#[ deadoves— ☆]

[dilfhos]

TRAINRIDE

#!WHO; DABI x fem!READER

A! i hope u ignore this cus its stupid but I think dabi/touya being a total scum to huge endeavor fan reader should be a thing

+ (i added my twist to it; at the time this was sent, i was on my dc shit heavy and id already started it)

#!CW: deadoves!n0nc0n, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, implied exhibitionism, gaslighting, touya arc if you squint real close! dabi has dick piercings bc i said so

tagging: @mostlyheinous @scariusaquarius @dabislittlemouse @nyx--knacks @the-grimm-writer @ectologia

Dabi hated taking public transportation, especially now.

It subjected him to having to conceal his identity for one, blending into the fleeting crowds with dark, long clothing. It didn’t bother him as much had it been any other time, one where he wasn’t on constant guard or easily irritated by familiar phrases and his face.

Dabi only gave a quick glance to the glass behind him, eyeing the way his big hood hung low on his head, hand deep into his trench pocket as the other supported his balance. He drew his hood lower at the glance from a man on his left.

The train eased to a stop and the doors slid open as the crowd swarmed to bring in and send out more people. When the doors closed and the train began to move again, he found himself being thrown forward. A small yelp came from the woman in front of him, turned partially.

He was about to mumble something before his eyes made contact with what she was wearing.

Seeing that you were brazenly adorned in merchandise of the number one hero, he scrunched his nose up at the sight of your complimentary accessories before finally settling on your face. Preoccupied with your phone to notice his oggling, you shifted, body moving with the force of the train as it started moving.

Dabi didnt mean to look, but the subtle quake of your chest piqued his vision and he wished he wasn’t met with those same fucking eyes. How cringe you looked with the familiar navy phone-case you had on the back of your phone to match.

In fact, if Dabi wanted to, he’d stand there and count every one of Endeavor’s paraphernalia and the number could be well over three. You really walk around like that? Parading your favorite hero on your body like a fangirl poster.

He chuckled darkly before rolling his eyes. Yeah, you probably had one or two of them in your room that you fuck yourself to at night to boot.

The train was only a little crowded but not enough to fully obscure your body from his view. You were dressed in jeans, the denim pairing with a snug t-shirt that sculpted your chest perfectly under his gaze. On the back he could see the familiar bright flames. They were disgustingly familiar, completing the stoic features of the hero on the front.

“Endeavor, huh?” You finally glanced up, a bit surprised to find barely anyone on board at this point. A few men sat adjacent, some sleep, others occupied on their own devices and papers or simply dead in gaze as they awaited their respective stops.

Then him, of course.

Turning fully around you face the source of the comment and your heart began to hammer.

Under a subtle glance or two, he didn’t look too out of the ordinary. Dark pants, shoes and a coat on his back, he could’ve as easily passed for some unremarkable human being cold and exhausted from days events. However, under the certain proximity, you had a clear view of his face, unmistakably his metal-littered, scarred face and the dangerously piercing gaze to match.

You parted your lips but he held up a finger, silencing you before you could squeak a sound. He glanced around toward the few other occupants in the car, noting them to be of no significance until his eyes returned back to yours, the silent threat of impending danger weighing heavily in the air around you.

“Are you-are you going to kill me?” You finally said, voice sickeningly timid. Wide eyes peered up at him, height clearing yours as he slowly backed you towards the side of the car.

“He your favorite hero?” Dabi ignored your question, eyes flickering to your chest before his hand followed. You squeaked in surprise as he boldly placed his hand against your breast.

Jerking away, you prepare to to defend yourself when he gripped your wrist.

“To answer the question, I’m not gonna kill you. ‘M just gonna hurt you real bad though,” You’re spun before another word is uttered, the rattling of metal against wheels loud enough to drown your protests.

“Please don’t do this,” His hands were exploring your body, running up your thighs and cruelly pinching at the skin on your sides before settling on the hem of your jeans.

“Please don’t,” You whimpered shakily, meeting the villain’s eyes in the glass.

“I just feel like ya personally insulting me y’know?” He grunted over the sound of his belt clinking. His hand was back on your side now, nails digging into the meat of the exposed skin until drawing a wince.

Dabi shuffled forward until your hands were pressed against the wall of the train, steadying yourself. His other made quick work of yanking down your jeans until they rested around your thighs, panties on display before his hungry gaze.

“D-don’t. I’ll scream.” By now, you’d been reduced to a whimpering, teary-eyed mess, your frantic gaze shifting through the other riders for a witness to what was going on.

But they were all too preoccupied to care.

“Yeah, for who?” The passengers that did notice were the wrong ones.

