#and of course!!!!!! her and oda! i scream at the top of my lungs when i think of this for them!

[nicorobinphd]

Something that I think about a lot is how like internally tempestuous experiencing the kindness of the Straw Hats must’ve been for Robin prior to the WS Saga, and how much that plays into just how resonant her big moment is.

Like, Robin is a character who has never had a stable foundation. Ever. Olvia clearly loved Robin wholeheartedly, but still had a duty in terms of her field, yes, but honestly also ethically speaking, that required her to leave.* Her guardians were cruel & uncaring. The townspeople considered her monstrous, deplorable, less than human. The librarians cared for her, but ultimately she is still an outsider looking in. She loses Saul & any stability he gave her dies with him to her. & then it is self-serving organization after self-serving organization, all of which she knows will discard her if it will further their goals.

At that point, she’s never been able to trust that any care presented to her will last or be upheld. She’s never been able to trust that it has been well & truly meant.

Then, enter the Straw Hats, who do mean it. Who offer her drinks, request to shop with her or browse for books for the fun of it, who explain to her that they’re going to celebrate together irregardless of whether it’s tactical because they’re together & adventuring & isn’t that a wonder? Who laugh, hug, compliment, & care openly. And they’re acting like they want to include her? To protect her, even?

Like there had to be that odd dissonance between existing in the moment, of understanding & appreciating the kindness, while also dealing with the constant question of its truthfulness. Of seeing &, on some level, knowing it to be care, but only being able to emotionally understand it as a lack of outright hostility.

But, even then, it’s enough for her to sacrifice her life for! When she has just been given a new way to further her dream in Skypeia! & in return the Straw Hats declare war on the entire fucking world government for her. They scream at her that she’s allowed to struggle, and not believe them, and argue, and lie- but she has to do it while she’s with them, because she’s a part of them- they’re her place now.

And it hits her like a truck, and turns her world upside down because of course it does. She had never had that in her entire life! And she can’t help but trust it because the magnitude of the evidence won’t allow her not to, so she feels it in full & just- at the top of her lungs, screaming herself hoarse…

“I want to live! Take me out to sea with you!”

Oh dear lord, what if I coughed up blood about it?

*I also want to note the way this subtly plays into Luffy & Robin being amongst my favourite dynamics. Luffy expressly doesn’t want to be a hero because it requires sacrifice, & Robin is a character who has witnessed both the result of heroic sacrifice being “death” (Saul), & what it is like to be what is given up for a cause (Olvia + the librarians). The fact that it is the Straw Hats who ground her, who accept her, who would sacrifice the world for her the way she would for them- the fact that they love in a way she knows prioritizes her, makes her finally trusting the group in EL hit all that much harder. & Luffy, another character who struggled deeply with the imposition of loneliness as a result of being left, ultimately is the person who emblematizes that for Robin. And like it makes how much faith Robin puts in Luffy in spite of their age difference feel more plausible. He is the singular person Robin has ever come across who will fight for the thing she has always lacked until he physically cannot move.

ps. yes, all of this is also a reason i’m sad robin & ace never met. they never shared a scene together & yet they are constantly thematically holding hands, while having contrasting positions when it comes to our favourite goofball. eiichiro oda you madman.

[vinnoa-articles]

Just a Sip

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Habit Substitute Drabble Series! This will be 2 out of the 8 drabbles I will be writing, because, why not? Some characters like certain things on a daily. But what if you were there?

Here are the links for the others.

[Luffy] [Zoro] [Usopp] [Sanji] [Law] [Smoker] [Crocodile]

Rating: +18, you have been warned. If you are a minor, leave now.

Word count: 871

Type: Smut

Characters: Zoro, reader (Female)

Trigger warnings/content: Sexual implications at the end, drinking, swearing

His lips met the gourd of sake, leaning against the rail of the Thousand-Sunny as his legs were outstretched, going through his simple schedule of working out, a nap, snacking, a short closing of the eyes, then working out, maybe a jog on the island, eating, then rest, only to repeat it the next day. However, today was different. Everyone demanded he stay on the ship, for he would get lost like he always did. Sense of direction was never his forte, but his mind was mapped out perfectly. This perfect routine that never strayed far away from its course.

“Drinking again?”

“Hm?” His right eye opened, his scar twitched to only see you sitting cross-legged in front of him. Since when did she get here? When? ���Huh? What do you want?” Raising the gourd back up, the soothing burn that he craved slid down his throat. Easing his mind, which was already at peace, yet something about not sensing her presence was something else. His eyes wandered from her slightly bent legs, leaning on her fist, her eyes unfazed by his question.

“Let me have some,” her free hand outstretched, just out of reach from the bottle. Zoro just stared, him? Share? Why on earth would he do that, when Sanji uses the majority of it for cooking. There was no way.

“Why should I?” Almost spitting at her, as her hand didn’t falter. Steady as the calm waves, her hand tried to creep closer, but it stopped, her eyes still lazily staring at his face. “No!”

“Why not?” The same outstretched hand now slapping her knee, almost pouting. Just for a split second, she looked cute, her stubbornness definitely was similar to his, and he loved a challenge here and there. This was the only time though, he could enjoy the lack of his captain running around screaming with Usopp and Chopper, along with the ero-cook fawning over the other women on the ship, and off, almost drooling over them which agitated him. “Come on!”

“No! Look-” Zoro pointed at her face, her eyebrow raised now, curious as to what he would say. It was written all over her face, she was unimpressed, unfazed, and right now he was going to make sure she understood. “This is MY liquor that I worked hard for. Can’t you see that I get only one luxury around- HEY!” She snatched the gourd as he used his hands to express his emotions, yet she didn’t seem to care. Slowly, her lips touched the gourd, yet Zoro lunged forward, the bottle grazing his fingertips, his eyes only focused on the prize. The slow-motion of the bottle releasing from her palm as it slid onto the deck, cracking and the contents spilling out. “Ah...ugh” He held up his weight above the ground, his other hand smacking his forehead, upset that the only bottle he could secure was now broken all over the grassy deck.

“Hey”

“You!” His grip grasped her top, almost stretching it out, as he could see her collar bone, her head hung slightly above the floor, “why can’t you fucking listen!?”

“Zoro…”

“And you just like fucking with my things! I caught you touching my swords, which I still don’t trust you with. Then you constantly badger me about my bounty being lower than that perverted cook’s, and now-”

“Are you going to just keep me pinned on the ground, or are you going to move?” He finally took a breath, his vision clearing a little, seeing exactly what it looked like. His thigh was between her legs, one on the right side near her thigh, one hand holding himself, as his grip nearly tore her shirt. Her unbothered stare, finally cracked into a small smile. “Alright, since you craved the taste of that shitty booze…” Her head turned, what was her antic this time? What ploy this time? He felt a tug on the top of his green long jacket, it was firm, he was going to fall onto the ground? There was no way. Her lips gently touched his, the taste of the liquor lingered on her tongue, it was intoxicating; shocking.

“Hey…”

“Yes?” Her eyes staring into his soul, the feeling of longing, he was getting drunk off of just a single kiss. “Well, that was kind of boring, thought I would get a rise out of you,” sighing as she let go, still gripping her shirt, making sure her body was in limbo.

“You took what’s mine, and now I am about to take what is yours,” Zoro’s eyes ignited, and what a perfect opportunity it was for him to find something to do, a new activity to do other than drink. “I guess instead of a drink, I’ll have to take you now won’t I?” His smile creeped onto his face, “unless you are too weak to handle me…of course I guess I could just…” his grip loosening on her shirt, but she grabbed his hand, gripping it to signal for him to hold her firm.

“About time don’t you think?” As his lips crashed into hers, her assertiveness clashed with his. 

“Well, then I guess I should show you how to properly take things, yes?”

[thedeadthree]

🎵 for Hinata and 🎵 for Hinata/oda 👀 <3

alyssa i adore u sm thank u for requesting them 😌🥀❣️ they’ve for sure joined alongside the reigning champs vika and goro as the head clowns of my head so any opportunity to yell about them makes my day so! ty dear!

Send me a ♫ + a character’s name and I will respond with a song that reminds me of them. Send a ♫ + a ship and I will do the same.

