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Warnings: Female!Reader, mild family conflict, possible inaccuracyWord count: 2,435Tagged:#hanayomeTranslations and important notes:

Tengu (lit. heavenly dog) are Japanese legendary creatures that are regarded as either youkai (supernatural beings) or kami (gods). This fic treats Tengu as the latter.

Obi, as you may already know, is the ‘belt’ of the kimono.

Shinsoku means abbot/head priest of an abbey or temple.

Miko refers to a priestess.

Geta are traditional wooden clogs that resemble flip-flops.

Oshiroi is the name of the white powder used as makeup.

Aneue is a highly formal and archaic way of addressing one’s elder sister.

FYI, Kiku means ‘chrysanthemum’.

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1.

Sounds of hurried footsteps echo through the wooden flooring of the temple, and along with them, the chatterings of people. They come for one second, allowing the listener to grasp only a few words, before ultimately becoming an auditory blur as they grow further away. You are in a room tucked away in one corner of the temple, sewing the last few stitches that would make the final adjustments to a white over-robe. 

Once the moon is at her highest tonight, your little sister is to become a bride. Her procession begins in no more than two hours.

A couple other elderly priestesses are by her side, gently folding and twisting her hair up into an intricate hairstyle reserved only for those about to marry with delicate ornamental hairpins. Another is fixing up the wataboshi, the bridal hood that will hide Kiku’s face from all eyes except her groom’s. 

Never have you heard silence so loud that even the hustle and bustle in the hallways feel like a great distance away. The air is cold and tense, a complete antithesis of wedding preparation. Faces are grim and eyes are tearful—if only she were wearing black, you’d think this was a funeral instead. 

Young Kiku’s beautiful ebony eyes are narrowed in a mix of emotions even as one of the priestesses tucks a fan into her obi, the symbol for a happy future. Despite her general optimism, you know that she feels more like an item to be sold than a bride. 

Because it truly was a transaction.

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Your family is a long line of clerical servants of the god Tengu who rules over war and prosperity. (You’ve always disliked that dichotomy.) The men and women of your family devote their whole lives as priests and priestesses with the privilege to communicate with him in his dwelling—a lone temple on top of the mountain Kurama that towers over your village. Seiiki—‘sanctuary’, they call it.

It has been decreed since the days of old that once a year, each autumn solstice, on the day of the full moon, the abbot would climb the perilous steps up the mountain to speak to the god Tengu. Tonight is that of a full moon, and so your father, the abbot, made the ascent. The news he delivered was unusual, but at that time you know little of how bitter it would all turn out.

“The god Tengu demands a young virgin as his bride in exchange for the earth’s eternal yield. At sundown, a fiery arrow shall descend from the sky and pierce the roof of the house in which this virgin dwells. When night falls, she will climb up to the peak of Mount Kurama to meet her groom and dwell with him in the Seiiki forever.” 

A girl for lifelong milk and honey, when each previous year the god Tengu would demand only a portion of the harvest he had already given. Of course, the atypicality wasn’t lost to the people, but they faithfully waited until sundown. The gods were never the most sympathetical beings anyway, and the people felt lucky that Tengu’s demands were not as outlandish as the others.

You were among the people at the temple grounds when the promised arrow indeed descended, appearing as a faraway white dot floating against the violet-pink sky. Before the last of the sun’s rays faded it flew towards the village, but what you didn’t expect was for those pale flames to pierce the very roof you were under.

Tied on its stem is a paper with ‘marriage’ written on it.

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If she was composed during her dressing, now Kiku is anything but. In your arms she sobs, a pure white mess, smearing your miko uniform with the red face paint around her eyes. When she looks up at you, shaking her head in disdain, it looks as though she cried blood.

“I don’t want to go,” she croaks, “I don’t want to leave you.” 

“And I don’t want you to leave,” you reply. 

There are no tears in your eyes, for this predicament seems too fatal, too fast, like a bad dream. You wish it were a dream. You don’t tell your little sister you wish it were you—because she has her whole life ahead of her and because it is probably easier for your family to let you go.

The two of you are the abbot’s dear children, yes, but you are the eldest daughter instead of the eldest son—one that can continue his name. Even in your adulthood your father still looks at you the same way, like you’re something he didn’t ask for. It’s different for Kiku because Kiku is different. “She is the temperate lake to your forest fire.” That was what your father once said to you. Through it all, your mother is ultimately the one that loved you unconditionally, but behind her gentle smile, she hides the same sadness from your father’s disappointment for not having a son.

If you were to tell the truth, you’d rather be the god Tengu’s bride than stay here, but alas, he demands a young bride. Moreover, your father sees this as an absolute honor for Kiku to be chosen, though eventually you know he’ll grow bitter from only having your mediocrity left in his house.

The sliding door opens. It’s your father and mother.

“Procession will begin soon.”

“I need to fix her rouge,” you say without looking at him, “and then she’ll have to wear her wataboshi.” You hear a choked sound coming from your mother as she embraces Kiku. You look on somberly, but can’t stop yourself from stealing a glance at your father, who remains unmoving. You’ve never seen him look that sad before.

A shuffle of footsteps and you see the silhouette of a monk beyond the screen door—he’s considerate enough not to stand where your sister can be seen, at least.

“Shinsoku-sama, the procession is ready.” 

The moon is at its biggest and brightest, looking as though she is peering down to watch the events unfolding under her soft light. You’ve moved to the edge of the temple grounds with your parents and the clerics. The procession is only to be done by the betrothed and their attendants, and with the absence of the groom, Kiku was left to walk with only two other lesser miko and four monks to carry the traditional harvest offering. The click-clack of their geta is loud against the masonry floor, it being the only sound other than the buzzing crickets. There are no more exchanged words or touches allowed in this holy rite—the only thing Kiku can spare you and your family is a meaningful look before she takes her first step beyond the red gate, lantern in hand to guide her through the dark of the night. 

She makes her way up, up, following the curves of the stone steps, and not long after, all you can see is the flickering light of lanterns like gold slowly pumping through a vein. The bamboo forests surrounding the stairs sway left and right in the night wind, and it reminds you of a worried man rocking on his feet. The stairs twist and turn in a serpent-like manner, and the trees, taller and thicker, conceal their light, infrequently at first, but more and more as they venture higher before eventually they disappear out of sight.

Next to you, your mother is the first to break, letting out a long breath and a sob. You reach for her hand. When her cold fingers wrap around yours, you allow yourself to cry.

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It is the fourth hour after Kiku stepped out the red gate, and the attendants who went with her haven’t returned. Rain started to pour not too long ago, and though it isn’t heavy, it’s enough to cause concern. You are in a prayer room with the other miko, joining them in their quiet chants. Your mother’s body and mind are too exhausted to participate, and it’s not like she can pray to a god that chose to take her daughter away forever. 

