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cherrykamado · 10 days

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 — 𝐂𝐇.𝟎𝟒

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☆ pairing: yandere kamado tanjiro x reader.

☆ summary: Tanjiro and Y/N meet "gentler" demons, but Y/N can't help but distrust them. Tanjiro will gain an insight into Y/N's past to understand, empathize and add her pain to his reasons to bring down the Demon Lord, Kibutsuji Muzan.

☆ warnings (general): yandere themes, toxicity, gore, manipulation, smut, delusional thoughts, unhealthy relationships. All characters are aged up.

☆ warnings (as for ch. 04): violence, unhealthy love perspective, idolization (story is told from tanjiro's perspective.), traumatic past allusion (gore, death).

☆ notice: minors / ageless blogs do not interact.

☆ comments: yearly update!! i'll try to be more consistent but inspiration suddenly came in and i sat down to finish it hehe. one day it came back (again)! thank you for the infinite patience and all the support throughout the years!

A blink of his eyes and Tanjiro is encountered with a different kind of scene: flowers swirling around him, as if covering him from the outside crowd. He looks around but he can’t find you. Where are you? What’s all of this?

“You use the term person to refer to one that has turned into a demon.”

His head snaps to the direction of the source; as his nostrils become full of that smell he has grown to hate so much. Her smell, she’s a… That’s right, she is a demon — she brings her now healed forearm to her chest— but she’s also a doctor.

“I also wish to see that man, Kibutsuji Muzan, obliterated.” She resumes, and now he’s gained his full attention.

Her statement causes his eyes to widen, orbs tinted with shock. His gaze shortly flickers between the face of the mysterious woman and her hands, where nails, sharp as claws, elongate and fade into a darker color. Underneath them, the torn skin, once bleeding, quickly closes up and heals, as it though it has never been torn in the first place. Unbelievably so, the dichotomy is evident, confusion reigning. Good demons? Tanjiro asks himself.

Is there even such a thing?

“W-wait, Tanjiro!”

Your voice makes him turn immediately towards you, his gaze tinged with concern as he notices the shakiness in your voice. He can sense it, your scent tainted with fear. He knows just how much you do not trust demons.

“You’re… Y-You’re not really thinking—”

“I assure you, neither me nor Yushiro mean harm. In fact, we want nothing more than to help.” Tamayo clarifies.

As he sees your gaze averting from his, there’s a bit of hesitance. As much as he wants to take your side, he believes she is telling the truth. Taking your hand in both of his own, he causes you to bring those gorgeous eyes of yours back onto his.

“It’s okay.” He softly says, burgundy eyes showing nothing but determination, as he then points to his nose. “I haven’t picked any scent of dishonesty from them yet.”

Yet — the emphasis in such a word that leaves the implicit more than explicit; given the premise becoming a reality, that if anyone were to turn against them, he swears, with just one look, that he will protect you no matter what.

Remembering Nezuko’s back at the Udon store, you both return to see her. In the way, so uncomfortably silent, Tanjiro is obviously stealing glances at your form. Your sweet scent is mixed. He notices how you’re trying to hold your hands together in an attempt to make them stop shaking but it’s pointless.

“[Name]?” He calls, but he doesn’t get to see your lovely face, fully looking at him. He decides to tend a hand to you and so it caresses your angelically soft skin. Only then does he notice that, just as soft as it is, your skin is humid too.

Whatever could have been so tormentuous, that your lovely face is contorted that way? In a way that makes Tanjiro wish he could just brush it off, and in return see your smile once again. Whoever is the one responsible for that alienating fear you are showing so overtly?

“ [Name]...” Tanjiro decides to try once again. “It’s alright… I’m here. You can tell me anything, you know?” He adds, in a nervous attempt to console you, to let you know that he is here for you. That you can confide to him anything that is discomforting you so much.

He watches how your eyes blink your tears away, and how your teeth hurt your lip in an attempt to get that fear in control. Yet, how little does this do, as he watches you shake like a fallen angel, who’s lost its way back to heaven.

“I-it’s just… Why did you have to do such a thing?”

“Why… did I do w-what?”

“That man— H-he’s monstrous… He’s… h-he’s the w-worst…” He notes how your start to stammer, but his heart has already begun racing as he noticed how your eyes, pleading humid eyes, reciprocate his gaze. From your lips come the words that would fuel Tanjiro’s infatuation more than ever, making it feel as though his heart was doing backflips inside his ribcage:

“What if he hurt you? He’s way too strong! I’ve seen what…”

In his mind, only the question lingered and repeated, just as if there was a parrot inside his mind, mimicking your voice, mimicking… your worry towards him.

So, you care.

“I-I see… I promise I’ll be more careful next time.” He smiles at you, trying to conceal his inner turmoil by bringing you the reassurance you need. However, amidst all this, there is an important question that arises:

Why are you so afraid of Kibutsuji Muzan? What happened between you and him?

What did he dare do to you, thought a darker voice at the back of Tanjiro’s mind.

“Did you already know him?” His thumbs ever so delicately brush away your tears. “Kibutsuji Muzan, I mean.”

And what came from your mouth… Tanjiro swears that he could feel a ripping void inside of him.

His burgundy eyes widened tremendously as he heard his angel tell him about the hell she had gone through. Had his gear been a person’s wrist, for sure he would have broken it. It hurt him especially so that it was you who had to witness such a scene, the brutal murder of your loved ones. The magnitude of a trauma that made you pass out right then, only for his face to have been the last thing you saw. Only for the first thing to feel, smell, and afterwards see, to be the pool of the blood of your loved ones.

