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ikemenlibrary · 3 months
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Now announcing.... 'My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange!
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A sweet and spicy holiday to celebrate with your true love
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The fifth installment in the Ikémen Gift Exchanges hosted by @ikemenlibrary. This one’s a bit different, as it’s not for a specific fandom, but instead, a romantic holiday! 
This is open to all of the current Ikémen games released in English servers!
Main Info:
Event: Gift Exchange
Fandom(s): Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Revolution
Creation time: January 19 - February 16 Gift sharing: February 17-18
You can sign up for the exchange here
The deadline to submit your submission to join the exchange will be due on January 12.
You will have a month to create a Valentine’s gift for your recipient and an Ikémen character that they have given to you out of their list. 
If you're interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before January 12. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let me (the host)  know if you’ve done that, as I do not get notified when that happens and I want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, I will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact me directly.
Once I get everyone’s information organized and sorted, I will be reaching out to everyone individually on January 19 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to create for, as well as any extra information to share at that point in time.
When your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, I will reach out with a link to join the Discord server (if you aren’t already in it from previous exchanges).**
Please let me know if you have any questions! I can be reached via Tumblr DM or if you have my Discord from previous exchanges, you may find me there as well <3
Disclaimer: **Please note before signing up that I do have a Discord server that I encourage everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (myself included!) to get to know one another, work together, and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with!
If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please message me before you send in an application so I am aware that you will not be joining and can mark it down on my end for organization purposes. (If I’ve spoken to you about this before, just specify in the sign up sheet, there’s no reason to need to reach out again!)
Below the cut, there is a new update to the rules I’ve previously had in place. This is also reflected in the sign up sheet. Please let me know if you have any questions!**
Can’t wait to see you all soon!
**I just wanted to give a quick update on the rules, as I have changed a few things slightly this time around.
The minimum word requirement for fanfiction updated from 800 to 850 words
The fan art requirement has been updated from being lined with a colored drawing, to also require a background as well (this can be a solid color, or scenery, or whatever you decide. The background just cannot be white (of course, special cases may occur and I will leave it up to the artists stylistic choice))
This time around, you cannot select specific characters from a list who you aren’t interested in creating for. That would be too messy with 4 fandoms. Instead, you will get more options of characters to create based on your choices you fill out on the sign up form
You must be ready to share progress during the halfway check in point via Google Drive/Docs if you are a fanfiction creator. If you do not have access to using one of these, please send me whatever you have during the check in, and I will copy it into my Google Drive. This is so if there becomes a time where you lose your progress on something other than Google, there will still be a copy existing, even if it doesn’t completely reflect your current progress. 
This will all be reiterated in the information key you will be given at the time assignments go out, so don’t worry about remembering this for the time being
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judejazza · 5 months
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Hi hi hi!!!
Can I send a request for the Falling for You Challenge? 🥺
I’m not sure if you write for IkeSen Mitsuhide, but if you do, can I request a fluff with these two prompts?
List 1 prompt #8: first cold morning
List 2 prompt #9: it’s warm in your arms
Thank you!!🩵
On a side note, I’m glad that you are writing again! I really love your recent Jude fic💜😍
HIHIHI Sorry it took a while, and it's kinda short ;u; tryna' get my writing socks back.
Falling For You Promots: First Cold Morning, It's Warm in your Arms
817 Words | Fluff | Mitsuhide/Mai
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The light that comes through the screen doors feels different.
Mai’s eyes flutter open, then she closes them again, positive that it can’t be time to wake up. There’s no glaring sunshine, no reds and oranges illuminating the room and, the warm presence beside her, tells her that it truly is not time to awaken. Mitsuhide always leaves before her; if he is still asleep, and she can hear his even breathing, then it’s far, far too early for her to be awake.
Then, his arm tightens around her waist and she lets out a small sigh.
“How long have you been awake?”
“I wonder?”
Mai shifts her gaze towards him to find his eyes peering back at her, a teasing smirk on his lips. Mitsuhide never divulges his secrets so easily, she knows that. She yawns, stretching slightly and curling into his side. “Don’t you have work?”
He’s silent for a moment, and then surprises her by changing their positions; now he’s snuggled under her chin, wrapped in her arms— she’s so stunned that she has no idea how to even react. “M-Mitsuhide?!”
“It’s cold.”
“I-” she feels her cheeks heat up.
“Cold enough to stay in bed, all, day, long.”
“You have work,” she breathes out, closing her eyes when his breath hits her skin, yet she tightens her arms around him; there’s something comforting about this, having him in her arms for once. As if she’s able to protect him from the world and how cold it is to him, maybe for a brief moment she’s able to repel the darkness of his life, of his job — perhaps, just for a bit, he’s allowing himself to bathe in the warmth and love he insists he doesn’t deserve.
“My work today is being with you.”
A small laugh escapes her lips. “You’re such a tease.”
“Mmhmm,” he agrees, lips finding her neck. She can feel his smirk widening that he’s getting his own way, as he always does. “It’s the first cold day, you wouldn’t kick your tricky kitsune of a husband out of bed would you?”
“That’s not fair-”
“It’s cold.”
“You’re always cold.”
She glances at him, gasping when she see’s the slight pout on his face. Is this some new tactic? had he been studying Ranmaru’s methods of getting his way all the time? It was impossibly bad for her heart! “You don’t need to do that,” she says quickly, looking away only for his fingers to gently guide her back to look at him. “You already have me in the palm of your hand.”
“But it’s such fun to find new reactions.”
“I should kick you out of bed just for that.”
In retaliation, Mitsuhide quickly puts his cold feet against her, causing her to gasp and half shout his name. His laughter fills the room soon after, and though she squirms to try and indeed push him off the futon, he simply clings to her tighter.
Yet, she’s surprised to find him already in the throes of sleep soon after; gently resting on her chest. She can feel he is cold, colder than usual and her arms tighten around him as if in an attempt to impart some of her own warmth into him. Honestly, a day in bed doesn’t sound too bad — it’s not often he actually takes the day off, and it’s rarer still when he uses it to actually rest.
“And here I thought you’d use all your spare time to tease me.”
“I can still… do so,” he murmurs, eyes barely opening.
Mai shakes her head, bringing a hand up to card through his hair. No one else gets to see him like this, only her. A side of him so vulnerable that any one of his enemies would use it against him in a moment, that he trusts her enough to be like this with her sets her heart afire. Perhaps that’s why she barely feels the cold outside.
“You’re right,” she whispers. “It’s cold today.”
Perhaps that’s what the light is outside; the first overcast day in months, the first signs of snow. The idea excites her and as she thinks about how he looks, snowflakes clinging to his long eyelashes as Chimaki curls around his feet in the garden, Mai feels her cheeks redden yet again. How is it possible he can do nothing but stand still in her mind and she’s smitten for him? Mai heaves a sigh, closing her eyes and snuggling back against him. She’s far too gone for him to resist at this point, it’s easier to let him have his way; especially when she’s enjoying it so much, too.
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lucyw260 · 9 months
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Yore Of Shooting Stars - Nobunaga
Every year on my birthday I post a little something to commemorate Nobunaga's death anniversary which so happens to be the same day, I wanted to write a little something to keep up the tradition. I hope you like it.
Words = 364
Warnings = established relationship, kissing
Excerpt = "I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes"
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Summer was beginning and the nights were getting shorter and hotter. Y/n and Nobunaga were out on the balcony of Nobunaga's tenshu, watching the stars in the humid breeze. Nobunaga's arms were wrapped around Y/n as she was seated in his lap.
Suddenly a bright light shot across the deep cerulean sky and Y/n quickly clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.
Nobunaga angled his eyes down towards her as he watched her effulgent and elysian visage in all her glory. He waited until she her interesting action was finished but it ended up being protracted and he became impatient.
He stroked one long finger down the side of her face to draw her eyes to his. "What were you doing just now?" he inquired in confusion as her eyes flittered open to meet his.
"A shooting star just went by so I was making a wish" Y/n spoke as if it was obvious
Nobunaga hummed but before he could answer, another bright light arched across the sky.
"Quick Nobunaga, clasp your hands together and make a wish!" Y/n enthusiastically pointed out in a slight panic.
He did as she said and put his hands together in silence, he wished for the first thing that came to mind. When he opened his eyes, Y/n's curious eyes looked eager to hear his wish.
"That was a pointless activity, the stars cannot answer a person's wishes" Nobunaga boldly declared. Y/n's expression fell a little upon hearing his opinion.