Truth be told, you feel the same, as the prayer beads on your palm feel much heavier than they should. The chants lose their meaning, replaced only by questions only the god Tengu can answer. You realize the futility of the situation and contemplate whether you should just run up those stairs and confront him yourself.

You’re picturing it with your eyes closed. The flight of stairs might be steep and many, and it might be dangerous going up there in the rain, but you’d be fueled with enough rage to overcome them. What happens there, you’d worry about later—the holy grounds are supposed to be accessible only to the abbot. Should the sacred boundary be created by a spell, you could always try to break it. Once the barrier is broken, you’d be able to come face-to-face with the god Tengu. 

You realize you don’t know what he really looks like, but it hardly matters. What then? Would you attempt to kill him for taking your sister away? No, that’s not really what you want. What do you really want?

Fatigue makes it easier for your consciousness to escape you, and unbeknownst to you, your wandering thoughts lull you into the beginnings of slumber. Your prayer beads are now stationary, and your chants are reduced into incomprehensible murmurs before they stop completely. 

Mind clouded with fog, the only thing you could see in your head is the lantern light flickering as it makes its way up the stairs. Golden light, twisting and turning. The wind’s howl in your ear, deafening. The orange leaves’ crackle as they are dragged across stone floors by the gale.

…lady…

The god Tengu’s arrow floats again in your dream as if waiting for its time to strike. Your eyebrows knit in anticipation, your eyes dare not look away.

…Milady…

The flames on the arrow’s tail seem to flicker before it grows stronger, its shape becoming larger and larger. In the blink of an eye, it flies, but this time not towards the roof of the temple.

It’s coming towards you.

“Milady!”

Just as the arrow pierces through your heart, you open your eyes with a pained gasp, but the trickle of cold sweat on your nape and your feverish breath makes you feel as though you’re still trapped in a dream. Some of the elder priestesses crowd around you, one of them holding your trembling hand as she places her own against your forehead. 

“You were shaking,” she says, eyes worriedly darting around to inspect your face, “Milady, you’re very warm.”

You’re still trying to gain your bearings when you hear a pair of footsteps dash towards the room. One second later, the screen doors open with a loud bang, revealing a young miko drenched from the rain—you vaguely remember her as one of Kiku’s company. Her eyes search the room before falling on you, and the look on her damp face turns into that of bewildered trepidation. She calls your name once and kneels in front of you, gently tugging at your arm to get you to stand.

“It’s Lady Kiku, she—when we got up there, we—I’m sorry, it’d be better for her to tell you in person. Please come with me. She’s downstairs, she—we need you.”

Equally, if not more confused than the miko, you force your numb legs to carry you out of the room and down the steps with her help. The cold of her clothes against your warm skin wakes you up a little. She guides you to the main hall, her footsteps leaving trails of water droplets as she goes. Once the door slides open, you’re equal parts baffled and relieved to see your little sister. The floor around her is littered with discarded hairpins and baskets of fine products, reduced into a dirty mess. She is weeping, her face buried in her hands. You unlatch yourself from the miko’s arm to rush to Kiku’s side, your arm around her. 

“What happened?”

“He…” she begins, looking up at you with wet eyes. She looks like a wreck, the oshiroi powder washed out from her face and her hair in a disheveled state. “W-We went into the Seiiki and everything seems fine, but then he—”

It is then your father interrupts, his voice booming in the cold, dim room.

“It isn’t Kiku the god Tengu wants.”

“—he saw my face as we entered, it was a huge room and we weren’t even face-to-face! I don’t know how, but he saw me, and a gust of strong wind blew, he… he told me that I wasn’t the one. And then he said your name. He told me to bring you. Aneue, he… he wants you.”

Your heart sinks, and it clenches as if responding to a piercing wound. One that’s left by a flaming arrow.

Kiku then proceeds to gather her now loose hair and moved it across one shoulder, revealing her bare neck to you.

You almost can’t believe your eyes—a crimson string blooms from the side of her throat, and when you reach out to touch it with a finger, it doesn’t smear or fade, as if it’s permanently embedded within her skin. As if she was marked. Stepping closer to see it, you realize that it is alive, its two ends moving ever so slowly around her. It would be a complete circle once it meets on the other side of her neck.

“You have until sunrise to see him,” your mother finally speaks, her face a tired blank canvas. Her daughter was returned, only for the other to be taken away. “We concluded that this string will make one complete round by then. He didn’t tell Kiku what would happen if the ends meet.”

“It’s a timekeeper enchantment,” your father supplies, “to make sure you make the ascent.”  

Every bit of composure in you snaps just then and you make for the door as fast as you can. Kiku captures your wrist just in time, a concerned look on her face. She gently places something into your open palm and you take it, inspecting it.

It’s a crumpled up piece of paper with the kanji ‘marriage’ on it. The look on Kiku’s face tells you not to question how that item came to her possession.

Your mouth runs dry. It seems like Kiku also has trouble speaking because her voice cracks as she says this to you:

“Aneue, he wants to see you in red.”  

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Five Star Restaurant

Hey everyone! How’s it hangin? I feel like it’s been 800 years since I’ve posted anything. Life has been a mess lately and I’ve been chugging along through those ‘Trick or Treats’ and sort of just forgot that I write other things lol (whoops).

 Anyways~ here is the next installment of ‘The Part Timer Series’ which is the tag you can use to look up the other parts of the story. You can also slide on over to my Master List for a comprehensive catalog of my Ikesen works. 

Like I said earlier the Trick or Treat’s will start rolling out on October 18th and you’ll get a post every day, twice a day, for 13 fright-tastic days!

WARNINGS: Harassment in the work place. A large majority of this situation stems from a real life ass I dealt with a work. I won’t go into a great amount of detail but be forewarned that there’s some uncomfy stuff peppered in here. 

Continuing with the lovely give-away cameos, in this and all subsequent chapters you are going to see @elievalentine‘s OC - Akiharu Natsuyuki and @one-eyed-captain-kinky ‘s OC - Zhari joining the gang.

This series is the food baby of @ikesenhell and I. We had an in depth discussion over this concept while sharing a meal, though it happened before the release of the most recent Gatcha event, so most of this AU is now Non-Canon...but oh well.. 

Story under the cut to avoid dash clutter! 

Happy reading everyone!

T~

Five Star Restaurant - p4

[YN]

You had been working at Azuchi long enough that you could tell when something was going on outside of the typical day-to-day. The only tip there might be an issue came from a very frantic Zhari and Hideyoshi pulling the host aside to chide him for placing a group of men in your section.

“Is something the matter?” You inserted yourself between the bickering pair.

