You know... Douma could help with the back pain (or make it worse, it all depends how gentle he's capable of being so not very). Straddles your butt, kneads your sore muscles, pokes at your spine with his too-sharp claws.
dōma takes great pride in his ability to help, and really, what could be more helpful than this? after all, his purpose in the world was to ease suffering—and you’re suffering, aren’t you? a bit of back pain… nothing he can’t fix!
his hands are broad, perfectly made for kneading sore muscles, though his enthusiasm far outpaces his gentleness. he starts to knead, though “knead” might be too generous a word. it’s more a series of curious prods and pokes as though he’s playing with his food, marveling at each twitch and hiss of breath as signs of progress. his nails, inconveniently long and pointed, trace your vertebrae in little teasing circles.
the thought nags at you: the sheer trust it takes to allow him of all people to do this. to have him straddling you, while you’re bared beneath him in every sense. he seems utterly oblivious to it—or perhaps, and this seems more likely, he’s entirely aware and simply doesn’t think it makes any difference.
to his credit, dōma really can help. he lets his palms frost over, a coolness seeping into your tense shoulders and numbing the ache in seconds. the chill spreads deliciously slow, and oh, he’s rewarded by your soft little sigh. he knew he was good at this sort of thing!
but, of course, he can’t simply behave. while his powers numb the pain, he uses the excuse of “helping” to indulge his curiosity—leaning forward to brush your hair aside, murmuring sweet compliments about how warm you feel beneath him. and when you don’t immediately tell him to stop, he presses a kiss to the nape of your neck as encouragement for recovery.
"I know.. it doesn't really mean anything to you, but can you hug me anyway?" you whisper it in the silence of the night. often times, you sought douma out because you found him to be an enigma. yes, he was dangerous and far from the divinity that his cult was based on, but none of it deterred you from falling for him.
you suppose maybe it was the security of knowing he could never reject your feelings because he couldn't feel them anyway. that, and he let you linger around him despite your knowledge of this. he enjoyed keeping you around like a loyal pet and didn't mind you seeking him out for your pointless human desires. you didn't care either, to be fair.
the closeness was all you wanted.
just two dysfunctional beings laying side by side; limbs entangled, morality entombed.
"c'mere," he smiles and brings you close, his arm around your waist while he drapes his divine coat over your shoulder. you were already wrapped in a blanket while you sat with him but you wouldnt deny his gesture because it was comforting to you. "is this better, lotus?"
"mm-hm," you rest your head on his thigh and he caresses your warm, supple cheeks as if to lull you into slumber. "thank you, douma." he smiles and seems to be proud. he hums an old tune and soon enough, you're off to dreamland in the arms of a demon who could eat you right here and yet still spares you.
he may not be capable of feeling, but thats okay.
all you really need is the illusion of it anyway.
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note: i genuinely hate this guy but he'd give the best hugs (iykyk)
This man is absolutely crazy about you and that's not an exaggeration. He sees a lot of people every day and has all sorts of people who worship him, it takes a lot to truly impress him and get close to his heart. It especially takes a lot to get him to feel something for you. But once he's fallen for you, he's wrapped around your finger. He'd do anything in the world for you. He's all over you all the time and is very clingy. He never lets you go anywhere by yourself. Even if you're going out just to run errands, he insists on coming with you "You're going out? give me five minutes to get ready and we can go together"
His love language without a doubt is physical touch. He absolutely loves touching you and holding you and cuddling you. He loves it and he loves PDA. He's always holding your hand, having an arm around your shoulders or your waist no matter where you are. You could both be having a meeting with Muzan and he'd be laying in your lap.
I can see him falling for a demon or a human but if you are a human I can see him trying to convince you to become a demon. And that's genuinely because he thinks it's the best thing for you it's not malicious at all. He thinks that if you become a demon, you'll be safer that way. If you decline, he won't get angry, but I can imagine him bugging you about it every few months. If you're a demon however, He feels so much more connected to you because he can relate to you. I can imagine you two taking naps together during the day then going out hunting together at night.
