#ngl i had no idea what to do for this theme. tried to go for the idea of willy boy going 'he's right there vanessa. it's time to kill'

[biblically-accurate-dca]

@vanweek2024 day 5 - chance

now's your chance

bonus

spammy

[here-have-some-stories]

Paper Love Part 2

Part 1

Florence slowly began to gain consciousness. It was black, pitch black for a while. She tried to open her eyes but they were stuck. She didn’t know where she was, but she felt herself being lifted into the air. As soon as she got moved, she stumbled backwards. The fact that she could still move around a little herself gave her comfort. Even though she still couldn’t open her eyes, Florence began to walk around, trying to figure out her surroundings. She held her hands out in front of her to try and feel out anything. She had only moved a couple paces when she touched something soft and squishy. Florence jumped back and banged into something behind her. It felt like a table. At the same time Florence jumped back, she heard a little yelp from something in front of her. 

The thing lifting her up in the air stopped moving after one final abrupt movement. Florence stumbled forward again with the final movement and fell to her knees. Slowly, she stood up and tried to open her eyes again, this time finding that she could. 

Once her eyes adjusted she took in her surroundings again, this time doing a better job. She was in an area that looked like the inside of a hollowed out tree. There were vines and mushrooms growing out of the walls. Lights were hanging from the ceiling, with ornamented dragonflies hanging from the ceiling next to them. There was a little kitchen area that had an odd mixture of fantasy styled nature and what seemed to  be steampunk. Looking around the rest of the room she noticed that mostly everything was nature and steampunk themed. It was an oddly beautiful mix. 

Florence’s gaze continued to roam around the room but stopped as her eyes landed on the most beautiful thing in this new strange area. 

Sadie was standing on the other side of the room, making eye contact with Florence. Her lips were parted slightly and a blush had spread across her face as she started longingly and the gorgeous fairy. 

Florence had never even heard Sadie’s voice before, she had never had the chance to hear it. Florence didn’t know much about the elf, but she didn’t care. For ages she had admired Sadie, longed for the day where she could hear her speak, and now here she was, only a few feet away. 

Florence didn’t waste any time. Using her wings to proper her forward, she ran straight towards Sadie, her arms outstretched. Sadie didn’t startle back, but instead forward, her arms out in front of her as she grabbed Florence and pulled her close to her chest. 

Florence sank into Sadie’s warmth and felt her body go weak as it relaxed from the pure joy of the moment. She might have fallen straight to her knees if Sadie’s strong arms hadn’t been holding her tight.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Sadie said quietly into Florence’s hair. Florence almost melted as she heard Sadie speak for the first time. Her voice was soft and sweet, something that the fairy could listen to on repeat all day. Hearing it made Florence feel that they had known each other for years, that they were just as close as two magnets. And in their own way, they were. 

“Me too,” Florence replied, gripping Sadie a little harder. 

They held each other for a couple minutes more, before Saide gripped Florence by the shoulders and pulled her back to get a better look at her face. Florence found herself falling in love with the small, sweet, genuine smile Sadie had on her face.

A quiet tune from guitar strings started to be heard. It was the same sweet melody that had been playing while Florence was relaxing on her mushroom. Sadie pulled Florence back into her arms and started swaying gently with the fairy to the music. Florence rested her head on Saide’s chest and closed her eyes, content with what was happening and loving every moment. 

I hope you enjoyed it. If you have and feedback, suggestions, comments or questions please feel free to ask them and send them to me. I am actually desperate for them at this point ngl. If you have any recomedations or requests for stories you would want written don't be afraid to send an ask. -Kenickie

[kob131]

So heard of the Teraleaks for Pokemon? NGL Feel really bad about that employee that got phished to have this released. The leak itself was whatever but the hacker outright doxxing them was shitty.

On another note, highlights include Cyrus of Team Galactic being confirmed autistic in his character bio (IIRC they flat out use that exact word too), Beta Lickylicky's full design finally being uncovered, a TON of unreleased Pokemon lore and background being unearthed especially around Arceus, scrapped GameFreak games, and possibly leaks for Pokemon Legends ZA

Also, apparently there's some Pokemon Concept art that's drawn in a very different style than what we know, a lot darker and realistic looking imo. It looks like Gen 3 or 4 was gonna have a different vibe than what we got initially it looks like.

I saw this in passing, let's actually delve into this.-

-Hulk Hogan is partially the inspiration for Drayden

... Not since James being a partial reference point for Homer Simpson have I ever taken such psychic damage in this manner.

-Huh, so Cyrus just might be autistic. Maybe. There seems to have been a community note but it got removed. I dunno. Assuming he is-

I'll take it. He's not a fucking moron like Archie/Maxie, he's not contradictory and boring like Lysandre and he's got some level of depth unlike Giovanni. And yeah, I get it. The conflict of thinking in an excessively logical way but feeling such intense emotions. This is a win.

-I guess those Fakemon designs aren't that bad, considering so many just look like Beta Pokemon.

-That uh...that creation myth was something. Someone in Game Freak is a HUGE mythology nerd cuz that whole thing had the same feeling as learning about the creation myth of Chaos. ALso somewhat implies the pseudo-Legendaries ARE in fact 'pseudo-Legendaries'

Though note- No Giritina mentioned. So this likely isn't canon.

-Yeah, those are some realistic looking concepts. Especially that beta Cacturne. Kinda glad they didn't go this route because A. looks good but doesn't fit Pokemon's style. B. The style we did get was far more cohesive with older Pokemon. And C. Would work better as an independent monster collector built around this concept. As in- Pokemon did NOT need to dominant ANOTHER aspect of monster collecting.

Also not surprising- Gen 4 had a lot of sharper, more adult-like designs like Gallade or Electrivire.

-'A game about raising and fighting bugs. You can also fuse them' Cool concept, Game Freak. If you do this, please do it without using Pokemon. Again, we don't need Pokemon consuming MORE of it's genre. ... Look, I value the distinction between Pokemon and SMT VERY heavily.

-So looks like Pokemon has been eyeing cutting the Pokedex since Gen 3. Reminds me of the Foxacade video where he said something similar (that their best bet to do this was back in Gen 3). Also shows ideas for what would become Mega Evolution, Dynamax and Gholdengo back in 2000.

P.S. 'They tried to make a game simple but included the REGIS?!' Dude, we went from themes of letting go of past glory and moving on to two dunderheads who failed fourth grade biology.

-So they knew people were gonna go crazy for Skyla. Always thought she was...specially made. Also explains why I keep seeing Shadow in my research.

-... And yet these stories are still better implementation of adult themes than Palworld.

On a serious note- What is up with that fucking Slaking story?

-I don't see any ZA info other than some passing info on Gen 10. Which really sucks for the developers- they're likely getting crunched still and now their hard work that they could deliver with maximum impact using good marketing is now just laid bare for everyone to mock them over.

-Lastly: It's not bad enough some poor grunt accidentally leaked a massive amount of info, likely getting him blacklisted from Japan's video gaming industry but they also had to get their info released so they can get blacklisted everywhere else AND mocked for it?

I don't care much for or against leaks but come on, have some decorum.

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

A Valentine’s to Remember: Dante x Male Reader

Better late than never...

MINORS DNI

SERIOUSLY

SHOO

Summary: Spending Valentine's Day with the youngest son of Sparda. He wants to make sure this year is one to remember.

BEGINNING NOTES: I hope you all enjoy this one. It's now my longest chapter at whopping 8410-ish words. 💝💌💝 💟Just some fluffy stupid Dante things… and smut, of course, lmao. Also, pardon the semi-cringe writing, I don’t really know what people do for this holiday. Also… this is my first time really leaning into the Male reader aspect of things; in Nero’s story, those aspects were just kinda there… This one is pretty heavy-handed; so please bear with me. 💟I also skipped the actual eating part of the date because I am bad at writing that stuff… but I tried to keep the rest semi-realistic?? You’ll see what I mean lmaooo 💟While writing this I realized Nero could've been Valentine’s baby… and that I accidentally H/C-ed DMC 3 to take place during February/March 💟Please check Dante’s H/Cs for what outfit he has; I don’t actually reference it per se but it gives you an idea as to what I was using to write with. I will also explicitly say when he uses his DT; I tend to use the phrase “red devil” to replace his name and I don’t want any confusion. 💟I also figured out why I think Dante uses names that are kinda “southern”--his fucking DMC 4 outfit is semi-country themed lmao. 💌💝💌 💟Fluff & Smut 💟Bottom Male reader x Top Dante: Pre-established relationship. 💟The reader is kinda horny ngl 💟Minor mentions of homophobia. 💟Semi-aggressive Dante; encouraged by the reader--kinda bratty reader. 💟Use of biting/hickeys. 💟Use of a leash/collar; that’s it though--no actual pet play. 💟Minor choking; via collar and leash tugging. 💟Dante giving you a rim job for the first time. 💟Possessive kink. 💟Devil Trigger sex.

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     A cold chill ran up your spine as you groggily opened your eyes. You slowly groped around on the bed for your personal heater--and boyfriend--Dante. However, his side of the bed was empty and, from how cold the mattress was, he had been gone for some time. A pout and slightly furrowed brow decorated your face as you grumbled. It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake up and Dante to be gone (typically on a job); however, he told you that he was going to have today off. It seems that something must have come up. 

     You glanced over at the alarm clock ‘11:03’, “Damn it’s early…” you thought to yourself as you rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. However, you were now wide awake and still cold. 

     With a groan, you got out of bed. The wooden flooring was frigid against your bare feet as you made your way to the door. But, before you could open the door, it swung open--hitting you square in the forehead.

     “Shit!” Dante stared wide-eyed at you, “I didn’t know you were-- you okay?”

     You shook your head attempting to ignore the quickly growing headache, “I’m fine,” you looked up at the red devil, “Thought you had left for the day; why you up so early?”

     Your lover smiled goofily, “You know what today is?”

     “Tuesday?” you were still groggy as you gave Dante a perplexed look. 

     “Mhm…” Dante was staring at you; implying there is more.

     With a slow blink, you rummaged through your still-tired thoughts; what were you missing?

     Your lover began to pout, “You really don’t know?”

     With a shake of your head, you scratched your jaw, “I got nothin’.”

     “It’s Valentine’s Day!” Dante grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug.

     You lightly wrapped your arms around your lover, “Mmm, that’s why you’re up at the ass-crack of dawn?”

     “What can I say,” Dante rubbed his cheek against the top of your head, “I wanted today to be perfect for my special guy.”

     A loving smile spread across your face as you heard Dante begin to quietly purr, “You didn’t have to do anything for me… Although it is really sweet of you.”

     Dante stood back with his hands on your shoulders, “Of course, I had to! Gives me a reason to take you out on the town and show you off,” he winked with a wide grin.

     You snorted a tired laugh, “That’s cute, Dante,” you moved one of your hands to cup his cheek and stared into his eyes, “How did I get so lucky, hm? My cute lil’ devil~” Dante’s eyes closed as he leaned into your touch; his purring getting noticeably louder. 

     The red devil opened his eyes and gently leaned in to kiss your forehead. He opened his mouth as if he were going to speak before the ringing of the shop's phone stopped him, “Damn it- I have to get that, meet me downstairs?” 

     “Sure,” you smiled at him as he left the doorway. With that, you continued to your original destination; the bathroom. 

     After you finished your typical morning routine, you sauntered down the stairs of the DMC. Dante was sitting at his desk and was still on the phone. 

     “Yes but-- You see-- We--” Dante noticed your presence and shook his head, “I have to go. I’ll call back tomorrow during operating hours, thanks for choosing Devil May Cry!” he hung up the phone before the caller could respond. Dante let out an exaggerated groan and leaned back in his chair.

     You laughed and sat on the edge of his desk, “Thought we were closed today?”

     “That’s what I told ‘em, but of course, people never fuckin’ listen.”

     With a small laugh, you got up. After you moved behind the desk, you yanked out the cord from the phone, “Taking a note from your book.”

     Dante smiled and grabbed your wrists to pull you onto his lap, “Well, I’m glad I taught you somethin’.”

     “Well,” you set your head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, “There’re other things you’ve taught me too…” you felt Dante shiver as you gently bit his earlobe.

     “Mmm, aren’t you fired up,” he ran his hands down your sides, settling on your hips, “but I’ve got other things in mind first,” Dante’s teeth gently grazed your neck as he gently kissed your soft skin, “you'll have to wait till later.”

     You clicked your tongue in slight disappointment, "You have a brain aneurysm or something? Since when do you not want sex?"

     “Come on,” he gently rubbed his thumbs against your legs, “I promise it’ll be worth the wait~” 

     You pulled back to look at his face and saw him smirking slightly, “Ooo now I’m curious as to what my devil’s got planned,” your fingers slowly groped up his arms and to his shoulders where you let them rest.

     He laughed and smiled widely, “I made sure that this will be the best Valentine’s you ever had.”

     “I quite enjoyed last year,” you unconsciously bit your lip as you remembered last year. How Dante’s rut lined up with the holiday and left you unable to walk for several days.

     “Heh, well you’ve still got to look forward to that in the coming months-” he placed one of his hands on your chest, “Today we are focusing on this.”

     “My tits? You gonna like motorboat me or some shit?”

     “What-- No, I--”

     You snorted, “I’m fucking with you, Dante,” you placed your hand on top of his, “It’s weird seeing you act so romantic .”

     “Oh just you wait,” Dante’s eyes closed as he gave a toothy grin, “It’ll be a night to remember.”

     Seeing how sincere he was brought a warm fluttery feeling to your heart, “Well, what’s the plan then?”

     “What time is it?”

     “Well,” a small laugh left your lips as you looked at the clock up on the wall behind Dante, “It’s still 9:04 AM, the same time it’s been for a few weeks now.”

     The younger twin sighed, “I keep forgetting to fix that…”

     “When I got up,” you ran your fingers through Dante’s hair, “It was like eleven, so probably like eleven-thirty by now..?”

     “Mmn,” Dante leaned his head onto your chest, wanting you to continue petting him, “Well I have to stop by Vergil and Nero… So we’d be leaving around four?”

     “Want me to come with you?” you added your other hand to his hair.

     Dante began to purr slightly, “Nah, I’m just dropping off some job stuff.”

     The two of you sat together for a few minutes. While you were gently running your fingers through his locks, he pulled you as close as he could. His hands firmly rested on your lower back and his face was nuzzling into your chest; enjoying the affection. 

     However, this was short-lived as Dante’s cell phone began to ring. The red devil grumbled and released his hold on you, allowing you to stand up. With a huff, he grabbed the device off his desk; answering it. 

     You wandered over to the fridge and grabbed a drink.

     As you sat on the edge of his desk once more, you saw that Dante was already off the phone, “That was quick,” you raised a brow, “Nero? Or Vergil?”

