#ticklish!sengoku

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 13 - Prank Call

Horimiya - Yanagi (feat. Iura and Sengoku)

Beep. Beep. Beep-

��Hnng…” Yanagi groaned tiredly, using his best efforts to keep his eyes half open as he looked around for his alarm. So tired, so sleepy… he surely could still use some extra minutes of sleep to catch a proper rest.

Giving the poor alarm a rough hit on the top, Yanagi slammed the snooze button before dropping his head into his pillows, letting out a long sigh of relief as he could finally go back to sleep. That, of course, if it wasn’t for his own cell phone beginning to ring. He groaned, reaching out to it without even lifting his face and accepting the call.

“Good morning, Ya ~ na ~ gi ~” An overly excited Iura said on the other side in his usual loud, beaming voice. What was that, Yanagi thought, narrowing his eyes. “Did you wake up on tim-”

Click

No, he wasn’t going to listen to that. Yanagi’s morning temper was way too bad to put up with whatever that green-haired ball of energy had in store for him. He wanted to sleep, why did Iura even call him? Wait, calling him… could there be a reason for it that he wasn’t recalling?

He was too tired to think. With his hand lazily dropping back into the mattress, the teen sighed, reading to drift back into sleep. Or so he thought, before his cell phone began ringing again.

Yanagi thought about ignoring it, letting it fall on a dead end, but, for some reason, he decided to pick up the call again. “...What?” He nearly growled, pressing his eyes shut.

“Y-Yanagi, good morning,” Sengoku said on the other side, seemingly intimidated. “Are you awake?” He continued and Yanagi was already considering turn off the call, however, until he picked up a random conversation going on the other side.

“...need to be louder!” He heard, was it Iura? What was he saying?

“Go away, you- aAHahAH, n-no! IuhuraHAH!”

Yanagi pulled the phone away from his ear as Sengoku started to laugh, getting even more confused. What was going on?

“Sengoku…?” The sleepy guy muttered, slowly approaching the phone back to his ear to continue to hear the banter on the other side.

Whatever was going on, it sounded like a murder attempt. “S-tohohop it! You idiohohot!! AhAHAHA, I-I’m ohohon the phohone!” Sengoku roared through cackles.

“Yanagi won’t wake up if you sound so tame!” Iura shouted, loud enough to be heard through the phone, “you need to go louder like this!”

“IURAHAHA!!” Sengoku squealed, making Yanagi pull the phone away from his ear again.

Some sort of prank call to wake him up? Wait, wake him up? Yanagi widened his eyes, that’s the reason he could remember! He checked the time and, if he got up now, he would still arrive on time. “Y-yes, I’m awake, thanks guys!” He said hurriedly before turning off the call to go get himself ready for another school day.

A/N: Okay, so do you guys remember that one episode from the last season? It was the first thing that came to my mind when I saw this prompt on the list and I NEEDED to work on it.

So here it is ~ Hope you guys enjoyed!

[otomefoxystar]

Glow of the Moon

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing : Ieyasu X Reader

Genre : Suggestive

A/N: Part of the Sunshine & Starlight Creation Challenge with prompt: Late Night Trysts

Hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes

 You remember the night it happened, but with someone like Ieyasu, it was unexpected. One moment, he was berating you about how you had organized his medical herbs. Then his lips were on yours, and he was hastily moving aside your kimono and fiddling with his hakama, and he ravaged you against the wall. That was the first time, and you both said, never again. Then there was a second and a third, and well, you had lost count. 

It was late, and mostly everyone was in bed. You felt the rumblings of your stomach, so to the kitchen, you went. You had found strawberries you had picked earlier in the week; they looked delicious. That was when Ieyasu appeared, “ You’re still up?” He asked. “ I was hungry,” You said as you bit off the strawberry. He looked at you with wanton in his eyes. He reached for the bowl of strawberries and grabbed your hand. “Come with me.” 

He led you to your room and looked down the hallway before entering with you. He placed the strawberries on a table in your room. Not another word was said, but he was holding a strawberry to your lips, and you slowly bit into it. “You seductress, I don’t think you realize what you do to me.” This time, you put a strawberry in his mouth. As he chewed the fruit, you saw his strong jaw moving, and that in itself made you weak. 

“ And I don’t think you realize what you do to me.” You pondered for a moment. Had the two of you just admitted you had feelings for each other in a roundabout way? “ Ieyasu, we need to stop this.” He regarded you for a moment, searching for a reason why he had upset you. “ I don’t think I can stop. I’ve become addicted to you.” He leaned forward and kissed you, his tongue tasting like strawberries. Your body was already heating up from the ferocity of his kiss; he had never kissed you so thoroughly before and with so much passion. 

“ I don’t think you get it.” He says as you looked into his emerald eyes, they were soft and tender. A complete opposite from the raw hunger that was usually burning in them when the two of you were alone. “ You’re intoxicating, the taste of your skin. He lifted your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist. Your breath hitched, “the sound of your voice.” He kissed your fingertips so gently that you barely felt his soft lips touch your skin. 

What was he doing to you? You had denied that you had feelings for him to yourself repeatedly, however, with how your heart thumped against your chest and how you suddenly felt nervous with butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Your body was saying the opposite of what you had told yourself. “How your smile reaches your eyes and your nose crinkles when you laugh.” Ieyasu l drew a line on your inner arm from your elbow to your palm, making the hair on your arm stand on end. “ How ticklish you are.” He looked up, “ How you have a bleeding heart. I’ve seen you willing to fight for someone if it meant it was the right thing to do.” You swallowed, and the butterflies in your stomach increased their fluttering.  He put his warm palm on your cheek. “ You are invaluable to me, and I want you all to myself.” 

“ Ieyasu.” You said quietly. His lips curled up, and he combed your hair behind your ear.  He slid his hand from your cheek to the back of your head and captured your lips. He kissed you slowly as your mouth moved with his; his tongue slid into your mouth, still with a lingering taste of strawberries. He reached behind you and untied your obi as he continued to ravage your mouth. “ I’m going to imprint myself into you so deeply that not only will our bodies be one, but our souls as well.” He kissed down the side of your neck, and you moaned sweetly for him. He picked you up and carried you to the futon. Your legs hanging over his arm and your arm around his neck. 

He placed you down gently onto the futon and continued to drink in your body. He discarded each article of clothing with a gentle ferocity.  You looked up at him as he disrobed his clothes; the moonlight shone in the room, the light highlighting his muscles and giving him an ethereal glow, making him reminiscent of a god. You looked at him heavy lidded, Finally he kneeled and as he climbed over you he kissed each of your eyelids, and he took you in. The luminous glow from the moon making you look angelic, as if you had been carved out of the heavens and placed here just for him. He placed tender kisses across your body as if you had been made out of porcelain and would break if he was too rough. 

As the two of you bathed in the light glow of the moon, your bodies came together. All the nerves you had felt before had turned into love, and it poured out of you and into Ieyasu. It was hard to tell where he ended and you began you had truly become one.

You expected him to leave afterward as he had done so many times before, but tonight, he wanted to bare himself to you. He laid next to you with your head on his shoulder. His fingertips ran soothingly up and down your arm. In the bliss of the afterglow, he kissed the top of your head. “You’re mine now, I hope you realize what you’ve started.” 

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Sengoku - Kicho

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors.

Kicho: "You said I could touch you, Mai."

Mai: "Yes...Mn...ahh!"

I nodded honestly, and Kicho's lips made a mark as they touched my chest.

Kicho: “Red looks good on your skin.”

Mai: “T-This is embarrassing.”

I tried to hide it, but he easily caught my arm and kissed my wrist, smiling and narrowing his eyes.

Kicho: “Don’t hide it. It’d be pointless if I didn’t check everything.”

Kicho: “Or do you want me to tie you up again?”

Mai: “...........”

Just imagining being helplessly tormented and tied up sent a sweet shiver down my spine.

We kissed again and gradually exposed each other’s bare skin.

Kicho: “The full moon looks particularly beautiful tonight.”

Mai: “D-Don’t look at me too much.”

Kicho: “If I don’t look closely, I won’t be able to check for injuries.”

(He’s right, but I’m so embarrassed, I don’t know what to do.)

His fingers traced my arms, shoulders, neck, and down to my chest, as if to tell me where he was looking.

Amidst the blend of ticklishness and embarrassment, a subtle sensation of pleasure raged through me, causing my breathing to become ragged.

Mai: “Haa...ah...nnm...”

(My body is getting hotter from where he touched me.)

(And the pit of my stomach is tingling.)

Kicho: “Your reactions are adorable.”

Mai: “Ngh...ahh!”

I couldn’t help but gasp as he whispered in my ear and slowly moved his palm from my knee to my thigh and stroked it.

Mai: “I really don’t have any injuries anywhere.”

Mai: “More than that, I’d rather touch you properly as soon as possible.”

Kicho: “.........”

Mai: “Kicho? Ah…nnn…”

The kisses took away even my breath, making it impossible to think about anything else.

Kicho: "I see. Sorry for making you feel frustrated."

Kicho: "I'm done inspecting. From here on, I'll lovingly touch you."

Mai: "Okay, I'm glad to hear that. Nnn. Ahh!"

Kicho: "Mai."

I continued to scream, drowning in the pleasure given to me and the warmth of my beloved.

The next morning一

Mai: "What? He already left?"

Kicho: "Yeah, he said he was going to report the incident to Nobunaga."

(I wanted to thank Masamune again for saving me.)

I slumped my shoulders, and he placed his palm on my head.

Kicho: "If you want to thank him, we can just visit him in Azuchi."

Mai: "Hmm. Okay."

His hand, gently stroking my hair, took hold of my hand.

Kicho: "It's time for the meeting. Let's go, Mai."

Mai: "Okay!"

Everyone working in the trading post was gathered in the hall to discuss the incident.