Hi! If it’s not too much I was wondering if you could write Douma Drabbles? It could be fluff or even nsfw if you prefer either or. I need to see more of him before the movies come out AHH hehe
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DOUMA X READER FLUFF
Authors note: This was such a silly request I loved writing this
SYNOPSIS: In which you visit Douma once and he keeps visiting you again and again to check up on you, and your child.
Reader may be seen as a replacement for Kotoha, with a few changes.
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You still remembered the night you came to him. The unrelenting rain pouring down and beating on your aldready harmed flesh.
The leader of the Eternal Paradise faith had been slightly shocked (not) when you came to him and fell on his feet, begging for shelter, your child cradled in your arms.
Poor you, he thought, how cruel of your so called husband to hurt you in such way.
"Take her to one of the rooms. Give her a roof and tend to her needs" He had called to one of his followers, who had hastily scrambled, listening to him like blind dogs
You had thought of him like an angel sent from the heavens themselves, never had yoh experienced comfort, and nothing relieved you more than knowing your child was safe.
He regularly visited you, making sure you and your child were satisfied. Your face had healed and you were rather pretty. He had seem to taken a keen interest in you.
He watched you when you sung lullabies of pinky promises to your child, he watched you when you explored the gardens, he remembered when you came begging to him that night.
What was so special about you? Maybe it was your innocent heart, it refreshed him to keep someone so pure by your side.But this momentarily satisfaction of his turned to something more. A deep, alien, fuzzy feeling of warmth that spread through him whenever he met you.
Douma is intelligent, he quickly figured out he was experiencing emotions. How? How could a mere little girl like you change this man's heart he will never understand. But he could feel it. Feel his heart beating faster when he was with you, feel that his laughter came from it's own, feel that he enjoyed spending time with you.
So he spent more and more time with you, he savored each moment and ofcourse loved the little bundle you had with you. Your child looked just like you, with more sharper features, the eyes, the smile, the hair, they were the same. He loved spending time with the baby. He might adopt him soon as his own.
"Hello darling!" He called out "Is everything still ok? Are you feeling better?". You looked up from feeding your child, who was sitting on your lap, to Douma who had just entered your room. The toddler gurgled happily, when they saw him. They particularly liked his funny little hat.
You smiled. "Everything has been lovely. I cannot say with words how grateful I am to you. I sometimes feel if I could repay you in some way. Words are not enough to thank you-"
"Oh there's absolutely no need for that! Just spending time with you and your little one is enough!"
Your smile widened. You loved his behaviour, his face, his laugh, his smile, everything about him. No one had been so kind to you before.
"Hug!" Your child interrupts, tugging at Doumas shirt.
"Uhh," you say hesitantly, still smiling " would you like to pick them up. They'd be very happy, and your taller than I am so..."
"Absolutely!" Douma giggled and picked him up and raised him high. "Is this high enough? There you go like a little dove!"
"Kyahhhh! Kyahahaha! Kya- kyah hah!"
"There goes out little dove soaring so high!" He laughed with your child, twirling around which caused the toddler to emit more giggles "Do you like this! Its fun isn't it little dove!"
Summary: Despite all obstacles, you were able to grant Douma with a demon child
Warnings: None, just Douma teasing Akaza and Akaza being so done with Douma also soft Douma
Word count: 3853
Authors: Cass & Rouge
Douma was taken aback by the news. He never fathomed the possibility of impregnating you. Did he feel remorseful about it? Perhaps slightly, but his intrigue and captivation overshadowed any misgivings he may have had.
Frequently, he would sit with you on his lap and caress your burgeoning belly with slender fingers, all while his iridescent eyes fixated on the stirring movements beneath the skin. The sensation of feeling a life growing inside of you was something he had never experienced before, and it left him entranced.
Upon the arrival of your little one, his fascination only amplified.
Six months passed.
He stood there, beholding the small bundle in his arms with reverential awe. The baby’s eyes, like a burst of rainbow hues, met Douma's own gaze, as if recognizing the demon before him.
You stood in the hallway, your gaze fixed on Douma as he played with your child. The door was half-opened, allowing you to watch the scene unfold without disturbing them.
