#oda nobunaga x female reader

[bethanysac]

I never thought I would find such a gem!

Oda Nobunaga in a Relationship

cw: How I think Oda Nobunaga would be in a relationship or rather my horny thoughts about him sounds much better 🤭. As always black female reader intended, he's a pervert but for you only, spanking, fondling, bodily fluids, eating someone out on a table, nipple play, nipple sucking, rough/make up sex a bit of fluff at the end because it is much deserved!

wc: 1228

aperçu: just me thirsting over men I can’t physically have like my life’s peak content I swear choke me daddy nevermind. This man, his behaviour, obsessions and how he carries himself oh I almost forgot his facial hair! Just looking at him had me like 🤔🥲🤯😜🥵😝😅🥳👀💀 I'm most definitely horny don't mind me. I know I have something for long haired men 😭 Don't point it out, I am aware of it 💀

He’s such a perverted man no surprise right!! So, he likes to purposely let things fall such as spoons or even a bowl and asks you to pick them up saying “I am a little clumsy could you please help your old man out?” with puppy eyes. That way, he is sure to cop a feel when you crouch down to pick things up or  just get a glimpse of your goodies while he is sipping his cup of coffee.

He often likes to make you sit on his lap as you are face to face and he viciously fondles your backside alternating from cheek to cheek, sometimes he slaps it  add lip biting emoji here

During heated make out sessions, he will make you grind on his thigh if he wants to tease you but if he lets you grind directly on his growing bulge then someone's eager for where this leads 👀

He is also a bit too obsessed with your bodily fluids *you know which ones I am talking about* specifically the ones he causes 

He truly does enjoy seeing your clear essence staining his slacks, he's so proud about it 😉

He also likes to suck on your nipples when you are on top of him. He is a little mischievous, he bites them lightly and this makes you gasp for air. 

He has made them so sensitive that now even a slight brush of material against it is enough to arouse you and this smug bastard uses it to his advantage specifically after you two have had an argument that didn’t end on good terms. This simply means that you are using the silence treatment on him.This one time you both had argued over some matter that did seem really important at the time and you were so mad at him that you decided that you had better keep things for yourself otherwise you would hurt his feelings ( bad bitch vibes) so you go silent for the rest of the day and he doesn't like this one bit but he knows how to make you talk to him. His effective strategy is to lure you in your shared bedroom and make sure that he will make you moan because he is making you feel that good. So he sits on the bed and calls you “Y/n please come here, I can’t find the remote. Could you please help me?” You really don’t want to be in the same room as he is but you still go there to help him. You got there and just looked at him like, is he kidding me, the remote is on the bedside table like can’t he see it. He watches your every step towards the bedside table where you sleep and when you give him the remote he yanks you towards him. Now you are on top of him and he has a triumphant smile “ So you really thought you would go on the whole day without talking to me uh, precious?” he utters. You’re pouting, you know he is doing this to make you talk to him but he won’t succeed but as soon as he lays you on your back and starts playing with your nipples you know you are done.

By the end of his ministrations you’re getting your back blown out while he's all smiley and shit saying “ you’re really a cockslut uh? Ah, you don’t answer that’s right I know what I am doing that’s why you can’t talk” the only things you can manage to make like noise is to let him know that he's doing a great job fucking you like he should “my pretty girl, you moan so beautifully for me” 

He really knows where to rest his head whenever he feels like sleeping, so he only lays it on your boobs. It's the most comfortable place after all. 

If you're lying on the couch when he feels a bit needy he will come by and hop on top of you to rest his head on your boobs

And you ask him “what's wrong?” because usually he's not so affectionate like this. You start running your hands through his black hair, lazily scratching his scalp with your fingertips which earns you a satisfied sigh and minutes after he's out like a light.

He really likes to let people think he is the one that leads this relationship while in reality it is you that rules pretty much everything 💅🏾

If you are ignoring him on purpose, he will make sure you regret that when you have your friends over. You do love feral fucking but not when your friends could possibly be the audience. 

All of this messy situation started because you told him to do laundry and while he said he’d do it he did not move from his spot. This led to you acting as if you were not present in the house and this was still going on when your friends were over at your house. It has been a few hours and he is not having it. He decided to lock you in the kitchen where you were getting some drinks and quietly made your friends leave claiming that you both had some important business to get to and when you least expected it he lifted your skirt up, ripped your undies and stuffed your mouth.

You were going to protest but he told you “you better not say a single thing right now, you were giving me attitude all day long because I didn’t do the laundry so let’s keep things that way” and right before his breath hovers over your cunny you hear him say “itadakimasu”.

The way he is eating you out is not how he usually does it, he does not allow you to even come down from your orgasm, he just keeps doing his thing. You are there trying your best to take every single thing he is giving to you but he is doing too much right now isn't he?

His goal is to make you cry but at the very same time this is a punishment for being a brat earlier. When he is finally done eating his meal he utters “gochisousama deshita”. 

And he leaves you there on the kitchen table. You are heavily breathing, trying to pace it but also coming back to your senses slowly. When you finally do come down from your hazy state you notice that he is by the door arms crossed.

"Are you with me honey? I need to take care of you." He walks towards you, picks you up from the table delicately and carries you towards the bathtub bridal style.

He strips you off of your clothes, kisses your nose, forehead, lips and hand. He helps you get inside the bathtub, he helps you wash your body specifically insisting on rubbing your backside. When he is done rinsing you he covers your body with a towel and carries you back to the bedroom . 

In front of the bed he pat dries your body, rubs body butter on it all the while he has a straining erection in his slacks(he a superhero honestly 🤨) because for him today it's all about you he can take care of himself later or maybe session 2 might come by after much deserved rest.

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[dove-chan32931]

Blame by Air Traffic Control

For the MC of Ikemen Sengoku. It fits perfectly 😭 💕

I can just imagine it. Hideyoshi or Sasuke singing this to her. Or Lord Nobunaga singing this to her. She was afraid and scared at first but as she got to know them all, she warmed up to them all. And everything is going good before something happens. The wormhole is searching for her, and trying to get history back on track. But Mc fell for Nobunaga, or something and is trying to stop Nobunaga from living his true fate. Keep him from dying in a temple. But fate has other plans. And they're in a burning temple. And Nobunaga is laying on the ground, bleeding to death, head on her lap as she sobs over him, tears falling onto him and he lifts his hand, wiping her tears away. Telling her it'll be okay and that he'll be fine. That he's not afraid. That he's Happy to die here with her by his side. His hand falls and his eyes close as he slowly whispers don't blame yourself. Before dying in her arms. She cries from the heartbreak. And stays there by his side.

Flash forward to a few months forward and she's once again living her best life, visiting his grave once in awhile, smiling at the fond memories she made before someone calls out to her,and it's the boys, beckoning her over to hurry up, teasing her, saying it's time to go. They have a war to fight. She says goodbye to him and asks for him to keep them safe. To win the war and get Japan back on track. To have peace. Like he always wanted for their country.

Mc walks away with a smile, ready to lead the Nobunaga Oda army to victory. In honor of her friend or past lover.

I want to write this. But my writing skills are crap. :) anyways I like angst. I like happy endings too but this time, I don't wish for that.

[afi-writes]

Until the Dawn Breaks

Oda Nobunaga x female reader

Mature

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One day you will win yourself back. Perhaps.

Unless you will stop wanting to.

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

You stay silent.

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

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

You would.

You know you would.

But no way you are telling him that.

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

Not obeying isn’t an option.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it belongs to me. Your heart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Please…”

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

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

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

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

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

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[eventinelysplayground]

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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Ikemen/Otome Series Masterlist 

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Ikemen Prince 

Cake (quote)

Belle’s Duty 

Ikemen Vampire 

Rain (quote)

Obey Me 

Sunshine Child (quote)

Thank you (quote) 

Years (quote)

I’ll Protect You (quote)

Make It Painless 

Frown (quote) 

Revenge Baking 

Court of Darkness 

Facade 

MISC.

Death and Life

[war--lords]

sorry i’ve been gone for so long i have a full-time job and other hobbies that i am deeply obsessed with... here have some fluff

Female pronouns for Reader

Fact one: In the past three days, Nobunaga can’t find you in the places you frequent around the castle, and at the end of the day, finds the tenshu empty. By dusk you are usually in his room, but these nights he finds you coming back after him. “Oh, just taking care of some stuff,” you would say.

Fact two: He misses you.

Perhaps it isn’t in his character to admit that so openly to you, what with his moniker being the “Devil King” and all, but he knows you know better—honesty has always been a key in your relationship, and it was the fact that he knew you were from 500 years in the future that drew him closer to you. Yes, he’ll tell you he misses you, but not before dealing out the proper punishment for failing to pay attention to him.

(Maybe he’s not being entirely honest after all, because he calls it punishment even when the both of you enjoy it. And as much as you’d squirm and reprimand him for teasing you so...)

Enough, he chides himself mentally. The lack of quality time with you has driven his mind to rely on fantasy, but that needs to change today. Today, he declares independence from the stack of paperwork on his desk and dedicates his working hours to looking for you—within the castle grounds or in town, if he must. He can already hear Hideyoshi scolding him at the back of his mind and scoffs.

As if that could stop him.

Nobunaga’s first stop is the hall where the seamstresses usually work.

“She left but moments ago, my lord,” says one of the elderly, working to get her thread in the eye of the needle. “To the kitchen, said she needed help to procure some food items.” 

“Speaking of, she did the same yesterday. And the day before, if I remember correctly,” another seamstress chimes in. “And it’s around this time too.”

“I wonder if she’s also helping out there. Our lady has always been so eager to assist!”

Thanking the ladies for the information, Nobunaga exits the hall to make his way to the kitchen, leaving the staff giggling and cooing at how sweet the two of them are together.

At an hour so close to lunch, the castle kitchen is teeming with life. Nobunaga’s face is hit with the aromatic smells of various dishes—it seems they’re about to be served mushroom and meat stew, a season-appropriate dish—as well as smoke and the sounds of commanding voices and hurried footsteps carrying the orders out. A cooking battlefield.

Blue enters his peripheral and he turns to look at a corner. Masamune is taste-testing something out of an iron pot simmering atop a fire, offering some of his comments to the chef standing next to him before sprinkling in some other ingredients into the pot.

“Lord Nobunaga,” Masamune says, grinning at the Oda patriarch’s approach. The chef standing next to him looks surprised at the very least, echoing the greeting with a deep bow. Masamune swiftly swipes a sample of the brewing broth of a wooden spoon and offers it to him with a “careful, it’s hot”. 

