#*Nobunaga is entertained*

[ask-nobunaga-oda]

Oh wow.

Apparently I'm the only one that wants to see Nobunaga plow Kicho's ass into next week :/

Edit: heehohohohho

[lokh]

reading and learning

[la-squadra1234]

hunter_x_hunter12123

That is the username to the TikTok account that I just made I have multiple, but this is the one that I will share!

If you want to see hunter X, hunter edits and cute/funny pictures definitely go follow. I made it just a little over an hour ago and I made to posts already…

[citrus-writing]

Is chrollo against using a condom

This is a good question! 

I think most yanderes are willing to take your preferences into consideration, at least a little bit, especially for a compliant and willing darling. If you’re good for them, they’ll be good to you. 

If you’re only hung up with having sex with the man who kidnapped you is using a condom, then he’ll entertain the notion- it’s a small price to pay to finally, finally, have you. 

But if you fight and kick and scream, then you don't deserve the reward of having your preferences considered. If you’re noncompliant, what reason does your yandere have to respect your boundaries? 

I think chrollo is especially willing to respect your wishes, he really wants you to be sweet and willing and relaxed for him, he wants to take you apart piece by piece, and if this is the hill you're willing to die on, he’ll let it slide. He will, however, use it against you later. How kind he’s been. How considerate. He doesn't have to be, you know. 

Most open to the use of condoms: chrollo, nobunaga, franklin, kurapika, leorio 

Somewhat resistant: phinks, uvogin, shalnark, pariston 

Completely opposed: ILLUMI, hisoka, silva

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 3-Threesome-Chrollo/Reader/HIisoka

Notes:  i've actually never written Chrollo, i hope this doesn't turn out ooc. Something about him is so vague, he's difficult to write, lol. Also I looked up poker hands for your welcome. I play poker with my family sometimes, but we prefer blackjack for whatever reason lol. Also i've never played the strip variety lol

It was raining. Drops fell through the jagged holes in the ceiling of the abandoned building, wetting the floor in uneven patches. It was dusk, a gloomy gray light cut with the golden candlelight coming from the candles scattered across the floor. You wished your colleagues had shelled out for a nice hotel. Heck, you would take a motel, anything with four walls, a roof, and wifi. But alas, the members of the Phantom troupe who were assigned to find shelter were the most dramatic ones(Chrollo, Feitan, and Nobunaga) and not any of the ones with common sense. 

And so here you were, hunched over your laptop. Gloomily watching the battery slowly tick down the hours until you would need to charge it at a net cafe, and occasionally moving to dodge raindrops. The sound of your fingers hitting the keys fills the large cavernous room, interspersed with the turning of pages and the occasional fluttering of cards to the ground.

There wasn't much to do, in the random abandoned lot the spiders had decided to hunker down in. You could sleep, you supposed. But the only other two people occupying the room would probably sabotage that. You would wake up with clown makeup(the actual clown makeup, not the stuff Hisoka wore) and a card tower balancing precariously on your stomach. And you would know, it had happened before. Your only other option was taking the forty-minute trek into town. Through the rain, which actually sounded more unpleasant than the clown makeup. At least that stuff came off. 

The sounds of Hisoka’s cards falling to the ground punctuate the formerly peaceful silence, and you sigh, watching your battery move to ten percent. Maybe it would take pity on you and that ten percent would last the rest of the night. A card wizzes by your ear. You don't even flinch.

“I'm busy, Hisoka.” You say, not even turning. He's probably where he was when the rest of the phantom troupe members left earlier, sitting cross-legged on the rock floor, making card towers.

“You don't look busy~” Hisoka says, from behind you. Another card lands beside you, this one a foot away from your thigh. You lay stretched out on the floor, propped up uncomfortably on your arms, occasionally typing on your computer. Every couple of minutes you obsessively switched positions. You got antsy after sitting for too long. 

“I'm working.” You say in return. Hisoka hums, and you imagine him tilting his head in confusion like a cat. Actually, you're watching a show. Muted with subtitles, because you forgot your headphones and you don't want to venture into the storm to get them. But that's none of his business.

Your battery ticks down to seven percent. Chrollo, sitting dramatically up on a rock at the front of the building, turns a page of his book. Another card wizzes by you, this one hitting an inch or two away from your computer keypad. You roll your eyes.

“Stop that.” You say, annoyance leaking into your voice. Hisoka chuckles. 

“But I'm bored~” He whines, sounding closer than before. You roll your eyes.

“Build another card tower.” 

“I'd rather not,” Hisoka returns, and another card flies by, this one dangerously close to your computer screen. “Bothering you is much more entertaining.”

“Careful!” You grumble. Your computer battery blinks, five percent taunting you. “If you break my computer you have to buy me a new one.”

Hisoka's response comes in the form of another card, this one landing a centimeter from your keyboard. Fed up you turn, glaring at the clown sitting behind you.

“Fuck you Hisoka,” You grumble, “just let me waste the rest of my battery in peace.”

He doesn't respond, just smiles at you. You hate to admit you find him attractive. He’s definitely moved closer and now sits perched above you on a rock, leaning back casually, hands lazily flicking cards about the hideout. 

You wished desperately that you had just taken a normal job, maybe as a receptionist or a waitress, and not decided to join the spiders of all things. You blamed it on your terrible taste in men. And your sister's ex-boyfriend. Because maybe, after your sister had come crying to you, telling you that John had cheated, you had immediately gone to beat him up. You had ended up beating him up pretty bad and went home and that was the end of it. 

Until you woke up the next morning, saw the spiders sitting in your living room, and dropped your coffee. After you cleaned up the mess, they informed you in various volumes, that because you had defeated one of their members you had to become a member. You had initially declined, and then you saw certain handsome men in spirit Halloween costumes and you folded like wet paper. So here you are, kind of deeply regretting your rash decisions. 

Chrollo turns another page. Water drips from the ceiling and hits your nose. You jerk back, turning back to your computer. Which is dead. Or course.

Grumbling, you slam the computer closed and lay back on the ground, letting the stone cool you down, and listening to the rain as it hits the building around you. It's peaceful, the smell of fresh rain, intermixed slightly with two different types of cologne and the faint smell of mildew. The rain calms you down from your annoyance, the cold sinking into your skin and putting a damper on your annoyance.

 If only you could find it in yourself to truly hate Hisoka. He was a nuisance, constantly inconveniencing you on a daily basis, and jokingly flirting with you because he knew it annoyed you. And you would get so fed up and upset and then he would smirk and you would see his stupid handsome face and you just couldn't bring yourself to truly hate him. 

His joke flirting actually kind of hurts you, because you know he's only doing it as a joke. You know he doesn't actually think you're attractive. Neither does Chrollo, now that you think about it, but at least he didn't give you false hope. He was straightforward in his dismissiveness. 

You sigh, and turn onto your side, already antsy. A breeze gusts across your face. A warm breeze.

The smell of flowers and blood hits your nose. How odd. 

You knew there were patches of greenery outside of the building, and there were probably a few inside as well, but blood? As far as you knew no one had died here yet. You sniff harder, your brow furrowed in confusion. And then a hand lands on your side. Your eyes fly open in shock, and Hisoka grins at you from his position mirroring you on the floor, about a foot away. You shriek in shock, as Hisokas hand strokes up and down your waist and hips. 

“You're loud.” He says, his mouth curving in a smirk. It sounds suggestive, but everything he says sounds suggestive. Unfortunately, he looks even more handsome up close. 

“You scared the crap out of me,” You grumble. “The hell Hisoka.”