You couldn't help but smile at the sight before you. Douma had a special way with children if he only wanted to, and you were thankful that he was a part of your and your child's life; instinctively, you knew he'd have done whatever it takes to keep the both of you safe and sound.
The little baby was looking at Douma, his chubby hands reaching out towards the man.
Douma's low hum interrupted the quiet atmosphere. The corners of his lips tugged up into a sly smile, his eyes fixed on you as he addressed his son. "You like to watch me, don't you, Y/N?"
You smiled as you slowly entered the room, improving the cardigan over your shoulders. "Hey darling, forgive me, I didn't want to interrupt. I also love to watch you two interacting."
You approached Douma, and looked down at the baby boy he held in his arms. You saw the boy's tiny finger curling around Douma's slender, index finger, his colorful eyes looking up at you with curiosity. He was dressed in a soft blue onesie; it made him look even more adorable.
You couldn't resist the urge to interact with your son, so you lowered your head and rubbed your nose against baby's tummy. This playful gesture earned you a burst of laughter from the child, his little body wriggling with joy. You smiled as you continued to tickle and play with the baby, enjoying his infectious giggles.
Douma tilted his head to the side, his gaze fixed on the tiny bundle in front of him. "It's hard to believe we created something so precious," he mused, his voice barely above a whisper.
You looked at Douma and smiled warmly at him. The corners of your mouth curled up, and your teeth were visible; your cheeks lifted, and your eyes crinkled with joy.
The baby boy's gaze shifted to Douma, and a smile spread across his chubby face. His eyes sparkled with delight as he puffed out his cheeks, and his little arms reached out towards the man; his fingers wiggled as he tried to grab hold of Douma's turtleneck. The baby's whole body seemed to radiate with happiness as he cooed and giggled.
"Keito is in love with you, there's no doubt," you chuckled, looking up at Douma.
Douma couldn't shake off the strange feeling that lingered within him. He kept replaying the events in his head, trying to convince himself that it had all actually happened. "Is he not the most precious thing you've ever seen?" Douma beamed, cradling the baby in his arms. "I played a vital role in his creation, after all. Without me, he wouldn't be here."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smile at the way Douma was cooing over the baby. "And without his mother, he wouldn't be here either," you countered playfully. "Douma, could you please place Keito on the ground for me?" You requested, watching as Douma carefully lowered the boy to the floor.
Meanwhile, you made your way across the room and took a seat on the floor on the other side.
As you watched your son sit confused on the floor, you couldn't help but giggle. Patting your knees, you said loudly, "Keito! Keito, love! Come to mama!"
As he settled into his spot, you couldn't help but notice the way he patted his knees in a playful, almost childlike manner. His voice, too, took on a tone of cheerful exuberance, as he cooed in a singsong voice, "Keito! Come to your daddy."
The baby boy was absolutely confused about where he should go, whether to his mom or to his dad. He looked around with a blunt expression glued to his little face, his little hands reaching out to both of you; he was turning his head as if searching for an answer. His eyes darted from his mom to his dad.
Douma viewed parenting as a competition, a game he was determined to win at all costs. "Come to papa, my little blessing," he cooed, his voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "Come to daddy. Daddy's going to cuddle you just how you like it."
You tried to make little Keito look at you and crawl towards you by calling out to him, "Hey Keito, look at me! Come on, you can do it! Come to mama!" You waved your hands and made silly faces to get his attention, but he seemed more interested in his father crouching on the other side of the room.
Eventually, after a few more attempts, the boy finally looked up and smiled at Douma before trying to crawl on all fours like a little explorer towards his dad.
Douma's iridescent eyes twinkled with sheer delight as he eagerly outstretched his arms, beckoning the little boy towards him.
As the child reached him, Douma let out a boisterous laugh, scooping him up into a warm embrace. "My little blessing!" He exclaimed, his voice brimming with affection. "Of course you would come to me, your beloved father."
You improved your position to sit on your butt while letting out a sigh full of sadness. "Of course! I could have predicted it! I'm getting jealous of you, Douma. Keito always chooses you over me."
