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potionio · 11 months
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The ache for home lives in all of us.
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nerosdayinanime · 6 months
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kny x tokyo ghoul au
was thinking abt following tokyo ghoul's storyline and making nezuko get organ donor ghoul-ified like kaneki but on second thought that seems a bit boring. the slayer marks (tanjiro's specifically- that one frame in the red light district arc where he looks like hes absolutely lost it) made me think of the sort of insanity thing with centipede kaneki when he started eating ghouls. (nezuko's bout of literally losing control of herself beating daki is probably a bit closer tho) dont know what to do with that. tanjiro being human and having to keep nezuko safe with her new life as a half-ghoul is pretty cool but i dont know. could make it different
#sakonji as coffee shop owner and sabito & giyuu as workers and the fox squad being the underground Good Ghouls makes me kick my feet#goth/alt vibe makomo as the mask maker MWAH and sabito & giyuu playing as regular college kids. giyuu 'eating' out with friends and#sabito drive-by eating his food before booking it (Sabito-! you bastard!) and later when theyre alone giyuu holding his hair back#(you should stop eating my food all the time..) ((im fine- as long as it makes it easier on you))#tanjiro working as a server & nezuko more as#.#i forgot hanae-san also voiced Kaneki#what the fuck is it with him and voicing the main characters of anime about the morality of cannibalism#its not much but its weird that its happened twice#i completely fucking forgot abt that and here i am literally putting tanjiro in his place#as i was saying nezuko has a 'job' there but shes not actually employed or forced to work she just hangs around in uniform like her brother#while tanjiro's the one thats employed. shes the cute mascot of the place and sabito gets hype with her and it entertains ppl#sabito nezuko interactions beloved<3 she makes him go big brother mode#giyuu's behind the counter helping sakonji make coffee so he doesnt have to interact with people (as much)#something something also half-ghoul genya being an antagonist at first until tanjiro & nezuko's bond makes him change his mind#and he becomes the newest employee at the coffee shop. que him and sabito bickering at eachother like children and tanjiro being so#sweetfaced and genuinely kind to him & giyuu being a chill comforting presence he can go to#confides in them his fear about his brother and the guilt he feels for being around them bc it puts them in danger#mm#sweet au. great playing field to ruin absolutely everyone#i should rewatch/read tokyo ghoul its been almost a year i think#do that then decide how i want the au to play out if i want it to try to follow that storyline or if i should do some worldbuilding fuckery#of my own instead to completely change how nezuko & genya's half-ghoulness would happen#i remember i dropped tokyo ghoulre but i dont remember why. didnt bother after that Hide scene in the anime but i dont remember y the manga#i was listening to Seijatachi for writing vibes and stared a bit too long at the album image i put#kny#tokyo ghoul#kamado tanjiro#kamado nezuko#kny x tokyo ghoul au
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mobiused · 10 months
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this is dumb but do you also sometimes feel like Yves is trying to (maybe subconsciously?) visually emulate Sulli? like some of the pictures she posts are way too sulli-esque lol
I think that's definitely possible. Sulli was a trendsetter, and her impact is long lasting - at the same time, Sulli is also not the only one who does these 'Sulli-esque' photos; many of both Yves' and Sulli's photos hark back to the Cyworld style of selfies and aesthetic, which I suppose could be analagous to the early days tumblr aesthetic of pre 2013, or even myspace (notably, Cyworld predates myspace).
Alongside Yves and Sulli, you might notice that Hyuna also, from time to time, posts photos in a similar vein to this aesthetic (though also has her unique style) - and a lot of older generation idols will often have predebut or simply older pictures in this style too. But I think there's something that is common between them, whether intentional by Yves or not.
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apaclypse · 2 years
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*      ☂   @ochrepaints​  jaime said  :  ❛ what have you done to yourself ? ❜
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❛   well  believe it or not,   jaime,   ❜   he peels off his blazer as he saunters into the safehouse,   throwing open the medicine cabinet and pulling out alcohol and a box of bandages.   ❛   it turns out when bullets graze you,  they do more  than just bounce off.   ❜   sarcasm leaks from his tone as he looks down at his arm,   wincing  as he douses it in alcohol.   it wasn’t the first time  he’d had to stitch himself up,   by now it was a practiced art,   and with the way things had been going for him,   he had  a strong inclination  that it would not be the last time.