But he snaps out of it, and goes back to you when he notices your upset expression, and it tugs at his heart. He notices how you squeeze your hands, and how your lips are still quivering, how your beautiful eyes are yet once again shedding tears of despair. The anxiety, the fear coming from you is insane in amount.

“I…I’m very sorry. I— couldn’t think.” He confesses, “That smell… That—”

A flashback comes to him the moment he closes his eyes. No, he doesn’t want to remember. Not now. He doesn’t want to face those memories now.

You seem to notice this, and you’re quick to apologize. You seem to get it, more or less. He promises to himself that he’ll tell you one day, but he’s not ready. The way his expression had changed must have warned you.

“T-that man…” You mumble out, between hiccups. “I wish… I wish for him to go down like the m-monster he is.”

Tanjiro knows this very well. But he wants to push all those thoughts away, he doesn’t want hatred to get to him. He has to think about you, his beloved, who’s suffering right now. Something in him tells him to think about you, and to comfort you in some way.

He doesn’t think much when his offer rolls off his tongue, yet his hand is shyly reaching out for yours.

“Y-You can hold my hand if you want…” He risks.

And when you take it! oh, to feel such delicate fingers, intertwined with his once again. Your gentleness, holding him, how your soft skin brushes against the hardness of his rough palms; it’s like small pangs running from his hand to his heart, which skips a beat, and makes his cheeks heat up.

A small smile then escapes his lips, and his gaze softens on you, whose gaze is fixed on the road ahead, the small udon store already showing up, as well as nezuko’s pink kimono.

All bad feelings and thoughts vanish from his head, and the once turbulent river in his heart starts to slowly calm down. The effect you have on him, he can’t tell. The only thing he knows is that he’s so fond of it. So fond of you .

Tanjiro has just faced one of his worst and biggest fears, and almost got killed because of that. But then you appeared, you saved him, and you comforted him. This is the least he can do for you.

Don’t worry, [Name]… he thinks to himself, but his gaze on you, thinking as if he was talking to you; this silent promise, another oath. As long as I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you.

That is the oath he swore to himself from that very same night.

“Uhm...Tanjiro?”

Your voice is the one that snaps him back to reality. Releasing his hand gently, almost politely, you wipe the sweat off your palm; the redhead hasn’t noticed that it was his sweat until you point it out for him. Embarrassment sneaks into plain view and coats his cheeks with a dust of pink; immediately, he’s wiping the sweat off his palms furiously against his haori, cursing himself in his mind.

Gaze turning at a muffled voice he knows so well, he’s greeted by the innocent look of his beloved sister, Nezuko. Tanjiro smiles, and offers her an apology.

“I’m sorry for leaving you here, Nezuko…”

“Actually!” You interrupt, in your usual cheerful voice, “It’s me who should be sorry… I shouldn’t have left her like that! But when you ran away, I-I freaked out! So I asked Mr. Toyo to look after her in the meantime.”

You did that? For him?

His breath is shaking, and his heart is pounding in his ears.

You ran… after him.

“T-thank you very much!” is all that he can say; his voice comes out loud, unintentionally, but he couldn’t help it.

And your smile… That cute smile you send him, while scratching the back of your neck. That giggle that jingles from your lips, dances into his ears to travel down toward his chest, and shakes the core of his heart. Why you are so cute is a question that doesn’t cross his mind at the moment. At this point, he has stopped asking himself questions; he allows himself to feel it, because you are warm, because you are light. Because you remind him of something so precious to him.

Even though it has only been a few encounters since he properly met you, Tanjiro doesn’t think about whether this isn’t going too fast. Oh no, that’s another question he won’t ask himself. Time doesn’t matter to him; He feels he’s known you, because he feels he can trust you entirely. He trusted you with his little sister, and you had made the right call. You had rushed to his aid — you protected him.

You’re an angel. A guardian angel. You’ve been sent to him. And, oh, does he want to give everything to you.

At that moment, he can’t help but to feel how his expression softens, how another smile escapes him. You have developed the ability to steal the most sincere smiles from him, it is contagious.

Your stomach growling brings your giggles to a stop, and Tanjiro can’t help but to puff his cheeks at how cute you are when you look embarrassed.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, smiling, to which you burst out laughing in pure embarrassment.

“A-A little bit...S-sorry!” You answer, your eyes looking glossy from all the laughing. Tanjiro could hear your laugh for hours, if it was up to him.

“Now listen to me, you! This isn’t about the money” The owner of the udon store, Toyo, beams all of the sudden. Storming at the redhead, the man looks so outraged, but only takes it out on him, not on you.

“I can’t forgive what you did!! Not even wanting to try my udon!”

“I-I’m so sorry—” Tanjiro’s body stiffens, “P-please serve us another bowl!”

“So, you gonna eat?”

“Y-yes!” Tanjiro retorts, and you echo with a nod.

“You’d better eat this time!”

“Y-yes!”

You and tanjiro eat up all the bowls; Tanjiro had to make up for the portion Nezuko didn’t eat, devouring bowl after bowl, insanely fast. Once he finishes, his red wine gaze looks at you, so lost in a world of your own, slurping on your own noodles with a bright smile on your face, delighted noises coming from you as you eat up.

“Is it good?”

You nod frantically, noodles still in your mouth. Can you get any cuter? He would buy you as many bowls as you’d want, no matter how hungry he can be, only to see you smile.