Demon's eyes sparkled with joy as he gently bounced the baby boy in his arms. "Of course he does," he said with a chuckle. "I am his father, after all. And we share those beautiful eyes." He leaned in close to the baby's face and whispered, "You're a blessed child, just like I was… and am still."
You smiled a little to yourself, even though your heart ached, as you thought about how your son always seemed to prefer his father over you. It wasn't that he didn't love you or want to spend time with you, but there was something about his father's carefree demeanor that drew him in.
It hurt, but you knew that it wasn't a reflection of your love or your abilities as a mother. Instead, it was just a phase that you had to accept and be patient with. Despite the sadness that lingered in your heart, you knew that your son was lucky to have such a loving and involved father in his life.
As you sat on the wooden floor, lost in thought, you couldn't help but think about how much Douma had changed since you had become pregnant. It was as if the presence of new life growing inside you had awakened something inside him that he had never known existed before. He was always a curious and intelligent man, but now he seemed to be discovering the world and its human emotions in a new and profound way.
In the past, Douma held a disdainful view of children. They were a nuisance, always getting in the way and making noise. He had no desire to interact with them and would have been perfectly content to live a life without their presence.
However, all of that changed when his own blessed son was born. As soon as he held the little one in his arms, he felt a deep sense of attachment and responsibility. Suddenly, the child became his everything, his one and only source of pride and joy. "I never thought I would care for a child," Douma confided to you. "But now that I have one of my own, I can't imagine life without him. He's the most precious thing in the world to me."
After getting up from the floor, you cleared your throat. "Hey, Douma, I needed to tell you something, and I've almost forgotten. Kokushibo announced his visit. As far as I know, he'll bring that other demon you spoke about a lot, Akaza, was it his name?" You rubbed your chin with your sharp nail. "I think that Muzan is sending them to calculate the possible risks, you know what I mean?"
Douma's eyes widened as he perked up, a glint of excitement sparkling in his gaze. "Akaza is coming to visit me? How delightful! I have been dreaming of this for decades!" His voice dripped with anticipation, his mind racing with thoughts of what he could offer his esteemed guests.
Suddenly, the booming voice of Kokushibo interrupted his thoughts, filling the room with its powerful presence. Douma wasted no time and eagerly slid the door open to reveal both demons standing before him.
"Kokushibo-dono, welcome, and Akaza-dono! I cannot express how overjoyed I am that you have decided to visit me!" Douma exclaimed, his tone effervescent with pleasure.
Kokushibo merely strode into the room with a nod of acknowledgment, his stoic demeanor in stark contrast to Douma's bubbling enthusiasm.
You bowed my head respectfully towards Kokushibo, acknowledging his presence and authority. You approached Douma and stood behind him, as if you were trying to hide a little.
Akaza was not at all thrilled about the visit that he was forced to take part in, but he stepped in regardless. As he looked around the room, his eyes eventually fell upon you, and he was taken aback by your beauty. He couldn't help but feel surprised that Douma had managed to find someone as seemingly pretty and cute as you.
Akaza quickly regained his composure, and continued with politeness, albeit with a hint of skepticism in his tone. "Interesting place."
"My followers come here to see me. And, well now, him as well," Douma smiled proudly, showing off his baby to Akaza. "They ask me for all sorts of stuff."
Akaza couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at Douma's boastful attitude, but he kept his cool. "I see."
"That's why we are here. The child," Kokushibo said, pointing at little Keito.
Although you felt the urge to take the boy out of Douma's hands, you resisted the temptation.
Akaza glanced over at the tiny bundle cradled in Douma's arms, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Is that it?"
You nodded a little, looking at the pale demon from behind your partner's shoulder. "This is Keito."
Douma couldn't resist adding his own comment. "Oh yes, Akaza-dono! This is my little Keito. A child as blessed as me," he boasted, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Kokushibo strode over to the trio, his eyes fixed on the tiny bundle in Douma's arms. Without a word, he reached out and plucked the baby from Douma's grasp, holding him up by the back of his collar as if he were a mere kitten.