"However, sharing a superstition you believe in was interesting but I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes" he declared as Y/n tilted her head in puzzlement.
"How come?" she asked inquisitively.
Out of nowhere, Nobunaga pulled her by the waist towards him and planted a deep kiss upon her lips of pulchritude before pulling away.
He looked straight into her eyes as he replied...
"Because it is my duty as your boyfriend to fulfill all your wishes. I won't let the night sky steal that from me"
Y/n chuckled quietly as she stared in mild shock, adoration and love for Nobunaga overflowing in her heart.
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leonscape · 10 months
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A Pear of Lovers
Mitsunari x Pear, a crack fic
It's quite the wholesome relationship so please enjoy :)
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Word Count: 508
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After force feeding Mitsunari like a baby bird, Hideyoshi finally managed to pull Mitsunari out of his trance. Mitsunari got sucked into his reading and he didn’t realize the sun had already set and the moon was rising in the sky.
“You have to start taking care of yourself,” Hideyoshi scolded.
“My apologies, I got distracted.” He bowed deeply.
“No need to apologize. Just get some rest,” Hideyoshi sighed, “I appreciate your hard work.”
The next day, Mitsunari gave his report to Hideyoshi. Although he was pleased with his work, Hideyoshi wasn’t too happy about the dark circles under Mitsunari’s eyes. After they concluded their official business, Hideyoshi gave Mitsunari a special gift.
“Oh! My lord, you don’t need to give me anything,” Mitsunari politely refused.
“Just take this and enjoy it, okay?” Hideyoshi pushed a basket of fresh fruits towards Mitsunari.
“Oh, okay. Thank you, Lord Hideyoshi.” He accepted the basket.
Later that day, Mitsunari decided to try the fruits. It was a great assortment, lots of variety, and quite refreshing.
But there was only one that stole his heart. The pear. It was the juiciest fruit he’s ever eaten. The skin was firm and the flesh was supple. It was sweet, but not overbearing. Mitsunari was refreshed and ready to get to work.
His lovely pear sat beside him as he read. It was hard for him to get lost in his reading. Instead, his eyes would always drift over to the pear. Everytime his gaze landed on the pear, he would smile and giggle.
“Lady Pear, you’re so amazing,” Mitsunari complimented. He loved Lady Pear’s company.
Hideyoshi opened the door to Mitsunari’s room to check on him. But he was utterly shocked when Mitsunari’s eyes left the book. “Uh, Mitsunari? I was just checking on you, I didn’t mean to barge in or anything,” Hideyoshi said.
“Oh it’s okay. I appreciate you coming to check on me,” he said.
Hideyoshi saw the emptied basket next to him and he got excited. “Oh! Did you enjoy the fruits?”
“Yes, they were quite tasty,” Mitsunari replied. His gaze drifted back to his pear once more.
“Good! That’s great!” Hideyoshi saw the pear next to him. “Uh, do you not like pears?”
“What? Oh no, I love pears,” Mitsunari said. He picked Lady Pear up and cuddled her.
Hideyoshi’s smile faded as the scene unfolded. Mitsunari happily sighed as he nuzzled and tenderly gazed at Lady Pear. “Um, what- what are you doing with that pear?” he asked nervously.
“Pears are so lovely,” Mitsunari said. “They smell so sweet and they’re so… juicy! Even the shape is attractive too, right? And this brown color is great, right?” He did his best to describe and compliment Lady Pear.
“Huh?” The sheer confusion on Hideyoshi’s face went unnoticed as Mitsunari only looked at Lady Pear. “No… No, this can’t be happening…”
The room spun as Hideyoshi came to the realization that Mitsunari had fallen in love with a pear. Hideyoshi’s jaw dropped; he accidentally made his worst nightmare come true.
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venulus · 1 year
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Better be Scared
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Fandom: Ikémen Sengoku Pairing: Satori!Mitsuhide Akechi x Fem!reader Alternative Universe: Youkai AU Genre: (slight) Romance Warnings: None Word Count: 690+
This is my piece for @flash-exchange​​ For: @msviolacea​​ Prompt: Mind-Reading Glasses
(a/n): I had so much fun writing this little piece and I hope you enjoy it as well, Jaime ♥
Also, a big round of applause for @lorei-writes​​ @nuttytani​​ & @cheese-ception​​ for hosting this amazing and spooky event 👏 ♥3♥
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          There's been a rumour going around Azuchi Castle since Lord Mitsuhide was seen wearing spectacles. A rumour that the man himself had spread, and that not only made everyone's blood turn cold but also made them actively avoid the man. Well, everyone except you.           "Hm? What is that about my glasses, little mouse?" The silver-haired man inquired, turning his golden eyes away from the full moon shimmering gently up in the night sky to gaze into your glimmering orbs.           "People are saying that you recently got yourself some mind-reading glasses." Your eyes reflected the curiosity invading your entire being.           His lips quirked up into an amused smirk. "And you believe that?"           "Well… no? I mean, it’s weird that you always know what I’m thinking."           "I neither need a pair of spectacles nor to read your mind to know what is going on in that little head of yours." He gently tapped your forehead with his index finger as he spoke. The sly smirk was still present on his handsome visage. "And these are just regular reading glasses. Nothing else," he admitted, taking them off and putting them away between the folds of his clothes.           "Am I an open book to you?"           "Of course not." Your eyes sparkled for a moment before he continued talking. "You are more interesting than any book I've read, little one." Your facial expressions were so delightful that he could not contain the soft chuckle that slipped past his lips. "It would serve you best to learn how to conceal your emotions, lest you find someone who is not as kind as I."           Kind was the last adjective you would use to describe Mitsuhide Akechi, however, you knew he was right. You let out a dejected sigh, feeling disappointed now that you had confirmed the rumour was just that, a rumour.           Mitsuhide felt a pang in his chest at the sight of your dispirited expression, and before he could stop himself, his hand was giving your head a tender pat. "It's not only your mind that I can read, but also your heart. Or have you forgotten?"           "Forgotten what?" You stared in confusion.           He retrieved his hand and feigned being hurt. "Goodness me, it would seem you did not believe me when I revealed I was a Satori, yet you believed all those absurd tales you’ve heard." He shook his head, frowning slightly. "Make sure you don’t forget about my little secret and keep your distance from me from now on, little mouse." He warned with a vulpine grin that made you shiver.           ‘Is he trying to scare me or something?’ You questioned inwardly.           "You should be scared, (y/n). After all, Satori are said to try to feast on humans if given a chance." There he was reading your mind again, yet this time his words made your skin crawl.           Mitsuhide was acting creepier than ever, and when you heard a rustle in one of the bushes nearby, you let out a squeak, yet your feet remained rooted to the ground.         Mitsuhide, not satisfied by your reaction, hummed. "It would seem that my words have not reached you. Shall I get physical instead?" He mused aloud, gingerly cupping your hand in his before taking it to his lips. He pressed a kiss to your little finger before giving it a gentle nip. "You should run now before it’s too late. I’m not the only Satori living in the castle." A loud screech came from the bushes, and that was enough to spook you away as you scurried back to the safety of your room.           Mitsuhide's golden orbs followed your retreating form, and a delighted smile formed on his face as you disappeared from his sight.           "You’re such a devilish creature, aren’t you, Chimaki?" The small fox let out a sound that resembled a laugh as she came out of her hiding spot. "Do you think that spooked her for good?" The white-furred fox let out a squeak. "You’re right. For some reason, the little seamstress doesn’t give up on me." His melodious chuckle vanished in the vast gardens of the castle. "I suppose that’s part of her charm."
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xxsycamore · 1 year
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Body Worship | Massage + I see you're enjoying my gift + IkeSen Kanetsugu
I haven't seen any Kanetsugu content here on Tumblr, I wanted to know your take on him since his route is not yet out in the EN Version. Heard that Cybird's dropping his route in December in the JP Version.
By the time I got to doing this request Kanetsugu's route has long been a fact, but that would only mean we're one step closer to receiving it in EN! Thank you for this request Mys, it's always a pleasure writing for you ❤ Recalling your style that I'm endlessly fascinated by, I tried to make this fic sound a little more beautiful among other things. I hope you like it!
—𝘛𝘌𝘈 𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘒
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"And thank you, Kanetsugu's arms, for protecting me."
"Mai."
