#anyway shutting up ab it they don't read my posts on here but they Do have access to my tumblr so. will go cry to miffy about it maybe

[vulpinesaint]

my toxic trait is that i do believe that if they wanted to they would. and i keep reminding myself that it's about communicating or whatever but it's not about "oh i want them to buy me flowers and they need to read my mind ab it" it's like. hey. i think if this person wanted to talk to me regularly they probably would. i'm not super high maintenance in relationships. like i am but i don't act like it. i'm talking like three months of not having someone talk to me and yeah i get a little upset and pissed off. cause i don't give a fuck if you don't do this or that and i know that i have trouble communicating things i want/need and i acknowledge that but genuinely i have such a hard time believing that people wouldn't like. just genuinely fucking talk to me if they cared. anyway

[archiveikemen]

Abe no Yasuchika Main Story: Chapter 23

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I was able to return to the main camp, and I waited for everyone at the entrance.

Morinaga: Good work, Yuno!

Kagetoki: Were you standing here trying to be a scarecrow?

Yuno: Welcome back!

(Thank goodness. Both of them are safe.)

Kagetoki pushed my back and made me sit down in front of the bonfire.

Kagetoki: Your final task for tonight is to rest.

Morinaga: The guys in my unit were talking about it.

Morinaga: They said that our physician kept on working bravely even when it was raining arrows.

Yuno: That was because… I feel better when I keep myself occupied.

(Rather than drowning in feelings of helplessness and sorrow because of my memory loss…)

(I wanted to help others.)

Yuno: Um, what about the others?

Kagetoki: Shigehira should return with his troops soon. He’ll come look for you, even if you don't wait at the entrance for him.

Morinaga: He was worried about her the whole time. It's understandable.

Morinaga: We received a report from Lord Yoritomo and Tamamo’s side that Lord Yoritomo sustained some minor injuries. But don’t worry, his life is not in danger.

Kagetoki: His injuries could've been much worse if you never made that suggestion. You should be proud of yourself.

Yuno: It was made possible because all of you helped me with persuading the soldiers.

(Even though I lost my fox powers, I could still fight for everyone.)

I felt relieved… but there was still an unexplainable aching in my heart.

…

Meanwhile, on the Imperial Court’s side…

Ibuki: Yasuchika, you were defeated by Yoritomo and that baby fox?

Yasuchika: Shut up if you don't want me to snap you in half.

Yasuchika grumpily snapped at Ibuki in the tent.

Akihito: Mind your words, Ibuki.

Akihito: He wasn't able to kill Yoritomo today, only because his plans got messed up.

Akihito: The two of us failed to kill Morinaga, Kagetoki, and Shigehira. We’re not doing any better.

Ibuki: The thing that makes the Shogunate so strong is their teamwork.

Ibuki: The Rebel Army is also very strong, but our alliance was formed at the last minute, so it's not very effective.

Yasuchika: — I’m sorry. I’m such a good-for-nothing that Lord Akihito has to personally join the war.

Akihito: I planned to do that, but it was hard to use my powers with the Rebel Army around.

Akihito: Anyway, it was Yasuchika who reduced the Shogunate’s military strength by the largest number. You did a good job.

Yasuchika: … Okay.

Yasuchika’s tensed up facial expression relaxed slightly.

Ibuki: As usual, all the Onmyoji are just sitting around and doing nothing, except for Yasuchika.

Ibuki: What the hell are they doing now?

Yasuchika: I had them investigate something that has been worrying me… but they don't seem to have made any progress.

Yasuchika answered gloomily and stared into space as if deep in thought.

Akihito: Is that thing worrying you… the parting gift Ashiya Doman said he left you?

Yasuchika: Yeah.

Yasuchika: I doubt he said that just because he was unwilling to admit defeat… but I don't have the time to investigate it myself.

Yasuchika: — I sure hope I’m being worried over nothing.

At that moment… a faint pitter patter noise sound could be heard.

Akihito: It's raining.

Ibuki: There were large rain clouds looming over the mountains. Looks like it's going to be a thunderstorm.

Yasuchika: …

Akihito: Yasuchika? What's wrong?

Yasuchika: Nevermind, it's nothing.

Although Yasuchika didn't explain the bad feeling he was getting…

In a place no one knew about — something strange was happening.

Raindrops from the ceiling of a cavern dripped down onto an eerie looking shrine.

The raindrops were of a bright crimson red color, like they were blood from the battlefield.

???: …

“Something” that had been enshrined in the heavy bronze shrine drenched by the foul-smelling liquid shook restlessly.

…

Yuno: — The rain isn't stopping.

(It’s good that today's battle was canceled, but… I still feel uneasy.)

The wind and rain that washed the blood off the battlefield grew heavier…

Yoritomo: It's not like we can control the weather. Just stay put.

The bad weather persisted till the next day, so the Shogunate decided to change the location of their camp.

The Rebel Army and Imperial Court also moved their camps to areas that would not be affected in the case of a landslide, and were both enjoying a short break.

Tamamo: We should still be on guard, yeah? If Yasuchika is controlling an ayakashi, it will attack regardless of the weather.

Yoritomo: You have a terrible imagination.

I wrapped a new bandage around Yoritomo’s shoulder.

Yuno: Lord Yoritomo is injured, so I hope nothing bad happens.

Yoritomo: I can still wield a sword.

Tamamo: And we have an outstanding physician with us.

(I’m glad the injury isn’t serious.)

Tamamo: By the way, Yuno, I noticed that you’re always wearing that bracelet on your wrist… Do you like it that much?

Yuno: Oh—... yeah.

I unconsciously gave a blunt response.

The purple bracelet got dirty while I was running around the battlefield.

Yuno: I think I got it from Kyoto… I don't exactly remember it, though.

Yuno: But it's a little hard to take off.

(A festival, stalls… that’s all I can recall.)

(It looks pretty, but I don't usually wear this color… so why did I choose this?)

Yoritomo • Tamamo: …

Yoritomo: When the war is over, let’s all go somewhere together.

(Huh?)

Tamamo: Now that's rare. The extreme workaholic Seiitaishogun planning an outing?

Yoritomo: Once in a while is fine. Blame it on the rain.