Nobunaga holds the spoon in his hand and sips, nodding his approval. “I was told I could find ___________ here.”

“The lass? Right, she was here.”

Nobunaga clicks his tongue at the use of past tense.

“Was she helping out with lunch preparations?”

Masamune shakes his head, adding what seems to be a pinch more salt into the pot. “Asked for some leftovers, actually—last night’s steamed fish. Put it in a neat little box and was gone as quickly as she arrived.”

“She asked for her food to be packed, as well.” The chef next to Masamune supplies.

Was she going somewhere? Nobunaga muses, deep in thought. His lover might be perplexing, but sharp as he is, he has some sort of clue as to what is happening. 

“I see. Did anyone see which way she was heading?”

Another young man chopping up some scallions in his work station put his knife down and pointed to the right of the kitchen entrance. “To the garden thereabouts, perhaps, my lord,” he answers, before he dutifully goes back to his job. 

“Thank you. In that case I shall have my food to go as well.”

“Right away, my lord!”

Masamune chuckles. “Didn’t know you guys like playing cat and mouse.”

Something clicks in Nobunaga’s mind. That had to be it.

“Yes, well, I didn’t know either,” comes his offhanded response, the beginnings of a smile on his lips. 

When he finally finds you, you are sitting under a maple tree in the freshly trimmed garden, the red of autumn forming a beautiful canopy above you. He sees a lacquered lunchbox in your hand, and in front of you, just at arm’s length, is another box...

...being devoured wholeheartedly by three kittens of varying coats.

“There you are,” he says as he approaches. You look startled for a split second, perhaps associating the gardens with a place that nobody ever frequents, before the expression melts into the very smile he’s smitten with.

“Nobunaga!” You look pleased with a tinge of confusion. “How rare of you to dine outside.”

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” he confesses as he sits down next to you, not minding the grass on his kimono and haori, “and upon finding out that you’ve decided to eat out, I decided to join you.”

“I’m sorry, did you come look for me in the kitchen?”

“And the seamstresses’ hall before that.”

You look extremely apologetic he almost feels bad. He leans forward. You get the message and peck him on the lips. 

“Sorry.”

“One more, and then you’re forgiven.”

“Mm, okay,” you murmur, smiling into the kiss, your lunchbox forgotten despite holding it in your hands. This one lasts longer, what with your lover’s hand at the back of your head, ordering you to stay, and when he swipes his tongue on your bottom lip you feel the beginnings of a moan bubbling at the top of your throat—oh, you’re in public—

He’s the first to pull away, a devious smirk on his face. “Your food will grow cold.”

Pouting, you begrudgingly start eating again.

“So this is where you’ve been the past few days?” He asks, unraveling the cloth that wraps his food container while staring at three fuzzy rumps an arm’s length away. The kittens, all of which are variants of white, orange, and black, look ravenous, not even caring that another person has entered the vicinity. He spots the remnants of steamed fish in the box.

“Yes,” you answer, all smiles as you look at the kittens, and then once more that expression morphs into a realization that you’ve been spending less time with him, which perfectly explains him seeking you out. “Oh, Nobu, I didn’t mean to.”

He begins eating his meal. “You could have told me.”

“Well, yes, but I felt like that would’ve finalized my attachment to them,” you say, finishing your meal (you started earlier, after all). “I’ve been watching them and waiting for their mother to perhaps come back, but it’s been three days...”

One of the kittens, the one with orange and black on the tips of its ears, comes hobbling at you with little legs, meowing in thanks. Your smile turns to a chuckle when it climbs into your lap, insistently pawing and leaning its head into your palm when you reach to pet it.

He watches as you pet it gently, the kitten seemingly wanting more scratches and strokes each time that you have to concede. A wry smile takes over his face as he continues with his meal. “Perhaps its mother left them here knowing they will be well cared for.”

You blink in surprise. “Nobunaga, are you saying we can—”

“No.”

“Why?” you whine.

“I’m smart enough not to invite any competition for your attention within my quarters.”

Understanding dawns upon you and you find your arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck repeatedly so as to not disturb his meal. The poor man... getting jealous over some kittens because you’ve been looking after them for the last few days. When you’ve administered the last kiss on his throat, hoping to appease him, you look up to see his eyes boring into yours, a planning smile on his face. You catch on, and smile back, hoping to look at least half as alluring as he.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Good,” he replies curtly. “When that happens... I’ll make sure it’ll be impossible for you to think about anything else.”

The incessant meowing, cute as they are, dissolves the sexual tension between the two of you, as another kitten makes its way bravely on top of Nobunaga’s calf, its beady eyes making it look like it’s pleading. Good sir? Have you come to feed us, too?

You see a softness in Nobunaga’s eyes that indicates he’s finally understood what you felt. The man uses his chopsticks to fish out a piece of meat and hovers it right in front of the kitten’s face, allowing the tiny feline to snatch it out of the utensil’s grasp and straight into its mouth.

“The staff will be informed of these little ones and help take care of them,” he declares, “of course you are free to do so as well.” Just don’t neglect me again, you can hear that last unspoken bit through the way he gazes at you. You smile at him gratefully and sigh, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. When else do you get to see Nobunaga acting all soft and playing with kittens?

Leaning forward again, you kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you.”

He brushes your lip with his thumb and you suppress a shiver down your spine—now is hardly the time to think of that. You lean your head on his shoulder.

“Shall we name them?”

(Haguro flies in the scene five minutes later, scaring the kittens initially, but it’s clear that much like his owner, he’s just jealous and wants some pets.)

[marahuyos]

Brainrotting rn abt jjk x fgo where reader is humanity's last master but

a) theyre in the same age group as the first years and now they have to make excuses as to why you can't perform the most basic cursed techniques without the use of a mystic code (nobara: wtf is a mystic code) but at the same time, able to use reverse cursed energy (healing spells) all the while commanding a female version of demon king oda nobunaga and a girl-version of king arthur

b) theyre just as old as suguru and gojo and that theyre close friends despite the higher-ups frowning at you because you go against traditions of jujutsu sorcerers (where you go to the ends and help people, because humanity) and then you had to move to the London branch to study in the mage's association for some reason (its either the old sorcerers found out abt the holy grail and wanted to monopolize it or they found out abt angra mainyu and monopolize him to aid in sorcery). Its been years, you having to graduate in the mage's association but then ultimately having to relocate to chaldea as filling in quota for masters even though you're the oldest in the group but then the first prologue happened and then hoo yeah 1 year of saving humanity later, u and mash go back to japan and met with satoru again bc highschool sweetheart win(?) Also ur the new sensei so good luck with that

[lordsister]

Until Next Time (Nobunaga Oda x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Nobunaga Oda x Reader

Prompt #1: “Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.” - Lang Leav

Prompt #2: “I didn’t think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl.” “I didn’t either.”

Warning: None! Slight angst, I guess?

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 775

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       Drip, drip, drip splatters of black ink made dark exclamations across the paper, but you didn’t care.

       Your eyes ached with the strain of writing in the dim, the shadows of night and succor of sleep fended off by the paper lantern lit in the corner of your room and the throbbing need in your gut that forced you to put brush to paper again and again. Whatever drowsiness you had felt after a long day of work disappeared under a sudden bout of yearning that made your heart pound and filled your veins with a burst of lovesick adrenaline.

       It was tiring, loving and loving with nowhere to go. You’d tried to throw yourself into your work, into sewing and your duties as chatelaine, but it had only worked for a time, and mildly at best, taking the edge off a hunger that would never be satisfied as far as you knew. This - writing out your love in stories and poems and personal accounts and whatever else came to mind - was the only thing that had really had any effect, leaving your heart a little lighter and allowing you to sleep peacefully at night without twisting and turning to dreams of red eyes and an arrogant smile. 

       If only he’d let you love him, let you take away the trauma and pain, but the task he’d set for himself wasn’t finished yet, not by a long shot, so he would continue to hold you close at arms’ length, near but far, until he could allow himself to slip, to be vulnerable for you. After it was all over, he promised you...

       Shaking your head, you pressed the brush down more harshly. There was no reason for you to torture yourself by going down that path again, thinking that maybe it was actually because you just weren’t enough, unworthy to stand at the side of the great Nobunaga Oda. He didn’t want to accept your love yet? Fine. But you wouldn’t give him the relief of your love only when it was convenient for him. 

       With no outlet for your love you would write it, every word, every emotion, every bit of pain and anger and oh so stubborn love that refused to be quelled no matter how much you tried to put the feelings away, to hold his promise close and stay far away from him at the same time.

       “Why do you write?” he’d once asked, red eyes curiously soft as they met yours.

       “So I can take my love for you and give it to the world,” you’d replied. You’d wanted to scream at him, to punish him for dangling you on a string, but instead all you’d been able to do was smile, sadly, but understandingly. “Because you won’t take it from me.”

       The screen door slid open behind you, but by then you had long since succumbed to the growing heaviness behind your eyelids, slumped over your writing desk and smudging words of choked adoration not yet dried.

       …

       …

       ...

       Thick, calloused fingers wove through your hair, careful not to disturb you as you slept. A soft sigh passed your parted lips as you turned into the familiar warmth of the man holding you, your cheek to his broad chest as you fell still once more. Nobunaga drank all of it in, using the sight of you asleep in his arms to tide himself over until the next time he needed you close. 

       He didn’t regret his actions towards you. It was a necessary sacrifice if he wanted to focus on unification, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel the ache of your absence acutely. You belonged beside him, smiling that smile that came so rarely in this warring age.

       Now, holding you like this, perfect and peaceful and everything he wanted in a vulnerable, innocent little bundle, it was almost enough to make him regret for the first time in his life. 

       He heard Mitsuhide sigh from the hallway and had half a mind to glare at the other man for interrupting one of the few moments he could steal with you, doubtless there to discuss his latest act of cunning. “I didn’t think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl.” 

       Nobunaga chuckled, pressing his lips to your hair and breathing deeply. “I didn’t either.”

       When you woke up the next morning tucked safely in your futon you would be none the wiser to his visit. The love in your heart would sit quietly until the time he would accept it, his whispered promise lingering against your skin like a blessing.

       All until next time...

