#ah screw it i'll tag them all

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

14 and 15 for the voice meme maybe??

Excellent choices, my friend!! Thank you so much for sending these!!

(question source: “F/O Voice Ask Meme” by thearchivesofforeveryoursmouse)

14. Talk about some potential fictional crushes I’m not sure will eventually become F/Os. - how did I go on for over seven minutes for this

15. Recall some characters that were once F/Os, or nearly became F/Os at one point. - this one also got rambly considering it was technically only about two characters, I apologise

Thank you so much again for sending these in, friend!!~

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Having F/Os with popular voice actors/actors is so funny sometimes cause like. Jackson Storm what are you doing here this is a western

[ohsunnyboy]

coherent waves | lee anton ˚₊‧⁺˖

people say the first touch of fate feels like a circuit being completed. so why does lee anton's soulmate seem to hate him?

TAGS: soulmate!au, college!au, gn!reader, cute and awkward engineering majors!anton and reader, confessions in the rain, kiss!

A/N: this boy bias wrecked me SO hard i paused writing a sungchan fic for this haha self-indulgent SCREAMiing as always (to clarify, his mark is on his left, our right)

WORDS: ~1700

Everyone knows Lee Anton's face.

No matter what, everyone's got their campus crushes. The people they'd linger around a corner for in hope of seeing, those with soulmarks you wish would line up just perfectly with your own. Somewhere out there, someone's walking around with your first touch of fate around with them. It's for that reason everyone knows Anton as the campus crush.

It's impossible to miss the six feet of cuteness, the shoulders broad enough to span the Californian coast and the tan handprint branded across his left cheek. Lee Anton, the sweetest guy on campus whose soulmate was destined to slap him in the face once they met. Nothing in it spelt destiny for you, but it was definitely curiosity at first sight.

"Hey, are we okay? Just at group study…” And your brain sputters like a misfiring car. He’s right behind you, isn’t he?

You want to pretend you didn’t hear him over the bucketing rain – maybe even your thunderous heart. Without an umbrella, you’re screwed if you run down the library steps into the dark and you’d look insane to push past him back into the library. Damn.

Not once did you dare speak to him during the entire group study. Though the feeling of his curious eyes lingering on you alone lit you up like a fuse about to blow. No wonder he's asking you if you're okay. The entire time you acted like some tween with a stupid crush. Which you’re not. Clearly and obviously not. First year electrical engineering has enough problems to give you a migraine.

Something about being around him sets your brain off like a capacitor discharging. Everything firing off at once, without a thought of where to go.  

"No? Yes! Yes. Fuck – sorry. We’re fine." Is what you come up with.

And some boy can apparently render you stupid within two feet of him. Someone needs to remind you how you’re a candidate for the dean’s list again.

Your stilted answer and the ensuing silence cause the corner of Anton's lip to quirk into a grimace. "Ah – okay. Sorry, I'll see you Friday.” When he takes out his umbrella it nearly whacks you in the face before he starts to run down the steps, leaving not a glance behind him.

Ah, shit.

Stunned, you’re left with a) no umbrella and b) a burning sense of mortification about how badly that went. Before you know it, your feet are running you down the path he took. One problem at a time… c’mon fix this. "Hey! Hey wait up, please! Anton!"

Running in the pouring rain was something you never planned on doing tonight or any day of the week but for fixing whatever you’ve got with Anton – it seems worth it.

Whatever they used to say about stem majors being chronically unfit bookworms definitely applies to you, as your heart thuds in your skull and lungs start to give out. Somehow after months of trailing behind his broad back, you underestimated how quickly he can escape you. 

Finally, like a lighthouse in the night, his blue umbrella is radiant under the light of the bus stop. “Anton!”

Three months of dodging each other’s eyes and scampering out empty classrooms early, Anton’s eyes are at the edges of almost all your memories. You know his wide eyed look anywhere. But with as much grace of a new-born giraffe, you sidle next to him under his umbrella, unaware of the blush warming Anton’s face.

Thankfully there’s no one else about apart from him to watch you keel over for a solid minute to gather your breath. Internally you think you’re as bright red as the LEDs you use in the labs. That, and so soaked you’re sure you're waking up with a cold tomorrow. Though, it could be worse. It could be whatever happened earlier.

Caught again in his orbit, you feel it again. The charge crackling under your skin that makes you want to claw at it.

It’s a moment before anyone speaks, still too busy process what exactly is going on. Eventually you gain your bearings and look into his shifty eyes with resolution.

“Hey look – I’m super sorry about everything,” you blurt. “The entire thing with the study group and completely dodging you in class. I – well, it’s not on purpose but I don’t know why but it’s like I get caught in some interference feed within like a metre of you and I just can’t think straight. Everything just sort of fires off in an incoherent mess. I’m trying, I really do but for once, I just can’t explain it.” It pours out in what feels like one breath. You feel like you’re teetering on the spot, on the cusp of embarrassment or sheer confidence. At this point, it might just be both. “… Sorry if I made you uncomfortable about anything but you’re top of our year, so damn cool and collected all the time – I feel like my wires get mixed up.” 

There’s an ache in your neck from looking up to him and watching his reaction. Calm and collected as always. It must be the longest you’ve ever got to look him in the eyes properly. Until,

“Me too.”

Huh?

Anton pauses for a moment, worrying the inside of his cheek before admitting, “I… I really wished we could talk more but you’re always busy and I feel awkward butting in. You’re really intimidating in the group studies, you know? You know everything and get along with everyone so easily. I psyche myself out.”

As he talks, your cheeks warm in endearment and you shuffle closer while he’s distracted. The familiar scent of cherries that would haunt you around campus suddenly right under your nose.

“I mean, I thought you’d just be another person put off by this-“ he waves a self-conscious hand over his soulmark “-and being avoidant because of that. Though I guess I figured you didn’t care because you never lingered on it like… like everyone else.”

It comes to you all in pieces. Anton always ducking his head away, never looking anyone straight on, always pursing his lips and turning away whenever someone brought up soulmarks. Those rumours haunt him.

However, standing here you’ve never been more confident. You know your what your hand looks like.

Does he?

“I think it has a good story.” The look of disbelief he gives you is priceless but you push on. “I mean, mine’s just on my palm just like seventy percent of the population so it can be boring.” Under the light, you raise your hand to him, showing the contrasting darker skin on your right palm and the small shake of your fingers. Anton locks onto your mark with a laser focus that you’ve never seen before. “And besides… I think you know what your soulmark actually is.”

One step closer: you’re just a hairsbreadth away. So close you can feel is body heat through his hoodie and see your breath leaving goosebumps on the expanse of his exposed neck. In the reflection of his blown pupils you can almost see yourself.

He swallows, eyes never leaving your palm. "You know what everyone says about it." Anton chews at his lip, bitten raw from worry. It’s stupidly endearing whether he knows it or not. Instead of dropping it, you raise your hand, leaving it to rest on his shoulder in comfort. “That the only reason I get slapped is because I’m secretly an asshole?”

"You don't know that it’s a slap for sure.”

"Then what else could it be then.”

"Really, Anton?" you hum. He’s so tense under your hand you feel like he could shatter from where you touch him. His eyes dazed and lingering where your hand used to be "We’re both smarter than this.”

Under the streetlight, what he has is clear as day to you while you trace his mark with your eyes. The thumbprint that curls across his left cheekbone, to the fingertips that edge from his hairline to his jaw and even the light shadow that touches the corner of his lip – as if he’s pressing a kiss to the heel of their palm. "Whoever it is, they're holding you."

“…Whoever it is… ?” he murmurs.

Anton’s unwavering gaze finally bores into you. Two interstellar blackholes swallowing you up and bearing down. An infinite number of thoughts or none at all. All behind those eyes, calculating and calibrating. You wonder where he is in that brilliant mind of his.

“Do it.”

You’re so careful.

You don’t know what you’d do with yourself if you hurt him. Maybe this doesn’t work out? What if you’re just another person in the crowd watching and waiting for someone else. You knew from the moment you started high school, life was a bunch of problems that you had to solve. The sheer existence of uncertainty guarantees nothing in any aspect of your life. What is guaranteed already, what are the variables, what are you working with. Whatever this is – it’ll be another problem but not one you get to calculate – it's one you need to guess.

His skin is too warm, and your hand is too cold. Nothing sparks but something is complete in your heart.

It fades. The marks – yours, his, all of it. It recedes back as if it never existed.

"I told you so."   

The clatter of the umbrella is your only warning before his hands cup your face and he kisses you. He kisses you in earnest, softer than you'd expect and warm enough to make your knees weak. With a deceptive strength, Anton presses you back against a railing, and your arms loop around his neck, hands burying in his hair. Hidden muscles you used to wonder about, tense where you touch him.

Eyes closed to the rain, foreheads knocked together and not a care in the world. You’re pulled into him like air. Both of you are trembling with relief. Like coherent waves, you come together in sync and everything you feel is amplified between you two. It’s then you know exactly what was racing in his mind.

