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becausegoodbye · 1 year

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A home to treasure, a home to flee

(**This post contains big-time spoilers for Citizen Sleeper and Life is Strange: True Colors. No way around it! **)

In the last year, I've had two experiences with video games that unearthed some interestingly divergent intuitions in me.

In one, the game let me make a precarious little home for myself, and even though it kept giving me opportunities to leave – it really seemed like it hoped I'd leave, to strike out somewhere in pursuit of a better life – I clung to the fragile little home I'd created, savouring its small earned pleasures.

In the other, the game gave me a home, aesthetically dazzling and too good to be true, with a hideous past which the game desperately wanted me to forgive and to stay – laying it on thick about how beautiful it would be if I stayed – and I found I couldn't flee fast enough.

It makes me wonder a bit about my relationship to home.

Citizen Sleeper is one of my favourite games I've played in a long time. It's quietly etched its place on the list I keep in my mind of "proper Hall of Fame indie games", along with Celeste and Immortality and at most a dozen others. It's a game whose ambitions are restrained, but the light touches of its writing are pretty much all paintbrush-perfect.

In it, you play a Sleeper, a degraded kind of worker-clone, carrying the emulated consciousness of a real person inside a crummy bio-android body that'll fall apart if it doesn't get regular injections of corporate-controlled medicine. Your entire existence is a method of skirting labour laws. You managed to escape your corporate labour-camp, but now you're on this random space station with no money or friends, and your biological meltdown-clock is ticking. Just gotta keep moving, keep working, keep trying to figure something out.

I won't give a full review of the mechanics and story; what I really want to talk about right now is the apartment. In Citizen Sleeper, you're always choosing how to allocate your limited time and energy, and if you want, you can choose to spend an irresponsible amount of both fixing up an abandoned apartment unit, using scrap metal to try to plug up the holes and make it livable. This is, frankly, the best thing. With how nightmarishly precarious every aspect of your existence as a runaway Sleeper is, just to be able to lay your head somewhere that's yours is blissful.

And then – most special of all – once you've fixed up the apartment, a stray cat will sometimes stop by, and you can spend some money to feed it some crushed-up crackers. The cat never becomes yours (it always maintains its independence, coming and going as it pleases), but you can know each other. You can become part of the weave of each other's lives. Even in this hostile capitalist hell-hole, even with a body constantly on the verge of betraying you: you can eat some delicious spiced fungus and have a cat stroke itself against your thighs. Things can be worth it.

As I got on top of my finances and found a steady source of medicine, I only found myself more and more attached to my apartment. Some missions take you right over the other side of the space station, and (because it can take ages to get back) the game frequently offers you places to crash that are much closer to where you need to be. I didn't use them once. Once I'd fixed up the unit, I slept every single subsequent night of the game there, even if it meant traveling a silly distance to get there and back. I wanted to get back because, first, it was my home, and second, I had to feed the stray cat. It might miss me if I were gone.

As you get further into Citizen Sleeper, the game offers you all sorts of ways to get off the station. You can work/cheat your way onto a huge colony ship that's set to begin populating a new and uninhabited planet. You can hitch a ride with a mercenary and start a more knowingly dangerous kind of life. You can fuse your consciousness with a cyber-organic plant-consciousness, 'Grow Vast and Strange', and lose your sense of a distinct self entirely.

I didn't go for any of them. I got my friends on board the colony ship and waved goodbye to them. I gave the mercenary the cold shoulder. I thanked the plant-consciousness profusely for the opportunity, but wistfully turned away from what it was offering. I kept choosing to return to my own small world on the station: to the apartment, to the stray, to Emphis' spiced fungus stand, to Lem & Mina & Tala & Riko, and to all the tiny meaningful markers of the life I'd built for myself here.

This was my life. I'd made it, and that meant everything.

Life is Strange: True Colors is a much weirder game, and one I'd recommend to far fewer people. I've written before about my complicated feelings about the Life is Strange series, which have a tendency to take huge emotional swings with subjects that they're not really mature enough to handle responsibly. That's part of their appeal, admittedly: these games absolutely go for it, and even when they stumble, it's usually pretty compelling.

In True Colors, you play as Alex Chen, a shy 21-year-old orphan with a kind of superpowered empathy. She can read people's thoughts a bit, sometimes even accessing their memories, and when somebody near her is experiencing a big emotion, she gets overwhelmed with a mirrored version of it. This got her branded as 'emotionally unstable' in the Oregon foster care system, so she struggled to be adopted. She lost touch with her older brother Gabe after he was placed with a different foster family, but eight years later, with his own life straightened out, Gabe was able to track her down, and invite her to come live with him in the idyllic little mountain town called Haven Springs.

I won't go beat-by-beat through the whole plot, because it's bonkers and byzantine, but the key points are these. (Again, full spoilers.) After Alex and Gabe's dad abandoned them when Alex was 11, he ended up working for a locally hegemonic mining company called Typhon in Haven Springs. Later, Gabe tried to track him down, and Haven Springs was where the trail went cold. This turns out to be because their dad died in a hideous mine collapse, along with several other miners. A local foreman named Jed Lucan got credited as a 'hero' for saving the miners who survived, but in reality he was the one who chose to abandon the others to their deaths, and Typhon conspired with him to cover it all up.

When Gabe came to Haven Springs looking for their dad, that same foreman, Jed, now the owner of a local bar, felt guilty about having left this kid fatherless, and treated Gabe with a lot of generosity. He set Gabe up with a job in his bar, let him rent the great loft apartment upstairs, and really just ensconced Gabe in Haven Springs life (obviously without telling him the murdery truth). Then, when Gabe is finally able to track down his little sister Alex, he wants to pass on the generosity, and offers you the loft. He’s moving in with his girlfriend, you and your brother are finally back in each other’s lives, and it all seems too good to be true.

It is. Almost immediately after arriving in town, Gabe is killed – by the very same mining corporation – while up in the mountains trying to rescue his girlfriend's kid. Typhon were told that there were people in the area and they needed to delay their blast, but they knowingly went ahead with it anyway, because (it turns out) they needed the noise to cover up a second, more illegal scheduled blast nearby. That second blast was to fully cave in the old mine and bury the evidence of the incident that killed Alex and Gabe's father, in preparation for a coming inspection that could have uncovered the deaths.

So essentially: your brother was murdered casually, incidentally, as part of covering up your dad's murder from years ago.

I'm delivering this information in a totally different order than the game does (there, the relevation that Jed let miners die and your dad was among them comes very late), but I'm laying it all out so you understand the chronology of events. Just lay it all out flat in your mind. You're Alex, and you find yourself living in this town that seems pretty wonderful – picturesque and warm, with an economy of little other than bars and flower shops and record stores – but you eventually discover that both your father and your brother have been murdered here. You also discover that the person who's been kindest to you, the surrogate father-figure who let you work in the bar and live in the loft virtually rent-free, is the evil fuck who killed your dad.

You do eventually empathy-detective your way to exposing all this, of course. By the end of the game, Jed is going to prison, and Typhon is facing the absurdly (but not unrealistically) softer consequences of 'their CEO resigning' and 'their stock price taking a hit'. But then – and this is the part I've needed to go over all this melodramatic plot in order to talk about – the game wants you to stay in Haven Springs.

Alex's final choice is whether to stay or leave. Somehow, you're still living in the loft of the murderer you put in jail, and it's implied that you can just keep doing that. The game gives you an option to leave – to go off on a scrappy music tour with your indie girlfriend Steph – but the game gilds the lily heavily in favour of staying. You have an entire conversation with an imaginary ghost-projection of Gabe, and he spins this whole fantasia about how wonderful your life could be if you simply stayed, let "time do its thing", and commit to transforming this place.

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But like ... fuck that, right? Fuck that!!!

As far as I'm concerned, this is a "noping out of a horror movie" situation. By the end of True Colors, Haven Springs feels cursed. This tiny pretty town is where every existing member of your family was murdered. What, you're literally just gonna stick around limply hoping they won't murder you too? While the hegemonic mining corporation is still stalking around, knowing you did this to them?

Like, Alex. Dude. These white people are not safe. The Chens are seemingly the only Asian-American family in a hundred miles, and the track record of Chens not getting murdered by the biggest and most powerful local employer is bad. Sure, that one guy is in prison now, but the problem was never that one guy. Underneath this town is a seam of raw murder and lies and evil, and everyone being so saccharine-sweet to you all game long only makes that fact worse. You can’t escape your trauma, you can’t escape your brother and father having been killed, and you can’t escape the horrorshow of capitalism – but you surely don’t have to stay here.

It's hard to overstate how repulsed I felt by the prospect of staying in Haven Springs. While Citizen Sleeper had me taking pride in the modest, scrappy life I'd clawed out for myself in the margins, True Colors felt like the complete opposite. It felt like a series of overbearingly loaded gifts, all lush and pretty and tailor-made, but with a violent catch spring-loaded inside every pocket. It felt like the bashful smile of a poisoner offering you a drink. All of my instincts were to run.

Some day soon, I'm sure I'll be able to write a thing about videogames without tying it back to transness, but look – I'm two months on HRT. Right now everything feels connected with transitioning, and I'd be lying if I said the trans-relevance of this little parable didn't occur to me immediately.

My body is the home I was given, and I’ve always lived here uneasily. I’ve never known what to do with the ‘gifts’ that came with being read as a guy (most of them are still half-unwrapped in the back of my closet). Everyone wanted me to like it here, expected me to like it here – why wouldn’t you like it here? – but I just didn’t. A seam under the surface was wrong, and kept itching. I don’t want this to come across as a matter of pure contrarianism, but being real: the amount of contrarianism at work here probably isn’t zero. The world tried to give me a gender I’d like – a whole sweet-ass loft if you just ignore the murders – and I’m leaving. I’m off to make my own thing. And even if it’s objectively shittier in tons of ways, I’m confident I’ll like it more.

Between Citizen Sleeper and True Colors, my inescapable conclusion is: I would rather sit alone in this cold empty abandoned apartment than live in Haven Spring's paradise. I would rather chew fungus and scrape for corpo-medicine as a girl than be the beloved centre of a twinkling idyll as a guy. Haven Springs is so pristine and gorgeous, so flush with friends and flowers and foosball, but at a certain point you just can't unsee the seam of wrongness under everything. Whereas the kind of life you can build in Citizen Sleeper – the crummy apartment, the stray cat, all the friends you make and all the people who pass you by – feels infinitely stronger to me. Infinitely more earned. Infinitely more durable and darnable and real.

#“a whole sweet-ass loft if you just ignore the murders” = my user review of masculinity #I have some writer friends who - when I write long and literary posts like this one - always suggest sending them to publications #and I've done that a bit in the past but mostly I just ... don't #partly out of laziness #partly out of a self-deprecating assumption that they're too idiosyncratic and personal #but also partly – I think – out of another limb of the exact same range of feeling as I'm talking about in this post #being published in someone else's publication is like ... oh #if you behave yourself very well you can get invited to dinner #put on a starchy shirt and try to be as sparkling and interesting as you can #y'know?#whereas ... this tumblr? my dinky little website?#they're shitty but they're mine #(tumblr as an abandoned apartment building that I get to squat in)#(that feels particularly apropros)#it's hard for me to feel like there could be a better venue for writing like this #it's so self-indulgent! and so absurdly niche!#so I end up just ... staying in this shabby little home I've made for myself #which I think makes sense given the content and context here #lol #citizen sleeper #life is strange: true colors

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 3 years

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Fic: Moves

A quick Frankie piece I wrote instead of crying about my life being shit right now. It's not even a comfort piece! I don't know what it is.

Frankie x you/reader

Warnings: Fellatio. That's basically it.

Summary: A discussion about your use of makeup turns into you blowing Frankie? Idek anymore.

“Why do women use so much makeup, really?

“To look good to men, what did you expect?” You don’t look away from the bathroom mirror and your careful application of eyeliner. Frankie stands in the doorway, looking contemplatively at your doings.

“Isn’t that why women do anything?” he teases you. You shoot him a quick, sarcastic grimace before taking on the other eye with the eyeliner pencil.

“Is this where you’ll start telling me I don’t need makeup to look good and that natural is best? Aren’t we too old to have this conversation anyway?” you ask rhetorically. Frankie chuckles.

“It’s all the same to me if you want to use makeup or not –“

“It’s not, though, you love parading me around when I look my best,” you interject, and Frankie takes it coolly.

“No protests there. I just think it takes so much time out of your day. Wouldn't you rather use this time to do something else?" He winks mischievously. "Me, for example?"

You pause with the pencil to roll your eyes.

“I read somewhere that the real reason men dislike women using makeup is that it makes them, the women, I mean, put so much focus, time and money on themselves," you tell him as you carefully apply the eyeliner. "They make themselves feel beautiful, wanted and successful, and men can’t handle being second in a woman’s life…”

Frankie scoffs in disdain and you turn to him, smiling brightly. “How about it?” you tease him gleefully. “Feeling emasculated and unimportant because I spend more time every morning looking at myself in the mirror than I look at you?”

“You can look at whoever the hell you like all morning as long as it’s my dick you ride at night,” he replies with total dignity and calm. You laugh and walk up to him, throwing your arms around his neck.

“That’s the sort of confidence you can’t buy in a bottle,” you tell him. Frankie’s hands quickly find their favorite spots on your ass, pulling you closer to him.

“Anyone would be confident if they got a girl like you,” he replies, dipping down to kiss you. Smiling into the kiss, you bask in his praise.

“Flattery will get you anywhere, darling…”

“I’m just trying to get you back into bed.”

“What a surprise! A man complimenting a woman to get into her panties!”

“Can't blame me for trying...”

You press your lips to his again but before you can bite his lower lip, like you often do, he pulls away.

“I know your moves, baby girl,” he tells you with a dark smile, but he clearly didn't expect you to drop to your knees and unbuckle the belt around his soft waist. Despite having limited time – you both have work to get to, after all – you take care to make it one of those unforgettable blowjobs. You tease him with lips and fingers until he’s begging you, then suck him greedily to the brink of cumming but deny him the orgasm – twice – before you finally swallow every last drop of cum he spurts into your mouth.

When you rise, he attempts to kiss you, but you ignore him with a little smirk. You return to the bathroom mirror, pick out a lipstick and carefully apply it. Your lips deliciously red, you finally turn to Frankie, who’s trying to regain his dignity by pulling up his pants and is now (with slightly trembling fingers, you note with satisfaction) rebuckling his belt.

“You really know all my moves, soldier?” you purr. Frankie grins and shakes his head, his features soft with adoration for you.

“Never have, never will, amor. And I don't want to.”

#my fic #triple frontier fanfic #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader

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o-pandora-o · 3 years

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Baker MC: April Fool's Special

Baker MC strikes again! Fooling the Demon Brothers in April Fool's by their realistic cake. How would they react?

Note: I would like to apologize beforehand, some of the brothers turned out to be boring rather than funny. I will try to edit this when I have the time.

Lucifer:

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Background: You planned this with the Anti-Lucifer squad. You hid all his pen in his room leaving a suspicious "pen" that looks like the pen he usually use. Satan put a powerful spell on the pen, removing its sweet scent to avoid the suspicion. You put a hidden camera to see his reaction.

Luci daddy came home tired from all the things he'd done in RAD.

He still have some paper works to finish, he put the paper works in the table and sat on his chair.

Ya'll saw him eyeing the "pen"

He picked up the pen and was gonna start writing until he glared at the camera and crushed the pen.

It was a chocolate and strawberry cake

He licked the strawberry (the filling of the pen) that splattered near his mouth, made a grin, glared at the camera and said "Run."

You all ran for your lives, spreading inside the House of Lamentation

Did you succeed in running : Nope

Did you three hang from the ceiling: Yes

Ya'll saw him smirk and laugh like a madman afterwards

Bonus:

Lucifer took a picture of you three hanging from the ceiling and sent it in the group with Diavolo.

Ofc ya'll didn't knew, you were hanging from the ceiling

Levi made it a meme and posted it on Devilgram AND gave Lucifer and Diavolo a printed copy

April Fool's to you

Mammon:

Credits to: The BakeKing

It was your turn in making dinner and Mammon kept bugging you if he can help.

"No Mammon" you kept on saying but he was still bugging you.

You weren't really mad at Mammon (honestly you thought it's funny), but to make things interesting...

"I SAID NO MAMMON" you shouted at him.

"LOOK WHERE YER CUTTING HU--AAAAHHHH!!!" You cut your hand and blood was running.

"AAAAAH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID MAMMON" you screamed.

"MCCCCCCCC YOUR HAND" yes I can see Mammon He screamed loud enough that it can be heard at Diavolo's castle.

Glad you two are alone in the House of Lamentation though

You were wearing a long sleeved jacket and the "cake" was your hand; it was like a lava cake, instead of chocolate it was darkened and smoothened strawberry puree.

You glared at him and blamed him

Poor boi was crying, kept apologizing, and saying the lines of "I'm sorry", "I'm so dead", and "Let's take ya to the hospital".

He shitted on his pants and kept panicking poor boi

It was hilarious tho

He was crying and you couldn't hide the laughter

"Oi! Did someone hit ya in the head? WHY ARE YA LAUGHING YER HAND WAS CU-" and he he saw that the interior of the so called "hand" was made out of strawberry and strawberry puree.

"April Fool's Mammon!" you told him as you finally reveal your real hand.

"MC! Why did ya prank me?! It wasn't a good prank! I thought you-" You shushed him while you gave him a small bag of grimm.

"Is it for me? Are ya sure ya ain't pranking me this time?"

"Yeah, now buy what you want to buy, I will just go to my room for a while" you replied.

Cue you teleporting

It was a bag full of gold-coated chocolate that looks (and is heavy) like a bag of grimm.

"MCCCCCCC!!!!!"

The next few days you see Mammon pouting and murmuring things about you.

You felt bad so you left grimm on the floor of his room every time you were near it

Leviathan:

Credits to: The BakeKing

On April 1st, Levi was required to go to the school for academic purposes, so you took this chance to play a lil prank on him.

When Levi was away, you hid all the items that he usually use: computer, consoles, Azuki-tan pillow, and some Ruri-chan figures.

And you took time to make realistic cake that are very similar to those you hid.

When he was almost home, you placed all the realistic cake on his room.

You were supposed to go on a raid with him when he comes home

Cue him coming home and going to his room

You visited the him in his room, panic reflecting off his face.

"Levi, is there something wrong?" you asked

"Ah, it's this computer, it doesn't open! And it seems I'm kind of making a dent on it too. It's so weirdddddd" he said

He got a bit forceful and his finger created a hole on the computer

"Eh? Cake? Mc did you do this? Lmao"

You hand him a note that says "Look for the cakes, the location of the real ones lie at the last treasured cake"

"Oh boy mc a scavenger hunt, its like the new anime I was watching 'My fiancée is a criminal mastermind that kept giving me clues to find the missing items and bodies to make myself famous' " I'm really sorry I really suck at names

So he proceeds with finding all the cakes, and he got all the real things for his room however...

" MC where is my limited edition Ruri-chan that is dressed like a succubus?"

"It's there, it was with the other Ruri-chan figures" you said as you were looking at the figures that he was holding

Turns out Mammon saw all the goods on your room, and took the chance to get one since he knows it wasn't yours.

April fool's? I guess.

Satan:

Credits to: SideSurf Cake Studio

You were helping him in his cooking duty today.

You requested that both of you make human food because apparently you "missed the taste" of the cuisine.

So you took care of the usual ingredients of the cuisine: vegetables, onion, garlic, meat and etc.

He didn't know or did he that you secretly placed realistic cake counterparts of it.

When it was cooking time, he selected the cake counterparts (this boi might be smart but you were from the human world so he thought it was correct).

He started cutting an onion, to his dismay he saw a soft chocolate interior.

"Huh? That can't be right, I believe onions should either have violet, yellowish, or whitish hue inside"

"Hmmm yeah, let me try this one" you said as you grabbed another onion and proceed to cut it

"Hm, this one is the right one, I wonder what happened to that" you said

STOP THE CAP MC

"Hm, anyways I will proceed in cutting the rest"

Bottom-line all he cut was cake and what you cut the real one

"Satan, maybe you were cursed? All the ingredients that you touched turned into cake" you said as you were preparing to take the meal to the dining area.

"I suppose that is the case, however... "

"Hm?" you said as you were supposed to bring the meal outside.

"However I have outsmarted you MC, I knew it was you who made those realistic mini cakes" he said as he took a bite of the onion cake while grinning smugly

Smart boi #2

"I-uhhh No it was not- Hey wait a min! If you knew why did you continue to make me believe you were fooled!" you replied

"April Fool's MC~, if I didn't do that I wouldn't have extra time to spend with you" he said as he got out patting your head

Satan, you slick son of a bish

Asmodeus:

Credits to: Etsy

This guy is late for school

Did you plan to make him late? Yes No

Cue flashback: you ruined his beauty sleep 3 times which resulted in kicking you out of his room and made him wake up late

Well even though he is late, he would still do his morning routine without rush

Priorities ✨

You put a small camera on top of his cabinet to see his reaction

After hours of bathing he sat down to his dresser

He grabbed his toner and when he squeezed it lightly it nothing came out

"Ehhh? That's weird, I could've sworn this is the new toner I bought" he squeezed it more and the toner was destroyed revealing a squished vanilla cake

He sighed and said "MC did it again"

He tried looking and poking all of his makeup just to make sure it's not mini cakes

10/10 are all mini cakes

He saw a note that said "In the drawer lies the real make up hehe April Fool's day!"

When he came to RAD, he was already late for 4 hours

"MC when I said I wanted Makeup mini cakes, I wanted it for my birthday! Not today!"

Is disappointed at you

Will frown and pout when he pass by at you during school

Well you feel bad at pranking him so you treat him at an exclusive spa

Beelzebub:

Credits to: The Custom Cake Shop

I mean Bell eats everything, so is there even use?

Beel had the whole day working out

Since he didn't have much money (not that you persuaded him to bring less, no-) his only option is to go home and eat

During the time he was working out, you made different flavored cakes and pastries into dishes. You made a ton of (chocolate-strawberry cake into) cheeseburger, (cheesecake) devildom sushi, cake turned into slushy (the container can be eaten too), plates can also be eaten, etc.

Well you made Beel drool, he didn't waste time so he sat down and took a bite of the cheeseburger

He was slightly shocked because it was sweet rather than savory

But that didn't stop his hunger

It was about 10 mins till he finished what you have created in 12 hours (and more)

"MC all you made was really delicious, now I want something salty to eat...Let's eat dinner!" he said as he dragged you to eat

April fools to you

After that whenever you gave him something to eat/drink (like a glass of slushy or something) he would try to also eat the container

Poor kitchenware and Luci's budget

Belphie:

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This boi knows

Smartboi #3

You gave him a pillow that is the same as the pillow he usually carries

He didn't really say anything about it, but he knows for a fact that it is cake

He slept on it

Your hard work in making it realistic,, he slept on it

You came back to his room and you wait for him to wake up

"Mcccccc, this is so fluffy like my favorite pillowww, but it's not really a good way to prank someone, but on the other hand it's really convenient...."he said as he yawns and signals you to come to his bed

He took a bite of the errrr pillow and said" This is really good, like the last time you made a toilet paper, but you know what else is good?"

