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Voyager - Seven

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku) x Original Female Character Characters: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku), Eri Davidson (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting (so much flirting), Teasing, Oda Nobunaga is a huge flirt and a huge tease, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Slight Timeskip Near the End

Previous Chapter (Six): No Easy Conquest | Next Chapter (Eight): A Familiar Face

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Summary:

"Valerie, you should know that I never say anything I don't mean."

She glares at him.

"Calm yourself," he laughs. "It isn't as if I've never seen a naked woman before."

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“You did well today.” The Lord of Azuchi says the words as he helps her dismount from the pretty chestnut mare she’d chosen for her riding lessons. “How do you feel, having completed your first lesson?”

“Like I’m going to be really sore tomorrow morning,” Eri laments. “I can already feel the tightness in my legs.” 

“A soak in the baths tonight will ease the soreness,” he tells her, leading the horse back to the stable to brush and feed it. 

“Baths?” Eri raises an eyebrow, unsure if she’s heard him correctly. 

“Mm.” He grunts in response, his attention focused on the horse. 

“Wait… you did say ‘baths’, right?” She shakes her head. “As in, baths?”

He looks up at her. “I didn’t think there was anything unclear in what I said.”

She squeezes her eyes shut tightly. “You mean to tell me,” she starts, “that there have been baths at Azuchi all this time?” 

This seems to amuse him. “They were there before you arrived, and they will be there after you leave.”

Exasperated, she clicks her tongue. “No one told me!”

“I just did,” he replies simply. 

“Where are they?”

“Not far from here.” He motions vaguely toward the area behind her. At Eri’s blank look, he sighs. “Help me feed her,” he starts, motioning to the horse, “and I’ll show you where they are.” 

***

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She murmurs the words, her eyes taking in the sight in front of her. She turns to him, incredulous. “I can’t believe this has been here the whole time, and I’ve been wasting away in my room wishing for a hot bath where I could soak.”

“Why did you never ask?”

Because I’m a moron. Eri shakes her head. The maids must think I’m a nutcase. “Because I just… I guess I just didn’t think to,” she admits. “No one ever offered me anything different, so I didn’t know another option existed.” 

He cocks his head to the side curiously, studying her. “Surely they have baths where you’re from.”

“Actually---” She stops herself. “You know what? It doesn’t even matter.” She shakes her head again. “So it’s alright for me to use this tonight?” 

“As much as you like.”

“I get to wash my hair,” she croons happily. 

“Is that a special event?” 

This makes her laugh. “You have no idea.” 

“Well then,” he says thoughtfully, flashing her a smile. “Perhaps I shall come by tonight and observe this special event for myself.” 

Is he… serious? Before she has time to contemplate it further, he has turned on his heel and is walking away from her. 

***

“Lady Eri,” Haru calls from the other side of the shoji. “I am here.” 

“Oh, Haru,” Eri calls back, as she gathers her clothing into a bundle. “Come on in.” 

“I’m sorry for the delay,” Haru apologizes, bowing low as she closes the shoji behind her.

Eri waves a hand. “No, it’s alright. I just wanted to see if I could get your help with something.” 

“Anything,” the young lady smiles. “I’m here to serve you, My Lady.”

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that, she thinks, shaking her head. “Tomorrow morning, before tea with Yasuke-San and his family, I’d like to go into town to buy a few things. I’ve already spoken to Ishida-San, and he’s given me a list of places I might find what I need and the money with which to buy them. Would you be available to go with me?” 

“Of course,” Haru beams at her. “I’m so glad you asked. There’s a new vendor I heard about who has the loveliest hair pins. I’d like to go see for myself, if we have time.” 

“I think we can arrange that,” Eri smiles. “I’ll send for you mid-morning, if that’s alright.” 

“As you wish, My Lady.” She bows once more before leaving the room, and Eri turns her attention back to gathering the clothing she needs for her trip to the baths.

***

If there is a more luxurious feeling than the one she is experiencing now, Eri has yet to find it. 

She sighs in contentment as she lowers herself into the steaming water. The baths at Azuchi are laid out much like the more modern ones that she has seen occasionally during her time in Japan, and she is grateful that just like those modern baths, there is an area for her to clean her body and hair before soaking in the steaming hot water of the large bath. She has purposely waited until late in the evening, when most of the estate’s residents have retired for the night. Her patience has served her well, as the baths are deserted by the time she gets there. 

I haven’t felt this clean in days, she thinks to herself languidly, watching the steam rise over the surface of the water. She submerges her head, re-wetting her hair before reaching up to grab her comb and oils. She has just started working the camellia oil through the first section of her hair when she hears his voice.

“It appears I have arrived too late to witness the beginning of your special event.” 

Eri lets out a yelp, dropping the comb in her hand onto the stone lip of the bath. Frantically, she reaches for her robe, but realizes that she is too far away from it to retrieve it without coming part of the way out of the water. “You--!” She gasps, letting herself sink deeper into the water and trying to cover her breasts with her arms. “What are you doing here?” 

The Lord of the castle gazes at her, genuine confusion in his features. “I did tell you that I wanted to witness it for myself,” he says logically, as though he hasn’t just scared her nearly to death. “Did I not?”

“I didn’t think you meant it!” She’s still curling away from him, mortified, trying to hide the private bits of her body. 

“Valerie, you should know that I never say anything I don’t mean.” 

She glares at him. 

“Calm yourself,” he laughs. “It isn’t as if I’ve never seen a naked woman before.”

She sputters, trying to come up with a snappy retort and finding she is utterly unable to. It becomes even harder to speak once he removes his own robe and Eri realizes that he intends to join her in the bath. “Oda-Sama---!” She averts her eyes, her face burning. 

“I think,” he starts, “that in such a casual setting as this one, it would be appropriate to use my given name. Don’t you agree?” He submerges himself completely, moving to the other side of the bath. “Please,” he continues, motioning to the abandoned comb and oils, “don’t let me stop you.” 

Stubbornly, she keeps her arms crossed over her chest. 

“Would it make you feel more comfortable if I looked the other way?” 

“Do whatever you want,” she snaps, refusing to look at him. 

“I told you, it isn’t as if I’ve never seen a naked woman before.”

“You’ve never seen me naked before.” And I was hoping to keep it that way.

“One could argue that I still haven’t,” he chuckles. “You’ve been keeping yourself covered, but even if you hadn’t, night has already fallen, and the darkness of the water covers what you don’t want me to see.”

She can’t refute that point. “Are you really that curious about what I do with my hair?” 

“I really am,” he answers. 

“It isn’t that interesting,” she rebuts. 

“Perhaps not to you,” he shrugs, the water lapping at his collarbones. “But the things we find uninteresting because we do them often are the things that are most interesting to people who have never seen them done.” He offers her a smile. “I promise to keep my eyes above your neck.”

Eri sighs. She knows that if she doesn’t resume detangling and moisturizing her hair before it dries, she will have a tangled, shrunken mess on her hands very soon. “You give me your word?” 

“You have my word,” he tells her solemnly, raising his right hand. “I would ask you for the same, but the truth is that I don’t really mind if your eyes wander.” 

Son of a bitch. “My eyes won’t be wandering anywhere near you,” she snaps. 

True to his word, however, he keeps his eyes on what her hands are doing in her hair, studying the way she parts the thick curls into sections and works oil through each section from root to tip. Even without her arsenal of modern styling and holding products, her hair takes well to the camellia oil, shining in the light of the lamps placed around the tub and curling into its natural z-pattern. 

“It’s beautiful,” he muses, once she has finished doing the same all over her head. 

Eyes wide, she looks over at him. “Thank you.” 

“You seem surprised,” he remarks. 

She shrugs, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest again. 

“The mere fact that something is unfamiliar to me doesn’t make it any less worth admiring,” he reflects. “Do you think me so incapable of recognizing beauty in all its forms?” 

Eri isn’t sure what to say to that. “Oda-Sama---”

“Nobunaga,” he interrupts her, laughter in his voice. “We’re naked in each others’ company. I think you can drop the formality.” 

Her face goes warm. “Nobunaga,” she tries quietly, the name fitting strangely in her mouth. 

“How sweet it sounds coming from you.” She can’t tell if he’s flirting or just teasing her. 

“I’d like to get out now,” she tells him. 

“I won’t stop you.” 

She huffs indignantly. “Can I ask you to please look away?”

“If that’s what you want me to do,” he shrugs. 

“Yes,” she tells him firmly. “I’m going inside to dress.” 

“As you wish.” He turns away from her, and she scrambles up out of the water, snatching up her robe and wrapping it tightly over herself. 

