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"Interrogation"

part 2: Kasugayama Route Ikemen Sengoku  (Dec. 2019) See Masterlist Characters: Kenshin, Yukimura, Sasuke, Hideyoshi, and Mai Disclaimer: Ikemen Sengoku Characters belong to Cybird Word Count: 2300 WARNINGS: May contain violence, hostage and abuse triggering content, and other mature content. 18+

“Sasuke. Please explain why this woman is in Azuchi after you helped her the night of Honno-ji.” Kenshin spoke decisively but didn’t even spare a glance for his ninja. Instead he watched Mai like a cat observing a rodent.

“Lord Kenshin, this is Mai. She was on a pilgrimage to Azuchi because she has a job working for a warrior family here.”

“Working for a warrior family or joining them?” Yuki snarked.

“I said I was sorry Yuki. I seriously-“

“If you think I’m going to forgive your tendency of tackling and attacking people, boar woman, you’ve-”

“Call me that one more time and I’ll kick you and mean it!” She warned.

“I’d like to see you try it.” Yuki glared.

“Yukimura it is usually protocol to remember someone’s name especially if a friend of yours introduces them to you. Isn’t that right Lord Kenshin?”

“Why would I bother to remember the name of a suspicious woman when I can just kill her?” Kenshin asked his cold eyes holding her captive.

“There will be no killing my friend either, Lord Kenshin!” Sasuke intervened actually moving to stand between her and his liege lord. Obviously he seemed the more viable threat in Sasuke’s eyes. “Mai is my friend. She speaks a similar dialect as I do and we discovered we come from the same region. I’ve been trying to help her settle in here. She’s been kind enough not to say anything about us sneaking around enemy territory. She has my trust and Yuki’s also. Right Yuki?”

“I trust her mouth if not her feet.” Yuki admitted.

“I said I was sorry.” Mai sighed. “Seriously, two ronin just tried to beat a guy up. Things like that don’t usually happen on my lunch break! All my self-defense instincts are on overload.”

“She speaks the truth.” Kenshin said but he still seemed skeptical. “Very well. Swear on your life that you will not betray us to Lord Nobunaga or any of his subordinates. If you break your vow your life will be forfeit to me.”

Mai gasped. Her life? Man these guys took promises seriously. She glanced at Sasuke who seemed at a loss for what to say to his sword-happy liege.

Suddenly Kenshin’s sword was at her throat. “Your oath, woman, or I take your head.”

She stared into those ice cold eyes. One green one blue yet both otherworldly.

“Lord Kenshin-” Sasuke started to object.

“I swear I will not betray you.” She spoke the words he asked for and she meant them. She had no intention of betraying Sasuke or the other’s to the Oda forces. It wasn’t her place to start the war prematurely. Also having war break out in the middle of Azuchi would have consequences she did not want to think about. .“I won’t reveal that you were in Azuchi. Not to your enemies or anyone else.”

“Very well.” Kenshin sheathed his sword. “Sasuke I’ll be at your safe house. See to her arm before sending her away.”

With that Kenshin disappeared around the corner into the streets. Mai couldn’t help a relieved sigh.

That was one warlord who was far too sword happy for her liking.

“I’m sorry Mai.” Sasuke spoke sheepishly, “I’ve tried to convince him that threatening the lives of strangers does not leave a good impression.”

“Threatening the lives of allies doesn’t either yet he continues to do it on a regular basis.” Yuki grimaced as he got to his feet. “As pleasant as this visit has been, boar woman, I think I’m going to take my leave.”

She glared at him. Then she noticed the weary sigh that escaped Sasuke and decided to cut her favorite ninja a break. “I really am sorry Yuki. I need to head home for today but some other time could I please treat you to lunch or something as an apology? I really really did not mean to attack you on the second day I’ve known you.”

Yuki paused his departure and glanced at Sasuke who shrugged.

“Fine. Meet me tomorrow at mid-day at my booth. The afternoons are usually slow anyway.”

“Ok! I’ll be there!” She sighed with relief.

“No kicking anyone though. Got it?”

“I swear! I will take the entire day off from kicking people.”

“Good. See you later Sasuke.”

With that Yukimura disappeared down the ally. Sasuke drew closer and lifted her injured arm to inspect it.

Oh yeah, Kenshin ordered him to do this. She hadn’t expected Kenshin to recall she was injured during that scuffle. That he would ask his own ninja to check on her, however, was almost as confusing as the rest of the experience. “It looks like the muscles have been strained but nothing serious. It will likely bother you for several days however. I’d rest it as much as possible so it can heal properly.”

After that observation Sasuke took out a salve to apply to the swollen part of her wrist and elbow.

“Thank you for helping me Sasuke.”

“After my liege lord threatened to kill you? It’s the least I can do. I really am sorry about him. He isn’t normally so-”

“Stabby?”

“Aggressive. At least not when it comes to women. Usually he acts like they are invisible or interacts with them as little as humanly possible.”

“He doesn’t like women?” She asked.

“More like he doesn’t acknowledge their existence. So that he noticed you and remembered who you were?” Sasuke shrugged, “I’m just really surprised.”

“Sasuke…are you safe working for Kenshin?” She asked hesitantly. She felt like she was trying to offer an abuse victim an opportunity to ask for help.

“Safe wouldn’t be the term I’d use. However, despite the impression he just gave you Kenshin is actually very strict as far as his code of ethics. He would never act dishonorably towards a subordinate. Also, he would never intentionally harm someone weaker than himself outside of battle. He does often express affection in odd ways. However, I wouldn’t be the ninja I am today without him.”

Despite his tranquil demeaner Sasuke spoke rather emphatically of his Lord’s good qualities. Someone who had earned Sasuke’s trust had to have his good points-right? Mai decided if she ever ran into Kenshin again she’d make an effort to not set him off. Hopefully then she might see some of the better points Sasuke saw in him.

After Sasuke walked her back to the outskirts of the castle Mai hurried inside. Hideyoshi was expecting her to return with the special candy he had asked her to pick up as a surprise for Lord Nobunaga.

Hideyoshi’s dark expression, however, was not the greeting she had hoped for.

“I take it I’m late?”

“Not just late, Mai, I’d say especially late. It is nearly dark and you left before lunchtime.” Hideyoshi scolded her. “I don’t mind if you window shop a bit while you are out on an errand but making me worry something happened to you like this is unacceptable.”

“I am so sorry I worried you. I truly did not intend to take so long.” She even bowed to him apologetically. The last thing she needed was another warlord angry at her today. “Azuchi is so much larger than I realized and it took me much longer to get back than I though it would. I promise I will be much more conscientious about returning early enough not to worry you again.”

“Were you able to pickup Lord Nobunaga’s candy like I asked?” Hideyoshi seemed to accept the apology at least.

“I did! Here.” She handed over the bag of konpeito she’d found at the shop Hideyoshi had asked her to visit. “I was also able to find the sewing items I needed at the shop you told me about.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Now, I was wondering if you’d be interested in doing some repair work on a Haori Coat for Lord Nobunaga?”

“What?!” Mai was really surprised especially because Hideyoshi had still seemed so suspicious of her.

She’d been doing her best to earn her trust but if a poison needle were to show up in his coat Hideyoshi would be most likely to blame her! “Are you sure you trust me to do that?”

Hideyoshi actually laughed at her incredulous response. “Of course I would. It is a small repair and I felt it might give you an opportunity to show him some gratitude for giving you a place here in Azuchi.”

Mai blushed. She really hadn’t been able to show much gratitude to Lord Nobunaga. Well not in the way he expected her too. She’d dodged his attention whenever she could. He seemed to be reluctant to enjoy her company against her will and Mai was relieved about that. Still how do you show gratitude to a guy who gave you food shelter protection and a job?!

“I’d be grateful for the opportunity Hideyoshi. Please let me know if there is any thing else—er—sewing-wise I can do for Lord Nobunaga. I would be happy to express my gratitude to him in that manner.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Now get some rest. I’m sure you’ve had a long day. I left a tray of food in your room so you wouldn’t go hungry.”

“I-you did?”

“Well a spy can’t really be interrogated if she dies before I find out who she works for.”

Mai gasped. Did he really think that?!!

Hideyoshi’s laughter made her turn an even brighter red than before and she wanted to scamper off to her room to hide. Instead she braced herself and bowed to him again.

“You have been especially patient and accommodating Lord Hideyoshi. I am so sorry to be such a burden. If there is any way I can ever thank you—”

She broke off when Hideyoshi used his fingers to tip her chin upward prompting her to stand up straight.

“I appreciate the gratitude Mai, but there’s no need to bow to me. I’m happy to do it and I’d be happy just to hear you say thank you.”

She looked up into his handsome face and her heart seemed to be climbing up her throat making it difficult to speak. Seriously she’d been around way too many attractive warlords lately.

They did go into battle sometimes right? Shouldn’t they come home a little marred afterward or at least significantly less perfect? She thought of Lord Masamune’s eyepatch and the hallway immediately felt warmer. Okay even if Hideyoshi and the others lost a finger or an ear or something they’d still probably be outstandingly hot. It was a lost cause to wish that her heart could spend a few peaceful moments in the Sengoku Era not overacting to one handsome man or another.

“Thank you Lord Hideyoshi.” She said.

He smiled and she was once again reminded of why he was possibly the most eligible bachelor in Azuchi.

“You’re very welcome Mai. Here is the parcel with Lord Nobunaga’s coat. Just get it back to me when you’re finished ok?”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight!”

“Goodnight, Lord Hideyoshi.”

Mai watched him disappear down the hallway before heading for her room. Inside she found the food he had left for her and scarfed it down hungrily. She then opened the parcel that held Lord Nobunaga’s Haori to inspect what needed repaired.

She knew Hideyoshi meant what he said about her gratitude. For him a simple thank you was sufficient.

Yet she couldn’t help feeling like she somehow still wanted to show him she was grateful. So instead of going to bed she lit some extra candles and began to work on repairing the coat.

As she did Kenshin’s words from that afternoon came back to her.

"Don't cut yourself. The edges will be sharp."

She paused mid-stitch realizing how kind he had actually been to her. He had helped her pick up the pieces of the shattered bowl. Commanded Sasuke to check her arm—

Yet before all that he had saved her life.

Kenshin Uesugi had saved her.

What would have happened with those two ronin if he hadn’t intervened? She might have escaped, yes, but Kenshin had stopped them. She had only had the power to intervene. He had the power to change what was happening and chose too.

“I didn’t thank him. I didn’t even think…”

The realization stung and she was suddenly so angry with herself.

She continued sewing trying to come up with some way to express her gratitude to Kenshin for saving her. He didn’t like women so asking him to a tea house like she had Yuki would likely be more torturous than—

Yuki!! She was supposed to see Yuki tomorrow!!

Mai was suddenly very excited.

She could ask Yuki what she could do to thank lord Kenshin for saving her! Of course if he didn’t have any ideas she could always have him lead her to Sasuke and her ceiling ninja would certainly have a brilliant idea!

The idea made her especially happy and she began humming unconsciously as she continued to mend Lord Nobunaga’s coat.

[silly-is-trying]

#1 Ikemen Sengoku HCs!

• Comfort / some “It’s going to be okay” vibes

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Nobunaga | Kenshin | Masamune

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“You aren’t focused.”

Nobunaga’s voice cut through the thick silence of the tenshu. His sharp eyes were no longer gazing contemplatively at the goban placed between the two of you and were instead fixed squarely on your face, “What is wrong?”

His question was direct, blunt and you wracked your brain to find a way to cover it up. After all, you came here to Nobunaga’s tenshu to spend time with him, to distract yourself, not mope with him by your side. You open your mouth to make your (made up) case but before you could even get a word in, Nobunaga speaks once more.