My love for you jk

" Hm?" you replied

" This!" he said as he began tickling your sides

You fight him back and tickle his sides when you had the chance

It ended of as you two were panting and laughing in bed

Poor cake pillow forgotten

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shinsouskitten · 4 years

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Late Kinktober: Lingerie (hcs) - Multiple

I kinda wanted to do more than one person for this particular one so I defaulted to my hcs to include more space. I hope that’s okay

🍗 Keigo Takami (Hawks) x gn!reader, 💙🔥 Dabi x gn!reader, 🖤 Shota Aizawa x gn!reader

Warnings: kinktober so yk… nsfw, minors DNI

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Keigo Takami (Hawks):

🍗 Chances are, if you don’t buy some within the first few months of you dating, he’s going to buy it for you. There’s just something special to Keigo about seeing you all dolled up just for him, and if it’s Hawks themed, that’s even better

🍗 Though lingerie is often used to set the mood, with Keigo it’s not uncommon for him to pause everything to get a particular piece he purchased for you, just so he can see how beautiful you look in it. Sure, it can sometimes take you out of the moment when he stops screwing you to run to the closet and grab a new piece of lingerie for you to try on, but with the attention he shows you after? Definitely worth it

🍗 He doesn’t let you take it off. Or well, he doesn’t let you take it all off. If it restricts access, Keigo will either remove that single piece or find a way around it. But he prefers to see you in as much as you’re able to wear when he spends special time with you

🍗 He likes seeing you in red most (figures). A high amount of buckles or straps don’t bother Keigo, he can just send his feathers to untie them without having to move attention away from you. In fact, he kinda likes having more restrictions, cause it means he gets to take him time taking it off you once you’re finished (while he does this he also kisses you all over cause he’s cute like that)

🍗 He also likes seeing feathers (the non-him kind) on your lingerie, and even as much as he wants to ravage you, he won’t ever tear or destroy the stuff you wear for him (not that it would really matter with the sheer amount of lingerie he buys you)

🍗 Chances are there’s a whole ass closet just for lingerie. And he’s the one that buys it all. You can try and tell him to calm down with the spending, but he wont. He wants to see his baby bird look special for him (*Yagami Yato fangirl noises*). No amount of money is too much

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Dabi:

💙🔥 Wear lingerie within a mile of Dabi and you’re not leaving until it’s completely and utterly ruined. Torn, cut, burned, it’s reduced to such a state that it’s not even wearable. If you want to keep anything you wear for him, you’ll have to remove the pieces yourself to save them from destruction

💙🔥 Although sexual moments with Dabi tend to consist of quickies in alleys when he’s not on missions, there is the rare occasion when you get more time to spend together. That’s when the lingerie is brought out (never to be seen again)

💙🔥 He’s not preferential to color or style, and to be honest, he kind of finds it pointless to get all dressed up just to take it all off again. Neither of you really have the time to make an event out of the time you get together, so really he prefers easy access. Hell, you could probably draw fake lingerie on your body with a sharpie and he’ll still think you look like the sexiest person in the world

💙🔥 He tends to get frustrated if there are too many straps or buttons or ties or clasps, so much so that he usually ends up burning through them just to get it off you (so, as a word to the wise, don’t splash out on expensive lingerie to surprise Dabi)

💙🔥 Possibly the best way to use lingerie to your advantage is as a build up when he’s not quite close enough to you. Say nearing the end of a mission, when things begin to cool down, a small ping on his phone alerts him to your text. A single picture. That’s all it takes for not-so-little Dabi to jump at the thought of getting back to you. When he does, I’d suggest removing the lingerie in advance, or you’re not leaving with it intact

💙🔥 If there’s anything he’ll allow you to keep on it’s thigh-highs and garters. They don’t restrict access to the important areas - so there’s no need for Dabi to burn them off you - but they do make your legs look extra delicious

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Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead):

🖤 Lingerie will go down one of two ways with Shota. The first, it’s your idea to surprise him after a rough day, in which case it ends up as a long night of body worship. The second, it’s part of a plan to tease the living hell out of him for ignoring you (he wasn’t doing it on purpose, hence why it’s not malicious revenge)

🖤 Best way to tease him? Send him photos of you wearing it when he’s meant to be in class. Whether he checks his phone right then and there or waits until he’s in the teacher’s lounge on break, he has to excuse himself quickly to call you up and tell you just how he’s going to punish you when he finally gets home

🖤 He doesn’t necessarily have a preference on color, but out of all the styles to choose from, he prefers the simpler and less extravagant pieces. You’re already the most beautiful person in the world to him, too much drama would just distract from that, and it’s not like you need the lingerie to seduce him. All you have to do is look at the man and he’s already weak at the knees

🖤 When you actually get down to business (to defeat the huns) he’s a mix between Dabi and Hawks. He doesn’t want to be restricted from exploring your body, but when he reaches his limit he’s more than happy simply ripping the lingerie off you to gain access (anything he destroys he always replaces though)

🖤 He’s also incredibly wary about your comfort. Some lingerie is designed purely on sex appeal - made to photograph well - so it doesn’t take into account actually performing sexual acts while wearing it. Simply put, if a piece is uncomfortable to have sex in, Shota will take it off you. It doesn’t matter how good you look if you don’t feel good

🖤 No matter how many times you stand in front of Shota in lingerie, each one is just as amazing as the first. Your beauty is astonishing, and each and every time he sees you a fire is lit in his heart (and other places). He never disappoints

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Club Mimosa - [Ch. 6] Dangerous

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There was a lot to love about Tokyo’s winter season.

Barren trees swayed after being kissed by frost after the season’s first snowfall, making the entire city more beautiful as ever. The ground beneath your feet looked pristine as a thin soft white sheet blanketed the streets.

Tokyo looked and felt like an entirely new city during winter.

Perhaps your favorite part was the reduced crowds. Taking a subway to anywhere within city limits no longer felt like you were fighting for air to breathe with a hundred different strangers.

You loved the way the cool crisp air felt on your skin every time you left your apartment and the way you could visibly see your breath lingering in the air.

Winter was your favorite season, you anticipated it more each year since you could take public transportation and easily enjoyed it without worrying. Cold temperatures were your companion, and you welcomed the season with open arms.

The season also marked your third year living in Japan.

Culture shock became less of a shock and something you grew accustomed to. There was hardly any food you couldn’t eat without trouble. You had tried all sorts of delicacies that would have been seen as “weird” back in the west, and while you didn’t enjoy them all you never regretted experiencing them all.

Your favorite thing about Tokyo outside of its attractive women, delicious food, and incredible culture was the club that had become your second home. Club Mimosa was your favorite place to spend both your free time and money. Your name was known throughout the establishment from flirty hostesses to managers, to the sexy ladies behind the bar serving stiff drinks.

But there was still one person that hadn’t managed to meet you yet.

Minatozaki Sana.

Momo painted a vivid picture of her, but you hadn’t seen her in the club. You didn’t know what she looked like, what she acted like, you knew nothing but what Momo had described.

You got updates sent from Momo every couple of days, letting you know how things were progressing. Slowly, it seemed, which wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t easy, even with years of experience under her belt there were a plethora of things unaccounted for, hostesses to train, management to find, equipment to gather. Even with a small team helping her there was a lot to do. Momo was going to be staying in Kyoto for quite a while it seemed.

Japan was a relatively small country comparatively, but even on a one-way trip on a bullet train, you were looking at over two hours, which was hard to justify even to see such a beautiful woman as Momo. You kept in contact over the phone and video chat, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss those late nights with her, screaming each other’s names so loud you were afraid the neighbors were going to knock at her door.

That’s where Club Mimosa came in.

You had needs. Everyone had needs, and if those needs were talking to gorgeous women in expensive tight dresses for hours on end, well then, those needs were easily satisfied.

Those needs were harder without Momo there, sitting inches away from you, close enough to smell her perfume while she sipped on her drink and munched on whatever meat was on the menu.

You had spent time away from the club, feeling the distance away from Momo more than you thought you would. But if you trusted anyone to offer a suitable replacement it would be one Hirai Momo.

It all felt familiar to you as you stepped off the subway and walked into the snow-covered streets of Tokyo, feeling less smothered by the crowds thankfully. You could see the bright lights a mile away as if it’s neon lights were calling for you personally.

You entered the club and the first thing you noticed was everything seemed louder. You were surrounded by familiar faces and sounds and an atmosphere that could only be described as alive.

“Welcome back to Club Mimosa, sir!”

You didn’t know how you felt about being a regular in a place where you were liable to spend way too much money in one night, but there were worse problems to have.

“Do you have anyone specific you'd like to request? Or would you like us to find someone for you, sir?”

You hesitated before making your choice of words carefully.

“I’d like to request Minatozaki Sana,” you said. The manager looked at you like you’d just summoned something unstoppable.

“I”m sorry, sir, but she is no longer an active-”

“It’s fine, I’ve been expecting him.”

You didn’t know where the voice came from, but her words were like honey slowly dripping out of a bottle, every syllable full of seduction.

Stepping out of the shadows was the owner of said voice, a stunning young woman who took your breath away at first sight. Her hair was blonde, her legs were long, and her curves were deadly. Minatozaki Sana was an absolutely perfect woman. Her dress was tighter and shorter than anything Momo ever wore, as if she wanted to show her up now that she wasn’t here.

Momo saying she had a body to die for was putting it lightly and didn't do her justice.

“About time you showed up,” she giggled, placing her hands on her hips. “Momo has told me a lot about you.”

“Hopefully not too much, Miss Minatozaki,” you replied.

“Oh, you can just call me Sana, I’m sure Momo has her secrets. A woman never tells everything. Now, where should we take you? A normal booth won’t do, and you’ve already defiled - I mean visited our VIP booth…”

It was hard to find a response to that as your cheeks reddened.

“Yuki-chan!” Sana called over.

“Yes, Minatozaki-San?”

“Are the karaoke rooms occupied?”

“No, they haven’t been used all day. They were just freshened up this morning.”

“Perfect, thank you, Yuki-chan. Now, if you’ll follow me…”

When Sana asked you to follow her you didn't dare refuse, as she led you down a separate hallway you'd never seen before, her fill hips swaying with every step.

"After you," Sana said as she held the door open, leading you into one of the few rooms in the place you hadn't been in before.

Red couches lined the walls of the large karaoke room, spacious enough to accommodate several people. The focus of the room was the big mounted screen centered between two dark marble tables, large speakers, colorful lighting filled the room.

"Usually these rooms are used for multiple clients wanting more than one hostess, but I'll have you all to myself in here," Sana said flirtatiously, gesturing for you to take a seat.

"So, what does Momo's favorite client like to drink?" Sana asked as she sat down to your right, flashing a hint of a mischievous smile.

“Favorite?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, she hasn’t specifically said that, but I could see it in the way she talks about you,” Sana replied, biting the tip of her finger.

“And what does Momo say about me?”

“It’s not polite to ask a lady to reveal her secrets,” Sana teased, scooting closer to your body.

“But she does say you’re cute and charming, and that you have a nice body. I can certainly vouch for the first two, but the third, I’m not quite sure yet.”

There was a lot you could tell just from a person’s smile, and Sana’s smile was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. You could tell Sana wasn’t like the other hostesses, as cliche as that might be to say. While she had an immeasurable amount of sex appeal, there was an equal amount of cuteness mixed in that swirled together to create one incredible package of a woman.

“I think I’m okay with water for now,” you told Sana nonchalantly. This was your first meeting and you didn’t want to overdo it, surprised at how comfortable you felt around her already, not a hint of nerves.

“Water it is,” she replied as she got up and fetched two bottles of water out of a nearby glass cooler that you had somehow completely missed.

“Oh. I could have just gotten it myself,” you said with a hint of embarrassment.

Sana sat back down and shook her head as she handed you a bottle, grasping the other in her small hands.

“It’s my job to take care of you,” Sana said as she tilted her head back and opened her mouth, carefully letting water pour out without letting the bottle touch her lips. Even drinking water Sana looked incredibly sexy, although you sensed she was doing this on purpose.

The one thing you quickly realized about Sana was her vast experience. While Momo had confidence in her veins, she had her rare moments of awkwardness or when she suddenly turned nervous and stumbled over her words after something had been said.

But Sana, you could tell she had been doing this for more than just a few years. While you’d become a regular at the club, you felt at times you needed to pick your words carefully during a conversation, while Sana’s words flowed out of her lips automatically.

“So, Sana. Since you know a lot about me, tell me about yourself,” you said after a moment's pause. You were still so awkward with meeting new women, but you didn’t want this to come off as an interview. Sana could sense your own awkwardness, but her gaze calmed you down.

“Hm, where to start,” Sana said, running a hand through her silky golden locks.

“This is my sixth year as a hostess here. Although I’m not really a hostess anymore, I mostly train new girls and help run the place,” Sana said, keeping her gaze towards you.

“Sounds like you’ve put in a lot of work.”

“I have. We had a rough patch this year, but we made it through. I’ve been here since the beginning when we only had two hostesses besides me. Back then we struggled to get five customers a week, barely making enough money to keep the lights on. I ate a lot of ramen that first year.”

“And now look at this place. You’re the most popular club in Tokyo, and you’re opening a second location. You must be swimming in money.”

Sana smiled shyly. “I have Momo to thank for that. She volunteered to help run it, at least until everything is running smoothly. I miss her.”

“I do too,” you said, the words came out of your mouth before you had realized what you were saying.

“She told me you recruited her to come here?” you asked.

“That’s right. We met at university. We had different majors but ended up seeing each other almost every day. She needed extra money for tuition and I was already working here at the time, so I suggested she join me and put in a good word.”

“The rest is history as they say.”

“It is. God, she was so shy back then, she could barely look a man in the eyes. She spilled a drink her first shift and she was so clumsy for the first month. She almost quit the first week, but I convinced her to stay. And now she’s the most popular and requested girl.”

“That’s quite a success story.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less out of our Momo.”

Sharing glances with Sana you fumbled for words to say to break the awkward silence.

“Just talk to me like you’ve talked to Momo,” she said, and you abruptly felt her hand rubbing your thigh as she maintained eye contact.

“I don’t bite,” Sana said with a grin on her lips. “Unless you want me to.”

You didn’t know if you felt more at ease or more nervous, but her smile convinced you it was the former.

“I’ve instructed everyone to leave us alone unless called for,” she said, her smile turning into a smirk.

“Momo left you all to myself to play with, and I don’t want any interruptions.”

“Play with?” you repeated.

“Yes,” she replied with a flirtatious giggle, running her delicate fingers through strands of her hair again. Sana’s ways of flirting were about as subtle as a trainwreck, but you didn’t mind her methods.

“You know, for a karaoke room we’re not doing much singing,” you said, changing the subject.

“You’re absolutely right,” Sana said, leaning forward to grab the heavy book on the table, flipping through it.

“What do you want to sing?” Sana asked.

“Me? I’m not much of a singer, you should choose,” you said, deflecting the choice. You were terrified by the thought of sharing a stage with a beautiful woman, you didn’t dare display your terrible lack of singing prowess.

“Hmm, I’m not sure what to pick,” Sana said, flipping through several pages at a time.

“Then just sing your favorite song,” you replied. Sana paused, thinking about what she wanted for a moment.

“I don’t really have a favorite song,” she said, shaking her head as you furrowed an eyebrow.

“Everyone has a favorite song. Maybe something you’ve heard here a lot?”

“I hear a lot of songs here. There was this really cute song that I always sang during the first year I started here…” Sana said as she tilted her head, fingers fumbling through pages.

“Ah, here it is!” Sana said with excitement, her eyes widening as she keyed in numbers into the giant remote. The monitor in front lit up in response, flashing a white screen as the song started playing on the giant display. Sana stood with both hands on the mic, anticipating the start of the music.

The first notes were cheerful and bright as Sana sang along to every note of the bubblegum pop song, still remembering every lyric as if the song were personally her own. You had recognized the song, perhaps heard it during your time in the country in a mall or on tv. It was the perfect karaoke song, catchy and fun, and easy to sing.

Her duality here was something else. She even seemed to know all the choreography, all though it was rather simple. Her arms and legs moved in time with the rhythm and you were amazed at her still being able to dance without missing a step with such high heels on. With such full movements, singing such a cute song while wearing a tight dress that was designated to arouse was such a striking contrast.

Sana was most enthusiastic during the chorus.

“Fly so high, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, baaaby,” Sana sang along happily, a smile etched across her face as she used exaggerated movements and mimicked what she saw on the screen.

The song winded down and faded out completely, as the score tallied towards the end. After several seconds of anticipation, numbers spun and spun until displaying her final score an impressively high 98.

"Wow, you're amazing,“ you said as Sana bowed and sat back down, taking another swig of water as she handed you the microphone.

"I may have had a little training before I became a hostess. It wasn’t working out so I decided to apply here instead.”

She turned her attention towards you, mic still in hand.

“Your turn!”

Your expression betrayed your thoughts as you politely refused it, staring at it as if the object were suddenly lit on fire.

“You’re going to have to put a lot of alcohol in me if I’m going to start singing, Sana,” you said.

Sana pouted in response. ”Well then, I guess we better order a case,” she said. “But I won’t make you sing if you don’t want to.”

“Thank you, Sana.”

“Instead, I will ask you embarrassing personal questions,” she said, suddenly surprising you.

“Oh. That’s fair, I guess,” you replied, not exactly sure at what she was going to ask, but you figured it was a nice trade.

Sana didn’t waste any time wanting to get to the good stuff.

“When was the last time you and Momo…?” Sana asked, her voice trailed off deliberately as her eyebrow raised.

“Went on a date? A week before she left,” you confidently said.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Sana frowned.

“I don’t? What possibly could you mean then?” you teased.

“When’s the last time you know... You bent her over, pulled her hair, and made her scream?” Sana said, abruptly getting straight to the point.

She clearly wasn’t going to pull any punches. You took another sip from your water before attempting to answer.

“You really just expect me to kiss and tell just like that?”

“I do. I can't help that I'm nosy, " Sana giggled.

"Well, Momo never asked me to pull her hair, but the last time she and I got…intimate was the morning she left for Kyoto. In the shower."

"The shower, huh?" Sana repeated. “Some girls don’t like to admit they like their hair being pulled, but I think we all secretly love it.”

"I'm gonna need something alcoholic now," you said, embarrassed at your reveal.

"Coming right up," Sana said as she headed the intercom by the exit door.

"Send up the priciest bottle in the place!"

"Right away, Minatozaki-san!"

“Don’t worry, it’s on the house,” Sana said before you could voice any concern as she sat back down beside you.

"I always figured Momo was the vanilla type of girl," Sana said.

"Vanilla is still a good flavor.”

"There's nothing at all wrong with vanilla. But sometimes you want something a bit tastier."

There was a quick knock at the door, Sana voicing her approval to enter. The door swung open and a waiter walked in carrying a tray with several items, sitting everything down on the table and putting it in a bucket of ice.

"Please enjoy," the man said, bowing and leaving as quickly as he entered.

“Oh, we will,” Sana said as she opened the bottle. Putting a few ice cubes in each glass she filled them partway, handing you one as your glasses clinked.

"It’s been a while since I had a drink," you said, staring at the mysterious dark-colored liquid, swirling it around.

"Sip it, don’t down it.”

“Bottoms up,” you responded, putting the glass to your lips as you took your first taste. It wasn’t too strong, a mixture of sweet and sour, and a taste you quickly grew accustomed to.

“Well? How is it?” Sana asked, waiting for your review.

“It’s good. I was expecting it to be stronger by the way it looked.”

“We can’t get too carried away on our first meeting.”

“It’s really good.”

“Glad you like. Now, time for more questions!” Sana said, full of enthusiasm.

“I can’t wait,” you said half sarcastically.

“You don’t have to answer them if you don’t want to.”

“Okay.”

“What’s your favorite part of a woman?”

"Uhh," you quickly hesitated, sinking back into the couch before you could think of what to say, letting more alcohol into your system as you took another drink.

“Let me change up the question,” Sana said, getting off the couch as she hopped up onto the table in front, crossing her legs and leaned back, resting both hands behind her.

“What’s your favorite part of me?”

You were caught off guard as Sana practically presented herself to you like an art display. You tried to keep eye contact, not wanting your eyes to roam her perfect tight body as much as you liked to.

“It’s okay to look. It'd be rude if you didn’t,” Sana said, lips curling into that same sensual expression. You let out a deep breath as you respectfully looked at Sana’s body, taking a gander at her smooth milky skin, eyes wandering every curve of her deadly body.

“I don’t have nice big tits like Momo does,“ she said, a slight frown forming on her lips. “But I think I do pretty well in other departments.”

Sana uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, trying her best to bring out your arousal and you swear you caught a glimpse of something. It wasn’t going to take much. She was now the center of attention in the room, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were her prey, and she was a predator waiting for the right moment to strike.

“You’re dangerous, Sana,” you blurted out. She reacted immediately with that familiar smile.

“That’s not the first time I’ve been called that,” she said, adjusting the straps of her heel. “I never get tired of hearing it.”

Sana was closer to you than you realized, and you felt the temperature of the room heating up. You had spent plenty of time with hostesses at the same club, but something about Sana brought out something in you, something you couldn't understand. A mixture of nerves, excitement, and fear, like the first time you had asked a girl out.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sana said, biting on the tip of her finger seductively as she straightened her posture.

“You’ll have to repeat it. I forgot it already,” you lied.

Sana knew you didn’t. “Tell me...what your favorite part of me is. What your favorite part of my body is,” she said, every word crystal clear as she stared into your eyes.

Honestly, how she expected you to answer her with just one thing was beyond you. You went for the classic, yet cliche response.

“I like your eyes.”

Sana was so taken aback by such a cheesy answer it took her a moment to find the words to respond.

“My eyes, huh?” she said, a chuckle alongside her answer. “That’s funny, because ever since I hopped up here you’ve looked at every part of my body but my eyes.”

Caught in the act. Who could you blame you though? You were being seduced expertly by a blonde vixen, you couldn’t have been expected to spend every second gazing at those brown beauties when the rest of her body was so delicious.

“I don’t mind though,” Sana said. “You’re paying to spend time with me, I’m not going to stop you from undressing me with your eyes.”

“Although I’d prefer it if you used your hands,” she said, biting her lip.

You nearly choked. Maybe dangerous was too generous of a word to describe her. But sometimes the rush of something or someone dangerous was worth the risk.

“You don't have to tell me, I’m pretty sure I can figure it out already,” she said, beaming with confidence.

“Oh, do you?” you asked, trying to call her bluff.

“I do,” Sana said, giving you one more deadly look, letting you see the color in her beautiful round eyes. In an instant, Sana’s legs parted and she spread them invitingly wide, leaving you with the perfect view between her thighs. Even better was the lack of any underwear underneath her tight dress, exposing her pink pussy that sucked the life out of you momentarily and left you breathless.

You tried to keep it together, even though you both knew Sana had the upper hand. Nothing could divert your gaze from in between her creamy naked thighs and the beautiful pink flesh of her gorgeous pussy, dripping with arousal from her actions already.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were flirting with me.”

