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[xxsycamore]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ━ ≪ VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2024 ≫

Welcome to the fifth annual installment of Visions of Temptation, a multifandom kinktober prompt list/creation challenge! ►Under the cut you will find both lists written down in blank format. You’ll also find a short explanation of some of the lesser-known kinks.

███ GUIDELINES

► minors DNI!

► The two lists are absolutely free to use across all fandoms, with a main focus on otome games. If you’re a writer, artist, visual graphic creator, etc., you can use these lists to create your kinktober works.

►You can share this with your followers and open requests using these lists.

► In the kink list, you can choose a kink to work with for each day of October, while in the other list, you have 31 dialogue prompts. It’s up to you whether you choose to follow one of the lists or both, and to combine them or not. You don't have to follow just one list either - mix and match them if you'd like!

► Make sure to put content warnings where needed.

► Unlike most of my challenges, this one won't have a masterlist featuring the works created for it, meaning that it won't have a deadline either - feel free to complete it at your own pace.

► About credit: Make sure to mention the challenge itself and its creator. I’d be happy to see your works, so please tag me when using my list here on tumblr! Posting to other sites is fine, as long as you credit me :)  

►In order for us to find each other's works and appreciate them, please make sure to use the tag " #visions of temptation 2024 " !

►Don't hesitate to reach out if you have a question! My askbox is always open!

►Remember to have fun and not stress over this really long challenge! ❤

targeted fandoms: Ikeseries (Ikemen Villains; Ikemen Prince; Ikemen Vampire; Ikemen Sengoku + other cybird games); Love and Deepspace; Tears of Themis; Obey me!; Mr. Love: Queen's Choice; Count of Darkness; Voltage games; Mystic Messenger; Lovebrush Chronicles; Light and Night + all other mobile/console otome you can think of. Remember, this is just the focus of the challenge - you can write for any fandom at all!

Depending on how much free time i've got on my hands, I'll also be checking out your works and reblogging them on my main blog, @kissmetwicekissmedeadly - under the tag "#vot '24 reblogs" :)

If you're wondering if I'm taking requests for my challenge, make sure to check my blog beforehand. At the moment of posting this, requests are closed - but that might change in the future.

███ PROMPTS

► both lists in blank format + handy explanation of some of the kinks under the cut.

Happy creating, everyone and may you have a great October! ❤

KINK LIST:

 Porn Actors AU  |  Anonymous Sex/One-night Stand

 Gloryholes  |  Handjobs/Fingering

 Phone sex  | Guided Touching 

 Orgasm Control  |  Bondage/Shibari

 Make up Sex  |  Mirror Sex

 Feather Play  |  Coming Untouched

 Sensory Deprivation  |  Sex Toys/Object Insertion

 Workplace Sex  |  Sex in a Vehicle 

 Choking/Breath play  | Dacryphilia

 Accidental Stimulation  |  Body Part Worship 

 Wet Dreams  |  Sexual Fantasy

 First Times  |  Role Reversal

 Fetish Clothing & Accessories |  Striptease

 Bathroom sex  |   Outdoor/Public sex

 Discipline & Punishment  |  Degradation/Praise Kink 

 Nipple Orgasms  |  Lactation/Pregnant sex 

 Blade/Gun Play  |  Spanking/Impact play 

 Intoxication/Hypnosis/Aphrodisiacs  |   Dry Humping

 Watersports  |  Begging 

 Food Play  |  Come Play

 Anal Sex/Pegging |  Size Difference

 Omegaverse/Breeding  |  Petplay 

 Massages  |  Temperature Play 

 Facesitting  |  Deepthroating

 Voyeurism/Exhibitionism  |  Getting Caught 

 Spitroasting  |  Double Penetration 

 Casual Sex/FWB  |  Switching Partners 

 Biting/Marking  |  Jealousy/Possessiveness 

 Sex Games/Dares  |  Trying New Positions     

 Cockwarming/Somnophilia  | Foreplay/Aftercare focus

Non-human characters/traits |  Sexual Roleplay 

DIALOGUE LIST:

 "I have no plans of stopping anytime soon."

"You have to say it. Use your words."

"See this? It's going to go inside you."

"Hush now. I'm only trying to help you."

"Let's see how long you can last."

"You know what happens when you do that."

"Maybe I should be punished?"

"Look at you, you're taking it so well."

 "We can go, or we can stay here and fuck."

"And here I thought you were an innocent one."

"Go on, put it in yourself."

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"Don't tease now. Be nice."

"I want to watch you come just from this."

"Beg me to be gentle."

"You thought you could get away with seducing me?"

"One more orgasm and I'll untie you."

"You look good like that. Thoroughly loved."

"I thought this is what you wanted?"

"I love that you're only making this erotic face for me."

"Poor thing, you're barely standing on your legs."

"Here, bite into this. Since you can't stay quiet."

"That's it, you're doing such a good job."

"I can't stand a second more of not being inside you."

"Did the risk turn you on so much?"

"Oh, you'll regret letting me know that you like this."

"Come here. I'll make it all better."

"You're breathtaking. It makes me desire you so much."

"Seems like we can't keep our hands to ourselves."

"You feel so good. I don't ever want to stop."

"I've got much more in store for you."

some prompts explained...

Gloryholes - A person inserting their sexual organ through a hole in the wall with the intention to be pleasured from the other side.

Anonymous sex - Here's an idea: masquerade balls.

Orgasm Control - Can include Edging, Forced Orgasms, Orgasm denial.

Make up sex - Sex after an argument.

Mirror sex - Sex in front of a mirror.

Sensory Deprivation - Blocking stimuli from one or more of the senses. Example - Blindfolds.

Dacryphilia - Being turned on by your partner crying during sex.

Sexual Fantasy - Sharing/being made to share about a sexual fantasy, masturbating to a sexual fantasy, or helping your partner live out a sexual fantasy.

Role reversal - Swapping the giving and receiving role during intercourse.

Voyeurism - secretly watching someone participate in sexual activities or do something private and intimate like taking off their clothes.

Watersports - Everything involving pee. Holding it in, Golden showers, etc.

Come play - Anything to do with a partner's cum, for example Come marking.

Spitroasting - A three-way sex act in which a person is penetrated orally and anally/vaginally at the same time.

Omegaverse - A kink-trope-universe build around a hierarchy of biological roles: alphas>betas>omegas.

Somnophilia - Intercourse while a sexual partner is asleep.

FWB - Friends with benefits.

Switching partners - Two or more couples having intercourse at the same time, swapping/switching their partners.

Impact play - Slapping a sexual partner, could be across the face or on their rear.

Sexual roleplay - doctor/patient play, boss/employee play, all kinds of play pretend.