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annoyance gives way to anger as he threads a needle through his flesh,   sparing a moment to finally look over at her,   ❛   you lied to me.   ❜   he was not going to entertain the idea that her intel had been wrong.   she’d set him up.   why ?   he’d covered his bases,   made  sure she didn’t know the truth about him.   ❛   you said the warehouse would be  empty  when i blinked in so,   ❜   five scowls at her,   ❛   do enlighten me as to why there were armed guards surrounding your package.   ❜
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boatem-kinhelp · 2 years
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could i get a playlist for shapeshifter!keralis? :O — 🌲
sure can!! <3
ruler of everything (tally hall)
fate of the stars (tally hall)
spring and a storm (tally hall)
a hymn for a scarecrow (tally hall)
dream sweet in sea major (miracle musical)
fairytale (alexander rybak)
body (mother mother) (TW here for body horror / gore mentions)
hermit the frog (marina and the diamonds)
baby hotline (jack stauber)
the night we met (lord huron)
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arcadian-vampire · 2 years
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N e ways that quiz was neat. Inspiring kinda. Worshipping the sun and the moon hasn't quite been enough, I need more to my r.eligion and this has got me Thinkin
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megofwands · 1 year
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i want to have sex with a priest
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watchmegetobsessed · 1 month
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MAD MAN
A/N: he looked like a snack, his ce vibes were too strong to hold them back
base of the idea was by @harrysblackcoat
WORD COUNT: 1.3k
SUMMARY: You came to the game to forget about the massive fight you had with Harry a few days ago, but your alone time is soon interrupted by the man you've been trying to avoid.
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You weren’t planning to come today. Well, you were, until about four days ago, but then the whole ordeal happened with Harry and suddenly you didn’t want to do anything else than stay at home, cry or either sleep until you forget about the shit you both said. 
It was nasty. You don’t even remember how it started, maybe it was because he got home too late, or was it because you couldn’t choose a restaurant again and it always drives him crazy.
You have no idea what started it, you only remember how bad it got. Screaming, shouting, saying the worst things you ever did and probably neither of you meant. But you said them and you can’t take them back. 
Maybe packing your stuff and leaving wasn’t your best idea, but you needed time and space. Harry has been blowing your phone up ever since, but you feel like you need just a little bit more time away from him to think about… well, the two of you. 
You’ve had the ticket for months and you didn’t have the heart to miss out on the game just because of what happened. So you pulled yourself out of your depression cave, aka your old apartment you still haven’t sold since moving in with Harry and came to the game. Now you’re sitting in your usual seat, waiting for it to start while trying your best to keep him out of your thoughts at least until the end. 
Looking across the stadium you see the VIP section and immediately, you fail at not thinking about him, because you think of how he is the kind of man that would be standing there, sipping on something fancy and expensive. 
Groaning you turn your attention to your drink, playing with the straw, but then you remember the time you explained to Harry why this is your favorite seat in the stadium.
“Okay, enlighten me, baby,” he smirked at you, pulling you to his lap after pushing himself away from his desk.
“It’s close to the exit, I can leave before the crowd gets moving, the toilet is 20 seconds away and the line is always short, because the one by the F stairs is more popular. And…” You peaked at him, checking if he was still listening and there he was, giving you his undivided attention with a cheesy smirk on his handsome face. “And the drinks are better in the buffet that’s behind.”
“Better?” he chuckled. “Baby, they are the same.”
“Nope,” you shook your head. “It’s less… watery.”
“Mm, if you say so,” he smirked and then kissed you, making you forget about what you were talking about just a moment ago.
You need to blink your tears away. You promised yourself you wouldn’t be crying during this game, that you wouldn’t think about how much you miss him and how even despite the fight you love him more than anyone. 
You dig into your bag for a tissue, right when someone tries to squeeze past you to their seat. The tall man inches into the row, his long coat brushing your knees while you’re still elbow deep in your bag and you faintly register that he sits beside you. 
“Here,” he deep voice speaks up beside you and you know who it is even before his hand moves into your view, holding out a tissue. 
“What are you doing here?” you ask, taking the tissue without looking at him. 
“Why do people come to football matches?” he asks back and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “I’m here because you wouldn’t answer the phone.”
“That might mean that I don’t want to talk to you,” you casually reply, staring ahead of you.
Harry exhales sharply beside you and his knee presses against yours, making you gasp.