She takes her time drying and moisturizing her skin before dressing in her newly-cleaned modern clothing. She exits the bath house just as Nobunaga is pulling himself up out of the water, and a gasp escapes her. 

“Oh, you’re finished,” he says conversationally, as if he isn’t standing in front of her stark-naked and dripping wet. “I’ll escort you back to your room.” He seems to realize then that he’s still naked and reaches down to pick up his robe and drape it over himself. “So your eyes did wander a bit,” he smirks. 

“It isn’t as though I’ve never seen a naked man before.” She throws his words back in his face. 

“But you’ve never seen me naked before. Did you see anything you liked?” He asks her, that teasing lilt back in his voice. 

She ignores his question. “What do you think I am?”

“I think,” he starts seriously, holding out his arm for her to take, “that you are a mystery that I would like to solve.” He looks down at her, watching as she accepts his arm and loops her own through it.  

***

“You know,” Valerie starts, looking past her reflection in the mirror to gaze at his, just behind her, “you’re being awfully distracting.”

“Me?” Shinichi chuckles. “I’m not even doing anything. I’m just watching.” 

“Yes,” she says, “but it’s very hard to concentrate on what I’m doing when every time I look in the mirror, I see you lying there.” 

“Would it help if I helped you?” 

“Maybe,” she giggles. “It would help even more if you’d put some clothes on.” 

“But I’m comfortable like this.” 

“What you are, is a distraction,” she reiterates, wagging a finger at him playfully. 

“Alright,” he says, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. “How about a compromise? I put on a pair of pants and help you.” 

“That sounds like a fair deal.” She watches his reflection go into the third drawer of the bureau, pull out a pair of blue pajama bottoms, and slide them on. His reflection turns to her. 

“Better?”

“For now.” 

Her boyfriend closes the distance between them, bending over slightly to press a kiss to her lips. “Want me to get the back?” He asks, motioning to where her hair has been divided into two large sections. 

“Yes, please,” she tells him gratefully. 

They work together in a comfortable silence then, each tackling a section of her hair with moisturizer and a wide-toothed comb. More than once, Valerie stops moving, relishing the feel of Shinichi’s gentle hands working through her hair. Every now and again, he presses his fingertips to her scalp, softly massaging it and eliciting a pleased hum from her. 

It isn’t long before her hair has been completely worked through, divided into large two-strand twists. Without her even having to say a word, Shinichi reaches over and grabs the length of satin she uses to tie her hair up at night. He hands it to her with a smile. 

“Thank you,” she says, turning her face up for another kiss. 

“You’re welcome,” he says, obliging her and pecking her on the lips. “So now that you’re done and the danger of distraction isn’t an issue anymore, is it okay for me to get naked again?” 

“Well, I guess it’s alright now,” she giggles. “But I can’t promise I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself.” 

“I honestly don’t expect you to.”

***

“Valerie?” Nobunaga is calling her name, concern lacing his deep, heavy voice. 

“Oh, yes?” She looks up at him. “I’m sorry, you were saying something?”

“I was, but it was of little import.” He pauses, looking down at her curiously. “You seemed to go somewhere else for a bit.”

“It’s nothing,” she tells him, trying on what she hopes is a reassuring smile. “I was just… thinking about something from a long time ago.” 

He looks as though he wants to ask her what, but thinks better of it and decides not to. “A mystery, indeed,” he says instead, almost as if to himself. 

“Thank you,” she says quietly. “For walking me back.” 

“Does this mean I have your permission to join you some other night?” 

The question makes her laugh in spite of herself. “I promise to make less of a fuss if you warn me before you decide to show up,” she tells him sternly. “But you’ll have to keep your hands - and your eyes - to yourself.” 

“Hm,” is all he’ll say. 

Previous Chapter (Six): No Easy Conquest | Next Chapter (Eight): A Familiar Face

[not-krys]

74. Are You Challenging Me? (Houki, Abby, Miri)

This one was a fun prompt as it let me explore more platonic relationships between my girls and the suitors (save for Miri but we'll get to her)

Regular warnings apply: incomplete raw writing, might ramble in some places. Spoilers for Lessons 11/12 from Nightbringer as well.

Some Notes: I only briefly glanced at how Go is supposed to be played so I'm fairly certain how Houki and Nobu are playing it isn't how it's supposed to be played, but just roll with it; Arthur just inserts himself between Abby and Isaac playing a card game so there's that, and Miri's entry also involves choking.

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Houki

Nobunaga laughed.

"So, are you challenging me, Fireball?"

Houki pouted, staring directly into Nobunaga's carnelian eyes.

"You stole territory from me, my lord," she said, looking at the board again, "I won't let such a travesty stand for long."

Nobunaga smirked.

"I look forward to your counter-attack. What you look like riled up."

Houki concentrated, looking for any openings she could, what strategy would be best to take him down, quickly preferably. The longer Nobunaga had to think, the more he could render her defenseless and defeat her in this battle of wits. She looked left and right, scanning what strategy would be best deployed where.

Finally, to finish the game quickly, she pulled a risky move leaving her defenseless on her right, but it gave heavy damage to her opponent. Nobunaga's eyes glimmered as she picked up his stones.

"I see you've learned well." Nobunaga picked up a singular black stone, spinning it between his fingers. "However, you still have much to learn."

He set his stone down in her defenseless place, dealing just as much damage to her as she had given him, the number of white pieces he picked up and set in his bowl like a knife stabbing her the same number of stones. She frantically searched the board, trying to find any openings she could, something she could use to win over him.

She sighed when she couldn't find anything and handed over a white stone to Nobunaga, who chuckled.

"Giving up already?"

Houki nodded, defeated. Nobunaga then set a black stone in her hand as well.

"You fought well, regardless of the results, Fireball. Hold your head high."

"T-thank you, my lord." She looked at the board again, counting the number of empty on her side. "Thirteen."

"Twenty-six."

Houki flinched at the number. Even with her handicap, Nobunaga still won by a large margin. She sighed.

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Abby

"Oh, is that a challenge I hear?" Arthur said, leaning his elbow on the table, his hand cradling his chin. He was far too much in Abby's personal space for her comfort, make the girl lean back and bite her lip.

"C'mon, love." Arthur leaned in further, "a simple card game? Surely you can give me the thorough thrashing I deserve."

"B-but, I just wanted to play with-"

"Leave her alone, you brute." Isaac grumbled, pulling him away by his coattails. "Abby and I were going to play a game just between the two of us. You don't need to be butting your nose in where it doesn't belong."

"Aw, c'mon, Newt! Haven't you heard the phrase, the more, the merrier?"

"Would you just bugger off and just let us play cards in peace?"

"Just between the two of you? That's no fun. Surely three playing would make it more exciting."

With the permission of neither player, Arthur pulled up a third seat between them and began shuffling the cards.

"We didn't want you to play because you win each time!"

Abby just sat quietly, her hands clutching her woolen skirt.

"So kids, what are we playing? Blackjack? Rummy? Some good ol' poker?"

"…Bl-Blackjack." Abby stuttered, keeping her head down.

Arthur smiled.

"Ah, the perfect game to play with three people!"

"We never said you could play too!" Isaac scolded.

"But you need someone to be your dealer, don't you?"

"You can play Blackjack just fine with two people!"

"But it's much more interesting with three people, Newt!"

"Stop saying that." Isaac grumbled.

"That said," Arthur smirked, "what should we wager?"

"W-wager?" Abby blinked in surprised.

"We're not betting anything!"

"Sure we are." Arthur smirked, "who's ever heard of a game of Blackjack without stakes?"

He then looked at Abby, watching as her cheeks warmed.

"What are you willing to put on the line, dearest Abigail?"

"I-I…."

"Stop intimidating her, you twat!"

"I-I… I can make something for whoever wins? Like some chocolate fudge… o-or a sandwich?"

Both Arthur and Isaac froze.

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Miri

"Miriam." Lucifer said, his voice low and sharp as steel.

She stepped back, knowing she had nowhere else to run. Solomon was on the ground, held down by Lucifer's spell. She felt hands brushing her shoulders, her only warning as long, cold fingers grasped her neck, choking her. Her feet then left the ground, putting her eye to eye to Lucifer blood red eyes.

"Lucifer, stop!" Mammon called out, only held back his younger brothers, their eyes full of fear as they clung to him in his Little D form.

"I want answers, Miriam." said Lucifer. "Who are you, really? Why are you here? Why do you have my Ring of Light?!"

Miri winced, trying desperately to uncurl his fingers, struggling for air.

"You know you'll kill her before get any answers if you keep that up, right?" Thirteen drawled with a sigh.

"Let her go, Lucifer! Please!" Levi called out, shaking just as much as Asmo, both trying their best to hold Mammon back.