As Kokushibo carelessly plucked your son from Douma's hands, you felt a sudden wave of dizziness wash over you; your vision began to blur, and you swayed unsteadily on your feet. You couldn't believe how casually Kokushibo had handled your precious child, as if he were nothing more than a mere object. Your maternal instincts kicked into overdrive, and you fought to stay upright as a rush of panic coursed through your body. "Careful, you're handling a baby, not some kind of doll."
Akaza took notice of your distress and turned his gaze towards you, his expression betraying a hint of concern. His eyes darted between you and Douma, assessing the situation at hand.
Meanwhile, Kokushibo glanced at you before expertly cradling little Keito in his arms, as if he had done it a thousand times before. It was clear that he was confident in his abilities to handle the child.
Douma noticed Akaza's expression and sought to reassure you. "You see love? No need to worry! It's Kokushibo-dono," he said, flashing you a reassuring smile. "Oh! Right! Akaza-dono, this is my one and only Y/N," he said, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. "Love, this is my best friend, Akaza," he introduced, gesturing towards another demon.
You let out a loud sigh full of relief when Keito was placed safely in Kokushibo's arms. After looking at Akaza, you bowed your head slightly.
As Akaza turned to face Douma, his curiosity piqued. "How did you manage to find someone like her?" He asked, gesturing towards you. "I had no idea that demons were capable of breeding, though."
Kokushibo, cradling a small baby in his arms, looked up at the conversation. "Because they aren't," he chimed in a stoic tone.
Douma, however, remained unfazed. He simply smiled, pulling you close against his side. "You see, my dear Akaza," he began, his voice smooth as silk. "It takes more than just biology to create life. It takes love, devotion, and a strong desire to create something beautiful in this world."
As you heard Kokushibo's words, you could feel your face flush with embarrassment.
As Douma spoke, Akaza scoffed in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and his expression made it clear that he was highly skeptical of Douma's claims. "Yeah, surely. I bet you were blessed after devouring so many women."
The infant nestled in Kokushibo's arms looked up at him with wide, curious eyes, studying him intently, as if he were trying to decipher his intentions.
Kokushibo's six piercing eyes scrutinized the child before him, his curiosity piqued as to why it wasn't cowering in fear. His gaze bore into the tiny creature, searching for any sign of weakness or vulnerability.
With a dismissive roll of his eyes, Douma waved a hand at Akaza, as if brushing off his words. "Come on, Akaza, you know how it is. I at least devour women and gain strength from them. And I was simply fortunate enough to come across this cute little thing," he gestured to you, "who was kind enough to give me a child."
Akaza's patience was wearing thin as Douma continued to speak in his usual arrogant and disrespectful manner. With a deep scowl etched on his face, Akaza finally spoke up, his voice low and dangerous. "If you don't stop speaking that way," he warned, "I'll be forced to give you a punch, like the last time."
To Kokushibo's surprise, the baby suddenly broke into a wide, toothless grin, his chubby cheeks dimpling with delight.
Kokushibo's gaze shot up from the infant in his arms at the sound of Douma's voice. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken animosity. "Akaza," Kokushibo growled softly, his voice low and warning. "I did not bring you here so the two of you can fight."
Douma merely rolled his eyes, a look of pure boredom etched onto his features. "I don't want any blood on those floors. It's hard to clean."
You just stood there, facepalming at the entire situation. "Kokushibo-dono, can I have my son back?" You asked.
Kokushibo nodded and carefully handed the boy back to you.
You set your arms in a little cradle, to make sure Keito was safe in them.
Douma couldn't resist the urge to taunt Akaza. With a sly grin, he presented the baby boy to his fellow demon, holding the child up for him to see, almost shoving Keito into Akaza's face. "Look at this, Akaza," Douma chimed, his voice dripping with amusement. "I made this."
"Douma, please," you said firmly, your tone serious. "You need to be on our best behavior here. Remember, you weren't the only one involved in making this child."
Without a word, you simply reached out and gently took the child from his arms, cradling him against your chest.