“Oops, sorry.” He says. He doesn't look sorry and his hand is still stroking your side as you lie side by side on the cold stone of the floor. You hate how much that hand makes your stomach flutter. Rolling over you purposely trying to ram him onto his back. Maybe his stupid hair will get crushed. 

But alas, his body is a brick wall, and of course you only succeed in crushing your front into his muscled chest. Your face flushes, hidden where it is in his pecs, and you try to pull away. But an iron arm is holding you against him. Against all reason, you can hear his heart beating evenly in his chest. Your own skips around, propped up by the butterflies in your stomach. You wiggle, trying to escape but only managing to free your arms from his iron embrace. 

“My my, how eager.” Hisoka coos, probably about to say something equal parts annoying and mortifying. “You could have just asked.”

You dig your fingernails into his shoulders, trying to unsuccessfully pry yourself away from his body. Hisoka only chuckles.

“Fuck you,” You say against his chest. 

“Mm, maybe later.” Hisoka hums. You sigh.

“Chrollo? Your subordinate is suffocating me.” You grumble. You can't see him from here, but you assume he's still sitting on his big boss rock. He chuckles, and you hear a page turn.

“Let her go, Hisoka.” He says, sounding way too amused for your liking. Hisoka obliges, but not before his hand finds its way onto your ass. You kick his leg, and hold back the urge to ask him to do it again. Chrollo has put his book down, and is now watching the two of you curiously, illuminated by the candle sitting a few inches from his weird leather coat. Why both of the men in the room with you dress like absolute weirdos, you’ll never know. 

“You just let me squirm for a while, huh.” You grumble at him. He smiles

“You seemed like you were enjoying it, I didn't want to interrupt.” He replies, the candlelight flicking on the pale skin of his abs. You always wondered why he chose a leather jacket without a shirt, but you weren't going to ask and embarrassed yourself. He's snarky tonight for some reason. 

You flush, hiding it with a glare. 

“I was not enjoying anything!” You say, at the same time Hisoka unhelpfully chimes in with, “aww, don't be jealous Chrollo.”

You shoot Hisoka a weird look, but Chrollo only laughs. The sound echoes in the like twenty feet of space between you and Hisoka, and Chrollo on his big boss rock.

“Stop looming over us like that.” You say, flopping into a cross-legged position across from Hisoka. He's pulled himself up from the ground and is shuffling his cards in his hand. “If you're gonna talk you have to come down.”

Chrollo laughs. “Sure dear.” He says, and you watch him jump gracefully down from his perch and join the two of you on the ground in a little circle. 

Hisoka hums quietly, playing some weird nonsensical card game. Chrollo has opened his book again. You're the only one with nothing to do. 

“What are you reading anyway?” You ask the man beside you. Chrollo, sitting a foot away from you, looks up. 

“The Divine Comedy.” He says, flipping the heavy cover to show you. You roll your eyes so far back into your head they just might get stuck there. 

“How dull,” Hisoka says, and for once, you find yourself in complete agreement. 

“I shouldn't have asked, huh.” You mutter, settling back against a rock with a sigh. Chrollo raises an eyebrow.

“I take it you aren't a fan?” He asks, closing Dantes' glorified fanfic and placing it beside him. You roll your eyes with a sigh.

“Too long. Boring. Would rather read Crime and Punishment, at least that has a romance plotline.” You say, picking dirt from under your nails. “Do you even read, Hisoka?”

“Of course,” Hisoka replies, gathering all of his cards from their nonsensical placements. Cautiously, but too curious for your own good, you raise an eyebrow. He smiles at your silence, shuffling the cards in his hands. “Aren't you curious?”

“No,” You lie, watching him shuffle. You are curious, but for once you decide to hold your tongue.

Hisoka starts dealing three piles of cards. You eye him suspiciously.

“What are we playing?” You ask cautiously. It's always a good idea to air on the side of caution with Hisoka. The man just oozes sketchy vibes.

“Strip poker,” Hisoka replies. Your mouth drops open.

“Hell no.” You say. Hisoka pouts, looking almost harmless. Almost.

“You scared?”

“Fuck you.” You return. “No way in hell am I betting against you.”

It seems like an extremely unwise idea to play any games that have anything at all to do with lying or gambling against Hisoka of all people. You were totally going to lose. 

Hisoka tilts his head. “I'm disappointed by your cowardness” He coos, setting his deck of cards on the ground gingerly. “You're just as dull as him.”

He's goading you. You know it, you can feel the smart voice in your brain telling you to ignore him and turn around. But he gets you.

“Fine, whatever.” You say, picking up your cards with a sigh. “This is a terrible idea.”

Out of the corner of your vision, you see Chrollo also pick up his cards. You raise your eyebrows.

“You're joining us in this tomfoolery?” You ask, genuinely pretty surprised. Chrollo smiles. 

“Seems fun,” he says, a faint light behind his eyes that you can't place. You sigh, watching as Hisoka finishes dealing.

“This kind of thing seems pretty on brand for him,” You say, gesturing at Hisoka. “But you Chrollo?”

Hisoka makes a fake offended noise, and you roll your eyes. Chrollo simply smiles.

“Maybe I have ulterior motives,” He says. Turning his attention to Hisoka, he continues, “Five card draw?”

You catch on to that sentence, but you hurriedly move along when Hisoka nods.

“Yes, the person with the lowest hand gets to strip,” he says. 

Maybe you're imagining it, but you swear he's just looking at you when he says that last bit. Perhaps a prelude of things to come. You sigh, taking a look at your cards. This is going to be a long night.

○○○

“Gimme three cards,” You say, fiddling with your necklace. Hisoka takes a large swig of beer and tosses three cards your way with a grin. So far, nothing too bad has happened. Hisoka had lost the first round, betting on nothing while you escaped with two pairs and Chrollo won with three of a kind. Hisoka had taken off one arm badly, the other one still sitting unevenly on his arm.

You had lost the next round, and taken off your earrings.

 Chrollo had followed with two losses, losing his weird earrings that looked like Christmas tree ornaments, and the useless belt hanging from his coat. You had just lost a round, taking off your white kitten heels. 

So far you were sitting pretty, although you were wearing the least of the two men, with a zip-up hoodie over a sky-blue tank top and jeans. So far Hisoka was the one with the least losses, but you doubted anyone was surprised about that anyway. If you were ever gonna go to Vegas you would take Hisoka with you, and the two of you would be walking out bathing in ritches. 

You have a good hand this round. A straight is pretty hard to beat, and even if you didn't win you would probably get at least second. Privately, you hoped Hisoka would take off his other armband. It was starting to annoy you. 

“Four cards please Hisoka,” Chrollo asks. You hide your grin behind your cards. You can taste victory on your tongue, along with cheap beer. Hisoka trades out two cards, grinning inscrutable in your direction.

“You have a good hand, right Name?” He asks, crumpling up his empty beer can and tossing into the small pile the three of you had been adding two. You roll your eyes.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don't.” You say, holding your cards reflexively against your chest. “I'm not gonna tell you.”

Hisoka carries on, smiling a little too much to be friendly. 

“Your face, although very pretty, tells me everything I need to know.” He coos, leaning towards you with a smile. “You really should work on that poker face.”

You roll your eyes. Hisoka just smiles. Chrollo ignores both of you. 

“Done?” You ask. “Let's reveal our hands already.”

Hisoka is just trying to shake you up, it's obvious. It's all the man does for god's sake. 

“Turn on three.” Chrollo says. Your eyes come to him, catching on the small drinking flush on his cheekbones. His hair is drooping from its gelled place, a few strands falling over his forehead. Hisoka, on your other side, also looks a little unhinged. More than usual anyway, with a feral light in his eyes. He never looks away from you, even as Chrollo speaks.