“If you’re going to respond with something along the lines of “nothing”, “everything’s fine”, “don’t worry about it” or some absurd combination of the the three,” He straightened up and was back to looking at you with those piercing eyes, “Do not waste your breath.”

Before you could respond to that too, he offers you a hand as he rises, one you subconsciously take. And a moment later you’re in his arms, shielded against the wind as the two of you look out over the city of Azuchi at dawn from the balcony.

“I know my fireball well.” His voice is soft against your ear as his arms that are wrapped around your waist from behind tighten, “Your mind is elsewhere and you are bothered, upset.”

“I don’t know what caused such a thing but I won’t pry. Yet. For now, focus on this moment. You are here, in my arms and I shall do all in my power to keep you content.”

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“When I find the one who did this, I’ll kill them.”

Kenshin stated, his slender fingers rhythmically tapping the sheath of his sword. In his defense, he didn’t start out with the declaration (he’s gotten better about threatening to kill. Perhaps being with you has softened him in some regard). Instead, he brought his army of bunnies to your room and deployed them to bring about your happiness. Only when that didn’t work did he reach for his sword.

Hastily, you convey to him that no one (or thing) was at fault for your sadness. It was just one of those days. One cannot always be happy year round, can they?

Kenshin frowned at this. In his mind ideally, you, his lover, the light of his life, should always be happy. Why should he concede to letting you know sadness at all? That being said, he understands. He stops tapping at his sword, looking to you with a softened expression while he runs through ideas on how to bring a smile back to your face.

You chuckle at this, before turning your eyes back to the beautiful garden the two of you were standing in front of.

“It’ll pass, Kenshin.” You say softly, eyes following the sway of the flowers against Echigo’s cold winds, “I’ll be okay.”

At this, your lover steps closer. Before you know it, you’re tugged gently into his arms, your head resting against his chest.

“Then allow me to stay at your side until I am certain that you are.”

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“Cut the bullshit, kitten.”

Masamune snaps, cutting you off in your attempt to try and convince him that you were okay. With a huff, you turn away from him, decidedly going to storm away from the kitchen that the two you were cooking in prior to this.

Realizing that his words might have come off more biting than he’d intended, he thwarts your move by catching your hand and keeping you there in a gentle albeit firm hold.

“Don’t.” His voice and piercing blue gaze both soften considerably once he notices the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes, “Hey, hey look-”

Keeping one hand around yours so you don’t make a dash for it and using the other to reach into a cabinet, he pulls out a small piece of candy.

“Your favorite, yeah?” He offers, “Say ah.”

Reluctantly, you do so and you can’t help but offer a meek smile of your own back to him as the sweetness of the treat spreads across your tongue.

“Good, hm?” Masamune says, his large palms coming up to cup your face, an action that you allow, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap but you know I can tell when you’re not okay, right?”

You nod because admittedly, he can. You feel the tears coming back to blur your vision once more. He softly asks what’s upsetting you again, thumbs brushing at your cheeks as if in anticipation for wiping off the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. You simply tell him it’s just been a rough day in general and that you’re at your wits end.

Gently, he wraps his arms around you, chin resting atop your head as he speaks.

“I’m sorry. You know I’d take the pain away if I could.” Masamune understood the feeling well. Some days were just bad days. You respond to this with another nod, not trusting your voice to remain steady.

“But you wanna know what helps me out on days like these?” You could hear the grin in his voice and you pulled away just enough to peek at his expression and try to decipher what he was hinting at.

His eye narrows for a fraction of a second and a moment later you were lifted up into his arms. His smile widens when he hears you let out a yelp of surprise as he placed you on the counter, placing his hands down on either side of you.

“A distraction.”

Your lover chuckles with a very telling smirk and knowing exactly what he means, you can’t help but giggle along with him.

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[ikeromantic]

Ikesen Boys React to Tattooed MC pt 1

This was an ask from @otomedad that I just had to write. I did some reading up on the history of tattooing in Japan and there was so much that I found super interesting. So! Here goes, starting with Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, and Masamune! Approx. 1500 words.

Nobunaga

“What’s this, fireball?”

You feel Nobunaga’s breath tickle your shoulder blade, his lips so close they almost brush your skin. For a moment, you don’t know what he means. It’s hard to think when parts of you are being ‘claimed’, afterall. But you smile as the memory comes back to you. Sitting on a stool, arms braced on the counter in front of you, with the buzz of the tattoo gun in your ear. “You like my koi?”

His fingers brush the inked design, tracing the outline of the leaping fish. “It is very well done.” He does not sound pleased, though he’s trying to hide it.

“You don’t.” A slight pout draws your lips out and down. 

Nobunaga stills behind you, so motionless that you don’t even feel him breathing. Just as you are about to break the silence, he wraps his arms around you, pulling your back against his chest. “It is part of you, so it is beautiful.” His chin rests on your shoulder, just above the tattoo in question. “Why did you receive this mark?”

There is an unexpected tension in his voice, and you laugh to ease it before explaining. “I got it after I graduated from design. It represents my struggles, and my determination.” You turn your head to kiss his cheek. 

He regards you with a serious expression, tense despite your affection. 

“Do you really hate it?” You can’t help how vulnerable you feel as you meet his carnelian gaze.

“I told you. It is beautiful, as you are. But . . .” He pauses, a slight grimace crossing his expression. “I do not like that someone marked you. Someone else claimed this -” He leans back to spread his hand over the koi. “Every part of you is mine.”

“Are you jealous of my tattoo artist?” You grin, unable to hold back. “You know I picked the design and the colors and everything, right? He was just some guy with a good flash book . . .”

Nobunaga’s frown does not ease, though you know that he’s aware this is ridiculous. 

You snuggle back against him. “Alright, alright. I understand. If you could do tattoos, I’d get one from you, ok?”

Something mischievous flickers in his gaze and a slight smile turns up the corners of his mouth. “Yes. This is acceptable.”

You aren’t sure what he’s accepting. Nobunaga can’t do tattoos, right? Right? Whatever questions you have disappear as his lips find that sensitive spot at the back of your neck. 

Hideyoshi

You roll up your sleeves to start working on the kitchen’s herb garden. The day is warm and sunny, promising a hot afternoon. It’s a good thing you’re starting early. 

About an hour into the weeding, Hideyoshi stops by with a tray of cool water and a wide straw hat. He kneels beside you. “You know it’s bad for your skin to be exposed to sunlight for so long. Even in the morning, you can’t -” He stops midword, his mouth hanging open.

“Hm?” You look up, dusting your hands off. Before you can ask anything else, Hideyoshi grabs your elbow.

“What is this?” 

You realize he’s pointing at the serpent tattoo on your forearm. The snake curls over itself in a complex circle, with the head pointing at your wrist and the tale toward your elbow. “Oh! Erm,” you give an embarrassed laugh. “That.”

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.” Hideyoshi holds your arm up, inspecting it. “A thief. I should have guessed. What prefecture is this? Where are you really from?” The questions come lightning fast, his usual gentle lecturing tone replaced with a hard, brittleness that does not suit him at all.

“A thief? Are you serious right now?” You try to yank your arm back, going from bewildered to angry. 

Hideyoshi pulls you up to standing. “If you won’t answer my questions, maybe you’ll answer Mitsuhide’s.” He glares at you. “I can’t believe I - I called you my sister!” 

You take a breath, trying to hold in the tears suddenly threatening at the corners of your eyes. Sister. Why was this man so infuriating? First putting you in the sis-zone, and now accusing you. As if you hadn’t shared so many sweet moments. Almost-kisses. Holding hands. “Why are you freaking out about my tattoo?”

“It marks you as a criminal.” He sighs, looking away. “If you’ll come clean with me, maybe we can -”

“Come clean? Hideyoshi, I told you I’m not from here. In my ah, my village, people get tattoos because they like the way they look.” You wiggle your arm in his grasp. “This one means the cycle of life. Birth and death. Look at it!”

Hideyoshi slowly turns back to examine the mark on your arm. “It is . . . very finely done for a - a punishment.” He purses his lips. “And I do not know of a prefecture that uses a snake . . .”

You nod emphatically. “Exactly. And you know me. Hideyoshi?” Your tone brings his gaze to your face. 

He studies you for a moment. Then his grip loosens on your arm, the pad of his thumb stroking your inked flesh. “I may have, um, jumped to conclusions. My apologies.” A breath, then, “Sis.”

“Thanks.” You take your arm back, feelings still hurt. 

For a long moment, neither of you says anything. Then he drapes an arm over your shoulder, pulling you to his side. “Let me apologize properly, after work tonight. Stop by after your bath and I’ll rub some oil on your arms and legs.” Hideyoshi’s cheeks hold a faint heat. “A brother should care for his sister when she’s working so hard.”

You know he knows there’s nothing brotherly in the touches you share, but you nod in acquiescence. Then you pull away. “The garden won’t weed itself,” you say.

He grins. “I suppose not.” Hideyoshi’s hand takes yours before you can take a step. “It’s nice. Your tattoo. Once I really looked at it.”

“Thanks,” you smile back, feeling a little better. “I’m looking forward to my massage tonight.” You give him a cheeky wink. 

Masamune

You splash to the river’s surface, sputtering from the water in your mouth and nose. Masamune laughs beside you, his strong arm holding you up above the roiling surface of the water as the current pushes you both downstream.

“Maybe next time we should look for a bridge,” you shout to be heard over the river.

“Nah. Where’s the fun in that?” Masamune’s blue eye gleams with unfettered joy as he pulls you toward the opposite shore. 

Once you hit the bank and crawl out, you flop back onto the grassy hillside. “Fun? Not drowning is fun. And now I’m soaked.” You glance over to see Masamune already stripping down, laying his clothes out to dry. 

He grins when he sees your expression. “What’s the matter, kitten? Tiger got your tongue?”

“Pffft.” You sit up, ignoring the way your face heats. You shrug out of your kimono, very aware of how thin your linen underclothes are. Especially now that they are wet and clinging to your skin. 

Masamune’s appreciative look does not help. He grins unapologetically. “I should come out this way more often. Great view.”

You throw a clump of grass at him and jump up to run. He chases you, laughing, and catches you pretty quickly. 

His laughter stops with a sharp inhale. “Are you hurt?”

You realize that he’s noticed the ink on your side, a tiger in the midst of peonies. The red, pink, and orange probably look like a wound beneath the opaque cloth. “No, nothing like that.” You carefully tug the linen up to show him your tattoo. 

“Wow.” His eye is wide as he takes in the art piece. “Gorgeous.” His calloused finger brushes the skin on your side, sending a shiver across your belly and up your ribcage. “It’s like a painting.”

“Thanks.” You feel more than a little self conscious, but also gratified by his reaction. “It’s supposed to be, like, fragility and strength? Together?” You find yourself a little tongue tied, too focused on his warm hand touching you. 

Masamune finally looks up, catching your gaze. “It fits you, kitten. Strong and fragile.” His expression is more serious than you’re used to. A deeper emotion moves in the depths of his blue eye. 

The urge to kiss him is strong, but you resist. You tug the cloth back down and step away, heart beating frantically. Masamune likes to flirt, you think, that’s all. You wrack your brain for a witty comment and come up empty. 

He smiles, drops his hands. “Our clothes should dry out soon, and then we can continue on.”

“The temple better be awesome. You’ve talked it up too much to take anything less than.” Your destination is safer ground, you think, jumping right into the new topic.

Masamune laughs. “There’s not another like it anywhere.” Something about the way he says it makes you wonder if he means the temple you’re traveling to or something else. 

“Worth the trip then?”

He catches a bit of your damp hair and twirls it around a finger. “I’d say this trip is already worth it.”