Smiling into your neck, Anton sighs. "I'm yours." His voice lower and a little bit breathier. It makes your heart skip a beat, and your mouth turns up at the corners.

All across your veins it’s like a current is pushing through your skin. Anton and you, a circuit complete.

blehh i'm rusty but i'm starting uni as a mechEng student soonish so wish me luck 🫡 a reblog or a like always helps to encourage more thank you! ⭒ masterlist

[oepionie]

—VOICELINES ABOUT YOU. various

Synopsis: Yuuken interrogates some of the boys on the campus about their special someone. Hearing their loving ramblings on you was certainly not what he expected.

Tags: Self-Indulgent, Fluff, Angst if you squint really hard, Reader is not Yuu, Tweels are a bit...too mad in love, I brainrotted so hard, You're Malleus' fiancee, Malleus doesn't know how to tell a joke someone help him

Cw. Riddle's Mother, Overworking, Hospitalizations, Poor living conditions, Illness, Bullying, Allusions to violence, Marriage, Tad bit of possesive behavior, Description of stabbing

WordCount: 2k+ | 💌Masterlist

R.R | RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

About: Riddle's Rose

"Rose? I see you've met that troublesome intern at the library. That's a nickname. Their name is (Y/N) and yes, they are my partner." "A-Ah? I'm so direct? Well, you asked me a question! Though...I would prefer that this discussion end here. I prefer to keep my relationship with them private.”

Chat: Childhood Memories

“Ever since we were young, (Y/N) was quite rebellious. The complete opposite of me as a child, really. They were always sneaking off during the night and coming over to visit me. Mother...didn't approve of them and often screamed in their face. I was quite terrified she would scare them away, though that didn't stop them at all. Haha, I think they got even more persistent afterwards. I am truly glad I met them.”

Personal Story: To the Hospital

“Again...? I see. Thank you, Trey. Hmph, I'll have to schedule another visit once more."

> "Riddle? What's wrong?"

"Ah, Yuuken—It's Rose. They've gotten admitted to the hospital...again. (Y/N) is quite impulsive and tends to bite off more than they can chew. On more than occasion, like now, I would find out about their hospital admissions via Trey days or even weeks after."

>"Aren't you dating? Why aren't they telling you?"

"They claim that they withhold the information from me out of concern for my workload or out of fear of being a burden. Though that is—a sentiment I don't understand. Nothing is more important to me than their health."

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R.B | RUGGIE BUCCHI

About: The Photo In His Wallet

"Where is it?! Man, I'm so fucked if I lost it—Oh?! Oi, Yuuken! That wallet's mine! Man, thanks a lot. I really would've been screwed over if it weren't for you." "Eh? The photo? Shishishishi curious, aren't cha? Hmmm...how 'bout this? You get me a steaming hot meat bun and I'll give you a story time about them."

Chat: A Hopeful Future

"My studies? Course I take them seriously! That's what's gonna' put food on the table one day. Plus, I wanna' give (Y/N) the life they deserve—What'd I mean? Well, if I'm going to be their husband, I want 'em to live comfortably. It's not like we need anythin' luxurious, anyways. As long as we're together and there's enough food to go by, it's going to be all right."

Personal Story: In Sickness and In Health

"....that's good to hear. Please look after 'em, granny. Love ya." The call ends and Ruggie sighs. "That's the best news I've received since."

>"News?"

"Guh-?! Man! What's with you and sneaking up on me!? Yeah yeah—you heard right...news. Granny just called me to talk about (Y/N), their health is looking up. Tell ya' what, I knew that deal with Azul was worth it. I managed to snag some medicine and send it home."

>"Oh? Medicine?"

"Yeah. Ever since my first year of high school, they were sick and bedridden. (Y/N)'s parents don't have enough money for a doctor, so there's not much they can do. Of course, I'm out here doin' my best to help too."

"I really...I really wanna see them up and runnin' again. Hey, who knows—maybe we'll get to make flower crowns for the village kids again...together."

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A.A | AZUL ASHENGROTTO

About: An Interrogation

"Yuuken, you’ve met (Y/N), I hear. Well, as their partner, it's only right that I ask you about it. I assume you don't mind. So, what is your opinion of them? Nothing short of perfection, I hope."

"Hm? You think they're nice? Good then."

Chat: Busy Octoboss

"With all the deals, my maintenance of my academic ranking, and my position as Monstro Lounge's manager, my workload is quite substantial compared to most. And, I regret to say that it does get in the way of my personal life, including quality time with my lover. It tears at my heart, yet I cherish how they're so understanding and patient. Still, sometimes I can't help but think I am undeserving of them..."

Personal Story: Deep Sea Bonds

"My childhood is not something that I appreciate or want to remember. Yet, despite everything I've been through, I do think it is pleasant to look back on the days when I met them. You see, (Y/N) was bullied too. They were just like me, relentlessly bad mouthed and hurt by the kids around us. However, they never failed to greet me every day with a bright smile on their face."

>"What a sunny person."

"They'd also always have the courage and bravery to stand up for me, often taking the brunt of the bullying. I wish I could say I did the same for them...but I was far too cowardly back then..."

>"Wow. You two must be really close, then."

"Of course. They've been through a lot.Which is exactly why I won't allow anyone to speak ill of them anymore." Azul pauses, smiling slyly. "Say, Yuuken. You'll tell me if anyone casts aspersions on my Angelfish, won't you?"

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J.L | JADE LEECH

About: A Helping Hand

"Hm? What's that? Ah, you’ve met my darling pearl. I see. I do notice how you’ve been frequenting Monstro Lounge lately…Have you perhaps acquired a romantic interest towards them? No? Hehe, Alright." "Now, to answer your question, yes, that is right; (Y/N) routinely comes over to visit and aid me in my Mountain Treks. I couldn't be more grateful for their assistance."

Chat: The Pearl Ring

"Oya? I see you're curious about the ring I've been crafting. Well, it's for (Y/N). You see, in merfolk culture, we create handcrafted jewelry to serve as a courting gift. This is one of many ornaments I plan on giving them. Though, this one is...particularly unique. Ah, well...(Y/N) Leech does have a nice ring to it, does it not?"

Personal Story: A Jaded Reaction

"Oya? (Y/N) is spending the night at Ramshackle? Whatever reason for?"

>"Grim wanted to have a game night."

"Ah. I see. How...lovely. What's that? My smile is frightening you? Oho, now is it? Hehe, my deepest apologies. We eels tend to be quite...protective. I so anticipate you to take good care of them. And fret not, as long as you keep them away from any harm, no disputes shall arise."

>"Uh...and if something happened?"

"What if something happened...? Well, I'm sure you wouldn't mind being hunted down the face of the earth, tied up, and pulled down to the deepest pits of the blue ocean, where no one can hear your anguished cries for help...Would you?" 

>"..."

"Just joking. I would never do that."

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F.L | FLOYD LEECH

About: A Sea Walnut

"(Y/N)? Aha~~~ You've heard of my little sea walnut? They're so adorable and squishy, yanno!—Is there a problem? If you got a problem with 'em, I'll squeeze you." "Oh? Not scared at all, huh? Ehe~ You sure are ballsy. Tread carefully now, shrimpy~!"

About: Ocean Currents

"Whenever a strong ocean current comes, sea walnut always huddles close to me and grabs my arm. They've always been afraid of being blasted away."

"They used to do that a lot when we were kids, but it never gets old. Hehe~ Sometimes, I lead them to places where the waves are strong, jus' so they can cling onto me! It's so funny to see 'em get afraid and scramble after me when I move too far away. "

Personal Story: Shark Attack

"Hmm~? Oh, what're these bite marks? Rad, aren't they? I got them after fighting a buncha' sharks."

>"Sharks?! Why would you do that?"

"To get these. It's shark teeth. Our anniversary is comin' up, and Jade suggested that I should make some jewelry for them. It's a merfolk courting thing. Azul 'n Jade told me to get them pearls, but I thought that was boring. So, I'm making one with shark teeth instead! Isn't that cool~?"

>"I-I guess, but what happened to the sharks?"

"Ugh. None of them were a fun hunt. The entire hoard swam away so fast. Can you believe it???… I’m not the typa eel who would let my prey get away that easily, though. And it’s not like I had anything better to do. Ehehe! There were so many of those sharks swarming around, but I managed to squeeze them all! Well, it was worth it in the end cuz I got what I wanted. I'll do anythin' for my little sea walnut~"

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J.V | JAMIL VIPER

About: A Hearty Meal

“What am i doing? Well, I'm making some Roast Chicken with Sumac Flatbread. Oh? Who's (Y/N)? Ah, Kalim must have told you, huh. (Y/N) is my partner. They are truly wonderful."

"For example—Though I like to think I'm skilled at disguising my true feelings, the moment I go to see them, they already know what I'm thinking. They have a keen sense of intuition and always seem to know what I need and when I need it. Truly, I'm grateful for such a caring—Ah, I'm sorry. I was rambling again."

Chat: Snake-Eyed Envy

"I can't dispute that a lot of people back home are vying for their affection.That bothers me at times. As Kalim's babysitter-ehem, retainer, I don't have enough time to check in on them every day...However, as cheesy as it sounds, I have yet to meet someone who is as smitten with (Y/N) as I am."