Yoritomo: Yuno, you will decide where to go.

Yuno: You want me to decide…?

Yoritomo: You’re going to choose a place that will be most memorable for you.

Yuno: T-That’s a pretty important task.

While I thought about it seriously, Yoritomo gently placed his hand on my head.

Yoritomo: Sometimes, it’s better to make new memories, instead of trying to bring back the lost ones.

(Lord Yoritomo?)

Tamamo: — I agree.

Yuno: I guess you're right… I’ll stay positive and move on.

Yoritomo: Take your time. If you find yourself unable to move on, there are plenty of people willing to support you.

Tamamo: Yep. Let’s all buy Yuno gifts.

Yoritomo: Not a bad idea.

Yuno: W-Why? I’m flattered, but there's really no reason for you to do that.

Tamamo: You don't need a reason to show someone affection. … Right, Yoritomo?

Yoritomo: Something about the way you said that sounds weird.

Tamamo: That is exactly what I meant. The word “affection” can be interpreted in many ways.

Tamamo: I also won’t stop you if you want to buy me gifts too.

(What the heck!?)

Yoritomo smacked the side of Tamamo’s elbow.

The storm lasted for three days, just like the two armies predicted.

On the third night…

— Yasuchika was dreaming in his sleep.

Yasuchika: Ue…

The first thing he felt was the fear in the air, and heard people screaming.

Soldier 1: AAAAAAAAAAHHH!

He turned his head in the direction of the screaming and saw that a field on grass was in flames.

Soldier 2: Ouch! I got burnt.

Soldier 3: What on earth is going on!? We must escape…

The soldiers were running for their lives.

They were a mix of soldiers from the Shogunate, Rebel Army, and Imperial Court. Fighting was the last of their priorities at that point in time.

Yasuchika: A precognitive dream… this is the battlefield?

Yasuchika: — That's not just any fire.

There was a loud roar, followed by flames being blown onto the battlefield.

Something passed through Yasuchika’s body and scorched the ground with its tongue.

He spotted a large figure behind the sparks flying around.

Yasuchika: …!

The next moment, the scenery changed.

— He was now looking at the city of Kyoto.

Townsfolk 1: Quick! Hide!

Townsfolk 2: There's a monster! There's a monster!!

Townsfolk 3: Save me…

Yasuchika: What’s happening?

An ear-piercing shriek echoed across the city of people fleeing.

A ginormous bird was flying in the air—

The bird’s wings that were of an eye-catching red color, were now blackened and discolored.

Yasuchika: — “Suzaku”.

Yasuchika’s eyes were wide as saucers.

With another deafening shriek, it engulfed the entire city in a frightening black smoke…

The buildings that once lined the beautiful streets collapsed like they were toys.

Yasuchika: … Kyoto?

The next moment, Yasuchika found himself in a different place again.

Yuno: Ahh…

Yasuchika: …*gulp*

— Blood. A woman soaked in blood collapsed on the ground, trembling in pain.

Yasuchika: Yuno…

Yuno: How… did this… happen…?

A “doku doku” sound could be heard coming from Yasuchika.

He only realized later that it was his heartbeat.

Yuno: I just wanted to help…

Blood was pooling underneath Yuno’s body. It was almost too late.

Yasuchika: Is Yuno dying?

Yasuchika stood there frozen as his mind went blank.

Yuno: Must… tell…

Yasuchika: What is it?

Yuno looked up faintly, although there was no way she could've heard those words Yasuchika muttered while in a daze.

Yuno: Ashiya… Doman…

Yasuchika: …!

Yuno: Please… save everyone…

Tears ran down her dirtied cheeks.

Even if Yasuchika wanted to wipe them off, he couldn't.

Just like their final parting moment. He didn't touch her.

Yasuchika: This is a precognitive dream… I can't change the way it ends.

In front of his eyes, Yuno’s eyelids grew heavier.

Yuno: It's… cold….

— He couldn't remain standing any longer.

Feeling weak, Yasuchika fell to his knees in front of Yuno.

Yasuchika: Why does it have to be you?

Yasuchika: Why not anyone else… why not ME!

Yasuchika covered his face with his trembling hands and cried out.

Yasuchika: I’m the evil one. I’m the one who should suffer and die alone…

The scenery warped and Yasuchika was swallowed by the darkness.

Yasuchika: Hah…

All of a sudden, Yasuchika jolted awake in the tent.

He repeatedly took deep breaths to calm himself down.

Yasuchika: … Ashiya Doman’s parting gift.

He bit his lips to endure the nauseous feeling.

Yasuchika: I…

…

Yuno: Mm…

(Is someone… calling for me?)

I woke up because I thought I heard someone calling my name, but all I heard after that were the sounds of rain and the wind howling.

(I might be running a fever. My head is fuzzy.)

“— Yuno”

Yuno: There it is again.

“... Yuno. Yuno.”

A hushed voice could be heard in the raging storm.

(I need to go take a look.)

Alarm bells were ringing in my head.

But my limbs moved like they had a mind of their own.

(I know. Someone is calling me… I have to go to them.)

My arms and legs felt as heavy as lead.

(Ahh, maybe this is a dream… yeah it definitely is.)

Like it was proving my point, my body started walking aimlessly.

Lookout Soldier: Oh? Yuno. Where are you going at this hour?

Yuno: …

Lookout Soldier: …? Did she not hear me?

The soldier tilted his head in confusion and watched Yuno’s back as she silently walked away.

He concluded that Yuno, being the hard worker she is, had gone to the tent where the injured soldiers were at, so he returned to his post.

…

(How long have I been walking for? … Where am I going?)

“Yuno.”

Yuno: Who are you?

I muttered half consciously.

The trees around me, bending in the storm, whispered in a bewitching voice.

“Ashiya Doman.”

Ashiya Doman — The Vengeful Spirit

It bears a grudge against xxx from the xxx Clan, so it xxxx…

(What does he want now?)

The bits of information going through my head hurt.

Yuno: What did I do…!?

I got goosebumps when I had a gut feeling that I was in danger.

I was about to turn around and make a run for it when—

(Ack.)

— I suddenly felt myself falling.

…

Yasuchika: There's something… I need to tell you.

