#douma simp

The snow fell softly around the ruined temple, muffling the sound of footsteps that stopped just outside its crumbling threshold. You stood tall, blade at the ready, heart hammering louder than it should’ve.

You had heard the rumors. Villagers disappearing, a strange “paradise cult” up north, and behind it all, whispers of a powerful demon. Upper Rank Two. And there he was. Sitting cross-legged on a faded cushion like he didn’t have a care in the world, Dōma, Upper Moon Two himself, looked up at you with those rainbow-colored eyes that sparkled like sunlight through ice.

“Oh?” he cooed, tilting his head. “Another visitor? I must be popular tonight.”

Your grip on your sword tightened. “Cut the act. I know what you are.”

He blinked.

Then smiled.

“Guilty as charged! But wow, you’re cute when you're serious. What’s your name, little slayer?”

You blinked. “Excuse me?” He rose smoothly to his feet, twirling one of his fans with theatrical flair. “I like to know the names of pretty girls who try to kill me. It makes things more... personal.”

Your face heated up against your will. You blamed the cold. “Are you... flirting with me?!”

He grinned. “Why, yes! Is it working?” “No?!” “Well, that’s a shame.” He sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “You wound me more deeply than any sword ever could.” You didn’t know whether to swing your blade or just walk away out of sheer confusion.

This was not how demon encounters were supposed to go. He lunged suddenly, and you met his strike with a sharp clang of steel against ice. The fight began — graceful, dangerous, and weirdly conversational. “You're very fast,” he commented mid-swing. “Elegant, too. A little wild, but I like that.”

“This is a fight, not a date!” you snapped, ducking under a fan laced with icy wind.

He gasped, eyes twinkling. “Why not both?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Guilty again.”

You danced through attacks, narrowly dodging deadly shards of frost and retaliating with precision. But despite your best efforts, he didn’t seem like he was trying very hard. more like he was... playing.

Eventually, you both stood at a distance again, panting. well, you were panting. He looked annoyingly calm. “Had enough, cutie?” he asked, tapping his fan against his chin. “Because I certainly have.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Giving up?”

“Not at all. I just think it would be a shame to ruin that lovely face of yours.” He gave you a wink. “And maybe I’m hoping we’ll meet again.”

You hesitated. Just for a moment. And he saw it. that tiny flicker in your eyes. Interest. Curiosity. Annoyance wrapped in reluctant amusement. “You’re lucky I don’t feel like dying tonight,” you muttered, sliding your blade back into its sheath. “Let’s call it even.” He beamed. “Oh, how romantic. A draw between enemies! I’ll treasure the memory.”

You turned to leave before your blush could betray you again. “Don’t follow me.”

“No promises~!”

As you vanished into the snowy forest, heart still racing for reasons you refused to examine too closely, a single thought lingered at the back of your mind: ...Maybe just one more meeting wouldn’t hurt.

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SORRY IM SO LATE U GUYS BUT I PROMISE I WILL ALWAYS COME AROUND TO IT.

this is the request and I hope u liked it for whoever askeddd

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you and your boyfriend douma and just came back from a outing you both planned for months to find how it was going to work out with douma working and going at night. once you both came back from dining at a new restaurant douma found on the way and a few shops, you where completely worn out.

"oh why you look pretty tired ! why don't we take a bath than get settled?~"

you got up and grabbed you both towels and met douma by the tub

《𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓹𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼》

during the whole time your where in there with him he held you 𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎 close to him. even him offering to bathe you himself. being his whiny self, you let him.

once you both got out yall both got on the bed cuddled with douma by your stomach between your legs, petting his hair since he immediately forced you down on the bed because of how "tired" you looked and where, you both where still covered by towels. to break the silence you both held since you got out, douma asked,

"my dear, did you like the places I brought you today?~ we can go back some time soon if you did"

"why ask a silly question? of course I loved all the places. I don't mind anything you do baby" your voice and pet names made him blush and twitch a little

"so you don't mind anything at all~?" douma asked while his hand started wondering all over you douma always said things in a certain way that made you nervous yet excited he lifted himself to your ear whispering

you been touched by him before but he's never asked. it's mostly brought to you silently and slowly. his hand started going between you legs as you didn't answer

"hm? I'm still waiting on a answer~ do you want me in you or no?" he slapped your pussy making you jump and squirm around his hand his bright rainbow eyes stared directly into yours while he was waiting for you to say it, despite him knowing you wanted it.

he kept asking and slapping your pussy until he started taking off his towel and teasing your cunt with small thrust into you. making you wet.