🔪 HINATA // snakes. PVRIS, MIYAVI

it’s time we had a discussion about your sorry production // mask your shade and corruption, grinning teeth lack seduction // know the crime you committed, i forget not forgive it

🥀 HINATA x ODA // hit me where it hurts. caroline polachek

watch you dreaming // promise one day you will hate me // (…) // i’m feeling like a butterfly trapped inside a plane // maybe there’s something going on i’m not insane // if i’m already out of time than make it worse // go on and hit me in the heart it me where it hurts

[pearl-blue-musings]

Perchance to Meet pt. 3

whoops is it time for a little bit of angst??? i think it’s time for a little bit of angst. 

warnings: cussing, suggestive language, attempted assault, sexual assault, stalking, unwanted advantages,smut, angst, another smut warning cause i haven’t written smut in a HOT minute, please 18+ cannot stress that enough 

masterlist for my writing

Part 4 

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One date had turned into three which sprouted into many many more. Despite having challenging schedules, the two new found lovers made time for each other. Aizawa didn’t really think he’d get a chance like this but here he is, standing outside the bookstore he frequents as often as he can with a tiny goofy grin on his face.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

He stutters out a response upon seeing the outfit his girlfriend decided to wear. It wasn’t an easy thing to squeeze out of the man, but after the fifth date and the first time she spent the night at his place the couple made it official. Even his co-workers couldn’t believe the sleepy man had a girlfriend on top of everything he already does… But here she is, wearing one of his favorite outfits of hers as they meet up for a brief date.

“I was about to drop dead if I had to wait any longer,” he whispers as he leans in to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. “I love the way you look tonight.”

(Y/n) looks away embarrassed. Even though they had been dating for over three months now, she still couldn’t get used to Shouta’s flirting and downright cuteness. “T-thank you, Sho. I’m glad you get a few hours before your patrol shift starts.” She looks to him with bright and eager eyes that he could get lost in forever. “So, where are we going?”

It takes a little willpower in Aizawa to hold back a smirk as he enjoys the view of her impatience adorn her features. He’s not sure who will be more excited for the date, him or her.

“You’ll see,” he snickers. Her eyes roll as they stroll along the street. The setting sun ahead of them litters the sky with beautiful purples and oranges; a few clouds line the skies giving the world around them an ethereal feel.

They continue to walk for about ten more minutes, having mindless conversation about anything and everything, from how he’s going to be a homeroom teacher for the next year, how she wants to add a café portion to her bookstore to draw in more people and have more income, it flows seamlessly.

Soon they stop at a store front that is unfamiliar to the woman. Once she sees that her lover has stopped, she looks to the sign and suddenly her face lights up.

“Shouta, shut up are you serious?”

He leans down to her ear, “we’ve walked by this before and I’ve always noticed how your eyes linger here. So I got us reservations.”

The sparkle in her eye is unfazed as the grin on her face only gets wider.

“A cat café!? Shouta, I can’t- I mean you took me? Here? God, you’re amazing! I just-“ she ends her sentence by pulling him by his jacket collar and kissing him lovingly. After his initial shock, he cups her face with his warm hands and deepens the kiss. The feel of his lips on hers is a sense she never wants to tire of; she’s practically addicted to it already.

Aizawa hesitantly pulls away, “as much as I’d like to continue that, we don’t wanna miss our reservation, Kitten.” He kisses her on the cheek and pulls her inside the establishment. Once inside, the couple gets swept up in the ambiance of the place. (Y/n) had an inkling that this date wasn’t just to make you happy, but to make a certain cat lover of a man next her happy too. She had picked up on his love of cats and strays on their other dates and she may or may not attempt to adopt one of the cats as a surprise.

Two hours went by too quickly in the couples opinion, but they had to sadly leave. Their stomachs and hearts full, the two begin their walk back to the bookstore. A deep voice breaks the content silent. “I really don’t want to go on patrol tonight.” (Y/n)’s eyebrows furrow at his statement and silently urges Aizawa to continue. “I want to keep looking at you like this. So happy and content… I wish our schedules weren’t so crazy.”

“I do too,” she breathes, “but that’s how it is and I get it. I mean, we both know each other at this point and know that we’re busy. It’s life, we do what we love and hopefully someone will be there with us you know…”

The momentum of the conversation slows as they reach the bookstore. The words she wishes to say fill up her lungs begging to burst from her lips as she stares at the pre hero before. She gulps whatever anxiety she has and blurts out the words she’s wanted to say all night.

“I love you.”

Black eyes widen at the proclamation and then soften once he sees the shyness and slight fear (Y/n) poses in front of him. He steps up to her, staring at her lips then back to the eyes he can get lost in forever and whispers, “I know, I love you too Kitten,” and softly kisses her lips.

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“Hey, it’s (Y/n), I mean, yeah it’s me… But where are you? I’ve been waiting outside the club for about 10 minutes now. I know your patrol ended half an hour ago. Just call me back okay?”

(Y/n) grouchily hangs up the phone and pouts. She knew he was out late which is why she wanted him to pick her up from work so she could spend the weekend at his apartment. Aizawa had just finished the first week of school as the new 1-A homeroom teacher and his girlfriend knew he would need sometime to relax. Begrudgingly, of course.

She looks to her phone again and sees that it’s approaching 2:30 in the morning. Normally she doesn’t take closing shifts because of the bookstore, but wanted to align her schedule with Aizawa’s for some time together. After almost a year don’t you think he would have been a little more considerate of this fact? This wasn’t easy for her with the new café being added to her store and having to hire new employees; she needed this one little thing.

“Fuck it, I’m walking by myself.”

Clearly a bad idea. Blissfully unaware, she sullenly walked away from her second job and toward Aizawa’s apartment. The city at night wasn’t always the safest and she knew that, but she had been waiting for more than 20 minutes for Aizawa to show and he hadn’t so she took matters into her own hand. She kept her bag close to her body as she sped walk, attempting to keep her roaring thoughts at bay.

Her phone buzzes which halts her mind, and herself, and she stops in her path. She reaches in a sees a text from him saying “omw”. That’s it? And just now? Barely being on her way, she decides to turn around and go back to their original meeting place.

Bad idea number two. Roughly, she bumps into a stiff being and trips back a few steps. In front of her is a man in a long coat and hat, covering most of his identity. “Excuse me,” she mutters past him, but is abruptly stopped when his hand grips her forearm.

“You don’t remember me.”

“Sir, let go of me.”

“Why don’t you remember me?!”

Panic rising in her, (Y/n) begins to struggle against her assailant. “Sir I have no idea what you want from me! Please let me go.”

The man, clearly hysterical, pulls her into a nearby alley and slams her against the brick wall. The woman winces in pain and tries her best to not cry in front of this stranger. “Please, just take my bag… Don’t hurt me!”

“…Why don’t you remember me? You served me for months at the club. Months! You always made my favorite drink, always made me feel better. I love you (Y/F/n)! I always gave you extra tips when I came in and now I find that you’re thinking of quitting?! Is there someone else? I left my wife like you said I should because I wasn’t happy!”

The more the man rambles, the more she starts to remember. He went by the name Shuichi Oda and from what she gathered had a rough night. Obviously a drunk, it seems like things haven’t been going well for him. She remembers having some brief conversations with him to make her patron feel better but… Damn it! She knew that this was the downside of her quirk, some people took it too personally.

“Look, Shuichi-“

“You do remember me!” He exclaims and pulls her into an unneeded hug and starts to pet her hair. “I’ve been waiting for you to be alone for quite some time. Your quirk made me feel better. You, made me feel better.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” she shakily tries to reason, “I’m just a bartender. It’s my job to make people feel better.”

The man hits his head with his fist, frightening the woman. “No! With you, it’s different, see?” After he says he leans in to sloppily kiss her, holding her still against the wall behind her. His hands begin to roam in places they shouldn’t which make tears start to form in her eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he wipes a tear from her face but she moves out of his reach. “Don’t be scared, I love you. And you’re gonna come with me and be with me forever okay?”

“Please,” she screams, “let me go! I have- mmph!”

“Sh sh sh sh, we can’t have you screaming! Others could hear and try to take you away from me!” The hand he placed over her mouth is now covered in tears from her eyes. She bites at him, but his maniacal smile only gets bigger. “I don’t feel physical pain darling, just emotional.” As soon as he says that, his wandering other hand goes toward her breast and he sighs in contentment. “Oh how I’ve longed for this-“

“That’s enough!”

Soon Shuichi is being thrust into the air. He’s wrapped up in bindings and hanging from a nearby streetlamp. Eyes glowing red stare at the apprehended man and pull the wraps tighter, causing him to cough in pain. Aizawa tugs on the wraps to make the man hit his head on the light and pass out. Luckily some sirens are heard closely as someone walking by heard her scream and called for the police. Aizawa was on his way and followed the direction of the police cars hoping it didn’t involve his lover.