A short while after having that precognitive dream, Yasuchika visited Akihito in his tent.

Ibuki, who got summoned to the tent, replied in a sarcastic tone.

Ibuki: Judging from how pale you look, I don't think you invited me here to drink.

Akihito: This is a rare occurrence.

Yasuchika: Yes.

Without even drying off the rain water on him, Yasuchika turned to Ibuki and Akihito.

Yasuchika: I had a precognitive dream.

Yasuchika: The parting gift Ashiya Doman spoke of — It’s an incantation used to corrupt “Suzaku”, Kyoto’s guardian deity.

Ibuki • Akihito: …!

Yasuchika: A sacrifice will be offered during a ritual and the corrupted Suzaku will destroy Kyoto.

Ibuki and Akihito inhaled sharply.

Akihito: Suzaku is one of the four gods, correct?

Ibuki: How can something that great be corrupted by a curse—

Yasuchika: Doman made a magical tool before his death, and sealing his soul wasn’t its only purpose.

Yasuchika: He died only after setting up that tool to destroy Kyoto, the city Seimei was protecting.

Yasuchika: The tool’s magic can only be activated when a specific condition is met. Therefore, it was inactive for a long time, and no one noticed its existence.

Ibuki: What condition?

Yasuchika: Blood.

Yasuchika: The ritual will start if there is a massive amount of bloodshed in the area near where the tool is sealed.

Akihito: — The war in Kyoto. Doman has been waiting for this moment?

Yasuchika: Doman set ayakashi through the damaged parts of the barrier…

Yasuchika: My guess is that he did it in case this place doesn't become a battlefield.

Ibuki: He intended to make use of ayakashi to cause bloodshed if the human beings don't fight each other.

Akihito: There was definitely enough blood spilled during the war so far, just as Doman expected. That means…

Yasuchika nodded silently.

Yasuchika: This three day long storm could be a sign that the ritual has begun.

Yasuchika: When the ritual enters its next stage, it will be complete after the sacrifice is offered.

Ibuki: And who is going to be the sacrifice?

Yasuchika: …

Yasuchika: It's Yuno.

Akihito: … No way.

Ibuki: Why that woman?

Yasuchika: Because Yuno has interacted with Doman before.

Yasuchika: Her memory loss made it easier for her to be lured to that magic tool…

Ibuki: What an unlucky woman.

The tent fell dead silent.

After a while, Yasuchika spoke.

Yasuchika: Lord Akihito, do you still remember the promise you told me to make with you?

Yasuchika: I finally know what I want… so can I tell you about it?

Yasuchika’s voice trembled towards the end of his sentence, showing that he was feeling conflicted.

Akihito: Sure. What is it?

Ibuki: …

Yasuchika: During this war, I—

…

Yuno: Ugh…

I found myself in a strange unknown place.

(The air here smells familiar… it’s the smell of danger.)

I looked down at my wrist.

(My bracelet is missing. It must've fallen off.)

Feeling uneasy, I tried to find a way back to where I came from, however…

Something seemed to take control of my consciousness again.

(W-Why…)

My feet slowly moved forward by themselves.

I didn't know how many red and rusty torii gates I passed through.

The scenery around me only grew darker the deeper I went.

(This place is…)

I ended up at a dark cave with an old shrine in it.

(This place is creepy…)

In front of the shrine, there was a table that looked like an altar.

“Give it to me.”

“Give me the sacrifice’s blood.”

(What…)

My body moved by itself to lay on the altar.

(N-No… I need to escape…)

A black smoke was swirling in front of my eyes while I desperately tried to get up.

The smoke took the form of a human being…

Shadow: Give me Yuno’s blood.

The shadow held an old ornamental sword in its hand.

(...! No…)

My eyes widened in fear as it held the silver sword right above my chest…

(I can’t speak.)

When I felt like that was really the end of me..

???: Go! Protect her!

Something white flew into my sight.

(Is that paper…?)

The talisman fluttering around in the air turned into a bright beam of light that pierced through the shadow.

A man ran up to me, grabbed my hand, and hid me behind his back.

???: … I made it in time.

Yuno: Who are you…?

???: … Uh

The man’s face contorted in pain for a moment when he heard my question.

But the next moment, he had a smile on his face…

???: Nice to meet you. I’m an Onmyoji who just happened to be passing by.

(Why does this man’s smile look so… sad?)

The shadow that attacked me lost its form and vanished into the dark cave.

Yuno: An Onmyoji? Are you…

There was only one name I could think of.

Yuno: … “Yasuchika”?

Yasuchika: …

(— That's the name of the man who cast that memory erasing spell on me, according to Yoritomo and the others.)

Yasuchika: Yeah, that's right. It seems that you’ve heard of me before.

Yuno: You’re the man who… invited me to Kyoto… and stole my memories.

Yuno: Yasuchika, can you please tell me what happened back then?

Yasuchika: Nope. Curiosity kills the cat.

His evasive response made me frustrated, and then—

(Kyaaa!)

A sudden noise came from the shrine.

Its rusty bronze door bent in a strange manner.

Yasuchika: The magic tool is about to go on a rampage because the ritual was interrupted — Yuno, we have to run.

Yuno: Oh—

He pulled my hand, and we ran away together.

At the same time, the cave rumbled.

(The shrine’s door opened.)

Yasuchika: Don’t look back!

Yuno: … Ugh

He tightened his grip on my hand, forcing me back to my senses.

The cave started collapsing, causing rocks and dirt to pour down mercilessly.

(... We’re almost at the exit.)

I opened my eyes after we tumbled out of the cave.

Yasuchika: — It's coming.

(W-What!?)

A loud roar echoed through the air.

Yasuchika: — Get down, Yuno!

Yuno: Eh? … Ack.

I was pushed down onto the grass, and the two of us huddled together.

Almost immediately after that, a burning fire blew over our heads.

Yasuchika: It appeared earlier than I expected.

The first thing I saw when I looked up was a blazing vermillion wing.

— But only one wing was of that color, the other one appeared to be blackened and discolored.

Yuno: What is that…!?

Yasuchika: That's Suzaku, one of the four gods protecting Kyoto.

(Suzaku…!?)