[writingwhimsey]

Congrats on your milestone, Whimsey!! 🥳🥳🥳

May I please request Clavis, Mitsuhide and Leonardo reacting to reader domming them? 👀🔥

Alright, I finally felt a bit like getting back to working on these requests from my celebration event. And dear Venus this one spoke to me. I hope you like what I came up with!

400 Follower Celebration

Smut/NSFW Headcanon: Suitor reacts to MC/reader domming them Suitors: ikepri Clavis, ikesen Mitsuhide, & ikevamp Leonardo NSFW 18+ content below!

Clavis

“Oh? You want to take the lead tonight, little bunny?” CLavis asks when you push him down onto the bed and climb atop him, straddling him.

“Yes, and you’re going to like it.” You answer, feeling emboldened.

Clavis grins. “I am sure I will. Have your way, little bunny.” His hands are reaching for your thighs and you stop him.

“Ah-ah-uh.” You say wagging your finger before pushing his hands away. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.”

“Oh? You really do want to take the lead.” He says grinning. “Whatever you say.”

You eye him skeptically for a moment. You can tell he’s not going to be able to keep his hands off of you, especially once you start doing all the things you had planned.  You had to do something about those hands.

The next thing Clavis knew, you had his hands tied to the bedposts. His shirt was unbuttoned and you were straddling him, running your hands over his chest and torso, teasing at the waistline of his pants. “I’m going to have you begging me to ride you and let you cum.”

His breath hitches as he looks up at you. You lean forward and kiss him, grinding yourself against the quickly growing bulge in his pants. You spend the evening teasing him to the brink, only to leave him wanting.

Clavis is a whimpering mess under you. He’s always wanting you anyways, but with you taking control like this…not to mention how sexy you look in the purple silk and lace lingerie you’re wearing…and all of this teasing.

When you finally give him what he wants, taking him inside you and riding him, he’s a complete mess. “You can’t cum until I tell you.” You tell him, as you begin to ride him. After finding your release three times, you finally tell him he’s allowed to cum. 

He cries out your name when he finally cums. He’s panting, his eyes filled with desire and his body coated in sweat. You undo the restraints on his wrists and his arms instantly wrap around you, bringing you close. After that intense session, you know he just wants to be held and loved.

You give him sweet kisses and cuddle him. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh…I did, little bunny…once I recover…I’ll return the favor.”

Mitsuhide…

When Mitsuhide came home and you told him, you wanted to take charge and love on him, he was quite pleased. “Having my little mouse take charge? I can’t think of anything better.”

You grin as soon as he agrees. “You’ll submit to me completely?”

“If that is your desire, little one.” Mitsuhide replies. “What do you have in mind?”

The next thing he knows, you have him tied up and blindfolded, his top half bare. You have a few different things laid out, a feather, a cup of cool water, and a few other items, all of which Mitsuhide saw before you blindfolded him. He was eager to see…rather feel…what you had in store for him.

You started with the feather, running it over the skin of his chest and abs. You watched as his muscles tightened from the tickling sensation. He sucked in a breath as you went particularly low with the feather. “I know I agreed to this, little mouse, but if you’re going to touch me, I’d love it to be with you lovely hands.”

“Hmm…not yet.” You reply, grinning, knowing he can hear it in your voice. You tease him with the feather for a bit longer before grabbing the cup of cool water. “You must be thirsty.” You say, taking the cup to his lips and having him drink a little, but making sure that some spills down his chin.

“Oh, look how messy you are. I’ll just have to clean you up.” You lean in, licking off the water from his chin.

His breath hitches. “Little mouse…”

The next thing he knows, you’re pouring some of the water on his chest and leaning in to lick and suck it off. Slowly you move lower and lower with the water, your tongue tracing over each ab. Mitsuhide’s breathing is heavy. He whimpers when he feels you begin to slowly slide his hakama pants off.

“I’m going to take such good care of you, Mitsuhide.” You tell him before kissing your way down to his freed erection. He’s a mess by the time you take him in your mouth, the silken feel of your tongue gliding along his shaft as your mouth descends until he’s hitting the back of your throat and then up again, driving him close to his release.

You keep going getting him close and then stopping before he can cum. You do this a few times before finally letting him cum, swallowing every drop. Mitsuhide is a trembling, whimpering mess by the time he cums. Your name leaving his lips in a cry of ecstasy. 

When you finally untie him and remove the blindfold, his arms are instantly wrapping around you and pulling you close. He kisses you deeply and the next thing you know, you’re the one being tied up and blindfolded. “LIttle mouse, I hope you’re prepared to receive what you just gave.”

Leonardo

Leonardo cocks an eyebrow at you as you push back when he goes to push you towards the bed. You flip around and the next thing he knows, you’re pushing him down on the bed. “What’s this, cara mia? You feeling bold tonight?”

You nod. “We’re going to do what I want tonight.”

Leonardo grins. “I’ve never heard any complaints from you before.”

You grin. “It’s no complaint. I just want to be the one taking care of you.”

Leonardo is intrigued. “Alright, whatever you say, cara.”

You grin as you push him back on the bed and climb atop him. “Hmm…now where to start?” You mutter to yourself before leaning in to kiss his neck, giving a playful nibble as you do. You can feel his pulse quicken beneath your lips.

“Cara…” He speaks,his breath hitches.

You grin already, pleased that you were getting such reactions from him. You slowly slid your hand down the front of his body, tracing over his pecs and each ab. Leonardo let out a groan, his hands moving to your hips.

You pull back and giving him a chiding smile. “Nah, ah, ah.” You tell him wagging your finger. “You’re not allowed to touch me unless I say so.”

“Oh, Cara, we’re playing this game?” He asks, cocking a brow.

“Yes, we are.” You answer, grinning. “Now, lay back and let me take control.”

Leonardo grins. “Alright, cara mia.”

You continue where you left off before. Kissing and nipping at his flesh, leaving red love bites in your wake as your fingers trace teasingly low over his abs. You continue to tease him, touching him everywhere but where he really wanted to be touched and stopping and pulling away as soon as he tries to touch you.

You have him a groaning, whimpering mess, begging for you to touch him where he really wants, begging to touch you. When you finally give him what he wants, he can’t help but to call your name as he comes undone.

Afterwards, he immediately flips your positions. “Now, cara mia, it’s my turn.” He says giving you a devilish grin before capturing your lips in a heated kiss that is meant to tell you, he’s paying you back for everything you just gave him.

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[colourless-hydrangeas]

Telling the warlords you're asexual: How would it go?

CW: mention of sex

Nobunaga

He's asked to bed you, multiple times even, only to be refused each time.

That was until he finally asked you why you refuse to sleep with him.

He would be curious about this 'asexual' thing, but he respects your boundaries.

He wonders if you're like one of those monks and nuns, but doesn't say anything. After all, you're his beloved fireball.

He loves you regardless.

Hideyoshi

He has always waited for you to be comfortable with him.

But he's curious as to why you have never considered sex with him.

"Have you taken a vow of celibacy or something?"

He tries to understand you when you tell him you're asexual.

He will support you forever, regardless of what your sexuality is.

He will also make sure that nobody(especially Masamune) makes you uncomfortable.

Mitsunari

Innocent bean.

He hasn't considered sex with you yet.

You told him you're asexual, after a few months of dating.

"Hm? 'Asexual'? What does that mean?"

"It means I am not interested in sex, but I can feel romantic connection with you, so please don't worry."

"Oh, that's okay!" ^^

He accepts you easily, without any questions. He loves you, and will continue to love you in the same way.

Kennyo

Kennyo has always been waiting for you to be comfortable with him, to start things.

He will never be persistent to you.

He had mentioned his wishes to have sex with you once.

You had to explain to him that you were repulsed by the idea of sex.

He understands, and never asks you about it again.

He will make sure he doesn't accidentally make you uncomfortable and often asks you if you're comfortable or not.

He will also be protective of you, making sure you stay safe on your visits to the town.

Thank you for reading this! This has been a WIP for way longer than intended. I rarely see asexual MC HCs, so I had to make it for myself, hehe.

Let me know if you want HCs for the other lords. I write silly HCs too. :)

[lucyw260]

Water Reveals All - Nobunaga

Another birthday of mine is here, so that means my yearly Nobunaga fanfic must be written. I wasn't having a good day today so I knocked this out in record time but then accidentally deleted most of it and had to rewrite it, it was way better before so I'm mad. I haven't posted since the last yearly fic, I hope you all are well

Words = 664

Warnings = establilshed relationship, bruises, water

Excerpt = “I conquered your thigh at this very hot spring. Have you forgotten?. It is mine, not even you are allowed to harm it"

After joint hard work trying to unify the country, Y/n and Nobunaga deserved a relaxing break away from castle life and responsibilities. So here they both were having a short hot spring vacation together.

Nobunaga was already lounging in the hot spring, steam obscuring his body so no prying eyes can take advantage of his visage, well he doesn't mind the prying eyes of his lover.

Y/n was hesitating at the edge of the hot spring, she wasn't even in the warm water and yet her cheeks were as red as the sunset behind her.

“We didn't come so I alone could bask in the water” Nobunaga declared as Y/n paced around the edge and he watched her

“Hang on, I'm trying to sike myself up” she said while trying to shake the nerves off. It was silly to be nervous as it's not like her beloved would see anything he hadn't seen before.

“I guess you don't love me enough to keep me company” Nobunaga had the audacity to pout and show his childish side while saying that.

Y/n laughed slightly, feeling glad that her beloved was free from stress and showing weakness.

“Okay okay, I'm getting in” she chuckled and dipped her toes in before sitting down a ways away from Nobunaga.

“Come closer” Nobunaga demanded in his lordly voice.

“As my lord says” Y/n jokes and makes her way over to Nobunaga but not close enough for Nobunaga’s liking.

He sighs before grabbing her waist and guiding her onto his lap, she wraps her legs around his waist in surprise so she doesn't fall backwards.

“That's better” he stated, staring into her eyes with his own carmine ones. He smirks as she puts her arms around his neck as he adjusts his grip.

The movement of them both had caused Y/n’s thin, almost seethrough bathing robes to ride up her thighs. Blushing furiously, she quickly tries to pull the cloth down before Nobunaga can get any steamy ideas.

Nobunaga can't help but try to sneak a peek of her perfect thighs but something else catches his attention instead. He firmly grabs her hand before she can fully cover her thighs.

Startled, she looks up at Nobunaga only to see him staring down at her thighs with trembling eyes.

“When did you get this?” he questioned in a nonchalant voice but those who knew Nobunaga well would be able to pick up the hint of obvious worry that was apparent.

He reaches down and lightly brushed his long fingers across a brown bruise on the top of her thigh, in no more than a phantom touch.

Y/n looks down to see what Nobunaga is talking about and sees a bruise decorating her high but she can't answer his question because she doesn't recall when she got it but then suddenly remembers something.

“Oh, I remember. I was organising the archive when a book fell off the top shelf and the corner of it hit my leg” she revealed before looking up at Nobunaga.

She could see the telltale signs of worry for her wellbeing in the set of his face so she continued talking.

“I didn't even know it had bruised, it was only a slight pain” she adds to try to soothe her black haired lover.

Nobunaga lifts his eyes off her thigh and looks into her eyes before his next action makes her gasp.

He bends slightly and presses a soft kiss to Y/n’s thigh, like a mother kissing away the pain of their child's wound.

“I conquered your thigh at this very hot spring. Have you forgotten?. It is mine, not even you are allowed to harm it" Nobunaga asserts with admonishment in his eyes.

And just like that, Nobunaga the warlord has come back to the forefront but his strong minded lover will cherish the brief and rare show of concern for her that came from his slow thawing heart.

