#Delayyyy

[crowtheflow]

For the annon who sent an ask, sorry for a bit of a delay, but I gotta write a LOT. So I'm going to wait until I'm on my pc to write it

Thanks for understanding!

[rhodophoria]

*Chokes on a suspiciously shaped Sanguinary item in my throat- coughs it back out*

So ..any other tidbits you like to share, ma'am?

oh,,,, well i guess i can share this bit since you so kindly brought it back /silly /lh

(🔞 suggestive tw: risky, public, nearly caught)

Your fingers brush softly against the front of his pants, a sharp intake of breath sounding near your ear. Your touch rises, tracing his belt buckle, curling over the polished metal. The thought of sinking to your knees before him flickers through your mind. Eager for a taste, to see if he can make the same noises so intently forced from your own lips. Trapped between the roll of his hips and the hard wall behind you. You want to—

“Oi! Who's there?”

The surly voice of a night watchman echoes from the alley entrance. You choke on a gasp, breaking whatever spell the two of you were under. His hand shoots up to cover your mouth, stifling the sound with practiced ease as he glances calmly over his shoulder. You're not quite sure how to feel, seeing how accustomed he seemed to that gesture. But after a beat of silence, the hand travels down your neck, across your shoulder and down your arm to clutch your hand. He turns back to you.

“Come out where I can see you!”

A dangerously alluring smile brightens his face as he presses a single finger to his teeth. He tilts his head, shooting you a look. A silent question. 

Will you play this game with him?

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Troupe Members Blog Update - 5/2/2025

Announcing The Availability Of The Previous Limited Blogs - Tsuzuru Minagi

Hello. I’m Tsuzuru Minagi from the Spring Troupe.

Our relay blog ended yesterday. Things started out smoothly after the sentence I wrote, but then they took a weird turn… I think that’s one of the thrills of a relay. And in the end, it all went back to where it was supposed to. It was pretty amazing how Arisugawa-san got us back on track in the home stretch.

Once the members of our troupe started talking about the relay story they just couldn’t stop.  They also mentioned that since we had a set theme this time, it made things easier. There were some rather unsettling scenes last time, after all…

The only thing our two relay stories have in common is that they both ended happily. That doesn’t mean that a tragic ending isn’t interesting in its own way, of course. But I believe that a happy ending is the best fit for a story written by everyone in MANKAI Company.

Thank you very much for watching this story unfold over the past few days.

I’ve gone on for too long, but everyone’s blogs will be available for viewing for a limited time until [2/8 23:59].

Feel free to look through them again if you’d like to hear everyone’s voices again, or if you missed any of them. I highly recommend you also listen to Furuichi-san narrating the entire story by himself.

Thanks for reading. This has been Tsuzuru Minagi from the Spring Troupe.

[ulircursed]

:run: :run: :run: :mymelodyrunemote: she wants to check on andrei, of course, because that's what alive friends do, and bernadetta likes to think she's gradually learning more and more about how to be a better one.

better at being a friend. (maybe better at being alive.)

"um, i...! i made this! for you," she stammers; and she fumbles once, twice with the plushie in her hands in her flustered attempt to present it, but catches it just in time. bernadetta offers it out to him: stitched with care, velvet and soft, the likeness of buttermilk the horse in stuffy form. "bernie heard your birthday was coming up, but this gift is separate from that. because i heard something about clowns, too, and wanted to make sure you were okay."

After a harrowing month, the sound of ocean waves too close all the time, Andrei finds himself craving the solid landscape Garreg Mach has to offer, and he spends more time than before sitting aboveground in the afternoon sun, instead of returning right away to the Abyss after his days' duties are over.

It makes him easier to locate, and perhaps he shouldn't find it as much of a surprise as he does, being approached by Bernadetta, having a stuffy placed in his arms after what he'd threatened to do to her own.

(Now, far away from the dream- or nightmare-like atmosphere of the island, everything feels more real all of a sudden, and the mention of that time is jarring, uncomfortable. It's still not something he's allowed to run from.)

"It's... really well-made," he says, running a thumb along the soft flank of the toy horse, before Bernadetta's reasoning for the gift has his gaze darting away at the memories that surface of that time.

"...I'm alright," he answers, because that is the easy thing to say, and if his tone falters near the end or if he clutches the soft gift tighter than he means to, he hopes he won't earn scorn for his weakness. He'd heard that she'd won her final battle on the island, and part of him feels he should congratulate her on the hard-earned victory, but his next words fizzle into silence. Acknowledging the events beyond the very surface would make it a little too real. A little too unbearable.