Yuno: Suzaku, as in Suzaku Road and Suzaku Gate? THAT Suzaku!?

Yasuchika: Yep. Oh, I’ll set up a temporary barrier. Keep still.

(...!)

Yasuchika: …

When Yasuchika stood up, a patterned bruise appeared on his face.

The whites of eyes turned black, and one of his eyes had a mysterious motif on its pupil.

Yuno: Yasuchika…? Your face…

Yasuchika: I know it’s scary to look at, but please bear with it.

Talismans fluttered around Yasuchika.

Suzaku: …, …

The vermillion bird circling in the sky swooped down.

Its huge beak glinted as it pointed toward me.

Yasuchika: As sturdy as steel, as refined as a silk cocoon, protect us.

The vermilion bird cried out begrudgingly and soared back into the sky when it hit an invisible wall.

Yasuchika: This barrier won't last very long, but at least long enough for us to plan our next move.

Yuno: T-Thank you…

(— This man’s powers are extraordinary.)

I was still frightened… but I felt a lump in my throat when I looked at Yasuchika’s lonely back as he held his hand up to the sky.

Yasuchika quickly arranged a few talismans in front of him and chanted something.

A purple smoke rose around us and some sort of formation appeared…

Yasuchika: There we go. Let me explain our current situation to you while we prepare to fight back.

Yuno: Uhh okay.

Yasuchika: There’s this man named Doman, and he plans to destroy Kyoto. He was the one who corrupted Suzaku, its guardian deity.

Yasuchika: You were chosen to be the sacrificial lamb for the ritual to corrupt Suzaku.

[kagedaddy]

late valentine’s day - haikyuu!

warnings: explicit content

gala days [masterlist]

holy fucking onigiri! 500 followers, that’s a mad thing. thank you so much! its white day today, i’ll try to whip up something special for you guys. thank you again!

miya atsumu

Overstimulation

“Well what do we have here, doll?”you jumped in surprise and you freeze in your spot, leaning on the doorway was your tall boyfriend with a disapproving look on his pretty face. “What did I say about playing with yourself without me, hmm?”he pushes himself off the doorway and walks to the bed, eyes darks like a predator approaching his prey. “Tsumu, I-I!”you couldn’t answer as his hand finds purchase on your neck squeezing tightly, “Such a bad doll, can’t even follow simple rules.”your hands come up to the band of his shorts tugging it down.

“I think you need to be punished. You’re so desperate to cum, I’ll fucking have you cumming all night until you can’t handle it.”his promise has you shivering in delight, he swats your hands away and pushes you down on the bed, he spreads your legs forcibly, running a long digit over you slit and between your folds, playing with your arousal before plunging two of his fingers inside you. He pumps at a steady pace, thumb rubbing circles on your puffy clit, the hand on your neck comes down to pull and pinch your sensitive nipples. Your orgasm coils and you can feel it fast approaching, "Tsumu, Tusmu, Tsumu!"you chant the setter's name, eyes clenching as you let go on his fingers, coating them in your ejaculation. "That's number one."he licks his fingers, tasting your sweet juices, he kneels infront of your core, leaving kisses on your inner thigh before his mouth finds your now overly sensitive clit.

"Ahh Tsumu!"you yelp, you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, his mouth is mercilessly sucking on the bud and his fingers again find themselves in your cunt and this time he pumps them at a quick pace. The sloshing sounds of your pussy has you clenching your eyes shut in embarrassment. He curls his fingers grazing your sweet spot and it has you seeing stars, your hands weave themselves in his faux blonde hair, tugging at the strands as he pushes you over to the edge, searing white hot pleasure dots your vision.

“Is my doll already fucked out with just my fingers.”he stands to his full height, tapping your drool stained cheeks, he pulls down his shorts revealing his erection, angry red with precum dripping from the tip. His thumb pushes down on your clit again and it has you mewling and clawing his arms, you were sure you couldn’t handle another orgasm as your legs trembled uncontrollably, you’re tripping over your words for him to stop but only to receive a dark chuckle from the tall male.

"Don't even think we're finished."

miya osamu

Food Play Kink

It was a regular date night for you and Osamu, he had some special prepared for the both of you. As soon as you got to his apartment, various smells travel to your nose and god it smelt like heaven. “Is there anything I can do to help babe?”you hug the grey haired male from behind, leaving a soft peck on his shoulder, standing on your tippy toes to peak at what he’s whipping up. “Don’t worry about it kitten, I’m all done. Go sit your pretty ass at the table.”he turns and slaps your ass to the direction of the dinner table. “Samu!”you yelp at the sting to your ass which earns a melodious laugh from your boyfriend, you settle in the table and he serves up the meal, like a true chef his presentation was beautiful. You take a bite and you’re moaning at the mouthwatering flavour, “You’re such a tease kitten.”

After clearing and washing all the dishes, you squeal as Osamu pulls you in his arms and presses a sweet long kiss to your lips, you moan into the kiss as he nips on your bottom lip. Opening your mouth to allow his tongue to dance with yours, his hands travel down from your waist to your ass lifting you up to sit on the newly cleaned kitchen counter. Hands messily fumbling with the buttons of your blouse wanting the material off your body, he roughly rips your skirt and panties in one go, leaving you all bare on the counter. He steps back admiring the sight of your body before leaving you on the counter, you look at him in confusion, he rummages through his fridge before pulling out the chocolates, whipped cream and strawberries.

“Dessert time kitten, I can’t wait to eat you.”he heats up the chocolate for chocolate syrup and you watch as Osamu takes a strawberry dipping into the syrup before eating it. The fucking sight has you mewling for his mouth, he leans to kiss you and you can taste the chocolate strawberries. Pulling away he takes the chocolate syrup and drips it down breasts, the warmth of the syrup brings pleasurable chills down your spine. Moans fall from your lips as he sucks on your chocolate covered tits, “Fuck Samu!”you throw your head back, hands in his grey hair fisting it as he abuses your pink bud. His thumb runs over your clit down to you leaky slit, you thrust your hips up from more friction but he pulls away and feeds you a chocolate strawberry with a cheeky smile on his lips.