“One, two, three.”

The three of you flip your cards and your heart sinks. Your straight is the lowest hand on the table. Hisoka smirks, a royal flush sitting proudly in front of him. Chrollo has four of a kind. Your jaw drops in disbelief. The odds of that are absolutely insane.

“What the hell,” You say in shock. “I cant fucking believe it. I thought I was set.”

Chrollo chuckles quietly. “You must have gotten unlucky my dear.” He says, taking a small sip of beer. Hisoka smiles.

“Don't be too sad Name.” He says, gathering the cards back into his hand. “Now put on a show for us, okay?”

You roll your eyes, shrugging your sweatshirt off and onto the pile of your already discarded clothes.

“That's good enough for you, creep?” You ask, rolling your eyes again. You've been doing that a lot lately.

“I suppose it'll do for now,” Hisoka sighs, dealing the cards out again. Chrollo chuckles. 

“A rather lacking show, don't you think?” he says, picking up his cards. You shoot him a confused look.

“Your acting weird today, Chrollo.” You say, eyeing your hand. Nothing good. 

“Am i?” Chrollo says vaguely. “Whatever you say dear. Another beer, Hisoka.”

Hisoka chuckles, lobbing a beer at Chrollo, who catches it in his free hand.

Hisoka loses the next few rounds, discarding his arm band and both of his shoes. Chrollo then has to discard a few of his weird bobbles and chains, and then his shoes. You're all dangerously close to losing an important piece of clothing now. The tension in the room is rising, along with the intoxication level. 

You sigh, feeling not drunk but pleasantly buzzed. You can tell Hisoka and Chrollo feel the same. 

And then it happens. You lose the next round. 

Staring sadly at the shitty hand in front of you, you calculate your options.

You can take your shirt off, leaving you in your bra, pants and underwear. Or you could take your pants off. 

“Come on now, move along.” Hisoka coos, words somehow sounding more suggestive than normal. You roll your eyes, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it into the pile of your discarded clothes with a frown. You hope they assume the flush of your cheeks is from alcohol.

Chrollo coughs a little, tossing Hisoka his hand and averting his eyes almost politely. Hisoka just stares shamelessly, at your boobs, cupped in your light pink lacy bra. You flush.

“Stop staring, creep.” You toss your cards his way. His smirks, dealing three hands again.

Hisoka loses the next round. You giggle, shouting payback until he takes off his shirt. You swear you're not looking at his chest or anything. Chrollo loses his jacket next, and you swear the universe is taunting you as you sit there, almost bare next too to really attractive shirtless men. 

You lose the next round, leaving you on the cold stone floor in your matching underwear and bra, trying to hide your embarrassment. 

The stone is cold, but it doesn't nothing to cool the heat you feel running through your veins, gathering in your gut as Hisokas pale hand deals out the fateful cards. 

The air is filled with an odd tension, something simmering under the surface. For once, everyone is silent, the only sound is the cards hitting the floor crisply. You find yourself mesmerized by the movement, the muscles of Hisokas arms as they ripple, as the cards hit the floor. You kinda wanna kiss his muscled arms.

“See something you like?” Hisoka coos. You flinch, looking in the opposite direction. It isn't any better, now all you can see is Chrollos bare chest. You choose to look down at your cards. The room sinks into silence again, Chrollos pants rustling as he shifts positions slightly, flicking three cards down onto the ground.

You choose to trade two, hoping for a full house. And miraculously, you actually get it. Hope fills your chest as Hisoka and Chrollo trade their cards. Maybe you're safe after all. 

Candlelight flickers, the moonlight pouring in through the large windows onto the three of you, sitting in your circle, clothes littered around you. Your body thrums with head and suppressed arousal, and your nipples stand in the cold night air. You wonder if they think you're pretty. You wish they did. A breeze blows through the building and you shiver. 

“Reveal your hands on three.” Chrollo says, his voice hushed. Hisoka nods, for once not saying anything. 

“One,” Chrollo counts. Hisoka shifts, hands rearranging his baggy pants. His eyes burn into yours, the rare yellow color clouded with something you can't place. He looks feral, his hair falling slightly from its usual style,a  few strands brushing his forehead and the tips of his ears. You feel breathless.

“Two,” Chrollo says. You jerk your eyes away from Hisoka, looking at Chrollo. It's not much better over there, but at least he isn't looking at you. Eye contact is too much for your sanity. He's just as strong as Hisoka, but his build is more lean. While Hisokas shoulders taper into his small waist, Chrollo's body is more of a straight line. You resist the urge to stroke down his visible abs. The air feels hot suddenly, as Chrolllo opens his mouth one final time.

“Three.”

Time seems to slow down, as each person reveals their hand. A full house, sitting in front of your bare knees. 

A straight flush, sitting in front of Chrollo.

And a royal flush, sitting in front of Hisoka. 

Time seems to still for a moment as each person takes stock of the hands, takes stock of who lost. And then they turn to you. 

“I don't have anything left.” You say, your voice pitched soft. 

“You sure?” Hisoka coos, sliding along the floor slowly. Closing in on you. You laugh nervously, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to remain nonchalant.

“Was this all a ploy to get me naked?” You joke, avoiding eye contact. Hisoka chuckles. Chrollo remains silent. You can feel their eyes on you, tracing your body, catching on the lace hiding your privates from view. 

“Wasn't it obvious?” Chrollo says, a slight tremor in his voice. Your jaw drops open. 

“What are you talking about?” You ask. The tension still lingers in the air as you look up at Chrollo, taking in his appearance. He looks slightly disheveled, an almost invisible flush sitting high on his cheekbones, a flush on his neck. You trace it down until it disappears, and then find your eyes dropping down farther and farther until they land on the bulge in his loose pants. You swallow your shock.

“What,” You start, and then jump a little as a warm clawed hand traces your shoulder. Hisoka has crept behind you, his bare chest a few inches from your back, his hands tracing your shoulders. He bends down, and pressing a light kiss to your neck.

“What's gotten into you guys,” You ask, voice shaking as Chrollo moves forward, crouching in front of your body. His hands stroke up and down your legs, stopping just shy of your thighs. Hisoka chuckles in your ear.

“You're quite naive, you know.” He coos, one hand reaching down to flick the clasp of your bra. It comes apart seamlessly, and Hisokas hands tease the straps, the only thing shielding your boobs from hungry fingers and eyes. 

“He's so obvious, too.” Chrollo remarks, fairly casual as he presses a kiss high on your thigh. You muffle a whimper, biting your lip. He was quite physical with you. But you always brushed that off as Hisoka being Hisoka, and nothing more. Maybe you were a bit too hard on yourself.

“Why didn't you just ask,” You whimper, as Hisokas teeth scrape your neck. He leaves a hickey under your ear. 

“Already tried that.” Hisoka hums. Chrollo chuckles, hands smoothing over the delicate skin of your thighs.

“You're always so eager to reject me,” Hisoka teases, pulling your bra off with a flourish. “So mean.”

His hands whined around, nails scratching your nipples as your boobs are exposed to the cold air. 

You whimper, back arching and hands scrambling to grab something, anything. You land on Chrollo’s hair, yanking it a bit as Hisoka teases your nipples. Arousal is running through your body, and you accidentally shove Chrollo’s face into your thigh as one clawed hand grips your hair, pulling your head back.

Chrollo’s hands grip your hips, studying himself as your hands lessen slightly, allowing him to pull away from your thigh. His hair is a mess, black strands knotted in your hands. He looks a bit desperate. 