     Dante stood up, “The kid, asked when I was coming; ‘pparently he’s got plans for today.”

     A smile found its way to your face, “Ooo how cute-- wait,” you cocked your head to the side, “since when does Nero have a partner?”

     The red devil laughed, “Nero doesn’t have one,” he sighed softly, “he’s spending the day with his old man; since neither of them has company.”

     “Really--” you shook your head in disbelief, “That’s actually kinda cute.”

     “It was part of the reason I was dropping this shit off, rather than just letting them see it tomorrow,” he looked over at the photo of Eva on his desk, “figure I should at least see them; especially Verge.”

     “Aw,” you couldn’t help but laugh a bit, “Now that's adorable,” it was then that you noticed Dante looking over at his mother’s photo, “your parents would be happy to see you three getting along.”

     Dante nodded and spoke softly, “Yeah,” he moved his eyes to you and returned to his usual boisterous tone, “I should probably get going; you okay with sittin’ tight for a bit?” he slid on his coat that had been tossed over the back of his chair. Then moved to stand in front of you and held your hands in his.

     “Sure, gives me time to get all prettied up for you,” you winked with a sly grin.

     “I think you look good just like that, darlin’,” he leaned in and kissed your forehead, and placed his head atop yours.

     You pursed your lips and stifled a laugh, “I am not going out in my sleepwear…” you looked down at your shirt. It was an old ratty black t-shirt that you had “borrowed” from your devilish lover… not to mention that you were without pants, as well.

     He leaned back just enough to see your face, “Why not? You look good like this.”

     “Dante,” you shook your head, “If we are going out, pretty sure I need pants.”

     The younger twin just stared into your eyes, fighting an obviously perverse comment. 

     “Cat got your tongue?” you teased, egging him on.

     A small huff left Dante’s nose, “You really are gorgeous, you know that?” his voice was sweet but had an impure feeling laced behind it. 

     “You’re not too bad yourself,” you leaned in brushing your lips against his, “my handsome legendary hunter.”

     Dante smiled as he intertwined himself with your lips. These kisses were slow and sweet. Dante let out a breathy laugh upon feeling you pull him in by his coat, deepening the kiss. His hands held the sides of your hips and he gave you small kitten licks upon your lips; asking for you to open your mouth. 

     A part of you wanted to play hard-to-get and not let him in; however, before you could even decide, Dante had pushed his tongue within the confines of your mouth. While he might not be the most experienced kisser out there, Dante sure as hell knew how to use his split tongue to his advantage. 

     The red devil explored every inch of your cavern. A quiet groan left your lips as he played with your tongue. You were running out of breath, so you tried to leave the kiss but Dante had other plans. He pushed his lips against yours harder, letting out a small rumbling moan. 

     His fingertips began to dig into your hip's soft flesh, surely bound to leave loving bruises. You were beginning to feel light-headed as you gently pushed against his chest, trying to separate from the kiss. Dante allowed you to leave the kiss and moved to kiss your jawline. You took in a loud large breath. 

     Dante’s kisses began to wander down your neck and to your shoulder. All the while, he began to lean you backwards onto the desk. He began to nibble against your skin, not quite hard enough to leave marks but enough that you could feel it. You wrapped your legs around his waist and ran your hands along his back, kneading as hard as you could against his strong back. 

     “Ngh, Dante~” you squirmed under his weight.

     The red devil stopped his small bites and moved back to your lips, continuing his slow sloppy kisses from earlier. Once satisfied with how aroused he got you, he leaned back up and gave you a sly devilish grin.

     He slowly eyed you up and down before speaking, “We’ll have to save the rest for later,” he winked.

     With a pout, you removed your legs from his body, “You fucker…”

     “Mm not right now,” he helped you sit upright, “I will be later though.”

     You rolled your eyes, “You really are mean, you know that?”

     Dante’s grin turned wider as he patted the top of your head, “You're the one who decided to date a devil--not the smartest choice."

     "Oh trust me, the perks outweigh the cons," you sighed and reached forward to fix his coat, “You best hurry along-- Don’t need Nero killing you on Valentine’s.”

     “I’ll be back soon, okay?” he leaned forward and kissed you on the top of the head, “Then it’s date time.”

     You couldn’t help but smile at his beaming face, “I can’t wait.”

     With that, Dante turned to leave; grabbing his phone from the desk and waltzing out the front door.

     4 o'clock quickly came and went; it was now approaching 6 pm and you were starting to get concerned. It was quite common for Dante to get carried away with talking and just overall enjoying spending time with others, but you figured that he would’ve been back by now. Dante spending time with his family (especially Vergil) without fighting is a rarity, so you did your best to leave him be--only texting him a few times to figure out what was going on and if he was okay. A part of you wanted to call him but you figured that would be too much. 

     You’d been waiting on the couch for nearly an hour. A loud exasperated sigh left your lips as you leaned forward. You had showered and gotten all dressed up for your date and were getting uncomfortable in your "fancy" clothes. Not having anything better to do, you decided to see if the jukebox was going to work today. You selected a track, “Devils Never Cry” (one of Dante’s favorites), and were pleasantly surprised when it worked.

     With that, you then grabbed some darts from the desk and began to half-ass through them at the board. You were bored enough that you challenged yourself to a game of 501; keeping track of two amounts at once. 

     “Fucking-- Where are you, Dante?!” you growled as you yanked the darts from the board, finishing your third game, “That’s it,” you pulled out your phone and called him.

     No answer.

     You tried again.

     Still nothing.

     With an irritated click of your tongue, you decided to shoot Nero a text; asking if he can send Dante back. 

     Surprisingly, Nero responded pretty quickly saying, “Dante left like an hour ago? He’s not back?”

     You went pale and nearly dropped your phone at the sound of your ringtone. It was Nero.

     The moment you answered, Nero spoke, “Hey, Dante’s still not back?”

     “I haven’t seen him since he left earlier,” you felt a sinking fearful feeling settle in your gut, “I’m kinda starting to worry.”

     Before Nero responded, someone else (presumably Vergil) yelled something at Nero that you couldn’t make out. Then the teal devil returned to your call, “Vergil said that Dante was stopping somewhere on the way back; whatever that means…” 

     With a heavy sigh, you mumbled, “Alright- I guess I’ll give him a bit longer. Thanks, Nero.”

     You went to hang up but heard him yell, “Hey wait--”

     “Hm?” you put the phone back to your ear.

     “Let me know if like, he’s not home soon-- Vergil and I can go find him.”

     A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, “Sure, can do.”

     “Well… Take care and uh… Happy Valentine’s…” 

     “Mhm, you too Nero,” you both hung up.

     Another fifteen minutes passed and you were slowly nodding off on Dante’s desk; leaning forward in his chair and your face on the tabletop.

     You had thought about what Vergil could’ve meant, “Dante probably stopped by Lady and Trish,” you sighed through your nose. 

     Despite knowing how stupid it was, you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous about the three’s friendship. When you first joined the DMC, you thought they were in a poly-relationship with each other; only to find out that they were just work partners. 

     A quiet distant bitter thought pricked at the edges of your mind, “Maybe he decided to spend the holiday with them instead…” your brow furrowed at the thought, “He seemed so excited this morning…”

     Another sigh left your nose as you tried to focus on the now jukebox’s music to drown out those toxic thoughts. That’s when you heard the front door open.

     “Hey sunshine, I’m back!” a loud happy voice called. 

     However, you didn’t look up and just stayed with your head down on the desk, grumbling in response, “Welcome back.”

     You could hear Dante’s pout as he walked over to the desk, “I know, I know… I didn’t mean to be gone that long, I’m sorry,” he placed a hand lightly on your head.

     “Where have you been,” you picked up your head to look at him, “I was getting worried…”

     He avoided your gaze, “Well… I stopped at Vergil and Nero’s and chatted for a while. I would’ve been home sooner, but,” he sighed and had a dejected look on his face, “I called to double-check some reservations that I swear to God that I made; like I even called Vergil cause I know that I told him and the fucking place said that I didn't and I--”

     You grabbed his hand, “Hey, Hey-- Dante, slow down.”

     “Shit, sorry,” he took a deep breath and let out an even louder sigh than before, “I made reservations for us to go to one of those fancy restaurants where you get to watch like a musical or some shit while you eat and… and when I called to double-check the time, they said they have no record of my reservation. So I went there and tried to talk to someone in person and they said without a receipt we can't help you… then I asked if there were any open seats at any time and they said no and I just…” his voice trailed off.

     “Oh…” you didn’t know how to respond. Dante was a lot angrier about this than he was letting on; signified by his hand being so hot that you had to let go of it. 

     “I’m sorry, babe,” his eyes were filled with a pang of deep sadness as he looked at you with a frown.

     “Hey,” you stood up and walked over to the front of the desk, standing in front of him, “It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” you gently hugged him, “It’s the thought that counts and besides,” you felt him wrap his arms around you and purr slightly, “I’ve still got the best Valentine I could ask for.” 

     Dante took a slow breath and leaned further into the hug, speaking in a hushed whisper, “I wanted this year to be special…”

     “We can still go out,” you smiled, “Isn’t that pizza parlor that knows you by name open today? We could go there.”

     A small huff of a laugh left Dante’s lips as he began to unconsciously knead his hands against your shoulder blades, “You sure you’d be okay with that? It’s not exactly fine dining .”

     You stood back a bit so you could look at him, “I’m sure, plus,” your smile widened, “We don't have to mingle with those rich assholes.”

     Dante laughed and looked down at you, “Good point… shall we then?”

     “Of course, lead the way, legendary devil hunter,” you winked at him as he shook his head.

     You quickly sent Nero a text that said Dante returned safe and sound. Then turned off the lights and grabbed your coat. With a laugh and wide smiles, the two of you headed out. 

     Both of you waved goodbye at the parlor workers as they yelled their goodbyes. Once out the door, Dante grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. The two of you decided to take a small detour on the way home and walk through the park. As the two of you began to move down the sidewalk, you thought about how Dante is the only person that the parlor called by name.

     You laughed, “I still can’t believe they know you by name, it surprises me every time.”

     “Been ordering there since it opened,” Dante awkwardly smiled, “I know that I had a pretty lengthy tab open there at one point.”

     You did a double-take, “Since when do restaurants do that?”

     “Well,” Dante sighed and shook his head, “I was a regular before the whole Vergil thing when we were younger, so when I came back all sorts of uh… messed up; Pop’s let me open a tab.”

     You looked over at Dante, “Oh-- I- I’m sorry, I didn’t--”

     “Don’t worry about it,” he looked over to you, "Vergil and I talked about… things today… As horrible as all of it was… at least we got Nero out of it; so there's a thin silver lining to it."

     "Oh?" you thought for a moment, "I can't imagine you two talking things through," you smiled at the thought, "It really is the best Valentine’s ever."

     "Yeah, it was pretty funny though," Dante laughed to himself, "I made fun of Vergil for making Nero on Valentine’s, which Verge didn't care about but Nero? Fuck- the kid damn near killed me."

     Your voice was laced with heavy sarcasm as you snorted a laugh, "I wonder why."

     The two of you continued towards the park in comfortable silence. As you did, you found yourself wandering in your thoughts. 

     It wasn't often that the two of you went out on a date; demons never sleep which means the hunt is never truly over. When you do get a brief moment of slice and get to go out, you always become hyper-aware of how Dante was leagues above you.

     You always notice how the majority of people check Dante out--some have even asked him out with you right next to him. Dante obviously declined their advances every time by showing you some hardcore PDA. A smile tugged at your lips at the thought; of how Dante is yours and you are his. 

     The two of you entered the park. It was a small nature walk-type place, that doubled as a bird reserve.

     "You know, if I remember correctly" Dante’s eyes creased as he smiled, "our first date was here in the park."

     Your face mimicked his with a large smile, "It was… I'm also pretty sure that we got attacked by some stray demons during that date, too."

     "Ye-p!" Dante laughed and stopped turning to you, "Still the best date of my life."

     Playfully, you hit his chest, "I got tossed around like a sack of potatoes and broke my fuckin arm."

     He moved his hands to the small of your back, "Gave me an excuse to spend more time with you."

     You rolled your eyes and laughed. Your hands found their way to his chest and grabbed his coat gently, "You mean 'mother hen' me for a week?"

     "I did not…"

     "Dante, you tried to join me in the bathroom because you were scared I'd hurt myself…"

     The red devil pouted slightly, "You could've!" he pulled you into a hug.

     "It'll be a cold day in Hell when I need help in the bathroom from being injured," you sighed contently, "besides that part, it was pretty nice… Plus, with me being injured we were alone. Just you and me with the whole shop to ourselves for nearly a week…"

     "Yeah…" Dante began to purr softly, "We have it to ourselves again--for tonight at least."

     You raised a brow, "Vergil staying with Nero?"

     Dante nodded, "Mhm, I asked him to…"

     "You didn't have to," you looked up at him, "but at least now we don't have a curfew…"

     Dante laughed, "Well--" he stopped. You felt his body stiffen and look around. 

     "Dante?" you let go of the hug, thinking that you'd jinxed yourself about being attacked.

     However, all you saw were a few other couples and some birds. It seemed like Dante was staring at one of the couples in particular. Confused, you went to ask him what was up when you heard his throat bubble up a small snarl. 

     "Hey," you grabbed his arm, "everything okay?"

     Dante looked down at you and then back at the couple, "Fucking assholes…"

     “What?” your brow furrowed harshly, “You know them?”

     His lip twitched as he spoke, his gaze not leaving the pair, “No.”

     “Okay-y..?” your grip tightened on his arm, “Then what is it?”

     Dante turned to you, “Kiss me.”

     “... What?”

     “You heard me, kiss me. ”

     Although you were confused, you shrugged and leaned into Dante. Your lover grabbed you with both his hands and pulled you as close as he could. The kiss was as aggressive as it was passionate. The red devil’s lips were burning--damn near literally--and the growling had only intensified. 

     You raised your brow in surprise and made a small gasp as Dante began to lean you back. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Only once you were dizzy from lack of air, did Dante break off the kiss. 

     However, he kept you leaning back and had his forehead against yours. His turquoise eyes stared into yours as you noticed one of his ears twitch from the corner of your eye. 

     Whispering, you spoke, “You hear something?”

     With a volume matching yours, Dante nuzzled his nose against yours, “Yeah, don’t worry about it; I made my point…”

     That’s when you looked over to the pair that Dante had been glaring at before; they were leaving. Dante leaned you back up and pulled you into a tight embrace. 

     “What did they say?” you heard his growling begin to turn into purring.

     “Just some fucking stupid shit,” he shook his head and grumbled quietly, “Why does it matter who’s in my bed, huh?”

