useless I am!!! I NEED you to hate me. Get off to me arguing with you! Fuck into my clothes with pent up frustration like it's my hole – any of them.
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Note: THEY'RE BOTH CONSENSUAL ADULTS, KIYOSHI IS 20!!!
(This is unfinished, it's just a snippet for now, as I don't have anything to post!)
Obanai laid in bed, letting Kaburamaru slither off to the side, he'd been thinking. Thinking about his Tsuguko, Kiyoshi Ubuyashiki.
Kiyoshi had been his Tsuguko for a year now, they were close. Very close.
Their relationship was definitely... Not professional. Kiyoshi took care of his laundry, dishes, dinner – almost comparable to a housewife. Obanai didn't trust women too much, so he was grateful for someone who could care for him and his home without being scared of their gender.
Kiyoshi had dinner with Tanjiro, Mitsuri, and Rengoku before a mission – then he sent Obanai a letter about the experience. Tanjiro Kamado. The name sent fire up Obanai's spine, not just out of jealousy, but also hatred for the kid in general.
Waited for Kiyoshi to come back from the mission. Kiyoshi had come back unscathed. He went back to cleaning like nothing happened, Obanai was looming around – Kiyoshi noticed but didn't comment on it. He just thought it was Obanai being protective as always.
Obanai stalked up behind Kiyoshi while he was doing the dishes while humming to himself quietly. Kiyoshi pauses, looking over at Iguro. "Master? What are you doing out of bed? It's late..."
Obanai's brow furrowed, almost pouty – Kiyoshi just stared down at him, they had a noticeable height difference, about 5 inches. Obanai frowned behind his bandages, grabbing Kiyoshi's arm to stop him from the chore.
"Kiyoshi. What did you do before your mission?" Kiyoshi raises an eyebrow, "Did you not get my letter?" Obanai's expression darkened, "Yes. I did." "Then there shouldn't be a problem, no?"
Obanai pulled him away from the counter, standing on his toes to look imitating (it wasn't working) "You know exactly what the problem is... Or are you too egotistical to admit it?" Kiyoshi though for a moment. Was it his mission? His training?
"Is... Is there a problem with my maintenance?" Obanai wanted to scream right then. Maintenance? Maintenance? Who cares about that when he's going out with Kamado. "No. You were with someone." Kiyoshi paused.
"You mean Kamado? Yes, I was..." Kiyoshi frowned, "Why?" Obanai groaned, yanking Kiyoshi to his level and kissing him, mask still on. Kiyoshi froze before helping his mask off to join lips.
As they make out, Iguro puts Kiyoshi on the counter grinding his hips against him, groaning into his lips about "punishment" and "worrying." Kiyoshi can only groan in pleasure as Obanai unzips his pants.
"Master... Shouldn't we stay professional..?" Obanai only shook his head, Kiyoshi didn't care about his scars, just the love. Obanai leaned in for another, Kiyoshi allowed it.
Obanai's hand wrapped in Kiyoshi's pearly white hair, his fingers pulling his scalp gently, before pulling away and looking into his eyes.
"Ubuyashiki... You must not tell the master about this. He wouldn't find this professional." Kiyoshi pauses for a moment, "Master... He's my uncle... He wouldn't... Mind."
Iguro nods, looking away. He's embarrassed. Kiyoshi can't help but wonder... Of what? Him? Kiyoshi frowns, "Iguro, please. Look at me?" Iguro sighs.
"Kiyoshi, you know that's not- what I mean..." Kiyoshi nods, he can't help but feel self conscious, "Of course." Kiyoshi kisses him again, pulling him up to meet his lips.
(END)
Thank you for reading! I know it's short, but I will be posting a little less, as I'm focusing on my TikTok and my life, I'll try to keep up but I really want some comments on more of my fics, and I want more requests! Thank you, and have a good day!
I HATE when people make Douma "feel emotions," it's just because people don't know how to write apathetic/emotionless characters.
! Minors DNI !
Douma x Male Reader
TW: NSFW, blowjob, handjob, foreplay(?), over stimulation, public sex, ppl watching, anal + oral, riding, blood, yelling, raw sex, humiliation (?), a little internalized homophobia(?)
(NO KIDS WATCH DW, JUST THE FOLLOWERS)
Summary: User goes to pray to his Lord, only to make out with him for his sins?! Is this okay?