Personal Story: World Left Unsaid

"I soon understood that I was more than the circumstances of my birth, all thanks to (Y/N). In fact, My bond with Kalim has become stronger and more genuine thanks to them. I...realized my hatred for Kalim was just my desire for my circumstances to be different...I didn't hate him at all. Without (Y/N), I would never have understood it."

>"They must be very important to you, Jamil."

"Absolutely. I was terrified that I might lose them after my overblot. But to my surprise, they stayed with me. Naturally, it hurt them, but they were really compassionate towards me and about how much I had to go through."

>"Do they know of what you feel?"

"I...I don't think (Y/N) realizes just how much I cherish them. I don't think now's the right time for that though. I've hurt them too much and I still have a long way to go before I fix things."

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M.D | MALLEUS DRACONIA

About: He's Engaged?!

"I am, indeed, betrothed. Heh. Why are you looking so bewildered, Child of Man? If I'm going to be a king someday, it only makes sense that I would need someone to reign alongside me, no? At first glance, (Y/N) may seem aloof, but as you get to know them more, you'll see that they are actually incredibly lovely and warm."

"You never thought I was one for romance? My, my... What a bold statement, you best learn how to hold your tongue. Have you considered that I could use lightning to smite you where you stand?...Now, now—That was a joke. You don't have to cower in fear."

Chat: Safe And Sound

"My precious treasure tells me that I tend to get protective at times. Though can you really fault a lover for wanting to protect the one who is most important to them in this cruel, ruthless world. One where others will not hesitate to turn on you?"

Personal Story: The Art Of War

"I am actually the first of my lineage to wed someone who is not a noble. You see, (Y/N) is a knight-in-training. And, as you can probably guess, they served as my retainer. To see them at work was truly a magnificent sight to witness. They command attention and radiate strength. While I had always admired them, I could not bring myself to express my true feelings to them. Until...that night."

>"That night?"

"Yes. On the evening of Silver's 16th birthday, someone had rushed at me with a dagger in hand. (Y/N) was the first to respond and took the hit for me...The sound of their screams as the knife tore through their flesh was truly...horrifying."

>"That's horrible! What happened to the guy?"

"Worry not, he was taken care of accordingly....If there is anything I’ve learned from Lilia's many teachings, it’s that the worst calamities that befall an army arise from hesitation. To avoid further offensives, one must deal with and eliminate adversaries as soon as possible. Don't you think so?"

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[alice-after-dark]

Late Night with the Radio Demon - The Deal

Tagging @hiemaldesirae as promised :)

Vincent and Alastor hash out their deal.

Vincent is still sitting on the floor of his destroyed apartment, staring up at the strange looking deer man above him.

He is the Radio Demon and he wants to make a deal.

"It's quite simple, really! Quite simple!" he crooned, unsettling smile too wide. "You do some favors for me, and I'll use my power to guarantee your success!"

It did seem simple enough...too simple. Vincent had been in the television industry long enough to know that nothing was ever so easy. All around them, the shadows writhed and twisted as though alive. A thin tendril slithered over his hand and he quickly snatched it away, heart threatening to break free from his ribcage. Slowly, the TV host got to his feet, making sure to keep some distance between himself and the demon.

"I can give you everything your little heart desires!" the Radio Demon continued. "All I need from you is a little cooperation."

"Why?" Ah yes, let us question the all-powerful eldritch demon standing in our living room. That can only go well. "Why are you interested in helping me?"

Wait.

Was he seriously considering this?

It was insanity at its finest. Making a deal with a demon. A very real fucking demon. But what were his options, really? He was expected to double his ratings by the end of the month. Yes, his show was steadily climbing in popularity, but such a jump would be impossible. Impossible...without a little help. Fuck, he really was considering this.

"For the entertainment, of course!" the demon cackled. "Of course it would just be bad business to not require some form of payment for my services, but truly my interest lies in the entertainment of humanity and its pathetic, desperate attempts at improvement! Laughable, really, but so amusing to watch them try!" He extended a hand, bowing forward. "So do we have a deal?"

Vincent swallowed, physically restraining his own hand from grasping the demon's. "Not yet." He struggled to keep his voice even. Inky black tendrils hovered around him like curious snakes. "These...favors...they can't interfere with my success...and...I only owe you one a day."

The demon blinked and Vincent felt his throat tighten. Aaaaaand this is where I die, he thought.

The Radio Demon's ever-present smile seemed to stretch beyond the limits of his face, eyes alighting in hardly contained glee.

"Ǒ̷̱h̵͙͝ ̷͔͊y̴̰͐ë̸̜́s̷̹͛," he hissed through the tinny static that reverberated through his voice. "Ì̶̳ ̴̻̌t̷̠̄h̸̜̿î̸̩n̵̦̂k̵͉̔ ̵̼̈́y̷͈̑ô̸̩ű̸̞ ̸̣̀w̵̞̐ỉ̸͍l̶̗͋ľ̵̨ ̸͚͆p̷͙̃ṟ̷̍o̶̐ͅv̶̻̓ě̸̳ ̴̺̉t̷̮͠ǫ̴́ ̶͈̌b̵̓͜e̷͓͐ ̶͝ͅq̶̣̑u̷̞̾ḯ̴̩ẗ̴͇́e̵̓ͅ ̸̲͋e̵̜̿n̶̩̒t̷̲̿e̵̦̾r̸̟̐t̶̜͆a̴͓͒ĩ̷̡n̵̻͑i̴̩̎ṋ̸͌g̸̤͂ ̶̱̀ĩ̴̱ņ̷͘d̴̨̓e̶̳͠è̷̖d̴͙̃." He pulled his hand back. "Not unreasonable requests, my dear, not unreasonable at all. However, in light of your...additions, I'm inclined to offer my own caveats as well." He twirled his cane (microphone?) and rested both hands on top of it, meeting Vincent's eyes. "If you at any point refuse my daily requested favor, I get your soul."

A chill rushed through the TV host. "My soul?"

The Radio Demon only nodded. "Only if you outright refuse, of course. Questions and comments are permitted."

Okay. Okay, that was easy enough. Just don't refuse. The demon couldn't ask for anything that would get in the way of his success so that should have ruled out quite a lot of dangerous options.

"Okay, but...you can't ask me for anything impossible...or to knowingly harm myself in any way."

The demon looked delighted. "My, my. Covering your bases, I see."

"I've been in this business long enough to know what a good contract looks like."

The deer man hummed. "I must admit, you're being far more forward than most that I've dealt with. It's quite a pleasant change of pace."

Vincent tried to not to preen at the praise. No time for that right now. Keep your head screwed on.

A clawed hand extended towards him expectantly.

Vincent took it.

The reaction was instantaneous. The room lit up in blacks and bright greens. The tendrils thrashed and encircled them. The Radio Demon's maw stretched to impossible lengths and suddenly that creature was back again. The one that had dragged itself free from the void of the radio. The demon's hand was massive around Vincent's own pale one, the deer man towering over him with that same unsettling grin plastered to his features. For a moment, Vincent was utterly sure he'd made some mistake. The Radio Demon would kill him now and that would be the end of everything. Someone would eventually find his mutilated corpse...if there was anything left of it.

Then green chains burst forth from the shadows, wrapping around their hands and up their arms and binding them together. He could feel the burn of them through the fabric of his jacket and he couldn't stop himself from crying out at the pain. The room was spinning. He was going to be sick.

It burned.

It burned.

It burned.

Slowly, the magic ebbed away, leaving Vincent dizzy and disoriented, the hand around his own being the only thing keeping him upright. With a flourishing little spin, the Radio Demon sent him stumbling backwards to sit on the couch. Pain lanced up his arm when he landed and Vincent scrambled, wrenching off his jacket and yanking up his sleeve. There was no sign of damage, no burns or anything that could have caused such agonizing pain. All that remained of it now was a dull ache that permeated down to his bones. The deer man chuckled.

"Ah, the first time is always quite the thrill, hmm? You didn't faint, though! That's an accomplishment!"

Vincent didn't want to admit just how close he had come to doing just that.

"So..." He swallowed. "What happens now?"

The Radio Demon tucked his hands behind his back. "Well, my dear, now I get to work and I believe you owe me today's favor."

Fuck, they were already starting? That...well, that did make sense, but somehow Vincent thought he might have a little more time to process the whole thing.

The demon snickered. "Tell you what. I'll give you an easy one to start. Something to get your feet wet. A dear friend of mine is quite partial to these...I believe she called them Bittenbab Cakes?"

"Battenberg?" Vincent asked.

The demon brightened. "That's it! Anyhow, she does love them dearly, but they're rather hard to come across in Hell, if you can imagine. Get a few nice ones for her, would you? She'd be ever so delighted."

Instantly, Vincent felt a sharp tug in his chest and something akin to static rush over his skin. The deal...it had to be. The demon had made his official request.

