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[haidynsrecs]

OFFLINE

Hey guys!! Welcome to chapter two of OFFLINE. Just a heads up, this chapter is spent mostly with Mitsuri. Btw, I'd recommend reading chapter one for this story to make more sense. Here is Chapter 1 There is some dark themes in this story, but nothing sexual. (This chapter is slightly less darker than chapter one!) ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ You thought your last encounter was the end of what you'd hear from the siblings. But after doing some more research, you realize you couldn't be more wrong. ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ WORD COUNT: 3K!

!CHAPTER TWO!- One Click Leads to Another

What the fuck was that?

What the fuck just happened?

Your ears are ringing, but that might be due to the fact that your heart is pounding so fast you can hear it in your skull.

You’ve seen weird stuff on Omegle before. The weird men, the edgy teens that probably listen to Nirvana and can’t name five songs, and people flashing you.

But this? This was way more different than anything before. This was way too creepy, and way too real.

You reach forward to your laptop again, and reopen OmeTV.

You desperately skip through people, hoping to find Ume again. There’s thousands of people on this site, but none of them are the cute pale girl with the long white hair.

Your hands are shaking now, and you didn’t even realize how much you were crying until a salty teardrop fell into your mouth.

Skip, skip, skip.

“Come on, please…” you mumble.

Your legs are still drawn up to your chest, with your blanket wrapped around you. All you can do is hear her damn mom. You can still hear Ume’s moms loud and ratchet voice rattling through your mind like an 8D audio, screaming from behind the locked door.

Your eyes start to burn, and before you know it, more salty tears are sliding down your face.

You feel absolutely insane.

You don’t even know this girl, and you don’t even know that what you saw was real. It could’ve been a prank for goodness sake! A really, really, fucked up one.

You start sobbing into your hands, until a soft knock on the door makes you flinch so hard that you knock your mouse off the bed.

The door creaks open, and Mitsuri peeks her head inside. Her hair looks like a mess of cotton candy, and her oversized shirt is falling off of one shoulder.

She notices your tears as soon as she stops rubbing her eyes, and her expression immediately shifts from sleepy to concerned.

“Hey… What’s wrong?” Mitsuri rushes to your side, her eyebrows furrowed. “Did something happen?”

You slam your laptop shut, a bit too loud. You don’t answer her. The truth is that you don’t even know how to answer.

Your chest feels tight, and your hands tremble badly. You desperately want to tell her what you just saw, but the emotions are too much to handle. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Mitsuri, noticing her friend's sorrow, yanks the blanket off your lap and wraps it around your shoulders instead.

“Hey… hey, it’s okay,” she says softly, pulling you into a hug. “Breathe, Y/N. I’m right here. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

You lift your tear stained face from your palms, and start breathing in and out. “M-Mitsuri…” you whisper. “Something happened.”

She pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, and brushes a strand of hair from your face. “Okay, talk to me. What happened?”

You hesitate, a headache starting to form. You know you’re gonna sound like such a liar, but you just have to bite the bullet.

“I… I went on Omegle. I just wanted to relax and have a little fun, y’know? Like— after work? At first it was just normal Omegle things. Creepy people, old men… But then…”

“I met this girl.”

Mitsuri blinks. “Okay…”

“Her name’s Ume. Or, well— Daki, but she told me her real name’s Ume. She was so sweet! She looked our age but then she said she was thirteen! S-she has white hair and blue eyes and—“ your voice cracks, “and she said her mom doesn’t let her leave the house, go to school, or even talk to people! She wasn’t even allowed to use the laptop! She was fucking hiding with it! And her room— Mitsu, it looked like a mattress on the floor and nothing else!”

Mitsuri’s expression darkens a little, concerning spreading on her face.

“And then—“ you stutter, wiping your leftover tears with your sleeve, “she told me about her brother. Gyutaro. He’s eighteen, and he’s not allowed in the house. She said her mom kicks him out constantly! But when their mom leaves for work, Ume sneaks him back inside.”

You pull the blanket tighter around yourself.

“And then— then—she asked me if I knew how to tie a slipknot!”

Mitsuri frowns hard, and you can tell she’s thinking about what you’re thinking. “So like… the rope?”

You nod slowly. “She said it was for a craft. That it ‘makes things fly’… but I think…” You hesitate. “I think it was something else. And then—“

You let out a breathy sigh as your voice gets thinner,

“There was yelling, screaming, and fighting. Ume turned off her camera and her mic and I just sat there. I was panicking, Mitsuri! Panicking!”

Mitsuri’s eyes widen in disbelief, and she’s not smiling anymore. Not like she even was from the start.

“She turned her camera back on for a second. She was in the closet. Then her mom came. Started banging on the door, screaming for Gyutaro. Like— Like absolutely unhinged! I couldn’t see her, but it sounded like something was wrong. It sounded fucking evil.”

“Then Gyutaro ran in and locked the door. He was protecting her! Then he saw the camera. I think the laptop was on the floor. He looked right at me,” your voice drops, “and he apologized.”

Another tear slips down your face, and you seem like you can’t even believe what you’re about to say.

“And he ended the call.”

There’s a long, long silence.

Your eyes dart towards Mitsuri’s, and you look at her helplessly. “I felt so damn useless… Not being able to do anything at all hurt me, Mitsuri. It really did… I don’t even know where she lives. But that wasn’t fake. None of it was. She’s real, and she’s clearly not okay.”

Mitsuri’s silent for a second, processing what she just heard. You can tell by the look in her face that she’s just as stunned as you are by the whole thing. 

You watch her blink, and lift her hands up to your shoulders, gently gripping them.

She finally speaks, quietly and firmly. “…That’s not normal.”

You nod frantically. “I know. I know, Mitsu—“

“No,” she cuts you off gently, shaking her head. “I mean—none of that is normal. That wasn’t just a bad home, Y/N. That was… that was dangerous. From what you’ve just told me, that girl sounded like she’s trapped.”

You stare at her, and for a second, you kind of feel like a child trying to explain why they didn’t hand in their homework. But she truly believes you. It’s in her voice, and in the way she’s sitting up now. Fully awake.

She exhales, eyes flickering to your closed laptop.

“And their mom? Jesus,” she mumbles. “That didn’t sound like a fight. That sounded like some psycho horror movie shit. You said she was banging on the door and screaming?”

You nod, the whole image vividly coming back to your mind. “She was shouting Gyutaro’s name over and over. She sounded like she wanted to kill him..”

Mitsuri’s jaw clenches, and she lets out a soft sigh.

“And Ume was just sitting there, letting it happen? At thirteen?”

You nod again, a little more heartbroken this time. “And just begging him not to close the tab.”

Mitsuri rubs her face, processing everything. Then she says, “Okay, okay. Listen to me, Y/N. We’re not gonna just sit here and do nothing! Something is seriously wrong with that family, and if that girl was telling the truth, then they definitely need help.

At this point, the tears on your face are already dried up. But that doesn’t mean a thing. That doesn’t mean more won’t come. 

You blink, your voice thin. “But… How? We don’t even know her last name. We don’t know anything.”

Mitsuri nods, biting the inside of her cheek in thought. “Okay, okay. We’ll start from what we do know. You said she has a brother named Gyutaro. And she goes by Ume. That’s something, I guess.”

“Maybe we can go through your browser history or something? Or maybe Reddit? You said she’s always in the house, and she doesn’t go to school, so she must be online a lot. There’s many people on Omegle, so some people had to have seen her before.”

☆

After talking to Mitsuri about what just happened instead of bottling everything up, you feel much better. It’s now 10:16PM, and Mitsuri is sitting right next to you on the bed instead of on the edge.

Mitsuri pulls your laptop closer and opens a private window, typing fast.

“Okay, let’s see if anyone’s posted about something like this. Maybe on forums or Reddit? I’ll check for threads about a girl named Daki or Ume, with a brother named Gyutaro, and a scary ass mom who won’t let them leave the house.”

You sit beside her, still shaky. Your eyes dart between the screen and your dark room.

Minutes start passing by. There’s been pages loading, threads scrolled, and maybe a few unrelated creepypasta stories that sound similar, but nothing exactly like what you just saw.

You drum a beat on your lap as you slowly start losing hope. You start thinking that maybe this is just stupid, and you should just drop it. Right?

You think that until—

Mitsuri freezes.

“Wait. Y/N! Y/N!” Mitsuri exclaims, tapping excessively on your shoulder. “I think I might’ve found something. Hold on.”

She clicks on an old, barely active thread on an obscure forum titled, “Has anyone else seen the siblings in that one town close to the entertainment district?”

The post is from a year ago, posted by someone named “ThatOneLeader_DoumaMWAH”

Wait… That name sounds familiar. Douma?

“Oh god,” Mitsuri mutters. “Douma? Ew, what kind of name is that? Some maniac or weird cult guy?”

You think deeply about this name. You swear you’ve heard it before. After nothing pops up in your brain, you just give up, deciding you’re just wasting time.

☆

ThatOneLeader_DoumaMWAH

“There used to be a girl in the neighbourhood I lived in a long while back. She was pale, and she had long white hair. I always saw her staring from outside her window. I’ve heard some people say her name was Ume, but I’m not sure. I NEVER saw her step outside that house before. Ever. 

There was also some tall guy too. A little younger than me. I think he was her brother. I always saw him digging in the trash behind the corner store. Their mom was insane though. She was always wasted at night, and I passed by her sleeping on the sidewalk with a bottle of sake or vodka.

Some nights, I’d hear screaming coming from inside that house. Cops came a few times, but nothing ever happened. I moved a long time ago, but I think they still live around there. Something's wrong with that house. Does anyone else know about this??”

☆

After reading, you and Mitsuri exchange a knowing look.

“That has to be them,” you whisper.

Mitsuri nods in agreement, and copies the username. “I think I’m gonna try to message them.” She says as she moves her finger across the trackpad. But then she pauses.

“Wait… Shinobu. That name— Douma. Doesn’t she know someone with that name? That one guy who was obsessing over her from that weird volunteering thing she did last year?”

As you listen to her words, your eyes widen. It finally clicks. Douma. That’s it.

“Wait, yes. She did that internship at the psych ward for juvenile offenders. I remember! She said there was this guy who wouldn’t stop smiling. Gave her the creeps.” You mumble that last part.

Mitsuri’s already whipped her phone out. She’s on her chats with Shinobu on SnapChat. “I’m calling her. Right now.”

You sit there, tapping the side of your hip impatiently with your finger.

The phone rings once. Twice.

Shinobu picks up.

“Hellooo?” Shinobu’s sleepy voice crackles through. “I just got back from watching this boring ass movie with Kanae…” she yawns, “What the hell do ya’ll want?”

“Shinobu!” Mitsuri squeals, “Listen, I’m with Y/N, and we have a situation. Do you remember a guy named Douma?”

There’s silence on the other end until, “…Yeah. Why?”

Mitsuri raises her eyebrows at you before placing the phone to the side of her head.

Mitsuri tells Shinobu about the whole situation. 

How you were on Omegle, and met this sweet girl named Ume. How everything was normal until it wasn’t. How the last thing you heard from Ume, was a scarring scene of her mother trying to hurt her brother while manipulating her into thinking she’s there to see her.

Shinobu understands the whole situation, and she actually had something to say. She said that Douma actually approached her once, and told her about a story similar. Before he could finish talking, Shinobu just swatted him off.

“…Okay,” Shinobu sighs, “Thanks for telling me. I think it’ll be a good idea to contact Douma— but…” She hesitates, “He might be a little weird. Just be safe, okay? Good luck.”

Shinobu hangs up, and Mitsuri slowly puts her phone down.

“…What did she mean by ‘a little weird?’ You ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“With Shinobu, that could mean literally anything.” Mitsuri snickers, rolling her eyes.

You nod slowly and unsurely. “And she still wants us to contact him?”

Mitsuri sighs. “Well, she didn’t say not to…”

Your laptop hums softly in the quiet room. The soft glow of the screen reflects on both your faces as you open the messaging option on the forum.

Mitsuri fully turns the laptop to you. “You wanna do the honors?”

You take the laptop and start typing.

Y/N_Is_N/Y! hey, douma? I saw your post about the siblings. the girl with the white hair. i think I just talked to her on omegle she said her name was ume. or daki. is she real? she also had a brother named gyutaro

You hit send, and now it’s time to wait. Seconds feel like minutes, and minutes feel like centuries. You and Mitsuri stare at the screen, anticipating nervously.

Typing…

He’s online!

The message comes surprisingly fast, maybe a little too fast. It’s almost like he’s been waiting his whole life to answer this question.

ThatOneLeader_DoumaMWAH Ohhh!! So you finally saw her? Isn’t she lovely?

You and Mitsuri glance at each other. Another message pops up instantly.

ThatOneLeader_DoumaMWAH U know… I told someone once. She didn’t listen to the rest of the story :( I’m glad you’re different. Do u wanna know what happened the last time I saw gyutaro?

Mitsuri, slightly panicking, grabs your wrist. “Don’t say yes yet. He might just be fucking with us.”

You really want to listen to her, but your curiosity is clinging onto you like a damn parasite. Plus, if you don’t say yes now, then maybe you’ll never know at all.

Despite her words, your fingers hover over the keys. “We need to know. This might be the only lead we’ll ever get.”

Mitsuri looks deeply into your eyes, and she hears you out. Maybe you’re right. Hesitantly, she takes a shaky breath, and nods.

You start typing.

Y/N_Is_N/Y! yeah. tell me.

Almost immediately, a new message pops up.

ThatOneLeader_DoumaMWAH :) okay.

You and Mitsuri just stare at each other, then back at the screen when a new message pops up.

ThatOneLeader_DoumaMWAH Sooo, picture this. I’m sixteen, and Gyutaro looks around twelve maybe? I’m out on a night stroll, minding my business, when I hear this loud ass woman screaming like she’s trying to win the Guinness world record for the “Worst Mom Ever.” She’s yelling at her son, and this is EXACTLY what she said. “Why do you have to be so fucking ugly?! You’re ruining my reputation here! You’re a damn curse. You’re lucky you have an angel as your sister, or I’d drag your ass down to hell with me.” Like, damn? Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I peeked over the fence, and I watched the guy literally shrink into himself like a turtle. Honestly, it’s no wonder the poor dude never wanted to leave the yard. Who would? Anyways, yeah, that’s what I saw. Moms a psycho, sisters an apparent “angel”, and that boy’s stuck in the middle. Crazy world we live in, right? Haha.

You blink at the screen, confused by the tone he’s texting with. It’s almost like he’s joking, but the story is so dark.

Mitsuri leans in, also confused. “Is he… serious? Or just messing with us?”

You shrug, but the weight of the story settles on your back like a boulder.

ThatOneLeader_DoumaMWAH Anyways, if u want more, just ask. :33

You and Mitsuri exchange looks, both half shocked, and half unsure of how to process this new information.

Mitsuri scoffs and blinks slowly. “Wow. That was… something.”

“Poor Gyutaro” You whisper, your voice soft and full of pity. “That’s… honestly heartbreaking. How can someone treat a kid like that?”

Mitsuri sighs, and tilts her head down.

“I don’t know, but now I want to know everything. There has to be more to the story, right? What happened after that night? Did anyone help them?”

You shrug, and look back to the laptop. You wonder if Douma knows more, so you start texting again.

Y/N_Is_N/Y! hey, can you tell us more? what happened next? u said you used to live around them?? Where is it?

Seconds tick by, but no response. After six minutes of waiting, another message pops up. You’re expecting an informational answer, but it’s just an emoji.

ThatOneLeader_DoumaMWAH ;)

You groan. “You’re fucking kidding me. Of course he’s ignoring us.”

Mitsuri looks just as dumbfounded as you. “I can see why Shinobu called this guy weird now.”

You shake your head, but you can help but smile a little. “At least we know a little more now, right? That counts for something.”

☆

You close your laptop again. It’s now 11PM, and you’ve spent your whole evening trying to solve a case that you really shouldn’t. This could just be a whole waste of your time, but at least you could possibly help someone in the end.

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KNY Boxer!Gyutar Shabana x Chubby!Reader - Float Like a Butterfly - I

Summary: Following a rough breakup, you've decided to get into shape. When you finally go to the gym with your friend, Mitsuri, you accidentally meet 'The Inkblot'- the gym boxing league's up-and-coming champ.

Warnings: Violence, strong language, body negativity, mentions of toxic relationships

"There's no way this is healthy," Mitsuri sighed, sitting at your bedside, petting your hair. "C'mon, you and Kai broke up like forever ago!"

"It's only been nineteen days..." You mumbled back into your pillow.

"You've been counting??" She gasped dramatically.

It was true, though. You'd counted the days since Kaigaku dumped you. You'd counted every photo with every skinny girl he'd posted on instagram. You'd counted every missed call he'd sent to voicemail. And you'd counted every calory you'd consumed in the mean time.

"I'm gonna get skinny and win him back," You grumbled.

"Honey, no-" Mitsuri sighed. "You don't need to win him back, he's the loser here!" She finally relented, knowing she won't be able to talk you out of your funk. "You know what?"

"What...?"