Kicho: "As I mentioned, we've already caught the culprit."

Kicho: "The threat is gone, so from today on, I want each of you to go back to work in peace."

Everyone: "Yes, sir!"

(I'm glad the maids look relieved.)

Kicho: "Now, regarding today's schedule and work assignments..."

After explaining the incident, he began to discuss today's schedule.

Even I, observing the situation from the corner of the hall, smiled upon returning to the familiar scenery.

Kicho: "Lastly, Mai."

(Hm? Me?)

With that remark, everyone instantly focused their gaze on me.

(W-What is it?)

Kicho: "I'd like you to stay where I can see you."

Kicho: "As the head of the trading post, I understand the importance of fairness to everyone, but could you allow me to be a little selfish?"

Mai: "Huh? WHAT!?"

The sudden special treatment in front of everyone made my face flush.

He came closer and took my hand, looking straight at me.

Kicho: "You can resume your work, but please do it in my room."

Kicho: "Though I'm still restricting your actions."

Mai: "O-Okay."

Seeing me nodding, everyone responded with applause and smiles.

With my face completely flushed, I repeatedly bowed to those around me, feeling embarrassed.

(I never thought I would get special treatment in public like this.)

(It's embarrassing and awkward, but I can't help but feel incredibly happy.)

As everyone started heading towards their respective tasks, he whispered in my ear so that only I could hear.

Kicho: "Sometimes, people can't resist their instincts."

Mai: "Fufu. That's true!"

With my heart throbbing in excitement for the sweet, binding life that would continue for a while, I nodded in agreement.

Part 1╎Part 2╎Premium End╎Epilogue

[kaizoku-musume]

Sitting Pretty

Entry #10 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. Link to the fic on AO3.

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Mitsuhide x OC

Word count: 2.2k

Prompts: Somnophilia | Cockwarming

Tohru sketched out the floral pattern of the outfit she was designing, explaining her process aloud for Mitsuhide, who was watching over her shoulder as she sat in his lap. She was showing him the fashion of her time, dresses and rompers and crop tops and skirts-everything she could remember, one by one, in roughly two hour long sessions twice a month.

Right now, they were approaching hour one, which is where Tohru always started to get a bit antsy. Mitsuhide had an arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her pressed against him and unable to fidget, which both helped and hindered her. Tohru’s legs were splayed out around Mitsuhide’s as he sat before the low table, and all she wanted was to be able to close them and give herself some relief.

Mitsuhide noticed her flagging attention, because of course he did. “Is something drawing your attention away?” he chuckled, shifting the slightest bit. Tohru bit her lip around a low noise, legs clenching around his. “I wasn’t aware that you find these sessions less engaging than I do,” Mitsuhide adopted a fake pout to his tone before seamlessly switching to a teasing lilt, “What must I do to encourage you to focus?”

“Don’t you get tired of making the same joke every time?” Tohru complained, unable to keep the whine out of her voice.

“Perhaps if you did not have the same reaction every time, I would be less inclined to point it out,” Mitsuhide traced a nonsensical shape on her bare thigh, trailing tantalizingly close to her core. Tohru took a deep breath to stave off asking for relief. She knew from experience that she wasn’t going to get to come before the full two hours. “Good girl,” Mitsuhide praised, and it was embarrassing, the way she flushed with pride.

“Don’t use my praise kink against me,” she grumbled, resisting the urge to adjust herself.  God, she could feel the way she clenched around the cock buried in her at his words. There was no way for her to ever hide anything from him, was there? She shouldn’t have said anything, either, because now Mitsuhide was going to-

“How can I resist when you tighten up so deliciously around me?” Mitsuhide said smugly.

-do that. Grumbling to herself, Tohru bucked down and furiously scribbled out the rest of the design. When did she ever learn? The best course of action was for Tohru to undergo a personality change so she wasn’t an easy target for Mitsuhide, but unfortunately that was impossible. So basically, she had no defense against him, and was in for another hour of torment that she could do nothing about.

Which he started immediately by seemingly absent-mindedly stroking the wrist of her free hand with his thumb. Tohru twitched at the ticklish feeling. Mitsuhide was definitely aiming for her most sensitive spots, trailing his thumb all the way down the length of her forearm before slowly dragging it back up, following the path of her vein. When Mitsuhide asked about her technique for figuring out which pattern worked best with which style, Tohru had to answer on autopilot, too distracted by Mitsuhide’s movements.

And that was pretty much how things went for the next half hour: Mitsuhide would drag his fingers and nails across the areas of her skin that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her center and ask questions that Tohru struggled to answer. It wasn;t until they were in the final half hour stretch that Mitsuhide kicked up his teasing.

Tohru didn’t have the capability to focus on how much time had passed, so she was always caught by surprise when Mitsuhide shifted gears. Today, he had been drawing swirls on her upper chest when he suddenly swept his hand down to palm her breast. Tohru’s drawing hand spasmed, a sharp line cutting through her sketch of a pair of boots.

“Oh dear,” Mitsuhide tutted, “what a shame. It was a wonderful rendition, and I enjoyed imagining you wearing them.” The arm Mitsuhide had around her waist was removed so he could sweep his fingertips up from her thigh to her foot. Tohru held still despite her newfound freedom. Prior knowledge made her aware that it was a test: if Tohru moved in order to seek her own pleasure, Mitsuhide would drag this out even longer. But if she let him do what he wanted and withstood this last stretch, Mitsuhide would reward her by fucking her at the end of the half hour.

Speaking of stretches, enduring this period was always the most difficult part; Mitsuhide’s cock was spearing her perfectly, her walls expanded to accommodate him, her opening forced wide around the base of his shaft. Tohru felt like a rubber band pulled taut, full of tension eager to release.

Mitsuhide kneaded the flesh of her breast, squeezing and releasing her tit like it was a stress ball, his fingernails digging into her skin, while his other hand lightly tickled her heel and arch. Tohru whimpered, her foot twitching in Mitsuhide’s grasp, but she managed not to grind against Mitsuhide’s cock. She had no idea how he managed to remain so calm and unmoving inside her-Tohru herself was in constant, if minimal, movement, tiny little shifts of her hips.

Mitsuhide circled her nipple and whispered right by her ear, “Have I rendered you incapable of speech so soon?”

“Please, touch me,” Tohru begged, knowing as she did so that if he acquiesced, it would just make it harder for her.

Mitsuhide laughed softly, kissing the shell of her ear. “What a bold request from my little mouse. How can I ever deny you.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb across her nipple until it hardened. When the bud had sufficiently stiffened, he took it between two fingers, squeezing and tugging in a maddening rhythm. Tohru moaned and leaned her head back on his shoulder, dropping her writing utensil, unable to force herself to draw.

Mitsuhide brought his other hand up the length of her leg, trailing along her inner thigh until it came to a rest at the edge of her mound, mere centimeters above her clit. “Do you think you can handle more?” he mused, his hand dipping down for just a second to tap at her clit. Tohru jolted, her body tensing at the sudden burst of sensation.

It would be an incredibly bad idea to ask for more. Tohru is so incredibly weak to pleasure, and Mitsuhide knew how to play her like a fiddle. Ten minutes hadn’t even passed. Yes, the smart thing to do would be to decline.

“I can do it,” Tohru said, like an idiot.

“My precious bell flower,” Mitsuhide cooed, “so eager to prove herself.” He obligingly drew his hand down to rub at her clit, matching pace with the fingers on her nipple. Tohru whined, fighting hard not to buck her hips into Mitsuhide’s touch. She arched her back, pressing her chest further into his grip in the hopes that focusing on her breast would get her to stop being so focused on the cock buried to the root inside her, filling her to the brim.

Yeah, fat chance.

Despite most likely being aware of her thought process, Mitsuhide humored her and added the scrape and dig of his nails to his ministrations. Every once in a while, he gave a particularly vicious twist and tug. “I do hope you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew,” he said.

All of that just made it worse. Tohru tightened around Mitsuhide, fighting the urge to squirm. This was a horrible moment to remember the last time he made her come from her nipples alone, especially because that seemed to be his goal this time. Her moans grew more and more high-pitched as she approached her peak until Mitsuhide gave one last harsh tug, pinching her nipple tight between his thumb and index finger as he repeated the motion on her clit and sent her tumbling over.

Stars bursting in her vision, Tohru had just enough presence of mind not to move her hips; instead, her upper torso writhed in Mitsuhide’s hold, hands coming to wrap around his wrist. Tohru panted heavily as she came down from her high, leaning against Mitsuhide for support.

Mitsuhide gently gripped her chin and angled her head so he could lean down and kiss her, soft and sweet, his tongue languidly exploring the cavern of her mouth. Tohru sighed, quickly getting caught up in the slow pace of Mitsuhide’s kiss, the way he lavished attention to every inch of her he could.

Which is why it was such a surprise when he traded the position of his hands: the one that had been playing with her left breast moved down to her clit, and the one slick with her juices went up to her other tit. At the touch of his fingers to her sensitive buds, Tohru whimpered into the kiss, overcome when it turned possessive. Mitsuhide nipped at her bottom lip, pressing his lips firmly against hers, tongue sliding against hers in a passionate fervor. 

Despite being a bit sensitive after her orgasm, Tohru easily lost herself in Mitsuhide’s attention. He was gentle with her clit, circling around it and randomly applying light, consistent pressure so as not to overwhelm her. He did not offer the same treatment to her breast. He played with her tit as roughly as he had the other one, though the wetness of his fingertips soothed the way a bit.