“Maybe,” Sana said, still as playful as ever.

“Is that allowed, Miss Minatozaki?” you asked, falling back on formality.

“Of course it’s allowed. I help run this place, who’s going to stop me?” Sana replied nonchalantly. “As I said, it’s my job to take care of you.”

The room definitely grew infinitely hotter as Sana leaned forward, her legs still spread, and rested her hands on the inside of her inner thighs.

“You know, you’ve had a couple of drinks tonight,” Sana said. “But you must be starving. And what kind of hostess would I bet if I didn’t offer you anything to eat?”

If that wasn’t enough of an invitation, Sana hiked her dress up and spread her legs as wide as they could go.

“I am feeling pretty hungry,” you said, your mouth salivating at the pink flesh in between Sana’s spread thighs. “Aren’t there cameras here?” you asked, looking up at the ceiling.

“Yes, for your safety and mine. But I turned them off after I ordered our drinks,” Sana said, flashing a cheeky smile.

“You think of everything don’t you?”

“It’s my job to. Now, how about you bring that cute face over here and taste me.”

You didn’t need Sana to say another word as you scooted off the couch, resting on the edge of it, and tried to get comfortable.

Sana had already done most of the work for you, keeping her legs kept open as you touched her bare skin for the first time, feeling how smooth and soft it was as you ran your hands up her creamy thighs. Looking up for approval, Sana gave it immediately as you planted several kisses on the soft flesh of her inner thighs, earning a soft delicate moan for the first time.

Her breath hitched as you licked long stripes up her sensitive bare thighs, ending with wet kisses, looking up to see the reaction on Sana’s face and finding nothing but satisfaction.

“Are you going to tease me?” Sana asked.

“That depends. Do you like being teased, Sana?” you replied.

“I love being teased, but not here. You can tease me later when my hands are wrapped in your bedsheets. I’m warmed up enough,” Sana said, running a finger through her pink wet slit as held up her finger in the air, demonstrating her slick glistening in the light.

You were a bit disappointed. Part of you wanted to test Sana, to see how much she could take, to drive her absolutely crazy the same way you did Momo. But Sana was wired differently. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t scared to take the lead. Plus, you were about still in public, it was best not to dawdle.

That didn’t stop you from kissing Sana’s thighs one more time before you brought your mouth to her pretty pussy, licking against her wet slit in one slow long stroke. Sana moaned, a sound that was as pretty as it was needy as you repeated it, licking up and down her pussy several times as you had your first taste of Sana.

Sana tasted utterly delicious. If you had to describe her taste, it was a mixture of sweet with just a hint of tanginess to it, not unlike the expensive drink you had both indulged in. There was no doubt Sana tasted much better.

You wanted more of her taste as your tongue explored Sana’s silky wet folds, gathering up her nectar into your lips and ran your tongue aimlessly.

“That feels so good,” Sana moaned, running her fingers through the strands of your hair as your tongue roamed in between her thighs, wandering around her wet hole as if it wanted to get lost in her sensitive warm flesh.

You wanted more of Sana’s intoxicating taste, you wanted to taste as much of this sultry woman as you possibly could. Looking up at her satisfied expression, you licked through her cunt and latched your lips onto her clit, earning a mixture of whimpers and moans and the added pleasure of her warm thighs wrapping around your head, like a snake coiled around its victim and you were more than happy to be Sana’s prey.

It didn’t take long to turn Sana into what you wanted, a pretty squirming mess unable to control her movements on the karaoke room’s table. Her hips bucked as she tried to ride your face and you were thankful that the room you had chosen to devour her in was already designed to be soundproof.

“Mmm, fuck, that tongue is amazing,” Sana said as you felt both hands frantically pulling your hair harshly as you slurped on her swollen clit, trying to draw out more of her tasty juices.

The more you ate Sana up the louder she got, voicing her satisfaction. The louder she got the harder her thighs squeezed around your head, rubbing the sides of your face with her soft smooth skin. Her nectar quickly spread all over your lips and chin, coating your face with her essence.

“D-don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” Sana cried out as you pushed her past her limits already, alternating between sucking and licking around her sensitive clit, and kept your eyes on her the entire time, watching her become an absolute writhing mess.

You could barely breathe but it didn’t become a concern, all you wanted at that moment was hearing Sana’s pleasure. You’d prefer being suffocated by her pussy and her aroma, patiently waiting for those three words that meant you had done everything right.

“I-I’m gonna cum!”

Perfect. With warmth surrounding your head and wetness spreading all over your face, you gave everything you had and feasted on Sana’s pussy, moving your tongue and lips together to obtain what Sana desperately needed.

The moment came quickly as Sana hit her peak. The competing sounds of your lips slurping around her clit and her loud erotic moans filled the small room as her juices bathed your face, the wetness already there intensifying. Her thighs violently trembled and her toes curled, her back arching as she held on to your head for dear life, hips bucking wildly and you did what you could to keep her centered on the table as she came all over you.

Sana was a beautiful mess during the entirety of her orgasm, and you loved watching every second of the pleasure that grew too much for her. Sana showered you in her sweet juices and you were happy to receive every drop. You kept the pressure on her clit until Sana couldn’t take anymore and pushed your face off her as you were able to breathe freely, wondering if it was worth the trade-off to not being smothered by her heavenly thighs.

You stared into the round glazed-over eyes of the gorgeous woman you had just pleasured to completion, gasping and breathing heavily and cleaned up her thighs of her stained juices, wanting to dive right back.

“Wow,” Sana said between heavy drawn-out breaths. “Momo was right, you really do know how to please a woman.”

“I do my best,” you responded, wiping the juices off your lips and chin and making a show out of licking your fingers clean.

“It helps when you taste as good as you do,” you said, causing the full pale cheeks of Sana’s face to blush.

The redness of her cheeks gradually faded, replaced by a mischievous smile as you waited for her next step was. It came right away as Sana lifted herself from on top of the table her backside was resting on. With the quickness of a cat, she climbed onto your lap and wrapped her hands around the back of your neck, focusing her seductive eyes on your own.

"Your hostess wants to know what else I can do for you," Sana said, with a hunger for more. You felt weak as your face was almost close enough to rest against her own, the tension in the air the only thing separating you.

“I think my hostess should do whatever she feels like doing,” you replied, Sana’s eyes beaming at your response.

“Leave everything to me, sir,” Sana giggled, falling back into her role, eyes laced with lust and desire. Her head lifted up, seeing the expression on your eyes as her hands fiddled with your shirt, slowing unbuttoning the first few buttons.

She kept constant eye contact and Sana seemed to enjoy slowly undressing you, tilting her head to the side and leaned in close, lips finding your own and crashing against them in a deep warm embrace as she loosened up more buttons until your shirt was completely undone.

The kiss was brief but you both longed for more as Sana pulled your shirt open, admiring your bare chest, and traced it with one finger, planting her lips just below the middle of your collarbone and leaving her lipstick stained on your skin.

She cupped the side of your face and you felt her lips on you again, soft as silk as her tongue found its way into your mouth, needing no invitation as you wrapped your hands around her slim waist, desperate to pull her your bodies closer.

You were rewarded with one more kiss before she dismounted your lap, slowly lowering herself on the room’s black and white patterned carpet as she got on her knees as if she had done this many times before.

Sana didn’t say much as she unbuckled your belt, letting her actions do all the talking as she unzipped your pants and tugged them down to your ankles. Her warm hands caressed up and down your thighs, sending blood flowing to all the right places. It didn’t take long for a bulge to form through your boxers, arousing Sana equally as she rubbed it through the fabric of your underwear, tracing the outline of your shaft.

Sana sought out the rest of your naked body, quickly stripping your underwear off and leaving you with nothing left but the shirt on your back. Sana gasped at your newly exposed throbbing cock, eyes lit up with hunger as she licked her lips to let you know she liked what she saw.

“So, this is what Momo has been hiding from me,“ Sana said, spreading your legs wide as she wrapped her slim fingers around your hard cock and gripping tightly, applying firm pressure and slowly pumping you.

“It’s all for me now, ” she said as her tongue ran along your rigid shaft, sending shockwaves of pleasure as she painted up and down your cock from base to tip. Sana swirled her wet tongue around your sensitive head, lapping up your leaking slit and kissed your tip, cleaning it off.

Sana couldn’t take her eyes off your cock, spitting on it repeatedly and jerking you off in her small delicate hand, the pleasure rising already in your body.

"I should get more comfortable," she said, giving your shaft just a few more pumps before standing upright. She knew your eyes were drawn to her as she slipped each black strap down each shoulder, wiggling out of it as it fell to the ground, leaving a black lace bra the only thing preventing you from seeing every inch of her beautiful body.

She paused her work on your cock, letting your eyes roam her tight body and you did so happily. Her legs went on for days, her body tight and slim in all the right places. You had already seen her beautiful pussy and explored it with your mouth, but you wanted to feel her all over, and wanted to make her gasp just at your touch.

You focused on her tight stomach, her abs weren’t as defined as Momo but you’d still eat off of them. Then there were Sana’s breasts, pushed up nicely, and wanting to escape from their constraints. Momo clearly had the size advantage, but Sana’s tits were shaped nicely, big enough to get your hands on.

“Help me out?” Sana asked, interrupting your scan of her body as she turned around, facing away from you as she presented to you her almost bare back and most importantly her plump round ass that looked delicious and so utterly squeezable.

You regretfully remained patient as your hands grasped the thin fabric that made up Sana’s bra, undoing the clasp and helped her out of it, running your hands through her soft skin and wondering how such a beautiful creature existed. Sana quickly spun around on her heels, lifting her arms over her head and letting you see her newly exposed breasts in all their glory. Your jaw dropped at them, the perfect combination of round and milky mounds, looking soft as possible.

Staring was all you had time to do as Sana got back to her favorite position on her knees, grabbing your shaft. One more kiss on your tip and Sana parted her lips with your cock, wrapping her mouth around the first few inches. Her lips were impossibly soft and warm and you moaned loudly as Sana began sucking your cock, moving up and down and applying pressure, hollowing her squishy cheeks.

You found yourself unable to speak as Sana’s head bobbed up and down, trying to process the pleasure you were receiving.

“It feels so good,” you moaned as Sana upped her pace, lips sliding up and down your shaft as her tongue played with your underside, swirling around it at the same time.

“Good. I hope I’m taking good care of you.”

“You are, Sana. Fuck, you really are.”

Sana smiled and continued her assault on your cock, slurping away as her lips went deeper, keeping her eyes on you the entire time. Her hands rested on your thighs, digging her nails in as her head bobbed faster, slurping on your cock and leaving it covered in drool and warmth. You loved the feeling of her sucking you off, as she went even deeper towards your base you melted even more.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back in response, savoring the feeling of her lips swallowing up your cock, slurping loudly as her lips traveled back and forth, slobbering all over your shaft.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that.”

Sana got progressively messier and louder in response, and you opened your eyes almost involuntarily as you felt your cock hit the back of the throat, not gagging her even a little. Her lips rested at your base for several seconds before slowly retreating, fondling your balls as she took you in and out of her warm wet mouth with ease, rapidly bobbing her head more as you moaned in delight.

Sana loved nothing more than working her magic in between your legs, and you didn’t think there was a better feeling in the world as she gave the wettest loudest blowjob, but you knew the best was still to come. Sana’s messy slurps as she feasted on your cock was music to your ears, and you couldn’t help audibly sharing your satisfaction every time you felt the back of her throat.

“Don’t cum yet,” Sana teased, stroking your cock furiously as she sucked on your balls tenderly, latching on and slurping just as loudly. She released them only after they were equally given attention and covered in warm saliva, knowing what you wanted next.

“It’s time for the best part,” Sana said as she climbed back on your lap again, her thighs pressed on either side of your own as they wrapped around your hips. She took your hard cock into her hand again, stroking slowly and teased herself with it, running it through her very wet folds, the warmth radiating from it driving you insane already.

Sana found a comfortable position as she nudged your wet tip against her pussy, lining it with her soaked entrance up perfectly, the anticipation killing you both already.

“Ready?” Sana asked, and you gave a silent nod in response, although you weren’t sure if anything would be able to prepare you for what you were about to experience.

It took a few final seconds of teasing before Sana lowered her hips and sank down onto your cock, entering her for the first time as you both moaned in tandem at the initial penetration.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” Sana gasped, trying to work her hips back and forth, grinding and stretching herself out little by little. Her tightness was overwhelming, the wetness and heat smothering your cock like nothing else. You watched between her thighs as the tip of your cock disappeared and reappeared, the mixture of her saliva and juices from her pussy helping guiding you deeper into her hole.

“That never gets old,” Sana said, and you were inclined to agree. The feeling of entering a woman for the first time was one of your favorite things, and if that woman happened to be an insanely sexy hostess named Minatozaki Sana you loved it even more.

Sana took it slow at first, something that you were surprised by but you knew that wasn’t going to last if the way she gave head was something to go by.

You could tell by the greedy look on her face that she needed more as she lifted her body almost entirely off your cock, leaving just your sensitive tip drenched with her fluids inside.

Seconds passed as you both braced yourselves for what was next as Sana used all the force in her hips and slammed herself down on your cock, impaling herself to the hilt and moaning needily.

“Oh f-fuck,” she cried out, and you waited for any adjustment she needed as she held onto your shoulders, eyes half-lidded with pleasure already.

Taking a deep breath Sana began moving slowly, lifting her hips up as her warm walls hugged your cock. You held onto her slender waist, watching the erotic expression on her face as she began bouncing on your cock.

"You feel so big inside me. You're so fucking hard," Sana moaned as she stretched her tight slick walls out. Her tightness drove you crazy as she took you in and out of her body, establishing a rhythm.

You were content at the moment to let Sana do all the work, watching her eyes full of lust as she was expertly grinding on your cock, moaning loudly as her head tilted back.

"You feel so good, Sana," you said breathlessly, exploring her body with your hands.

"You do too. You feel so incredible inside me, I love your cock stretching me out," she said as the look on her face continued to be full of wanton need. Sana had seemingly all the experience with riding a cock, and she was proudly going to demonstrate it, grinding those powerful hips with purpose as her beautiful tits bounced up and down.

“I really wanna ride you harder,” Sana said, even though there was no need to ask for permission as she ran a hand through her messy hair as she bounced and bounced, covering your shaft in her nectar.

“Then ride me harder,” you replied, giving her ass a simultaneous slap on each cheek that echoed throughout the karaoke room. “Ride me as hard as you can, Sana.”

She bit her lip in response, flashing a devilish smirk as if preparing you for what you had just unleashed. Sana took a few moments to let you relax, letting you get ready for the calm before the storm was about to take place.

“Ride that fucking cock,” you taunted, making sure she wasn’t about to hold back. You felt her small hands around both sides of your neck as her hips began gyrating wildly back and forth, desperately trying to feel all of your hard cock inside her tight pussy.

Your hands roamed her lower back before finding her soft ass cheeks and squeezed them both, giving repeated smacks against the warm flesh, adding an extra oomph to the loud erotic moans already escaping from Sana’s devilish lips. Sana continued upping her pace little by little, bouncing her tight frame on your cock as you were hypnotized by her movements,

“I’m so fucking wet,” Sana said, her juices dripping down her thighs and leaking onto your body as she rode you balls deep confirming her every word.

You wanted Sana to be even wetter if such a thing were possible. You wanted her to lose yourself in the pleasure she was finding, as if riding your cock wasn’t enough for her, and it most certainly wasn’t.

Momentarily, you left your hands from the warmth of Sana’s tight ass and ran them up her back, pushing her body forward to grant you easier access to her delicious bouncing breasts. Sana was too focused on the hard cock impaling her tight cunt as you turned your attention elsewhere, teasing her hard pink nipples with your tongue, swirling around them as you latched and sucked harshly on her tits.

“F-fuck yes baby, suck on those tits,” Sana demanded, not that you needed any further instructions. You squeezed her sizable breasts, sucking on each of her rosy nipples with equal attention, biting and licking them one after another.

“That feels so good. You like my tits?”

“I love them. I love your body so much, Sana,” you said as you continued to hungrily close your lips around her swollen nipples, applying a firm but gentle pressure.

The harder Sana rode you the more sweat began accumulating on your bodies, which you responded to by licking between her cleavage. You wanted to lick her entire body clean, nuzzling your face in between her tits as your tongue ran across every surface you could find.

Sana lifted her arms up and put her hands behind her head as if she suddenly read your mind, and you licked the sweat off from her neck before diving down and licked her armpits, desperate to taste every inch of her naked body.

“You’re so fucking delicious, Sana. I wanna taste you all night.”

“I won’t stop you,” Sana said in response, continuing to harshly slam herself on your cock, driving herself crazy with the hard shaft between her legs constantly spearing her constricting wet walls.

You sat there in awe of the situation, savoring the way Sana’s dripping hot flesh wrapped around your cock while her thighs loudly smacked against your own as your bodies were drowned in a sea of pleasure.

“I-I’m about to cum again!” Sana said, finding the right words more difficult by the moment, her walls clenching more and more letting you know that her limits were once again being breached.

“Cum for me, Sana,” you said, grabbing two handfuls of her perfect ass, squeezing harshly. Sana paid no attention to your words, only focusing on using your cock for her pleasure, wildly riding you without any other thoughts as she took you inside her at full speed and riding you as hard as she possibly could.

Her arms snaked around the back of your neck again, locking her wrists together as she demanded her maximum amount of euphoria, chasing another climax greedily before you even had your first.

“I’m going to cum!”

Sana’s pretty voice echoed throughout the room as her walls pulsated around your shaft, squeezing the life out of your cock almost painfully so before releasing you in waves. She moaned desperately into your ears as she came on your cock, juices flowing like a river as her body shook uncontrollably and her movements were no longer her own as she turned to jelly and slowly rode out her orgasm to completion.

Her high went on for several moments and time lost all meaning for Sana as the aftershocks of her explosive climax took over. She held onto your body as she slowly came down, barely able to open her eyes as her hips rolled ever so slowly to ride everything out.

“H-holy shit,” Sana said, recovering her senses gradually as she attempted to make eye contact.

“I came so hard. I can still feel it,” she weakly said.

“I can tell. I’m really glad this room is soundproof,” you teased. Sana looked up with glazed over eyes, showing appreciation for her satisfaction as she brought her lips and pressed them against yours, passionately but softly kissing you.

“I want to taste myself on your cock,” Sana said, dropping such a filthy set of words so casually.

The lustful expression on Sana’s features never faded as she slowly slid herself off your lap and dropped to her knees, taking your drenched shaft between her soft lips again and took you inside her mouth again, slowly sucking her messy wet juices clean.

“You’re right, I am delicious,” she giggled, once again her cute and wild sides contrasting each other was the theme of the night.

“You must be close, how do you want me? Where do you want to fuck me?” Sana asked, stroking your cock as she kissed your thighs.

So many options. You looked around the small private area, weighing each one. There were a lot of easily accessible surfaces in this room. The couch was comfortable, but you’d spent plenty of time on it already. You stood up without another word as Sana regretfully removed your cock from her small warm mouth, and helped her to her feet, letting her be the one who was in anticipation this time.

You circled around Sana’s body, scanning her curves and eyeing every inch of her milky bare skin. Not wanting to waste any time, you pulled her towards the side of the karaoke’s marble table, spinning her body around so she was facing away from you and gasped at your suddenness.

Viewing her beautiful backside you grabbed Sana’s shoulders and bent her forward until she was at an angle that you liked, the upper portion of her body pressed against the table and her breasts mashed against its surface.

"Don't fuck me like you fucked Momo," Sana said, her words twisting your face in confusion.

“What does that mean?”

Sana paused as she looked over her shoulder. “It means you don’t have to be gentle with me. I’m not a delicate flower that bruises easily.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Sana.”

She paused before answering. “Sometimes a girl likes being hurt,” Sana said, flashing a cheeky smile.

For the first time of the night, you were speechless.

“Be as rough as you want with me. It’s just us, and I want you to make me feel every inch of that amazing cock. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Well, you certainly weren’t going to as you gave her bent over body a quick lookover, focusing on her perfect round ass displayed for your eyes only, giving both of her supple cheeks a quick peek and stealing another taste of her delicious pussy.

In the meantime, Sana grabbed the karaoke remote off the table, pushing a few buttons on it as the television once again sprang to life.

“Random mode. Felt like adding a little bit of atmosphere,” Sana said.

Even though the place was supposedly soundproof, the added bit of noise to cover up the sounds your bodies were about to make was most welcome.

You ran your hands over all the warm soft skin you could find, spreading Sana's legs wide. You couldn’t wait to feel her warmth again before grasping a hip and lining your cock with her entrance, running your tip through her silky wet folds.

"Fuck me now," Sana demanded, pushing her hips against you to hurry things up. Her wetness nudged against your cock as you embraced yourself for the warmth your cock was about to enter again. You wanted her just as bad as she wanted you as you used your hips and slid inside the slippery tight walls of Sana’s pussy, filling her to the very hilt and earning a loud needy moan from her lips.

Warmth and wetness hugged your cock everywhere and you looked forward and caught Sana’s needy eyes, knowing no adjustment was necessary from her.

You held onto her hips and started moving, fucking Sana from behind with a slow deliberate pace as those tight wet lower lips wrapped around your cock gripped hard, keeping you inside the comfort of her body.

“You can do better than that,” Sana said, the disappointment obvious in her voice. You took her words as a challenge, squeezing her hips tighter as you picked up speed, sliding in and out of her wet hole with ease with the aid of her messy juices lubricating your cock.

You picked up the pace quickly, your hips moving faster and faster with each thrust as those delicious silky lips squeezed and squeezed your cock, letting you know your shaft wasn’t going anywhere. Sana’s moans grew more satisfied the faster you went, but she still needed more, and she wasn’t going to be content until you gave her everything she wanted.

“Harder. Fuck me harder!” she demanded, pushing her body against your hips again. You held on to her warm body and gave deeper thrusts, using more energy and starting smacking your body against her ass cheeks, causing her flesh to jiggle.

“There you go, was that so hard?” Sana taunted, demanding you give her even more.

Soon the sounds of your skin slapping against each other began filling the room, as you filled Sana to the hilt with each thrust, her wetness spreading over every inch of your needy shaft. Her walls squeezed every time you entered her, keeping a tight grip on your cock as you pistoned your hips and found a perfect rhythm.

“That’s it, fucking pound me. Make me take all of that big hard cock!”

You went even harder, encouraged by Sana’s loud lustful moans as you slammed into her pussy, causing a layer of thin sweat to form over your bodies again. You remembered her words from earlier as you ran your hands all over her sweaty back, collecting a handful of her blonde hair and tangling your fingers in it, forming a loose makeshift ponytail and yanked on it gently as you felt her walls clench in response.

“Fuck yes, you’re so deep! Keep fucking me just like this!”

You yanked back more carefully, pulling her torso upright off of the room’s table as she looked straight ahead into the screen in front, as if she were looking into a mirror. You had gone this far already, so you decided you should up the ante even more, giving her ass a smack.

“Mmm yes, slap my ass, baby!”

You responded by giving another slap to her soft supple cheek, followed by another on the opposite side.

