Demon Slayer One-Shots

Intoxicating Passions of a Sadomasochist (Douma x Reader One-Shot)

"Where are you my beloved? I've returned" a voice spoke, echoing through the halls.

"I'm in here Douma," you shouted, peaking your head out to wave at him.

He had a smile on his face when he saw yours. He was glad to see you still safe and sound in his sanctuary. He came over to give you a light hug, but quickly noticed something, "You have dirt on your clothes. Were you working out in the garden again?"

You chuckled, brushing it off your arms, "Sharp as ever I see," you said with your usual soft smile, "Yes, I work working. I know you said not to, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I was trying to set something up for you, but you returned quicker than I expected, so things aren't quite finished yet."

"You know you don't have to do things for me. I'm supposed to be doing things for you. You are my darling after all," He said, pulling you to his side, walking out to the gardens to see what work you had put in.

"I know I don't have to do anything, but can't I at least try and be sweet to you for once? You're always busy trying to keep me safe, so I want to repay that kindness" You had felt your heart begin to race, hoping he wouldn't notice a specific thing on your body.

As the two of you walked, he tightened his grip on your side, making you slightly wince in pain. Douma quickly took notice of your reaction, quickly stopping to walk in front of you, "Is something the matter my darling? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, no. I'm fine Douma. Just... a little sore from the work I did" you said, followed by a nervous chuckle.

Douma could tell there was something you were trying to hide. He looked at you with narrow eyes, lifting your chin up to look him in the eye, "Are you sure that's the honest truth? Your voice and inflections are telling other stories than your words themself."

You were caught off guard by his words. You didn't want him to know what really happened, but you also wanted to be honest with him. He never liked it when you were dishonest with him, or when you tried to leave to just get some fresh air. He found you interesting enough that he decided to keep you. You didn't feel like a pet, but you didn't feel like a partner. You didn't know what you were to him, which only made your decision harder.

He took notice of the way you were acting, quickly lifting your chin up more, snapping your mind back to the situation at hand, "Darling, you know I would never hurt you. You trust me, don't you love?"

You looked into his rainbow eyes, seeing the darkness that loomed behind. It only made your heart beat faster from the anxiety building up, "Of course I trust you Douma. Why wouldn't I?"

He could hear the nervousness in your voice, so he gently caressed your face to try to put your nerves at ease, "You're just saying words that you want me to hear. I can tell they aren't fully the truth, but please my dear, tell me what's wrong"

You took in a nervous breath, before slowly lifting up your outfit to reveal a large bruise covering the side of your ribcage. Douma's eyes widened, inspecting the injury before looking back up at you, "Oh my darling, what happened to you?"

You deeply exhaled, looking down into Douma's worried gaze, "It... was one of the members..." You started explaining, "They are jealous of me getting all of your attention, so they...decided to attack me..."

Douma's eyes lit up with a burning rage, but he kept himself composed for the time being, "I see... What exactly did they do to you? I want to know the severity of your injuries."

"They hit me in the stomach and sides a lot. Areas they knew would be covered..." Your body had begun to tremble thinking about what those other members had done to you.

Douma pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you gently so as to not hurt you more. He deeply exhaled, before whispering into your ear, "Don't worry my darling. I won't let them harm you again. Maybe we should head back to your room for now. I want to hold you for a little while."

You nodded in silence, gripping onto Douma's shirt tightly. You had tears running down your face, but you felt Douma's hand wipe away those tears. Feeling that made your heart warm slightly, a soft but sad smile now crossing your face.

Douma gently picked up your trembling body, cradling you in his arms as he carried you back to your room. You continued to grip onto his shirt, feeling safe in his embrace. He brushed his fingers through your hair, continuing to keep you calm as he walked into the bedroom. He gently set you onto the bed, soon crawling in beside you. The two of you looked at each other, but Douma pulled you into his chest, continuing to run his fingers through your hair while he held you.

You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The thrumming made you feel at ease, "Thank you Douma," you quietly muttered, your eyes closing to listen to his heartbeat.

"Of course my beloved. You know I would do anything for you," he gently spoke, his voice and breath right next to your ear, "You know I will protect you from anything, or anyone that tries to hurt you,"

"I know," You spoke, opening your eyes to look up at him. Your smile now was gentle, raising a hand to place onto his face, "It's one of the many things I'm grateful for"

"I'm glad," he said, "You know how deeply I care for you, and hate it when you get hurt."

"I know. I was hoping you wouldn't find out though. I didn't want to worry you" you explained, looking down with a sad expression.

"Even if you are not hurt, I still worry about you whenever you are not by my side. I never know what is happening to you, and I begin to worry."

"You don't need to worry about me..." you muttered, slowly beginning to drift to sleep, "I know I'll be safe... even if you aren't at my side..."

Douma smiled lightly at that, gently closing your eyes so you could get some much deserved rest, "Thank you my darling. Get some sleep now. I'll be here when you wake up."

After a few more minutes, your breath had slowed to a steady pace as you drifted to sleep. Douma was glad to see you at peace, soon getting off the bed to cover you in the soft blanket.

He walked out of the room, quickly walking to the garden to look for any clue on who had hurt you. His blood was still boiling that one of his worshipers had the audacity to lay a finger on you. He saw a hair pin that he recognized well, picking it up and slipping it into his pocket. He began walking to his worship room, soon muttering under his breath, "Clearly someone needs to be taught a lesson... No one lays a hand on my beloved... That's something my worshipers need to understand..."