Tohru whined, two seconds away from begging Mitsuhide to just fuck her already. She could feel how embarrassingly wet she was, her slick pooling in Mitsuhide’s lap, her wet core soaking Mitsuhide’s cock. She near about sobbed when he collected some of her wetness dripping out the side of her slit, briefly prodding at where his cock stretched her out, to help his fingers slide smoothly across her clit, the slick sounds of him rubbing her just barely audible. The length of him impaled so deep in her felt like a hot brand, radiating scorching heat and hard as iron. Thank god he wasn’t nudging against her g-spot, but it was still agonizing, feeling her flesh constantly parted around him without the friction of movement.

Mitsuhide finally pulled back from kissing her to give her the opportunity to breathe and Tohru wasted no time in crying, “Mitsuhide, please, please, I need you!”

Mitsuhide, in a casual display of cruelty that Tohru had come to expect from him, simply brushed his nose against hers and said, “You’ll give me one more, won’t you? If you continue to be good for me, I might consider it.”

Tohru didn’t want to be good, she wanted to be fucked. One of her hands held onto his left wrist while the other came up to clutch at the back of his neck. She felt like she was fraying apart, and only her connection to Mitsuhide kept her solid and stable. All she could do was babble more pleas and hold on.

To her utter disappointment, Mitsuhide was taking his time this round, winding her up only to back off, slowing down his movements until her next orgasm was in the distance before starting the cycle all over again. Tohru shook with the effort not to roll her hips. She continued to beg and plead for mercy until tears fell from her eyes, but all Mitsuhide did was kiss her cheeks, licking up the salty tracks and offering empty, if sweet sounding platitudes.

Tohru had completely lost track of time, caught in the limbo of her never-ending pleasure. She silently urged time to pass faster, because her only relief would come at the end of the half hour mark. What felt like eons passed before Tohru noticed herself getting close again, only this time Mitsuhide kept stroking her, quickening his pace. “Yes, yes, please!” she shrieked, her limbs tightening in anticipation, stomach muscles contracting as her orgasm drew closer and closer. After a couple more firm, fast passes over her clit, Tohru came, her vision whitening and ears ringing from the intensity.

From far away, Tohru felt Mitsuhide gently work her through it before he moved onto soothing up and down her sides, avoiding driving her past the point of oversensitivity. Tohru rubbed her tear-stained cheeks and eyes as she came down, body twitching with aftershocks, her cunt sporadically squeezing around Mitsuhide’s cock.

“You did well,” Mitsuhide praised, “Even at the height of your orgasm, you managed to remain still.”

Did she really? There was a long moment where Tohru was completely unaware of what was going on, and it wouldn’t have surprised her if she had moved on instinct. It was possible Mitsuhide was lying to appease her. Either way, Torhru would take it-she had no more pride to lose. Two orgasms wasn’t going to stop her from getting what she wanted, not after enduring all that.

“Will you finally fuck me now?” she asked, feeling confident enough to wriggle her hips enticingly. If Mitsuhide changed his mind now, Tohru would just knock him to the ground and ride him.

Mitsuhide laughed and carefully arranged them so that he could lay Tohru down on the blanket spread out behind them, wrapping her legs around his waist as he settled above her. “My darling vixen, I will give you everything you desire,” Mitsuhide promised as he finally, finally moved.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Featherary day 3: Tickle spot

This is based on the 2nd chapter of the sanrio scout story 'cause I just loved that scene sm and decided to tickly-fy it x3

Plus I wanna write for other Ryuseitai members soo yeah- (rip Tetora)

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Shinobu x Niki (+ Midori & Mayoi) platonic

Lee: Niki

Ler: Shinobu

Warnings: Tickles!

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Mayoi happily walked into café Cinnamon, looking for his purple friend, when he was suddenly approached by Niki.

"Oh, you seem to be in a really good mood today Mayo~".

"Eek! A-am I being too obvious...?".

"Maybe not to others, but you can't fool my nose, y'know? You smell better than usual... like sweet cream... really makes me wanna have a bite~" Niki grinned mischeviously over at the nervous male.

"W-what?! B-but I'll taste terrible!".

Niki ignored his please as he slowly got closer to Mayoi, a teasy smug look on his face, as Mayoi only shrieked in fear.

...Somewhere else in Café Cinnamon...

Shinobu and Midori had gathered to eat some sweets alongside Mayoi, except their purple friend hadn't arrived yet. That's when Midori noticed him on the other side with Niki. "...What are those two doing over there?".

"Ahah, I wanted to ask that aswell..." Shinobu chuckled a bit nervously at their weird banter. " I feel like there's some grand conversation going on between them".

"It seems like they're fooling around but, don't you think their body contact is becoming fiercer?" Midori asked concerned as he noticed Niki trying to take a bite from Mayoi's cheek.

"Actually, they may be starting a fight?! What's going on? Lord Mayoi is supposed to be having desserts with us, but now he's gotten himself into some weird trouble?!".

They both got lost in thought for a moment as to what could be happening, before Midori spoke "Oh, I get it! They must be acting out some hero shows, like the ones Morisawa makes us do all the time! So, that's what you guys have been doing in the ninja club?".

"Are they really? I don't remember doing roleplays like this with Lord Mayoi..."

"Nahaha~ Now you can't escape from me, Mayo~".

"Eeeeeek!!! Where are you Chieftain?!"

Shinobu's head instantly perked up at Mayoi's shriek "H-hey! Lord Mayoi is calling my name! You're right Midori, it's time a hero- no, a ninja makes an entrance! Let's rescue him together!".

"What? Why am I also in this?".

"Please, Midori! I really need help from a comrade like you! No hero or ninja should run away in a time like this! Come with me!".

Shinobu took on a heroic stance "Yellow flames are the proof of hope! A miracle, shining a ray of light into the darkness! Here's RYUSEI Yellow: Shinobu Sengoku!".

Midori following after, albeit still a bit hesitant "G-green flames are the proof of kindness! Nature that grows infinitely! Here's RYUSEI Green: Midoro Takamine!".

The two heroes rushed over to the scene, Mayoi exclaiming in delight when his eyes fell upon the cute ninja "Chieftain!".

"Don't worry, Lord Mayoi! Call my name aloud, and I will sure come to your side wherever you are!"after reassuring Mayoi, Shinobu quickly turned his attention towards Niki. "And you! The "Hungry Café Baddie"!".

""Hungry Baddie"? You mean me? You Ryuseitai kids give pretty good nicknames".

"He's unexpectedly friendly?!" Shinobu exclaimed, feeling a bit unsure of himself. "Morisawa never taught us what to do in situations like these...".

Midori let out a sigh "As much as I agreed to tag along... it feels depressing that I want to run away so badly...".

Shinobu thought for a moment, before gaining back his heroic stance "I won't be deceived! I won't let you run around hurting the innocent anymore! Take this! "Ninja Art: The Ryuseitai Lightwave!". He jabbed Niki right in the stomach, causing him to let out a yelp.

"ACK-! H-hold on! That's my tickle spot!".

"Did you hear that, Midori? The "Hungry Baddie" is ticklish! Let's get him!" Shinobu sent Niki a teasy smirk as he launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around his midsection and scribbling wherever his small fingers would reach.

"W-wahait! S-stahap that you brahahat!" Niki giggled hysterically as he tried prying off the smaller male off of him.

"He's a real squirmer. Midori, hold him down!".

Midori let out the 500th sigh of the day. Feeling a bit hesitant, but he still complied to his partner's request, hooking his arms under Niki to prevent him from squirming too much "S-sorry about this...".

Niki raised a brow in suspicion before an ear-shattering squeal escaped his throat "WAH- HYAHAHAHA! N-NOT THEHEHERE!". Niki threw his head back in laughter as Shinobu dug all fingers into his stomach.

"My secret weapon! The RYUSEI tickle barrage!" Shinobu snickered at his own sillyness, not showing any mercy on poor Niki's belly.

"NAHAHA! T-THAT'S SO BAHAHAD!" poor Niki shrieked in laughter, his face crimson red.

"So, do you give up?!" Shinobu slowed down his fingers a bit, but still didn't let up.

"Ahahaha! O-okay! I-I gihihive...!" Niki wheezed in laughter, his eyes turning a bit teary. At that, Midori let go of him as Shinobu halted his tickly fingers. Niki instantly collapsing on a nearby couch.

"Victory is ours, Midori!" Shinobu pumped his fist in the air, while Midori only looked like he wanted to burry his head underground.

Once Niki regained his composure, he stood back up. Even though it was a fun encounter, he wasn't sure what all that was about "What was that all about?".

"Huh? I thought this is what you guys did in the ninja club".

"No, I thought you were hurting lord Mayoi so we came to rescue him!".

"Huh? I was just messing around with him. I'm used to messing around with my unitmates, but I guess I can see why you'd think differently. I'm sorry Mayoi".

"W-wait, I'm sorry. It was my fault for overreacting..." Mayoi apologized, feeling all shameful.

"No, it's my fault for jumping to such conclusions, I'm sorry...".

"Well... instead of feeling sorry, how about we eat some delicious desserts~ All that tickling left me pretty hungry" Niki managed to lightened up the mood as the other three nodded happily. He quickly went to whip up their tasty snacks, shortly after the four of them eating happily. Hopefully no one saw their weird hero show display, that for sure will embarrass Shinobu and Midori for days to come.

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I feel like this is so bad help-💀

[incorrectmidc]

Oh how the mighty have fallen. 😆😆😆

[ikementally-deficient]

Turnabout is fair play, boss.

[sortaotaku]

Part 7 of Nobunaga’s route in his POV is so much funnier.

He’s literally me. I’m the same amount of ticklish and I threaten death on people who try it on me too.

[yunohawkeye]

Uesugi/Takeda Forces + ticklish MC

Kenshin

He found out during a passionate kiss before heading into batte

He tried to grab your wrist but in the heat of the moment he missed your Hand and instead accidetally squeezed your waist

Kenshins expression turned concerned as he broke the kiss and eyed you up and down

You’re too precious to him to be injured

Has his bad luck also affected you and caused you pain?