“Y/N, I hope you didn’t think I would just let you slip out of my hands like that, right? We need to talk.”
“And you thought a football game would be the best place for that?” 
“This seems to be the only way to get you to talk to me, so yeah.”
“How did you even know I would be sitting here?”
“Because you told me this is your favorite seat.”
“I did not. I just told you I have one, I never told you it’s this one.”
You sit in silence for a bit, trying to figure out if maybe you did tell him the exact seat, but you get to the same point: you didn’t.
“I never told you, so how did you know?” you ask and finally look at him. His beauty strikes you, as always, the chiseled jawline, the slope of his nose, the curly lashes, he still takes your breath away. 
He runs his tongue across his lips and then looks at you.
“The drink,” he then finally says.
“What?”
“The drink. It really is better here.” You watch him and he continues. “I tried… I tried them all in the stadium and it really is less watery.”
He tried them all. He went around the stadium and tried them all to figure out where you’re sitting. 
“Now that you’re listening to me, can we talk?” he then asks with a soft smile. “Or it could be just me speaking, but I really want to tell you what I’ve been thinking about the past few days.”
“Okay,” you breathe out. “Talk then.”
His gaze lingers on your face, as if he is taking in every tiny detail before speaking up again.
“I fucked up, Y/N. I said all those terrible things in the heat of the moment and I regretted them right away. I didn’t mean any of them.”
“Not even when you said that all I do is get on your nerves?” you find yourself asking.
“You do get on my nerves, Y/N,” he says and you’re just about to open your mouth, but he is quick to continue. “You make me go crazy in the best way possible. With your silly dancing in the kitchen, the way you sing every song with the wrong lyrics and swear your version is the right. When you get mad at me for using words you don’t know the meaning of, or when you put me in my place when I’m being a total ass… you make me go crazy… for you.”
Your eyes are tearing up again and when his hand moves to your knee you lean closer to him, wanting more of his touch instantly. 
“I love you, Y/N. I never thought I could love someone this much, but you just always prove me wrong,” he chuckles softly and your hand finds his on your leg, your fingers locking together. “Please come back. I’m nothing without you. Come back and get on my nerves every day because I want to be a mad man, but only if it’s you who makes me crazy.”
Now you’re fighting the urge to cry like a baby. You love this man and you can’t imagine a day when you won’t. 
“I’m sorry too,” you whisper, tears rolling down your cheeks. He reaches up and wipes them with his thumb. “I didn’t mean it when I said you must be fucking all your assistants at work.”
“That hurt,” he smiles bitterly.
“I just… I still wonder why you chose me,” you admit with a shrug. 
“Because you’re the one for me,” he simply answers, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. You take a deep breath and exhale it shakily before leaning in and kissing him. The game starts right when your lips meet, but all the screaming and clapping tunes out as you’re back in the arms of the man you love. 
“Do you want to move to the VIP section?” you ask. 
“Nope,” he smirks down at you. “This really is the best seat.”
“See? I told you!” chuckling, you just pull him in for another kiss before making yourself comfortable with his arm around your shoulders.
Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!
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medicinemane · 1 year
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Had a very weird dream where there was a direct connection between a very ordered shadow and a very chaotic one, and a lot of order was leaking through to make the chaos shadow very freaky
We're talking an endless floor of bright neon green grid surrounding computer background black on the floor with repeated perfect square about 20x20 feet, and the sky was the same black but with one singular outline in a darker neon green, and the sky between them once again the same black
It stretched out endlessly with the only feature being a thin line of unknown structures or contraptions at regular intervals looking something like a redstone world done along a single axis
People from the order side of things were stumbling through and losing their minds because time was all piled right on top of itself. They'd see things like possible future adult children, and feel compelled to hurt themselves to protect them, and at the exact same time many years later the kid would be coming across a vision of their parent who disappeared right when they were born in that crazed and injured state
So basically all the order bleeding through created a kind of dimension of horror and madness that wasn't like that before (probably just kind of a blank primordial nothing), which they then were able to stumble into or have leak back into their world for good old classic horror times
Which I think is kind of a cool thing, having your dimension be the corrupting one in the tear
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kennedyhateskanye · 2 months
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Across the ellieverse
An: you guys ate up my horny looser!ellie??!!??? I’ve been silently consuming Ellie Williams smut fan fiction for like a year now and it’s so silly and fun that I wrote something that made people horny. Swear I’ll write another one once I perfect the concept in my little Neanderthal mind.