     “Ah…” you sighed. Although it was always deserved, Dante had gotten into fights with people over them saying homophobic things about the two of you, thankfully tonight he opted for love rather than violence. You turned to look up at him, resting the underside of your chin on his chest, “You know, I wouldn’t mind being in your bed right about now~” you gave him a wink and you felt his chest vibrate as he laughed quietly.

     He looked down at you from the bottom of his eyes, “Good thing the shop’s empty,” Dante let go of the hug and, before you could react, swept you up off your feet; holding you from under the thighs. His voice was barely audible as he leaned into your ear, “cause I’m gonna have you screaming by the end of tonight.”

     Your face turned bright red and with a shaky voice, you whispered back, “Mhm, sure you are; good luck with that, Dante.”

     Dante chuckled darkly at your response, “I won't stop till you do, darlin’. ”

     A shiver ran up your spine, which he noticed and smirked at you. Dante carried you the rest of the way to the shop--totally not speed-walking and excited to get home. 

     Once in the door, all restraint was gone. Dante slammed your back against the wall right inside the doorway and began to make out with you; doing his best to lock the door in the process. Your hands made quick work of his coat, tossing it to the floor, and began to tug at his shirt. He smirked at your eagerness and moved to allow you to take off his fabric confines. 

     A small groan left his lips as you groped at his arms and chest. He moved you two to the desk, placing your back against the wood. Despite your willingness to remove your clothing, Dante decided to rip off your shirt; shredding it to ribbons. Before you could tell him off for ruining another one of your shirts, he moved to bite down on your chest, “Fuck~!” you bit your lip attempting to stifle your moan.

     You arched your back as he bit down harder and harshly grabbed generous handfuls of your ass. Once he was satisfied with the first bite, he moved to bite the other side--biting down even harder. 

     Not expecting him to pierce your flesh, you jerked your hips and pursed your lips to hold back another moan. 

     He released his teeth’s grip on your skin and gently placed kitten licks against the bleeding loving mark. Then he moved to kiss up your neck and whispered in a low husky voice, “You really are gonna play that game, hm?” he tugged your earlobe a bit. 

     “Mhm,” you heard him make a faint growling grumble at your response.

     “Fine, have it your way…” Dante picked you up and took you up to the bedroom. 

     Standing a few feet away, he tossed you on the bed; making you bounce. Dante slid off his boots and yanked your shoes off before pinning you underneath him again, “Sure you wanna play this game, darlin’?” his eyes were emanating a low fiery orange and his pupils were already slits. 

     “You want me to scream, Dante?” you grabbed his arms and looked him dead in the eyes, “ Then make me. ”

     He shifted his jaw to the side while eyeing you up and down before grinning slightly.

     Dante reconnected with your lips and leaned his hips into yours; grinding your matching tents together. Your fingers were pressed against his body as you slid your hands down to his belt. A grumble left your lips as you struggled with his belt buckle; making him chuckle. Dante leaned upward and undid the belt for you. Before you were able to move and get a taste of the devil’s flesh, he grabbed your hands and tied them with his belt.

     “There,” he smirked as you pouted slightly, “Sit still and be a good boy for me..?”

     “Since when do you not want head--” you inhaled sharply as you felt Dante’s burning palm against your clothed cock.

     “Tonight…” with a swift movement he tore your pants from your body, “is all about you,” he kissed your lips gently. 

     His hands massaged the sides of your hips as he slowly slid down to kneel before you.

     “Wait,” you pulled your hips away from him slightly, “Dante--as much as I love you--last time you tried to… you kinda,” you winced at the memory.

     Dante stood up, pursed his lips, and mumbled, “Fair, I don’t wanna make your dick bleed…” 

     “So,” you motioned with your hands, “Allow me..?”

     “No, change of plans,” he picked you up and flipped you onto your stomach.

     “Dante--” you felt his hand gently palm your ass.

     “Hm?” he noticed your sudden apprehension.

     “If… If you’re going to try what I think you are… Can I at least like,” you were beyond embarrassed as you sighed, “like freshen up?”

     You looked over your shoulder and saw him tilt his head slightly, clearly confused. 

     “Just,” you stood up and held your hands out, “please? It’ll only take a minute.”

     “Sure..?” he undid the makeshift restraint, still a bit confused (bless his innocent dumbass).

     With a small smile, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and quickly went to wash up in the bathroom. 

     Dante used this small downtime to try and find lube; since he may have tossed it somewhere during your last loving session.

     “Bingo,” Dante bent down and grabbed it from a pile of discarded clothing in the corner. The red devil went over to the bedside table, placing it down for later.

     Hearing you re-enter the room, Dante moved over to you, “So…” he smiled, “You good..?”

     You nodded and pursed your lips, “You sure you’re okay with doing that? I--”

     “Of course I am…” the red devil placed his hands on your shoulders, “It’ll be fun,” he winked.

     With an audible swallow, you nodded, “Okay.” 

     “Now, where were we~?” Dante moved his hands down your body and leaned into you. 

     The two of you exchanged kisses once more. You pulled off his gloves and got Dante to drop his pants; leaving him in his rose-patterned boxers. All the while, the two of you meandered over to the bed. Once there, Dante broke off the kiss and grabbed the belt off the bed. With a smirk, you turned around and placed your hands behind you rather than in front like before; curious to see if he would try it. Which he did; however, you didn’t expect him to tie your forearms together.

     Once you were nice and comfortably tied, Dante picked you up and tossed you face down into the bedding. You trembled as you felt his fingers glide up your back as he leaned over your back. 

     His hot breath tickled your ear as he ground himself lightly against you, “You drive me nuts, you know that?” 

     You smiled as you felt him kiss the nape of your neck, “Do I now?” 

     With his voice barely audible, Dante whispered against your shoulder, “More than anything, sugar,” his sharp teeth bit down into your shoulder as he ground his hips against yours.

     A loud exhale came from your nose as you managed to keep quiet, much to the red devil’s dismay. Slowly, he kissed down your spine; stopping every once in a while to leave a hickey or bite mark. You felt his breath against the small of your back causing you to shiver. 

     He stood up and slid his fingers into your underwear. The red devil bit his lip as he freed you from your final bit of clothing. A sharp gasp left your mouth as he hit your ass with his palm. You shook your head and did your best to stifle any other noises while he harshly groped and played with your ass. 

     Dante grunted a bit, “You really are playing hardball tonight, huh?” you looked over your shoulder at him and he smiled, “Alright, fine…” you saw him open the side table drawer as your breath hitched. 

     The red devil leaned over you and used your tied arms to pull your body upwards. A thick maroon leather collar got wrapped around your neck. Dante smirked as he tightened it enough to give you a small buzz, then loosened it--clasping it shut. A shiver ran up your spine as you heard the click from the leash’s clip being used. 

     “Ass up,” he tugged on the leash, “Now.”. 

     Despite his confident words; Dante’s leash pull was far from anything more than a suggestion. The two of you tried out the collar a few times--which, for the record, was Dante’s idea to try--but every time, he always is too nice… 

     You decided that was going to change tonight, “ No. ”

     Dante froze and squinted at you. He pulled the leash again and this time he pulled hard enough to yank your head back, “Move,” his voice was laced with a small growl, making you quiver with excitement.

     A sly smirk tugged at your lips as you compiled, moving to rest in a downward dog position. 

     “Good boy,” Dante released some tension on the lead and placed a kiss on your ass. 

     His lips were hot as they placed kisses on your lower back and butt. A part of you wanted to beg him to hurry up, but you knew that’s what he was trying to get you to do; so you remained quiet. Dante’s teeth gently grazed your soft flesh as he used his free hand to grab a generous handful of the other cheek. 

     You did your best to relax, even though your body was twitching and aching for attention. A quiet groan left your mouth as you felt him spread your flesh apart. Dante bit his lip and felt a shiver go down his spine. 

     He ran his tongue along your crack, making you lurch forward slightly; which, in turn, made you pull against the leash--making you moan. You could feel Dante smirk at your reaction as he continued his ministrations. His body and mouth were burning hot as he pushed further against your ass. 

     A small grimace found its way to your face as you did your best to stay quiet, but goddamn Dante was making it hard.

     His tongue was moving against two different spots of your rim; courtesy of his two-way split. Along with that, he used his free hand to gently and carefully stroke your cock. Dante moved from your hole to the flesh of your right cheek, giving you a hickey on the sensitive skin.

     Through gritted teeth, you moaned, “Dante, fuck~” 

     You felt his hot breath wash over your ass as he smiled, “Does it feel good?”

     “Yeah,” your voice trembled as you responded, slowly losing your will to stay quiet.

     “Good,” he placed a kiss on the newly formed bruise, “That’s what I want to hear.”

     Dante moved back to your crack as he ran his tongue along it and used his nose as well. His stubble tickled at the skin of your body making you quiver. He returned to his earlier treatment of your needy hole; however, this time, he moved his tongue faster against the sensitive folds. 

     “Ngh,” your breath was heavy as you tried to stay composed, “God~”

     Once satisfied with the results, Dante moved to the left cheek and gave it the same treatment as the other side; leaving a loving mark. 

     He pulled back on the leash, “Up.”

     You sat upwards, sitting on your calves.

     Dante placed kisses along your neck and held your body snug to his; grinding his still-clothed cock against your back. His free hand ghosted around your lower abdomen; not quite reconnecting with your aching dick. You grumbled something too quiet for Dante to hear.

     “Gotta speak up, baby,” he sunk his teeth into a new spot on your neck.

     “Fuck~!” your head leaned back.

     He smirked and proceeded to create another one and then another; enjoying the sounds of his victory. 

     With a jerk of your hips, you let out an unrestrained moan, “Dante, please~”

     “Please what, darlin’?” Dante kissed your jawline.

     “I yield, just,” you felt his cock twitch against your back, “please!”

     “Gotta be more specific baby,” he placed tepid kisses along your bitten-up neck and shoulder.

     “Please, just… fuck me,” your voice was strained and you wriggled against your restraints. 

     He stopped his kisses and you could feel him smile against your skin, “Since you asked so nicely…” A surprised squeak left your lips as he pushed you forwards, putting you back face down into the bed. Dante reached for the bottle of lube he had placed on the side table, opening it. 

     He released his hold on the leash as he moved to take off his final bit of clothing. Quickly, he used his dexterous fingers to stretch you out enough for his cock; seems like he was just as excited as you. 

     “You ready?” Dante grabbed the leash again. 

     You nodded.

     Dante yanked on the leash, “Didn’t quite hear you.”

     “Y-yes s-sir,” you sputtered at the sudden quick squeeze from the leather on your throat.

     “Good boy…”

     The red devil bit his lip as he positioned his dick with your entrance, teasing you with his tip.

     After a minute, you broke, “Please, Dante,” you desperately groaned, “fuck me- I need you.”

     He let out a low breathy chuckle. Seeing you so desperate for him made him want to annihilate your body; to shove himself inside you, taking him all the way down to the hilt, and watch you struggle to adjust. Dante bit his lip at the thought as he grabbed your hips tightly. A strangled snarl left his lips as he fought the urge to ram you and slowly inched his way inside your hole. 

     You groaned at the feeling of his thick cock stretching your insides. This part was always the hardest; between trying to take him in and having to wait for your body to adjust, it was excruciating. Getting impatient, Dante pushed the remaining few inches inside you.

     “Fuck-!” you gritted your teeth and let out a shaky breath, “Dante, just…” your breath was heavy, “give me a minute…”

     He bit his lip and spoke with a low husky growl, “Yeah…” his breath was heavy as he fought with himself to stay composed.

     After a minute, you rocked your hips back into Dante’s. The red devil smiled as he moved in slow short increments before pulling out to the tip and slamming back into your hips; jolting you forward slightly.

     You gave a sputtering moan in response; which only encouraged him to do it again. Dante’s pace was hard and fast, pushing you forward with every brutal thrust of his hips. Trying to keep yourself at a respectable volume, you buried your face into the bedding; which Dante did not like. He yanked on the leash making you arch your head upwards, allowing him to hear every sound you made. 

     With a distorted growl of a voice, Dante smugly commented, “I want to hear you submit."

     A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice; knowing exactly what that tone means. As quick as the thought came, it disappeared at him changing his pattern. His movement became short and hard, you knew Dante was getting close. 

     "Dante," you groaned and he pulled you up by the leash and your arms, making you sit on his lap, "Ngh~ Dante, please," you ground your hips against him, making him groan in return.

     His mouth gently placed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he picked up the pace again. Dante held you by your restrained arms and leaned you forward a bit. You jerked your hips as he managed to hit what he was aiming for--your prostate. 

     He released the leash and leaned forwards into you, keeping his dick at the right angle. A warm calloused hand found its way to your dick and began to gently stroke your cock, using your precum as a lubricant.

     You knocked your head back into his shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around your middle, holding you close, “Ah, Dante~” you felt him sink his teeth into your shoulder once more, “Please~” 

     All you got in response was an unintelligible growl. 

     After a few more uneven thrusts, Dante came inside your ass, “Fuck~!” your legs and hips twitched as you orgasmed.

      With slow movements, he rode out both of your climaxes and released his bite. His breathing was uneven as he laid his head against the side of yours, saying various forms of “I love you”. 

     Once you stopped twitching, Dante removed his cock and let go of your arms; allowing you to lay back down. You felt him undo the belt on your arms allowing you to move them, finally.

     Dante helped turn you over and laid atop you and unclipped the leash--tossing it to the side. He was purring slightly; however, you noticed an odd feeling down towards your hips. 

     Your voice was hoarse as you spoke, “Dante..?”

     “Hm,” he nuzzled his face into your chest, his skin still hot as burning coals. 

     A shaky breath left your lips as you swallowed nervously, “You’re still hard?”

     Dante moved his head to look you in the eyes, which you noticed were still his Devil Trigger color, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.”

     You weakly groped at his biceps, “I can go another round; it is Valentine’s after all…”

     This comment made Dante move to prop himself up on his palms that were placed on each side of you, “You… you sure? I don’t want to overdo… you .”

     A soft smile tugged at your lips, “Of course, devil-boy,” you winked, “show me what you’ve got.”

     Dante sloppily kissed your lips as your hands moved from his arms to his hair. You knew that playing with his hair was a surefire way to get him riled up and today was no exception. 

     Your lover broke off the kiss and stared you in the eyes, “Last chance, babe. I won’t hold it--”

     Lovingly you pulled his hair, making his lip twitch with a growl. 

     He sat upright on his knees and allowed himself to let go. Seeing him trigger was always a treat, the bright red flash and the sudden increase in heat is as arousing as it is terrifying. You stared at him with your lips parted slightly and reached to run your hands along his middle; eyeing him slowly down to his exposed grey and orange cock. 

     The red devil leaned back over you, “Like what you see?” he smiled, revealing his sharpened teeth and spreading his wings out; boasting confidently. 