"Uh...yeah, sure, no problem. Um...how do I-"

"I'll be by tomorrow around the same time to retrieve them. Leave such arrangements to me, darling." He traced a claw along the edge of his cane. "But I suggest getting some rest for the night." Fuck, when had it gotten so late? "You do seem a bit winded, my dear."

"I'm fine," Vincent insisted, trying to sit up and immediately regretting it when the world twisted before his eyes.

"I'm sure." An amused smile crossed the demon's face. At least, Vincent thought he was amused. It was kind of hard to tell when the deer man never stopped smiling. The demon closed what little distance there was between them and took Vincent's hand in his own, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow then, darling."

And then he was gone.

It was like he had never been there. Even the room was spotless, the evidence of the TV host's tantrum swept away. The only evidence anything had happened was the small radio sitting innocently on the coffee table and the tingling in the back of his hand where thin lips veiling razor sharp teeth had pressed against his flesh. Vincent leaned back into the couch.

The Radio Demon.

What the fuck did I just get myself into?

[ask-robokasa-and-rui]

Lore post//

A day later, Rui and Minori went to work together.

Rui! You seem more tired than usual...I mean I can't really blame you...

Hm...

With you finding out about all this-

Hm...

And that me and Kanade are together-

Hm...

And the history of Tsukasa's maki-Are you even listening to me!?

Zzz...

RUI!!!

Ah!! I'm awake!!!

You better be! We have another busy day!

Again...?

Yep! We have two idols getting interviewed here!

Aaaauuuuuugh...I don't want to run around to make sure thing are right and fast...

TOO BAD!!! Besides! This place doesn't get enough customers! So these things are big opportunities for us!!

Okay whatever...

Say, why didn't Tsukasa come?

I wanted him to be alone so he can figure out his "new emotions"...

How Rui thinks he'll handle them:

Okay! So I need to boil the noodle...but how does that work if there isn't any water? Oh I need to boil the water and then put the noodle in! Silly me! Okay then! Let's boil some water!! Flame thrower arm! DON'T FAIL ME NOW!!!

Tsukasa has a flame thrower arm?

No but it would be cool if he did.

Aw man...

Oh! Uhh Rui...?

Don't tell me it's almost time for the idols to come...

....

....

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!!!!

WE HAVEN'T EVEN PREPARED ANYTHING!!!!

WE'RE SCREWED!! WE'RE GONNA GET FIRED!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!

Hello?

AH-!!!!

Oh hehehe...hello we didn't see you two there...akward....

Remember us?

Uhhhhhhhhhhh....

The singers...we once came here...

Oh! Kohane and An right?

Yep!

Well sorry to say but we can't really serve you two...we have two idols coming here for an interview!

Oh! Shizuku and Airi?

Right!

Oh we know them! They're like the sweetest people! Well...at least Shizuku is...

Ah...

Don't worry! They're not the type to eat a billion things! I'm sure your work will be the easiest today!

Please don't jinx it...

After an hour or so, the two idols arrive at the diner

AAAAAAAAaaand we're back again in "My interviewee!" Today we have the one and but not only, Sizuku and Airi!!

Helloo!! It's your girl! Airi!!!

Hi there...Shizuku is here!

Well then!! Why don't we order before our interview starts?! WAITER!!!

Gah-!! Hehehe! H-H-Hello! What can I get for you two?

What sweets do you guys have?

Uhh we have Daifuku, Dorayaki, Mochi, Macarons, Cupcakes, Cookies! But for larger sweetswe have Tiramisu, Pancakes, Waffles, etc.

Which one should we get?

How about some Dorayaki?

AAAAAAaaalright!! Twenty Dorayakis!!

T-Twenty?!

Ma'am...Isn't that...

I'll be back with your order!

Ah...

Back in the room.

Alright, so we need to get twenty Dorayakis!

Ah, at least it's something we don't need to do from scratch!

Yeah...

A few minutes later...

So idols! Now that our Dorayakis are here! Why don't we start with some questions from your fans!?!?

Alright! Let's take a look!

First question!

I thought idols usually ear the bare minimum when it comes to food...

Well it's kind of needed for them to have more on camera! To hide stuff ya know?

How do you know that?

Haha! Oh! You know! I'm obsessed with idols.

Ah-

Have you ever had a loved one die?!

Hm?

...!

A loved one die? That's a strange question...but no! I lost my dog once but he came back...!

...

What about you Airi?!

Well...yes. I had a dear friend of mine die...it was a long time ago...when the whole massacre thing was happening...I had a fairly small friend group back then...her death caused me to lose them too...They were...Haruka, Asahi and Tsukasa...

...?! Tsukasa-?!

Shhh!!!

Now tho! We shouldn't break the mood now! Onto the next question!

She...she knew Tsukasa? Well- the human one I assume...If that's so...I'll have a little talk with her when she's done with her interview...

Tags: @aspenii @bobcross1010 @blankblyke @mizuribbons @mai-mai-mai @kusanagi-nene-official-mod @kiwi-does-stuff @scodscod @delartz @m4r1y4m

[brandwhorestarscream]

The ones I miss? Right…

Subnautica AU, megaop twins, dimensional crossover, de-extinction (aka: tfa bots get screwed a lot),Crypitid seekers, blitzbee baby au

Eeeee all very good ones! I love them all too 🥰 lemme see if I can throw out an idea for each, see if we can stir up some more conversations around them!

Subnautica AU... please consider peeper Starscream with his big ol eyes, starting to get the telepathic messages from mama leviathan as well as the schools of peepies. They're her agents, after all, dispersing trace amounts of enzyme 42. Mayhapa Star can be the one to free her? Maybe she doesn't have to die this time

Megop twins! Since we kinda got to an ending point, let's back up and consider some shenanigans with the twins on earth. Maybe an encounter with the humans, June scolding the bots for literally kidnapping two babies, or perhaps an alt version where Orion actually stays with the cons until after the twins are born and is only afterwards dragged off by the bots?

Ahhh, the cross dimensional shenanigans... that's a really old one. More of TFP Starscream and TFA Blitzwing being friends huh? Alright, then please consider when Starscream takes his leave of the decepticons in season 2, Blitzwing goes with him. Rather than running afoul of M.E.C.H. Blitzwing goes Oh Hell No and blows them up. No one else is going to bully Starscream on his watch, and especially not some hateful little organics 😑

De-Extinction AU my beloved! Aka autobots are all sterile and they're out of allspark energy and now their only hope of salvation is with the decepticons who can still reproduce... Optimus is one of the first people to sign up for parenthood. Who is having his baby? I think you know 🤭 who else? Prowl definitely has an interest, he'd fascinated by the idea of creating life! Maybe eventually the jet twins also finally get to reunite with their carrier after it comes to light that they were born rather than made... so many options!

Cryptic seekers... ah, I love them. What to do about them? What else can I say? Though they usually spit their venom, there are cases of them biting someone and the wound becoming horribly, lethally infected if immediate treatment isn't sought. Like komodo dragons 😌 they will bite if cornered, so watch out!

Blitzbee baby AU!! I haven't thought about that one in forever but I love it! Food for thought: the first time double agent Blurr gets onto the decepticon base in earth, two things happen: one, bitty falls absolutely helm over pedes in love with him and immediately scoops him up to snuggles. Refuses to put him down and cries so hard he gives himself hiccups when Blurr manages to wiggle free. The racer feels so bad he hands himself over again and gives his check in report still squished in the giant warframe sparkling's arms. Two, Blurr leaves with baby fever even if he doesn't quite know what that means yet.

I'll leave the tags for all these AUs on this post, so if anyone wants to take a look at them, here ya go! Easy access lol

[purely-interests-here-not-much]

Wasn't really expecting this, but thank you nonetheless @penguindrumblr for including me! .////.💦 (sorry it took this long to get to it, work and sleep kinda screwing me over a bit... （＞人＜；）) Last song listened to: Um... a 3 hour compilation of much Etsuko Yakushimaru's songs? Yes, Penguindrum's first 2 OPs included. uu' (linkle) Though I guess actual single song(s) I listened to was actually a pretty good mashup of "The Proof of Our Existence" with some of Undertale's songs? (linkle) And as of recent, Pinocchio-P's song "Isn't It A?" and a Rhythm Heaven vid on it! Not sure if you're into Vocaloid, but you should give him a listen, he makes some pretty good songs with meanings that kinda remind me of both Ikuhara and a bit of Shigesato Itoi! Currently reading: Ah... mostly some of HCs of some fav characters (mostly a giant softie demon biker from Digimon) from a variety of stuff I like? And other people's interpretations of Penguindrum+etc. Also, here's this small, yet hella heartrending & heartwarming analysis of RE:cycle's ending that got me like... I've been mostly online.