"Let's get you in shape." She said victoriously. "C'mon, we can diet together, go to the gym, keep each other accountable!"

"I don't know..." You mumbled, glancing up at her. "I don't wanna be looked at."

"Sure you do!" She contradicts. "We'll get you some of those super cute leggings that make your butt look good! You'll love it!"

-----

Despite how you argued, here you were. At the gym she frequents- Red Light Fitness, signing up for a long term mebership so you can't back out of it. In those magical booty TikTok leggings and an oversized Deftones t-shirt with worn out sneakers. After paying your dues, Mitsuri dragged you all around, giving you the grand tour, frequently stopping to talk to her fellow gym-rat friends for much longer than you'd like. You'd stand awkwardly to the side and politely nod when she motioned to you.

When she got to the back of the gym, she herded you into another room that had a boxing ring, space for chairs, and a small training room to the side. "We call this the Red Light Arena!" She chirped, gesturing to the ring. "On Friday's at seven, people from the gym's boxing league fight! People pay to get in and it helps fund the gym!"

"That's pretty cool, actually." You remarked with a small smile.

"Heck yeah it is!" She grinned. "I'm training so I can join!"

"You're wicked strong, I'm sure you'd do great." You encouraged warmly. Accepting your words, she leads you to the training room. You could see a few sandbags and dummies, but before you could observe too deeply, a tall, buff man sauntered over.

"Mitsuri, where ya been, pretty girl?" He beamed, wrapping an arm around her neck and digging his fist into her hair affectionately. "Who's this little lady?"

"Tengen, hi!" Mitsuri laughs, hugging him before stepping away. "This is my friend (Y/N), she just joined the gym!"

Tengen's attention fell on you, a mischievous grin on his face. "Well, aren't you the cutest little thing?" He offered you a hand, brightly colored fingernails drawing your gaze. "Tengen Uzui, a pleasure."

You nodded sheepishly and shook his hand. You knew this guy, your friend Suma was dating him- or so you thought? "(Y/N) (L/N)," You muttered shyly.

"No need to be nervous, baby, we don't judge here!" He laughed heartily, and Mitsuri joined in. You were working on a response when the door opened again. Another tall man with a terrible slouch and an imposing physique wandered in. He had shaggy black hair with green tips pulled into a top knot and sickly pale skin. He was covered head to toe with a black long-sleeved muscle shirt and grey sweatpants that cuffed at the ankles, sitting just about high-top Nike's. He was wrapping his hands with tape as he strode in confidently, giving you a sharp glance.

Tengen, upon noticing him, made a bee-line for the man, raising his hand to offer a high five that was ultimately ignored. "Gyutaro, my man, how's it goin'?" He beamed. "Don't leave me hanging!"

"Hi, Gyutaro!" Mitsuri waved sweetly, earning a curt nod. "That's Gyutaro Shabana," She whispered as she turned back to you. The name was familiar, you knew and Ume Shabana- not that the pair of you were quite fond of each other. "They call him 'The Inkblot' because of his birthmark." You peered over her shoulder to see him staring back, obviously able to hear the conversation. But you understood now. He had a big black birthmark that splattered across his face like ink flicked on a blank page.

"How fitting," You mumbled, taking your eyes off him.

"Right?" Mitsuri laughed lightly. "He's one of the best boxers in the league, he's literally undefeated!"

Glancing back at him, you weren't surprised. Even despite hiding his body, you could tell he was lean and quite muscular. Probably one of those protein-packed meatheads, you assumed.

Just as you were about to dismiss him, Tengen wandered back over with Gyutaro in tow. "Gyu, this is (Y/N)," His voice boomed, startling you as you hadn't seen him approach. Your attention snapped up to find the talented boxer just a few feet away now, eying you down like a dog might a rabbit. But aside from his scary, crooked teeth, stern gaze, and unsightly birthmark, one thing stuck out ot you.

He had beautiful eyes. Deep cobalt with long black lashes, like the legs of a tarantula you'd seen in a National Geographic magazine. His hardening gaze let you know you'd looked a mite too long, and you suddenly glanced away. "H-Hello," You mumbled, extending a shaky hand which he ignored.

"Don't sweat it," Tengen laughed. "Inkblot here's just shy around cute girls!" Gyutaro muttered something contradictory under his breath, but in truth, Tengen was absolutely right. He hated talking to girls, especially cute ones. They would always give him that look- the kind of look you give to someone you know is wreched to view, but you're too polite to make it obvious. But what was worse than talking to silently judgmental cute girls was talking to girls like you. Chubby, shy, and insecure.

Gyutaro's eyes shifted, sternly to the ceiling, and you assumed it was to spare himself having to look at you. You were half right. He wanted to keep his gaze from tracing your figure, his mind from wondering what was under that old Deftones t-shirt. Did you even listen to Deftones, or were you a poser like most people who wear band shirts to the gym?

After a few more minutes of agonizing small talk, Tengen eventually allowed him to sneak away and he tried not to admit to himself how hard he was showing off in front of you. Methodically adjusting the tape on his hands before sliding his gloves on, working the sandbag like it owed him money. He wanted so badly for you to notice him, to see the sweat dripping off him, to see his tight movements and controlled power.

Unfortunately, he didn't get the satisfaction of seeing you swoon for his skills as you turned away, following Mitsuri out of the training room and back into the main gym. Gyutaro didn't see how your cheeks flushed with a girlish embarrassment at his macho display, but Mitsuri did.

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𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐱𝐢𝐯 — 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

⚔︎ rated m | 7.9k+ words ⚔︎ 104th au ⚔︎ ao3

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OFFLINE

Hey everyone!! I spent almost the whole day yesterday writing this. Lmk if I should post chapter 2! (btw, most of this chapter is about Ume, not Gyutaro.) There is some dark themes in this story, but nothing sexual. ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ You skip, and skip, and skip, and skip. Everyone on this site is either weird, or creepy. That is until you find someone you thought was normal. ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ WORD COUNT: 3K!

!CHAPTER ONE!- Are You Still There?

It was a hot, humid summer night. It's the kind where your hair always feels greasy no matter how many times you wash it. You had just come back from another exhausting workshift dealing with rude, illiterate customers with IQs lower than a fifth graders. Your legs ache and you feel tired, but not tired enough to fall asleep.

It’s 9PM now, and the house is quiet. Your roommate Mitsuri is knocked out in the other room, probably dreaming about Obanai again. 

You don’t want to go on TikTok, and you definitely don’t feel like going on Twitter. If not those things, then maybe Omegle? What better to do than go on Omegle anyways, right? You figured if you could talk to people in real life, it’ll be a piece of cake doing it online.

You flop onto your bed, and open your laptop. The screen illuminates a blinding light onto your face and around your pitch black room. Your eyes feel like they have an eyelash in them.

“Jesus!” you mutter, holding one hand up to shield your eyes. “How come the light is always so damn bright when it’s dark?! Then it’s always so dark when I actually need the light!”

Your fingers fumble around the keyboard, struggling to find each letter. You eventually manage to type “Omegle” into the search and click on the first link, “OmeTV.”

You shift in your bed, and pull your blanket up to your lap as if you’re afraid the Omegle monsters are gonna come to devour your toes.

“Alright…” You take a deep breath, starting to regret the choice you just made. “Here goes nothing!”

You click the video call button.

The screen flashes white for a second before a bright, bold message pops up.

“TYPE ‘YES’ TO PLAY A GAME!”

You blink, confused. You mutter the word “Um…” before the person behind the screen decides you’re taking too long, and skips you. You didn’t even get a chance to decide!

“Okay, rude. I didn’t even wanna play your stupid game anyways. Fatty McPatty…”

☆

You continue to click next, next, and next. So far, all you’ve encountered is: creepy middle aged men in rooms with piss coloured lighting, teens vaping into their cameras with rap music in the back, more of those “Play a Game” pop ups, and black screens.

So far, it actually wasn’t that bad. Again, you keep skipping until a girl pops up on your screen.

A beautiful girl.

She looked… normal. Actually normal. She had pale skin, long white hair, and the most majestic blue eyes you’ve ever seen. She looks your age, maybe a little younger.

“Hi!” You squeal, flashing her a bright smile and a wave.

Stranger is typing: …

Stranger: Hii!

You lean in forward, intrigued by this girl. The room she’s in is dark, like yours. The only difference is that the room she’s in looks pretty vacant and non lived in. There’s two pillows on the floor and one crumpled up blanket bunched in the corner. It’s kind of creepy in a way, but maybe she’s going for that minimalist look?

Still, she’s so pretty, and she seems shy. Maybe a compliment would loosen her up a little.

“You look so pretty! Like a porcelain doll or something.” You say warmly, hoping you’d get her to talk.

She nods, smile widening slightly as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

Stranger is typing: …

Stranger: thank u!! I get that a lot lol

Stranger: I like ur shirt btw

Stranger: I think I had the same thing before my mom threw it out!

You blink. What? Why’d her mom do that? Your eyes glance down at your frilly baby blue top, and nothing seems wrong with it. Maybe the straps are a little too thin, but not inappropriate. Maybe her mom is strict?

“Hey,” you lean in closer to the mic so she can hear you better. “Can you talk?”

That question makes the girl's expression falter. Her smile disappears, and she hesitantly shrugs.

Stranger is typing: …

Stranger: Ig I can talk

Stranger: but not for long

Stranger: or my mom will get mad at me

☆

The girl unmutes her mic. Her voice is quite soft, barely above a whisper. It almost sounds like she’s afraid someone might hear her.

“Hi,” she says. “What’s your name?”

You smile, trying to keep the friendliness up. “Y/N. What about you?”

She pauses, glancing over her shoulder like she’s checking if someone’s behind her,

“My name’s Daki… well, that’s what I like to go by,” she says, fidgeting slightly with the sleeve of her shirt. “My real name is Ume, but my mom doesn’t like me telling it to strangers.”

She shrugs, eyes lowering. “I don’t really get why it’s such a big deal.”

You nod slowly, and start wondering something. How old is this girl? She looks around your age, and you don’t mean to judge, but if she was actually as old as you, she shouldn’t have to be told by her mother to not reveal her real name to strangers on the internet.

Despite being a little weirded out by her demeanor and what she just told you, you stay kind. “That’s a nice name Ume! It’s unique. I’ve never heard it before.”

She smiles faintly at that. She hates her name, but what you said sounded genuine.

You hesitate for a moment before asking, “Hey, um… not to be weird or anything, but how old are you?”

There’s a pause. Ume shifts a little on the floor, eyes avoiding the camera.

“I’m… I’m thirteen,” she says eventually, voice softer than before. She looks at you with slight shame and embarrassment in her eyes, knowing already what you might be thinking.

“Omegle and makeup like that? You’ve gone bad at such an early age. Where’s your mom? Just wait until I tell her what you’re doing.” Is what she’s expecting you to say. But no.

You blink and try to process what she just said. Thirteen. Way too young to be here on this site alone.

You lean forward a little. “Isn’t this kinda… I dunno, a sketchy site to be on?”

She sighs, already expecting to be asked this. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” She murmurs. “But… My mom doesn’t really let me go outside. Or have friends. So sometimes when I’m bored, I just come on here to talk to people.”

“I’m not allowed to go to school, y’know?” Ume slips out suddenly.

You furrow your eyebrows together in concern. “Really?”

She nods, like it’s normal. Like it’s obvious.

“My mom says I’m too precious to go out into the ‘real world.’ I don’t really know what that means, but… I don’t care. I’m happy here. I have my brother, and I think my presence makes him happy too.”

You exhale, relieved that someone else is there with her. Her mom sounds… more than strict. Intense, maybe? But what if they can’t afford school or something. That’s understandable. The whole “not being allowed out of the house” thing though? That’s strange. Especially at her age.

“You have a brother?” You ask gently.

Ume’s face brightens immediately. Her eyes even sparkle a little.

“Yeah! I have a brother. He’s downstairs with my mom. His name is Gyutaro.”

“Ohh,” you nod. “That's nice. How old is he?”

“He’s eighteen!” She says, voice full of pride.

“Cool! Is he allowed to leave the house? Or does your mom keep him in too?”

Ume tilts her head, gazing up at the ceiling like she’s trying to remember something.

“He’s always allowed to leave,” she finally says. “My mom doesn’t really want him in the house. So he’s always outside. In the yard.”

You pause, an uneasy feeling starting to fill your body. The hairs on the back of your neck start to stick up. What?

“Wait, wait. You said he’s eighteen, right? Does he… go to school or anything?”

Ume shakes her head, almost cheerfully.

“Nope.”

“So… he doesn’t go to school, and your mom kicks him out of the house a lot?”

“Mmhmm!” She nods enthusiastically. Then she lowers her voice to a whisper. “Shh… I have a secret.”

She leans in close to the camera, placing a hand over the side of her mouth like she’s about to tell you how she clocked someone’s tea.

“When my mom leaves the house for work… I sneak my brother back inside,” she giggles, pulling back with a playful smile. “But only sometimes.”

Just as you open your mouth to speak again, her camera cuts out. Then she mutes her mic.

What just happened? It must be her mom.

Not wanting to get Ume in trouble, you follow her lead. You turn your camera and mic off, waiting silently in the dark for what might happen next.

One minute passes. Then two. Then three.

You start to wonder, is she okay? Right as you were about to unmute and ask if she's still there, she turns her camera back on.

She’s in a different room now. Much smaller than the one she was in before. Behind her, you can see clothes dangling on hangers and a few crumpled shirts on the floor. There’s no lighting at all, except for the screen. She's definitely in a closet.

“Hey,” you whisper, keeping your voice low so as to not get her in trouble. “Are you okay?”

Ume unmutes, gives a soft “yes,” and a quick thumbs up.

“What happened?”

“Oh…” She glances away. “Nothing. My mom just came in, not a big deal. She doesn’t want me talking to strangers using her laptop, so… I’m hiding.”

You don’t really know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything at all. There’s a long, awkward silence before her voice softly fills the air.

“Do you know what a slipknot is?”

You blink. “A slipknot? Like— the band, or… like, tying the knot?”

She pauses. “Um… tying the knot.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it,” you say cautiously. “Why?”

“Do you know how to tie one?”

You hesitate. “Uh… no, not really. I’ve never learned that.”

She really wanted to know, so when you say you don’t know how, she frowns a little. “Oh.”

You glance at your screen. Her face looks blank, and it’s clear to tell that she’s fidgeting with her fingers.

“Why’d you want to know?” You ask gently.

“Because…”

“Because what?”

“I don’t really know,” she murmures, eyes dropping to her lap. Her voice is barely audible now, so it’s hard to make out what she’s saying. “It’s just that… my brother wanted to know how to tie one.”

That makes you sit up straighter.

Why?

“He—he wanted to know how to tie a slipknot?” Your voice is quiet but strained.

“Yup!” She says cheerfully, like it’s nothing.

“…Did he tell you why?” You ask. Your voice wavers slightly as you think of all the possibilities. Maybe this boy just wants to know how to make a bracelet for his sister. Then again, from what you’ve heard, it seems like his mom is treating him pretty shitty. So maybe…

“Yeah!” Ume interrupts your spiralling thoughts. “He said it was for a craft.” She smiles faintly. “He said it makes things fly.”

You don’t even know what to say to that. Makes things fly? Your stomach twists. You’re still trying to find the right words, when you hear something faint in the background coming from Ume’s camera.

It was muffled, but it sounded like two people fighting. A woman and a man. The yelling gets louder, and someone is clearly upset. You can’t make out the words, but the tone of the man’s voice is clear enough. He sounds angry and heated.

You’re not the only one who noticed, because Ume did too. She suddenly speaks up, a little too loudly.

“Anyway, do you know what a Stanley cup is? My dad left one here a long time ago before he left. It’s like— rusting on the inside and it’s the hugest cup I’ve ever seen. Do you have one?”

She’s trying to talk over the fighting.

You can see it in her face. She’s trying to act normal. Her voice keeps rising to cover the sound, but her eyes keep flickering towards the closet door. The yelling keeps going, and something suddenly-

SLAM!

Ume flinches and rolls her eyes, because this isn’t new for her. Just like that, she mutes her mic and turns her camera off. Again.

You completely freeze. The silence on your end is so loud. Did her mom catch her? Is her internet just really bad?

Your heart is pounding harder than it should be. You’re not really involved, and this truly isn’t your problem, but this feels very wrong.

You lean forward in your chair, whispering to the camera. “Ume?”

Nothing.

You’re trying to tell yourself that it’s fine. Maybe she just needed to hide.

You lift your hands up to your head in disbelief. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” You mutter as you look up to the ceiling, both hands covering your mouth.

“This is not okay!” You shout, not caring about waking Mitsuri up now. Your voice cuts through the silence in your dark room, shaky and scared.

“What the hell?! Ume? Hello!?”

You slam both your hands onto your mattress, frustrated and worried.

One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Four. How much more?

Just as you’re thinking about letting this whole thing go and disconnecting, the screen flickers. Just for a second. Then it flickers again.

Suddenly, her camera and her mic come back on. Her laptop is still in the closet, but the camera is facing outwards on the floor. The door to the closet is now opened, revealing the bare room she was in earlier.