“Look at you,” Hisoka coos, clawed hand tracing slowly between your boobs, tracing up the pulse point of your neck, thumb smoothing over your lips.

“So pretty and eager for us.” 

You grumble, trying to protest, but HIsoka silences that by shoving two fingers down your throat. You give in, sucking with a whimper.

“She likes that,” Chrollo says, tossing the words upwards at the clown behind you. “She's soaked through her panties.”

You whimper in mortification, as shamefully your pussy pulses with heat. Chrollo's hands work your underwear down, pulling them off your legs and bearing your wet pussy to the cold air and Chrollo's gaze. 

The cold air hits your clit and you tense up, about to protest. And then he slips two fingers inside of you.

It's embarrassing how easy they go in, the squelch that echoes in the air. Chrollo hums in appreciation.

“She's so pretty like this.” He says, fingers fucking you open gently. You whimper in response. Hisoka chuckles in agreement.

“Indeed,” He says, the words almost a moan. “Irresistible.”

His fingers fall from your mouth, a trail of spit following as he pulls away. He pinches a nipple, drawing a moan out of your throat. 

“Wait,” You murmur, reaching back to grip Hisokas vibrant red hair. “Want you to fuck me.”

They both pause, tension hanging in the air as you tremble, your pussy throbbing. Chrollo pulls his fingers from you, the sound echoing in the silence. 

And then, your world spins. You're on your hands and knees, the stone digging into you. The cold leaks into your skin, not able to dampen the fire of arousal running through your body.

“Fuck thats hot,” You groan, looking up at Hisoka, who kneels before you. He chuckles, hand caressing your blissed out face. 

“You're a little whore, aren't you.” He purrs, gripping the side of your face. You get the full view from here, able to take in his pale abs, the large bulge in his pants, and his disheveled appearance. He looks radiant.

“Mmm,” You murmur, not agreeing or disagreeing. 

“Condoms?” Chrollo asks from behind you, hands smoothing over your bare ass. You giggle. How gentlemanly, but at this moment all you want is to be fucked out of your mind. 

“Dont care,” You grunt, taking a moment to suck Hisokas thumb. His pornographic moan is a reward. “You guys clean?”

“Yes,” Chrollo says, and you hear the clink of a belt behind you. You whimper, your pussy throbbing desperately. Hisoka chuckles.

“Yes,” he coos, and you watch eagerly as he pulls himself out of his pants. “Now put that pretty mouth to use.”

You whimper, obliging him and wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. He's big, thick, stretching your throat out as you do your best to take him in as deep as you can. He winds a clawed hand in your hair, gripping your head and pushing you farther onto him. Your so distracted you forget about Chrollo, until he abruptly shoves his cock into you pussy.

Your back arches in response, a gargled moan muffled by Hisokas cock shoved down your throat. Hisoka yanks your hair and you moan. 

“She liked that,” Chrollo grunts, his voice as controlled as ever. If you pay close attention you can hear a roughness in his voice, a sign that hes trying to disguise how affected he really is. But your too busy moaning like a whore to pay close attention.

“Did she?” Hisoka grunts, his breath coming in ragged pants as he grips your head, fucking your throat like a toy. “You like being fucked like a whore Name?”

“Oh god yes!” you moan, back arching. You can feel an orgasm on the horizon, looming as you get controlled from both ends. 

Chrollo winds a hand around, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Gonna cum,” You moan shakily, hands scrabbling at the stone ground. Hisoka chuckles dangerously, hips stuttering into your mouth.

“Already?” He almost laughs, sweat wetting his hairline. Chrollo speeds up, timing his thrusts with Hisoka. They drive you insane. 

“Can i cum?” You beg. Chrollo lands a slap on your ass and you clench around him.

“Hmm, I don't know.” Hisoka teases. “Should we?”

Chrollo chuckles roughly, hips stuttering slightly in between steady thrusts. 

“I think she deserves it.” He says. “She’s been so good.”

You whimper, holding back your orgasm as they speak over you. It's arousing, and you hate that. Hisoka chuckles, gripping the back of your head and abruptly shoving you deep onto his cock.

“Fine then,” He teases, “go ahead. Cum.”

You obey, your orgasm overwhelming you. Stars bounce in your vision, your body trembling as you cry their names and nonsensical words onto Hisoka’s cock. 

Faintly, you hear groans, and Hisioka cums down your throat, the salty liquid flowing down your throat in spurts. You do your best to swallow it all, orgasm still hitting you as Chrollo cums into your poor pussy. 

When your orgasm finally subsides, you find yourself laying on your back between them, cum dripping from your abused pussy. You sigh.

“Where am i supposed to clean up?” You ask, voice still raspy from moaning. Hisoka chuckles, running a hand through your messy hair.

“Oh dear,” He purrs. “Did you think we were done with you?”

You look at them, watching as arousal floods their bodies, as that light comes back into their eyes, and sigh.

Its going to be a long, long night. 

....

Endnotes: hope you enjoyed it, it's like three am and i'm gonna put this up and go to beddddd. Oh also you might have noticed that the Kinktober list changes. If you have anything you're particularly excited about feel free to dm me and i'll make sure to keep it in!! Feel free to leave a comment <3

[ataraxiaspainting]

Solace in You.

Yan Nobunaga x F Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, some infantilization, implications of past non-con, and major spoilers for the Yorknew Arc (Uvogin).

Word Count: 300.

*~*~*~*

Something is off about Nobunaga – more so than usual.

The phone he gave you used to be used strictly to call him with, but after a few weeks of asking him for more entertainment he downloaded a few games on it for you to play while he is gone for another heist. You’re unsure how it can have service and wi-fi and yet still have most of its functions nowhere to be found. Typing any number aside from Nobunaga’s on the dial keys will be met with silence. Co-op games are nowhere to be found in the app store. The app where you can search things up on the internet still works, but almost all results end up being age-restricted in some way.

“How was your day?” Nobunaga’s voice hardly comes out of the speakers – you can hear his breathing you think, or it belonged to some poor soul who just happened to cross him at a bad time. For once he doesn’t call you a nickname; another observation pointing to the fact something is wrong. You want him to suffer for what he has done to you, yes, but you also don’t want to be the sole thing or person he’ll use to let out some steam. 

It’s happened before and you still get nightmares about his hands grabbing you and-

“[First]?” Nobunaga calls out, interrupting your thoughts.

“It was fine.” You reply, your words essentially a broken record with how many times your captor has asked that very same question multiple times a day.

“That’s great,” A sigh, perhaps one of relief. “I’m glad.”

“Nobu?” You don’t call him anything aside from Nobunaga unless forced to, but you say the moniker because your gut tells you to. It’s for the best – it could help you not become a stress ball when he comes back from Yorknew. “Are… you okay?”

Only silence. You’re unsure if you’d want it to remain this way.

[helenisaweirdo]

Jobs I think the Phantom Troupe would have in the modern day if they weren’t crazy and clinically insane!!! (Love them for that though)

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Chrollo - Actor. The guy is canonically a theater kid, literally what else do you expect from him?

Runner ups: CEO, writer

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Nobunaga - Model. His hair is literally perfect, he would 100% model for some sort of hair care company.

Runner ups: TikToker (prolly shows off his sword or something. no, not that sort of sword, you dirty minded weirdo.), wanders around from job to job

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Feitan - Ghost Hunter. Only did it because he found it funny, plus he isn’t scared of these supernatural things.

Runner ups: Haunted House worker, crime investigator

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Machi - Seamstress. Her whole Nen ability is literally centered around sewing, and she seems good at it too.