An hour later finds the couple walking into the pro hero’s apartment. A strong silver blanket is still wrapped around (Y/n)’s body as they make their way in. They both take off their shoes and settle in silence as the events of the last hour replay through their minds. They don’t even bother to eat anything and start to get ready for bed. Her pajamas are partially on when he sits down on the bed and mumbles, “why didn’t you wait for me?”

“Hm? What was that?”

Sighing louder, her turns to face her. “I said, why didn’t you wait for me like you were supposed to?”

(Y/n) scoffs as she pulls his shirt down her body. “Are you kidding me? Why didn’t I wait? Why were you late?” Her question came out more forceful than she intended but it had been a very long day. “I rearranged my schedule so then we could get off work around the same time for once. Where the hell were you?”

“Don’t give me that,” he states getting louder, “school went late so I began my patrol late.”

“Would it have killed you to tell me that instead of keeping me waiting?”

“Would it have killed you to wait where I wanted you to? Then maybe tonight wouldn’t have happened.”

Her mouth flew open at his assumption. “Are you saying me getting attacked was my fault?!”

Aizawa rolls his eyes as his frustration grows. “If you had just stayed there and waited I was going to get there.”

“Yeah sure! But did you forget the part where that nutjob has been following me for months? He would’ve gotten to me regardless.”

“That’s because you’re too kind. Letting people think that all their problems and issues will go away with just the right fix!”

“You’re ridiculous!” You yell, “Is that really what you think of me and my quirk? Is that what you think I did to you?” (Y/n) moves around the bed to get face to face with him to prove more of her point.

He stands up off the bed to look down at her. “It could be like that for him or any other guy you’re kind to or use your quirk on. All you had to do was wait!”

“And we’re back to where we fucking started. You were late! What was I supposed to do? Wait for the next guy to come along and fuck me over in the middle of the night?”

“(Y/n) that’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Oh is it? Then why do you keep putting the blame on whether or not I waited?”

“Look,” he recedes slightly, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me being late, but you can’t just walk around by yourself like that!”

“Fuck off, yes I can! I’ve done it before why does it suddenly have to change now?”

“Because I fucking love you, idiot!”

Throats hoarse after the shouting match, black eyes shut as he sinks into the bed. (Y/n)’s conviction begins to falter as she follows him onto the mattress. “Shouta?”

He takes a deep breath in attempt to control himself, “I know I should have told you I was late, I’m sorry. But, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. When you weren’t there, I panicked.” He leans onto her shoulder while she rubs his back soothingly. “I was so scared for you. When I saw him touching you, I saw red.”

(Y/n) breathes deeply taking in his words, “Sho…”

“I don’t want to lose you, or have you be hurt because of me. I’m a pro-hero and a teacher at a prominent school, I’m bound to have some enemies.” He sits up to meet her gaze, holding her face in his hands. “That guy hurt you because of you and I wasn’t there.”

“Sho, it’s not your fault.”

Silence falls over them, letting the weight of their words settle into their beings. He brings her forehead toward his as fresh tears fall from her face wetting his skin.

“Kitty cat, I’m sorry for yelling.”

She kisses him lightly, “Me too.”

He kisses her again, and again, and again, Until the light, chaste kisses become deep and full of lust. Her hands find solace in his hair as her lips grant his tongue entrance. He pulls her closer to him, hoping that she can feel his erection through his pants. The feeling of him grinding against her sleep shorts elicits a moan from her mouth that makes him harder. They break for air, a line of saliva connecting them as their pupils dilate.

“Fuck I wanna keep going but you’ve had a long day.” He tries to pull away from her only to be brought in for another breathless kiss. His hands automatically went to her hips. “Kitten,” he moans into her lips.

“We have the whole weekend for me to treat you right. The whole weekend for you to be screaming my name, calling me daddy,” he smacks her ass at that comment earning a hiss from (Y/n) which ended up making her even more wet. “But we need to sleep.”

“Fuck you Shouta,” she whines. “I wanna fuck you now. I’m already so fucking wet for you and I know your dick is itching to be in my mouth or better yet in me.”

Aizawa grunts at the implications but stays strong. “No, sweetie. As much as I really want to, we gotta sleep.”

“Please I want to forget he touched me so please do something or else-“

At that she’s quickly pinned to the bed with the strong man above her. “Don’t forget,” he whispers, “you asked for this.” He slowly drags her bottoms down her legs, exposing her dripping sex to him. It took everything in him to not move too fast. Once her pj bottoms were thrown across the room, he situates himself between her legs, rubbing his hands up her calf, to her thighs enticingly slow. A pressure is felt on her hips as she’s being held in place by her lovers grip.

On instinct her hips buck slightly, eagerly awaiting what’s to come. The feel of his breath on her inner thigh sends her thoughts into a frenzy, only for him to place his lips around the sensitive skin. His kisses are feather light that they almost don’t feel like they’re there, but she’s reminded as soon as his teeth make contact with her skin. A whine escapes her lips at the action, making Aizawa growl.

“Fuck, kitten, you’re so wet for me.”

“Mhm, ah, only for you Daddy- ah fuck!”

All his restraint came undone at the pet name as he wrapped his lips around her folds, sucking and tonguing her with earnest. The way his tongue would flit in and out of her wet hole drove him crazy; it was like she was made for him and only him. He continues to lap at her folds, already starting to feel the pressure build up within her.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna cum for Daddy this early, eh? All I’ve done with eat you out and I’m not full. Plus,” he sneaks a finger into making her hiss and cuss, “I don’t think you’ve had your fill yet Kitty cat.”

Her moans and whines are music to his ears as he doesn’t let up his ministrations. Now two fingers deep into her, he begins to scissor her open while sucking on her abused and pronounced clit.

“Ah, fuck Sho. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” (Y/n) is breathless as her back arches off the mattress for the umpteenth time. She can feel him smile against her as he lifts up to face her. “Then cum Kitten, cum for Daddy.” His motions speed up and upon hearing her scream out his name mixed with curses, he lets up. God, she looks beautiful like this. Her body is covered in a glimmering layer of sweat, her stomach moving in time with her rampant breathing as she comes down from her high. No one else will get to see her like this, no one. Aizawa wipes away sweat from her brow and leans in to let her taste herself on his tongue. The action alone is enough to make him want to burst, which he is tempted to do.

“Damn, you’re still so wet and slick for me,” he notes swiping a finger against her to reaffirm.

“Babe, rollover. I wanna ride you.”

The lovely man above her lifts an eyebrow at her request, “as you wish, princess.” He is then forcibly pinned, almost like what happened to her not too long ago. “Fuck, you look so hot from down here babe.” He knows that she needs this, to feel to be in charge and take the lead. So he doesn’t help her line up the tip of his hard cock to her entrance, and he doesn’t push himself up into her like he wants.

A wanton moan escapes his lovers lips as she finally settles herself on his cock. She feels the grumble and twitching from her his dick inside her and the feeling is euphoric. The pro-hero’s breath gets shallower as he waits for her to move on him, again holding himself back from taking charge. Once she starts bouncing on his cock, all he can do is whisper and moan out praises and curses. “Fuck, Kitten. That feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah babe? You like the way I’m riding your cock?”

He hisses, “fuck yeah. Please do it more- unf.”

Suddenly he feels a new and ecstatic feeling as she gyrates her hips in ways that have him seeing stars. He’s trying to figure out if there’s some kind of pattern. And then it hits him.

“You spelling your name on my cock, yeah?”

A gasp for air is heard from both of them before she responds, “I’m just, ah, letting you know who this belongs to baby.”

“Ah fuck, Kitten, I’m gonna cum soon. But first,” his voice lowers as he grabs her breast in his hand. His thumb flicks over her nipple, earning another moan before he wraps his lips around it. His tongue continues to work the hardening bud as his hand kneads her mound. His free hand works its way to her clit and begins to rub it fiercely.

“Fuck Shouta, if you keep doing that…”

A slick pop is heard as black eyes bore into lust filled ones. “I know Kitten, we’re so close. Come on, let Daddy cum. Let me cum inside baby.” “Yes, yes ah fuck- FUCK!”

The melodious sound of moans and whimpers fill the once noiseless bedroom as the couple comes down from their highs. They fall onto each other, sweat covered and full of love for each other. Their breathing starts to slow the more they wait out, still being connected by their sexes. (Y/n) is the first to move as she slowly removes herself from her boyfriends embrace, whining at the loss of contact. Aizawa leans up slightly to take in her form and beauty.

“I’ll go grab a towel and some water.”