Hope these could be of help! Remember, you can always come ask if something's unclear. Once again, happy creating! ❤

[silly-is-trying]

#1 Ikemen Sengoku HCs!

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

━✦❘༻༺❘✦━

Nobunaga | Kenshin | Masamune

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

“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.”

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

“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.”

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

“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.

━✦❘༻fin༺❘✦━

[malachiexists13]

EXPLANATION POST: Here

TLDR: I'm doing Kinktober this year using a list I made myself. The blank version is available in the post linked above. Below is the list I'll be editing over the month of October to show what I am writing/not writing and I'm only doing up to two prompts per day. You can submit multiple prompts and there's no limit to how many per character but I cannot promise that they'll all be written this year. Some may be saved for next year.

CHARACTERS

[OBEY ME] Lucifer || Leviathan || Belphegor || Solomon || Barbatos

[IKESEN] Mitsuhide Akechi || Mitsunari Ishida || Ranmaru Mori || Kanetsugu Naoe || Kenshin Uesugi || Kicho

[IKEVAMP] Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart || Comte de Saint-Germain || Sebastian || Johann Georg Faust

[IKEPRI] Chevalier Michel || Licht Klein || Gilbert von Obsidian

[IKEVIL] William Rex || Ellis Twilight || Elbert Greetia

[GENSHIN IMPACT] Aether || Venti || Zhongli || Albedo || Xiao || Kaedehara Kazuha || Thoma || Gorou || Shikanoin Heizou || Tighnari || Cyno || Wanderer/Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche || Alhaitham || Kaveh || Lyney || Freminet || Neuvillette || Wriothesley || Kinich

[DEMON SLAYER] Giyuu Tomioka || Obanai Iguro || Michikatsu Tsugikuni || Yoriichi Tsugikuni

[JUJUTSU KAISEN] Choso Kamo

As the writer, I reserve the right to deny any prompts that I do not feel comfortable writing or any requests from people who are rude and/or disrespectful. If I do not post your request on the day you asked for, it means I either chose not to write it or I may have saved it for next year. Please do not harass and/or send me messages asking about it.

Requests CLOSED

Crossed Out - Not Writing It || Blue Text - Author Picked || Purple Text - Requested

DAY 1: Porn Actors AU || Anonymous Sex || One Night Stand

DAY 2: Handjobs || Fingering || Piercings

DAY 3: Orgasm Control || Squirting || Cumming Early/Prematurely

DAY 4: Make-Up Sex || Mirror Sex || Bondage

DAY 5: Phone Sex || Guided Touching || Rough Sex

DAY 6: Against A Wall || Sixty-Nine || Creampie

DAY 7: Sensory Deprivation || Sex Toys || Breath Play

DAY 8: Workplace Sex || Car Sex || Desk/Office Sex

DAY 9: Choking || Dacryphilia || Hate Sex

DAY 10: Accidental Stimulation || Humiliation || Clothes On

DAY 11: Wet Dreams || Sexual Fantasy || Femdom

DAY 12: First Time/s || Role Reversal || Dirty Talk

DAY 13: Striptease || Fetish Clothing || Lingerie

DAY 14: Discipline/Punishment || Praise/Degradation || Teasing

DAY 15: Bathroom Sex || Public/ Outdoor Sex || Hair-Pulling

DAY 16: Pregnancy Sex || Overstimulation || Lap Dance

DAY 17: Spanking || Roleplay || Blood

DAY 18: Dry Humping || Aphrodisiacs || Intoxication

DAY 19: Begging || Crossdressing || Stomach Bulge

DAY 20: Infidelity/Cuckolding || Threesome || Cunnilingus

DAY 21: Anal/Pegging || Size Difference || Shower/Bath Sex

DAY 22: Breeding || Heats/Ruts || Thigh-riding

DAY 23: Strap-On || Cum Dump || Knotting

DAY 24: Facesitting || Deepthroating || Masturbation

DAY 25: Exhibitionism || Getting Caught || Voyeurism

DAY 26: Double Penetration || Orgy || Switching Partners

DAY 27: Casual Sex/FWB || Monsterfucking || Daddy Kink

DAY 28: Biting/Marking || Jealousy || Possessiveness

DAY 29: Mommy Kink || Blowjob || Blindfolds/Restraints

DAY 30: Cockwarming || Somnophilia || Foreplay/Aftercare

DAY 31: Worship || Sub/Dom || Vanilla Sex || Free Space

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DAY 1: Disaster || One Night Stand with Gilbert von Obsidian DAY 1: Be Greedy || Anonymous Sex with William Rex

DAY 2: Silver Tongue || Piercings with Xiao DAY 2: Beast's Taste || Fingering with Chevalier Michel

DAY 3: Exploring Curiosity || Premature Orgasm with Ranmaru Mori DAY 3: Mean Detective || Orgasm Control with Shikanoin Heizou

DAY 4: "Forgive Me, Baby?" || Make-Up Sex with Scaramouche DAY 4: Beautiful || Mirror Sex with Belphegor

DAY 5: Good For Me || Guided Touching with Comte de Saint-Germain DAY 5: Stressed || Rough Sex with Michikatsu Tsugikuni

DAY 6: Hard to Say No || Against A Wall with Ellis Twilight DAY 6: Stay In || Crempie with Thoma

DAY 7: Darling Apprentice || Sex Toys with Solomon DAY 7: Experimentation || Sensory Deprivation with Albedo

DAY 8: Pay Attention || Desk/Office Sex with Neuvillette DAY 8: Jealousy, Jealousy~ || Car Sex with Scaramouche

DAY 9: Detestation or Adoration? || Hate Sex with Obanai Iguro DAY 9: Pretty, Even When You Cry || Dacryphilia with Kenshin Uesugi

DAY 10: Not There! || Accidental Stimulation with Kaveh DAY 10: Don't Open The Door || Clothes On with Aether

DAY 11: DAY 11:

DAY 12: A Bet || First Time with Kunikuzushi DAY 12:

DAY 13: DAY 13:

DAY 14: DAY 14:

DAY 15: Apprehension || Outdoor Sex with Freminet DAY 15:

DAY 16: DAY 16:

DAY 17: DAY 17:

DAY 18: A Lesson in Botany || Aphrodisiacs with Tighnari DAY 18:

DAY 19: DAY 19:

DAY 20: Sweet Addiction || Cunnilingus with Kinich DAY 20:

DAY 21: DAY 21:

DAY 22: DAY 22:

DAY 23: DAY 23:

DAY 24: DAY 24:

DAY 25: DAY 25:

DAY 26: DAY 26:

DAY 27: DAY 27:

DAY 28: DAY 28:

DAY 29: DAY 29:

DAY 30: DAY 30:

DAY 31: DAY 31:

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All works found in these masterlists are only posted to Tumblr and Archive of Our Own under the name "Malachi Exists" or another variation with the number "13". If they are found elsewhere, that means it is a stolen work and should be reported as such.