You met the greedy eyes of the man closest to you and the way his own dropped down to your connected bodies. Dabi was quick to notice that and chuckled before leaning down toward your ear.

“Still your idol, doll? This is his society, you know? The one on your ridiculously, ugly top,” He snickered, his fingers hooking into the side of your panties.

Before you could cry out, his scarred hand clamped over your mouth at the same time as his cock breached your cunt. You tensed, nothing escaping you but a muffled gasp as he shoved himself past your tight ring of resistance. Your eyes were wide, peering back at you in the glass, reflecting off of the pain and horror present.

“Mm, so tight.” He licked the shell of your ear and you release a shuddering sob. He began a snappy, brutal pace, the thick cock dragging heavily through your dry walls. Every time he pulled away, you felt every vein, every metallic orb scraping against gummy insides.

He slammed back into you at the same time the train screeched over rusted tracks, grunting with every stroke, his thin hip bones snapping against your ass.

His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist, his wrist only flicking to push and pull you back onto his dick. His other hand remained pressed against your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. You reached behind to at least try and push him away, alleviate the grating pain he was causing but your attempts were laughable as he only slapped away your efforts.

Dabi sped up, stumbling forward until your front was pressed against the metal interior, body squished between hot and cool. The hand over your mouth dropped to hang loosely around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his. The hood over his head only served to make him all the more menacing with the shadow that casted over his grotesque features.

“What do you think Mr. Endeavor would say if he saw his biggest fan being defiled like this? Probably be disgusted huh? I mean, allowing a complete stranger to fuck you on public transportation.” Your eyes closed as you imagined the twisted look of repulsion on your favorite hero and the image brought you to more tears.

You hiccupped as he trailed fingers down in between your legs to brush against your clit, missing the way his grin widened at the way you suddenly tense up. You released a pained moan at the way your pussy clamped down on him.

“So sensitive,” He chuckled at the way you try and bite down your orgasm. He could feel you start to relax, your cunt pulsating around him as your juices started to slick him up.

Overhead, the sound of the loudspeaker crackling at the next stop had Dabi’s eyes glancing up, as if now aware of the time. Releasing you, his hand fell to your other hip where his blunt nails dug as his pace quickened.

“Stop’s coming up,” He mumbled. You didn’t really hear him though. You were busy trying not to give in to the way his cock was filling you up, the pain parting into pleasure, your juices beginning to fall and squish around his dick.

Your head hung low; you couldn’t even look at your reflection in the glass anymore, at the way your brows furrowed over glossy, blown eyes. The way your wet lips part to release silent moans. You were despicable. You couldn’t call yourself a fan of the great Endeavor anymore, not after this.

Not after him.

Dabi’s feet planted firmly, his hips suddenly stuttering to a halt. He was quick to conceal your squeal with his hand again as his dick twitched in your cunt. Your teary eyes widened as you felt warmth flooding you, too horrified to even move save for your trembles.

He was still going, slowly rutting his nut back into you with shallow strokes. It was only until you heard a chime overhead that he pulled away with a content sigh.

Dabi eyed the way his cum was beginning to seep down your thighs, dripping into your bunched up jeans and an idea formed in his head, one that had him grinning sadistically.

A moment later your trembling legs finally gave way allowing you to sink onto the floor.

He began to fix himself, adjusting the hood on his head. He threw a cocky salute to the man eyeballing him earlier and a final disgusted look down at those eyes on your shirt. He then shook his head with a forming smile, walking away and leaving you on the floor of the cold train. The whooshing of the doors were deafening in your ears as you looked up to greedy eyes.

Back at the hero agency, Endeavor’s phone lit up and a notification from an unknown number had his brows furrowed in confusion at the link. His scowl only deepened after further investigation.

DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content—current or archival.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi fanfic #dabi smut #bnha x reader #reader x dabi #dabi fic #bnha smut #[ deadoves— ☆] #[ output—☆ ] #old request #awe i hope this anon somehow finds this lol #ft a corny ass joker line LEAVE ME ALONE

[ranburs]

heres an old nsfw drawing i did a bit ago for my first lost 🙏

#poppyblr #poppytwt #poppytwitter #tombur #deadove

[despairots]

THE ORACLE / © deadoves 2023

「 gojo satoru x gender neutral! reader 」

PLOT: what is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying. days after days, months after months— you were stuck in this endless cycle of being worshipped like a deity; you were a child, one that was misleaded. you were spoiled and dotted for simply breathing by this cult that worshipped your clan. coincidentally, you were given to this cult because of your reversed curse technique, which was only 5% chance of inheriting, rare but not impossible. to lose is a human right, you took that right away.