Runner ups: Nurse, Receptionist

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Hisoka - Circus clown. Need I say more?

Runner ups: entertainer (actor, singer), model

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Phinks - Gym Teacher. He’s that one gym teacher who literally no one hates and actually played good music.

Runner ups: gym trainer, boxer

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Shalnark - Hacker + Video Game Creator. This guy is literally obsessed with electronics, be so fr here.

Runner ups: Customer Service Job, manager of some random Target in the middle of nowhere

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Franklin - Firearms Instructor. He literally has a Nen ability dedicated to firearms, he is DEVOTED😭

Runner ups: jobless, wanders from job to job

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Shizuku - Model. Considering how far of lengths the Mobage Card Game + anime + Togashi go just to show off Shizuku’s body, there’s no other explanation.

Runner ups: student, McDonald’s Drive Thru worker

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Pakunoda - Makeup + Manicure artist. She works independently and helps girls get ready for prom/homecoming/graduation/parties.

Runner ups: model, waitress

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Bonolenov - Museum Guide. Wants to honor the history of other cultures just like how he honors his own.

Runner ups: jobless, homeless

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Uvogin - Wrestler. Literally what else would he be? With that 8’6 ass body, it’s basically the only option.

Runner ups: boxer, basketball player

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Kortopi: a mop idk

[ask-misun-and-oc]

IkeSen vs IkeGen in 17th August competition

Note: By the way, yesterday is Independence Day in Indonesia. So congrats for Indonesia for 79 years. I hope no more drama and injustice in my country.

-GF Carrying Race -> Nobunaga and Mai vs Yoritomo and Yoshino

-Clog Race -> Hideyoshi, Masamune, Ranmaru vs Morinaga, Shigehira, Kagetoki

-Climbing Race -> Kenshin, Yukimura, Sasuke, Shingen vs Yoshitsune, Yoichi, Benkei, Sueharu

-Tennis Using Utensils -> Motonari and Mitsuhide vs Tamamo and Kurama

-Make Up Competition -> Mitsunari and Ieyasu vs Yasuchika and Akihito

-Water Splashing Competition -> Kennyo vs Ibuki

-Pillow Fight -> Kichou vs Rikka

Well, i'm sorry for Keiji, Yoshimoto, and Kanetsugu because IkeGen has no more character for the pair. Perhaps you can be the 'biduan' to entertain the supporters. (Just kidding)

Note:

-"Biduan" actually is a Diva or female singer. But in my country context, it's a sexy singer who sing dangdut music. I hate dangdut music because it's too vulgar. That's why i love J-Pop and K-pop (but it's male only).

- @ask-kennyo request a switch team because he hates Mitsuhide. I guess... i will switch it with @mourimotonariblog. Don't worry, old man. Just smacking water baloon with a stick with closed eyes. And for tennis using utensil, it's just like 'kemari' but you can use any utensil such as book, pan, broom, fan, even bottle to hit the ball.

-I revised the role for @ask-kanetsugu-naoe and @ keiji maeda as commentator, while @ask-yoshimoto is host for supporters (just like interacting the audience)

[selenacosmic]

Since Halloween is close, I was thinking how do you think the warlords would react to an MC/reader who is really into spooky stuff? Like ghosts, cryptids, legends, haunted houses, likes graveyards, likes exploring abandoned buildings, etc

Since it’s almost Halloween, this is a great idea! Thank you for the request.

MC is into spooky things.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

He wouldn’t be scared of your stories, things that are supernatural aren’t more scary than the living, but he is curious and entertained by the tales you know. Nobunaga finds it interesting that you are so fearless over the unknown, which gives him more reason to take you to battle with him.

Sometimes he just likes listening to you ramble about legends and unsolved mysteries just because of how you tell them.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

He is partially concerned with your interest, believing some of your likings are too dangerous, like wanting to explore abandoned buildings. He isn’t one to believe that ghosts are actually real, but hideyoshi does feel uneasy about supernatural things.

He won’t admit it, but when you try telling scary stories, he does feel a bit scared of them.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

How brave of you, liking things like that and remaining fearless. Though, mitsuhide would love to tease you by spooking you, he also likes how engaged you are with these things. He is a mystery enjoyer, partially, himself, so he shares your excitement over them, though not in the same way.

He still tries spooking you by making up a scary story or legend, but always gets you excited about it instead. He finds it cute though.

Mitsunari Ishida.

Mitsunari takes enjoyment in solving mysteries, but mostly the more logical ones, he is still very happy to listen to you talking about the more scary and unsolved ones (though he can’t understand how someone can enjoy mysteries that haven’t been solved or are unable to be solved). He isn’t really that adventurous to explore abandoned buildings or haunted places, but he would tag along to ensure you would be safe.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Ieyasu doesn’t like the fact that he can be a bit scared of some things, like haunted places, but he would rather fight it than cower in fear, he believes it’s what makes him stronger. Of course, you babble about a lot of things that are unfamiliar to him, so he just lets you talk rather than pay attention.

He still tells you that it’s stupid to try and explore abandoned places by yourself, as a form of scolding, since an animal or dangerous person could be hiding there. But you always go there anyways, so he might as well tag along to keep you safe.

Masamune Date.

Masamune likes that adventurous side of yours, and how curious you can be, he gets even more excited when it involves scary things. He isn’t one to like legends that much, but he feels entertained whenever you tell him the ones you know, and scary stories that keeps people alerted. Rather than scared, he gets really excited about it.

Just for the fun of it, he would take you to haunted places that most people avoid like abandoned castles just to explore it.

Ranmaru Mori.

Ranmaru always feels scared of stuff like that, so he pouts and complains to you that you shouldn’t scare him like that with your stories and unsolved mysteries, he sometimes runs away if you chose to tease him about it.

In other situations, he might grab your arm for comfort whenever you tell spooky stories. He isn’t THAT scared, actually, but it is an opportunity to act cute to you.

Keiji.

Hah. He doesn’t get scared of your stories, and Keiji doesn’t fear abandoned places at all. But he does find entertainment when you tell spooky stories. Keiji believes that you are brave to the point of ignorance, since you have no sense of danger when exploring abandoned places or graveyards.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

Kenshin isn’t someone who gets scared, at least not by being spooked. He only feels fear when he feels like he might loose someone important to him. He doesn’t care much about mysteries, but will listen to you talking about it for hours on end as if he is listening to war tales.

He also doesn’t care much about exploring potential haunted houses, but the idea of being able to fight a ghost makes him excited enough to tag along.

Shingen Takeda.

Shingen enjoys seeing you getting excited about unsolved mysteries, solving cryptics and talking about scary legends. He can’t help but find it all endearing, a sweet thing like you enjoying such scary things? He is fascinated.

But he doesn’t like your habit of going to explore places that could be dangerous, as he does believe in the supernatural to some extent, he would rather you stay close to him.

Yukimura Sanada.

Yukimura does get scared, and he is terrible at hiding it, which makes it even more fun to tease him about it. The fact that you like all that creepy stuff only makes him think that you are a witch even more. He still tries to act tough so that he doesn’t let his weakness show.

He would agree to go with you explore a haunted castle, all of it to prove that he doesn’t get scared easily.

Yoshimoto Imagawa.

He isn’t a fan, mostly because he gets annoyed that scary stories do have an effect on him. He doesn’t do well with creepy things since he finds it unpleasant and that it ruins his mood. So he usually prefers to stay out when you want to tell another scary story of yours.

He doesn’t mind, however, when you talk about mysteries, mostly because it intrigues him.

Sasuke.