Just the moment when you’re finishing your plate, Nezuko’s growl brings his attention to a tree. The scent of a demon hits his nostrils; the moment he turns his gaze, however, he meets the demon that was standing next to the woman who defended him and you from the policemen.

It’s then that his intentions are revealed: reluctantly, you follow them to a house hidden behind a dead end, in which you not only meet the doctor demon again, but also one of the victim’s from Muzan’s attack.

Hopefully, she was alive, being treated by her. Lady Tamayo, as you both learned her name was, was treating the victim’s injuries. She is asleep, but she is going to get well soon.

“Isn’t it difficult for you to treat human’s wounds?”

Tamayo’s partner, Yushiro, doesn’t like Tanjiro at all. At least, that’s what he shows. Tanjiro doesn’t understand why, but he’s received a hit to his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs.

“You think that we’ll treat humans while choking on our drool at the smell of their blood, just because we’re demons?” Yushiro hisses, and Tanjiro immediately regrets having misjudged them.

He doesn’t notice how you hesitantly have stepped right ahead, standing near tamayo. Not so close, but not so far, still loud enough for her to hear what you were saying.

“Will she… Will she be alright?” He hears you ask, making him stop fighting with Yushiro, looking at you with curious burgundy eyes.

Tanjiro’s cheeks feel warm, seeing you so concerned for the woman.

“Yes,” The demon doctor answers, “Although it is her husband who is in a worse shape than her. We had to lock him down in the basement,”

Tanjiro’s eyes squint in sorrow, seeing how awful it would be. To be hurt by Muzan, to be stripped of humanity, to be a demon. To betray what you once had known and loved, and to hurt what is most precious to oneself.

Thinking about the word precious makes Tanjiro’s eyes travel to you. His mind also resorts to his little sister, but his sight, the windows of his heart, of his soul, are fixed on you. The way you look in concern, how your expression is turned into one of sorrow and hurt. Would you be feeling that too? Are you thinking the same? Who might you be thinking about? Is it about him, or is it about someone else?

The sole action of considering there could be someone else in your life is something Tanjiro couldn’t bear with. So, he is optimistic. It’s him you’re thinking about. Your family maybe?

Please, say something. Please, he longs that your heart has a little place reserved for him.

“How sad…” Words roll off your tongue and dance into his ears. It’s then than the blueish scent —if he could see that, he thinks that scent would most certainly it would be blue-ish, mixed with the amber color of your usual, enticing honey scent—

And his heart clenches. It is really sad to be like that.

His heart clenches. He would never forgive Muzan.

His heart clenches. He will protect you from everything.

His heart flutters. You’re looking at him.

“Tanjiro…” You start, and his sight travels down to your extended fist, held out towards him.

“Promise me we will kill him no matter what.”

He didn’t need to feel your scent to know you’re upset. Angry, beyond mad, to say the least. It’s shown in the way your fist is clenched, knuckles white from the pressure; it’s in the glint of your once cheerful eyes.

His fist gently connects with yours, a silent nod is his response.

But when he meets your gaze again, he notices that your eyes... they do not only hold anger. They hold determination .

And that smile confirms it.

“I promise I will do everything I can to help you turn Nezuko back into a human.” You pledge to him, stealing his breath away.

His cheeks heating up, glossy burgundy orbs pointlessly blink back tears, tears that stream down his cheeks. He’s not oblivious at how you’re looking at him, in concern, as if you have said something wrong. But he’s feeling all the opposite: it’s joy, it’s happiness. Knowing that you got him, that you understand him . That you understand his pain.

As if your soul and his have been forged with the same material. You and him were the same — you were one. Either that, or you had been splitted into two parts of the same soul when you were created. It just had to be true.

Arms wrap around you and don’t let you go; for the first time, they feel your warmth and, god, he loves it. You feel like something he hasn’t felt in a while. Even if he can’t put his finger on it, it feels pleasant, it makes his heart flutter, and it brings every single inch of his self bliss. Tanjiro feels reassured, Tanjiro feels…

“Thank you—” He sobs, breathless, while nuzzling his head in the crook of his neck, “You don’t know how much this means to me…”

And it feels like heaven when you wrap your arms around him, enclosing him full in your loving embrace, in your kind warmth. How you gently pat his head, as he gradually calms down. He doesn’t care that everyone’s looking —they can look all they want, because Tanjiro’s never been afraid to show himself as a sensitive human being. He’s not afraid to show himself at his rawest before you.

Embraces are always bittersweet: when you unwrap his arms, certain that he’s calmed down, there’s nothing more that he wants than being held by you again.

But your kind gaze just does, the lovingness of your touch as you brush his tears away is reassuring enough, the nod you give him while your smile shows itself before him again is enough.

He promises —again— himself that he will always protect you. Just as much as you want to protect his little sister.

Just as much as you want to protect him.

Because you’re out of this world. Because you’re an angel in disguise.

And to have an angel like you in his life…

He shakes his head, seeing things really as they are — he’s finally found it. His angel.

The very same angel that has faith in him.

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shouta-edits · 10 days

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Uh, this is my first time requesting something like this so sorry if its worded weird but could you make a Lawrence Oleander x Demon s/i moodboard with themes of obsession and co-dependency? maybe even some star imagery too maybe??

#lawrence oleander #boyfriend to death #lawrence oleander x s/i #obsession tw #obsession aesthetic #star aesthetic #codependency aesthetic #anti harassment #proship #proship safe #request fill #proship edit blog #[assignment passed back... /requested finished]#proshippers please interact #moodboard #antis dni #hate will be blocked

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asirensrage · 1 year

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From the obsession prompt list

“Did you not like the gifts? I bought them off of your wish list."