Please don’t repost, edit or steal. Reblogs are more than welcome though!  

[the12thnightproject]

...There's a lot going on underneath the roof of Kasugayama castle...

Shingen x OC (Katsuko); Shingen x OC (Katsuko) x OC (Sute)(fantasized); Sasuke x OC (Sute) x Yukimura

Rating E (Minors DNI)

Voyeurism, seduction, ménage

Written for @xxsycamore creation challenge "Sexy Ikemen Summer"; prompts - "Blow cold air on their neck," "'Accidental' clothes loosening"

4000 words

The worst thing about the summer rainy season was the rain. Whether it was the light mist that clung to her body and made her feel permanently damp, the heavy storm rains that blew sharp water droplets into her face, or a steamy, steady downpour that dripped off her woven straw hat to soak her clothes – Sute hated all of it. Today combined all three types of rainy season wet into one, to the point where she was sure she was more water than person.

Only her feet were dry, and that was because she’d left her waterlogged sandals at the door of Shingen’s room. Every other bit of her was…

Plop … a drop of water rolled down her nose and hit the tatami mat at her feet…

Wet.

“Here. Maybe these will help.” Katsuko gave her a bundle of hand towels.

Sute did her best to wipe the worst of the excess off her hair and face. But there weren’t enough towels in Kasugayama to dry the rest of her. She put on her most pathetic expression, the one Chiyome had described as ‘kicked dog.’ “Do you have anything to eat? Sweets?” Shingen always kept a stock of desserts hidden somewhere.

“Oh sure. Of course.” Katsuko retrieved a basket of sweet buns and Sute happily dug in. The buns were no longer warm, but having something in her belly was a comfort of sorts.

Shingen frowned at the rapidly emptying basket. “Devil, I was saving these.”

Quickly, Sute stuffed the last bun into her mouth, even though she hadn’t finished chewing the last one.

“She’s wet and hungry.” Katsuko cuddled up next to Shingen at his desk, then opened the packet of reports that Sute had just delivered.

“She’s conning you.” Shingen raised the stakes on the ‘kicked dog’ face by sending Sute a somewhat fatherly ‘behave’ glare. She’d noticed him doing that more often these days. “You know as well as I do that Sute is well paid. And… I was saving those.”

“She is right here. I missed my last meal because I was chasing Ryuchi’s courier all over the province.” It was a dance that all three were doing. Shingen might put on the paternal act now, but it hadn’t even been two years since he had taken Sute to bed. Sometimes. For that matter, Katsuko was more than aware of Sute’s capabilities – the two of them sometimes worked together to steal information from people too stupid to be cautious.

Katsuko grinned as she poked Shingen’s ribs. “If you want pastry that much, I’ll get you some before the teahouse closes.”

“At which point, you would be the one soaking wet.” He returned that casual affection by tugging on his lover’s ponytail.

“Then you can have fun drying me off… completely.” She winked at him.

“Deal.” He kissed her ear. Either he had forgotten that Sute was still standing right there, or he didn’t care. She imagined that even if she were to ‘accidentally’ loosen her clothes, neither would notice her.

The buns settled at the pit of her stomach like rocks. It wasn’t that Sute missed sleeping with Shingen. Their encounters had only been a convenient way to satisfy some pressing needs. Nor was she jealous of Katsuko. Gods, she liked Katsuko and was happy for the two of them. It was clear that Shingen, in spite of his new fatherly attitude to her, seemed younger, healthier, and Sute was glad for that.

It was just…

Why don’t they invite me to join their fun?

Being nestled between Katsuko’s soft skin and Shingen’s powerful thighs would be an experience she could slip into her memory and take out to warm her on these cold wet days.

Instead, she’d have to be content stealing Shingen’s dessert. Sute wet her finger and stuck it back in the basket, trying to grab even the smallest remaining crumb.

Finally, Shingen turned his attention to the courier packet that Sute had gone to the trouble to retrieve. He frowned at the report, then tilted it so Katsuko could read it too. Casually, she braced herself on his shoulder to do so.

Knowing that the couple was likely to talk dull strategy for the rest of the day, Sute took advantage of their distraction to hunt for more sweets. Maybe there was something interesting in that cannister on the shelf? She made her way back there to explore it more closely.

“It’s just tea.” Without turning around, Katsuko had apparently figured out her intent. Sute opened the cannister anyway, since Katsuko was perfectly capable of lying to her.

Though not in this case. Tea.

Her sweet tooth still unsatisfied, Sute turned back to the pair at the desk. Katsuko leaned casually against Shingen, his hand was in the small of her back, slowly massaging tiny circles. He said something to her, something Sute could not hear, and Katusko leaned into his touch.

The hot look the two exchanged could have dried Sute’s clothes if she’d been any closer to them. If she hadn’t been in the room, they would probably already be naked. No longer able to stand being invisible, she planted herself in front of the desk. “What next?”

“Nothing for now. I’m expecting a few more reports from Suruga. I would prefer to have additional details before I send you out again.” Shingen picked up a sealed packet from the corner of the desk. “Take this back to Chiyome.”

She tucked the packet in her clothes, bowed to them, then scampered back up into the ceiling. Below her, she heard Katsuko say, in an amused voice, “Why doesn’t anyone use a door here?”

Shingen’s reply wasn’t loud enough for Sute to make out, she could only hear the low rumbling tone that had always reminded her of sweetened pastry. Low, rich, heavy on the tongue. Not that he ever used that tone with her anymore.

Oh well. Sute wasn’t one to dwell on old times. Besides...

She took three steps into the maze of ducts and corridors that crossed through the ceilings of Kasugayama before halting. She stood still for a count of twenty, waiting for Shingen and Katsuko to feel confident she was on her way. Then she crept back to the ceiling tile, the one she had left a crack open for this very purpose. If anyone caught her, she would simply tell them that she had forgotten her sandals and had turned back for them.

But no one had caught her yet – the only other person who regularly used these passages was Sasuke, and she knew him well enough to know he would not question her.

Carefully, silently, she lowered herself to her hands and knees to peer into the room. They were… talking.

Shingen had a map open on his desk, and Katsuko was listening to strategy as if it were the most exciting thing she’d heard in her life.

Were they only going to talk?

Had she sacrificed her shoes for this?

But then Katsuko put her hand on the map, possibly to make a point, maybe just to rest it, and Shingen brushed his fingers along her wrist. She smiled and him, and though Sute could not see his face from her perch, she could imagine. She could remember. His eyelids would lower a fraction while his eyes would darken with smokey interest.

Sute watched as Katsuko took her other hand and stroked his face. Their heads moved closer as he leaned in… the sigh of a kiss.

She slapped her hand over her mouth – had she been the one to make that sound? Quickly, she pulled her mask over her face, more as a reminder to stay quiet, than as a disguise.

Good, they hadn’t heard her.

Their embrace grew more intense; Shingen freed Katsuko’s hair from the leather wrap, and it dropped like a river, flowing over her shoulders and down her back. Sute’s fingers itched to wind themselves in that brown silk, even as she imagined Shingen’s mouth on her own breast.

As if he had read Sute’s mind, Shingen eased Katsuko’s kimono off her shoulder, and lowered his head to –

Sute thumbed her nipple, pinching it, allowing the rough fabric of her kimono to increase the friction. Shingen had never been as forceful with her as she wanted, but up here, surrounded by the symphony of Katsuko’s moans and Shingen’s deep breathing, Sute could arrange things just so.

In the room below, clothing was flung to the floor, and Shingen suddenly turned Katsuko around, balancing her on his desk so he could enter her from behind.

Yesssss.

Sute crept to the other side of the tile, thrilled to be able to see both their faces. She slipped her hand underneath the hakama she chose to wear for ease of movement. It was still wet from rain, but the material clinging to her pussy owed less to the weather and more to the unwitting show Shingen and Katsuko were providing.

Had they only invited her to take part, it would have made up for any discomfort. As it was, Sute had to make do on her own, stroking herself in a rhythm matching theirs.

If they had invited her, this would have been the moment that she slid down Katsuko’s belly, past her hips, deeper, lower, to get a taste of her, a taste of the juices that were pooling in response, around, Shingen’s cock.

Maybe Katsuko would gasp in surprise at the extra sensation, her voice one thrilled, long, ohhh…

And if Sute was lucky, very lucky, Shingen would ask her, “do you want some attention too, Angel?” He might pull her back up, and suck her breasts – yes, his teeth would tug on her nipple -while Sute would be free to capture Katsuko’s mouth with her own and –

Shingen scooped his hands under Katsuko’s ass and carried her out of sight, and only the sounds of their bodies hitting the futon mattress gave her a clue where they’d gone to.

Fuck.

She could still hear them, but their groans and murmured words of love were for each other. The slap of skin on skin did not include her.

Deprived of the view, Sute’s fantasy evaporated, leaving her empty, wanting…

She finished herself off, but the swift, weak orgasm left her unsatisfied, lonely. This was not the way things were supposed to end.

Rearranging her clothing, Sute got to her feet, just as she heard the two lovers cry out and then be silent. They were probably already snuggled up, wrapped in each other’s arms, drifting into sleep.

Now, Sute just wanted to be away, away from the closeness she was not part of. Her shoes could stay where they were for now. She’d get them later… after she paid a certain visit.

When dropping in on another ninja, the element of surprise is difficult to pull off. In fact, Sasuke didn’t even look up from his papers - weird symbols and diagrams – when Sute flipped herself out of the ceiling and landed gracefully in front of him. He simply gestured to the tea kettle that dangled over the irori. “There’s more than enough water in there for tea.”

He continued to make rapid calculations, aided by an abacus. Whatever he was doing was far beyond her understanding. But that was fine. There were other things that he could do that she understood perfectly well.

Uninterested in tea, she came up behind him to blow cool air on his neck. No apparent response. Fine. She wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a light squeeze before letting one hand drift downward.

Ink splattered on the paper.

At last, she had his attention. He raised his head from his work, looked over his shoulder at her. “Ah. I understand now. This is a booty call.”

Half the time she had no idea what he was saying, and this was one of those times. “Is that a good thing?”

He pushed his glasses further up his nose. “I have, in fact, occasionally wondered whether afternoon delight is considered delightful due to the positioning of the sun.”

“It’s raining. Are we going to fuck or not?” If she didn’t shut him up, Sasuke was likely to talk forever. Later, when they were done, and cuddling (Sute liked the post sex cuddle… maybe more than she would admit out loud), she would be happy to listen to the sound of his voice. But right now, she wanted only his body to talk.

“Yes?” He made it sound like a question. “I’m at the precipice of figuring out something crucial and until I do, I won’t be able to give you all my attention. May I have five minutes to finish this equation?”

“I don’t know what a minute is.” She plopped down on his futon to watch him make quick markings with his brush, his fingers pausing to move the beads on the abacus. His brush and clacks combined with the patter of rain on the roof should have been soothing, but Sute only lasted a few breaths of stillness before she jumped up and prowled the room.

Bored…

Bored…

Squirrel!

“Kunai!” Sute amused herself with Sasuke’s pet for a while, tossing nuts for the squirrel to chase around the room before that also got boring.

Sasuke was still face first in his project.

I should have visited Yoshimoto instead.

Eager to hurry him along, she stripped off her still damp clothing, acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world to stand naked in front of him. She’d kept her movements sharp and brisk, not to entice but to remind. I’m here. Aren’t you hungry for me? Making sure to keep within his line of sight, she walked over to a kimono rack and tossed her wet clothing over it. When she turned back around, Sasuke was watching. “I’m wet from the rain.”

She could see his throat constrict when he swallowed, then coughed. After clearing his throat, he said, “My apologies. I did not mean to objectify you.”