He takes a hold of her, guiding her into his lap. He stares at her sharply, wisteria-colored gaze piecing her like a cupid's arrow. She can keep falling inlove with him forever.
"Thank my lips next."
▍This is 90% tooth-rotting fluff and 10% smut 🥺❤❤ tags: Fluff & Smut; Massage; Body Worship; Blow Jobs; Cock Worship; Established Relationship
Written as a part of VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2021 hosted by me here.
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DAY 29 - Body Worship | Massage + “I see that you’re enjoying my gift.”
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Mai can imagine what's on the other side of the shoji door before even opening it. Balancing the tray on her hands, she slides it to the side enough to slip inside, and surely enough, like a still image Kanetsugu is exactly where she last left him, brush in hand and hard at work.
"Tea break!" She announces, bubbly but not loud enough to startle him as she sits down opposite him.
Kanetsugu finishes his stroke and greets her, his serious face adopting a softer expression just for her. His eyes look tired.
"I hope I'm not gonna drink my tea alone this time…" Mai half-pouts while pouring each of them a steaming hot cup. It's well into the night so refreshing teas are a no-no, much to her boyfriend's chagrin. The aroma lets Kanetsugu know right away, but he doesn't hesitate taking a nice long sip of liquid relax. He didn't realize how dry his mouth has gotten. The herbs are slowly working his roughed-up nerves relaxed, and it's all written across his face.
"Mhm, that’s better." Mai chuckles, lifting her own cup to her lips, a noticeably smaller sip than Kanetsugu's, because she has something to add. "Hello there, smile I missed."
Kanetsugu lets out a chuckle as well, slightly shaking his head. He didn't realize he was smiling, was that even a smile? No matter how small, Mai would always spot the difference in his expression. And here he thought he'd only indulge her for a cup of tea and get to finish his work afterwards…
"Don't sit so far. Come."
He pats the place next to him twice and Mai all but flies into his arms. It's a little closer than supposed but Kanetsugu doesn't mind. He's only puzzled why she isn't breaking one more barrier by linking their lips already.
"I saw you rubbing your neck when I came in. Do you need a massage?"
Fleeing his arms right away, Kanetsugu opens his mouth to say one thing, and ends up saying another.
"If you will."
Even when she is behind him where he can't see, Kanetsugu all but hears her smile as she places her hands on his nape. He reaches to fix the collar of his robe a little lower for her convenience and she works the newlyfound skin. Her thumbs rub into his tense muscles, pushing and pulling gently until the knots of stiffness are gone one by one. The soft sounds Kanetsugu makes sound like he's enjoying it, and Mai wants to spoil him more. Recently she can't help but worry about him overworking himself. While moving on massaging his shoulders as well - Kanetsugu doesn't mind - her eyes wander around their surroundings while in thought. They stop on the potpourri sachet that she'd given him in the morning. It would appear that he keeps it close even while working.
“I see that you’re enjoying my gift.”
"I do. Thank you once again."
Kanetsugu's voice comes out a bit strained, in the best way, due to Mai's ministrations. She smiles at the thought of him taking a sniff of it every now and then, breaking his working stoicism in exchange for a gulp of air laced with relaxing scents that remind him of her. Does he do it only when she's not around…?
Heart leaping happily, Mai places a kiss on Kanetsugu's exposed nape, sending goosebumps all over.
"Thank you, Kanetsugu's neck for carrying his clever head tirelessly all day."
Kanetsugu scoffs in absurdity but doesn't practically defy her.
"Thank you, Kanetsugu's shoulders for carrying the weight of the whole caste's workload."
"Someone's gotta do it." Kanetsugu says all too proudly, and if up to this moment it was him snorting at Mai, it's now her turn. Still, she doesn't want to ruin the moment. After his shoulders, left and right, she ducks on one of his sides to kiss his arm.
"And thank you, Kanetsugu's arms, for protecting me."
"Mai."
He takes a hold of her, guiding her into his lap. He stares at her sharply, wisteria-colored gaze piecing her like a cupid's arrow. She can keep falling inlove with him forever.
"Thank my lips next."
Her lips curl upwards in disbelief how adorable he could be sometimes. It's a shame he never takes pride in that of all things. She can tease him a little longer for that, or…
Not resisting him a second more, she gives him a kiss full of pent-up affection. No massages or caresses could translate her love better, and Kanetsugu feels it too. He answers back the wordless expression of love by kissing her twice as hard as she does him, grabbing the back of her head and swirling his tongue around hers, caressing it passionately.
They pull back and put their foreheads together.
"Kanetsugu, I want to worship your body."
The breath is caught in his lungs for a second upon that naked confession. God give him the patience to let her have his way with him.
Reading the 'Do whatever you want with me' in his eyes, Mai chuckles and undoes his obi.
"Starting there?"
Fingers burying into his silky white hairlocks, she gives his lips a little peck.
"Starting there."
That concludes tonight's paperwork managing. Kanetsugu finds out about all the gratitude little Mai has hidden in the depths of her heart, some of which he didn't foresee. Among the strong hips that maneuvers him atop his battle horse, and the thighs that make a surprisingly good lap-pillow, Kanetsugu is puzzled how she decides which ones to judge according to intimate situations and which not. There is one part of him, however, that raises no doubt.
"Thank you, Kanetsugu's cock, for pleasing me so well."
Kanetsugu rolls his eyes in a should-have-expected-it fashion, but is not displeased with what he heard. He has a hitch it's the last thing he'll hear from her in awhile and he already misses her sweet voice and playful words when her mouth wraps around his length.
"You're giving me ideas for later, Mai…"
Lashes fluttering at him in question that she already think the answer of, she withdraws until only the tip of his cock is in her mouth and rubs it flat against her tongue with the help of her hands until her mouth falls open along it.
"You're going to copy me?" She asks.
"No." Kanetsugu says in an even tone, "I'm going to worship you with my tongue alone."
Blushing at the mere thought of it, Mai forgets her own shamelessness in her acts. With wetness pooling on her underwear, she takes Kanetsugu's member in her mouth again, determined to please him for as long as she can before he turns the tables on her.
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the12thnightproject · 2 years
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A Simple Game
Who will win when The God of Deceit, The Tiger of Kai and the Silver Kitsune all have the same goal?
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Requested by @venulus
Prompts: May I, please, request: Mitsuhide, Shingen & Motonari + “I can explain” + Only one bed + SFW
Word Count: 2400+
Warnings: None
Some stories begin with ‘once upon a time,’ and some can only begin with ‘it was a dark and stormy night.’ This story… is the latter, for it was a dark and stormy night, a night when the Gods Raijin and Fujin hurled thunder, lightning, wind, and rain at unlucky travelers. Such a night was not a night to be in the elements, and anyone caught in this sudden cloudburst sought whatever shelter they could find, be it cave, farm, or…
…an ordinary Inn at the edge of an ordinary posting town. Though the Inn wasn’t fancy, it was neat and clean, and more importantly to hapless refugees from the storm, it was warm and dry. Though not famous for its meals or for the prettiness of the tea maids, it was a perfectly acceptable place to spend the night.
And it was on this dark and stormy night, that three men were forced by the elements to take shelter at this very Inn.
This very small Inn.
This very small, crowded Inn.
This very small, crowded Inn with … only one vacancy.
Had the three men been travelling together, or had they been close friends, there might be no story to be told. But these men were not close friends, nor were they close to being friends, and the fact remained that there was only one room, with one bed in it, and three strangers who wished to have that room.
The Innkeeper was a fair woman, and in this situation, would have simply given the room to the first man to arrive. However, she had not been at the entry when the first of the strangers crossed the threshold, and none would admit to having entered after the others. Indeed, it wasn’t clear even to them who had stepped inside the building first, as they had not paid attention to anything but their desire to escape the driving rain.
At a loss, the Innkeeper led the three men to the common room, settled them around the ash pit where a kettle of steaming water was kept hot over coals, and asked if they would be willing to decide between themselves who should be given the room. With the promise of tea and hot soup to warm them up while they talked, the strangers acquiesced to this plan. Relieved, the Innkeeper promised to keep a careful watch over their saddlebags in the meanwhile.
“So, ‘friends,’ how do we go about making this decision?” asked a sun-browned man with white hair. He introduced himself to the others as Shojumaru and revealed that he was a merchant travelling from the port of Sakai. “Trial by combat? Heh heh?” He laughed a little at his own joke, but his black gloved hand stroked the hilt of his sword with an emphasis that suggested he wouldn’t mind being taken seriously.