Any muse of your choice

😊😊😊

Hey! Thanks for asking! How about our boy Steve?

Warnings: Obsession. Stalking.

She stares in horror at the mountain of things around her. Where did it all come from? There's no name listed. Only her own and the mention that it's a gift. The sender remained anonymous. They’d been arriving steadily for days now and she stopped opening them once she realized she doesn’t know who was sending them. She’s asked her family and friends. They all denied it.

It takes her a few moments to weave her way around the packages and get out. This has to be...a breach in security or something. She needs to figure out what and inform SHEILD just in case. The sooner it’s dealt with, the sooner things can return back to normal.

She’s walking in the doors of headquarters when someone slips into position next to her, keeping pace. She glances over before offering a nod.

“Captain,” she greets.

“I told you to call me Steve,” he says, smiling slightly as he looks at her.

She doesn’t respond. He’s offered his name before, but she’s nowhere near his level of clearance and as friendly as he is, she doesn’t know him. Not really.

He follows her into the elevator and moves to press the button for the floor she works on.

“Thirty-one this time, please,” she corrects him. He pauses for only a moment before he presses it. She bites back the question of why he doesn’t press one for his own floor.

“Heading for security?” he asks lightly. “Something wrong?” He turns towards her as he asks and she has to swallow down the tightness that grows in her throat. There’s something about the question and the way he’s looking at her, as though he’s prepared to deal with any threat that comes her way. She doesn’t deserve that kind of attention.

“Just going to ask them to look into something for me.” She doesn’t plan on saying more, but he waits and it seems like forever for the floors to pass. “I’ve just been getting deliveries I didn’t ask for.”

There is a moment of heavy silence and the Captain shifts slightly closer. She has to quell the urge to step back. It’s Captain America. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

“Did you not like the gifts?” he asks and the question has her turning towards him in surprise. “I bought them off of your wish list.”

Her wish list was half filled with things that didn’t deliver to the country. “What?” Her voice catches in her throat.

The Captain steps towards her again. This time, she doesn’t stop herself from moving back. “I bought them for you,” he explains.

“Why?”

He stares at her like he doesn’t understand her confusion. They’ve barely spoken to one another. She’s only interacted with him when it was work-related or when they ran into each other. They’re not this close.

“Why? Because you deserve the things you want, sweetheart.”

She glances at the elevator numbers. They’re only passing the twentieth floor.

“And I’m not hesitating this time,” he says. “I’m not holding back.” There’s something in his eyes that tells her she’s stepping into dangerous territory, as though she’s facing a predator with her back to a wall.

“We don’t know each other.” Twenty-fifth floor.

“We will.”

The elevator dings before the doors open and she leaves, fighting the instinct that tells her not to turn her back on him. She doesn’t know what’s going on, but he doesn’t follow her off and for that she’s grateful. She’ll just have to let him down gently. After all, he’s Captain America. He could have anyone he wants. Surely he’d prefer someone else, someone who actually wants him, right?

Obsession Prompts

#obsession tw #steve rogers x oc #dark!steve rogers #dark fic #muchadoaboutcj

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korpuskat · 7 months

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Thinking about ramattra being obsessive again. Like trying so hard to convince you, giving you as much allowance as he can, ("go ahead, order whatever you want", "are you hungry? Here's a whole menu") and it's just so hard to say no to him. Because he's from the bottom of his synthetic heart nice to you, even when he's angry you won't look him in the eyes anymore, or that you flinch away, all the anger is directed at himself. Not you, never you. And eventaully you just get worn down enough, fast forward a few weeks and your cuddling, and when did you start smiling at him? Just being so weak for him, he's genuinly kind to you, trying to protect you by his own destruction

YESSSS Ramattra who is just SO in love with you and tries to show you it ALL the time, giving you everything he can. Isn't he so kind, so sweet, so loving? Despite his controlling nature, he's never hurt you- and he could've, shouldn't you appreciate that?

And ugh just that slow descent from "No, I'm not interested" to "I can tolerate it... just to keep him quiet" to "When are you coming back? I miss you."

#im so weak for him being awful in the sweetest way.#kat talks #kat answers #obsession tw #yandere tw

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happystarzarchive · 9 months

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im not too fond of this but the other twomp girlies seemed 2 like it so heres a silly short plargos/eyeLY comic

((put the rest of the comic under a cut bc it gets a Tad Bit Fucked Up on the third page))

#the world of mr plant #twomp #argos twomp #mr plant twomp #plargos #eye love you #he got a little silly with it ……….#my art #written at 4am . all my best ideas come 2 me when im eepy ok #blood/gore tw #obsession tw

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unknowngoddess-art · 4 months

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An art trade with the lovely, beautifully talented @patchiesdoodles of their OC's @the-blackened-dove and @thxpatriarch

#digital art #fantasy #comic strip #patchiesdoodles #the blackened dove #thexpatriarch #blood tw #obsession tw #TOXIC SHIPS YAY #toxic relationship

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 11 months

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couldn’t sleep much but brain revised an old au while I was briefly dreaming.

basically, the idea is that dream is the last of a very ancient shapeshifting race and he lures in human prey by mimicking the sounds of distressed humans. but bc he’s a sentient being who hasn’t had any social interaction since he was basically the equivalent of a child he’s deeply lonely.