“Not necessarily, The guys that were just seated in your section are a bit difficult. We usually have them sit at the bar and let Ieyasu take care of them.” Hideyoshi looked on apologetically “I wasn’t at the stand to help the new host, so they were accidentally given to you.”

“Oh, well, I’m okay to wait on them.” You paused, waiting for objections “If that’s alright with both of you?”

“May as well. If you have any problems, give a holler, and either Hideyoshi or I will come running.” Zhari patted you hard on the back. “Good luck!”

She skipped off, leaving you alone with Hideyoshi, his brow crinkled showing his displeasure and without thinking you poked him between his eyebrows. “You’re thinking too hard. If you’re not careful your face’ll get stuck like that. Don’t worry, I’ll come get you if I need help.”

His eyes widened in surprise before his face fell into a calm smile. “Alright.” Smoothing the stray hairs that had made their way out of your elastic hair tie “I’ll be right up front if you need anything at all.”

You were readying a tray of waters for the table in question when Nobunaga came up to the counter beside you. “They’re grabby, watch their hands and let Hideyoshi know the moment something happens.”

He didn’t give you time to respond before walking back through the door to the kitchen calling after Akiharu.

“Good afternoon. My name is (YN), and I’ll be the one taking care of you today. Can I start everyone off with something to drink?” Six sets of beady eyes turned, giving you a one over.

“Well hello there, never seen you here before, Missy.” The man directly to your right spoke up.

“Ah and for a good reason, I’ve not been here before. So drinks?” You turned with a smile trying to get them to put in an order.

These men, not that they deserved to be called that, were infuriating, but it takes all kinds of people. Digging deep into your patience reserves you continued giving service with a smile. Between all of the garbage on the floor, the throwing of straws, ‘accidental’ drink spills, incorrect food orders, dropped utensils, and don’t even get you started on all the attempted groping you barely managed to evade. You were nearly at your wit's end.

It was near time to bring out their checks, not that that task had been any more comfortable. They kept switching back and forth between single, split, and group checks, you had half a mind to give them one and tell them to take it up with Ieyasu on their way out, but you were determined to see this one through.

“Missy if you would?” The man who seemed to be the ringleader of the group snapped, literally snapped at you, finally earning your ire.

“Yes, how might I help you?” You tried to keep your eye from twitching as you forced a cheerful smile.

“You see, we feel like the service today has been pretty questionable. We know you’re new so we’re willing to cut you a break.” He grabbed your free hand as he stood. “Such soft hands.”

Hello, creepy. Alarm bells were sounding in your mind as you tugged, trying to free yourself from his grip. “Excuse me, I’m uncomfortable. I need you to let go of my hand now,” You said with finality in your voice.

“And see there’s the problem sweetie. You’re not very friendly.” He let go of your hand stepping forward. As you backed away, he grabbed a strand from your ponytail bringing it to his face as he kissed it openly.

“Hideyoshi” You screamed. Hand drawing back poised to strike as you brought it around quickly. It connected but not with the intended target.

Hideyoshi stood in front of you protectively, glaring openly at the customers as your hand laid flat against his face where you had walloped him. “I think it best you boys pay and be on your way.”

“I don’t think so. The lady was gonna hit me. I’m not paying for anything until you do something about your staff.” He smirked as the entire table chuckled menacingly, moving to step around Hideyoshi towards you again. In seconds the advancing male was on the ground before you.

“Hey! You okay man!” Two of his friends leaped over to him as the looked up in horror.

“Excuse me, sir, if you could, please refrain from such harassment and violence while you’re here.” Nobunaga came up behind you placing a protective hand on your shoulder as he offered you a tense smile. All the while the men looked on in shock, as the rest stood abruptly from their seats.

“What kind of employee roundhouse kicks a customer! I want to speak to the manager!” the man on the ground screamed as his friends helped him up.

“Present.” Hideyoshi stepped forward glowering at the group of them. They jerked back.

“Not you, bring us the owner! Call them if you have to.” he shrieked again.

“How can I be of assistance?” Nobunaga smirked as he squared his shoulders to them.

Jumping back they screamed at the group of you. “What kind of place is this that the employees attack the customers! We’re never coming back here again you damn geezer!” You saw Nobunaga’s eye twitch as Akiharu scurried over handing him his phone while they fled from the restaurant.

“Wait! They didn’t pay their bill!” You started to chase after only to be grabbed around the wrist by Hideyoshi.

“Hello, Mitsuhide.” You stopped, turning in Nobunaga’s direction. “I need you to take all of the money from the customers that just left here.” he snickered as he hung up the phone. “Would you help Hideyoshi ice that? We can’t have the face of the restaurant sporting a black eye.”

You looked down taking a sudden interest in your shoes before you stalked off to the kitchen with Hideyoshi.

[Nobunaga]

It was clear Hideyoshi was troubled over the fact that a particular group of men had been placed in (YN)’s section. I was on my way over to give counsel, but it would appear you were much better at quelling his misgivings than myself. An interesting development. I watched on from my window above the dining area, making sure that everyone was behaving accordingly. You were a hard worker, and I didn’t need you being scared away by seedy guests. Especially ones we actively try to intercept and keep from female staff.

So far you were killing them with kindness, I had never seen someone deal with such rude guests with such a bright smile before. Between all of the thrown straws, spilled drinks, and dropped silverware you had done a marvelous job troubleshooting and dealing with their antics, though it was admittedly hard to watch. I think it was about time someone else took over. I was almost down the stairs when I heard you call for Hideyoshi and a large crack echoed through the otherwise empty restaurant.

I rushed around the corner as Masamune, Akiharu, and Zhari nervously poked their heads from the back. “That didn’t sound good.” Akiharu lamented

“I knew she was feisty, but I didn’t realize our lass was that spirited,” Masamune whispered to the group of them staring to gather.

“Akiharu,” I turned looking at her “Can you get some bags of ice ready. It appears our fireball may need a little help cooling off.”

It didn’t take long before Hideyoshi’s voice filled the quiet space. “I think it best your boys pay and leave.”

The men audibly scoffed or clicked their tongues at Hideyoshi “I don’t think so. The lady was gonna hit me. I’m not paying for anything until you do something about your staff.” You could tell he wanted to dispute it but the bright red mark on his cheek and her quickly shrinking figure was enough to keep him silent.

Now felt like the appropriate time to swing in. Literally. I kicked the young man who was advancing on (YN) quickly as a means to get him away.

“Hey! You okay man!” The scums henchmen leaped over to him as the looked upon me, to my sheer delight, in horror.

“Excuse me, sir, if you could, please refrain from such harassment and violence while you’re here.” I walked up beside you placing a protective hand on your shoulder trying to reassure you with a smile as best I could. Though I found it hard to manage through my general anger over the situation. 

If they had been sitting before they were all out of their chairs now. You could see each of the man’s underlings weighing how they would fair against us in an all-out offensive. The thought of it was amusing.