“Dear me, you are rather bloodthirsty for a merchant, Shojumaru.” With a gleam in his amber-gold eyes, the speaker shifted position, revealing a musket at his side. “Although that certainly would be one way to eliminate the competition for the room would it not?”
The third man, a tall man with smoky eyes and red-brown hair, who had introduced himself as Shin, a pilgrim on his way to the shrine at Togakushi, spoke up. “It also would create quite the mess that this poor maid would have to clean up.” He winked at the young woman who brought their tea, “thank you, Angel,” then returned his attention to the other two. “And it would be an unpleasant death for you…”
He tilted his head toward the man with the musket, who obligingly supplied his name. “Kyubei. And why would that be?”
“In this weather, a matchlock weapon is more than likely too wet to fire. Shojumaru could cut you down before you even lit the fuse.” He took a long sip of tea, calm and ambivalent to the potential death of this Kyubei.
“Heh. And what would stop me from killing you after that, Shin?” Shojumaru seemed half-excited, half-curious about that prospect.
“My sheer force of personality,” Shin replied with a friendly smile. “Besides, we can contest the room without spilling blood. Why not simply challenge each other to a game of riddles?”
Though Shojumaru scoffed at this suggestion, Kyubei’s face held a flicker of interest. “A battle of the minds? Intriguing idea. Yes. I would be pleased to match wits with… you both.”
“If the two of you are content to play children’s games, then I’m more ‘an happy to take advantage of the easy win.” The merchant waved away the maid bearing a plate of fish stew with a grumpy gesture. “I ain’t hungry.”
After a brief consultation, it was decided that each contestant would ask one riddle. Answering the riddle correctly would yield one point, while posing an unanswerable question would net two.
In spite of his initial reluctance, Shojumaru willingly offered the first riddle. “What is the one question that you can never answer yes to?”
“Are you asleep?” Kyubei responded immediately.
“That, is a question I have never needed to ask any of my companions.” Rather than directing his response to the others, Shin slanted a wicked grin to the maid who refilled his tea, and was rewarded with a shy blush.
Kyubei ignored the byplay between Shin and the maid. “Try this one – it involves numbers, Shojumaru, so as a merchant you ought to have no problem.” He cleared his throat, and recited, “Eleven men walking by, eleven pears hanging high. Each man takes a single pear and leaves eleven hanging there. How is this so?”
But it was Shin who answered the so-called mathematical question first. “I can explain that easily. There were twenty-two pears to begin with, hanging in pairs of two. Thank you, Kyubei, I do enjoy word play.” As it was his turn to ask a question, he continued. “When I am soft, I cut through rocks, but when I am hard, you will need no locks.”
His opponents paused so long that it might have been understandable for Shin to consider himself the victor, before Shojumaru slapped his hand on the table hard enough for their cups to vibrate, causing tea to slop over the edges. “A river. The rushing water in spring will cut through the land, and when frozen, there’s no need for a lock to traverse it.”
“Indeed. And with that, my friends, we are tied.” Shin paused to withdraw a hand towel from his kimono to blot up the tea. “Shall we continue through another round?”
“Bah, once was enough for me.” Shojumaru called the maid over and requested that she bring his pack to him. Once reunited with his luggage, he rooted around until he found a deck of karuta. “You gents familiar with the Nanban game ‘Ombre’?”
Neither was, but both were willing enough to learn it, if it meant earning the right to that last bed. Although the rules were somewhat complex, the game itself was a simple enough structure of rounds that included bidding to determine the strongest suit amongst the ‘cups, coins, clubs, and swords,’ followed by highest card takes the hand. The three men each found themselves almost enjoying the bidding rounds, for, as Shin put it, “there is a rather crude strategy in determining your own cards’ strongest points and deciding whether their opposites are contained in your opponents’ hand or in the pile.”
Kyubei gazed at him over his own hand. “You display a rather deep understanding of strategy for a simple pilgrim, Shin.”
“And you’re rather cheeky for a simple courier, Kyubei.” Shin seemed unconcerned by either the implied threat from Kyubei or his own observations. With a smile, he glanced at Shojumaru. “Meanwhile Shojumaru is rather volatile for a merchant. All people are more than what they appear to be – and on a stormy night like tonight, perhaps it would be best for everyone if we take them for what they seem.”
“Are the two of you going to gab, or play the game?” Shojumaru tossed down a card that was overtaken instantly by Kyubei’s higher one.
“I believe that is … what was the term you used? Sacada?” Kyubei raked in the pile of stones the group was using as currency. “I also believe, Shojumaru, that you are out of markers, and therefore have lost.”
With a scowl, Shojumaru gathered up the deck. “In that case, I’ll leave you two to fight over the room.” He called for the maid to find his geta and mino, as he shouldered his pack. “There must be another Inn nearby that will have a room.”
With a mocking bow, he took his leave of them. Once he was safely outdoors, Shojumaru grinned widely and directed a laugh to the skies, for though Shojumaru was indeed a name from his childhood, his true name was Mouri Motonari, the God of Deceit. Motonari was satisfied with the events of the night. He’d tested the skills of two of the era’s most renowned spymasters, obtained insight into how they operated, and escaped without them learning his identity.
Yes, it had been a good night.
Back inside the Inn…
“He lost on purpose,” Shin told Kyubei, for he had kept track of the cards played.
“I figured as much.” Kyubei glanced around the room, nodding to another man, a man with long dark hair. The dark haired man nodded back, then headed out into the storm. “Hm. I wonder if the proprietor keeps a shogi set on hand… unless you’d be willing to give up the room to a simple courier.”
“I would not.” Shin signaled the Innkeeper. “Although playing shogi amounts to much the same, for I am in no way a master of that game.” Even with that disclaimer, he was willing enough to play, and as the Innkeeper did keep a game board on hand, the two moved to a low table to continue their competition.
Kyubei tossed five tokins onto the board – enough landed promotion side up to designate him the first player. As both men stuck to standard moves to open the board, they were able to make idle conversation. “You sent your man out after him?” Shin didn’t identify the ‘him,’ but Kyubei correctly interpreted the question to mean Shojumaru.
“Dear me, who do you take me for? We’ve already established that I’m only a simple courier.” At Shin’s disbelieving look, Kyubei added, “I imagine that someone interested in the activities of this Shojumaru would be extremely incompetent if he did not have the man followed.” Kyubei advanced the silver general. “There could be any number of interested parties out there following him… ninjas… mitsumono…?”
“One could make that assumption.” It would be an incorrect assumption; the mitsumono were actually tailing ‘Kyubei’s’ man. As Shin did not care to continue that line of conversation, he picked up a shogi piece and turned it over and over in his hand. “I find it interesting that the only two characters in shogi who cannot be promoted are the king and the gold general, for the king cannot become a God, and the gold general… cannot become a king.”
“I find it interesting that a man so willing to philosophize about the nature of a wooden tile, is indeed not very good at this game.” Kyubei studied the board. “Unlike Shojumaru, I can tell that you are making a concerted attempt to win here. You are not even close to succeeding.” He shook his head and tsked. “I truly hoped to find a competent opponent in you.”
Unconcerned, Shin attempted to wrest the tide of the game back to himself. “I did tell you that in Shogi, I am no more than an amateur.”
“So you did. I hoped it was a lie to lure me in.” Kyubei’s castle formation closed in on Shin’s king.
“Would I do that?” Shin winced as one of his pawns was taken off the board. “As it happens, I find there are too many other things that need doing ahead of practicing a game, even one that involves complicated strategy.” Shin took another long moment to admire the tea maid – and she took a much longer one to admire him back. “Why play a strategy game, when so much of life… love… war… is already strategic?”
“Because,” Kyubei replied, as he picked up the rook, “it’s never simply a game. One can learn so much about an opponent by facing them across the board. Are they ruthless? Are they focused? Who are they willing to sacrifice to achieve victory? Who do they try to save?” He gestured to the game board, where Shin’s pawns were mostly all still in play, alive, unsacrificed. Then he placed the rook before the king. “Checkmate.”
Without waiting for Shin to confirm, Kyubei stood up. “I believe I have won the right to the room.” He bowed to Shin, then followed the waiting maid up to the second floor, to claim his prize of a room and a bed for the night. As he made himself comfortable on the futon, he smiled to himself. Yes, it had been a profitable evening. One of his spies was making headway on the identity of this Shojumaru, he had bested the Tiger of Kai in a game of shogi, and more importantly, he’d obtained insight into how his opponent thought and operated. With that happy thought, the Silver Kitsune, whose name was not Kyubei, but Mitsuhide, dropped off to sleep.