Being from the future, he shares your enjoyment for spooky things, Halloween and unsolved mysteries. He might be the best person to talk about those things since he will know exactly what you are talking about, and you can talk freely about stories that involve the future.

Exploring abandoned buildings is fascinating to him as well, since he enjoys learning about its history.

Kanetsugu.

Kanetsugu, scared? That is impossible. He is always cool headed, stoic and more prone to scare others with his fierce gaze than to get scared. He tends to scold you if you plan on exploring abandoned places or haunted buildings as it could be dangerous and that you shouldn’t be reckless.

He isn’t one to be affected by scary stories, nor does he take true interest in mysteries, but he does listen to you talking about them, even if he doesn’t really believe it.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Fateful Love in Motion (Prologue)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

This is the story of a princess from a small country, trapped like a caged bird, who meets her destined partner.

(The day has finally come.)

I was walking down the mansion's corridor with a heavy heart.

(I really want to escape from here right now, but...)

The thought that the survival of my family rested on my shoulders made it difficult to abandon everything.

------------Flashback-----------

Father: "You are of marriageable age now. You need to get yourself a husband."

Mai: "What?"

A month ago, my father, with whom I had hardly interacted, suddenly summoned me and said that.

(He lived in a separate mansion and hasn't sent a single letter since my mother passed away.)

Mai: "I'm sorry, Father. I haven't been able to find a suitable partner yet."

Father: "Don't worry. I've chosen some excellent men for you."

(What's that supposed to mean?)

Father: "If there aren't enough guys, I'll bring in more. You can have as many men as you like."

Mai: "Wait! Why are you making such an important decision on your own?"

Mai: "Who are these 'excellent' men? And why are there several of them?"

Father: "You're my only child. It's better to have many to increase our bloodline."

Mai: "Are you saying I should take multiple husbands?"

Father: "Exactly."

(----!)

I felt the blood drain from my face, understanding the implication of my father's words.

Since I was an only child, I had been prepared to be told to bear children, but I never thought he'd use me like this.

(I don't want to be embraced by numerous men, and I don't want to be used as a political tool either.)

(But running away from Father would mean abandoning my responsibility as a princess.)

(If you ask me if I made the right decision...)

Father: "You're not going to argue with my decision, are you?"

Mai: "No, of course not."

Father: "Good, as long as you understand."

Father: "I’ve already gathered the men in a special mansion."

Father: "You will live with them and ensure our lineage by bearing children."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Thus, he prepared the mansion known as the "Ooku," where the men were staying.

(I wonder what kind of people these guys are.)

Vassal: "Princess, it's time!"

He shouted and instantly opened the door.

(Whoa!)

The brilliance was so overwhelming that it made my head spin.

Everywhere I looked, there were handsome gentlemen.

(There are so many of them!)

Despite feeling dizzy from nervousness, I somehow managed to make my way to the inner chamber.

I took my seat in the designated place, and the men of the Ōoku lined up in the hall.

Nobunaga: "So, you’re Princess Mai. I've heard about you."

Mai: "Y-Yes. And you are?"

Nobunaga: "I'm Nobunaga. I belong to the Seiya Group and oversee this Ōoku."

Mai: "Seiya Group?"

Yukimura: "Huh? Did you come here without knowing anything?"

Ranmaru: "It can't be helped. Lady Mai seems to have a lot going on in her life."

Shingen: "Well then, let's explain the workings of the Ooku briefly."

Kennyo: "First, let's explain the groups, then we can show you around the mansion."

Mai: "Groups? Are the roles divided based on kimono styles?"

Sasuke: "Exactly. Lady Mai, you're quite perceptive."

I received immediate praise and felt a little relieved.

Yoshimoto: "As you said, the Ōoku is divided into three groups."

Mitsunari: "Those dressed like me belong to the Seiya Group. We're responsible for internal affairs within the Ōoku."

Hideyoshi: "Those in the same attire as me belong to the Suimei Group. Primarily, we are your attendants."

Kanetsugu: "Wearing this attire makes us part of the Fūgetsu Group. Everyone here excels in the arts."

Mai: "I understand the roles in internal affairs and caretaking, but why arts?"

Ieyasu: "Why? To entertain you, of course."

Masamune: "Each of us must capture your heart with our talents."

Mai: "Huh?"

My heart skipped a beat as they directed powerful gazes toward me.

Mitsuhide: "Oh dear, why are you surprised? Surely you understand your own situation by now."

Kenshin: "You're in constant demand from the seventeen men here."

Mai: "That's..."

(I thought I understood Father's intentions and my own position, but...)

Whenever they put it into words, I felt like I was being pushed into a cage and wanted to run away right now.

Keiji: "Whoa, ease up a bit. You'll scare the princess, you know?"

Kicho: "But we can't just leave her in the dark. It would be troublesome if she continued to live unaware of her position as a princess."

Motonari: "He's right, so you better brace yourself, Princess."

Mai: "I..."

I desperately wanted to escape from this situation.

I never intended on getting involved with any of them, let alone falling in love. Yet, as I spent time with them in the Ōoku, I ended up falling in love.

Collection Events Masterlist

[reccyls]

Babysitting Warlords and the Littlest Princess (Part 2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

From a collection event where Mai turns into a child.

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Nobunaga: It sounds unbelievable... but Mai has turned into a child.

Everyone: What...!?

Hideyoshi: Last night, Mai said she was feeling tired so she left dinner early. Hideyoshi: The next morning, she wasn't up at her usual time. Hideyoshi: I was worried so I stopped by her room... And there was no one else there except for a kid curled up under her blankets.

Kanetsugu: It seems quite hasty to jump to the conclusion that this is Mai.

Mitsuhide: Firstly, nobody has seen Mai about the castle. Mitsuhide: None of the guards saw her leave either.

Yoshimoto: She did introduce herself as Mai... It does seem very likely that this child is indeed Mai.

Ranmaru: She looks so much like Lady Mai too.

Sasuke: True. It is certainly difficult to believe... But the more I look at her, the stronger the resemblance.

Keiji: So how did this happen, anyway?

Hideyoshi: I have no idea, but we can't just leave her be. Hideyoshi: That said, we can't make this public either. Hideyoshi: That's why we gathered people that know Mai well, and who can help look after her.

Hideyoshi's interruption was interrupted by a pouting Mai tugging on his sleeve.

Mai: How long are you gonna talk for?

Mitsuhide: Oh my, it seems the little mouse is getting bored.

Kanetsugu: She seems to have completely reverted to childhood.

Ranmaru: So she really doesn't remember anything after the age of four?

Nobunaga: She has no memories of anything that happened before getting turned into a child.

Sasuke: So you're saying that we really will have to become actual babysitters...

Yoshimoto: How does one babysit, actually?

Ranmaru: Playing games and stuff like that should be enough, I guess? Entertaining a child, basically.

Yoshimoto: Entertain...? So perhaps I could summon a dancing troupe and let Mai watch?

Hideyoshi: Absolutely not! Not that kind of 'entertainment'!

Keiji: What about poetry recitals? I could do some waka or renga poems.

Kanetsugu: Riveting material for a four-year-old, I'm sure.

Nobunaga: I could play a shogi match with her.

Mitsuhide: You barely show the adult Mai any mercy when you play, if you play her now, she'd just end up crying.

Ranmaru: And I don't think she'd be able to remember the rules of shogi anyway...

Round and round went the discussion, until Kanetsugu suddenly looked up.

Kanetsugu: ...Oi, where did Mai go?

[sh0jun]

Idk how to ask for a head canon, assuming I give you a scenario and you tell me how they react?