But when you started laughing a smirk appeared on his face

“You seem to be quite sensitive. Now I’ll have something additional waiting for me when I come back“

WIth that said he turned around and went to battle and left you behind still startled

The whole time he spent fighting his enemies he was thinking about ways to make you squirm more

Prepare yourself

He’s not going to go easy on you

He won’t only tease you on front of others to show that you belong to him (Shingen’s always so dramatic about it ^^) but also traps you under him and makes you beg for mercy

But it’s not meant in a bad way

He loves seeing you at his mercy

It reminds him that you’re his and that you’re not going anywhere

It reminds him that you love him enough to stay

Shingen

He finds out during your sexy time -w-

You were about to finish your buisness when he let his hand graze over your torso, pulling a trigger which made you stiffen up for a moment and start laughing/giggling

Shingen doesn’t freeze up or stops his doing like the others

This guy has been with many women before so this isn’t all to new for him

He leans forward and whispers in your ear

“Ah~ My goddess seems to have hidden some marvelous sounds from me. Lucky me for finding the right places to let those loose~“

As if to prove his point he tickled you again

With him it’s just gonna be an addition to the sensations he’s giving you

For example your kisses in the hallway will now contain a light squeeze on your waist to make you smile into the kiss

There will be light teasing on days when he feels a little bit rougher but that’s all

This guy is just a 6′1 teddy bear full of fluff~

Yukimura

He finds out during a date on a field

You two were sitting next to each other when a sudden rush of confidence overcame him and he tried to grab your hand

Unlucky him he timed it exactly when you had to sneeze and held your hand up to your nose

So instead of grabbing your hand he accidentally squeezed you right above your hip which startled you and made you laugh out loud

He instantly apologized with a light blush on his cheeks and asked if everything was ok

Hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do

Even after you told him that you’re just quite ticklish there was still a slight look of confusion written over his face

Smirking you quickly squeezed his waist which caused him to jerk up and let out some undefinable noises escape his mouth while an intense blush spread over his whole face

But now it’s unlucky you

Due to him having no control over his body for a moment you felt a hand smack you in the face

“OH MY GOD! MC! I’M SO SORRY!“

He instantly takes you into his arms

“I’ll protect you from now on and prevent that from happening again!“

After you calmed him down and finally stopped his rant of apologizing to you constantly it started to rain and you took shelter in a little hood a few meters away

“You know... Even though the whole incident wasn’t all too... well.. happy or good... I guess the sound you made was kind of cute“

Right now you could just sell him as a tomato in town

From then on there were some occasions where he `accidentally` tickled you during some time alone (and him always blushing heavily after)

Sasuke

Okay, with this one it’s gonna be while cuddling in a tree (fight me on this but I can see them doing that ^^)

You were seated on his lap with one hand of yours intertwined

His other hand was brushing up and down your arm as if he tried to warm you

But one time his fingers accidentally came too close to your shoulders and your sensitive skin there started to tingle

In a moment you freezed up and started laughing which caused you to loose balance

But the moment you were about to fall Sasuke catched you

“MC? Are you alright?“

After you told him that you were just quite ticklidh there he instantly understood

“That’s good to know. The feeling of being tickled produces happiness hormones which make the person smile more and be happier. So please forgive me if I make use of this technique in the future“

He himself was quite ticklish, too when he came here but due to his ninja training he got enough self control to keep the urge to laugh hidden now

From then on he’ll always lightly tickle you to help you through a rough day

But your nerdy ninja will ask you almost every time for permission

Yay~ Finally finished it ^^

I’m sitting on a few new scenarios but I don’t know how long it will take to write them. But I hope you’ll still enjoy it ^^

And I have to give some special thanks to @the-devilkings-chatelaine for helping me with the Kenshin and Yukimura one! You really helped me out of my writing blockade ^^

[undersero]

So Well

this is my contribution to march magic, the server collab for @buttershouse

please note: i originally chose for my work to take place during sengoku period japan, but overall there is little significant or identifying factors to support this, so generally it's more of an old world au.

pairing: shinsuke kita x fem reader

warnings: arranged marriage (but kita and reader are in love bc i'm a sap), unprotected vaginal sex, gushing, era-appropriate mentions of the gods/ a higher power, passing mention of era-appropriate expectations regarding sex, flirty and playful kita

word count: 3.2k

**this work is intended for 18+ audiences only. minors do not interact. do not repost this work.**

Kita is a very gentle, loving husband. His hands, calloused from work, always touch you tenderly. Fingertips graze your cheeks as he gazes at you, eyes full of fondness. Soft, sturdy palms smooth over your hair as you lay your head on his chest. Heavy, meaningful nudges as he slides his arms around your waist and smooths his hands up over your breasts. Strong and capable arms tug you into his side while you lay in your bed, being surrounded by his warmth and comfort.

He does little things for you, too. Kita loves preparing your tea for you in the afternoon. It’s never anything special, simple Jasmine tea with a dollop of honey, but he takes great pride in making it for and presenting it to you. He easily reaches tall things and can move things that your arms cannot securely move. More often than you’d initially ever expected, Kita flirts with you- little winks, sometimes he pokes your ticklish sides, tugs affectionately on your hair, kisses the top of your head, bumps your noses together gently.

Kita, who is still so stuck in his ways and his routine, so carefully and lovingly fit you into it so seamlessly it was as if you’d been there all along. He took time for you, to acclimate you into what life on the farm was like; and it was here, amongst all the patience and kind, reassuring smiles, that you truly fell in love with him.

Each morning and each evening, he goes through the garden with you, picking what’s ripe, plucking weeds as needed, and watering. It’s quiet, as things normally are when there’s work to be done, but it’s never awkward. It’s more comfortable than you could have ever imagined. Love doesn’t need constant chatter, and for the two of you, silence works just as well.

Kita is a supportive, loving husband. You couldn’t have chosen a better one if you’d been given the chance.

And if you had been given the chance, if you got to keep what you knew about Kita, you’d pick him every time.

One year ago, when all this started, when you met your future husband for the first time, you were indifferent about the arrangement, and so was he. Being married wasn’t about love or desire, not in the world you two lived in; instead, being married solely revolved around connections, prestige, and social standing. The only silver lining you’d allowed yourself to hope for was that your future husband would be handsome.

And he was. When you first saw him, you were taken aback by his features. You adored and continue to enjoy the direct, honest way he looked at you, how he carried himself with such pride and reliability. The first time you held his hand, feeling it so warm and rough, but gentle all the same, it felt like you’d simply float away, up into the clouds. It was nice. It comforted you, and comfort in love was a luxury you hoped for, but one you never thought you could afford.

One year… it seems both like a lifetime and a second. But now you couldn’t imagine yourself being anywhere else, or being with anyone else. The choice to marry Kita was never yours, but it was one you would make again and again if you could.

Kita, a man of honest words and sometimes hurtful truths, would pick you over and over, too. It was like the gods had been watching you both your whole lives and wove your fates together as a blessing to you both.

Presently, the night is dark and quiet. Millions of stars shine overhead, and a light breeze rustles the broad, green leaves of the trees surrounding your home. Fireflies flicker in the fields and insects chirp. In the distance, an owl hoots. Your barn is closed up for the evening, and from within comes the soft, distant sounds of your resting livestock. All is calm and quiet.

Soft sheets whisper against your bed as Kita pulls them back and slides in next to you. You know he’s in a mood, a playful one, when he gently tugs your book from your hands, careful to slide the bookmark back inside so you don’t lose your page. Even when he’s being frisky, he’s thoughtful, and this fact is just as exciting to you as the way he starts kissing your cheek and rubbing your sides.

“Hope I’m not interrupting,” he mumbles, sliding his lips over to yours. You smile against his lips, sliding your hands through his soft hair and tugging, just a little, at the nape of his neck.

“Only a little bit,” you tell him, giving his hair another tug as he groans at the first one. You nudge your noses together before continuing, “but something tells me you aren’t bothered that you interrupted. Not really, at least.”

He hums thoughtfully, as if considering what you’ve said, though you both know fully well that not only did he know he was interrupting, he’d planned on it and fully intended to do so.

“How lucky I am to have such a smart wife who knows me so well,” he says, sliding his hands over your hair.

“Shinsuke, you flatter me,” you chide, heat blossoming through your body as your heart flutters.

“It’s only a portion of what you deserve, dear.”

“Is that so?” you ask, voice quivering the tiniest bit around the edges. Anticipation sets in.

“Mmmm, it is,” he hums, kissing along your face once again before kissing down to the side of your throat, nosing at your pulse and using a gentle but heavy hand to tilt your head to grant him more access to the soft, delicate skin.

“Care to indulge me?” he asks against your throat, “Let me give you more?”

Your heart pounds harder in your chest and suddenly, the space between you and your husband is too vast. You need him closer, more immediate, you need to feel his skin against yours and his mouth on every part of your body.

“How could I say no when you ask so nicely?”

Your voice comes out like a whisper, it’s shaky and needy in a way you’ve only discovered with this man, with your husband, in your bed. Kita slides on top of you, your book tumbling to the floor with a thump and the noise falling on deaf ears. He quickly slides one of his thighs between yours and captures your mouth in a loving, needy kiss.

His lips are soft, but slightly chapped, a side effect from working long hours in the sun. The way his mouth molds to yours is like a dream, something that brings butterflies to your belly, especially when he’s on top of you like this. It’s something you never expected to enjoy, and never expected to desire.

“You,” Kita murmurs, pulling away just enough to speak, his lips moving tantalizingly against yours, “are such a sweet little thing. My sweet little wife.”

Your cheeks burn as shyness washes over you like a tidal wave. By some stroke of luck, Kita doesn’t dwell on this or the adorable way you get so shy when he speaks so sweetly to you. Instead, he presses his lips against yours once more, kissing you with more urgency than he had been.

