#mitsunari x reader

[iskratempestmadness]

Affectionate nicknames and characters of the "Baki the grappler"

Baki:

The young man adheres more to the classics, such as "dear, sweet, sunny", but sometimes unusual ones such as "bead" or "fox cub" slip through.

Hanayama:

He definitely prefers the classics and deviates from them minimally. So "sweetheart, darling, darling" is all about you.

Katsumi:

Many, MANY unusual nicknames. And they depend on the situation you are in. But the most frequently used by him are "hamster, button, raccoon".

Jack:

He also prefers the classics, but sometimes tends to make fun of height. That's why you're a "baby, a puny, a rabbit" for him.

Retsu:

Mmm... It's difficult here, it depends on the mood. But definitely the answer is a preference for something classical, sometimes deviates into literature. "My lady, tulip, nymph," it's about you.

Shibukawa:

Classic. Definitely a classic. But sometimes he can tease for his character. So he will call you "imp, demoness" sometimes "cherry".

Yujiro:

But he doesn't really want to think about this topic. So he most often addresses you by your first name. But sometimes he slips into something like "dear" or "sweet".

Doppo:

He is a lover of idealizing and elevating his partner. That's why you're the queen for him," "my everything" and a lot of similar nicknames.

Tokugawa:

CLASSIC. LOTS OF CLASSICS. "Sweetheart, darling, darling" are the most frequently used. Sometimes he calls you "goldie."

Oliva:

Another lover of praising and exalting you. But at the same time, he remains a gentleman to all. Therefore, you can often hear words like "dear, sweet, queen, beloved, my happiness" addressed to you.

Katou:

Mmmm... Most often, it's something obscene and obscene, like "baby, darling", but there are also moments when he calls you the sun" or "sweetheart".

Jun:

He is extremely affectionate with you. And he will never allow himself to treat you rudely and cheekily. For him, you are "a princess, a doll, a ray of sunshine, my soul."

Chuharu:

Also not a lot of swagger, but it has limits. Besides, he only behaves like that in public, in private he can even be too sweet. "Sunshine, darling, darling, the light of my eyes " is about you.

[ballistashoot]

Currently thinking about the pros of being Tokugawa's grandchild:

Your grandfather who adores you oh so much has a lot of fighters at his disposal, so you'll likely grow up surrounded by big strong men and protected from everything and everyone.

Not only strong men but also people who are extremely powerful in their own individual fields: I mean, Mitsunari literally has a YAKUZA BOSS (cofhanayamacof) as a regular fighter do you guys realize how influencial this man is??? And not only that but he has been in contact with a certain doctor AND THE WORLD'S STRONGEST CREATURE (+his two sons)

ALSO he's besties with the founder of the shinshinkai karate academy DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY MOTHERFUKERS GO TO THAT DOJO??????? ABOUT A MILLION. Literally, let someone DARE to hurt/kidnap you, they'll have instantly 1 MILLION PEOPLE after them.

Lastly, you will have the honor of meeting Katsumi Orochi, hell you guys could even be childhood friends.

Basically, you will be treated like royalty.

[eisukevint]

eisuke ichinomiya x desi!reader headcanons !!

im so bored so here are some headcanons bec i love being desi

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

• he hates it when he has to wait and initially when you started dating you tried your best to be on time whenever he paged you but as your relationship progressed, its game over. whenever u have to go out, you ALWAYS leave at the the desi time and he slowly got so used to it, the one and only time punctual eisuke was late to events.

• eisuke has a massive sweet tooth so when you first made him kheer, he absolutely loved it although his only words were ‘not bad’. He definitely asks you to make it again so you feed him other ‘mithai’ (sweets in urdu/hindi) like gulab jamun, rasgullay, JALEBI etc and he loves it so much.

• you make him desi food from time to time and actually requests it like you him ask ‘eisuke what do you want for dinner today?’ and he just says ‘you made nihari last time, it was good. make it again’ he finds it very flavourful.

• he’s very familiar with other cultures since he’s a businessman and often interacts with foreign businessmen. he knows about the clothes and customs of your country. imagine eisuke in kurta or sherwani EISUKE IN A KURTA A BLACK KURTA AT THAT (i would actually die). Whenever you go to family events, you always wear traditional clothes and once eisuke is invited to them, he initially just wears his suit but after some time he starts to indulge you and actually wears your traditional clothes.

• he finds it very sexy when you talk and swear in your mother language.

• eisuke is multilingual (as its mentioned in the story) so if he doesnt know your mother langauge he would DEFINITELY learn and boy his pronunciation would be so good (thats a perfectionist for you)

• he says he hates bollywood movies because theyre so extra but thats a lie. whenever u play something like ‘kabhi khushi kabhi gham’ or ‘kal ho na ho’ he always watches it with you because he’s intrigued but ALWAYS says ‘this movie is so bad i wonder why you waste time watching this stuff’

• you go around singing bollywood songs or songs in your mother tongue around the penthouse and he just enjoys it so much but he definitely wont say it out loud

• eisuke was FLABBERGASTED when you told him or rather showed him a desi wedding like why is everyone wearing such fancy clothes ??? and he’s even more surprised when he finds out there’s actually three days to a wedding and even more pre wedding events.

• he loves it when you wear mehndi on your hands, he sees mehndi as something that adorns your hand and whenever u apply it, he brings your hand up to his face and smells it because he loves thr scent.

• when you told him about all your family and by that i mean family on your mother’s and father’s side, he has to do a double take because why the fuck do you have SO many cousins? he’s trying to keep up but there’s just so many.

• your parents love him more than you. they literally said it to your face ‘oh my, such a handsome boy, how did you ever end up with our incompetent daughter’ you cannot convince me that this wont happen.

• baba asks you to teach him bhangra and other desi dance steps and you, ota and baba have the time of your life dancing to chammak challo and nach punjaban in the penthouse lounge and eisuke just looks at you like youre comitting a crime

a little something for myself bec im a self indulgent bitch (not exactly a desi headcanon but i wanted to add this)

• every eid you spend with him, he makes sure to spoil you thoroughly. he gives you so much eidi (literally) like he straight up handed you car keys once and went ‘eid mubarak ___, i know you’ve been waiting for your eidi’ and then he just smirks while you think what did you do to deserve so much. he enjoys eid festivities with you and eid ul fitr is his favourite eid.

[whatever-fanfics]

Much has changed but I still have you

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Ikemen sengoku x reader

Keiji Maeda x reader

Part of @aquagirl1978 's "a series of firsts" challenge

Prompt: First child (getting used to life as parents)

In which while getting used parenthood, you and Keiji introduce your newborn son to the Oda forces.

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A shrill cry woke you both out of your sleep, he heard you before he could even open his eyes completely. "Oh my baby" you soothingly said, as the light assaulted your eyes. Quickly assimilating to the light Keiji saw you bump into the wall before feeling for the door, finding it and sliding it open.