(He does not claim to be brave, not about this.)

Instead, after a long pause, he indicates the stuffed toy in his arms.

"I will make sure to keep it safe from harm," Andrei says solemnly, and trusts that Bernadetta can understand the weight of such a promise.

(Because it's important.)

[pinkopalina]

my patience, tolerance, and understanding leaving my body when people accidentally lie to me

[kashimos-hajime]

—drawing straws | s.r.

summary: "maybe it’s because i dated so many people that i’m jaded."

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

a/n: sorry for the delayyyy academic hatred still going strong! | part of the undateable series

masterlist

They draw lots on who has to walk you home. Between Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, and Ginjima. Kosaku’s left with his girlfriend, and you sit on the steps to the gym, watching as Aran sighs, mixing up the straws behind his back.

“Sorry,” the ace calls over to you, and you shrug, holding your bag to your chest. “It was Atsumu’s idea.”

“’S not my fault we stayed so late this time,” the boy grumbles, throwing a pinned glare at Suna. You rest your chin on your forearms, peeking at him. He stands with his back to you, sports jacket half-falling out of his duffel bag, and he adjusts the strap on his shoulder as Aran orders them to close their eyes.

“Alright. Take your pick.”

They pick their straws as you stand, brushing off your skirt and walking over to them, peeking between Atsumu and Suna. The boys open their eyes, and Gin’s jaw drops as they compare straws. His is the shortest.

You meet his eyes. He smiles nervously. You press your lips together in a thin smile.

“Sorry, Gin.”

“It’s okay.” He runs his thumbs along the undersides of his backpack straps. “We should get going.”

“Okay.” You brace yourself, though, ignoring the sinking feeling you had. It makes you realize you had hoped it’d be someone else. Out of the group of four, you had a two in four chance to draw someone you were close to. Aran pats your head, wishing you a goodnight before heading to where Kita waits, staring at the trees, and you follow his gaze.

As if feeling your stare, the captain waits, and he offers a smile. Lifts a hand to wave. It's all the invite you need. You walk towards him instead, ignoring the second years speaking amongst themselves.

“Do you have a lot of homework?” Kita asks politely. “I apologize for running practice so late today.”

“It’s okay.” You wave it away, smiling.  “I’m used to it now.”

“If you ever need a day off, don’t hesitate to let me know.” 

You open your mouth but Aran slings an arm around your shoulder, grinning. “Our hard working manager taking a day off? Doesn’t sound like her.” You shrug his arm off, rolling your eyes. Aran's voice twinges with faux pain. “Ouch. Fine, if you want us gone, we should get going anyway. Shinsuke and I have a biology quiz tomorrow to study for.”

“Mhm. Okay.” They depart as your classmates catch up, and you turn to Gin again. A faint flush colours his cheeks, even through the darkening dusk light shadowing their faces. A pang of sympathy swells, and you tug at your shirt absently. “Now that they’re gone, you don’t have to walk with me. I won’t tell Aran.”

“What?” Osamu objects. “No. I’ll walk with you if Gin doesn’t wanna.”

“It’s late,” you argue.

“You’re a girl, kuri-kuri,” Atsumu retorts.

“So, what? I’ve walked that way a hundred times before.”

“I really don’t mind,” Ginjima insists.

“We drew straws for a reason,” agrees Osamu.

“Seriously, guys—”

“I can walk her.” Everyone goes silent. Looks to the figure standing just a small distance farther out in their circle. Suna stands there, swiping through his phone, and when no one answers, he looks up with a small frown. “It’s on my way. All of you live in the other direction.”

You frown. Osamu’s hand hovers near yours, and you turn to look at him. He arches an eyebrow in silent question. 

“Okay,” you say aloud, turning to meet his gaze. His eyes catch the moonlight. It reminds you of a silver coin spinning through the air. A game of chance. You wonder if you flipped a coin on whether or not Suna will bring up the fact that you rejected him when you’re left alone with him, what you would hope the answer would be. Surprise flickers through his face. You reach to adjust his jacket so that it won't fall out of his bag. His stare is heavy and hot against your wrist, but you ignore it. Ignore the way your throat dries. The way your heart pounds. “Let’s go, then.”

.

The walk along the road is done in dead silence. The air prickles against your arms, awkward and heavy in your chest, and you stare dolefully at the set of Suna’s shoulders as he walks half a step in front of you. Words bumble around in your mouth, a pathetic attempt of stringing some sort of conversation starter trying to pull itself out of your mouth, but you clutch your bag strap tighter and stop yourself.