His hands, both gentle and rough, slide up underneath your night shirt, caressing your sides. You arch your back slightly, sharply inhaling as his hands softly grope the swell of your breasts, thumbs circling the peaking nipples.

He smiles so wide when you whimper that it breaks the kiss.

“You sound so lovely,” he whispers to you, nudging your noses together. The tenderness in the moment and his action makes you shiver, the trill in your spine increasing as Kita slides a hand out from under the fabric of your shirt and tilts your chin up to meet his gaze.

It’s private and intimate, the way he’s looking at you. His cheeks are a little pink, partially from the sun, partially from the close proximity to you. Your husband’s eyes are dark with excitement and anticipation, though he still looks at you with such warmth and devotion that it’s easy to forget, as you so often do, that you hadn’t picked this man for yourself. But you would, again and again. And he’d pick you.

“I wish you could see yourself as I see you,” he murmurs, more for his own benefit than for yours, as he strokes your face tenderly with his fingertips. Finally, you find your voice.

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” you say, a nervous smile pulling at your lips. “You deserve to see...how… good and wonderful I think you are.”

He smiles again. Your heart stops.

Kita, your loving, gentle husband, always makes love to you. He doesn’t fuck you, he doesn’t have sex with you. He makes love to you, and that distinction is hugely important, though it’s not something either of you really address or talk about. You were his first. He was yours, as was expected, and as was appropriate and respectable.

He touches you with the utmost adoration, each moment your skin is touching is saturated in love and devotion. Kita is careful to make every thrust, every kiss, every touch meaningful, and he never fails. He excels when it comes to making you feel good, when it comes to making you feel like you matter, that you’re the center of his world, even though you’d only wandered into it barely a year ago under circumstances beyond either of your controls.

Kita loves you, he’s gentle with you, but that doesn’t mean he loves you any less hard; if anything, it only makes his love for you more potent, and when he shows you, it’s something so beautiful and pure that you can’t question it, not even if you wanted to. Kita loves you. You know this. You love Kita, and he knows.

Tonight is no different.

As your night shirts come off with the whisper of soft cotton on skin, and as Kita presses his torso against yours, warmth encompasses you. Warmth from proximity, from his sun-kissed skin, from your own love and adoration, and from the butterflies filling your gut. This is neither the first nor the last time your husband makes love to you, but it’s thrilling, as always. Exciting. New. Exhilarating.

Kita smells clean, like soap. He takes great care to wash each day when he returns from the fields; the soft, mild scent fills your nostrils as Kita starts working his lips down your neck once more, hands expertly smoothing over every inch of skin he can reach.

You slide your hands down his sides, one diving between his legs and palming his stiffening cock, a movement that has Kita nipping slightly more sharply on your neck than he had been, and it’s this slight twinge of pain that makes you mewl in delight. It almost feels like Kita’s blushing cheeks will burn your skin, and you love it. You love making him feel this way, making him so bashful… you liked knowing that you had his heart in a special way that no one else would have, and that no one else could know.

Soon, Kita’s breath is labored and his cock is throbbing. His right hand has slid between your legs as well. Deliciously rough fingers slide over your slick, sensitive folds, causing whines and gasps to fall off your lips before you can even register them.

Then, his thumb grazes over your swollen clit, the tiny nub sending a ripple of pleasure through your body that’s so strong it makes you shutter. It isn’t delicate or dainty; your shoulders heave and shake and you gasp, guttural grunt leaving your lips as you do. Something in Kita changes, then, because he’d never heard that sound from you before. He’d never seen you move like that, react to him in such an instinctive and almost animalistic way. He wanted more of it. He needed to make you do it again.

Another swipe. A similar reaction. Another, a similar. Repeat.

Soon, tears sting the corners of your eyes, your hand around Shinsuke’s cock has stilled, hasn’t moved since the first time he touched your clit like that. Wetness spreads through your folds at an obscene rate, making you feel embarrassed but aroused in equal measure. Kita’s eyes meet yours, the darkness of them taking your breath away before his lips crash into yours.

It’s a breathless few moments with mouths and tongues clashing and lips being sharply nipped with clumsy teeth. Your heart hammers against your chest and you swear you can feel the outline of each rib as it does- you swear you can hear each blood cell as it rushes through your ears, you swear the room is spinning as desire overwhelms you, threatens to pull you under and never let you go, threatens to drown you-

“I love you,” says Shinsuke, his soft but ragged-with-desire voice breaking through your thoughts. You blink. The tip of his nose barely touches yours as he gazes down at you with lidded eyes.

Something about his gaze is so intimate that it makes you feel more exposed than you already are in your naked state. You swear that, in that moment, he really sees you, sees everything you ever thought and everything you are, and everything you hope to be. Everything. All of it. Kita sees it and still loves you and that’s terrifying.

But you know that the secrets he sees will be safe. You know he loves you.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, as if you’re in a sacred temple, “I love you more than anything.”

He smiles again, and you’re breathless. And he’s kissing you again.

And then he’s sliding into your core, going slowly and steadily like he always does. It’s natural for him, it’s second nature at this point. Rushing you or hurting you just so he can get some relief doesn’t interest him. If you’re pleased, then so is he. If you feel good, he does, too.

Your cunt is warm and inviting. Kita is amazed with it, as usual, brow furrowing and bottom lip catching between his teeth as he sheaths himself in the wet heat. You’re suddenly so full of him that you swear you can feel the tip of his cock pressing against the back of your throat. It’s still something you’re getting used to, but you trust Kita, and this does feel good, and before your thoughts can travel any further, he’s swiping his thumb over your clit again.

The pleasure that spasms through you is a different kind. Being so full, being so close, it made you feel everything more strongly, and the whine that left your lips was more high-pitched than any you’d let out previously. Your brows pinch together in pleasure as goosebumps cover your arms.

“You like that, hm?” Kita wonders aloud, voice so rugged with pleasure and so playful that it makes you want to scream and start fucking yourself down on his cock as quickly as possible.

He must be able to read your mind. That’s the only way Kita possibly knows what you’re thinking about, what you’re aching for.

And he starts thrusting slowly, his strong hips moving in a slow, strong, reliable rhythm, one that’s steady but quickly has your eyes rolling shut. Shinsuke’s cock, thick and veiny, drags along your velvet walls, nudging against sweet little nooks that make you whimper in pleasure, pressing against little bundles of nerves that make your toes curl.

You wrap your arms around Kita’s neck, wrapping your legs around his waist, in turn pushing him deeper into your cunt, making you both gasp with pleasure. After a moment to readjust, Kita starts rocking is cock back into you again and finds that steady pace once more. He leans in and presses his lips against yours, leading you into a series of messy, loving kisses that only make your head spin even further. You swear your heart may explode with the love you have for this man and for the way he treats you and how he loves you so perfectly, just the way you need.

You pull away after a moment, pressing your face into his shoulder, once again smelling his soap, but now being confronted with his musky, comforting scent that is solely your husband’s.

It isn’t long before you’re grabbing at him desperately, pressing closer as his hips jerk into you at less controlled speeds, signalling to you easily that Kita is losing his grip on any control he has and is quickly giving in to the delicious and carnal offerings of your core.

Kita groans as you rake your hands through his hair, tugging it and making it stand out at all odd angles, disheveling his normally put-together appearance. His eyes are bleary now, dark as you feel his stomach start to twitch and clench against your own, a sure-fire indication that your husband is going to cum, and soon.

Your cunt clenches around Kita as your own orgasm approaches, and instead of the mind-numbing and goosebump-causing pleasure the swipes to your clit brought at the beginning, each time Kita’s thumb presses against your hard, sensitive, aching little nub, shockwaves of pleasure, almost to the point of pain, shoot through your entire body.

Soon, it’s all too much, and you can’t hold yourself together any longer, not when he’s making love to you so perfectly. You clench almost violently before you feel your orgasm burst forth, gushing around Kita’s cock like the water which escapes a broken dam.

And Shinsuke can’t hold on, not when you’re milking him like that, not when you’ve gushed around him so nicely. He cums, hips pressing forward wildly for a few seconds and then stilling as he moans your name, pressing his forehead into the side of your face.

For several minutes, it’s quiet. From outside, the owl hoots once more in the distance. The breeze rustles the leaves and the insects continue singing their nighttime ballads. Your heart, as well as Kita’s, slows from its breakneck pace, returning to normal, and the glowing, warm pleasure that encompasses your bodies ebbs away at its own pace.

You’re almost afraid to let go, clutching your husband so tightly for comfort, like he’s your lifeline, that letting go seems like a huge step you can’t take. Kita sighs, a smile tugging at his lips, and grabs your hips to pull you more snugly to him.

“I suppose I should have bathed after I came to bed,” he murmurs against your skin, and you huff out a giggle.

Bathing is the furthest thing on your mind- all you can think about is being tethered, held to the earth by your husband’s strong arms. You couldn’t imagine life elsewhere, or with another. Luckily, you’ll never have to- you and Shinsuke will live out your days on the farm, surrounded by your rice, your livestock, and a spouse who loves you so well.