“If that means getting you inside me faster, you can objectify me all you want.” Keeping her eyes on his face, she strode over to him and took the brush out of his now slack fingers. “I want to objectify you too.”

“That… seems like it’s only fair.”

“Good.” She paused, leaving her hands a breath away from his body. “What does objectify mean? Am I doing it right?”

“As always with subjective constructs, it’s open to interpretation, but for the sake of brevity, one could say… mmmmf.” She’d slapped her hand over his mouth. He mumbled a “yes” into her palm.

“You talk too much.” She tugged at his hakama, yanking it roughly past his hips, revealing he was already erect underneath the fundoshi. She untucked that final barrier of fabric, as he watched her, now finally silent. Maybe she’d scared him speechless. That was ok. She didn’t need words and sometimes Sasuke’s just bounced around in her head like tiny tamari balls. Good thing he was very skilled at the non-talking stuff too.

Already, he was wrapping his hands in her damp hair as he deftly removed the leather wrap that was entangled in there, easily smoothing away that snarls caused by a long day in the wet (and to be honest, she didn’t remember if she’d combed it this morning.).

This was … nice.

No. This was too intimate. Like a mother brushing through a child’s hair. She’d not known hers at all, but when she was in the orphan home, one of the older girls used to brush out her hair and braid it in a neat queue. It had been the best part of the day, having her hair brushed.

But now, she didn’t want him to be gentle. She wanted release, so she pulled the rest of his clothes off, leaving him standing in only his glasses. Experience had taught her to wait until they were safely in bed to remove those.

Now that all the barriers between them were gone, she sprang at him and he caught her automatically, lifting her until her legs were around his waist. “It’s about time.” She dragged his face to her and claimed his mouth, biting his lip in her eagerness to-

“Sasuke, I – Oh. What? Uh.” Yukimura was half frozen in the entry, having slid the door open without knocking. In his surprise, he looked like a garden statue, motionless, dropped jaw, eyes bugged out. “Sorry! Sorry! I’ll come back later! I mean. Tomorrow! I’ll come back tomorrow!”

Ooooh.

Sute had always wanted a taste of Yukimura, but their paths rarely crossed, and when they did, she’d been too busy to give him a go. “You don’t have to leave. I don’t mind if you want to watch.”

With Sasuke’s body pressed so close to hers, she could feel his pulse speed up at her suggestion. Interesting. She wondered if Sasuke too had sometimes watched people from a perch in the ceiling.

There was no response from Yukimura. It was as if the two men were stuck in an endless pause, both thrilled and scared of her suggestion.

Adding a little weight to scale, Sute pressed herself closer to Sasuke, then turned to wink at Yukimura. “Or…” She added a pause to let him start imagining. “Join us.”

She liked that idea. Oh, how she did. Snuggling up against one person was lovely, but two. Two would be perfection.

Neither man moved, but she could feel Sasuke trembling beneath her.

I have to do everything around here.

She climbed off Sasuke and walked toward Yukimura, putting a purposeful sway in her step. When she halted in front of him, she reached over and ruffled his hair. The whole time… his eyes were on Sasuke, not hers.

“Sute.” Sasuke’s voice was shaky, but there was a tone of warning in it. “Don’t objectify Yuki.”

“Huh?”

Ha! Yukimura didn’t understand what Sasuke said either. It wasn’t just Sute who got confused.

“Yuki, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Sasuke hadn’t made any effort to cover himself, but she thought that was because he had forgotten he was naked.

She made an obvious show of putting her hands behind her back. “See! I’m not objectifying!”

“Geez.” Yukimura now raked his own hand through his hair until it almost stood on end. “I. Don’t. Not. Want to.”

“Oh! Good! Come on!” Not one to waste time, Sute grabbed his hand and flung him toward the futon. Surprised, off balance, he stumbled and fell into Sasuke.

Should she close the door now? For herself, Sute didn’t much care who might walk by and witness them, but… Yukimura and Sasuke might be more fun if they weren’t worried about additional visitors. She slid it shut, then turned to see Yukimura and Sasuke sitting side by side on the futon. Yukimura fidgeted with the corner of his clothes, while Sasuke politely kept his hands to himself. She noticed that his body was angled slightly toward Yukimura, even as he refused to look at anything but the floor.

“Yukimura, you have too many clothes on.” She faked a pout, pursing her lips like a courtesan. “I could help you.”

He sputtered a few nonsense syllables, then Sasuke looked at her and opened his mouth to speak.

Sute interrupted before he could get a word out. “Did I objectify again?”

“There’s a colloquial expression where I am from. Patience is a virtue.” His strange speech seemed even stranger coming from a man wearing nothing but a pair of glasses.

Yukimura rolled his eyes and looked at Sute. ‘Can you believe this guy’ was written all over his face. He and Sute had united against Sasuke’s big words, and finally she felt let in to both sides of the triangle.

United enough that when Yukimura fumbled with his clothing, it was both Sute and Sasuke who helped him – Sute pulled his sash open while Sasuke briefly squeezed Yukimura’s hand before tugging the kimono off his shoulder.

As always, his face gave away nothing. But his breathing, Sute knew, even without thinking about it, that this was something Sasuke had imagined happening… and when Yukimura’s breath sped up in response –

This time Sute did not feel lonely. She’d been part of this, she’d helped them along. When they looked back on this moment, she would be in the memory of it too.

That certainty led her to join them on the mattress, cuddling up to Sasuke to kiss his mouth, then immediately to Yukimura to kiss him too, as if she were transferring Sasuke’s kiss in the process.

I kiss you. I kiss him.

Back to Sasuke, who this time responded with light pressure. Again, she took his kiss to Yukimura, delivering it as a courier.

I kiss you. I kiss him.

Until finally… Sasuke and Yukimura bypassed her and came together in a kiss that ramped up from curious to urgent before Sute could blink.

She sat back like a proud parent watching a baby warlord take his first sparring match, until Sasuke, ever the polite Sasuke, yanked her into the tangle of limbs, and Yukimura’s mouth found her breast –

Now, yes now, that his control had broken, Sute found the force of Yukimura’s urgency exactly matched her needs. “Yes. Bite. Please. Harder.”

Teeth and tongue nearly made her leap off the futon, as the sharp, sweet sensation raced through her.

No more watching –

Outside, thunder rolled, and rain pounded against the walls, rattling the building, muffling sound.

Inside, Sute lost herself in this storm, mouths, hands, sweat, the sticky salty taste –

The driving rain mixed with Yukimura’s guttural moans and Sasuke’s praise of Gods whose names she had not heard of – her own voice urging them not to stop –

It was Yukimura who filled her – rough thrusts, his thickness stretching her just to the point of discomfort, but it was a good discomfort and she ground herself into him, digging her fingers into his shoulders, feeling his muscles contract under her touch. She angled her hips to take him deeper, her body rushing her onward, straining for release.

Barely, she was aware that Sasuke’s arms were wrapped around Yukimura from behind, his mouth clamped on the other man’s neck.

I want…

I want…

And then no more wanting as she came with a scream moments before Yukimura erupted inside of her.

For a moment, she couldn’t move and lay there, melting into a boneless puddle.

After the sparks behind her eyelids faded, and Yukimura had rolled off her, she saw that Sasuke was still waiting for satisfaction. “Fair is fair, ninja.” Her voice sounded rusty, raw, from her screams.

She crawled across Yukimura, intending to take Sasuke in her mouth, but Yukimura got there first, stroking his friend far more hesitantly than he had fucked her.

So, with her chin resting on Yukimura’s chest, she again became the watcher, but this time it was ok. She was still with them. Still here. And when Sasuke’s cum finally spurted onto Yukimura’s hand, Sute felt like she was just as responsible.

Warm, comfortable, she half dozed, drifting in and out of childhood memories, while Yukimura and Sasuke continued kissing lazily. As a little girl, she’d shared a bed with three other orphans, kept warm in winter like a pile of kittens. This felt the same. Warm. Together. Once again safely snuggled, protected from the weather, even as rain pattered steadily against the wall.

She curled up between them, her head using Yukimura’s arm as a pillow, then Sasuke reached between her legs, his skilled fingers gently teasing her, slow waves that crested into another orgasm, one that sent her drifting into sleep.

Time passed.

Possibly they all slept.

As the room turned from rain dimmed to night’s darkness, Yukimura stirred and mumbled something about needing to leave. He didn’t make any effort to move, and Sute took the moment to pull both men closer. “We could do this again sometime.”

Sasuke’s answer was in his rapid heartbeat and held breath, until Yukimura said, “Uh. Yeah. Again. That would be. Ok. Or. Good even.”

“I concur.” Sasuke’s voice was a whisper over her shoulder.

Sute couldn’t wait for the next rainy day.

Thanks to @claviscollections for beta reading. I've never written E fic before (granted this is a borderline M/E) and she helped me make sure none of the characters suddenly appeared to develop an extra limb.

[silkkorchid]

WAS READING SUCH GOOD SERIES ABOUT THE MC GOING TO THE PAST THROUGH HER DREAMS AND IMPACTING THE WARLORDS LIVES ONLY TO FOUND OUT IT HASNT UPDATED FOR 3 OR MORE YEARS NOW

Here is the link for it

I shall go and cry knowing the fact that this is one of many that got abandoned 🥲

[ikemenlibrary]

Now announcing.... 'My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange!

A sweet and spicy holiday to celebrate with your true love

The fifth installment in the Ikémen Gift Exchanges hosted by @ikemenlibrary. This one’s a bit different, as it’s not for a specific fandom, but instead, a romantic holiday! 

This is open to all of the current Ikémen games released in English servers!

Main Info:

Event: Gift Exchange

Fandom(s): Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Revolution

Creation time: January 19 - February 16 Gift sharing: February 17-18

You can sign up for the exchange here

The deadline to submit your submission to join the exchange will be due on January 12.

You will have a month to create a Valentine’s gift for your recipient and an Ikémen character that they have given to you out of their list. 

If you're interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before January 12. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let me (the host)  know if you’ve done that, as I do not get notified when that happens and I want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, I will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact me directly.

Once I get everyone’s information organized and sorted, I will be reaching out to everyone individually on January 19 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to create for, as well as any extra information to share at that point in time.

When your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, I will reach out with a link to join the Discord server (if you aren’t already in it from previous exchanges).**

Please let me know if you have any questions! I can be reached via Tumblr DM or if you have my Discord from previous exchanges, you may find me there as well <3

Disclaimer: **Please note before signing up that I do have a Discord server that I encourage everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (myself included!) to get to know one another, work together, and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with!

If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please message me before you send in an application so I am aware that you will not be joining and can mark it down on my end for organization purposes. (If I’ve spoken to you about this before, just specify in the sign up sheet, there’s no reason to need to reach out again!)

Below the cut, there is a new update to the rules I’ve previously had in place. This is also reflected in the sign up sheet. Please let me know if you have any questions!**

Can’t wait to see you all soon!

**I just wanted to give a quick update on the rules, as I have changed a few things slightly this time around.

The minimum word requirement for fanfiction updated from 800 to 850 words

The fan art requirement has been updated from being lined with a colored drawing, to also require a background as well (this can be a solid color, or scenery, or whatever you decide. The background just cannot be white (of course, special cases may occur and I will leave it up to the artists stylistic choice))

This time around, you cannot select specific characters from a list who you aren’t interested in creating for. That would be too messy with 4 fandoms. Instead, you will get more options of characters to create based on your choices you fill out on the sign up form

You must be ready to share progress during the halfway check in point via Google Drive/Docs if you are a fanfiction creator. If you do not have access to using one of these, please send me whatever you have during the check in, and I will copy it into my Google Drive. This is so if there becomes a time where you lose your progress on something other than Google, there will still be a copy existing, even if it doesn’t completely reflect your current progress. 