"go on. say it~" he put his hand over you neck making you give in.

please, touch me, stuff yourself in me. please do what ever~" you begged between breaths

"good girl~"

he immediately started thrusting deep and hard into you. d-douma~!" your screams of his name made him thrust harder into you, his thrusts getting fast and making you more up down.

"hmm~" douma began whimpering, throwing his head back.

the sounds that came out his mouth where enough to make you want to slam yourself onto him more. "your pussy is so wet for me. and ALL for me~" douma praised you, his voice a possessive, lustful growl as he hands came down to rub your clit. doumas eyes looked into your face, wanting him more than ever

douma began take off your towel revealing your naked body. doumas hand on you stomach with the other one around your neck. he made his way to your chest licking on your nipples. you couldn't resist but to start caressing his own chest.

"your touch is intoxicating to me~ y'know that right?~"

at that point, you where in a stage where you couldn't talk without letting out whimpers more than words, douma loved it. "but please keep doing that on my chest and I'll cum~" douma panted as his chin sat between your chest.

doumas head moved closer to yours making you both share a deep kiss while taking breaths between. after minutes of nothing but loosing each other in your mouths, douma managed to get you in dog position.

pre cum already leaking form his dick was already getting you going. doumas chest was to your back with his fingers teasing your puffy wet cunt. "the way you touch me and grip my hair makes me more anticipated for everything you do during our times, just like these" douma whimpered into your ear.

just then, doumas hands started to coat itself with your juices. oh, and how he loved the noises you made. he could listen to them non-stop. you and douma soon got into where your back was to his chest while sitting up. doumas finger began fucking between your folds, making you whine and mewl, like a cat in heat.

"your such a wet mess~!" douma laughed. his thrust began to slow down.

"douma~pl-please k-keep doing that~!" You begged him not to stop. wanted him in every way possible. you loved the feeling of him.

so, with that said, douma rolled over, put you on your back, and drapped one of your silky smooth legs on his shoulder.

"you've turned into a naughty doll now, haven't you! you desperately need me to touch you and penetrate you. dick you down. so you want to be fucked like a slut hm?~"

nothing came out of you except you catching your breath with whimpers. douma took that answer and made his way once again to your mouth, but he didn't hold back.

right before you where about to pass out, from all this pleasure, doumas tongue traveled down and went into your dripping pussy.

"douma-" you said softly enough just so he could hear it. douma began sucking hard your clit again, groaning against it. the vibrations were making you flutter even more. you couldn't help but to grip his hair. he felt good to you, he licked and sucked in the right spots making your eyes go back into your head. once douma finished doing what he had to do, making you cum, he simply cuffed your face.

"I love you, my dear. don't forget it now~"

"i love you too douma~" you moaned between breathes, still touching ur clit in ecstasy.

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"ohh.. fuckk.. don't stopp.. ah!~" douma whimpered into the pillow.

He had been so good for you. getting rid of all of your shitty exs. the one he just killed in the sink for you to clean later, but after his reward.

"hold it in, just for a little longer, be a good boy just like before, I promise it'll feel amazing, okay ??" You whispered, holding his hips up to your stomach as his head was in the pillow.

his back arching, his stomach bent towards the bed. douma was a hot, whiney, and needy mess. he continued moaning and whimpering, holding in his release was adding onto the please of you stroking on his leaky dick.

"i.. hng... im.. trying to be... ahng~!... I'll be good!! aaahh.."

you continued going fast on it, making him hold it until you said. he deserved to feel the best he ever has. he's been nothing but your good boy.

he continued moaning and gripping onto the pillow case, sure it could rip any moment. he tried looking back at you, but you had held his head back, making him whimper loud.

your hand kept getting faster and faster, making him get more noise and needy. you loved it.