It would be entirely embarrassing if he had no idea what you were talking about. Or didn’t care. And knowing Suna, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about a lot of things.

How can he not care about that? You wonder, bewildered. If I asked someone out, I would agonize over their answer no matter what it was.

“Where do you live anyway?”

You start, blinking. Suna hasn’t turned back, but his voice nearly shocked you half to death. “Awaji Island,” you answer. 

“Awaji Island?”

You nod. “I take the bus and train home almost every day.”

Bewildered, Suna’s eyebrows shoot up. “Why do you live there and go to school here?”

“Because I used to live in Nishinomiya, but I had to go back to Awaji Island with my family to take care of my grandfather. I grew up there, so it’s not too bad, and it’s a really pretty place, but with volleyball practices, and you know, not to complain about anything, but—”

“It’s why you’re so time-conscious.”

“Mhm. I don’t want to miss a train and have to call someone to come get me.”

“Why don’t you ever stay at the Miya’s place? You seem close enough with ‘em.”

“Osamu offered,” you admit, “but I don’t want to bother them. We used to be closer when we were kids, but now, it just feels weird sometimes.” He nods, and you look down at the asphalt beneath your feet. The silence again. A root of frustration crawls across your chest. If he wanted to talk, he never had trouble making you do so. You're also more than aware forcing the conversation is more painful than the quiet, but this... this unwavering silence digs underneath your skin. Like Suna expects you to speak and entertain him, and you're his little puppet doing it anyway, except he hasn't ever said anything like that. Never done anything to suggest it. Guilt replaces your every fibre. Suna isn't the guys you've dated. You don't need to conform to what he wants.

At length: “Atsumu and I used to be closer, you know. Can you believe that?”

“I thought he pissed you off.”

“He does. But I was friends with him first.” You inhale, your chest strangely tight and it feels so painful you think you might choke. It surprises you, that feeling that attacks you on this late night with a boy who is barely a friend. A boy who asked you out. 

You immediately snap your mouth shut, letting that ache fester in your chest instead.

“You’re better friends with Osamu.”

“Atsumu and I had a fight,” you inform. “And neither of us ever got over it.”

“What could you have fought over as children that you still hold a grudge over?” Suna snorts, arching an eyebrow.

“I don’t hold a grudge,” you reply. “Everything just changed. Doesn’t that just happen?” You glance at him. “One day, someone decides something feels awkward, and talking about it is hard, so we just don’t.”

“Is that supposed to be about me?”

“You asked me out, and I’ve been ignoring you. You tell me.” Stopping, you wait until he stops too and stare at him. When pale green eyes meet yours, you feel a shiver shoot down your spine and heat rush to your head, but you stand your ground. “Is it awkward for you?”

“We’re in the same homeroom. Every day, you've always said good morning to me, but since last Wednesday, suddenly I’m a stranger.” He hums thoughtfully. “Or, maybe it’s more like I don’t exist.” You chew on your cheek, looking away with a knotted brow and Suna’s voice is laced with amusement when he speaks. “I asked you out and you said no. I’m already over it. Seems like you’re having trouble, though.”

"I... I am not." You completely are. He turns back around, walking further down the street, and you clench your jaw, dissatisfied. "Suna, wait. I wasn't done asking you questions."

"Is this a job interview?"

No, you think stubbornly. The answer felt hollow, practiced. That's all. You can't let that go. “Suna Rintarou.”

“I don’t want to be here anymore than you do,” he complains, but you cut him off, stopping in a circle of streetlight.

“Was it a dare?” His footsteps pause. You don’t dare look at him, and hug yourself tightly, refusing to move. The squirming in your heart makes you feel a little nauseous, and you try to ignore it, but the more you try, the more you feel it. That nagging that something’s wrong. You never ignore your gut, and it is screaming at you that everything about Suna is trying to trick you. You don’t know why, but you can’t shut up around him, and that’s trouble. It’s a warning siren deafening your thoughts. “Asking me out. Was it a dare?”

A beat. “It wasn’t a dare,” he says slowly. 

“Then why?”

“Why did I ask you out?”

“Yes. You don’t… you don’t do that. You’ve never asked anyone out before, and you’ve never said yes to anyone who asked you out. A lot of girls have. I know they have.” Your eyes meet his. Your heart starts skidding when you notice his expression. One eyebrow arched, chin slightly tilted. He looks so… unamused. It irritates you, makes you want to scream. You’re an idiot. Why would you even tell him that? To prove that you’re just as obsessed with drama as everyone else? “If you start saying something about how school gossip is petty, and boring, and entirely untrue, I know, but—”

“You’re beautiful.”