     You bit your lip and ran your hand slowly back up to the sides of his neck, “Mmn, yeah…”

     He pushed your jaw up with his head and kissed along your throat as his hands slowly ran down your sides, kneading into your skin. 

     With a voice barely audible, you whispered, “I love you, Dante…”

     A small laugh left the devil’s lips as he moved back to look at you, “I love you, too,” you jerked your hips at the feeling of his hand around your cock, “my little cock-whore.”

     You rocked your hips against him, “Only for you--” you gasped as Dante yanked your legs upwards, allowing them to rest on his hips.

     Dante leaned back fully and looked you over. He then removed his hand from your cock and placed it on his own, stroking himself slightly while looking at you.

     Once more you buckled your hips, “Please?”

     His stare was heavy as he looked at your face and, without breaking eye contact, he moved his tip to your hole. The red devil’s cum from earlier acted as lube as he pushed his tip inside you.

     A sudden sharp gasping moan left your lips as you felt him shove all 10 ½ inches inside. Your back arched and your mind was reeling at the feeling. Dante grinned widely as he watched your reaction and began to move without waiting. 

     It didn’t take long for Dante to reach the same brutal pace as before; making your ass squelch from the cum already inside you. Your mind was blank as all you could do was moan and speak unintelligible gibberish at the feeling. He decided to take this up a notch. Dante grabbed your hips and picked you up; moving to a standing position.

     “Dante,” you grabbed at his body; wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, groaning at the hot leathery skin.

     The red devil growled feeling your wrap yourself around him. His wings wrapped around you, holding your body closer still. It was pure nirvana. All you wanted to do was feel him more, to be made his. 

     Dante’s thrusts became animalistic as he fucked up into you, hiking you up slightly with each move. He began to tease you with his knot, slowly pushing it further each time; you knew he was getting close. With the little bit of strength you had left in your body, you used one hand to reach up and grab one of the large black horns on his head. 

     That pushed him over the edge; he used his hands to shove your hips down onto his cock and forced his knot inside you. You shouted as your body jerked at the feeling; followed by your head leaning back limply, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

     The red devil let out a loud roar of a climax and pierced your hips with his claws, gripping them ever-tighter. A small whimper left Dante’s lips as he felt your muscles constrict his cock.

     Despite him still being buried to the hilt, cum had already begun to drip from your ass and to the floor. You carefully placed your forehead against his and placed both your palms on his chest, feeling the rumble of his breathing. The two of you shared a gentle kiss--one without lust or need, but rather, one of pure love. 

     A few minutes passed as you felt him slowly begin to slide out of your body. Dante slowly de-triggered; starting with his head and torso and ending with the furthest things from his body. 

     Your hips involuntarily jerked at the feeling of his wings no longer supporting you and the feeling of his cock finally leaving you. Dante moved his hands to grab onto you better, “Easy, easy; I’ve got you,” he moved you back to the bed and laid you down gently. 

     A small pang of pride touched his heart as he saw how submissive he had made you and removed the long-forgotten collar around your neck. With a small sweet kiss on your cheek, Dante whispered, “I’ll be right back for you, okay?” with that, he left the room to go draw a bath. 

     Admittedly, right now you were pretty out of it so his words didn’t even register. Your blinking had slowed to the point of you being on the verge of a nap when he returned. 

     He smiled at the sight, “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he picked you up, which pulled you right out of your sleepy state and made you hiss in slight pain, “Sorry,” Dante placed a kiss on your forehead.

     The water was warm as he set you down in the tub. He joined you in the water and you gave him a meek smile as you tried desperately to stay awake. Noticing this, Dante grabbed one of your hands, “You can nap, darlin’. I’ll take care of you,” he didn’t have to tell you twice as you drifted to sleep.

     When he finished cleaning your body and tending to some of the more intense love marks he left; Dante picked you up once more; this time, he picked you up bridal style. Just like before, you woke up. 

     The red devil didn’t seem to notice; however, so you reached up to his face and palmed it gently. He smiled and leaned into your touch. Carefully, he set you down in bed and, after turning off the lights, joined you underneath the sheets.

     Although you were exhausted, you managed to wriggle yourself closer to him. The two of you were laying face to face; or rather, face to chest. You looked up at Dante, “I love you,” you sighed and closed your eyes, “so, so much, Dante…”

     He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, purring with pure happiness, “I love you, too… Happy Valentine’s baby…”

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Ending Notes: 💟Holy crap that was long. Admittedly, this would've been done yesterday but I was having a really bad day; so this kinda thing was not a good idea to write. 💟Please let me know if y'all liked this; I am still working on improving my smut writing skills, so any feedback would be great!! 💟Also, enjoy this happy story because the next ones (which are like 99% Vergil-related) are angst mixed with other things.

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TLDR: If devildom had traditional clothing in the past, what type of region of the world would inspire their traditional clothing for style?

****Spoilers from NightBringer on Lore****

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Since it’s been revealed in NightBringer, lesson 14, that before the world was named the Devildom and before the first Demon King, there was a Fairy king that ruled over the land. Which before the Devildom had its buildings and it’s castle, it was first covered by forest (this info was from season 2). So the (future king) demon tricked the Fairy King to drink its blood which made them go into a deep sleep, thus creating the first demon king or so that’s how the legend goes. AND it’s been stated in NB lesson 15 from thirteen, that rumors said that Barbatos has been around before Devildom was even form and Thirteen also mentions that Solomon has said that Barbatos has popped up in ancient documents and he is at times is mention under different names. SO what happens Barbatos was the demon that “poisoned” the Fairy King, and he was the first Demon King but he was somehow kicked out so he decide became a servant to reclaim his throne but ended up getting attached to Diavolo Jk Unless 👀

Since Barbatos is most likely to be around for a long freakin time, Pre-Devildom and Devildom time, what type of style or traditional clothing would he or other demons be wearing? Like we get a statue version of what the Fairy King is supposed to look like and have an idea of what the past is suppose to be wearing, but Ngl it bland 💀 (also do the fairy king sleep upwards???💀)

Credit: Obey Me! NightBringer Lesson 14-1/4

Alright so a prime example of like ancient civilization traditional period clothing thing for for their over world would be Tears of the Kingdom from Legend of Zelda: (which is also the reason the idea popped into my head lol)

Common features: similar color palette of earthly tones, white pine cones shape with number 2 and 3 and the right image of the steward (the stewards r so cute 🥰) , etc etc

In Conclusion: they have the same feel of the same time, so I was wondering if the Devildom has an “traditional clothes” that was commonly worn when the Devildom was being established, what exactly would it look like? I would love to draw an idea up, especially since Barbatos was possibly around doing the time, and dress up the boys (and thirteen even if she isn’t a demon).

Yes I’m aware that it has been stated and implied in the game that their demon form is the best formal/respectfully outfit they could wear, but I like the idea of the beginning of the Devildom having “traditional clothing” 😩 (also do the outfits change over time when it comes to the demon form or do they remain the same? Like Barbs wearing the same demon outfits since the beginning, I just don’t see it, it’s way to modern💀💀)

However how much I would love to attempt to make “traditional clothing” for the Devildom I have no idea wear to start, like what type of style they would go for, I know their demon form is meant to represent them, so it doesn’t give me much to go off, on making traditional wear and I do want each traditional wear to have their own pizazz, but similar style. So I’ve tried thinking of all the Devildom traditions like holidays to give me a type of theme to go off by, but like most of the time the events would either be RAD related or like human world events.

HOWEVER (the sequel) I think the best vibe or color scheme for the Devildom traditional wear would have to be this outfit from TOTK again Lmao

Sorry for the low quality I couldn’t find a decent quality, it’s called Gloom Resistant Armor if you want to look it up for better quality. But this roughly what I was thinking in color palette however I don’t mind hearing about other ideas as well.

I would gladly appreciate to hear everyone thoughts and ideas on the matter as well, and ideas of style you would think Devildom traditional wear would be (that is not fully kimono or Yukata based but could be use as a reference) or any inspiration from an region of the world or from a different franchise. Information of any “traditional holidays” that is canon in Obey me is welcomed, any type of information little or small is always welcomed, and if you wish to talk about this subject with me feel free to DM if you want. 😘

Anyway if you have made it this far in reading thank you so much for your time in reading this, I hope you have a lovely rest of your night or day! 🥰

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For Firemite! His new design got me all curious again! :0

12. What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

46. Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

52. Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

57. What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

58. How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

OH this took me ten years buT I HAVE ANSWERS!!!

12. What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific! “Dear Cod.” It was something from a previous group of folks he and Razor had been hanging around for a bit- one of them fished up a rare enchant after hours of trying to get literally anything useful and made the comment “Dear God I thought I’d never get anything.” and every single other person heard him say ‘dear cod’. By then it was late at night n they were all tired and so it was the absolute funniest thing in the world made funnier by how vehemently he tried to stand firm on the fact that he’d said ‘dear God’ and not ‘dear cod’. He makes the reference sometimes still and it gets a chuckle from Razor, and whenever Razor pulls it out (though it can also be partially attributed to just how serious Razor is so he doesn’t joke much anyway) Fire absolutely loves it and laughs so hard. 10/10 comedy every time.

The first time he heard Tyr mutter it to herself when she was trying to figure out how to get one of her newer cats to cooperate out in the main room he lost it. Could not stop laughing for the next five minutes at least.

46. Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen? I was going to say listener, but the more I thought about it the more I thought that… he might actually be a talker. If he’s fun bouncy sanguine he’s prolly a talker. So what would make him listen, then… I suppose Razor can make him listen, but that’s on virtue of being viewed as more of the decision-maker of the group, n he knows well enough that Razor usually has good ideas. Other than that, though… I suppose quiet might would make him listen- recognizing that he’s talking over someone and it’s Not Good and needs to hush. Hm. I personally think I’m more of a listener so I’m not really sure like. what would make a talker listen slkdhgkl I think that might be as good of an answer as I can give? I dunno. He listens to Razor and he listens to quiet.

52. Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting? Depends! If it’s more happy/positive, he’s keen to jump to action immediately, but if he’s feeling more negative- sad/angry, etc, he’ll think more on what to do or at least take a second/minute to compose himself. It’s usually bc he’s gonna try to ‘fix things’ and bring the mood back up. It… doesn’t always work though, and he kinda flounders when it doesn’t. If it doesn't, it can end up with him spending some time alone mining to clear his head a bit, and also to let whatever's going on calm down.

57. What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often? I’m gonna be honest, this is one that’s stumped me like. the most, probably. Is that something that a lot of ppl have, like something that they need to do constantly that they usually mess up? Bc ngl like…. I don’t really see him having much of anything that’s like. a simple daily thing that he messes up often. I think I’ll leave it at an “I don’t think he has one” but if I think of something later I’ll come back and edit this to include it :V

58. How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme? I think he’s the kind of person to have tried many, many different things! So there’s no common theme other than ‘is this new? Sure, I’ll try!’ He likes to go out and learn and discover and make new friends and find new things that he likes, so he’s very keen on trying stuff out. If he doesn’t like it then he at least knows he doesn’t, and if he does, then it’s a win!

[truly-morgan]

[Suicidal Saitama]

Saitama + Genos | One-Punch Man cw: suicide attempts + suicidal theme 13-02-2023

Ngl now this makes me wanna read a story where we follow Genos as he stalks Saitama (as he does), only to find odd behaviours and accidents that should have been easily avoided by the man.

Like, a story where the lack of any opponents that match him, the boredom, and the feeling of being unphased by most things just brings Saitama over the edge. What's the point of going on like this?

So he attempts more than once, but whatever he does isn't working.

But why should he be surprised? He went to the moon and back without dying even if he didn't have a space suite.

But still, he tries and nothing ever works.

And the more he tries, the more he feels some sort of emptiness inside at being unable to die in any way.

The worse he feels about it.

And poor Genos who doesn't know that, who simply feels like Saitama has been acting weird lately and missed any very obvious attempts the man made himself (but of course he'd try to do it somewhere quiet, die somewhere harder to find).

But one day seems worse, Saitama is even more odd than usual. He puts on his hero suit and goes out, waving Genos off when he asks to come with him. ("I'm only going out for a patrol, it still looks quiet, stay home and rest").

And somehow, Genos cannot help having a feeling of unease creeping up inside him, something screaming to him that he should follow Saitama.

So he does.

Tailing him is easy enough, seeing how Saitama isn't the most hyper-vigilant about his surroundings, relying on instinct and reflexes (although those seem to have been a little bit bad lately....).

He quickly realises that Saitama is getting out of city Z, then the next and the next, not looking like a man in patrol. He looks like he had a destination in mind though.

And so Genos follows him until they arrive on the ground they trained together.

Saitama stops for a while, looking around without doing anything, which forces Ge os to hide, certain he has been found out.

Yet the hero doesn't say anything, doesn't move much either. He just looks around for a while, until he starts walking again, going deeper And deeper into the abandoned area, where they usually don't bother going to.

Saitama stops again after a while, looking around him once more, but this more as if trying to see if anyone was around.

Then he looks down at his hand, closing it into a tight fist.

And Genos wonder what his master is meaning to punch, seeing that he isn't the kind of person to just create craters for the fun of it. Nor does he feel any potential dangers around.

Then Saitama takes a stance, but it looks weird.... as if aiming for himself.

Genos only has time to get out of his hiding spot and scream for the man before the punch goes down. He was too late.

When he blinks again, all the trees and the side of the cliff have been blown away.

Saitama is laying on the ground.

Genos quickly ran to Saitama, panic running through his him.

Relief washed over him when he saw the man blink once, then again as his gaze met his.

The seemingly only aftermath of the punch was Saitama's nose bleeding.

But what hit Genos the most was the pained expression the man had. Not because of the pain, but another type of pain, something deeper than physical, something he had never seen before.

I feel like Saitama wouldn't be the kind of person to easily open up about all of this and Genos would not push him to say.

But Genos will from now on follow him everywhere when he can, not leaving Saitama out of his sight.

This had to be one of the most frightening things he had lived in a while and the idea of his master disappearing one day to die in the middle of nowhere was even more frightening.

I love genosai so much, I feel like I'd like to add some if I ever write it, maybe for an aftermath of the story where The Attempt awoken something, or rather made some feeling more clear

Original

[chaifootsteps]

Hullo! It's SecretID!Alastor Anon, haunting your inbox with Alastor blether again:

I'll preface this with that this continues off of my rewrite AU ideas, Radio Demon's Identity-is-a-secret/unknown AU and wing amputee, peryton!Alastor who's been in survival (stressy) mode since his ass dropped into hell decades ago (is it bad that I kinda want Hell time and Earth time to have time dilation? 1:1 time ratio's kinda boring ngl).