**this work is intended for 18+ audiences only. minors do not interact. do not repost this work.**

[akitsuneswife]

made an OC recently for ikemen sengoku and just came up with this <3 her name is Aya, she's a 24 year old widow. i will eventually post more about her. meanwhile enjoy this:

Aya doesn't like to feel powerless at all. she had a gun before, on her house, and she regrets having left it behind. behind in these warring times without her own way to protect herself? not good, at all

so when she learns Nobunaga has a gun, she decides to ask for one, which greatly amuses him

"so our little fireball wants a gun? you're full of surprises"

he refuses tho

she is so insistent that he proposes a bet: if she manages to beat him at Go, he will give her a gun. lose and he will reclaim a part of her body

they decide to play three times (on different days) and she ends up losing. so he tries to reclaim 'his price', except she kicks him in the face (surpringly hard) the moment he touches her feet. she's quite ticklish there.

he seems a little pained, as she kicked his nose and oh my god it's bleeding

make no mistake, Aya is not a stranger to blood but maybe hurting Nobunaga Oda, who would not hesitate to kill her if he pleased, wasn't a good idea (not that she did it on purpose. but c'mmon he could have warned me!)

if he says anything, she can't hear it as she quickly getd up and runs from the tenshu to her room

she actually encounters Hideyoshi on the way and he reprimands her for running on the halls

once in her room, adrenaline finally goes down and she takes a few moments to breath deep

Hideyoshi will kill me the moment he finds out I made his lord bleed

she's a little frantic as she looks around in her room for something she could use to defend herself if someone came to throw her in jail or kill her (she has not forget the first night where Masamune pointed a sword to her neck). however she finds nothing

nothing happens that night. nor the next morning. so Aya decides to simply stay locked up on her room

is this where is safest, for now

[littlegrrl7]

A Devil’s Heaven

Smutty Excerpt preview Chapter 13

Ikemen Sengoku- Nobunaga/OC

Sex against a window and cutting her out of her clothes. AO3 link to the full work posted at the end.

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 He covered her lips with his again, smothering the words. Fingers went to the unfamiliar lacings at her back, plucking at them until he felt the upper part of her garment start to loosen. She laughed moving away from him.

 “I can get it, before you hopelessly tangle me into my bodice,” her eyes flashed to his katana, “Or cut me out of it.”

 He moved forward crowding her against the cool panes of the window, holding one of her wrists above her head. Her eyes got large in surprise and Nobunaga studied them in the bright moonlight. It wasn’t resistance he saw, or fear. Each intake of breath swelled her breasts against the snug fabric. He leaned in closer, then trailed his tongue over that tempting expanse of flesh. Her fingers flexed above her head and she struggled lightly, testing him. With a grin Nobunaga spun her, pressing her body to the window overlooking the harbor. Her breath fogged the glass marring her reflection. One hand still held her arm pinned, the other slipped down the lacings, then drew a tanto from his belt.

 As he slid the blade under the ties Chiara’s eyes fluttered closed with a low moan. His breath whispered against her cheek:

 “I’ll buy you another dress, as many as you like.” He felt her tremble. Fear or desire? He’d find out soon enough. The sharp blade slid up her back severing the crisscrossed ribbons and her bodice slipped from her shoulders. With a grin he slid the short blade between her waist and the many layers of skirts, easily parting the fabric and leaving it all to pool around her ankles. With a flick of his wrist, the knife was sheathed. Slowly he lowered her arm allowing her top to fall from her body leaving her in a whisper thin undergarment. Her breath was almost panting, Chiara’s eyes flicked back to meet his.

 Anticipation rode in a sea of blue.

 Oh, she was a treasure.

 His fingers went to her hair removing any pins the wind hadn’t stolen. He wanted to see all of her again. Hands lifted the light undergarment, exposing first red stockings encasing her legs to the mid-thigh, wide black satin ribbons held the fabric in place.

 Nobunaga licked his lips.

 Higher and the plush round globes of her pale bottom shone in the moonlight. Those perfect curves, he loved how wide she was at the hip. His hands cupped that tempting flesh, and Chiara let out the most delicious little gasp he’d ever heard.

 Higher he lifted the silky bit of fabric, letting it brush her dark striped waist, then the mounds of her large beautiful breasts. He tugged it over her head, letting her golden hair slide back down over one shoulder.

 Her hands were still splayed on the glass, and a small smile traced his lips as he slowly pieced together her desires.

 And just how well they matched his.

 He watched her expression in the window, his hands stroking over her bare skin, how she trembled with need, that small lick of her lips. He waited until she raised her eyes again, locking gazes with him through the mirrored surface. Anyone could see her naked and pressed against the window if a boat were to float past. She was on display, so lovely in that silvery light, and for this night she was his. Nobunaga’s hand twined in her hair gently pulling her head back so he could taste the flesh of her neck.

 Chiara let out another strangled little moan, eyes fluttering closed.

 He continued down her back, his lips caressing the red lines left on her skin from her corsetry. He tongued along her spine, a small grin curled his lips as he felt her legs go briefly unsteady. Then he kneeled, his teeth sinking into one soft cheek.

 “Nobunaga!” she hissed between clenched teeth, her fingers now clawlike, curling against the glass. He lapped at the abused flesh, then bit her again, His hands gripping her hips to hold her still.

 “Nnnnggghhh…” She struggled, pressing back against him. He raised his arm, laying it across the small of her back and pinning her firmly. She stilled and with a satisfied hum, he finally spoke.

 “Slide your legs apart for me, Chiara,” his sonorous voice lingered on the syllables of her name, “Allow me to taste you.”

 Her legs parted, sliding with a rustle from the puddle of her velvet skirts. But he didn’t taste her, oh not yet. He let the cool air caress her wet sensitive skin. His mouth going to the black bows on her thighs, Teeth tugging until they untied. His hot hands caressed down her leg rolling the stocking off.

 He could hear her heartbeat, so loud and fast in her chest. She trembled under him as his teeth closed over the other ribbon.

 “I’ll perish from wanting you at this rate,” she whispered, her body sagging against the glass. Slowly he tugged the ribbon, letting it fall to the floor. His blunt fingers caressed her skin, rolling the smooth silk stocking downward.

 “But you do want me?” He murmured, pressing his lips to the back of her knee. She jerked a little as if ticklish, but the hand on her leg held her firmly in place.

 “Yes.”

 He kissed higher, nuzzling into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The scent of her infused his senses, the sweet rum and salty ocean that always clung to her flesh. Higher and her thighs were slick with desire for him. He let out a low chuckle, the heat of his breath caressing her skin.

 “It would seem you are very eager, Chiara.” Nobunaga glanced up in time to see a reflection of her rolling her eyes, even white teeth bit down on her lower lip. But no response was forthcoming. His large hands encircled her legs, spreading her wider then cupped her cheeks. Chiara moaned, leaning into the glass pane, her back arching presenting that sweet pink flesh to him. His first taste set her pleading cries echoing the room. He took his time nuzzling and exploring, immersing himself in her sweet softness. When she tried to turn to face him, his fingers dug into her plush hips, holding her for his pleasure. But his mouth was far too busy to form words of admonishment.

 Chiara pushed into him, her cries louder the tighter his fingers pressed her hips. He took her right to the edge, then withdrew. His hand lightly smacking across her left cheek as he stood.

 “Face me,” it was more growl than words but she instantly complied.

 He pulled the doublet off dropping it to the floor, then the dark silk shirt. Her eyes hazed over, dark with lust as she leaned back against the window. Her gaze skimmed over the expanse of his chest; That look said everything he needed to hear. The desire in Chiara’s eyes made every carnal thought in him roar to life. He wanted her so many different ways, all at once, there didn’t seem to be enough time. Enough time for them, enough time to pack everything he desired into one evening or even a handful of evenings. A small part of him already despaired at the loss of her companionship.

 She seemed to sense this hesitation and her hands went to his pants, undoing the unfamiliar bindings, then slowly sliding them downward until she knelt before him.

 Her lips closed over him and his head went back, eyes closing. He could feel her hair tickling against his thighs with each small movement. If only he could spend forever in this moment. Nobunaga fisted her shining gold hair as her mouth moved over him more insistently.

 No. This wasn’t how he wanted to finish in her.

 Nobunaga looked down, entranced for the moment at how Chiara gave herself to him, so fully without request. Then he lifted her to stand, higher, urging her to wrap her legs around her hips as his hands scooped under her bottom pulling her against him. They leaned against the fogged glass, his eyes met hers.

 So dark, her blue eyes were nearly black in lust. He stared at her for a long moment, feeling his length stroke against her hot entrance. Just a small nudge and her eyes widened but didn’t leave his.

 “Yes,” Chiara whispered against his lips, “I need to feel you inside me again.”

 Her breasts pressed to his chest, still chilled from the glass, she gasped from the heat of him, the stretching, the way she pulsed around his cock. Deeper and she was pleading, he growled low as she clenched around him, thighs trembling.

 “Not yet, my radiant sun, relax and let me make love to you,” the words slipped from his lips without thought. But she relaxed her tight grip, allowing the rest of him to glide into her with a thrust.

 Chiara’s heels dug into his back and he thought he would go mad with the pleasure of it, too many sensations all at once. She was gasping with each thrust and he covered her mouth, tongue plunging in to steal every cry. He suddenly wanted this all to himself, not to share the noises she made, those were his, for his ears alone. She returned the kiss fiercely, her fingers twining into his hair. Her hips bucking wildly into his. He wanted to be deeper, to feel all of her. With a groan of frustration, he lifted her from the window spinning them in place to lay her out on the bed. There. Nobunaga paused, looking down at Chiara. Her eyes were on his, and she smiled before pulling him back down to her, her legs wrapping higher around his torso, the sweet squeeze of her thighs against his ribs. He grasped her wrists in his hands, pinning them to either side of her hips, and was rewarded with a tight clench around his cock.

 “Harder? Do you like it rough, Chiara?”

 Her teeth gnashed together in a feral grin, “please.”

 Releasing one wrist he grasped her hair yanking it back, his mouth instantly on her throat, teeth bit followed by the lathe of his soothing tongue. She muffled her cries into his shoulder, grinding against him harder. She struggled, pushing against him, testing his strength. And he drove into her until she was left breathlessly incoherent.  Her back arched and the tightness of her body rippling around his meant he couldn’t hold back. Low moans vibrated against her lips as he swallowed down her orgasmic cries.