Your jaw snaps shut. 

His hands slide into his pockets, and he shrugs.

“I asked because you’re beautiful, and I wanted to.”

“There are other pretty girls,” you argue weakly. Jisun, and Mina, and Chiya from Class 5, and Izumi, who Suna had rejected right in front of you months back. 

“Pretty, sure,” he agrees, but does not elaborate further, and you frown. The corner of his lip curves up. “Look. You need to get on that train. I want to go home. We don’t have to talk about this anymore.”

“But—”

“Unless you want to go out with me.”

Your protest dies, and you open and close your mouth repeatedly like some broken animatronic. Suna breaks out into an amused smile, eyes squinting with the smugness of the devil, and you pull your lips into a tight line, looking away. 

“I’m just kidding.”

But his voice is softer, warmer. You peek at him under your eyelashes, and the way he watches you, the way his eyebrows and lips move into an incredibly fond expression, makes your face heat up.

“C’mon,” he murmurs in that same quiet voice. “Let’s go.”

He waits for you to catch up, and when they walk, their elbows keep brushing. You try not to stare, but you can’t help it. Whatever he’s thinking isn’t privy to you, but either way, you wish you knew. 

You lean in. “You know what they call me, right?”

“It’s a stupid nickname,” he answers, waving a hand lazily. “No one’s ‘undateable.’”

“Says the boy who’s never had a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, says the boy who doesn’t want one, either.”

“You don’t?” Cocking your head, you try to gauge his expression but as he faces forward, it’s infuriatingly placid. “Why not?”

“Because I have school, and volleyball. I don’t have time.” He shrugs. “And I just don’t want one.”

“I see.”

“How about you?”

"Hm?"

“Why do you date so many people?”

You flinch. “Because I want to.”

“Sure.” He doesn’t sound convinced.

“And,” you continue, “because I just… I don’t know. I just want it. Love, that is. I want to be loved the way girls are in books and movies and shows. Is that so bad?”

“Maybe not,” he says. “But considering your pool is a bunch of high school boys, I’d say your standards are a little too high.”

You nod. It had been something of a conclusion you’d drawn yourself. Either way, swearing off dating had been the right choice. The peace you’ve had since has been unparalleled.

“That’s why I don’t want a boyfriend right now,” you find yourself telling him. “I’m sorry I rejected you so harshly.”

“It’s okay.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Why would I not mean it?”

“I don’t know. Because people never say what they mean.”

“Don’t you sound a little jaded for someone who dates so many people?”

“Maybe it’s because I dated so many people that I’m jaded,” you tease. He scoffs, but he’s smiling again, and you internally cheer. You count it as a win. “But you think so?”

“Think your romanticism is warranted?” he asks. “No. I think it’s stupid. But you’ll find someone who has that same stupid idea because they want the same kind of love. Because that’s who they are.” Finally, his gaze meets yours. “Not because they want to date the hot girl.”

When they reach the train station, Suna pats your head. Through the station, the announcement of the incoming trains warns you of your time slipping away.

“Don’t miss the train,” he tells you. “See you tomorrow.” 

“Okay. See you.”

He nods, before turning and beginning to walk the way the two of them came. You frown, calling after him.

“I thought you said this was on your way.”

Suna glances over his shoulder. “Get home safe.”

A half-hearted wave. He doesn’t look back. 

Your shoulders fall, and your lips part as the realization sinks in. Looking down at your wallet, you clutch the leather tighter in your fists before spinning around and running down the steps to do as he ordered, shoes tapping on the tile.

Suna Rintarou is dashed from your mind as you slip between the doors of the train, catching your breath.

Wait… 

But if he doesn’t want a girlfriend… why did he…

You let out a groan of frustration, finding a seat on the train and resting your head against the window. You just can’t understand him.

[tiredlilguy]

" Is This... Ok?"|DILFTOBER W4

lost? main masterlist. / dilftober masterlist. / PM masterlist.

a/n: SO SORRY FOR THE DELAYYYY!!! It's been a crazy busy week, and I haven't had time to just sit down at a cafe and just... write TT-TT On top of that, I was really brain dead like all last week, so Saturday I couldn't find myself sitting at my computer. I had to lay down for a while... to be honest I needed the rest. Anyways, ENJOYYY THIS HOT REDHEAD I LOVE HIM >:D this is also on A03! :O

pairing: Oda Sakunosuke X GN!Reader cw: NSFW 18+ (if you are a minor, you will be blocked), proofread, but there may be some mistakes desc: with a small talk over dinner (and with much thought), you decided to allow your boyfriend to take you v card. ~~ kink this week: virginity loss

A warm hand slid under your shirt, making you shiver at the touch.