"Silence!" Lucifer yelled, "are you challenging me too?"

Levi shook his head frantically. Lucifer turned back to Miri, still struggling to free herself.

"Answer me, Miriam." His hand clenched tighter, making her cough.

[bearsace]

does anyone have any good nobunaga fic recs, well-written and preferably longer? i’m highkey loving on him rn

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A Visual Demonstration

Kinktober Day 4: Food Play|Biting/Marking

Pairing: Mitsuhide x Female Reader.

It's everyone's favorite kitsunes birthday today! To celebrate I swapped his place with someone else so that I could release his fic on his birthday (he's the only one though Comte is a close second). Mitsuhide has had enough of a Daimyos lack of sense when it comes to his attention towards you so he decides to 'show' him what he won't listen to. This fic is NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 1496.

The sun was setting it's colors blanketing the city in peace and and beauty but Mitsuhide was in a foul mood as he walked back to his manor after having left a most unpleasant council meeting

‘Daimyo Enomoto will be arriving tomorrow morning.’

‘On what excuse this time Hideyoshi?’

‘Well my Lord, something about the taxes in his region but…’

‘But we all know he's coming to see the lass again.’

Mitsuhide sighed, this daimyo was proving to be a bigger problem than he originally expected. He had happened to be introduced to you on one of his previous visits becoming quite smitten and he had been finding excuses to visit Azuchi more frequently ever since. The visit before this he had even lightly broached the subject about taking you as his wife with Nobunaga. When he was informed you were already promised to Mitsuhide he scoffed deeming Mitsuhide unworthy of the honor of having an Oda Princess for a bride, especially one so dear to Nobunaga himself.

Under normal circumstances this type of issue would have been stopped by now but the region Daimyo Enomoto ruled over was quite strategic and he was also an exceptional Lord beloved by his people so they were all trying not to make an enemy of him, plus the man seemed immune to sense in the matter. Mitsuhide wasn't worried though, he knew you loved only him but the Daimyos attention towards you had begun to overstep and his persistence was annoying.

“Welcome home my Lord, how was council?”

Mitsuhide said nothing to Kyubei as he continued walking.

“It went that well did it?”

There was a hint of humor in Kyubei’s voice, making Mitsuhide turn his head towards him.

“Daimyo Enomoto will be visiting Azu-”

Kyubei let out a groan.

“Again my Lord?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I would have thought Lord Nobunaga informing him of your arrangement would have stopped him.”

“The man seems incapable of listening when it com-”

Mitsuhide came to a sudden halt and Kyubei stopped at his side.

“My lord?”

Mitsuhide's eyes gleamed with mischief and a matching smile spread across his face.

“His ears may not work but his eyes do.”

Mitsuhide began his walk to your shared room again while Kyubei stayed where he was, he had served Mitsuhide long enough after all to know when he was plotting something.

Mitsuhide slipped silently into the room and quickly spotted you combing your hair. He knelt behind you wrapping his arms around your waist while whispering in your ear.

“I am home little one.”

“I see that, welcome back Mitsuhide.”

He leaned in towards you as you turned your head to face him and your lips met in a kiss then another and another.

“Mmm Mitsuhide.”

He felt you grow pliant under his kisses and he began to stroke one of his hands along your thigh. He deepened your kisses letting his tongue taste every inch of your mouth as his deft fingers untied you obi cord. He slid your kimono off your shoulders then slowly pushed you down against the mats without breaking your kiss. His hands began to roam along your body and his lips trailed down your neck.

As his lips reached your collarbone he began to suck hard on your velvety skin as his fingers teased your hardening nipples. Your body arched into him everywhere he touched and he reacted to your moans and gasps touching and nipping along your skin where he knew you were sensitive yet avoiding where you wanted to feel him most.

“Mi…tsuhide, stop ngh teasing me.”

He smiled against your skin as you squirmed and arched under him.

“I will happily give you what you crave but…”

“But?”

“In exchange-”

He ran his tongue along your nipple causing you to suck in a breath.

“I can do whatever I want to you.”

Mitsuhide was grinning like the sly kitsune he was as you nodded furiously at him.

“Whatever you want, I'm yours Mitsuhide.”

He leaned down to kiss you and you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer. As the two of you kissed one of his hands moved down over your breast and stomach to your thigh and you opened your legs for him.

“You certainly are an eager little mouse.”

He rubbed his fingers over your clit and down your folds where they instantly became slick.

“My my, perhaps I've teased you too much?”

He was smirking at you as he easily slipped two of his fingers into you.

“Ahhh!”

As he worked his fingers in and out of you his teeth nipped at your collarbone hard followed by his tongue lapping at the marks he was leaving behind. He slipped a third finger inside you pushing and your hips began to move so that you were fucking yourself on them. His lips moved upwards biting and sucking all the way up your neck to just below your ear making sure he would leave marks that could not be hidden. He curled his fingers and your head fell back as you began to come undone.

“Mitsuhide!”

He felt your walls tighten around him and he rubbed over your clit with his thumb making you buck even more as you continued to ride out your high.

Slowly you came down from your peak and his lips returned to yours kissing you gently. He withdrew his fingers from your core and brushed your sweat-dampened bangs from your face as your breathing began to even out again. He moved himself on top of you and kissed you again, he could see how spent you already were however he had no intention of stopping now and he began kissing down your body towards your clit and you began to squirm under him.

“What are you doing?”

“Surely you can tell?”

“Well yes but, I'm still so sensitive.”

“That is fine.”

“But-”

“Have you forgotten what you said already little one, I can do whatever I want.”

He saw your eyes widen as you but your lip. He continued his path downwards and when his tongue licked over your sensitive nub you jerked while crying out.

“Mitsuhide!”

He stopped looking up at you from between your legs.

“My intentions are to tease you over and over again tonight so I suggest you pace yourself.”

He returned to running his tongue along you nub and he felt your fingers grip his hair.

“If you… ahhh… keep doing this I won't be…nngh…fit to be seen tomorrow, assuming…assuming I can even move…Mitsuhide!”

“Then you will be in exactly the state I want you in.”

He sucked on your clit raking his teeth gently along it and you moaned. Your hips were bucking against his tongue and he knew you were approaching what would be your second of many peaks tonight.

The next day some Hideyoshi and Masamune were waiting at the gates to greet Daimyo Enomoto.

“Wasn't Mitsuhide supposed to be here?”

“Yes.”

Hideyoshi was clearly annoyed at his absence.

“Well can't say I blame him for not showing up. Really we're lucky he hasn't tried anything with the way he's been going after the last.”

“If I know Mitsuhide he's just waiting for the perfect opportunity.”

The two didn't have to wait long for the Daimyo to arrive. They were in the middle of their greetings when Masamune spotted Mitsuhide, with his arm around you, approaching and he grinned.

“You're late.”

“My deepest apologies.”

Hideyoshi and Daimyo Enomoto’s attention was drawn towards the two of you and both their faces twisted into expressions of shock at the same time when they saw you. It looked like you could barely stand and you had bite marks and red blooms on the skin of your neck that your kimono didn't cover.

“I'm afraid we had a… busy night and overslept this morning.”

Hideyoshi and the Daimyo were still so stunned they couldn't speak but Masamune didn't have that problem.

“You look different today lass, have to say though that shade of red suits you.”

Masamune broke into a huge grin at the way you blushed and Mitsuhide couldn't help but smile.

“Doesn't she? Oh but-”

Mitsuhide trailed his fingers along a bare patch of your neck making you shiver.

“I seem to have missed a spot.”

His lips were on your neck and he was sucking at your skin before anyone quite realized what was happening.

“Alright that's enough! Keep it indoors you two, especially when we have guests!”

Mitsuhide released his lips from you and looked up to see a frowning Hideyoshi and a crushed Daimyo Enomoto.

“My apologies.”

“Just don't do it again. Daimyo Enomoto if you'll come with me to the audience chamber.”

“Oh, yes... of course.”

Hideyoshi held out his hand towards Azuchi castle and Daimyo Enomoto took off towards it with Hideyoshi following him, but not before he shook his head and glared at Mitsuhide and Masamune the former only shrugging and the later trying to desperately contain his laughter.

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Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Ship: Masamune x female reader x Nobunaga                                                            Prompt: Late Night Trysts Word count: 4602 Beta-reader: @ruki-mukami-dl's admin Summary: When both the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven and the One-Eyed Dragon come after you, there is only one reasonable solution. CW: NSFW, shameless smut, threesome, kinda kinky A/N: I had written the start of this fic back in 2021 and recently found it in my files. So, I decided to translate and finish it finally.

