#clee’s.thoughts

[cleewii]

okay but can we talk about being muzans wife and screwing around with the upper moons behind his back 👁️👁️ (listen, he does know, he just never acknowledges it.)

because you gotta keep those rowdy, ill-tempered demons in check, right? there’s only so much loyalty you can sow through fear and pain, and you can’t have them running off and disobeying your darling husband, because god knows he works too hard to accomplish his silly little plan. it would be terrible of you not to lend a gentle hand where you could.

it’s really not your fault his boys start to get antsy over you; that they get a tad competitive over your attention, but could he really blame you for the weaknesses of his own creations?

and what were they if not extensions of himself? extensions of the world he’s promised to give you.

in the end, you are his—lady kibutsuji. always by his side with a pretty smile and a heart full of love and devotion to give. there’s no denying that. it’s just a matter of playing nice with your shared toys, even if they get a little too attached.

[cleewii]

AIDKWKDJSKKDKDKS tying his wrists behind his back and and and digging your fingers into his cheeks to wrench him up and kiss him while he gets all foggy and dumb

he can’t wipe away his stupid smile the whole time, even when you shove his face into a pillow and hold him there while fucking him all rough and mean

OR OR JUST CONSTANTLY HAVING A HAND AROUND HIS THROAT AND WATCHING HIS EYES GET ALL GLOSSY AND TEARY WHILE YOU FOLD HIS KNEES UP TO HIS CHEST—

i’m sorry ashi im so insane about him 😭

i wanna throw tengen around so bad. just manhandle him how you want him and see how his magenta eyes nearly bug out of his head, dick hardening under the rough treatment.

[cleewii]

Modern!au gyu and reader that he thinks is way too soft for him. Reader hasn't seen the horrors he's seen, the depravity of mankind. In the back of his mind he's scared it'll all come crashing down but he loves the little slice of heaven they've built for him. Somewhere gyutaro doesn't have to keep his guard up, where all he's concerned with is doing what reader asks of him.

At first it scared him to go into subspace but now gyu is practically addicted to shutting his brain off like that. He loves when they pet his hair, telling him he's so good and brave. How hard he works to provide for their little family (gyu, reader, and daki away at college. She visits at least once a week though, she'll never admit how homesick she gets).

Only when he's in subspace he won't fight back against reader's compliments. At most nipping against their thumb that's tracing over his lower lip. He gets the cutest lazy grin, none of the usual snark that hides beneath.

maybe you’d known him back in highschool, and you’d always thought he was kind of cool. he kept to himself, mostly, that mysterious ghost of a man who lingered with dark stories hanging over his head.

or maybe, maybe you started off complete strangers, but he’d frequented the gas station you closed for part-time enough, and the sleeve on his arm had been so worthy of your admiration, that the two of you became unlikely friends, and after enough nights of him coming to ur shitty apartment with a case of shittier beer, something more began to blossom within the cracked paint and creaky floors of your home.

there’s always an innocence to you that draws him in. something inside that hasn’t cracked or withered under the dim flickering streetlights of the city. you smile so wide, and you always have a kind greeting for everyone. always “have a good night”, “get home safe!” and “thank you so much!” with you. when was the last time he’d heard those things around this side of town? how often had he seen that same genuine kindness in the eyes of this city?

he gets stuck on your sweet smiles and promises, finds himself trying to give you one’s of his own, and it’s all so different. you’re so different.

so there are some times when he gets lost inside of his own head, and through a labyrinth of logic and emotion and selfishness, in the center of it all he thinks—believes—that you’re worth more than what he can offer. the thought aches in his chest every time, but he thinks of his own gnarled body and face, gets lost in the memories of starvation and fear, and he knows, he knows, he knows you can’t belong with him.

he slides into the car, shifts it into drive, and keeps moving forward until he comes face to face with the building that’s become etched into memory. and he thinks this is it. this time he’ll be strong enough to do it. to cut you loose and free you from this festering wound he’s all but inflicted upon your gentle soul. but the moment he knocks on that door, and it’s your sweet smiling face that greets him, he can’t help but splinter and melt into your arms.