Oda’s hands were… rough, but at the same time, they were also quite gentle. That tenderness never failed to make you melt, the blush on your face only getting worse.

“ Is this… ok?” Oda’s eyes looked down at you with concern. Well, his usual blank expression stayed the same, but his eyes spoke his true emotions.

You lightly nodded, placing your hand over his to reassure him that you were okay. You looked up at him with sultry eyes and god damn, he was so hot.

The tired eyes looking back at you, the stubble, the messy bedhead, the calloused roughness of his hands combined with his gentle touch.

It never failed to make you fold over, eyes hazy with a clouded mind as you got lost in his eyes.

But then again… How did you get here?

…

You and your boyfriend were sitting across from each other at the kitchen counter in his apartment after a long day of work. There wasn’t anything particularly on your mind as you both ate curry across from each other with the television playing as background noise. Oda never exchanged many words with you around this time, enjoying the shared silence between the both of you. However, as he looked over at the TV, his other hand moved to slide under yours, intertwining your fingers with his with your palm facing down. His thumb trailed over yours as he let out a sigh, placing his spoon off to the side and swallowing the food that was in his mouth.

“ Oda…,” you called out, placing your utensil down and leaning your cheek over your other hand.

“ Mm…,” he only responded with a hum, his eyes still fixated on the illuminated screen.

You hesitated for a second, a certain question on your mind, but relaxed as his thumb swiped over your hand again. You continued,” I got a question to ask you.”

Oda hummed once more, his focus wasn’t towards you, but you could tell he perked up as you spoke to him. You knew he was listening at least. He picked up the beer can that was beside his plate and took a sip.

“ Have you ever had sex before?”

The alcohol that was just about to go down his throat was spat out back into the can immediately as Oda was about to gag on his drink. He beat his chest in an attempt to stop choking, eventually being able to clear his throat.

His voice was a little shaky, as he sighed,” Quite the question.”

“ Well?” you smirked up at him, finding his reaction to your question entertaining.

“ Well… yes, I have,” he answered, a light blush dusting his cheeks,” Though, it wasn’t anything other than just a one-night stand or… no hard feelings attached I guess. Why do you ask?”

You hummed as he answered your question,” Hm… I only ask because I haven’t before.”

Oda nodded, placing the beer can down,” Am I your first love then?”

Shaking your head, your gaze moved down to your empty plate with a blush,” No actually… I’ve never actually gotten to that stage yet, maybe just out of fear or something, but I’d been thinking about it for a while and…”

His rust-red eyes looked over at you, a hint of curiosity and excitement swirling in them.

“ I think I’m ready,” you blurted out nervously. You were unaware of your hand that gripped onto his tighter. He returned that pressure calmly, his thumb running over the skin of your hand.

“ Hey, relax,” he reassured you, rough voice bringing you out of your thoughts as he smiled at you,” It’s ok, don’t worry… I’ll take good care of you.”

You only nodded. The two of you silently agreed, cleaning up after yourselves and placing the dishes in the sink with a certain tension.

…

You followed him into the bedroom, his hand holding yours as you both walked over. All the while, your mind was a little flooded, asking yourself whether you should even be doing this. However, that all went out the window when Oda opened the door to the bedroom, walking over to the bed to sit you both down.

“ I just wanna make sure…,” his other hand moved a strand of hair out of your face,” You’re okay with this?”

You nodded, less shy than you usually have before,” Yes… I want to do this with you. I trust you, Oda.”

“ Hm…,” Oda hummed under his breath as he moved his face closer to yours,” You’re very pretty like this…”

“ Then come kiss me,” a small smirk formed on your lips.

Oda wasted no time, moving his lips on top of yours in a sweet kiss. You kissed back, hand moving around his back as he moved to your waist. The tension in your shoulders and back seemed to go away as you kissed him. You could… relax for once: the trail of thoughts running through your brain started to go away. Kissing him was relieving, you felt as though you didn’t have to think about anything else. His thumbs caressed your waist, sending a shiver up your spine as he kissed you deeper. You relaxed in his cold, as his hands gently placed you down on the bed.

However, the motion makes you jump slightly, causing Oda to stop. He did so, lips moving away from yours as he looked down at you with concern. His hand moved to your cheek, trying to make you comfortable.