“Harder,” Sana said. You gave two more slaps, adding more impact as her flesh rippled each time.

“I said harder. This isn’t the time for you to hold back. Slap my fucking ass like you mean it.”

You certainly weren't going to disappoint her for a second time. As you drilled into her tight hole you gave her delicious ass repeated slaps, each one harder than the previous one, making sure to not hit the same part twice. You slapped Sana’s tight ass again and again, the crack of your palm against her bare skin echoing as you gave in to her desires, turning her cheeks a visible shade of red and each smack against her bottom made her tight walls clench in approval.

While your fingers were entangled with the strands of Sana’s hair you pulled even harder and made sure you kept your pace steady as you fucked her from behind.

Hearing her gasps and moans of delight filled your ears as your cock plunged in and out of her warm wet hole, each time you withdrew the juices covering your shaft glistening in the room lighting.

“Is this what you wanted?” you growled at Sana as you drove your cock as deep as possible, her tightness smothering your cock with each entrance into her warmth.

“Y-yes! Don’t stop fucking me!” Sana said as her voice cracked, her whimpering moans escaped alongside her words as you gave into your needy urges. You make sure you didn’t stop your movements, pounding into her tight cunt as roughly as possible and fucked Sana as hard as your body allowed you to, the music blaring from the screen doing little if anything to dampen your combined moans.

Your hands found their way back to her perfect hips, saving your energy for the most powerful thrusts you continued to give Sana, returning the favor and using her pussy just like she used your cock earlier, caring little for much other than your own selfish pleasure.

“Are you going to cum soon, baby?” Sana asked, sensing your need for your own desperate release. You were surprised you had somehow lasted this long inside this impossibly hot woman. The juices collected on every inch of your shaft grew by the second, and the knot in your stomach tightened more and more with every deep thrust into her tight wanton body.

With the way Sana looked back at you, there wasn’t any way you couldn’t survive any longer, her needy eyes wanting your climax as much as you did.

“I-I am. I’m so close, Sana,” you blurted out to her delight, flashing a lustful smile in your direction.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear. I want you to cum. I need you to cum inside me. You’ll do that for me won’t you?”

“O-of course,” you replied, finding the air in the room harder to take in.

“Fuck me hard, and don’t you dare stop until you fill me.”

You’d never forget the erotic look of Sana’s desires as she made eye contact one final time. You kept your eyes on her bent over body, sweat dripping down her lower back as you pounded her pussy and plunged your hard cock deep into the warmth of her tight cunt, chasing the only thing that mattered to the two of you.

“Cum inside me. Please cum inside me, “ Sana pleaded with her words, and you had nothing left, eager to give in to her, to give her everything she wanted. All you could take was a handful more of thrusts, smacking your hot flesh against her own as you felt yourself being thrown over the point of no return.

There were no more words shared as you grunted loudly, moaning Sana’s name on your lips as you squeezed her hips so hard you didn’t even have time to worry about bruising her.

Your shaft violently throbbed inside her tight walls as you erupted inside her. You filled Sana to the brim with your warmth and coated her insides with your huge load, groaning with every spurt of thick semen that shot deep into her womb as your balls were drained deep inside her.

Sighing a sense of relief, your bodies stayed connected as your orgasm slowly ran its course. Sana’s tight pussy milked every single drop from you and you rested inside her while you recovered, struggling to catch your breath as you panted and gasped as you felt the most satisfied you had been in quite some time.

You didn’t remember how long you were inside Sana after you came. It might have been a few seconds, or half an hour as you regrettably withdrew an inch at a time from her warmth, leaving her body with a loud pop. As soon as she was empty your thick load slowly leaked out of her, dripping down her thighs and making a mess below.

“That was amazing,” Sana said, equally out of breath as she gingerly turned around, gripping your spent cock one more time and stroking slowly, making sure not a drop was wasted as she licked her fingers clean.

“You’re amazing, Sana.”

“Not bad for just a replacement, huh?” Sana said, cutely giggling.

“I think I might have to request you again. You really take good care of your clients.”

“Thank you. But you know you don’t have to come to the club to see me,” Sana said.

“Is that so?”

“Of course. I’m not really a hostess anymore. I don’t have quotas and I certainly don’t need the extra money. “

“I'll take you up on that offer then.”

“You’re certainly welcome to spend time and money here, but you’ve done so enough, so your wallet deserves a break. Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll take you somewhere with some real privacy?” Sana smirked.

“And where might that be?” you asked.

“You’ll see. Somewhere where you’ll be able to see just how loud I can get.”

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The Brothers with a MC who’s presence is calming their sin

TW: None :3 SFW Fluff

Lucifer

-One word: Denial.

- He was always proud. And he found new pride in being the Avatar he is. He would never allow anything else to happen.

- But you wormed your way almost to easy into the eldest heart.

- You started bringing him tea and a snack in the evening, when the others were getting ready for bed and you knew he was still working. The amount of paperwork seemingly endless.

- He scroffed the first time you did this. He didn’t need a weak human to take care of him.

- He will absolutly deny how quickly he was looking forward to seeing you in the evening, a gentle smile your lips and delicious tea and his favourite cake in your hands.

- You humbled him. Soft whispers of comfort in the night when he was overworked, stressed and trying to ingnore painful memories. He allowes you to care for him when he previously would have strangled anyone who saw him like this. Now he’s questioning what he did to deserve you.

- He leans into your touch and reaches out for you in return.

- What was previously limited to when you two were alone starts to seep into his daily life with the brothers as well.

- He recrognizes his shortcomings and flaws more, but still struggles to act on it. But he becomes more forgiving. His brothers were sure he was deadly ill the first time they noticed.

- Lucifer will always be the embodyment of pride, but he becomes softer around the edges.

- He like to pull you on his lap and stroke over your cheek. It never fails to make him smile when you look at him with so much adoration.

- “You know I can’t let you go just yet, right?”

Mammon

-He thinks he’s dying. No joke. He has been googling his ‘symtoms’ 6 time now. - But ‘Help I’m the Avatar of Greed but I feel weird!’ doesn’t really bring forth anything useful.

- Mammon’s greed is something he never had any control over, and he still doesn’t. At least no concious control.

- It starts when you two are out and about. He made a new money making sheme and dragged you along, as usual, but now you two were sitting at this fountain for two hours already and he forgot why he dragged you in the first place.

- Mammon watched you laugh over something he said, but it was a nice laugh. A laugh that didn’t sting. You weren’t laughing about him. This was nice. He wanted more of this.

- When he actually managed to make money and he found himself looking for something for you instead of him, it dawned on him. This dork came home with 4 gifts for you and only one cool pair of shades for himself. Pff, he wanted nothing else anyway, why are you looking at him so surprised?

- He still gets the sticky fingers when he sees something he could sell to make money, but more often than not he placed it back after thinking about how you would not like him stealing and getting in trouble again.

- The Avatar of Greed is still well...greedy. But it changes. Mammon feels so fuzzy inside when you're happy, laughing, reaching out towards him. He finally noticed how much more he wants of this. No amount of grimm could outshine your smile when you look at him. You filled the emptiness he tried to stuff with grimm, clothes and jewelry.

- He hugged you close one night, not knowing you were still awake. You had been watching a movie together and decided that you would be sleeping here, to tired to go back to your room.

- He whispers quietly in your hair while pulling you even closer to his chest. “Ya are the biggest tressure I ever held...”

Leviathan

-absolutly oblivious to it. Like, this man does not notice at all.

- It also took a long time. His envy isn’t just jealousy. It is self-deprecation. It is comparing himself to anyone else and always comming to the conclusion that the other person is better.

- It only started when he accepted (for the most part) that you truly were his friend. That you didn’t secretly were planning a long-term joke on him.

- He had been ranting about a new fascination of his for a while now, while you were watching him being so in his element. He looked... happy maybe even a little confident? When he noticed how long he had been talking again he apologized but he didn’t look ashamed like he usually looked. More bashfull, but still smiling. And it didn’t take much convincing to have him continue.

- It was a lot of these little things. But more and more his envy lost it’s sharp edge that used to stab him in the back everytime he so much as thought about being proud of something he achived.

- You helped him becomming more at ease with himself. Your presence reminded him about all the things that were good in this life. Things others didn’t have.

- He realised this when he was complaining about how unfair something was when he looked at you. Patiently sitting there and holding his hand. With this loving look in your eyes.

- The widest smile you’ve ever seen from him streched across his face, lighting up his eyes and he squeezed your hand.

- “What am I doing? How could I complain about something so trivial when I have you by my side?”

- Cue both of you blushing and looking surprised. You couldn’t help but laugh a little when he hid his face in your shoulder when you hugged him. A blushing, blabbering mess

- He may be making progress but he would always be your Levi.

- There will be time where he falls back into his old harmfull thoughts but he knows you will be there to hold his hand. Just like Henry does for the Lord of Shadows!

Satan

-He caught on the quickest and welcomed it the slowest.

- Every since you moved in with them he felt weird when you were in the room. Probably because he was so sensitive. Satan picked up on everything in a room, so every little thing could set him off if he hadn’t learned how to quickly escape and rage in the safety of his room.

- But the more time he spend in a room, close to you, the calmer his mind became. He still picked up on everything but when he glanced at you, or when you softly touched his hand because you noticed his eyes tighten a little, a wave of calm washed over him.

- He did not trust it. At all. Were you influencing him with magic? Were you doing it on purpose? But if you were so powerful that you could calm the Avatar of Wrath with a single touch why were you always so close to dying??

- As usual for Satan he spend days researching, trying to find anything. Without success.

- He barged into your room, agitated by the lack of success. Satan had nearly kicked your door open. And froze when he saw you.

- You were laying your back, your legs streched out and propped up on the wall. Your D.D.D making contact with your face when he had barged in. He couldn’d help but to laugh a little. His previous anger forgotten

- Calmly he closed the door and joining you on the bed, where you had just set up and were rubbing your forehead. “The fuck, Satan?”

- He smiled softly, taking your hand in his so he could give the red spot on your forehead a little peck. “Let me make it better.”

- Maybe it wasn’t so important why and how. You calmed his wrath finally making place for something else.

- When his brothers catched on they would practially dump you on top of Satan whenever he worked himself into a rage. Works like a charm.

-He never said anything to you, but you knew. The look in his eyes told you everything.

Asmodeus

-For him the transission was so smothly he didn’t notices it for a while. He started complimenting you, without complimenting himself while doing it. He didn’t praise his outer beauty with nearly every single breath anymore. Still alot (Have you seen him?) but less desperatly. Asmo forgot to post his morning selfies twice in a row because he lazed around in bed with you.

- It irretated him to no end for weeks now. Something felt off and he had no clue what it was. It was driving him absolutly insane and his brothers were acting like they knew why, but noone would tell him anything!

- It was the third week now he didn’t feel like going partying to get praised, get eye-fucked by every passing person...

- Instead you two were in his room, wearing soft pjs and laying on his bed, shoulders pressed together

- You had grapped his hand while talking, gestureing wildly exited about something.

- It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy you talking, or wasn’t interessted but he was to mesmerised by your face, eyes shining with joy.

- Suddenly it just...clicked.

- “It’s you...!”

- He was sitting up, pulling you up with him. You rearly witnessed the Avatar of Lust looking at you so...seriously.

- “Asmo...is everything alright? Did I-“

- He had pulled you on his lap, arm tight around you, just holding you as close as possibly to him. You were all he ever wanted but tried so hard to deny. You loved him. Not the Avatar of Lust, but him!

- “I...I love you more than I love myself.”

-You calmed his desprate desire to be loved. To be seen.

Beelzebub

-It started after you made the pact with him, probably because you were spending more time with him now.

- probably the most noticable change out of the brothers.

- It also started of slow. A few less snacks in between classes, not 12 plates of food at breakfeast but 10

- The brothers noticed immediatly but he brushed it off. He was feeling fine. Better than fine actually. Beely felt this warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Smiling happily he took another bite, enjoying the taste more than usually before gulfing down more.

- The first time you two fell asleep in a bed together, you had made yourself comftable on top of him, he gently brushed some strands of hair out of your face. You had fallen asleep ontop of him. He was kind of hungry but you looked so blissfully happy...

- In the end he fell asleep, too. And he sleept through the night.

- Imagine his shock when he woke up before you, now really feeling hungry expecting it to be around midnight, as usual, but instead it was time for breakfest... When was the last time he didn’t get up in the night to eat?

- He is still eating an absolutly ungodly amount of food but he doesn’t feel like he is starving nearly every seconds of the day anymore. When he realised it was because of you, he picked you up in a bear-hug. Just holding you close and pressing his face into your neck. You swear you feel your neck getting a bit wet...

- “Thank you...Thank you so much...”

Belphegor

-after being freed from the attic he finally joined the ‘normal’ life in the House of Lamentation again

- the others had already spend a lot of time with you. So they figured it out by now already but they agreed not to tell Belphie for two reasons:

- 1. Nobody wanted him to be dissapointed should it turn out that it doesn’t happen for him.

- 2. They wanted it to be a surprise should it work.

- Belphie felt insecure for a while since all his brothers were already so close to you and he well... He wasn’t exactly starting of a clean plate here...

- So he occupied your time a lot for a while

- He didn’t notices his brothers small changes for that reason

- It started off by being more awake around you when you two had cuddle & nap sessions together. He shrugged it of to just wanting to get to know you more.

- Your presence made him being able to be awake for longer periods of time in the beginning, then when you forced him to participate in activities with Beel and you his energy didn’t drain as quickly as he was used to. When he slept, he didn’t sleep quiet as long but felt so much better after waking up.

- It made him suspicious. So he started watching his brothers more.

- After two month he confronted you at breakfeast.

- “What are you doing to me?” Okay, rude...

- Why were his brothers ginning so stupidly?

- After you spend a while explaining what you and the others figured out he leaned back, taken aback. A soft smile taking over his lips that he could not surpress fast enough.

- Later that night he made himself comtable on top of you, his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. He didn’t know what to do, but your lovingly petting his hair made him realise he didn’t need to.

- He still sleeps a lot, often and in the weirdest places, he will always be the Avatar of Sloth but this might not be so bad after all.

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Ikemen Sengoku Headcanon💗⚔:

Mitsuhide/Mc:

I don't want to part from you...

Genre: Heavy Angst💔 (Characters Death) with Happy Ending❤✨!

Hello everyone, I got really inspired by this post by @yukina-otome and what if this actually happened in Ikemen Sengoku considering Mitsuhide's route in the game. In this story, MC is born and raised in Sengoku era instead of belonging from the future. I also got really inspired by this beautiful piece of art made by @ashavazesa which made me so much more emotional while writing this work. P.S: I am not at all sorry for breaking your delicate hearts😂. So here we go~!

In the year, 1582:

Despite difficult struggles without the presence of your parents in your life, you had grown up to be a very beautiful and talented seamstress in Azuchi. One day, after your work was finished for the day, you were walking along the streets of Azuchi when you noticed three men on the streets observing the working environment in the markets of Azuchi. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the sharp glint of the arrow being pointed at the man in the middle of the other two men. On instinct, the package dropped from your hands as you leapt to save the man. "Get down!", you pushed the man down as the arrow missed it aim and hit the nearby tree instead. "Ouch!", the man groaned in pain as you look down. The other two men, one of them immediately caught the attacker and the other man inspected the arrow. "Are you okay?", you asked the man and stared at his clothes in wonder. "Yes, I am okay but why are you staring at me this way? You don't know me?", the man asked. "I really don't!", you replied. "You intrigue me which is as worthy of praise as saving my life, I am Lord of Azuchi Castle, Daimyo of Owari, Oda Nobunaga", he replied smirking at you. Your eyes wide went with surprise, you heard a lot about him and here you accidentally saved his life. "Lord? Lord Nobunaga?", you exclaimed. "Now tell me your name!", he took hold of your chin forcing you to meet his intimidating gaze & ruthless smile. "MC! Now where are your manners? Let go of me right now!", you brushed his hand aside. "Hey girl, are you calling for your death?", said the man with brown hair. "What?!", you exclaimed. "Calm down Hideyoshi, I was correct, you are really intriguing, no one has spoken that way to me!", Nobunaga smirked. Hideyoshi stared at you suspciously but he let it go for a moment. "Lord Nobunaga, that was poison arrow intended to kill you on the spot", Hideyoshi said to him. "Act of Cowardice!", Nobunaga smirked. "Don't worry, Lord Nobunaga, I will interrogate him!", said the other man with silver hair. "Good job, Mitsuhide!", said Nobunaga proudly. Mitsuhide's golden eyes fell upon you in a way that he could read you like a book. "This girl is so slender but her courage makes up for it, she is a seamstress here, Lord Nobunaga!", he said holding your package. "Hey, wait, when did you-?", you tried to ask him but you were interrupted with a loud laugh. "This girl is interesting, carries fortune with her, also a talented person! She will serve as my lucky charm, just spend your days on makeup & games", Nobunaga said with a haughty tone. "What? Why-?", you asked giving him a look of disapproval. "Are you trying to question my lord?", asked Hideyoshi glaring at you. "I mean, I wanted to say that I want to work and not laze around!", you said with a flat voice which made Mitsuhide's eyes went wide as he howled with laughter and Nobunaga's smirk grew wide. "I am surrounded by creepy guys!", you thought looking at them. In this way, you found yourself as the chatelaine and the seamstress of Azuchi Castle among various strong warlords like Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Hideyoshi, Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari.

You were feeling overwhelmed due to the drastic change in your life overnight when you have to throw your old life and stepped on the first battleground in your life when the most unexpected man came to your rescue, Mitsuhide. He became your teacher in your new journey as a *perfect* chatelaine to serve his Lord Nobunaga. Everyone in the Oda forces and Azuchi Castle grew fond of you quickly, you were like a bright ball of energy and blooming flower of happiness around everyone. Mitsuhide mocked you, teased you, making your heart race, supported you by always standing by your side. You defended him once strongly in the town despite being wary of him and he fell in love with you. He realized later that he fell in love with you at the first sight seeing your boldness, honesty, hardworking and empathetic nature, he also felt so amazed that you stood by your values despite growing up in difficult environment which he has forsaken long ago. Despite hearing the heated rumours of him working as a traitor of Oda forces, you found yourself seeking him. You realized your undying feelings of love for him after Mitsuhide took revenge for your sake. After facing many problems together and coming out of it, you both finally confessed your feelings, unable to deny it any longer.

One day, you both went together outside in the evening to roam around in the festival being held at Azuchi when you bought a whole package of food for him as he has not eaten any food since morning, he gave a reason that he forget to eat food owing to the overload of work, you gave it to him and turned around to pay the money to the shopkeeper when certain poor and hungry kids approached him, he smiled at them, gently. He gave them his whole package of food and his expression was filled with genuine happiness when the kids enjoyed the delicious food. You turned back to see Mitsuhide staring off into distance, "Mitsuhide, where is your food?", you asked him. He pointed his finger towards the happy kids and you understood the whole situation as your face melted into a happy smile as you wiped a tear that escaped your eye feeling the softness & warmth in the heart of your lover. Mitsuhide cared for everyone and he possessed a heart of gold. "Little mouse, what happened?", Mitsuhide asked, chuckling, he caressed your rosy cheek. You giggled and shook your head at him and purchased another pack of food for him to eat. You both were resting on the field of flowers in the star-filled sky, Mitsuhide lay down his head on your lap and plays with your hair. "What's gotten into you suddenly, my love?", you asked him, chuckling gently. "You are looking so beautiful, my dearest little mouse!", Mitsuhide said looking at you with a fond and affectionate gaze. "MC, may I ask you something?", Mitsuhide looked at you, smiling gently. "Yes, you can!", you smiled brightly at him. "If our fates are tied with each other and we cannot deny our feelings for each other any longer, I would like you to become the light of my life and always shine my path, can you please stay by my side forever?", he asked you with the genuine, soft expression, Mitsuhide has confessed his feelings for you many times before but it felt more special and the precious moment couldn't describe your happiness as you nodded your head and smiled brightly at him, "I will stay by your side forever!". Mitsuhide let out a beautiful and dazzling smile, hearing your answer as you both looked into each other eyes happily as you caressed his cheek and he held your hand gently.

Soon, you became pregnant with Mitsuhide's child and there was no limit to his happiness, his eyes watered up. He scooped you up in his arms as he showered you with kisses on your forehead and cheeks upon hearing the news infront of other warlords which made your cheeks turned deep shade of red yet your heart was bubbling with happiness. The banquet was held in order to celebrate your pregnancy when you were pampered by other warlords like Nobunaga gave you konpeitos secretly with a proud smirk before Hideyoshi could catch him, Masamune made you eat so many delicious food items all the while grinning like a tiger, Ieyasu constantly gave you tips for the good health of your baby and mother despite being adorably grumpy, Hideyoshi took care of all your needs while Mitsunari happily chattering away with you and Mitsuhide would stare at you with the loving and affectionate gaze all the while which made you blush and he would absolutely enjoy your adorable reactions, he felt extremely happy and at bliss seeing you as the mother of his unborn child.

No one knew about the upcoming storm that would completely shatter their lives forever...

7 Days Later:

"Lord Nobunaga...died?", your blood turned to ice at the news given by Kyubei in your room at Azuchi Castle. It was so hard to believe the fact that the man with whom you were just laughing a week ago, eating konpeitos with each other secretly was no more. "How did this....happen?", you asked him, your eyes wide with shock. "Lord Nobunaga went to Honno-Ji temple for a tour 2 days ago and the whole temple was engulfed in uncontrollable flames while Lord Nobunaga was assassinated inside the temple!", he said looking down. "WHAT?!", you exclaimed, horror filled his eyes. "Where is Mitsuhide? He told me he had to go on campaign? Where is Hideyoshi? Others? Did they all came back? ", you asked him, Kyubei could clearly feel the panic in your voice. "Calm down, Milady, Lord Mitsuhide and others must be returning to the Azuchi Castle anytime after finishing the last rituals of Lord Nobunaga, you must not take stress right now!", Kyubei said trying to assure you. "No Kyubei, I can't sit back and rest after knowing about the chaos, as the chatelaine of Azuchi Castle, I will fulfill my duties, come with me, please!", you pleaded him to which he nodded almost immediately.

When you and Kyubei went outside, you could clearly see the state of panic in people as they were running here and there upon hearing the news of death of their ultimate ruler who almost conquered the whole of Japan. You along with Kyubei managed to calm down the people in the Azuchi Castle as the people respected you so they immediately followed your orders. You went into the town of Azuchi with Kyubei and tried to calm down the situation which was more difficult than the people residing in the castle, they were more afraid, uncertainty and panic written clearly on their faces. You urged them all to stay calm till the time all the warlords come back and everything will be taken care for them properly. You returned to the Azuchi Castle after managing the town along with Kyubei when the gates of the castle were opened revealing the faces that you were longing to see from the very long time. You could see all the warlords wearing cold expressions on their faces as they came inside the castle. They looked like different people as if you don't know them for a moment. Hideyoshi looked the most troubled, he looked lost as if the entire purpose of his life had been snatched from him in the blink of the eye, clouded in sadness, rage and coldness. You could clearly see the distress written on the faces of Ieyasu, Masamune and Mitsunari. You caught the glimpse of Mitsuhide whose expression was unreadable for the whole time, for some reason, the vassals of Lord Nobunaga, were staring at him angrily. You got the idea of their anger towards him as you went to arrange for their needs after returning from the journey. Every person dispersed to their own room after their return as they needed personal time to recover from their huge loss of a leader and a heavy blow to the Oda forces. You saw to their needs as the chatelaine and went back to meet Mitsuhide in his room after a long day.