He took a moment to sigh before sitting himself up and pulling the covers off.

He'd long since realized his dream, bringing an alliance back from Echigo. Becoming lord of the land, giving a home to his parents. Marrying you, becoming a father.

He inhales as he breaks out of his reverie at the sound of the door opening and closing. "Maybe we should move his room, it's always cold in there" you say, voice laced with exhaustion matching your dark eye bags, walking over to the futon, your son of barely 5 months in your arms. "Yeah? Maybe next to ours, instead of down the hall" he answers as he ties his hair. You nod in agreement, smiling at him as he settles himself behind you.

"Good morning" he says leaning over to kiss your temple, taking the blanket and repositioning it to cover both you and the babe in your arms. "Morning" you say back, letting the yukata slip off your shoulder in order to feed him. "How many hours did you get" he asks softly so as not to jostle the baby who is blissfully feeding on your nipple. "Hours? More like minutes" you joke, not entirely a lie, he laughs "after they go, get some sleep I'll watch him" Keiji offers not looking away from your half asleep baby. "Nah, you need sleep too, don't think I don't know you're sleep schedule is worse than mine" despite your words your tone was as soft as ever. "Okay" he tenderly whispers in your ear followed by a slight nibble to your earlobe.

"Keiji" you whimper, "they'll be here soon" you breathe out as he works his way down your neck. "So..." he reasons, you turn to him lips slightly parted as he leans into you slowly, his hand lightly caressing your jaw. Your lips are the only thing on his mind.

You feel a breath of cold air on your nipple right before your son's high pitched mewls turned into high pitched cries breaking the mood.

You both heave a sigh, before separating, he helps you restate your robes. "Do you know how much time we have before they get here?" You ask as he takes your baby to change his diaper "soon, but probably not until after breakfast" he estimates.

You hand your son off to the nursemaid, so that you and Keiji can enjoy breakfast together. After that you dressed the baby and then yourselves. Before going to the meeting room you took a mat for him to lay on along with a few toys that you knew he liked.

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A delighted smile spread across your face as you wiggled the den-den daiko, one of the many gifts gifted to him by his grandparents. His cheerful gurgle and drool making its way past his chin, he flails as he sees your smile making your soar. The light of the sun breaks through the crack of the shoji doors illuminating his rosy cheeks making a sheer contrast to the bright blue kimono you'd made him.

"A strong voice makes good on the battlefield" Nobunaga's booming voice echoes throughout the meeting room, as you turned around you saw everyone pile in.

After exchanging greetings everyone took their seat around the room. You handed him to Nobunaga, helping him support your son in the right places.

"I think he has your nose" Hideyoshi whispers from his place between you and his liege lord, the latter's attention consumed by the child he was currently bouncing through the air. A breathy laugh leaves your lips "yeah and he has Keiji's hair" you whisper back. As your conversation dies down you both turn back to Nobunaga and the baby staring intensely into his eyes, kicking his feet as the former bounces him into the air.

He'd been doing this for quite a while now so you were concerned. "You might want to put him down for a minute, he might-" words dying down in your throat, pulling your lips back into a thin line.

Some watched in terror others in surprise as your son's throw up met its mark, on Nobunaga's face.

Your son's cries of displeasure followed right after as he felt the a sting in the back of his throat.

"Nobunaga-sama!" Hideyoshi's shocked voice broke everyone out of their stupor.

You didn't have to see Mitsuhide's smile as his snicker was enough to warrant a quick reprimand from Hideyoshi.

A small "oh..." escaped Mitsunari as Masamune and Ieyasu wore matching expressions of silenced shock.

Sighing you made your way to the door, hollering out for some towels and water as Keiji made his way from next to you to gather the child from Nobunaga's hands.

Said lord kept his eyes closed, not uttering a single word as chaos around him ensued. You made your way back over to him towels in one hand and a bowl of water in the other, placing one dampened towel in his free hand and the others on his knee.

Upon lifting your hand with another dampened towel, he holds up his hand to accept the towel from you. "Well..." you begin before finishing "at least your clothes are safe." Time stops as everyone in the room freezes astonished by your statement. "Y/n!!!" Hideyoshi scolds his tone scaring your son even more, you turn as Keiji struggles the fussing baby in his arms. "Hideyoshi please don't scare the baby" Ieyasu chimes in from his spot.

Hideyoshi's retort is cut off as everyone's attention is drawn to the slight chuckle coming from their liege lord. You turn surprise plastered on your face, as he leans forward so as not to get the retch in his mouth while wiping his face with the towels. As his laughter quieted down, you handed him the other towel so you could help your struggling husband.

"You got 'em" Keiji asked as you situated your son in your arms in a way that didn't involve getting the spit up on your kimono. "Yeah" you assured as you gently rocked him in your arms, careful not to agitate him any further. Gently thanking Keiji as he opened the door for you to swiftly exit and change his dirty clothes.

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Sliding the door closed was harder with a 14 pound baby in your other arm. Mitsunari, being closest to the door, rushed from his sitting position to your aid "here" he said reaching behind you to close the door. You quickly thanked him and went to sit by the others, who were huddling around something.

"What's goin' on" Keiji turned at the sound of your honeyed voice, he swears you make his heart stutter every time. Keiji nods towards the center of the circle where multiple items were splayed out on the floor, some laying on the clean towels from earlier. "Awww" you swooned at the sight of baby sandals, several sounds of laughter meet your ears as you slowly sit down.

"Who?"

You asked, eyes a little teary voice wavering with emotion, making your husband's eyes and heart soften. Looking around the room you saw Hideyoshi put up his arm with a slightly bashful smile. You thanked him passionately the tears welling up in your eyes, pregnancy hormones not quite all gone, he waved his hand as he eased you a bright smile on his face.

"Lass" Masamune drew your attention to the small posh in front of you. Your look of confusion melted into one of adoration as he opened the pouch to reveal a small container filled with puréed fruit. Taking the spoon he had with it you gently placed some of the fruit on your son's parted lips. Everyone waited in silence as he contemplated the new flavor invading his senses, you and your husband laugh as your baby lifts his eyebrows in confusion, before using all of his strength to reach for the spoon again.