[nuttytani]

Tails Of Trouble

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Cursed

Word Count: 666

A/N: An easter egg for the Ikemen Flash Exchange, The Fair Returns event; hosted by @flash-exchange.

Something was amiss, something was strange, something was not right.

His body felt far too tight; skin taut over dense, large bones. They had an unfamiliar weight than usual, pressing against vital organs, constricting the path of air to his lungs, he had to drag in every breath. Even the air in his room was unbearable. Too much for his senses — the aroma of his mild woody and sweet incense seemed sharp for his nose. The wisp of smoke curling above the dimmed oil lamp burned his eyes.

Now, Mitsuhide was not one to be frightened so easily, yet whatever was happening to him had thoroughly scared him.

In reflex, his hand reached out to touch the other side of his futon, where his lover slept. He was relieved to sense the warmth radiating through their sleepwear. Indeed, they were with him. With a shaky sigh, he moved closer and pushed away the stray hair falling in front of their closed eyes.

Before he could take a moment to admire their sleeping face, he noticed something furry where his hand should be.

White and small, with sharp black claws. Mitsuhide turned it around, it did not have fingers. It was not a hand; it was a paw… An animal paw. Eerily similar to Chimaki’s, he knew very well since he had tended to her injured ones multiple times. Mitsuhide proceeded to look down, he had a matching pair of paws down there as well, with a fluffy tail.

An undignified yelp echoed in his room. The sound was piercing for his ears, so he scrambled back, or tried to at least. His limbs were tangled up in their shared blanket. The more he moved, the more he got tangled, though finally, he escaped the blanket’s maze and landed outside the futon, and on his sensitive tail. As expected — another pitiful yelp had escaped his mouth.

Once Mitsuhide caught his breath, he looked up for a brief moment, only to be greeted with sleep-laden eyes that soon widened with shock.

Oh, and now he had disturbed his little one’s sleep. How shameful. Not wanting to show more of his new appearance, Mitsuhide ran out of the room and hid behind the shoji.

“Mitsuhide? Is that you?” his lover asked. Though he wanted to answer, he held himself back.

After what seemed like seconds, Mitsuhide’s ears could pick up the distinct sharp sound of a fire-striker being used, followed by a soft thud. Their room was now lit, and he could see the telltale shadow of his lover, slowly moving out of the futon.

His lover was astute as ever and figured out his hiding spot. They crept towards the shoji. “Mitsuhide… Are you alright?” they asked, with concern, standing on the opposite side.

Again, he did not answer. If he did, all that would come out of his mouth would be loud barks and screams.

“You know, you’re not hiding that well. I can see your tail,” they said. “Moving it away doesn’t change the fact that I saw it! Not good at hide and seek are you, my dear?”

Mitsuhide did not like the teasing tone that his lover used, he could tell that they were having a blast laughing, and their shadow was shaking far too much. With a yelp, he padded out from behind the shoji and glared hard.

“Awe, looks like my husband is angry,” they smiled and cradled his body. “I’m just as confused as you are. I can’t believe my kitsune has turned into an actual kitsune!” Mitsuhide bit their finger in response, lightly so as not to break skin.

His little one fake frowned and flicked at his nose. “Behave yourself Mitsuhide, otherwise I’ll let you be stuck as a fox forever!” To placate his love, Mitsuhide licked at the finger he bit. “That’s more like it. Tomorrow I’ll ask Kyubei to find a good curse-lifting monk, they should be able to help you. Meanwhile, you’re stuck being my pillow.”

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[freya-remy]

Hideyoshi: "We should try diplomacy first."

Masamune: "Or we could skip the talking and go straight to the fun part."

Nobunaga: "Violence?"

Mitsuhide: "Ah, the eternal debate between conversation and carnage."

[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. :)

[smiling-laughing-hating]

Hi again! :D

May I reuquest a headcanon for my top 3 (Mitsuhide, Kanetsugu and Kenshin)

Where they spend a day with their baby daughter? Would they refuse a request from her or buy her anything and everything she likes?

Hi shoju ! :D that's so sweet tbh they all give off girl dad energy tbh! I gave each daughter a little bit of her father's trait i hope you don't mind and still like it

Prologue:

Mai has been tending to her daughter's every whim that at this point she rarely sees her friends so her loving husband decided to convince her to go hang out with her friends and have fun for the day i mean how hard can taking care of his daughter be?

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Mitsuhide

•to him taking care of his daughter will be exciting i mean she is her father's daughter and that means he has to expect her mischief...

•he and his daughter will try to ambush eachother all day long ofcourse he has never fallen to any of her traps (not accidentally atleast he knew he was falling in a trap)

•eventually though he will realise that he hasn't actually seen his daughter since...well since mai left uh oh that's when he actually starts to panic

•eventually he found his daughter sound asleep in the gardens he sighed in relief

•he will pick her up and lay her on his chest till mai comes...or till she wakes up and decides to cause more mischief

Hideyoshi

•hideyoshi probably will be the best parent on this list he and his daughter will have so much fun

•they will probably either clean together or hang out of the castle

•he will carry her on his should as they walk around the gardens or maybe chase after her pretending to be a monster

•after that they will go and cook something...well it's more of hideyoshi cooking and his daughter 'learning'

• hideyoshi's daughter will get tired as she and her father did tons of things

•knowing hideyoshi he probably would read her stories before she sleeps

Kanetsugu

•knaetsugu is one hard shell but to his daughter he will so soft....well he will try!

•kanetsugu will probably still be busy i mean he still is the man of the house he can't exactly be free most of the time

• his daughter will have to hang with her father indoors which he admits he is a bit guilty about

•he will teach her how to make origamis and maybe make some with her

•at some point the little girl managed to completely distract her father from his work and now the grown man is making swan shape origamis with a smile on his face a small one but it's definitely there

•they keep doing that till mai comes home

[afi-writes]

Until the Dawn Breaks

Oda Nobunaga x female reader

Mature

Losing in the game of Go can be a win on another battlefield, can it not? Once again, you are trying to beat Nobunaga in his own game while you both know how it is going to end. But which part of you he will conquer this time?

You stare at the Go board and your pieces on it. There is no doubt in which direction the game has turned once more. You did your best, yet the result is spreading right in front of you. Trying to predict Nobunaga’s actions, you had made yours. And for a moment it had seemed that you would succeed. But now, everything is lost; there are no actions that could turn the tables for your benefit.

Nobunaga’s gaze is glued to the board as you wait for his next move. He’s taking his time as if the decision was difficult even though he must see what you are seeing.

