#devilfied

[ninthcircled-blog]

@devilfied   //  starter call.

          ‘ akira --- ’  before he can try to stop it ,  the man’s blood - caked arms are wrapped around him ,  making it impossible to escape .  not that there’s a point in trying now ;  he resigns himself to simply burying his hand in akira’s hair ,  his previously unpolluted white coat surely getting stained with bright orange demon fluids ,  ' this will draw attention ... ’

[chaotic--purity-blog]

@devilfied ♥’ed for a starter

As much as it pained him to see his best friend struggling with his new body, he couldn’t let him return home tonight.  He couldn’t risk him harming himself or those around him.  Ryo had given him some sedatives earlier to calm him down, but it was still a bit risky.  Amon was a very unpredictable beast at times and now wasn’t the time to have the public aware of demons just yet.  

Ryo made his way to the guest bedroom in his apartment, bags full of food from the convenience store.  He had the room secured just for this very purpose.  No way out and all dangerous objects removed from the room.  Ryo heard silence from the other side.  Akira must have finally calmed down.  Ryo fished a key out of his pocket and slowly unlocked the door, going inside to join his friend.

“Akira...”, he called out calmly.  “How are you feeling?”

[lucentferno-a-blog]

@devilfied || SC

dark blue eyes looked downward, concentrating extremely hard on the project he was cooking up. literally. someone needed help and there he was. his father had told him once just because others called him a monster didn’t mean he had to act like one. to use his powers for good, that’s what made people take a second look. even right now, reminiscing about it began to make him feel sad but he shoved that emotion aside --- a bright, wide smile lit the teen’s face as he served up a beautiful dish of yakisoba. the smell of it permeated through town from the food stand and people began milling towards the area. seeing so many people, it made him feel happy. this was why he loved to cook. after the yakisoba came bowls of white rice with Tonkatsu on the top

“ line up! we have enough for everyone as long as i’m helpin this person out! though..we kind of close soon so eat while you can!  ”

[batcnpass-blog]

@devilfied ♥’d for a starter.

memories of the horrific incident that had occured on the track meet kept recycling itself in miki’s mind deep into the night. how she had to run for her life--- the familiar feeling of her heart racing that she loved was now was laced with a fear. distaste.

it was still to fresh in her mind, far too recent to block out with music or force her eyes shut. all she could remember was the smell of blood. those images of gore painting the field.

she nearly felt sick thinking of it.

& without even realizing it, in the middle of the night she had made her way to akira’s door. much like how when she was younger & frightened by a scary dream, she would choose him for comfort even more so than her own parents.

after all --- he was always there for her....would cry for her even when her own pride wouldn’t allow it. & with a tightening heart, she gave a gentle rap at his door, closing her eyes and inhaling a breath.

❝ akira...i can’t stop thinking about what happened at the track meet... ❞ she started, her voice quiet. after all, he could be vary well sound asleep & the last thing she wanted was to be a disturbance....yet that thought alone sent a wave of pain.  ❝ do...do you think we could t-talk for a little...? ❞

[ninthcircled-blog]

cups his cheeks and kisses all over his face and neck, sweetly rather than passionately

        there’s no resistance ,  just a small sigh accompanied by a raised brow when he feels the warm ,  calloused hands against his cold skin .  ryo goes with the flow  ---  he simply lets akira do as he pleases ,  tilting his head to allow for more room as he focuses on his neck .  

        the feeling’s not bad  ---  he certainly does not complain about the fleeting kisses being pressed against his skin ,  and he’d be lying if he said he isn’t leaning into the chapped lips .  his hands are still frozen on the keyboard from what he was typing before akira’s display of affection .  an eye which he apparently closed along the way opens to peek at akira once the other’s lips seem to have stopped peppering his skin ;  he speaks with the same tone as ever ,  not protesting about the briefness of it but merely wanting to know if he could go back to work  ( thought he wouldn’t mind for it to last longer ) ,  ‘ are you done ? ’ 

[gravewill-blog]

devilfied replied to your post “tfw everybody else made exclusive ryo & akira blogs so ur SOL”

if it makes you feel better, im only exclusive romance :). so we could still have platonic / unrequited interactions ��

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