For your consideration: Transman Alastor. He doesn't have physical antlers, they'd be shadow constructs and he can change their size and shape generally however he wants if he's got the magic/energy for it. I'm thinking of his powers being more shadow as well as radio-based (god his canon powers, design and motifs are so goddamn overcrowded, radio, shadows, eldritch-in-the-lovecraftian-sense, AND voodoo? holy fuck)? And maybe some shadow realm hammerspace for travel convenience (personal meat freezer and travel bag anybody?)? He'd be the kinda fellow who's always on the move, never stays in one place too long or too often and once a place's "safety" in his mind has been even partially-compromised he won't return to it for quite some time.

Also I had the design-idea of even replacing the black hairtips from canon with something like, bits of shadow crawling up his hair. Because he doesn't cast a shadow the normal way? He would keep his shadow off the ground, possibly hidden under his clothes, basically hugging himself tight (it could even help with holding himself upright whenever he's injured or weak/tired), leave no trace for predators to follow or tells for prey to see. Hell, maybe the shadow antlers are his shadow's hands but transformed and warped into different shapes? Can also resemble Radio Wireframe antennae or something sometimes?

And because I have nowhere else to put it, but, Alastor with the ability to steal voices and stories of people he kills in a certain way (certain criteria?) or something? Somethingsomething radio stuff? Idk how the radio and how sound design works, even with 30s or 30s adjacent tech, I feel like there's flavor to be found there of him being able to throw his (or someone else's) voice (or multiple voices). I can imagine him doing a wounded gazelle gambit but with voice throwing to lure a target somewhere more isolated.

I'm really in love with the idea of themes of Alastor being equal parts Hunter and Hunted, both in his behaviors and design. Shadows and radio, mostly heard, and if you DO see him, you either never knew he was there or it's too late (for you). Predator and Prey and awfully aware of it, the preference of low-risk moderate-reward ventures warring with that prey instinct that is equal parts hide/run away and beat the ever-loving shit out of that thing that looked at you vaguely threateningly. And it's not like these instincts come specifically from just, dying and his new form in Hell, but also based off of either experiences or exaggerated bits of Alastor's personality and the magic that formed his Hell-body going off of that or something idk.

Also, yanno another thing that could be interesting? What if in his life on Earth, he never even got to be on the radio? And the closest he ever got was being one of the studio crew or staff, or his 'crimes' being reported/talked bout on air (I'm kinda leaning more and more vigilante killer with Alastor, to tie further with the comic). But maybe he collected radios and tried making his own setup (a lot harder in the 1930s I'd imagine), practiced his voice and what his show would be like, but never got to be on the air no matter how hard he worked or tried, a dream forever unrealized (until Hell).

Random more down to earth (hah) stuff about my version of Alastor, besides cooking, hunting/tracking, and butchering/dressing down kills (whatever they may be), I could imagine him liking to sew or make clothes, something he could've done with his mother maybe? Or maybe he's just picked up some things from some trades he's worked in his life back on Earth when he was trying to work up into the radio business. Kinda a jack of several trades. Also this Alastor would drink his (at least, his version of) Respect Women juice, and Vaggie isn't excluded from this either (like I could imagine him annoying her a bit, but no ass slappage like canon, sorry not sorry). Also wing amputee things but, chronic residual limb pain? Or burns too, I haven't decided (sorry not sorry, I like my whump what can I say).

Also when trying to pitch the Radio Demon's deal to Charlie, Charlie can tell that Alastor himself was lying about Something, just not about what because idk I would imagine that everybody in Hell (and on Earth too) lies about things, even normal regular things. Charlie isn't that stupid, she's lived in Hell her entire life. Also okay, I really like the idea of her doing this entire plan all because she just wants Vaggie (can I rename her Aggie or something, pls) to be safe in Heaven and has no idea if this could work, they don't even know by what measure Heaven accepts people, much less condemned sinners ffs.

I would imagine that Alastor himself would be 'sending reports' to the Radio Demon (lol) as he helps the Hotel run better or something, with the Radio Demon making a few 'appearances' over the radios that start to populate the Hasbeen Hotel after the (informal?) alliance is started. There would be some mystery as to Why the Radio Demon wants to ally with this venture, because the boredom excused won't hold forever, and according to Niffty and Husk, Alastor has been in the Radio Demon's employ longer than they ever were, so who better to grill or watch for info? Any maybe, I would say that out of all his (relatively few, compared to other Sinners in the weight class that everyone assumes the Radio Demon is in) contracts, he likes Husk and Niffty the best (I mean, they've actually met Alastor as himself enough to sorta know him, even if they don't know he's the Radio Demon either, so that could say a lot). Idk what to do with his relationship to Rosie rn.

Thanks for listening to my ever-increasing Alastor blether again, thoughts, rebuttals or additions are welcome. <3

Loving all this blether! The part about Alastor drinking his respect women juice jumped out at me in particular, because I'm pretty sure Vivzie's under the impression that he already does. There's that comic where he saves a woman from being attacked and kills the guy who does it, but Vivzie also can't resist the urge to have him slap Vaggie on the ass because she thinks it's funny when characters are horrible to Vaggie.

A better writer would contrast the perfect gentleman Alastor thinks he is with the reality and also with Angel, who doesn't give a shit who he's rude to, but...Vivzie!

[multifandomsofficial]

what about apostles reacting to a miscarriage? We already had Simon?

I was already gonna do this, so tysm for requesting!

...

Name: Stages of Grief

Type: headcanon

Theme: human by Christina Perri

Warnings: miscarriage, angst, fluff, crying, depression, stages of grief

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Judas: Would be there when it happens, sobbing into your shoulder. Goes into shock after, and Judas is really just numb for awhile.

Thomas: When he finds out, he tries to stay strong for you. Let's say that worked for about 0.000003 seconds.

Matthew: [eMoTiOnAl DaMaGe] I can see him being himself and just going, "What?" Like he had no IDEA about what you were talking about even though he very much so did. He looks dead three days later from crying so much.

Nathaniel: He can't even think of a sarcastic comment - any comment for that matter. He's just standing there, staring into space. You have to wrap him in a hug to bring him back to Earth.

Little James: Like Andrew, he probably thinks that it's all his fault. Crys in the middle of trying to say something to you.

Andrew: "This is all my fault." He just kept mumbling over and over and over, as he starts pacing. 1.09 seconds later y'all are on the floor crying into each other.

Simon Z: Sure, he was a Zealot but that doesn't mean that he's prepared for the death of his child! This man is on his knees and practically hyperventilating from crying so much ngl.

Big James: Shakes his head, and you think that he's mad but he's not. He's trying to shake the tears away. I feel like he'd be in denial for a little but and then it hits him. Cannot look at a kid without crying from now on.

Philip: He'd pull you into his lap and quietly cry into your shoulder. You'd both be comforted by each other's presence I feel.

Thaddeus: Like BJ, I feel like he'd be in denial for a little bit. "No, no, y/n. That can't be right." But then it finally hits him and he's such a wreck, almost more than you are.

John: Crying like a wreck? Check. Hugging you like you'd be gone and fading away if he stopped? Check. Refuses to look at children now? 100%. More worried about you? Check. Tells Zebedee and Salome while sobbing his eyes out? You bet.

[armchairaleck]

WIP update as I might post snippets of some of these and it will be handy to remember what they are..

I am slowly.. very slowly coming to terms with the fact that TDP is probably going in a different direction with certain aspects of lore and world building than I originally thought and that certain burning questions I have may never actually be answered and hey, that’s fine.. I get there’s theme and minute details about historic events might not be that important to the story being told.. ngl I do miss the flashbacks though, I guess Viren’s dream almost counts..

Plus side it leaves a vast amount of writing ideas wide open and lets me indulge in all my weirdest Viren ships so.. yay?

But also meh… historical world building..

Anyway current WIP projects which are all in various levels of unlikely to ever see the light of day:

Gothic AU which I had planned to be a kinda intense wuthering heights style Kpp’Ar/Viren romance while they sorta accidently unleash Aaravos on the world, but it has now turned more into a tale of academic/magical snobbery in a universe where dark magic is largely obsolete and everyone vies for the last scraps of power to curry favour with the king.. thanks season 5.. Viren is a poor wannabe student who can’t afford the fees to study even the theory of magic.. Kpp’Ar is a very rare practising but shouldn’t be practising dark mage… and because of how show Kpp’Ar turned out there is now more power play in the inappropriate age gap relationship, but damn, I still ship them pretty hard so I guess those student/master vibes have to go somewhere..

It swings kinda close to my dark King Atticus IS CANNON KING ATTICUS backstory… which I badly want to squeeze in around the snippets of what we have despite him seeming like such an utterly chill geezer… but whatever… I want total bastard Atticus who will use and abuse his access to dark mages and magic in order to further the political aims of Katolis… who will plot and scheme with Kpp’Ar to create an intricate web of deceit that no one can penetrate, who will take the deep insecurities of everyone he knows and hone them to his advantage, who will pimp out his own son to Viren to tighten their co-dependence and generally fuck them up…

and then I kinda also want his dying spirit to inhabit Viren dybbuk style, so Atticus can be constantly sniping into Viren’s subconscious whenever he tries to bone Harrow… because that’s amusing to me… anyway that’s basically just a long list of stuff I want but obviously won’t get…

Then ahem there’s my Viren/Corvus shipping, that probably shouldn’t be mentioned, is almost certainly completely inappropriate for this fandom, (as if any of the above wasn’t..) I’m keeping quiet on this one as it’s what I currently spend the most time actually writing and might actually get finished.. oh well.. RIP me.

Plus I still have cyber punk AU on the back burner because whenever I start really thinking about it and theorising on how Xadia and the human kingdoms would look with a hard cyber border in the year 1988 and Aaravos secretly pulling all the strings towards his own dubious machinations I come out with something pushing the word count of Dune and I cry.. because really I just want a little bit of Viren and Ibis smut action and this is the only way my brain can think of achieving it..

So the main issue for me here is that all these ideas clock in way over the 10k word mark that I like to limit myself to in the interests of getting something finished.. multi-chapter is not my friend, nor is intensive world/lore building, nor is development of OC’s, or deviously intricate plot.. so why all my ideas now involve quite a lot of those things I don’t know.. it probably means I won’t complete any of them..

Still I do also have a few 5-10k Virrow angst ideas that I might be able to get on with..

[duckwithablog]

The lurker anon reappears! Thank you for answering my questions, and I’d love to hear the backstory of your macaque theme!

Also, I forgot to label myself. Silly me. Mmm 🤔… perhaps peach🍑 anon if it’s free? Because- unrelated to the cute and cheeky monkey man- I really, really love peaches!

YOO hello again!! And yeah, 🍑 anon is free!! I haven't tried eating peaches but they look so aesthetic,, the only peach flavored thing i tried was a peach drink and i ordered it PURELY bcs of LMK HHAHSHSAH

time for some blog lore..... THIS IS GONNA BE KINDA LONG AND RAMBLY SO BE WARNED-

Before this account was made, I actually had a different tumblr account for personal use (I never log into it anymore though lol) instead of writing. I was in the LMK fandom at the time, so I was reading x reader fics EVERYWHERE I could, from wattpad to tumblr to ao3.

And wouldn't you know it, when I was scrolling through the tags on tumblr I saw someone promoting their newly written fic they made on ao3!! I read it, loved the premise, and left a kudos and a comment (I think I left a comment? I'm not sure, I was a lurker as well when it came to reading HSDHSD).

Not too long after, I was scrolling through their blog and saw a post of them asking for any possible writing friends to interact. I thought 'hey!! i can write!!' and promptly sent them a dm. We chatted over our brainrot of the stinky monkeys and we grew to be pretty close writing buddies!! I even got to come up with a ship name for a pairing in the fic (the pairing was Macaque and Y/n, and Y/n in the fic was a baker, so I proposed the ship name 'Mooncake'. Still super proud of that ngl!! I'm pretty sure I made one for Wukong and Y/n too, but I forgot what it was </33 Mooncake was just so iconic to me).

We bounced off ideas from each other, and I sent them posts about Wukong (they were a Wukong Apologist and honestly, slay), and one of them actually managed to influence their characterization for him in a later chapter!! I was even writing my own LMK x reader fic at the time, and while I gave up on it after a while, they were the first person to ever read the first few paragraphs and gave me their thoughts.

Eventually, I had an urge to make a whole blog dedicated to x reader writings because I was inspired by them to make one, and when I told them they told me to go for it!!

Here's where the important bit comes in: This person's blog was themed around Sun Wukong. They're a Monkey King lover, they fucking love that stupid smelly monkey man!! So I told them "hey wouldnt it be funny if my blog was Macaque themed so we could match?" and they went "DUDE"

And boom!! That's the reason why my blog is Macaque themed!! I went through a LOT of custom tumblr themes (you know where you open someones blog and instead of being the regular tumblr blog layout its a totally new one that they customized themselves? Yeah that was me), meanwhile my friend just stuck to a simple 'Wukong pfp + header and orange background'. I think that matched our character themes really well HAHSAHSAH

Unfortunately, I'm sure that my friend is not working/active anymore. Their last post on tumblr was them apologizing for the lack of updates because of art school, and that was it. I don't know how long it's been since I checked up on the fic, but when I did, I found that their ao3 account was orphaned. So it's probably safe to assume that theyre not coming back to their tumblr acc either.

But still... I kept my Macaque theme. Even when my LMK interest started to fade and other media took over my brain, I refused to change it. Idk why, sentimentality I guess? It just felt wrong.

I have no idea where they are now, honestly. I just hope theyre doing okay. They were a super cool person, and I loved their fic and I loved talking to them and I loved being their friend!! Even if they probably wont see this post, I just want them to know how much of an impact they had on me. It was because of them I made this account, and got into writing requests and fics. And even if that didn't work out, they got me back to writing in general! They were an awesome person and they deserve everything good in life!!

Augugh this got sentimental... My bad!! Ngl, I've been secretly waiting for someone to ask me why my blog was Macaque themed, but the chance of that happening was really slim so I held the Blog Lore™ in. BUT NOW I CAN FINALLY SAY WHAT IVE BEEN HOLDING IN FOR YEARS RAHHH

Thanks for asking this, btw 🍑 anon!! Sorry if this was so rambly and long, my mind do be like that (incomprehensible to decipher sometimes). I'd love to see you pop in some more, if youd like!!

Oh!! And since ur a Wukong lover as well, you should read their fic!! It's unfinished, but I think you should give it a shot. The chapters are long, the writing style and interactions between characters are great, and the development and pining is well done!!

I realize that this sounds biased, but ermm..... IDC GO READ THEIR FIC!!! (/nf) Kudos and comment bcs they deserve it!! Even if they dont get to see it, I'd like to at least cheer them up on the off chance that they do.