This will all be reiterated in the information key you will be given at the time assignments go out, so don’t worry about remembering this for the time being

[not-krys]

52. Deep in Thought [Houki, Abby, Clara, Miri]

Welcome back, it's 2025 so it's back to the 100 Themes Challenge!

For this entry, I decided to give myself a little bit of a challenge. Over on bluesky, there was a creative challenge posted where you would challenge your technical skills for your craft, like, say you normally write in third person POV, to try and see if you could write in a first person POV, to use present tense if you've only used past tense, to try digital art if you've only done traditional previously, stuff like that.

Though I won't be taking part in the challenge officially (for now, it runs through February and March), I did want to test the waters of working on some of my technical skills, namely trying out first person POV since I rarely write in that POV.

For three of these entries, I wrote in First Person while one was a return to form with Third Person. It was fun to try out a POV style I hadn't written in for a long time and a nice little exercise to get my writing muscles working.

For the prompt itself, I did: -Houki's first encounter with Mitsunari's reading trance -Abby is dragged into singing for Mozart -Nokto is helping Clara become more acclimated to the royal life by helping her get used to ordering people around, using himself as her test dummy. -Diavolo asking Miri wants as her reward to winning the Devildom Studies award.

Raw, mostly unedited writing. A lot of fluff in these entries, but there are some spoilers. Clara's entry was inspired by the Obey Me event while Miri's is inspired by the last handful of the final lessons of Obey Me. Abby's thoughts are also a little self-deprecating, she just doesn't have a lot of confidence in herself and her thoughts are reflective of that in her entry.

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Houki

The sound of a turning page was a familiar and comforting sound to Houki, a taste of home that she was away from currently. At least books were still the same here, she thought.

Houki had been tasked by Hideyoshi to bring something for Mitsunari to eat and drink. Since it was the middle of the day and he was in the middle of work, she brought along some flavored rice crackers that Masamune had made earlier along with some cool tea to combat the summer heat.

Much as she was loathed to disturb his work, Hideyoshi had been insistent. After a few knocks, however, she wondered if she had missed him. There was no other sounds other than fluttering paper. Perhaps some books had fallen open in his room and the breeze from open window was causing that sound?

She knocked once, twice, and a third time. No answer. Hideyoshi had insisted he would be here or he'd have said something about going out, she was sure.

"Lord Mitsunari?" she called. "Are you here?"

Still no answer.

The door was slightly ajar thanks to her knocking. Maybe she could leave her snacks and he would come back later? She could also right the fallen books so that they don't get tripped on when Mitsunari returns.

"Sorry for intruding." She nudged her foot into the door, sliding it open easily.

Once she was inside, she yelped in surprise, nearly spilling her tray on the floor.

"Lord Mitsunari!"

There he was, sitting on the floor with a book in his lap. His hand flipped casually to the next page, paying her no mind whatsoever despite her cry being anything but quiet.

Once her heart and breath had calmed, she looked at Mitsunari a second time, setting her tray on the floor.

"…Lord Mitsunari?" she said.

Even this close to him, he didn't respond. He seemed unaware of everything aside from his book.

Houki poked his shoulder with her finger. No response. She grasped his shoulder and shook it gently, as if she was trying to wake him. Nothing. She shook him a little harder, and a little harder, and a little harder until his head was bobbling. Nothing. She even pinched her own cheek to make sure she wasn't dreaming, which still hurt, so this wasn't a dream. She even pinched his and he didn't say or do anything.

How strange… and a little horrifying.

How long had he been like this? Was he sick? Should she go get someone? Lord Hideyoshi for sure! Maybe there was a doctor nearby? Lord Ieyasu? Well, he was often cantankerous around Mitsunari but surely he would help if there was something wrong with his fellow lord?

As if to answer her prayers, loud knocking against the door frame made her jump a second time.

"Yo, lass!" It was Lord Masamune, followed shortly by Lord Hideyoshi's exasperated sigh. "Heard you be here today!"

"Lord Masamune! Lord Hideyoshi!"

"Hey, what's wrong?" Hideyoshi asked, pushing past Masamune and kneeling beside the two of them.

"It's… it's Lord Mitsunari. He's not moving and he hasn't responded to me when I spoke to him."

Hideyoshi sighed a second time, more disgruntled than before.

"Not again…"

"…'Again?'"

"He sometimes gets like this when he gets too invested in what he's reading." Hideyoshi frowned. "Sorry you had to find him like this."

"So… this is …normal?"

"For him, yeah." Hideyoshi reached out and tugged on a stray strand of Mitsunari's grey hair, the other taking no notice of the action. "We haven't figured out why or how he slips into such a deep trance. He can be like this for hours."

"H-hours!?"

"Hideyoshi found him like this once when he'd also scared a few of the maids, then scolded him afterwards for not taking care of himself." Masamune grinned.

"We're trying not to encourage this behavior, especially when he worries people with it."

"Hey, Lass," Masamune ignored Hideyoshi, grabbing one of the flavored rice cakes, "wanna see a trick?"

"Masamune," Hideyoshi warned.

The Date Lord scooted closer to Mitsunari and held the little cake up to the younger lord's mouth. Houki was surprised a second time today when Mitsunari opened his mouth after a few seconds and took a bite out of the rice cake, chewed, then swallowed.

"Is he…?"

"Still out of it, I'm afraid." said Masamune, tugging on the same hair clump that Hideyoshi had, Mitsunari still not responding. "He'll eat or drink most things that's put near his mouth. Just be careful with your fingers as he might eat them too. Found that out the hard way."

"He's not a toy for your amusement." Hideyoshi said, rubbing his nose bridge.

"He'll also hold anything you put in his hand. I've seen Ieyasu stacking books on his head before, too." Masamune laughed.

"Really, all of you." Hideyoshi admonished.

"S-so!" Houki interrupted, "is there a way to… bring him back?"

"Sure there is!" Masamune said. "Take his glasses away or whatever book he's reading."

"It's really that simple?"

"It'd be real inconvenient if we couldn't bring him back, wouldn't it?" said Masamune. "Oh, when you feed him when he's like this, he knows if you try to get him to eat carrots."

"Carrots?"

"He hates them. No matter how you prepare them, he knows if you're trying to feed 'em to him. Cut up small, cooked, raw, or mushed into a paste with any spice you can throw at it, he just… knows. Me and Hideyoshi have tried it sooo many ways at this point."

"It is the strangest thing. Anything else he'll eat but carrots is where he draws the line." Hideyoshi said, putting his hand on the book Mitsunari was holding. "But you need a break."

With a swift tug, Hideyoshi pulled the book off of Mitsunari's lap and like magic, Mitsunari blinked and looked at his surroundings, as if he had been woken up from a deep sleep. His eyes scanned Hideyoshi's and Masamune's faces, finally settling on Houki's face and gently smiled.

"Oh, hello, everyone. It's nice to see all of you."

"Good morning, lad." Masamune grinned.

"Morning? But the sun is quite high for it to be morning. Had I fallen asleep?"

"In a way." Hideyoshi said. "You got caught up in your reading again. You should apologize to Houki as she found you first."

"Oh," Mitsunari's eyes widened, "My apologies, Lady Houki. To find me in such a state."

"You did give her a right scare, lad." Masamune laughed.

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Abby

He was behind me. He was behind me again! The silence from the music room should have been my tip that something was up, but I thought he'd given up by now!

"You." His cold voice startled me, my hands squeezing the poor broom handle to the point of choking, it felt like.

Slowly, very slowly, I turned around to face Mozart, his arms crossed and his elegant brows furrowed. I think even his mole was judging me with the way he was staring.

"Y-yes?" Why did my voice have to come out like that!?

"Music room. Now."

What have I done to deserve this!?

My shoulders shook, feebly holding up my broom taller.

"I-I have chores to-"

"Do them later." Mozart was firm! "Tell Sebastian that I needed you for something."

"Y-yes, sir." I said meekly.

Mozart turned on his heel and headed back into the music room. I followed behind him, trying to keep my movements as quiet as I could. He's told me before that he thought I was loud, and, not wanting to irritate him further, I did my best to be silent. It was easy on the carpeted floor of the hallway, but marble floor of the music room, with no rugs to muffle sound? I felt exposed in a different sort of way, the green walls even feeling intimidating.

Mozart sat at the piano bench, an elegant piece made of white wood and gold accents, flipping out his coat tails to sit more comfortably.

"Leave your broom by the door."

I nodded, setting my once close companion against the door's frame, cradling it with my hands.

"Come closer."

I shuffled closer to the piano, my steps unbearably loud in this space. Was my heart as loud in this room as it was in my ears, I wondered. It wouldn't be surprising if Mozart said I was being loud again and it was my own racing heart he was hearing.

"You were singing the other day while you were cleaning in the room next door to the music room."

He could hear that!?

"S-sorry if I disturbed-"

"It was a song I wrote. Long ago."

His fingers glided gracefully across the keys, playing a familiar melody.

"Y-yes. An Chloë. You wrote it inspired by the poem, right?"

"Correct." He continued to play, seeming getting lost in thought. "Where did you learn it?"

"My auntie." I started, but corrected myself. "Well, one of her previous girlfriends taught it to me when I was young. She always sang it beautifully and I wanted to learn it too, despite knowing no German then."

She was nice, from what I remember of her, Auntie's German girlfriend. Father didn't like her and often got into arguments with Auntie over her. I was really young at the time, so I don't remember exactly what became of her, but I didn't see her after a time and I remembered missing her when she went away.

"Sing it again."

"E-excuse me?!" Say what now?

"Sing it." He repeated, starting the melody over as if it was looping, it was that smooth of a transition.

"I-"

He glanced back my way, as if to say he's not repeating it a third time.

With a brief pause in the music to signal my cue, I took a breath and closed my eyes, praying that whatever came out didn't sound like a screeching cat.

"Wenn die Lieb' aus deinen blauen, Hellen, offnen Augen sieht…"

It was as if a spell was taking over me, remembering a simpler time with Auntie and her German girlfriend at the time. I felt calmer. I know I was butchering the German pronunciation, horribly so, I'm sure. Mozart didn't stop playing though, nor did he say anything to correct me. I tapped my fingers against my leg to keep time, to keep from intruding on the song any more than I already was.

When the song ended, the room was deathly silent.

Mozart, for the first time I've seen him doing it, closed the lid across the keys and stood up.

"Ugh, noisy."

I froze and bit my lip. He was the one who asked (okay, he demanded!) that I come with him here, so  what was the point in-

Then, I heard it.

Applause.

One set of hands at first, then two, three, four more. The more clapping I heard, the redder my cheeks became.

"You're all lurking." Mozart said, irritated. "Move."

I caught eyes with Le Comte standing in the doorway, along with Napoleon, Vincent, Theo, Arthur, Issac, Dazai, and Sebastian all gathered behind him. Le Comte was the last to stop his clapping.

"My, what a lovely performance." He said, his entrance allowing the others to come into the music room as well. I could see the ends of Leonardo's overcoat sleeves sitting just off of the door, while Jean was leaning against the far window with his arms crossed in the hallway.

"You did well, Nunuche." Napoleon squeezed my shoulder, smiling proudly.

"Well, who knew our little dove could sing like that?" Arthur tapped my other shoulder while Theo ruffled my hair.

With all of the compliments I was receiving, my desire to crawl into a pit and hide for eternity grew. Mozart huffed as he stood at the doorway.

"Should have shut the door." he grumbled as we walked down the hallway, kicking Leonardo's coat sleeve out of his way.