Concept: there are so many distinct versions of Ellie on here that you guys write about, and I am so attracted to each and every one of them. This is kind of a conglomerate of some of my favorites.
STRICTLY 18+
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Hockeyplayer!ellie who calls you a puck bunny and smacks your ass when you ride her thick strap, she’s got that hockey accent and it comes out stronger than usual when she’s inside of you. She pumps hard cause sports have turned her into someone so cocky and vain. It makes it feel even better when she gets off the ice after a rough game, yanking jerseys and shoving players to protect her goal tender. she takes her mouth gaurd out and pumped full of the pride from her fresh win, she fucks you doggy style in the locker room with her jersey between her teeth exposing her flexing abdominal muscles. Insists on you wearing something cute, but not too slutty to her games because she doesn’t need her teammates getting a peak up your skirt while they’re waiting in the box by the stands.
Looser!ellie who whimpers when she pushes her fingers inside you for the first time, practically drooling while she heavy breathes. She’s got a shocked look on her face the whole time, taking in the smell and taste of pussy since shes never experienced it before. Her plaid boxers are soaked when you let her play with your cunt. she whispers things like “oh my fuck” under her breath as she whines from the sight of your sloppy pussy swallowing her fingers. The first time you two properly made out and she got to grope your tits, she was literally eyes blown wide mouth open. Her voice cracked as she said “mm is this okay” whimpering as she smooshed your tits together, SALAVATING at the sight. That night while you kissed sloppily she found herself rutting and against you in her jeans, she was so embarrassed but she just couldn’t help it.
Toxic!ellie who wants you to know she could have anyone she wants, when you argue she sends you the old photos she has in her my eyes only, of her fucking girls like they were an expendable commodity. She knew you’d be too jealous not to forgive her, afraid she’d go out and fuck some girl if you carried on pouting. While she pounds into you she presses down on your tummy, leans into your ear and sternly says “take it bitch”. You two were constantly on again off again, you’d make it a couple days without talking to her after your friends finally convinced you she was horrible for you, and to block her. then you’d get a text from a ‘text now’ number saying simply, “let me the fuck in, I’m at the side door.” She knows how addicted to her you are, and she makes sure to bring it up when she’s slamming you into the mattress, ass bent over the bed, and ripping your skirt up over your legs. “You know you can’t go without this dick, can you?” Of course, you give into her mind games “n-no! Fuck, mmmm I can’t go without it”
Pornstar!ellie who knows your the real star of the show, makes sure the livestream gets a good view of your pussy as she rubs your clit, smacks it, and asks the chat a series of questions. “Isn’t this pussy so pretty” “what should I do to it ?” “How long do you think she’d last if I tied and vibed her today, I know you guys fucking love that” “she won’t stop squirming, what should i do to make sure she sits still and shuts the fuck up, I’m trying to film”
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thewaywardfangirl · 2 years
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OH???
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missmonsters2 · 2 years
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Hey miss! How are you today??
I was just wondering if you write for Kate Bishop? Or… are you planning to?
I really hope so, you’re one of my favourites
I don't know yet as I still haven't seen hawkeye 😅
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nobody-nexus · 2 months
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TADC AU Theme Songs! Cause Why Not?
I'll be saying the AU, sending the link, and @ing the person who owns the AU as well as gives my reasonings for the theme song. I just think giving some love to AUs would be cool!
Carnival AU - Belonging to @sm-baby - Puppets Never Die Why?: Honestly it's about two people working together to leave a harmful situation and everyone's trying to stop them- it's legit THE plot of this AU. That, plus the voices fit the characters
Freakshow AU - Belonging to @hootbon - Freak Show (PI3RCE) Why?: I legit was listening to this at a grocery store and I was just thinking about this AU listening to it. Aside from the name, it feels like it's trying to lure Freakshow!Pomni into a false sense of security
Horror Circus AU - Belonging to @thc-au - HEAVEN SAYS (MM) Why?: It has the energy of THC!Pomni taunting Caine alongside the other horror circus cast and I adore every moment of that energy. She HAS that mocking energy of "Lmao try to beat us YA CAN'T"
Circus of Hell AU - Belonging to @circus-of-hell - Uh Oh! Why?: It's about making mistakes and calling out being a liar, and although I dunno a LOT about the AU cause I didn't make it, I do know that this seems to be the vibes from this AU so yeah why not?