[nad-zeta]

hi hi!! hcs for nobu, hideyoshi, yuki, and ieyasu finding out that the (female, if possible!) reader has a twin sister? if ikevamp is fine, then also arthur and isaac! you can disregard hideyoshi and ieyasu if u want! 💞

Hi hi, love! ❤😊Thank you so much for the request! And sorry for taking 2 million years to get to this lol! I hope you enjoy this dear and I hope you have a super good day!❤🌻 @x-jodi-x

Headcanon: MC with twin sister feat: Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Yukimura, Arthur and Isaac

Nobunaga

When Nobunga found out you had a twin sister he was shook ◉_◉

In his books siblings, or well families for that matter, was not to be trusted

(；一_一)

But then you told him all about your twin sister and what a good relationship you had with her and that you missed her so much （>﹏<）

And as if the universe heard your prayer

Low and behold the wormhole picked up your sister and dropped he off at the gates of the castle ｡◕‿◕｡

She walked in easily and was super confused at everyone addressing her as “princess.” (^^ゞ

That’s when she spotted you walking down the hallway (≧▽≦)

She legit sprinted to your side and tackled you in a hug ＼(^o^)／

Cue Nobunaga walking out of the council room

Whhhhhaaaaat ⊙△⊙

How are there two of you �(ﾟ□ﾟ*川

He keenly examined both of you and grabbed you by your hand to pull you away from your sister in a tight embrace  ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

Be gone imposter (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

“Oi listen here you demanding little brat..” your sister legit took your hand to pull you back into her embrace (ง'̀-'́)ง

“If you want my sister, you are going to have to go through me, we were parted once, and I’m sure as hell, not ganna be parted from her again”

(／‵Д′)／~ ╧╧

Your twin and Nobunaga had an intense staring contest (¬_¬)

Finally, you broke the silence and cleared up the misunderstanding, reminding Nobunaga of the conversation you had had with him about your twin

And then you turned to your sister and introduced her to your devil king boyfriend (◠‿◠✿)

She legit looked him up and down suspiciously, “You sure this one makes you happy, cause I saw a cutie with a beauty mark under his eye as I was wandering around..” (；一_一)

At the sight of your beamingly happy face your sister  reluctantly gave you her blessing ¬_¬

But that by no means met she let Nobunaga completely off the hook

The two of them would bicker all of the freaken time and 100% compete for your attention

Even though Nobunaga and your sister fought like cats and dogs, Nobunaga still felt it only right to ask he permission to marry you

One day he stomped up to your sister’s room, while you were out in the markets helping Mitsunari |*▼皿▼)

“So you want to marry my sister, and what makes you think you are good enough to marry my sweet cute sis, huh?” (≖︿≖✿)

That is when Nobunaga told your sister everything that he loved about you while wearing the most gentle of smiles (◕▿◕✿)

“Fine, you can marry her… if you beat me in a shoot of” (¬‿¬)

And your sister and Nobunaga shook hands and sought out Mitsuhide to have a shoot-off, naturally your sister won (Which low key impressed Mitsuhide big time) 

̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з= ( ▀ ͜͞ʖ▀) =ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

Your sister took one look at Nobungaga and knew he truly did love you so she smacked him on the back and said with a huge smirk, “Welcome to the family Nobungaga, just remember if you break my sister’s heart, I will break your face.” (◠‿◠✿)

Nobungaga smiled his devilish smirk, perhaps families and siblings genuinely aren’t that bad 

Yukimura

Both you and your sister had travelled back in time together

You sister was shyer and more reserved, so she spent more time reading with Ieyasu, Mitsuhide and Mitsunari (✿◠‿◠)

While you would explore the markets and go on adventures with Masamune and Hideyoshi (◕▿◕✿)

You had taken a liking to a certain boyish merchant and soon the two of you were in a relationship

You had told Yukimura that you had a sister but forgot to mention that she was your identical twin 

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

After gushing about Yukimura to your sister, she was intrigued at the type of man who could make her beloved sister so happy and wanted to meet him

The two of you walked around the markets together when you caught a glimpse of Sasuke (◕‿◕✿)

The two of you stopped and chatted with the ninja

That’s when Yukimura spotted you (˶◕‿◕˶✿)

He rubbed his eyes cause he thought he was seeing doubles (*ﾉω-)

The closer he got, the more his confusion grew ◉_◉

He tapped you on the shoulder and both you and your sister turned around at the same time (｡◕‿‿◕｡)

“Witchcraft!” (ʘ言ʘ╬)

Yuki backed away, slowly, pulling your sister into his arms, “Dummy, quick let’s run, it seems like an evil enchantress has stolen your appearance.”

(∩╹□╹∩)

Just then your sister flicked Yuki on the forehead, and when he looked into your sister’s eyes, he realized that she was most definitely not you

�(ﾟ□ﾟ*川

Meanwhile, you and Sasuke were laughing at the fact that Yuki couldn’t tell the two of you apart （≧ｙ≦＊）☜(˚▽˚)☞

That’s when you stepped forward to gently cup Yuki’s cheeks in your small hands, “Oi calm down, I’m right here, and this isn’t witchcraft, she is my sister.” (｡◕‿◕｡)

Yuki looked at your sister and then back at you, and then at your sister again, and let out a long sigh ◑.◑

He then smiled his boyish smile, “why didn’t you just say so, geez you almost gave me a heart attack, I thought your sister was some evil witch. I’m so relieved to hear she is actually a good witch.”  (◠‿◠✿)

“Hey, I’m not a witch you.. you… idiot,” your sister pouted, and you laughed at the awkward Yuki, now blushing from embarrassment 

┐(-。ー;)┌

“yeah yeah, and this dummy here isn’t a wild boar, geez your family sure is weird.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Cue both you and your sister smacking him, “You’re the weird one.”

After the initial shock Yuki actually really liked your sister 

He low key adopted her as his little sister, even though you were the same age 

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

He legit low key still thinks she is an enchantress even after you explained that you are twins 

Hideyoshi

You and Hideyoshi had been in a relationship for a while now but lately, you had seemed slightly down  (ノ﹏ヽ)

You simply told him that you were missing your sister and that you were worried about her 

｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡

You sister was also sent back in time, unbeknown to you, but somehow arrived in the past a year earlier than you.

She had saved Kenshin’s life and was living with Sasuke in Kasugayama Castle (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

Just as you had found love in the Sengoku period, so had your sister falling head over heels for the bunny warlord himself (⁎˃ᆺ˂)

War was on the horizon and one morning during war council, Nobunaga had declared that his lucky charm would accompany him to the battlefield.

(▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)

You usually helped the rear guard with cooking and treating the wounded soldiers 

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 

Hideyoshi accompanied his lord in the front lines when he spotted a familiar face riding beside Kenshin (◯Δ◯∥)

Your name slipped from his lips 

He rode full speed towards the woman riding beside the God of war 

He yelled your name and your sister looked at him curiously, just how on earth did this random man know your name �(ﾟ□ﾟ*川

Before she could question it, the Uesugi forces pulled back for the evening and went back to camp (◕ㅅ◕✿)

The tide of war was turning as new information of Kennyo’s involvement had been discovered

So naturally, the Oda and Uesugi forces formed a temporary alliance, and that’s when it happened 

You were out with Ieyasu collecting some herbs ~(˘▾˘~)

Kenshin and your sister had just entered into the Oda camp and at the sight of your sister, Hideyoshi ran towards her and pulled her into a hug

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

“How many times have I told you not to go wandering off in the middle of the war, and just what do you think you are doing with the God of war.”

ಠ_ಠ

“Hey, I think there is some misunderstanding,” Your sister gently pushed Hideyoshi away as Kenshin was now ready to cut the mama bear down

(┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

Hideyoshi’s eyes widened in confusion, he looked between her and Kenshin, as your sister retreated into his arms

♡｡ﾟ.(*♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡*)ﾟ♡ °・

Hideyoshi felt his heart break in two, “Tell me this isn’t true, I thought you loved me” he chocked out  (ಥ_ʖಥ)

“Dude I don’t even know you..”  ┐( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)┌

Just then you appeared out of nowhere carrying a bunch of flowers (◕‿◕✿)

“Hey Yoshi look at all these pretty flowers I found, while Yasu and I were out collecting herbs” you placed your hand on Hideyoshi’s shoulder as you walked closer your way to the group (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Cue Yoshi being hella confused  (ʘᗩʘ’)

As you got closer, you spotted your sister and instantly dropped the flowers and tackled her in a tight hug （╯°□°）╯︵( .o.)

Cue error.exe Kenshin & Hideyoshi 

＝(￣□￣;)⇒

After a few moments, Kenshin simply smiled at you, as your sister had been talking non-stop about you (｡◕‿◕｡)

while Hideyoshi just stood there frozen（￣□||||

There were two of you, how was that possible

When he finally processed the information before him, he bowed his head and apologized profusely to your sister, “OwO ahh him so sorry, i-I didn't realize-“ 

Your sister was super chilled and just smiled at him, “it’s all good, people used to mistake us for each other all the time!�� ｡◕‿◕｡

Definitely lets you spend lots of time with your sister while the Oda forces are in the alliance

He will legit mama bear the shit outta your sister while the two forces are in an alliance, much to Kenshin's displeasure (¬_¬)

He instantly adopts, and sister zones your sister

Even after the war is over, he will invite her to visit the two of you, even putting his differences aside with the God of war

Anything to make you happy 

Is super happy to have met a member of your family and loves it when your sister tells a bunch of embarrassing stories about you when you were little (◕▿◕✿)

Arthur

Ohhhhooohhh Arthur is definitely excited to have two pretty little skirts around to chase (◕▿◕✿)

Will flirt mercilessly with both of you, to which both of you just scoff and walk away 

(；一_一) (¬_¬)

As you get to know the real Arthur a little bit better, you can’t help but fall in love with him (◠‿◠✿)

Much to your sister’s disproval ب_ب

She legit marched he way up to the playboy’s room the second you told her that the two of you were dating, to find out his intentions  

(ﾉಠдಠ)ﾉ︵┻━┻

“Tell me sherlock wanna be, what exactly are your intentions with my sister.”    (ﾉಠдಠ)ﾉ

Arthur was sister shook, your sister was honestly hella intimidating, “i-I assure you I have no ill intent towards my dearest little bird,” Arthur gave your sister a nervous smile (◕‸ ◕✿)

Your sister simply narrowed her eyes at him, “If you break her heart, you will wish you were never born when I’m done with you,” after a final threat your sister gave him a chilling smile and left (≖︿≖✿)

God, she was frightening (ﾟωﾟ;)