You squint your eyes, trying to find Ume. It’s hard to see that she’s standing right there in front of the doorway because the quality of this thing is diabolical.

“Ume?” You speak softly, “Are you okay?”

Ume glances at the laptop, but she doesn’t answer you. She's just standing there and staring at something offscreen. Her mouth moves a little like she’s trying to say something, but no words come out.

Then, there’s a sound. Heavy, quick, footsteps paired with the yelling from earlier.

Suddenly, a figure rushes into frame. It’s tall, and their movements are frantic. It’s a damn boy! He looks around seventeen or eighteen, and he has long messy hair and the most haunted look on his face.

He slams the door behind him and twists the door with shaking hands.

BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A fist slams the other side of the door.

“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW, YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

A woman’s voice, wild and raspy, is so loud that the mic finds it difficult to pick up properly, making her sound like a damn kazoo. She’s screaming. Something slams into the door again, much much harder.

Ume flinches and hides behind the boy, clutching the back of his shirt. “Dont let her in,” she whispers. “Dont let her in!— please!”

He instinctively puts an arm behind her to shield her for what might come next. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I’m not gonna let her in, Ume…” He grunts as he pushes his back against the door, ready for the next impact. 

Ume is in front of him now, hugging him. Her trembling fingers are clutching tightly onto his shirt.

BANG!

“I SAID OPEN IT!” Their mother shrieks from outside. “I SWEAR, IF—“

Another loud slam. The doorhandle starts to rattle aggressively, and the wood starts creaking.

The yelling from outside the door starts getting more violent and manic. You’re not one to flinch much at loud sounds, but god damn. This woman has pipes on her.

“GYUTARO!” She shrieks, “FUCK YOU! I WANNA SEE MY BABY!”

BANG. BANG. BANG.

You hear something else slam into the door. Maybe a fist? Or the leg of a chair? Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. You feel so helpless. All you can do is watch in despair, tears welling up in your eyes for these poor children.

“UME! It’s me! It’s mommy!” The woman’s voice cracks, sounding raggedy and jagged like broken glass.

“Let me in! LET ME IN!”

Gyutaro ignores his moms demands through the door, and lets his eyes scan the room. His gaze falls upon the laptop on the floor. You.

Oh no. Is he gonna end it?

His expression shifts, because the moment he notices the open Omegle tab, his brows furrow deeply. He doesn’t say anything, but the flicker of disapproval in his eyes is enough to make your stomach twist.

You freeze.

You watch him tell Ume to keep the door barricaded with her body, and she notices why.

Gyutaro takes quick steps toward the laptop, looking over her shoulder for what feels like the whole time.

“Wait—Nii-Chan! please,” she says, reaching an arm out for him. “Don’t close it, she’s nice! She was just talking to me! Please, I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“You’re not supposed to be talking to people,” he says quietly. He’s not quite angry, but definitely not calm.

“Not when she’s home. You know how she gets, Ume.”

“I know! But—”

He interrupts her. “She could’ve heard you. Do you want her to break the door down?”

“Please, just one more second! She was gonna teach me something. She wasn’t mean!”

You can barely breathe as he reaches the laptop. His hand moves forward, but then he hesitates.

He looks into the camera, his tired eyes locking in with your now glassy and puffy ones.

It’s like he knows what you’re thinking. He knows you’re scared, and he knows what he’s about to do is wrong.

“Sorry,” he mutters, voice barely above a whisper.

“NO!—“ Ume cries, “DON’T! Please don’t!”

He sighs, ignoring her. He gently places his hand over the webcam, and closes the tab.

Before the screen goes to the loading screen, you can hear Ume’s desperate voice in the background saying, “Please don’t make her go…”

Then? Silence.

DISCONNECTED FROM CHAT.

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remind me . . haitani ran .

wc: 1.1k /// cw include: fem! reader, jealousy (ran), exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex (m rec) and pet names

author’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAANNN!!! the ending is kinda bleh but it’s still a good read lol reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated!

ran is high and when he’s high, he becomes horny. very horny . .

“ran,” you whisper, “we’re in the library.. what if someone sees us?”

ran chuckles as he kissed you, “well, i say let’s give ‘em a show.” he says, pinning you against the wall of books and kissing and sucking on your jaw all while trying to undo your pants.

“ran, baby—” you moan softly, biting down on your bottom lip as ran kisses that sweet spot on your neck — your sensitive spot. you know it’s wrong and dangerous to be trying to have sex in the library, but dating ran has its perks. you live for the dangerous and outrageous things when dealing with him.

“yeah, bae?” he murmurs against your lips, “talk to me..”

you suddenly hear a bunch of noise and commotion entering the library and you remember you have a meeting with your study mates for a project. you regrettably break away from the kiss and slightly push ran off of you and began to fix your clothes before anyone saw you. ran stands there with his arms up in the air, confused on why you stopped the session between you two.

“what gives?” ran asked.

“i forgot that i have a study date with dante and the others for this major project.”

all ran heard was date and dante . . . he doesn’t like dante for multiple reasons, but the main reason is that dante has made it known that he clearly has a crush on you.

“you’re in a group project with fuckin’ dante?”

“yes,” you responded, “why?”

it honestly pisses ran off how clueless you can be at times, but he just bares with it because he loves you. “i’m sticking around til this little study date is over.” he said, clenching his jaw.

“okay,” you smiled, getting on your tippy toes and kissing ran on the cheek. god, you’re so cute — “that’s fine with me!”

just then, dante comes around the corner. “yo, sup y/n!” he says, waving his hand. “oh.. ran, sup dude.” dante puts his arm out front to fist bump ran, but ran doesn’t budge. “alright, then,” dante says, “the others are in the front getting things set up.”

“okay, let’s go.” you replied, walking behind dante and leaving ran by himself to sulk.

an hour or two passed with ran sitting on the couch, supposedly scrolling through his socials but he didn’t do much of that because he was staring daggers into dante’s back — watching as he placed his hand behind your back.

ran’s eye started twitching and he’s totally thinking about calling rindou so he could break dante’s bones. i mean, the fucking audacity of this guy is beyond ridiculous.

you turned around and saw ran’s mean mug. “smile,” you mouthed towards ran and blew him a kiss. your cute little actions caused ran to smirk then chuckle, but that doesn’t mean he was taking his eyes off of dante any time soon.

another hour passed and you ended up between the tall bookshelves, looking for a certain book. you were so focused on trying to find the book that you didn’t realize ran came up behind you. “need any help?” his lanky tall body standing over you as he leaned against the shelf.

“fuck!” you exclaimed, “don’t sneak up on me like that, ran!” you said as you folded your arms, causing your boobs to perk up.

“i was here the entire time, though.” he says, grabbing the book from your hands and flipping through the pages. “are you ‘bout done hanging with these losers?” ran asked.

you rolled your eyes and snatched the book from his hold, “no, i’m not done and they aren’t losers!” you replied.

“i was really talking about dante’s bitch ass..”

“why are you always like this towards dante?! i mean, he’s a nice guy and—”

“that’s the damn problem.. he’s too fuckin’ nice and you ain’t catching on to what he’s trying to do!” ran hissed.

you placed your hand on your hip, “and what exactly is he trying to do?!”

“take you away from me!”

you immediately started giggling, but ran didn’t see anything funny . . he was trying to be serious, but you’re laughing in his face as if he told you a joke.

“no one is taking me away, nor am i going anywhere, haitani..” you said softly. “do i need to remind you that i belong to you and only you..?” you asked, pinning ran against the bookshelf.

ran nodded his head, “yeaaa, remind me..”

you gave him a seductive smirk before smashing your lips against his for a sloppy kiss. your fingertips ran underneath his shirt, feeling on his abs and tattooed skin and causing ran to hiss from your cool touch. you then broke away from the kiss, lifting his shirt up and kissing and licking on his abdomen all while undoing his pants.

you pulled down his pants and got on your knees, seductively looking up at him as you pulled out his cock from his boxers. you began giving his tip subtle licks before taking him whole with your head bobbing.

“fuck,” ran hissed, biting and licking his bottom lip. “remind me how slutty that mouth of yours can get, princess.” he throws his head back against the shelf of books, enjoying the intimate moment.

you’re sucking on his cock like a champ, moving your head back and forth and making sure to add a lot of spit as you go . . that’s how ran likes it — sloppy and nasty.

suddenly, dante comes around the corner looking for you but he’s met with an unexpected sight — you on your knees, sucking your boyfriend’s cock.

ran sees dante and gives him the most sinister shit eating grin ever as he stands there, flabbergasted at the sight before him. ran then puts a finger over his lips, ordering dante to be quiet. dante kept himself together and calmly turned around, walking away and back to the other students who were working on the project.

“where’s y/n?” someone asked.

“she’s in the back with ran..” dante nervously answered, “they seem to be in a deep and serious conversation so i wouldn’t bother them for awhile.” he added, the scene unfolding in his mind once more.

meanwhile in the back of the library, ran was helping you clean yourself up after cummin in your mouth. “sorry ‘bout that, bae.” he said, grabbing your chin and kissing you on your plump lips.

“it’s fine,” you reply, “just next time warn me when you’re close.”

“oh, yeah.. dante saw us.” ran said.

“i know.”

“how’d you know that?” he questioned.

you giggled and wrapped your arms around his lanky figure, “wasn’t that your plan all along? for him to see me on my knees sucking you off?” you asked, peering up at ran with doe eyes.

ran shrugged his shoulders, “had to let ‘em know that you were mine.” he nonchalantly said, wrapping his long arms around your waist.

you giggled once more, “what am i going to do with you?”

“all you can do is love me, baby.”

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ꔫ‧₊ Content Gyutaroxfemale!reader, fluff, canon Gyutaro

ꔫ‧₊ Note Happy birthday @misskaorii !! I wanted to write something for your special day! I hope you have an awesome birthday because you deserve it. Thank you for being such an amazing friend and for always being my biggest cheerleader! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

"Silly human," Gyutaro mutters under his breath as he easily slides open your window, "Leavin' windows unlocked like this. Somethin' dangerous could easily slip inside." He chuckles to himself with a toothy grin.

He sneaks into your room with ease, glaring at you with those yellow eyes as you sleep peacefully unaware of his presence.

Normally, splatters of blood, shrieking screams, and the sound of tearing flesh would fill the room. Yes, that would be the case any other time Gyutaro slips into a human's room at night. But you aren't just any human.

You're his human.

So instead of a hungry snarl, a gentle smile tugs on his lips as he lowers onto your bed. Settling beside you on the soft mattress. His calloused hands run down the length of your arm. He isn't good at subtlety, but he's trying his best to wake you without startling you.

"Y/N," he whispers, "It's me, don't scream, ok?"

Your eyes slowly flutter open. Anyone else would be screaming right now, but you know the familiar feeling of your lover's cold hands.

"Gyutaro?" you yawn, but quickly pep up with excitement upon seeing his face.

"Mm hm," he smiles, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Who else would it be?"

"I wasn't expecting you to come tonight," you blush.

"What do you mean?" he furrows his brows in confusion, "I love you, but you still are a human, I guess. So being stupid is unavoidable..."

"Hey!" You playfully hit his chest. His teasing is nothing new, but over the months you've been dating the demon boy, you've come to learn it's his way of flirting with you.

"It's true! You really thought I wouldn't come visit my favorite human on her birthday?" he grins and ruffles your hair, "Stupid girl."

"My birthday...?" Your eyes widen as you look over at the calendar. How could you have forgotten? You've been so stressed with everything going on in your life that your birthday coming up didn't even cross your mind. But Gyutaro, the man-eating demon that everyone in the district fears, he remembered. And not only did he remember, he came to see you right at midnight so he could be the first to wish you a happy birthday.

"How did I forget my own birthday..." you sigh.

"Hey, it's alright. Don't worry about it," Gyutaro says, his tone softer now, "That's why you got me, right? I'll never forget such an important date." He leans forward and kisses your cheek.

"Thanks Gyu, you're so sweet." Your eyes well up with tears as you look up at him.

"Hey hey, don't get all emotional on me now. Not before I give you your gift."

"You didn't have to get me anything. Just spending time with you is more than enough for me," you try to protest, but he isn't having any of it.

"Save it, sweetie. I know you're excited about your gift. Humans love presents," he says teasingly as he fishes something out of his pocket, "Close your eyes."

You can't help but smile, giddy with excitement as you close your eyes and hold out your hands. You feel something small and metallic hit your fingers. As soon as you feel it, you can immediately tell that it's a necklace.

"Alright, you can open 'em."

Upon opening your eyes, you see that you were right. It's a silver necklace with a heart-shaped charm. But the charm looks a bit strange. A little larger than a usual charm, and it has a clasp similar to what you'd see on a locket. You go to open it, but Gyutaro quickly grabs your hand, stopping you.

"Don't open it!" he says, almost panicking, "This isn't a normal necklace, Y/N. I-It has my blood in it."

Your eyes widen, "Your blood? But why?" You aren't ungrateful, not at all. You actually adore the gift, but you don't know why he'd put something like his blood into this necklace.

Gyutaro gently holds your hands in his as he looks into your eyes. His usually teasing demeaner gone, and replaced by something fragile and honest.

"I know I can't protect you all the time... but the thought of not having you by my side... I just can't bear it. I know we talked a little bit 'bout you becomin' a demon one day. So I wanted to give you the opportunity to do that. Whenever you feel like you're ready. It ain't gotta be now, or anytime soon if you don't want it to be..." he trails off for a moment.

He takes a deep breath before he speaks again. His voice quivers as if it's hard for him to be so honest about his feelings, "I love you a lot, ok? I never had somethin' like this before... no one's ever loved me like you do. N' I wanna feel this way forever. So yeah..."

He nervously scratches the back of his neck as he trails off again. He's not very good with words nor is he used to talking about his feelings, but he hopes you'll understand.

"Gyutaro... thank you," you can't hold back your tears anymore as you lunge forward and hug him tightly. Nuzzling your face against the birthmark on his chest.

Gyutaro holds you close, kissing the top of your head as he tries not to get too emotional himself.

"I want to be with you forever too... this means so much to me," you sniffle as you depart from the hug and put the necklace around your neck.

With a smile plastered across his face, he gently wipes your tears away with his thumb. "Heh, good cuz if you didn't take it I would have to kill you." He says playfully, trying to lighten the mood with his dark humor.

You chuckle and push him down onto the bed, cuddling up to him. The demon falls back onto your pillows with a huff. Not used to humans being so bold with him. But he doesn't dislike it.

"Whatever Gyu, you can't fool me! I know you're a big softy now," you tease.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, "Tsk, whatever. Just wait till you become a demon, I won't be so gentle with you then."

"Sure you will. I have a feeling you'll still treat me like a princess."

He wraps his arms around you and holds you flush against him, "Fine, you got me there," he softly kisses you before whispering, "But seriously. Happy birthday, my love... may we celebrate many more together."

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Cheer Up, Inkblot

The underground fight ended with a broken nose, a blood-slick floor, and a crowd screaming Gyutaro’s name like he was some mythic monster summoned from the dark.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t gloat.

He stood there, chest heaving, ink-black birthmarks gleaming with sweat under flickering basement lights. His opponent wheezed somewhere behind him. The next challenger hadn’t moved from the corner. Smart.

Then- “Break it up! Now!”

Flashlights cut through the crowd. Adults’ voices followed—authority, panic, outrage.

Gyutaro didn’t run.

He never did.

Two days later, Gyutaro sat in the principal’s office like he owned it—legs spread, arms crossed, jaw locked in permanent contempt.

“You’re out of chances,” the principal droned. “Your record is stacked high enough to collapse under its own weight.”

Gyutaro tilted his head. “So expel me already.”

“No,” said the teacher beside him—Kamado-sensei, the only one who spoke to him like he was still human. “You need discipline. Teamwork. Something you can’t punch your way through.”

Gyutaro rolled his eyes.

“You’re joining the cheer team.”

That got his attention.

“What.”

“You’re a base now,” Kamado continued, unbothered. “You’ve got the strength, the balance, and your sister vouched for you. Think of it as physical rehab for your temper.”

“Ume what?” he muttered.

“She thinks it’ll be good for you to see what she’s passionate about.”

That was low.

That was smart.

Gyutaro scratched the inside of his arm, nails digging into already raw skin. His face remained blank.

“…Fine.”

Practice opened with cold silence the second Gyutaro stepped into the gym.

He moved like a shadow—wide shoulders, rangy frame, the black ink-like markings on his face and neck making every cheerleader shrink away like he might bite.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t smile. He stood by the edge of the mats, radiating ‘do not touch me’ energy while the squad whispered behind hands and ponytails.

Someone muttered, “Didn’t he break that guy’s ribs?”

Someone else hissed, “Why would Ume bring him here?”

Ume, to her credit, kept her chin up and glared anyone who looked at her brother too long. Still, even she looked... exhausted.

He caught a flyer wrong.

She didn’t fall—but she tensed mid-air like he was poison, and the second she hit the ground, she pulled away from him like she’d been burned.