Your shared laughter was heard from down the hall, laughter that would illuminate your home for years to come.

~~~

[and-then-she-died-tm]

I HAVE A QUESTION FOR THE IKESEN FANDOM

👉👈

[cloudcountry]

MITSUNARI X READER PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

(specifically a reader that, instead of being a seamstress or a tactile artist, is instead a poet. Or a poetic writer. He reads all their works and adores them to bits. Info dumping to his Warlord buddies about how good the writing and symbolism is lol! I just want a sweet husband that enjoys my writing w/ me lol).

SUMMARY: domestic bliss with your husband, mitsunari!!

WARNINGS: mentions of aging and death.

COMMENTS: i hope i did him justice!! this is my first time writing for him JASGFDASJ DIES i took it in a bit of a different direction so i hope you like it ^^

You don’t notice your husband as he creeps into your shared bedroom, sliding the door shut behind him as he stares at you. His eyes are soft, crinkling with both love and age as he makes his way over to you.

He knows better than to disturb you when you���re working, so instead he sits a little ways away from you, telling himself that he’ll look through his books until you’re done.

But even as his hand reaches for a book, his eyes are still trained on you.

He eventually looks away from you and turns his attention to the pages before him, reading about a military strategy he’s studied a million times. The silence is most welcome, the soothing atmosphere in your shared space never failing to bring you both peace after you’ve worked so hard every day.

Of course, there are times when one of you has to open up the door and drag the other outside for some fresh air so the two of you aren’t stuck in a room all day, and of course that someone is normally you, but neither of you would have it any other way.

Dinnertime rolls around and you have enough sense (and time awareness) to place your writing utensil down, gazing at the multitude of pages you’ve covered in satisfaction. Plenty of work was done today.

You’re unsurprised when you turn your head and see your husband buried in a pile of books, his glasses slipping down his nose as he furrows his brow at the page. There’s no telling how long he’s been there, hunched over the pages as he studies them so intently, but you’re one and the same in that regard.

“Mitsunari,” you call, getting up from your seat at your desk and wincing as your knee lets out an alarming crack, “It’s time for dinner.”

He doesn’t answer, but you didn’t expect him to. Carefully, you make your way over to him, making sure you don’t bump into any of his precious books. As you kneel at his side, you gently take the book out of his hands and remove his glasses, setting them aside.

“Mitsunari?” you call his name again, and this time your voice is enough to snap him out of his trance.

“Oh! Hello.” he smiles, so sweetly and brightly when he notices you that it’s a tad embarrassing, “Is it time for dinner yet? I’m so sorry if I kept you waiting.”

Oh, he’s an angel. There’s nothing that brings you more joy than being married to him, you’re certain of it.

“Yes, it is. Would you like to come with me to collect our meals?” you ask, getting up from your kneeling position and offering a hand to him.

“Of course.” he says, voice dreamy and soft, “I’d go anywhere for you.”

It’s bad for your heart, you’ve decided. He can’t just say those things when all you’re doing is getting dinner. But with the way he hums a cheery tune and intertwines your fingers, you can’t bring yourself to object to his flowery words.

Besides, if anyone’s an expert at those words, it should be you.

You and Mitsunari make your way to the kitchen, where sure enough, two trays are waiting for you. You two know each other well enough to know each other's tastes, so after offering a thank you to the chef (who comments on how cute is it that the two of you eat together, being the tease he is) you grab the dinner you know is yours and make your way back to your room.

“Would you like to eat outside today?” you suggest, “Since the sun is going down, it’ll be very pretty outside.”

“If it would make you happy, of course we can.” he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your temple.

You feel your face grow warm when you feel his smile against your skin.

The evening air is cool as it hits your heated face. Mitsunari sits on the stairs, gazing out at the open sky above. You follow, feeling the world as it turns.

You suddenly feel small.

Your heart squeezes in your chest when you think about how similar your time period and this time period are, even if you call one home and had abandoned the other. It will always be a part of you, just like how the Earth still spins, even five hundred years in the future.

You’re married now. You’re growing older, and it hurts your head to think that with every passing day, you‘re getting closer to the day you’re born.

It’s strangely poetic, to be destined to die long before you’re born.

“What were you writing about today?” Mitsunari asks, his eyes trained on your face.

You probably looked sad, you realize. There wouldn’t have been a reason for him to interrupt with something you love if you looked okay.

“I was writing about someone who found their soulmate, about the effects of aging on the body and how it doesn’t mar the soul...because no matter how fast we decay, the fact that we existed and loved and lost will never stop being true.” you answer, turning your gaze away from him and towards the stars, “I think...I should make my next piece about how the world moves as a whole unit, leaving humans behind in death but bringing new ones into the unit by birth, and how no matter what the Earth will keep spinning because she’s more powerful than any of us know.”

“You have a lovely mind,” he says, gazing at you like you’re the Earth...like you’re the world.

You feel yourself flush again at his praise. He’s far too sweet to you, slathering your heart in his honey-coated words. It makes you sluggish and slow, it makes an utter fool out of someone who should know words like the back of their hand.

For once, you don’t use words, and instead, you lean in to kiss him. He reciprocates immediately, and you take comfort in the fact that the Earth gave you a chance to meet someone like him.

It feels like she’s smiling at the two of you as you thank her.

[malachiexists13]

Requests Temporarily Closed.

[ANGST] Til' Envy Do Us Part || "Ieyasu" (REQUESTED - F!MC) [SMUT] Exploring Curiosity || "Ranmaru" (KT - M!MC) [SMUT] ??? || "Mitsunari" (?) [SMUT] ??? || "Mitsuhide" (?) [SMUT] ??? || "Kicho" (?) [SMUT] ??? || "Kanetsugu" (?) [SMUT] ??? || "Kenshin" (?)

[Opinions] Gay or Nay?: Ikemen Series Edition [Opinions] Would I Punch This Character?: Ikesen Edition

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[dealerlin]

If you're requests are open I'd love to see some angsty kbtbb, especially w eisuke. Sorry if it's vague I've never requested anything before. Hope you're having a good day :)

okay, i can’t figure out who this is. i’m debating on writing two options: unrequited love, where younger reader is crushing hard on eisuke but he can’t return her love because of both age and he’s just not into her like that. or traumatized reader who has a trauma response to maybe a fight, or something along those lines.

[iskratempestmadness]

How do you think the baki characters would react when they find out that the reader has depression and is really struggling lately?

He's a specialist

Of course, in normal times, he would advise you to turn to a professional and not listen to the advice of friends, but it so happened that he is an expert himself. He will help you. He will put all his strength into it. Of course, you won't get better immediately, that's the norm, but gradually... Over time... This will help. And the only thing that will interest him is the fact that you didn't share your worries and difficulties right away. The situation could have been easier if you had contacted him earlier.

Kureha, Retsu

He will offer the help of a specialist

The first thing that comes to his mind after you've notified him is that you need to see a specialist. He can listen to you. He can understand you. He can tell you anything to make you feel better. But depression is not a disease that can be cured by folk methods or with the help of friends. We need qualified help. And he will provide it for you. He'll hire the best of the best for you. He spent as much as he needed on drugs and conditions. But most importantly, he won't leave you. Turning to doctors, he does not seek to throw off responsibility, like "you know better and help her, now this is not my problem." He just wants to really help you. That's why he'll be there for you.