"Mitsuhide...", you called out to him who was staring at the moon with a solemn look on his face. Probably this was the first time in his life when he didn't notice your appearance besides him as you gently rested your hand on his shoulder which twitched at your touch. He was startled and as he turned towards you, his serious & solemn expression relaxed into a tired smile.

"Mitsuhide, it's me...", you said to him in a very gentle tone. "Little one, you finally came...", he sighed. "How did you get hurt?", you looked at his wounded cheek worriedly and tended to him quickly. Before he could answer your question, you put your finger on his lips and cupped his cheeks in your hands. "No matter what happens, I have complete faith in you!", you said with a clear and soft voice, looking deep into his eyes and his gaze trembled under your soft smile with your strong faith in him.

"You must have received the news that...that...the one whom I believed....will finally restore...the peace in Japan completely...", he tried to say but his words died in his throat. "I know Mitsuhide...Kyubei told me....this is the reason I am here with you...I don't want you to be alone right now...", your heart broke at the sight of his expression which looked so lost and his trembling figure, he was not the commander of the Oda forces right now who is famous for his indifference but he was the human who felt pain like any other normal person.

"Can I hold you?", you asked him gently. He quietly nodded looking down. You were everything he needed for his solace. You gently embraced him, "You can be yourself with me, I cannot understand the depth of pain you are suffering from right now but I can try my best to comfort you", you said gently rubbing his back in soothing circles. His eyes went wide, he felt a huge lump in his thoat, his eyes felt a burning sensation at your words filled with love as he hid his face in the crook of your neck while he held you tightly against himself like he will fall apart completely if he let you go even for a moment. "Please..please...let me stay like this for a while....", he said, his voice choked with emotion. "As long as you need, my love", you said, gently kissing his forehead. Tears after tears soaked through your kimono as he cried while you stroked his hair gently like you would do to a kid till the moment he let out everything he was feeling in his heart in your comforting arms through his tears. After a long time, Mitsuhide took a deep breathe and started speaking slowly, looking at you.

"I have made my decision, little mouse", Mitsuhide said with a voice void of emotion that sent chill down your spine. "Mitsuhide, what are you planning?", you timidly asked him almost afraid of his next words, a feeling of dread spreading within you. "I will declare myself as a traitor of Oda forces who was involved in killing Oda Nobunaga!", Mitsuhide said, his voice filled with determination.

"No!", the word fell from your mouth even before you realized it. "What are you saying, Mitsuhide?! Please tell me I heard it wrong!", you desperately plead him holding his arms, as if trying to make him come into senses, your voice cracking painfully as you broke down. "You heard it right, little one!", said Mitsuhide with a strong voice as he held your shoulder to calm you down. "Why? Why Mitsuhide? I can't understand it", you fell down, tears rolling down your cheeks, you looked so weak and fragile that it broke his heart. Mitsuhide held you in his arms gently cradling your head as he continued to explain everything to you. As you were the only person left in this world who meant everything for him.

"Little mouse, you have seen panic in the people of Azuchi when you went to calm them as the chatelaine of the castle, right?", he asked you gently. You quietly nodded while listening to him patiently. "Imagine the state of the people when they heard the news of death of their ultimate ruler who almost conquered the whole of Japan? What will happen next, dear?", he asked you. "There will be chaos of uncertainty and fear in the mind of people going through the aftermath of this incident...", you replied to his answer. "I see, my little mouse is as smart as ever!", he gently caressed your hair as a sign of appreciation which only increased the pain in your heart as you came to realized the whole scenario hidden behind his words.

"So I will become a self-proclaimed shogun and a traitor in the eyes of people, this will lead to the extreme hatred & distrust of people towards me which has already started since today...", He stopped and took a deep shuddering breathe and stares off into distance. He chuckled lightly which made you confused there for a moment as you look up to him. "And as far as I know, the monkey of Lord Nobunaga, mother hen of Azuchi Castle and the most loved commander of Oda forces will surely take revenge of the death of his beloved lord...", he said with a nonchalant shrug, smiling down at you. "Hideyoshi!?", you exclaimed, pure horror written on your face. Mitsuhide nodded at you with a smile.

"Once Hideyoshi kills the traitor of the Oda forces, the fear and panic from the hearts of people will dissipiate & the chaotic times will come to an end as Hideyoshi will continue to serve as the most deserving ruler after Lord Nobunaga!", Mitsuhide said, a calm smile on his lips, his eyes closed as he held you more tightly. "How can you smile? You will die...", you tried your best not to cry, not now, but you couldn't control your sobs seeing his calm expression.

"Remember little mouse, I once told you that as long as peace comes with my death, I would be satisfied...", Mitsuhide said it with the same smile without regrets which hit you much more intensely than it did before and your breathe got caught as your eyes brimmed with tears. Mitsuhide looks at you with a sad smile as he wiped away your tears gently. Your mind made a strong resolve as you bow down infront of him suddenly which made him speechless. "Little mouse, what...what are you doing?", he asked, eyes wide with shock. "As Mitsuhide Akechi's wife, I will support and love you with my entire soul and heart! I will always remember your sacrifice, you are my honour, love...", you said with a proud smile, determination burning in your eyes. Mitsuhide embraced you tightly, he thought he could easily suppressed the pain of his heart with a nonchalant smile to convince you of the right thing to do despite your protests. He didn't expect you to be so supportive of his ideals and smiling bravely even when he could clearly see the world come crashing down in your eyes. "You always surprise me, little one...you have became so strong....", Mitsuhide said as a gentle whisper as if saying anything anymore will shatter him completely though he let his tears to freely to flow down his cheeks. "My love for you has made me that way", you whispered softly to him. "I love you, my dearest little one!", he caressed your hair. "I love you too!", you nodded with a smile, your heart afraid of the upcoming future.

"Kyubei!", Mitsuhide narrated his final plan to his most trusted vassal in your presence who was also taken aback with his decision yet he bows down to follow his lord's request. "I will do everything as you say, I am so thankful of your trust in me, Lord Mitsuhide!", Kyubei replied with tears in his eyes and Mitsuhide placed a hand on his shoulder as a sign of gratitude. Even your heart was filled with happiness as you witnessed the great bond that existed b/w a lord and his vassal.

You and Mitsuhide made passionate love with each other for the last time, well aware that both of you would be separated in the warring times.

The Next Morning:

The rumours spread like a wildfire through Kyubei about Mitsuhide being the mastermind behind the assassination of Oda Nobunaga. Mitsuhide proudly made his way among the fuming vassals towards the dais and sat down with a smirk on his face. You were also sitting among the others in the council room with a properly schooled expression on your face.

"He is the one who plotted the death of our lord!", a vassal shouted with anger. "Yes! I heard that he even shouted after surrounding the Honno-Ji temple that,'The enemy is at Honno-ji!', which obviously meant his enemy was Lord Nobunaga and he intended to kill him", another vassal added his view. "I already knew from the very beginning that he is the traitor in Oda forces!", another voice joined in the discussion. The crowd of vassals were muttering despicable words against him which hurt your heart so much but you knew to stay calm for the sake of Mitsuhide.

Suddenly, a voice cut the tense environment like a knife. "Mitsuhideeee!", Hideyoshi screamed with anger and he was joined by Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari. "Hooooh, another troublemakers, I am not interested in hearing your utter nonsense-", Mitsuhide said with a harsh tone. Not a moment later, a cold steel was placed against his throat by Hideyoshi with trembling hand. Your heart leapt in your throat for a moment there as you took a deep, steady breathe. "WHY?! Why did you kill Lord Nobunaga?! What about your pledge to serve Lord Nobunaga with me together always?! I always cared for you as a friend and you...you completely shattered my trust in you!", shouted Hideyoshi, his voice trembling with anger. Mitsuhide closed his eyes for the brief moment hearing the harsh words, it proved to be more difficult than he thought, you glanced at him and caught him steadying himself for his next move. "It's still unbelievable that you were capable of something so much wilder than I imagined, Mitsuhide", said Masamune with raw anger. "I always admired you as a fellow strategist but I am ashamed today!", said Mitsunari with a disgusted expression. "I treated Lord Nobunaga as my brother and you killed him! I will never forgive you!", Ieyasu spoke, rage clear in his eyes. "SILENCE!", Mitsuhide ordered sharply and in a moment, the roles were reversed, his sword was at Hideyoshi's neck, his hold extremely steady on it.

"If you all don't want your dearest friend and most loved commander to be killed right infront of your eyes now, you will better stand down & accept the fact that I will be the new shogun after Oda Nobunaga!", he said with a cold smile, his eyes staring daggers at everyone present in the council room. Hideyoshi was extremely shocked and heartbroken at his step towards him, as if he was held hostage by a completely different man, not a person whom he cared for and cherished both as a friend & coworker. Your heart broke painfully at the sight that even his closest friends were burning with hatred for him.

There was sheer silence at his command and everyone knew better than to speak a word but a broken & crazy laughter filled with extreme pain was heard. "Enjoy your rule, Mitsuhide Akechi, for I swear upon my loyalty towards Lord Nobunaga that I will kill you very soon & avenge his death!", Hideyoshi said with a determined voice, his eyes reddened with anger, tears streaming from his eyes as he glared at him. "Hooh~I accept your challenge!", said Mitsuhide with a callous smirk on his face. You catched a sad smile on Mitsuhide's face for a tiniest of moment and you closed your eyes & clenched your fist hard enough as your knuckles turned white & took a deep breathe to control your heart from shattering anymore.

"MC, you will move into my castle! You don't need to stay here to bear the pain of his betrayal towards you!", said Hideyoshi directing his pleading gaze at you. "I am not going anywhere! I am the chatelaine of Azuchi Castle and I will follow my duties despite his....betrayal", your heart clenched painfully in your chest to utter the last word. Mitsuhide smirked at you but you could clearly see the pain hidden in his eyes. "MC, but-", Ieyasu tried to convince you otherwise. "It's my own personal wish to be here!", your voice rang out clear to deny any further arguments. Everyone thought that you were so heartbroken by his betrayal that you wanted to distract your sadness by devoting your time in following your duties so they understood & respected your decision. But only you knew, the real reason, you wanted to spend as much time as possible near Mitsuhide before the destiny finally shows it's cruely towards your love as you both shared a silent nod with each other. Everyone glared at Mitsuhide in the council, all the eyes reflecting pure hatred towards him while he sat back down unaffected by the looks of disgust people gave him.

13 Days Later:

Since, Mitsuhide became the shogun after Lord Nobunaga, you were staying away from him in your own room as to not arise suspicions as told to you by Mitsuhide but he always came to meet you everyday without fail once everyone fell asleep. He used to sit down besides you and rest his head on your shoulder and held your hand tightly while his other hand gently stroked your belly with the most satisfied smile yet you could see the pain in his eyes as if he was thanking gods for every moment, he got to spend with you and his unborn child and asking them to give us strength & their blessings. You were overwhelmed with the mixture of emotions whenever you shared this special moment everyday, you felt confused as to feel extremely happy and just let yourself go and enjoy the moment but the pang in your heart told you of the inevitable future that awaited both of you. Despite everything, it was the comfortable silence that you both shared everytime.

"Lord Mitsuhide, urgent news, Lord Hideyoshi along with his forces are on the move to take their revenge on you from his own castle!", Kyubei gave his report to him in the afternoon. Mitsuhide let out a deep sigh and laugh dryly at his words, "I am glad that it is turning out the way I wanted, you impressed me Hideyoshi", as he and Kyubei stood up and went to find you in your room in Azuchi secretly to meet you avoiding everyone on his way.

"Little mouse!", Mitsuhide gently knocked your door as you let him inside as Kyubei guarded your room, he could clearly see the worry in your eyes seeing him in the afternoon instead of late night. "What is the matter, Mitsuhide?", you asked holding his hand.

"I came to tease you for one last time, little one, my time in this world has finally nearing to an end", Mitsuhide said with a soft and peaceful smile looking at you. "Mitsuhide...", a sad gasp escaped your throat, you were not ready to let him go in the mouth of death, you desperately wanted the inevitable future to get delayed just to spend a extra moment with him. His soft smile faltered seeing your sad expression.

He embraced you tightly and kissed you passionately taking your every feeling of love for him to bear the inevitable & severe pain on his final journey towards death. The hearts beating faster, tears and pain of upcoming separation, the desparation of the sharing of warmth as you both clung to each other tightly & the burning love they felt for each other was expressed through this final kiss. "Take care of yourself and our only symbol of love!", said Mitsuhide as he kissed your belly saying his goodbye to the unborn child & giving his blessing by resting his hand on it which made it harder for you to control your tears.

"I am going back to Sakamoto Castle as staying here can put you and our baby in danger & I really want you to stay protected under the watch of Kyubei!", he said gently caressing your cheek as he turned to leave. You embraced him from behind as you cried, "You are worried for me even when you are going away from me forever, I cannot stop you anymore but I want to give you something!", you said as he turned to look back at you. "Take this with yourself!", you gave him the bellflower hairpin you had tied in your hair. Mitsuhide stared at you and the hairpin, surprised.

"This time I give it to you as a promise that I will find you! You will have to hold on!", you said with a strong voice and glassy eyes. "MC, you should stay-" "I want to be there with you in your final moments, please, grant me this final wish, Mitsuhide!", you cried as you kissed the hairpin, secretly praying it to give him all the strength. "How can I deny my little mouse's last request?", Mitsuhide bravely chucked as he gave you one of the most affectionate head pat, accepted the hairpin and tucked it gently near his chest & went outside to meet his fate.

As soon as he went out, you broke down completely, saddened by the thought that the man who deserves all the light in the world is going to submerge himself in the darkness forever and you can't do anything but to see everything unfold infront of your own eyes while Kyubei stayed by your side to comfort you.

Mitsuhide reached the Sakamoto Castle and prepared the people residing to move out and saved their lives as he arranged everything for them quickly even on such a short notice, he didn't let the people panic and saw to their safety. Hideyoshi received the information of Mitsuhide fleeing as he turned his own forces to shift their movement from Azuchi Castle towards Sakamoto Castle. Mitsuhide let himself be an easy target for the forces of Hideyoshi by staying completely unprotected in his own castle. Mitsuhide sat down extremely relaxed in the main hall when the forces of Hideyoshi finally reached the castle.

"SURROUND THE CASTLE!", Hideyoshi ordered his forces. "Spare the innocents! Our target is Mitsuhide Akechi!", shouted Hideyoshi as some of the forces surrounded the castle while the rest of his forces broke inside.

"Kyubei, I am ready!", you said turning towards your lover's most trusted vassal. "Milady! As you wish! You need to be extremely careful as you are pregnant with our lord's child!", said Kyubei in a pleading tone. "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to my child!", your voice, determined as you caressed your belly. Kyubei nodded in agreement. You both disguised yourself as Hideyoshi's forces to infiltrate the Sakamoto castle. You and Kyubei mounted on the horse as you both made your way towards the Sakamoto castle.

The forces entered the castle and Mitsuhide looks at them with a calm expression on his face. "Hooh~! You all finally made it, Hideyoshi Toyotomi didn't disappoint me!", Mitsuhide said with a cool smirk on his face. "PREPARE TO DIE! TRAITOR TO ODA FORCES, MITSUHIDE AKECHI!", shouted an angry soldier. "Now you all have caught me defenseless so you can do anything you want with me!", said Mitsuhide looking at the forces with a calm expression. The other men tied his hand behind his back and pushed him down on his knees. "Oh my, you are quite harsh!", chuckled Mitsuhide. "SHUT UP!", as he received a tight punch on his face which make him hissed in pain but also made him aware that it's the beginning of torture. He received countless kicks and punches on his every part of the body by each and every person surrounding him which made him groaned in pain still he silently welcomed them all. The blood spilled from his lips and his strength seemed to be leaving him, his entire body was screaming in pain yet he showed a broken smile to his torturers.A torturer finally came with a sword as he stared at the sharpness as it stabs him in the stomach. A painful gasp escaped his lips.

"MILADY! WE MADE IT!", Kyubei shouted as the castle came into their view. You both hurried over towards the entrance the castle. "Please hold on Mitsuhide!", you prayed silently in your heart. You get down and staggered a bit clutching yoir stomach. "Are you okay, Milady?", Kyubei came back towards you to check on you. "I am okay, just show me the way towards Mitsuhide!", you looked ahead as you both made your way to secretly sneak inside the castle.

"Let's see, untill when you can smile that way, traitor!", said a torturer. "Try me...", Mitsuhide replied, his breathing ragged staring at the blood-stained swords and whips. "Absolutely!", said another torturer as he stabbed him in the chest. "MC!", he cried out your name in pain. Suddenly, you felt a sharp ache in your heart as you hurried inside, following Kyubei. Mitsuhide's eyes went wide as his pale blue kimono turned into a colour of crimson red. "Now, finally your head, MITSUHIDE AKECHI!", said as the torturer lifted the sword above his head to give a final blow to him when a gunshot was heard. The torturer fell to the ground revealing you standing there with the bloodshot eyes holding Mitsuhide's rifle. "STEP BACK! Else I will kill everyone present here!", you shouted angrily at all the torturers and they suddenly feared your threatening aura. "MC...", Mitsuhide looks at you standing bravely before him and his expression relaxed, the pain dulling in his entire body.

Hideyoshi entered the castle on hearing the sudden commotion. "MC, what are you doing here?!", Hideyoshi, exclaimed with shock. "MC! What are you saying?! He is a traitor! Stay away from him!", Hideyoshi shouted. "I won't let you all hurt him anymore than you have already done, Hideyoshi, you will have to kill me if you want to take his head!", you shouted angrily, tears rolling down your cheeks. "What?!", Hideyoshi exclaimed, surprised, finally stepping back after seeing the misery of Mitsuhide as he knew he could die anytime. "Get out!", Hideyoshi ordered everyone and he himself went outside of the room turning back to take a glance at Mitsuhide, deep down in his heart, he was saddened that the things turned out this way between them. "Farewell and thank you, my friend Hideyoshi", Mitsuhide thought looking at his back. You handed the rifle to Kyubei quickly without wasting any more moment.

"Mitsuhideeee!", you rushed to him and gently rested his head on your lap and held his hand tightly. "Oh god! There is so much blood...Mitsuhide...", you couldn't control your tears seeing his worsening state, your heart felt the pain as it has been shredded into pieces. "Little mouse...don't cry...please show me...your beautiful smile...I am...weak...to your tears...", your lover raised a trembling, bloodied hand to wipe your tears away as you held his hand against your cheek, your tears falling like rain, wetting his face yet you showed him your most beautiful smile. With his other hand, he took the bellflower hairpin out of his kimono which was tucked safely near his chest and he gave it to you with shaking hands as he smiled gently at you. "You fulfill your promise...", you cried harder as you held the bellflower hairpin covered with his blood blood close to your chest. "It pains me...so much...that..you are...so close...to me...yet I can...not...see your face...", said Mitsuhide as tears rolled down his cheeks. You looked at him and even though Mitsuhide was still looking at you but his gaze was unfocused. You cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead gently to make him feel your love despite the warmth leaving his body, his hands were always cold but his cheeks were always warm even they were growing colder moment by moment. "Kyu..Kyubei...thank..you...", Mitsuhide coughed out blood. "It's my honor, Milord!", Kyubei replied with a tearful smile. The moment, his heart would stop beating, it would be the end of everything for you, you desperately held his hand.

"I..I thought it would...be easy to say farewell...but...I am...afraid...I cannot...lie to my own heart...when it comes to you...I love you so much...I don't want to part from you....", his voice was so heartbreakingly sad, as tears fell from his eyes and you held him extremely close to yourself. "I love you...you are my hero...", you sobbed holding him to which a small yet sad trembling smile appeared on his face.

"I-I am sorry, my dearest...little......mouse..", his body went limp and his hand fell down at the side as you looked at him to find that through his half-lidded eyes, his golden orbs lost his light forever and a face that always had a teasing and affectionate smile towards you went lifeless. He would no longer wipe your tears, he would no longer tease and chuckle at you, he would no longer give you your favourite headpats, he will no longer embrace you, he would no longer stay by your side, the truth of the reality weighed heavily on your chest.

"Mitsuhide...please...please...call my name...please answer me...", you received no answer. "Mitsuhideee!", you screamed, your heart crying with agony. "Lord Mitsuhidee!", Kyubei fell down on his knees as tears trailed down his cheek. "It is so unfair, why god, why us?", you cried holding his lifeless body close to your chest. "I wish I never knew the pain of separation...", you said as the broken sigh spilled from your lips and you looked down at him. "You have suffered lot, now sleep, my love", you whispered to him gently resting your forehead on his, your tears freely flowing down your cheeks. It reminded you of the moment of his love confession when he smiled at you so beautifully resting on your lap, "I stayed by your side untill the end, didn't I?", you gently asked this question as you embraced him once again.

Kyubei and you together did his last rituals near the Sakamoto Castle on the safest ground and return back to Azuchi Castle. The next morning, the vassals of Lord Nobunaga destroyed the Sakamoto Castle upon hearing the news of Mitsuhide's death after 13 days of his rule. Hideyoshi strongly punished them. Hideyoshi then became the next ruler after Lord Nobunaga and everything return to normalcy, he gained the trust and loyalty of the vassals.

8 Months Later:

Each breathe was a torture without him, you lost your smile, there was not a day when you didn't cry holding your bellflower hairpin. You missed him everyday. The nightmares about the day when you killed a man and Mitsuhide left you forever haunted you till date, the pain was so maddening. You would often stare at the moon which reminded you of his memories and gave you a brief moment of comfort but a pang in your heart told you that those moments will never come again. Other warlords were extremely worried about your degrading health especially Hideyoshi. He had taken a very good care of you but still it seems to him and everyone around that you are a dead person from inside. "She looks so pale, her world has fallen apart since he died...", said Ieyasu with a concerned frown. "No matter how much I try to feed her various delicious food to cheer her up even a little, there is not even a single trace of smile on her lips, I feel so worried for lass...", said Masamune letting out a deep sigh. "She fulfills all her responsibilities as the chatelaine of Azuchi Castle and as a seamstress very well everyday...but not as a human...she acts like a doll...Lord Hideyoshi, I am extremely worried for her", Mitsunari said with a serious expression. "It's all his fault!", Hideyoshi gritted his teeth. "Don't worry, I will try my best to bring the light back in her eyes...", Hideyoshi said as he stood to meet you in your room.

Your heart would always crush further hearing the curses and despicable words, seeing the hatred when your lover's name was taken infront of anyone. That night as you were caressing your belly, the tears fell from your eyes. "No matter if the world curses your father's name everyday, baby, remember that your father died as a hero, he died for the sake of peace of the country, grow and become strong like him and do great things in your life", you said with a very soft tone. At the very same moment, the door slides open suddenly which startled you. You found Hideyoshi standing there expression filled with horror.