Gyutaro said nothing. His jaw was tight. Hands shaking.

Ume pulled him aside after practice.

“You need to look less like you're about to snap someone’s spine.”

“I wasn’t.”

“They don’t know that.”

The pyramid was halfway up when it happened.

Gyutaro was locked in place, arms steady, focus sharp—but the flyer above him, already anxious, panicked the second her foot hit his shoulder.

Her balance tipped.

The top row screamed.

The whole structure crumpled.

Girls crashed into each other, hit the mats. A flyer landed sideways with a thud. One of the bases curled up, clutching her arm. Ume's voice cracked like a whip.

“What the hell was that?!”

“She freaked out! It’s his fault!”

“He was holding his position! You dropped the line—”

“I’m not letting that guy touch me again! He’s freaky! He—he didn’t even try to help!”

“Because you were already falling!”

Gyutaro stood in the middle of it. Silent. Breathing hard through his nose. His knuckles were white at his sides.

And then—

The gym door opened.

Your shoes clicked against the floor like punctuation. The noise, the tension, the arguing—it all paused the moment you walked in.

Some girls relaxed. Others straightened.

You were back.

Finally.

You glanced around once, taking in the wreckage—the unsteady squad, Ume fuming, a girl crying, a ruined pyramid—and then your eyes landed on him.

Tall. Still. Solid.

Covered in sweat and judgment.

And muscles.

Your first thought wasn’t “That’s the guy from fight club.” It was: “That’s the most stable damn base I’ve ever seen.”

You walked to the center of the mat like it was yours. Because it was.

“What happened?” you asked, voice clean and crisp.

“She panicked,” Ume said before anyone else could start twisting the story. “Gyutaro held. She lost her footing. The rest went with her.”

You looked at the flyer, still nursing bruised pride. “Anyone hurt?”

A few shakes of the head. Some muttering.

“Then reset,” you said.

The flyer sputtered. “But—but he—”

You cut her off with a glance.

“He did his job. You didn’t.”

Then you turned to Gyutaro, not blinking.

“You. Base for me.”

He stared at you for a moment. Long enough for half the team to collectively hold their breath.

“…We haven’t practiced,” he said.

You nodded. “Then we start now.”

You didn’t wait.

You walked to the center mat, started stretching your arms, rolling your shoulders.

“You look strong,” you said without turning back. “Let’s see if you’re stable too.”

He was already following.

The squad gathered off to the side, whispering and fake-stretching as they pretended not to watch.

You stood at the center, already crouched into pre-lift stance, focused and loose like you'd never left. You didn’t even glance at Gyutaro. Just spoke.

“Step up.”

He hesitated—not visibly, not enough for anyone else to notice—but you caught the micro-delay.

Then his foot hit the mat behind you, and he moved into place.

His hands hovered, unsure where to grab. You looked over your shoulder, deadpan.

“Hips,” you said.

He raised a brow.

“I’m not gonna bite you.”

Gyutaro didn’t smile, but something flickered behind his eyes—irritation or curiosity or both. He placed his hands on your hips. Big, calloused palms. Controlled grip. No shaking.

You nodded once, confirming his stance. “Good. Lock it. I’m going up.”

And then—

You jumped.

He moved with you like a reflex. One push, one perfect snap of timing, and your feet cleared his shoulders in a heartbeat. His arms extended to brace, every muscle flexing as he stabilized you up high, rock steady like a statue carved from rage and repressed trauma.

No sway. No shake.

You were airborne—balanced.

Still.

Then you looked down at him.

“Not bad,” you said, calm, cool, confident.

His eyes snapped up to yours.

You weren’t afraid.

Not of falling. Not of him.

And that landed harder than any punch he’d ever taken.

No one had ever looked at him like that.

Not when he was holding something breakable.

He didn’t speak. Just kept you steady.

Like you were the most natural thing in the world.

You held the pose for a count, sharp and proud, and then called, “Dismount.”

He caught you on the way down.

Easy. Solid. Clean.

Your feet hit the mat, and you didn’t wobble once.

You turned to face him, still close, still measuring.

“You catch everyone like that?”

He blinked once. “No.”

You nodded, satisfied.

“Good.”

Then you turned and clapped twice. “Alright, let’s reset the full stunt. Pyramid formation on my count. Let’s make it clean.”

The team scrambled into motion, everyone suddenly quieter, tighter, more focused.

You didn’t have to look to know Gyutaro was still watching you.

He didn’t speak the whole rest of practice.

But when you called his name, he moved without question.

When you needed a base, he was under you before you finished the word.

He didn’t flinch when your hands touched his shoulders, didn’t tense when your foot stepped into his palms.

You gave him structure.

And for the first time in a long time—

He wanted to hold something steady.

One afternoon between classes, Gyutaro was slamming his locker shut when he heard your voice behind him.

"Hey, Inkblot," you called, easy and light, like it was the most natural thing in the world for you to stroll right up to him.

He stiffened instantly — a lifetime of habit — his body coiled tight like he expected a threat. He turned, a glare already tugging at his face, automatic.

But when he met your eyes, all bright and amused, the sharpness drained out of him. You weren’t scared. You weren’t mocking him. You were just... there, grinning like you knew some secret he didn’t.

"You busy after school?" you asked, casually leaning a shoulder against the row of lockers beside him. "Come to the gym early today. I’ve got something I want to try with you."

The words weren’t a request — they were a confident expectation. Like you already knew he’d agree.

Gyutaro blinked, confused. His first instinct was to tell you to get lost, or at least give you a rough shrug and walk away. He didn’t owe you anything. But before he could say anything, he caught the way the hallway around them had gone weirdly silent. The way people were staring.

The way they whispered, darting looks at the two of them.

The way some guys — the ones who wouldn't have dared meet his eye before — looked downright jealous.

It sent a petty little thrill slithering through his chest.

For once, he was the one being sought out. He was the one someone wanted. And not just anyone — you.

He fought to keep the crooked little smirk off his face, just rolled a shoulder in his typical slouchy, disinterested way. "Whatever," he muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

But inside — inside he was already counting the minutes, tapping his heel against the tile like he could somehow make the day move faster.

You gave him a two-fingered salute and sauntered off, leaving him standing there with a locker door dented under his fist and a heart pounding so loud he was sure people could hear it.

Gyutaro stared after you for a second longer than he meant to.

Then he caught one of the dumbasses from math class gawking and nearly bared his teeth at him.

Yeah. He was definitely showing up early today.

When he showed up, you were already there — stretching out easily on the gym mats, the golden late-afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor.

He paused in the doorway without meaning to, taking in the way you moved — like you owned the space.

You adjusted your waistband casually, thumbs hooking under the elastic and tugging your shorts lower so they sat right against your hips. It was such an absent-minded, natural motion, but Gyutaro nearly gave himself whiplash trying not to watch.

He dragged his gaze up to the ceiling like maybe God would save him if he looked holy enough, then busied himself pretending to scope the gym out — like he was just waiting for the others. Like his blood wasn’t roaring in his ears.

"You ready?" you called out, voice bright and easy.

"Yeah," he muttered, rougher than he intended. He cleared his throat, feeling like a total idiot.

You beckoned him over with two fingers, and he had no choice but to obey.

"So here’s the deal," you said, a glint in your eye. "I’ve been dying to try a new move. It's kind of crazy but I think you’re the only one who can pull it off."

You outlined the plan — a complicated swing-and-climb stunt that basically turned him into your own personal jungle gym. The instructions should’ve been overwhelming, but Gyutaro found himself nodding along, absorbing every word.

"Think you can handle it?" you teased, cocking a brow at him, a playful dare in your voice.

He snorted, rolling his shoulders back. "Course I can," he said, sounding more sure than he felt.

You grinned like you already knew he wouldn’t fail you.

And then — without a second thought — you climbed him.

Your hands were firm on his shoulders, your foot bracing against the muscle of his thigh. You moved so naturally it was like you trusted him completely, no hesitation, no fear. It lit something hot and volatile inside him, something that twisted low in his stomach.

Gyutaro stayed grounded, every muscle alive under your touch. He shifted instinctively when your weight leaned — adjusting his stance, his grip — hyper-aware of every brush of your skin against his.

It wasn’t just about not dropping you.

It was about making sure you never even felt unsteady.

And then — casual, like you didn’t even know you were wrecking him — you squeezed his bicep.

"Perfect hold," you said, approving and pleased.

For a split second, Gyutaro's brain blanked completely. He understood instantly why all those other guys before him buckled under you — that little touch, that tiny bit of praise, it was lethal.

He forced himself to breathe through it, setting his jaw, refusing to crumble. He wasn’t going to be just another idiot.

You continued, twisting effortlessly around his torso, climbing higher, and finally — you settled easily on his shoulders like it was the most natural place in the world for you to be. Perched there like a queen.

You tapped his forehead lightly, playful.

"Solid," you said, grinning down at him. "This is gonna kill when we show it off."

Gyutaro tightened his hands lightly at your knees, steadying you — steadying himself.

And somewhere deep inside him, something fierce and almost hopeful unfurled in his chest.

Maybe — maybe — this didn’t suck after all.

Maybe being your base wasn’t the punishment he thought it was, it was the beginning of something he hadn’t even dared to want.

The next day, you made it official.

After a few more successful practice runs — each one smoother and faster than the last — you clapped your hands sharply to get everyone’s attention. The team circled up around you and Gyutaro in the gym, some of them looking curious, some already wary.

"Watch close," you said, voice confident. You threw Gyutaro a quick glance — a silent ready? — and he gave a short nod.

Without hesitation, you moved.

Hands planting on his shoulders, foot stepping onto the solid brace of his thigh, you launched into the climb-and-swing maneuver you’d been perfecting. Gyutaro moved with you like instinct — a living, breathing anchor — adjusting the minute shifts in your balance with a stability that made it look effortless. Every catch was seamless. Every turn, precise.

He didn’t even notice how tightly his jaw was locked, how sharply focused he was on you alone — until you slid into place on his shoulders like a crown set on a king.

A heartbeat of stillness. You dismounted gracefully, landing beside him with barely a sound.

The gym echoed faintly with awkward clapping. A few half-hearted whistles.

But nobody — not one person — stepped forward to volunteer to try it next.

Someone muttered, "Maybe... with someone else."

Gyutaro heard it clear as day. Another kid flinched when Gyutaro shifted his weight slightly, like even the idea of him moving was a threat.

A familiar ache curled up in his chest — not anger, not really. Just the old, bitter knowledge that he didn’t belong here. Not really. No matter how good he was. No matter how hard he tried.

He let out a dry, humorless puff of air through his nose and dropped his gaze to the floor. Figures.

But then — You.

You, who had trusted him without a blink. You, who had touched him like he wasn’t something to flinch from. You, who called him Inkblot with an affectionate smirk instead of a sneer.

You were furious.

"You serious?" you snapped, voice slicing through the thick tension like a blade. Even Gyutaro flinched a little at the sheer command in your tone.

"You watched it work. You saw it. And you're still scared?"

The others shifted uneasily, avoiding your burning gaze, suddenly very interested in their shoes.

"No one's gonna grow if you can't get over yourselves," you barked, stepping forward, forcing them all to look at you. "You think it’s easy to put yourself in someone else's hands? You think it’s easy to carry people? To stay steady no matter what?"

You jabbed a finger toward Gyutaro without even looking at him — like it was obvious.

"This guy’s doing it better than any of you ever could, and you can't even manage a little basic trust?"

Silence. Thick, miserable silence.

Your jaw tightened. Then, with deadly calm, you pointed at the track visible just beyond the gym doors.

"Run. Now. Twenty laps. Maybe you’ll build a backbone while you're at it."

The team scattered like mice, stumbling over themselves to get outside before you found a harsher punishment.

Gyutaro just... stared at you.

At the fierce set of your shoulders. At the way your chest rose and fell with frustration. At the way you didn’t even glance at him for validation — because you didn’t need to. You already knew you were right.

Nobody — nobody — had ever fought for him like that. Not since Ume had still been a little girl with a chipped tooth and fists full of fury on his behalf.

And right there, in that emptying gym, Gyutaro felt something dangerous and terrifying twist low in his stomach.

He cared.

He cared what you thought of him.

And somehow, he knew — deep down — that if he let himself, he'd start caring about a lot more than that.

The team stampeded out of the gym, sneakers slapping against the track as they started their punishment laps. The heavy metal doors swung shut behind them with a hollow clang, leaving the gym suddenly quiet again.

You turned back toward Gyutaro, expression softening a little. Some of the storm faded from your eyes, replaced with something almost… apologetic.

“They're not usually like this," you said, voice low. "They shouldn't judge anyone. Especially not someone who's done nothing but—"

"‘S fine," Gyutaro cut you off before you could keep going, throwing up one hand lazily. His mouth twisted into a rough, bitter grin.

"Who wants some ugly, marked-up thug grabbin’ them anyway? I wouldn’t."

It was meant to sound like a joke. Self-deprecating. Easy to shrug off.

But it didn't land like that.

Not with you.

You crossed the space between you without hesitation, coming to stand right in front of him. Close enough he could see every detail of your face — the serious line of your brow, the slight downward pull at the corners of your mouth.

"Don't talk about yourself like that," you said quietly. Firm. No room for argument.

Gyutaro blinked, thrown off balance by how serious you looked.

"You’re strong," you continued, voice unwavering. "You’re intuitive. You notice things nobody else does. You pick up moves faster than people who’ve been training for years."

He opened his mouth to scoff, to say whatever, but you didn’t let him.

"And your marks?" You tilted your head a little, eyes flicking across the dark, ink-like patterns sprawled across his face, his arms. You smiled — really smiled — and Gyutaro felt something in his chest clench painfully.

"I think they're cool," you said simply. "They make you distinct. Interesting. You stand out. You should be proud of that."

He stared at you.

Words clogged in his throat, thick and clumsy. He didn't know what the hell he was supposed to say to that.

Nobody had ever said anything like that to him. Not teachers. Not classmates. Not adults. No one — except Ume, maybe, when they were younger and the world hadn’t ground them down yet.

And now you, standing there like it was the easiest thing in the world to see worth in him.

He looked away, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You're weird," he muttered under his breath.

But his ears were red.

And you just laughed — light and bright, like windchimes again — the sound slipping straight under his skin and settling somewhere deep he didn’t want to look too closely at.

The sky was darkening by the time Gyutaro left the school grounds. He didn’t bother waiting for Ume — she’d run off earlier with a bunch of her friends, too wrapped up in plans for some weekend thing to even notice him.

Which was fine. Better this way, honestly.

He jammed his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie, hunched his shoulders, and started the long walk home alone.

The cracked sidewalk passed under his feet in a steady rhythm, but his mind wasn't nearly as steady. It kept circling back to you. To the way you’d looked at him — steady and real — when you told him he was strong, smart, that his birthmarks made him distinct.

Distinct. Not ugly. Not scary. Cool.

No one had ever said that to him. Not once.

And the worst part — the part that made his hands clench and unclench inside his pockets — was that he wanted to believe you. He wanted it so badly it hurt.

He scowled at the ground, kicking a loose pebble into the gutter.

Stupid.

It didn’t mean anything. You were just being nice. You were that kind of person — probably felt bad for him, thought you were doing him some big favor by being kind.

That had to be it.

Because the alternative — that you actually saw something in him — was too dangerous to even consider.

The walk stretched on.

Gyutaro told himself it didn’t matter. That he didn’t care.

Except he did.

Because every time he closed his eyes, he saw the way you smiled when you talked about his strength. He heard that windchime laugh, light and easy and nothing like the world he was used to. And worse — way worse — he caught himself thinking about how good you looked at practice. The firm line of your calves when you planted your feet to lift off. The curve of your hips when you adjusted your stance. The flash of bare midriff when you reached up to fix your hair.

He hated it. Hated how easy it was for his eyes to find you without meaning to. Hated how bad he wanted your attention.

He shoved his hood up over his head and kept walking, faster now, like he could outrun the thoughts clawing at the inside of his skull.

You didn’t see him that way. You probably never would.

He was just a base to you. A tall, stable object to stand on, to swing from, to land on.

That's all.

He repeated it over and over in his head like a mantra. And if his chest felt tight the whole way home, well — that was just something he’d deal with later.

Alone.

Like always.

Weeks slipped by in a strange, uncomfortable rhythm.

Practice after practice, Gyutaro found himself being handed more things to like about you. The way your nose scrunched slightly when you concentrated. The way you never hesitated to correct someone — including him — without being cruel about it. The way you praised people without making it feel fake, even him. The way you laughed, not forced but bright and easy, and how it got under his skin every single damn time.

The rest of the team had started to come around too. Slowly, awkwardly, but it was happening. People passed him flyers without dropping them like they were scared. Some even started to joke with him — carefully, hesitantly — like they were realizing maybe he wasn’t about to bite their heads off.

All except one girl, but Gyutaro couldn’t even be bothered to remember her name. Why would he care about her opinion when the only thing he could see anymore was you?

He could tell you trusted him. Relied on him. You picked him for the hardest lifts without a second thought. You grinned at him like you knew he would never let you fall.