“ Hey… you’re ok,” he spoke softly,” Did you want to stop? I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“ N-no… I uhm,” you played with your fingers nervously,” I’m just not used to it. I don’t really know what to do, I guess. Or think about…”

“ I see,” he leaned over you, mouth to whisper in your ear,” How about you just focus on me…? Don’t think about anything else, just focus on what I’m doing to you.”

As he continued to speak, one of his hands caressed your side again.

“ Focus on how you feel, love… How does this feel, hm?”

“ G-good…,” you stuttered with a small gasp.

His hot breath trailed down to your neck, nuzzling his nose under your chin. You felt his knee come in between your legs as he left a small kiss on your neck.

“ You still ok?” he asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

You nodded, letting go of your hands and placing them down on the bed,” I just feel a little hot, I-I guess.”

“ Good,” he smirked, licking a stripe up the side of your neck.

“ Is that good?” you shivered at his actions but tried to relax again.

“ You’re supposed to feel a little hot, sweetheart. Don’t think too much, ok?”

You only nodded in response, letting his continue to touch you: moving to your sides to your shirt to lift it up slightly. He was enjoying taking his time with you, seeing you squirm under his touch. It was cute… watching your eyes become more clouded with lust the more he touched you. One of his hands hooked under your shirt, pushing it up slightly. You lifted your waist, letting him push it up further and eventually helping you out of it: a small hiss came out of your mouth as you felt the cold in the room. However, that feeling was quickly gone as you felt his hands around your waist.

“ So pretty,” he leaned down, placing a kiss on and around your stomach,” So beautiful.”

“ O-Oda,” a soft moan left your mouth as you reacted to his kisses.

“ You’re so beautiful like this, love,” Oda praised, looking up at you with desperate eyes,” Will you let me touch you?”

You nodded again: that heated feeling filling you with desire. You had no idea what he was going to do to you, but you trusted him… and if anything, you almost felt as though you were begging for him to touch you.

Calloused fingers ran down to your pants, hooking over them and tugging them down cautiously. You let out a small yelp, arching your back in nervousness.

“ Shh… my love, you’re ok,” he reassured again, moving up to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, scrunching your nose as he did so. His lips moved to kiss your cheek, your nose, and eventually another one of your lips.

“ I’m just gonna take off your pants and underwear, ‘k?” Oda reassured you, before kissing your jaw and moving back down.

Both of his hands tugged the waistband off your hips.

“ Up,” he gently commanded to you. You did so, lifting your hips up so he could easily slide them off of you.

You felt shy, moving your legs together so that you could somewhat hide yourself. Oda frowned, a hand moving to your knee.

“ Don’t be shy,” his voice was like honey in your ears,” Open your legs for me, love.”

You took a second, letting out a breath of air before opening your legs. Oda smiled.

“ So pretty.”

“ Oda… mm,” you whined, a cute pout moving to your face.

“ What is it, love?” he looked at you.

“ Touch me,” you said pleadingly,” P-please…”

“ Ok, love,” he softly laughed,” Sorry, just got caught up in you… You’re beautiful>”

He scooted down, warm hand cupping your side as his other met your hole: at first dipping a finger in. You whimpered once again but relaxed soon after.

“ Is this… ok?” Oda looked up at you, a blush dusting his cheeks.

“ Feels good, Oda,” you muttered, the blush on your face getting redder.

Oda watched as he took his time, dipping a finger into you. You let out a moan as he did so, feeling slightly embarrassed at the noise that came out of your mouth. However, before you knew it, your mind was clouded as he fully inserted his finger.

“ G-gah… Oda,” you moaned, writhing under his touch as he moved his fingers inside your hole: touching your gummy and tight walls. You felt that heat in your stomach get warmer as he did so, fingers dipping further into you. Before you knew it, another inserted itself inside you.

“ Ngh-hah!,” you jumped, moaning a little louder this time. The hand on your hip held you down though, making it harder for you to move.

“ Hm? Does my baby feel good?” he moved down to your ear, licking up the shell. His actions made you shiver once more.

“ Y-yeah,” another moan slipped out of your mouth.

He curled his finger into your hole, making you arch again. The heat only getting harder to hold in. You felt your release coming up.

“ Mm!,” you shifted,” Hah- I… I-“

You released onto his fingers without warning: your liquids spewing out onto yourself and his fingers. Your hands moved to cover your face, wanting to hide yourself once again.

“ S-sorry! Shit- I-I couldn’t hold it in,” you apologized desperately.

“ That was hot,” he commented, before moving down to kiss your stomach once more.

After releasing, the more he touched you, the more sensitive you felt. You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking at his feather-like touch.

Oda’s other hand moved to your wrists, moving them out of your face.