Baki, Jack, Yujiro, Hanayama, Oliva, Katsumi, Doyle

He will help you

How many stories he had heard, how much advice he had been given, who he had not talked to about it... He remembered everything and brought it to you on a platter. And these will be completely diverse tips. From the banal "just listen to her, sympathize and it will pass with time" to the rather unusual "She has to eat five onions at midnight on Friday while standing on her hands." And of course, he was advised by a couple of people who would "cure" it with shamanism or something similar. But it is impossible not to admit that part of the advice was "take her to a psychologist."And out of all this, he will offer you a treatment method that is most pleasant to you. (Please choose a psychologist)

Now we need to explain why he will choose this particular path... You see, he's a pretty traditional and a little old-fashioned person, and in his day it didn't happen (so it might seem), so he'll use everything he can to help you.

Doppo, Shibukawa, Kaku, Yuichiro, Yanagi, Tokugawa, Sikorsky

You'll have to calm him

down for nothing... You shouldn't have done that.. He's either so upset about it that he got emotional himself, and now you have to calm him down, because "My dear, my good, I'm so sorry for you, I don't understand what you're feeling, but it's terrible...", or he begins to reveal his soul to you, all that he has accumulated and ... Now he's crying... So you will cry together. And it's better to go to a psychologist together.

KATOU, Suedo, Dorian, Guevara, Spec

[trashpanda66]

"Communicate"

(Pickle x gender neutral Reader) (SFW)

[So this is my first Baki fic and my first fic on Tumblr. I'm still really new to both of these so if anything is weird or messed up, please just explain how I can fix it. THERE WILL BE A PART TWO! Love y'all. @rottmntrulesall

Life is a very interesting thing, isn't it? You can think that you have everything all figured out, that there's nothing left in life or in this world that can surprise you or knock you off your game. But life always has a curveball hidden just behind the corner, waiting patiently for the day that you don't have your bat ready to swing. Unfortunately for you, you didn't have your eye on the ball today.

You had a lot of experience with animals of all kinds. You grew up in a forest in the countryside your whole life with your family, so encounters with animals happened quite often. From gators in your back yard that you'd give a good bath/scrub to before guiding them back into the swamps, to paying attention to the number of coyotes howling in the woods so you could know when the panthers came back through and cut the canines' numbers down. The herds of deer would just walk around with you when they were in the area, snakes would cuddle up to you for your warmth, and you had a few wild hawks that would come to you for food and comfort all the time. All of these things together made others think that you were some sort of animal tamer, that you could control all of nature's beasts with a wave of your hand and a command from your mouth. It was a cute idea, but it was entirely wrong. In your years growing up in the forest, you had learned how to communicate with the animals. "Look at the ground when you're around deer so they'll think you're a grazer like them, direct eye contact and/or bared teeth are a challenge to fight, a turned back is a prime opportunity to attack, and show any opponent your side to express that you can fight but would prefer not to." These were just some of the lessons you learned as you grew up, but it was the language of the animal world, and you were determined to learn it. Over time, you mastered this unspoken language and earned the respect of the wildlife around you. You didn't control the animals, you simply spoke to them in their language.

You were in Japan for a vacation, rather than work for once. You were enjoying your time there, going to different sites and experiencing the wonders of the land when you suddenly got a phone call. It was an unknown number, but your instincts told you to answer the phone rather than ignore it. With a sigh, you answered the phone call. You were called to Mitsunari Tokugawa's fighting ring to, in his words, "help take care of a wild animal". The man on the other end of the line refused to explain any further than that, instead just repeating "I promise to pay you plenty for your help if you come as soon as possible".

And that's how you ended up here, in an illegal fighting ring, staring directly at a fight between an 8 foot tall caveman and some new upcoming fighter who wanted to test his mettle against the dinosaur killer. You felt a tug on the side of your jacket, causing you to look to the elderly man who called you here in the first place. Tokugawa had a solemn look on his face as he finally elaborated on why you were here.

"His name is Pickle. The main problem is that he keeps eating the fighters who lose to him." His eyes shine with hesitation and fear, as if he's concerned that you'll run off without helping once he finishes explaining everything. His tired old eyes drift back to the arena, catching sight of Pickle as he gives an open palm slap to his opponent and sends the young fighter flying out of the arena. He swallowed down a lump in his throat before continuing.

"I need you to go down there and stop Pickle from eating that fighter in there. I've watched him tear apart some of the world's best fighters, all of them being men that I admired greatly! It's because of him that some of my favorite fighters can no longer return to this ring and others had to give up fighting completely. For now, all I need is that you make sure that fighter in there goes back home mostly intact." The small old man shakes as he talks, seemingly convinced that you're going to escape the moment you get a chance. I mean, who wouldn't? He was sending you into a situation where you could lose parts of your body at best, and your life at worst. But you didn't respond. You stared into the arena, your eyes following every move made by the gigantic ancient human. You could see it in the way his muscles flexed and relaxed, the way his eyes opened and closed lazily, and in the way his facial muscles were mostly lax. You could see it clearly where no one else could.

Pickle wasn't taking this fight seriously. While the young fighter was pouring every ounce of his strength into this match, the caveman had yet to even go halfway. Like a wolf playing with a pup, Pickle was handicapping himself just to give his opponent confidence. The caveman didn't want the game to end anytime soon, but the young fighter was growing more and more weary with each passing second. You were in no rush to get to the bottom of the pit because as far as you could see, Pickle was more than happy to play with and not hurt the smaller fighter. As you neared the entrance of the arena, you caught sight of something that sent you straight into action.

In a foolish attempt to gain victory, the young fighter took aim for Pickle's family jewels. The hit landed, causing Pickle to scream and hiss in pain before backing away from the fighter. Said fighter was staggering around on his own feet, exhaustion and fatigue taking over his entire body as he struggled to simply stay awake. And then you both heard it.

A growl. Then you saw it.

Pickle was on all fours, his entire body lifted up and tense, ready to pounce. Pickle wasn't playing anymore.

You sprinted into the arena, throwing caution to the wind as you jumped in front of the caveman. You turned your back to the massive fighter, baring your teeth and shrieking at the smaller fighter. You lifted your arms and opened your stance, making yourself appear bigger to both men. While the young fighter was confused and dazed by your display, Pickle understood.