“What kind of employee roundhouse kicks a customer! I want to speak to the manager!” the man I had kicked yelled from his place on the ground as his friends helped him up.

“Present.” Hideyoshi stepped forward glowering at the group of them. The surprise was clear as day on their faces, but they composed themselves again asking for me.

“Not you, bring us the owner! Call them if you have to.” He shrieked again. This grew more amusing by the minute.

“How can I be of assistance?” I smirked as and squared his shoulders to the group asserting my dominance over the situation as best I could.

“What kind of place is this that the employees attack the customers! We’re never coming back here again you damn geezer!”

‘Geezer’? That’s it. I would teach them to mess with my employees. I fumbled for my phone only to remember I had left it back in the kitchens with Akiharu. Damn. I felt a familiar tap on my shoulder and swiveled to find the very same girl innocently holding my phone out to me. I would say she’s an angel, but Akiharu knew full well who I was about to call, the mischief and anger in her eyes told me that much.

“Wait! They didn’t pay their bill!” Your cry brought my attention back to the situation at hand. Fortunately, Hideyoshi grabbed hold of you before you could chase after the group of ruffians. Quickly I punched his number into my phone, and he picked up after a single ring.

“Hello, Mitsuhide. I need you to take all of the money from the customers that just left here.”

“You mean the group of six men that came flying out the door a moment ago who always harass out female staff and guests? I thought you would never ask.”

I laughed knowing the situation would be sufficiently taken care of for now and turned my attention back to my employees.

“Would you help Hideyoshi ice that? We can’t have the face of the restaurant sporting a black eye.” It was evident you were embarrassed over the whole incident, but I was no longer sure how to reassure you.

I watched as you led Hideyoshi back to the kitchen to hopefully take care of the swelling, that had been quite the swing after all.

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Kitsuhide

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Tagged by @ichigo-daifuku to go to this website and design yourself! Thank you! I enjoyed it a little too much XD

Yep I have uneven eyelids, short eyebrows, as pale as a corpse and im nocturnal so yea im a bat XD this is waaaay too cute opposite to irl tho 😂😂😂

I’m tagging (only if you want to!) : @nanamihyuga @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons @dany-ryujin @lin-ful @crazyinthebestway @dear-mrs-otome @uxoremmikael  @cin-drome @that-otome-potato @that-wasnt-so-bad @miss-ferrew @julias1993 @elievalentine @rose-of-yonezawa @sakura-arashi @pendingreply and everyone who wants to give it a go! 😍 i hope i haven’t missed anyone my memory is so bad >w<

#it me

[toloveawarlord]

2019 in Review

We did it! We made it through another year and it has had it’s ups and downs. I wouldn’t necessarily label it as a bad year, things definitely could have been better, but I believe the good outweighs the bad.

Firstly, I have to tag my biggest partner in crime @plumpblueberry for all the good times we’ve had since we met back in April. You are a literal angel, and I’m so happy you slid into my dms on that wonderful day. Thank you for always listening to me ramble about all the new ocs I’ve made. You are the very best!

I also want to say thank you to @voltage-vixen for her INCREDIBLE blog that has amazing voltage fics that feed my needs. You are so talented and I love seeing you on my dash and talking about the voltage boys.

and to @rikumorimachisgirl for her amazing work and being an incredibly easy person to talk to. You are a sweetheart and thank you for being a friend to me!

@elievalentine I hope you realize how precious you are to me. You are always in my notifications and I find myself grinning like an absolute madman when you reblog something of mine! Also, I am so grateful for your kind words sent to me in dms when I was having problems or feeling down, and for always wishing me well during the holidays. Bless you. I’m so happy that we’ve met!

@claire-maccarthy I know we are relatively new friends, but I feel like we’ve bonded a little over Obey Me. I thoroughly enjoy reading and replying to comments and gushing over the demons boys with you.

Lastly, I want to tag a bunch of of people who I adore and love seeing on my dash or in my notifications, or even just on discord. Thank you all for making my tumblr experience incredibly wonderful and full of good times. @ikemenprincessnaga @unstoppablelinda @xathia-89 @mythiica @thetwinkims @missjudge-me @bouncer-rabbit @narekashi @littlelady-blackwell @lil-creatorwritings @theundyingskeleton @youreawizardharr @emeraldtawny  AND so many many more!

You all are the real MVPs of 2019!

If I could give you all a big hug, I would.

2019 has been a year where I’ve struggled a lot, but it’s also given me so many wonderful memories and good laughs. I don’t want to reflect on the bad because it’s not good for my health and I’d rather remember the incredible times I’ve had with all of you!

Wishing you all the best in 2020! Here’s to another year!

-Ruka

#thank you to everyone #you are the reason I get to enjoy the fandoms and have such good time #goodbye 2019 #it's been a good year #here's to next year #2020 is gonna be great #not otome #ruka talks

[war--lords]

Hanayome

Warnings: Female!Reader, mild family conflict, possible inaccuracy Word count: 3,648 words (Exactly same as last chapter! What sorcery) Tagged: #hanayome Translations and important notes:

It’s done! This is the last chapter. I plan on putting out another one that is kind of like an optional chapter with no plot in it whatsoever.

I also really hope you understand what’s happening in this chapter, there’s a lot of explaining and I stayed up till like 3 am to try and write it so it may not be the most cohesive.

Part 1 Part 2

3.

You don’t remember losing consciousness.

You let out a sigh, your skin enjoying the coolness of the futon you lie on. Its fabric is softer than what you’re used to, almost like satin. It is with great reluctance that you open your eyes, because you don’t feel like you want to leave the bedding. Blinking slowly, you try to gauge your surroundings—a regular-sized room, its flooring covered with regular tatami mat, making it look almost like an inn. A nice inn, granted, thanks to the artistically placed decorations and plants. 

In the corner of the room in front of you sits a man. He is facing a low table, pouring something from a flask into a saucer-like cup. Sake, you assume.

Strange. Your fever seems like it has dissipated, for you no longer feel woozy or mildly uncomfortable, but you’re still warm—from sleeping, perhaps? The weather outside is far from hot, the night breeze cool after the rain. 

You sit up, allowing your eyes to adjust to lantern-lit room. It’s still dark outside, but there’s enough light from the inside to let you look at him more closely. Nobunaga, he said his name was. What an awfully human name. His raven black hair frames his face, carnelian eyes seemingly glowing as he focuses on the cups. You can see his profile quite clearly from your spot in the mid-sized room—the slide of his nose, his lips, his jawline…

Even while appearing human he possesses an unmistakably supernatural aura. It’s almost visible to the naked eye, rolling off of him slowly in huge amounts like midnight waves by the beach. There’s something about him that draws you in—that something being everything.

“How are you feeling?”