CONTENT WARNING: swearing, suggestive themes, cults, implied self harm, self destructive behaviour, depression, mental health, disorders, sexual assault, blood, canon violence, implied misogyny, reader gets mistaken as a women from men and they get mistaken as a feminine man to women, reader goes by they/them, torture, cult activities, murder, masochism, sadism, manipulation, slow burn, obsessive themes, unhealthy love, religious trauma, etc.

AUTHORS NOTE: i was so torn between making this gender neutral or male, so it’s gender neutral but it’s hinted that reader is masculine but AGAIN, this IS gender neutral. they/them pronouns. readers appearance isn’t described, reader is YOU, i specifically made this fanfic for YOURS and MY pleasure, imagine reader how ever you want. follows the manga btw. this story might have some spelling errors but ignore them, my brain processes words faster then my fingers, so if i think like “in the end, your life isn’t something precious to you, his was.” sum words or spelling grammar would appear lolsies :33 reblogs >> likes

ARC 1:

act 1, scene 1

i want to touch. i want to be touched. i want to hurt. i want to be hurt. and if you feel the same way, you’re as bad as me.

act 1, scene 2

humans are a combination of both, good and bad. what’s the point in focusing on just one side?

act 1, scene 3

in their heart, there was an empire of corpses. growing and growing.

act 1, scene 4

the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like a religion, like the way you look at me.

act 1, scene 5

such a waste of a child, such rumination. i am obsessive. i contain nothing but the replay. i am blood and blood and replay.

ARC 2:

act 2, scene 1

to be continued…

#kaz. 💫 #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk spoilers #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gender neutral readers #shoko ieiri #geto suguru #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #nanami kento #satoru gojō x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #mahito #kenjaku #kaz’s books. 🔭 #yandere themes #suggestive themes #cults #tw swearing #only murders in the building #no beta we die like men #gojo fanfic

[tinfairies]

Not really deadove, but puppy play with Aegon/Jace/Aemond? Like, the full bells & whistles (collar, tail, mittens, etc)

Pretty pretty please?

TW: Pet play, humiliation

"Who's my good boy?" they taunt as they tug on the leash. Aegon only whimpers and stares up at his master, his ass full with the tail plug, rubbing on his prostate with every movement. His master gives a 'tsk' and yanks the leash, pulling him forward and slamming his chest against their thigh.

"Who's my good boy?" they ask more sternly. Aegon gulped, then gave a pitiful bark. His face flushed with embarrassment.

Aemond refused to look his master in the eyes. He doesn't know how he got roped into this, the plug stretched his ass and the tail tickled his bare skin. He was on his hands and knees with his head on his masters lap, now he remembers why he agreed to this. Their wet cunt dripped, and he was so close to being able to lick it up. But he's been a bad dog, and has to earn his treat.

Jace is ever the people pleaser, and makes a good dog. He loves the way his ass stretches around the plug, the way the tail brushes against his skin. He's so good, he listens to every command and earns his treats well. He does get overstimulated and cums without permission but his master can't be too mad at him, he's just so excited.

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd imagine #house of the dragon imagine #hotd headcanon #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen ii #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #Smut #Reactions

[wolfriver777]

Thinking of maybe making a side blog for my silly dead dove/horny esk thoughts and rambles, I'd do it here but I don't wanna scare the hoes (the mutuals) or perhaps I'll create a tag for it but still I'd feel bad for jump scaring yall like it's twitter dot com

But yeah idk

#personal #ri fandom posting #? #mmmm button is for me to press but like if you press it ok i guess xD

[vampi-amora]

Finally got around to making my header LMAOO- but helloooo!

Im amora! im 20 and I write stories for my fellow fatties lol!

I’m a dark content/ deadove blog and I specifically write yandere type stories with dark undertones, like (abuse, stalking, noncon, and stuff the like..) So if ur not comfortable wit that, please exit the building

Other then that, here are some fandoms I’m In. Theres more that I Like, but to keep it simple I’ll give like ten or so.

Genshin impact, My hero academia, ANYTHING FNAF-especially walten files-(I love the pumpkin rabbit😭)JoJo-(even with my little knowledge abt it💀), chainsaw man, jujustu kaisen, demon slayer, hunter x hunter, black butler, seven deadly sins, Obey me, and soul eater.

Um…I have my inbox open normally , so if u guys want anything or just to talk-I’m all ears!! and sorry if I take my time responding in advance I’m lazy ash ngl🫶🏿

#x chubby reader #headers #genshin x reader #tw noncon #vampi🦝. #chubby #genshin smut #yandere bnha #idk lol #plusize #yandere x chubby reader #yandere fnaf #obey me #yandere jujutsu kaisen

[lets-find-a-roleplay]

Hello there, just call me Cosmic, I created a new roleplay blog where people can find new roleplay partners. I noticed there was a lack of actually active ones, so come on here! I'll post your rp ads for you.