He pecks her cheek and leaves the room. Once he returns, he sees (Y/n) and fondly smiles. She had finally fallen asleep after everything was said and done. He rolls his eyes but continues to clean up their little mess. He leaves her water glass on her nightstand while he had finished his.

Aizawa pulls the covers over the two of them as he cuddles into his girlfriend, watching her sleep soundly. She looks ethereal right now, no problems or stress on her features.

“I swear I will protect you. Whatever it takes.”

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ha ha hahahahaha it’s so long whoops but yee if the option is there the taglist is open!  @kiribaku-queen @shinsouskitten @therealwalmartjesus @prk-pyo @cupcake-rogue

[justine-the-guillotine]

5 Otome/Romance Game Men I Adore

Thank you so much @pseudofaux for tagging me! Also, thank you for saying that your own list was not in order or an exhaustive list because I often feel pressured to make a perfect list in these types of situations lol but if pseu was chill I can also be chill (EDIT: no there’s actually a lot of screaming below and absolutely no chill, I’m sorry, I lied.) 

I always talk too much and break too many rules when I do these things but that's just how I am lmfao so I'm gonna start off by saying IkeSen's Nobunaga Oda is my absolute favorite otome game man of all time... but I'm not going to officially include him on this list because I talk about him too much as it is already and I feel like enough people love him anyway. However, if anyone is interested in hearing me talk about Nobunaga ad nauseam, I will gladly entertain you. 

On to my list ~

1. Caramia, OZMAFIA!! - Ozmafia!! is my favorite otome game (MC be damned) and I love this man sooooooo much. His wedding CG has actually been the background on my phone for ages now. You know the "that's where the trouble began, that damned smile" meme? THAT'S FUCKING FOR HIM THAT'S HIM!!!!!!!!! That smile ruined my entire life in the best possible way and I have not known peace since. I guess I have a bit of A Thing for loveable, charismatic leaders. I just love a man who is full of power but big of heart ... and a little bit of a dumbass. Caramia is just like the total package...  He protecc, but he also attacc, and he also a snacc. Oh, and he can cook!!!

2. Fenrir Godspeed, Ikemen Revolution - Fenrir is really, really special to me and I put him in his own category entirely. In reality, Fenrir and Ray are actually tied as my IkeRev biases (and honestly I prefer them together; Alice is optional). Fenrir is actually so close to my heart that I refuse to even look at almost all fanfiction with him in it, with few exceptions. The fear that someone could "ruin" him by writing him in a way that even slightly disagrees with the way I picture him in my head (and I have seen it) is really too much for me to handle. Is this unhealthy of me? Probably, but I tend to avoid the situation all together so it doesn't matter. Not only do I self-insert in my games but I'm also not one of those people who separate fiction from real-life really well, so all of my biases are people I'd actually fall for IRL. And Fenrir is really special to me because he is actually the most perfect, ideal boyfriend in my mind but he is someone I absolutely do not deserve IRL and would probably run from for fear of ruining things. :'] So while any otome game man is a fantasy, he's like... top tier fantasy for me. He's just so perfectly easy-going, such a Prince Charming, Knight in Shining Armor, easy to read, so ready to love you, SO MUCH FUN... he's a Good Boi without being naive and innocent... he's like a wild-yet-safe adventure ugh he's like   p e r f e c t    I cry

3. Raymond, Blood in Roses - I don't necessarily think Blood in Roses is a great game; it definitely has its hits and its misses BUT it did grant me this one amazing man and therefore I will never uninstall it. I mentioned that I like lovable leaders but I also thoroughly enjoy being able to break down a brick wall of a man. Raymond starts off by being pretty cold to MC, caring really only for his duty (I love a loyal man), but takes MC under his wing anyway... and slowly realizes he has feelings for her and then of course becomes someone who is willing to die for her. This is peak romance, don't @ me.

4. Zen, Mystic Messenger - Zen is actually not my favorite to romance (that honor belongs to Jumin) but he is my #2. More importantly than the romance though, he is such a fucking good guy in every single route... ignoring all of Chertiz's little homophobic undertones of course (man do I wish Chertiz would rewrite Mystic Messenger so it's not so conservative, pleaseeee). He is willing to stand up for and protect MC in every route, not just his own. In all routes, he offers himself to MC as a shoulder to lean on, someone to cry to. He is always helpful to everyone!! Even though he and Jumin don't see eye to eye on most things, Zen is still ultimately supportive of him and wants what's best for him. ZEN IS A TRUE BRO. He's also super chill like he's all about his acting and performing... but he just also wants to drink beer, eat street food, and smoke cigarettes all day. I know people get turned off by his narcissism but fucking look at him okay he has every (!!!) right to be narcissistic. Plus, he doesn't let his ego get in the way of love and friendship and that's very important !!! In this essay, I will -

5. Leonardo DaVinci, Ikemen Vampire - I just want to type his name and send like 150000 weary emojis after it and be done with it. Honestly, it is at the point where I think he is on Nobunaga level for me. I have fallen very, very hard for him. I have two IkeVamp accounts and between the two of them I think I have done his full route about six or seven times. Every time I get to the scene where Comte suggests that Leonardo breaks it off with MC, I want to scream at the top of my lungs "BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM" like Ariel does in The Little Mermaid (Leonardo has his own moment where he internally shouts "I LOVE HER!!!!" so we're even tbh). First of all, HE IS SO FUCKING KNOWLEDGEABLE HE KNOWS SO MUCH AND HE KEEPS LEARNING THAT SHIT IS HOT. Also, I have seen people disagree with me on this but I personally don't think he's patronizing to MC. His MC, unfortunately, is written in that way where "ugh he's so mature and I is babey" so, of course, there are moments where he plays off of that but he literally has SO MUCH KNOWLEDGE and he never is like "wow I can't believe you don't know that you idiot" to MC even though the opportunity to do that is plentiful. He will tease her, sure, but that's totally different than being mean about it. The best thing about him being so intelligent is the fact he's also a fucking dumbass (I love me a dumbass, as you all know). He loves MC so, so much even though he doesn't show that in the smartest of ways all the time... but... he fucking walked into a dress shop and designed a whole ass custom dress for her?? He even picked out the fabric??? And then he pretended like it was Comte who chose it??? HELLOOOOOOOOOOO I LOVE HIM I'M ACTUALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW THAT'S WHY I HAVE TO TYPE IN CAPS I LOVE HIS MIND I LOVE HIM 

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I'm gonna sneak in an extra number because I absolutely must.

6. Trash, Aloners - If you have never played Aloners, you really should because it is seriously an amazing visual novel (thank you @dear-mrs-otome  for casually mentioning this game like one time in a discord server otherwise I’m not sure that I would have found out about it). You can get it for free (or pay $5 for the redeux version), so there’s really no excuse unless you don’t have a computer. The love between MC and Trash is not the main plot of the story necessarily, but Trash is such a good man and he deserves the lovin'. Trash is like the perfect combination of sweet and snarky, respectful yet teasing, competent but dumb, has a good heart but doesn't always make the best decisions... in conclusion, what choice did I have but to fall helplessly in love??? 

This has been fun, I absolutely love screaming about 2D bois... I hope y’all don’t mind tags (also I haven’t really been around a lot so if you’ve been tagged already I’m sorry ;w;)  @luciens-one-and-only-sea-otter @lovingikesen @toonamifaithful @emeraldtawny @littlelady-blackwell @alloveroliver

[mythiica]

Congrats on all your followers ! Can I get a scenario or mini fic of a drunken MC after a really hard day or maybe they got in a fight and her having to be literally pulled away along with some smut? Nobunaga and Mitsunari or you choose which one. ❤️ you

Title: Drunk MC + Suggestive Mini Fics

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Nobunaga Oda, Mitsuhide Ishida

Genre: Romance, smut

Warnings: honhonhon

Kinks: idk they dont do the hard bang bang but they almost xd

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: nobu one = 980 words, mitsun = 1135 words

POV: second person w/ (Y/n)

Other comments: i ended up cutting the smutty smut short because i have a lot of other ;) requests and i dont wanna burn out LOL. still though, i hope you like it

Nobunaga Oda – Put the Sake Down

“My lord, we’re… having problems removing Lady (Y/n) from the dining hall. She has armed herself with a broken sake bottle, and we are worried that she might injure herself on accident.”

          Nobunaga looks up in disbelief and laughs. “Really?”

         The vassal nods enthusiastically. “She is asking for you.”

         “Is she now?”

         He stands from his spot and follows the worried vassal through the winding hallways. Even though the hall is still a few buildings away, he can hear you shouting.