“Confused,” you reply, as if you didn’t just pass out. You regard your clothing: a silk sleeping kimono and a beautiful red haori that you are thankful for, as it effectively covers the curve of your bosom. Your irouchikake is neatly folded by the side of the futon, and you try to ignore the fact that he undressed and redressed you. Did he see you naked?

“How long was I out for?”

“An hour, maybe a little more. You collapsed while trying to walk.” He walks toward you with a cup. “Drink.”

Liquor sounds counterproductive right now, but it could help you accept the more bizarre things that will undoubtedly unfold, so you take it from his hand. There’s a spark when your finger touches his. You do your best not to let your surprise show and grab the cup before downing its contents whole, the warmth down your throat distracting you from the effects of his touch.

His eyes watch you and you notice that his face is rather close. He is handsome, exceptionally so, and it frightens you a little to be thinking that in such a situation. You have pressing questions that are more important than admiring his physique—you can’t let yourself be distracted.

“You came here expecting some answers,” he says. He’s doing that again, ‘reading your mind’. Casually placing a hand on your forehead, he gauges your warmth, and upon finding none, he returns to the corner to carry the table closer to the futon. “But before I entertain your questions, you must entertain me first.”

“Go?” You ask, inspecting the board game spread out on the low table. 

“Surely you are familiar.”

“Yes,” you answer. Popular temple pastime. Still, it’s surprising to know that he indulges in human games.

The next few minutes are filled with silence, with the exception of the clicks and clacks of pieces on the wooden board. For a lone god dwelling in a mountain, he is a great player—never rushing, almost as if savoring the consideration of each move. You, on the other hand, find yourself mostly trying to avoid being overpowered. A strategy that is working so far, but you feel that it won’t last for long.

He pauses during his move, watching his pieces intently, and you can’t help but stare.

His hands and fingers look strong, yet elegant, the kind you’d see in koto or shamisen players. He wears a simple black kimono decorated with gold elaborate designs, leaving behind his additional outer layers—even gods have attires that are purely ceremonial, you suppose. The loose sleeves allow you a glance at his forearms, beautifully curved with muscle. Without checking yourself, your gaze goes up and up, to his shoulders and collarbone, to the teasing parting of his kimono on his chest, to his collarbone—

By the time you arrive at his face, he’s already looking at you, a positively smug expression pasted on his face. You look down at the go board despite it not being your turn yet—the embarrassment! Willing all your blood to avoid your cheeks at all cost, you try to focus on the game.

It makes you wonder why you lost. The focusing did more harm than good, so it seems, or he’s just really good at playing. 

“Was that entertainment enough for you?” You say, brushing your loose hair as a temporary distraction. You still refuse to believe he caught you staring.

“Quite,” he answers amusedly, putting away the pieces and the board. “It has been a while since I’ve had a human opponent.” Which means he’s always played against inhumans. You wonder if his playmates are other gods, a question that you decide to push to the bottom of the list. Important questions only.

“You may speak your business,” he declares, sounding official even as he casually pours out another glass, this time for him as well. 

“May I be honest with you,” you pause, “Lord Nobunaga?”

He doesn’t seem to dislike the honorific. Also, you realize the redundancy of your question too late. He can see through you like a book. Wordlessly he permits you to continue, examining you with unreadable eyes. How unfair it is, that you’re so transparent in front of him while he’s still such a mystery.

“You have ruled over us for centuries, and never has it been written that you demand young women as part of the annual sacrifice. Why now?”

Again, Kiku’s voice rings in your ear. He said your name... he wants you.

“Destiny,” he answers, as if simply announcing the weather. “It is destiny that demands it, not I. Us gods may be almighty, but none of us are more powerful than destiny. Not even the Great Mother can escape it.”

You don’t even have to ask the question.

“You call her Amaterasu, ancient beyond all ages.”

“The Sun Goddess,” you murmur, nodding, “of course.”

“To us, she is the Great Mother of all beings, god and man alike. Even now she watches over us from the sky each day, but she has said that she is not above destiny. One day, though far away that day may be, the sun will die out.”

You remain quiet, considering your words. “So you’re saying destiny told you to marry?”

“At the beginning of my existence, destiny has whispered to me my predeterminations. I did not ask for a life of conquests—it was handed to me. My powers are the same.”

He looks at you just then, with a tenderness that no man has ever looked at you with. His hand reaches out for yours, enclosing around it with warm fingers, as if the electricity from before had melted away. Your heart skips a beat. 

“Your name was given to me when I came to being. I saw not your face, but the very essence of your soul. I have known you long before your ancestors were born—and I waited.”

There is a certain weight in his words, but strangely you feel your soul soaring in response. His warm hand feels as though it is holding your heart instead, gently and with great care, and you feel like you could give up right then and there.

“Have you no influence on people’s lives?” You ask quietly, as if not wanting to speak at all. You remember whatever romantic encounters you had with men—were those experiences merely to keep you accessible for him? There’s bitterness in your throat when you speak again.

“Could you not have any part in mine, some way to lead me to you?”

“I could,” he begins, and as he speaks he strokes your fingers with his thumb. You find it very comforting. “But everyone is bound to fate. I didn’t have to because I know that you are bound to me,” at these words he gently squeezed your hand, looking at it with an almost nostalgic look on his face, “and I to you.”

“So self-assured, even for a god.” Your commentary is meant to be incisive, maybe a tad reprimanding, but it comes out nearly like a loving, welcoming nudge. The corner of his lips turn into a smirk, definitely catching the same connotation, and you find yourself embarrassed, not unlike the way you were during the Go game earlier. 

“If you understand the course in which fate’s threads run, you’d be confident too.”

Perhaps he is discreetly addressing the creeping insecurities holding you back despite how right it feels to trust him. You want to just because it is the natural thing to do, but in the crevices of your heart lie doubts, and they have teeth, sinking into you slowly. What about the message he delivered himself—the young bride he wanted? Surely he knows of the abbot’s younger daughter.

“If you’ve known my name and face, why shoot an arrow from the sky?”

“To teach your father a lesson,” he answers. He always has an answer, it seems.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “When he was only following your instructions?”

Something changes about his face, the subtleness of it making you think that he is somewhat surprised at your rebuke. He stops stroking your hands. When he looks into your eyes, it’s clear that he is searching for something that he doesn’t find. You’re left confused.

“What?” You ask, not able to stand the stillness.

“You don’t know,” he declares then, returning to his normal self, but in his amber-like eyes is reluctance.

“What is it that I do not know?” You ask again, insistent.

He seems to consider this for a while, examining your face like he’s evaluating how determined you are to know the truth. Seeing no signs of hesitation on your part, he yields, though everything about him remains as composed as ever. He then holds both your forearms, and with a sliding motion down to your hands, tells you to open your palms and face them up. You feel your breath picking up and heart palpitating, unsure of what he is about to do to you—he is going to explain, isn’t he?