Okey, I’ll defo drop in often.

Tell me. How will your faves react if Mc was a lawyer in her time. She quickly gets adapted to their Sengoku-period-law and even offers otherworldly/spectacular/awesome/surprising/remarkably intelligent insight but only when they ask for her opinion. In other cases, she sits quietly and enjoys the peaceful parts of her life 😚

But what kind of scenarios do u prefer, romantic stuff, platonic or intelligent?

Omg yay my first request!

As for how you've described MC, I'm guessing that she keeps to herself most of the time? And only talks when someone asks for her opinion (I'm just making sure qwq). So I'll be writing my favs and anyone else I can think of in this scenario if it's okay.

Also english is not my first language so qwq

Lawyer MC

• Oda Forces

→ Nobunaga Oda

• he was surprised. And quite entertained when you down right refused to obey him. Or be treated as an object.

• he was even more surprised when you managed to refute a very angry Hideyoshi. Who was ready to throw hands at you because you defied his lord

• ho ho. Your first day and you managed to tame my right hand man? How bold. What a fierce fireball

• after that he would bug you to have debates with him. As unusual as that sounds.

• when you get closer, and he gets to know about your occupation. He was very intrigued.

• you fight for people's rights you say? How very amusing

• you better be prepared because he will put your skills to good use

→ Mitsuhide Akechi

• he was walking in the market one day when he saw you defending him from some of the soldiers who spoke ill of him

• all of that aside. Later, he especially pointed out how remarkable your remarks were

• after that you bet this man will always ask you for your opinion on literally every single thing

• when he found out you were from the future and a lawyer at that he was even more curious

• oh? So your job is to defend people? How very interesting

• needless to say, he started admiring you even more after that and he would often like to have long chats with you about your work

→ Ieyasu Tokugawa

• we know how he is always sour and often gives hurtful remarks

• you both had your differences

• but what angered him the most was how he could never refute your arguments whenever you fought.

• he was impressed. How were you so good?

• he gets an answer to that when you get closer and tell him about your occupation in the future

• another one who's very interested in your work and admires you for it

→ Mitsunari Ishida

• another one who loves to talk with you and hear your insights on certain issues

• when you two got close and it was revealed that you were from the future AND a lawyer, he was very interested in your job

• be prepared because he has several questions for you

• Uesugi-Takeda forces

→ Kenshin Uesugi

• we all know. That he hqtes women

• so he generally avoided you at first. And you kept to yourself too

• when you both got in a relationship however, and you told him you were a lawyer

• he was intrigued. Very intrigued. He would talk to you for hours. What were the laws in the modern Japan?

• he would be quite upset when you tell him that you can't just carry a whole sword in public or threaten someone

→Kanetsugu Naoe

• he kept the talking at a minimum when you first arrived at Kasugayama

• let's say you both had a disagreement over something and that led to a fight. He was fuming but very impressed by how strong your arguments were.

• after that, he would often come to you for insights on topics

• when you get closer and tell him that you are a lawyer. He was of course as the rest of them very very interested. What's a lawyer?

• he is also another one who admires you a lot more now, that he know what your work is about

Thankyou for reading! If you saw some errors please let me know!

Tags: @bakersgrief

[arias-diaryy]

chrollo forces you to celebrate Christmas with him. Forces might be a strong word, but you will be waking up to a place covered in Christmas decor and he does insist on the whole “kiss under a mistletoe” thing. he does get you a very thoughtful gift, though.

nobunaga is willing to celebrate Christmas with you, but the gift he gets you is more for himself than it is you. (ex: lingerie he wants you to wear).

feitan will not put up a Christmas tree or any decorations or even entertain the idea of Christmas. he drags you down to the living room the day after to make you watch a Christmas adjacent movie with him. his gift to you is a moldy candy cane (???) and whatever he could steal on short notice. surprisingly thoughtful with the gift, even though there’s no price tag and you’re pretty sure it came out of someone else’s house.

[samurailoveballadhistory]

These stories are references to various Japanese folklore, though for the life of me I cannot figure out what Kojuro's was.

Nobunaga: Bamboo Cap Jizō

The story tells of an elderly poor couple, who lived in a mountain making bamboo caps. On a winter, near the New Year, the old man took his caps to sell so he can buy food. Some version says it's winter provisions, some says New Year celebratory items. On his way, he sees a row of Jizo statues (Buddha statues usually placed on roadsides) covered in snow. Feeling sorry for them, the old man cleaned off the snow and put all his caps on the statues. He didn't have enough caps for them, and gave the last Jizo his own cap (some version I saw said it was his scarf).

With no more caps to sell, he just went home. Later that night, the couple heard bumping noises outside and opened the door. They saw a pile of food in front of the door, and in the distance they could see little figures in bamboo caps leaving.

Mitsuhide: Momotarō

I think this is the most famous one of them all, and has been referenced in so many other media (anime, games, etc).

Momotarō was a boy who was born of a peach to an old couple. When he was grown, he heard of oni (ogres) terrorising the people and decided to set out to defeat them. His parents didn't like the idea, but eventually relented. The father gave him kibidango (kibi is an unknown grain, usually translated as millet) to eat on his journey.

On the way, Momotarō met a monkey, a dog, and a pheasant who wanted to join him in his journey in exchange for the kibidango. The group then travelled to Onigashima, successfully vanquished all the oni, and returned with all the treasure they found there.

By the way, the common version says that the wife found a giant peach, and Momotarō was inside when she cut it open. However, supposedly the "original"/older version of the story says that what she found was a divine peach. She and her husband ate the peach, became young again, and was able to conceive Momotarō through normal means.

Yukimura: Urashimatarō

Urashimatarō was a fisherman. One day, he found some kids tormenting a turtle and rescued the poor animal, setting the turtle free into the sea. Later, the turtle came back to him, and took Urashimatarō to the underwater Dragon King's palace (Ryūgujō).

There he was welcomed with a banquet and entertainment by the princess named Otohime. After some time, Urashima missed home and wanted to return. The people of the dragon palace tried to tell him not to, but he insisted, so in the end the princess let him go. Before leaving, she gave him a box (tamatebako) and told him never to open in.

When he reached land, Urashima found that hundreds of years has passed. The place is no longer recognisable, and his family and friends had long died. Distraught, he opened the box and he immediately grew older, as old as the hundreds years of age that has passed.

Some version says he just vanished into thin air after.

Saizo: Flower-growing old man

An elderly couple had a dog whom they loved dearly. One day, the dog began digging a hole in the field. The old man dug in the same spot where the dog was digging and found gold. His neighbour got jealous and borrowed the dog in hopes to find gold as well. However, he only got trash and rocks. In rage he killed the dog.

The dog's owner sadly buried his dog and planted a tree to keep the dog's grave safe from the weather. The old man eventually cut it down to make a pounding mortar, but to his surprise, gold would miraculously appear whenever he pounded rice in it. The greedy neighbour borrowed the mortar, and the old man kindly did. Like before, only trash and other gross stuff came out. The neighbour then burned the mortar.

The old man then asked if he could at least have the ashes for keepsake, and the neighbour let him. Then, wind blew the ashes towards a flowering tree, and suddenly flowers started blooming despite it being out of season. The old man scattered the ashes everywhere, making flowers bloom. Then the feudal lord heard about it, and requested the old man to make flowers grow on his favourite tree. The old man threw the ashes on the tree and flowers immediately started blooming.

The lord was happy, and showered the old man with gifts. The neighbour, still greedy, claimed that he could do the same. He started throwing ashes in front of the lord, but the ashes blew away and stung the lord in the eyes. The lord got angry by this and sent the greedy neighbour to prison.