You can’t help it. A warm bubble pops in the depths of you, making your skin tickle all over. You force your breathing to stay calm and your heartbeat steady… but it is as useless as to tell the birds not to chirp in the spring breeze.

Long fingers grab a black piece and move it on the board. Nobunaga is expressionless as he lifts his gaze. “Your turn.”

Your hand trembles as you shove a white piece forward. It’s pointless to pretend that you have choices. No matter what you do, the final outcome will be the same.

“Aren’t you eager~?” Nobunaga smirks at your movement, responding with his. It’s the last one, and he pushes the Go board aside. Some pieces roll on the tatami, but he doesn’t bother to pick them up. The carnelian eyes are now completely focused on you as restless waves course through your veins.

You lean your hands against the tatami, fingers brushing the material. Shallow breaths vibrate between your lips as you stare at the man before you.

Nobunaga is still smirking, getting smugger by the second as his gaze doesn’t waver from your curves. “Tell me you wanted to lose.”

So unfair. A couple of evenings earlier you had another game of Go. One you lost, obviously. That moonlit night, Nobunaga conquered your voice, telling you that you can only say what he wants you to say. Back in your day, that would have caused a serious discussion about consent… but then again, you both know that you already consented to his game. Now, you play by his rules.

That doesn’t mean, you happily admit his win and your loss. Gritting your teeth, you meet the carnelian gaze. “I wanted to lose.”

One day you will win yourself back. Perhaps.

Unless you will stop wanting to.

“I see.” Nobunaga inches closer. “Craving to know which part of you I’ll conquer tonight?”

You stay silent.

Nobunaga leans even closer until you can smell the sake in his breath. His fingers are reaching for your obi belt and manage to open it with a couple of fast tugs. “Admit it.”

Grabbing your yukata, you gasp. No way, you allow him to slide it off. You wouldn’t…

You would.

You know you would.

But no way you are telling him that.

“Tonight, I will conquer your sight.” Nobunaga rises. He roams behind you and brushes the wild strands of your hair behind your ears. “Close your eyes.” A mere whisper against your left eardrum.

Not obeying isn’t an option.

You let your lids flutter down, and the silk fabric caresses your face, wrapping around your head. The knot presses slightly to the back of your head but doesn’t hurt while you feel a fingertip toying with your earlobe.

“This already belongs to me.” A touch sweeps your hair just before the teeth meet the sensitive skin of your ear, pulling you into the borderland between pain and pleasure. You try to swallow your groan yet fail as it escapes from your mouth anyway.

You’re about to rest your body against Nobunaga’s chest when he retreats and crawls to your front side. As you still hold your yukata, he grabs your left hand and raises it. Your stomach churns from anticipation.

“This, I conquered first.” Nobunaga’s lips touch the tips of your fingers. He sucks your index finger into his mouth, his tongue sliding underside of the said digit and playing with it as if he hasn’t tasted it before.

Small quivers run from your fingers to your wrist and up to your arm until they reach your heart which bouncing quickens with every teasing suckle. You remember that first game of Go very well. You thought that was your way to redeem your way back home from Azuchi Castle. At the time, you lost and agreed to give your left hand for Nobunaga to use as he wished, and ever since then, he has not missed a single opportunity. Or lose a single game of Go either.

You never redeemed your return home. But don’t they say the home is where the heart is? You voluntarily succumbed to Nobunaga as he told you that first night. He conquered you piece by piece until even your heart didn’t belong to you alone anymore. It is his, like everything in you. Yes, every now and then a tiny voice in you rebels, yet in the end you know it’s vain, for this man has sneaked his way into your soul.

Nobunaga kisses your palm and advances to your wrist, his tongue meandering up your arm and finally reaching the bend of your arm. A giggle whirls up your throat, and you try to yank your arm from Nobunaga’s grasp.

But he doesn’t let go, instead, sucking the skin on the sensitive spot. “I didn’t give you permission to escape.” The words vibrate against your skin.

Nobunaga nibbles you before his tongue continues to trace your upper arm while his hand pushes the sleeve out of his way. You would yearn to see his face but don’t shove the blindfold aside. You made a promise after all. You lost, so you can’t do anything else than submit to his will.

The sleeve slides down to your arm when Nobunaga releases your hand. You can hear him moving a little further on the tatami. However, it only takes a moment before the warm fingers are already brushing the toes of your right foot. His hand snatches your ankle, lifting it so fast that you need to take support from the tatami.

Nobunaga toys with your pinky toe. The urge to pull your leg away from him radiates through your muscles, yet you fight back and stay still.

“We were visiting the hot springs when I made this conquest.” Nobunaga breathes onto your toes. A sigh escapes from him. “Sadly enough, we were interrupted that night. But today, I have made sure no one will bother us.”

The fact makes something heated smolder deep within you. You have all night without disruptions, and if you have come to know Nobunaga at all, that night will be long.

Hot, wet mouth wraps around your big toe, tongue traveling along it. A moan erupts from you as sparkles rush from the toe to your ankle, searching its way to higher and higher. Your hand slips and your back hits the tatami. At the same time as your hand squeezes the yukata, preventing it from sliding off, the other scratches the tatami, not getting a grip on it.

As Nobunaga’s tongue follows the curve of the instep of your foot, your body arches, and a groan presses past your lips. Laughter sweeps your skin before the lips stop to kiss your ankle. Nobunaga traces your calf, shoving the fabric of your yukata out of his way until he reaches your knee. You can’t help but moan when his fingertip teases the bend of it.

You want this man. The mere thought of him makes your innermost parts tremble and his touch is enough to make you lose your mind. You can feel how your depths turn into a moist swamp, ready to take him in. His hands run along your thighs as his lips cover them with kisses. His fingers brush your right butt cheek, which also belongs to him, while he slides his tongue on your thigh and gazes at you. As a fabric brushes your leg, you realize that Nobunaga has already tugged his obi open as well.

Digits dig into your buttock’s skin, causing you to inhale deeply. The tongue leaves a damp trail as it proceeds upwards. Before you know it, you have spread your legs for the man who owns you.

“All this is mine. Only mine.” Nobunaga’s voice is dark and rough.

Your heart skips a beat when Nobunaga lets go of your butt and shoves himself against you. His hand detaches your fingers from your yukata and hustles it aside. Even though the evening is warm you shiver when he reveals everything for his eyes while you don’t see a thing. His finger runs in the valley between your breasts before he presses his palm against your chest right above where your heart thrums.

“Say it belongs to me. Your heart.”

“You don’t have to ask.” You can’t but whisper. “It’s yours. Forever.”