Rules•

•Please put down your age range or age.

•I'm fine with asking for deadove, but do not ask for anything minor x adult.

•Do not ask to roleplay real-life people like K-pop idols or YouTubers. Those have never made sense to me or made me feel comfortable. They are real-life people, not characters

•only ask for Nsfw if you're 18+

•Feel free in asking for group rp or advertising you're own rp blog here.

•please give me the full title of what you're show/game/book/etc, it makes it easier to tag them.

Might add more rules later on but this it is so far!

#roleplay #roleplay blog #rp #rping #fandom #fandom roleplay #orignal roleplay #roleplaying #rp ad #rules #blog rules #roleplay search #roleplay ask blog #roleplay finder

[medicated-akito]

about me & rules

- intro

hi :) im rhiya or indie, im a 19 ('04) year old and i like to write silly things !! ive been writing fics since i was in middle school (i posted them to wattpad, and they somehow did well despite being garbage???) anywho! here's some stuff about me!

- i use he/she/fae/it pronouns !

- i identify as bigender tmasc & bisexual !

- i'm diagnosed with osdd & ocd along w other things so pls keep it in mind if we interact!

- my discord is acesanyuri. & my ao3 is udagawas

- my favs include karma akabane, shigure sohma, choso kamo, rinko shirokane, veldora tempest, diablo (tensura), and bartolomeo (op) !!

- rules

i dont post nsfw on this blog so idm -18 interacting but please do not message to become friends if you're a minor!

- i do NOT write proship/fic, deadove, propara content so please dont ask. i also ask that you DNI if you align yourself with any of the aforementioned communities

- i may write fics with dark topics pertaining to s*icide, s/h, ab*se, and topics to deal with mental health and such but i will never in anyway glorify, fetishize or ecourage those actions. they will also all be properly tagged in the masterlist and ch

- i ask that my inbox, comments and reblogs be free of homophobia, racism, zionism, xenophobia, and the like. i strive to create a safe space for all !

i think that's all for now.. ><

- masterlists

so let me be a dreamer ; kobylu i want a love like the movies ; sakusa kiyoomi x reader one piece characters as texts from me & my friends

[iridiss]

A Second of Serenity

Fan character belongs to deadove on artfight.net! https://artfight.net/character/1734309.006

#art #digital art #artwork #artists on tumblr #illustration #art fight 2022 #art fight #art fight team wither #rain world #fan art #rain world fanart #there’s a miros bird right around the corner #it’s waiting for you #watching

[prettyboykatsuki]

yandare nagi noncon abo deadove watersports soulmate au nippleplay ddlg scenting breeding mpreg bloodplay knifeplay dove is very dead dove is on the floor dove is cold n six feet underground scat incest cannibalism fluff no angst character death! make it happen sport👴🏻👆🏻

me trying to reach word count on an essay

#return to sender #ask to tag #MAKE IT HAPPEN SPORT IS SENDING #this is literally whar i hear when ppl send me like one line requests 😭

[sabik-sphinx]

Mass attack for Din0shroom , Oracle-Sphinx , SphinxTea , qemtati , deadove

#artfight team wither #artfight2022 #sphinx #my art

[dilfhos]

PART ONE.

#!WHO; Sukuna the demon ft. GOJO.

#!CC: deadoves! no warning. MDNI. [read the tags on original knktbr fic. this is still dc.]

note: soo, ive been craddlin’ this baby since 2019, only recently deciding to add Sukuna and Gojo. very begrudgingly posting it here, however i will not be updating if this flops. ik how tumblr is with long fics/series—unfair. so if you’re interested lmk or else you can read on my ao3 !!

You arrive at the old Kaisen house, adoring the scene. The demon sets his sights on you.

WC. 3.8k+

[I.] [II] [III.] | KINKTOBER ‘23 | plz reblog if you enjoyed, id love to reach an audience!

“We’re here,” Your eyes fluttered open, the sun rays spilling into your vision as you stirred awake. Beside you was your best-friend, Gojo Satoru, sitting back, his hand tugging at the hem of his damp shirt. You looked over at him then forward through the front window, met with an old gate. Behind it was the house, large in stature and almost intimidating as it stood in front of the afternoon sun, casting long shadows along the lawn.

“Looks like the gate is—”

“I got it!” You interrupted eagerly, unbuckling your seatbelt and leaping out the car. You made your way towards the gate, unlatching the metal and pushing it open. You then stood, admiring the house further.

