i so desperately want to write a dark romance with the concept of consuming as a form of intense, obsessive yet ominously beautiful, love with trueform sukuna.
i want him to love reader so much that he almost wants to literally eat her, and i want her to see it not as something to be terrified of, but to accept and recognise that his desire to devour you is not out of malice, but rather, something of adoration...
his mad infatuation would reveal itself in many, many forms. just by simply looking at you, his eyes darken, and his gaze seems to poke and prod at your soul, constantly analysing and soaking the sight of you into his memories. the way all four of his hands touch you, his searing hot palms smoothing over you, littering deep bruises across, claiming your skin as his canvas, embedding marks that indicate his presence in all and every way possible.
how his lips possessively captures yours, tongue twisting around in your mouth - sukuna kisses you with a type of hunger that goes unmatched by anybody else-- his engagements with you are all-consuming, meaning that he doesn't let you get a moment to think about anything else, too pre-occupied with his flames that lick up at your flesh, threatening to burn you down to cinders with its intensity, unmerciful. and when his teeth sinks in, a cry escapes your throat - a cry that isn't pleading for help, but is pleading for more.
sukuna's adam's apple would bob up and down as he swallows dryly, enduring another night of wishing to absolutely devour you whole, and leave nothing of you behind. it certainly doesn't help that you encourage him, egg him on.
he mustn't- he mustn't- he mustn't--
for who will comfort him from the loneliness that would follow, if he loses you to himself?
he satiates his aching desires by lapping up your honey-sweet blood from your inflicted bite wounds, addicted to your unique, intoxicating flavour.
you smile deliriously, like a madwoman, helplessly enamoured by sukuna's dangerous, distorted, yet an undeniably powerful form of his love.
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headcanon that percy absolutely adored when annabeth was taller than him. and it's not that he's attracted to her less now that he outgrew her. but he just misses when she towered over him. misses looking up at her whenever she teased him for being a seaweed brain. misses whenever she'd bark orders at her team during 'capture the flag' and she'd just be a skyscraper of pure power. misses whenever they'd hug and she'd just completely engulf him.
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meet my new girly bibi <3 (or bebe? lmao can’t decide. it’s deffo one of those tho because she’s giving me major ts2 bebe vibes if you remember that gp)
outfit, heels
necklace, top + skirt, heels
top, trackies, sneakers
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dazai knows so many different languages, even ones that you’ve never even heard of before. he studies them in passing bc he’s so good at it. it all just stick in his mind until one day he’s halfway fluent without even realizing it.
he falls for you first, but you’re too sweet, too perfect for someone like him. dazai’s too scared to tell you, but he needs you to know how much you mean to him.
so he whispers i love you against your skin in words you’ll never understand, over and over until he’s run out of languages that he knows and starts translating the phrase in ones he doesn’t.
he breathes words that are meaningless to you like a prayer, always searching for another secret way to admit his devotion.
and every time you ask what he just said, smiling about how smart he is, he just laughs and pretends that he has no idea either.
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