You were under his skin so deep he didn’t even bother trying to dig you out.

It was a normal day when he got called into Principal Kamado’s office.

At first, Gyutaro thought it had to be a mistake — a reflexive twitch of guilt shot through him even though he hadn’t done a damn thing wrong. No fights. No vandalism. No screaming matches in the hallways.

He shuffled in reluctantly, hands jammed into the pockets of his hoodie.

Principal Kamado — a short, perpetually tired-looking man — actually smiled when he saw him.

“Gyutaro. Good to see you.”

That alone made Gyutaro want to turn around and check if someone was standing behind him.

"You've done well," Kamado said, flipping through a clipboard. "I've seen a real improvement. No incidents. Good reports from teachers. Even... cooperation in extracurriculars."

Gyutaro stiffened but said nothing.

"Which brings us to this: this week will be your last week in cheerleading."

The words hit harder than he expected.

Kamado kept talking about learning lessons, good influences, personal growth — but Gyutaro barely heard any of it. All he could think about was that this would be the end. No more practices. No more excuses to see you almost every day. No more subtle, electrifying brushes of your hand against his arm. No more looking up and seeing you grinning at him like he was someone worth smiling at.

No more you.

Gyutaro didn’t react outwardly. Didn’t twitch. Didn’t blink.

But inside, his stomach twisted into something ugly and bitter.

What the hell was wrong with him? Getting bent out of shape over something so stupid. You weren’t his. You never would be.

And worst of all — he caught himself thinking that he would miss the way your body fit against his when you launched into stunts. He flinched at the thought, disgusted with himself.

Get it together, he told himself savagely. Creep.

He trudged to practice that afternoon, feeling heavier than usual. You were stretching when he arrived, and you beamed at him like you always did — easy, bright, beautiful.

It almost made him turn around and leave before he could embarrass himself.

Instead, he forced himself to walk over, slouching slightly like he could make himself smaller.

When you noticed the look on his face, your smile faltered just a little.

"What’s up, Inkblot?" you asked, cheerful but curious.

He shrugged, looking anywhere but at you.

"Last week," he said roughly. "Principal said I'm done after this."

You blinked, and for a second — just a second — you looked genuinely sad. It almost knocked him over.

"Oh," you said softly, pushing your hair behind your ear. "That’s... soon."

You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, looking thoughtful.

"If you wanted to, you could stick around after this week," you said casually, like it wasn’t ripping his ribs open with your stupid hopefulness. "You’ve been a better base than most of the guys who actually wanted to do this."

You grinned at him again, trying to lighten the mood.

Gyutaro knew what you were doing. He could see it.

You wanted him to stay. Not because you needed him — but because you wanted him around.

He opened his mouth.

Closed it again.

Finally, he shrugged like he didn’t care, like the inside of his chest wasn’t crumbling to dust.

"Ain't got a reason to stick around," he said flatly.

You hesitated.

But you nodded, respecting his answer even if you clearly didn’t agree with it.

Gyutaro didn’t meet your eyes for the rest of practice.

Because if he did, he knew he’d never survive it.

Something was... off.

Gyutaro didn’t consider himself the most observant when it came to other people — unless they were throwing punches — but even he noticed it.

You were slower today. Distracted.

Moves you normally hit without blinking needed correcting. He found himself catching you by the waist, steadying your landings, adjusting your center of gravity mid-air more than usual.

Nobody else seemed to catch it. Maybe because you still wore that same easy smile, still barked encouragements, still led practice like you always had.

But Gyutaro noticed.

Because you were the only one who let him touch you without flinching. The only one who trusted him to catch you every time.

And today, it was like you were trusting him extra hard — leaning into him a second longer than necessary, squeezing the curve of his shoulder or the firmness of his bicep like you needed the reassurance.

Or maybe he needed it.

Either way, it twisted something deep in his gut.

At the end of practice, you waved to him like normal, that soft, sad smile tugging at your lips.

He didn’t know what to do with it, so he just lifted a hand in an awkward half-wave and watched you leave.

The next day?

You were back to normal.

Sharp. Energetic. Unbothered.

If Gyutaro didn’t know better, he would’ve thought yesterday was all in his head. Maybe he was losing it.

But there was something new too — something that gnawed at the edges of his brain like a dog with a bone.

You were... more hands-on.

When you climbed into position, you grabbed at his arms, his shoulders, even his sides with more familiarity than before. Your hands lingered when you adjusted your grip. You squeezed his muscles once or twice without thinking — like you were testing him, reaffirming that he was solid, steady, yours to rely on.

Gyutaro felt every touch like a damn brand against his skin.

It took every ounce of willpower not to react. Not to stiffen or jerk or — god forbid — look at you with all the messy, confused feelings choking him up from the inside out.

He was a rock.

He had to be.

Especially when you looked so damn happy with him. Especially when he realized he’d never want anything more than to be whatever you needed him to be.

At the end of practice, as everyone was packing up, you jogged over to him. Your cheeks were flushed from exertion, eyes bright.

He was halfway through pulling on his hoodie when you poked him in the side — right against the dip of muscle there — and grinned up at him.

"You’re coming tomorrow, right?"

Gyutaro grunted, tugging his hoodie down.

"Yeah. S'last day," he muttered.

You nodded, hands resting on your hips.

"Good. I’ve got a surprise for you."

He blinked down at you, suspicious. "Surprise?"

You just smiled — secretive, warm — and patted his arm like you were proud of him.

"You’ll see, Inkblot."

And then you turned and jogged off, tossing a wink over your shoulder like it was no big deal.

Leaving him standing there like a damn fool, hoodie half-zipped, heart beating way too fast for something as stupid as a wink.

Practice that day felt different.

Lighter somehow.

Everyone was cooperating better than usual, no screw-ups, no weird tension clinging to the air. You moved through the routines like you didn’t have a care in the world — laughing easily, teasing your teammates when they stumbled, praising Gyutaro like he was the foundation of the whole damn team.

And he...

He was trying not to drown in the way your face lit up every time he caught you perfectly.

It almost made him forget it was his last day.

Almost.

When practice wound down, you clapped your hands together, drawing everyone's attention.

"Alright!" you called, practically bouncing on your toes. "Nobody leave yet. I've got something planned."

Confused glances were exchanged. Gyutaro just crossed his arms, watching you suspiciously as you jogged off toward the lockers.

A few minutes later, you came back — dragging a cart with boxes of pizza, sodas, chips, and even a tiny cake with "Thanks, Inkblot!" written in messy icing across the top.

The others cheered.

Gyutaro... just stared.

You had done all this. For him.

Not because you had to. Not because someone made you. Because you wanted to.

For the first time in his whole damn life — outside of Ume — someone cared enough to celebrate him.

The pit in his stomach threatened to turn into something sharp and overwhelming, so he ducked his head and muttered a gruff, "Tch... 's stupid..." under his breath.

But when Ume elbowed him hard in the ribs, grinning like she knew exactly what was happening in his brain, he just scowled at her.

"You liiiike her," she sing-songed under her breath, practically bouncing with glee.

"Shut up," he growled low, barely resisting the urge to shove her across the damn room.

"And she likes you too, dummy. How can you not see it?!" she whispered, giggling before darting away before he could catch her.

Gyutaro grit his teeth, choosing instead to focus on stuffing a slice of pizza into his mouth before he said something he'd regret.

The party was... good. Better than he thought possible.

Some of the team members — the same ones who'd been terrified of him at the beginning — came up and clapped him on the shoulder, said thanks, good luck, stuff like that.

He didn’t know what to say, but he grunted through it without glaring at them. (Too much.)

Even the coach stopped by briefly to wish him well.

It was almost perfect.

Almost.

Because just as Gyutaro was starting to think maybe this wasn't a terrible memory to add to his life, he heard it.

A loud, disgusted voice slicing through the noise like a knife.

"Finally," the girl sneered, loud enough for half the gym to hear. "The monster's leaving."

It punched the air straight out of his lungs.

He clenched his fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms. Of course. Should’ve known it was too good to last.

He told himself it didn’t matter. He'd heard worse. He was worse, wasn't he?

So he turned away. Pretended not to hear it.

Until—

Splash.

The girl yelped, sputtering as soda dripped down her hair and soaked into her shirt.

Everyone froze.

You stood there, holding your now-empty cup like it was a weapon.

Your face was calm. Deadly.

"I don't like people," you said clearly, voice carrying over the stunned silence, "who can barely hold a basic stunt without panicking but act like they're god's gift to the team."

The girl stared at you, furious and humiliated.

"And I especially don't like people who are cruel for no reason," you finished.

"And with that — you're officially kicked out of the squad."

The girl opened her mouth, but the look you leveled at her made her think better of it. She turned and stormed out, a few of her friends trailing after her.

You exhaled, puffing your chest out like you’d just finished a battle you were ready to win from the beginning, and turned back to the rest of the team.

"Party's still on," you chirped, voice sunny again.

By the time the party wound down, most of the others had trickled out. Even Ume had gone, claiming she'd forgotten something in the gym and would "totally" come back for it later.

(Yeah, right.)

Which left just you and Gyutaro, wandering the mats, pretending to look for whatever "missing" thing Ume had lied about.

You spotted it first — a forgotten hair tie — and held it up with a soft laugh.

"Found it," you said.

He approached slowly, still a little off balance from everything.

When he reached out to take it, your fingers brushed his palm — warm, sure — and before he could pull back, you tugged him down.

Pressed your lips against his.

Gyutaro froze.

Every muscle locked up.

He stood there like a statue, wide-eyed, tasting your chapstick and breathing your warmth and not comprehending any of it.

It felt like the ground had dropped out beneath him — except you were there, anchoring him, grounding him in a way nothing ever had before.

Your lips — soft, real, yours — had just been on his.

It didn't make sense. It couldn't make sense.

His hands shot up automatically, gripping your shoulders and pushing you gently but firmly back to arm’s length — not rough, not mean — just overwhelmed.

He stared at you, breathing unevenly, like you'd just yanked the floor out from under him and he was still trying to figure out which way was up.

Your laughter broke the thick tension between you — light and bright, curling through the gym like sunlight cutting through a storm.

"You look like you got hit by a truck," you teased, smiling so warmly it made his chest ache.

He blinked at you, still trying to reboot his brain.

Finally, you tilted your head at him, eyes sparkling.

"Are you really that surprised?" you asked.

And that’s when the words tumbled out — raw, clumsy, brutally honest.

"You—" he started, voice scraping rough in his throat. "You don’t get it. Nobody..." he faltered, hands flexing against your shoulders like he was afraid you'd vanish if he let go, "—nobody wants someone like me."

You opened your mouth to argue, but he barreled on before you could.

"I’m messed up. Ugly. Stupid. Always have been. Even when I ain’t tryin' to start somethin', people look at me like I'm some kinda disease."

He dropped his gaze, the words tasting like blood in his mouth.

"I don't— I ain't good enough for you."

The confession hung in the air between you, trembling and raw.

You exhaled softly, reaching up to wrap your hands around his wrists, not forcing him to let go — just grounding him.

"Gyutaro," you said his name gently, "you're not ugly. You're not stupid. You're not a disease."

You squeezed his wrists firmly, anchoring him back to you.

"You're strong. Reliable. Sharp as hell when you wanna be. And your marks?" You smiled up at him, bright and certain. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

He flinched, as if the word physically hurt — but you just smiled wider, refusing to let him shrink away.

"I kissed you because I wanted to," you said simply. "Because I like you."

Gyutaro stared at you like you were speaking a language he'd never heard before.

You laughed again, that damn windchime sound he was quickly becoming addicted to.

"And judging by the way you were about two seconds from breaking the gym with how hard you were blushing," you added playfully, "I'm guessing you don't exactly hate me either."

Something cracked in him then — a dam breaking, a lifetime of keeping everything ugly and painful locked behind scar tissue — and he just choked out a low, helpless laugh.

"You're insane," he muttered.

"Maybe," you agreed easily, stepping closer, the warmth of you a gravitational pull he couldn't fight if he tried.

"But you're mine now if you want to be," you said, voice dropping just enough to make his brain short-circuit.

For once, Gyutaro didn’t argue.

Didn’t snarl or push you away or pick at himself until he bled.

He just let himself believe it — even if it scared him half to death.

"...Tch," he huffed, cheeks burning as he finally dropped his hands from your shoulders.

"Guess I ain't got much of a choice," he mumbled gruffly.

You grinned, victorious, and leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Nope," you whispered against his skin.

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The siblings kidnap you

warnings: Explicit sexual deme, +18, Gyutaro being weird, yandere, dry humping, dubious consent, Stockholm sindrome, dark theme.

Authors note: I had this in my drafts for months and I finally decided to post it.

When Daki dragged you to her hideout, fear gripped you completely. She had grown fond of you because of your complying and affable personality. But when she revealed her unsettling looking brother to you, your heart nearly stopped—you thought you might faint on the spot.

His appearance was as nothing you had ever seen. He crawled out from what seemed the inside of the back of his sister, showing his scrawny body with an inhuman shape, with an abdomen that nearly existed and pointy prominent hip bones. You gasped when his lanky frame stood tall in front of you, not daring to scream, too paralyzed from the fear.

Slowly he kneeled down in front of you with a wicked smirk. His eyes trailed you up and down with a hungry gaze. As you look at him in the eyes, you can see something written in them. The kanji for "Upper Rank" carved across his right eye, and the daiji for "Six" carved on his left.

"Such a pretty thing... pretty eyes... smooth skin..."

He trailed off with a cracked voice, while with his left hand he began to scratch his neck with such a force that it bleed. Seeing him doing that to himself made your stomach turn and your chest tighten. Slowly you tried to crawl away from him, but when he saw your attempt, he grabbed your chin roughly, keeping you in place.

A maniac laughter echoed from his gut, and you could see his bleeding skin regenerating. Your eyes widened. Whatever this thing was… it wasn't human for sure.

His thumb caressed your skin almost tenderly, making you shiver. "So cute... I bet you never had to worry about getting a plate of warm food in the table... so lucky" His voice sounded teasing and sarcastic, as if he was playing with his food.

With his free hand, he pointed at your neck, something that looked like a red weapon. Like a scythe made of meat. You closed your eyes tight in fear, thinking that this was when everything ended.—"Don't you dare, brother!" Daki whined, making him stop. "She is not food for now, she is mine".

You opened your eyes and Gyutaro turned to look at her with a scowl. "What the fuck do you mean with that Daki? Is this like a pet or something to you?" He said with disdain, tilting your face towards them.

Daki huffed and started throwing a tantrum. "And what if she is?! Don't you want your sister to be happy? Just let me have her". Gyutaro with a sigh immediately let go of you and started consoling his sister. "Fine, fine, you can have this human or whatever... if it makes you happy..." He said as he patted her head.

You were left confused as you watched the scene. At lest, the imminent danger was over, but the fact that they called you a pet made you feel very uneasy.

The younger demon girl recovered in time record when her brother allowed her to keep you, and looked at you with a smirk. "I knew you'll understand brother, and we can share her of course... she is well-behaved and pretty". She said as she got closer to you and caressed your hair.

Gyutaro scoffed and looked at you up and down lazily while he scratched his neck. "So what if she is pretty? She is just a human". He did not understand his sister fascination with you, you were just another privileged pretty human that made his jealousy boil.

"But she is our pretty human. She is cute and compliant." The female demon said and then grabbed your hair with her first. "Aren't I right?" She said with a dangerous tone, and you could only nod in fear.

"See brother?" She's all cute and yours to play with" As his sister said dose words, something in him snapped. You were a pretty human and all his. He felt himself getting excited, and he took a long look at you again.

Such a fragile and cute thing, and all for me to break.

He thought to himself. You were just like a small, precious present that had been given to him. "Mine…?" He murmured under his breath as he stared at you with an unsettling gaze. As you felt his eyes on you, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

"Yes, she's all yours, brother, until I get back from work, of course." Daki announced and then turned again to you. "Be a good girl and keep company to my big brother while I'm gone" She told you almost sweetly, letting go of your hair and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

And with that, she left you alone with him.

You were still sitting on the ground, feeling small and vulnerable under his gaze. For a long while, he did not move or flinch, he just stared at you with widen eyes. It was so weird. You did not know what to do in that situation and just fidgeted nervously as the air was charged with tension. The anticipation of what he would do was making your heart rise.

"Do you have a name, pretty thing?" His cracked voice sounded after what felt like an eternity.

You nodded shyly and looked up at him. "Yes, my name is Y/N..." you managed to say without your voice trembling.

He tilted his head to the side and a smirk that showed off his shark like white fangs appeared on his face. "Y/N... a pretty name for a pretty girl..." His words sounded mocking, and slowly he started to step closer to you.

“Tell me, I am too hideous for such precious thing like you, Y/N?” He asked in a taunting voice, almost sarcastic, but this time it felt as if he was genuinely asking… as if there was a tingle of hope behind all the mockery. 

You quickly shock your head out of fear of doing anything that could anger him. You had seen how they could tear a person's libs apart just with their bare hands and how their teeth crushed human bones without any difficulty, so you did what you needed to do at that moment, you lied. 