Corruption AU - Belonging to @rabid-mercenary15 - Sleepwalk Why?: The part of this song that goes 'then it becomes a problem' for some reason gives off SUCH 'the others corrupting' vibes, also it's almost like this is a way to narrate Zooble and Pomni surviving
Ragamaster AU - Belonging to @milezperprower - Happy Face Why?: From the information that I know, this song is fucking PERFECT- specifically for Ragatha in this AU herself. Smile through the pain while being a bitchy girlboss as they say <333
Terrible Circus AU - Belonging to @obamerzslop - Shit Why?: Although it's more of a comedic option, I feel like this song literally just fits the entire vibe of the AU- as if "POV you're in the terrible circus and you hate it here" kind of song- thus why it's here
That's all that ones I thought of! If I think of more, I shall update this! For now, have a nice day! And for those who own the AUs I mentioned, I REALLY HOPE I got the vibes down cause honestly I've been wanting to do this for a while and uhhhh yeah sorry for bothering you with this it's been in my head for days now and I wanted to get it out and into the world
Have a lovely day folks ^^
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mrsshabana · 1 month
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gyutaro x reader, but... reader is secretly a eldritch horror. like if he asks a question (ex: where did you get that?) they'd be like 'don't worry about it, dear~' or 'That doesn;t reeeeeeaally matter, does it? I'm just happy you like it, love~' just reader giving the most the overly ominous vibes when it comes to stuff they do. and gyutaro hasn't seen reader eat like normal humans so he'd assume they too is a demon but noooo reader is SO much more
ya dig or no?
𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Somehow Gyutaro piques the interest of an eldritch being. He has no idea what you are but he can't help but feel undeniably drawn to you. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Canon!Gyutaro x ???!Reader, reader technically doesn't have a gender BUT reader takes on the form of a female. ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2k words. I actually REALLY love this idea... I kind of just went on a whim and wrote this. It's very different from what I usually write and it's very mysterious. But I hope you like it anyway!
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It was a foggy night.
Gyutaro stands in a pool of blood. Having followed a demon slayer out of the district and into the nearby woods. Ending his life as soon as he turned his back.
Nothing out of the usual for Gyutaro. But everything felt off somehow. The air was thicker, the dew on the grass felt damper, and the wind seemed to whisper to him. He could feel each individual speck of moisture hit his skin as the fog traveled through the air.
He stands there, feeling something similar to dread but also somehow comforting at the same time. Unmoving as he stares at the corpse before him, too overwhelmed by the environment to enjoy his meal.
He blinks.
"So... pretty you are," you stand inches from his face, caressing his cheek with a hand that feels devoid of life.
Gyutaro's body completely freezes up. How did you get there? He never saw you approach him. One moment he was looking at his prey, and the next there was a woman right in front of him.
He feels like he can't breathe, like the air left his lungs the moment your skin touched his.
You remove your hand from his cheek, "What kind of... creature may you be?" You ask as if you already know the answer.
And for some reason, Gyutaro feels compelled to answer you immediately, "I'm... a demon."
It's a similar feeling to when he's in the presence of Master Muzan. Like he has no choice but to obey. Like it's in his DNA to obey you. Or maybe there is another force that gives him no choice.
The corner of your lips slowly curl into a smile, "How lovely..."
For some reason, it feels incredibly difficult for him to avert his gaze from yours. But with all of his willpower, he manages to do so. Looking down at you, observing your form.
You look like an ordinary human woman. But your aura feels like something else, something that terrifies him to think about.
You're quite beautiful too. Having a perfectly symmetrical face, almost too symmetrical. It took him far too long to notice that you were completely nude. Your body looks ordinary as well at first glance. But when he looks closer he realizes that there is a fine, black dust covering your skin. He doesn't know what it is, but the smell of it reminds him of burning corpses.
But underneath that strange smell, he doesn't smell a human nor a demon. You don't smell like anything at all. Perhaps the smell of the universe if that could be described.
"Wh-Who are you...?" he croaks.
"Mm... You may refer to me as," you pause for a moment, "Y/N."
"W-Well Y/N, you must be very cold," his voice quivers, "Let's get you inside."
