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'𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓' By Yanyujii
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 UNDER THE MOONLIGHT
IT WAS LATE IN THE NIGHT
When Douma had returned from his trip to the bustling city together with Akaza. He stepped into his large home, closing his fan by slapping it against his palm, causing a loud smack to echo through the quiet and empty halls of his home.
His watchful eyes roamed to the empty walls as he continued down the hall. At the end of it was the room where he had you kept, locked away in isolation with him being your only company.
He remained quiet when he reached your room entrance, standing still for just a few seconds before sliding the doors open.
He peeked around the small room and spotted you laying on the floor instead of on the duvet he left there for you.
Once he had stepped inside, the small creak of the floorboards had woken you. Just like a feral cat, you lifted your body from the ground and charged towards Douma at speeds even he couldn't anticipate.
"You MONSTER!" You snarled, pressing your forearm against his throat and pinning him on the ground with a knife in hand.
Douma's eyes grew wide at your oily and disheveled hair strands that brushed against his tender skin and your eyes that were filled with so much anger, sadness and pure rage.
"HOW MANY MORE WOMEN HAD TO DIE BY YOUR HAND TODAY?! HOW COULD YOU! YOU HORRIBLE, VILE-"
You continued to throw wicked words toward him like daggers as Douma simply lay there.
Your throat itched with every word you spat but was soon replaced by quiet whimpers. "Goddamn you..." you sobbed, your grip weakening as a few tears had dropped down to Douma's cheeks.
His rainbow colored eyes observed the way your tears had fallen onto his face. The subtle cold feeling of it running down his skin left him speechless. Or more like, he couldn't care for any words to say other than watch your vulnerable state.
He could kill you at this very moment.
To end your torment and his. Both each different in peculiar ways. Yours confused of your feelings toward Douma, a killer of your beloved sibling and many other helpless women, a demon who toyed with you, who had hurt you in mentally draining ways yet you longed for him and his attention.
Together with his being confused as to what he really felt for you.
He had never learnt to love, or to care about anyone else. But how could he ever? You were so small, yet so feisty and brave enough to attack him like just now. A woman so different compared to all the other's he tormented before.
He couldn't be in love, could he?
He enjoyed your company, he liked you, he wanted to hold you against him and run his fingers through your hair. He cared about you. Or could you even call it that.
You knew you were taking a risk too large. Douma was an all powerful demon. He was too big a threat to take alone. Especially in your sorry state.
You knew that you would potentially die.
However, instead of killing you where you were on top of him, Douma let out a chuckle followed by a sigh. "Oh my (Y/n).."
He slowly snaked his arm behind your back while the other hooked over your neck where his hand could press your head onto his shoulder.
He embraced you tightly on the wooden floor, his nose digging into your messy hair and a smile creeping at his lips.
"My goodness, you really gave me quite the scare.." he hummed.
He didn't feel you push against him. In fact, you didn't know what to do. But you weren't complaining. You... enjoyed feeling his embrace.
How could you?
Your heart was aching just moments before but now that he was holding you, the world seemingly disappeared.
You dropped the knife, letting it it fall to the floor beside Douma's head.
You couldn't do it. He was far from beginning to crawl under your skin. He had already made his way to your soft heart.
You hated it.
You didn't want this to happen.
You couldn't allow yourself to fall into his hands like a newly wrapped present.
"Now," Douma abruptly spoke, sitting up with you still in his chest. He ushered you to pull away as his fingers gently held your chin between them. "You must be exhausted from all this crying. Perhaps you should go to sleep. It's rather late-"
His eyes widened whilst yours fluttered closed. Your arms went up to sling over his shoulders.
Your lips had firmly planted against his in a kiss.
Douma had no time to react as you quickly pulled away from him, eyes tearing away in shame and guilt.
Douma was confused as to what had just happened, but he grabbed your face and steered you back to his lips.
This time it was more forceful, hungry and so full of lust. His chest heaved as he kissed you deeply with no intention of letting go.
And the worst part, you let him.
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YEAH, pretty fucked up but yeah.
Hope your still enjoying the story despite it taking me literal weeks to update.
But any how, we are getting Demon Slayer season 2 this year on December 5th!! And I cannot wait omg what are you most excited for??
Cause for me it's the fact that well, TENGEN and of course getting closer and closer to animated Douma. Lessgo babes ;))