         Nobunaga leans against the doorway of the dining hall and watches you swing around in circles, wielding a half shattered bottle in one hand. He did not really believe his vassal when they said that this was happening… but seeing it in real life… Nobunaga could barely contain himself.

         When you hear him laughing, you swing around and shoot him a deadly glare. “The hells are you laughing at?”

         He saunters forward despite his servants advising against it. “You, of course. You’re making a fool of yourself. Put the sake down and come down here.”

         Shocked by his words, you shove the bottle towards him and give Nobunaga your best threatening glare. “I’m not getting down! I’m the queen of this castle here,” you declare. “And don’t try to take that away from me.” To conclude your speech, you wave the glass at Nobunaga, and it comes dangerously close to his face. However, your movements are retarded by the alcohol in your system, so Nobunaga casually catches your wrist and pulls you down from the table. “Hey! No! Let me go!” you shriek as you try to squirm away from his grip

         “Now, now. If you’re the queen, that would suggest that you are mine,” Nobunaga replies with a sly smirk. “Afterall, I am the Devil King.”

         You relax your muscles and fall against Nobunaga’s chest. His warmth envelops you, so you bury your face into his clothing, trying to inhale his musky scent. He takes the bottle from your hand and gives it to a servant to throw away. “You’re so cozy… like a cuddly bear…”

         Nobunaga tries to pry you off, but you wrap your arms around his waist. You are surprisingly strong when you are drunk, so Nobunaga flicks your forehead. “Don’t drool on my clothes.”

         “But it will improve them,” you whine.          Sighing, Nobunaga hoists you up bridal style and walks you back to the tenshu. He places you down on his futon and wraps you in the blanket. When he turns to leave, you catch the edge of his haori and tug on it. So Nobunaga turns around and looks at you. “What is it?”

         You play with the fabric and give him a sad face. “I saw you talking with Lady Nōhime today… she is very beautiful.”

         Nobunaga raises an eyebrow.

         “And Hideyoshi said there…” you swallow, “are talks of marriage between the two of you.” You try to swallow your cries, but tears begin to trickle down your face. Sobs bubble in your chest and you pull his haori harder, trying to bring Nobunaga towards you. Realizing how weak you likely look, you hide your face in the futon and close your eyes.

         After a moment, you feel Nobunaga patting your head gently. You look up and nearly headbutt him in the face because he is so close to you. His caramel eyes are filled with emotion, and Nobunaga tucks his finger under your jaw to push your head upwards. “Don’t cry,” he whispers with a pleading voice. “Is that why you got drunk?”

        “Yes…” you confess sheepishly.

        Nobunaga exhales slowly and brings your hand – the hand he claimed from a game of go – to his lips. When he presses a kiss to your skin, all of your worries seem to melt away. “She came with a proposal on behalf of her father, but in actuality, Mitsuhide is investigating her. People talk, and there are whispers that she might in fact be a spy or an assassin.” He strokes your cheek comfortingly. “I don’t plan to marry her.”

        Relief washes over you and you nuzzle Nobunaga’s hand. “Good,” you mumble, still under the influence of the alcohol. “I really made a fool of myself, didn’t I?”

        Nobunaga laughs and nods. “Queen of the castle, eh? I don’t recall the wedding.”

        “What we- oh.”

        He presses his forehead against yours and tucks his arm around you. “Would you care to remind me how the night went?”

        You sit up slightly, pushing your hand against his chest. “You know that we didn’t actually get married, right?”

        Nobunaga’s fingers trill against the skin of your shoulder, and only now do you realize that the sleeves of your kimono have slipped far down – enough to reveal the top of your breasts. You would cover yourself, but Nobunaga pulls the hem down further and begins to kiss your collarbone. His lips are as hot as his finger tips that trace circles on your back. Electricity pulsates between the two of you, and suddenly, you feel sober.

        He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you down on top of him. As his knee separates your legs, you realize what he was getting at. Even if you did not actually wed, Nobunaga was going to show you that he preferred you over anyone else. Perhaps you had made a fool of yourself, but he didn’t seem to care. He kisses you deeply, his tongue slipping past your lips without hesitating.

        “N-Nobunaga,” you mutter breathlessly as he pulls back, a string of saliva hanging between the two of you. “Are you sure?”

        “Only if you are-”

        “Yes,” you reply quickly, lust burning in your lungs. You could see the same spark glinting in his beautiful eyes, and you know that he has plans to keep you up late into the night. Maybe teach you a lesson or two about making a fool of yourself in the dining hall.

Mitsunari Ishida – Cake Stealing Fairy (and other adventures)

When Mitsunari enters the kitchen, he is reading a book, so he nearly walks directly into you. Had you not jumped around with wide eyes at the last minute, Mitsunari surely would have actually stepped on you. Scared by your sudden ‘attack’, Mitsunari drops his book and screams.

         You are quick to cover his mouth with a hand though. “Shhh!!!” you insist. “If you’re too loud, you’re going to scare the yōsei.”He raises an eyebrow, and you remove your hand. However, instead of lowering your hand, you let your fingers linger on Mitsunari’s lips. “So soft…” you mumble.

         This makes Mitsunari flush a deep shade of red. “(Y/n)! Are you alright?” He clasps your hands together to keep you from squirming away. “Have you been drinking?”

         “No!” You hiccup. “I’m looking for the yōsei. I told you. She came in through the window and stole my cake.”

         Mitsunari pushes his glasses up his nose and catches a glimpse of the half empty bottle of sake on the table. He exhales and takes your hand. “There is no fairy. You are drunk. Come now, let us take you to bed. You need rest and some tea.” He pulls you toward the door, but you catch hold of the nearest table.

         “Your book!” you exclaim.

         “What about it?”

         “It’s not there anymore.”

         Mitsunari looks down, expecting to see the book simply kicked under the table, but it is not there. “What?”

         “I told you there is a yōsei!!!” You jump up and down. “It stole my cake and now it’s hiding. Help me find it, please Mitsunari. I’ve had a long day…” you plead with a slurred voice. “And that cake was going to make me happy. But now I don’t have it anymore!”

         “Alright, I will help you,” Mitsunari says to console you. “Where were you when the fairy took your cake?”

         “I was getting something to drink.”

         He looks around when he hears a chirp from above.

         “It’s the fairy!” you exclaim.

         A sparrow flies from the top of a cabinet to the window, and it is carrying Mitsunari’s book in its claws. You race towards it, only for the bird to fly out of the window and into the night. “No, come back! You ate my cake!”

         Mitsunari catches you before you fall over the edge, pulling you back to the ground. “Careful!” When you reel back, you press yourself against Mitsunari by accident. Under the influence of the alcohol, you thought it be a wonderful idea to kiss his soft lips. He flushes to a deep shade of red, but does not move away. “Uh… (Y-Y/n)?”

         “Your eyes are so pretty…”

         He clears his throat and wraps an arm around you. “Come now, let us go to bed.”

         “Your bed?!”

         “No. I’m taking you to your room.”

         “Aww…” you whine. “But I want to kiss you.. and your soft lips…”

         The entire walk to your room, you try your best to seduce him. “Are you blind?” you ask as you lean against the doorframe. You push your hip outwards in an attempt to intrigue him.

         Mitsunari covers his eyes. “No, princess, but you are not in the right mindset. You need to sleep.”

         Whining more, you stumble into your room and begin to strip your kimono from your skin. “Too hot..” you complain as the fabric slips from your shoulders. However, you had forgotten to undo one of the knots, so it does not fall past your waist. “Mitsuuu… can you help?”

         He sighs and steps inside and struggles to look everywhere but your breasts. Sure enough though, Mitsunari manages to undo the knot for you. “I’ll be taking my leave now,” he whispers before rushing out of the room.

         You catch his wrist before he has the chance to and pull him back towards you. “No, please.”

         Mitsunari realizes that your voice is different this time – there is no teasing lit woven into your words as a result of the sake. You sound more vulnerable… more desperate than before. “Is everything alright?”

         “I tried to tell you earlier, but you were too busy reading.”

         “Tell me what?”

         You sigh, blowing your hair away from your face. “I like you… a lot,” you confess with a giggle. “I have for a while, and I was going to tell you today, but you weren’t listening. So I decided to consult my therapist, Dr. Sake.” You lower your voice. “He’s a great listener.”

         Thousands of thoughts run rampant through his mind as he remembers the events from earlier that day. He groans at his obliviousness and opens his mouth to say something.

         “Wait, fuck, have my boobs been hanging out this entire time?” you realize, looking down at yourself. “Well this is awkward..”