Akaza let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head in amusement at the entire situation. "Well, well," he said, looking at you with a wry grin, "It seems that your woman has some balls after all, Douma."
Douma gasped, feeling offended. "Well, I at least have a woman."
"Kokushibo-dono, can I have a word with you?" You asked the Upper One, handling the baby back to Douma after a moment.
Douma gladly accepted and hugged the boy.
Kokushibo nodded and followed you to the other room.
"Kokushibo-dono, forgive me for asking, but did Lord Muzan say anything?" You asked after sliding the door closed.
Kokushibo's words hung heavy in the air, his face etched with a deep sense of concern and apprehension. "Lord Muzan wasn't pleased about this development," he said slowly, his voice low and measured. "It was something that should never have happened, yet he's holding onto a glimmer of hope."
As Kokushibo spoke, you listened intently, calmed a little by his words. "I wasn't even aware that it was possible for a female demon to get pregnant," you said, your voice filled with wonder. "So, what does this mean for us? To me and Douma? I just hope Lord Muzan won't kill any of us."
"He said that getting rid of you or Douma would be a waste of his time, but he will need the child's blood to run some tests on it."
"Of course," you whispered, nodding your head. "Thank you for bringing the good news, Kokushibo-dono."
Meanwhile, Akaza observed Douma interacting with the baby.
"What are you looking at?" Douma asked, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You want to hold him?"
Akaza furrowed his brows, looking hesitant for a moment. "I don't know," he said, his voice uncertain, "I'm not really good with babies."
But despite his reservations, Akaza eventually relented, reaching out to take the baby from Douma's arms. As he held the child, his expression softened, and a look of wonder crossed his face. He gently poked the little boy's cheek with his finger. "Squishy."
As Douma observed the scene before him, he couldn't help but emit an amused chuckle. "Awwww! Akaza-dono! You two look so cute together! I never expected to see you looking so soft," he gasped, his voice laced with playful mockery.
"He's so small," Akaza murmured, gazing down at the baby in his arms. "And so fragile. Everything would be fine if not your scent lingering over him," Akaza looked at Douma, his face serious. "You don't deserve any of this, you do understand?"
Douma's grin never faltered as he spoke. "You may say that I don't deserve it, but I have everything I could possibly want. I have a woman I adore and a child that we brought into this world together."
Akaza's expression suddenly turned stern, and he glared at Douma. "Stop grinning like an idiot," he growled, "Or I'll wipe that stupid grin off your face. I have no idea why and how she got involved with you, and it's not my business. She seems like a decent demon, not that strong, yet still intriguing. I can assure you, that if anything will happen to any of them because of your careless behavior, I won't be that nice anymore."
The corners of Douma's lips curled upward as he watched Akaza interact with Keito. The sight was simply too precious to ignore. He couldn't resist the urge to tease his companion. "Aww! Are you going to be a good uncle, Akaza-dono? I always knew you had it in you!" Douma exclaimed, his voice light and playful as he wrapped an arm around Akaza's broad shoulders.
Akaza stood there, his fist clenched at his side, his eyes fixed on Douma's smirking face. He was trying his best to remain calm, to control the overwhelming anger that was bubbling up inside him. But it was difficult. So difficult!
Douma had always been a thorn in his side, with his arrogance, lack of respect for women and his self-assured demeanor. And now, with this baby in the picture, it was even worse.
As much as he wanted to punch Douma's face in, Akaza knew he couldn't. Not now, not when there was a child in the room. So he took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and tried to compose himself. "Whatever, Douma."
As Douma's fingers wove through the strands of Akaza's disheveled hair, a mischievous grin played across his lips.
Soon, you and Kokushibo returned to the room and after exchanging some more courtesies, you thanked him and Akaza for the visit and assured them you and Douma were at Muzan's disposal at any time.
"Keep the boy safe," Kokushibo had reminded the two of you before leaving for good.
The baby smiled at him widely, blinking shortly after as the little hiccup kicked in.
Suddenly, Douma let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Look at this, a hiccup."