Currently watching: Mostly a let's play channel that I follow on YT for some background noise (SGB, Super Gaming Brothers) while I'm either playing Switch (DB Xenoverse 2), Citra 3DS (Persona Q2), or PCSX2 PS2 (Resident Evil Outbreak, online on that game is actually pretty fun!) any last series or movies I've seen, well... I seriously need to get back to first-time watching Digimon Tamers both sub and dub, did the first 2 seasons dub cause was kinda lazy, but I'll eventually watch them sub! Besides Digimon, Scott Pilgrim Takes Off and also rewatched Devilman Crybaby last month, still never forgetting the heartache I felt on the 2nd to last episode all the way back in 2018... ok as for movies? Puss in Boots The Last Wish and The Super Mario Movie on Netflix (the former is a fantastic movie, and the latter is pretty good junk food to watch) Currently obsessed with: In case you couldn't tell by my icon... Digimon, I honestly should've gotten into this a whole lot sooner... because I honestly a bit bitter with the Pokemon franchise as of late, but... both franchises deserve better and respect from their former owners. Impmon/Beelzemon remind me so much of an Kunihiko Ikuhara character, that he's in desperate need of plenty of love+hugs and therapy... ╯︿╰ (but besides that, I have a whole lot of things I love but we'd be here forever so... thanks for including me! ^^') Tagging... um... I don't know anyone else here so uh... @itsavee4117 if you wanna have a bit fun with this, go ahead! But though feel free to ignore this if you want, no pressure! Have a nice day! ^^'

[dogmomwrites]

Romantic Snippet tag

This tag came from @oh-no-another-idea, so thank you for including me in this game!

I'm gonna pass it on with soft tags to @new-royston-cursebreakers, @papercutsunset, and @writingpotato07, as well as an open tag!

Rules—simply share a romantic scene from your WIP

I'll be honest, I'm no romance writer. What romances I do have are almost exclusively slow-burns, so I haven't really gotten to any of those scenes (yes I'm four books into one series). Once I finally do reach those scenes, I'm quite certain I'll stall out lmao so here is a kinda longer scene (word count 639) that's mostly dialogue featuring Cadara and Mickey from my fantasy series and not featuring much actual romance...it's p much just Mickey being super awkward

She flushed. “I got so caught up and just didn’t think. I’m such a—”

“It’s all right. I don’t even have family I’m worried about, so if you’re going to insult yourself, just remember I’m like, three moral levels below you right now,” he said, earning himself a grin.

“I was going to say I’m such an idiot, such a horrible, despicable, revolting person. The dregs of humanity—”

He huffed at her, pretending to be serious, though he was fighting a laugh. “Okay. All right, that’s enough.”

“But now I know I’m even lower!”

“Oh, come on!”

“You walked right into that,” she said, laughing at him. “Right smack into it.”

“Maybe I did, but you’re three moral levels above me, remember?”

“Yeah, and I’m still the dregs of humanity.”

Her eyes were alight with humor, and though he was the butt of the joke, he couldn’t find it in him to be upset. Not with how good happiness looked on her. He realized she was saying something. Summoning his clever wit, he said, “Huh?”

“I said, if you’re not worried about anyone, why did you follow me?” Cadara knew why—or thought she did, anyway. Who could blame her for wanting to make sure? And making him suffer a little in the process was just…well, it was just fun.

She knew. No, of course she didn’t. Except that she did.

For a second, he froze, panicking. Then he thought maybe this would be a good opportunity to tell her, to just get it out, get it over with. Once and for all. He didn’t, because that was a terrible idea, of course.

But…should he tell her?

“Why did you follow me?” she asked, gazing up at him with hopeful, adoring eyes.

“To keep you safe,” he said, and she swooned into his arms.

A terrible, terrible idea. And lame.

Jamming his hands in his pockets, he said, “Nah.”

“What?” she said, torn between laughing and laughing even harder.

He flushed. That wasn’t what he’d meant to say. “I meant no. I mean—I just—you know, I just—I just meant…I don’t know.”

“You meant to say you don’t know?”

“Yeah, that’s what I meant to say.” He felt more foolish than he could remember ever feeling, which was saying a lot. He didn’t know that she was smiling.

“Well,” she said, taking his arm and linking hers around it. “Thank you for going with me. If any of them had been hurt, then I…I don’t know. I would’ve needed someone with me.”

Mickey didn’t know what to say. He didn’t trust himself to say anything for a moment, he was so flustered. Trying to play it casual, he shrugged, hoping he looked calm and collected. “Ah, you know, it—it’s nothing, really. Nothing. I’d do it for anyone.”

Nailed it.

“Oh, just anyone?” Her arm slipped from around his.

Wait, what? “Uh—”

She ducked her head, looking down. “For a second, I felt very special.”

Oh no. “No, you are! It—I didn’t, I didn’t mean that.”

“You didn’t mean I’m special?”

“What? No! I mean yes! I mean no!” What was happening? How did he screw it up this bad?

Cadara scuffed her boot on the floor, smearing wolvin blood. “Thanks for fighting with me.”

Helpless and confused, Mickey watched her walk away. He had no idea there were tears in her eyes and even less of a clue that they were from trying not to laugh. For all he knew, he’d just forever ruined any chance of even getting to know her.

He saw the decapitated head of a wolvin on the floor near him and scowled at it. “What are you looking at?” he growled, sending it across the room and thumping against the wall with a frustrated kick.

Quickly, he glanced around to make sure no one saw him.

[spockandawe]

@curlicuecal tagged me into the post meme about ten songs! I'll go ahead and post ten songs by ten artists that I've been particularly fixated on lately, it's all personal bias all the way down, babey

Colm McGuinness: Sleeping In The Cold Below - Let's start off with a representative sample, my head is filled with folk and filk and irish and shanties, just check out this artist for a clear breakdown of my tastes, because I could fill out the whole list with just this man's work. Musically speaking, if I could grow up to be anyone, it would be HIM. I yearn so hard for his instrument collection and vocal range, even if I'm operating in different octaves.

Malinda: Dúlamán - Feels slightly like cheating, because I'm fairly sure I found her through Colm McGuinness (the Hoist The Colors collab), but god, her voice is DIVINE, and she's got a fantastic balance of trad covers and newer music. Songs in gaelic can be tricky to rec, even if I'm about to do it again, but some of them just have so much bewitching LIFE that I can't resist.

Celtic Woman: Téir Abhaile Riú - I have to tell you, it was both disorienting and delightful when this started getting used as a sound in tiktoks. The short excerpt is good, but the whole song is so much fun! I know it's kind of redundant to talk up Irish songs as being catchy as hell, but this is really such a good one.

The Longest Johns: On The Railroad - Speaking of catchy... I'm a basic binch, give me a train song that sounds like a train, and I'm all over that to an embarrassing degree. Skimbleshanks isn't going to be on here, but only because it'd be cheating, I wasn't thinking about it until I started thinking about why I like this. And you get a train song that's ALSO a work song? Hell yes, gimme

Great Big Sea: Process Man - I agonized over what Great Big Sea song to include (old black rum? donkey riding? excursion around the bay?) but this is truly such a classic, it's so catchy and memorable. And it's great if you're feeling like an exploited #resource at your day job!

The High Kings: McAlpine's Fusiliers - Speaking of being an exploited, expendable resource, ONE LAST IRISH SONG. But I can't leave this out! The High Kings are so good, but McAlpine's Fusiliers is the CATCHIEST melody line by any artist. I am typing slowly because I have no choice to sing along since I opened the video to get the url, send help

Hozier: The Humours Of Whiskey - You know I really intended to have other flavors of music on here too, but. Again, the song is too catchy for me to resist. This is only a partial cover of the full song, because he's just doing it offhand. But his voice is so perfect and the delivery so flawless, I live for this 52 second clip, haha

Delta Rae: Bottom Of The River - Technically I am showing a little more range than previous entries have done, but uh, I know that's only barely/technically true. But there's so much good stuff in this weird corner! And my mainest criteria for how much I like music is how fun it is to sing along, and this is seriously peak singalong content.

The Merry Wives Of Windsor: Siuil A Run: Oh no, another gaelic title. But it's also partly in english, and this is another song I'll listen to by anyone who covers it, and another group where I'll listen to any music they produce! I recommend their entire back catalog, very strongly. Fair warning they have a notable bawdy portion of their catalog, but I'm being good and not linking something like 'come roll me away,' or 'the cockerel song,' so you can listen without fear. But they are SUCH a fun group, I love them to bits.

Mary Black: Colcannon - Ah, screw it, I have a brand. Let's wrap it up with a song that's literally about potatoes! Also an impossibly catchy melody. This song has been stuck in my head since it absolutely Ruined me with homesickness back in grad school. And you know what, I'm also linking this bonus version with worse audio, but it's a 1986 recording of the black family on tv. There's just something about watching irish singing that makes me LIVE.

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oh no, tagging people. I'm chickening out, sorry. If you want to do it and point your finger at me, go for it! but it's been a long week and I contracted a bad case of the Shy it looks like

[007bup]

YOUR CHARACTER:  IN 10 QUOTES

tell us your favorite quotes from your character. give us an idea of who they are by the things they’ve said. then tag your friends.

tagging:  you! steal it from me!