It was a beautiful old giant, its Victorian style exterior being the highlight of it all. You glanced around you, noticing how the rest of the street seemed almost separated from your patchy plot of land. As if the neighboring houses were trying to get away. Segregated from the quaint smaller houses filled with decored and neat lawns, was your new home.

You made a motion towards the car, prompting Satoru to reach and grab the bag that held your prized item. You took your camera and eagerly paced back and forth near the entrance until you found a good spot to take a photo.

Yeah, there would be plenty of pictures in the future. The house was even more beautiful through the lens as you snapped a couple. In front of the house to the left was a large tree, nearly scarce of green leaves as it added more touch of age to the scene.

“How long are you going to be out there?” Satoru called, an arm draped over the open window. You could hear a tinge impatience in his tone but you didn’t move yet.

“Sorry! I’m coming!”

He sighed, leaning his head back against the headrest, fingers strumming against the wheel. A thin coat of sweat beaded along his skin, slicking his white locks down against his forehead.

This house really gave him the creeps. He understood you wanted to get away from everything but he didn’t think it would go this way.

A couple months ago, he had visited you in the city and was surprised by the fact that you were wanting to move out. Not just out of the apartment but out of the entire area. You told him you wanted a change in pace, in scenery. To quit your current job for the time being and just be at peace. He honestly thought you were out of your mind but after coming to terms with how that life was treating you, he supported the decision. He was your best friend, he would always support your decisions, even the…bold ones.

His eyes scanned the surroundings.

This part of town was quietly tucked in the country and had plenty of beautiful places to photograph and “run through fields” as he put it. Given the little population and even fewer vacancies, there weren't any options to live except for the old manor a little bit on the edge of town.

Being protective, Satoru didn’t waste time in Shadowvale’s research and made privy to the stories but he didn’t believe them. It was just a silly ghost legend made up by the oldheads to spook outsiders and the younger generations. But it didn’t stop him from telling you about them.

Being much like your friend to find the story silly, you laughed it off, ecstatic that you would finally be moving. And he wasn’t that far of a drive from you so he supposed it was fine.

Satoru watched as you finally circled back to the passenger side, eyes down on the camera screen. You got in, sighing at the gust of cool air. The car began moving again as it crept forward past the gate and along the dirt path that led up to the large house.

“Get any good shots?”

“Yes! It’s more beautiful through the lens than in person. And the way the light was hitting it…” Satoru smiled as he listened to you excitedly fill him in as if he could understand a half of what you were talking about.

. . .

“What is in here? ” Satoro croaked, nearly collapsing on the porch. He had one of your boxes in his arms, stumbling toward the door. Following close behind him was you with another box. You rested a foot upon the first step of the porch, ignoring the stressed creak it brought.

“Just clothes?” You honestly didn’t know. It could have been anything really and as far as you knew, it wasn’t even heavy. He probably just wanted something to complain about.

“They feel like bowling balls,” He sat the box down in the foyer, swiping at sweat that began to bead down his temple. You rolled your eyes as you followed behind him placing the box on top.

The sky was beginning to darken, more clouds obscuring the afternoon sky. Shadows seemed to appear in the dimness, warping spindly shapes across the lawn. The thicker clouds that seemed to come out of nowhere loomed over the countryside with promises of rain in the night.

You shivered, arms pricking in goosebumps as you crossed the threshold, placing down another box. It seemed so cold all of a sudden, a stark contrast to how it was nearly an hour ago when your clothes were practically melting against your skin. You jumped when you felt a firm hand grip your shoulder.

“Woah, jumpy already?” Satoru grinned, pinching your cheek. “If you’re gonna chicken out, tell me now so I won’t have to load the rest.”

“You’re just trying to get out of work, Gojo,” You playfully shoved his arm and made your way back to the car. The only thing that remained was your television, propped up at an odd angle because of its large size. The trek to the house was awkward with the screen nearly bigger than you, but you made it, sitting the appliance against the wall of the foyer.

At least the chill was gone, after having broken another sweat. You watched from the doorway as Satoru closed all of the doors. Once more, your eyes ventured up towards the sky, another shiver running down your spine.

“You okay?” He questioned, making his way towards the door. You nodded, stepping back to allow him inside before closing the door.

Sukuna’s canines were made visible as his malicious grin widened, stretching inhumanly against his face. Raven spikes jutted out every which way, a part only tamed enough to fall before his striking crimson eyes as he looked over the railing of the staircase. He ran a clawed finger teasingly over the wood, always touching but never feeling.