You walked closer and looked down at the boy, who had a clearly confused grimace glued to his little face. "He's adorable. He's perfect."
"Only because he has a perfect mother," he whispered.
You smiled at Douma briefly, kissing your son's forehead.
"Y/N? I was thinking...” He hummed.
You gave your partner a glance, tilting your head slightly.
"Well, since we made it once, and now we know it's possible..." he trailed off, biting his lip softly. "Maybe our boy would like to have a little sibling?"
"I'm not going through this ever again," you told him with a sweet smile. "Once was enough."
"Oh, Y/N, please!” Douma whined. "Making the baby is fun! So let's make another one."
After giving him another glance, you let out a sigh, massaging your temples. "Douma."
As he leaned into your shoulder, his voice low and sultry, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. "Do you see him?" He murmured, nodding towards the young demon playing in the corner. "He needs a playmate, someone to keep him company while we're away. We could be the perfect family, two beautiful demons and two adorable little ones."
You let out a sigh. "Firstly, how will you explain this to Lord Muzan? Secondly, how can you be sure it'll happen again?"
"Well... We won't know unless we try," he smiled at you sweetly.
"Fine," you told him, taking Keito into your arms. "Fine. Let it be."
"Oh, I love you, my goddess!" He exclaimed, his voice filled with pure adoration.
You smiled at his words, feeling your heart swell with love for both him and your child. "I love you too," you said softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his jawline. "You both are everything to me."
i was about 5k words into this douma fic that i then decided to discard like two weeks after because i realized i was humanizing him. i like to keep my writing as realistic as possible and so, realistically, there is no way in hell a normal person could ever genuinely love douma with his lack of emotion paired with his violent tendencies as a demon.
the thing about douma is that his entire brand is being eerie and off-putting, the fact that he's a psychopath only adds to this because unlike kokushibo, he feels regret and he has some sort of remorse within the path he chose; douma? he's unapologetically apathetic and he really has no interest in making others happy. he chose to become a demon not to surpass someone, like kokushibo, or to feel better about themselves, like daki and gyutaro or kaigaku ー douma became a demon simply because he was bored being a human (my opinion which is highly likely given douma's character).
he knew what being a demon entailed and he didn't look at it as a sacrifice, he just shrugged and was fine with it. he has no empathy for the murders he commits or the lives he affects and this is what makes him an interesting partner in fanfiction.
because the hard truth is that douma cannot feel love. (i'm talking about him when he was alive, not when he meets shinobu in the afterlife and claims to feel love, personally I think he's lying but that just might be me because i hate ((and love)) douma as a character).
he cannot for the life of him feel the joy of being loved or the sadness and jealousy that can come with seeing someone you love be overly-friendly with someone else, he can't feel the anger that can come with your lover trying to hurt you verbally ー to douma, it's just pointless human reactions that he doesn't need.
so, for me, writing fanfiction about him was an obstacle because so much of my work relies on feelings. in a phantom glace, the reader deals with emotional unavailability due to home life and social expectations which makes it challenging for her to return satoru's love, in koi no yokan, kokushibo had conflicting feelings about legality but ultimately returns reader's affections, i say all this to convey that my fanfiction is heavily about the relationships and affections between the character and the reader..
and so to write a character without any emotions (or at least, without the ability to feel them like others ((because i believe douma to have alexithymia))) was incredibly challenging for me.
to write about loving someone that does not love you ー not because he doesn't want to, but because he physically cannot feel it ー was hard.
so logically, i concluded that for me to write a fanfiction about douma, the reader would have to be someone unfazed by his violent actions and someone who's okay without being loved by him. someone who does not need for that affection from him but is fine with the sorry illusions of it that douma can provide.
essentially, the reader would have to be okay with douma keeping them around like some sort of decorative painting or an affectionate pet rather than a real person whom he loves because douma is unable to love.