he lures tommy into the woods but decides not to eat him and instead keep him- pragmatically, to learn to mimic the sound of a human juvenile in distress better, but mostly because he’s desperate for any sort of companionship. he keeps tommy trapped in an old ruin, preventing him from leaving with physical force, and alternating between causing harm seemingly at random to mimic the distress, and being incredibly clingy. he brings tommy “gifts”- both things he found in the forest like flowers, gems, and fruits, and the contents of any bags his human prey have, and tommy finds accepting them tends to mean he’s in the aggressive mood less.

tommy initially thinks dream is some weird wild animal, basically. a blatantly supernatural one, with its ability to slip in and out of darkness and it’s tendency to transform into an exact duplicate of him and mimic his every move, but he assumes it’s basically a very confused animal that for some reason won’t let him leave but lashes out in fear. being very fond of animals, tommy views dream with a lot of sympathy despite basically being held captive and tries his best to be kind to him, in the way you are with a wounded animal, bc he assumes that’s basically what dream is.

but as time goes on it’s clear dream is more intelligent than that. he starts mimicking tommy’s speech and tommy, finding it amusing, starts talking to him… and is very surprised when dream quickly picks up a rudimentary grasp on english (taking on the name dream as one of the first words it learns, after tommy calls the situation a bad dream- he doesn’t learn what the word means until after he decides to call himself that). tommy initially is excited, hoping that he can explain to dream that he has a family and a life and needs to go home, but it very quickly becomes clear that dream simply doesn’t care.

he sees himself as above humanity- though in his thousands of years of isolation, he’s come to be very admiring of how they never seem to be alone, and through his interactions with tommy he’s decided he’s fond of them, in the way humans are fond of pets. he’s deeply curious, but has no sense of morality, being both unaware and uncaring of the concepts of good and evil, only discovery. he’s incredibly childish- having had no social interaction since he was a child- but he pretends to be aloof and mature when he very clearly isn’t and gets defensive when it’s pointed out. and, above all else, he’s lonely, in a way that leads to him being viciously possessive no matter how miserable it makes his only friend, because he can’t bear the thought of being alone ever again. he misses his kin and sees tommy as somewhat of a replacement- not exactly in a way that maps onto any human concept (dream’s species reproduced asexually and as such didn’t have any concept of parents or siblings or anything) but he allows tommy to map it onto them anyway.

tommy is obviously pissed, and refuses to play nice knowing that dream isn’t simply doing this out of ignorance but callousness and a twisted curiosity. he’s angry, fighting back in whatever ways he can- not physically, dream is way stronger than him, but he refuses any gifts, refuses to eat unless physically forced to, is very verbally aggressive and angry, and constantly attempts to escape. dream is genuinely concerned- he doesn’t understand why tommy would be upset, and he doesn’t want to lose him, and nothing he does seems to fix it. he tries being nicer, and he tries being crueller, and tommy doesn’t go back to ““normal””.

eventually he gets so frustrated that he hurts tommy badly, and immediately regrets it- not because he cares about hurting tommy, he finds it amusing, but because he’s worried he’ll die. desperate, he shifts into the guise of one of the humans he’s ate to drop tommy off at a hospital, deciding he’d rather have tommy alive and avoiding him back at home rather than dead, if only because tommy being alive means he might potentially be able to force him to come back someday.

tommy’s incredibly surprised at the whole thing, but at first he just is happy to be home, but he finds himself struggling to adjust after almost a year of captivity. his foster parents aren’t cruel, but they are distant, and he has no friends, and he finds that being alone for more than a few hours makes him feel anxious now. he’s not used to the richness or amount of food in civilisation, and it makes him feel ill. he’s heavily behind on schoolwork, not that he even bothered in the first place, and he’s defensive and always ready for attack. he finds himself unable to explain where he’s been, and can’t get any help for his trauma. he doesn’t feel at home here, and while he hates dream, at least things made sense there. civilisation feels wrong and confusing. too loud and too crowded.

eventually, though, he makes a friend. his names tubbo- an odd name, for sure, but for an equally odd person, and as far as tommy’s concerned that makes him the only sane man in the town. he tinkers with electronics and lets tommy copy off his homework if tommy plays smash with him later. they bond so close it’s almost like they were friends their whole lives- neither have a great homelife, though not a bad one necessarily, and both have issues preventing them from otherwise making much friends, so they instantly get really close. for a while, everything seems perfect, and tommy can almost write off his time in those woods as a bad dream.

and then one night, he wakes up to hear tubbo’s scream echoing.

he instantly knows what’s going on, but he can’t ignore it if there’s even the slightest possibility tubbo is alive. he rushes into the woods, and of course, dream is there, with an injured tubbo he lured in. dream is ecstatic when he talks about how he’s been watching tommy and found a way to get him to come back, entirely oblivious to how terrified, upset, and angry both tommy and tubbo are. he says he’ll let tubbo go… if, and only if, tommy agrees to stay. and of course, reluctantly, he does.

tommy hates at how relieved going back to the awful routine makes him feel. he’s not angry, anymore, just… numb. not even sad, numb. but dream is overjoyed, and starts seeing tommy as… not exactly equal, but closer to it than anyone else. he starts taking tommy to the ruins of where his people used to live and explaining all he knows. there were many secrets they had that dream hadn’t learnt yet, as he was little more than a child when humanity fought back and annihilated them. but they once ruled over humans, treating them like servants at best and livestock at worst, and they knew many rituals that could shift reality like they can shift their bodies. dream wants to figure out two most of all- how to create a child, and immortality. one to repopulate his species, and one to keep tommy alive forever. he’s noticed that he’s different- taller and just a little older looking at seventeen than the form dream has of him at sixteen when he first met him, and it greatly distresses him to be reminded that tommy ages and dies unlike him.