Cicadas. You can’t stop hearing their chirring even though the sliding doors to the terrace are closed. The garden must be full of them as their sound floods your room.

As you push the door open, the final rays of the setting sun caress your face. Watching the fireball sinking behind the castle walls, you cannot deny the humid heat that still lingers in the air. The summer night is not freed from it, not even in its darkest moments, and it slithers under the layers of your kimono.

Leaving the door to the garden open, you hope to cool down at least a bit before bedtime and sit down at your desk. You allow your mind to wander. You shouldn’t but sometimes it’s simply easier to let go than trying to fight back.

500 years. Who would have ever believed it? And just a couple of months ago, you were determined to go back home. Perhaps that should still be your goal…

But… You sigh.

It’s complicated.

It didn’t take long for Oda Nobunaga to invite you into his private quarters, the Tenshu, after you had arrived. He had named you as his lucky charm, and, of course, he wanted to take advantage of you.

That first night. It has burned into your mind. A hand pressed against the wall, as Nobunaga’s face leaned closer with a smug smirk lingering on his lips. He rose a sake cup on your lips.

“You shall be my cup tonight.” Those words sent shivers down your spine. They still do.

The first game of Go. You will never forget. Nobunaga conquered your hand finger by finger, capturing your soul there and then. Obviously, you didn’t admit it back then, but there is a limit how much you can lie to yourself.

A sigh leaves your lips again.

Life could be simple. You could have surrendered to Nobunaga… but there was something else. On your first night in the castle – before that fated game of Go – Date Masamune had marched into your room, threatening you with his katana. Oh, you had boiled inside! How had he dared?

And that unconsented kiss later! Nobunaga might have challenged you to questionable gambling, but for Masamune, the whole life was a game, and you were the princess on the board he wanted to spirit away for himself.

So, wanted it or not, you had been pulled into the battle royale of the hearts with no clue which warlord would make the final conquest. All you knew was that even if the wormhole were to appear, you had no interest in it. Not in the least.

“Did you leave your door open for me, Kitten?” The soft voice makes you flinch.

You turn only to see Masamune leaning against the terrace door frame, his gaze wandering around your dim personal space. You have already spread your futon, and he peeks toward it before meeting your eyes.

So much for cooling down before sleeping, Masamune has that effect. Just one wild look and your stomach is filled with butterflies and your feet turn into jelly. The most sensible thing would be resisting his pull… but… can you? Can you really?

If you were reasonable, you would keep both men at arm’s length, learned how to win your game of Go, and return to your own time. No romantic trysts.

No romantic trysts.

No romantic…

Masamune slides his zori sandals off on the terrace and strolls in. He doesn’t ask for permission, of course, he doesn’t. And if you would tell him no, he would read your body instead of listening to your words. Unfortunately, you can already feel how much your body is yelling yes.

The summer breeze follows Masamune, making his hair dance around his head as wild as the man himself. The One-Eyed Dragon. It’s almost like he is preying on you tonight as his only eye captures you.

You should think of cicadas but now you barely hear them anymore, for your heart bounces and your pulse throbs in your ears. “You… you know… in my time, it’s not appropriate to walk into a woman’s room in the middle of the night without permission.” You can hear how strained your voice is.

Masamune chuckles. “Your eyes gave the permission as soon as you looked at me.” He inches closer, peering down at you.

Getting up, you step back. It’s useless as Masamune proceeds. Yet you keep retreating away until you meet the wall. Focusing on steadying your breath, you glare at the man, the dragon before you. He leans in, placing his palm next to your head. The wind rides in again, pushing his scent all over you and making your knees weak.

The citric fragrance of yuzu is pleasant, and you can’t shake the thought that you missed your evening bath. Yet Masamune doesn’t seem to mind as he scoots even closer, almost nuzzling your nose with his. “Will you finally purr for me tonight, Kitten?”

You gasp, your mind filling with pictures of every smooch that has burned your lips. With each, Masamune has made it clear that there could be more. But so far, he has accepted your refusal. Except that one time when you stank of gunpowder. The bite mark stained your skin for a while after that.

“Masamune, I…” You are forced to swallow the rest of your sentence as his mouth smacks on yours. Tenderness is far away from scraping and tugging teeth that almost make you swoon. Yet you can’t stop yourself from meeting the demanding tongue, fighting it as if you two were on the battlefield, trying to conquer each other’s realms.

This is exactly what Sasuke warned you about.

But you don’t care. Instead, you grab the collar of Masamune’s kimono, pulling him deeper into the kiss and –

A knock. Someone calls your name. You recognize the soft and innocent voice. One of the maids.

You pant as Masamune releases your lips but doesn’t move off you. Instead, he leans on you, and his heated breath tickles your ear. “Don’t let her in. The situation would only confuse the young lady.”

You swallow. Without meeting Masamune’s gaze, you stare at the door instead. “I apologize but it’s late and I’m tired.”

“But…” The maid inhales loudly behind the door. “Oda-sama is calling for you. He wants you in the Tenshu.”

One glance reveals the grin that spreads on Masamune’s face as he shakes his head at you. Heat slithers deep within you. “Tell him I’m not coming tonight.”

The maid sighs but doesn’t argue. After a while, her footsteps move away until their sound no longer carries into your ears.

“Now, where were we…” Masamune takes your chin, turning your head once again toward his.

You wheeze as your heart bounces like the world is ending. Darkness lays its blanket in the garden behind you, dimming the room even more.

This is a bad idea.

Such a bad idea.

The worst!

Masamune has told you how he kisses anyone who looks cute enough. This isn’t serious for him, but it can be crucial to you.

“If you're not careful, I won't settle for simply capturing your lips tonight.” A hot breath on your face with a hint of spices.

“Then… perhaps…” You tug the collar of his kimono. “…you shouldn’t settle…”

There. Now, it has been said.

Masamune doesn’t hesitate. He shoves you against the wall and rams his lips on yours before thrusting his tongue in between them and making your mouth a battlefield once more. His ferocity makes your knees buckle again but there is no chance to fall as you are squeezed between the dragon and the wall.

A thump. The door of your room slides open. A sigh swipes over your mouth as Masamune pulls back. Heaving, you take support from behind and try to steady yourself as your turn to look to the side.

The carnelian eyes squint beneath the raven bangs. Heat creeps up your neck and over your face, as Nobunaga strolls into the room, gliding the door back shut. “I see my lucky charm has caught your attention, Masamune-san.”

You’re about to choke on your heart, for it is pounding painfully fast. Danger lingers behind the carnelian color as Nobunaga accepts the challenge. You know he is not the one to lose, and you don’t want Masamune to pay the price.

Can Dragon flout Demon without losing its last eye? It is like you are suddenly standing in the middle of the battlefield.

Masamune straightens up. “I was wondering how far I could get before you rush in.”

Unbelievable! As if the whole life was about gambling!

You open your mouth but right then and there Nobunaga roams closer. Tonight, like every night when you play, he wears his kimono in an inappropriate manner, much more casually than during the daytime.

A smirk arises on the lips of Demon. “I’m afraid you’re going to be bored tonight.” Nobunaga lets out a chuckle. “It’s time for her to have a game of Go with me.”

Surprisingly, you can’t distinguish jealousy from Nobunaga’s voice. The fact burns a hole into your chest. It’s not like you wanted to toy with several men, but perhaps you hoped to be worth a bit stronger reaction. Of course, you don’t wish them to throw themselves into a sword fight over you, but…

…but…

…but could Nobunaga care even a little?

Masamune draws his index finger along his chin line. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Nobunaga-sama, but Kitten has already made arrangements with me.” There is a smirk lingering on his lips as well. “For a very different kind of game.”

Nobunaga closes the distance between you all. You press your back against the wall, feeling how electricity sizzles in the air, crackling between the men. Swallowing, you admit your foolishness. You shouldn’t have listened to Masamune, for, obviously, Nobunaga wouldn’t wait till another evening.

Glancing at Masamune, you notice his eye is glued to Nobunaga, challenging the man he serves. Does he have death wishes? Why?

Without paying more attention to his vassal, Nobunaga turns his gaze to you. He measures you from head to toe with his usual smugness wafting in his face. You are familiar with that expression of winning the game. “You know that if you refuse to play, you lose that round.”

You shake your head. “We haven’t discussed such a rule.”

“A rule doesn't cease to exist just because you haven't looked into it.” Nobunaga takes your hand, glancing at Masamune, and raises it on his lips.

Masamune doesn’t move, doesn’t even say a thing, digging yet another hole into your chest. Are you nothing but a plaything to both these men?

As you question your life choices, Nobunaga presses a kiss onto your fingertips, making you gasp. “I have already conquered this territory.” He sucks your index finger into his mouth, his tongue playing with it in a slow teasing way while his gaze never leaves your face.