“ Don’t be shy, my love,” he whispered again,” It’s just me.”

“ O-ok,” you placed your hands down at your sides.

Oda let you relax for a moment… Well, it was really just a moment, until you felt his tongue dip down to your stomach, getting closer to your core.

“ F-fuck-! Hah,” you arched your back at his sudden again. You looked down, noticing him stick his tongue out closer to your core.

“ ‘M a little hungry… I’ll have my dessert.”

[also if you want, please consider getting me a coffee or commissioning me ;) no pressure ofc!!! i understand that we're all in different circumstances/situations, any support of any kind is appreciated <3]

[beskars]

okay well this week kicked my ass and i cannot string together a coherent sentence so unfortunately anthesis won’t be up til idk tomorrow or tuesday depending on how things go but i promise i will make it worth the wait went i am sorry for the delayyyy

[viadangelo]

Via's wide smile is just as bright as the sparkle in her gaze. Laure's truly a saint for encouraging the intestinal ride. The gears of D'Angelo's mind work a little overtime to envision a sculpture on stage; a live show.

"Give the bohemians a chance, love. One might be great." In this case, Laure is right; the vision hadn't been met, and the advertisement has drawn in every grifter from the street on the stage as a hopeful. Woeful, is clearly the misprint.

A leg crosses over the other, and Via reaches around the chair so she's leaning towards Laure. Stage, forgotten. Or at least, the person upon it has already be marked for death (or dead). "We can always have them be the martyr for fine art, if nothing else."

Unhinged an image, if they were different people.

It's only at Laure's half-hearted, and faux cry that Via is reminded there's still half a dozen hopefuls still yet to grace them with their presences. D'Angelo's mind has already diverted off course: "We could find a valet to sit and watch, act the part of interested, cupcake... have I given you a tour, yet?" It hangs there, a martini comes to mind but — "At least of the bar."

Laure meets Via's eyes straight on. "I think you might actually find an audience for such work, unlike whatever abomination we're being treated to right now," she shrugs, wholly ignoring the girl singing on stage. She can hear her voice falter, wavering when she notices that they're not paying attention but Laure doesn't care. The sooner they could be done with this.

"Your first mistake was hiring someone who was unable to construe your vision." It's a mild criticism, and one that Via can hardly be blamed for. Desperation tends to be a trait that the city has no shortage of and the auditorium reeks of it now.

"But I'm sure we could find no shortage of people interested in working on such a piece, or buying one." Especially with the clientele they have access to. "We know how to appreciate proper art."

The music on stage cuts off abruptly and the woman auditioning storms off, apparently unable to take the indignity of having her time all but ignored. "No, wait come back," Laure says half-heartedly, not nearly loud enough to be heard by anyone outside of their immediate proximity. "How many more on that list of yours?"

[iansolko]

Birthday presents for Ian!! These would have been given on the day itself lo siento for the ooc delayyyy. Italics and block quote denote it's a note from the character; otherwise it's just me describing things:

From Mari: 2 size-adjustable hoodies. The sleeves can also be detached, because why not? No pictures since unfortunately most people don't seem to need/make hoodies that can adjust so much in size. Who would have guessed?

Hi!!!! SO, I was thinking about what to get you for your birthday, and I thought, wouldn't it be neat if you could be comfy in something that fits like, all the time?? So I made you these hoodies!!! They're both adjustable so that they'll work with a bunch of different sizes - but both of them were made to go with the shape you are now! The red one you can adjust to make it smaller, and then the blue one with the stars you can adjust to make it bigger, hehe. I think between the two of them you should have at least one thing that fits for any size you decide to be that's between, like… a little smaller than laikalla, all the way up to a little bit bigger than when you were really tall! At first I was gonna try to make that all one hoodie, but that turned out to be a little harder than I thought. But now you get two hoodies that are good for the size you are now, hehe :)

Happy Birthday!!!

From Daniel: chocolate chip marshmallow cookies, guitar pick bracelet

Happy Birthday, Ian! If the cookies aren't to your taste, just let me know - I'm happy to adjust the recipe a little and make more :)

From Skylar: Pod mods - he would have offered to install (or upgrade) speakers in Ian's pod (and some soundproofing to go with that - neutral / not any specific reason beyond the upgraded sound system), and while he was at it offered to put some cat-friendly shelves for Beverly into an upper wall of the pod, in an area where Ian's not likely to run into it. (After so many years living out of these pods, and his entire life being mildly accident prone, Sky has a pretty good idea of where those unused empty spaces are that can be filled without causing problems).

