♡︎Doukaza, Kokudou, Kokudoukaza ONESHOTS! ♡︎

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I've never done bottom Akaza before 😭💔
Top: Douma Bottom: Akaza
Smut 😱
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"Akaza, dono!" Douma called out ecstatically. Akaza turned to see the familiar face.

"What are you doing here?" Akaza inquired.

"I just got lonely and decided to follow you! I hope you don't mind." Douma answered. Akaza felt his anger rising, his veins pulsating with frustration.

"You know I do not want to be around you. Go back home." The striped demon demanded, causing Douma to whine childishly. "But Akazaaa! I followed you out here for hours!"

"You run a cult, don't you? I'm sure they'd be devastated to see that their leader left them to stalk."

"Yes, but..." Douma stuttered, trying to find an excuse. He knew he had none left.

"Go home," Akaza repeated firmly, turning away from his superior, crossing his arms, and waiting for Douma to leave.

But Douma didn't budge.

"So dull... no wonder your fiancé is dead," Douma giggled, though Akaza found no humor in his words. "Poor thing, she's going to be six feet under until the end of time!" Douma continued.

Akaza's fury boiled over as Douma kept taunting him.

"Eternal grave, love enslaved!~"

Akaza's fury reached its breaking point, and he yelled furiously, "SHUT THE HELL UP!" , taking swift and brutal action by cutting half of Douma's head off.

Douma regenerated quickly, his taunting continuing. "If you want to have more of an impact, stop aiming for my head. Maybe try cutting off all my limbs. Cutting just half my head is nothing but a minor inconvenience," he mused, his voice laced with provocation.

"Learn your place, bitch." Akaza declared.

"Oh, I know my place; above you," Douma retorted, maintaining his defiant attitude, "you can take that in another way too." He added.

"You're disgusting." Akaza sneered.

Douma chuckled, examining his sharp nails. "Perhaps, but wouldn't you rather be with me instead of a corpse covered in dirt and getting feasted on by insects?" he taunted. The verbal sparring continued.

Akaza's response was harsh, "I'd rather be covered in maggots."

Douma's retort was sardonic, "Oh, to be a maggot." The tension between them persisted as their verbal duel never seemed to end..

"At least then you'd be useful."

"I love you too, 'Kaza."

"That's sad knowing that you're practically incapable of feeling love, or any emotion for that matter." The animosity between them showed no signs of waning.

"Asshole." Douma, pretending to be offended, shot back.

Akaza retorted with a mocking tone, "Man whore."

Their exchange was filled with spite and mockery.

Douma began to fan himself, acting like he was bothered by some heat. "Is it getting hotter in here, or is it just your irresistible presence?"

"Go home, Douma."

Douma persisted, "Come onnn!~"