         Mitsunari doesn’t know what to do – his extensive knowledge only really applies to war or espionage or weaponry. You were none of those things, so he felt greatly underprepared. Still, he did not want to let the moment go. Fueled by impulse, Mitsunari cups your face and kisses you. You moan into the kiss, quick to wrap your hands around him so that he does not rethink his choice.

          When you lean back, the both of you are out of breath, and you feel more sober all of a sudden. “W-What was that for?”

         He lets go of your cheeks and takes a step backwards. “I’m sorry, princess. I don’t know-”

         “Can you do it again? You taste nice… like ginger tea and honey.”

         Mitsunari does not know how to react to your forwardness. “I really should be going…” He does not want to go though. He wants to stay and kiss you again. Even after drinking sake, you smell so nice and calming. Mitsunari always loved it when you came to sit with him in his office, even if he never knew how to admit it.

         So he lingers in his spot, looking at you with big eyes, unsure how to proceed.

         You take the lead and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close for another kiss. This one is more steamy than the previous. Mitsunari locks his arm around you and guides you towards your futon. As you lie down and open your kimono, Mitsunari catches your hand. “Are you absolutely positive?”

         “I want you… even if I’m drunk and probably won’t remember.”

         Mitsunari smirks, something you have never seen before. “I will ensure that you don’t forget this,” he promises as he undoes the ties to his own haori. The fabric falls to the ground and he presses his body to yours, enveloping you in warmth. He kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he explores your body.

         Indeed, you won’t be forgetting this any time soon.

[toloveawarlord]

Clever Canary 4

Guys, this chapter was so much fun to write! I thoroughly enjoyed seeing Miki in action! Enjoy!

You can find all my other works here!

              Lowlifes like these are easy to manipulate. They try to wait me out, wanting to make my situation seem hopeless and dire. Vague threats about harming me with no actual weapon in sight. The only thing that made me annoyed was the wet dog smell this small house had. It made me want to throw up. There were four men in total, all huddled around the one that sat at the desk, and they were attempting to write a ransom letter.

              “Come on!” I whined, twisting my wrists around. The rope rubbed deep into my skin, but the pain was dull. “I’m so bored! Aren’t you going to keep me company over here? What’s a girl do to when her captors are ignoring her?” At least someone should be hitting on me. The rough ride over here had left my kimono all disheveled, leaving little to the imagination.

              Man A turned around, eying me up and down. “Are you sure that someone like her would be close to Nobunaga Oda? She’s mouthy.”

              “Haruto is a good informant. He says that she is,” Man B replied, not taking his eyes off the paper in front of him. He scribbled with the quill, pausing to tap it against his chin. How long is this supposed to take? It’s been over two hours and they still weren’t finished.

              Lightly stamping my bare feet against the floor, I threw my head back dramatically. “That’s what he likes about me! And, you know, that I’m very good at my job. So good, in fact, that a letter being sent for my ransom would put a huge damper on my reputation.” Letting my head fall to the side, I asked, “So, pretty please, don’t send it to him.”

              Man C began to laugh and left his post at the desk to come over to me. He crouched down, letting a hand settle on my knee. “Physically I can see why he would like her. She’s dainty, and yet fit at the same time.”

              Finally, someone to play with! I bit my lip and slid my foot along the inside of his thigh. “Is that a compliment?” I asked, sliding a little bit forward in the chair, causing his hand to slide up my own thigh.

              With his mouth dropping open slightly like a panting dog, he drew closer. This is why men are easy. They think with anything but their heads when a pretty girl is around. This type of man was childs play to me. Nobunaga had been significantly harder to get close to, but this one? He wanted to give in to me.

              “You are very beautiful,” Man C said, leaning down to place a kiss on my thigh. He wanted to touch me so badly.

              Man D, however didn’t want him to. “Hands off the captive! We won’t get our ransom if you’ve soiled the goods!” He stomped over, grabbing a fist full of my hair and jerking my head back. “She’s playing with you!”

              “Of course, I am!” I answered with a light giggle. “I want you to play with me too.” Taking a deep breath, and letting it out shakily, I could see the wheels turning in his head. That’s it. Believe that I like you roughing me up a bit. “I won’t tell him if you won’t.”

              They both looked to their leader, who had stopped writing to watch the spectacle. Being bound to a chair and slouched down with enough room for Man C to be between my legs and Man D having my head pulled back, left a sight for men like them. Vulnerability. Submission. Desire. That’s the qualities that were present. He swallowed hard. “Don’t leave any bruises.” He started returned to writing but it was slow, because he wanted to know what was happening behind him.

              As much fun as I’m sure that these wild dogs could provide, I had to end this in order to find Haruto. The rope gave, slapping against the floor with a resonating sound. The grin grew on my lips. “Now, then, boys, let’s really play,” I said.

Bringing my knee up hard against Man C’s chin, the tongue he had hanging out cut completely off. He reeled back, blood pouring from his mouth as he screamed in pain. Grabbing Man D’s arm with both of my hands, I rose to my feet while pulling down. He lost his balance and grip on my hair. A swift kick to his head as he fell to his knees sent him unconscious.

Man A rushed forward, intent on tackling me to the ground. His brute strength would have been enough. I might be fast and slippery to catch, but once I was, it was game over. How would one stop a man like this? A shock to the system would be enough to falter his steps. Pulling open the top of my kimono worked brilliantly. For one brief moment, he forgot that I’d just injured two of his companions and stared at my breasts. They’re all the same. Suckers for a pretty woman.

Throwing a punch right into his throat, he staggered backwards, clutching it as he choked for breath. It was my turn to move now, with only one major player left in the game. Their leader, Man B. He wouldn’t be swayed by a pretty body, so I would have to work harder for him. “You stupid bitch,” he muttered, sliding a knife out of its sheath.

I licked my lips. “I enjoy a little knife play from time to time. It really gets me going,” I said. This is good. More challenging, but it’ll make for a satisfying end to the game.

Man B charged, thrashing the knife about wildly. “Stay still!”

Managing to evade him each time, I frowned. “You’re doing it all wrong. I’m bored with you,” I ducked down to miss the next slice through the air and lunged forward. He didn’t budge when I latched onto him. His mistake had been thinking I’d done it to subdue him.

Instead, he turned the knife to plunge it into my back with both hands. His aim for my heart from the back misplaced when I shrugged my body down at the last second. A little too late, as the blade sliced a little into my shoulder, but the result ended the same. He’d put so much force behind it, that it pierced his own body as well, straight into his lung.

Man B collapsed onto the ground, groaning in pain. He wasn’t dead yet, but he’d bleed out.

Lastly, I had to deal with the wheezing Man A on the ground. Sooner or later, he would get back up. Taking the quill off the desk, I crouched down over top of him “Nobunaga doesn’t know this side of me, and I’d like to keep it that way. Would you keep it a secret?” I asked, laughing to myself.

He vigorously nodded his head, but gasped when the quill stabbed through his left eye. I must have damaged his vocal chords if he can’t scream. Rising to my feet, I sighed. “That was anticlimactic. I wanted at least one of you to beg for you life.” Shrugging my shoulders, I took the largest book on the desk and swung it sideways, smashing the quill in further, making him go limp.

One swift slice to everyone’s throats, just to be sure, was the last bit. Who knows if anyone will every find them in this dilapidated house. Not that I really cared. The last thing on my agenda was to finish the mission that I’d set out on. Haruto had some information to give me. I’m sure surprising him in the middle of the night is the right choice to make. Though he’d promised to be gone by the time I returned, it’s clear that he hadn’t thought I would be back the same night.

His room at the inn was dark, but he paced back and forth nervously. The regret of what he’d done was evident. The expression of shock and fear that spread across his features when he opened the door to find me standing there had my mouth watering. That’s all I’d wanted from those other men. “Miki… I…”

I ducked under his arm and entered the room, plopping down on the bed. “Pour me a drink, will you? I’ve had the worst night of work in a while,” I said. It’s entertaining to watch the mechanical way in which he moved.

Silently, he poured some sake for me and then fell to his knees in front of me as I drank it. “Please… Miki, I am so sorry.” He leaned down and pressed his face against the floor. “They threatened to kill my wife and children. I had no choice. Please under—”

I cut him off with my laughter. “Oh! That? Don’t worry. No hard feelings!” I downed the alcohol and patted him on the top of his head.

Haruto raised his head hesitantly. “Really?”

Sliding off the bed, I, too, was on my knees. I cupped his face in my hands. “Haruto, you’re an excellent asset to me.” Sliding my hands down to his shoulders, I gently pushed him back so that I could crawl forward, straddling his hips. Our bodies touched just slightly. Eye to eye, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Now, then, about that information I wanted.”