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[ask-nico-and-the-sides]

**Trixie** (This is kinda to Remus, btw)

Can you help me hide a bodyyyyy?

(HUH?)

Come on! It can't delayyyy!

(WHAT DID YOU DO????)

No one can see him on the floor!

Get him out the door!

Before he can decayyyyyyyy!

(TRIXIE!!!!)

{The stuff in the ()'s is Lilith}

{This was Viva, btw}

Janus: How could he.

[noviicaine]

the  pain  rears  its  head  near  at  once,  the  sunny  tone  and piercing voice  worming  into  her  ear. who-? oh.  the  question  dies  before  it  fully  forms.  she  knew  this  person,  knew  of  at  the  least;  it  wasn’t  every  day  a  normie  joined  the  ranks  of  a  nevermore  student.  besides,  she’d  heard  him  in  a  number  of  her  courses,  volume  control  clearly  was  not  his  forte.  as  her  luck  would  have  it  neither  were  boundaries—mouth  just  barely  ajar,  an  eyebrow  pulled  up  in  a  silent  question.  she  feels  the  glances  raking  over  them,  she  had no social  capital  to  begin  with,  but this?  she  would  never  recover;  mind  now  preoccupied  with  studies,  murders, a  normie, and her  reputation.  action  had  to  be  taken.  she  turns  to  him  voice  low, ❝ jace,  is  it?  yeah,  really  funny  meeting  you  here.  in  the  school  library.  during  testing  season.  i  digress,  is  there…  something  i  can  help  you  with? ❞  her  bag  in  hand,  notebook  shutting.  his  disposition  unsettled  her,  he  was  too sweet  too bright.  ‘god,  i  sound  like  wednesday.’  there  was  little  need  to  be  so  forthcoming  with  strangers  without  ulterior  motives,  it  was  only  smart  to  minimize  interactions  with  him.  lest  she  find  herself  marked  next. 

the   sun's   affinity   for   darkness   needs   to   be   studied.   to   jace,   vivian   proves   an   elusive   figure;   a   code   difficult   to   crack.   there   is   a   distinguishable   difference   between   the   two,   the   girl's   reservations   claiming   a   place   of   intrigue   in   his   mind.   they   had   taken   only   a   class   or   two   together,   yet   her   quietude   rendered   him   curious.   place   the   blame   upon   his   meddlesome   temperament,   it   is   entirely   inevitable   that   he   should   be   drawn   to   to   her.   there   is   an   initial   hesitance   to   his   approach   :   perhaps,   she   would   prefer   not   to   be   bothered.   but   taking   the   recent   series   of   events   on   campus   into   consideration,   it   is   decidedly   jace's   opinion   that   everyone   could   use   someone   to   talk   to   right   now.   and   with   said   decision   we   find   the   feather   light   lift   of   his   feet,   guiding   him   to   a   soft   landing   just   before   her   in   the   library;   black   leather   bag   slung   too   heavily   over   his   shoulder as he pops a bubble of bubble-gum.   he   isn't   quite   sure   who   she   was   talking   to,   but   he   personally   speaks   to   himself   all   of   the   time.   what   judgement   was   there   to   pass   ?   ❝   hi,   vivian   !   ❞   blurted   despite   himself,   and   though   he's   oblivious   in   many   ways   he   realizes   his   volume   is   obnoxious   ---   catching   a   few   stray   scowls   from   across   the   room.   ❝   uh,   hello   vivian.   ❞   he   quickly   corrects   his   volume   in accordance to   the   environment,   taking   the   seat   beside   her   without   permission.   ❝   funny   meeting   you   here.   ❞   in   the   library   ?   

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET FOUR COMING NOW!!

Sorry for the delayyyy

Also links in pinned post are updated!

[insideliascrazyhead]

What really happened to Gandhi:

Yasushi:Will you help me hide a body? Fujio:Huh?! Yasushi:C´mon we can´t delayyyy Tsukasa:What did you do?! Yasushi:No one can see him on the floor. Fujio and Tsukasa:- - - Yasushi:Get him out the door.Before he can decayyy

[allthefakepeople]

Sunday Wednesday Funday ☀️🍀🍄🌸 send this to your favourite blogs and ask them to share one nice thing that happened today as well as their favourite Omar picture (optional) 💜

hiii

sorry for the delayyyy

we were able to go outside at my job for a long time todayyyy since it was gorgeous out and that was lovely

i don't have too many omar pictures saved but i'm sure wherever he was today he looked great

-miels 💜✨

[ash-soka]

my dance class finishes at 9:30 now so i have such a delayyyy until my friends see my videos 😭