You, despite being even smaller and weaker than either of the fighters in the pit, were siding with Pickle against his opponent. Even better, you trusted the prehistoric man to not attack you while you were distracted, a trust which is not lightly given in nature. You were protecting the warrior, you were fighting for the fighter, and your actions did not go unnoticed. Suddenly you leapt forward towards the weary fighter, wrapping your small hands around his head before knocking him to the ground. You didn't give him a chance to speak before you ordered him to go limp and close his eyes. It wasn't difficult for the exhausted brawler to obey your words, passing out at just the right time. Hurriedly you rolled the both of you over on the ground, making it appear as if the younger fighter had gained the upper hand in his "altercation" with you. It was entirely accidental on your part, you had just meant to get the unconscious fighter into a better position where you could sling him closer to the exit of the arena, but you didn't get a chance. Suddenly Pickle was standing over the both of you, his hand outstretched behind himself as his whole body twisted into delivering a bone shattering slap to the exposed fighter. You started struggling underneath the younger fighter who was much heavier than he looked to get the caveman's attention and stop him from delivering his final blow, but Pickle saw your struggle as the last efforts of a warrior who will lose the fight against their opponent, furthering him into putting as much force as he could behind his strike.

If there is communication, then there must be miscommunication as well.

The caveman's hand connected with the ribs of the knocked out fighter, sending his unconscious body rag dolling across the arena and into the stands. Welp. At least the young fighter is no longer in the ring. You start to calm down, your eyes fluttering shut slowly as the adrenaline starts to wear off. It was somewhat peaceful, the bright lights were almost good enough to mimic the warmth of the sun as your own fatigue started to catch up to you. It was almost perfect napping conditions. And then you felt a slightly leathery hand cup your cheek softly, which was then followed by a mildly damp nose pressing gently against your forehead, blowing out soft puffs of hot air against your hairline. Your eyes fly back open, expecting to witness horrid fangs the moment before they're buried in your flesh, but instead you're met with a curious sight.

Bright meukow cognac colored eyes peer down at you from behind long, greasy black hair. The giant man is peering down at you, his head blocking the intense lights and giving him a shimmering halo. The caveman's massive hand was gently cradling your face, angling your head towards his and allowing him to check you over for injuries. As far as he knew, you had just taken on a challenger who was strong enough to actually hurt him, and had he not interfered when he did, you would have become the young fighter's next meal. Pickle's eyes filled with tears, his admiration of you flowing from his brandy eyes and dripping onto your face. You knew you couldn't win against the caveman's opponent, yet you still protected him. But there was another reason for Pickle's tears, one that you recognized almost too well.

Pickle doesn't respect anything that can't fight. Pickle doesn't befriend anything that can't fight. But if his opponent can actually put up a good fight, Pickle will bond with them. He'll see them as a companion, an equal, someone worth being in a pack with. But there's one problem; the nature of his time demanded that he eat anything he defeated. Even if he befriended his opponent, even if he loved them with his whole heart, he had to defeat them, and he had to eat them. Because if he didn't, then he'd be the one being consumed. It was eat or be eaten, kill or be killed, and Pickle was determined to survive. No matter how much he loved his enemy, he'd only have that one battle with them, that one bonding moment with them before he had to kill them.

Until you strolled into the arena. You proved your strength by taking on the fighter who managed to injure Pickle, earning the caveman's respect without having to fight him yourself. Pickle didn't have to eat you, because you didn't lose to him! You could be his first companion! The first member of his pack! Finally. Finally Pickle wouldn't have to be alone anymore!

But Pickle could be happy about his new potential pack member later. For now, he needed to finish checking you over for injuries.

You couldn't help the nervous giggle that escaped your lips as the giant caveman skirted his massive hands over your entire body, pressing his nose to anything extra sensitive and sniffing. You let him pick you up and move your joints carefully, testing the ranges of your body just in case anything got hurt in the scuffle. So far, it seemed everything was alright! No injuries accounted for, no discomfort from you, so everything was going great! Pretty soon, the caveman would let you go and you'd probably be free to return to your vacation. Once Pickle was certain that you hadn't been injured in your supposed "fight", he set you down gently on the ground in front of him, gauging your reaction to his presence. You sat in front of him cross legged, your eyes half open as you leaned back and exposed your torso to him. You were telling him you trust him. Pickle immediately began to reciprocate your trust, exposing his neck to you as he used his hands to scuttle closer. Once he's deemed himself close enough to you, he begins to lean forward. You could sense that you were safe with him, that if he wanted you gone, he would have handled that himself long ago. As such, you began to lean forward as well.

Pickle placed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and taking in a shuddering breath. You had to physically stop yourself from gagging at the stench emanating from the giant man, but you closed your eyes and bit your tongue, letting the prehistoric man continue his little bonding ritual. You felt that same massive leathery hand rest against the side of your face once more, though this time he wasn't attempting to move your head. He was just holding you gently, seemingly waiting for you to do something. With an internal sigh, you begin to lift your hand to hold the side of his massive face. The only thought that went through your mind before your small hand touched his dirty skin was 'I hope this isn't some kind of mating ritual'. The moment your hand made contact with his face, Pickle's eyes flew open. Upon seeing that your eyes were still closed, he gently tapped your face. Your eyes opened and met with his once more, the two of you sitting in a position that makes you almost look like lovers. Slowly, his massive hand drifted down from your face, causing you to mirror him and sink your hand lower than his face. Once his hand stopped on your shoulder, you placed yours on his big shoulder, never once breaking eye contact. Pickle smiled to you, showing his fangs before hiding them slowly, so you reciprocated. Finally Pickle pulled his head away from yours, sitting up a bit straighter in front of you. He closed his eyes happily before making a little chuffing noise at you, to which you giggled and finally spoke to the caveman. Though your sentence was in the language of the modern humans, Pickle understood your words.

"Hello there, Pickle. I'm glad we're friends now."

[selenacosmic]

Maybe request masamune x daughter reader who is about 19- 20 and In a fit of arguing about her not wanting to marry, he says he wishes he had a son instead of her and she runs away? And the oda forces react to this?

Ohh this one is a bit angsty, thank you for the request.

Masamune has a fight with his daughter.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

Nobunaga would be surprised that someone like Masamune would go that far, but he understands that his vassal was worried about his daughter’s future. Regardless, he could see the fatal mistake that masamune committed had affected his daughter negatively. If you want, he could punish masamune for his words.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

Hideyoshi was ready to scold masamune for talking to his own daughter that way, since he was way out of line. He will take your side during this fight and defend you during the argument. Of course, he would have a serious talk with Masamune about what he did and that he should apologize.

Mitsunari Ishida.

Mitsuhide would certainly have not expected what masamune said to you, being initially in shock. However, he quickly decided to help both sides come together to form peace by elaborating a strategy that would help both sides understand each other. He knew that masamune was at fault, but also knew he he regretted his words.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Ieyasu was taken aback, and could only feel annoyed at how stupid masamune can be. He will rather not get in between you two, since it wasn’t his problem. But inevitably both you and your father will go to him for advice on this matter.

Masamune Date.