“I-I’m married, Miki,” he said softly.

I smiled and shushed him. “It’s not like I don’t notice how you’re looking at me. Your faithfulness is wavering due to my disheveled state. It’s not a crime to find another woman attractive to you. I am desirable, right?” I asked, our lips almost touching again.

“Yes,” he breathed out softly. That’s it. Let your guard down.

“Tell me who was behind Honno-ji,” I said.

Haruto let out a shaky breath, still too scared to speak.

“If you tell me, I’ll leave your faithfulness intact. Choosing to remain silent means that I’ll have to work a little harder to make you more comfortable with me,” I whispered, reaching down to rub him through his clothes. His short breaths were a sign of desire, and the way he kept looking away meant that he wanted to keep true to his wife. An easy thing to exploit.

Haruto nodded his head, grabbing my wrist. “Kennyo. That’s the only name I heard. He’s an abbot that has a deep hatred for Nobunaga. There are rumors of him organizing a new group of monks. That’s all I know.” He swallowed hard.

Hmm. Okay. I leaned back a little, patting his cheek with my hand. “Good boy.” I waited for a moment. His body relaxed, and his eyes held that sweet hope in them. He imagined leaving here without dishonoring his wife. I reveled in the expressions.

Then, in an instant, it crippled into fear and confusion. My knife plunged deep into his chest cavity.

“I lied,” I said with a big grin. With a slurp, the knife was removed, and blood seeped out onto both our bodies. I licked the blade, watching the light begin to leave his eyes. “See, the thing is, betrayal can’t be forgiven.”

His body crumpled back against the floor. I slid my hand over his eyes, closing them. Men are so easy. That’s the first lesson I had learned at a very young age at the orphanage. Using the right measures and seduction techniques could solve almost every problem. Katria wasn’t the only one with an arsenal of lethal tactics. I simply preferred to keep mine a secret. Dead men don’t talk and the ones with still beating hearts wouldn’t understand. Tonight’s game proved to be more fun that I thought, and it would satisfy me for a while. I can return to normal life in Azuchi tomorrow and no one will ever know.

[berrodarmstrong]

Coulda, Shoulda, Oda.

Comfort.

Oda had known far too much of it lately. Comfort and happiness. Granted, these were things she knew she deserved, having sought them through various goals over the years, but the bliss she had been enjoying lately was surreal and almost frightening. There was much work to do of course, and many dangers to face, but between her toils, training and tribulations she had been afforded moments that had made it all worth it. Sometimes it was an evening alone with some good reading material and a bowl of fruit. Sometimes it was an indulgence in new attire for her training and leisure. And other times...company was nice.

She laid awake in the near dead quiet of night, soothed by the sound of Autgar’s breathing. He was out cold, and with a warmth to her face, she concluded that he had every right to be. The pair of them laid lightly entwined after an evening of indulgence. She had provided him the privilege of accessing her without walls, without the exhausting headbutting that was simply a part of being born of the Highlands. In turn he had provided her with a genuine and honest companionship which she had not thought a man competent enough to provide. By no means was it a binding arrangement. The last thing she wanted to do was to be beholden to another in such permanence. Occasional appreciation was more than fine -- and she would be pleased if he agreed. Still, she appreciated him -- that much the walls of the small apartment had learned in repetition earlier during the night. Perhaps the neighbours as well, though she hoped not.

Such appreciation and the rest that came afterward were also beholden to a break -- and it was with that mindset that she carefully disentangled herself from the mild embrace in which they had fallen asleep -- an embrace that saw her shamelessly touching on occasion. She would return to that if she felt like it, but for the moment, she needed some air. As much as the...combined scent of them appealed to her baser sensitivities, a fresh lungful or two would be a blessing. Like silk she extracted herself, leaving the covers upon Autgar’s waist just as they’d been when she had been under them as well. A surprisingly mischievous urge danced across her mind for a moment and was promptly dismissed -- air. Air was priority.

The apartment was small, but comfortable; there were no walls to separate the sections of it. The tub, the bedding, the table, the kitchen and the clothing racks were all set into their corners. They’d put much work into making the place both neat and liveable. She’d even found a nice bit of fabric to cover the window shutters -- though the wooden door still needed some work. It was that same door that she exited from, bare as she was born -- without shame, but yet with discretion. There was no one around but the moon at that hour. The elevation served as well -- their apartment was on the second terrace of the structure -- and with the red stone wall providing a banister of sorts, there was not much to see from below but her head and shoulders.

A chill wind picked up and flung the long locks of her dark hair, leaving the ends of it snapping and whipping for a moment before they settled to fan down her back. It was in terrible need of combing, but that was something she would accomplish come the morn. The cold air did little more than amuse her -- considering how warm inside the apartment was...with good reason. The windows of the neighbours’ apartments were darkened, which for some reason provided a small comfort. In that moment, only she was allowed to exist under the pale silver of the moon. The world was hers, and she belonged to nothing but it, offered naked under the drizzling light -- rich with a bounty of her own thoughts and feelings. Perhaps her penchant for meditation had fostered an appreciation for such solitude within her. It was such a wonderful peace...a peace that she would fight for; a peace that she would risk her life for. There was no way she would allow the world to suffer what evil loomed after her homeland had just been liberated.

Perhaps her thoughts had summoned him -- she heard the door open behind her and experienced a moment of exasperation. As much as she enjoyed Autgar’s company, she still had a vast appreciation for alone time. Sometimes he seemed to understand that...other times he clearly remained oblivious. Nevertheless, she decided that she’d allow his intrusion and give him the gift of a world under silver moonlight. She heard his heavy steps and suddenly felt arms around her. His warmth was both comforting and oppressive; fueling her body’s enjoyment while irritating her mind’s appreciation for the cool night air. At first she set her hands on his forearms to provide a limit to his touch, then decided that he could perhaps appreciate a role as the throne upon which she would lounge and enjoy the night.

His chest trapped her her hair between the firm muscle and her own nigh solid back -- acceptable enough as a throne should be. His stubble grazed her ear and jawline, and again that simultaneous irritation and thrill rolled down her body. It was clear what he wanted from his body language, and she was well poised to deny him in favour of her communion with the night. He would have to wait until morning, when her own appetite rose again to the top of her priorities. Even if the press of his lips to her neck made her shudder. Damn him. Those same lips brushed her ear as he whispered to her.

“I always knew you’d amount to nothing more than a whore.”

The shock that shot through her was almost violently electric, to the point that she actually jerked involuntarily. That voice was not Autgar’s voice. It was --

-- her thoughts had no time to complete; her body had taken charge. A double elbow to drive him back, and a third pass of her left elbow toward his temple when she spun to face him. The former was executed with perfection -- but the latter...instead of a temple, her elbow struck a chin. The man she’d wish to strike had a somewhat disadvantage in height, but not the man before her.

It was Autgar. He stood there, just as bare as she, blue eyes filled with smug contempt and unsavoury appraisal. The expression was monstrous on him. Yet the voice that had escaped him was not Autgar’s at all. It was Gunnar’s. Oda’s stomach heaved without her consent -- had it been him? Had the night they’d spent together, the things they’d done, had it been...no. It could not have been. She would have felt it. Gunnar had a sickness in his soul that such intimacy would have been able to detect for certain. Certain...with that waver of doubt in the back of her mind.

That waver was not enough. Again she struck, right for his solar plexus with a closed fist, followed by a sharply lifted knee toward his left flank. Both landed hard enough to send him stumbling back to the doorway, where what vile magics he had employed to glamour himself dispelled. He remained bare -- but the drop in height, the silver eyes and grey hair -- those were unmistakable.

“This from the man who tries to put a child in every woman he dared put his hands on,” She spat, “I’ll not have my freedoms reproached by the likes of you. Why are you here?”

In the back of her mind, Oda felt that she should feel violated, being exposed to him as she was. Yet, such a thing was a paltry discomfort compared to the sheer danger she faced in his presence. The dead had no time for shame. The forefront of her thoughts scintillated with concern for Autgar, who she was barred from warning with that bastard in the way.

“What do I want…?” The old man hummed -- his voice incensed and disgusted her beyond what she thought was possible. How dare he use such a sweet, grandfatherly tone with her. “I want to remind you that your happiness is forfeit. Yes, yes, I saw you come out here smiling to yourself. It’s a wonder what a little soreness between your legs does for your personality. Yet still, dearest Oda...remember. You left my side, and so you are simply not allowed to enjoy it.”