"Hi-Hideyoshi...", you were stunned but you composed yourself as you let out a strained smile. "What brings you here?", you asked him greeting him inside. "MC, what did you say about him dying as a hero for peace?", Hideyoshi asked you, his face ashen. Your shoulders twitched involuntarily at his question. "Hideyoshi, please sit down...", you said to him calmly. He obeyed and sat down infront of you, "What are you hiding, MC?", he said with a questioning tone, he was clenching his fists so tighly enough to draw out blood even he were unaware of it. "I am not hiding anything, Hideyoshi, please, you are hurting yourself!", you said averting his gaze from him. "Please tell me the truth, if you ever considered me as your friend, MC...", Hideyoshi said, his gaze trembling, he held your hands. You sighed dejectedly. "Please, don't ask me such questions...", tears started brimming your eyes. "I beg you MC, please tell me...", Hideyoshi said, his voice cracks painfully. "Fine...the truth is...", you narrated him the whole real story behind Mitsuhide's death. His hand flew over his mouth as countless tears spilled from his eyes, his whole body felt the pain of countless thorns striking him. "It...it..was all his...plan...He never betrayed...Lord Nobunaga..?", he asked his question in a whisper, his mind was not able to processed the entire truth, it was too much to bear for him. "You know Hideyoshi, Mitsuhide always held you in high regards...he once told me that...people admire you because you cannot lie or deceive anyone....people love you because you were so trustworthy in their eyes...he believed that he was meant for the shadows while you were meant to walk in the light...", tears rolls down your cheeks remembering his words, your voice filled with emotion. "That self-sacrificing...snake...", Hideyoshi was crying hard after knowing the truth of his dear friend. "This is the reason...you came that day...you knew everything, MC?", Hideyoshi asked. "Yes..I couldn't let him die...in a disgraceful way...completely alone...when you said...you will kill him...he was satisfied...that you will restore...peace in Japan", you said, remembering that day. "Not only...I...I became a villain....if only I didn't....trusted his callous smile...that day...", Hideyoshi clutched his hair, sobbing with regret.

"I am so...grateful...that...you stopped me from doing something unimaginable that day...I am so sorry...I am so sorry for tearing you both apart...", Hideyoshi felt so small before you. Your heart broke at the sight seeing him crying with intense regret. "It's nobody fault, Hideyoshi...we all got caught in the trap in the cruel game of destiny...It was bound to happen...", you said rubbing his back gently trying to comfort him. "I would like you to promise me, one thing?", you asked him gently. "Anything you ask me, MC!", Hideyoshi quickly nodded his head. "You will never tell anyone about anything I told you today, please promise me...", you pleaded him. "What? Why MC?", he asked you, confused. "If the truth came out, it would be the complete waste of Mitsuhide's sacrifice as it will return things to the square one as it was after Lord Nobunaga's death. Huge chaos will happen once again, the emotions of guilt, anger, sadness, uncertainty, fear, panic, hatred will once again spread in the hearts of people. Neither Mitsuhide nor me would ever want something like that to happen ever again", you turned to look at Hideyoshi. "If you want to pay respect to his sacrifice, keep maintaining the peace of Japan by being the honest leader like you are right now!", you smiled after a very long time, encouraging him by resting your hand on his shoulder. "I give you my promise of respecting your and his wishes!", Hideyoshi said with a bright smile as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Thank you!", you smiled holding his hand happily. You both went together to visit Mitsuhide's grave on Hideyoshi's request to pay his respects. "Mitsuhide, you cared for me and respected me so much yet you never told me? You became a true hero.....I am so sorry for hitting you the day Lord Nobunaga died.....I wish I would have held your hand atleast when you died....", Hideyoshi sobbed harder remembering Mitsuhide's sad smile when he left him before dying. "I am so angry at myself for not trusting you, can you forgive me, dear friend? I am so sorry for hurting you with my words, separating you from MC!", Hideyoshi completely broke down infront of his grave as memories of him flashed in his mind. MC comforted him by rubbing his back gently and wiping his tears. "No matter, whether you forgive me or not, I will fulfill your wish untill the end of my life, dear friend!", Hideyoshi said with a bright smile, eyes shining with tears. "Mitsuhide will be very happy right now!", you said with a huge smile, wiping away your tears and resting your hand on his shoulder as you both looked at each other and the sky filled with stars.

Next Month:

The time of your childbirth arrived. You were going through the process of labour while Ieyasu and the midwife assisted you in it. Hideyoshi stood by your side, supporting you by holding your hand as you clutched the bellflower hairpin in your other hand. You were losing all your strength, you were not able to hold it anymore. "MC! Stay awake!", Hideyoshi patted your cheeks lightly forcing you to not lose consciousness. "MC! You can do it! We are almost there!", said Ieyasu trying to encourage you to hold on. "Yes, MC! Don't give up!", said Hideyoshi as he gently supported you. You got a sudden rush of strength as if Mitsuhide was holding the hand in which you clutched the hairpin tightly and you decided to give it your all into giving the birth to your baby holding Hideyoshi's hand tightly. All of a sudden, the melodic cry of a baby filled your ears which made your heart filled with happiness and everyone's face lit up in a huge smile. "It's a baby girl!", Ieyasu said with a very happy smile. "MC! A girl has been born!", said Hideyoshi, crying tears of happiness, gently tapping your cheeks. Ieyasu gave you the baby and you gently held her against your chest kissing her head, "She is beautiful", you murmured, your eyes moist with happiness. "Hideyoshi, please give this hairpin to my baby girl...when she grows up, it will be her lucky charm..", you smiled at Hideyoshi. "But MC, you could always decorate her hair when she grows up....", Hideyoshi started talking with you happily but out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed a bright white light and flash of a pale blue kimono and a fox mask, you focused your gaze and the figure came into view, you knew him, he was Mitsuhide, he looked as beautiful as a snow, he approached you and gently caressed his baby girl's head, "She is like a baby mouse!", he let out one of the most happy and soft smile seeing his baby girl which made your heart sing with delight, he kissed your forehead gently, "Thank you so much, little one, for blessing me with this happiness". "Little mouse", Mitsuhide called you in a very gentle voice extending his hand towards you. "Mitsuhide...", you lifted a trembling hand towards him and held his hand tightly in yours, he embraced you in his arms. "I missed you so much, Mitsuhide!", you cried in his comforting warmth. "I missed you too, my dearest little mouse, you are here with me now...", Mitsuhide gently stroked your hair as you both smiled at each other happily "I have finally caught you, my kitsune!", you giggled happily. "Yes!", he chuckled happily. "MC!", Ieyasu and Hideyoshi screamed, their voices filled with anguish as your hand fell to the side, bellflower hairpin falling to the ground, as you died with a very peaceful smile on your face. "MC! MC! Open your eyes! Please!", Hideyoshi begged you but he got no answer in return. Ieyasu fell silent over the thought that the most cheerful girl lost all her brightness and fell into eternal sleep. "I promise to love and protect your daughter with my whole heart and life!", Hideyoshi cried, holding your daughter gently in his arms and picking up the bellflower hairpin gently. Suddenly he felt the touch of a tiny hand on his face. The baby girl seemed like she was trying to wipe away Hideyoshi's tears and asking him to cheer up. Ieyasu and Hideyoshi were stunned as they looks at your baby girl, they exchanged sad smiles with each other. "An angel has been born!", Hideyoshi declared happily as he looks down at you even though his heart was filled with grief of losing his best, little sister, he prayed to gods for your reunion with Mitsuhide very soon in your next life.

Current Time Period:

You were a talented fashion designer by profession as you were going back home after a long day of work, you were planning to spend it talking with your friends, family, eating your favourite food and pampering yourself . As you crossed past the Honno-Ji temple in Kyoto, your heart would always ache with the pain you cannot describe it in words.

"Why does my heart always ache with pain so much whenever I pass by this location? Why do I feel so sad and happy at the same time, seeing the bellflower? Do I have a some connection with them? What is this feeling?", you wondered as you walk down the road during rain holding your umbrella, lost in thoughts. You didn't noticed as you collided with a detective and your phone fell down. "Oh! I am so sorry!", you both bend down at the same time to pick up the phone. "Are you okay?", he lifted his gaze towards you. "I am okay, I am sorry, I didn't pay attention while walking on the road-", you lifted your gaze towards the man and the time frozed around both of you as the umbrellas slipped from your hand and fell on the ground. "Mitsuhide/MC!", the names fell from your lips before you both realized it. All the memories, you both spend with each other came in a flash and tears fell like rain from both of your eyes. Mitsuhide embraced you tightly in his arms and you hugged him back.

"It's been a very long time...isn't it?", you cried happily in his arms. "Yes, it's been so long, my dear little mouse!", Mitsuhide said with a very soft smile. "I am so glad that I met you again in this life!", you said looking at him with a sweetest smile while he wiped away your tears.

"We were meant to be with each other! If we are bound by fate then I want you to become my light and shine my life once again away from the warring period and please let me by your side forever, will you give me this honour, my dearest little mouse?", Mitsuhide asked you with a very genuine expression holding your hand, the longing reflecting in his eyes for you. "Yes, Mitsuhide, please never let go of my hand!", you nodded your head and embraced him tightly, tears rolling down your cheeks. Mitsuhide nodded with a gentle smile,"You are caught with me in this life, little mouse and if you ever tried to escape me, I will always find you!", he whispered kissing your forehead. You both stare into each other eyes and your lips met in a warm and passionate kiss hiding under the umbrella to mark your reunion. You both smiled giddily at each other and held each other hand in the walk of your love journey ahead yet once again in different time period.

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♡ mod’s yandere prompt writing list ♡

♡ these are yan-twst’s mod’s personal yandere prompt list! i wrote them to use here on my blog, but anyone else can reblog them and use them if they want!

“ah, look... there’s blood all over me.”

“don’t you see? it’s your fault- you made me like this.”

“in the end... you’re only good for being with me. you’re useless at anything else, aren’t you?”

“i’m sorry for stealing your personal belongings... now that you’re here forever, i can return them!”

“nothing. without you- i’m... nothing.”

“you have no idea... the things i’ve done while thinking of you, darling...”

“i don’t care if you think i’m a monster; i’ve decided you’re mine.”

“it’s cute how you think you have a choice!”

“well, maybe if you’d accepted my confession, all these people wouldn’t have had to die...”

“if you think of leaving, i’ll make death seem like a blessing to you.”

“aah, forgive me for what i must do... i just can’t live on without you...!”

“feeling dizzy? well, it’s too late to realize: you already ingested what i slipped in your drink.”

“sure, i’ll let you run away. but if i catch you... then it’s fair game for me to do what i want.”

“the more you squirm, the more excited i’ll get, silly.”

“if you keep screaming, you could damage your vocal cords- go ahead, i don’t mind.”

“anyone who could rescue you is already dead. give up.”

“you don’t know how much i hate being this way- but i can’t change.”

“i tried my best to be a normal lover... but it simply won’t work. you understand, right?”

“want to escape? tell me, what other person would ever love someone like you?”

“the outside is so dangerous, don’t you see? if i wasn’t here to protect you, who knows what would happen to you...”

“i’m trying really hard to be nice to you here, but you’re making it real hard.”

“apologize? why would i? i haven’t done anything i didn’t have the right to.”

“you’re so sweet... i’m addicted to your presence.”

“i don’t care if it’s the drugs making you speak; say you love me, again.”

“don’t look at me like that... you know i do everything i do because i love you.”

“those bruises... did i do that...?”

“if you keep me happy, your life will be good, don’t you understand?”

“you just aren’t fit to be on the outside world. stay here with me- i’ll take care of you.”

“don’t you get it? i’m in charge here- you’re basically a glorified servant.”

“if i was you, i wouldn’t bother trying to escape. you’re too weak.”

“why are you so ungrateful? there’s nobody else other than me who could ever love such a miserable creature like you.”

“i ordered you to stay quiet. stop crying.”

“i didn’t mean to- no, god, i love you so much...! how could i have done this?”

“that’s right, just accept me... you’ll be so happy with me...”

“i’ve tried to be tolerant, but your disobedience has reached a limit i cannot ignore.”

“i wish i could love you the normal way.”

"your fear is so delicious to me"

"you look beautiful when you sleep... i'd know- i watched you, after all"

"it's ok if you don't love me, i'll still do whatever i want"

"don't you dare think of anyone other than me"

"i wish i didn't need to make you drink love potions for you to act caring, darling"

"from now on, you're my pet- go on, keep me entertained"

"this is your last warning. either you're obedient, or i'll make you obedient"

"all i ever asked was for you to love me back... are you so selfish you won't even give me that?"

"are you so desperate for human contact you'll come to me? good, that was the point"

"well, you can sleep here with me, or i could chain you up and make you sleep on the ground. it's your choice"

"say you love me, or else i might do something we both won't like"

"did you think you could escape me...? don't you know we're meant for each other? you're destined to return to me"

"i never claimed to be a good person. if you didn't want this to happen, you shouldn't have made me fall in love with you"

"i'll use you to my heart's content. don't you dare complain- it's what you deserve"

"if you're smart, you're going to stop struggling and kiss me back right now"

“apologize? why would i? you know very well you brought the punishment upon yourself.”

“stop crying- you made me mad. tears aren’t getting you out of this one.”

“i’ll count to three, and you better say you love me, or else i’ll do something neither of us will like.”

“if you behave, we’re all going to be happy here, so why do you keep acting out?”

“i’m starting to think you’re a bit of a masochist. i mean, why else would you keep angering me over and over again?”

“you bruise too easily- i haven’t even roughed you up yet...”

“cry, scream, i don’t care. you can’t do anything against me.”

“don’t you get it? i could kill you if i wanted to, but i won’t- because i love you.”

“i hurt your friends? no, you did that- by disobeying me and talking to them.”

“don’t make me lose my temper again. i love you and you’re making it too tempting to punish you.”“cry, cry some more, please... it looks good on you.”

“it’s ok if you hate me- i’ll still be able to do as i please with your pretty face.”

“aw, did you flinch? i was just reaching over for my phone- what did you think would happen?”

“tears suit you better than any makeup. i could watch you cry all day.”

“there’s some pleasure to be found in pain, they say. maybe you’ll learn to enjoy punishment at one time, too.”

“i like having power over you, don’t you get it? there’s no way to get out of this.”

“run, cry, scream; you’re still just dancing in the palm of my hand.”

“it’s ok to give up. in fact, i encourage it- just let the future i’ve chosen for you run its course.”

"you know i hate to hurt you... so please, don’t make me do it.”“i would never lie to you, darling, so i mean it when i say you shouldn’t be talking to others.”

“oh, nasty rumours about you are being spread...? my, i wonder who could’ve done such a thing...”

“i’ve done so much for you, the least you can do is love me back.”

“you’re to naive. if i don’t protect you from danger, who will?”

“that’s right, just let me control your life. there’s no way someone like you could even live alone.”

"you’re crying... ah, it’s because you love me, right?”“i don’t understand why you’re getting away from me... we’re a couple!”

“i’ve already told your parents you’d spend the holidays at my place, so stop crying. lovers do this all the time, so why aren’t you understanding this?”

“we’ll be together, forever and ever... forever...!”

“i cooked us a romantic dinner! so stay still while i detach the chains form you so we can go sit down, ok?”

“shh, please don’t cry... all relationships have their ups and downs, and i’m sure you’ll get used to being locked inside soon!”

"all the blood i’ve ever spilled was because of you.”“you don’t need anyone other than me. i’ll be your everything.”

“what did you think would happen? i told you i was an intense lover, didn’t i?”

“love hurts, get used to it.”

“say you love me again. say it so much i get drunk off it- i don’t care if you mean it or not, i just need to hear it.”

“don’t complain to me. you’re the one who tempted me, i just did as my instincts said.”

“your phone number, your favorite color, the brand of your clothes... i’ve memorized it all, see?”

“sure, you can turn me down. but i don’t think you’d want me to publish all these photos i’ve taken while you weren’t looking, would you?”

“oh... well, you found the photo of you i keep in my pillow, huh? ... well, what do you think of that? should i just keep the real thing instead of a pic?”

“now, stop drooling- we don’t need everyone to know you’re under a love potion, love.”

“oh, you aren’t that drunk, don’t worry. i just drugged you.”

“yes, i’ll admit i broke into your room to watch you sleep, but what can you do about it?”

“if you ever escape, i’ll track you down, no matter where. it’s useless to even try.”

“how can i get to your heart? should i try with money? or should i go straight for love potions?”

“i keep pencils you’ve chewed on, pictures i’ve printed of you, clothes i’ve stolen from your room... you think i’m a creep, don’t you?”

“you better learn to love me back. you know why? because nobody else will ever love you- so you’re stuck with me.”

“i’m sorry it had to be this way. i tried so hard to be a normal lover, but... it was always going to end up like this.”

“i feel like i’ll die if you don’t love me. would you truly hurt me like this?”

“what is it you don’t understand? nobody is ever going to love you like i do. nobody will ever understand how i feel about you.”

“your family, your friends... they’ve forgotten about you by now, i’m sure. but i’m still here- i’m the only one who loves you.”

“look at me in the eye when i speak. it’s rude not to do so, don’t you know?”

“if i tell you to jump, you should just ask how high. obedience should be your first nature.”

“i want to pamper you- i want to keep you safe and warm... like a pet.”

“don’t stress too much over what i slipped in your drink- i just want you to relax with me, for once... i don’t want you to be so tense; here, i’ll even undo your chain for a while.”

“you’re lucky to have someone who loves you this much. don’t you know how lonely it is to have nobody who loves you...?”

“you take, take, and take- my love, my protection, my affection... you should show me some of that back; don’t be so ungrateful.”

“you want to run away? sure, go as far as you can. catching a difficult prey is the most satisfying hunt.”

“i was normal, you know? you awoke something inside of me- you fucked me up.”

“i hunger for you, darling. your beauty, your presence; i need them like i need air.”

“perhaps you’re right in that i don’t love you, at least in the traditional sense. i’m obsessed with you- i need you, more strongly than the word love can imply.”

“you belong to me. i own you, body and soul.”

“... it hurts me to hear you say you hate me. i’ve gone so far for you- how can you do this to me?”

“aw, i know people warned you about me, baby. you ignored them- and look where you are now, huh?”

“shut up and do as i say. i don’t care how scared you are- feel free to blame it on my hormones or instincts, or whatever helps you feel less guilty.”

“i’ve been watching you for a while. i know your routine, your habits; i fell in love with how you act when you think nobody is looking.”

“i need to know if the love potion worked; say you love me, kiss me, show me affection.”

“hate me, fear me, think whatever you please. it doesn’t matter to me; you’ll do your thing and i’ll do what i want.”

“stop crying so much. it hurts me to see you sad, don’t you know?”

“oh, you’ve stopped fighting...? has the day come when you’ve finally understood how much i love you?”

“ah, it’s ok to be angry at me... kick me, yell at me...! i don’t care what you do, just being near you is heaven!”

“i’d do anything for you. and i mean it; the law means nothing if it’s something you ask of me.”

“ah... you punched me- that’s ok, too. i hope it bruises; i want a mark to remind me your lovely hands were on my skin.”

“did i get the potion dose wrong...? you’re slurring your words and you look hazed, but... well, the love potion is still working, i suppose.”

“i’ll be the only one you speak to and see. you’ll become hopelessly addicted to me, as i am with you.”

“i threw away all my morals for you; i don’t care if what i do is wrong anymore.”

“toxic relationship...? my, i think you’re a bit confused- i’m simply taking care of you, don’t you know?”

“don’t talk back to me like that- in fact, don’t talk at all unless i tell you to.”

“bow to me, love me, please- make me feel something, or i’ll make you suffer.”

#yandere x reader #yandere prompts #prompts #writing prompts #prompt list

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Third Time’s The Charm! Iceland Summer 2021 Trip Reflections

Though slightly different in feel and activities when compared to previous trips, this latest installment of Iceland travels was fun and productive in its own way.

When I helped plan this trip with Minh, because it was my third time to Iceland, it was important that I was able to visit and see places and do things that I hadn’t done before so that I could at least experience novel things, which can sometimes be difficult if you visit a country so many times. So it was a balancing act between letting others choose places they wanted to go, even if it meant that I had to revisit a ton of places, and choosing new places that I wanted to go. Of course, a lot of the places I asked to visit (because I had never visited them before) were time-consuming trips that led us to beautiful places located in difficult-to-get-to areas. And those characteristics made it slightly difficult to convince others on the trip that these places were worth the trouble. Or to convince myself that in our tight schedule, it would be worth it to spend a lot of time driving somewhere just to see one thing.

It’s always a little difficult (as I have learned more and more over the years traveling with my family) to travel the way you are used to traveling (i.e. solo or with only your partner) or want to travel when with others, especially your older parents, or with people who prioritize things that you don’t necessarily prioritize. These differences always lead to arguments or tempers, especially when people are tired or sleep deprived, especially for us on this trip. But at the end of the day, despite the messy mood in the car from time to time, Cynthia and the family genuinely enjoyed this trip to Iceland. Which, at the end of it all, is the most important thing.

And the success of our Iceland trip was really due to a few things.

Volcano chasing. Despite the unpredictability of erupting volcanoes and weather conditions in Iceland, we were fortunate enough to check off “active volcano eruption” from our life bucket lists. The biggest reason I decided to plan a trip to Iceland was to see the volcano. And luckily, not only were we able to see the eruption at Geldingadalsgos once, we were actually blessed with great conditions and were able to make it 2 for 2 in terms of successful trips to the erupting volcano. Not everyone who has attempted to see the erupting volcano/vent can say that.

Beautiful, non-rainy Icelandic weather. In Iceland, you can never predict the weather you’re going to get the next hour, the next day, throughout the next week. It’s always so unpredictable. And when the weather does turn sour, it turns horribly sour. Luckily for us, this trip was blessed with beautiful weather the entire 10 days we were there. We barely got even a sprinkle of rain on this trip. The wettest we probably got was at Dynjandi. And the windiest it got was our hike to the volcano on our first day. Otherwise, we were super lucky. It’s rare that you enjoy an Icelandic road trip with 80-90% of the time there filled with sunlight from the never-setting sun.

4WD and Waterfalls. The biggest difference between this trip and the two previous trips I took to Iceland was having a 4x4 car. Especially in the summer, having a 4x4 car in Iceland does wonders for travelers who are into nature and photography. Because we had a 4WD, we could drive comfortably and fast on gravel and dirt roads without feeling like our tires would die or we could mess something up. And because we had a 4WD, we could drive up mountain F roads and get to and see places that none of us had ever seen before, providing us, especially me and Minh, with brand new landscapes to view and capture. To be able to get off the main road and drive into the less-traveled interior of Iceland was amazing and something that I will do every time I go to Iceland going forward, weather and season permitting. And even though we didn’t get to see a ton in the highlands, the few things we did see were totally worth paying for 4WD!