The demon licked his lips slowly, his intense gaze catching you and the way you ran your hands along your arms in the foyer. His claws began to strum lightly against the wood as he continued to watch you with focus.

You walked further into the house, in awe at how spacious the interior was. To your right was a winding staircase, leading up to what looked to be a balcony. Unaware of the demonic presence, your eyes linger in the place he stood before moving on to your left.

The foyer spilled into a wide den, already furnished with a couch and a couple love chairs covered in plastic. The plastic crinkled under your touch as your fingertips ran along the surface of the couch, seeking out small holes and other old looking stains.

Everything had an antiquated touch to it and you wondered how long the house had been standing, abandoned by its previous owners.

Your eyes wandered to the fireplace on the far end of the living room. The entrance was gated with a rusting metal. You squatted down, fingers running along the rough bricks. Frowning at the dust that gathered on your skin, you straightened, rubbing your hands against your jeans.

From the balcony, the demon had the perfect view of you. So curious, eyes darting around only to pause and inspect something of little significance just for you to do it all again. He watched as you made a circle around the den, studying everything your greedy eyes took in as if the sight were new.

“Gojo?” You called, making your way back towards the boxes.

Was that what the other one was called? Frankly, he couldn’t bother to care as he’d already signed off on him. He’d make a decent meal though.

“Yeah!” Satoru responded from the kitchen. You peered in that direction for a few seconds waiting for him to emerge. Rolling your eyes, your attention returned to the box you were squatted in front of.

“Don’t go running off. You still have to help me,” You whined, hands rummaging through the cardboard. Empty handed, you flipped over the flaps to a nearby box, doing the same thing.

“This sink doesn’t work! It's like… stuck or something,”

“Just leave it before you break it more. I’ll call someone tomorrow.” You shouted, standing up. You sighed, stretching as your little fingers wiggled upwards. Sukuna watched unmoving as you stretched, eyeing a brief sight of your tummy.

Those were a lot of boxes. Not the occasional suitcase or makeshift plastic bags he usually saw with squatters.

So you were moving in. He chuckled darkly.

He actually couldn’t determine if you were stubborn or just plain stupid. You probably thought that nothing existed beyond your little mortal realm, that no outworldly dangers could harm you.

The small chuckle developed into a much throatier laugh, the noise disappearing into nothing. He was about to disappear before his attention snapped back towards you, his hands gripping the peeling wood of the banister almost painfully as he leant over the bar.

You had gasped, his ears picking up on the familiarity of sound, quickly identifying it as surprise. Fear? Sukuna watched in intrigue as your eyes darted around for the source, only briefly ghosting over the place he stood. He remained frozen, holding his breath as you looked right through him.

You could’ve sworn you heard laughter. The floorboards creaked beneath your feet as you walked around, trying to strain your ear for whatever you heard.

“Toru?” Maybe he was on the phone or something.

Unfortunately for you, that second was all it took for the demon to be immediately interested in you.

For decades, he remained rooted to this cursed plot after his grisly death with the inability to be seen, felt, and most definitely heard. He only controlled the physical realm which made for a lot of entertaining nights for whoever dared to trespass. Not to mention he was granted his demonic familiars. They had no intelligence but it kept him company, he supposed. Less lonely being evil if he’s surrounded by the very essence.

But something about that little gasp as if you heard something illogical... It made him lick his lips, something dark and enticing settling into the pit of his stomach. His mind was racing with new fun and exciting things he wanted to do with this information.

Satoru finally emerged from the kitchen, his shirt spotted in darkness, hair dripping in water. You took one look at his disgruntled form and bursted out laughing, immediately forgetting about the noise you heard.

“Its funny that your new sink is janked up?”

“Janked up?” His seriousness only made it funnier. He sucked his teeth and made his way towards the boxes, hastily searching for a towel.

“What were you...even doing...in there?” You said in between giggles. He only ignored you as you wiped away the wetness that gathered in your eyes.

“Are you done?” He deadpanned. You nodded with a smile. He only scoffed before he started to bring out contents from one of the boxes. You then took your place next to him, sorting through the items.

“Hey, what was funny earlier?” You cut through the silence.

“What do you mean?” He crinkled his forehead.

“You were laughing at something. Did Suguru send a dumb meme or something?” You giggled. Your face only fell at his response.

“I wasn’t laughing and I haven’t spoken to him since last Tuesday.”

Little words were exchanged as he helped you unpack. He was probably still upset. After a while, you grew bored and wanted to venture around. Even though you’d already seen the house on the tour, you were itching to do something. Standing up, you brushed off your hands, attention venturing to the staircase balcony.