“I shall show you,” he answers your silent question. “Close your eyes.”

You do as you’re told.

He purses his lips slightly, watching as you sit, eyes closed, in front of him on the futon. He has never been the deity that meddles into human affairs too much, only interfering if necessary. And at this moment, it is necessary—you have climbed many steps to reach his dwelling looking for answers. He saw this coming, yet it is still rather unfitting for him to be the one revealing such a personal matter. 

But denying you the truth would be unfair.

So he cups your cheek and he still finds it unreal. One would think meeting a god is unreal, but for so long you’ve been a phantom in his mind, shapeless and untouchable, and now you’re alive, in the flesh in front of him. His hand wanders up to your forehead, mapping your skin, feeling its warmth. Closing his own eyes for focus, he then presses his thumb gently to the center of your forehead, and begins to chant.

The incantation is foreign to your ears, but a few seconds in and you recognize a familiar feeling: floating. You almost feel drowsy, like you’re stuck between consciousness and sleep, but an uneasy sensation up your spine prevents you from losing grip of reality. His voice grows louder, unnaturally so, as you hear an otherworldly echo after each phrase he recites.

Images begin to float in your mind. The stone patterns of the staircase heading up the mountain repeats before your eyes, but this time it’s heading downwards. You follow the path, down, down, reminding you of the fever dream you had in the prayer room. It feels real. You can smell the earth in the rain, hear the sound of the bamboo forests rustling. From the sky above, his voice resounds, a constant stream of recitations as your vision brings you down the mountain. It isn’t long until you reach the temple.

The night is dark and none of the lights are on. In fact, it looks as though no one is home. You feel a force guiding you inside the main building at the furthest area of the temple grounds, where your family lives. All the hallways are empty, and you see nobody on the way to your quarters. Your heart begins to beat faster as you approach your room, the sliding doors just an arm’s reach away. What are you doing here?

It is then the sliding door next to your room opens, slowly. You feel your throat clench, blocking the air to your lungs—Kiku emerges from the darkness, looking around her cautiously, and even though you’re right in front of her, she can’t seem to see you. Astounded, you follow behind her. Where could she be going, sneaking out in the dead of the night?

You don’t have to venture far. Kiku is swift but silent, tiptoeing to minimize the sound of her footsteps, and before you know it, you find yourself at the hallway leading to the temple’s stone courtyard.

The sight before you stops you in your tracks.

Kiku runs towards a man at the edge of the grounds, a familiar silhouette in the night. Once within arm’s reach, the man brings her into an embrace, and she willingly buries her face in his chest. He tips her chin up and leans down to kiss her, deep and hurried, and it only takes one second before Kiku brings her hands to his face. Their lips lock desperately, like they only have the night to be together, but they eventually part. The man takes her hand as the two of them rush towards the stairs leading to the village, disappearing out of your sight.  

I swear I love him! So much...

It is then the pressure on your forehead disappears—you don’t realize how warm your skin feels—and you open your eyes, once again finding yourself back in the room with Nobunaga. He has stopped chanting, quietly peering into your face out of concern masked with composure. You realize that he’s holding your hand now, and that you’re in a cold sweat again.

You stare at him.

At sundown, a fiery arrow shall come down from the sky and pierce the roof of the house in which this virgin dwells.

“Kiku—”

“She gave herself to the man she truly loved, even while knowing she cannot be with him.” He says, not letting go of your hand. It sounds like he is complimenting her. Meanwhile, you still feel trapped in the dream, all the memories of the next morning rushing back to you like a river runs.

Kiku has always been an early bird, but nobody ever considered that perhaps she didn’t sleep the night before.

“She really did love him,” you murmur.

“She still does,” Nobunaga tells you.

“But what does this have to do with teaching my father a lesson?”

“You should know that your sister and her lover is bound for each other,” he says, “like us.” You feel your heart jump at the addition. “Once fate decides, there is little man can do, though there are a few notable exceptions to this law. Your father, however, severed their relationship on the basis of his own arrogance.”

“Father thought the man’s social standing wasn’t up to par,” you add bitterly.

“He was clearly blindsided by the honor of his daughter becoming the bride,” Nobunaga continues, beginning to stroke your hand again, yet his words are unchangingly straightforward, “and again, he made the mistake of preferential treatment.”

“Did you arrange for this to happen?”

“I only plan what is necessary, and the whole commotion with your younger sister was not. If I had it my way, you would be here much earlier.” At this, he moves to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The way his face tenses up slightly tells you that his regret is sincere. “As a matter of fact, I believe this to be predetermined by fate.”

“How so?”

“It is your father who has repeatedly behaved out of pride. First, he cast away an honest man who loved your sister for poor prestige, and then he sent the wrong bride out of personal preference. A mistake it may be, but standing on selfishness nevertheless.” He proceeds to comb your locks, a gesture you absolutely don’t hate. Dare you say his moderately intimate touches are keeping you grounded. 

“Now,” he begins again, “I shall justify why I believe fate is punishing your father. He is an abbot of a temple who has the privilege to be in my presence once a year, and whose duty is to intercede for my worshippers, keeping them in my favor. At present, he has failed to perform perhaps my most important instruction yet, a mistake that is not at all a secret amongst the people. One would consider incompetent, would one not?”

“To err is human, my lord,” you reply, albeit conflicted. You’re not sure why you’re defending your father.

“His true err is in his idea of principality behind his actions. If he didn’t desire to see only one of his children succeed because the other doesn’t adhere to his narrow-minded standards of decorum, he would’ve sent you to me. A head priest should know that the established practice is always based on succession, in which you come first. As for your sister, no suspicion shall be cast upon her amidst the turbulence surrounding the head priest, and so she will remain protected from all judgement until he is reunited with her lover.”  

Kiku, happily together with the man she loves most! You can almost see her in that shiromuku again, this time with a groom next to her and a bright smile on her face. You become quiet, unable to admonish what he said, mostly because you long for it to be true—the part where Kiku is happy, at least. Instead you resort to another question.

“Is destiny punishing my father by discrediting him, then?”  

The corners of his lips are upturned and at that moment you realize how much the man in front of you knows. It could be that you’ve been in his presence for too long it makes you forget he is a god.

“Destiny’s punishment is by demotion.”

Your eyes widen. For the first time tonight, he is truly smiling at you.

“I have known your soul since I was a new god, and for that same amount of time, I have known you to be not only a wife, but a partner.”

“Partner?”

“My bride is predestined to also be a goddess.”

And she will dwell in the seiiki with him forever.

“As a human-turned-deity, you have the benefit of communicating with the people with no need for intercession and freedom to visit the mortal plane as you please. The head of the temple shall only rule over rituals of worship. We shall be known then as no longer two, but one.”