“I’ll enjoy as I like, you --”

“He could be dead in there, he could not. I did have the most gripping urge to slit his throat, and in the ecstacy of it all, I can’t remember if I’d done it or not. Even if I did, there might still be time.”

The electric tension in her stance gave way to rigid ice. No…

If he was in there, dying, she had to save him. If she couldn’t -- if he was dead because she had the curse of Gunnar on her back…

Gunnar simpered, an expression which boiled that ice into steam through the fires of hatred. “You don’t really need him -- you know that, Oda. You can always find some other to swive you stupid. His sort is a gil a dozen. Though if, He is alive…”

“Get out of my way.”

She cared nothing for interrupting Gunnar. He had achieved a sudden, surprising irrelevance in light of the possibility that Autgar might be in there dead or dying. It seemed to shock the old man as well, given the slight crane of his neck. “Or else wh--”

Her fist collided with his neck in a silent, nigh blinding explosion of white. It was if she had taken the moonlight itself and harnessed it into a detonation of absolute quiet. She registered his head separating from his body -- she even registered the hard, mysteriously bloodless thud of his body and the cracking thump of his head...but all that was secondary to getting inside to make sure that Autgar was alive.

Given the size of the place it only took three steps...and there he was, covered to the waist, breathing lightly in his sleep as she stood shaking from head to toe. Wildly she swung her head to the door -- the head and body were gone. Outside was quiet. Moonlight drizzled in through the doorway, while warmth and the scent of a night’s intimacy rolled out.

Oda could barely get her hand around the door’s handle to shut it. She wanted to slam it, she wanted to scream. She wanted to punch a hole in the wall. He was right. In one simple exchange, Gunnar had taken it away from her.

Her comfort. Her happiness.

Yet, it was a temporary seizure, and she knew it. She and her allies were well on their way to ending him once and for all...and once that was done...she could settle back into comfort once more.

Oda padded to the bedding and grabbed her pillow. She set it on the ground next to Autgar’s side and sat upon it, crossed legged and vigilant. Yes, she would have her bliss back...

...and she would protect her chosen charge until she did.

[cipherpolfiles]

One Piece 855 - ‘Grrrrrooowwwlll!‘

I know it’s late as hell and that no one will be interested in last chapter’s (OP 854) super late review/comment, but I’ll probably publish it anyway, ‘cause last week I could only make half of it on time, so I left it unpublished but I DO want to finish it because I had a few things I wanted to point out and couldn’t because life got in the way.

So in this chapter, just like in the last one, we have four main parts/events going on. On one side, Bobbin and his resolve to fix his blunder before Big Mom hears about it (1). On the other side, the ‘Brook Rescue Team’ needs to come up with a plan to rescue our beloved skeleton from the clutches of Charlotte Linlin (2) and finally, Brook’s big reveal (3) and Sanji’s whereabouts (4).

Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

First we have the cover page showing Cora-san and Law having some baked sweet potatoes. Of course, Cora is being Cora and has managed to light himself on fire. No surprise there. I have to say the request says Law should look worried but he looks more annoyed than worried to me...

With this Oda ripped my heart out and stomped on it. Seriously, Law needs Cora back. Better yet, we ALL need Cora back. Petition to bring Donquixote Rocinante back from the dead. Who’s with me? Oh well, moving on.

The chapter starts with Bobbin rocking from one side to the other as if he were a pendulum while he claims he will fix his mishap with Sanji, making all the guards that have come to his aid fall asleep. He seems to be some kind of hypnotist; whether it’s a devil fruit or just normal hypnosis skills - like Jango’s - we still don’t know.

We jump to the Brook Rescue Party‘s whereabouts. They’re in front of the mirror that leads directly to Big Mom’s sleeping chambers. The group looks aghast and in Pedro’s case, relieved at the same time.

Nami, darling, a piece of advice: do NOT word it like that in front of Mama, it’s not going to end well considering her apparent aversion to giants.

Big Mom’s sound asleep with Brook in her arms and Brook, in turn, is making use of the ‘I fall sleep anywhere’ ability grandpas all over the world seem to have, meaning he’s sleeping like a log too.

Brûlée explains there’s no way Mama would let a unique creature like him go and then she tries to get Big Mom to save her by screaming her lungs out, but the BRP (Brook Rescue Party) gag her and Diesel too, for good measure. It’s impossible to determine whose idea was it to gag them (maybe in the raws you can, sadly I cannot read Japanese), but from what we’ve seen so far, I have a feeling it was Pedro’s suggestion. Remember when he was all in for kidnapping Pudding when she revealed she’s Big Mom’s daughter?

I always thought they should have done as he suggested to be honest, even back then. They would have had a huge leverage against Mama that way.

Anyway, back to the chapter. There’s quite a tense moment when Linlin wakes up for a sec and they think they’re done for, but it turns out it was just a fly or at least that’s what Big Mom thinks woke her up. She slams her hand on the floor in an attempt to kill the fly while she falls back asleep, waking Zeus, Prometheus and Napoleon in the process. The three go crazy on the ‘perpetrator‘. The BRT are terrified by what they just witnessed.

So we already knew what Zeus (lightning) and Prometheus’ (fire) powers were, but what’s up with the freaking hat? Did it pick up a sword? Does it transform into a sword? What the effing hell is going on with Napoleon? I personally think it transforms, but you never know.

Scene cuts to Sanji who is running towards the site Luffy vowed to be waiting at. A dog attacks him, because apparently OP world dogs are all super hungry and violent and attack anyone they come across who is carrying food. Sanji should seriously stop going anywhere near dogs while delivering bentos on rainy days.

And after this short three panel interlude, we’re back with the BRP who have stolen a skeleton - they sound like grave robbers now even though, technically speaking, they found it laying around - to try and pass it for Brook while they rescue the real one. Shout out to Jinbe for revealing all the small tricks to bypass everyone’s devil fruit abilities and use them to their benefit (See the image below). The attemps are broken into different ‘challenges‘.

Challenge 1

Chopper is the first to try and sneak up to Big Mom’s bed. He suddenly has the urge to sneeze and Mama tries to squash the ‘disturbance’ while she’s still asleep.

Challenge 2

Carrot’s turn. She manages to go all the way to Brook’s side, but he won’t wake up and Big Mom’s giant snot bubble ‘chases‘ her away. Her startled exclamation wakes up Zeus enough to discharge a lightning bolt while still keeping him groggy enough to think he’s still dealing with the fly.

Challenge 3

Pedro’s situation is pretty much the same as Carrot’s. He manages to get to Brook but he’s driven away by Big Mom’s tossing and turning while she sleeps. The good thing that comes out of this is that she’s let go of Brook which makes things easier for Cat Burglar Nami.

Nami manages to get to Brook and wake him up, but when he sees his fake self, he screams at the top of his lungs (yes, you can insert a skull joke about not having lungs here). Big Mom is annoyed by the ‘fly’ and intends to use Prometheus to get rid of it.

And of course, Jinbe to the rescue! He grabs both, Nami and Brook and plunges back into the Mirror World.

Back to Sanji again. He has already reached the promised spot but can’t see Luffy anywhere, only the high number of soldiers he knocked out before being taken away by the army. I’d like to point out just how much Sanji believes in Luffy and trusts him to keep to his word. He knows that, if his captain makes a promise, he’ll do everything in his power not to break it. That’s honestly one of the best parts of the entire arc, seeing just how deep Sanji’s devotion for Luffy is. It’s beautiful.

And scene change again to see what’s going on with the BRT. Nami’s already lecturing him for nearly killing them because of his scream. Pedro just apologises for putting their lives in danger, even though we all know it wasn’t his fault and that the Straw Hats would have done all this anyway. Have I ever mentioned just how much I love Pedro?

Aaaaand there it is, the Big Reveal! Brook HAS the rubbings of the three Poneglyphs inside his skull.

I. Freaking. Called. It.

Well, I and a thousand other people, but that’s beside the point.

Pedro is VERY impressed and Brûlée, Diesel and everyone else (including the readers) are too. Jinbe praises him by saying that it’s already hard enough to get into the treasure room, even when you’re a family member.

Brook, you just had to ask about her panties, didn’t you?

Now that they have a copy of the Poneglyphs, the only thing they have left to do is get Sanji back, which is no easy task but at least they have half the job already done.

The scene cuts back to Sanji again. He’s heard a rather familiar growl and finds Luffy nestled against the remains of King Baum’s trunk, looking like he hasn’t eaten in a month. Personally his current ‘mummified’ appearance reminds of Slayers whenever Lina and/or Gourry didn’t have anything to eat and they ended up looking like that.

End of Chapter.

My God, that was long!

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