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note : anyway that's my rant, i just needed to get this off of my chest because it was eating me alive lmao (rip that 5k work douma fic)
note 2 : also i don't want anyone to think negatively of psychopathy because of this post, people with psychopathy are not inherently 'evil' or 'dangerous' because of their lack of empathy towards others, there are many people who have psychopathy and still act well with others and this stereotype about psychopaths is not one i want to feed into so keep that in mind.
warnings !!: neck sucking, reader and douma bathe together !!
𓂃𓂃𓂃 𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟 𓂃𓂃
as douma heard you enter his room as he was bathing in himself in sake he called over to you waving over from a long distance away.
"Y/N !! OH Y/N WHY NOT COME JOIN ME DEAR~?"
you turned your head over looking at him not saying anything but standing flustered questioning if you should.
"OH PLEASE~??" he begged.
"LET ME GET MY THINGS AND ILL BE RIGHT THERE. ILL BE RIGHT BACK!" You screamed back.
douma turned back and already had everything you needed in his hand holding it so you saw it.
you quickly brought yourself over to him and hopped into the sake with him. you realized it wasn't regular water until after you were already in.
before you knew it douma grabbed your waist from behind and held your chin up.
his face was planted into your neck with his nose against you.
"dou-" you were cut off by him shushing you.
"shh~ there's no need to talk my dearest" he muttered
doumas teeth dug into your neck leaving a small flesh wound. you put your head over doumas shoulders and tussle your hand over to his hair.
the warmth of his tongue into your body was intoxicating.
his hands started wondering all over your body. head to your legs.
doumas tongue made way to your lips and shared a passionate kiss with each other.
you turned your body over, putting your chest to his. his arm held you up under your backside.
there weren't any needs for words. you and him were enough just to be there with one another. your arms wrapped over his shoulders. you and doumas eyes closing embracing your bare states.
once you both got out you both let loose on the bed leaving trails of spit between each other . all night was non-stop wanting more and more of you both.
absolutely devouring each other ever so harshly.
on your knees over his lap with your hands in his platinum hair. douma holding your hips with one hand, the other on your neck.
locking eyes as your tongues gave onto each other.
the night ended with you both hugging on each other. douma kissing your forehead before wondering to sleep himself.
𓂃𓂃𓂃 𓆞𓆝𓆟𓂃 𝓕𝓲𝓷𓂃 𓆞𓆝𓆟 𓂃𓂃
a/n) i love yall sm for enjoying my writings despite me writing once a month or two. love yall. have a good time wherever u are bye!!♡☆
So I saw your post abt a gn reader thats an uppermoon thats shy and follows Kokushibo, Akaza, & Douma (separately) I believe. Would you mind to do a very talkative reader that follows them around(uppermoon) because they have monophobia/autophobia?
character(s) — kokushibo, akaza, doma
fandom — demon slayer
reader — gn
cw — reader has anxiety, brief mentions of childhood trauma
KOKUSHIBO — UPPER MOON 1
he wouldn’t mind, he’s pretty chill with it
when you start talking to him he usually just nods his head now and again, to show you that he’s listening
if any of the other upper moons complain about your behaviour towards him he won’t hesitate to put them in their place
he always alllows you to join him wherever he is (unless if he’s in an upper moon meeting) but dw he’ll be back asap
if you’re like this because of childhood trauma he tells you you can tell him about it if you’re comfortable with doing so, if not he’s ok with that too
DOMA — UPPER MOON 2
rlly enjoys your company (mainly cause no one else is really fond of his company and he low key feels lonely sometimes)
your talkative behaviour is appreciated also, since he likes hearing you talk about whatever comes to mind
whenever he has to be with his cult he’ll insist that you sit next to him, no questions asked
likes that you follow him around like a lost puppy, it makes his god complex sky rocket, but he also likes that he’s never alone
AKAZA — UPPER MOON 3
acts like it bothers him but dw cause it doesn’t
he’s like touch starved and has felt lonely for a long time, so he actually appreciates you in his shadow
whenever you start talking, he seems like he isn’t listening but he is, he’s just focusing on multiple things at once and he’s also not the best with talking in general
if you’re ever anxious when he goes somewhere for a bit (like an upper moon meeting), he’ll try his best to comfort you, albeit a bit rusty