He has no idea why he would even suggest such a thing. Demons shouldn't fraternize with humans like this, but you just feel so different. He can't help but feel overwhelmingly drawn to you.
"Yes... let us do so... Gyutaro," you say while gently taking his hand.
Without thinking, he takes your hand and turns towards the district. Completely forgetting his meal.
And that's when he realizes, he never told you his name.
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Gyutaro eventually stopped questioning what you were. Maybe you were just a very strange human? Or perhaps you were some type of other creature. If demons exist then it isn't out of the realm of possibility that you were some kind of creature similar to himself.
He got no answers to his questions about you, but all he knew was that he enjoyed your presence.
You'd come around often. Sometimes you'd stay multiple nights with him before disappearing. Most of the time you'd sit in silence together, allowing him refuge in your arms. You'll stroke his hair and comment how his birthmarks are "Atramentous" and "Abyssal yet prepossessing."
He loved the way you spoke to him.
And he'd gravely miss you when you'd leave. Sometimes for days on end, only to reappear again in a similar fashion to the first time you met. Nude and covered in a mysterious dust.
There were so many things about you that he didn't understand. Like how you seemed to always know what he was thinking. And how you would only blink if he noticed and thought about how you hadn't been blinking for too long.
Your movements, your speech, your presence - everything about you was alluring. He didn't know if it was because you were otherworldly, or if it was because he only saw you as such. After all, he loved you.
Maybe love makes you view someone in such a way? Like they are quite literally out of this world. He's never experienced love, so to him, it made enough sense to look past the strange things you did.
But Daki could not look past it like her brother did. She was terrified of you. You never did anything to her, but you didn't have to. She could feel something off about you, and it made her incredibly uncomfortable.
And every time she even thought about mentioning her discomfort to her brother, she'd be struck with immeasurable dread. She couldn't explain it, but it was enough to keep her quiet. So she lied to her brother and stayed out of your way.
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It was a foggy night, almost identical to when you first met, when you asked him to follow you into the forest.
He followed you blindly. Not out of fear or lack of control, but because he trusted you completely.
You lead him to a lake in the middle of the forest. How has he never noticed it was here? He's explored the wilderness surrounding the district hundreds of times over the century that he's been alive. And he's never once seen this lake.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" You say with a smile, though the somber tone in your voice betrays you. You sound as though you're mourning something very important to you.
"It is," Gyutaro smiles despite noticing your tone, "I've never noticed it was here before."
"Maybe you have never noticed it because you didn't need to."
"Maybe," he grins, always enjoying the allusive way in which you speak, "It reminds me of you..."
"How so?" you cock your head to the side like you're surprised by his statement.
He steps closer to the body of water, looking down at the calming ripples on its surface. "It's mysterious and beautiful..."
For the first time, it seems like the words coming out of his mouth weren't what you were expecting. When you speak with him, it's as if you always know what he will say. But not this time.
"Thank you," you murmur. "Perhaps we are one and the same... this lake and I." You step closer to him, your shoulders touching as you look down into the lake as well. "Would you say... that you love this lake?"
His cheeks turn crimson as he nods, "Y-Yes, I do."
You smile, leaning your head against his shoulder, "It loves you too."
The two of you sit in comfortable silence, watching the water ripple and the moonlight twinkle on its surface. Gyutaro never notices how the ripples seem unaffected by the direction of the wind.
"Do you love it so much that you want to become closer to it...?" You whisper, looking up into his demonic irises.
His mouth opens for a moment, then closes momentarily before opening again, "I want to be as close as possible to it..."
"... to become one...?
He nods eagerly, "M-More than anything..."
"If it is your will... then it is ours." You leave his side and begin slowly walking towards the body of water, removing your clothes as you do so.
Gyutaro's eyes widen and he follows your lead, removing his clothes as well without question.
Once he's rid of his clothes you turn around and hold his face in the palms of your hands. Slowly pulling him into the water. He feels as though he's in some kind of trance as he follows you deeper, but at the same time, it feels like he's exactly where the universe wants him to be.
As the water surrounds his body it feels almost embryonic. Warm and comforting, like he's being embraced entirely by you.
He follows you until his feet no longer touch the bottom of the lake. The only part of him above the water is his head. He watches as you slowly descend into the water, it envelopes your face but you remain keeping eye contact with him.
You gently pull his face closer to yours until your lips touch.