Nobunaga’s hair tickles your skin as he presses his lips where his palm rested just a moment ago. However, he doesn’t stop there but nibbles your breast, making you whine. You raise your hand to sweep his head aside, but he grabs your wrist, preventing your intentions. “Are you not enjoying this?”

“…it tickles…” you manage to muster out.

A smile shudders on your skin. Nobunaga passes your hips with his foot, taking your other wrist as well and pinning them both against the tatami. Nudging you, he drowns you in a kiss that steals your breath while his groin rubs on your belly, revealing how much he craves for you too.

Pulling your lip, he groans into your mouth. “I want you. I want you completely. Tonight.”

You lift your hips to meet his. “Take me then.”

The response is a chuckle. Tugging your lip with his teeth, Nobunaga grinds against you. His tongue conquers your mouth without mercy, and you submit to him. Willingly. Completely.

All too soon, he breaks the smooch, tracing your chin with the tip of his tongue. It meanders along the column of your neck until the greedy mouth captures your breast once more, imprisoning the perky bud that cries to be touched. He sucks it in, teasing it with his teeth and forces moans out of you as your back arches and fingers curl as if trying to grab something. Heat courses through you and makes you pour for him.

As Nobunaga’s mouth travels south, he lets go of your hands. You comb his hair with your fingers, allowing the shower of kisses on your lower belly. He stops right there, just above the hairline. A whimpering sigh escapes you as you push his head slightly.

A hot blow caresses your curls, but Nobunaga doesn’t mind about your commanding fingers. He simply toys with your hair as if that would be all he wanted. Then… he slides his hand up your inner thigh, finger slithering up… up… up… and stopping. “You have to ask for it.”

Unbearable flaring rushes to your cheeks. He must know what you want. It should be obvious by now.

“Remember, I have also conquered your voice. You have to say it.”

You swallow and suddenly you are more than grateful for the silk in front of your eyes. At least you don’t need to see his smug smirk right now. “I… I want you to…”

Why is this so difficult? You’re on fire, your heart pounding so fast it’s almost painful as your breathing is growing fierce. No one can hear your words. No one but him. Whatever you say, it’s for his ears only, and because of that you have nothing to be ashamed of.

“Say it.”

Turning your head to the side, you draw breath. Yet that doesn’t calm down your heart. “I want… you to…” You swallow again while your fingers entangle with Nobunaga’s hair. “… kiss me…”

“Oh? I think I already did.” Such a teasing voice. He is doing this on purpose, isn’t he? “Try again.” He inches his finger closer yet doesn’t touch the area that yearns for it the most.

“I want you to…” You are scorching all over. “…lick me.”

That’s all Nobunaga needs. Without further ado, he buries his face between your thighs, his tongue finding its way over your already plump and opened petals. He sucks the throbbing nub of yours, circling it over and over again. A sigh erupts from you and turns into a series of moans as he keeps going while digging his digits into your buttocks.

Soon, one of his hands leaves your butt. He skims along your folds, dipping a finger into your dampness. You raise your hips, and he dips again, refusing to go further. All the while his tongue never stops.  

“Please…”

Nobunaga pushes his finger further in but makes it retreat right after. Not saying anything, he continues dancing his tongue on your most sensitive spot.

“Please, please, please. I need to feel you… your fingers inside me.” A groan follows your words. You’re gushing against his mouth, hanging on the edge of pleasure without really getting there.

In that instant, not just one but two fingers push past your barriers, commandeering even this region of yours and making it his. If there was shame before, there is none now as you wail in bliss while he finishes his triumph. Tugging his hair, you succumb to his control over you. The lamentation of your lust probably carries through the door to the castle’s hallways, but you do not care. Every cell of yours is Nobunaga’s realm now, and if he wishes to make them sing, he will. And you sing and sing until you have no voice, and you simply tremble in his grasp out of breath, nearly sobbing from the pleasure that is almost too much to bear.

As Nobunaga separates your fingers from his hair, you try to steady your wheezing. He crawls next to you, releasing the knot behind your head. You blink while the familiar scent of your own desire wafts into your nose, making your face flaring all over again.

“I will never stop loving the view of you when you surrender to me.” Nobunaga lifts you in his arms bridal style and carries you on his futon. He scoots by your side, brushing your hair behind your ear. “And I’m going to enjoy that view over and over again until the dawn breaks.”

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[archetype-earth]

Housewife!Mitsuhide who watches over the house while you go to your boring 9-to-5. Housewife!Mitsuhide who vacuums the carpets, makes the bed after you leave, makes sure the kitchen is in perfect shape. He cooks as well, and... honestly sometimes it does turn out bad. But if he sticks to the recipe, it's quite amazing, especially after a hard day. He never really cared for food before, but he makes sure to pick out recipes that have plenty of nutrients that is both healthy and delicious. Housewife!Mitsuhide who, while his background is unknown, is on good terms with everybody in the neighborhood. He's called a charmer by the old ladies, gets along well in their circle. (Probably also knits for you, with help from them.) He's such good friends with the other housewives that they'll occasionally give up the groceries that are sale to him. The local police are extremely wary of him (especially the veteran officers), but they're nice and polite to him all the same, if not on edge. Any yakuza or ne'er-do-wells actively stay away. Housewife!Mitsuhide who busts out that very cliche line of "Dinner, a bath, or me?" (It's him. Let's be real it's always him.) Housewife!Mitsuhide who has already prepared a warm bath to soothe away your daily stress, rose petals and nice scents littering the bathroom. He's also not opposed to getting in with you and washing you himself! What a good husband. Housewife!Mitsuhide who feeds you spoonfuls of dinner, and has you feed him in return. Housewife!Mitsuhide who will carry you into the bathroom and gently set you down. Who gives you the best massage of your life... whose massage turns into a little something more. Housewife!Mitsuhide who works so hard to upkeep your house, couldn't you just mess up him at the end of your day as his reward, pretty please?

[kittygrimm88]

So hear me out. What if all the Ikemen games would only have one and same main character? Like the mc would be like the mc from Lovebrush Chronicles, that she is able to travel not just dimensions but time too?

First time her doing that could be when she ends up in the world from Ikemen Revolution, where she learns the steps a bit, maybe from Blanc?

Next time when it would happen she could end up in Ikemen Vampire. I think she would be like, oh this shit again. When she would be in there in the mansion she would actually start getting more interest of the history and to actually start studying everything she can about different eras ect.

After Paris she would be visiting Japan where she would end up to Ikemen Sengoku, where when she starts to talk to Sasuke she would be just laughing to him from the beginning, that, "not my first rodeo and not probably my last one either."

Of course, we can't forget Ikemen Prince, i mean, how much do we actually know about mc's past? Yeah, we know about the bookstore she works and her boss being traveling a lot, so i think that would give perfect way to her to actually be traveler too.