when you kiss him, he goes foggy, like his heads been filled with thick cotton, and he lets you sit him down for dinner. he lets you lead him to your bed. you hold him so tight; you touch him in places he’s never been touched and share with him words he’s never heard before, not once in his life, but he needs them so bad he’d just about die if he never heard them again.

he lets the selfish, broken, hopeful part of him win every time. he lets you work him over, let’s you fill up the many cracks littering his being, and when his mind finally goes quiet, and he’s become fully emerged in the heaven you’ve managed to wrought into existence, it’s then when he’ll sink into your pillows and let pitiful sounds fall from his lips. begging for the things he wants, wishing for you. every time.

[cleewii]

neuvillette is SO HUSBAND. you skip past boyfriend and go straight to husband!!

within a week he’s memorized the way you take your coffee, your favorite brand of laundry softener, the exact shape and size of your favorite spoons and forks.

he shows up wit groceries??? just??? because he noticed the alarming amount of emptiness in your fridge? and he somehow picks up on what food you’re fixated on for the week???

takes him forever to be comfortable enough to just kiss you, but the urge to acquaint himself with your everyday life starts from the moment he meets you.

[cleewii]

wait now i’m so curious. tell me your visionnn 👀

OKAY WAIT LISTEN—

i’m not saying that there is something kinda hot (and sick and twisted) about finding that little broken sword dummy, and maybeeee using it in ways it was def not meant to be used.

and i’m def not saying that MC potentially being a bit of a tinkerer results in the ancient mechanism coming out with one or two new appendages. and, you know, maybe a conscienceness .

and it’s not that a conscience just appeared, or that it came to your home with this purpose in mind, but with these new mechanisms and environments and sensations, it—he starts to become more aware, starts to think in things outside of sword technique and training, until one day he finds himself fantasizing about the lonely little weirdo who stole him, who fixed him up, gave him a home outside of the wailing storms and pounding hail. he knows he’s not supposed to be alive, but he realizes he doesn’t want to go back to being a training dummy anymore. especially when his little owner is so cute and pretty, and they make such strange sounds in the middle of the night, can never seem to look him in the eye come morning.

anyways yeah. i’m not saying anything. not saying a word.

[cleewii]

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[cleewii]

i’m still thinking about this because i’m obsessed with shy MC whose internally so deranged, that when the boundary within the relationship they have with this mf-ing machine is crossed, the freak shit rlly comes out.

like, they’re jumping that poor dummies bones the second they come home from work. forcing him into positions that make the mechanisms inside of him strain, and creak—groaning and moaning where his voice cannot.

he always comes out needing a few more repairs, but MC is more than happy to fix him up after they get a little too rough with him, and it’s not like he’s complaining either. anything to spend more time underneath his lovely owners kind eyes, working him back together again as easily as they can take him apart <3

wait now i’m so curious. tell me your visionnn 👀

OKAY WAIT LISTEN—

i’m not saying that there is something kinda hot (and sick and twisted) about finding that little broken sword dummy, and maybeeee using it in ways it was def not meant to be used.

and i’m def not saying that MC potentially being a bit of a tinkerer results in the ancient mechanism coming out with one or two new appendages. and, you know, maybe a conscienceness .

and it’s not that a conscience just appeared, or that it came to your home with this purpose in mind, but with these new mechanisms and environments and sensations, it—he starts to become more aware, starts to think in things outside of sword technique and training, until one day he finds himself fantasizing about the lonely little weirdo who stole him, who fixed him up, gave him a home outside of the wailing storms and pounding hail. he knows he’s not supposed to be alive, but he realizes he doesn’t want to go back to being a training dummy anymore. especially when his little owner is so cute and pretty, and they make such strange sounds in the middle of the night, can never seem to look him in the eye come morning.

anyways yeah. i’m not saying anything. not saying a word.