❝ No, Marv-- big things happen in big places. And the sooner I fill out my report, the sooner I can get back to them. ❞

❝ Some assumed it was a large meteor, or a downed satellite. But my office in Washington received a call from someone who reported an actual encounter with the object. This is no meteor, gentlemen. This is something much more serious. ❞

❝ Alright then, fine. You want evidence? I'll get you evidence. And when I do, I'm gonna want a memo distributed! And I'm gonna want that memo carbon copied, and redistributed--! ❞

❝ Ho-garth? What an embarrassing name. Might as well call him Zeppo or something. What kind of a sick person would name a kid Hogar-- ❞

❝ You know, this sort of thing is why it's so important to really chew your food. ❞

❝ We live in a strange and wondrous time-- the Atomic Age. But there's a dark side to progress, Hogarth. Ever hear of Sputnik? ❞

❝ You can learn this: that I can do anything I want, whenever I want, if I feel it's in the people's best interest. ❞  

❝ Ah, it's difficult to raise a boy all alone-- we can make it more difficult. In fact, we can make it so difficult that it would be irresponsible for us to leave you in her care. And all that that implies. ❞

❝ The Army arrives in the morning, Hogarth. Don't get cute. ❞

❝ Screw our country! I wanna live! ❞

[dhoranbolt]

Not so shy reader Halloween

A/n: hi this was supposed to be posted like midday but here we are lmao. Forgive the title I'll maybe fix it later. Part of the shy reader series, I'd say it takes place around part 3 (when i get them out) anyways Happy Halloween!

Friendly reminder, if your age isn't easily accessible on your profile i will NOT be tagging you! That said if your age is in your bio and you want a tag let me know!

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

cw/tw: minors/ageless blogs DNI, all characters aged up, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, predator/prey kink, breeding kink if you squint at the end

Word count: 3.8k

Link to art piece for this fic is here

“You’re an idiot.”

“That’s so distasteful!” Megumi and Nobara said respectively as they looked at their pink haired friend. Yuji was only grinning ear to ear as he posed.

“No one else will even know what you are.” You said as you shake your head.

“But that’s what makes it so funny! Inside joke!” The white and blue kimono he wore swayed with his movement, though the mouth forming on the side of his face was less than pleased.

“I’m not a damn Halloween costume, brat!”

“Well you are tonight! Suck it up!”

“Whatever, let’s just go already. We’re gonna be late if we screw off any longer.” Megumi didn’t leave any room for more arguing as he turned for the door.

"The cursed energy here is intense."

"Well keep it to yourself, I'm here to have a good time." Nobara said as she turned up her chin. Megumi scoffed, but said no more.

"C'mon let's go get a drink, I think I see Shoko!" She said as she grabbed your wrist, hauling you off further into the building. Looking back at Yuji for a moment, the only thing you could focus on was a single red eye staring at you, slowly squinting as it caught you watching.

A chill ran down you spine, was he looking at your own costume? ... Did he like it?

And that's when you realized you needed to be several drinks down to deal with that thought, body already hot. Whatever little cat and mouse game Sukuna liked to play with you hadn’t even started up for the evening, and you already needed some friction between your thighs.

Turning back to Nobara you followed her to the main room, where red liquid was being scooped from a bin and handed out.

"Hey-" You took the first cup offered to you and began to tip it back. You could still feel Sukuna watching you, and it only made you finish the entire cup faster.

It burned going down. Whatever whoever chose to mix, was strong. Nobara stared at you unblinking.

"Or don't wait up for me, damn."

And so your night began. No matter where you or Yuji wandered off to, Sukuna never seemed to lose sight of you. Though you weren’t much better, trying to keep a discreet eye on the single red one following you around every corner of this place. Paying attention to anything else but the curse watching your every move was almost impossible.

And sure there was a certain amount of cursed energy around at any given time, but you were aware the amount only increased with every drink Yuji had through the night.

Could Sukuna feel it? Usually he kept to himself, but by this point in the night, every time you chanced a glance Yuji's way, Sukuna's eye was locked onto you. He was never out in the open this long, did Yuji even realize?

“What about you?” The sudden drop off of voices broke your train of thought, and you looked to the few girls you’d gathered with. All eyes looking at you expectantly, and you blinked.

“Yeah, ah, Micheal Meyers.” they exchanged looks before nodding in approval.

“Dicked down by a hundred years old monster is a valid one. You know who else? I was thinking..” Once the conversation was no longer aimed at you, you tuned it out again. Deciding to excuse yourself from the group, Shoko passed you a look that you nodded off as you stepped away.

Wandering through the second floor you moved aimlessly. You could lie to yourself and pretend you weren’t looking for a head of pink hair, but it would still be a lie.

"So you wish to be fucked by a monster?" Sukuna's voice hit your ears and you body went stiff. Last you saw, Yuji was trying to drink someone under the table, downstairs. You'd stopped trying to keep tabs, if only to save your own sanity at this point.

Quickly turning you see red eyes looking down at you.

"Sukuna!" Your hand twitched forward to drag him out of sight, but your body refused to touch him, stopping just short. For whatever reason Sukuna liked you, there were still clear boundaries. Putting your hands on him was very much a 'no'.

Catching onto your internal battle he crossed his arms with a grin as he watched you.

"Go ahead little sorcerer- put your hands on me." It was a warning, not an invitation. Instead you choose to scan the room you're in, and relax when don't see another sorcerer in your vicinity of the bumping bodies.

"Didn't think he was going to let you out to play tonight."

"You think that brat can keep me from taking over as I please? I own this body." You shift in unease as he barks his response. Sukuna wouldn't come out just to explain that much, you already knew it was just talk- for now anyways.

"Didn't think you'd be interested in partying." And he scoffs.

"You're right though, I'm much more interested in you tonight." He's taking steps forward, forcing you back into a darkened corner as he leans into your space.

"Why would-"

"Answer my question." You feign confusion, hoping the dimmed lights and the little buzz you have play in your favor.

"What question?" His eyes narrow.

"You amuse me, should this monster fuck you here for all these people then?" Your heart stops for a moment, he wouldn't..

That thought was laughable, of course he would.

"No! No, I.. We were just talking, it's a party, we're having fun." He leaned closer and rested his arm above your head with a smirk.

"Very good! I'd almost believe you myself if I couldn't smell you from all the way downstairs." His tone dripping in sarcasm. You didn't respond, instead squirming under his intense gaze.

"All that confidence, gone under the watchful eye of a true monster," he chuckles before continuing.

“That’s why you want it though, isn’t it? To be chased down like prey and fucked by a monster when it catches you.” Sukuna’s lips curled up in a grin as he spoke, body caging you against the wall, swallowing yours easily. His free hand pressed against your stomach, and it slowly slid down past your skirt to cup your heat through your panties.

Sukuna didn’t stop there, rubbing two fingers against your folds roughly before flattening his palm against your growing wet spot, only to use his tongue to lap at you through the fabric.

You bit your lip to quiet your moan, knees buckling under the pleasure as you screwed your eyes shut. Sukuna sucked his teeth, grin turning into a scowl as he reached his free hand down to grasp your face. The sudden move had your eyes shooting open as you looked up at him.

“If I have to repeat myself, I’ll break you open on my cock in front of every damn sorcerer in this pathetic place.” The picture flashed in your mind- there’s no doubt he was telling the truth. But even for that split second you imagined everyone watching, your body flooded hot with embarrassment.

“The way you’re wetter now leads me to believe you’d actually want that.” You clenched down on nothing, wishing he’d give you more. It was embarrassing how turned on you were by his presence alone.

“Fuck what- what do I have to do?” He pulled his hand away with a cackle, grinning at the whine you let out when he does.

"Go on," his lips brush your ear as he invaded your space.

“Run.” Sukuna growled, crazed glint shining in his eyes as he stared you down hungrily.

Your heart soared into your throat, and you were pushing to stumble past him as quickly as your limbs would allow.

You knew he wouldn’t hurt you- right? Your stomach dropped all the same.

Run

You needed to find a place to hide. No - you needed out of the building. The stairs were to your left, and you crashed into the wall as you bound down them frantically.

Bumping into drunk people, drunk sorcerers, most brushed off your antics. The few that paid you any more than a few seconds of attention got a quick 'have to pee' as you continued to make it to an exit.

Your body thrummed with adrenaline, your stomach doing flips. The feeling only served to drive your feet faster against the smooth floor, closer to the door that led outside. The red exit sign above the door was getting bigger with each stride, and you slammed your body against the thick metal door to open it. You couldn't help the small smile that stretched your lips as the cool night air hit you.

Chancing a quick glance back your eyes scanned across the wide room. They land on Sukuna immediately, wild grin still on his face as he slowly descended the stairs, eyes locked onto you.

Your own smile fell as you threw your body out of the doorway, and slammed it shut behind you. The second your hand was off the metal bar, you were sprinting for the trees beyond the fencing surrounding this building.

The sun was just over them, getting ready to set and casting a warm glow over everything it touched.

Sukuna would find you out here, but isn't that what you wanted? The thought to stop at the first tree crossed your mind before you pressed on further into the treeline.

Whatever he had planned for you would be much worse if you didn't at least attempt to make it a challenge for him, and the thought of disappointing the king of curses left an uneasy feeling in your chest.