Gyutaro's eyes close as his entire body feels ethereal. Light yet heavy, happy yet sad, alive yet dead.
His lips stay connected to yours as his head submerges under the water. Sinking endlessly into the lake, your kiss never breaks. He doesn't realize that he stopped breathing long ago. Nor does he feel any urgency to breathe or return to the surface. All he wants is to stay here forever, with you.
To his dismay, you break the kiss. Gyutaro opens his eyes and sees you. Yet it entirely isn't you. Or at least it's not the you that he's used to seeing.
You are everything yet nothing all at once.
In his eyes, you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
And as you pull him deeper into this seemingly endless abyss, he sees a flicker of light coming from the darkness below.
It gets closer... and closer... and closer...
His eyes widen when he sees what it is. A moon. But not just a moon, it appears to be the surface of the water.
Gyutaro wants to reemerge on the other side - to be with you. But he feels like he has an important decision to make. One he doesn't quite understand.
Feeling compelled to look behind him, back to the direction in which he came, he does just that. But he doesn't recognize the scene from which he left. It was a calm night, was it not?
Then why does he see fire and ash?
Why does he feel so sad? Looking back, he feels so many things. Like a complete failure, filled with so much self-hatred. Like every decision he made didn't make a difference. Everything he tried to do was for nothing because he couldn't escape what the universe had planned for him. He was cursed from the beginning.
He took and took his entire life, but no matter how much he took from others he could never have it for himself.
The scales would never tip in his favor. It was destined to be that way from the start.
But with you, his curse isn't ignored nor is it gone. It's celebrated and accepted. When he's with you, the scale is flipped upside down.
Gyutaro swims deeper and never looks back. Reemerging on the other side.
His head rises out of the water and he opens his eyes to see you. You look... normal? And nothing seems out of the ordinary. The lake and the forest look exactly the same as they did before he went under the water.
"How do you feel, my love?" you chime, holding his hands beneath the water.
"I-I feel... great," he looks around, sedately, "Perfect actually." Finally, he smiles.
"I'm so glad to hear that." With an elated grin, you lead him out of the water once again.
The two of you make your way out of the lake. And he sees his clothes lying on the bank, just where he had left them.
He bends down and picks up his trousers, but pauses when he notices something unusual. A fine, black dust on his fingertips.
"Are you excited to spend eternity together?"
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suguru-getos · 10 months
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summary: kaveh the sweetheart, the precious man you thank the archons for every single time. sometimes... he also has a mean streak; the streak you bring out after carefully caliberated moves. you’d have to tease him, you’d have to make him jealous to land yourself here.
mentions of overstimulation (f!rec, meanie kaveh :3)
“not so fun now is it?” kaveh cooed, watching you struggle as your legs tied up from the corners from the bed felt restricted & in pain. a vibrator nudged against your sensitive bundle of nerves as kaveh pulled out another high off you.
your body felt like it was on fire, your senses felt like they were haywired, pain and pleasure overwhelming every nerve ending in your body. your panting, heaving chest, bubbling warm tears drenching the pillow were all a sight to behold. kaveh could almost feel pity for you if it weren’t for your longing determination to watch him snap.
“didn’t you want to brat out? why are you inching away from the consequences?” he leaned in, twisting and pinching your tits, perked up because of the pleasure waves in your core. 
“didn’t you?” kaveh asked, once more, annoyance laced in his voice because of your lack of answers.
“kaveh-” you panted rabidly, whimpering and staring at him for mercy doe-eyed. you had so much fun, pressing his buttons... but after feeling like you will pass out from overstimulation, you miss your boyfriend’s usual self. the caring, kind, spoiling self.
“kaveh- please-”
“please what angel? want more? alright! i will give you more.” kaveh cooed, letting the vibe on the highest setting.
you shrieked, mewling out at the soaring feeling and how your walls throbbed. head shaking in defiance as you negated his torture, “no no no please kaveh please”
“begging mess...” kaveh sighed, letting you recover a bit by adjusting the vibe to normal.
“if you truly are sorry, then you’d let go once more, then maybe another time, then maybe another..” kaveh’s voice echoed in your ear drums in a taunting, tantalizing way.
“no- i can’t- i can’t!” you cried out, already feeling another painful orgasm build up inside you. you didn’t know at this point how much you could give him more. kaveh... on the other hand, seemed especially hungry, unsatiable for you.