The moment he said those words to you, he will have regretted it. Masamune was more than proud to have a daughter like you, and yet he reacted that way by impulse. He will be a bit hesitant about apologizing, but after being scolded by the others, specially his wife, he will go talk to you about it.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

Mitsuhide had expected better from him, he knew that the mistake that masamune did was incorrigible and would need a lot of work to fix it. Of course, it was fun seeing masamune being ignored and avoided by his daughter, but he did try helping you two make up… in his own teasing way.

Keiji.

Keiji will focus mostly on helping you, since he couldn’t believe that Masamune would say something like that during an argument, though he would also prefer to stay out of the fight.

Ranmaru.

Ranmaru would be heartbroken to hear what happened, he knows that masamune is a loving father, but that was going too far. He decides to comfort you and reassure you that your father would apologize for what he said.

[whatever-fanfics]

First of many

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Ikemen sengoku x reader

Ranmaru Mori x reader

Part of @aquagirl1978 's "a series of first's" challenge

Prompt: First date (planned date)

In which you and Ranmaru go on your first date, test your boundaries, and find comfort within one another.

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The bustling crowds of Azuchi market flooded their senses yet it did nothing to soothe your nerves as you walked close to Ranmaru occasionally bumping into him muttering the occasional 'sorry'.

Your first date.

You awkwardly cleared your throat, oblivious to the adoring look he gave you accompanied by a slight blush covering his cheeks. You really are too cute.

"Do you want to try the new tea house" he asked bright smile accompanied by a slight blush staining his cheeks, too excited to be nervous. "Is there anything special, you wanna get" he turned his head to you, his heart warming as you thought about it "yeah, I want to try their new mochi and they have a new tea, too. Oh! Maybe we should bring some back for the others too!" You pondered out loud, only stopping when you saw the pout on his face. When you asked him about it he answered,

"Mmm" he grumbled "I don't want you thinking of other guys when you're with me" his voice was quieter than before. You smiled and reassured him as you took his hand and led him to the tea house.

Not that far behind you two followed a worrying mother, several older brothers, and one concerned father.

Hideyoshi's eyes narrowed as he saw the couples interlinked hands "What does he think he's doing", he whispered with the fury of an angered mother. "Holding hands like that" he grumbled, "hush monkey" Hideyoshi gasped and bounced back as he turned to see his lord. "MY LORD!!!" only quieting down as he got several 'shhh's' in response. Turning he saw the rest of the Oda warlords along with Kennyo?!?

"What are you-" "what do you think we're doing here, no one's professional enough to leave them alone" Ieyasu interrupted with a huff. "No one could focus during the meeting, so Lord Ieyasu suggested we follow them to see if they were alright" Mitsunari filled the rest in. "I said that sarcastically you oaf" Ieyasu quickly followed up. "That all follows, but why are you..." he trailed off as all heads turned to look at the monk. Wanting to interact with any of them as little as possible he curtly replied "I am allowed to take a convenient stroll, am I not?" He asked rhetorically, not taking his eyes of the pair for a second.

Neither believed each other, not wasting any time as they saw the new couple get further and further away. The warlords and the monk followed as discreetly as possible, ignoring the odd looks they got from the townspeople.

A bead of sweat comedically dropped down your head as you tried not to notice the group of people huddled in the bushes. Turning away from them hoping they don't notice you, noticing them. You sat in silence until Ranmaru came back. They didn't have to see your face to know how happy you looked. While you and Ranmaru exchanged pleasantries.

"Why is he sitting so. close. to her?!?!" Hideyoshi fumed at this Kennyo turned to him with the strength of a thousand angry fathers. "What's wrong with him sitting close to her?" What's wrong with my son?!?! Kennyo silently raged. "What if he-" "hush, you stupid monkey" Nobunaga quietly eradicated the tension. "Where did Lord Masamune go?" At this the others turn to see the one eyed dragon nowhere to be found.

Upon spotting the server walking up to you and Ranmaru, Mituhide snickered 'this should be good'.

"Yeah and then he-" you both quickly turned to the shadow on top of you. Multiple arms grab Hideyoshi as he almost blows their cover trying to walk over to them fuming and red with anger.

Masamune ignored the look of shock he got from both parties and introduced a new dish.

The others look don in confusion and shock, wondering how he had time to make something in such. short amount of time.

"I am so sorry" you leaned over and whispered to Ranmaru. He smiled "no, not at all" waving his hands in assurance.

"MASAMUNE!!!" Hideyoshi struggled against the many arms holding him back.

You could only watch in silent worry as Masamune continuously pulled out treat after treat piling up on the small bench you and your date sat on.

Turning your head you looked at the rest of the warlords, plus Kennyo. While it warmed your hear to see him care for Ranmaru for deeply, it only spurned on your rising nerves to have your boyfriends father chaperone your first date. Try as you might you locked eyes with Nobunaga who was watching in amusement while holding back Hideyoshi.

He saw you glare at him and knew that you had long since known of their presence. Sighing to himself, he pulled Hideyoshi back and settled him down with a tug to his shoulder knowing their disguise had been realized.

When the others saw their lord stand tall they knew it was fruitless to hide any longer. He along with the others, Kennyo included, slowly walked their way over to your spot.

While fending off Masamune's onslaught of food, Ranmaru took a glance at you.

'Gosh, you look so cute pouting like that' he swooned inwardly.

The other patrons could only watch in shock and confusion as their beloved warlords got scolded by their princess. Some had soft smiles on their faces sensing the level of care the group had for one another amongst the chaos. The patrons watch as they believe they'll remember this event for years to come.

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[and-then-she-died-tm]

Nobunaga themed sticker set drop!!

Decided to make some stickers for the more subtle Ikemen fan!

Here’s Nobus set which just went up on my Redbubble!!

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

IkeSen x armless reader

Im going with reader dosent have a right arm- it's your choice if you're amputated or just born without it 🙃

Sasuke (I HAVE A REASON FOR HIM FIRST >:>)

After being thrown back in time, saving Nobunaga, then proceeding to run at the tought of being spoiled and realization fo being tossed back in time. You found the reason why you're here, and the root of all of the problems- who has become.. a Ninja? You kinda just shrugged it off and the two of you got to talking, then he realized. You don't have an arm-

"Oh yeah- it kinda went poof! When comeong back here-"

Sasuke imedeately started to panic and imedeately apologized for this and the instability of your trip and-

"Hey- hey- it's ok! It was like that before-"

Sasuke sighed, relaxed, processed it, and let out a chuckle "I'm glad you can make some jokes-"

Over yout time the two of you got very close and friendly. He also joins in on the missing arm jokes, fooling everyone, and getting people to laugh, even in hard times. Sasuke also helps you with self defense things since he is more experienced with one handed blades and more speed based attacks.

Nobunaga:

He dosent care that you don't have an arm, actually, he respects you even more. He sees it as a show of a strong charicter that you don't let it hold you back, allowing yourself to do whatever you know you can. This makes him all the more proud when you request a job, he makes sure to have someone there to help you if needed (I mean- he has the same with Mitsunari- Mitsunari dosent realize and probably would feel bad about asking for help). When he does spend time with you, he makes sure you're happy, safe, and flourishing. You easily put a smile on your face with some of the stories you share, the passions you have, and so much more. He is proud to have found such a beautiful gem