“Hey, I’m gonna go check out the rooms upstairs,” A simple grunt was made as Satoru looked towards you.

“I’m not getting paid to do this!” He shouted as you began your trek. You smiled, calling back, “The unwavering devotion to the best friend in the entire world should be enough to start right?”

Upon going up, you felt a weird chill and found yourself turning towards the wall. You paused midway, eyeing the surface where you saw what was assumed to be a large painting or portrait.

You couldn’t really tell with the dingy cloth that covered it. Your fingers itched to tear away the cloth to reveal what was underneath but you didn’t. This was just one of the many things left behind by the last owners and you felt if you did, it'd somehow be disrespectful. You should call the realtor to inquire about possibly having some of the stuff taken out of the house.

“Hey, I’m going to step out for a bit, I need some air,” Satoru called from the doorway, suddenly feeling nauseous. You leaned over the wooden balcony, amazed at how high you were. After waving him off, he walked out, the door creaking shut behind him and you turned, facing the hallway.

The way you stood there was kind of enticing, especially with the way your eyes darted around with that same greedy look he noticed before. But something else was mixed with it, Sukuna noticed.

Unease.

He could sense it in the way you tensely rocked on the balls of your feet, looking between the few rooms that lined the dark hallway. Sukuna stood at the very end on the hall, leaning against the peeling door with arms crossed, watching for your next move. He really wanted you to walk his way so he could get a taste of that nerve-racked aura but much to his dissatisfaction, you chose the first room on the left.

It was fine, he could be patient. He only had the rest of his eternal death.

With a menacing grin, his form shivered, bending into the light until he was gone.

. . .

Even though you’d seen the rooms on the tour, viewing them again took your breath away once more in how spacious it was. Every part of the house exuded mystery and refinement. The bathrooms had surprised you the most; one being nearly as big as the bedroom, having room for a large claw-footed bathtub, a shower, plus two sinks. Giving one last look, you decided that it did pair nicely with the room attached. As expected, the large king-sized bed was still there, neatly made. Deciding to exit out the bedroom, you made your way toward the door.

“What the…” You tried the knob, jerking the brass but it was stuck. You tried once more, taking the handle between both hands and jiggling it as hard as you could.

You could see the wooden door moving against the frame but it wouldn’t open. This didn't happen on the tour. You stepped back, deciding to go through the other way but stopped in the middle of the bathroom, an eyebrow lifted in confusion.

Did you close the door behind you?

It was shut just like the other. No...you didn’t think you did. You moved towards the door turning the handle.

It was stuck too.

“Gojo?” You called, gripping the doorknob. Was he messing with you? You pulled and pushed with more force now, pacing to the other door to be met with the same result. Your stomach churned thickly as your skin began to prickle with heat.

“Gojo, open the door! This isn’t funny!” You called slapping your palm against the wood. You were beginning to grow frantic until finally, the door gave way.

Stumbling forward, you immediately gag at the sour odor that hit your nose. It smelled rotten and it caused you to cover your face with your arm.

But the odor was immediately forgotten when your eyes settled on the sight of the last room. You moved to the large rectangular window across the way, the sides framed by flowing curtains. It ran from the edge of the ceiling, stopping just above the hardwood floors.

The view outside was just as breathtaking as the first time, spreading over the fields of the rural side. You could see some houses peppering the golden hills of early autumn land.

“Wow,” You whispered, moving around the room. There was a queen-sized bed on one side, neatly made in a similar fashion as the one in the other room. Against the other wall was a desk.

You fell back onto the bed, breathing in deeply despite the rank smell. You loved it, everything from the antiquated vibes to even the apparently faulty doors.

You felt really at home, a feeling you haven’t had since your life in the city. You laid there, basking in the final fleeting heat rays of the setting sun until you suddenly tensed, eyes snapping open. Hairs stood up on your skin, making you shiver slightly.

That same chill.

Sitting up, your eyes scanned the empty bedroom. The shadows shifted in the corner, tricking your peripheral into moving your full attention in the area. Getting up, you moved over to the opposite side, running your fingertips along the smooth walls. It was just a simple corner, void of that special something. That something that you decided you were definitely going to set up as your photography corner. You smiled, trying to think of that instead of the foreboding unease that just wouldn’t leave you alone.

From behind you, Sukuna stood close, clawed hands reaching out to trace the outline of the nervous aura that you emitted despite your exterior calmness. When he brushed your neck, you jumped, whipping around, eyes wide.

Nothing.

But it was most definitely something, you rubbed the back of your neck, eyes darting around until you decided it was just a draft. Your walk toward the door was brisk though and if he'd known better, it almost seemed like you were in a hurry, as if you couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

The door creaked shut behind you.