"(y/n), dear.. !! please.. don't stop.. dont.. aahgn.." His whimpers and begs getting more and more. your pace on his cock only made his release harder and harder to hold back.

"c-can I release now.. aahh~ it feels so good.."

he was begging for it, he couldn't take it, you only went faster and harder, the sound of your hand slapping against his balls and his moans are the only things that could be heard in the room. his grip on the pillow case was atrocious.

his face was flushed red, the feeling of him being stroked, especially by you, was enough to get him to cum on thought*

you spoke to to him softly. "I'll count you when you can release, okay ??"

"okay.. just please.. I want it.. I need it..."

your hand went faster, making him repeatedly moan at every stroke, making him plead.

aaah!~ I'll be... oohhh fuck.. I'll be a good boy ! please.. ooohh...~"

you went faster, speaking to him again.

"I'll count.." you paused for a moment. "one.."

he could only let out heavy breaths and whimpers.

her hand went as fast as she could.

"ahh! aahh.. I'm being good! I'll be good just.. nghh.."

you spoke again. "two..*

he felt himself above to release right there, not sure how far he'd count made him more excited and needy. needy for his release he had held so long.

"three.. now..." you paused, going at a ungodly speed compared to the condition he was in. "release.."

once you said that, a loud, guttral, moan left his loud as his tongue stuck out and his eyes rolled back as he loaded over the sheets.

even after he released, the sensation was still on his cock, making him cream a little, the sounds filling the room as she moved her hands away.

douma looked back at her. "did I do good.. ??" he spoke softly and breathless. face still flushed.

you smiled at him back. "You did amazing, such a good boy for holding it in so well. how do you feel now ?? do you feel lighter ??"

she turned him over today him on his back, smiling and getting the strands of hair off his face. douma smiled back at her as he caught his breath.

"yea.. I feel alot more loose, that felt so amazing, dear.."

you answered him back. "I'm glad, you deserved it, you're so good.. it's only right.."

At the end of the night, you both ended up cuddled up on a sheet less bed as it was washing. doumas head in-between your chest as you pet his hair, both of you sleeping peaceful, not moving once.

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𓂃𓂃𓂃 𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟 𓂃𓂃

as douma heard you enter his room as he was bathing in himself in sake he called over to you waving over from a long distance away.

"Y/N !! OH Y/N WHY NOT COME JOIN ME DEAR~?"

you turned your head over looking at him not saying anything but standing flustered questioning if you should.

"OH PLEASE~??" he begged.

"LET ME GET MY THINGS AND ILL BE RIGHT THERE. ILL BE RIGHT BACK!" You screamed back.

douma turned back and already had everything you needed in his hand holding it so you saw it.

you quickly brought yourself over to him and hopped into the sake with him. you realized it wasn't regular water until after you were already in.

before you knew it douma grabbed your waist from behind and held your chin up.

his face was planted into your neck with his nose against you.

"dou-" you were cut off by him shushing you.

"shh~ there's no need to talk my dearest" he muttered

doumas teeth dug into your neck leaving a small flesh wound. you put your head over doumas shoulders and tussle your hand over to his hair.

the warmth of his tongue into your body was intoxicating.

his hands started wondering all over your body. head to your legs.

doumas tongue made way to your lips and shared a passionate kiss with each other.

you turned your body over, putting your chest to his. his arm held you up under your backside.

there weren't any needs for words. you and him were enough just to be there with one another. your arms wrapped over his shoulders. you and doumas eyes closing embracing your bare states.

once you both got out you both let loose on the bed leaving trails of spit between each other . all night was non-stop wanting more and more of you both.

absolutely devouring each other ever so harshly.

on your knees over his lap with your hands in his platinum hair. douma holding your hips with one hand, the other on your neck.

locking eyes as your tongues gave onto each other.

the night ended with you both hugging on each other. douma kissing your forehead before wondering to sleep himself.

𓂃𓂃𓂃 𓆞𓆝𓆟𓂃 𝓕𝓲𝓷𓂃 𓆞𓆝𓆟 𓂃𓂃

a/n: a literal robot hurt my feelings and got mad and cried last night and i woke up and wrote this to cope.

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