After that Arthur tried to spend time doing 3 people activities to get to know your sister a bit better and to prove that he truly did love you

(▰˘◡˘▰)

“Come on, Arthur is not such a bad guy, yeah he’s got a past, but he also has a cute dog, and no one with a dog is super bad” ｡◕‿◕｡

Arthur would often invite the two of you out with him to solve cases, something which all three of you actually really enjoyed ( ಠ ͜ʖರೃ)

As time went on your sister started to accept Arthur as part of the family, plus you were right, Vic was the sweetest dog in the whole world, no way such a sweet dog would hang around a crappy owner | (• ◡•)| (❍ᴥ❍ʋ)

You and your sister would often prank the residents by pretending to be each other ｡◕‿‿◕｡

But it honestly never worked on Arthur as he could instantly tell which twin was which

 (°ロ°)☝

One day your twin came walking into his room in an attempt to fool him

Arthur simply smiled up at her, and walked over to the coach, which you were hiding behind

“Found you Luv, did you really think I wouldn’t be able to tell the love of my life apart from her sister,” he would then shower your face with kisses

(~￣³￣)~

“Ewww affection, could you guys like not do that in front of me! That’s it, I’m outta here, common Vic lets go see if Napoleon has finished those pancakes yet,” ≧☉_☉≦

Arthur would definitely get jelly sometimes with the amount of time you spend with your sister, and can’t help but whisk you away to have you all for himself  (>^_^)><(^o^<)

Isaac

The first time both you and your sister arrive at the mansion you can’t help but want to befriend the physicist ≧☉_☉≦

Although the only problem was, that both of you were shy little hedgehogs and were rather awkward when it came to human interaction 

(⁎˃ᆺ˂)

That’s where your sister comes in

Out of the two of you, she had always been the more outgoing one (◕▿◕✿)

After watching you and Isaac dance around each other for the better part of a few weeks, your sister decided to team up with Napoleons

And so operation GET SHY CINNAROLLS TOGETHER was created

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)

Napoleon had left some of Harry the hedgehog’s favourite food down in the wine cellar, which caused harry to naturally, stray from Isaacs room to nibble up his fav snacks  V✪ω✪V

While Napoleon worked on getting Isaac into position, your sister had handed you the new shipment of wine to be placed in the cellar 

You made your way to the dark cellar only to stumble upon Isaac on the floor reaching under one of the shelves ಠ╭╮ಠ

“Oh I-I-Isaac, what are you doing down here” you shyly asked as Isaac sat up and looked down at the ground sheepishly (*^_^*)

“My hedgehog, got himself stuck under the shelves and I can’t seem to quite reach him.” 

(〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

You gave him a timid smile and sat beside him reaching your arm beneath the shelf to retrieve the hedgehog (◕‿◕✿)

You handled the little critter to Isaac and the two of you started chatting about your mutual love for animals 

All while unbeknown to the both of you, your sister and Napoleon watched from the doorway high fiving each other at a job well-done

  ヘ( ^o^)ノ＼(^_^ )

It wasn’t long before you and Isaac was in a relationship  (/^-^(^ ^*)/

Honestly, this boy could easily tell you apart from your sister

Isaac was more of an observer than a talker due to his shy nature so he noticed even the smallest of details about you   (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♡

Hehe, he is super awkward around your sister, but tries to get to know her a little better by spending time with both of you 

The three of you actually help out together at Napo’s school

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

Isaac is a little bit of a jealous boy and will get pouty if you are spending too much time with your sister and neglecting him (◕ω◕✿)

But never fear, one hug and kiss from you is enough to bring his cute blushy smile back to his face (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

Your sister loves ganging up with Arthur and Dazai to tease Isaac

Isaac low key sees your twin sister as an older sister figure, and will go to her for advice whenever he wants to surprise you with a fun date or thoughtful gift ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿

I hope you enjoyed this, dear! and I hope you have a super good day! 🌼❤🌻

[afi-writes]

The Goddess of Dragon and Demon

Sunshine & Starlight Creation Challenge

Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes

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.

[fandom-collective-writers]

Reader x Nobunaga Oda {IkeSen} - Public Claim

Title: Public Claim Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Character: Nobunaga Oda Genre: wink Warnings: ;) Kinks: public sex, internal cumshot, banter, promise of future sex, possessiveness Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience  Word Count: 2000 words POV: second person Written by: @mythiica​ Other comments: kinky

Nobunaga insists on leaving the castle for a few hours just to explore for a bit. Stretch our legs, he so casually jokes, alluding to the long night of heated activities the two of you participated in. You, with muscles sore like never before, leap at the opportunity to look for new fabrics and spend a wonderful afternoon with your lover. 

          He smiles and extends his hand, pulling you up from the futon. His other and goes to the small of your back to support you gently. There is a tenderness to his touch that makes you melt once more, just as you had hours earlier. 

         “Do you think I will find new prints to make a new kimono?” you glance over at the dress you had been wearing, but it lies in a torn pile at the corner of the room. “Maybe I’ll try to save this one…” 

         “Are you sad I ripped it?” 

         “Only a bit. I did urge you to take it off as soon as possible.” 

         Nobunaga fetches a new outfit for you and helps you tie the obi in the front. “True…” Once a knot is securely tied, he brushes your hair back and kisses the purple flower on your skin. “I’ll try to be more gentle next time, alright?” 

         “You said that last week, and look where we are now,” you muse, covering your cheeks to hide your blush. 

         Ushering you outside, Nobunaga laces his fingers with you. “Are we really going to play this game? I-said and you-said?” 

         You bat your eyelashes at Nobunaga with a bright grin. “Well. You did say it. I’m just reminding you!” 

         The warlord rolls his tongue over his bottom lip and tucks a hand under your legs, lifting you into the air. “I also remember saying I’d find a pleasurable way to quiet you if you misbehaved. Shall we return to our room, or continue out?” 

         Even though you try to squirm out of his grip, Nobunaga holds on tightly and keeps you from falling. “Mercy! Alright… you’ve won. We’ll go look around and return in time for dinner.” 

         He sets you down and offers you a swift kiss before leading you towards the stables to fetch your horses. The ride to the main market is short, especially considering you try to race him there. Nobunaga wins (as he usually does) but acts like a gentleman and offers you a hand in dismounting the horse. 

         After strolling through the rows of shops, you naturally migrate towards the fabrics on display. The bright colors attract you, and you run your hand over the silken material, looking for patterns that speak to you. If you could, you would get a few yards of each design, but you don’t have the room to store it all. 

         You pass from stall to stall and finally settle on a bright red embroidered fabric that would make for a wonderful kimono. Furthermore, considering that his birthday would be arriving soon, you purchase enough to make an elaborate outfit for him. There would be enough from scraps to make a matching haori for yourself, so you make sure to hide the print in a small bag. 

         Nobunaga is taking shots with a vassal in one of the bars down the road, and you are not surprised to find him also eating fresh konpeito. 

         “Look!” He holds up his glass to show you a few dissolved candies at the bottom of his cup. “What a brilliant idea, to soak the konpeito in the alcohol, we must try this when we get home. Do you think Masamune has tried this before?”

         “We can surely ask when we return. It is getting late though, shall we go?” 

         Nobunaga finishes his drink before leaving a few gold coins on the table. It is more than enough to cover his tab, but he smiles happily at the owner of the tavern and wishes him a good day. Benevolent Nobunaga always makes you happy, so you extend your hand and lead him through the tables to the street. 

         He stumbles over the edge of his clothes, and your hand accidentally dips into a hole through the back of his obi. It tickles, and Nobunaga lets out a rough laugh. “We’re in public, you know,” he whispers, drawing close to you. His breath is hot and heavy from the liquor, and you make the mistake of teasing him back.

         “It’s not my fault you have a hole back here!” 

         “Surely it’s a hole you made when oh clawed at my clothes last night, begging me to take you…” Nobunaga hooks his finger in the knot of your own obi and pulls you into an alleyway. Your body is flush against his and he takes the bag from your hands, letting it drop on top of a crate. “You were so wonderful last night, I shouldn’t have let us leave…” 

         The next moment, you feel his lips against your neck, tracing the bruises he left, and you let out a small yelp. No one is around to say anything, but you press your hand to his chest. “You want to do this here? Now?!” 

         Nobunaga’s hands are already up your skirt, and that should be enough of an answer. It isn’t the first time he’s gotten greedy in public before, but considering the night the two of you just had, you thought Nobunaga would want to take some time to recover. Or was this all a ploy to enjoy you outside? 

         Growling back, you nip Nobunaga’s jaw and rest your leg at his side. “Nobunaga Oda, you thought about this the moment we woke up this morning, didn’t you?” 

         “So I’ve been found out,” he admits, raising his hands innocently. “Do you mind?” 

         Your panties are already around your ankles, so even if you did, it would be too late to go back on your words now. “No, but you’ll have to be quiet if you don’t want to be found out by your friends inside the bar.” 

         Nobunaga tosses his head back and chuckles at your comment. “I should be saying the same to you, no? Or did you lose your voice last night…?” His fingers slip through the slit in your kimono, and he pushes it back enough to reveal your thighs. He does the same to his own clothes, but spins you around to push you flush to the wall. 

         The boxes to your left and right provide enough cover that you don’t have to worry about being caught, but it is exhilarating none the less. Nobunaga has a flair for doing things out of the norm, and you rather like that he’s caught you off guard with this. Wetness is already pooling between your legs, and when Nobunaga wedges his knee there to grind against you, he smirks joyfully. 

         “We’ll be fast, then return in time for dinner, just like you said, no?” 

         “Shut up and do it already, don’t start with your antics and tease me now.” 

         But he continues and brushes his fingers over the swell of your breast, still clad with silk. “I’m just reminding you.”

         You cup his face and kiss the smirk off of his lips. The harder you grind against his leg, the more pronounced the bulge against his kimono grows. Matching his speed, you pull back the fabric enough to expose Nobunaga’s length, but you do not see it for long before he enters you. A low hiss escapes your throat, so Nobuanga keeps his forearms pressed against the wall to keep you hidden. 

         “If you’re going to remind me about anything,” you mewl as he starts thrusting, “remind me of your promise last night. How you said you wouldn’t let anyone else see me like this!” 

         “Are you trying to be cute with me?” 

         “Perhaps.” 

         Nobunaga tilts his hips up more and drops your foot on one of the crates so that he can maneuver you with ease. Large hands sweep over your body before returning to their place at either side of your head, limiting your vision to what is in front of you: Nobunaga. 