With a wet slurp, Nobunaga releases your finger only to reach for your earlobe with his other hand. “Your ear belongs to me as well.”

You can’t but nod, and he kisses your wrist. Your heart starts to bounce even more rapidly as you realize what is to come. Not now! Not in front of Masamune.

But without asking permission, the fingers leave your ear as Nobunaga crouches before you, lowering his hand and brushing the bare toes of your right foot. He traces his way to your ankle. “I won over this leg completely last time.”

Nobunaga’s fingers slide higher under your kimono which you know wish to have more layers. The fabric slips aside far too easily, revealing everything to Masamune’s gaze too.

“I wonder which part of you I should conquer next.” Nobunaga chuckles again.

“I can see you have been playing an interesting game.” Masamune scoots closer. “However, I would like to point out that I have also made a conquest and will defend my territory.”

You don’t have time to react before Masamune’s lips are on yours once more. Fiercer than ever, turning you into mush.

“Hmmm, I don’t know.” Nobunaga scoffs, leaving the back of your knee as he rises. His hand lands against the wall beside your head at the same moment, Masamune snakes his tongue into your mouth, entangling it with yours.

As he leans in, Nobunaga’s stare burns into you. “There are things I’m willing to share with my men, and things that belong only to me.”

Snorting, Masamune retreats. You gasp for breath, not knowing if you should try to sink through the wall and make a run for it between the men who talk about you as if you were a field of rice, a possession whose ownership is up for negotiation.

The thing is… you are not. And it is not their decision. You don’t care if one of them is the Demon King of Sixth Heaven and the other The One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu. You’re not theirs to rule.

Placing one hand on Masamune’s chest and the other on Nobunaga’s, you shove them both. The surprise attack works, and both falter slightly. With shaking legs, you rush into middle of the room and glare at them. “Where I come from, men don’t decide such conquests.” You try to make your voice as confident as possible. “The woman decides who can have her and when.”

“Fascinating, our princess is full of marvels.” Nobunaga shoots a glance at Masamune before locking his gaze with yours. “But I want to remind you of the rules you agreed to before our first game.”

“I don’t see the joy in taking something by force. I will conquer you piece by piece until you voluntarily surrender to me completely.”

Your cheeks flare as Nobunaga’s statement returns to your mind. A realization hits you. Your head bends into a nod before you have time to stop yourself. The gesture makes your heart sink. If you don’t gamble, you are to lose someone tonight.

And you can’t have that.

So… you can only play.

“You have won your conquest, Nobunaga.” You nod again. “But I have my conditions. I’m not a realm for you two to fight over or divide as you wish. I’m the sun that shines where she wants to.”

Masamune jerks his brow up. “Sounds like tonight our princess wishes to a goddess.” He caresses your chin. “What is your suggestion, Kitten?”

You touch Masamune’s hand briefly. “The one who works better for the conquest will have the final conquer.”

You meet Nobunaga’s eyes. His gaze challenges you in this very instant, and you notice Masamune’s single eye flashing. You have never said anything as daring as this.

Nobunaga lifts his hand, playing with a lock of your hair. “And how is the winner defined?”

“That is for the sun… the goddess to tell later.” You have to force yourself not to quiver, for this is no time for wavering.

The silence spreads in the dim room. The truth is these two are not ones to share… but will they?

“So, you wish us to play a different game?” Nobunaga’s eyes don’t leave you as he talks.

You nod. “That is right. You are warlords. So… prove that you are qualified to reign this realm of me.” You glance at each. “But this battle can’t be won with a sword.”

“What are you saying, Kitten?” Masamune chuckles. “I think it is a sword you want indeed. Or should I say swords?” As the words leave his lips, he lifts his arm and tugs your obi open. With an obvious experience, he gets rid of the said piece of clothing. It drops on the tatami with a light thud. You probably wouldn’t normally even pay attention to such a quiet sound, but at the moment, all your senses are spreading out and probing for the tiniest shift in the mood and atmosphere.

While Masamune removes the obi, Nobunaga shoves the kimono off your shoulders. Heat courses through you, filling even the smallest, deepest parts of your body when you realize these men will see everything. They will relish the sight of you. Or will they? What if they don’t like what they’ll see? Surely, they both have had tons of experience and many women have given them pleasures.

The distracting thoughts run wild in your mind, but you force your expression to stay calm. Be the sun, be the goddess they called you. Be unbothered by anything that was before you. Be the Goddess of One-Eyed Dragon and Demon King of Sixth Heaven.

“Worship the realm, and it might be yours.” The words escape you before you can prevent them. With a flaring face, you gaze at the men who are already rulers.

“The challenge must be accepted.” A smug smirk raises on Nobunaga’s lips. “What do you think, Masamune-san? Will you fight this battle with me?” He slides the kimono down your arms while speaking.

Masamune grabs the same garment and pushes it open, revealing your breasts whose peaks are already throbbing. “I agree, my lord. But I must say, Nobunaga-sama, I won’t lose my battles.” He closes his mouth around one of your perky buds and you can’t swallow your gasp. Without further thought, you lace your finger with his thick hair.

“Neither do I.” Nobunaga gives the kimono a final tug, making it pile on the floor while he covers your nape with kisses.

You shiver. Twenty fingers trace your skin: ten from behind, ten on your sides. Masamune’s tongue tortures your nipple, hardening it. Wails push past your lips, and a swamp develops deep within you.

Nobunaga’s smooches turn into nibbles, his teeth grazing your skin, and you’re sure there will be marks of his ownership in the morning. Tilting your head, you let out a whine, but it is only replied by two dark chuckles.

Hands grab your waist from behind and haul you against hips. A bulge presses between your buttocks, telling you Nobunaga can offer something huge. By that thought, the realization hits; you asked for them both and they are eager to deliver… which means you will have them. And if you know them at all, they aren’t the ones to wait and take turns. But can you handle that much? For goodness’ sake, you have never had two men simultaneously.

The thought makes you clench and the moistness spreads between your thighs. Masamune sucks your nipple into his mouth and gives it a playful tug with his teeth while Nobunaga grinds against your butt.

Your wailing makes Dragon roar. He grabs your breast and releases the other only to shower your belly with smooches. Crouching, he kisses his way to the south. Further and further down. As he reaches your lower abdomen, you feel another hand on your waist slip down and reach for the apex of your thighs.

“Sneaky.” Masamune’s voice vibrates against your soft curly hair at the same time as Nobunaga’s fingers meander their way in between your swollen folds.

“Hmm, it seems our Goddess enjoys having men to do her bidding like this.” Nobunaga’s words caress your nape. “So wet already.” His teeth scratch the skin, and his digit dives in, retreating again and bringing out more juices of your burning lust. Dipping the finger in once more, it almost seems like he tries to make you spill over.

But Masamune isn’t going to lose here. His lips meet your folds, gliding over your pulsating pearl. As his tongue begins to dance around it, you arch your back and quiver against Nobunaga’s chest, and tug Masamune’s hair, making him groan against your loins. The waves of pleasure take you over, and your moans echo from the walls when Masamune keeps teasing and sucking your wailing nub, and Nobunaga tortures your soaked entrance.

“Shh, do not wake the whole castle up.” Nobunaga raises one hand, tracing your neck until he reaches your chin. As you moan again, he pushes two fingers into your mouth, forcing you to almost gag. You whine but your voice is muffled, while digits fuck both of your moist caverns and Masamune’s tongue tortures you with an endless dance of teasing. You hang on the edge of coming apart, ready to be sent to heaven… or hell, though you have no idea which one this is.

But just when you are about to explode into all colors of the rainbow, Nobunaga slides his digits out of your soaked depths. Your protest is muted by the fingers which still keep your tongue busy.

While Masamune sucks your nub of pleasures, Nobunaga traces your folds, spreading your juices all over. He moves further away from your entrance and closes in on the other opening, making you tense. But he does not mind your nervousness. Instead, he smears your wetness between your buttocks, circling his dampened finger around your hole before gliding it in and probing your reaction.

You whine, and digits dip deeper into your mouth. At the same time, one sneaks into your butt. You squirm and meander, but you aren’t getting anywhere from your two torturers.

Seeing the opportunity, Masamune moves his hand and lets his fingers intrude into your wet depths while still licking and circling your clit. Synchronously, Nobunaga keeps stretching your rear, using your liquids of lust as his lubricant. This is almost too much to take. Too much to bear. You are filled and unable to even wail. Stars explode in your mind, while you sob and gag, arching and coming apart in the hands of your two warlords. While you squirm and whimper, they keep at their pace as if they are never going to stop, making you cum again and again until your legs begin to shake, giving in. You fall, but two pairs of arms catch you before you hit the tatami.