. . .

“Have fun exploring?” Satoru asked as you bounded down the stairs, not even looking up from his phone. He decided not to tell you about the sudden sickness that overpowered him earlier instead deciding your bliss was something he didn’t want to ruin.

You nodded, expressing your excitement for the way you were going to set up your hobby station. You looked on the coffee table to see a box labeled Photography, in his sloppy scribble. Satoru looked up, catching your gaze.

“Before I go, I wanna get a picture of us,” When you raised a brow, he smiled before continuing.

“In your new pad. It’d be the first picture you take since the city and y’know, since I did most of the grunt work its the least I’m owed. Besides, by the time you get settled in, there’ll be photos scattered everywhere by next week,” You both laughed.

“Sure thing Toru,”

Another hour had passed after some coaxing to help you actually settle in. Satoru helped you place them where they belonged. Bags of cutlery, pots, pans and other kitchen ware were all sat upon the glass table in the dining room. You forgot how beautiful this area was, spacious and home-y for meal nights, which you were looking forward to. It was separated by an island, the other side made as a kitchen.

Your photography stuff and your clothing were taken upstairs to the room where it was placed on the desk.

“Isn’t this room amazing?” You beamed, arms spread wide as you stood in the center. Satoru stood in the doorway, looking everything but impressed. Something about the space bothered him, yet he couldn’t determine why. For you though, he smiled genuinely.

“Yeah, I think it it was made just for you,”

By the time you were done, exhaustion was heavy on you both. By now, the promised photo was long forgotten and you were on your porch, clinging onto your best friend in a tight embrace.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” He smiled, shaking his head as he once more expressed how early he had to be up for work. It was lucky he was in only the next town over, but it didn’t ease the lonely pit in your stomach as you watched him get into his car.

As Satoru drove away, his eyes glanced in the rearview mirror, watching as you waved him off. His attention wasn’t on you though, but on the looming presence of the house seeming to swallow your body.

DILFOS. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR REUPLOAD MY CONTENT CURRENT OR ARCHIVAL.

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[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

Submitted by: @deadove​

I drew Ylva and Mibao, i hope you like it.

I didn't know how to draw Ylva's uniforme so i did what i could

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**MUFFLED INCOMPREHENSIBLE SCREAMING**

Oh my god????? Oh my god?????? I love them????????? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!

Mibao looks like the absolute cutest little munchkin this side of the universe!! I’m obsessed with how you drew her hair because it’s just so springy and curly and adorable! Not to mention how sweet she looks posing in her little dress! You have captured the very essence of her cuteness and now I, like everyone else aboard the Venandi ship, am a slave to her whims.

Listen, I know we joke here about Ylva being a MILF but.............👀👀👀👀She’s just so freaking pretty in your art style!! I’m very highkey in love with her eyes, honestly. I think I’m genuinely gonna have to include a waist belt into the dress uniforms now because I am 10000% vibing with that look and it gives me an excuse to show off her hips lmao

Y’all have no idea how much I love any and all art of my disaster children and I am so so so grateful every time! Thank you so much!!!!!!!

#deadove #submission #fanart #im absolutely swamped this week with papers that are due but i have things coming soon i promise ;-; #twice people have draw mibao........twice people have drawn ylva....... #and twice i have fallen madly in love.............................

[lvcfier]

Username:

deadove

Location:

Northwest US

Class:

Animalistic

Power:

Adaption

Special Techniques:

note: since dove has two offensive forms (devil form and dragon form) each form has two techniques each- his normal/non-offensive form has no special techniques.

Dragon Form Sky Dive- The user flies high into the sky and comes rushing back at their enemy(ies) at a very high speed. Poisonous Bite- The user's fanged mouth can deliver an HP-Sapping poison when they bite.

Devil Form Quilled Tail- The user is covered in sharp spines, and can hit their enemies with their tail to inflict lingering damage. Flamethrower- The user can breathe a stream of fire from their mouth.

-BACKSTORY-

Deadove (or, dove as his friends shortened him to) was, for the most part, a nondescript player of TOME. He's a lone wolf kind of guy, with some money troubles at home. Still, that didnt stop him from finding a few friends to play with. He focuses on the fighting part of the game, often seen to be taking his frustrations in real life out by taking on good players. He was a quick leveller, and with his purple fur, could easily sneak upon other players in ;lavendera. In real life, he is transgender- however, he makes sure his voice in TOME is accurately masculine. This is also another part of TOME he loves- his gender status doesn't even matter. He develops crushes on stronger players, and expresses these feelings by attempting to crush them- in battle.

character + art by me tome owned by @kirbopher

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