“No! of course not… I don't think so at all… you and Daki are both precious to me!” Panicked words started flowing out of your mouth before you forced yourself to shut up. 

As you said that, he paused suddenly, his characteristic smirk faltering, and an unsettling silence succumbed between you two once more. The demon just stared at you again with dose eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul. Fear gripped your heart and your head started reeling. 

“Did I said something wrong? Is he offended? Will he hurt me now?” Panicked questions started to flown in your mind. 

You didn't know it, but your answer had actually surprised Gyutaro and deeply touched him. He knew that it was probably a lie, he sensed your fear and discomfort under his gaze, but at that the same time he also felt a soft tightness into his chest. It was a nice sensation, and he wanted more of that, more of your pretty words. 

Suddenly, a manic grin returned into his features and he started moving again closer to you. “Precious… you think I am such a thing?” He asked, with a low rumble.

As he got closer, your heart rate started to increase. They said they weren't going to kill you, but that only could mean that maybe your fate would be worse. As he stopped in front of you, you closed your eyes hard in fear and waited for anything to happen. You could feel his imposing presence in front of you and for a long moment he just stared at you, feeling amused, until you felt his hand move.

You instinctively flinched at the change in the air, in fear of getting hit, but what he did surprised you. He started petting your hair.

For a long moment, you did not open your eyes. His hand felt rough and strong, but his touch was tender against your scalp, making you shiver slightly under it. Slowly you opened your eyes and your heart nearly stopped. Your eyes immediately met his grotesque features and his intense gaze. He was so close you could feel his hot breath on your face.

“Foolish girl… tell me what else do you think about me.” he commanded in an intimate tone, his voice tingled with challenge, but it was also obvious what he wanted. He wanted more pretty words, more validation from you. 

For a long moment, you didn't know what to say, what could you possibly say to a thing like him? But you decided to try anyway. “My precious… my sweetheart…” You whispered, “I like your… Colorful eyes… and your hair…”

As you said those words, Gyutaro felt a shiver run down a spine, and he made a strange sound close to a whimper. Now he was looking at you with a weird expression, between a pleading look and as if he was in pain. Then he suddenly grabbed your hair, making you gasp in fear. 

You did not dare to move or blink, just held your breath. Then he leaned closer, and to your surprise, he started sniffing your hair and nuzzling his nose against it. As he sniffed you, he whined. "I am your sweetheart?" He asked reassurance as if he was a small kid. 

His sudden change of demeanor left you confused and a little unsettled, but for some kind of reason, it also made you feel some sort of twisted sympathy for this demon. Slowly, you moved your hand and caressed his arm. “Yes… my precious sweetheart” you reassured him, which caused another whimper to come out of his lips. 

He couldn't hold himself any longer as he felt an immense need to feel you close, to touch you. His free hand traveled to your lower back and in a rough push he pulled you into his lap. You let go a surprised gasp and your hands fell against his chest. Now he had his arms wrapped around you, and he was nuzzling his face on your neck like a cat.

You felt like a caged rabbit, in the arms of a hungry wolf, and you could only think about how close to your neck now those sharp teeth were. Even so, it was like if a connection was being to slowly build between the two of you. It was like if a protective feeling was gradually building in your heart towards this thing that was clinging to you as if you were his last air of breath. 

He was now holding you in a crushing embrace that almost left you without space for your laughs to breath, so you tried to move a little to regain some space. As you did, you moved your hips trying to wiggle free from his embrace, and gasped when to your horror you felt against your clothed core his hard clothed erection. 

Your slow, innocent roll of your hips caused him to growl and whimper against your ear, his breath starting to get labored. “What are you doing…? ah… do it again…” Gyutaro panted as he crushed you closer to him and pushed your hips with his hand so you will repeat the delicious friction. 

His lips started to trail wet and open-mouthed kisses along your neck, leaving a trail of saliva on his wake, making you tremble under his touch. You could feel how hard and big he was under the thin texture of his pants, as he continued to ground against your now wet clothed core and swollen nerve button.  

“Wait… it wasn’t…” You tried to say weakly as you shifted against him, trying to resist his sensual advances, feeling overwhelmed and conflicted by the pleasure and your emotions. Gyutaro, noticing that, with a swift motion he had you pinned into the floor under him, now moving faster against you and sucking into your neck dark red and purple marks. 

“You are not going anywhere” He panted against your ear as he held you trapped under him. His movements now erratic against you, seeking his own pleasure while he whimpered and grunted against your ear. 

The stimulation was maddening and now that you were trapped under him, you were just forced into having to feel it. Every time he moved his hard clothed shaft against your clothed clit, you felt an electrifying feeling of pleasure. It was like as if your fear and his body looming over you made you feel even more aroused. 

You held tightly against him, your nails digging into his back, while you tried to muffle any sound that came from your lips, pressing your face against his shoulder. But it was of no use, because your body was starting to tremble more due to the constant stimulation, and you also started to buck your hips against his, seeking this maddening friction. 

“Shit!, fuck… need more! Don't… don't fucking stop” Gyutaro growled against your ear as his hand moved behind you and grabbed you by your rear, lifting your lower half so it was pressing more insistently against him. He was so fucking close that he didn't care if he was about to cum all over his pants.

As he pressed into you, you finally felt that exquisite sensation in your lower abdomen, and a muffled moan escaped your lips against his shoulder. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close, as your orgasm hit you hard, just by the stimulation of his clothed erection. 

The realization that he made you just go over the edge like that made him feel a sense of power and a fierce possessiveness that helped him also reach his high. “FUCK, I’m gonna.. AH..SHIT!” He tried to say as he reached his peak. With a few more erratic movements, he suddenly stilled and let go several hot spurs of heavy cum that stained his pants and even trespassed into your kimono. 

After the intense moment you two had shared, he stayed on top of you, panting and lazily moving his hips against yours, his spend cock twitching softly inside his pants after all the stimulation. He couldn’t believe that had happened and that you let him do that without screaming or resisting against him. He felt like a dark sense of triumph thinking that you succumbed to his advances. 

Slowly, he lifted his head from your neck and looked down at you, taking in your rosy cheeks, your parted lips and how your chest rose and feel with each ragged breath. To him, you were the most beautiful thing in this world, and after this he bowed that he would never let you go. 

Mine forever and always.

As you laid there, you column’t believe you had just let him make you feel such a thing. You felt ashamed and in some way disgusted with yourself. But at the same time, you felt vulnerable and exposed, because deep down you knew you had liked it and that you liked him. 

Gyutaro smirked as he saw your internal struggle play across your gaze, knowing that he had you just where he wanted you, under his grasp. Then he slowly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “My sweet Y/N…” He whispered against your skin. 

And with that you closed your eyes, letting yourself feel his touch, with the knowledge that you would never be able to leave his side.

[haidynsrecs]

Jaws

feat. Gyutaro

When he got those jaws that making you so afraid, suddenly feel like the safest place on earth. Gyutaro grew so obsessed with you, trying to act against his destructive nature. He hated and loved it at the same time.

Hello guys, I just felt like I wanted to write something about my favorite demon man. It’s angsty and a little toxic perhaps. Like girl, he is obsessing over you. But sometimes this is what we want right? No matter how toxic it is he is my baby demon 🥺🤌🏻 but this is fiction and this is fine, when you struggle with these things in real life I hope you get all the help you deserve ✨💕

Wordcount: 5k

Warnings: obsessiv behavior, kinda toxic and twisted dynamics, mentions of ab*se and r*pe (other people toward you not Gyutaro), stalking, over all angst

You were a cute little thing, delicate even. A sweet girl, always modest, and you always tried not to draw any kind of attention. You worked in the entertainment district. Indeed, working in the house where this dark haired Oiren was feared by every girl. The beautiful woman with these sharp eyes that didn't stop to lecture you with the backside of her hand when you forgot to clean a spot.

You didn't work as a whore, you didn't sell your body. But you were there to clean, to made sure the girls there had everything they needed. Fresh clothing, make up and over all a clean place.

You made sure everything was in place, as you always did.

Yourself trying to hide behind a curtain of your hair, to not make any men who visited the establishment to not look at you.

When they wanted you, they would get you. These were the rules in this house. When they paid, they would get what they desire.

And who would want a shy, little mouse trying to hide behind dust and handmaid works?

Usually you simply were overlooked, and this had been fine with you.

Although in the meantime, you always felt like someone watched you. That some intense eyes would bore in the back of your head, just waiting you would look around.

That someone was trying to catch a glimpse of you. But even when you turned your head, you never saw anything.

Just a feeling, you tried to brush off as annoying paranoia, since some girls got missing.

Little did you know that a pair of bloodshot, yellow eyes followed your every move.  

At least when he could, every time Gyutaro was able to separate from his sister Daki. Since the one time she spoke to you, lectured you, made you cry. He grew curious.

The demon grew a little obsessed. Who were you?

A girl trying to hold in her tears when Daki punished you with a sharp slap across your cheek.

You tried to be so strong, but after all you were just a little, pathetic human, weren't you not? It was not the first time he saw someone like you.

Sweet, but everyone overlooked you.

Caring and everyone took it for granted

Modest never meant to shine.

And the weird thing, instead of being disappointed no one saw you, you seemed to be quite fine with it.

Liked being for yourself, being alone. Maybe because you gave up on the fact that there could be people that actually liked you. That were honest enough to not hide their cruel intentions.

Life kicked you with feet, and you seemed to just hold it in.

He liked it, observed it wanting to consume, the very reason why you were acting like it.

Trying to find happiness although everything around you crumbled.

And every time he was outside Dakis body, he went looking for you. Actually following you around. Watching how you did your duties.

Even right now, from across the window, he sat on another roof, his eyes scanning your form over and over again.

He grew familiar with the feeling to see the enticing sway of your hips in that simple kimono you wore. The way you brushed back a strand of your hair from your forehead when you changed the sheets of a bed. 

He crouched on the edge of the roof, his nail of his thumb put between his sharp teeth. Was he nervous? Nah, trying to hold himself back.

"So pure, it's disgusting." he mumbled to himself, watching the dim light on your face, made you glow. Made his heart jump. Did he ever have a heart? Not that he knew about it.

Gyutaro was obsessed, with that little mouse he wanted to catch so bad in his trap.

Torn between the feeling that he wanted to touch you, without ripping your skin off. And yet degrading you in his thoughts.

Himself confused, so confused he not even told Daki about it.

Then you bend over, grabbing the dirty sheets from the ground to put in a basket. And even when this didn't reveal your body, he felt how he bowed forward, as if he could pass the chance to see everything in detail. You had such a lovely figure, he adored it, he hated it. Everything that he couldn't describe.

Maybe this was the day of days? Maybe he should simply jump down, crawl into this window and ogle you, before he would try to figure out what he should do to you.

Not that he ever would know what he wanted to do. His desire perverse and yet for some reason Gyutaro didn't want you to be afraid. Not so fast, at least. Because he tends to kill someone before he spoke with them.

And he didn't want to ruin this pretty smooth skin, he yearned to touch.

Then he could watch how you went to take the dirty laundry, and after this how your steps took you to your own small chamber. How you opened the window wide to let in some fresh air.

The demon loved to watch when you opened your hair, when you started brushing it.

"Disgusting, so disgusting." he spoke to himself, like a reminder, even when everything he saw was anything but that.

"Always being so pretty, so anxious to be seen. But I see you, I see you little mouse." he whispered under his breath. Grotesque body jumping finally down, stepping to the window.

Your chamber was on the floor. He decided to stand right beside the wide opened window frame.   

And there was this feeling again, as if you were being watched. It unsettled you so deeply, every time. And yet you never could understand where it was coming from.

It was nearly cute how your brow pulled together, how you looked so lost around. With fear, you would find something and yet with the hope you finally could discover what made you feel like this.

You went over to the window, Gyutaro not even moving, he stood in the shadow of the wall, as if humans ever would take a closer look? That never happened, so he just smiled wide with the knowledge of how much he unsettled you. The demon was twisted, he wanted to make you uncomfortable but also not...he couldn't put this in place.

You walked over, looking outside for a moment, the cool air making your cheeks flush a little. When you didn't see anything, you went to the mirror again, taking the brush before you settled into the seat. Brushing your hair with so much care.

You started humming, maybe to calm yourself. He adored this part so much, listen to the gentle hum of your voice. He always imagined you would hum it for him. And this was the moment he stopped thinking about making you scared. This was the weird part of him, that remembered how it was being human. Not that it came back, but Gyutaro felt like he would have forgotten something, and this humming brought back feelings he couldn't explain.

His sharp teeth that had been grinning now closed, indeed his eyes looked to the ground as he leaned his tall body against the wall. Just listening to your voice.

You hummed so beautifully, one of the fewer things he wanted to appreciate, even when his demonic nature didn't let him.

After some short while, he decided to stalk a little from the window.

Looking inside, his fingers laid on the frame. You braided your hair so neatly now, had dressed yourself in some shorter sleeping robe, exposing your legs and thighs.

Creamy skin, so innocent, so alluring. It was weird he didn't want to draw blood, he wanted to touch you, feeling this smoothness under his own fingertips.

You were such an eyesore, when only people would take a closer look.

But he, he took a close look, every time he could. Even when the normal customers overlooked you, as you wanted...not Gyutaro. He draws even closer, risking that you might see him.   

Would you scream? Maybe, maybe, he would be able to listen to that cute yell your throat would let out.

And you could feel your body trembling, so uncomfortable when you thought about the fact. After you were done braiding your hair, you still hummed a song from your childhood. But when you turned around and stood up, what you saw made your blood run cold.

Some sharp nails that draw away from the window. You ran over to the window again, so hasty. Gyutaro could just make it to the rooftop across. Somehow he wanted you to see him.

But this what you saw, a shadow on the roof, and the two yellow eyes staring back at you, right into your very soul. The soul he wanted to possess so fucking badly.

Your breath stopped, so your feeling was not just paranoia, it was real. Every time you felt it, it was this shadow watching you.

Yellow, droopy and haunting eyes staring right at you.

You felt as if you could die on the spot, hoping it was just a bad dream. Not even able to close the window as you watched how this shadowy figure sat on top of the roof from across.

Wavy hair waving in the wind as he crouched there. "Finally you know I am there. Curious little thing and so stupid." again he spoke to himself, as he watched how shocked your cute face looked up into the sky. He cocked his head to the side.

"How fast I could kill her when she is standing there and looking with that sweet scowl in her face. Foolish baby." he muttered and chuckled to himself. And just then you closed the window....

The next day wasn't any better for you, you had this sick gut feeling something would happen.

Your thoughts always by this shadowy, grotesque figure you had seen.

But well, this was just the start.

As the good girl you were, you still did your duties, but always looking around with that irritated expression on your face.

But in the late night...there he came. Not out of the shadow, but he came to startle you.

Just the moment you put away a broom in a closet, this gut feeling came back. You were like frozen in place, not even dared to turn around.   

"Look at that...stupid, stupid, little girl finally noticed me." you heard his creaky voice, you gasped in fear. Just then, you slowly wanted to turn your head.

"Nah, don't turn around, pretty angel. Not when I don't tell you to." he spoke, before he draws closer. Feeling his lean and tall frame looming over your smaller one. You stood right in his shadow that covered you.

You could smell a faint smell of blood. And it made you shiver, nearly some small tears collected in your pretty orbs. He would have love to see it, even when he would hate it. But he decided just to talk, not to touch.

And as on command you didn't turn around. Felt how he stood right behind you.

"Who are you?" the question just came out of your mouth so fast, he could listen to the fear in your voice.

"Perhaps a shadow observing you." he answered, watched how your delicate shoulders rose and fell with every breath.

"You always hide behind that shiny hair, behind this handmaiden duties. Hope no one sees you. But I do." it was like a little confession, it didn't sound so unkind how he wanted it.

You probably felt so soft, he was so twisted to want to see your suffering and yet to have this sweet smile on your lips.

"I don't want to draw attention." you replied, looking right to the shadow that was on the wall. You weren't sure if he was a monster, or if he was just a tall man.

"Oh, I know, but you can't escape from my eyes, sweet thing. You make me crazy, do you know that?" he said, stepping closer so you could feel his body heat, it was making you shift.

"The damn way you do everything so neatly, being so modest. And so fucking...good. Makes me want to destroy it..." Gyutaro meant, and at the end you could listen to the refrainment. His clawed hand reached out, wanting to touch that flawless skin.

Destroying and killing was in his nature. And yet he tried to not do it.   

"And yet I won't." he added, and this was the moment he couldn't hold it back. His finger brushed away a strand of your hair. Caressing your cheek, oh you started crying he felt the wet streaks of your salty tears run down your cheek.

"And what is it what you want, when you don't want to kill me? Is it worse?" question over question.

"Oh, I love a good kill, the way that humans are just a bag of blood. How the life fades from their eyes. But I want to see more than just life fading from yours." Gyutaro made his point clearer now, himself surprised, he caught a drop of your tears, wiping it away. Surprisingly gentle.

"You watch me since months, I felt it. And now you speak in riddles. Tell me what you want?" you were so afraid and yet so curious.