meanwhile, tubbo starts visiting the old ruins- at first trying to sneak in, but after finding that dream is overjoyed at the idea of another human visiting instead of angry like he predicted he drops the secrecy. he and tommy stay friends, and tubbo trades him info on the outside world and stuff dream can’t consistently get from his hunts and the forest. at first it’s confusing because tommy and dream in tommy’s form were very hard to tell from each other, so dream starts shifting into a form somewhere between tommy and his monstrous true form. dream tries to befriend tubbo, but gives up after finding him far less interesting than his tommy, and generally ignores him except to curiously mimic him and observe him unblinkingly. when asked why, dream says he needs to understand humans for when he’s able to bring his people back, and they’re the ones in charge again, except he’s not gonna be cruel like them- humans are far too precious for that! no, he’s going to help guide them. and sure, he’ll eat a few of them, and hurt a whole lot more, but he still genuinely doesn’t get why that would upset anyone. at this point, tommy struggles to, either. it’s routine, now, the scars coating his body and the bones scattered in the ruins.

idk just. a cool au ig.

#my aus #dream smp #Primeboys (derogatory)#abuse tw #kidnapping tw #dehumanisation tw #obsession tw #posessive behaviour tw

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darkdoverpseeker · 9 months

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[21F, no cismen or minors!] Hey there! I'm looking for some Discord RP partners to write one or more of the following plots with me. Any kinks go with me and trans/nb characters are more than welcome! I can do M/M or F/F.

Younger character (MC) obsessed and an older character (YC). MC is always trying so hard to get into YC's pants and impress them. They're absolutely smitten by them, but YC is extremely hesitant to act on anything, even if they're tempted. Eventually I'd like to have MC get tired of YC's adamant denial and force themselves on them <3

Hybrids! I'd like to either play a dominant, repressed hybrid against your submissive OC, or have you play a submissive hybrid against my dominant OC. Depending on genders, I'd love to include a breeding kink here. I'm up for any kinds of hybrids, but I'm keen on bunnies and puppies especially.

Hear me out: I'm dying to play a slime monster of some kind. I'd like to involve tentacles with this, too. I'd like for my slime monster to be dominant here! YC can be M or F, whatever you prefer. MC will be genderless, but able to grow appendages.

I would LOVE to write a yandere character. An obsessive, nasty, perverted stalker who eventually gives in to their desires and perhaps breaks into YC's home and takes them for themselves… in a couple different ways.

Those are some barebones ideas, just to get a feel of what I'm looking for! If you have any ideas of your own or ones to add to mine, I'm all ears. Like this and I'll message you! 🕊

like if interested!

#oc x oc #m x m #f x f #1x1 rp #fandomless rp #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #yandere tw #obsession tw #discord rp #spicy #rp #roleplay

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hcnayun · 10 months

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— characters: nadia & hana — setting: hana's townhouse — tagging: @nadiamorgan

Fate was a funny thing and by now with Nadia's return to Providence Peak (albeit not for her) Hana was damn near certain that Nadia was her person. Their friendship forged in New York City of all places was something typical for their ages at the time, so coming of age, but it was also something that had made them stronger.

Without Nadia noticing and speaking up when the former model was on the verge of collapse and yet being offered illegal substances to continue, who knows where Hana might be.

The woman was also witness and a support when obsession threatened her safety. Only, Nadia wasn't aware it was something Hana was still dealing with. Halfway across the country someone stalking her every move wasn't quite as easy. Which had been the point.

"Help yourself," she mumbled around a mouthful of noodles, "believe it or not I didn't order all of this food for me." Despite her slender frame she could really pack it in. There were cartons of takeout covering the coffee table in her living room and some hard kombucha to go with it poured in wine glasses because she liked the look of them better.

The postcard on her kitchen counter was why they were eating in a different room. Cross legged on the floor hovering over the low wooden surface. Hana was ignoring it for now, she needed to bring it up with Romina the next time she saw her to see what her options were as no help she'd sought thus far had done a damn thing for her.

"So we need to catch up," she blurted out, again around another mouthful of noodles. "Sorry I had to cancel the other night. I had come back from the farmer's market and was like in the shittiest mood."

To say the least.

#interactions.#interactions: nadia morgan.#nadia morgan: 001.#nadiamorgan #just me collecting all your muses ☺️#sick of me yet??#drugs tw #obsession tw #stalker tw

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cherrykamado · 1 year

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 — 𝐂𝐇.𝟎𝟑

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☆ pairing: yandere kamado tanjiro x reader.

☆ blurb: It’s your smell — your honey-like smell. Intoxicating from beginning to end, the first time he breathes it in, he can’t help but get addicted. And now, he doesn’t just yearn for your sweet scent — he craves for you.

☆ warnings (general): yandere themes, toxicity, gore, manipulation, smut, delusional thoughts, unhealthy relationships. All characters are aged up.

☆ warnings (as for ch. 03): violence, obsessive thoughts, idolization (story is told from tanjiro's perspective.)

☆ notice: minors / ageless blogs do not react or interact. Age in bio or you’ll be blocked.

