Anime characters x reader

Douma x Reader

Request:Douma being in love please?? and obsessed maybe👀

Yes ofc hun, let me know if u wanted something different

cw: obsession, yandere behavior, non-con elements, murder, gore, MDNI

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Blood and viscera. Torn muscle beneath the fleshy openings of an unrecognizable body; the face contorted into a crude grimace. You thrust with both hands into one of the many flesh bags, keeping your sword glued to one of your legs. You tried not to lose sight of it as you made your way through the forest in the gloom.

The smell was intoxicating. The truth is that you wanted to vomit. Maybe retrace your steps and wait for a Hashira. But one of your companions was still alive, and most likely trapped with a Superior Moon. It would be a shame not to try to die on the spot for them; risk your sword with it, and put your training to the test. Even if the thought of ending up as another bruised and unrecognizable piece of meat turned your stomach.

A muffled murmur in the distance made your hair stand on end. You stopped in place, unsheathing your sword before you began to slide your feet along the pools of blood, taking cover behind the thicker trees. You regulated your breathing, approaching delicately until you came up with another scream. This time a broken one; a ghastly sound, accompanied by a piercing cry.

And a laugh.

A soft, sweet laugh. The crying was softer this time, and overshadowed by an animated voice. You tried to register the demon behind this atrocity, but you didn't think you had encountered this voice before. This way of mutilating. You wanted to try to see who was holding your companion; but you feared you would be discovered on your way out of the tree.

"Where are they? I'm still missing one."

A muffled sound. You assume the demon slayer drowning in their own blood. And then another laugh.

"I'm going to stick a finger through here... and I think I'll hang you up there. See?" Silence. A few steps, away from where you were, and the murmur of flesh being forced. A tearing; another torrent of blood-drowned cries. "How cute!"

You swallowed dryly, stopping your hands from shaking. Sooner or later you were going to have to get out. Sooner or later, even if you ended up dead and torn, the demon would find you and a fight would ensue. And you would have to endure. You were going to have to be of help until the sun took its place in the sky, or a hashira appeared.

Any moment.

A sigh, a laugh; and footsteps through the leaves and earth, with the distant gurgle of your companion.

Any moment.

You prepared your position, looking for where the demon was coming from. You held the sword with fear and anxiety running through your guts.

Any moment.

And there he was.

"Welcome, little one!"
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Cliffhanger🤭