Here's the fic!! And their tumblr acc too, because they make some pretty banging drawings for their writing!!

@butternut-zippersqaush

[lucem-stellarum]

Wanted to let you know that I absolutely LOVE your Hush fic. The way you depicted him is just so, so good. AND the theme of bodily exploration is written very well!!!! I'm obsessed!!!! I'm wondering if the vagueness of his intentions is a deliberate choice? Like the discrepancies between what he knew and did not; him claiming that he didn't know what writing was but then referencing a latin phrase, and more seriously, when he claimed that he's unfamiliar with pleasure to let Doc be in control before switching their places and showing that he's had experience in it. This isn't a complaint mind you, I absolutely love implications and the ominous vagueness of it, it's very fitting to his character!

I'm blushing, anon. You're so sweet, thank you! I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it, hearing that makes the struggle of writing it worth sharing <3

I spent a long time trying to decide what he would know about human society and what he wouldn't. The Latin phrase is something he could have picked up out of somebody's head; telepathy is a great tool for helping him blend in. But the concept of writing seems like something that wouldn't be so easily transferred; reading is a skill, not a fact you can memorize, and something we might take for granted. It started almost as a joke, but then I got serious about it. Who would he have to teach him, if Doc is the first non-antagonistic person he's ever met? What sort of cultural misunderstandings could there be for someone so clearly not human being forced to navigate alone through a human world who hates and fears "what he is, on a fundamental level"? How would someone like him, so forthright and direct, navigate a person defying that learned expectation?

I didn't take it as a complaint, no worries :) It's not an incorrect way of looking at it (Death of the author, babey), but I was aiming for something a bit different. Ngl, I got a bit obsessed about that canon line in his second video about how everyone who has ever tried to touch him has been trying to cause him pain/fear. With Hush's reaction to Doc touching his neck and chest, and specifically how open he is about the things he won't tell us, I believe him. With Hush switching places, I was aiming to show how he is a quick study. Having only himself to rely on, he has to be smart in order to stay free of all the people hunting him (the Chorus, his brother) so quickly picking up new skills and being able to plan and extrapolate in order to reach a goal seems like something hed be good at. Add in that he's only had himself to rely on, he's only ever been met with people scared of him or want to hurt him, not trusting anyone, how does someone like that allow someone else to take control? Even if Doc’s "only human and can't hurt him in any way that matters," Hush still seems like the kind of person who has a hard time relaxing and letting go. Hence, Hush taking the reigns once Doc gives him an idea of what to do (and only indulging in his own enjoyment up to a certain point, and no further) makes sense to me.

Like I said, though, that is entirely based off the fact that I believe him. If you don't believe him, or think he has ulterior motives for that ominous vagueness, I don't blame you. It's smart to be suspicious of him. He explicitly told us he has plans that we're going to regret letting him accomplish. There's a lot going on with him that we don't know yet, and he has made threats towards the listener. But knowing that, and seeing that shadow of vulnerability, his character and mentality is so interesting to poke at and see what I can dig up. I'm so excited for what Redacted will come out with for him next :D

[knockoffmordred]

Just copy-pasting and editing this idea I posted on someone else's post a while back. "Ngl, I would love AK even more if it gives us whiplash via the literary equivalent of a metal bat to the jaw if Myrtle's dedicated event gives us the introduction to the third existential threat under Terra, like imagine the Children of Ursus trailer but crank up the tonal dissonance between that trailer's song and the visuals by a million.

Myrtle's happy-go-lucky theme plays, chill scenes on the way to a Durin city, just completely happy, but you also noticed that the update looks unnervingly more massive than even the big events, then BAM. She's suddenly overseeing a funeral at a mass grave, surrounded by a hyper-militaristic Durin group she's commanding, "Generalissimo" wasn't just a nickname. These Durin are the complete opposite of the average Durin, but they're willing to leave the life they could've had so other Durin wouldn't be forced to do the same.

She actually tricked the Doctor into helping her, but the Doctor willingly accepts anyway, Myrtle drops unhinged Arknights lore that not even Kal knew much about, and we get a story about a full-scale war.

The main chapters has always felt like we get a smaller picture of the conflicts, like we get to see parts of major operations, Rhodes' signature decapitation strikes, but they're more on-the-ground, giving us a close up POV of the wars and the people stuck inside them. This is the event that gives us a proper general's-eye-view of the war, the most impersonal, big-picture storytelling, interspersed with stories of failed assaults, heroic last stands, brutal defenses, all of this happening because of your decisions. The event also gives us a glimpse into what Babel had for a strategist, perfect for RI drama, like a genuinely openly angry Kal'tsit, no philosophy, no monologues, just a woman becoming upset, maybe it's not even her screaming, maybe it's just a silent scene where she slaps Doc and has a face of pure rage. The war lets us see the Commander of Babel get pushed to their absolute limit, farther than any other conflict they've faced, and they might end up truly becoming the inhuman strategist we heard about in Darknights." Also, to take from @artphonon's comment. Rhodes Island Crab Armored Division. Beanstalk and Doc tame several dozen of those Gigacrabs mentioned in that one Rusthammer ambush. The crabs all have unique designs and skills, some of them are logistics crabs with designs inspired by cargo trucks and forklifts, they are Vanguards, Defender crabs who look like they stole a Shieldguard's uniform and tried to wear it, Guard crabs who are just Sif, but crab (somehow just as agile and dextrous, infinitely less tragic though), Sniper crabs that just have ballistae and auto-crossbows mounted all over, Caster crabs have siege artillery on their backs, extremely violent Ambusher Crab who just slams their claws on the ground to damage enemies, no invis, just tanky and can slap hard, Supporter crab who just has Orchid on their back, Medic crab cosplaying as Lancet-3 that has Guard-levels of Def. Finally, as they said, Beanstalk Alter, she's standing on top of the Crab Queen, she's also a Summoner with access to all of the previously mentioned crabs, the UI has to be adjusted to give Beanstalk's summon button a menu when you tap it, giving you a selection of crabs to use. She will have an unhinged kit, she will break the game, Ling's Dragons pale in comparison to CRAB SUPERIORITY.

Actually genuinely curious, does anyone else have something they want from Arknights that you know is not going to happen (or at least not soon anyways) either because it's too specific or because you know it would only cater to you?

I'm not talking about like, criticisms of Arknights and things you'd want it to get better. I'm talking pure indulgent stuff that's only to your personal benefit really like specific types of merch, characters, events, mechanics or whatever.

As an example, I would love for there to be an event that specifically centred around Mr Nothing and the Who Is Lingering Crew having to go back to his hometown where Mr Nothing has to confront his past once and for all and the story is themed around not letting the past control you anymore and moving on. The event would have the style and aesthetic of the Bruce Lee films and wuxia dramas especially it's music. It could be where they give Mr Nothing an alter and Hibiscus a skin in the 0011 series so she could match with Kroos and Lava.

It's not gonna happen, I know it aint. But sometimes you need a dream to keep going in life yanno.

[elysiumarchieve]

okay here me out. This may be a bit dark. What about Scaramouche who's like a cult leader and reader is the obedient loyal follower who would do whatever Scara asks them to. The rest is up to you. You can get very creative with it. I just like the idea.

HERE YOU GO ANON i had so much fun with this oh god

cult leader! scaramouche x devouted follower! gn! reader

warnings: scaramouche is a warning for himself, cult themes, religious themes, taking his god complex to an entirely new level ngl, is this how sumeru quest could've ended LMAO, cult au, violence?? you have been warned this man isn't too nice in this except to you (but it's super toxic like damn), idk what kind of au this is but just imagine teyvat but scaramouche has a cult, great

✧ cult leader scaramouche is honestly such a hot concept holy shit

✧ besides that, having an entire cult devoted to him probably would make him far more arrogant than he already is in general

✧ he doesn't appear a lot before his followers nor does he make any official appearances. scaramouche enjoys being sought after by his followers and how they throw themselves at his feet when he just walks by without any announcement prior to this - it boosts his confidence knowing there are people who treat his words like they were the actual law. the fact that he's rude and violent however never changed - he doesn't really bother with anyone's wel being and he hates chatty humans the most

✧ being a discarded divine creation, he lures poor humans in with empty promises and lavish things, he amassed a rather huge following, however most of his cult is shrouded in mystery due to how unreachable he appears before everyone. cult members who join are never seen again and neither are the people trying to oppose him, as these people get assassinated if they only dare to make any moves against him

✧ those who do know him quite well however stay out of his way, knowing that a single mistake was enough to tick him off and have that person be sent,,, somewhere (where nobody has ever returned from), so not only is he arrogant and thinks of any human as pathetic, he's also manipulative and oppressive! congrats!

✧ just like most people in his cult, you too believed him to be above everything else, the solution to all troubles, something akin to a savior meant to free you from earthly matters and peril

✧ what his actual goal was? nobody knows. some might even claim he started all of this for fun, others say he started this as an act of revenge against his own creator - not that it mattered to any of you. whatever he believed was correct and not to be questioned

✧ there are only a handful of people who have actually seen him or managed to be acknowledged by him with words, and you just happen to be one of those special cases who happen to be recognised and be worthy of his attention for more than just a few seconds

✧ as his devotee, when he first laid eyes upon you and told you to follow him you did so without questioning his order in any shape or form. you weren't worthy enough to question any order he gives out personally

✧ to you, he was kind, nice, the same facade he puts up around people when he tries to gain their trust before stabbing them in the back shortly after - however, as blinded as you are by his fake smiles and soft chuckles he lets out, you're way beyond reasoning at this point

✧ he'd kindly invite you to sit with him while he's having tea, to which you agree almost too eagerly. in the end, all you did was sit next to him in silence as he spoke about things you had never heard before in the sweetest voice you had ever heard, and in the end he even shared his last sips of his tea with you before sending you off

✧ this went on for weeks, with him revealing mere tidbits about himself as it went on, you learnt more about his past, his emotions and what he really thought of the people around him - to hear from him that you were one of the only people he accepted around him almost put you in a cardiac arrest at how he said it in such a genuinely nice tone

✧ but in fact, scaramouche did take a liking to you. maybe it was how big your eyes became when you took shy glances at him, how you started shaking in sheer excitement when he spoke to you directly and asked for your opinion on things or how you played with your hands on your lap when you asked him question over question about the world - questions to which he of course had all the answers for

✧ with time, you almost spent every day with him in his chambers, drinking tea and receiving gifts from him for your devotion. scaramouche promised you that as long as you continue doing as well as you've been doing so far, he'd do anything to keep you away from prying eyes

✧ you never understood what that meant, but you also didn't question it. maybe you should've when you noticed that people suddenly went missing or how people were utterly terrified of scaramouche's sheer presence in the same room as them

✧ it was nonsense to you, he was kind, intelligent, beautiful, you'd do anything for him! even if he asked you to give up both of your hands you would do it, no questions

✧ turns out that our dear cult leader has taken such a liking to you that he started to refuse to see anyone else anymore, which in return meant for him that you also won't see anyone else other than him - but you understand, right? you wouldn't betray him and leave him behind like all of them, would you?

✧ of course you wouldn't. because what scaramouche wants, scaramouche gets, through one way or another he always gets his will regardless of what it might cost

✧ as long as you do what he says and follow him obediently so he can shelter you from the outside world, he can make sure you'll be safe (which in returns eases the dull aching in his chest he's been feeling for years now)

✧ if you ever manage to gather your courage and ask him why he decided to talk to you, you'd probably become withness of the most genuine smile he can actually muster up before telling you that there is no particular reason other than curiosity - curiosity on whether or not humans remain the same sort of stupid or if humans have the capacity to change into something worthy of his presence

✧ after all, talking to him was a gift and spending time with him was the peak of devotion - it's what he deserves for the betrayals he suffered through

✧ you, his loyal devotee who has become worthy of him, you've become his proof of his actual obsession, his search for a heart that he doesn't have and will never receive

✧ maybe his heart was never in his chest to begin with but out there, just waiting to fall into his hands just like a missing piece of a puzzle you'd be looking for and finally find under a rug years later (it might be the gnosis that he so dearly desires)

✧ if you ever dare to die, he won't have that. even if it meant dragging your spirit through the depths of the abyss and back to him, he can't have his most loyal follower die due to his incompetence or lack of surveillance

✧ cult leader scaramouche is a manipulative guy, only acting based on his whims and playing with people's life as if they were toys for him - that's how scaramouche lives his life and enjoys it, keeping himself above everyone else

✧ don't be fooled by his kind smile and tender words - underneath that facade rages cold fury that's been hidden for years with bo end in sight that he somewhat manages to calm once you're nearby

✧ whether or not this is a blessing or a curse, you might not even tell how fucked up this was. maybe you even considered his behavior as normal by now, disregarding any cruel act or decree he spoke and blindly running after him in hopes of remaining on his good side

✧ you'll only be able to tell in the end whether or not you made a good choice

[kunikinnie]

fukuzawa wants to go on a date

BSD: Love is War? 100 Followers Event Genre: fluff, pining Word count: 1.6k Warnings: none, I think Synopsis: There is a fine line between a friendly and romantic date. a/n: YES I FINALLY FINISHED ONE after how many months,,, yes I stole the idea from the current Mayoi event lol. Also ngl this feels SO different from any of the other fics under this prompt i'm so sorry

Fukuzawa Yukichi is a man of few words. This makes whatever he says all the more important and heavier in weight, and even the slightest hint of his true feelings was noticed by anyone.

That is, anyone but you.

“It’s because you’re too subtle,” Ranpo once said to him. “At this rate you’ll only ever be a friend to Y/N.”

He wasn’t wrong, Fukuzawa knew that well, yet he just wasn’t programmed to be bolder. You’ve been friends for so long that he was genuinely afraid of what you’ll think of him if he tried to be more honest about his feelings.

Hahh. If only fate could be a little kinder…

---

“I bought you a little something, Yu-kun. It sort of reminds me of you.”

You handed out a keychain of what appears to be a cat in samurai clothing. He smiled softly as he accepted your gift, not just because he appreciated the gift but also because his heart fluttered at your last sentence.

You and a mutual friend of yours went to a feudal Japan themed park over the weekend before you left the country for a few weeks. It wasn’t unusual for you to hang out with close friends one-on-one even in far trips like this, but…

“Nao-kun even said it looks like you,” you chuckled. “Don’t look at me like that. He’s the one who said that, not me!”

Fukuzawa wasn’t annoyed at the comment itself. His mind had wandered to that one thought he’s been suppressing for some time now.

Haven’t you been hanging out with him a little too frequently?

Sure, he’s the one who always invites you to these little escapades. Sure, you think they’re just friendly “dates” (why do you even use the term?) as with any other person. But what if the day comes when he invites you as something more than a friend? What would you do?

