Akaza x Douma Oneshot

His Pretty Little Hashira Part 2

FIVETY ONE FUCKING PARTS BABY!!
Anyways part two of this cause ya'll love this just like you lot loved
Stay Devoted To Me~
Unhealthy Obession

Anyways content for this:
•Over protective
•Forced relationship
•Kidnapping
•Violence
•Attempted suicide
•Unwanted love/attention
•Slight Smut
•Sexual implications
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It was clear that the longer Akaza stayed the more he wanted to leave,he would refuse to be touched in anyways,lashing out his the cult leader was to touch him in anyway when didn't want attention,shouting at the top of his lungs whenever he wanted to be left alone,locking himself away in the demons private room or bedroom,crying at the simplest of things,wanting attention for awhile then pushing away the uppermoon in a few seconds.
In short Akaza wasn't the same and this behaviour was becoming a every day thing.
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It was one of those moments when Akaza craved attention,sitting in the cult leaders lap silently when followers came in and out of the room for different things.Douma was expecting another one of the pinkette sudden outbursts about being held at any moment so he didn't get comfortable with the hashira sitting in his lap.

"Do you like the rings?" Douma asked once he saw the demon slayer fiddling with silver patterned rings placed on his ring finger.He got no verbal reply but a nod for his answer,holding the blond's hand with his free hand after he stopped messing with the rings. Both of their eyes met for a few seconds before the pinkette shifted his body so his back was towards the room door,both of legs black around the blond's waist.The demon placed his hands on the slayers hips,knowing where this would go.
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A harsh kick to ribs made the demon cough up blood which landed on pale skin.Knees pressed into the demon slayer's chest,making it hard to breath slightly.Sharp teeth sank into soft flesh, pain shooting throughout the pinkette's body.
The heel of boots digging into the back of the demons hips.

"Dou- Ah!N-No!" Akaza yelled at the demonic cult leader,a feeling of guilt rushing over him as he felt pleasure run through his body from the unwanted hickeys being left on his neck and collarbone.He felt the other's tongue lap up the blood that partly stained his neck and collarbone,kicking the other in the hip multiple times.After awhile his body gave up due to lack of energy,he hid his face in the blond' neck and allowed him to leave hickeys where he pleased.

He knew now for certain that no matter what he did that he'd never escape from Douma's grasp,he could pray for the hashira to come and find him but little did he know that most of them thought he was dead.

"If you resist that's when you get hurt!Just do as I say then you'll be find,my pretty little hashira~"