Ah, but do not worry about the man Mitsuhide called the Tiger of Kai. While Shin had kept the other two men occupied with the games, the Innkeeper, who was one of his mitsumono, had carefully searched their belongings. Nor was he going to be turned away without a soft place to sleep, for the maid invited him to spend the remainder of the night in her bed. Yes, he too was pleased with the evening. Not only did he have a warm bed and an enthusiastic companion, but he’d gained insight into how his opponents thought and operated. With that happy thought, the man, whose name was not Shin, but Shingen, dropped a kiss on the forehead of the well-satisfied maid, cuddled her close, and drifted into sleep.
And so, while the tale of the game between The Silver Kitsune, The Tiger of Kai, and the God of Deceit began ominously, not with a ‘once upon a time,’ but ‘a dark and stormy night,’ it ended happily enough for all involved parties.
…especially the maid.
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Moonlight (3/4)
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Character: Kenshin, Shingen Contents: friendship, magical realism(?), fear of loss, nightmares of death Ao3 link in the source. Consider leaving a comment there, if you liked it! Summary: Woken up by nightmares despite the cosy life with his beloved, Kenshin leaves her side to calm down - without burdening her with the delusions of his mind and the dread of the loss he dreamt. A few deep breaths in the serene night and a few words exchanged with an old friend - such a small thing yet it helps him collect himself enough to go back and fall asleep by his wife’s side again. Yet when your mind is haunted by fears, long is the way and hard. Four nights, separated by time.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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He woke up in the middle of the night, frozen in fear. Deafened by the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears, the ice of dread had entrapped his heart. But as he watched her sleeping soundly, wrapped in her own bed hair, the ice slowly melted. He looked at her face – and albeit the darkness was almost deep enough to hide it from him, if he strained his eyes, he could still see her relaxed, unguarded expression. Her sleep was peaceful, without any hint of pain – a truly blissful sight he can never get tired of.
He leaned towards her to rest his head on her shoulder for a moment and listen to her breath – even and calm. Nothing was happening, but Kenshin couldn’t shake off the feeling his dream brought upon him. The cold in his chest might had been gone, but the frostbite remained.
As recent as yesterday, she felt as healthy as usual, no symptoms of early fatigue. There was no drop in her stamina, even going back for years in his memory, she only seemed to be getting stronger, more accustomed to all the work she engrossed herself in. Her self-defence practice has been going like usual, without a hitch as well. Nothing was amiss. There were no sign of death crawling into her body.
Or was there? It could had been sitting silent, hidden somewhere where no one could find it – until it strikes. Like in other people – claimed by illness early, when they should still have long lives to live – but their lives were cut short nonetheless. Not by sword but by the unexpected enemy within. Like hers in his dream, eating her from the inside.
He did not know all the signs – how could he be possibly sure, what symptoms might emerge – and if. And as the years pass and pass – some day she would develop an enemy within. Late or early, it was to happen. It could have been developing even that night. How could have he been so neglectful?
Creeping into his heart again, the frost came back. No matter how he kept reasoning with his mind, it wasn’t listening, it couldn’t be persuaded. She taught him how to fight the fear of preventable possibilities – but how does one fight the fear of looming certainty?
His mind knew it was right, no matter how he tried to calm it. This time it wasn’t going to let go and arguing with it could only let it sweep him with the avalanche of uncontrolled thoughts – in fact, he felt it already approach.
He sat up in his futon and let out a sigh of defeat. After such a long time there were still fears he could not handle.
He collected a blanket he kicked off in his nightmare, wrapped it around his shoulders and walked out to sit in silence and moonlight. In this warm summer night, he was in the hallways again, shivering in his blanket despite the comfortable, soft warmth. Yet it wasn’t enough to defrost the ice that settled in him.
All he could do was to disconnect himself. And so he tried, locking his eyes on the moon, hoping it’d clear his head with its bright light.
Through the sound of cicadas and his own fear ringing in his ears, he did not hear footsteps on the floor.
Shingen leaned against the pillar, as usual as if he appeared out of thin air, but not unexpected.
“Did you miss our talks so much?” He sat down next to Kenshin without bothering to wait for the invitation that would never come anyway.
Kenshin did not grace him with an answer.
He just kept looking at the moon, trying to get consumed by its glow, and in the corner of his eye, he had Shingen’s silhouette, calmly watching the night in the background, dulling the rampant thoughts with quiet, supportive presence.
But even if subdued, the fear was still there and the moonlight wasn’t cleansing it either, and neither was tracing the outlines of trees and buildings with his eyes.
“You seem really restless tonight.” Shingen gave him a knowing look. The hint of concern in his expression rubbed Kenshin the wrong way, but he knew that having company on those sleepless nights was helping him push away his thoughts.
And Shingen was right – that night the thoughts were persistent.
Yet, he didn’t ask Kenshin what was on his mind, what was haunting him so much that he couldn’t sleep again.
“Does death announce itself?” The words felt dry on Kenshin’s lips.
He didn’t look Shingen in the eye, his gaze still locked onto the moonlit garden. And he wasn’t even asking Shingen, who has never given him a clear answer that Kenshin didn’t already know – or was about to realise on his own.
“How heartless of you to ask me that.” Despite this reply, however, Shingen, didn’t seem to really mind. Smiling, even, he came back to Kenshin’s question. “Does it?”
“Have I just never cared before?”
He wasn’t one to pay attention to others around. Until she entered his life, and after that too, he never watched anyone but her. People would come and go – one way or another, and he didn’t give them a thought. He missed so many opportunities to learn the way illness works, how it looks like.
How would she even show, if she was feeling unwell? Would she show? Or maybe she was like a rabbit, hiding the symptoms until she couldn’t anymore? Would she tell him, if she felt the end approaching, Kenshin asked himself.
“I wonder.” Shingen wasn’t looking at him, but rather at the sky, with a serene expression of a man who found peace with the world.
Kenshin couldn’t. His sole presence in the hallway, where he was chased out of his bedroom by a nightmare, was a proof of it. There weren’t many things that could shake him – but loss was one of them.
Maybe this fear was the core of being alive. Maybe and will spend his life horrified of the certainty of loss and will never be free, as long as he lives.
“I wonder what would she say to your fears,” Shingen pondered.
He did not give him an answer, and he couldn’t. But Kenshin found it on his own.
There was no measures against this fear and no overcoming it, when the fate was sealed.
But was there a point of this fear? The fateful day would eventually come for her too, like it did for others, and age would claim her like it would claim him as well. There was no way around it, so the only thing one could do, was to accept it.
He couldn’t.
He just couldn’t.
Do other people just accept it, with peace in their hearts?
Does she accept it, with peace in her heart? He knew she had worries she kept for herself. That could be one of them.
But even if she was feeling the same, she was still smiling, she kept seizing the day and seizing it for him too. And the worst of crimes would be to let the fears spoil it. To ruin her hard work, the hard work she put her heart into.
He could not allow any dream to waste even one second of their time for idle worry – the time they had was meant to be savoured, and only that was right. He ought to give it what it was owed.
Fear was only in the way – and Kenshin did not tolerate anything that tried to interfere in their happiness. That was the true enemy he had to hold off and battle – not struggle with. Even if it couldn’t be slain for good, he was going to push it away, behind the walls of the fortress, where it could only attempt to siege – but it will not get in anymore.
And the fear finally withdrew, released the last bits of his soul from its claws, leaving only an exhausted void.
He was so tired.
He craved her warmth. He needed it.
“Going back already?”
As usual, Shingen could read him before Kenshin even said anything. So he just nodded – partially as confirmation, partially as a goodbye, and stood up.
Back in their bedroom, she was sleeping as soundly as when he left.
He snuggled up against her, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. She wiggled in his arms a bit, tickled by his hair, but calmed down soon, oblivious to Kenshin’s nightmare.
As he was falling asleep again, he promised himself to find and bring every possible medical book to Kasugayama. Instead of thinking of what he couldn’t prevent, he had prepare for the upcoming fate – that was something he could do. What is known, is much easier to expect – and mitigate.
His consciousness finally drifted off, this time without dreams.
=> Part 4.