☆ comments: one day it came back! thank you for the infinite patience and all the support throughout the years! this chapter was supposed to be released, like, half a year ago, but since i got stuck i never posted it. today, with a fresher mind and another perspective, i decided to cut it half way, and to try out something for later. enjoy!!

Ever since the meeting with Muzan Kibutsuji, Tanjiro knew your relationship with him changed.

Well, you said it. It came straight from your lips, so it just had to be true.

Tanji...ro!

Oh, to see your eyes gleaming in awe as you stare at the city lights, you look like a child in a candy shop. Maybe the purest look he has ever seen, you have it.

Even if he, himself, is not comfortable with crowds or the movement of the city, he will be alright as long as he puts on a smile.

“I’ve never been here before,” you say, mesmerized.

“M-me neither…” He mumbles, taken aback not only by the crowds, but also by the tall buildings and bright lights.

But, most importantly, it’s you that takes him aback. Just being in here with you, it’s you and him, in an unknown place.

I-Is this a date…? I’ve never been in one before! he thinks, blushing at your mesmerized - and mesmerizing- form.

But a date can’t be a date if you don’t-

“H-Hold my hand?” He says, his trembling hand reaches out to you.

“Why?” You ask him, tilting your head.

“A-ah… Uhm… I… what if we get lost?”

He couldn’t bear having you apart from him.

“It’s okay,” You shake your head, chuckling, “But if that’s what you want, I guess.”

And it’s then that the two pieces of the puzzle connect, like that first time. Gasping, Tanjiro can’t help but to squeeze your hand a little bit too hard, making you wince.

“S-Sorry!” He apologizes, “L-let’s go, okay?”

Yes, he is the guide; but he’s doing a poor job, having no idea of where to go. One thing is sure, though: his gaze turns towards the direction of his heart, a glance or two, when he’s sure you’re not looking. God, you’re so perfect.

“Let’s go here, Y/N!” He says, tugging at your hand as he guides you to an alley.

The moment you come across a couple shamelessly making out, touching each other in almost plain view, you freeze in place. For some reason, you find yourself staring.

Tanjiro, on the other hand, can’t help but to feel embarrassed. Apologizing in an annoyingly loud way, he tugs at your hand, dragging you out of the scene.

You become too tired by the time you reach the udon mini shop. You go sit with Nezuko, while the redhead asks you whether you would like to share his yamakake udon with him.

Oh, and when you say yes! Please, his heart gets so flustered, voice so quavering that he can’t help but to feel his cheeks burn at the thought of him feeding you from his udon bowl.

But you ask for one yourself. Truth to be told, he’s disappointed; however, still getting to be close to you is enough for now.

He holds the plate, feeling the warm coat his hands, and he tries it out.

He sighs in bliss, hot breath escaping his lips. Tastes so good, so perfectly done.

“How is it? Do you like it?”

“Hmmm!” You nod. He notes that pearly smile, sneaking into plain view just for him.

He watches you eat, so pleased and in bliss. He loves seeing you like this: it makes his heart be delighted with a joy he swears he has never felt—

All his thoughts of you are cut off, as if a tree had fallen on the way, disrupting all lovely thoughts of you. That tree? A smell. Such a horribly unique scent that it freezes him to the bone. Makes his heart stop, his breath stops as well. The world stops. Time is stuck.

T-that smell…

W-why now?

Painful memories flash in Tanjiro's mind, the pain is excruciating. It is too much for him to feel. He can’t even utter a sound; he doesn’t even hear the sound of the warm plate, once in his hands, now shattered on the floor. He didn’t even stop to grieve over the spoiled food; all he could do was move forward, to the direction of that smell.

The encounter with that man, the man that took everything from him. Tanjiro can’t stop swimming through the crowd of people, mind always resorting to that horrible smell, the very same scent that lingered the day the slaughter had taken place.

He doesn’t hesitate to put his arm on the demon’s shoulder, but those dull, salmon colored eyes looking back at him petrify them to the core, chilling up even his bones. He wants to puke, he feels the anxiety take over his body, clouding his already clouded mind, only that now he can’t think of anything.

He feels as if he’s going to lose it, as if the thread’s too close to snap. And it’s even worse when he discovers that demon, that horrible creature is carrying a child, a child that innocently asks her dad what is going on. So impune he is, that he dares to reassure his hostage, sending her the sweetest smile ever.

As if he was human.

Only the most despicable being could do something like this, Tanjiro has no doubt, and he feels the repulsion travel all the way up his esophagus; clutching the fabric over his abdomen with one hand, while his other hand places itself over his mouth, as if to prevent himself from screaming, from puking.

He doesn’t know. Everything is unreal.

But it’s the honey scent that brings him back to Earth. Carmine eyes turn to meet your figure, right beside him, who’s looking at Muzan with an apologetic smile on your features.

“I-I’m v-very sorry, sir—” You utter, Tanjiro not being oblivious to the creaking in your voice, or how you stumble with your words. As if a prisoner of the situation, the only thing he can do is watch you deal with the situation.

“My… M-my boyfriend over here thought you were s-someone else, hehe…” you chuckled nervously, and then bowed down, “please excuse him—”

Then, a hand reaches for him, the warmth so similar to the one he had the delight to hold not a long time ago.

“Let’s go, Tanji!” He catches your smile now being directed to him, “You promised my father to get me home before 10, remember?”

For your sake, all he does is nod. A nod that will get you out of this situation. Again, he hears your sweet voice apologizing to Muzan and, with a gentle tug at his hand, and you’re away from him.