Meeting up with friends in Iceland. On any international trip, it’s always awesome to be able to find time to meet with friends on your trip because it’s very rare that 1) you have friends in another country you can reach out to and meet up with and 2) you have friends from the States visiting somewhere at the same time as you are and whose itinerary intersects with yours, especially in a place like Iceland. For us, we were fortunate to not only meet up, eat with, and hike with our very good friends from Colorado, Maggie and Ben, but to also randomly run into Bryce Kam, a Stanford tennis class buddy, and his wife Ruby in the streets of Reykjavik. On top of that, despite a loaded schedule, we were able to successfully meet up with three groups of local Icelandic friends that I had kept in touch with over the years. Thorsteinn and Thordis. Sveinn and Kristin. And Kristin. It’s hard enough to find time in people’s busy schedules to meet up. But when you’re on a tight schedule yourself, it speaks volumes to how great your friends are when they make time to see you. So very thankful for my friends in Iceland and all over the globe who are always willing and excited to meet up when I visit!

Lodging Options. For the most part, we had great and comfortable relatively budget-friendly lodging options while in Iceland. Though we moved from place to place pretty frequently, we were able to enjoy ourselves in relatively comfortable AirBnBs, cabins, guesthouses, hotels, and suites at every stop along the way. And not only were the rooms comfortable, but the non-AirBnBs served great breakfasts. And the AirBnBs were conveniently located for downtown city explorations.

Traveling with Money. Traveling with money makes a huge difference in how comfortable you are on a trip and, sometimes, how much fun you can have on a vacation. And we definitely had fun while being relatively comfortable on this trip. Because this was the first time the now-fully-employed little kiddos planned and spent money on a family trip. With a financial cushion, we paid a little more to stay at nicer places. We ate nicer meals without feeling like we had to cut corners and be cheap to save money. We rented a 4x4 automatic midsize SUV, which is much more expensive than the regular cars we usually rent, which allowed us the opportunity to see new areas. And Cynthia and I were able to do an impromptu horseback riding trip without feeling like we were breaking the bank and emptying our wallets. And compared to how I traveled to Iceland as a poor pre-med student in 2013, this experience was totally different because of the financial flexibility that I earned for my hard work over all of these years.

Of course, with all the good parts of the trip listed above, there were aspects of the trip that I wish had been a bit better. I wish the lighting, the skies, and the overall photography conditions were better. Even though you have almost 24 hours of sunlight, sometimes, that’s not necessarily a good thing for trip-limited landscape photography. I wish the eruption in Geldingadalir and Fagradalsfjall was crazier with cool-looking lava waterfalls and lava streams and lava spews the two times we went so that my photographs would have turned out awesome-r. But unfortunately, it only started getting really cool about a week after we left, with the volcano now way more active (in spurts) and now overflowing with lava rivers and lava waterfalls carving their way through the dark landscape and dark nights. I wish we had maybe 5 to 7 more days in Iceland. If we did, we could have slowed things down and spaced out our driving a little more so that we didn’t feel like we were driving most of the day. With more time, we would’ve been able to sleep in on more days. With more time, we would’ve been able to fit in some of the sights that we skipped due to time constraints (though part of the trip’s time constraints was due to something we couldn’t have predicted or planned for). And with more time, we would’ve been able to spend more time in Reykjavik soaking up the city life and meeting up with friends without having to stuff it all into a 24-hour period.

But at the end of the day, we made the most of our trip, saw spectacular things, had fun with the family and with friends, and made it home safely. You can’t really ask for anything more than that when going on a slightly last-minute trip during the COVID pandemic with older parents and with Cynthia working remotely and making a huge trip out of the original idea of solo volcano hunting. Nothing is perfect but at least we all had a great time and came home with great memories and photos to share!

And to end my trip reflection, just a quick word/phrase dump of things that I’ll remember most from Iceland v3:

Erupting Volcano/Vent With No Name. Geldingadalir. Fagradalsfjall. Highland Waterfalls. Zooming with 4WD. Midnight Sun. Gravel Roads. Cynthia Half-Days. Colorful Puffins. Chasing Waterfalls. Short and Stubby Horses. Sunrise and Sunset. Friends. 2021 Kia Sportage. Myvatn. Friendly Locals. Good Food. Homecooking. Restaurants. Sleep Deprivation. Engagement Photos. Third Time. Fjords. F Roads. Right Heel Pain. Photos Galore. Midnight Volcano Hike. COVID-19. Mom and Icelandic Names. Windy. Lupines. Hikes. Free Delicious Breakfasts. Trip Delay. Pandemic Travels.

Trip Superlatives

Best Waterfalls:

1. Haifoss

2. Sigöldugljúfur

3. Dynjandi

4. Svartifoss

5. Hrafnabjargafoss

6. Aldeyjarfoss

7. Kirkjufellsfoss

8. Skogafoss

9. Seljalandsfoss

10. Goðafoss

Best Photo Opps:

1. The Geldingadalsgos Eruption

2. The Colorful Puffins at Borgarfjörður eystri

3. The Icelandic Wildflowers Everywhere

4. Vestrahorn at Sunrise

5. The South Highland Waterfalls (Haifoss and Sigöldugljúfur)

Most Incredible Views:

1. The Geldingadalsgos Eruption

2. The Lupine Fields in South Iceland

3. The Colorful Puffins at Borgarfjörður eystri

4. Dynjandi Waterfall and Cascade

5. The South Highland Waterfalls (Haifoss and Sigöldugljúfur)

6. Fjord Views in the East Fjords

7. Sunset/Sunrise Skies

Best Hike:

1. Erupting Volcano/Vent-Viewing Hike at Geldingadalsgos

2. Dynjandi Waterfall Hike in the Westfjords

3. Svartifoss Hike at Skaftafell in Vatnajokull National Park

Most Underwhelming Sights:

1. Asbyrgi Canyon

2. Aldeyjarfoss

3. Vestrahorn at Sunset

Best Accommodation:

1. Sel Hotel Myvatn in Myvatn

2. Our AirBnBs in Akureyri and Reykjavik

3. Black Beach Suites Outside of Vik

Best Homemade Meals:

1. Huy’s Icelandic Hot Dogs for Lunch

2. Modge Podge Leftovers Mi Xao for Dinner

3. Hot Sausage/Egg/Bread for Breakfast

Best Restaurant Meal:

1. Lunch at Salka in Husavik

2. Dinner at The Restaurant at Sel Hotel Myvatn in Myvatn

3. Dinner at Strondin Pub in Vik

Best Accommodation Breakfast:

1. Breakfast Spread at Sel-Hotel Myvatn in Myvatn

2. Breakfast Spread at Malarhorn Guesthouse

3. Breakfast at Guesthouse Nypugardar

Best Dessert/Bakery:

1. Pastries at Sandholt Reykjavik on Laugavegar in Reykjavik

2. Soft-Serve Ice Cream at Ísbúðin Akureyri

3. Orange Cheesecake from Blaa Kannan Cafe in Akureyri

4. Pastries from Kristjan’s Bakari in Akureyri

Best Road Trip Snack:

1. Savory Snacks (Chips, Chex Mix)

2. Fruit Snacks

3. Pastries and Baked Goods

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idga-buck · 4 years

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use somebody || eight

pairing: harry x plus-size!reader

word count: 2,000

warnings: swearing

summary: the morning after, wink

challenge: @baezen‘s the Other Guys Writing Challenge

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Harry woke the next morning to the sight of your back turned toward him, sleeping half on your stomach while clutching a pillow. Your hair was a mess, but he didn’t hesitate to brush some of it away, making room for his fingers to slide up the back of your neck. It was just enough movement for you to stir, turning to face him without opening your eyes.

“Good Morning, sunshine,” he whispered, shuffling his body across the mattress until you were close enough to hold. You responded, not with words, but by throwing one of your arms around his back, fingers immediately finding the hem of his t shirt to slip under. Your palm was a welcome warmth against bare skin. He smiled to himself and leaned in to press his lips between your eyebrows, chuckling to himself when they furrowed and tickled his nose. He hadn’t planned to fall back asleep, but with your fingers making tight little circles against his back and your breath warming his chin, the boy was out cold again in a matter of minutes.

Harry failed to savor the feeling of waking up next to someone, without the stink of regret or confusion spoiling the sweetness. So he wasn’t surprised to find himself alone in bed when he woke the second time that morning. When wandered out of your bedroom, he found you sitting cross legged on the couch in front of him, shorts riding up your thighs to reveal light dimples that would look better with his fingers digging into them as he-

“Hey, hey,” you called out, pulling from what was about to become a very saucy daydream. Fuck. He was a man with his fair share of morning wood experiences, but this level of fantasizing this early in the day was new. He tilted his chin up in a silent greeting and ambled over to join you, falling into you and the thick brown cushions like a rag doll. You fought the intrusion momentarily, but soon gave in and Harry sunk deeper into an unexpected comfort as his head landed against your thigh.

“You gonna run away to work again?” He asked casually, taking his time to get comfortable with one of his leg thrown over the back of the couch, the other bent at the knee with his foot on the floor.

“Comfy?” You looked down at him in an easily dissolved annoyance. He shifted once, mm twice more, before giving you a sarcastic thumbs up and folding his hands on his chest, head tilted back at an almost uncomfortable angle to smile up at you. You rolled your eyes, but answered him anyway. “No, not this time. I actually have the weekend off.” Harry’s face must have lit up like a child’s. The next thing he knew, you were laughing and he was launching himself off the sofa. “So now you’re leaving?” You called out after him as he made his way back into your bedroom.

“Yep,” he answered, spinning in his socks to find you up and following him around the corner. “But you’re coming too.”

“Am I?”

Harry was already pulling his jeans back on when you entered the room. Without him answering, you walked right through the bathroom and into the large closet on the other side, presumably to join him in the land of the clothed. When he was dressed, he started toward the bathroom before thinking better of it. He’d made himself quite comfortable in your presence already, but watching you get dressed for the day felt like skipping a few steps. Even if you hadn’t turned down any of his affection yet. At least not yet that day. You had the first time you slept together, but something felt different about last night. Harry didn’t spend too much time thinking about it, solely focused on making sure it happened again. Soon.

“Yeah,” he projected from his seat on the bed. Boy that felt familiar, but also brand new. “I gotta place near here, best burritos you’ve ever had in your life.” His promise echoed through the bathroom and soon you emerged, half dressed and looking at him like a mad man.

“You’re taking me out?”

Harry shrugged. “I’m hungry and I owe you a meal, maybe a couple.”

“You don’t owe me anythi-“

“Fine,” he stood and crossed the room, stopping in front of you with his hands on your arms. “I want to take you out. Is that okay with you?” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so bold with a woman, but really is it bold when you’ve been dancing around each other for as long as you had?

You pondered the question for longer than he expected, but the second his grin started to wither in worry, your smile returned and brought his back to life. “Fine, I’d like that-“

“Great!”

“But I have to burst your bubble.” Harry frowned and gave you a hard look. “Wherever you think we’re going, I know a place with better burritos.”

“No way, José,” he said in an accent so awkward he physically cringed. “Besides, you don’t know where we’re going, it might be the same place.”

You looked at the shoes on his feet and shook your head. “We’re definitely not talking about the same place.” Without another word, you slipped by, leaving him alone in your bedroom and so so confused.

Harry found you standing in your kitchen, feet still bare as you stood halfway between the island and the refrigerator, shuffling ingredients from one hand to the other. He looked around the airy space, almost entirely white yet still homey and welcoming. “There is no way you cook in here.”

“Who do you think does it, then?” Your smile is real and it’s taunting him and Harry finds himself fresh out of clever quips, so he slides a wicker top stool to the other side of the island and makes himself comfortable. You work so efficiently, he has no room to argue with you.

“Okay,” you turn to face him with a serious expression that makes him straighten in his seat. “I have to warn you, it’s so good, that you’ll probably fall in love with me.” His laughter carried across the counter. “I mean it,” you were trying not to smile, but it wasn’t working. “-but try to remember, Harry... it’s just your stomach, not your heart, okay?”

Clearly you are very comfortable in the kitchen, but it goes beyond that. Knife skills he’s only seen on tv, the blade rocking expertly over the thick butcher block as you feed green onions and red peppers under every quick pass with your fingers tucked for safety. When you ask if he wants breakfast or lunch and he says both, he stands to watch up close as you crack eggs into a bright green mixing bowl with one hand. Chopsticks are in the second drawer to his left, or so you tell him, gesturing with your elbow as you pull cheese and butter from the fridge. Harry is your beautiful assistant as you perform culinary magic on the gas burner. It clicks to life with a blue glow and the vegetables smell like heaven and you’re using the chopsticks to beat the eggs into the smallest fluffiest curd he’s ever seen and his hands are meeting yours on a plate to wrap a wide tortilla around everything that’s sliding out of your pan. You won’t let him eat until there’s a handsome pour of salsa over the dish and you’ve grated more cheese directly onto it. He doesn’t even see where you pull fresh parsley from, but he can smell it as your fingers tear leaves from stem in a garnish that shouldn’t look so at home on something as simple as a breakfast burrito. You spin the squared off plate on the counter and it stops in front of him. Again. Magic.

“I can’t eat this with my hands though,” he complains half heartedly and your eyes roll so hard he wonders how many of his jokes he can risk before your eyes are stuck in the back of your head. Without a word, the beautiful plate before him slides away and another appears with a jar of label free salsa on the side. “Much better.”

Harry joins you at the round dining table halfway between your kitchen and living room and dammit it all if you weren’t right. It’s the best burrito he’s ever had in his life, but with eggs and cheese, adding a gooeyness so decadent and delicious he doesn’t even notice the lack of meat. He doesn’t bother trying to mask his moans and feels little shame over palming his breakfast, stretching his neck out over the table so any droppings land on his plate instead of his lap. You don’t seem put off by it and even reach across to wipe something from higher on his cheek than the food should have been able to reach.

You’re a chef, he finally knows what you do for a living and it all comes together. How picky you were over Darius’ kitchen, how comfortable you were in your own. Even the connections you had at Taix, it fits. Harry isn’t pleased that it’s taken him this long to ask, but the big reveal is so delicious he quickly decides he doesn’t care. You laugh when he applauds your performance and you admit that it’s not always like that. In a kitchen, you don’t have time to plate or play, someone else does that and lately, you haven’t had an audience at all. He asks if you were showing off a bit and you don’t have to say anything for him to know it’s true. The suddenly meek way you look away from him is enough. It’s not what he’s come to expect from you, but he likes this part too. He can’t tell if it’s because you like him or because you love what you do. Maybe both. He hopes for both.

It’s probably rude, definitely tacky, but he’s already been naked for you, so he doesn’t think asking about the money is really off limits, but you stiffen slightly before answering. The answer is comfortable, like you’re happy to talk about it, but something is off. Maybe the way he asked?

“I’ve worked in… shit a lot of your big kitchens in town, under a lot of big names, talented guys. I appreciate it,” you said softly and he almost believed you. “But you don’t make anything for yourself when someone else’s name is on your coat, you know? It’ll always be Wolfgang Puck’s food, but they were my hands.” Oh, wow. You weren’t kidding about the big names. “So I left the commercial business a couple years ago.” Harry asked you to go on and learned that you were a personal chef. Obviously making great money and feeding some of LA’s pickiest eaters without all the flash. You took meetings with their fancy nutritionists, spiritualists, whoever, made up their meal plans, prepped dishes for them every week, and ran a whole business out of your own home. Very clearly out of his league.

“Anyone I know?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows and running his hip into yours as you loaded the dishwasher.

“I can’t tell you that,” you checked him back before bending slightly to add detergent. Harry dried his hands on a towel that he tossed lazily onto the counter before stepping up behind you. Your little jump at the surprise only pushed your ass into him and made him groan. Hands on your hips and back, Harry leaned over you, letting you feel all of him on your back. “Harry…”

“What?” He asked innocently, straightening himself out to follow your lead, but without fully removing himself from your body. His lips were on the side of your face, hands rubbing everything he could reach and despite the warning tone you used with him, he felt you leaning back into him, felt your fingers dig into his legs.

“Don’t you have to go soon?” You asked, but it was a breathless question as you guided one of his hands under your shirt to your chest. No bra this time and Harry fell forward, catching himself on your counter with his other hand to trap you between him and the white cupboard, squeezing and playing and letting the sounds of your quiet sigh spur him on.

“What if I want to stay?” He asked into your shoulder and you turned to face him, his hand still in place up the front of your shirt, mouth now hovering over yours.

“Then stay.”

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delicioussshame · 4 years

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This was supposed to have two parts, but nope, still not over, so have more bodyguard/sugar daddy AU.

Shen Yuan had just survived the incredibly uncomfortable event that was his parents’ New Year party, itself having been preceded by the annual family reunion dinner, where they had all pretended nothing was amiss and no one was missing, when he was confronted with his newest hurdle: are you supposed to take your sugar baby out for Valentine’s Day?

Huh, yes. If you’re faking it, you’re faking it. That sweet thing you tricked into sleeping with you will be expecting a nice dinner, and, I don’t know, flowers and shit. Get him some fancy chocolate, he’s probably into that.

But it’s not like we’re really dating? It feels like I’m making a mockery of real people’s romances.

Because you’re participating in a foreign practise bathed in capitalism? There’s nothing to respect there. Spoil your boy before he goes looking for someone nicer. Wouldn’t be hard.

Hey! You of all people have no right to mock my romantic life. When was the last time you got some?

Bro! I’m trying to be supportive of your unhealthy mess of a pseudo-relationship! The least you could do is not kick me in the groin in my time of woe! You know I’m gonna spend that night with my computer.

Again.

Asshole. Some of us can’t afford to pay fit hot guys for sex.

It’s all a question of priorities.

Like eating.

Shen Yuan winces, and resolves to wire Cucumber-bro some money. It’s not his fault his trashy stallion novels haven’t caught on yet. It’ll happen someday. He’s not notably worse than his contemporaries, and Shen Yuan knows what he’s talking about.

Anyway, you can just ask him. That’s a thing people can do, ask their significant other what they want to do.

Huh. I didn’t think about that.

It’s gonna be a bit awkward to actually make plans, but that’s the best way. If Luo Binghe doesn’t want to spend the night pretending he cares for Shen Yuan, he can just say he doesn’t celebrate it or something, and they’ll spend the day like they do every day. And if he wants to go out, Shen Yuan will (urgently) get a reservation somewhere nice, possibly with a hotel adjoined.

Of course you didn’t. Come on, your boy toy is waiting.

“Binghe?”

“Yes?”

Here he goes. So what if he never actually asked Luo Binghe out and instead just expected him to follow along? They’ve been going on dates for months. It’s just more of the same. He’s just asking for input this time. “Do you want to do something for Valentine’s Day? It’s fine if you don’t, we don’t have to do anything, we can just stay home…”

Luo Binghe lights up, so Shen Yuan probably didn’t mess up too badly. “Actually, can we stay here? I would love to cook for you myself, if you don’t mind.”

…That’s fine, isn’t it? “We can do that.” Shen Yuan won’t have to pull strings to get a decent reservation this late.

But shit, he’s going to have to get Luo Binghe something, won’t he? If they celebrate, and Luo Binghe is preparing something special, Shen Yuan is going to have to meet expectations.

Fuuuuuck.

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Luo Binghe’s food is delicious, of course. He can’t even say it’s better than usual because it’s always flawless. He would just enjoy it more if he wasn’t nervous.

It’s just… It’s a lot. What can you buy for someone you’re always buying things for? It must be special, because if not Luo Binghe will be disappointed. He must be looking forward to it, having prettied the place like he did.

Shen Yuan tried, but huh… it really is a lot.

Hopefully Luo Binghe won’t freak out.

“This is for you.”

Shen Yuan is thrown by surprise by the (perfectly wrapped) gift Luo Binghe slides over to him. Isn’t it Shen Yuan’s role to give gifts? Luo Binghe already cooked, why is he giving him stuff?

Shen Yuan opens the box gingerly, wondering if Luo Binghe bought him sex toys. Seems appropriate. Maybe it would explain the light flush on Luo Binghe’s cheeks.

…It’s not sex toys. It’s a book. A physical copy of Shen Yuan’s favorite web novel, with what appears to be a cover Luo Binghe must have commissioned from one of Shen Yuan’s most preferred artists, and yes, it’s signed with the author’s pen name.

If Shen Yuan had any delusion left that Luo Binghe didn’t know about every aspect of his life, he might have been embarrassed.

He doesn’t, so he’s just flabbergasted Luo Binghe 1) went through that much effort for him, and 2) is still willing to sleep with him despite being aware of Shen Yuan’s major character flaws. Shen Yuan must have done something really good in another life to deserve him.

…The book is the most beautiful thing he has ever possessed. It is possible Shen Yuan will insist on being buried with it. He turns the pages mindlessly, mouthing along his favorite passages. “…This author is a famous recluse. How did you even manage that?”

Luo Binghe smiles blindingly. “I have my ways.”

…Better not to insist. Shen Yuan closes the book and presses it to his chest. “Thank you. You didn’t have to. I’ll cherish it.” He’s going to have to make space in his best display cabinet, but that’s fine. He can just put that other book in the one beside the window, and that figurine on his desk instead, and…

He’ll just get another cabinet. He’ll be able to soon anyway.

Shen Yuan hands Luo Binghe a card. “Here, from me. You can pick whichever you like, or get something else.”

Luo Binghe opens the card. Inside are pictures of apartments Shen Yuan’s realtor sent him. “My place is small, right? I didn’t pick it for someone beside myself, so if we move you can have a bigger room, and a nicer kitchen and a gym within the building, but I bet you’d prefer we have one in the house itself for security reasons, right? If those don’t work, we can always talk about it with my realtor, give her your criteria and she’ll find something to your tastes. My parents always thought here was too small anyway. Money is no object, so don’t mind that, just-“

Luo Binghe kisses him silent.

…Shen Yuan must have done something right then? Go him! He knew his place was too small!

Luo Binghe hugs Shen Yuan to his (very firm) chest and pulls his head into his neck.

When he speaks, there are sobs in his voice. “Let’s make it our home, okay? God, I love you so much.”

…What!?

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The last time Shen Yuan moved, it wasn’t anywhere near this hard. He called his realtor, she picked something fitting, he hired an interior designer who recommended movers, painters and other handymen until it was ready for him to move in.

This time, there are a lot more factors to consider. It turns out Luo Binghe has a lot of opinions about where they should live, included, but not limited to, the floor, the direction of the sun, the security of the building, the security of the neighborhood, the proximity of the surrounding facilities, the identities of the neighbors, the size of each room, the number of bathrooms, the noise level, the quality of the air, etc.

It. never. ends.

Luo Binghe also insists on getting Shen Yuan’s opinions on each and every of these things. Shen Yuan tells him he couldn’t care less, but then Luo Binghe starts crying and tells him he wants everything to be perfect for them both since it’s going to be their home, and Shen Yuan fold and just tells him whatever he thinks Luo Binghe wants to hear since he really doesn’t care. If Luo Binghe is happy, Shen Yuan is happy.

…Maybe Shen Yuan being such a doormat is why Luo Binghe gets too emotional. Honestly, Shen Yuan finds that hard to deal with. He knows where he stands, okay? He knows Luo Binghe doesn’t love him. He’s just a decent actor who is pleased with his current situation. Shen Yuan is a good sugar daddy. No one could complain with a sugar daddy that lets you pick real estate, right? Luo Binghe is just trying to give as good as he gets.