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spoopy-fish-writes · 2 years
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Hello, Spoops! Could I request a fluffy drabble or a headcanon, with Masamune and Mai just resting after a long day of work? Perhaps they're sharing a dinner and just take their time to enjoy it, perhaps they're falling asleep / napping together, perhaps they're just watching the clouds or blossoming trees, or really - anything peaceful and/or domestic? Some... Tired idiots deeply in love, I suppose? Whichever sparks your interest! I trust your judgement completely.
I hope this has some semblance of sense ^^" Thank you in advance, have a lovely day!
—Lingering warmth
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Suitor(s): Masamune
TW: Food mention
Genre: Fluff
Notes: Gender neutral MC || Hiya Lorei ^^ My judgement has decided that I should entertain my recent obsession with sunsets 😌 || Sleepy idiots in love... <33
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Even with Masamune's habit of skipping out of war councils, he was busy and so were you. Work would swarm you and your interactions would be limited to brief greetings in the corridors and quick smiles. It was tiring but the both of you had things to do that couldn't be avoided. Meeting with one another was always a delight on these days with the need for something to take your minds off of work for a brief moment more than evident from the way that you would melt against each other once you returned to your room.
Your voices had long died down now, the steady breathing from the both of you filling the silence along side the chatter from the creatures of the forest that surrounded you, the sun shining a warm golden glow over the two of you as it set and you leaned on Masamune's shoulder watching it.
The food set in front of the two of you had been mostly finished, the main part of it still having been warm as you ate thanks to the fact that the two of you hadn't strayed far from Oshu. There was little left of it all now, in-between having been occasionally leaning over to pop fruit and ride into each others' mouths amongst trying to tidy everything up for when the two of you would leave, light laughter bubbling from the both of you while food missed your mouths and kisses being stolen when the two of you were close enough while tidying up.
Now you were both tuckered out, eyes drooping occasionally as the peace of the sunset further caught up to you.
It was nice and quiet in comparison to Azuchi and Oshu. Even a nice change from Masamune's usual boisterousness. These moments with him weren't always particularly memorable. They didn't have the same kind of flair as riding as fast as feasibly possible across a field, warnings to hold on tight getting lost in the wind; they didn't share the same kind of dangerous elation that came from dangerous stunts that had your heart beating wildly and the certainty that Masamune would never let you get hurt present in your heart and mind.
But they had their own charm, their own feeling of lingering affection and understanding that you couldn't match with anything else. Neither one of you felt the need to say it out loud but it was nice. A change that was more than welcome in Japan's warring period.
His hand in yours and the feeling of the steady rise and fall of his shoulder with his chest. He was warm and you smiled up at him, sleepy but content, earning a soft smile in response as he felt your eyes on him, his arm moving to bring you closer as the sky was bathed in stretches of gold and purples for that brief moment before day made way to night.
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Ikemen Sengoku: What-If Collection Event - Warlord Pets
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THE HERD - PART 2 - Azuchi Crew
Part 2 of the April Fool's fanfiction of a What-if Collection Event, your taking care of the Azuchi Crew. Hope to see you soon for Kasagayama Crew next. Also sorry for the wait. University has got my hands tied. (Writing a book for class)
Never would I thought that taking care of animals can be quite the handful sometimes. But at the same time it is like a miniature zoo of warlords I have to take care of. Even though they can be high maintenance; it makes up for their adorableness.
Day 1
Since the warlords were animals I decided to keep them in the castle of Azuchi until they got better and returned to their normal forms. Thankfully they are still able to eat normally like their human counterparts. Nobunaga would rest my shoulder for most of the day and then other times he would be flying around with Haguro and would be gone for most of the day and return later in the evening.
Masamune would play would Shogetsu and would cutely pounce on each other like adorable siblings. I can tell Shogetsu was being very careful to avoid hitting Masamune’s eye. Still cute none the less how they would play tag, take naps, and would snuggle and cuddle with me. Both of them are such cute and free spirit tigers.
Mitsuhide despite being a white fox he still manages to tease me with his tail making me jump in fright, draw on my face with ink, or tickle me. Don’t get me wrong it can sometimes be cute but also annoying because I have to give him a bath to clean up his tail. I have also noticed that he would purposely make himself dirty and would make me clean him with a bath. He’s happy when I bathe him but gets upset when he’s clean and would purposely get dirty again. Wait…? Is he purposely making himself dirty so touch him all over as I clean him? That clever Kitsune! Can I really be mad at him though that something so childish is Mitsuhide, its pretty cute.
Ieyasu was not much trouble. Although I have developed a bad habit by picking up Ieyasu only for him to adorably lick me. He would nap in the sun with Wasabi, but I would see Wasabi licking Ieyasu clean, even though he boop her to stop. But of course Wasabi doesn’t listen and eventually accepts the affection he’s receiving. The only thing that I have to be wary of his spicy appetite. He gets stinky pretty often due to his droppings and have to clean him and change up his diet so he wouldn’t get as smelly. It annoys him, but I’m already tired with Mitsuhide tricks of getting his cleaning obsession.
Mitsunari as a cat was probably the most calm and most obedient of the Azuchi pets. I know shocker. He doesn’t scratch any of the items in his room. The only thing he would do would use his paw to get my attention if he wants something. He would use his paw to help turn the pages if he is reading a book. His doe like eyes were too stunning to ignore. He would lick me with affection and would cuddle with me when we rest for the day. Neko would lick him when he’s asleep like a mother cat taking care of a small kitten. Mitsunari doesn’t lick her but he has no problem of licking me. He eats more often then his human counterpart; seems like he can’t ignore his hunger for long. Also he is quite talkative as a cat. He meows every time he sees Ieyasu but of course Ieyasu runs away. Although I did catch a rare sight of Mitsunari napping and Ieyasu laying next to him protectively. He stared at me as if to say “You didn’t see it, move on”
Hideyoshi was of course a sweetheart, yet pretty clingy. As I am taking care of the other animals he would be on my shoulder keeping an eye on the others like a guard as I walk throughout the palace of Azuchi. Or he would follow Nobunaga and hang out in a nearby tree with Mitsuhide below them. It was funny how such a heartwarming monkey taking care of Nobunaga and even the others making sure that there were no bugs like termites or fleas despite giving them a bath. The only I guess you could say misfit was Keiji who seems to burrow in the garden and sadly Mitsunari and sometimes even Masamune would fall into the holes. Hideyoshi would get the help of Yukimura to refill the holes back up as Nobunaga chases after Keiji in punishment of damaging the garden. Hideyoshi would play with my hair and would design it on occasion and play with Uri by playing music.
Now that I am on the subject of Keiji he is hilarious. He is very hearty when he is filled with food, it was almost as if once he is fed he is hyper and full of energy. He would always entertain me by doing something silly. He would oink and would snuggle into me. But he usually behaves this way because he done something naughty but harmless. From damaging the garden by burrowing underground and would push another warlord in the hole. But he did get pushed into the hole by Mitsuhide and buried Keiji in the hole. Jisei would always help him out of the hole. Nobunaga did give him quite a scare as payback from rummaging in the kitchen and causing a huge mess and Jisei did eat a couple of Nobunaga's precious konpeito. Note to self; don't eat Nobunaga's konpeito. Unless offered.
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Love 4 All; Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/686519660882083840?source=share
Kicho: https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/682730961857822720/nsfw-enchanting-physical-attraction-kicho-x
Trick Or Treat Ask Game:
https://at.tumblr.com/thezestyone/hehe-hi-olive-can-i-go-trick-or-treating-with/09yex700oyz1
Yukimura: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/689167553241694208?source=share
Kenshin, as well as Kanetsugu:
https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/683661979034025984/nsfw-kenshin-x-reader-x-kanetsugu-personal
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The Strange Neighbors:
https://tumblr.com/thezestyone/the-strange-neighbors-kanetsugu-kanetsugu-x/fmbk5grl18up
Hideyoshi:
Olive’s Bday fest for Hideyoshi 2022; Part 1:
https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/684462498657796096/olives-hideyoshi-birthday-fest-story-2022
Olive’s Bday fest for Hideyoshi 2022; Part 2:
https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/684462520484970496/nsfw-a-flower-so-beautiful-hideyoshi-x-reader
Ranmaru: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/687630282753523712?source=share
Motonari:
https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/684634069763506177/could-i-ask-for-a-motonari-fic-smut-ot-fluff
https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/689010544131391488?source=share Nobunaga: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/688605181840162816?source=share
Dabbling in AUs:
https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/683380485132582913/an-introduction-from-the-ghetto-ikesen-various
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ikemenlibrary · 6 months
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The Act (Ikemen Sengoku)
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Pairing: Yukimura Sanada x MC (Mai) Summary: Mai seeks out Yukimura's help for something that she feels only he can help with - tricking Shingen.