“yes you will, you know how? because i will take care of it personally.” kaveh’s hands languidly touched your swollen nub, watching you jolt up in sensitivity.
“yes you will... angel. everything comes with a price, mm?”
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cherryjuiceblues · 6 months
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maybe demonrry with a knife kink i feel like itd fit his vibe idkkkk
✰ demon!harry suggestive content. knife kink. minors dni. 𝑤𝑐 0.7k ッ vanilla lime masterlist
“What are you makin’?” Y/N leans her cheek against the palm of her hand, elbows digging into the table as she watches Harry’s fingers curl around the knife’s handle. The light bounces from the blade to his rings, glinting as he works nimbly.
“Vegetable lasagne,” he murmurs—unsurprised by her presence. He’d heard the change in her heartbeat, the creak of the sofa, and the shuffling of her feet along the floor. “Can you get me the garlic? Thanks, love.”
She settles her bum against the edge of the table, watching from a distance, gaze still focused on the capability of his hands. “Harry…” 
“Mmm,” he hums—unquestioning.
“Why do you cook?” It’s something she’s wondered before but never asked.
Harry presses the flat edge of the knife against the garlic, squishing until it turns to mush. His forearms flex. “Got a hungry lady to feed, don’t I?”
“Yeah,” she smiles, catching the grin he throws her way. “But… you could just snap your fingers. Why go through all the effort?”
He reaches for a peeled carrot and starts chopping it, and then dicing it. “I’ve had a long time to perfect many different art forms, Bambi… and cooking happens to be one that I enjoy.”
Y/N wonders what other art forms he’s perfected that involve knives and sharp objects alike. What kind of art he could make with that blade right there. “You look good,” she admits, “when you cook.”
Harry laughs at that, “Did y’just compliment me?” He turns to look at her briefly. “What do you want, what are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” she says—far too abruptly.
“Yes, y’are. C’mon, what is it you’re drooling over now?”
Her jaw drops, “I don’t drool.” She’s insistent, dismayed.
He smiles so knowingly. “Heartbeat gives you away every time, baby.”
He’s being sweet with the pet names; trying to lure her in—break down her walls. Confess, he may as well be whispering into her ear. The knife shimmers like an extension of his own hand. The damage he could inflict, the power he could wield. The fact of her safety despite such facts—heat starts to swarm in Y/N’s abdomen.
Harry’s brain whirs away; silently monitoring the uptick of her heart when he does certain things. Places the knife down, stirs the sauce, peels an onion, picks the knife up, puts it down again.
He smiles to himself. And then he’s in front of Y/N, table screeching slightly against the floor, the knife’s tip pointing underneath her chin. She shrieks and her heart starts to struggle inside of her chest—begs to escape from her ribs. “It couldn’t be this, could it, sweetheart?” Harry’s low voice drips like arousal between her thighs.
Y/N shakes her head. “Be careful with—that!” But it’s a null comment, a pointless suggestion. There’s not a single ounce of genuine fear; just pure adrenaline.
“My little human wants to be carved up, hm?”
“No! God, no,” Y/N exhales, neck straining as far back as it can reach with the way Harry’s thick body presses her into the edge of the table. “Not—not carved,” she swallows.
“Not carved,” Harry repeats, twisting his wrist slowly. Admiring the shape of the blade, the shine of the steel. “But nicked, maybe. Caressed?” He brings it down, tapping the point against her collarbone. She gasps. “Scared. She wants to be scared. Powerless against the bad man with the knife… is that it? Is that…what you want?”
“May—maybe,” she gulps, tongue thick in her mouth—eyes fixed on Harry’s inky ones and lashes desperately fluttering.
“Mm,” he hums, smile nothing short of sadistic. “My little freak of a girl,” blade flattening against her cheek, pushing ever so lightly into the flesh. He holds it there as his stare bores into Y/N’s own—feeling this new game out, testing the waters, bathing in them.
But then it disappears abruptly, and Harry steps back, analysing the knife with faux interest. He turns away from her, rinsing it under the tap before he resumes slicing vegetables. Y/N inhales shakily, pushing herself onto the table with weak muscles.
“Harry,” she whispers—half whine, half whimper.
He looks round with a charming smile, so easily an innocent man once again, “Be a good girl and sit tight,” he says, “I’ll decide if you deserve it.”
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