 Chiara fell limp, her legs unlocking from around his waist. He felt himself leave the cradle of her body, but wasn’t willing to give up her embrace. Rolling to his side he took Chiara with him, letting her rest on his broad chest. After long moments her breathing evened out, and her breath tickled his flesh with a soft chuckle.

 “I could easily get addicted to you,” her sleepy voice held a fondness that made his heart leap in his chest.

 “I think, I would enjoy that,” he answered, brushing a kiss on her forehead.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28048281/chapters/68713227

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Hehe we talked about it 2 seconds ago and here i am😂😂can ya pretty please write an wardrobe hc for ikesen plz (whick ever of the sweet bois u want) of how they would react to MC who loves wearing gym/exercise clothes ie i only wear tights, sports bra and crop tops like they are sooo comfortable ❤🔥🥰 thanx love ❤🌻

😂 asdfghjkl. Ded. Okay, okay let’s get down to this. 

Context: I joked around that I would give out headcanons for those who want if they give me a description of their wardrobe. 

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Characters: I’m aiming for the whole cast and I did it! Yes! 

Oda Nobunaga 

His first reaction is curiosity. What is this style? What are these clothes you wear and what are they made from? He wouldn’t mind that it is so revealing, scandalising so, in fact he would probably enjoy it and make an indecent joke or two.

If you’re intimate with him he will make sure that you only wear those clothes in private, when it is only you and him. He doesn’t need you to scandalise the rest of his men, but he definitely doesn’t want them to see your skin as much as he does.

I can see him jokingly pull out a fundoshi (Japanese traditional underwear) to compare to your clothes and then laugh about it very loudly.

Will definitely make the above joke when you first meet and he summons you to the war meeting in your usual clothes. It will be humiliating, but then he will offer you some era-appropriate clothes.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi 

Scandalised. He will screech like a victorian governess about the inappropriateness of your clothes. Immediately throws his coat over you.

Will always be nagging at you to wear something more appropriate, or to think of your position. “You’re dragging the name of Lord Nobunaga down!” -- though he means well and actually is looking out for you, but do please, argue with him, don’t have him talk to you like that.

After a while he will just carry an extra cloak with him to throw over you. “Hideyoshi, aren’t you warm with that second coat?” “Yes, yes, I am, but I got to protect the dignity of my lord!”

Again, I wish to press the fact that he is more worried about your well-being than Nobunaga’s name, he just says it is for the sake of his lord’s reputation, because that honestly is easier to argue about for him.

Ieyasu Tokugawa

What is this? Why is he always turning around and heading for the other way? Is he avoiding you? What? Ieyasu Tokugawa will not deal with the extra skin.

Will probably also throw an extra blanket or cloak over you. “You look cold, you should wear more clothes.”

He really can’t be honest about it, but the extra skin, the form-fitting clothes, they are the reason why he can’t look you in the eye. There is so little left to the imagination and he is still a man and oh gosh, he is blushing.

Please don’t confront him about the fact that he is trying to avoid you. He will make up some sharp excuse and say something he regrets in regards to your clothes and oh, the shame.

Mitsuhide Akechi

Well, this is interesting. Are fabrics expensive from where you come from? Is that why you wear so little? Another result of poverty, or some outrageous sense of fashion that he isn’t aware of yet?

Would see the practicality in the form-fitting tights. They do help with movement, but still, are they also supposed for seduction? Definitely an effective distraction mechanism.

Will make little jokes about how you are probably wearing kid-sized clothing, because that top really should be covering more than just your chest.

Yes, he will tickle you. Your waist will be the main target, because if you are going to reveal that so easily he is going to take advantage of that. I hope you aren’t ticklish.

Masamune Date

It is canon that he (dis)likes our modern undergarments, I think? So, modern gym wear? Count him a fan.

Plenty to see, just enough covered for him to still enjoy. It is bold, it is flashy, it is just his style.

If you ask him he will probably try a crop top or the tights. He will have to say he prefers the crop top, they are nice and flowy. Perfect for a hot day of training, or when in the kitchen. The tights he isn’t a fan of, they feel like they are pressing the blood circulation out of his legs.

Probably the most enthusiastic of the bunch to see and learn more about modern clothes and especially exercise (read: gym) clothes. Your world sounds fascinating and very practical!

Mitsunari Ishida

I can actually see him being blissfully unaware of the extra skin and the form-fitting clothes. He won’t realise it until it is pointed out and even then he won’t see anything wrong with it.

“If you’re comfortable you should wear them!” he will say. “You always look good to me!” he will compliment.

Honestly will be the nicest about it from the bunch. This man is a god-given gift, an angel who fell down to the earth and forgot his wings.

When the weather gets chillier he will worry about you, however. “Ah, are you sure you don’t want anything warmer and more comfortable?” he will ask, but he won’t force you into anything if you tell him no.

Ranmaru Mori

Everyone’s little brother will be a little confused over your dress. What did you call it now? A crop-top?

I feel that, if you have him wear your clothes he will rock them, and even enjoy them. It is like having a little sibling that you can dress up and the likes.

“What? Why are you calling me cute! You are the cute one!” he exclaims, though he does enjoy the attention given, and the colours that crop-tops come in. The tights can stay away, though.

Will be a little bit conscious of your somewhat revealing wardrobe, but will try not to act scandalised about it. He tries to respect you for your choices, even if he worries for your safety and the eyes of the rest of the men.

Yukimura Sanada

He will blush. A lot. And act very scandalised. Mostly because he has no idea how to react to your wardrobe, but also because he can’t get his mind out of the gutter.

“I’m a man too, you know!” he will warn you. Cue confused expression, because what does he mean with that? Gosh, Yuki, no, it isn’t because you’re not considered a man, doof. #misunderstanding.

Will hide you in his sleeves when given the chance. Kimonos have wide sleeves and that means fabric that can cover you up. He will probably not think of carrying an extra cloak with him, because it is Yuki.

“Is this your secret to seducing the Oda-forces!” he will accuse you. Goodbye witchcraft, it is definitely the clothes that are to blame.

Shingen Takeda

“Is this how the gods above dress?” he jokes, appreciating the fashion and how it accentuates your figure.

Though, he will joke around that he will die of blood loss before his illness because of you.

“It is just me, or is it rather hot in here?” he jokes, stripping off his own top.

This man will appreciate it and try to match himself to it as well. It will be a show for sure.

Kenshin Uesugi

Will start out with his usual misogynistic remarks. “Trying to seduce my men, wench?” he says with enough malice.

Though, when he warms up to you he will mind your dress in a whole other way. “If you aren’t careful I will have to hide you,” he warns.

You will see that cage a lot faster than you did before and it is your wardrobe that is to blame. Not that he will let you out if you start dressing more era-appropriately.

Does not enjoy how other people are staring at you for your dress. Will threaten anyone who stares for too long, man and woman alike.

Sasuke Sarutobi

He is used to it, honestly. 21st century man from Japan. He probably has walked through Akihabara (the anime-district in Tokyo) more than once as well. He has seen his fair share of fashion and you are honestly tame.

However, since this is the sengoku era in which they aren’t very friendly towards strangers and basic human rights don’t exist yet he will worry. He will worry himself senseless and follow you around in the shadows.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dress yourself according to the era?” Sasuke tries to reason with you, but after a while he will just relent himself to it.

Will come up with something creative to meet your wishes and wants and that of the Sengoku era standards. There is a hidden fashion designer sheltered within this man.

Yoshimoto Imagawa

Not going to lie, but I feel he will find offense in your wardrobe. He strikes me as rather traditional.

Thinks it is rather classless, though he appreciates the colours. Otherwise he will mourn the loss of the fine sensibilities and elegance that comes with the traditional kimono.

“Must you reveal so much of yourself?” he questions, wondering what the aesthetics are like in your world. Though in time he will come to appreciate it, even if he doesn’t entirely understand.

Will ask you a bunch of questions on why you prefer this. Is it for flowiness and comfort? What about the yukata, have you tried that? Lighter fabrics? Will marvel a bit over the fabrics of your clothes, but also mourn the loss of quality that usually comes with mass-produced clothes.

Kennyo

Frowns at the clothes, wonders why, but keeps his opinions to himself, otherwise. You are your own person and he respects that.

Will make a comment on how men are beasts and beasts can’t be trusted, but otherwise will fight anyone tooth and nail if they dare to harm you, because just because you are dressed weirdly does not mean that they have any right to touch you!

Does marvel at the ease of your clothes and their efficiency. The warrior monks should honestly start to consider employing those tights of yours, because they are definitely a lot better than whatever they are using now and a lot easier to wear.

Will scowl at crop-tops however, because, no. Those are just useless pieces of fabrics that are better off used as napkins. Are you sure you didn’t accidentally run out of fabric when making these?

Motonari Mouri

The one who will mind it the least from all. It will remind him of the belly dancers in the middle-east - arabic countries.

Will definitely ask you if you could perform a dance for him. Feel free to feel offended and to call out this offense, because he does deserve a good wipe-off.

Will be the one supplying you with more short tops, though you can bet that they are more revealing that crop-tops. “What, I thought you liked them short and baring?” he questions, not understanding the difference.

From what I can see from his character design his pants are what comes closest to what your tights are. He will definitely be pulling at the fabric and wonder how it is so stretchy and comfortable and light. He will definitely need to loot a bunch for himself from wherever you got yours.

[tacogawa]

kisses you 😚😚😚😚 ikesen asks, 8, 13, and 20???

Kisses you back!!!!!! 😘💕

8. Which in-game event was your favorite?

Not gonna lie but I can't remember like any events whatsoever, I just read them and immediately forget about them. I think there was that fake marriage one and I was all like 👀👀 Anything fun, fluffy, or trope filled is my fav but I have 2 whole braincells and can't remember a thing

13. Got any Ikemen Sengoku merchandise?

Not official merch (maybe one day) but I've got some stickers from a couple artists!!