Word count: 1.1k
Request:
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51.🤞 must pretend | spy | secret identity | identity reveal | undercover | fake dating | secret relationship | fake-married | fake [insert role] | essentially, they must pretend to be somebody they’re not/to be in a dynamic they’re not
A note from the author: Not me returning from the dead after a year away LOL - anyways, this was written as a request from @/belovedstill's prompt list. Requests are still open if you would like to send something in for ikevamp, ikesen, or ikepri! Thank you @belovedstill for this lovely list and prompt, I loved every second of this!
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“What do you mean, ‘Yukimura, I need you to pretend to be my fake lover to get Shingen to take a hint.’?” Yukimura and Mai were enjoying some late afternoon tea in his room, when Mai had proposed this idea to him rather nonchalantly. “Are you crazy? He can read me like an open book. He also knows I’d never date an ugly boar woman like you.”
Mai huffed, blowing air out of her hair, making her bangs fly up and lay askew on her forehead. “Don’t say it like that Yuki! Learn some tact, wouldya?” 
“Oh shaddup Mai,” Yuki said, gesturing at her with his full teacup. “You know it’s true!” 
“It isn’t true and I’m not a boar woman!” Mai argued, her brow furrowing in frustration. “I happen to be a very graceful woman. Like… like a swan!” 
Yuki snorted into his teacup. “Yeah, that works.” He leaned in closer, glancing at her neck. “You do have an abnormally long and curvy neck.”
Mai’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, the way they always do when she gets into a heated argument with Yukimura. He always found a way to get under her skin, and she usually finds herself wondering just why she chooses to spend so much time with him when he’s back in Kasaguyama. This time was no different. 
“Yukimura, I’m serious! Shingen won’t leave me alone. He’s constantly calling me a princess, or a goddess, or his angel. I want him to stop!” Mai slammed down her teacup a little too hard, forcing the table to wobble more than Yukimura would’ve liked. “He’s all bark and no bite. Just smile nicely and move on.”
She looked at him with wide eyes, almost panicked - like a deer in headlights. “But he has tried to bite me! Quite recently, might I add.”
“He’s old, probably turning senile too.” Yuki responded, reaching for more hot water to warm his tea that had turned cold. “And shouldn’t we do everything we can to make sure grandpa’s are happy in their old ages?” There was a hint of sadness in Yuki’s eyes as he looked intently at the floor, and Mai dropped whatever retort she had as Shingen brazenly waltzed into Yukimura’s room, pausing only slightly when he noticed Mai sitting nonchalantly on his friend’s floor. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Yuuuuki, you didn’t mention anything about having any female visitors this afternoon.”
Shingen’s shark-like, suave grin had Mai rolling her eyes, biting her lip so as not to snap back at Shingen. She was in Yukimura’s room, and they were good friends so she wouldn’t disrespect Yuki like that, as much as she wished she could. So, Yukimura’s response to Shingen had Mai, whipping her head up to stare wide eyed at her friend. “Please don’t disrespect Mai like that again, Shingen. The woman I love is more than just a female visitor, maybe you were mistaking me for you?”
Shingen faltered slightly, his grin slipping for a moment before returning. “The woman you love, eh?” He questioned, bringing his hand up to rub at his chin. “And don’t think I didn’t hear you insult me. I’m just in a particularly good mood today and will let it slide.” His gaze fixed on Mai now. “Mai, you didn’t tell me that you and Yuki had this… relationship. No wonder you never took me up on any of my nightly invitations.”
Before Mai could lose her courage, she shoved her hand into Yuki’s, gripping his calloused hand in her own sweaty one. “Yup! I couldn’t betray my Yukimura like that. Sorry Shingen, I should’ve been more honest. My sweetie pie is just very shy, as I’m sure you know well. Right Yuki?”
“Hey! I’m not your–” He cut himself off as Mai dug her nails harshly into her skin, shooting daggers at her before plastering the fakest smile on his face she had ever seen. “You’re right, boo bear. I was a bit embarrassed to admit my feelings for Mai to you, Shingen. That’s why I asked Mai to not mention anything. We’ve been meeting late at night every night, but today I couldn’t bear to wait any longer to see her, so I asked her to meet me for some afternoon tea.”
“I see,” Shingen nodded, eying their tightly clenched hands. “It seems as if I’ve interrupted something, so I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it. Yuki, you know where to find me if you need any tips or suggestions on how to keep a woman happy.” “Goodbye, Shingen.” Yukimura dismissed his elder, his eyes not once leaving Mai’s face as his grip on her hand loosened into a gentle hold.
“Goodbye, you two.” Shingen turned away, and as he exited the doorway, he called over his shoulder. “By the way, if you want anyone to actually believe you two are in love, you better start working on your acting.” 
Shingen’s laughter could be heard from down the hall, and Yukimura hastily jerked his hand away from Mai’s rubbing it on his kimono. “Your hand was so sweaty! It was gross!” 
Mai recoiled, shoving her finger in his face to point at him. “Yeah well, we wouldn’t have had to hold hands if you didn’t decide to pretend to be in a relationship with me!”
“You asked me to, woman!” Yukimura swiped Mai’s hand away from his face, capturing her hand in his once again, and clumsily interlocking them. “And this is how you hold hands! Not whatever you tried to do before!”
“Why are you always so critical of me?!” Mai asked moving to stand up and rip her hand out of Yukimura’s. He didn’t let go though, instead opting to use their linked hands to tug her back down, tumbling into his lap.
“Because you’re a boar woman, and someone’s gotta keep you in check.” Yukimura’s voice was deeper now, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Plus, you seem to like it. Always asking to spend time with me.” 
“I–” Mai faltered, turning to meet Yuki’s gaze, not realizing just how close he had gotten. “You’re just sometimes more tolerable than the rest, is all.” Yukimura squeezed her hand, and a surge of electricity shot through her body. “If I’m tolerable, you should reevaluate your taste in company. Sounds like we need to get you more air.” “Hey Yuki,” Mai muttered, their noses so close they were almost touching.
“Yeah?” He whispered back, his eyes searching her own for any sort of clue as to what she was gonna say next. “Shut up!” She exclaimed and shot up from his lap, escaping from his grip as giggles bubbled from her lips while he scrambled to chase after her, muttering under his breath that he was gonna get her when she least expected it. 
On the other side of the wall, unbeknownst to Yukimura and Mai, Shingen and Sasuke stood shoulder to shoulder, exchanging knowing looks as they heard their two friends’ laughter ringing through the hallways of the otherwise quiet castle.
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judejazza · 3 months
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I’d like to request Ranmaru with love letters :)
A RANMARU REQUEST!!!! you have no idea how insanely happy this made me!!! I adore him so much ;_;
1108 Words Ranmaru/Reader
Minutes and Seconds
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Being Nobunaga’s page meant Ranmaru was often kept busy.
It was something you had always known, but perhaps never truly understood until you developed feelings for him. Then you’d begun to notice more significantly the hours or days you didn’t see him, and others around you had begun to notice how you’d always look up with hope when someone began to walk down the hallway. Hideyoshi was the most overprotective with this, demanding to know who it was who kept you waiting when you so obviously wanted to be with him.
And then you and Ranmaru had become lovers, and instead of counting in hours and days you began to count in minutes and seconds. Days were colder without him there, and you often felt as though you’d lost a spring in your step without his cheery self around. It was as if his very presence lit the whole of Azuchi up. Of course, you knew he was around but your jobs kept you separate. In reality the time apart hadn’t changed, it was just now you were considerably more aware of it.
Of course, being the absolutely delightful partner that he was, Ranmaru had come up with a solution after he’d admitted that he missed you, too.
If his duties would keep him busy for the day you’d find a letter wedged under the door to your room. He’d tell you about how he slept, any dreams he had, anything that had happened that morning — what he’d had for breakfast, reminding you to also eat and that he’d try and see you at some point, no matter how brief.