         “No one can see you, trust in that. I wouldn’t allow it.” He grunts and uses all of his stamina to bring the both of you closer to climaxing. “I’ll shield you with my body.” 

         Tangling your fingers in his hair, you pull his face even closer to yours. His nose brushes against your lips, and Nobunaga nuzzles against you before tucking a hand under your thighs as you slip down the wall. With his other hand, he grips one of the boxes to hold on. 

         “You’re so wonderful for doing that,” you say to appeal to his ego. “I can already feel you tensing against me. Am I that good, or are you desperate to cum again?” 

         He grunts painfully and digs his fingertips into your flesh, pushing you down further until he’s on his knees. The boxes are taller than the two of you now, so he does not have to worry about being seen. Instead, he uses his palms to frisk you, pressing against your nipples to feel if they’re hard. 

         Nobunaga is tempted to tug them open, but he opts better for pressing his weight into you with every thrust. “Y-Yes,” he pants. “You’ll be mine no matter where we are, in public or in private.” 

         You hear the voices of people passing the alleyway. Maybe someone looks in for a moment, curious to know why they hear the echoes of moans and skin slapping skin, but they walk by without lingering. 

         “Yes, I’ll be yours…” 

         He buries his face in your neck, teeth grinding against your jaw to leave a fresh hickey. You tense your muscles, fighting against the mellow ache, and drag your nails up across his shoulder blades. 

         “N-Nobunaga–” 

         A string of curses falls from his lips, but that’s all he needs to hear before he cums, this time inside of you as to not leave evidence. The surge of warmth sends your toes curling and head back against the wall. Your lips form an ‘o’ of pleasure as you orgasm with his seed inside of you. He stays like that until he’s given you everything he has, but even then Nobunaga wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to protect you. 

         Your heart continues to thunder in your ears, and you cannot hear properly. 

         “W-What?” 

         “I said we should likely head back, I want to do more to you–” 

         You don’t know where he gets the energy to do so, but you kiss Nobunaga gently and brush beads of sweat away from his forehead. “More? Are you sure?” 

         His lips kiss every spot of skin he can reach. “Yes.” 

         Standing up slowly, you fold your kimono back to its place and fix the top half. Nobunaga does the same, though less successful because the hole in his obi is beyond noticeable now. Your finger must have found it and tore it open, but considering you will make him a new outfit soon, you decide it will be alright. He hesitates leaving when you grab his wrist. 

         “Let me fix your hair,” you say slowly, trying to stall so you can catch your breath. 

         Nobunaga smiles and nuzzles against your touch as you rake your fingers through his locks, pulling out the knots you left. 

         “Does it really matter? It’ll look a fine mess soon enough.” 

         “My are you feisty!” 

         Nobunaga offers you the bag of fabric before leading you down the other side of the alley. “To be fair, you admitted you’d be mine. I want to celebrate.” He gives you a bright smile and keeps you close, heat of his body radiating outwards to envelop you. 

         Keeping your hand in his, you make a run for the horses, dragging him behind you. “Then celebrate we shall.” 

[tsubaki3192]

Of Tricks and Treats

[Kenshin x MC/Reader x Shingen]

Oneshot Series: Phrases.

Note: In a strange AU where Japan isn’t united, but in the modern times… i.e, modern cities in a sengoku-like setting. I... May have gotten a little carried away...

Tagging: @unstoppablelinda 

Let me know if you want to be tagged!

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“Happy Halloween, Happy Halloween-”

Ah, yes. Halloween. A season to despise if you were the dreaded Uesugi Kenshin. How could the children of the modern times enjoy such… Things? There was the issue with sweets - something he outright despised - and then there was the issue with those children that ran the streets in their costumes, totally unaware of their lord’s inability to set them apart from adults in their costumes and cosmetics… Depending on their height.

(You, along with Yuki and Shingen, had cracked up once when a mother came rushing out, brandishing a broomstick at the bunny-lord, thinking he was another man in the costume of their lord’s and one who threatened her son.)

But it was a holiday to commend to if you were the flirtatious Takeda Shingen (Or the Demon King Oda Nobunaga). Masks meant easy flirting with females, sweets mean more indulgence and costumes. 

Costumes meant skin exposure, and skin exposure meant-

You had slapped him across the arm for that, albeit somewhat playfully, clad in your ‘angel’ costume as you had promised. And his jaw had dropped as he took in the sight of you in a snow-white angel costume, completed with a ‘hovering’, golden halo above your head. Your dress, matching the colour of your handmade wings, reached just past your knees and was completed with a delicate pair of ankle-height boots and a golden belt hovering your waist.

(But what he wasn’t aware of was the change in your appearance as soon as night fell: You had applied a green glow-in-the-dark face paint to your appearance and costume, leaving you as a ghoulish, fallen angel rather than a pure one.)

It’d surely be Shingen’s nightmare, right?

And Halloween certainly wasn’t a holiday Kenshin was to enjoy. Not when you had terrified him the previous year in your bunny costume, dripping in the same midnight-fluorescent paint and your ‘hanging’ precariously (from makeup illusion) from the final sinews of your neck, and certainly not when it had been Sasuke who had assisted you with your costume.

But for some strange reason, Shingen had not yet suspected your ‘mild’ change in costume or had completely forgotten the trick you had played on him the previous day.

“You ready to go trick or treating?”

The chocolate-haired male entwined his fingers with your own, having gained the liberty of this year’s hand-holding… Much like Kenshin had received the last. But you could feel the heavily jealous gaze upon your back, flickering between you and your entwined fingers and it wasn’t long before the broad male standing beside you gave a short laugh. He turned his head slightly to meet the gaze of his white-haired rival behind them, uttering a sentence that would surely rile his frenemy.

“Now, now Kenshin. I’ve won my angel’s heart fair and square, so-”

“You won nothing, you damn flirt. I’ll kill you if you make another comment like that.”

Seething grumpily, Kenshin’s eyes narrowed even further and huffed, knowing he was unable to draw the tanto hidden beneath the folds of his clothing publicly. Shingen’s laughter only continued on as the browsed the various food and market stalls lining the main road, and before long, the sun began to set. The orange hues seemed to both brighten and darken the city’s streets, though your hand suddenly left Shingen’s, running off to the nearest bathroom with a rather ‘innocent’ excuse.

When you had returned, the sun had set even lower, perhaps to the point where night and day truly mixed together - Dusk. But your actions upon returning were strange, almost off somehow. And that sheet of white cotton placed hanging over your head hadn’t helped his confidence either.

“Are you okay?”

Shingen’s eyes were concerned, though Kenshin’s eyes shone somewhat gleefully as he spied the faint green glow beneath your cloak. Oh boy, you were playing the same trick as you had the previous year and he was sure to immensely enjoy this.

And yet you replied with a silent nod of your head, and took his hand, ignoring the slimy sensation between your fingers. But it was dark enough now, and the gooey sensation between his fingers were unnaturally sticky. The wind blew gently, mildly lifting the hood from the upper half of your face and-

There was a loud scream, quite obviously from someone who had seen your costume, given their pale and horrified expression and the finger pointed in your direction. The lanterns above flickered, accidentally adding to the whole mood. And all of a sudden the wind picked up, lifting the fabric from your torso and revealed the final form of your costume.

Glow in the dark paint littered the majority of your face imitating blood, the art form even going as far as painting a false eye torn from it’s - your - socket. And those false wings you had placed so gently off your back, now hung broken and torn from it’s supposed bones, splatters of the once-invisible paint now coating your entire body.

And Shingen could only stare at you horrified, panicking slightly at the thought of his angel falling into the depths of hell. His hand, now sticky with the paint had been dropped casually to the side, the paint also staining the side of his clothes. But it was the expression of horror and the miffed look of shock that sent Kenshin into  a bout of hysterics and Shingen could only frown even further as his non-stained hand raised itself to brush at the glowing marks upon your face. 

“Angel?”

His voice sounded so broken, so sad, that you were forced to break the lifeless demeanour. You hadn’t meant to sadden him after all. So with a wide grin, your eye opened revealing the other stunning (E/C) orb. 

“Trick or Treat~!”

If the superficial art hadn’t killed him, then the relief that nothing had happened to you did and his frown only deepened even further when he heard Kenshin’s cruel laughter from somewhere behind him. But you had been surrounded by the mass of people, claiming compliments that you hesitantly accepted at the urge of a now grinning Shingen.

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Bonus:

“She got you good, Shingen.”

“Now that I think about it,” The Tiger of Kai began, “Didn’t she do the same thing to you last year, in a Bunny costume?”

“Indeed,” Kenshin replied, brows now furrowing in irritation as he recalled his own surprise. He had been far more violent with you, unintentionally knocking you out as he panicked.

“You locked yourself in your room for days after, didn’t you?”

Shingen’s teasing grin reached Kenshin’s eyes and the white-haired male’s eyes narrowed, squinting while pulling out the weapon from the inside of his kimono.

“... Come here so I can kill you.”

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Treat - Shingen: Your costume, Kenshin: Terrifying Shingen

Trick - Shingen: Your costume... Part 2, Kenshin: Your previous year’s costume

[war--lords]

What about #3 with Nobunaga!! Thanks in advance🙌

#3 Distracted by the sexy

Modern AU, female reader, semi-NSFW? (but feels more NSFWish to write than actual NSFW stuff, strangely?)

(I also hope you’re not genuinely disappointed with this heh)

The strap of your dress is slipping off your shoulder.

He watches from above the rim of his wine glass as he takes another long sip, ignoring the other partygoers involved in the conversation. They might be listening to your story, and he isn’t to blame if they are, because it is a compelling one, but he—oh, no. He’s heard it before from the other parties the two of you have gone together. He’s not listening. He’s looking.

It’s maroon and it’s silk—his favorite. He bought it for you not too long ago as a gift from one of his many business trips, and this is his first time seeing you wear it. Under the warm, dim lighting of the private rooftop bar, its color shifts from dark to an almost luminous glow, following the contours of your body without clinging onto it, merely providing curious eyes a suggestion as to what’s underneath—one that he arguably doesn’t need, as he’s explored your body on countless occasions, each unforgettable in their own right, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he doesn’t enjoy a hint.