He shakes the whipped cream before coating your little clit and drizzling the still warm syrup, he connects his mouth with the now sugared spot, sucking at the little nub. Your legs shake at the sensation drawing such a pornographic moan from your lips, his fingers slip into your opening, fucking you at a rough pace. He pulls away and unbuckles his pants, angry erection slapping firmly against his abs, he kisses you roughly before thrusting up into your weeping hole. “Oh kitten, yah feel too good.”he bites down on your shoulder as he rocks his hips against you, tits bouncing at the force egging him to spray more of the whipped cream and sucking it off you.

Your teeth bites down on your lower lip as your orgasm begins to build up, the tight coil forming as his positions himself in an angle that wrecks your poor sweet spot. Your body filled with different sensations, your mind begins to fog as your orgasm racks through you and your body shakes in pleasure. The tight clench of your pussy send Osamu into his own orgasm spilling inside you and filling you up with his cum. “Samu now I’m all sticky.”you pout, he stares at your chocolate covered form and licks his lips before leaving kisses on your stomach, sucking bruises on the chocolaty spots.

“Round two in the shower, kitten”

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hehe finally the last part to the valentines special, hope yah all enjoyed this little special and i’m mad that it took me so long to post this shit but stuff came up. anyways leave a like and comment, i’ll try to throw up some white day specials hahah. i don’t know but have a great day, jaa ne!

if yah haven’t read the other late valentine’s day special click [masterlist] , it’s under gala days.

all the love xx

[princess-of-inarizaki]

hello ! if ur requests are currently open, can i get headcanons / scenario of inarizakis manager having a celeb crush (like finn wolfhard, louis partridge ALSO if u can, can u please make the celeb crush louis patridge ? im kinda desperate for sum louis x reader scenarios lawl) and they let them simp for him cuz it's just a crush right ? right, what they don't know is that manager-chan has made some attempts for him (their celeb crush) to notice them and they have successfully made him notice them bc manager chan is such a charm, so what will be their reactions if they see manager chan holding hands with the celeb crush that they didn't worry ab ? thank u in advance if u do it ! but it's fine if ur requests aren't open,, i just didn't see any posts ab ur requests being closed hehe also sorry if i did this wrong 😭 this is my first time requesting sumthn 😭😭

Louis Patridge x Inarizaki manager

Oh my goshhh hi bb. I'm so glad I was your first :D (yes, initially, requests were closed, unfortunately) but this was literally such a good one, I couldn't resist writing it. (I'm in love with Louis Patridge too, bubs)

Also, just a tip (if you're gonna request on anon, make sure you follow me, or have my profile saved because tumblr doesn't give you a notification when I've answered you 🥺🥺)

🦋; Inarizaki manager (reader) x Louis Patridge (celeb crush) x Inarizaki vbc ,, triggers: none!!

“Guys. DID YOU WATCH ENOLA HOLMES?” your breathless face was red due to fact that you've ran a long way, obviously to tell them this.

Atsumu and Osamu nodded in unison, “Yea, that Millie Bobbi Brown chick acted prett' well”

Suna rolled his eyes. “Hated it. Only watched it for Superman, though.”

Kita shrugged, walked up to you, and shook his head as he smoothed your hair down (the stray curls obviously came undone as you were running). “I don't watch fictious movies, y/n-san. Was it good?”

Eyes sparkling, you nodded. “It was more than good. Besides, that actor, Louis Patridge? The guy who plays Lord Tewkesbury? I think I'm in love with him.” a dream-like look glazed over your eyes as you stared at your phone wallpaper wistfully.

Suddenly, the bell rang, jolting you back to reality. “Oh that's right, I need to go to class now.”, and with that, you left six very stunned boys in the gym.

“I wonder what'll be of her crush on that' actor?” asked Atsumu with a smirk. Don't be fooled though, behind the easygoing exterior, he was the most concerned of the lot (and the most jealous).

“Yer' overthinking it. They live oceans apart, and he plays movies on the big screen.” drawled Osamu.

“Yeah, I'm sure one of us still has more chance with her than him, she's actually met us, after all.” chirped Akagi, with a positive note. He was determined to win you over, and a celeb crush didn't deter him in any way.

Suna nodded, whilst Kita and Aran exchanged looks. “It's important to be supportive of her though. Albeit it being merely a schoolgirl crush, this could mean a lot to her.” said Kita, and his tone invited no further disagreement.

Back at home that evening, thoughts of the handsome brown haired boy could not leave your mind, and you logged onto Instagram, hoping to see if he had posted any updates.

He had, and it was a selfie of himself, with his tousled hair in all its "I-just-got-out-of-bed" glory. Damn, this man was sexy.

Smiling, you typed out a comment. “No offense, but if being adorable was a crime, you'd have fine written all over you ˃ᴗ˂ ”. Yes, it was dorky, and cheesy all in one. But why not? He might not ever read it anyways, as your comment got swept underneath the hundreds of others that came after it.

Sighing, you settled down to study, with thoughts about the comment and Louis pushed out of your mind.

Meanwhile, as Louis scrolled through his comments, a single one caught his eye. She used a pickup line (how adorable) which caused his cheeks to redden. Tentatively, he surveyed her profile, before feeling the familiar sensation of having a crush, wash over him.

She was gorgeous, and although he knew he shouldn't stalk random pretty girls over the internet, he couldn't help himself. Her pictures showed her to be the manager of a club of some sort, and she was almost always posing with a teammate. A male, teammate.

But damn, that smile. Even if he felt a small pit of unfounded jealousy at the guys, her smile was enough to distract him from anything.

His fingers hovered over the "follow back" button, before he finally gave in to temptation by following her, commenting, and putting his phone away quickly, suddenly feeling like a schoolboy all over again.

That morning, before school, you could barely believe the notifications waiting for you on your phone.

"louispatridge_ is following you"

"louispatridge_ commented: nah, if anyone's fine, it's gotta be you ˃ᴗ˂ "

Of course, after having seven mini panic attacks, and fawning over him, you set out to tell your boys at the volleyball club the good news.

And all you could think about on the way there was how Louis Patridge somehow noticed you. It was unbelievable, and somehow turned your insides to jelly.

As soon as you reached the gym, you flung yourself on Atsumu, engulfing him in a hug. “Guys I'm so happy” you managed to choke out.