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Douma had just sat down after the meeting with Muzan, after learning Gyutaro and Daki were dead – he knew it was slightly his fault for recruiting them in the first place.
Just before he gets lost in thought, a follower enters,"Lord Douma! Your subordinate is here!" Douma looked over with a fake smile, "Oh! Let me just put this on..."
Douma reaches over and grabs his hat, putting it on before turning to his follower, "Ready when you are! Please send him in~" The follower moves down the hall to collect you.
As you enter you see Douma smiling up at you, it makes your heart race – you've been in the temple for a few years now – But you had to vent for your sins.
You walk over quickly, sitting before his cushion. You bow before him, embarrassed to admit it. You sit back up slowly, "Lord Douma-" he cuts you off.
"How long have you been here again?" He remarks, you pause – why's that important? You know you have to answer, "I've been here for about-" you're interrupted again, "Ahh, ahh, ahh~ not about! Exactly how long?"
You have to think for a while, exactly how long? "Almost seven years, Lord Douma." Douma's smile only widens, "And are you happy?" You think about it, you've gotten better since you've been there, "Of course! Why wouldn't I be?
Douma leans in, pulling your chin up, "May I?" You blink, may he..? "May you what, my Lord?" Douma pulls you up higher, so you're forced to kneel. "May I kiss you?~" You pause, "What?"
Douma sighs, lifting your head higher, "May. I. Kiss. You?" You think about it, looking at his lips, then his eyes, "Okay-" his mouth smashes against yours, pulling you in.
He pats your cheek, signaling for you to open your mouth, you do – and he instantly shoves his tongue past your lisps, causing you to groan.
Your eyes widen, is he really doing this? It's so inappropriate! Douma pulls away, saliva connecting your lips – with that stupid fucking grin, "You taste amazing!"
Your mouth is still slightly open in shock when he kisses you again, pulling you onto the purple cushion with him, holding you so you hover over him.
Douma grabs your hips, pulling you up and down in a grinding motion against his own hips. You moan into his mouth, should you really be enjoying this? It's gross, right?
Douma pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist, you can feel his pulse, his muscles, his- wait, what's poking you?
You feel Douma slow his movements and pull away from the kiss, looking up at you – as if expecting something... You stare back, looking at the door, then back at him.
Douma frowns, "Are you trying to run?~ but your lips were amazing," Douma manipulates – his shit eating grin forming back into place.
You feel his hips rut against yours, then he speaks, his voice wavering, "But M/N~ you're so soft... Think about all the fun we could have...
His words make you shiver, what is he talking about? Like your lips? It makes you sick, you want it deeply – but it's overwhelming, embarrassing, even.
Douma continues to stare at you, then he whispers, "Are you enjoying this..?" You flinch, YES. You are! But it feels... Wrong? Like it's unfinished.
You're hard. He's hard. There's an awkward silence before Douma lights up, "Oh! Stimulation! Let me take these off for you!" He grabs your belt, basically ripping it off.
You jolt, "My Lord! This is inappropriate!" Douma pauses, looking up at you – what did you just say to him? Inappropriate? He's a messenger of God to you! How could he be inappropriate to a human? This is a blessing.
"Huh? What did you say?" Douma felt a sense of confusion. "You know! Like... Men?" Douma laughed out loud at your correction, why would he care if you were both men?
Douma grinned, "Well! There's nothing wrong about that – it's just sex!" Wait a minute, SEX?! What is he on about? "Sex? We- huh?!" "Is that not what you want?" His hand up reaches to your crotch, clutching your clothed, but painfully hard member.
"Ow! Don't squeeze!" Douma's eyes widen, "Humans are so fragile!" You pause, humans? He's a human too! But sure, he is above you – but that's just narcissism at this point!
You blush, embarrassed that you're on your superior. Douma smiles at you, "Well, at least I know you're sensitive!" You can't even meet his gaze.
Douma pulls your cock out, "Woah! You're pretty small – compared to me..." You pause, looking down at your cock, you're about average – maybe six or seven inches?
He reaches down, fondling your balls, "So are these! I could swallow it all down!" You groan, humiliated. Douma looks up at you, "is that not what you want to hear?" You shake your head.
Douma yanks your pants completely off, flipping your positions, "I'll take care of you, okay? Tell me if you need me to stop~" He basically shoves your cock into his mouth.