You’re making gestures to articulate your story at a part about someone bursting into a fit in a meeting room, and the strap slips further away from where it’s supposed to sit. Carnelian eyes paint a trail from the swoop of your neck down to your collarbone and finally to your nearly bare shoulder. It occurred to him, at the very back of his mind, that if one were to observe him at this moment, they’d find nothing but a man deeply engrossed in a woman he loves. And that won’t be an incorrect assumption to make, just... slightly off in the details.

Ah. There it goes, he thinks, as the strap gives in, resting on your upper arm. It reveals the very beginnings of your breast, skin bared to the cold air of the room. Surely you’ve noticed the start of your wardrobe unraveling—maybe you’ve internally decided that fixing it will only draw more attention. Nobunaga narrows his eyes—that’s something he most certainly doesn’t want. Other people watching you, that is. He’d like to think that he’s the only person walking this earth who is graced with the right to revel in those curves, sultry and beckoning as they are, his eyes sweeping down to feed on that silhouette. You flow, even when you’re standing still, the lines of your chest down to your stomach and thighs in artful waves, inviting his hands on them without uttering a word, summoning salacious memories of previous encounters.

“—the look on that CEO’s face is to die for.” 

Yes, doubtlessly to die for, he thinks again to himself as he casually hooks his arm around your shoulder, pressing you close to his side as his other hand, still holding the wine glass, swiftly corrects the failing strap of your dress.

Quickly you look over to him, mouthing a ‘thank you’ before returning to your ever-attentive audience. They break into a bout of laughter not five seconds later, and he’s still hung up on the shape of your lips, the way they move...

You give the circle a wave and exchanged promises to talk to them later before putting the palm of your hand on his back, prompting the two of you to walk away from the group. His light grip on your shoulder slides down to your hip.

“You were staring,” you say to him, the first words you utter directed at him for at least five minutes, and he smirks at the sound of your voice. Hushed, low, and husky from all the talking.

“You look good in that dress,” comes his reply.

“Goes to show how you know what’s best for me.” And heavens if there isn’t something in the way those words roll off your tongue that awakens something inside of him. He squeezes your hip, the heat of his palm bidding. Then, without stopping in his tracks, the hand holding his wine glass moves to allow his thumb to touch your bottom lip as he leans down to whisper against your ear.

“When we get home,” he says, his baritone lower than a growl, “don’t take it off.” You let out a sigh, mouth suddenly dry, though still he continues. “I want to see you in it as I take you.” 

Your lips curl, a silent defiance to his order.

Retaining eye contact with him, your fingers reach to the strap he fixed earlier, and flick it down. His eyes flash at the sight, something primal swirling under those lashes.

“I wonder if Hideyoshi and the others are here,” you declare with a faux-innocent lilt in your voice before walking away, the slight sway in your hips deliberate.

He shares a chuckle with himself, shaking his head, but he can’t tear his eyes away from you as he watches you leave. 

[mythiica]

Hideyoshi Toyotomi x Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Reward

Title: Reward

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Hideyoshi Toyotomi, Nobunaga Oda

Genre: honhonhon

Warnings: sin

Kinks: Three-way, ultra sub!mc, overstimulation, internal cumshot, blowjob, dirty talk, idk a lot of stuff

Intended Gender Audience: Female audience

Word Count: 2150 words

Other comments: my head hurts

When Hideyoshi comes into your room, you’re expecting him to simply ask how you are. Instead, he tells you that Nobunaga requires your presence in the tenshu. The message is brief and curt – different than his usual demeanor – so you simply assume that the matter at hand was rather pressing.

          After stowing your sewing materials away, you compose yourself and follow Hideyoshi through the winding hallways of the castle. Upon reaching the closed door to Nobunaga’s room, Hideyoshi knocks his finger against the wood.

         “Lord Nobunaga?”

         There is a moment of silence before you hear Nobunaga answer.

         The two of you enter at the same time. You stop and bow your head before proceeding further. “You asked for me, Lord Nobunaga?”

         He looks up at you with a lazy expression and shifts his weight over to his left arm. “Yes… Tell me, how do you like it here, Lady (Y/n)?”

         You raise an eyebrow at his question, unsure how to respond. “Well, you’ve gifted me so much for the little I have done, so I am thankful for that.”

         Hideyoshi walks past you, raising a small breeze as the corners of his haori brush past you. The two stand in front of you, and you can’t help but feel their gaze sharpen… almost as if they were scrutinizing every detail of your body. Nobunaga’s eyes follow the curve of your shoulder, down your waist, and to the fluttering hem of your newly made kimono. For a moment, you thought that he was admiring your handiwork, but when he tips his head back up to the light, you catch a glimpse of the carnal desire that illuminates his beautiful orbs.

         “The little that you have done?” He toys with the words, unhappy with the expression. “You did more than just.. a little…”  

         Hideyoshi nods. “You saved Lord Nobunaga’s life. That is no small deed.”

         “Oh! Well, anyone really would have done it if they were in my position…”

         They both shake their heads. “On the contrary, most would likely have thrown Lord Nobunaga into the fire rather than drag him away from it.” He looks like he wants to say more, but Nobunaga cuts him off. 

         “I don’t believe I ever thanked you properly, my dear…” He begins to circle you like a hawk does to its prey. “So I’ve called you here because that is what I intend to do…”

         Nobunaga stands behind you, but you can feel his warm breath beating against the back of your neck. Your hair was still lifted into a bun because you wanted it out of the way while you worked, but now it just exposed more skin to him. He lifts a few stray strands of hair between his fingers and presses a gentle kiss to them. Electricity pulses through your chest, sending ripples of excitement down to the tips of your fingers. Nobunaga really knew how to tease a woman…

         “My Lord,” you ask with a shaky voice. “I’m not quite sure I understand…”

         You don’t expect Hideyoshi to answer for Nobunaga. He steps forward and cups your face, forcing you to look at him. “Lord Nobunaga will reward you. I suggest that you accept his praises, Lady (Y/n).”

         As your name falls from his tongue, Nobunaga’s hand crawls past the part in your kimono and his fingers graze the soft skin of your breasts. You cry out at the sudden coldness of his hands, but you quickly adjust to it and lean back against him. He tucks his chin into the crook of your neck, catching a glimpse of your face as he pinches your nipple.

         To coax more moans from you, Nobunaga rolls his tongue over your neck while Hideyoshi pulls the ties of your kimono open. The fabric falls from your shoulders and he helps you step away from it. With your hand in his, Hideyoshi smiles gently and spins you around. Now, your back is pressed to Hideyoshi’s solid frame and Nobunaga as the pleasure of admiring your nude form.

         You want to moan more, but the reality of the situation hits you, and you clamp your hand over your mouth. Panic flashes in your eyes - should you really be doing this with Lord Nobunaga and Lord Hideyoshi? Sure they wanted to reward you… but sleeping with the most powerful warlords in the county surely would not be an easy feat.

         However, when Hideyoshi pulls your leg up to rest on his hip, he simultaneously exposes your cunt to Nobunaga. Exhilarated by the position, you relax your muscles and allow the situation to continue.

         Nobunaga smiles happily and drags his hand across your folds. “Yes… how beautiful you are…” His hand cups over your breast, and he begins to work your mound back and forth to stimulate your body. As he works his digits through your pussy, you feel a knot begin to form in the pit of your stomach. The sensation of his skin against your most sensitive of areas makes you wild with lust.

         He continues to tease you though, and he grinds himself against you, pushing you harder against Hideyoshi. You are tempted to fall to your knees, and as pleasure begins to overcome your limbs, you indeed sink to the ground. Hideyoshi grips your waist and takes a seat before hoisting you into his lap. He nips the skin behind your ear, equally aroused by the sounds coming from your mouth.

         His hands wander across your open thighs as Nobunaga disrobes himself. He sheds the layers of fabric until he is completely naked.

         No words need to be exchanged in the moment – Nobunaga only flashes his vassal a quick smirk, and he understands completely. You tip your head back to look at Hideyoshi. His beautiful brown hair curls over his eyes, and unlike Nobunaga, he wears a soft smile.

         “Princess, won’t you reward us as we do you?” His voice drips with sweetness, but it entrances you at the same time. “Give yourself to him,” he urges, nodding to Nobunaga.

         With your mouth agape, you look back to Nobunaga. He runs a hand through his hair, and it stays in place for a moment before falling over his forehead. His cock is hard, and when he runs his fingers over himself, he releases a deep, guttural groan.

         You let HIdeyoshi pry open your legs further as you tuck an arm around his neck. The haori slips down from his shoulders and you feel his warm skin against yours. Time retards, and Hideyoshi dips his head to taste your neck. His tongue flicks over your exposed skin as Nobunaga pads over to you.

         The desire in his eyes burns bright – the sight of you in HIdeyoshi’s arms excites him greatly. Indeed this would be a reward for you... the tip of Nobunaga’s cock rubs against your wet folds. You pant heavily, waiting for what is to come.

         He enters you in a swift motion, and waits for a moment as to allow you to adjust to him. His girth stretches your walls, causing you to arch your back with pleasure. Nobunaga thrusts in and of you after the moan leaves your mouth. You reach out for him with an arm as Hideyoshi has a strong grip on your other one.

         You wrap your free arm around Nobunaga’s neck as he fucks you – Hideyoshi keeps you upright and trails loving kisses down your skin.

         “Fuck! Oh… yes…” Nobunaga growls with pleasure and flicks his tongue out against your skin, tasting the salt of perspiration.

         This makes Hideyoshi smile, and he rests his head on your shoulder. “Princess, you’re doing so well. Scream for him!”

         A cry is trapped in your throat, but when Hideyoshi’s hand snakes around you and lands on your clit, the sound erupts from your lungs in a blaze. The sensation of Nobunaga’s cock rubbing against your insides and Hideyoshi pinching your clit causes you to arch your back. The strain of the new position allows Nobunaga to hit even deeper inside of you.

         “Hide-“ Nobunaga starts, but Hideyoshi reads his mind and hoists your legs upwards. He props himself up with an arm and leans backwards. You are completely are their mercy, sprawled upon the vassal as the devil king pounds into you.

         Their movement become fluid, as if they were one. It amazes you, and you probably appreciate it more were you not drowning in an ocean of pure bliss. You’ve completely forgotten how you got into this position, but you would not trade it for the world. Sandwiched between their warm bodies, you are in heaven. Your eyelids droop as curses escape your lips.

         Nobunaga gabs hold of your jaw, but his cock is still inside of you. “Say that again, (Y/n),” he demands.

         “N-Nobunaga! You feel so good, ahH!”