Atsumu obviously enjoyed holding you, and he gently wrapped his arms around you to feel your heart beating quickly

“To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you this early, y/n?” joked Aran.

Wordlessly, you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone. “He thinks I'm fine. Fine means hot right? I mean, I used it meaning hot. Because he is hot. And he thinks the same of me, that's gotta be good? And the emoticon. He used the same one, he's so cu—”

But you were interrupted out of your whisper-babble by the boys' shocked faces. He noticed her? This fast? “I'm so happy for you, y/n” said Akagi cheerfully, but internally he was demotivated and sad at the prospect of you dating the young star.

Suna looked at you thoughtfully and ruffled your hair. “That's my girl. She's just as amazing and capable as those girls on the silver screen.” and although it pained him to say this, he just wanted to share your happiness.

The twins were withdrawn, and Kita congratulated you, whilst obviously feeling a bit regretful for dismissing it as a "schoolgirl crush".

In general, the boys were upset, but not surprised. If you had them all collectively whipped for you, why not a movie star?

After kissing Suna's cheek and waving the rest of the boys off, you skipped all the way to homeroom, excited to share the news with your friends.

Silence followed your absence as Aran shrugged. “So are we gonna acknowledge the elephant in the room?”

Atsumu pouted and glared at them all. “Why did he have to notice her? Was it her profile picture? I've always asked her to change it, she looks way too attractive.”

Osamu nodded and jutted his bottom lip. “I mean, we think she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and apparently other guys do too.”

“Oh God make it stop” whispered Suna. “I wish she'd just stay ours. I don't mind competing with you guys, I'm obviously better, but that actor dude? No chance.”

“We'll be supportive” reaffirmed Kita. “Above all, she's out friend and we do not own her. If this makes her happy, we won't ruin it.”. Akagi and Aran were quiet.

Ever since that day, you and Louis have been slowly but steadily growing closer and falling harder for each other.

He tried his luck by texting you, and although you were shy and tentative at first, getting to know the real him was refreshing.

And you really did like him. He was intelligent, adorable, and realistic. The two of you spent your time from dusk till' dawn talking, whether on call or on text.

And no one could deny the blossoming chemistry between yourself and Louis. He was a gentleman in every way, and his honeyed words stuck in your heart, finding its way to be replayed every time you felt down.

The boys slowly saw you drifting away. And when you weren't, it was always "Louis this—" or “Louis said—” and frankly their hearts couldn't take it anymore. It was time to give up, and love you as a friend instead.

But immersed in his attention you barely even noticed.

One day, Louis called you as you were heading home after practice. “y/n! Love, guess what?”

“aw bubs, just tell me. I hate guessing. Mostly because I suck at it.”

You could hear him chuckle on the other side of the line as he softly whispered “I'm coming to Japan on the ninth!”

“Wait, Louis. Today's the ninth.”

“I know. So are you gonna come to that bubble tea place you won't shut up about, or must I come get you?”

“You're joking”

“I'm not. I've wanted to surprise you, and I swear it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Which includes getting kicked by a horse on set, but nevermind about that, y/n, I want to see you, so get your arse here.”

“Coming, Lord Tewkesbury”

“I might have a kink.”

You blushed bright red at his words. “shut up oh my gosh, I'll be there.”

Louis ended the call with a small smile on his face. He knew how easily flustered you were with him and he loved it. It was just another thing on the list of all the reasons why Louis Patridge adored you to hell and back.

The whole way to the shop, your heart was pounding. So you'd finally get to meet the guy you've been dreaming about ever since you laid eyes on him in a movie.

Ever since those late night phone calls and early morning texts made your heart race and eyes sparkle with wonder.

You were finally meeting him.

The familiar sweet smell of the tea washed over you, and a familiar face waited for you at the entrance. His brown eyes looked gorgeous in the sun and his hair was tousled exactly the way you once saw in a selfie.

Wasting no time, you ran to him, pulling him to a hug. He laughed and caught you in his arms, holding you closer as your legs wrapped around his waist. No words were exchanged, just touches. There were too many words said already.

After pulling away, he gently stroked his thumb through your features. Tucking a strand aside, ruffling your hair. His hands ached to touch you, and now, finally, he could.

“You're such a dork.” was all you could whisper, afraid speaking loudly would break the spell.

“Your dork. All yours.”

“Louis!” your voice went an octave higher as the familiar warm sensation came over your cheeks, painting them a delicate pink.

“Oh God, I've always wanted to see you blush. How can you be so adorable?? Oh God.”

You whined in protest, but frankly, you were too happy to be around him to care much at all.

Tipping your chin to face him, Louis Patridge did the one thing he dreamt of doing, ever since he stalked through your Instagram profile one fateful morning.

He kissed you.

And wouldn't you know it? You kissed him back. It was warm, comforting, and everything you thought it'd be.

Meanwhile, the boys had finished cleaning up the gym, and started heading home.

“Hey guys, do you wanna go grab some bubble tea?” asked Aran. The prospect of food, or sweet things always cheered up the boys, and after a day of particularly grueling practice, it was no surprise they agreed at once.

You however, were comfortably nestled next to Louis as you swapped stories. Your hands never left each other, though. He kept stroking your palm, just to remind himself you were here, right next to him.

“So how's the volleyball club, Mrs. manager?”

“Mrs? Do I look like I'm married?” to which Louis responded with a shrug and wink.

Coincidentally, the Inarizaki boys entered the shop at that very moment, freezing in their tracks after seeing you in a booth with Louis.

“Psst. Guys. Loverboy's here.”

“Should we say hello?”

“I might cry if they kiss” whimpered Akagi.

“We need to say hello, it's the right thing to do.” said Kita sensibly, as he walked up to the two of you. “Hello y/n-san, Louis-san.” said Kita with a slight nod.

Happily, you rose from your seat and hugged the captain, thanking him for saying hi, as you introduced him to Louis.

Soon, the other boys came around and one by one, introduced themselves as well. Honestly speaking, they were jealous. How could they possibly get over someone like you? Someone as spectacular and beautiful as you? But when they saw you face shining with radiance as you smiled at Louis, and the way his hands never left yours, they understood.