With you totally appalled, he takes the opportunity to lift you up by the waist and place you in his lap. 

“It is said by fate.”

You should still be in shock, but it’s as though your eyes have truly been opened, and every little second of your life has led you to this very moment. Everything makes sense. You remember the spark between your skin and his when they first brushed against each other, the palpitations of your heart when you entered the holy grounds. All of a sudden, the only thing you want to do is stay with him and never leave—it is unthinkable, for you would never want to escape from your very own sanctuary. He may have just offered you godliness in all its power, yet all you hear is an earnest proposal, to which there is only one answer. At that realization, you can’t help but smile—how are you supposed to reject when you can’t even think of the word ‘no’? 

He leans forward and presses the most tender kiss to your jaw. The touch of his lips is soft and unhurried, but it leaves a heated sensation on your skin. Then, nudging his nose against yours, he begins to speak. 

In nothing but a whisper, he calls your name, followed by the name of your mother, and your mother’s mother, and her mother before that. You sigh as he does, an unnatural shiver running up your spine. Everything about him emits warmth. It reminds you of the sensations you felt earlier when he lifted the enchantment off of the paper—you see flashes of your ancestor’s faces in your mind’s eye, only for them to comfortably slip like sand between your fingers, leaving only you and him in stillness.

He brings his hands up to cup your face, making you look straight at him. On his face is a mix of confidence and warmth.

“How would you like to rule the world at my side?”

You answer by gently kissing him on the lips, and the first rays of morning sun start to shine outside.

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[lulidrafts]

Round 10 | Nobunaga x MC

One more spicy kiss. And why not? he’s the Devil King of the 6th Heaven, he can do whatever he likes 🤭.. i mean look at her hand she definitely approves

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[fandom-collective-writers]

Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Tangled Limbs

Title: Tangled Limbs

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Nobunaga Oda

Genre: Romance + smoot

Warnings: Sexy time

Kinks: hOHOHO lemme tell you we got dirty talk, nipple play, mutual masturbation, wall sex, probably more

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2136 words

POV: second person

Authors: @mythiica​ and @rikumorimachisgirl​

Requested by: @elievalentine

Other comments: we took this and ran with it; sorry for the late posting! We both had issues with technology/not having access to a computer, but trust us, the smut in this makes up for it. We hope you enjoy!!

You might have poked yourself hundreds of times trying to complete the kimono, but you finally manage to finish it. The fabrics that Nobunaga bought you seem to shine in the sunlight, and it is very soft to the touch. Happy with your creation, you slip it over your shoulders and tie it in the front. The pattern overlaps and flows seamlessly – as if it is a single piece of fabric.

          Twirling around in front of the full-body mirror, you smile widely, and with the first ray of the sun just peeking through the horizon, you quickly make your way to Nobunaga.  After knocking on the door to the tenshu, you wait for him to reply. You hear his voice through the screen and enter quickly.

         “Look, Nobunaga!”

         He lifts his head from the documents he had been reviewing and grins when he sees you. “You made this?”

         “Of course I did!”

         “With your own hands?” he teases. “Come, let me inspect it closer.” Nobunaga reaches out and offers you his hand. You place your own in his and sit down. He pulls your sleeve close so that he may admire the fine stitching. “I don’t believe you!”

         “Nobunaga!” you whine, pulling your hand back.

         But he shakes his head. “I’ll have to ask you to take it off so I may look closer.” You whip around, suddenly blushing, and stare into Nobunaga’s eyes. He is casually leaning his head against his arm, looking at you with wide eyes as he wears a sly smirk. “I bet you look even better with your clothes off, anyways.”

         “W-What?”

         Nobunaga stands up to match your height and wraps his arms around your waist, rocking you back and forth. He tucks his chin into the crook of your neck and kisses the exposed skin. His touch makes you pulsate with electricity, and you shiver at his mercy. “Come now, I’ll help you…” Nobunaga’s hand slips past the fold in the kimono and his fingers graze your nipple.

         You arch your back against him when he pinches your bud and twists it slightly. When your mouth falls open to moan, Nobunaga slips the fingers of his other hand past your lips. You choke slightly on his digits, causing saliva to dribble down your chin. Panting heavily, you try to twist your neck so that you can see him, but Nobunaga keeps your jaw in place.

         He lowers his head and whispers into your ear, “Won’t you show me what else those nimble fingers of yours are good at?” Nobunaga’s voice is low and husky like he knows that his voice can turn you on easily.

         Leading you to the futon on the other side of the room, Nobunaga removes his hand from inside your kimono and spins you around. He works quickly to remove his own clothing, suddenly fueled by an urgency to take you right then and there. You simultaneously strip the kimono you made and are careful to fold it and put it away. Nobunaga catches your wrist and throws the clothing article onto his desk before cupping your face and kissing you deeply. He cares little for the formalities, and demands he have you.

         His tongue invades your mouth, and you moan against him as your hands trace the muscles of his torso. You can’t help but grind against his erection to tease him back, but he bites your bottom lip in annoyance when you do.

         Nobunaga takes a seat on the futon and pumps his member slowly while keeping eye contact with him. You take a seat between his legs and reach for his cock, but Nobunaga stops you. “No, come here,” he orders.

         Though you are confused, you do as you are told and take a seat next to him. Nobunaga pulls your leg over his lap, exposing your cunt to him. He wraps his arm around you and rubs his fingers against your slit. The position is strange, but it allows you to give Nobunaga a handjob – so you lean forward slightly and run your fingers down his length, showing off your nimble fingers, as he called them.

         You don’t recall ever doing mutual masturbation, but besides the hassle of tangling your limbs with him, it’s quite the thrill. Nobunaga’s movements are completely fluid – his fingers slip in and out of you before he starts to rub your clit mercilessly. You pant heavily as he drags his tongue across your neck. “You’re slowing down, princess. Is that what you do your fabrics when they give you a rough time?”

         The lit in his voice angers you, but this is merely a ploy to urge you to match the lust burning in his blood.

         Because you do not reply immediately, Nobunaga grips your ankle with a hand and yanks it swiftly, causing you to slip from your position. “Nobunaga!” you squeal as you scramble to sit up. “I thought you wanted me to-”

         But, like the tease he is, Nobunaga cuts you off by smashing his lips against yours. His fingers reclaim your clit, and he is quick to remind you of the pleasure you had been experiencing not a few minutes ago.

         “Oh, I do want you to… so be a good girl and make me cum at the same time I make you cum.”

         Your breath hitches in your throat at his challenge. Certainly you were not expecting this when you decided you wanted to show Nobunaga your new kimono. Nonetheless, you would not change your place for anything in the world.