“Already exhausted, Kitten?” Masamune chuckles and pecks your cheek. You can smell your own desire on him, and the scent makes you flare all over. Noting your blush, Masamune leans in. “This was only the first act; the sequel is about to start.”

Nobunaga nibbles your earlobe. “She looks like she has already surrendered.”

“She might, but I have not.” Masamune steals a kiss from your half-open lips, before lifting and carrying you on the futon.

Nobunaga follows in Masamune’s heels, and suddenly the futon you have been perfectly happy with before feels crowded. Masamune lays you down and tugs his obi open as Nobunaga does the same. You can’t but gape when two battle-hardened bodies are revealed for your eyes. Both scarred, yet beautiful, full of well-formed muscles you wish to run your fingertips along.

And, of course, that isn’t all, for it is obvious how ready both men are. The towering proofs of their yearning for you make you swallow. You’ll be sore tomorrow. But that is a problem for the future you. Now, you can feel how the futon gets slowly soaked as you think of those two shafts piercing you.

Two gazes turn to you: one pair of carnelian lust and a single sky-blue orb of heated summer day. The air wafts with lingering cravings, unspoken yet so clear. This is the point of no return, for after this nothing can be undone.

Masamune sits on the futon and lifts you on his lap, his hardness pressing against your belly as you put your legs on both sides of his. You can hear Nobunaga’s movements behind you, and soon his fingertips travel along your spine.

“I don’t see the joy in taking something by force,” Nobunaga repeats the words he said to you on the first night.

“Me neither.” Masamune nuzzles your cheek. “You are to roar ‘moon’ if anything is unpleasant to you, Kitten.”

“Moon?” you gasp the word.

“Is that clear?” Nobunaga’s voice radiates against your ear.

You nod, not trusting that you can muster out a single word anymore.

“You have to say it, Kitten.”

Swallowing, you force your lips to move. “Yes.”

As if that was the cue the men had been waiting for, they move almost in unison. Masamune snatches your butt, lifting you while Nobunaga’s fingers sneak again between your folds. He smears your wetness, pushing it into your rear. And once he’s done, you feel how Masamune’s hardness wedges on your entrance, sinking in inch by inch as the wails escape you once more. He fills you so completely, capturing your senses.

But more is to come. Another thick shaft rubs your butt, testing the waters and teasing the valley between your buttocks. You tense in Masamune’s grasp, and he stays still, waiting if you cry for the moon. But you don’t. The tip of Nobunaga’s cock inches in, stretching you slowly and more carefully than you would have expected from the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven. Then again, it is heaven, not hell. He holds you by your waist, while Masamune squeezes your buttocks.

Finally, Nobunaga stops, heaving onto your nape. “As deliciously tight as I assumed. Tell me, am I the first to conquer this part of the realm?”

You moan in response. The men aren’t even moving, and you already feel so taken that you aren’t sure if you will survive the rest.

“I take that as a yes.”

You can imagine the self-righteous grin that probably dashes onto Nobunaga’s face at the moment the words leave his mouth.

“Nevertheless, Kitten purred for me first.” Masamune’s voice is strained. “You will purr more, won’t you, Kitten?” And by that, he lifts your hips only to shove you back down. You clench around his length, whining and quivering as Nobunaga thrusts in and out at the same pace.

The room is filled with wet slips and muffled moans as the two men hammer you into a bliss you have never experienced before. You tremble and wail in between them, hanging on Masamune’s shoulders while your nails dig into his skin as they fill you up, reaching in so deep it is almost painful, yet pleasure takes over your senses, and you can’t do anything but surrender to the sensations that course through your veins and numb the reason out your mind. Right now, you live only for this rapture and relish in it like the sun wouldn’t rise tomorrow again. There is nothing else than these arms around you and shafts that take you, making you a possession of these two rulers of their own right. You might be their Goddess, but they surely reign you right now.

With each push, with every shove, you sink further into a whirlpool of gratification. You moan, almost crying, as you explode into colorful stars again. You are nothing but throbbing pleasure, squeezing the men that have pierced you. Panting and sobbing you surrender willingly. “I’m yours…”

Your words cause another explosion, then a third, and you are filled with a hot, thick load that flows into you, marking even the most private territories of you.

The conquest is over. You have given your everything and received everything. In a sweaty, heaving tangle, you all fall on the futon, forming a knot of limbs as you lay entwined.

“Well…?” Nobunaga puffs into your hair. “…who deserves… the realm, Goddess?”

“Yeah, Kitten… tell us…” Drained mumbles push out of Masamune’s mouth and onto your lips.

And you give the answer of the Goddess for Dragon and Demon. The answer only you three know.

The edit is made of official Ikemen Sengoku game art. The characters are from CGs I got from the mobile version and the background is from the Switch version of the game.

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How The Dragon of Oshu Breeds His Wife [smut] Tags: Breeding; Impregnation; Ovulation; Crying; Gentle Sex; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Married Characters; Mentions of Pregnancy; Dirty Talk; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie

Wild like the color blue [smut] Tags: Modern AU, Public sex, Pool sex, Cunnilingus

••• ━━━━━Takeda Shingen

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Captor and Captured [smut] Tags: Kidnapping; Vaginal Sex; Cunnilingus; Femdom; Power Play; Nipple Play; Woman on Top; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting ;Light Dom/sub

••• ━━━━━Toyotomi Hideyoshi

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Affections at dawn [smut] Tags: Vanilla; Vaginal Sex; Riding; Creampie; Aftercare; Gentle Sex

••• ━━━━━Akechi Mitsuhide

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Blizzard incoming [smut] Tags:  Modern AU; Not wearing underwear; Slight exhibitionism kink; Vaginal sex

••• ━━━━━Sanada Yukimura

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••• ━━━━━Kanetsugu Naoe

Tea break [fluff & smut] Tags: This is 90% tooth-rotting fluff and 10% smut; Massage; Body Worship; Blow Jobs; Cock Worship; Established Relationship

••• ━━━━━Mai (MC)

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[writingwhimsey]

These are just the guys that are really standing out in my mind for this fic to start. I'm planning on a few of the suitors both Oda forces and the "enemy" forces.

[selenacosmic]

So I have seen a million stalker/yandere x mc

But what if the mc was the crazy yandere stalker?

Ikesen please jus like how they'd react you dont have to do a fic

Oh, Yandere? Nowadays I am not too comfortable with the theme but I can try it, though it will be very light.

Warlords react to Yandere MC (very light. MC acts more like a fan).

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

He would noticed that… you seemed a bit too obsessed with him, it reminded him of Hideyoshi. He will react like he normally does to Hideyoshi, a bit annoyed but allows you to follow him around.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

Hideyoshi is used to have fans (more life friends, most of which are ladies) but he never had someone obsessed over him like this. He would feel flustered and wonder why you were so interested in him.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Great, another one. Ieyasu had to deal with Sasuke and Mitsunari liking him a lot, being obsessed over him. Now he has a new admirer. Ieyasu will be annoyed, but he also won’t push you away.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

Hoh? He will be interested, mostly because at first he will think that you are a spy. Even if it’s revealed that you just like him a lot, Mitsuhide will like teasing you. “What’s this? A little mouse following after a fox? How amusing.”

Masamune Date.

Well, he does like the attention. Though Masamune will purposely tease you by disappearing out of sight only to appear behind you to give you a little scare.

Mitsunari Ishida.

He… probably won’t notice you, Mitsunari can be very smart, but also dense towards certain things. Others will naturally notice your obsession over him, except for Mitsunari himself.

Keiji.

He won’t like it that much, if you want to talk, be more upfront with him. No need to hide while following him around. He will notice you every time.

Ranmaru Mori.

Ranmaru is a ninja, so it’s no wonder he found out about you. Though he will find it cute and not mention that he found out about your likeness towards him. Maybe in the future he will.

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Voyager - Six

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku) x Original Female Character Characters: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku), Eri Davidson (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting (so much flirting), Teasing, Oda Nobunaga is a huge flirt and a huge tease, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Slight Timeskip Near the End

Previous Chapter (Five): The Chatelaine of Azuchi | Next Chapter (Seven): A Special Event

Chapter Masterlist

Summary:

The shoji slides open, revealing Haru. “Oda-Sama sent me to summon you,” the young maid tells her, bowing slightly.

“Go?” Eri raises her eyebrows.

Haru nods. “”Have you beaten him yet?” She asks, curious.

“I haven’t even come close to beating him,” Eri laughs. “That’s probably why he insists on playing me. It’s an easy conquest.”