         He smiles and kisses you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth. Saliva dribbles from the corner of your mouth, and when he pulls back, he whispers in your ear. “Don’t neglect Hideyoshi. Tell him how wondrous he is as well.”

         On cue, Hideyoshi fondles your breast, his fingers running over your sore nipples.

         The knot in your abdomen threatens to explode, so you do your best to sing your praises. “Hideyoshi, you’re going to make me cum if you keep touching me there,” you whimper between pants. “Both of you…. Ahh!”

         You unravel before them, and as your climax consumes you, Nobunaga’s warm fills you. He moans your name as you fall against Hideyoshi. He strokes your hair and commends you for your actions. Smiling weakly, you move to hug Hideyoshi, and Nobunaga pulls out of you. Instead of doing as you wish though, Nobunaga flips you over onto your stomach and spins you around so that you face him.

         “You’re not done, princess,” Nobunaga hisses. He pumps himself, semen streaking down the side of his cock. “You’ve neglected Lord Hideyoshi.”

         Hideyoshi chuckles and grips your hips, positioning himself at your entrance. Nobunaga’s seed runs down the back of your thigh, so Hide rubs himself against you to lubricate his member. He presses himself inside, bringing you back the same warmth as before as his cock rubs against your walls. Unlike Nobunaga, he has less girth, but more length, allowing his tip to rub against the spot that drives you insane.

         You’re a moaning mess now, but Nobunaga picks up your head buy your hair and slaps his cock against your mouth. “Come now, help me clean up…”

         He does not give you a chance to refuse, and he slips his member into your mouth. HIdeyoshi thrusts into you from behind, pushing you forward. Nobunaga’s dick goes deeper down your throat, causing you to cough for a moment as tears prickle in your eyes. He runs his hand through your hair with a tender grip.

         Nobunaga simply smirks at you when Hideyoshi leans over you, his fingertips digging into your ass. Still not completely down from your previous high, you struggle to keep yourself upright. Somehow, you manage to continue lapping at Nobunaga’s member. The bitter taste of his semen fills your mouth, but you love it. The air is heavy with lust, and the squelching sounds coming from Hideyoshi’s cock harmonize with both mens’ moans.

         Hideyoshi’s thrusts become more sloppy and desperate as his hands search for your breasts. He pulls you back into his chest just as Nobunaga takes a step back. He pumps himself a few times before he ejaculates. His seed paints your breasts and he grunts loudly.

         At the same time Hideyoshi reaches his own climax, and he thrusts into you deeply. As his own semen fills you, you are thrown over the edge yet again. A strangled cry escapes your throat and your body trembles with pleasure. Your vision goes white for a moment before you feel yourself fall forward.

         Nobunaga catches you and wraps his arms around you.

         He’s smiling happily as he pets you gently.

         “That was quite the reward, was it not?”

         You imagine that you look like a common street whore in the moment – you can feel their seed dripping down your sin and your hair likely looks like a tangled birds nest. Despite this, you can see the adoration that shines in his eyes.

         Hideyoshi tucks his hand around your thigh and kisses your skin, coaxing you to sit down with him on the futon. You take a seat next to him and glance at Nobunaga. He too takes a knee before resting his head on the pillow.

         You nuzzle into the crook of his arm and place your palm over his heart. His eyes flutter closed, and before long, you hear his soft snores vibrating from his chest.

         Hideyoshi pulls the blanket over your form and kisses your shoulder blades, a silent way of thanking you and saying goodnight.

         Strands of your essence drip from his tongue as he leans back, dirty smirk plastered onto his smug face.

[kaedeakeshisworld]

Oda Nobunaga in a Relationship

cw: How I think Oda Nobunaga would be in a relationship or rather my horny thoughts about him sounds much better 🤭. As always black female reader intended, he's a pervert but for you only, spanking, fondling, bodily fluids, eating someone out on a table, nipple play, nipple sucking, rough/make up sex a bit of fluff at the end because it is much deserved!

wc: 1228

aperçu: just me thirsting over men I can’t physically have like my life’s peak content I swear choke me daddy nevermind. This man, his behaviour, obsessions and how he carries himself oh I almost forgot his facial hair! Just looking at him had me like 🤔🥲🤯😜🥵😝😅🥳👀💀 I'm most definitely horny don't mind me. I know I have something for long haired men 😭 Don't point it out, I am aware of it 💀

He’s such a perverted man no surprise right!! So, he likes to purposely let things fall such as spoons or even a bowl and asks you to pick them up saying “I am a little clumsy could you please help your old man out?” with puppy eyes. That way, he is sure to cop a feel when you crouch down to pick things up or  just get a glimpse of your goodies while he is sipping his cup of coffee.

He often likes to make you sit on his lap as you are face to face and he viciously fondles your backside alternating from cheek to cheek, sometimes he slaps it  add lip biting emoji here

During heated make out sessions, he will make you grind on his thigh if he wants to tease you but if he lets you grind directly on his growing bulge then someone's eager for where this leads 👀

He is also a bit too obsessed with your bodily fluids *you know which ones I am talking about* specifically the ones he causes 

He truly does enjoy seeing your clear essence staining his slacks, he's so proud about it 😉

He also likes to suck on your nipples when you are on top of him. He is a little mischievous, he bites them lightly and this makes you gasp for air. 

He has made them so sensitive that now even a slight brush of material against it is enough to arouse you and this smug bastard uses it to his advantage specifically after you two have had an argument that didn’t end on good terms. This simply means that you are using the silence treatment on him.This one time you both had argued over some matter that did seem really important at the time and you were so mad at him that you decided that you had better keep things for yourself otherwise you would hurt his feelings ( bad bitch vibes) so you go silent for the rest of the day and he doesn't like this one bit but he knows how to make you talk to him. His effective strategy is to lure you in your shared bedroom and make sure that he will make you moan because he is making you feel that good. So he sits on the bed and calls you “Y/n please come here, I can’t find the remote. Could you please help me?” You really don’t want to be in the same room as he is but you still go there to help him. You got there and just looked at him like, is he kidding me, the remote is on the bedside table like can’t he see it. He watches your every step towards the bedside table where you sleep and when you give him the remote he yanks you towards him. Now you are on top of him and he has a triumphant smile “ So you really thought you would go on the whole day without talking to me uh, precious?” he utters. You’re pouting, you know he is doing this to make you talk to him but he won’t succeed but as soon as he lays you on your back and starts playing with your nipples you know you are done.

By the end of his ministrations you’re getting your back blown out while he's all smiley and shit saying “ you’re really a cockslut uh? Ah, you don’t answer that’s right I know what I am doing that’s why you can’t talk” the only things you can manage to make like noise is to let him know that he's doing a great job fucking you like he should “my pretty girl, you moan so beautifully for me” 

He really knows where to rest his head whenever he feels like sleeping, so he only lays it on your boobs. It's the most comfortable place after all. 

If you're lying on the couch when he feels a bit needy he will come by and hop on top of you to rest his head on your boobs

And you ask him “what's wrong?” because usually he's not so affectionate like this. You start running your hands through his black hair, lazily scratching his scalp with your fingertips which earns you a satisfied sigh and minutes after he's out like a light.

He really likes to let people think he is the one that leads this relationship while in reality it is you that rules pretty much everything 💅🏾

If you are ignoring him on purpose, he will make sure you regret that when you have your friends over. You do love feral fucking but not when your friends could possibly be the audience. 

All of this messy situation started because you told him to do laundry and while he said he’d do it he did not move from his spot. This led to you acting as if you were not present in the house and this was still going on when your friends were over at your house. It has been a few hours and he is not having it. He decided to lock you in the kitchen where you were getting some drinks and quietly made your friends leave claiming that you both had some important business to get to and when you least expected it he lifted your skirt up, ripped your undies and stuffed your mouth.

You were going to protest but he told you “you better not say a single thing right now, you were giving me attitude all day long because I didn’t do the laundry so let’s keep things that way” and right before his breath hovers over your cunny you hear him say “itadakimasu”.

The way he is eating you out is not how he usually does it, he does not allow you to even come down from your orgasm, he just keeps doing his thing. You are there trying your best to take every single thing he is giving to you but he is doing too much right now isn't he?

His goal is to make you cry but at the very same time this is a punishment for being a brat earlier. When he is finally done eating his meal he utters “gochisousama deshita”. 

And he leaves you there on the kitchen table. You are heavily breathing, trying to pace it but also coming back to your senses slowly. When you finally do come down from your hazy state you notice that he is by the door arms crossed.

"Are you with me honey? I need to take care of you." He walks towards you, picks you up from the table delicately and carries you towards the bathtub bridal style.

He strips you off of your clothes, kisses your nose, forehead, lips and hand. He helps you get inside the bathtub, he helps you wash your body specifically insisting on rubbing your backside. When he is done rinsing you he covers your body with a towel and carries you back to the bedroom . 

In front of the bed he pat dries your body, rubs body butter on it all the while he has a straining erection in his slacks(he a superhero honestly 🤨) because for him today it's all about you he can take care of himself later or maybe session 2 might come by after much deserved rest.

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Congratulations on your followers milestone 😊🌸 then can I request a Nobunaga for hot god... Thank you

So this kind of got out of hand haha

Warnings: Female!Reader, mild family conflict, possible inaccuracyWord count: 2,435Tagged:#hanayomeTranslations and important notes:

Tengu (lit. heavenly dog) are Japanese legendary creatures that are regarded as either youkai (supernatural beings) or kami (gods). This fic treats Tengu as the latter.

Obi, as you may already know, is the ‘belt’ of the kimono.

Shinsoku means abbot/head priest of an abbey or temple.

Miko refers to a priestess.

Geta are traditional wooden clogs that resemble flip-flops.

Oshiroi is the name of the white powder used as makeup.

Aneue is a highly formal and archaic way of addressing one’s elder sister.

FYI, Kiku means ‘chrysanthemum’.

Enjoy!

Part 2 Part 3

1.

Sounds of hurried footsteps echo through the wooden flooring of the temple, and along with them, the chatterings of people. They come for one second, allowing the listener to grasp only a few words, before ultimately becoming an auditory blur as they grow further away. You are in a room tucked away in one corner of the temple, sewing the last few stitches that would make the final adjustments to a white over-robe. 

Once the moon is at her highest tonight, your little sister is to become a bride. Her procession begins in no more than two hours.