You feel his teeth – is this his first time or something? It fucking HURTS. You wince, your leg twitching against his head – Douma pauses, looking up at you, he thinks he's doing so good... Cute.
"Lord Douma- ah! Watch your teeth!" Douma pauses, looking up at you, then looking at your stomach, pulling away, "Why? Your blood tastes so good!" What. The. FUCK?!
You almost kick his head for that, but... You're blood?! You pull away, "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" "Huh..? Why are you yelling?" "MY BLOOD?!"
Douma smiles, "Well, yes! It's so sweet.." You just stare, at a loss for words. "Are you okay, M/N?" You can only sigh. Douma whines, "Fine~ I'll stop..."
He dives back in, no teeth. You groan, it actually feels decent... But you want more, you grab his sliver locks – you didn't even realize how close you were.
Douma grins as you shudder and moan, he sucks you like a straw, before it all even comes out. "You're so yummy, M/N! We should do this more often..." "What..? That's it?"
He pauses, "Do you want it to be? Prayer is starting soon! Do you want everyone to watch?" You think about it, no... But you're not done... You sigh, nodding. "Wonderful!"
Douma lifts you up into his lap, jerking you off, "I'll get you hard, don't worry!" You nod, feeling a little overstimulated, your leg twitches against his.
Even as followers file in, Douma doesn't stop his hand movements, most look away, starting to pray without mind, others watch silently.
Douma doesn't seem to care. Shameless prick. Douma continues his rant about the holy figure as you fuck his hand, smiling innocently. You look away, embarrassed.
Douma continues his rant, talking calmly about sins and freedom, you feel like you're about to cum, as you tremble he only slows down, causing you to moan.
Douma pauses, looking down at you, "We have to get through prayer! Just a little longer, okay?" You can only nod, panting at the refusal of release.
Douma lets them pray in silence – except for your panting and moaning, of course. Douma moves his hips under you, his free hand going over your mouth. "Shh... You're being disrespectful!"
You glare at him, he just smiles, you know prayer lasts for about an hour, but today was already being cut short because of Douma's "errands," so you probably had about 10 minutes.
People file out quickly as Douma dismisses them, "Thank you all! Thank you!" Douma cheers, as if he just sang for them. You're leg twitches as you cum, with a shudder.
Douma looks down at you, shaking his head, "You weren't supposed to do that! Naughty boy..." Douma lets go, your cum still on his fingers.
He licks it off his palm and the back of his hand, wiping his spit off on your face, then shoving his fingers into your mouth.
You suck his fingers gently, watching as he pulls out his own cock, which is also bigger than yours... You shudder, nervous. Is that going into you?
Certainly not! You hope. Douma lifts you up, over his cock, fucking your thighs, his slick and precum making the area moist. He moves you so you're hovering over his lap.
Douma speaks up, "Have you done this before?" You think before nodding. Yes, you have had sex, but you're only ever topped, not entered.
Douma grins, "So I'm your first! Wonderful! I'll prepare you nicely..." Douma dips his hand into a jar off to the side, probably a lotion or oil Douma reaches down, fingering your ass gently.
He adds one finger, which doesn't feel... Bad. Then another, scissoring his fingers inside you, then another. He thrusts them in and out before pulling them out, "Okay! Are you ready?"
You nod as he shoves you down into your cock, moving instantly, "You feel amazing! Do you like my cock? Is it nicely shaped?"
You nod as he moves faster, moaning and groaning as he continues, he only moves faster, and faster... Your shudder as you cum on his thighs.
He lifts your chin, turning your head around to face him, "My turn!" He cums inside you, smiling as his body only shivers. You can help but gasp, leaning forward and away from him.
"Oh my! I should've warned you earlier! Well, till next time!" Douma doesn't even help you up, you just stay slouched over, facing away from him.
You slowly get up, moving to grab your pants, Douma grabs your hand, "Oh! You need to clean up first!" He grabs a towel, wiping you off. "There~ all clean!" Douma licks that towel.
You nod, just getting your pants on faster and limping out, Douma calls out behind you, "Bye, M/N! We'll do it again later!"
You can feel everyone staring, you can only move so fast. You get to your room, passing out on your bed... "Till next time" echoes in your mind as you fall into slumber.
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Woah, I went off there for a moment- sorry it's so long, but I really like writing, if you couldn't tell! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!