20. Do you share anything in common with the warlords?

1) I'm blushy like yuki

2) I'm ticklish like nobunaga

3) huge honkers like shingen

4) I too fall in love at first sight with girls like Mitsuhide

[hyakiru]

HYAKKIMARU ; RONIN.

@betelguide​ rats rats we are the rats

tagging:   whomever wants to, just tag me so i can see !!

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME.    hyakkimaru daigo now solely goes by hyakkimaru, with no surname to speak of. he wants to reserve that for the day he has a family he can call his own. NICKNAME.     bro ( aniki / reserved for dororo only ), hyakki, half-demon child, undead boy. GENDER.     nonbinary. HEIGHT.     5′2″ ( he’s tiny ) AGE.     16 until postcanon, where’s 22. ZODIAC.     virgo. SPOKEN LANGUAGES.     japanese, chinese, and english ( though he tends to speak all of these equally as proficiently since he dislikes speaking ).

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR.     black, like charcoal. EYE COLOR.     dark brown, appear amber at times. SKIN TONE.     pallid, though gets a little fleshier once he regains more of his limbs - more blood circulation, y’kno. BODY TYPE.     very lithe, thin, and brittle-looking. VOICE.     soft, trembles a lot. when angry, it becomes gravelly and throaty - like something is scraping the back of his throat. DOMINANT HAND.     ambidextrous generally, but his sword-wielding hand is his left. POSTURE.     straight and stiff, walks a bit like an automaton, though he’s learning to be a bit more relaxed. SCARS.     burn on his chest ( demon who spit acid on his chest and it burned part of his skin - that really made him angry ), nicks on his legs and arms when he regains them. TATTOOS.      none. BIRTHMARKS.     fittingly, a constellation of little brown marks on his back. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).     his stoic face is probably the most jarring thing about him, as well as his spiky ponytail. when he regains his eyes, it’s also easy to not miss just how brown they are - like amber.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH.     ishikawa, part of the kaga province. HOMETOWN.    kagemitsu estate in ishikawa. SIBLINGS.    tahomaru kagemitsu ( deceased ). PARENTS.   daigo kagemitsu ( father, professional asshole, deceased ), nui no naka ( mother, loved hyakkimaru to the end, deceased ).

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION.    wandering ronin. CURRENT RESIDENCE.    wherever he ends up. CLOSE FRIENDS.    dororo, and in the modern verse buffy summers ( @prcphesise​ ). RELATIONSHIP STATUS.    single. FINANCIAL STATUS.    very poor but gets by slaying troublesome demons and selling the occasional art print. DRIVER’S LICENSE.    there’s no dmv in sengoku era japan, and even in the modern verse he’s actually kind of terrified of cars so that’s a big no. CRIMINAL RECORD.   not much of one in his main verse. if anyone tries to arrest him for something its usually wrongfully or because they’re trying to exploit a loophole - save for the one time authorities caught him and dororo stealing something. in the modern verse, he was probably expelled from one of the schools he attended after being caught in the aftermath of murdering a demon, and has probably loitered before. VICES.    nothing obvious. his most egregious one is his one track mindedness and anger issues that can really get the better of him.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.    big ol’ question mark. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.     no. LIBIDO.     NO. LOVE LANGUAGE.    hug him and pat his head, and cradle him honestly. he is like a big puppy. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.    it definitely is hard to read him. he does not talk very much, or if he does, it’s often in broken and in blunt language. this is how he’s always talked, so he can hurt people if he’s not careful. that said, he is the type to create things to show his affection, so while he may appear stoic, you may one day receive an extremely intricate portrait of yourself that is an exact replica of you - he’s worked hours on it, and you can tell.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.   sixth sense - kensuke ushio ( boogiepop & others ost ) HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.    painting, sculpting, stargazing, scouting for food, going into the forests wherever he’s at to get a sense of the flora and fauna, looking for dogs to pet in the local villages... among others. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.    bit of both, exceptional in the arts and in logic, but terrible at everything involving emotions and reading people, which is why he can say the wrong thing a lot of the time. FEARS.    being left alone, being incomplete, never being able to relate to others, being human, giving in to his demon nature, letting his stubbornness get the better of him, never be understood for the rest of his life. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.    average, on the lower side. VULNERABILITIES.    get him angry and he will go on a violent rampage, but because he’s just a berserker with no strategy in this state, he can be taken down with the right skills. otherwise, stab him in the back of the foot and he’ll go down. also ticklish in his ribs.

[jokertrap-ran]

[Sengoku Night Blood] Toyotomi Hideyoshi【Doc in a White Coat】5☆ Story Translation: Dr. Hideyoshi's treatment!

**Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Name will remain as my normal ( ラン ) ✾ Senbura will be terminating service on the 25th of December✾

Hideyoshi: Coming in! How's your leg? Has the pain from your sprain let up yet?

Ran: Oh, Hideyoshi-san. Sorry for making you worry about me. It doesn't hurt anymore, so I think it should be fine.

Hideyoshi: I see. Still, you're barred from pushing yourself while that sprain heals, even if it doesn't hurt. Now, time to change out your bandages for new ones and re-apply the ointment.

Ran: I-I can do that myself!

Hideyoshi: No can't do. I'll do it for you so just sit still. It'll be bad if your condition worsens all because you overdid it while trying to change them.

She ducked her head in embarrassment as gently chided her in a way that one would, to a small child.

Ran: ...Alright...I'll leave it to you.

Hideyoshi: No problem, you can leave it all to me! How about you sit down and show me your leg, for starters? I'll be taking the bandages off, so do tell me if it hurts.

Ran: O-Okay...

Hideyoshi: Alright then, let's have a look at it. Ahh, the swelling seems to have gone down so that's a good start. I'll just re-apply then ointment then.

I gently wiped away the remnants of the previously applied ointment on her leg with a wet towel.

Ran: Ngh!

Hideyoshi: Sorry, that hurt, didn't it?

Ran: No, it didn't hurt at all...but it was a little ticklish.

Hideyoshi: Huh. I see.

Ran: Sorry. I'll try my best to bear with it so please, don't mind me.

Hideyoshi: (So she says...But with that reaction, it only makes me want to tease her even more. Hm, maybe I shall.)

I purposely ran my fingertips up and down her leg, slowly but surely, feeling as her leg jerked in response.

Ran: Eek! T-That's ticklish!

Hideyoshi: What? But I'm just re-applying the ointment! Come on now, surely you've got more than just that in you? Do your best to bear with it.

Ran: You're definitely doing this on purpose, aren't you!?

Hideyoshi: Hahaha! Sorry, I say! Here. Now I just have to re-wrap it in a clean set of bandages so keep still.

Hideyoshi: (I'd love to continue on and see more of those cute reactions of hers, but it'll be defeat my original purpose in being here if it causes her leg injury to worsen. I suppose I should stop.)

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Hideyoshi: How's it? Are the bandages too tight?

Ran: Not at all; it's great, actually. Thank you very much for doing this for me.

Hideyoshi: You're welcome. This concludes the treatment for today. Take care then.

Ran: Heh. You're just like a doctor.

Hideyoshi: A doctor? What's that?

Ran: Someone who dons a white coat and goes around treating illnesses and injuries alike. I guess it's my world's version of a physician...?

Hideyoshi: Hmm...I might be up for donning the same thing and treating your injuries dressed as such.

Ran: I think it'll suit you well so maybe...

Hideyoshi: You're making me feel regretful for not wearing that here and now while treating that leg of yours...Oh no, I should really return to work soon. You can just stay in your room and take it easy for now.

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Hideyoshi: I brought some snacks along with me, so how about we eat them to-

The sun was already starting to set when I came round her room for the second time today, only to see her all sprawled out on the floor, asleep.

Hideyoshi: Were you studying up on the words of this world since you couldn't go out? You'll catch a cold if you sleep out here.

Ran: ......

Hideyoshi: Well then, no one can fault me for this.

Seeing as how she was probably not going to grace me with her presence in the waking world anytime soon, I gathered her in my arms and made to move her to the bed without waking her up in the process.

Hideyoshi: Still, you look absolutely defenseless when asleep like that. *Yawns* ...Even I'm feeling sleepy now.

Looking at how well she slept, I ended up succumbing to the temptation of sleep soon after...

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Hideyoshi: Mmngh...I fell asleep just like that? Huh? What's this?

There was a white lab coat lying atop my lap, for some odd reason along with a written note atop the writing table. I didn't remember either of this being here previously.

I glanced around the room, in an attempt to regain my bearings. The door slid open, as she entered the room.

Ran: Sensei, I-

Hideyoshi: S-Sensei!? Uh, what's wrong...?

Ran: There's something I'd like to talk to you about...

She regarded me with teary eyes as I tried to wrap my mind around this newly-found situation of mine.

Ran: My heart beats like crazy whenever I see you, and my body gets all hot and bothered...but I don't know why it's reacting as such...

Ran: So, please... give me a medical examination!

Hideyoshi: A medical examination? You don't mean-!?

She started taking off her clothes before my very eyes, as I sat there, shell-shocked and stunned into silence...

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Hideyoshi: ......!!

My eyes snapped open. It was already dark out and glancing to the side, I saw her still sleeping soundly.

Hideyoshi: A dream...

Hideyoshi: (I suppose it's a good thing it was, too. She was so sexy and way bolder than how she usually is...)

Hideyoshi: (...Still, it's a little of a pity that it was only just a dream.)

Watching her sleep all so soundly, I realized that there was a cuteness to her, one that even the dream-her could never dream of replicating.

Hideyoshi: (I suppose I must have fallen head-first into the rabbit hole since I think that you're still cute, no mater what it is you do.)

Hideyoshi: ......

I pressed a kiss onto her forehead, hoping that this turbulence of feelings within me would be conveyed in one way or another.