A couple other elderly priestesses are by her side, gently folding and twisting her hair up into an intricate hairstyle reserved only for those about to marry with delicate ornamental hairpins. Another is fixing up the wataboshi, the bridal hood that will hide Kiku’s face from all eyes except her groom’s. 

Never have you heard silence so loud that even the hustle and bustle in the hallways feel like a great distance away. The air is cold and tense, a complete antithesis of wedding preparation. Faces are grim and eyes are tearful—if only she were wearing black, you’d think this was a funeral instead. 

Young Kiku’s beautiful ebony eyes are narrowed in a mix of emotions even as one of the priestesses tucks a fan into her obi, the symbol for a happy future. Despite her general optimism, you know that she feels more like an item to be sold than a bride. 

Because it truly was a transaction.

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Your family is a long line of clerical servants of the god Tengu who rules over war and prosperity. (You’ve always disliked that dichotomy.) The men and women of your family devote their whole lives as priests and priestesses with the privilege to communicate with him in his dwelling—a lone temple on top of the mountain Kurama that towers over your village. Seiiki—‘sanctuary’, they call it.

It has been decreed since the days of old that once a year, each autumn solstice, on the day of the full moon, the abbot would climb the perilous steps up the mountain to speak to the god Tengu. Tonight is that of a full moon, and so your father, the abbot, made the ascent. The news he delivered was unusual, but at that time you know little of how bitter it would all turn out.

“The god Tengu demands a young virgin as his bride in exchange for the earth’s eternal yield. At sundown, a fiery arrow shall descend from the sky and pierce the roof of the house in which this virgin dwells. When night falls, she will climb up to the peak of Mount Kurama to meet her groom and dwell with him in the Seiiki forever.” 

A girl for lifelong milk and honey, when each previous year the god Tengu would demand only a portion of the harvest he had already given. Of course, the atypicality wasn’t lost to the people, but they faithfully waited until sundown. The gods were never the most sympathetical beings anyway, and the people felt lucky that Tengu’s demands were not as outlandish as the others.

You were among the people at the temple grounds when the promised arrow indeed descended, appearing as a faraway white dot floating against the violet-pink sky. Before the last of the sun’s rays faded it flew towards the village, but what you didn’t expect was for those pale flames to pierce the very roof you were under.

Tied on its stem is a paper with ‘marriage��� written on it.

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If she was composed during her dressing, now Kiku is anything but. In your arms she sobs, a pure white mess, smearing your miko uniform with the red face paint around her eyes. When she looks up at you, shaking her head in disdain, it looks as though she cried blood.

“I don’t want to go,” she croaks, “I don’t want to leave you.” 

“And I don’t want you to leave,” you reply. 

There are no tears in your eyes, for this predicament seems too fatal, too fast, like a bad dream. You wish it were a dream. You don’t tell your little sister you wish it were you—because she has her whole life ahead of her and because it is probably easier for your family to let you go.

The two of you are the abbot’s dear children, yes, but you are the eldest daughter instead of the eldest son—one that can continue his name. Even in your adulthood your father still looks at you the same way, like you’re something he didn’t ask for. It’s different for Kiku because Kiku is different. “She is the temperate lake to your forest fire.” That was what your father once said to you. Through it all, your mother is ultimately the one that loved you unconditionally, but behind her gentle smile, she hides the same sadness from your father’s disappointment for not having a son.

If you were to tell the truth, you’d rather be the god Tengu’s bride than stay here, but alas, he demands a young bride. Moreover, your father sees this as an absolute honor for Kiku to be chosen, though eventually you know he’ll grow bitter from only having your mediocrity left in his house.

The sliding door opens. It’s your father and mother.

“Procession will begin soon.”

“I need to fix her rouge,” you say without looking at him, “and then she’ll have to wear her wataboshi.” You hear a choked sound coming from your mother as she embraces Kiku. You look on somberly, but can’t stop yourself from stealing a glance at your father, who remains unmoving. You’ve never seen him look that sad before.

A shuffle of footsteps and you see the silhouette of a monk beyond the screen door—he’s considerate enough not to stand where your sister can be seen, at least.

“Shinsoku-sama, the procession is ready.” 

The moon is at its biggest and brightest, looking as though she is peering down to watch the events unfolding under her soft light. You’ve moved to the edge of the temple grounds with your parents and the clerics. The procession is only to be done by the betrothed and their attendants, and with the absence of the groom, Kiku was left to walk with only two other lesser miko and four monks to carry the traditional harvest offering. The click-clack of their geta is loud against the masonry floor, it being the only sound other than the buzzing crickets. There are no more exchanged words or touches allowed in this holy rite—the only thing Kiku can spare you and your family is a meaningful look before she takes her first step beyond the red gate, lantern in hand to guide her through the dark of the night. 

She makes her way up, up, following the curves of the stone steps, and not long after, all you can see is the flickering light of lanterns like gold slowly pumping through a vein. The bamboo forests surrounding the stairs sway left and right in the night wind, and it reminds you of a worried man rocking on his feet. The stairs twist and turn in a serpent-like manner, and the trees, taller and thicker, conceal their light, infrequently at first, but more and more as they venture higher before eventually they disappear out of sight.

Next to you, your mother is the first to break, letting out a long breath and a sob. You reach for her hand. When her cold fingers wrap around yours, you allow yourself to cry.

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It is the fourth hour after Kiku stepped out the red gate, and the attendants who went with her haven’t returned. Rain started to pour not too long ago, and though it isn’t heavy, it’s enough to cause concern. You are in a prayer room with the other miko, joining them in their quiet chants. Your mother’s body and mind are too exhausted to participate, and it’s not like she can pray to a god that chose to take her daughter away forever. 

Truth be told, you feel the same, as the prayer beads on your palm feel much heavier than they should. The chants lose their meaning, replaced only by questions only the god Tengu can answer. You realize the futility of the situation and contemplate whether you should just run up those stairs and confront him yourself.

You’re picturing it with your eyes closed. The flight of stairs might be steep and many, and it might be dangerous going up there in the rain, but you’d be fueled with enough rage to overcome them. What happens there, you’d worry about later—the holy grounds are supposed to be accessible only to the abbot. Should the sacred boundary be created by a spell, you could always try to break it. Once the barrier is broken, you’d be able to come face-to-face with the god Tengu. 

You realize you don’t know what he really looks like, but it hardly matters. What then? Would you attempt to kill him for taking your sister away? No, that’s not really what you want. What do you really want?

Fatigue makes it easier for your consciousness to escape you, and unbeknownst to you, your wandering thoughts lull you into the beginnings of slumber. Your prayer beads are now stationary, and your chants are reduced into incomprehensible murmurs before they stop completely. 

Mind clouded with fog, the only thing you could see in your head is the lantern light flickering as it makes its way up the stairs. Golden light, twisting and turning. The wind’s howl in your ear, deafening. The orange leaves’ crackle as they are dragged across stone floors by the gale.

…lady…

The god Tengu’s arrow floats again in your dream as if waiting for its time to strike. Your eyebrows knit in anticipation, your eyes dare not look away.

…Milady…

The flames on the arrow’s tail seem to flicker before it grows stronger, its shape becoming larger and larger. In the blink of an eye, it flies, but this time not towards the roof of the temple.

It’s coming towards you.

“Milady!”

Just as the arrow pierces through your heart, you open your eyes with a pained gasp, but the trickle of cold sweat on your nape and your feverish breath makes you feel as though you’re still trapped in a dream. Some of the elder priestesses crowd around you, one of them holding your trembling hand as she places her own against your forehead. 

“You were shaking,” she says, eyes worriedly darting around to inspect your face, “Milady, you’re very warm.”

You’re still trying to gain your bearings when you hear a pair of footsteps dash towards the room. One second later, the screen doors open with a loud bang, revealing a young miko drenched from the rain—you vaguely remember her as one of Kiku’s company. Her eyes search the room before falling on you, and the look on her damp face turns into that of bewildered trepidation. She calls your name once and kneels in front of you, gently tugging at your arm to get you to stand.

“It’s Lady Kiku, she—when we got up there, we—I’m sorry, it’d be better for her to tell you in person. Please come with me. She’s downstairs, she—we need you.”

Equally, if not more confused than the miko, you force your numb legs to carry you out of the room and down the steps with her help. The cold of her clothes against your warm skin wakes you up a little. She guides you to the main hall, her footsteps leaving trails of water droplets as she goes. Once the door slides open, you’re equal parts baffled and relieved to see your little sister. The floor around her is littered with discarded hairpins and baskets of fine products, reduced into a dirty mess. She is weeping, her face buried in her hands. You unlatch yourself from the miko’s arm to rush to Kiku’s side, your arm around her. 

“What happened?”

“He…” she begins, looking up at you with wet eyes. She looks like a wreck, the oshiroi powder washed out from her face and her hair in a disheveled state. “W-We went into the Seiiki and everything seems fine, but then he—”

It is then your father interrupts, his voice booming in the cold, dim room.

“It isn’t Kiku the god Tengu wants.”

“—he saw my face as we entered, it was a huge room and we weren’t even face-to-face! I don’t know how, but he saw me, and a gust of strong wind blew, he… he told me that I wasn’t the one. And then he said your name. He told me to bring you. Aneue, he… he wants you.”

Your heart sinks, and it clenches as if responding to a piercing wound. One that’s left by a flaming arrow.

Kiku then proceeds to gather her now loose hair and moved it across one shoulder, revealing her bare neck to you.

You almost can’t believe your eyes—a crimson string blooms from the side of her throat, and when you reach out to touch it with a finger, it doesn’t smear or fade, as if it’s permanently embedded within her skin. As if she was marked. Stepping closer to see it, you realize that it is alive, its two ends moving ever so slowly around her. It would be a complete circle once it meets on the other side of her neck.

“You have until sunrise to see him,” your mother finally speaks, her face a tired blank canvas. Her daughter was returned, only for the other to be taken away. “We concluded that this string will make one complete round by then. He didn’t tell Kiku what would happen if the ends meet.”

“It’s a timekeeper enchantment,” your father supplies, “to make sure you make the ascent.”  

Every bit of composure in you snaps just then and you make for the door as fast as you can. Kiku captures your wrist just in time, a concerned look on her face. She gently places something into your open palm and you take it, inspecting it.

It’s a crumpled up piece of paper with the kanji ‘marriage’ on it. The look on Kiku’s face tells you not to question how that item came to her possession.

Your mouth runs dry. It seems like Kiku also has trouble speaking because her voice cracks as she says this to you:

“Aneue, he wants to see you in red.”