Masamune: Crane Daughter

The more famous variation of this is probably the "Crane Wife" one, but there's actually a version where it's a "daughter".

One day an old man rescued a crane from a trap. Later, a beautiful young woman showed up at his house, seeking shelter. The old man and his wife then took in the girl as their daughter.

To repay their kindness, the daughter told the old couple that she would weave fabric for them to sell, but warned them to never peek into the room when she does so. The fabric the girl wove were exquisite, and they fetched such high price that the old couple quickly became quite well off.

However, whenever the girl finished weaving, she always looked so weak and exhausted. Worrying for their daughter, the old couple looked into the weaving room, and saw a crane pulling out its own feathers to weave.

After finishing the bolt, the daughter confessed to being the crane the old man rescued, but now that they've seen her true form, she could not stay. She turned back into a crane and flew away.

The crane wife story is exactly the same, except the rescuer is a young man who married the crane woman.

[onyxmango]

Cozy cleaning

(Nobunaga x reader)

Its a cold day in York New. The creaking of the wood you're stepping on, the building showing its age. Rocks and dust everywhere, but it's the chosen base for a few weeks or months. You're not sure yet. However, you were wandering around the base looking for something to do as everyone else was out doing things.

You wanted to talk to nobunaga, but knowing your partner you assumed he was busy doing something with uvogin. Roaming from the main area to you and Nobu's room, you decided to rest there until everyone got back. The main area was too empty with no one else but you there, and you'd prefer for there to not be deafening silence.

Finally entering the room, your feet stop you in front of the dresser to slip into something warmer than your current shorts and tank top. Which just so happened to be a pair of fuzzy PJ pants, and a fluffy long sleeve shirt of his. Feeling the soft clothes slide on your skin, the smell of Nobunaga's cologne filled your nose, making your heart ache to be in his warm embrace again.

As you let your arm drop down to your side, your gaze shifted around the room trying to find something to entertain yourself, when in the corner of your eye you see his katana. Sitting on its stand respectfully, a crimson covering the blade. He hadn't cleaned it yet, though who can blame him when he just got off a side mission, and then uvo dragged him somewhere?

Picking up the blade carefully, you looked around for a rag to be able to clean it yourself. Opening a drawer he had for cleaning supplies, you found a few. Picking the darkest one, as to not ruin the lighter ones, you placed it down on the bed. Once you sat it down, you picked up your feet to go into the main area to grab a cup for water to continue the cleaning process.

As you acquired the cup, you filled it with water, and headed back to the room. Sitting down on the bed, you grabbed the katana, and wet the rag. As you began cleaning the blade with water, you felt the air shift. Someone was close to being back. They let their aura flow enough to show they were there and home.

Putting down the rag and blade to check who it was, you didn't have to get up. Another aura showed itself. The aura rampaging confidently. That's nobu and uvo for sure. You thought to yourself. You were new to nen in general, which was why you didn't have aura's memorized. But you always knew Uvo's. It was the most confident and bold of the bunch of spiders. So it became easy to sense his after the first few times.

Sitting back down on the bed, and picking the rag back up into your right hand, the katana in your left, you continued cleaning it, even as you heard them enter the building.

"Y/N? Where are you?" You heard Nobu called out.

"In our room!" You called back continuing your process of cleaning.

You heard his footsteps nearing the door to your shared bedroom. As he entered, his gaze stopped at your hands working on cleaning his katana.

Looking up at him, you saw an expression of slight shock.

"Baby?" You asked.

"Your... Cleaning my katana for me?" He asked, his voice breaking a bit.

As you nodded, you felt him sit on the bed next to you, his shoulder brushing yours. He gently took the katana out of your hand to place on the stand, and put the rag away in the dirty clothes pile.

"hm, wait, Y/N? Is that my shirt?" He asked looking at you.

"Yeah, it got colder than I expected, and this was the first thing I saw-" you replied slightly starting to ramble, but what stopped you was the soft kiss nobunaga placed on your lips, as he brought his hand up to your chin to hold it.

"It looks great on you, and I'm glad it's comfy for you" he replied once he broke the kiss. Suddenly that ache to be closer to him came about again, and you led him to your shared bed for some much needed cuddles of him holding you in his arms as you both rest and recharge.

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[NEWS] Sato Ryuji has been Cast as Matsuno Chifuyu in the "Musical 'Tokyo Revengers' #2 Bloody Halloween"

Preview Video

STAGE INFORMATION

Tokyo Performances

Dates: March 28, 2025 to April 06, 2025

Venue: The Galaxy Theatre

Capacity: 746 people

Kyoto Performances

Dates: April 11, 2025 to April 13, 2025

Venue: Kyoto Theater

Capacity: 941 people

STORY DESCRIPTION

The "Musical 'Tokyo Revengers' #2 Bloody Halloween" is the second installment in the "Musical 'Tokyo Revengers'", and as the title says, will likely be covering the events surrounding Bloody Halloween in the Valhalla Arc.

In the manga, this arc is covered in Chapters 34 to 77, and in the anime, it is covered in Episodes 13 to 25.

Sato Ryuji has been cast as Matsuno Chifuyu, the vice captain of the First Division of the Tokyo Manji Gang, and a close friend of Hanagaki Takemichi.

For more information about the full story of "Tokyo Revengers", please refer to this link: HERE

CAST

Takenaka Ryohei as Hanagaki Takemichi

Kitamura Ryo as Sano Manjiro

Isaka Ikumi as Ryuguji Ken

Suzuki Shogo as Baji Keisuke

Kishimoto Yuta as Hanemiya Kazutora

Sato Ryuji as Matsuno Chifuyu

Sakayori Futa as Mitsuya Takashi

Koki as Hayashida Haruki

Kubo Yudai as Sendo Atsushi

Sasaki Takashi as Sano Shinichiro

Hiramatsu Raima as Kisaki Tetta

Isono Dai as Hanma Shuji

Sato Nobunaga as Tachibana Naoto

Ita Riria (Nogizaka 46) as Tachibana Hinata

NOTE:

[1] Ryuji and Suzuki Shogo have worked together before in the "Engeki no Mouri-san - The Entertainment Theater" where they did "Hoshi no Oujisama" ("Le Petit Prince"/"The Little Prince").

Ryuji played the prince while Shogo played the pilot.

[2] Ryuji has worked with Kitamura Ryo before in the "Live Spectacle NARUTO", the Movie Theatre "Success Sou" and "Kamen Rider Geats".

[3] Ryuji and Sato Nobunaga have co-starred together before in "Itoshi no Hakana" and the "Musical Touken Ranbu".

[4] Ryuji has also been a guest on "Bokutachi no Asobiba", which features Isaka Ikumi as one of the regulars. To watch all the episodes with Ryuji, please refer to this link: HERE

TICKETING INFORMATION

Ticket Types

VIP Seat (all seats in the first 5 rows; stage pamphlet included): 16,800 yen

S Seat (stage pamphlet included): 12,800 yen

Pair S Seat (set of 2 seats; stage pamphlet included; 1,000 yen goods voucher included): 25,600 yen

A Seat: 9,800 yen

Sato Ryuji Fanclub Ticket Application

Application Period: Now to 23.59 (Japan time) on September 16, 2024

To apply for tickets using this method, please refer to this link: HERE

NOTE: A fanclub membership is required for this application. To register for a membership, please refer to this link: HERE

"Musical 'Tokyo Revengers'" Official Twitter: HERE

"Musical 'Tokyo Revengers'" Official Website: HERE

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