"What I want, foolish girl? When I do what I want, you already would be pressed against the wall and my teeth would sink in your flesh, these are my instincts..." he said to you with a low growl and his eyes glowing in the dimly lit light. But what he truly wanted...he wanted your adoration.

"Tell me, little human. Why is that....that I want to hear you hum for me? That I don't want to rip out your throat? That it is to die for when you would look at me?" he asked, then cocking his head to the side. This was the moment when you again tried to turn your head, but he grabbed it with a splayed out hand.

"I said do not turn around." he repeated firm, not ready that you saw him quite yet. He was aware of his ugliness.

And even as a demon, he felt insecure about it, toward you. "Sorry." you whispered and trembled, felt how his fingers stroked through your locks. So silky and smooth, his eyes wandering over your hair. "Maybe this what you really want is...not just a brutal kill? I-I can hum for you." you spoke, and he could listen to the fear in your voice. What you did now, was to survive, at least for you. Although, this demon would never kill you. He felt these urges, but somehow he was strong enough to not do it. You just offered it because you were afraid.

"Hum for me? Hm? Cute, but pathetic. Let me tell you something..." he answered and he leaned in. His breath ghosting over your ear.

"I crave you, I want to devour you, but I don't want to kill you. Get under your skin, without ripping it off. I want something I don't even know that it exist for something like me. It runs so deep in my being, makes me less murderous for you." he said to you, it was a cruel confession laced with words that were too sweet for him. And then...then he finally left.   

This went on for weeks, every now, and then he caught you off guard, sometimes leaving gifts for you. And what gifts were these? Well, surprisingly thoughtful, for a demon like him.

A rose, the petals white with some blood sprinkles on it from his latest victim. But the special thing about it? He removed every thorn of this rose so it wouldn't hurt you, so your delicate skin couldn't draw any blood. The thing was, what should you do about it? No one would believe you when you say a demon wanted your attention, but you didn't know what he looked like?

Although, it was not only uncomfortable. When he wanted to talk with you, always so you were facing away from him. Still not ready that you saw him, that you could take in his ugly visage.

He was convinced you would think he was unappealing. Besides this, sometimes you still trembled when he was close.

And right now he was in your room, like a predator stalking his prey. Every resource of light he blew out. So the only thing you saw were his eyes.

When you two talked, well as twisted as he was...you could gather left emotions on him. The way he, wanted to be seen, wanted to be cherished, although this was not something that a demon should want right?

Underneath that brutal exterior you could see a sad person, a lot of hate but also a lot of injustice.

Maybe he was never a saint as human, and far away from this as demon, but he...he never hurt you. Yes he looked and yearned but he never hurt you. So there was something, where this was coming from, right?

"I never see you, but you always see me." you stated then, sitting on your bed, on the edge as you felt how he knelt before it, his head laid in your lap. Oh, how he loved this warmth of your thighs, the soft skin his fingers dug in. He took a hand of you, wanted a soothing touch of you against his head and hair. This is what he had seen by other human couples. He wanted it.

"There is no point in seeing me." he answered you, your fingers went through his hair.   

It was like you would caress a wild predator and hoped it wouldn't bite off your hand. But behind all of that, a monster that was made to it. That barely could remember any humanity left. And yet he found it when he was with you to a certain degree.

"Well, there is one. You are the only one that sees me, really me. Maybe I just want to know who is looking at me. It would be a fair point, wouldn't it?" you asked him, still careful, but you managed to figure out how to talk with him.

"You don't even need to discuss this with me. Just keep doing your thing here, before I leave." he spoke to you, pushing his head more into your head. He seemed more depressed than usual. Less bloodthirsty.

"I-what is it what makes your heart heavy?" you then asked, brave enough to finally do, your fingers messaging his scalp as you felt how his large hands splayed out on the sides of your thighs. Before his grip went tighter. He was so conflicted.

"Gyutaro?" you spoke his name, it nearly hurt him. He liked you, really did, and he hated everything about it. He felt as he would get lost in something he couldn't control nor could he destroy.

"While you are being so soft, so pretty, have this sweet smile.... I have these jaws, crushing anyone who comes my way." he said before he let out an irritated chuckle because of his twisted nature. Nails dug in our skin, but not hard enough to draw blood.

"You did not crush me." you replied faster than you wanted, even for you, it was weird.

You never wanted to be seen, and yet he saw you, and it felt...good, actually. Maybe not healthy because of his obsession. But someone who saw you and was honest from the start with you.   

"Come on...show me, show me your pretty white jaws." you whispered, your voice innocent, yearning for a reveal so lovingly. Did he deserve to get treated so tender? Probably not. And then you felt him shift from your lap. Hands still on your thighs, he was still so large even when he knelt, and you sat on the bed, on eyesight with you. You could feel the breath from him on your skin.

"Jaws bite, they tear apart. I don't want to tear you apart." he said to you, simply being honest with himself now. He did not want to see you hurt. Not from him. Although his nature forbid that. He simply forgot he was more than just a demon. More than an upper moon rank. Underneath of all that blood, there was a soul. Just a glimpse of it. And he was reminded so painfully of it. He deserved to go to hell, although he did not regret for killing people. Taking innocent lives. But he regrets being a gruesome monster that could tear the one girl apart he wanted so bad.

You then took a deep breath, it was new for you, these things. Your small hands found the way to the shape of his face. Delicate fingers stroking over his skin. Nearly making him turn away. Still everything was dark, the only thing you always clearly saw were his eyes.

"Jaws...are sharp. But they don't have to bite when they don't want." your voice ringed in his ear. Made him stop for a moment to consider to leave.

You pulled his face just a little closer. "You are indeed stupid, aren't you? I am a demon, girl. I take what I want, not caring for feelings." he said to you, but he did not pull away. As if he wanted to make you to stop, for your sake.

"When you wouldn't care, would you not already just let me see you, before you take what you want? You care...in your way. I don't say it's good, but underneath all of that...there isn't just blood and gore." your words sounded so nice, made his breath just hitch a little.

"The line between delicate and harsh aren't always that big, even when you got these jaws." you added then and leaned in. Your soft lips brushing against his.

"Show me then where the delicate starts and the harsh stops." he whispered, yearning for this moment so long now. 

Before you kissed him in the dark. And it took him a good moment to realize. This time it was the demon who jumped nearly out of his skin. Not used to a gentle behavior towards him. Just a second, he allowed himself to feel this. Your soft lips against his, kissing him, although you were shaking. Out of fear, out of feeling? Probably both, it was creepy, but it was unique.

After this moment...it was like he was consumed. As he always wanted to consume you. Lips getting harsher, sloppier. Hands of him grabbing your waist. Before he pinned you in speed down the bed, hovering over you.

You heard a growl before he captured your lips again. Hungry and starving, for love no one ever showed him until now.

"Gyutaro." you let out, although you felt his hand on your throat then, creeping up, squeezing gently. It was not like he wanted to go far, not even knowing what he did. Not aware how consumed he was. Differently than before.   

The other large hand of him grabbed your wrist, pinned it down on the bed. So helpless, so soft. All his, finally his. All he did was going after instinct now. "So pretty... just feeling you." he murmured, squeezing your throat tighter, earning a helpless gasp from you.

Your free hand that wasn't pinned grabbed his wrist, is iron grip around your neck, was too tight. "Gyu-" you tried to say. And this was just the moment when he noticed what happened, he choked you so much he stopped your breathing. So all consumed and taking, he didn't realize.

And this was a moment...a moment he shattered by the fact he hurt you. He always resists doing this, but now? This kiss, you granted him...and he destroyed it. For him, a testament that a monster like him couldn't change. Even things he didn't want to destroy would have been slipping through his hands.

With quick movements, he let you go out of his grasp. And before you could say anything, he was gone...

He was always the one who lost, lost his life, lost his feeling, lost his control and now losing the one thing he wanted to keep so badly. Just because he couldn't comprehend. After this moment...you didn't see him for a long time.

Gyutaro decided it was best, before he even would kill you. It was sad, more than that, actually.

Making him angry. Twisted and cursed was his being...

So pure made him want to tear you apart, and the other made him want to caress your soft skin. Drying salty tears from your cheeks.

Weeks went over, many weeks you missed him in some way. Aware that this what happened didn't happened because he wanted to choke you, more because he just didn't know how to handle it. You saw a person under this, and you were sad because if this person under the demon. The man he had been. Although he was gruff, actually more than that, ready to draw blood, but he was still a person.

Right now, you were outside, walking down an alley for some errands. Although it was quite late for that. And of course something happened, a group of men, starting to follow you. No matter how much you had tried to hide yourself, they were men. They didn't care how you look or who you were, they wanted to do something bad.

And when you were around the next corner...you cried for help.

"Please..." laying on the ground, being pushed against the wall with your back. Already a fist had landed in your pretty face.

"Yeah, go on, girl. Beg us, hm?" one of them said to you while the other one hold your legs down. Your heart pounding, feeling actually lost and this time the fear you felt...it was shattering, when you met Gyutaro a real monster, you were afraid too, but just because it was a normal reaction to the unknown. This time? This was anxiety on a level, you would rather die then to endure this. Your limbs tried to break free, as one of the men opened your kimono, baring your torso to their amusement. Torment you, when they degraded you. Salty tears streamed down your face.

"Such a pretty face, with even more pretty assesses." one of them said to you, and you heard how he opened his pants. Crying and trying to break free.

It was heartbreaking to listen to the way you were hold down.

But before anything further could happen, you heard a slash and then felt a warm fluid rain on you.

A tall figure throwing the men on your right away with ease, against the next wall, this man died on the spot with a broken skull.   

Before the last man could run away, a scythe ended his life, with an easy slice through his torso, splitting him apart. You sat there against the wall, clothes torn apart. And your big eyes watched the scene with horror. What you saw was Gyutaro, finally seeing him, fully him in the lights of a streetlamp. Seeing his bony structure, the black blotches on his face and body.

He had withdrawn from you that one time. Afraid he could hurt you...you weren't even able to say anything. Still so in shock after the events.

He couldn't let this happened, when he heard your cries for help, your voice. The way your tears streamed down your face. No matter how twisted he was...for you now he would kill, and he didn't kill for humans. Just for you.

He came closer, he saw your torn open kimono, decided to grab the fabric and tug it gently back into place. The blood sprinkled on your face...and this was the moment where it broke you.

You started crying and sobbing. Too much going on. Arms of you threw around him as you hid your face in his chest. "No one draws breath again, when they touch you. Not as long as I exist." he then said, insecure a hand of him laid against the back of your head.

"I am sorry."he added, probably more because of this what he had done, when he had choked you that one time, obsessing over you. Even when he couldn't help it. But for you, in your eyes, this demon was still more human than actual people were. He saw you, when others don't.

He drew away because he didn't want anything bad to happen to you, turned against his twisted nature for once. And yet he came back to kill for you. You just shook your head, pressed your face more against him. You saw him now, and no matter how grotesque and ugly he thought he looked, for you, it was now the face that saved your life. That saved you from being an empty shell, after these men would have committed a crime to you. Who ever knows if you hadn't ended up dead.

This was the start, of a relationship, rather you, nor he really would understand. But alone, the way you clung to him now. Made him forget about the insecurity that you saw him.

"Don't be sorry. Not for that." you said your voice breaking a little, you wanted to say more, but you couldn't for now, needed to take in what had happened first.

He then gently picked you, like the fragile little thing you were. Probably you were the safest girl in the world now. No one could harm you, when Gyutaro was the one loving you, no matter how twisted and obsessed it was. You were his priority.

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ⛧ 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑭!𝑮𝒀𝑼𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶

Illustration by me for week two of kinktober Look out for chapter one to come out tomorrow, Oct. 7th! ⇢ Kinktober Masterlist

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𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓!𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 ⛧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎��𝐄

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Strange occurrences start happening in your new home, and you can't shake the feeling that someone's been watching you. After decades of being alone he finally has a new plaything, and he just can't help himself. Scream and try to run as much as you want, but he'll always be around. And he doesn't care who watches him have his way with you. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, noncon, fingering, exhibitionism, voyeurism. ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.3k words. My first entry for kinktober this year!

༺ Art ༻ ⇢ Kinktober Masterlist

The house was far from perfect.

Run down, old, and in a rural area. It was the only home in the neighborhood that looked so unkempt - like it's been decades since anyone had lived there.

But that was the least of your worries. After moving in you started experiencing strange things. You'd feel like someone was watching you at all times throughout the day - able to feel their gaze trailing over every curve of your body. But there was never anyone there.

Sometimes even waking up in the middle of the night because you'd feel an ice-cold hand on your skin. But again, there was no one.

You were starting to think you were going insane. These were all just feelings after all, your mind could have easily fabricated them. There was no physical evidence until the day your panties started going missing.

You looked everywhere but could never find them. Every time you'd go to do laundry you'd find them missing from the laundry basket.

That's when the paranoia started to kick in. Always looking over your shoulder, checking the windows, keeping all of the lights on. But nothing you did brought you comfort.

There's no way you can afford a new house now, so all you can do is try to get used to it.

But things change forever when you pull up that floorboard in one of the bedrooms. You saw a colorful piece of paper sticking out from under it, so you pulled it up.

"Are these... hentai magazines?" you whisper to yourself, pulling the graphic magazines out from the dusty floorboard.

There's an entire collection of vintage hentai and porn magazines. Honestly, they'd probably be worth a lot of money but you don't know where they've been or who they belonged to so you opt to get rid of them.

"Gross," you scoff, throwing them into a trash bag.

Immediately the energy in the room shifts and your gut is telling you that you've made a grave mistake.

The room goes cold, the hairs on your skin stand on end, and you feel too paralyzed to get off the floor as the lights flicker around you.

"... don't... don't touch my shit," a horrid voice rasps from right behind your neck, "You little bitch..."

Your eyes widen as you feel ice-cold hands cup your breasts and pull you against someone sitting behind you.

Did someone break into your home? Is this the person you felt watching you ever since you moved here? Your thoughts are spiraling, all you can do is panic internally while this stranger gropes you. Feeling too terrified to speak or move.

"You're annoying... but at least you're hot," the rough voice whispers into your ear as the hands that belong to that voice start kneading your breasts.

And that's when you finally see it in the corner of your eye, the reflection in the television. The slim man that sits behind you.

It's hard to make out the details but he has long flowy black hair, pale skin, and blue eyes so vibrant that they appear to glow. He looks young too, can't be older than a college student.

It feels like hours have passed but in reality, it hasn't even been a whole minute, but you finally break through the paralyzing spell that he seemed to have on you and you begin to scream at the top of your lungs.

"HELP!! HELP ME!!" You wail, tears in your eyes.

He rolls his eyes, "C'mon, you gotta be like that?" Despite his complaint, he seems unbothered, continuing his perverted ministrations.

Luckily your elderly neighbor was outside when she heard you scream. Quickly rushing over and breaking the lock on your door by giving it a few good whacks with her cane, she hurries inside as quickly as her bad knees will allow her.

"Y/N?" she shouts as she follows the sound of your screaming, opening the bedroom door to see your disheveled form sitting on the floor.

"Mrs. Hisa!! Please help me!" you plea, "I don't know this man!! H-He just came in and-"

"What man?"

"Wh-what...?" the air leaves your lungs as you realize what's going on.

Looking closer at the reflection on the TV screen, it dawns on you that his eyes didn't just appear to be glowing, they actually are. And his hair didn't just look flowy, its floating in an unnatural way around his face.

"You can see me... can't you?" he smirks.

You gulp and slowly nod before realizing your neighbor probably thinks you're insane.

"I-I'm sorry Mrs. Hisa," you choke out the words, "I um, I was having a bad dream."

"Are you sure you're alright?" she asks, her voice laced with worry and concern.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm sorry to have bothered you." You try to play it off like everything's ok, but she can tell by the deathly look on your face that you're not.

"Are you sure, dear?"

"I'm sure! I promise. I-it was just a silly nightmare."

"Ok, if you insist," she smiles, "I'm just a call away if you need anything."

As Mrs. Hisa turns to leave, the ghost boy slides his fingers up your skirt with a sick grin on his face.

"WAIT!" you yelp desperately, "Don't leave! Um, I wanted to ask you something!" Full of fear at what he might do to you if left alone, you try to get her to stay.

"You think I won't make you cum in front of this old woman...?" he whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he slips his fingers into your panties.

His icy fingers begin playing with you, gliding along your slit and experimentally rubbing circles into your clit.

You want to move away, you want to cuss him out, scream, cry, do anything to make him stop. But you know you can't.

It's obvious now that Mrs. Hisa can't see him, so you try your best not to react to his touch.

Something hard prods at the small of your back as the ghost boy presses his pelvis against you, leaning over until his face is right beside yours so he can see as you struggle to hide the pleasure he's giving you. This is obviously just a fun, twisted game to him.

"Yes?" Mrs. Hisa says.

"Um... wh-who lived in this house before me?"

"Shut it!" the boy growls, forcefully shoving his frigid finger inside of you.

You bite your tongue as you try to hold back a yelp, blood filling your mouth. Clenching your legs in an attempt to keep him out, but it's no use against his semi-physical body.