Then you’d begun to respond in kind, leaving the notes with Nobunaga before you went to work for the day. He found it amusing and was more than willing to go along with it, if only because it seemed to bring out a side to Hideyoshi he hadn’t seen before. Ranmaru would respond then, this time talking about his work for the day if he could, reminding you to eat lunch — always finishing with an I miss you before he would slip it into your hands when parting from you after he would stop by for a brief kiss at the end of his lunch break and the start of yours.
You’d leave your next response under the door to his room, where he always returned after his afternoon duties. If you were going to get time to spend with him, it would be in the evening but more and more recently it seemed as if you constantly missed each other. The daily letters had gone up from two to three, the final one always awaiting you before you went to bed; his one would always smell like him, like peaches and sunlight.
Each of the letters you received were meticulously stowed away, any time you missed him particularly much you’d pull them out and pour over them. You knew it was quite silly to do so, you’d always known he was busy; perhaps you’d just taken it for granted before.
Heaving a sigh you grab your brush and some paper to write him another letter. You could creep to his room, leave it there for him to wake up to… it’s late, he’d be asleep by now, surely? Briefly you doubt your plan, it’s not that you don’t want to see him, it’s just more… what if someone caught you sneaking to his room? What if someone saw you hurrying away and got the wrong idea? It’s not that you cared about it — but it was more… his reputation. If someone misunderstood and got him into trouble—
Yet you want to see him, you want to give him something to wake up to — make him feel how missed he is.
Silently you creep along the hallways until you come to Ranmaru’s room. The lights are off and there’s no sound of movement, but you know better than to assume that mean’s he’s asleep or not there — he can be especially stealthy and always has ways of appearing unseen and unheard, and-
You slip the folded paper under his door and sigh softly — yet freeze when it gets pulled in all the way. He’s there. He’s awake.
Briefly you think about heading in. Your heart urging you to, thumping loudly in your chest you’re positive he can hear it and yet you do nothing but stare at the door. You should leave, turn on your heel and walk back the way you came but-
The door slides open and you find yourself face to face with him.
For a moment you study him, the brief time apart having caused how deceptively handsome his face is to be dulled in your mind, but it’s cut off when he grabs your sleeve and pulls you into the dark room and slides the door shut instantly.
“Wha-”
Ranmaru covers your mouth quickly and shakes his head. Had he heard something you couldn’t? Each time your heart thuds you find yourself growing increasingly anxious until you hear footsteps pass and then fade.
Then, the moment the coast is clear, he turns to you with a bright expression. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you whisper, wanting to close the gap to him and hug him, but knowing if you do it’ll be all the harder to separate from him. “I just…” you motion to the letter in his hand. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Can I hug you?”
“What?”
“And kiss you?”
His question is so earnest and so innocent that it doesn’t match the heated look in his eyes that the moonlight from a nearby open window illuminates. You swallow thickly — surely he understands as well as you do that things won’t be any easier if you can’t leave each other? Sure it’s natural for couples to be together all night, but-… but-
Every single excuse, every single reason why you shouldn’t gets chased from your thoughts by the simple idea that you need him, and that you missed him, and that the brief moments together are just not enough.
You give him a nod, but close the gap between you yourself, throwing yourself to his chest. Ranmaru’s arms enclose around you, holding you with a strength you’d never figure from his frame. He smell’s like peaches, and as his lips connect with yours, you think he tastes like them, too.
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leonscape · 10 months
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Coconut Companion
Masamune x Coconut, a crack fic
The Fruitverse is growing. Now introducing the cocomune ship @drewadoodle
Word Count: 459
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Masamune was in the kitchen, cooking up something new. He joyfully hummed as he whisked the ingredients together. Masamune wasn’t the type to shy away from experimenting, so here he was, mixing the coconut milk in with the rice flour. The old merchant that had sold the coconuts to him gave him detailed instructions on how to open and extract all the coconut products.
And it was then that Masamune had fallen in love. He loved the possibilities of all the new yummy dishes he could make with this new ingredient. After carefully husking and cracking the coconuts, he had fresh supplies of coconut water and coconut meat. Finely chopping the meat, blending it with the coconut water, then straining it gave him the sweetest coconut milk, just like the merchant said. 
It wasn’t long before Masamune’s new coconut mochi was born. He stuffed it with white bean paste, which was mixed with a bit of coconut flakes. One taste, and Masamune fell even more in love with the precious coconut.
The coconut water was helpful with hydration, coconut milk was amazing in all kinds of sweet treats, and with further processing, the coconut oil helped with dry skin especially during the harsh winter. 
In Masamune’s eyes, his lovely coconut was perfect in every way. Eventually, he began to carry a coconut everywhere he went. Sometimes he would draw on his coconut, either a small little doodle or a face. He always doted on his companion and showed his love and affection. 
Of course Mamayoshi had to intervene based on growing concerns. The coconut was always at war council and he even brought it to actual battles of war. “Um, Masamune, do you really need to bring your coconut companion to these meetings?” Hideyoshi questioned.
“Of course I do,” Masamune answered.
Mitsuhide chuckled with a pineapple in hand, “He’s grown fond of a coconut, so let him be. Never wanting to part is normal.”
“But he does… weird things to it,” Hideyoshi said. 
The coconut innocently rested on Masamune’s lap and he gently caressed the coconut. Mitsuhide snickered, “My, my, you’ve got a dirty mind, Hideyoshi.”
“What? No I don’t! I was just trying to say that it’s a bit too distracting. I mean we already allowed you to bring your pineapple to the meetings, but we can’t have more distractions here,” Hideyoshi explained. 
“Why are you so concerned? This doesn’t provide any distractions, right Lord Nobunaga?” Mitsuhide asked.
“No, do as you wish. But first I would like to finish this meeting,” Nobunaga answered. 
And so they continued without further interruption. After they concluded the meeting, Masamune took his coconut back to his room for some alone time. He cherished the coconut, cleaning it and cuddling it after.
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venulus · 1 year
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Of Comfy Crocs and Ugly Sweaters
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Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x Fem!reader Theme: ChristmasGenre: Romance Warnings: None Word Count: 450 
(a/n): And here’s the fic we were talking about @lorei-writes ages ago. I honestly couldn’t find the post where we discussed Mitsuhide wearing white crocs and an ugly sweater ;;;; I remember there were more people interested in this fic, but sadly I can’t remember. @little-butterfly-writes I think you were interested too, but my memory is super wack lately.
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          "What is it, Little Mouse?" Mitsuhide’s deep voice pulled you from your reverie. "You've been staring for a while." He noted this, closing the book he was reading before placing it on the coffee table.           You shook your head and flashed him a tender smile. "I was just thinking about how quickly you’ve adapted to this time period."           Snuggling closer to you on the couch, he rested his head against yours, letting out a sound that resembled a low purr. "I'm going to miss the commodities of the modern world once we get back," he mused.           The wormhole was supposed to open a few days after Christmas and bring you both back to the Sengoku period, where your dearest family and friends were eagerly awaiting your return.           "I'm going to miss these, especially," he released a dejected sigh as he stared at his feet.           "You really like your crocs, don't you?"           Pursing his lips at your playful tone, he met your gaze and stated, "Why, yes. They are quite comfortable."           You would not pretend like you disliked that ugly-looking kind of footwear, yet you could not help but laugh wholeheartedly at how cute he seemed to you at that precise moment. And your contagious laughter set his heart aflutter and the tips of his ears ablaze. And in an attempt to hide them from your sight, he gingerly cupped your chin between his index and thumb before pressing his lips to yours in a lingering, chaste kiss.           A soft hum reverberated in your throat as you melted into his sweet kiss. But, much to your dismay, he let go all too soon.           "What about the Christmas sweater?" You pointed at the ugly Christmas sweater he was currently wearing. It was a dark, verdant sweater with an image of an adorable-looking owl, and it read: ‘Owl be home for Christmas."           "I shall bring it back home," he explained simply. "It was a present from you, after all." He could swear he’s never seen you sport such a wide smile on your gorgeous face before. "My, you seem rather pleased," he teased you, showing you that vulpine smile of his.           You nodded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you softly admitted, "I am. And I’m also bringing my sweater back home!"           "I'm pleased to know you liked the one I got you, (y/n)." He let out a delighted chuckle before kissing your forehead.           The sweater he gifted you had Minnie Mouse stamped on it. But, of course, he was not aware of who the black mouse in a red dress was. He bought it for you simply because it reminded him of you—his cute and curious little mouse. 
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solorfainiel · 2 years
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Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi/Main Character
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When the cat’s away, the little mouse will play…
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