And they wanted you to be happy. That was the most important thing, above all else for the both of them.

“I love you, manager-chan.”

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Time To Go [5]: Things Have Gone So Horribly Wrong At This Point

Fandom: Devil May Cry Rating: M Characters: Nero, Dante, Vergil, Kyrie, Nico, Trish, Morrison Tags: Mystery, Humor, Missing Person, First Time, Family Drama, Family Bonding, Post-Canon Chapter: 5/9 Chapter [1] [2] [3] [4]

Summary: When Kyrie goes missing, Nero goes on a desperate search to find her. Unfortunately, Dante and Vergil go too. Sparda boys shenanigans, fighting demons, a smattering of family drama, and male bonding (otherwise known as Nero’s worst nightmare). Please check it out below, or you can read on FFNet or AO3. Beta read by @copper-wasp.

Now posted! Chapter 5: Things Have Gone So Horribly Wrong At This Point, in which Nero meets a former President, Dante and Vergil race, and Nico’s van gets a makeover.

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The van screeches to a stop in an empty parking lot. One street lamp flickers in the corner; otherwise, it's quiet—there are no lights, no cars, no people. It is the perfect spot for them to regroup and figure out their next move.

Dante opens the side of the van and climbs out as Vergil and Nero do the same. Reaching inside, Dante grabs the demon by the front of his coat, ignoring Trish's protest, and sets him down, the demon's legs dangling over the side of the van. Planting his foot up on the edge, Dante says, "Start talkin'."

The demon looks up, shaking slightly. "I don't—"

"Listen, shit head," Dante sighs. "It's one in the morning, I got this kid up my ass, I've had to look at my brother's ugly mug all night, and a cat stole my pizza. I'm pissed, tired, hungry, and I want to go home. So fucking talk."

"I don't know anything!" the demon cries.

Trish leans her forearm on the side of the door. "I thought you said you were good at this."

"I thought you said he'd know something."

Next to Dante, Vergil huffs. "You might try asking an actual question."

"Okay, everyone back off!" Dante snaps, holding up his hands.

"Move." Nero pushes him out of the way, stepping up in front of the demon. "What's your name?" he asks.

"Abe Lincoln," the demon replies.

Nero nods. "Okay, Abe. There's a girl missing. Her name is Kyrie. One of you demon assholes took her, and I want to know who. If I like what you have to say, you get to live another day. If I don't, you get a bullet in your head, just like your namesake. Understand?"

It is hard to tell what exactly the demon's expression is with his human suit so mangled, but Dante assumes it hits somewhere between annoyance and disgust. "Fucking humans," he says. "What makes you think I know anything? You all look the same to me."

Nero takes out his revolver and pushes it against the demon's head. "You have five seconds."

"He's not kidding," Vergil says. "He shot me earlier."

Dante snorts, but notes how Nero's fingers flex and coil around the grip of the gun. If they aren't careful, he'll blow the informant away before they get any information. "All right, kid," he says. "Let's give him a chance to answer."

"You're crazy!" the demon snaps. "All of you are crazy!" It looks up at Trish hissing, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Just answer their questions," she says tiredly.

"Time's up," Nero says.

The demon puts his hands up. Half the suit falls off and hits the ground, and Dante wrinkles his nose in disgust as it splatters on his boots. "Okay! Okay! What's her name? I don't know, maybe I heard something—"

"Kyrie," Nero replies coolly.

The demon nods. "Okay. I mean, maybe? Lots of demons take humans for food or power or just for fun. I don't know their specific names though."

"She's from Fortuna," Dante offers.

"Fortuna? I don't fuck with Fortuna." The demon gives a weird hissing sound that could be laughter. "Anyone that has any sense stays the hell away from there."

"That's funny, I kill plenty of demons there," Nero says.

The demon looks at him scornfully. "Newbies," it replies.

Dante heaves a sigh. "Listen, Abe, you got something for us or what?"

The demon looks around nervously. "No! I don't know. I ain't heard nothing about taking people from Fortuna, and I ain't heard the name Kyrie. Don't kill me!"

The three men exchange a glance. "He's telling the truth," Trish says. "He wouldn't lie, would you, sweet?"

"No, ma'am," the demon answers.

Dante narrows his eyes at Trish but she offers only a cool smile. "I'd really, really appreciate you not killing this one. It took me a long time to find a worthwhile informant."

Nero makes an angry noise in his throat, but he lowers the gun. "If I find out you lied to me, I'm going to come back here and rip your heart out myself." Then he steps away and walks around the van, climbing into the driver's side and slamming the door shut.

Dante swallows uncomfortably. He looks at Vergil and says, "Got any other ideas?"

Vergil shoots him a look but doesn't answer. Dante nods and says to Trish, "Thanks for trying anyway. I guess we'll head back and figure out our next step."

"No problem." Trish hops out of the van and tugs the demon with her. "Give me a call if you need anything else." She walks away, dragging it behind her, until they disappear into the night.

Dante heaves a huge sigh. "What a damn mess."

"We should go back to Fortuna," Vergil says. "Start looking there. I'm still not convinced she didn't leave on her own."

"Don't push that with the kid," Dante growls. "He's feeling bad enough."

"Let's go." Vergil steps into the back of the van, leaving Dante to kick the tire in frustration.

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They are halfway back to Fortuna and in the middle of nowhere when something inside the van makes a loud popping sound. Smoke starts pouring out from under the hood, and with a series of curses Nero pulls over to the side of the road. The van sputters as it rolls to a stop, and all three men climb out and step around to the front hood.

The only light on the road comes from the van's headlights. There is not a sound, not even animals in the distance, and they had not passed another vehicle for at least an hour. Nero rubs the back of his head as Dante checks his phone, which has no signal bars above the time that reads 2:28 am.

"Now what?" Vergil asks.

"Guess we walk." Dante heads to the van and opens the side door. He climbs in and grabs an empty bag, rummaging around for anything they might need. He finds a flashlight, a smattering of knives, and a candy bar, the rest of it just being Nico's junk that he can't make heads or tails of anyway. He munches as he returns to the others, who are still staring at the smoking van. "You guys coming or what?"