         His smirk is contagious, and you feel the corners of your lips curling upwards. “Yes, my lord.” You curl your fingers round his hardened length and rack your memories for the things he likes the most. As you strum your fingers along the side of his member, you rub his frenulum until his breathing becomes more labored than before.

         Nobunaga grunts and arches his back before curling his fingers inside of you. The squelching sound arouses him greatly, and he catches your bruised lips with his own to kiss you.

         When you press the tip of your finger to his cock, Nobunaga bites your bottom lip to suppress his moan. You pump his member until the prominent veins in the side of his cock bulge against your palm. Your essence dribbles down your open thighs as you reach your climax — Nobunaga is soon the follow as his seed shoots forward as a strangled rendition of your name escapes his mouth.

You wake up to the feather-light feeling as someone strokes your hair ever so gently. Outside, you hear birds chirping happily, and inhale the delectable aroma of miso soup wafting in the air. As you squint your eyes as you adjust to the brightness of the room, you hear him chuckle beside you.

         "You finally decide to wake up, " Nobunaga whispers in your ear just as he stops stroking your hair.

         "I didn't even know I fell asleep, " you respond while rubbing the drowsiness of your eyes. You then notice him staring at you, with a mischievous smile upon his handsome face, and you blush. "So…"

         "So?"

         You feel your face turning several shades redder by the second. "Did you like it?"

         He traces your jaw fondly.  "Did I like what? You'll have to be more specific." Your pout makes him laugh, and the sound instantly lifts your spirit. "I don't deny that I liked our little morning tryst."

         "Me, too, Nobunaga. I'm so happy." You boldly inch closer to give him a peck on the cheek, before getting out of the futon, much to his disappointment.

         "What are you doing?"

         "Getting dressed, " you respond as you pick up the discarded kimono from the floor. It was slightly wrinkled from being carelessly thrown off, so you shake it a few times.

         "But it's still early."

         "No, it's not. I'm the chatelaine and I've got a job to do, " you remind him while you slip the sleeve over your shoulders.

         "Yes, your job is to make me happy, " he declares arrogantly. As he spins you around to face him, you gasp in surprise at how he'd gone from lying on the futon to standing behind her in a matter of seconds.

         "Nobunaga… really?"

         He backs you up against the wall and starts to trail kisses your cheek down to your jaw and your throat. "Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" He ran his hands up and down your body, cupping your breasts as he continues to pepper your neck with kisses. Once more, he slips one hand in the open lapel of your kimono and took one of your pebbled nipples in between his fingers. As his hands played with your breasts, his mouth settles on your pulse point and begins to suck on the tender flesh. You moan and begin to feel wet and warm down your core.

         "Still thinking of leaving?"

         "I… I…"

         "Perhaps I have not made myself clear, " he murmurs as he presses his middle finger into your hot core. Your raspy whimpers as he pumps his finger in and out encouraged him to continue his ministrations, and you feel your legs turning to jelly. Your eyes widen as he drops on his knees in front of you and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder.

         "Nobu - ah…" you moan as his tongue skillfully laps at your wet folds, flicking his tongue against your clit. The sensation is far too strong, you suddenly feel the need to hold on to something to keep you upright.

         "Hold on to me, " he says, his voice vibrating against your sensitive pussy. With your hands tangled in his hair, he shifts his head to a different angle. And as he slips his tongue inside you, lapping at every bit of your sweet nectar, you were so sure you had died and gone to heaven.

         The moment you came down from your high, Nobunaga stands and you sag against him, catching your breath. "You are amazing, " you whisper, and he laughs heartily.

         "Of course I'm amazing. I'm your boyfriend, " he says cockily, and adds, "but I do hope you don't think that was the end because we're just getting started."

         And with that, he hoists you on his waist and enters you in one swift motion. You throw your head back and moan as you feel him fully sheathed inside you, but he doesn't move. You usually love how considerate he is in giving you time to adjust to his size, but not today. He's made you want him so badly, you grind your hips against him to coax him. "Nobunaga… please…"

         "Please what?"

         You frown at him. Was he really going to play hard-to-get now of all times? "Now's not the time to - ohhhh… " You throw your head back as he rolled his hips and pushed every last inch of his cock inside you.

         "You were saying?" The smug look on his face says it all - he was going to make you pay for even thinking of getting out of his futon earlier. You feel him pull his cock out, leaving the tip at your entrance, before pushing in at a slow and steady pace. You whimper and thrash against him impatiently, but he continues to smirk at move leisurely, knowing the pace of his movement is pure torture. Desperately, you hold his face and kiss him deeply, your tongue slipping in his slightly open mouth. You move your legs around his hips as he picked up the pace and started pounding on you relentlessly.

         "Yes, yes… just like that…" You dig your fingernails on his back and throw your head in ecstasy. Your moans become louder as he drives his cock inside you harder and harder every single time.

         As you reach your climax, you feel your muscles clench around his cock, and you marvel at his self-control as he allows you to come down from your orgasm before moving inside you once again, building up his own orgasm. It doesn't take long before he grunts and shoots his seed inside you, and you moan at the heavenly sensation of being filled by his cum.

         Nobunaga pulls out and takes an uneasy step backward. Exhaling slowly, he stretches his back and runs a hand through his hair. Sweat makes his muscles gleam in the light and mattes his hair down to his forehead. He picks you up again and tucks you into the futon before laying down next to you. He pulls you close to inhale your scent.

         “For the record, the kimono is beautiful.”

         “Thank you,” you reply softly as a blush spreads across your face.

         He takes your hand and kisses your palm. “But I still prefer you without clothing~”

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[cailann]

Uncle Theo with his little nephew. ♥

This is a collaboration with the one and only @towa-no-yume check out her fluffy Theo story~

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[redheadkittys]

Merry Christmas

...to all of my followers and friends...i hope you all have great peaceful and cozy days full of laughter with the ppl you love the most so eat delicious food and make great memories...this will be the first christmas without my mom but I know she's here with us bc she's in our hearts and memories...i only wanted you all to know that i am thankful to met such wonderful ppl here❤️...

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Happy holidays

#...and I hope nobody must be alone on these days... #...if you feel sad plz feel free to message me... #Personal #...merry Christmas...

[lovingikesen]

tagged by @minty-fresh-kicks ❤❤❤! Thank you so much for the tag, self posivity content is always welcome and i love seeing people finding the good sutff on themselves ❤ When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

I love learning and usually i learn pretty fast

If you are friends with me,i would die for you

Im really simple when it came to food and gifts, i will be that little kid dancing of hapinness because he got a banana as a present

Im cosmo laughing at pudding. I spent too many years being sad that now im just like “fuck it, its funny, im gonna laught about it”

As much as i always say i dont like people i still want to try to help anyone in any way i can, even if all you need is talk to someone i’ll do it 

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