Haru looks at her strangely. “I don’t think Oda-Sama is interested in easy conquests,” she says thoughtfully. “Perhaps he just enjoys your company.”

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Chapter Six: No Easy Conquest

Eri has just finished the last two-strand twist in her hair when there is a knock on her door. She opens her mouth to tell the person knocking that they’re free to enter, then remembers that she isn’t quite decently dressed. “Just a moment,” she calls, as she quickly throws on her sleeping robe. “Come in.”

The shoji slides open, revealing Haru. “Oda-Sama sent me to summon you,” the young maid tells her, bowing slightly.

“Go?” Eri raises her eyebrows. 

Haru nods. “Have you beaten him yet?” She asks, curious. 

“I haven’t even come close to beating him,” Eri laughs. “That’s probably why he insists on playing with me. It’s an easy conquest.”

Haru looks at her strangely. “I don’t think Oda-Sama is interested in easy conquests,” she says thoughtfully. “Perhaps he just enjoys your company.”

Eri snorts. “I doubt that even more than the easy conquest bit.”

***

“I think I shall teach you to ride.”

His words catch her off-guard; she is concentrating on her next move, trying to decide where best to place the smooth white stone in her hand, when he speaks. The words register in her head, and her modern brain takes them to mean something very different. She looks up at him in shock. 

“What,” he teases. “Are you going to tell me that horses frighten you, too?”

The meaning of his words sinks in then, and she shakes her head, trying to hide the embarrassment on her face. “I’m not.”

“Very well, then. We start tomorrow.” He places a smooth, black stone on the board. “It will be a welcome distraction for me.”

“Is there something you need to be distracted from?”

He looks up at her, his expression hard. “My information sources tell me that more of my enemies have begun to mobilize against me,” he starts. “I find no rest in my desire to unify this country.”

What must it be like, to have to always think about war? Eri can’t fathom it. She knows that she is a product of her environment, just as he is a product of his. Sitting here in the tenshu with him night after night, playing this game and engaging in casual conversation, has sometimes made it easy for her to forget what sort of world she has been unwillingly thrust into. 

“Oda-Sama…” She trails off, trying to gather her thoughts. “Why do you want to unify Japan so badly?”

The question seems to surprise him. “You are, perhaps, the first person who has ever asked me that question.” 

Eri smiles. “Then maybe you need better friends.”

“I have no friends,” he laughs. “My vassals are loyal to me because they feel it their duty to be, and because they support my goal.” 

“Well… I find that sad.” She places a white stone on the board, knowing that this is another game she will lose. “I can never win…” Her words die in her throat when she looks up at him. 

He’s staring at her, his lips pressed into a thin line. 

“Sad,” he repeats, narrowing his eyes. “You find it sad. Do you mock me?”

Confused, she shakes her head. “No, I’m not mocking you. But everyone needs friends.”

“Do you have friends?”

His question makes her laugh. “Of course I do,” she starts. The laughter fades, though, when she thinks of how she has, over the course of the last four years, distanced herself from those friends. “Although… if asked, they would probably tell you that I’m not a very good friend.”

“Why?”

“Friends are people you should spend time with if you can,” she shrugs. “People that you should show you care about. I… haven’t been very good at that lately.”

“I see.” Thoughtfully, he studies the board. “You’re going to lose this game.”

“And that’s different from all the other games, how?”

He chuckles. “You want to know why I desire to unify Japan,” he starts, placing his last stone on the board and looking up at her. “Quite simply put, I want to see a Japan where all people have access to the resources that they need. Where there are no wars over land, no unfair taxes, no one group of people being oppressed by another.”

“That’s… admirable.”

“You think it impossible.”

“To the contrary,” Eri says, thinking of the modern-day Japan she’s used to. “I think it’s highly possible. And I think if anyone can do it, it’d be you.”

He raises an eyebrow at her. “You don’t need to flatter me.”

“I’m not.”

He studies her a moment, searching her face with those intense eyes. “You’re not,” he finally says. 

“I told you I wasn’t.”

He reaches up toward her face then. Eri flinches, and his hand stops in mid-air. They stare at each other for a moment. He drops his hand. 

“You…” She starts incredulously. “You were going to touch my hair.”

He nods, his expression unreadable. “I was.”

It should annoy her, she thinks. It should make her angry, the way she was angry when once, while visiting Eastern Europe, she was waiting in line at a public bathroom and a woman walked up behind her and put her hands in Eri’s hair. Eri had been livid then, turning on the woman to give her a piece of her mind. The diatribe she’d been planning had died in her throat then when she saw the cheerful way the woman was smiling at her. That woman didn’t think there was anything wrong or weird about putting her hands in my hair without permission. “I guess some things really don’t change with time,” she murmurs. 

He looks at her curiously. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t like it when people touch my hair without asking,” she tells him. “But sometimes, people do it anyway.” 

“So you prefer someone to ask first, before they touch it.” He leans forward, seemingly fascinated, and Eri is once again reminded of the woman in Europe. 

“Well, it depends on who it is,” she says truthfully. “And why they want to touch it. My hair is… I know that it’s different from what you’re used to seeing. Different even from Yasuke-San’s, in a way. But touching my hair is… well,” she considers her words carefully, “for me, it’s more of an intimate thing that I don’t feel comfortable letting just anyone do. That being said, if someone’s curiosity is genuine, and I know them well enough, I might let them if they ask.” She pauses. “So… so if you really want to, and you ask nicely, I suppose you can.”

He seems to be mulling over her words in his head. “No,” he says finally. “I won’t. Not yet.”

Quizzically, she looks at him. 

“I will wait,” he goes on, flashing her a cocky smile, “until you invite me to touch it of your own accord.” 

“How can you be so sure that will happen?” She crosses her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow at him. 

He simply smiles at her again. “Perhaps tomorrow, you will best me in a game of Go.”

***

Oh no, she thinks, glancing down at the plastic blister pack in her hands. She has just taken the last burgundy-colored pill in the pack, and all that is left are white pills - placebo pills. 

“Shit,” she mutters under her breath. “Shit, shit, shit…” 

Okay, don’t panic, she tells herself sternly, taking a deep breath. You still have some time to figure this out. She rifles through her purse, breathing a sigh of relief when her hand brushes against the patterned fabric pouch she’s been looking for. This pouch, she knows, is going to be her saving grace over the course of the next few days. Quickly, she unzips the pouch to take inventory of what’s inside. 

Five pads.

Seven super tampons, three ultras, and six super-pluses. 

Six feminine wipes. 

Two clean, folded pairs of panties. 

Briefly, she curses herself, thinking of the brand new, unopened menstrual cup sitting on her bureau back home. She’d put off teaching herself how to use it before her vacation in Kyoto, reasoning that she’d rather stick with what she was familiar with instead of trying something new right before going on a trip. “Dumbass,” she mumbles, irritated. “That could have been your lifesaver here.”

She does the calculations in her head. “Six to seven days of bleeding,” she murmurs. “One light, one medium, three heavy, then back to light again.” She isn’t sure if what she has will be enough to get her through this upcoming period, but she doesn’t know what her alternatives are. “Counting the pair of panties I came here wearing, I have three altogether,” she calculates. “If I can wash them the morning after I wear them, then I should be able to rotate them out enough to wear for the duration of the cycle.”

It still doesn’t solve the problem of what she will do next month, with no birth control and no supplies, but for now, she can only worry about this month. 

She’s still contemplating her options when Haru knocks on her door. 

“Come in,” she calls, stuffing everything back in her pouch and putting it into her purse again. 

“Lady Eri,” the young woman says cheerfully with a slight bow. “I’ve come to bring you an invitation.” 

“An invitation? Is it from Oda-Sama? I’m not due to meet him for another hour, I think.” 

Haru shakes her head. “No, it’s from Yasuke Ermias-Sama.” She holds out her hands, a folded piece of parchment on her palms. 

Eri takes the parchment, unfolding it to read the message inside. 

Lady Eri,

Please accept my apology for extending this invitation with such a delay. The children have been ill, and my wife and I have been busy making sure they are fully recovered. 

If you are available, we would love for you to join us for tea tomorrow afternoon. If this is agreeable, please send word by way of your maid and I will dispatch a servant to retrieve you tomorrow and bring you to my estate. 

Respectfully,

Yasuke Ermias 

“Oh,” Eri exclaims, tickled at the invitation. “Yes, I’m very much looking forward to this,” she tells Haru. “If you don’t mind waiting, I’ll write out my response so you can take it to him right away.”