“You should just ask Y/N out. It’s not that hard!” A little imaginary Ranpo exclaimed in his right ear.

Fukuzawa ignored the tiny menace and focused on your stories about your weekend. Your soothing voice and bubbly excitement were enough to squish the nuisance to oblivion.

It’s always somewhat bothered him that you yourself never asked him to go out with you – even just as a friend. Aren’t you close? You’ve had wild adventures alone with people who were barely acquaintances, but the most you’ve ever invited Fukuzawa to was for drinks at a fancy bar after a long week. Did you just not like him enough?

“Which reminds me,” your tone suddenly changed, snapping him out of his thoughts “Are you free next Saturday?”

No, no he wasn’t. Morning ‘til night he was swamped. “What for?”

“I was thinking that maybe we should go watch that movie you were talking about last. Dinner’s on me, too! I feel like I owe you this much, plus I’m not going to see you for some time after I leave this Sunday.”

The little imaginary Ranpo popped up beside his ear once more.

“Damn that’s unlucky.”

“Be quiet.”

---

The rains were pouring heavier than ever.

The windows were being battered by water and wind and the steel skies made noon seem like night. That meant no difference in Fukuzawa’s workload, however, and he continued to read and sign papers like usual.

The tea Haruno had just placed before him would cool down faster than normal, he had to remind himself. There’s no enjoyment in drinking cold tea that tastes like lead.

The noise from the storm outside grows louder yet for Fukuzawa there was a sort of comfort in it. His thoughts eased by the warm tea felt secure; it was as if only he could hear them. Not that many people could (even Ranpo sometimes doesn’t get what he’s thinking) – nevertheless, he let his mind and heart wander together for a moment.

You had promised to keep your Saturday free just in case his would turn up free as well. Since then he’d been hoping that somehow his meetings would just disappear, yet it seems that even if that did happen the heavy rains prevented any “date” from taking place at all.

His eyes landed on his untouched phone. Would it hurt to ask if he could meet you once more before you left? It was already in the middle of the work week and you must have already made plans with other important people in your life. As much as he didn’t want to intrude, he just couldn’t resist the desire to meet you again. He just had to. Even if you were just going to grab something quick to eat. Even if it was just a short walk to the station. Even if it was just for a single passing moment.

He was afraid that he might never see you again.

“President,” Haruno knocked and peeked inside. “I’m here to confirm your schedule for the rest of the week until the next. Some clients rescheduled their meetings…”

She continued to explain things for him, scribbling on the clipboard she placed on his desk. His mind barely took in any information but one portion stood out to him.

“They wanted to move it from Saturday afternoon to Tuesday morning…”

As she finally ended her rundown of the next 7 days’ schedule, he glanced once more at the portion for this Saturday’s activities.

“That means there’s nothing by Saturday afternoon?”

 “Yes, sir.”

The moment she left, he quickly picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

---

Fukuzawa prayed unusually hard that morning. Please let this afternoon be spared from the storm, he begged, or else the trains may stop working and you’d have to cancel. Not now when he put in the extra effort and anxiety into today’s affairs.

He bothered to wear something a little different. Still the usual yukata but the fabric and colors were slightly more refined. One would assume that he simply had an important event that night and not think about it twice. But of course there were some who knew the truth.

“Don’t worry too much about it, Boss.” The real Ranpo surfaced from the Agency’s couch. “It’s gonna be fine.”

Fukuzawa grumbled in response. The weather wasn’t the only thing that was unpredictable, he thought, and it’s not like he had much experience to prepare for this in the first place.

“As long as you’re honest it’s gonna be fine,” the detective repeated.

But could he really be, given that he’s been trying to hide these feelings for so long?

So far, only the warm sun and sparse clouds filled the bright sky. Now he was waiting patiently for you to arrive at the garden you wanted to walk around at. It had a traditional sort of arrangement, one which he very much liked. He wondered if that meant you had chosen this place out of consideration for him but he quickly dispelled the thought the moment his heart began to latch onto it.

Fortunately, his mind didn’t have to wander for much longer.

“Yu-kun!”

You waved your hand as you ran to him, not at all worried if you slip on the pavement. The uncontrollable thrill at seeing him in a setting like this had made your legs move faster than you thought they could.

“D-did you wait long?”

“Not at all,” he replied, a small smile present on his lips.

There weren’t as many people in the garden as he had hoped. Just like the weather, things seemed to be going well. Too well, even. Your conversation was nothing short of meaningful and pleasant, and the scenery had only heightened the experience.

Suddenly, a drop of water tickled your nose.

“Is it drizzling?”

Before either of you knew it the rain began to fall. With only one umbrella at hand you two dashed for the nearest gazebo, both of your garment almost getting completely soaked by the sudden downpour.

“I guess dinner will have to wait…”

Your eyes were glued to the skies but your mind was fixed on the man beside you. Without him saying a word, you could tell he was beyond disappointed. That was the last thing you wanted from the person whose smile you wanted to see the most.

The shame clung to you more than patches of your wet clothes.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I should have-“ the words got caught up in your throat. Now was not the time to be emotional. “I knew this might happen and yet I chose this place. I’m sorry-“

“There’s nothing to apologize for. It’s not your fault.”

His low voice was softer than usual so you had to scoot over closer to hear him. The rain had dampened not just his words but also his temperament, it seems. But had you moved an inch closer you might have noticed the conflicted yet bashful expression on his face.

“There’s… something I’ve been curious about since I called.”

“Yeah?”

“If I said today were to be a proper date, would you have come?”

His eyes remained focused on the grey sheet covering the garden, yet his ears were still attentive to your small gasp. He wasn’t ready to look at your face let alone your feet from the embarrassment. Strange how even at his age his entire body managed to react so violently.

“I-“ Your lips struggled to form the words your heart had been screaming since the very beginning. “O-of course I would.”

Finally, his head slowly turned to face your own. Surprised eyes met gleeful ones, and soon they all softened just the same. For several silent but serene moments, only the sound of the pouring rain and beating hearts filled the space.

“Can I ask you something, then?”

“Of course.”

“If I asked you out on a date after I come back, would you say yes?”

Your cheeks began to turn scarlet the moment you spoke and only darkened when he chuckled lightly. This warmer side of Fukuzawa felt so surreal to you that if he hadn’t gently grazed his calloused fingers on yours, you might have thought this was all a dream.

“Yes I would, without question.”

[bullshxtvixen]

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Word Count: 5.1k

Song: Put It On Me - Matt Maeson 

Warnings: 18+, Coercion(dubcon themes), size kink, cream pie, virginity kink, corruption kink, rough sex, spitting, spanking, light choking, light assplay(I couldn’t help myself), dom!bokuto(he’s kind of an ass oops).

A/N: So uh, it’s finally here…My first fic in two months and i’m ngl, i’ve been dreading posting for so long, but i tried to give you guys something good for my return, so please let me know what you think and go easy on me, i’m a little rusty sksks. However, this is a gift for @thekraziesreside because she drew me them most amazing Kenma x Me icon and i needed to pay her back somehow!!

Shoutout to my amazing friends @deathcab4daddy​, @dymphnasprose​ and @spicykzumeknma​, who i’m sure are sick of beta reading this by now and having me freaking out about posting it. Thank you for all your grammar corrections that I will probably never learn from, I love you all

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“I-I’m a virgin.”

The words slip from your tongue before you can stop them.

The large hands that had been tracing the contours of your body stilled. You had to stop yourself from flinching when his intense golden stare shot to your face.

“What…” He let the word trail off, a well-practised mask of surprise coming into place on his features.

It was second nature to him now, letting his face morph into whatever expression he needed it to at a moments notice. No one ever suspected the friendly Ace of being anything other than a good guy, and really, he wasn’t a bad guy. No, he just relished in taking the innocence of unsuspecting women who easily fell into his trap.

Like you.

“I’m a virgin, Kou.” Even though you were straddling him, you still had to look up to meet his eyes. 

With the tips of your ears burning, you moved to get off of his lap as if you could escape from your embarrassing confession. You couldn’t believe you’d openly admitted you were an inexperienced virgin to the guy you’d only just met a week ago.  A mutual friend had introduced the two of you, and you’d quickly fallen for his ‘nice guy’ act.

You hadn’t even put a foot on the floor before you were pulled back and thrown into the pillows. The weight of Bokuto’s body was quick to settle on top of you, pressing you down into the plush mattress. 

“What are y-” before you could finish your sentence, your wrists were pinned above your head, rendering your arms useless in his firm grip. The muscles in your abdomen tightened at his rough treatment, and you couldn’t stop the small gasp that fell from your lip. Turning your head to the side, you tried in vain to hide your flustered expression.

Bokuto felt his cock twitch in the grey sweats that hung low on his hips.

The innocent ones were always the most responsive. He fought off a grin as the thought crossed his mind.

“Did you really think I was going to let you get away after telling me something like that?” He growled, warm breath ghosting over your face and across your neck. He watched with a glint in his eyes as you shivered under him. 

Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

“Do you know what that means, little bird?”

Your heart raced at the nickname.

Could he make you sing for him?

Certain he could hear your heartbeat fluttering like a hummingbird's wings in your chest, you silently prayed for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. The mortification you felt was palpable in the space between you.

Bokuto thought it was cute how bashful you were, so unsure and unwilling to show him your real feelings, even though your body told him everything he needed to know. Still, he’d have you voicing your innermost desires sooner or later- it was only a matter of time.

“Well?” He pressed, not allowing you to dwell on your thoughts any longer. He didn’t want to have to put in too much effort to break you.

Your voice was small and unsure when you answered him, eyes looking anywhere but his direction, “No.” 

He was so close, closer than any man had ever been before. The proximity made it hard to think straight as the warmth of his body seeped into your bones, and his masculine scent invaded your senses. 

It was almost stifling.

His tongue darted out, licking a wet strip up the side of your exposed neck before pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. He felt you shiver beneath him before pulling back and watching a deep blush journey down to your chest. It was so pure...He couldn’t wait to be the one to defile your virtue.

Gently grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger, he turned your face until you had no option but to meet his simmering gaze. 

Begrudgingly, you looked up at the man looming over you and found he was already observing your flustered expression. He stared so openly and without shame that you began to squirm under him.

Bokuto saw your blush deepen further and wondered what you’d look like when he eased his cock inside your virgin hole.

Would your eyes roll into the back of your head? Would your nails imbed themselves in his back? Or maybe you’d simply cry out in pain and pleasure as he ripped through your innocence?

All kinds of scenarios whirled around in his brain, sending his mind into overdrive. 

Unconsciously, he ground the head of his cock against your clothed slit and was rewarded when he heard your sharp intake of breath. 

Heat pooled in his groin. 

It was such a pretty sound. He wanted more, and he didn’t need to feel the slick collecting in the crotch of your underwear to know your feelings mirrored his.

His smile was predatory as he answered.

“It means that I’ll be the first person to fill your tight little pussy up with cum. I’ll stretch your walls around my cock and pump you so full that it’ll be dripping out of you for days.” 

The lewd words fell from his mouth with ease, and you found yourself shifting as your body all of a sudden became too warm as if the temperature in the room had spiked, but you knew it was his words alone that had caused your reaction.

You hated how easily he affected you.

“I bet you want me to corrupt your sweet little body, don’t you?” He already knew the answer.

Your body responded of its own accord, turning into putty beneath him. Your hips rolled against his as your back arched off the bed at the feeling of his cock nudging against your clit. The knot in your stomach tightened. 

The grip on your wrists tightened. Bokuto took a few steadying breaths, struggling to hold himself back. You seemed so tiny and fragile as you lay beneath his brawny form, and he was scared he would break you if he gave in to his own desires too soon.

Maybe that’s what you wanted. The sadistic voice in the back of his mind purred. 

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice wavered as you answered him honestly. Doubt had begun to gnaw at your gut. Waiting didn’t seem like the worst idea- there was no rush, after all.

He closed his eyes for a split second to hide the annoyance that no doubt flickered through them. When he reopened them, he became the personification of a bird of prey, and you were his next meal.

Your mouth became dry as you lied entrapped by his stare.

“Come on, I can make you feel good.” As if he was digging his talons in to prevent your escape, he rolled his hips against yours once more, making sure that his cock rubbed firmly over your swelling clit. The side of his mouth quirked up when a tentative moan left your parted lips. 

“That’s it, you like that, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good, don’t you, little bird?” another roll of his hips, and he watched the doubt dissolve away for now.

“Koutarou...please.” Your voice was small, uncertain as you begged. 

You didn’t know what you were begging for, you just knew he could give it to you, whatever it was.

Golden eyes flashed at the way your voice was saturated with need. For a moment he thought that maybe you weren’t a virgin, but instead, a succubus, come to steal his soul. 

He would let you.

The weight of his body left yours, and in seconds, you were stripped of all of your clothing, which was thrown haphazardly around the room. His soon followed.

Eager eyes drank in the sight of your naked body before him. Your skin was so beautiful and unmarred by another person, so enticing and begging for his touch. Soon you would be littered in his marks as he lay claim to your body, inside and out.

Growing self-conscious under his prolonged stare, you tried in vain to cover your most intimate parts.

“There’s no use trying to hide from me. I’m going to become well-acquainted with your body by the time I’m done with you.”

A gasp escaped your lips when his fingers reached down and ghosted over your folds. A groan left him when he felt just how wet you were.

“Well, looks like someone’s already dripping at the thought of being ruined by my cock- isn’t that cute?” Though his tone was mocking, his words still sent excitement trickling down your spine.

Spreading your lips, he circled a thick finger around your twitching entrance, smiling devilishly when you whined for him. Through heavy-lidded eyes, he witnessed your jaw go slack as he eased the first finger past the slick opening, surprised when he was met with little resistance. 

Soon he was able to work himself knuckle-deep, and your walls fluttered around him in welcome.

Such a slutty pussy for someone so untouched. 

“You’re so tight, baby. Your pussy’s sucking my finger in so nicely; I bet you’re going to feel amazing when I stuff my cock inside.”

You groaned as his fingers started to move within your previously untainted walls. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling like you’d feared it would be- it was almost like a welcoming pressure had settled deep within you. 

“Kou… more.” 

A chuckle met your ears in line with his warm lips brushing against your pubic bone, “Your wish is my command.”

When the second finger was added, the discomfort became evident on your face. He didn’t pause his movements; instead, their pace increased as pain and pleasure fought for dominance at the apex of your thighs.

“That’s it, you can do it. The pain will stop soon,” At that moment he chose to curl his fingers and press them against the spongy spot deep within your sopping cunt. The pain dulled and was overshadowed by pleasure as he played with your body as if it were an instrument he was fine-tuning. 