You don’t say anything, and he doesn’t question it, still too shocked to utter a word. His gaze is unconsciously glued to your back, yet lost in nothing in particular; everything feels as if he was in a limbo.

He doesn’t even notice when he’s greeted by the darkness of the alleyway you guide him to. Only then, when his back collides against the wall, does Tanjiro come back to reality.

And it’s then that he takes note of every single of your features, guilt instantly taking over him the moment he realizes the danger you have just avoided. He notices how tears have welled up in the corner of your eyes, how your body is shaking from the horror, lip quivering.

So, you felt it too?

“W-what were you even thinking about?” He hears the question stumbling from your tongue. He notices the few droplets of sweat that have formed at the very upper part of your forehead, gently glistening with the scarce moonlight that is bleeding into the alleyway.

“Do you know w-what you have just done?” You ask him, as if trying to bring him to reason.

Tanjiro’s not oblivious to the anxiety scent that fills his nostrils. That’s when he notices: You have been so brave when you stood for him. You have come at the right time, saving him from fucking up hard, saving him from what not even him knows what could’ve been.

Realization strikes him, as his mind takes him back to that moment. He felt himself reliving that moment as if for the first time. He remembers your hand taking his, intertwining your fingers shyly with his.

That would be enough to set his heart ablaze, but then your words echo through his temple, travelling around his mind from side to side.

“My… M-my boyfriend over here thought you were s-someone else, hehe…” you chuckled nervously, and then bowed down, “please excuse him—”

But it’s in four words that he’s actually focused.

M-my boyfriend over here…

He breathes in hard, cheeks starting to heat up as his eyes widen.

M-my boyfriend over here

M-my boyfriend over

M-my boyfriend

boyfriend-

Tanji…

“Tanjiro!” The angel’s voice that never called him brings him back to life.

Instinctively, his gaze is drawn to you, and oh, does his heart miss a beat at this. You’re looking at him questioningly, there’s no way that you could know what is going on in his mind. He can’t even get a hold of himself right now, the thought of you… with him… like that…

No way. His expression drops, the voice of his consciousness dragging him down on Earth. No way she would ever see you like that. You’re imagining things. You just met her!

Yet why did it feel as if he’s known you forever? Why can’t he help but to feel so… attracted to you… so devoted?

Tanjiro can’t help it. He can’t.

Why is he so drawn to you?

The answer strikes him: you are an angel.

You have saved him. You have saved him from danger. You have saved him from drowning. You must be an angel.

You must have been sent to him.

You must be an angel. An angel in disguise

A high pitched scream, and the noise of the crowd, snaps him out. Makes him realize he’s been so close to you. Closest than ever. Yet why does he notices this the moment you break away?

You’re then turning to him, gesturing at him to come with you. Your hand on your sword, you’re quick to sprint through the crowd. He’s quick to follow behind you, noticing the scene right ahead of him.

He’s quick to knock the man down, who was biting on a woman’s trapezium, while you catch the injured woman. Taking his blue scarf from his head, he wraps it around his hand, shoving it in the demon’s mouth.

A quick glance stolen at you, and he notices you’re fine. “Apply pressure to her wound, please!” He asks you. You didn’t have a scarf or anything. So the first thing that comes to your mind is using your haori.

No time wasted, he notices how quick you are. Tanjiro’s desperation doesn’t leave his soul for a minute. All of this… because of Muzan. That damned man.

Why would he do something as horrible as this? Even worse, what if he hurt you?

No, that can’t happen. Tanjiro must be there to protect you. And he will. As long as you’re with him, you will be okay.

He tries to restrain the demon, but it’s getting out of control. Policemen run to the scene at the sight of the commotioned crowd, who can not understand what is going on right now.

“What the hell are you both doing?!” One of them roars, with the bludgeon in hand, ready to beat them up.

As they run closer, Tanjiro’s grip on the demon tightens.

“W-wait, you don’t understand—” He tries to explain, as ferocious hands clutch and tug from his haori. But he can’t let go, or else people will be hurt. Or else you will be hurt. He can’t bear the thought of that.

“Leave him alone!” He hears the plea of his beloved say. He is shocked, and scared now that the attention is focused on you.

“Did you two do this?! You will have to come with me!”

And by the time any of the policemen are going to lay a finger on you, Tanjiro’s blood boils in his veins. Frustration clouds his judgement, as he can’t decide between letting the demon go, or saving you. Either way, people would get hurt, and he didn’t want that.

What kind of man would he be if he let the demon hurt more people?

He can’t allow that.

What kind of person would he be if he let you get hurt?

He could never forgive himself.

The frustration, again. So hard, so infuriating, it has him facing a dead end. As he hears your pleas for them to understand, trying to reason with them. But their hands are already on you, tugging at your arms, as they lift you up. They’re going to take you away.

They’re going to take you away from him.

“Let her go,” his voice cracks in a tiny whisper, eyes fixed on the demon, dull as a void.His expressions contort into a glare, strong, yet brief as a heartbeat, that makes his chest throb once with a pump of rage.

or I will kill you.

He doesn’t notice the veins protruding on his face, eyes red with rage. As if he had turned into a beast. The reaction, much to his luck (unbeknownst to him), was not noticed by the policemen. Flowers engulf the whole area, surround it and it’s confusing.

What is this smell? Is this an attack?

Tanjiro’s sight turns to you, his love, who’s just as confused as he is. The urge to rush to your aid takes over his heart, but he remembers there is this demon whom he must restrain, in order to not hurt people; in order to not hurt you.

But you could be in danger.

What should he do?

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