Haru waits patiently as Eri sits down to write. Writing with a brush and ink is difficult, and Eri still hasn’t quite gotten the hang of it, but at least her writing is becoming more legible after many hours of practicing. She signs her name to the bottom of the note with a flourish, blowing on it to dry the ink before she folds it and hands it back to her handmaid. 

After Haru leaves, Eri decides to dress herself for her riding lesson. The seamstresses have been kind enough to make clothing cut and sewn to her measurements, true to what the Lord of the castle said. They have also obliged her request for a few hakamas that she can wear. She still isn’t quite used to wearing what is essentially a skirt all the time, but they are infinitely more comfortable than the somewhat confining kimonos that the women of Azuchi are wont to wear.

She dresses herself in her makeshift riding wear, tying her hair up into a puff with a piece of ribbon. After checking the mirror to make sure nothing is out of place and that her garments are all tied securely around her body, she decides to make her way to the stables. 

***

He is already there, waiting for her when she arrives. Curiously, she peers at him. “Am I late?”

He’s dressed simply in black and white, leaning against the outside of the stable with his arms crossed over his chest. Even at rest, his presence is a commanding one, and Eri wonders briefly how many hearts he has broken with his good looks and that same commanding presence. 

“You’re right on time,” he tells her, pushing himself off of the wall and motioning for her to follow him. “Come, let’s choose your horse.”

***

“Oh.” She utters the word softly, her heart nearly leaping into her throat when she sees it. Valerie doesn’t know much about motorcycles, but she knows that this machine in front of her is beautiful. The metal is painted a vivid, electric blue in places, its sleek design making it look like something out of an action movie. 

“Have you ridden on one before?” Shinichi asks, coming up behind her. 

“Never,” she breathes, “but I’ve always wanted to.”

“I was thinking,” he starts, “that we could do a picnic.” He motions to the basket tied to the back of the bike. “I’ve packed everything we need. There’s a nice spot outside of the city that I like to go to… it has a lake and everything. And the roads to get there are all nice, back roads that cars rarely travel on.” 

She tears her eyes away from the pretty machine in front of her to look at him. He’s smiling at her, in that almost-bashful way he has, and Valerie can feel her heart melting. 

“Only our first date since I moved here, and you’re already putting me to shame,” she teases him. “It looks like I need to step up my date-planning game.” 

He laughs. “Well… I figured we needed something good after all the long-distance dates,” he tells her. “It’s hard to plan nice things to do over Skype.”

She smiles at him. “You are so amazing.”

Walking over to the motorcycle, Shinichi retrieves one of the two helmets hanging off of the handlebars. “For you,” he says, handing it over to her along with a piece of black fabric. 

Valerie looks down at the fabric. “Is this what I think it is?” She asks, giggling a little. 

“Yeah…” he looks up at her a little sheepishly. “The padding on the inside of the helmet is there to make it more comfortable, but this will help in case the material the padding is made of snags. Plus,” he adds, “it’ll gather all your hair in one place so it doesn’t get too squished while you have the helmet on.” 

It is characteristic of Shinichi, this thoughtfulness. Buying a satin bonnet for her to wear under her motorcycle helmet to keep her hair from being damaged and snagged. Planning a picnic as a date so they could spend time together. 

“You really are amazing,” she says again, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. 

Previous Chapter (Five): The Chatelaine of Azuchi | Next Chapter (Seven): A Special Event

[randonauticrap]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Hello darling Aqua! Thank you for this ask. <3 I love the idea of self love with fanfiction. It reminds the writer that what they enjoyed writing matters too, not just what got the most notes once it was posted!

Here's 5 of my favorites, in no particular order:

The Garden Tryst (Jin Grandet x Reader)

A Simpleton's Love (Chevalier Michel x Reader)

Chilly Morning Ardor (Jin Grandet x Reader)

Flowers For Your Love (Nobunaga Oda x Reader)

The Perfect Gift (Jin Grandet x Reader)

[bearsace]

the sunny self portrait of kiyomi kanai

an ikemen sengoku fic by bearsace

World-famous actress Kiyomi Kanai has it all: money, beauty, and the adoration of millions of fans. When she accepts a role in the hottest new Sengoku drama, she decides the best way to get in character is to visit Azuchi Castle Ruins... ...and apparently also to time-travel five-hundred years to the past, where she inadvertently saves the lives of two major players on Japan's world stage. Suddenly, this egotistic megastar has to think quick on her feet to survive being caught between two warlords-- and maybe learn to love a world without the glitz and glamour she's always known.

read on ao3! ✱ chapter one ✱

preview...

Thunder booms again, furious and deep and suddenly, I’m all too aware that maybe it’s not just pathetic to be crying out here. It’s downright dangerous. Lightning illuminates the man; he’s sporting a lab coat and a geeky sort of handsomeness, and he reaches a hand to me. I recoil defensively. “Kiyomi, you have to get out of here. There’s going to be—” The heavens split open one last time with a blinding flash of light, rain on my skin like bullets, thunder in my ears like jetplanes. I’ve never seen lightning so close until it engulfs us, and my throat tears with a scream of terror—and then my world is silent. ( Kiyomi Kanai Struck by Lightning, Lets Her Makeup Get Ruined—At Least She Was Wearing a Prada Miniskirt!! …God. The gossip blogs tomorrow are going to gobble this shit right up.)

[hanzaikyou]

Picaresque Seven - A Review

So. I ended up watching Picaresque Seven last night (as I had been intending to do for a solid few months now). I was enticed by the lure of one Shogo Suzuki, and found myself an emotional rollercoaster; honestly quite perfect, considering my headspace at the time of watching. 

It was also quite cool to see Hosogai Kei in a stage, something I hadn’t actually seen before now. He’s a captivating actor, and I may need to find out if he was in anything else. 

The costuming was astounding. Every character, everything was over-the-top and eyecatching. The changing costumes of certain characters, the symbolism of the colours, it worked so well. (I also may need to make myself Jack The Ripper’s outfit. She looked awesome). 

It was really interesting to see how the writers could incorporate so many elements and references, yet still maintain a cohesive (if a little crazy) storyline. Shakespeare is referenced in at least two character groups, those being Macbeth (and the Witches) and King Richard the Third. Alongside them, there are several historical figures, in Oda Nobunaga and Jack the Ripper, and other classic literature characters with Peter Pan (and Captain Hook) and the Phantom of the Opera. It makes for a lively cast of characters, with a lot of big personalities and conflicting character motivations. 

I will continue this in the readmore, as I wish to discuss a few things with spoilers, particularly surrounding Shogo’s Macbeth, so if you’re good with those feel free to read on. If not, you may stop here, but do consider watching it if you’ve the chance; it is so, so worth it. 

If you wish to find it, the video can be found through the lovely furyposting, and subtitles have been made by the amazing aoihono96. I must thank them both profusely for enabling me to watch this absolute treasure of a musical. 

Now on to my ranting. 

Unsurprisingly, Shogo Suzuki’s Macbeth was by far my favourite character. For one thing, this man plays unstable and dangerous very, very well, and this character does a good job of embodying that. (On another more personal level, seeing the man who played William-Shakespeare-Nerd-Moriarty play a Shakespeare character was just a lot of fun.)

But beyond all that, I just really enjoyed his character arcs, seeing him unravel his trauma. Watching him go from this seemingly hard shell with an unshakable resolve and no issues taking down anyone in his way to a broken man having achieved his goal and trying to face what he’d done to get there, from not caring at all about his life to that final damn line, it was a journey and I’m glad I got to watch it. This boy broke my heart twice. 

The arc between Macbeth and Jack, then, was an interesting one to follow. These two aren’t good for each other. They make each other so much worse. Their beginning was... rocky, I think I’ll say (certain heavily implied acts are definitively not consensual), and yeah there’s probably problems with it. But the writing of it was so interesting from a character building perspective, the storyline of two horrendously flawed individuals that ended the only way it could, in tragedy, it was just so damn facinating to follow. Also their final big interaction was just so raw. Like:

“Don’t love me, I’m a scoundrel!”  “I’ll be waiting for you in Hell.”

It just hits so hard. And all of that after such an emotionally charged fight scene between two individuals that... god they were so messed up. I need fics for them. If there are none, I’ll make them. 

And then that ending. God, that ending. 

“It’s frustrating. I wanted to live together with him.”

This from the man who’s been basically wanting to die from the first moment he stepped on the stage, who is facing death for real, who has finally found himself a reason to live. I have no issues admitting that I bawled my damn eyes out. Pretty sure Shogo himself bawled his eyes out when watching it back too, if what I’ve seen of the cast commentary is to be believed. 

Anyway. I loved this thing, I’ll probably be being a menace on the tl about it for the next week or two, feel free to join me. 

Also the AO3 tag for the series will be made in the next couple days, bet.