Mrs. Hisa's attitude immediately changes as if she's uncomfortable with your question, "Well, there was a nice family that lived here a long time ago." She looks away, saddened.

"D-Did they have a son?"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" He shouts - his fingers curling and fucking you at a rough pace. At this point the wetness between your legs has grown against your will, allowing him to force three of his fingers inside of you.

The lights in the room flicker, and the television screen shatters.

It's more than enough to send Mrs. Hisa running out of there, refusing to answer any more questions.

As everything is happening all at once you can't stop your body from submitting to him. Something about the contrast between the iciness of his fingers and the hotness between your legs only adds to the pleasure. And you're left climaxing all over his spectral fingers. Huffing and gasping for air, your thighs trembling, and your skirt completely drenched.

He's still pissed, but he can't help but smirk as he watches you unravel before him.

"Nosy bitch," he hisses, "That's what you get..."

Finally, he releases you from his grasp, causing you to fall forward. Collapsed on the cold hardwood floor.

Once you've caught your breath you turn around to get a good look at him. But he's already gone.

However, the dread that manifests within you tells you that this won't be the last time you see him.

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ⛧ 𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻!𝑮𝒀𝑼𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶

Illustration by me for week one of kinktober Look out for the first chapter to come out tomorrow, Oct. 1st! ⇢ Kinktober Masterlist

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cw mentions of blood, gyutaro is a demon so he smells bad !!! , disgusting smells <3

he licks a long stripe up your neck to your cheek, his entire body shivering as he tastes you. you taste so sweet, savory— like a slab of meat.

"so.. pretty.." his voice shakes as he fucks into you, your beautiful sakura decorated kimono ripped to shreds by this fucking— demon.

he smells like blood— it's disgusting, putrid, horrid even, and yet you find yourself cumming all over him.

"g-gyuuu.. please, please.. don't stop.—" you gasp out, watching as his body bends in the most weirdest way— his bones cracking as he continues to fuck his swollen cock into you. after all the nights of him fucking into his palm as he watches you bathe— he finally has you cumming on him.

"can– can i cum inside?.. please, please. oh fuck— please. please. lemme, let me, lemme cum inside you— nngh." he babbles before sinking his teeth into your shoulder until your blood trinkles out, causing you to yell in pain— he uses his saliva to heal the wound as he stills his hips inside of you.

so much cum spills out, soiling your sheets, whatever is left of your kimono as well. you both stay there, your tummy almost bloated from how much he came.

"gyutaro.. will you come back?" you whisper, almost as if you spoke too loud, you'd wake up from a dream.

"y-yes." he mumbles, "always, always, always for you. so pretty. my girl.. so pretty.. so perfect– l-loving something like mee.. ahh... it's so so— good."

he nuzzles his head into you as if he were an animal, the scent of him still remaining but you don't really care anymore— your chest covered with his drool. you place your hand on the back of his head, in a silent attempt to soothe him.

"mhm. you're so pretty too, gyu."

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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗮?

「𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓」

𝖢𝖢'𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: I hate myself for this

Blind!Genya who cries in pain as he falls to his knees, covering his eyes. He could feel the warmth of his own blood bleed out of both his eyes and leak through the cracks between his fingers.

Blind!Genya who couldn’t help but cry actual blood as his eyes stung without a care in the world about himself. His older brother, the person he looked up to, his only living family member alive, blinded him.

Blind!Genya who spends several days with bandaids around his eyes like a blindfold.

Blind!Genya who is devastated to learn he can’t see even after the bandages are removed.

Blind!Genya who can’t navigate his surroundings as well as Himejima.

Blind!Genya who is basically forced to quit the corps.

Blind!Genya who struggles with even the simplest tasks as drinking water and can barely locate where his own mouth is.

Blind!Genya who shuts himself out in disgust of his own self for being so dependent.

Blind!Genya who feels an unfamiliar feeling rise up in him every time Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke come to visit and the topic of his brother is brought up. A feeling he only feels around demons.

Regretful!Sanemi who didn’t go on missions for several weeks and almost got fired himself.

Regretful!Sanemi who didn’t get that small feeling of happiness knowing his younger brother was safe from demons.

Regretful!Sanemi waking up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat as he looked at his hand. He could still see Genya’s blood dripping from his fingers.

Regretful!Sanemi who realised he was more like his father.

Regretful!Sanemi who tags along with Tanjiro and the others but stays outside, listening to the conversation Genya was having.

Regretful!Sanemi who’s world shattered when he heard Genya say that he didn’t have an older brother anymore.

Genya dropped to his knees, wails echoing through the walls of the hallway. Fresh blood dripped on the floor as he covered his eyes with one of his hands, feeling his own blood stain his skin.

The pain was so bad. Blood demon art felt so much better than being blinded by his own older brother who he loved so dearly.

“‘Nemi..!” He sobbed as he started to cry blood. There weren’t any tears, but he could tell that they were mixed with the blood. His eyes stung so much more.

Sanemi, on the other hand, was frozen completely. His index and middle finger on his right hand was dropped at his side, Genya’s fresh blood rolling down them.

Words were caught in his throat. Not knowing what else to do, Sanemi stayed silent before turning around on the balls of his heels and walking away silently, leaving behind Genya.

Genya was still sobbing — partially from the pain, but mainly at the fact that the only person he had left in the world hurt him.

Sanemi had always been telling people that he didn’t have a younger brother, and never stopped harassing him to quit the corps.

As time went on and as Genya’s wounds healed but his vision didn’t, he came to terms with Sanemi’s words.

A month after he quit the corps, Genya started saying his older brother died protecting him from their demon mother because to him, that was the day he truly did lose his brother.

Too bad he had to lose his own vision to finally figure it out.

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★ TAKING CARE OF YOU

CONTENT: Fluff, Crack, Domestic Life, Timeline was two years after the final battle, Sexual Themes, Sanemi’s vulgar mouth (lmao)

PAIRINGS: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

Sanemi hummed deeply as his calloused fingers tossed the pale yellow rice in the hot skillet.

You nuzzled your worn body against his back and inhaling the comforting scents of ginger and soy that rose from the pan. Wrapping your lone arm tightly around his waist, you pressed a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades and let out a contented sigh.

“You alright, love?”

Sanemi questioned upon hearing your weary exhale..

“A little bit tired...” Sluggishly, you tried squeezing him closer to convey your meaning, but your grip had slackened.

Concern rippled through Sanemi’s frame at your words. “Rest then,” he replied gruffly.

“But I wanna help,” you protested weakly, lifting your head with effort. Shifting to peer over his shoulder, you pulled your best pouting expression, though your exhaustion likely dulled the effect.

Sanemi huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes at your attempt.

“I’ve got this covered. You need to recover your strength,” he insisted, free hand rising to card through your disheveled hair in a rare gentle gesture, he frowned slightly as he saw that your usual radiance was muted, lovely eyes dull with exhaustion.

His eyes swept to your leaning form with a inspecting gaze that lingered on the space where your other arm had been.

“You can’t just expect me to let you cook and clean the house on your own when you only have one hand,” Sanemi muttered gruffly, turning back to the yakimeshi.

“Rest. You need it.” His voice was gentle as he tenderly ran his fingers through your hair, planting a soft kiss on your temple.

You furrowed your brows, a mix of exhaustion and defiance in your eyes as you stared at him. Your protest was on the tip of your tongue, but as Sanemi shot you a firm look, the words died down in your throat.

“Now.” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

With a defeated sigh, you begrudgingly pulled away from him, elbowing him lightly in the side as you did so. Sanemi let out a grunt of irritation, his eyes rolling in response to your brattiness.

“Just go rest, for me, darling...”

“Say please first.”

Sanemi shot you an exasperated glare, the lines on his forehead deepening in irritation.

“Just go and rest, for fuck’s sake, woman,” he grumbled, shaking his head in frustration and fondness.

“Nuh-uh. Say pretty please f’me, Nemi~” 

You couldn't help but taunt him further, a sly smile curling at the corners of your mouth.

“Say pretty please or you have no balls” you quipped, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

He deadpanned at you.

“My darling [Name], my love, my soul, you let me fuck you senseless most of the time and you have the audacity to say that?” Sanemi’s voice was laced with disbelief, his narrowed eyes locking onto yours.

“what even is the connect of you having no balls to that...”

You muttered, weirded out at his bluntness as your smug facade crumbled under his scrutiny, a sudden rush of uncertainty creeping into your mind.

Before you could come up with a retort, frustration bubbled up within you, culminating in a defiant gesture as you raised your middle finger and stuck your tongue out petulantly.

“Rest now.” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. You opened your mouth to shoot back a snarky remark, but his next words stopped you in your tracks.

“Or maybe I'll just fuck that attitude right out of you, and make you beg for rest,” he declared bluntly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes despite his bold words.

“You disgusting freak.”

A frown marred your features. You knew all too well that he wasn't one to make empty threats, his actions always speaking louder than words.

“Yeah, yeah, i am a disgusting freak. Now go.” He shooed you away.

“Fine,” you grumbled under your breath, not really in the mood for it, and casting a final eye-roll his way before reluctantly making your way back to your shared room.

“Hmph.” Sanemi scoffed.

As you left, Sanemi’s gaze lingered on you for a while before he went back to cooking again.

It has been two years since the demon slayer corps was disbanded.

And you and Sanemi now found solace in each other, joined as one in marriage — Just like the two of you had always dreamt off in the past — getting married together and making a family.

It was a bit tough for you two, since the both of you are technically amputees because of the final battle, but you two managed to make it work.

Though Sanemi had lost several fingers in the battle, your wounds ran far deeper — your left eye was gone, as was your left hand — it got sliced when you were fighting with the uppermoon one on the infinity fortress

It was tough being like this, but with you, he was happy.

After finishing cooking and preparing the fragrant yakimeshi, Sanemi hurried to your shared room and carefully placed the steaming tray of food on the polished wooden table, the aroma wafting through the air.

As he expected, you were not peacefully resting but reclining on the bed with a pout on your face — still seemingly bitter about him previously telling you to let him do all the work.

“Hey... Food is ready,” Sanemi announced, observing your reaction as you turned towards him, a hint of irritation in your expression.

“Are you forgetting something?” you questioned, arching an eyebrow expectantly.

What did you mean by that..?

Oh.

Oh..

Sanemi rolled his eyes before gracefully picking up the tray and lowering himself to his knees, presenting the delicious meal to you in a humble gesture.

“Here you go, your majesty. Your feast awaits,” he declared playfully, a smile tugging at his lips as you couldn’t help but giggle at the theatrical display. “Good, you may rise now,” you commanded in a regal tone, attempting to sound majestic, which only made him chuckle at how stupid you sound.

You curled your fingers around the smooth porcelain bowl, feeling its cold edges press into your skin as you lifted it from the tray.

Sanemi took the tray and placed it back on the table, as he kneeled before you once again.

“Can you eat it alone?” 

he asked, purple eyes searching your face.

“Of course I can,” you replied, feeling a small twist of irritation.

“I’m not paralyzed.”

“Just because I’m missing one hand doesn’t make me helpless.”

“I know that,” he grumbled, voice low. Reaching out, he cupped your thigh in one hand, calloused fingers brushing your skin in idle circles.

“But let me care for you, just this once,” He continued.

“Let your husband take care of you, just for once, hm?”

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

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my turn next

I can't get over the idea of full on pussydrunk gyutaro like him being so whiney as he does it maybe that for a request:))

°•Pvssydrunk Gyutarō headcanons

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW | MINORS DNI! | 0r4l s3x | Fingering

You had been busy lately, work and other things to do had consumed almost all of your time making your demon boyfriend get in a bad mood every time he came home and found you doing your chores of any kind.

The man grunted with reluctance every time you told him that you had to do something important and he ended up angrily returning to his sister and locking himself inside her for the rest of the night.

You apologized to Gyutaro many times but without caring that he always ended up angry. You promised him that you would make it up to him in a good way, however he wanted, and that led you two to tonight, right now. It had been a while, your thighs were burning and your waist was starting to tingle.

You had lost count of how long you had left your legs spread, letting Gyutaro bury his face in between them. It had been over an hour judging by the slight pains in your body. You stood on your arms on your futon and looked down to see Gyutaro who didn't seem to have any intention of stopping so you simply turned back to your spot and frowned at the sensation in your core.

"Ah-aah Gyutaro- are you going to finish yet?" You asked, your voice fragile.

You didn't want it to end because it was uncomfortable or you didn't like it, but a lot of time had passed and your body was beginning to ache and a heavy feeling invaded you. Gyutaro didn't say anything, he just looked up at you and continued doing his thing.

You couldn't take it anymore. You could feel your body damp with sweat, your legs trembling under your boyfriend's grip from being in the same position for too long, your entire cunt was wet and hot from Gyutaro's saliva, seeping into each of your folds every time. His tongue caressed your entire slit.

You could swear your clit was swollen from so much overstimulation and felt more sensitive than before making you squirm at the slightest movement of his lips.

Your moans filled the room as you moved your waist and tried to make the wet feeling of his tongue more pleasurable and maybe cum again. Your mind was empty until you heard more moans between your thighs, moans and whimpers from Gyutaro.

You leaned down to see him and sure enough, his voice trembled between your legs, saying incomprehensible praises to you and half-hearted curses into the air while he tasted you. His eyes were half open without taking an inch away from you, you could see the red painting his face and some tears threatening to salt the corners of his eyes while the sweat made the messy strands of his bangs stick to his forehead.

"G-Gyu-aah! Mmhh are you okay?"

An obscene snap sounded from between your legs as Gyutaro removed his lips from yours and looked at you. His gaze was lustful but somewhat lost, giving you the impression as if he were drunk, drunk on your taste.

"Oh babe, you're so fucking addictive...you're like a fucking drug to me..." His voice was raspy and shaky, his lascivious smile tilted sideways across his face and his sharp teeth were licked by his tongue to leave inside from his mouth every drop he had tasted of you. "You said you would make it up to me, now shut your mouth and spread your legs for me."

Saying this, Gyutaro lowered his hand towards you, introducing two of his fingers, making you arch your back along with a deep and loud moan that indicated your surprise.

You felt Gyutaro's fingers move inside you causing wet sounds as his big, thick thumb rested on your clit to press and move against your skin causing shivers to run through your body. You started moving towards him again, making his hand slide deeper and deeper into you listening to all kinds of dirty things he had to say to you until it was all too much and you cum on his hand for the fourth time in the night. Gyutaro's fingers immediately left you and he brought them to his mouth so as not to waste a single ounce of your release.

He opened your legs again and traced a line up and down with his tongue all over your cunt, completely licking your squirt in every corner. His lips sucked on your clit and his fingers finished overstimulating you until full of your flavor he dropped onto one of your thighs while he lazily kissed your skin and his fingers gently caressed your pussy.

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°•Daddy Gyutaro & kindergarten daughter•°

No warnings, just some little cute and fluffy headcanons! 🍓

You're the one who usually goes to pick up your daughter from kindergarten at noon but this time you had a meeting at the office so Gyutaro had to take care of it.

Gyutaro checked his watch every minute to make sure he was on time and not forgetting about the girl, he even set an alarm on his cell phone that would ring 10 minutes earlier. Fortunately, the kindergarten was close to home so Gyutaro was at the entrance of the place in less time than expected.

Outside the kindergarten there were many women of various ages between 25-35 years old, all mothers talking to each other about what they did the last weekend, the flowers that their husbands gave them and some neighborhood gossip so imagine the reaction of all when they saw a man with ripped jeans, combat boots and long hair, measuring almost 1.90 cms, arrive and stand next to them.

They all almost fainted from fright, they had never seen this guy, much less in a place like kindergarten. His appearance was intimidating and that was what Gyutaro liked. Deep down he enjoyed being different and scaring prejudiced people.

The bell rang and the teachers wearing cute coats with stickers in their hands came out and handed each child to their mother.

There was your little girl, looking for you with her eyes but she couldn't find you in the middle of so many people rushing at the door. The teacher looked for you anyway but upon seeing a strange and dark man she decided to be more alert and make sure that all the children were delivered right into the hands of their mothers.

"Can you see mommy, honey?" The teacher asked your daughter, with a sweet tone but still paying attention to the strange man. The little girl with blue eyes and curly hair couldn't see anything but a wave of market bags, legs and shoes with decorations until in the middle of the crowd, a smile formed on her face when she found a pair of worn black combat boots.

"Daddy!" The little girl said, excitedly raising her little hand and pointing at Gyutaro who barely managed to get through the crowd to the door.

It was evident that Gyutaro was her father, same eyes and hair, so he briefly introduced himself to his daughter's teacher so she could meet him, mentioning that you were at work today.

Gyutaro took his little daughter's hand and they both walked straight home. 

It was kind of funny to see other people scared by Gyutaro's appearance while he focused all his attention on his daughter and nothing else. The thin, tall, muscled man dressed in black walked down the street holding his little daughter's hand, carrying her pink backpack with a strawberry print while she showed him the stickers she had obtained for her good behavior and told him every detail of her day.