Nero slams his fist on the hood of the van, leaving a small dent. "This is bullshit!" he shouts. "We came all this way, and for nothing! We're no closer to finding Kyrie and now the van—" He lets go a yell and punches it again, and again. His demon arm activates, the blue light looking eerie in the dark, and with a final growl Nero rips off the entire hood and tosses it towards the wooded area off the side of the highway.

It skids across the ground with a metallic, grinding sound until it comes to a stop. Dante swallows the rest of the candy bar as Vergil glances at him. He gives a shrug, and Vergil nods. They stand shoulder to shoulder and watch as Nero continues his tirade for another minute or so, the van left with holes and dents in the metal, and the windshield now sporting a nasty crack that runs diagonally through the glass.

Nero plants his hands on the side of the van, leaning his head down as he takes heaving breaths. His shoulders shake as he tries to get a hold of himself, and Dante clears his throat. "You good now, kid?"

"No, I'm not good," Nero hisses. "What are we gonna do now? She's still gone and…" Metal screeches as his demon hand bends the frame under his grip. "This is just like Fortuna. I was too weak to protect her then, and now she's been taken all over again. I'm supposed to keep her safe but this shit just keeps happening, because of me."

Dante wads up his trash and shoves it in his pocket. "Ah come on, you don't know that—"

Nero whirls on him, the edges of his eyes glowing, the devil inside him kept at bay with the barest threads of sanity. "It's because of me, and you, and him—" Nero points at Vergil, who tenses in response, "—and Sparda—I wish I wasn't a part of this fucking family!"

Dante can feel his own demon powers rallying inside in response, but he tempers it easily even as he sets his jaw. "Fighting me ain't gonna get you anywhere," he warns.

"It'll make me feel a hell of a lot better."

"Nero," Vergil says in a warning tone.

Dante can't help but stiffen a bit. He has no idea what to say at this point, if there is anything that can be said to calm the kid down. But he knows for sure whatever lecture Vergil has planned is going to end with them all bloody, so he sighs and shakes his head, bracing himself for it.

To his surprise, Vergil simply says, "Come on. It's getting late."

Nero blinks in surprise when Vergil turns and starts walking up the road, his strides purposeful. He glances at Dante who gives the kid a smile and a shrug, slinging the bag over his shoulder and following. He smiles at the stunned silence behind him, only broken when Nero shouts, "Where are you going?"

Dante turns and walks backward, squinting at bit at Nero's silhouette illuminated by the headlights. "Gotta be something up the road," he calls back. "Best to keep moving."

He stares at the back of Vergil's head as they continue on, and a half minute later the headlights go out. Dante can hear Nero's footsteps hurrying up behind them, and again he smiles to himself. He picks up the pace a bit, a renewed energy letting him pass Vergil, who makes a noise behind him. "Don't walk in front of me," Vergil mutters. He moves a bit faster to catch up with Dante, making sure to walk just fast enough to stay a half step ahead.

Dante picks up his pace in answer. "Too slow, old man."

Vergil starts walking so quickly he is nearly jogging, and Dante begins trotting along to pull ahead. "What are you doing?" Nero calls behind them, but neither brother answers. Their speed increases incrementally until they are both moving at a quick jog, when Dante gives Vergil a shove.

"Watch it!" he snaps.

"Watch you eat my dust," Dante laughs.

He sprints forward, running as fast as he can. "That doesn't even make sense!" Vergil yells behind him, and a moment later he appears by his side, the two racing down the highway in the dark.

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The little office of the rundown motel is crowded with all three Spardas inside. There is just the front counter in front of a wall with dangling keys, the attendant looking up at them in a surprised half-daze, as they squeeze into the waiting room. Nero looks around at the stained green carpet and the calendar on the wall that is three years late, his skin itching just being in here. "Van broke down about thirty miles back," Dante says. "You got a phone we can use for a tow?"

The attendant leans over to turn the volume down on the little television set on the counter. "Only tow around here is Richie, but he won't answer this late. You'll need to wait until morning."

Nero huffs and pushes his way through the other two. "We're in a hurry."

The guy squints his eyes up at him. "You fellas in the circus or something?"

Dante gives a loud laugh. "Something. Since we gotta wait, you got a room? Three of them."

"Yeah." He pulls out a book and starts to write. "It'll be ninety dollars, plus tax."

Vergil and Dante exchange a look. "All you, brother," Vergil says.

"I ain't got it." He nods to Nero. "You can cover, right?"

"Not after I had to pay that woman and then buy you pizza," Nero mutters. "I only have another thirty on me."

Dante leans on the counter. "What can we get for thirty?"

The attendance swallows. "One room for the three of you. Checkout is at ten."

Nero grumbles under his breath, pushing past Vergil to go outside. After chasing down the two idiots they had spotted the neon Vacancy sign, heading over from the highway. It is nearly three in the morning now, and Nero can feel tiredness in his muscles and joints between the driving, the fight, and then the run. A shower and a couple of hours of sleep actually had sounded good, even in a fleabag place like this, but he still itches to get back to Fortuna and look for more clues.

The room is as bad as he had feared. Two double beds are inside, the mattresses lumpy and the blankets looking unwashed. Dante immediately flops on one, his frame taking up the entire space as he crosses his legs and props his hands behind his head. "Not so bad," he says as Nero and Vergil exchange a glance.

"It's awful," Vergil says.

Nero reluctantly agrees, watching as Vergil steps through the room tentatively. He turns and looks at Nero and says, "I'm not sharing the bed."

"Don't bother," Nero snaps. "I'm not gonna sleep anyway."

He strides through the room to the bathroom. The tile is cracked and dirty and the shower looks like it hasn't ever been cleaned, and he doesn't even want to look as he closes the toilet and sits down on the lid. In the next room he can hear Dante flip the television on as Vergil gripes about the inch of dust on the bedside table. Guilt fills his stomach as he thinks about the way he destroyed the van and railed against them both. Nero heaves a sigh, dropping his head down. Despite his tantrum, they had stayed with him and hadn't given him any grief about the van. That has to mean something.

"Hey kid!" Dante pounds on the door, startling him. "There's a vending machine, you want something?"

Nero chuckles. "Sure," he replies.