So you continued deeper into the trees, occasionally turning and zigzagging to alter your course. You weren't sure how long you'd been running by this point, and there wasn't any sign of Sukuna. No rustling of leaves here, or a twig snap there. If he was following you, he was meticulous about it.

And then the thought crossed your mind as you began to slow down.

IF he was following you.

What if he wasn't coming?

What if he was playing a game, and it was to see how long it would take until you realized you were out here all alone, and no one else knew it but you two?

The chill in the air began to settle in your bones. Your lungs were on fire, your feet were beginning to hurt, your legs protested with each new step you took. Slowing down and heading towards the nearest tree you leaned against it, trying to catch your breath.

This game must have been more enticing to him, after all could you really trust the king of curses to tell the truth? You let out an irritated sigh, looking at your surroundings. There was nothing but trees and moss as far as you could see in any direction, where had you even come from at this point.

"It took you long enough, I was beginning to think you got lost." Sukuna's voice cuts through the quiet night like a knife, and you're staggering back from the tree you were leaning against, eyes snapping up to see him lounging on one of it's thick branches.

"Y- how did-" He scoffs with a roll of his eyes.

"Don't insult me, woman. I've been here since before you pathetically stumbled this way." You bite back your own snippy response, opting to find the clearest shot out of this general vicinity. His sudden appearance sending newfound energy through your body as you’re determined to make an escape.

Sukuna cuts your train of thought short as he leaps to the ground easily. You take a step back with each one he begins to take forward, trying to keep what little distance you do have between you.

Booking it past him at this point isn't an option, the next best thing would be to round a tree and hope it gives you enough cover to get even a few steps ahead of him-

Badum

Your heart hammers in your chest as your world slows down, you’ve just lost your footing on a loose branch somewhere behind you. The air is momentarily knocked out of you but your focus is on the cackle Sukuna let's out as he closes the distance.

Your fingers dig into the dirt below, and you're acting before you can stop yourself. Fisting as much of the damp forest flooring as you pack between your fingers, you're sending it up towards his face as hard as you can.

You think you see almost genuine surprise cross his face before the dirt and soggy leaves make contact. But you're too busy turning around and launching yourself up off the ground into a sprint to verify it.

It lasts all of mere seconds, and you're hitting the earth again with a yelp.

Turning back you see Sukuna leaning over you with narrowed eyes, hand still gripping your ankle tightly. The manic look in his eyes only glints brighter as he sees the terrified look on your face.

“Surely you could have done better than this. You didn’t even put up a fight, I was expecting more from a sorcerer. I’m almost disappointed in you.” Your heart was pounding in your ears, you could hardly register what Sukuna was saying.

"Tell me, what would your monster do to you first?" You couldn't help the small whimper that left your throat as he leaned down to run his fingers through your hair. His nails scraped your scalp before he flexed his fingers and tightened his grip. A gasp left your lips as he tugged you closer to him by the hair, his other hand grasping your cheeks and forcing you to look up at him.

“He’d claim his prize.” You whispered as you looked at his lips, watching as they curled up.

“In that case, I’ll take my prize here.”

Sukuna was flipping you over in an instant, and you were quick to press your arms into the ground just to not knock your head off it. Sliding his fingers into the loops around your waist he was hauling the bottom half of your body into an arch.

“Then again it doesn’t matter what any other monster would do with you.” He hums as he runs his palms over your ass, grasping and kneading the flesh as he examines the darkened wet spot on your red panties. He grins.

"You keep wearing red like you're almost expecting me to come take it from your body." Sukuna traces your puffy lips through the fabric before ripping it off in one swipe.

You shiver at the cool air touching your bare skin.

"But I've already acquired this pair from you, so I have no need to keep it intact." He runs two fingers through your slick folds, plunging them into you quickly. You whine out at the sudden intrusion, and whine again when it's gone just as fast.

"Look at you, practically sopping. This is exactly what you've been wanting, isn't it?"

"M- yes!" Your eyes roll as his tongue spears you open, sliding around your walls like it's trying to map you out. His fingers pinch at your clit, and without warning you're screaming into the night as you come on his tongue, body convulsing before him on the floor.

"I hardly touched you, has it been so long since I've put you in this position?" You can only move your jaw, no sound coming out to answer as you ride out your high.

But remembering just how worked up you were back at the party, Sukuna chuckles.

"Have I neglected my little sorcerer of the pleasure she so desperately needs?" You bob your head slightly, body tingling with anticipation as you come back to earth. You hear Sukuna behind you, working to free himself from under his kimono.

"I bet I've got you so worked up, I'd slide in with no resistance. Let’s test it."

And then he's stretching you out, past full. In one fluid motion, the top of his thighs are flush to your ass, and you're clenching hard around the sudden intrusion.

"Sukuna!" You cry out as you find your voice, arms flailing behind you as you try to push him away. He watches in mild amusement before gathering your arms across your back and holding them there firmly.

"Don't act like you didn't want this now, brat. Creaming on my tongue like a depraved whore." He uses your arms as leverage to drag you back onto his cock. Admiring the way your ass jiggles, the way your body goes rigid with each slam.

All you can do is endure every stroke, nails clawing into your arms as he begins to pick up his pace.

"Sukuna wanna come.." You gasp, the pain he's bringing you slowly morphing into pleasure.

"That so? Bold of such helpless pray to start make demands of me." Using his free hand he grasps your ass, spreading you open to watch as your sopping cunt swallows him with every thrust.

He groans in his own pleasure, gritting his teeth. The way you take him so willingly every time he comes out to ruin you is so fascinating.

Your body knows who it's king is, and for that reason alone he will reward you with another orgasm, as long as you can handle it of course.

He slams his hips forward to meet the way he’s bouncing you off of his length, spearing himself deeper still as you cry out. But it wasn’t enough, he needed more.

Releasing your arms he grasped your hips, and planted his foot in the ground next to your shoulder. His body enveloped yours as he bent over you, ramming his cock into you from above. The grip he had on your hips was almost painful, dragging you back onto him in the same stroke. Every gasping breath you took smelled like the dirt your face was currently being pressed into.

“S-Sukuna.!” You managed to whine out, nails clawing at anything you could reach to ground yourself in the moment. He groaned, chuckling.

“Don’t tell me it’s too much for you now, little sorcerer. I’ve only just gotten started. You taste so sweet like this, underneath me and a little scared. Do you think I’ll break you tonight? Let’s find out.” You couldn’t protest even if you wanted to, it was hard enough to keep the air in your lungs long enough to stay conscious. You grit your teeth through the moans, eyes watering. The way Sukuna was rolling his hips into you with every bounce of your ass into him, his nails digging into your flesh.

“Is this what you were after? Does me filling you like this, scratch the itch you so desperately had?” He breathed into your ear, teeth grazing your neck. You whimpered, bottom lip wobbling as you tried to keep the tears back. He was being so mean about it, practically drawing blood with the way he was gripping you.

But he was right, this was exactly what you had asked for, and you throbbed around him as you thought about it.

The threat that he could kill you anytime he wanted loomed overhead, even though you knew he wouldn’t. Not as long as he could use you to entertain himself. And as he plowed you through to the earth beneath you, you couldn’t see yourself begin to care about it.

Sukuna biting down on your shoulder brought you out of thought. You yelped out in pain, but he paid no mind to your discomfort.

“I should make you finish as many times as it takes for you to pass out, and leave you here to clean up your mess when you wake.” You were too close to finishing to care what he was going to do next. As long as it meant he was going to let you come, you’d babble anything you thought he wanted to hear.

“What would the monster in your fantasies do, little sorcerer?”

‘He would have killed me by now’ you think to yourself. But trying to form coherent thoughts, and turning them into words were two very different tasks. It was hard with the way he was filling you out at the moment to say anything but his name at this point.

“They would let me come, and clean up the mess for me!” He sucked his teeth as he chuckled.

“You’re lying to me, do you think you deserve to get what you want for lying to your king?”

“Yes! Please- please let me come my king!” You registered the title, you just couldn’t bring yourself to care to correct it. Not that it would do you any favors, Sukuna was testing waters to see just how far he could bend your reality before you snapped.

He could feel you tightening around him with each thrust, he knew you were close. He knew your body so well by this point, maybe even better than you did yourself. Knew the desperate twitching when you were so close to coming you could almost taste it. No matter how hard he was thrusting into you, how much you said it was too much and that you couldn’t take it, you would still find the strength to push back onto him.

You didn’t mean it in the slightest, you liked when he was ruining you. Play shy around him during the day all you want, he knew the real you. Why else would you ask him to chase you down and claim you like this? Had you liked monsters all your life, or was it a new development since he’d come along to give you everything you never knew you could take?

There was something primal in the way Sukuna roared with his release, knocking his tip repeatedly into your heat as he shot ropes of cum into you. Your own was seconds behind, walls tightening as much as you could around the way he stretched you, milking his cock for every last drop it had to offer. It drove Sukuna insane, the sudden urge to plug you full of his cum.