“Ah- fuck, I-” Your breathing accelerated as the pressure in the pit of your stomach began to increase . Your hips started to buck up off the bed when his thumb joined his ministrations and began working tight circles against your clit. Sparks of excitement like nothing you’d felt before shot through your veins. Stringing thoughts together became almost impossible.

If this was what his fingers could do, you weren’t sure you’d be able to remain sane once his cock entered you.

“There it is,” he cooed, fingertips rubbing against the same spot, this time with a little more vigour, “God, you look so beautiful with my fingers inside you, you’re drenching them, baby.”

A thick fog came over your mind as they stroked and stretched your walls, creating a pressure in your abdomen that threatened to overflow at any second. It almost scared you, and yet, you couldn’t prevent your hips from desperately grinding down against his hand.

“More,” you cried, your breaths beginning to come out in pants.

The wet squelching sounds of your pussy filled the room as his hand became a blur between your thighs. The sound only added to your arousal.

When your legs began to quake, he lowered his head and added his mouth to the mix, suckling skillfully at your puffy clit. His lips were cool as they attached themselves to your heated skin, the difference in temperature causing a prolonged whine to leave you.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, his fingers working your insides, coiling, stroking and stretching until the pressure that had been steadily rising in your stomach finally exploded within your body. It erupted from your core, spreading through you like wildfire.

Your hands found hair, pulling and twisting the soft locks as you came hard around his fingers. He moaned at the flash of pain in his scalp- causing his own desire to heighten. Your walls pulsed as he continued to curl his fingers against your g-spot. 

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, Kou, fuck, oh god, oh god!” Your cries of delight were music to Bokuto’s ears. It excited him so much that he couldn’t help but gently rut his hips into the mattress. His cock was painfully hard now, and precum leaked freely from his swelling tip. He needed to be inside you soon or he’d lose his mind.

Pulling his fingers from your pussy, you watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth and began to eagerly lap at them. 

“Koutarou…That was....” Your brain was still riding its high, unable to give you an end to your sentence.

He pulled his hand from his mouth, “I told you I’d make you feel good. Now, before I fuck your brains out, why don’t you see how good you taste?”

The musky smell of your arousal filled your nostrils as he brought his fingers to your lips.

“Open.” It wasn’t a request.

At your hesitance, he quirked a brow, “I promise you taste amazing. Now, open.”

You obeyed, still riding the endorphin high he’d pulled from your body. Because of this, you didn’t even notice that he’d reached over and pressed record on his phone that was propped up on the nightstand. He’d made sure to angle it so the camera pointed directly at your face.

He found people were much more...compliant... if he had video footage he could use against them in the event that they changed their minds.

With a grin, he placed the two fingers he’d had knuckle deep in your cunt against your tongue.

The tart taste of your release was quick to spread over your tastebuds. His eyes darkened when you began to swirl your tongue around his fingers, lightly sucking on them until they were completely clean of your arousal. 

It was so erotic that you found it hard to maintain eye contact. 

He released a shaky breath before pulling his fingers from your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’.

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” He teased, allowing one of his hands to come to rest next to your head while the other reached between your bodies. Taking his length in his hand, he watched a mix of anticipation and fear come over your features when you looked down.

Your audible gulp was heard in the silence that followed.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but this was beyond anything your mind had come up with. Even though you’d never had sex before, you knew he was big. His cock was thick and heavy where it hung between his legs. Veins ran along the sides of his shaft, the largest one snaking directly down the centre before splitting in two near the swollen head. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like having something so big inside your body.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Your voice wavered, doe-eyes shining with fear as they met his.

He acknowledged your fear with a condescending sneer, “Oh, little bird, you really think you have a choice?” he nodded towards the nightstand.

The blood in your veins turned icy, and your body began to tremble as you lay eyes on the phone, screen open and recording.

Breathing became difficult as panic rose in your chest. You’d been so naive. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“It’s been recording for the last couple of minutes. Now,” his rough fingers came to rest against the sides of your throat, squeezing lightly as he brought his face just inches from yours, “you can either behave, and this will feel amazing for both of us, or you can be a brat, and the only person this is going to be fun for is me. Not to mention, I’ll send the video around to every person you know, including your boss.” 

At the mention of your boss, your whole body deflated. He had you right where he wanted you. While the thought of your friends and family seeing the video was mortifying, you couldn’t risk losing your job. Your virginity was a small price to pay to make sure the video stayed hidden.

Anger bloomed in your chest as you leered up at the spiky-haired man, but you had no fight in you. It was useless to even try.

“If I do this, you’ll make it go away?” You tried to make your voice sound confident, but it cracked at the end.

He couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his face when he realised you were giving in, “Of course- no one else will ever see it.”

He watched the internal battle going on behind your mind before your eyes hardened.

“Fine, so be it. I’ll play your sick game.” You spat, what else did you have to lose?

Bokuto’s eyes widened when you reached down and removed his hand from his length before replacing it with your own. It was softer than you’d imagined, yet firm at the same time. Like steel encased in velvet. 

“You like the feeling of my cock, baby? It’ll feel even better when I'm balls deep inside you. You’ll be my little slut and take it all like a good girl, won’t you?”

The man above you let out a rumbling moan from deep within his chest when your fingers flexed around him, head falling against your chest. Your wavering hands felt so small as they struggled to circle his impressive girth. It again reminded him of the size difference between the two of you.

Your eyes darted between him and the phone. He took the hint and reached over, turning the phone off and laying it flat against the nightstand.

He turned back to you with a smug smirk. 

You wanted to slap the look right off his face, but violence would probably result in the video being circulated faster.

Resigning yourself to your fate, you dipped the head of the thick muscle between your folds. Your slick coated it instantly. Lining him up with your entrance, you waited for him to meet your gaze. When he did, he saw the hatred burning in them. It made his cock throb in your palm.

When he pressed his hips forward, all at once, the air left your body as heat flooded your core.

Bokuto studied your face intently, drinking in the way your pupils dilated and your mouth dropped open into a silent moan. If he could burn one image into his mind, it was your face at that moment as he stole the last remnants of your innocence from you.

“Hng-fuck...it feels...s-so-” Your hands blindly grasped at his broad shoulders, seeking some kind of anchor as the burning feeling of his cock threatening to split you open sent your mind into a frenzy.

“So what, baby?” He cooed, body tense above you. “How does it feel? Come on, little bird, use your words.”

Nails dug into his shoulder blades as he worked himself into you. Hissing out a breath, he savoured the way your lower muscles clenched around his girth before relaxing, only to repeat the motion moments later, pulling him deeper into your heated sheath.

“So full. So so full, so fucking good.” You whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. It was a fullness, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Every nerve in your body had come to life, and a familiar heat began to pool in your lower body once again. Bokuto’s control began to slip, and he soon realised he was trembling above you in an effort to hold back. Heat was surging through his own body, clouding his mind and bringing him closer to his climax. If he didn’t move soon...

“Ah, fuck, I need…” He couldn’t finish the rest of his sentence, his mind was lost to the beast you’d unleashed inside of him. With a harsh snap of his hips, he sheathed the rest of his cock inside your wet heat.

A scream ripped from your throat as your poor cunt was suddenly filled to the brim with the Ace’s cock. His hips lay flush against yours as he bottomed out inside you, the plush head of his length kissing your cervix. He stretched your body in such a sinful way that for a second, you forgot how to breathe. 

Even though you never wanted anything to do with him and the thought of him being inside you made you feel sick, you couldn’t stop your body’s natural reaction to him.

On instinct, your legs wrapped around his hips, heels pressing against his ass. You didn’t know where your confidence had come from, and in your lust-driven craze, you didn’t care. In fact, it was almost as if a switch had been flicked in your mind. All you knew was that you craved him.

“Shit, you’re choking my cock with that sweet little pussy. Fuck.”

“Koutarou...move. Please.” You panted, cutting him off, “I need you to move, now.”

The heels of your feet dug into his ass while you simultaneously rolled your hips into his. The movement sent flares of desire straight to your core.

Bokuto didn’t need to be told twice.

The first few of his thrusts were short and practised as if he was testing whether or not your body could handle him. When he was met with mewls and whimpers, he couldn’t stop himself from picking up his pace and slamming mercilessly into your greedy pussy. 

The pressure you’d experienced before started to build once again, only this time it felt more intense, almost out of control as you writhed beneath him.

There were many ways you’d imagined losing your virginity; slow, soft, romantic sex with someone you’d known for years; gentle caresses and stolen kisses beneath a slither of moonlight as your lover whispered loving words into your ear.

This was nothing like that. 

Bokuto’s thrusts were bruising, unforgiving, and the power behind each one jolted your entire body. He was animalistic as he fucked into you.

This wasn’t love-making. This was rough, hard fucking, and you found yourself growing intoxicated as you were forced to drink in every sensation he was pulling from you. 

He’d been wrong before, you weren’t like the other girls at all. They’d all cried and begged for him to go easy. But you, you thrived on him using your body, even savoured the feeling of being fucked like a whore.

The realisation made his head spin. If you liked being fucked like a whore, he was happy to oblige.

A strangled cry echoed through the room when his teeth latched onto the sensitive skin of your nipple. His hot tongue swirled around the pebbled nub, sending bolts of desire splintering through you as the pressure inside you bubbled up and threatened to explode at any moment.

His mouth left you all too soon.

“Such a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well. Who knew a virgin could be such a dirty little slut? I bet you’re loving this, being used like a cocksleeve.” The words left his mouth in a rush as if he’d forget them if he didn’t get them out fast enough. 

Leaning back, he hooked his arms beneath your knees, still continuing his assault on your cunt. He couldn’t help but reach around and press a hand on your stomach. Desire stirred in his groin when he felt himself moving beneath his palm. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot. I’m practically in your stomach…” His words died off when he felt your walls begin to spasm.

“Kou, I’m- fuck- I’m going to cum.”

No, he wouldn’t let you cum just yet, it was too soon. He knew if he drew it out much longer, you’d be too sore for another round, but he wanted- no, he needed- to test just how far he could corrupt you.

Without thinking, he leant over your body and allowed a string of his saliva to slowly drip from his mouth. It gave you enough time to move if it was too much for you.

You didn’t move. No, instead you eagerly stuck your tongue out and waited for his spit to drip onto it, like a puppy begging for a treat.

When you swallowed it with a smirk on your face, he finally lost all semblance of control.

You weren’t entirely sure what happened next, but next thing you knew, you were stomach-down on the bed.

“Wha-”

The sound of impact as Bokuto’s hand met the supple flesh of your ass rang in your ears. You barely had time to register the searing heat blooming across your rear before he brought his hand down again on the opposite side.

“Get that fucking ass in the air.” 

Bringing your knees under you and sticking your ass out as much as you could, you waited for his next move as your orgasm began to dwindle.

Bokuto bit his lip as he watched you present yourself to him, puffy lips glistening in the dim light.

Gripping your hip with one hand, he used the other to give your ass a few slaps with his length before realigning himself with your entrance. You were so wet and stretched so well that with a harsh snap of his hips, his entire length was buried deep in you with no resistance.

“Fuck!” Your voice was hoarse as you cried out from being stuffed with his cock again.

The angle this new position set had his cock dragging along your walls, caressing them as he fucked into your heat. The new pace he set was brutal as he chased his own high.

Skin against skin became the only sound in the room as his weighty balls slapped against your clit- each time the coil in your stomach tightened.

Your body stiffened when you heard him spit, followed by the feel of moisture coming into contact at the top of your ass.

He’d been lost in his mind as he watched your puffy slit suck in his length, and when his eyes travelled up to the puckered hole just above, he couldn’t help himself.

“Don’t worry,” He spread the spit around your pucker with his thumb before gently applying pressure, “I’ll ruin this hole next time, little bird. But first, I want you to get an idea of just how good I can be to you.”

When his thumb slipped past the tight ring of muscle, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

A sense of euphoria settled deep within you as you lay there and let the Ace pound into you with reckless abandon.

Bokuto became drunk on the cries he was sure you didn’t even realise were falling from your mouth as drool pooled beneath your cheek and turned the bedsheets a darker shade.

It wouldn’t be long now. He could feel his balls tightening as heat spread through his body. Not to mention, your legs had started to quiver with the first signs of your release.

“You ready to come for me again, baby?” His hips never faltered from the harsh pace he’d set.

“I can’t...too much...fuck.”

He found it almost endearing that you thought you had a choice. 

“Wrong answer.”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to fuck you any harder, but a last burst of energy had him pistoning his hips into you with such force that you had to reach above your head and press a shakey hand against the headboard to stop your body from jolting forward.

Your body couldn’t take much more stimulation and seconds later you cried out your release into the mattress.

Your first orgasm was nothing compared to the pure ecstasy you felt in those following moments as you came hard around the thick muscle still pumping into your aching walls.

Stars flashed across your vision as your toes curled, and your hands blindly clawed at the mattress. It was as if you’d been washed out to sea in an ocean of bliss, and you had no choice but to ride the waves crashing through you.

Bokuto’s thrust became sporadic until finally, his body went taut behind you, balls tightening as he emptied his seed into your spasming walls. 

His cum was warm as it splashed against your cervix, staining every inch of your insides with the thick fluid.

White noise rang in your ears as your body rode out its chemical high.

Bokuto pulled his thumb and cock from your holes once his balls were empty. Once removed, your body collapsed to the side, exhausted.

Bokuto’s own energy was about to run out, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your twitching cunt. His cum had started to dribble out from between your swollen lips in a steady stream of white.

Instinct had him reaching out and pressing as much of it back into your body as he could. He ignored the weak cries that the action coaxed from your mouth as his fingers brushed against tender flesh.

He’d fucked you raw. 

You’d be sore for days after this. Hell, a dull ache had settled in his own muscles.

With a groan, he used the last of his energy to scoop your thoroughly fucked body off the bed and carry you the short distance to the bathroom. Placing you gingerly down into the toilet seat, he only let go when he was sure you weren’t going to fall face-first onto the cold tile floor.

Grabbing a small cloth, he made quick work of rubbing the musky smell of sex from your body before jumping into the shower and ridding himself of the thin layer of sweat sticking to him. The warm water felt amazing against his skin, and suddenly, tiredness came over him. All of his limbs felt heavy as if weights had been attached to them. He’d definitely been rougher than he meant to- fucking never usually took this much out of him.

You’d been so lost in your after-sex daze that he almost jumped out of his skin when you finally spoke.

“So...When can we go again?” Your voice was far more lucid than he’d expected. It seemed in your daze you’d forgotten your hatred towards him. He knew some gentle persuasion was all it would take to unlock your inner animal.

Raising a brow, he turned to see a sly smile creep onto your face as you sat naked on his toilet. 

You at least had the decency to blush at your request.

“I mean...that’s if you want to. Oh, and you’d better delete that video or I’ll rip your cock off and shove it down your throat.”

He thought you might just be a succubus after all.

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