I would LOVE to read stories like this, so if anyone wants to write something with this idea go ahead. I just wish to be tagged to it and to be let me know where to read it.

[xxsycamore]

2024 WRITING SUMMARY!

Thank you for your love and support! I had an amazing writing year once again, and it wouldn't have been the same without you! ❤

First of all, here's the year in banners collage! Check last year's one here. I really like looking at all of them put together! 🥺

Total Word Count: 106,847

total works: 111

of which drabbles/headcanons: 80 (72%) of which requested: 77 (69%) of which nsft: 31 (28%) of which featuring Napoleon: 19 (17%) of which ikevamp: 30 (27%) of which ikepri: 27 (24%) of which ikevil: 18 (16%)

total characters written: 62

of which first-time: 13

new fandoms: 0

challenges hosted: 3

extra (nsft under the cut):

places where characters had sex: bed, bed, bed, beach chair, bathtub, floor, kitchen of an abandoned base of a criminal group, beach, car, icecream booth, porn set, toilet stall, bedroom chair, bed, opera house, bed, bed, bed, laboratory, bed, bed, secluded corner at a party, garden, balcony, secluded corner at a party, throne, in the air, hedge maze, floor, secluded corner at a party, bathtub, balcony, desk

And finally...

One sentence (or more) from each work (sans ficlets/headcanons) of 2024! (be warned: some of those are from NSFW fics!)

I decided to leave out the titles, but don’t hesitate to ask if any caught your attention and you want to check out the whole thing! <3

Still pouting because he's unfairly knightly as if he wasn't being a big tease just a second ago, you sink deeper into the soft embrace of the duvet, losing the inner fight too soon and letting yourself be pampered.

Scien makes a small sound of approval, a quiet purr almost, the barely visible bulge of his tongue moving from one side of his mouth to the other all but telling of how he savors the piece of chocolate.

"What are you sounding so scared for?? Are you planning to turn down my proposal? Napoleon? Napoleon???"

"I'm joking, sorry. The others said I should joke more often... something about being able to keep a straight face."

"Pancakes again? I'm starting to get tired of this. You got something else for me, Sebastian?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm your little bunny in heat. I'm beginning you to finally, finally take me."

"In case what? In case you take it a little too far in role-playing? In case you go down on me and the words mon empereur leave your lips?"

"Maybe I just ate something funny at lunch? You know how it is with Sebas and his fusion cuisine, always trying to live up to everyone's taste, haha…"

It's another beautiful day of your life in 19th century Paris, in the neat little mansion up the hill that you call home, just you and your lover and your 8 housemates who are reincarnated vampires and your sugar daddy landlord whose wealth you all live off of.

"I think you're okay, Nunuche. You can be dressed in more skimpy things around me, you know? Or you can discard them altogether if that's more comfortable for you. It's not like I haven't- Ouch!"

Your plea falls on deaf ears for the duration of the task, but the Jin Grandet you know won't just ignore an undressing request like that.

Your new tactic is silence, and it never works on him, but you're prone to making the same mistakes again and again and he likes that about you.

A show like that is best watched with a glass in hand, as much as he hates sounding like a certain information broker with a penchant for hedonism. 

At least it's not doves taking flight or anything else alive, but that doesn't make the contents of his inner pockets less bewildering as he takes the items out on the counter one by one.

After spending a good time admiring the tan line left by a thin strap and how it sealed their memory, seriously rivaling his awfully temporary in comparison lovemarks, he is no longer holding a grudge against non-nudity.

He places his hands on the steering wheel to get a better feeling of it, marine blue eyes sparkling with the wonder of a child receiving a shiny new toy on Christmas morning.

The sounds of the crowd outside are a backdrop to Ellis' soft whispers, a sharp contrast between the intimacy and the reminder of where you are. 

The last thought lingering in your mind before you orgasm is that there simply can't be any co-star of his that has ever had to fake this.

Your gaze moves from Liam's pretty lips curling in a small laughter as he conversates with Harrison, to Harrison stretching out while he listens; to Elbert's tall frame as he looks out the window next to them, to Alfons staring at him, putting one leg over the other as he stirs the steamy liquid in his cup.

Without your favorite attic slash club room, you have to make do with your…what, super comfy bed covered with many pillows and the plushies he bought you? Seems like a bargain.

No, you should be thankful for having been given this chance at all - to Elbert for agreeing, and mostly to Alfons, who put the wicked plan together.

It's like diving into the unknown; both for you and for him, almost in a manner that is special to you, to have another first together, to share the feeling of this discovery. 

"I swear, this has nothing to do with you, Harry. I too like to drink strawberry milk sometimes, okay? It's as simple as that! I wanted to drink some so I got myself some. It was my strawberry milk. It wasn't strawberry milk I left for you because I'm too shy to tell you I got you a gift! Jeez!"

The weapon entrusted to you - now that you recognize the pillow as such - has to act as a shield first, as you barely react fast enough to block an upcoming attack from your eccentric boyfriend.

A sense of belonging overcomes you, strongly, as if you can make Napoleon melt into your chest if you hold him like that just a little longer.

It's even more obscene when Roger smooths down your dress, letting it conceal the sight, before giving your ass a little pat.

Yet there it is, standing in your peripheral vision; the wooden cradle he presented you with tonight, just a couple of days after you first mentioned the peculiar piece of furniture.

"Their feet will be… about thiiis small," you lift your hand in the air just enough for Luke to see the measurement you draw using your thumb and index finger.

But knowing Victor and his penchant for dramatizing things, it's no wonder why you're readily brushing it off as nothing now, as you make your way into the dimly-lit ballroom.

More than for his country, it's dulcet et decorum to live for MC - in the same way that more than the bunch of rowdy residents downstairs', it's important to ensure MC's good time. So here he is.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Sweet delights at dawn 

Sweet delights at dawn 

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Kicho x MC                                                                              

Prompt : Colors of Sunrise

Part of : Sunshine and Starlight hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes

Tag: Established Relationship Domestic Fluff

Word Count : 1.353

Author’s Note: Morning hours are golden ... or so everyone though.

What it left unsaid though it's how much tired one is when waking up at dawn, a thing the former yaksha proved himself countless times.

Yet since her lover was by his side he felt to have nothing in him to complain even more given the special treat of her smile shining brighter than the rising sun.

But he didn't mind, enjoying the occasion to spend more time with his precious girl bathing in the warmth of their love. 🥰

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The soft light of the rising sun streamed from the window,  the light blue curtains billowed in the wind carrying into the room the frizzy scent of the early morning, outside the city slowly slid out of their slumber as the suffused noise of chit-chats and carts began to fill the air with their pleasant cacophony of chit-chats.