Masamune:

The flirt off is imedeate. You gotta understand that you two, are firing so many pickup lines, jokes, everything you can think of at eachother. Chemistry? Imedeate. It honestly makes everyone a little jealious of him and his fans a little jealious of you-

Hideyoshi:

So- the Oda's local mom, can, will, and does worry about you alot. He will chastise you about joking about your arm, then sigh, and do something with you that's fun as a bit of an apology(with headpats).

Mitsunari:

Takeing care of Mitsunari is one of the easiest jobs you have, and you don't mind it much either. Spending time with him is a joy, and it's clear that things with him are also improving. It's just a win for you, a win for him, and a win for Hideyoshi.

Mitsuhide:

You should understand that- this man probably dosenr get jokes- at all. Unless he makes them of course. (My HC so ye lol) so- you made it your solem duty to make this man laugh at one of your jokes. So far- it has failed...

Ieyasu:

I think he would be a bit curious about you and how you have done things. Of course, he won't say SHITTTT, but he follows you around when he can to awnser as many questions as he has. You two do hangout and he helps you work on differnt medical things, seeing that when it comes to war, you want to help people not have to face the struggles you do. He finds that admirable. He names a three legged cat after you that he has taken in, yes they and Kitty play often-

Ranmaru: (SWEET BABY BOIIIIIIIIII, we don't have much for cannon so this is based off of the limited knowledge I got :/)

He often does his best to help you with your job(s) when he thinks that you may need it. He is overprotective of you, and is a little pushy. It's sweet.. but uneeded. So you make sure that he knows that you can still do these things and you don't need his help unless asked. So he backs off, but still tries to be there if you need it.

Keji:

I know even less about him so I'm going to skip

Shengen:

Another flirt off! You two honestly have alof of fun with your flirting, you do also get that bit of chemistry too. He is careing, but not to thr point of being overbearing. It's a bit of a nice change compared to some of the Oda.

Kenshin: (my lord of bunnies)

He very much respects you. He did tryyyy to lock you in a cage, but the rest of them somehow managed to just give you a room in the palace instead. You very much can keep his pace when drinking, terrifying everyone but him. Also, bun army cuddles

Yukimura:

He thinks you're a badass. He even joins Sauske in teaching you self defense as a attacker. He holds alot of respect for you and the skills you have had to learn because of your disability. He definately learns how to do some of the things you can, just in case it is needed in his future. He is also annoyed about Shengen teasing him about wanting to marry you-

During wartime:

As allways you are in the back helping warriors recover from wounds. There is another nurse helping you by being an extra pair of hands. After battles you do also help as much as you can with the cooking and serving food.

[nightghoul381]

Finally had time to write!! Here is my first entry in @aquagirl1978 's A Series of Firsts event! Thank you @judejazza for the idea of writing Ranmaru and @candied-boys for helping come up with the story idea!

Coincidences

Ranmaru Mori x Reader Prompt: First Kiss Genre: Fluff WC: 1.1k CW: None

“Oh, hi Ranmaru! I didn’t realize you were going to be here too! We just keep running into each other lately,” You laugh, noticing the way he flips around in surprise.

“Aah! I’m so glad to see you! I think today is going to be the very best day ever now!” Ranmaru squealed, bounding over to you, and grabbing your hands, flashing his brilliant luminescent smile at you, and making your heart start to pound.

You tried to control your emotions, to control your thoughts, but the giddiness you feel when you’re around him, the nervous excitement, always seems to crash over you whenever he turns his soft gray eyes on you. It may just be wishful thinking, but there’s so much tenderness and affection in his gaze that you almost wonder, almost allow yourself to hope, that perhaps he may feel the same way about you.

Don’t be ridiculous! You tell yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and forcing a smile to your own face.

“Well, should we get started? Lord Nobunaga is expecting it to be finished today after all,” you say with a strained jovial tone. You slip your hands free of Ranmaru’s grasp and turn to start organizing the shelves packed full of parchment and ink.

You thought you heard a faint grumble, but tired to ignore it. It seems like more and more recently you’ve been assigned to tasks with Ranmaru. Last week Mitsunari had asked for you to run to a nearby café to assist with a delivery that needed to be sorted and Ranmaru had shown up mere moments after you stating that Hideyoshi had sent him to do the same task. And the same scenario repeated several more times. It seems as if some force in the universe was just begging for your heart to explode.

Each time you were together, you found it harder and harder to keep your feelings in check. Ranmaru was so sweet and excited and kind and he’s so eager to make you smile that you’ve found him showing up in your dreams, sweeping you off your feet and making you the happiest person on the planet.

“Oh no! Watch out!” Ranmaru yelled, snapping you out of your musing. You twist your shoulders toward the sound of his voice to see a large pot of ink tipping from the top of one of the shelves. In the moment it takes for you to register what is happening, the heavy container has started hurtling toward you and your eyes grow wide. Just as you brace for the inevitable impact, you feel your body pushed backward, followed by a thunk and a groan of pain.

Ranmaru lay splayed on the floor, his dusty pink hair and most of his outfit are now dripping with the deep charcoal color of the ink. Scrambling to your knees you crawl over to him.

“Oh jeez! Ranmaru are you okay?” You squeak, placing your hands on his cheeks and tilting his head.

“It really hurts,” he admits, lower lip protruding in a pout and his grey eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“Ah! I’m so sorry! This I all my fault, I should have been paying attention, not focusing on my thoughts,” You apologize, helping him to his feet, wincing at the amount of ink that still dripped down his back and at the way he held his shoulder tenderly. Ranmaru took a clean part of his sleeve and wiped the tears from his eyes and then murmured.

“What were you thinking about? It must have been something important for you to be so focused on it.”

You felt your face flush, cheeks tuning a bright red as you tried to think of something to tell him other than the truth. There’s no way you were telling him that he was the one holding your attention. Your eyes dart around the room as you stumble over your words.

“I...uh, it was… it was nothing really…just caught in my own head?” you mumble, trying to keep your attention anywhere but on the man before you. Unfortunately, your eyes fall on his beautiful face that’s scrunched in a surprisingly sultry, knowing grin.

“Were you thinking about how strange it’s been that we’ve been put on assignments together so much recently? Or were you maybe thinking about how you’ve almost started to look forward to our meetings as much as I have?”

Your breath catches in your throat as Ranmaru steps forward, his face pulling in so close you could swear you could smell the peach he’d likely enjoyed with his lunch.

“Can I tell you a biiig secret? Like the biggest secret I’ve ever had, ever?” he whispers, his words far more innocent than his intonation. You nod ever so slightly, your heart pounding out of your chest and your senses becoming overwhelmed with him. Your face feels so hot as you look into his beautiful eyes.

“I really, really like you.”

You inhale sharply, his face leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. Your mind seems to throw rationality out the window, your arms flying around his neck as you pull him toward you again. His lips are soft, shockingly smooth and velvety as they meet yours. It’s like some barrier is shattered, your mouths working greedily against each other’s.

His tongue prodded at your mouth, slipping between your lips with seemingly practiced ease, filling your mouth with a burst of peach flavor. He twined his tongue around yours, exploring your mouth with such reckless excitement, you couldn’t help but moan into it.

