Demon Slayer x Male Readers (One-Shots)

Domua

: Follower (???)

* OOC warnings!!! And some nsfw moments, this is NOT a full smut chapter

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Domua prided himself with the people who followed him, believing in him as some sort of God instead of what he really was, though he knew if they saw he was a demon, that wouldn't change their minds. He paid mind to the women more than anything, but he admitted to having an eye on a younger man within the crowd.

He beckoned for an older women to come and speak with him. She was excited for the opportunity, but was quickly confused on the purpose. Domua stared into her dull brown eyes with his bright and colorful ones, making her rethink any question of confusion she had before.

"Ah~ I wish for you to bring that man to me~"

His smooth voice compelled her. She agreed immediately and went off to find him, scolding him in her mind for getting more acknowledgement than her. Y/n sat at a table with a few other men, talking to them about various things they had interest in.

"Master Douma wishes to see you...L/n."

Her bitter tone sent a little shiver to Y/ns neck, but he ignored it since he was excited to hear the news that followed the tone. He said his goodbyes to his fellow men and followed her to Doumas room, a certain excitement filled him.

"H-here he is, Master Douma~"

The bright colored man hummed and waved the man inside the room, sending off the women with one look. Y/n heard the door slide closed behind him, and for some reason he started to feel very nervous. Domua stepped off his cushioned seat and went to stand in front of his follower.

"M-master Domua–you wished to see me?"

Fear filled his mind once more. He wondered if he had done something wrong, he prayed to Douma that he would be spared. The rainbow eyed demon smiled widely at him, almost showing off his fangs in the moment. Putting a hand on the man's shoulder, Douma hummed.

"You have caught my interest~ How exciting, I get you all to myself~"

Y/n blushed a little at those words, but kept his ground. He knew that Douma would not punish him for something he didn't do, and he knew in his heart that he himself did nothing to reward a punishment. Douma seemed to catch on, he frowned, almost comically, and lifted his hand up to the young man's cheek.

"Calm your nerves! I do not need to punish you~ I only want to reward you for all your hard work!"

A shimmer struck Y/ns eye, causing him to nod happily. He was on cloud nine with this information, but his mind wasn't realizing what Douma had meant. The reward sounded nice, and Y/n was to caught up in the idea to notice Doumas hand sliding from his face, to his chest.

"We must keep quiet, understood?"

The sudden serious tone in the demons voice was strange, but Y/n nodded quickly and now understood what was happening. Douma gained his comic smile back and set aside his golden fan, now using his other hand to slide down Y/ns back.

Domua hummed and fluttered his eyes closed. The smile he gave was murder-us, but Y/n had no idea.