Fuck it so far into you the only place it could go was out, before gathering it to fuck it right back in. A small part of his mind told him this was getting out of hand, that he needed to end this and you before it went any further, and-

“Sukuna…!” Your whine pulls him from his thoughts as he looks down at you with indifference. Your whole body was trembling, walls still pulsing around him sporadically. With each wave a new moan leaves your lips, and you weakly buck your hips back into him. He thrusts his own hips forward and you cry out, but don’t run away from it. How close could a human come to being perfect? Begging for more when you knew you couldn’t take it.

Maybe letting you live a while longer wouldn’t hurt..

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Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by both @aintgonnatakethis and @holy3cake

Re-tagging both of you who tagged me, and gonna do an OPEN TAG for this one!

Sorry this is so late, things have been hectic! To make up for it, here's a pair of snippets from a chapter I'm currently writing for HtB. These are very much first drafts!

I decided to stick a gif of the characters at the end, idk if it's useful or not but ah screw it.

POV; Lancelot/The Weeping Monk

"You killed my Squire, Monk." Arthur said, breaking the silence.

Lancelot remembered him. Young. A tusk, he'd thought, by the scent.

"Mogwan. You know he was just Eighteen? Didn't even know how to fight."

"Eighteen is a man grown."

"Would it have made a damn difference if he was younger? He was an innocent, and you put your arrow through his neck."

Fourteen, butcher's boy... got a barbed arrow in the neck.

Lancelot remembered the Butcher's boy, too. 'Peter'; as Carden had indeed remembered correctly; tall for his age and with the sturdy-armed build as befitted his father's trade. Shot down by Gawain, the Green Knight, he'd died in Carden's arms whilst Lancelot did nothing but watch, hiding his horror behind a stoic mask of indifference, though he'd very nearly thrown up. It was the sounds that were worse than the sights. He'd somehow looked even younger in the vulnerable throes of death.

Died in my arms on a ride through the minotaur, choking on his own blood.

Mogwain's face replaced Peter's in his mind, Red Robes cradling the Fey as he panted shallow breaths and blood gurgled in his throat.

Are you proud of that?

Perhaps he and the Green Knight were not so dissimilar after all...

POV; Arthur

(Different section, same chapter)

"We are not the monsters we were painted as, boy. Something for the pain." Yeva passed Lancelot a small vial, and departed the cell with a swish of her feather bound cape and tattered old wings. Heading to her next patient, no doubt.

Arthur turned to follow but something gave him pause. Gawain would kill him if he knew he'd left the Weeping Monk in this state, and as he looked over the man again as he stared he was struck with the realisation at what it was he could really see. A deeply troubled look cast doubt on the face that was stoic before, lost and almost... scared. Gawain, you owe me big time for this...

Arthur silently steeled himself to try again.

"Why won't you let anyone help you?" Arthur asked. No sooner than he had spoken did that blank expression return, walls slammed up again, and the Monk made no move to reply.

"You're in pain, you're- as you put it- dying. Yeva's healing can help you. Why are you refusing it?"

Lancelot continued to ignore him, setting his jaw and looking away- staring at the torch on the wall- which Arthur knew was kept caged so Lancelot could not use it as a weapon. Arthur thought back to what Gawain had told him of the Monk, and what little Lancelot had said. Watched the way sweat was beginning to bead on his brow, and how the man was trembling though trying to hide it.

"You think you deserve this." He realised. A flash of emotion crossed the Monks face for less than a second before it was carefully masked again.

"I think it means something that the only three people who have spent any time with you all believe you deserve to have another chance." Arthur commented, "Though I'd kill you now where you sit. I agree with you. What you've done? There's no redemption for that."

Lancelot narrowed his eyes, watched Arthur now. The slightest hint of respect flashed behind the clear wariness.

"But I'm beginning to understand them."

Lancelot now shot him a look of confusion. He was beginning to breathe harder now, and every breath had the whistle of a wheeze behind it.

"I can't say I don't hate you- I do. But if they believe you deserve to live, then I stand with them. And I'll do anything I can to help."

Lancelot frowned, then winced, gritting his teeth. Arthur remembered Yeva complaining how much pain he hid, how little he communicated and how it had already nearly cost him his life. For him to even be reacting now whatever he was experiencing must be severe, and even as he watched the Monk seemed to be deteriorating by the minute.

"You care about Gawain and Squirrel, don't you?"

Lancelot looked down, but the lack of masking upon his face told him the answer. His lips had parted, his breath even more ragged now. Arthur was alarmed to see blood at the corner of his mouth. He steeled himself and walked closer, so he was right in front of him, and crouched to eye level. The Monk wouldn't look at him, averting his gaze to the side, but now that he was this up close Arthur could see how dull his grey eyes were from pain, how sickly the pallor of his skin and he didn't remember the tear marks on his cheeks looking so dark before either. Arthur felt like he could smell the sickness on him, a smell not unlike death radiating from the man before him.

"Gawain says he owes you his life. As does Squirrel. That their debt must be repaid, or they've failed."

His jaw clenched again. Arthur could see the fresh blood staining his gritted teeth. 

"I don't want to be the one that has to tell either of them that you died because you were too stubborn to let us help you."

Lancelot appeared to be thinking. The grip on the vial Yeva had given him was white knuckled, his body kept shuddering, Arthur recognised well enough that he was going into shock. He opened his mouth to speak again, not entirely sure what he was going to say to convince him, just knowing he had to try, when Lancelot interrupted him.

"You won't tell a soul what you've seen?" Lancelot looked up, his voice barely a whisper as he met his eyes. Something scared and pleading and exhausted from pain hid behind them. He arguably reminded Arthur of an injured stray animal, something wild and dangerous but scared, hurt, vulnerable.

"Not a soul." He replied firmly.

"And you'll stop badgering me?" Lancelot added, but strangely, the tone, whilst strained from betraying barely concealed agony, had a note of lightness. The Monk was... digging at him. Mad bastard...

"I will remove all badgers from this cell." Arthur replied solemnly, and Lancelot broke the look, snorting a half laugh despite himself. He winced at the movement- exhaling sharply, then nodded. When Lancelot placed the vial on the cot and began tugging at the bandages on his back with badly shaking hands, Arthur rolled his eyes, stopping him quickly. 

"Yeva would have my head. Wait one second... please?"

Lancelot rolled his eyes, clenched his jaw and stopped, placing his hands on his thighs and staring straight forwards like a soldier waiting for orders. Arthur suspected it was only because his strength was rapidly waning, and not because he actually wanted to listen...

CHARACTERS:

Lancelot/The Weeping Monk;

Arthur;

Mentioned:

Yeva;

Mogwan;

Father Carden;

Gawain/The Green Knight;

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attention freaks! it's me (pls read)

this is my stuffing + whump + general oversharing blog. fine print below.

ABOUT ME

i've decided to stop being a lurker and make a blog for saving/reblogging/maybe interacting. please be gentle on me while I figure all this out.

Here's the fun stuff -

HARD YES

stuffing/bloating/overeating

stomach sounds/digestion

stomach-related whump

caretaking, belly rubs, etc

vampire stuff

SOFT YES

other whump/sickfic stuff

pregnancy-related stuff

eructo/burping

emeto

intox

SOFT NO

vore

teasing, lite embarrassment

HARD NO

gas/scat/pee/bathroom things

humiliation, "pig" talk

extreme weight gain

slob stuff

NOT KINKY, BUT YOU MAY SEE

unhealthy relationships

mental illness-related themes

horror themes

also some nice stuff, idk i have range

PLUS vague complaints about things irl

NON-EXHAUSTIVE LIST OF FANDOMS I'M INTERESTED IN

bun/go stray dogs (do i need the slashes to keep people from seeing this?)

hun/ter x hun/ter

various CLA/MP series

to/kyo gh/oul

juju/tsu kai/sen

I have some OC's as well, but IDK what, if anything, will happen with them here.

And here are the rules -

will probably be like 25/75 nsfw/sfw.

i'm not interested in roleplaying or interacting sexually in any way with anyone, please. i'd very much appreciate not being asked about these kinks as it relates to my irl physical body. if I want strangers on the internet to know something, i'll tell youse. I promise. feel free to ask me other stuff and be social with me, though.

(yes, I have a partner. no, he doesn't know. hopefully, he never will.)

please be warned that a big part of this kink is, for me, working through certain unhealthy thought patterns involving food, eating, and body image, so there may be discussion of related topics. that said, i'll NEVER endorse eating disorders or anything along those lines. i'll try my best to tag everything appropriately. (feel free to let me know if i screw that up.)

please don't come to me with any kind of weird bigotry or fascism. i understand that never in history has slapping something like 'no terfs' on the door actually kept the terfs out, but like, i'm trying here.

and finally, please don't talk to me if you're under 18. because I've been on the internet (and this website in particular) about as long as you've been alive, I know that if you've made it this far, me saying 'don't look' is likely not going to stop you from looking (though i'd rather you didn't). but please respect this boundary not to interact!

i'm sure i've forgotten something. ah, well.

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small jemilla to cope with art block

[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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