His hands moved, one on your waist and one on the back of your head, deepening the kiss and you happily went along with his movements. Soon you were lost in each other’s taste, not noticing the eyes peering in at you from behind the door.

“I told you, simply put the two of them together enough times and one of them was sure to make a move,” Mitsuhide chuckled softly, sliding away from the door and turning to face the other warlords.

“I… I hate to admit, but you were right, Mitsuhide.” Hideyoshi’s resigned sigh moving to join his sly counterpart.

“I will admit, Mitsunari, placing the ink pot so close to the edge of the shelf was a very good move as well,” Masamune admitted, clapping the other man on the back before heading off down the hall and back toward the courtyard.

Mitsunari, rubbed his neck and followed behind, “Oh, right… I most certainly meant for that to happen…”

The warlords finally departed, satisfied that their scheme had worked out precisely as they had intended and pleased knowing that they would no longer have to deal with the two of them tiptoeing around each other while being blatantly obvious about how they felt about the other.

[eventinelysplayground]

Praise Me

Kinktober Day 18: Praise Kink| A/B/O

Pairing: Mitsunari x Female Reader

This is another fic that I surprised myself with. I haven't finished Mitsunaris route yet I only got up to Chapter 4 I believe so it may not completely be in character for him but from the other routes, special events and what I did of his although he's very sweet he also has a bit of a naughty side to him. This fic is NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 1303.

“Yes, just like that. Such a good girl.”

You're on your hands and knees sucking deeply on Mitsunari's cock while he sits cross legged on a zabuton praising you.

“You always make me feel so good.”

He had never been shy about handing out praise or compliments to people and it was something you had always loved about it. When he started using them occasionally during your private time though, it stirred something in you. Something darker and more primal, something that grew more intense each time he did it.

Truthfully you had been embarrassed to bring it up to him at first almost deciding to forget it but he had been very receptive to your suggestion and now you were so glad you hadn't let your embarrassment win out.

“You've become so good at sucking my cock and you have the perfect mouth for it.”

You could feel the wetness between your legs growing and you rubbed your legs together as you began to flick your tongue over his slit.

“Mmm yes very good.”

You felt one of Mitsunari's hands come up and gently grab your hair as he moaned. You shifted yourself lower supported on one arm so you could free one of your hands. You ran your hand up his thigh letting your fingernails drag lightly along the sensitive skin and he shuddered slightly. You wrapped your hand around his balls and began to fondle them while continuing to suck his cock. You swished your tongue around his shaft as you moved lower down, your hand still fondling his balls, and his moans grew louder.

You slowly worked your way back up licking along the length of his cock so you could get some much needed air. You barely had time to take two breaths when Mitsunari tightened his grip on your hair and pushed your head back down as he bucked his hips towards you so that you deepthroated him. When he'd done this before your gag reflex would kick in making you cough and almost choke but you’d been working on controlling it in private lately.

“It appears you’ve been working hard on improving in your free time. You've done very well. I'm quite proud of you.”

Mitsunaris praise encourages you to keep deepthroating him on your own. He leans forward slightly and uses his free hand to grab your breast circling your nipple with his thumb and you let out a muffled moan.

“I love hearing the pretty sounds you make when your mouth is filled with my cock.”

His words only make you more excited and eager to please him so you start going faster, making sure not to stop your moans as you do so.

“You really know how to please me so well.”

You moan even more at that and you can taste his salty pre-cum. Between that and his praise you're soaking wet now and rubbing your legs together is no longer helping. You take your hand off his sack reaching between your legs but as soon as you do Mitsunaris hand grabs your elbow stopping you. His other hand leaves your hair and tenderly cups your chin.

“If my beautiful girl wants something, all you have to do is ask.”

You slowly drag your lips off his cock and sit back on your knees taking in a few much needed deep breaths. Mitsunari leans back on his hands, a mischievous smile on his face.

“It’s only appropriate to reward all your hard work, you have to be very specific with what you want though. Only bad girls make people guess at what they want after all and you're not a bad girl are you?”

Mitsunaris voice was husky and his lust filled eyes roamed over you making you gulp

“No!”

“No, what?”

“No, I'm not a bad girl.”

Mitsunaris smile got wider and he leaned forward again running the pad of his thumb along your lower lip.

“Then what are you, and what is it that you want?”

You let out a small shaky breath and then looked straight into Mitsunaris amethyst colored eyes.

“I'm a good girl, your good girl, and I want to fuck myself on your cock.”

He took your hand in his and gave the palm a light kiss.

“Then come here, my love.”

He lightly tugged on your hand but you didn't need the coaxing as you were already shuffling into his lap. You lowered yourself slowly onto him, your eyes falling shut as you finally felt his cock deep inside you. Mitsunari brought his lips to your neck and began to pepper your skin with the most tender kiss while his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You slowly began to move up and down his length so that the wet noises of your arousal weren't so loud. You had learned he enjoyed the sensation of when you went to the extremes, taking all of him into you just to then slide so far off that just his tip remained inside your hot core.

You set a steady pace and it wasn't long before Mitsunari was moaning softly and his hands began to travel up your sides before they moved to your breasts and he began to massage and kiss them. You're getting closer to the edge and want to move faster, the speed of his lips and hands aren't helping either but you know how much he's enjoying it so you grip his shoulders and close your eyes to help you focus. You're so focused that you don't immediately register that the kisses have stopped and his hands have left your breasts and are back on your hips.

“You're so considerate of what I want.”

Mitsunari quickly pulled you down on him as he thrusted up making you moan.

“You're so good at riding my cock, even better than you are at sucking it. You really are perfect for me.”

His lips crash against yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth. You want to move but he's still holding you firmly in place and you whine into the kiss.

“Mitsu…nari, please.”

You know you sound pathetic as you whimper your plea between kisses and you can feel him smile before he pulls away.

“Whatever my good girl wants.”

As soon as his hands are no longer holding you in place you begin moving again but much faster than before and it doesn't take long for the wave of ecstasy to wash over you. You feel your walls begin to flutter around his cock and you naturally slow your movements but Mitsunaris hands keep you moving as you cry out in pleasure. He pulls you down one last time as he thrusts up and you feel his cock twitch as it releases his warm cum inside you.

Both of you now satisfied you collapse against him completely worn out. He kisses your temple before gently leaning you back until you're laying on the floor and slowly removing his cock from you. Just as you're thinking about how much you want to sleep you hear the rustling of fabric before Mitsunari drapes his haori over you.

“Mmmm.”

You curl your legs into you and pull the haori up around your neck and you can hear Mitsunari laughing softly. He sits down beside you then gently lifts your head placing it in his lap and begins to stroke your hair.

“You deserve a rest after all of that, I really shouldn't be so greedy with you but I always seem to lose control when it comes to you. You're such a good girl putting up with my demands. Sleep well my love."

He kisses the top of your head and you smile to yourself utterly content as you let sleep take you.

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