Still, it’s difficult not to react when someone like Luo Binghe claims to love you. Shen Yuan’s heart skips a beat each time.

A lesser man would be tricked.

Good thing Shen Yuan isn’t one of those.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #BingQiu #bodyguard/sugar daddy AU

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(all I wanna do) is grow old with you

A probably-too-long Peraltiago soulmate AU where your body stops ageing until you’ve met the one you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with. Inspired by this post, and encouraged by @fezzle because her mind is amazing and we both fell down the rabbit hole on this one 😅

You can find the rest on AO3, because it’s waay too long to post on Tumblr. 🍕

(all I wanna do) is grow old with you

Amy’s breath fogs up the glass of the mirror she’s facing as she lets out a heavy sigh, eyes taking one more scrutinising look over her appearance. Same olive coloured skin, same dark brown hair. Same smile, same shrug of her shoulders. Once again, nothing had changed.

She had been five years old when her mother had explained the Rule of Life as they knew it - that once you reached your 30th birthday, your body simply stopped ageing, and the only way to kick it back into gear, was to meet your soulmate.

To a young and idealistic Amy, it had seemed like the Ultimate Romantic Notion - that you couldn’t possibly grow old until you’d found the right person to grow old with. And in her early twenties, when appearances and vanities paid more value than they should, she had been in no hurry to find The One. Until she’d reached her Age Limit of 30, and realised that beauty lay within those who had found their other half. Wrinkles and streaks of grey in heads of hair were enviable, not feared. The lucky ones would walk the streets with pride, unable to bridle their joy as they gripped their partner’s hand with their own.

Watching her family and friends grow older while she remained stagnant never seemed to get easier for Amy. Standing in the sidelines as the next phase of their life would begin, she couldn’t deny that it stung a little when her youngest of brothers, Luis, had salt and pepper flecks of colour in his previously jet black hair at the last Santiago family gathering. Or that her best friend Kylie now tried her best to conceal the crows feet that had begun to appear around her eyes, sunglasses framing her face whenever she and Amy met up for lunch.

Try as they might to hide the changes in their appearance - which she knew was out of love for her, to not rub in that they had found what she hadn’t - the only thing that the people surrounding her couldn’t conceal was the overwhelming exuberance that radiated from each and every one of them. That sense of completion - the elation that finally, the rest of their life can begin.

Amy turns her head in profile one last time, a discerning eye tracing her hairline before giving up with a shake of her head. Last night she had been on a date with a man named Gabe (a match from an online dating app that she’s definitely going to delete), and at the end of the night she honestly had felt as though things could be … kind of promising. He was handsome, with similar interests to her, and while he spoke about investment banking maybe a little more than Amy would have liked, he certainly seemed like a worthy option when it came to her soulmate. And so, with the freshly risen daylight’s sunbeams streaking through the windows of her apartment, and her alarm buzzing incessantly beside her, Amy had jumped out of bed, making a beeline for the mirror.

However, it would appear Gabe was not a match. Her appearance had not changed in the slightest. And today was just going to be another day, like all the others, without Amy knowing her soulmate.

She gets ready for work with the clocklike precision that only a life uninterrupted can bring, casting one last downcast glance at her reflection as she turns to leave. Perhaps the universe had a point - Gabe was definitely not the one for her. But … he had to be out there, somewhere.

It’s another ten hours before Amy is shuffling into her apartment again, finally home after what can only be described as a less than mediocre day.

As a detective for the 99th precinct, she and her partner Rosa had developed a finely tuned friendship that had resulted in an impressively high arrest rate. And today, they had been given the case of a jewellery store robbery - a robbery that had unfortunately turned rather high profile, as one of Brooklyn’s most well known residents, a celebrity chef named Cadi Nicholls, had been robbed in broad daylight, from the inside of a jewellery store.

Ms Nicholls had, despite several requests from various officers, been overly vocal about her ‘traumatic’ experience on social media, and in an effort to have the case closed before things turned ridiculous, Captain Holt had put his best two detectives on the case.

They had been so confident they would catch the thief. Until they watched the security footage.

The perp appeared as if from nowhere, sliding Nicholls' diamond tennis bracelet right off her wrist without her even knowing, before yanking the sapphire ring she had just purchased out of her hand and running like hell.

Frustratingly (or conveniently, depending on who’s perspective you looked at it from), the security cameras outside had been out of order for days leading up to the robbery, so when it came to the getaway car the two women had absolutely no clues.

Instead, they had spent the entire day interviewing countless witnesses, knocking on apartment door after apartment door until they tracked them all down. All of which felt like a reprieve after finally escaping their interview with the chef herself; an hour long ordeal that she had insisted on live-streaming to her ‘concerned followers’.

By late afternoon they had returned to the precinct, feet throbbing in protest, spreading out the case file over Amy’s desk as they re-examined all of the information. The witness statements had been vague at best, and until they found a different camera that might have caught the getaway car they were officially out of leads.

Exhausted, she had been on her way to Rosa’s desk to see if her partner wanted to get a drink of commiseration after their shift ended, when she noticed something that stopped her in her tracks. Rosa Diaz was not a vain woman by any means, but right at that moment she had ducked her head down on the monitor, carefully shifting the strands of her hair into a specific position. And as she moved them into place, Amy saw what Rosa had been trying to hide.

She had greys. Only a few, and still ashy enough that it wasn’t immediately noticeable.

But she had greys. Which meant that she was ageing. Which also meant that she had found her soulmate.

Her partner had looked up, eyes turning apologetic as she noticed Amy watching her, and began to explain. “Her name is Jocelyn. I didn’t expect to - ” Amy raised her hand, halting the conversation as she plastered a smile onto her face.

“It’s fine, Rosa. Great, actually. I’m really happy for you.”

And she was happy. Honestly. Detective Diaz was a hard nut to crack, but underneath the leather-bound exterior was a kind, caring soul who genuinely deserved the best. And obviously, this Jocelyn was it for her. So Amy was happy for her partner.

And also a little bit jealous. Kinda defeated. And almost certain that her soulmate simply didn’t exist.

But mainly, happy.

Now that she is home, Amy dumps her bag onto its respective hook, kicking off her shoes near the doorway and shedding her blazer before heading towards the kitchen. She’s desperate for a glass of wine to take the edge off her less than average day, and had a Bordeaux stashed away in her cupboard laying in wait for the night that she could finally raise a toast to the person she is meant to spend the rest of her life with. Clearly, that was never going to happen to her (and tonight was as good a night as any to enjoy a glass of red), and once she finally yanks out the cork with her cheap corkscrew, she abandons the tool on the counter, sauntering over to her couch with the bottle in one, and a glass in the other.

Less than an hour later, Amy has changed into her cosiest clothes and is perched on the couch, tipping the bottle upside down and frowning as no more wine seems to come out.

Damnit. Somebody’s been drinking my wine. She cranes her neck, surveying the room with narrowed eyes as she searches for suspects, only to come up dry.

Clearly, the perp has already fled the scene.

Her stomach growls as it protests at the lack of food - and abundance of wine - it had been given. With only a slightly steady hand, Amy pulls out her phone from it’s position amongst the couch cushions, opening up a webpage to search for delicious food near me + quick delivery. She had only moved into this apartment three months ago, after saving her hard earned money for far too long, and was still slightly unfamiliar (and yes, perhaps a little too drunk) to know what takeout options were nearby.

The swirling symbol of a loading webpage disappears in a blink, the flashing logo of Sal’s Pizza taking its place. She nods enthusiastically, because pizza is great and she doesn’t eat it enough, scrolling her way through the options before settling on the perfect combination and adding to cart.

When this story gets told in the years to come, Amy will blame the empty bottle of wine for making her do this, but in the comment section of the order, she remembers a meme that her niece had recently shown her and types: send your cutest delivery boy. Giggling loudly, she presses send before another thought could be made, and as the digital countdown comes onto her screen she stumbles into the kitchen, in search of another bottle.

Jake Peralta rolls his shoulders against the stainless steel panels attached to the kitchen wall, legs feeling heavy as they dangle off the counter he’s perched on.

It was nearly at the end of his shift at Sal’s Pizza, and the later hours of the evening always seemed to drag, but he’s thankful for a moment of peace.

Sharing the delivery role with two other guys that he only knew as Scully and Hitchcock, he had spent the better part of the dinner rush covering their jobs as well as his own, both men claiming that they had gotten lost in the supposedly complicated streets of Brooklyn before returning to the restaurant several hours later, the pizza sauce stains still obvious on their chins. Jake’s responding eye roll had been poorly concealed, and he had retreated to the familiar company of his buddy Charles, the chef, in the kitchen before he ended up saying something regretful.

That in itself had turned out to be a risky move, having to instead listen to Charles talk on and on (and on) about his recently discovered soulmate, Genevieve.

And he’s happy for his best friend - really, he is. But every single mention of their chance encounter, sparked by mixing up their specially ordered local delicacies at their nearby deli (his octopus ring pâté, hers rare eyeball soup, both horrifying) was just another reminder that Jake himself was no step closer to finding his. Not that he’s even sure he wants to find his, but … still.

(Also, he was one more TMI conversation about their subsequent love making from taking the handle of both spatulas in the utensil jar and jamming them into his ears.)

The computer in the corner lets out an obnoxious ding! as an online order comes through, the attached printer grunting as it spits out a faded version for the chef. Jake shuffles along the counter, butt squeaking against the steel as he rips the paper free, sneakers hitting the tiled floor with a slap as he slides it into place. “Chet’s up, Charles.”

“It’s a chit, Jake.” Charles looks up from his position on the counter opposite, hands concealed as he kneads out a heavy pile of dough. “Do me a favour, read it out for me? I’m a little tied up here. Not as much as Genevieve was tied up last night, but still - ”

“One large deep pan, extra cheese, extra salsa!” Jake cries out quickly, desperate to drown out the sound of whatever Charles was about to describe. His friend nods in response, dusting off the extra flour from his hands as he heads over to another bench, the process of putting together a Sals Pizza so familiar it has become second nature.

He glances back up at Jake, right hand mixing in the hot sauce. “Any special requests on it?”

Right. The special requests option, a relatively new addition, had been the catalyst for some truly strange demands. After the horrifying command last week for the delivery boy to sing out the ingredients like a show tune upon arrival, Jake had been doing his best to avoid ‘special requests’ altogether. With a hesitant glance, he narrows his eyes at the bottom of the receipt before letting out a laugh. “Charles my good man, I believe I have been summoned.”

“Huh?”

Jake pulls the receipt off it’s holder with a flick of his wrist, brandishing it high in the air as he turns towards his friend with a smile. “Says so right here. Send your cutest delivery boy. Clearly, that’s me. I’m adorable.”

His friend gasps, spinning around to read the chit himself before turning to Jake in glee. “Jakey! This isn’t just any order. This is fate!”

Tipping his head to the side, Jake scratches the side of his cheek as he studies Charles’ reaction. “Fate has come in the form of a deep pan pizza? Honestly, I’m not surprised … but I think I always imagined it would be meat supreme?”

Charles’ hands freeze on top of the pie, a few shards of grated cheese slipping from his fingers as he shakes his head at Jake. “No, silly. The person who’s ordered the pizza is your fate. Not the pizza itself. Your soulmate is on the other end of this delivery. I’m sure of it.”

“Oh come on. That’s ridiculous. You don’t even know if this is for a person, or a company, or even some kind of robot that’s managed to gain sentience ..”

The chef’s head appears suddenly over Jake’s shoulder, peering at the details printed along the bottom of the receipt before giving him a solid side-eye. “Says right here, Amy Santiago. Sounds like a pretty great name for a soulmate, if you ask me.”

Rolling his eyes, Jake walks towards the oven, picking up the pizza peel from it’s holding place and lifting the next order into the grill. “I keep telling you, Charles. Not everybody is going to end up with their soulmate. The whole thing is flawed. It didn’t exactly work out for my parents, did it?”

“You’ve just gotta have faith, Jake! The universe has greater plans than you or I could ever imagine, and sometimes you just have to let the signs guide the way.” Charles countered, ripping the receipt from the order holder and shoving it into Jake’s shirt pocket, pointing towards the oven once his hand is free. “Order will be up in eight minutes, Mr. Cutest Delivery Boy. Don’t be late, destiny is waiting.”

It’s close to twenty minutes later before Jake is standing in the hallway of an unfamiliar apartment building, double checking the address on the receipt before raising his hand to knock (people are very willing to accept pizza when it is delivered, even if they haven’t ordered any - a fact he had to learn the hard way). The pizza box in his hand keeps sending wafts of deliciousness in his direction, reminding himself that he’d unintentionally skipped dinner this evening, and he makes a deal with his stomach to fill up after this delivery.

There’s a muffled sound of the Jeopardy theme song playing through the doorway when Jake knocks, and he hears the clank of glass against a surface before the door begins to swing open. Twenty bucks says this is some nerdy professor, Jake thinks to himself, drawing on his biggest smile, ready to play the role of Cutest Delivery Boy to a tee.

And then, his heart stops in his chest.

The woman that answers the door is crazy beautiful. Beautifully warm toned skin with the most expressive eyes, her dark hair scraping her shoulders as she opens the door a little wider.

“Heyyyyy, the pizza guy is here!” The mystery woman smiles, leaning heavily against her doorframe as she gasps, pointing. “And he brought PIZZA!”

If this was what nerdy professors looked like, I DEFINITELY would have paid more attention in class, Jake thinks to himself as he continues to smile, handing over the pizza to the woman’s outstretched hands. “One deep pan, extra cheese, extra salsa.” His voice switches into automatic pilot, reciting the line that had been forced into his memory, hands landing on his hips in the signature pose as he forces a too-wide smile onto his face. “I hope we managed to fulfil your special request, ma’am, and it’s a good evening now that you’ve got a Sal’s Pizza.”

Her dark eyes blink dazedly for a moment before a deep blush rushes over her cheeks. “Oh right, my uh … special request.” They travel down Jake’s frame before heading upwards again, holding his gaze until she bites her lip. “Yeah, I’d say you did, Pizza Guy.”

Now it’s Jake’s turn to blush, sweaty hands dropping from his waist and dangling uselessly by his side. He’s always been a connoisseur of the Art of Flirtation, but tonight he finds himself more than a little tongue tied. Inconveniently, Charles’ voice creeps into Jake’s mind. Your soulmate is on the other end of this delivery. She giggles at his obviously embarrassed reaction, shoulders bouncing as a squeaky hiccup escapes.

Shuffling his feet, Jake’s brain switches into overdrive as he frantically tries to think of the perfect pickup line to make, but before anything incredible can be formed he begins to really take in his client’s appearance. Her glazed over eyes, the vice like grip of her hand on the doorframe …. “Uhh, I’m always up for a bit of flattery, but … I think you might be a little intoxicated. Do you know how much you’ve had to drink?” he asks, brows furrowing slightly as he watches the woman sway.

She shrugs, turning the movement into a dorky little side-to-side boogie as the ads begin playing on the TV in the background, an annoyingly catchy song about paper towels taking centre stage. “Only a couple of glasses.”

Jake looks past her, taking in the incriminating evidence of two empty wine bottles sitting on the table next to the couch. “Just a couple, huh?”

She follows his gaze, swinging her head back to him as a giggle escapes. “Well, I mean … the bottles are made of glass, right?”

He can’t help but laugh, nodding at her observation. “Yes. Yes, they are.”

“See?” She laughs along with him, holding onto the pizza box with one hand as she begins stepping backwards, moving her feet into what he thinks is an attempt at the moonwalk. Her feet, which may actually both be left, are dangerously close to tripping over each other, and just as he reaches out a hand in warning the two lefts connect - pizza box flying out of her hands as her arms begin to flail about, desperately searching for something to grab onto as she begins to fall.

Jake’s feet can’t move fast enough, and she hits her head on a small side table, landing on the ground with a thud before he can get to her. She stays still, head twisted to the side and moaning loudly as he kneels down on the ground, paying special attention to her extremities in case she’s actually hurt herself. “Are you okay, ma’am?” he asks. Her receipt is still in his pocket, and he really wants to grab it out right now to remember her name, but it’s way too late for that now. Damn my goldfish memory!

“I’m … I’m fine.” She swings out an arm, letting it slap against the hardwood floor near Jake’s crouched position as she turns to look at him. “The floor is just a little spinny, that’s all.”

He stifles a grin as he looks at her determined face, already knowing that there was no point in explaining to this woman that the floor was, in fact, not spinning (or ‘spinny’, as it were). Instead, he responds with “Yeah, spinny floors are the worst.”

She smiles at him, and his heart skips a beat just like the first time, and he kinda really wants to know her name. “He gets it! Thisguygetsit.” She slurs, pointing an intoxicated finger at Jake. And he knows that she’s drunk … and he knows that she probably doesn’t have any idea what she’s saying … but tiny little butterflies begin to flutter in Jake’s stomach, gaining traction the longer she lays there, pointing her finger at him. She’s adorable, he thinks to himself.

But, she might also be injured, and so he offers her a hand up, pretending not to notice the tingling sensation when her palm meets his. She groans as he helps her up, right hand clapping onto her scalp, wrinkling her face and looking at him accusingly. “How did I end up on the floor, anyway?”

Jake grins at the woman, pointing with his free hand towards the discarded pizza box, explaining - “You were dancing away with the pizza, and tripped over your two left feet.”

Her eyes look at the box warily, looking to Jake, then back to the pizza. “That makes sense. I am left handed, after all.” She nods, a movement quickly thwarted as her head obviously throbs in protest.

Jake’s eyebrows knit together as he watches her clutch her hand to her head, and as she moves towards the couch, he clears his throat. “Uhh, listen - I’m no expert, but I think you might be in danger of having a concussion. Is there somebody else here, who can watch over you tonight?”

The woman’s head drops as she shakes her head slightly. “No. I live alone. All alone.” Realising the gravity of what she’s just said to this stranger, her head shoots up quickly, and Jake pretends not to notice her reactive wince. “But I’m a cop. A badass cop, in fact. And I could kick your butt from here to next Sunday, Pizza Guy, so don’t you go trying anything.”

He raises his hands in mock surrender. “Whoa there, officer. My intentions are honourable, I swear. I just think you might have hurt yourself a little bit, and you shouldn’t go to sleep until someone has made sure you’re okay.” Pausing, Jake lowers his hands a little as the woman’s gaze turns less accusing. “Is there somebody you can call?”

She shrugs. “Rosa, I guess.” Picking up an empty bottle, she shakes it, willing more wine to appear. “Yeah. Call Rosa. Tell her to bring booze.” She giggles, her face dropping just as quickly. “Probably won’t come, though. Too busy with her soulmate or whatever.”

There’s an odd mix of sadness and hope that comes from this woman speaking of her friend’s soulmate. It was hard not to hear her bitterness, and Jake could feel himself beginning to reconsider his own opinions. If someone as sweet as this woman is hasn’t found her match, maybe this whole soulmate thing wasn’t as ridiculous as it seems. Clearing his throat, he twists his mouth to the side slightly before speaking. “I’m sure if she knows you’re hurt, she’ll come over.”

Another shrug, the light from a nearby lamp catching onto her hair and making it shimmer a little. You’re falling, Peralta. “Maybe.”

He waits for a pause, and she looks up at him expectantly. “Um, I … I don’t have Rosa’s number.” His tone is apologetic, which is crazy, because if anything it would’ve been weirder if he had known this Rosa’s number. He wipes a hand across his face, trying to push some sense into his brain, and as he rubs his eyes the woman begins fishing around her couch cushions, pulling up throw pillows until she thrusts her phone into the air in triumph.

“I do! I have Rosa’s number.” She unlocks the screen, handing the device over to Jake without hesitation. He takes grip of it, watching with confused eyes as the woman shouts an answer to the game show host still on her screen before grabbing the remote control on the coffee table, fumbling at buttons until the TV switches to mute. Turning her attention back to Jake, the woman’s eyes light up when she realises he’s still holding her phone in his hand. “Hey! I’ve got a great idea. Let’s call Rosa!”

If this had been anybody else, Jake is pretty sure by now he would have given up and left this crazy client to their own devices. But there was something so wholesome about her vulnerability, so open to the complete stranger that he was, that he really wanted to make sure she had someone take watch over her tonight. So with a grin taking over his face, he scrolls through her contacts until he finds (thankfully, only one) titled Rosa, pressing the call button before handing the phone back to the giggling beauty covered in crumpled sweats on the couch.

She takes it from him with a smile, a surprised gasp escaping when the line connects and she calls out “Heyyyyy, Rosa!”

His heart squeezes a little as her face crumples into confusion, shaking her head in a futile response to the voice on the other end of the phone. This woman is adorable.

“Whaaat? Noooo I’m not mad I’m not - I just got pizza and hit my head with it and now Pizza Guy thinks I shouldn’t go to bed and I know you can fix it so canyoufixitRosa?”

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Jake takes a quick glance around the room while the conversation continues. It was a stark contrast to his own hole in the wall apartment, to say the least. But oddly, he felt comfortable here, with the warm coloured tone painted on the walls, plush couches with ample throw pillows and the sweet smell of vanilla coming from … well, coming from somewhere.

“Honestly, I’m fone - I mean, I’m fine. It’s just … this pizza has stars on it and the couch won’t stop spinning and okay maybe I hurt myself?” Jake watches as she drops her head into her free hand, voice lowering slightly as she mumbles, “Bring Joss .. Joz … Jocelyn over too if you want. You totally should. I’m fine. Really.”

As though suddenly remembering Jake’s presence, the woman looks up and gives him a thumbs up, smiling in victory. “You’re the besssst, Rosa! I totally owe yo-” stopping abruptly, she looks at the phone in her hand with another giggle. “She hung up.”

He laughs along with her, watching as she flips open the lid to the pizza box and digs out a slice, taking a step back towards the doorway, suddenly very aware that he’s been standing in a relative strangers living room for longer than normal. “Well, as long as somebody is coming, I should leave you to enjoy your pizza ma’am.”

Her hand pauses mid-way from her mouth, several ropes of cheese forming a bridge between pie and human as she turns her attention towards Jake. The words are masked by a mouth full of pizza, but he makes out the words thank you, Pizza Guy! as he turns to leave.

And even though there is still a part of Jake that thinks this whole ‘waiting for your soulmate before your life can begin’ is a little ridiculous, he still sits in his car near the front of the woman’s apartment, waiting until a leather clad figure with dark curly hair appears, stomping up the staircase and slamming her finger on the same apartment number that he had half an hour ago before being buzzed into the building. He tells himself that he’s just being a good person, making sure that a patron of his employer was safe, but there’s a tiny part of him that already knows that he cares more for this mysterious woman than he should.

** this thing is 16k long, so find the rest on AO3! **

#my 30th fic y'all!#my first soulmate au #b99 fanfic #sleuth sisters #Jake x Amy fic #Rosa and Amy working together to solve a case #peraltiago fanfiction #b99 fic #I know that AUs aren't everybody's jam #but I dig them #inspired by tumblr

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