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Clara

If there was one thing that I could say about Clara, it's that she was quite cute when she wanted to be stubborn. I knew I was pushing her buttons, but I'd rather it be me pushing her than some stuffy courtier that decided to correct her. Sariel and Rio were kind to her (most times, one more forgiving, the other mothering), but she needs to learn how to act like a queen as will be her status soon. She needs to learn that giving orders was part of the royal life and that the other nobles will respect her more by acting above others, no matter her personal feelings on the matter.

Yet, I couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked, trying to make up orders to throw me off her tail. She'd spend a few moments deep in thought, likely thinking of what could be the most boring, mundane activity she could make me do, as though that would deter me.

Ever since I had found the legendary rainbow wine, she had gone into panic mode, thinking I had overworked myself and had been thinking of more banal requests, like help with her chores. Admittedly, finding the wine was a very difficult task, but, as a prince, I hadn't really experienced doing mundane things like chores, so it was a treat for me, experiencing something that was so normal to her but was new to me. Airing out her books was something I hadn't thought about doing before but now it made sense why her books always smelled fresh when I visited her house. Feeding her had been delightful, watching her face going from surprise, to confusion, to denial, to finally eating from my hand. Even wiping her face was pleasurable, feeling her cheeks warm under my fingers. She really is adorable.

The real challenge came later in the evening, when I spied her carrying a towel, her night clothes, a dressing gown, and a basket with a bottle of rose water and some soap.

She also spied me looking at her. I could already feel the corners of my mouth turning up.

"My lady--"

"No."

She's onto me, of course.

"I didn't even say anything."

"I know what you were thinking. And the answer is no."

"No to what?"

"No to helping me bathe."

"You were the one to suggest it."

"I didn't think you'd take it seriously."

"Well, I am taking it seriously." I walked closer to her, "I'm at your beck and call, remember?"

"That stupid game again..." she hissed under her breath, making me internally snicker. "Look, Nokto. You've been helpful all day and thank you for all your help."

"My pleasure."

"But I'm putting my foot down here. I can bathe by myself."

"I'm aware of that." I said, still following behind her.

"So why don't you go find something else to do?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, lady."

"Why not?"

"Because I possibly can't refuse my lady when she's in need of my help."

"I. can. bathe. by. myself."

"I'm aware. I'm helping you out, however."

"And I said no and go find something else to do."

"I refuse."

"Nokto!"

I grinned.

"I'm a man of my word, my lady." I bowed. "You suggested that I help you in the bath and I'm here to do just that."

Clara flushed darkly.

"T-then, I want to give you an order."

"I'm all ears."

"I want-" she started, but was cut off by her back hitting the bathroom door.

"I didn't hear you, lady." I stood over her.

"Go and-"

I leaned in closer.

"Yes?"

She bit her lip, looking down. I brushed a loose hair behind her ear, making her visibly shiver.

"Let me help you in the bath, my lady."

She breathed in a quick breath.

"...No funny business. I really do need to wash my hair."

"Alright."

"And if I tell you to stop, you stop."

"Of course."

"Remember, nothing funny."

"None whatsoever."

She swallowed and I pulled on the doorknob, opening the door for her.

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Miri

I saw that Miri had sunken into the couch cushions of the common room, the light from the fireplace highlighting the dark circles under her eyes. Lucifer had finally awoken after several days of recovery, I had heard, but the nights have clearly worn down the small sorcerer. It reminded me of time before she had received the Ring of Light, when the life seemed drained out of her. It might have been better to talk to her once she had returned to RAD's campus in her own time, but the Science Committee was insistent and the school year was ending soon. This couldn't be put off much longer, regretfully.

With an encouraging smile and a heavy heart, I opened my arms towards her.

"Congratulations, Miri."

"Diavolo?"

"Asmodeus and Luke have informed everyone of Lucifer's recovery. I'm glad to hear that he's woken up."

"Thank you." she was quiet again, looking away.

"And I've heard that you've been declared the winner of the Devildom Studies division thanks to your efforts in redirecting the moon's course."

She was silent and I had realized my mistake too late. I cleared my throat.

"A-anyway! That's why I'm here, so we can discuss the specifics of your wish! You've earned it."

As if there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for Miri already, the human that could literally flip worlds on their heads. She's surely changed the Devildom for the better, I'm certain of that. Any wish she had I would have granted, contest or no. She has become special to everyone, an exemplary exchange student and sorcerer, a wonderful addition to RAD's student council, a precious friend, someone that I would like to-

"I… don't have a wish."

And she surprised me yet again! And with a lie, as well! She should have known better!

Hmm… perhaps she was more exhausted than I had anticipated?

"It doesn't have to be anything big, don't worry."

Maybe if I reassure her, she'll tell me? Perhaps she's embarrassed about her wish?

"Even small wishes are fine to ask for. A delicious meal? Perhaps a nice vacation to the Human Realm? You and the brothers can relax on the coast of a private island! Any book or clothing you desire?"

I would give her all those things and more even if she doesn't ask for them. She deserves to have any happiness I can give to her and more.

Still, she seemed deep in thought, her hand cradling her chin.

"What if… it wasn't a small wish?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if I… never mind…" she shook her head.

"Please, tell me, Miri."

"…It's silly."

Stepping closer to her, I knelt down so I could meet her at her eye level.

"I had already given my word that I would grant any wish that came out of this contest, big or small. You've already moved worlds with your own powers. Now, I would like to do the same for you, if you ask it of me."

She fidgeted, her small hand reaching out for mine, but stopping midway.

"You said… anything within your power, you'll do?"

"Yes."

"And… if it's outside of your scope of power?"

What was she getting at?

She released a breath.

"Remember… when everyone went to the Human Realm for a vacation?"

"I do. Fondly."

Miri had been getting her sorcerer's license at the time. I smiled as memories surfaced of amusement parks, brief kidnappings, karaoke, and haunted hotel rooms. What a time that was!

Miri wasn't smiling, however.

"It was after I had passed all my tests. We were celebrating and had all gathered together and…"

Wait, I know where this is going…

"You had said at the time that… there was still a lot of bad blood between the three realms. And I know that there's still a lot of that, even now."

Holding her elbow, she continued.

"I'll understand if it's still not within your power, but… as for my wish, I… I want to live in Devildom. Permanently."

My heart swelled and dropped at the same time. What she was asking me was in my power, of course, but as I had told her before, the bad blood between the three realms would make her wish difficult to accomplish, else I would have swept her up and kept her at the castle ages ago.

"I feel like… I belong here. My family is here." She said sincerely. "And I know that the demon nobility won't like it any more than the higher ups in the Celestial Realm will. Always have to keep things fair for everyone…"

Her tiny hands clenched tightly, her knuckles pale.

"But… I guess I'm a little tired of everyone telling me things have to be a certain way. That it has to always be a certain way."

I agreed with her. Times were changing whether the old blood liked it or not. Demons and angels weren't at war anymore. Humans were proving to be quite capable in befriending both, as Miri has proven in her time in Devildom.

Still, change was going to be hard pill to swallow for some, we both knew that.

"As I told you before, it is within my power to grant your wish. You've made me incredibly happy in wanting to make Devildom your permanent home. But your wish, as you said, will be incredibly difficult to accomplish, given the current political climate between the three realms."

"I understand."

"And I will warn you that you and the brothers might come under fire because of this decision, from both sides. Are you sure you want that to happen?"

Miri was quiet again, the frown evident. It was a little harsh but it was something to consider. I knew Miri wouldn't think twice about her own safety, but when it comes to the brothers? She wouldn't bring them under scrutiny if she could help it.

"What's this about me and my brothers coming under fire?" a deep familiar voice said in the hallway, shoes clicking as they came closer.

"Lucifer." Miri said quietly.

"Lucifer! Glad to see you up and about." I said, standing up.

Lucifer nodded in acknowledgement, placing a hand on Miri's shoulder, lightly squeezing it.

"I heard you two talking." he said.

"Yes, about Miri's wish. She won the Studies division of the Devildom Science Fair."

"Hmm." Lucifer said.

"She's telling me about how she wants to make the Devildom her permanent home."

"I see."

"And we were just about to get into the schematics of how to make that happen. It won't be easy, I'm sure you're aware."

"I'm aware. It's a different process compared to when my brothers and I first appeared here."

"Thank goodness for that!" I laughed.

[eventinelysplayground]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

This is the complete list of all the fics I've done for Kintober 2024. The prompt list I followed was provided by @natimiles, @candied-boys and @valkyyriia. They said using an unused prompt on a different day was allowed so I did do that a few times in the challenge. All of these fics are NSFW so minors do not interact. If there are fic specific trigger/content warnings I will place a detailed description in the individual fics info and a ⚠️ on this list. I hope you all enjoy the fics and have a great Kinktober! Horny Rainbow divider by @cafekitsune

Day 1: Bondage: Tied up, Shakespeare ⚠️

Day 2: Role Reversal: Attempting Villainy, Victor

Day 3: Face Sitting: A Pleasing Apology, Keith/Alter Keith

Day 4: Biting/Marking: A Visual Demonstration, Mitsuhide

Day 5: Cock Drunk: Trading Spaces, Chevalier

Day 6: Punishment: Wake the Blacksmith, Clavis ⚠️

Day 7: Blood Play: A Short Symphony of Blood, Mozart ⚠️

Day 8: Temperature Play: Cold, Roger

Day 9: Impact Play: Silence, Sariel ⚠️

Day 10: Cockwarming: A Hundred and Fifty Pages, Leonardo

Day 11: Mirror Sex: Reflected Beauty, Elbert

Day 12: Food Play: Dessert, Yves

Day 13: Rough Sex: Licht

Day 14: Overstimulation: Jin

Day 15: Predator/Prey: Hunting Party, Nokto ⚠️

Day 16: First Time: First Time, Tristan & Violet (ikepri OCs)

Day 17: Breeding: Follow the Rules, Matias (Matthias)

Day 18: Praise Kink: Praise Me, Mitsunari

Day 19: Blindfold: Unseen, Vlad

Day 20: Body Worship: Worship of the Flesh, Kennyo

Day 21: Begging: It Never Happened, Ieyasu

Day 22: Hate/Angry Sex: One Thing, Jude ⚠️

Day 23: Somnophilia: Keep Sleeping, Hideyoshi ⚠️

Day 24: Against the Wall: Lost in Eternity, Comte

Day 25: Multiple Orgasms: Shingen

Day 26: Outdoors/Public: In a Garden of Roses, Silvio

Day 27: Lingerie: Jean

Day 28: Wax Play: Faust

Day 29: Shower/Bath: A Relaxing Bath, Alfons

Day 30: Jealous Sex: The Green Eyed Monster, Theo

Day 31: Free Day: A Simple Night, Azel

[ikemenfanfiction]

Masterlist

I write for the Ikemen Vampire and Ikemen Sengoku Fandoms. I also have an Obey Me Fanfiction blog.

I used to have a more extensive Ikemen Sengoku/Vampire writing blog but it was deleted. These will be mostly stories I've managed to save from the void along with a few new ones. Enjoy!

>>>>>> IKEVAMP >>>>>>> Characters: Le Comte - First Taste of You; Etiquette Tutor Roleplay Leonardo - (WIP) Napoleon - Before You; Body Guard Roleplay Mozart - (WIP) Jean - Your light found me; Isaac - Before you; Doctor Roleplay (NSFW) Dazai - First Taste of You; Arthur - Tutor Roleplay (NSFW); Theodorus - First Taste of You; Vincent - Before you; Sebastian - First Taste of You; Vlad - (WIP) Charles - (WIP) Faust - (WIP)

>>>>>>>> IKESEN >>>>>>> Characters: Nobunaga - Irresistible Mini Story Ieyasu - (WIP) Hideyoshi - (WIP) Masamune - Irresistible Mini Story Mitsunari - (WIP) Keiji - (WIP) Ranmaru - (WIP) Kenshin - Kasugayama Route, Shingen - (WIP) Sasuke- Irresistible Mini Story Yukimura - Kasugayama Route, Yoshimoto - (WIP) Kanetsugu - (WIP) Kennyo - (WIP) Motonari - (WIP) Kicho - (WIP) Longer Stories: (These have more than one love interest in the plot.) Kasugayama Route: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3 (O.C.) Akira: Azuchi Route: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3

[silly-is-trying]

Let’s Try: Snowboarding!