He stood still in his chair, his gaze listless as he stared at nothing in particular, awakened from his reveries only as she offered him a cup of tea, he reached to take it, wrapping his graceful fingers around the handle before bringing the cup to his nose.

The sweet aroma of rose and bergamot invaded his nostrils, he hoped, in vain, it could help him wake up for real as he sipped it quietly before placing it back on the saucer.

An unusual mess of thoughts scattered in his mind as he looked at her munching happily on a warm biscuit, laughing merrily as she stretched her fingers to offer one to Fuku, she wasted no time to devour it in an instant, only to bump her little head against Mei’s hand, asking for another.

His smile betrayed his fondness as his heart began to race out of control at the endearing scene.

It was in moments like these that it really sank into the heart of the former yaksha  that he finally found a home with her.

A world where he felt to belong, at least, together with the only woman who showed him what true love really was.

One where he deserved to exist and was loved exactly for who he was.

One where he was happy like he never imagined, not even in his wildest dreams.

One where he devoted his entire life to make her happy and love her as much, if not more, than she did to him.

One he had found, most unexpectedly, and had all intention to never ever let go of.

In a turn of events, his mind still half dizzy from sleep, he found himself thinking back to the reason that brought him to greet the sun as soon as it rose from behind the mountains.

He was awakened in the dark of the night for a meeting that lasted until the crack of dawn, something that wasn’t unusual when he was working on his plan, yet the few hours he slept seemed to weigh on him as never before.

The relaxed rhythm of his life with her really weakened him, but he couldn’t find anything to complain nor regret about it.

For as much as he continued to work as a merchant to ensure her a lavish life, she never demanded from him, he couldn’t deny himself the fact that the most generous earnings weren’t the ones derived from business.

The biggest rewards were in fact nothing money could afford.

Her smile, sleeping next to her, waking up to see her gorgeous face first thing in the morning, the ever so sweet professions of affection, be it kisses or long session of love making, pleasant dates spent in town, slow dancing after parties, carefree laugh as they worked together side by side.

These were things he would have traded with nothing in the whole world, more precious to him than anything ever was, treasured in his heart stored in his mind that only deepened his love for her.

He stifled a yawn behind his graceful fingers, trailing them in his hair in an attempt to brush some of the sleepiness off from him, but in vain. 

He leaned his face on his hand, closing his eyes, not reopening it for several seconds, hearing her carefree giggles, a smile curled his lips as he bathed, a bit longer, in that warm, fuzzy sensation of being loved unconditionally.

A soft chuckle erupted from her throat at the endearing sight, she felt so lucky to be the only one able to witness the vulnerable moments of an otherwise composed man, one of the many proofs of the deep trust he had in her, enough to make her heart flutter and swell with warmth.

A strand of hair haphazardly fell in front of his eye but he didn't seem to mind, unable to stay still she reached to brush it away, trailing her fingers on his cheeks smiling at the sight of a green eye cracking open ever so slowly.

“I am awake.”

Words that were soon contradicted by the soft tone of his voice, husky and groggy, while sleepiness still clung to his gorgeous eyes, similar to a cat being woken up from his nap.

“It didn't seem so to me.”

“Uhm.”

He merely hummed, desiring to protest but not finding the strength to.

He seemed to have gone back to sleep but the tender smile still clinging to his lips told her another story, that despite his tiredness he registered their interaction as he was awake for real.

A smile he offered her alone at the sweet sound of her giggles filling the tepid air of his office, warming it more than the sun ever could.

He was about to go to sleep for real when something soft brushed against his lips, a kiss he eagerly reciprocated by cupping the back of her head keeping her close until she pulled back at least.

The look of bliss on her gorgeous features was a sight to behold, one he never got tired of looking at.

A light smirk tugged at the corners of his lips at the light tremble of hers as she approached to melt them together once more, sliding her fingers in his curls eagerly welcoming his tongue entwining with hers.

Gently he pulled away leaning his forehead to hers, gawking in awe at the affection swimming in her bright eyes, trailing his thumb on her rosy cheeks, he did not hesitate to kiss, admiring the tenderness in that smile she offered him and him alone.

“A sweet way to prove if I was awake I commend your good choice. I wouldn’t mind being woken up like this every day.”

“I will do my best to comply, my love.”

The love he felt for her was bottomless, no matter what she did or what she said in a way she always managed to make his heart race as nothing ever did, beating only for her.

Affection spread in him like a warm cascade he wouldn’t have minded bathing in alongside her.

Swiftly he rose from his seat only to take her up in his arms, smiling at the soft caress of her fingers on his cheeks as she gazed at him.

“I hope you are ready to take responsibility for waking me up.”

“I am, only if you do take it for being so handsome.” 

“I think I had to charge an extra to you then, for being so sweet early in the morning.”

 “Bring it on.”

She brushed the tip of her nose with his, admiring his soft smile, lighting up his gorgeous features, gawking in awe at the deep affection flickering in his tourmaline eyes.

“I love you to madness, my princess. You are the only one for me.”

“I love you too, my prince. Only you.”

Time getting wasted wasn’t a habit of his  and so he strode toward their bedroom determined to get some well-deserved sleep together with the woman he loved in his arms.

He really couldn’t picture a sweeter way to begin the day than with showing off their affection to one another, away from prying eyes.

He held her tightly as they cocooned themselves under the covers.

“Get some sleep now if you can, because I will keep you busy until sunset.”

“I can’t wait.”

She nuzzled better in his embrace leaving a gentle kiss on his heart, smiling at the tenderness dripping over his lips as he kissed her forehead, ready to drift off to sleep in their own little world, one they created together with the feeling bonding their heart together, the unique, rare and precious treasure that was love.

[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.

━✦❘༻༺❘✦━

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????

━✦❘༻fin༺❘✦━

[nuttytani]

Random Mitsuhide headcanons

Hold your hands whenever he has the chance to, the feeling of your warmth seeping into his hand makes him happy

Pinches your cheeks when he senses that you are sad, plus your annoyed face is much interesting to look at

Falls asleep on your lap. He has some fascination with your thighs, they feel too comfy.

Secretly enjoys it whenever you play with his hair, very therapeutic 

He feels an overwhelming amount of emotions, threatening to burst out of his chest when you trace the many constellations of moles on his arms (don’t fight me, I hc my bby to have BEAUTY MARKS EVERYWHERE)

[colourless-hydrangeas]

Silly Kennyo Modern AU HCs:

After years(a few months actually) of having not written fanfiction(especially something that has to do with my beloved husband), I felt the urge to do this... Enjoy!

Kennyo visits the animal shelter regularly with his children, and his wife doesn't know.

He keeps adopting cats.

Meanwhile, his wife doesn't know how the cats keep multiplying.