(Also just having winter fun with Yukimura)

Ikemen Sengoku

The idea: One of my New Years Resolutions is trying a bunch of new things (like writing for example) and spending time doing what I love soo I thought why not take our favorite characters with me? Let’s Try __ is basically where I write about characters doing some activity for the first time or just having fun with it.

Silly Note: I love going snowboarding and I’ve decided to make it everyone’s problem <3.

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Yukimura!

(i spun a random wheel)

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Yukimura

• He catches on pretty quick. However, it does take him a while to figure out how to stop smoothly.

• Tons of face planting into the snow.

• “Oi, slow down and watch where you’re going, will you?! And you better not get hurt out here either!”

• May or may not (ever so slightly, subtly) try to show off what skills he does pick up.

• If you’re new to snowboarding as well, he’ll undo the straps that attach his boots to the board and hold your hands as you two make it down a bunny hill for the first few times.

• If you’re an experienced snowboarder you might be able to get him to rely on you for support the first few times he goes down a hill.

• Let’s say the two of you bring Muramasa along on this little winter adventure of yours. One of your breaks is definitely watching him play around in the snow with your head leaning against Yukimura’s shoulder and his arm around your waist.

• Theres a point where you accidentally accelerate instead of slowing down when you need to which leads to you careening into the safety net. Yukimura is quick to follow after you in order to ensure that you are not hurt. Once he’s confirmed you’re okay, he’ll shoot you one of his teasing smiles,

“Well, wow. That was even more boar-like than usual.”

• Challenge him to race down a slope (if you’re feeling confident enough). He’d accept though it’ll probably end with you two tangled in a heap on a pile of snow.

• A lot of falling of course.

One particular instance is when Yukimura attempts to rise on his feet to give the hill another go but end up leaning too far backwards. You reach out to try and stop him from flopping onto his rear but instead are pulled forward yourself, crashing into his chest and sending you both sprawling backwards.

The two of you lay there in silence for a moment before bursting into laughter. Yukimura wraps his arms around you and before you can comment on anything he presses a kiss to the tip of your chilled nose followed by one on your lips.

“What was that for?” You ask and he can hear the smile in your voice.

“Nothing.” Even against the cold winter wind, Yukimura can feel his cheeks heat up, “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried, I’m curious—”

“Well, cut it out and let’s focus on making it down the hill, yeah?” His words are clumsy, yes, but there’s blatant affection that he could never conceal from you in his expression.

“Besides, do I really need a reason to kiss you?” He leans in to say before going back to strap in his boots, leaving you sitting there beside him for a moment, processing what he said.

• Once the two of you had your fill of snowboarding for the way, you make your way to a nice, chic, cozy, warm cafe.

Yukimura’s eyes narrow as they fall upon the rows and rows of pastries laid out neatly for customers to pick and choose from.

“I better make sure Lord Shingen never finds this place.” He mutters, only half joking. (It’s too late. Shingen is rizzing up the owners.). The two of you sit down to eat some good food and replenish your energy after all the time you spent outdoors.

• “Thank you. For taking me snowboarding, I mean. It was fun but also I’m just glad I got to spend the day with you.”

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| Extra |

• You’re both SORE as hell.

(Bitter) Silly Note: Brother WHO was gonna tell me I’d be this sore???? Like I knew I would be but also goddamn????

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[ikeromantic]

May I request for some Mitsuhide fluff?

Where the MC and him share a nice quiet night after a hectic day of buying gifts for everyone for the new year?

Thanks for the ask, nonny! Mitsuhide sweetness coming up! Approx 700 words ^_^

Mitsuhide was tired. Buying gifts for all his fellow warlords took more time than he'd thought it would. This was due in large part to his little mouse. Each gift had to be perfect, which meant visiting nearly every shop and stall in the city. And now his arms were laden with bags. Not heavy on their own, but getting weightier with every step. 

"Oooh, what about this? Do you think Ieyasu would like a glass sunflower? The color reminds me of his hair." She was stopped a little ahead of him, pointing at yet another stall. 

"We already bought a gift for Ieyasu. The amber cloak pin, remember?" Mitsuhide shifted the bags around, trying to recall which held that item. 

His little one sighed. "But is it as pretty as the flower? I don't know. Maybe-"

"The pin is beautiful and he will love it." Mitsuhide had endless patience for his lover, but sometimes she was just too kind. Too sweet. Which was fine when all that energy was aimed at him, but less so when applied to other men.

"You're right. Of course you are." She beamed at him and her smile gave him a burst of energy. He would do anything to see her so happy. "So that leaves . . . Kyubei? No. We got him that Portuguese language book. And Masamune has spices. Nobunaga is getting those fancy cards . . ."

"We've bought gifts for every single person on your list. And a few who weren't." Mitsuhide smiled at her, his crescent moon grin soft and warm. "Let's go home."

She nibbled at her lower lip. "I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting someone." She ticked off the other warlords and their gifts, mouthing each one silently. "I guess that really is everyone. Let's get home then. I'm sure those bags are heavy. Can I help carry them?"

"Nope." His smile widened. "But there is one thing you can do."

"What's that?" 

"Say thank you. With a kiss." 

She laughed and stood on tip toe to press a kiss to his waiting lips. 

Mitsuhide relished her touch, the sweet softness of her. He wished he could draw the kiss out, but the best things in life were precious precisely because they were fleeting. Besides, there would be other kisses. Other moments of shared intimacy. Many of them, if he had his way. And he would. 

Once home, with the packages carefully stowed away and ready to be wrapped later, Mitsuhide retired to his rooms with his lover. He sat back on their futon, watching as she stripped out of her daywear and into a more comfortable robe. He could not help but enjoy the view. His little mouse was beautiful to him. Every curve and every line of her. The fall of her hair, the spark in her gaze, and the grace of her motion when she did not realize she was being observed. 

"Come here," Mitsuhide told her. 

She looked over at him, eyes widened in surprise. "I need to brush my hair."

"I'll brush it for you. Come here." He patted the spot between his legs and smiled.

Her cheeks heated as she came to him and sat. "Like this?"

Mitsuhide took the brush from her hand. "What do you think, little mouse?" 

His words, spoken close to the delicate shell of her ear, made her shiver. "Yes?"

"Yes." He ran his fingers through her hair, careful not to pull where it tangled. The brush followed in the wake of his fingers. 

Neither of them spoke. The only sound was the light rasp of the brush, and their shared breath. His, even and relaxed. Hers caught at his light touch on the nape of her neck, and came out in little pleased gasps as she relaxed against him. 

Mitsuhide set the brush down and pulled her close against his chest. This was not meant for men like him, and yet he'd defied fate and whatever gods may be to have this love. This life. He would not waste it. "I love you," he murmured the words against the crown of her head.

"I love you too," she sighed.

[writingwhimsey]

Hi! 🤗 Congratulations on 400 followers🎉. I choose suitor as a dad from the fluff prompt list. Can I have Mitsuhide, Arthur and Clavis please?. I hope you have fun with this but no pressure🩷

Thank you darling! I love this one and I hope you do too!

400 Follower Celebration

Fluff headcanon: Suitors as fathers

Suitors: ikesen Mitsuhide, ikevamp Arthur, and ikepri Clavis

Only warning, you may get cavities from how sweet this is.

Mitsuhide

He’d never given much thought to becoming a father. Bringing a little one into this war torn world, adding another person who could be at risk of being pulled into his darkness? It didn’t seem right to put a child through that. And yet once he met you…and then when you told him you were pregnant…he was scared, but oh so happy.

Once your little one arrived, Mitsuhide fell in love instantly. He vowed that he would make the world a safer place for the little one your love had created. He would always protect and cherish your child. As your child grew, he made sure that they never wanted for anything. Never saw the horrors and hardships he, himself, had experienced. 

Though he makes sure your child doesn’t have to experience the same things he had, he still teaches them all the necessary skills they will need to survive…much like he had done with you when you first arrived. He is gentle yet firm while teaching your child all the important skills they’ll need to survive…though he does his best to make sure they never have to actually use these skills.

Arthur

With as much as he had played around, Arthur hadn’t really pictured himself settled down with a family. But then when you came into his life…into his heart he couldn’t help but to want those things. After months of trying, you finally tell him the good news that you’re pregnant, Arthur is over the moon with joy.

He is loving and supportive and doting throughout your pregnancy. He is a major support during the delivery of your child. And as soon as he sees the little one you two made together…he is completely head over heels for this child. He is the most loving and devoted father.

He helps you with the late night feedings, diaper changes, all of it. He doesn’t want to miss a second of fatherhood with this child you two share. As the child grows, he takes to making up bedtime stories to tell them. One of their favorite past times. He is fully involved in your child’s life and loves being a father.

Clavis

From the moment you two marry, Clavis can’t help but to tease you about having a child. Telling you the kingdom of Lecloch needs an heir. Deep down though, he really wants to be a father. Not because of having an heir or such, but because he genuinely wants to have a child with the woman he loves. He wants a family with you. And when that finally happens…he is ready to shout from the rooftops. There may or may not be a week long celebration in his “kingdom” once you announce the news.

During your pregnancy, Clavis is at your beck and call. He is overjoyed when your strange cravings are for his inventive cooking. He happily cooks for you. He dotes on you and loves speaking to your belly. During your labor and delivery, he is by your side the entire time holding your hand…he may make a joke or two trying to lighten the mood of the room, but when you give him that stern look…he knows.

As your child grows, Clavis is loving and attentive. He makes sure to be present in your family life. He never wants you or the child you share to doubt his love for you. He is determined to be a much better father than the one he had. Once the child is old enough, Clavis is teaching them all of his tricks and having them help with his pranks. When they are seen together the staff go, “And now there are two of them.” Clavis is fun, loving, and doting as a father. He absolutely treasures being a father and considers it the best title he has ever held.

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[colourless-hydrangeas]

Introducing The Warlords To Pinatas: Part 1

A little backstory: You really missed pinatas in the Sengoku period, so you made one with paper for lunar new year, and filled it with konpeitou.

Nobunaga:

What is this rainbow donkey?

Oh? It's filled with konpeitou?

He is the one who pops the pinata before everyone else.

And hogs the konpeitou all for himself.

Hideyoshi:

Rainbow donkey-looking paper object?

And it is filled with konpeitou?

He tries to keep it away from his lord at all costs.

But he fails.

Masamune:

He loves this new thing.

He wants to learn how to make them.

Once he learns to make them, he will fill them with all sorts of food for pranking people.

Expect him to make a pinata for every occasion.

Mitsuhide:

He will be watching and mentally laughing at everything that happens.

He helps Masamune making pinatas sometimes.

Ieyasu:

Ew, what is that rainbow vomit?

He wants to burn it.

Mitsunari:

He has no idea that something was hanging from the ceiling until it was popped.

He was too busy reading.

He thought it was raining konpeitou.

He is not much bothered by the rainbow paper, or the konpeitou rain.

Keiji:

That thing looks so annoying.

He wants to whack it with his spear.

But konpeitou rain, yum!

Ranmaru:

He loves the silly rainbow donkey.

And it's filled with konpeitou too!

He will sneakily put more sweets inside the pinata.

He will also try to make one for Kennyo, all by himself.