His temple is cat heaven.

He also feeds the local stray cats.

So, your home is pretty much Neko Atsume at this point.

Kennyo is a monk, and he prays regularly. But now in the modern times, you see cats all over him while he is praying.

He says they don't bother him much.

Kennyo probably also adopts an elderly dog.

That dog and Kennyo watch cheesy soap operas together.

The children probably find it cringy when they reach their rebellious phase.

Kennyo's favourite thing is visiting temples with his family, probably.

Kennyo probably has Facebook, and marvels at AI generated images (like my mom).

Then he learns what AI is and starts hating it.

He probably posts Buddhism stuff on social media.

He prefers homemade food, and can cook too!

But he's vegetarian. :)

He will let his pets eat meat-based food though.

He's not That Vegan Teacher.

He might as well have a whole farm.

Chickens, goats, cows and what not.

Organic veggies too, maybe.

[remae-freyae]

A Storm, A Fire, and a Fate Altered (A re-telling of the Ikemen Sengoku prologue)

Remy had always been drawn to history, her curiosity leading her to the resting places of Japan’s most famous warlords. She had traveled from site to site, paying her respects at the graves of men who had once shaped the fate of a nation—Takeda Shingen, Uesugi Kenshin, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Tokugawa Ieyasu, Akechi Mitsuhide, and finally, Oda Nobunaga. Her last stop was Honnoji Temple, the very place where Nobunaga met his end in June of 1582—betrayed, surrounded, and ultimately consumed by fire.

Standing before the memorial stone, she traced her fingers over its weathered surface, feeling a solemn reverence settle over her. The temple itself had long been reduced to ashes, but the weight of history still clung to the air, thick and heavy, as if the echoes of the past refused to fade. She imagined the flames that once devoured these grounds, the frantic cries of Nobunaga’s warriors, the clash of steel, and the inevitable tragedy of betrayal.

Then, without warning, the sky darkened.

A sudden gust of wind howled through the grounds, rustling the leaves of ancient trees. The air grew thick, electric, as an unnatural storm began to brew. Dark clouds churned, a violent swirl of gray and black, obscuring the sky above. A deep, low rumble of thunder sent vibrations through the earth beneath her feet.

Then—lightning.

A blinding flash split the heavens apart, illuminating the temple ruins like a ghostly lantern in the dark. Before she could react, a deafening crack followed, and suddenly—the world twisted.

The ground tilted beneath her, and her vision swam as she stumbled backward. A force unlike anything she had ever felt wrapped around her, suffocating, pressing in from all sides. She gasped, her head spinning, her breath stolen by the overwhelming pressure. The storm roared in her ears, its winds howling like unseen voices calling out across time.

Then—everything went black.

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Honnoji, June 21, 1582

Remy’s eyes fluttered open to the scent of smoke.

The air was thick with heat and ash, the glow of flames dancing against the walls around her. For a moment, she struggled to process what she was seeing. Where was she? Had she been struck by lightning? Was she dreaming?

She coughed, covering her mouth as she slowly pushed herself up, her body still reeling from disorientation. The first thing she saw was fire—towering, ravenous, and merciless, consuming the wooden beams above.

Then, she saw him.

A man lay unconscious on the floor, clad in black armor adorned with red tassels, the white fabric beneath it marked by soot. His long, thick black hair spilled over his shoulder, framing sharp, aristocratic features. Though unconscious, his very presence radiated authority and power, as if the fire itself hesitated to touch him.

She knew, instinctively, who he was.

Oda Nobunaga.

Her breath caught in her throat. She was here. Not just in a storm, not just in a dream—she was in Honnoji, on the very night of Nobunaga’s assassination.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be.

But the heat was real. The smoke stung her lungs. The flickering flames cast erratic shadows along the wooden walls, warping them like something alive. The air crackled, and in the haze of firelight—movement. A figure emerged through the smoke.

At first, she thought it was another victim of the fire, a wounded retainer perhaps. But then she saw the glint of a blade—long, thin, and sharp. What she had first mistaken for a walking staff was a sword, raised high for a killing strike.

The assassin’s gaze locked onto Nobunaga’s motionless form. Time slowed.

Without thinking, Remy shouted. “STOP!”

The assassin flinched, his eyes snapping toward her in shock—just enough hesitation for Remy to act. Adrenaline surged through her veins as she lunged forward, grabbing the nearest thing she could—a broken piece of wood, still hot from the flames—and swung it wildly. The assassin recoiled, stepping back into the smoke before vanishing entirely.

Breathless, Remy turned to Nobunaga. She didn’t have time to process what had just happened—she had to get him out of here.

Falling to her knees beside him, she grabbed his shoulders, shaking him urgently. “Hey—wake up!” she gasped, coughing as the smoke thickened. “Come on, you need to wake up!”

A low groan left his lips. His dark lashes fluttered, and then, finally, his eyes opened. Piercing, intelligent, and filled with a million unspoken questions. He was awake.

Nobunaga’s gaze locked onto hers, sharp and unwavering. His expression—hazy from unconsciousness—quickly turned calculating. Despite the disarray around them, he exuded an air of undeniable authority, as if even on the verge of death, he refused to be anything but in control.

“Who are you?” His voice was low, rich, commanding even in its grogginess.

Remy swallowed. Now was not the time for introductions. “You’re in danger,” she said quickly, tightening her grip on his arm. “This place is on fire, there are assassins—we need to leave, now!”

His gaze flickered toward the encroaching flames, and for the first time, true clarity settled into his expression. He nodded once, not wasting another second. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him to his feet.

Despite his injuries, Nobunaga moved with effortless grace, his instincts sharpened by years of war. Together, they navigated the inferno, dodging falling beams and stepping over the bodies of slain retainers. The heat was unbearable, but Remy didn’t let go of his hand, determined to see him through.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they burst into the night air.

Remy gasped, filling her lungs with cool, clean air, stumbling slightly as they escaped the burning temple. Her head was spinning, her body trembling with adrenaline.

She barely had time to process what had just happened before Nobunaga turned to her. His dark eyes, sharp as a blade, studied her intently.

Most would tremble beneath that gaze—Oda Nobunaga, feared as the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, had a presence unlike any other.

But she didn’t shrink away. And that intrigued him. Instead of fear, her face was set with determination, as if she had no idea who he even was.

The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk, amusement flickering through his gaze. “Who are you?” he asked again, his tone shifting—less demanding, more intrigued.

His eyes flickered to her strange clothes, clearly foreign, clearly unlike anything he had ever seen before. His smirk deepened, realization dawning.

“…And what exactly are you?”

For the first time, Remy realized she had no answer.

And Nobunaga—the man who should have died tonight, but didn’t—was going to find out.