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xathia-89 · 5 years

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Long Lost Sibling - Nobunaga

I was in more than a little bit of a stunned state. I was clutching my bag to my chest, sat in ruined and smoky clothes while riding on a horse that belonged to a warlord who trusted me less than he could throw me. His hazel eyes were alight with passion when he had run to the scene of the fire. I learnt shortly after that, I had saved Nobunaga Oda from the flames that had been destined to kill him from the history that I had discovered. I was lucky that I hadn’t lost my bag, no one could understand why I refused to let go of it as it kept moving slightly, still as scared as I was most likely as I tried to keep my breathing level. I was used to a high level of stress and expectation on my head, but I felt like I was floundering out of my depth in this scenario. I had been meeting up with one of my college friends, who had followed his passion and turned to an astrophysicist. Then we’d been caught out by a storm, and somehow ended up five hundred years in the past.

I was grateful to arrive at the castle. I was given my own quarters, a bath and some clean clothes. The maids helped me with the kimono as I had hidden my opened bag in my wardrobe, knowing it would be safe there for this instance. Then the same man who had brought me here entered the room and instantly began to correct my crooked obi sash before he let me leave.

I was in 1582, I had saved Nobunaga Oda from the flames that had been his demise in my timeline, and I was surrounded by Hideyoshi Toyotomi, Masamune Date, Ieyasu Tokugawa, Mitsunari Ishida and Mitsuhide Akechi. Six warlords whose names I had been very well acquainted with during my studies. They had all been footnotes and names, now I was faced with the real things. And they were all armed. I hadn’t been unarmed until I had gotten changed. My duelling swords were in my bag, along with my sole companion in my travelling lifestyle.

Nobunaga kept staring at me, it was slightly unnerving, but I couldn’t let the ‘enemy’ know that. It was like a match warm up. If the opposition could sense your nerves, then it was a weak spot to exploit. I stood straight, holding myself as though there was a string attached to the ceiling. I had spent years training in more ways than one, and this was definitely the time I would need my own defence.

“I refuse to spend my days doing ‘girly’ things,” I finally snapped, refusing to let them lord it all over me just because I happened to pick up Oda’s eye while saving his life.

“Then I appoint you as my Chatelaine,” the Devil King stated, glaring at me as though wondering what I was still doing being present in the meeting.

I let myself out and used the maids to find my way back to my room quickly.

I heard the scratching at my wardrobe and quickly opened it as my cat glared at me. He always insisted on sitting in my bag to the point that I had my handbags made, especially to accommodate his quirks. Luckily, he hadn’t made any kind of mess in my bag or wardrobe, and I also had a veranda to let him get out for a stretch with access to the gardens. Though surprisingly, he hated grass and would do anything to avoid walking on it as he turned his nose up at me. The maids had left out some water for washing in, though Nobu instantly decided it had been left for him and eagerly lapped at it. I needed to get something from the kitchens for him as I pondered about the meat availability, and making a friend or two in the kitchen to ensure a good supply. I was scratching Nobu behind the ears as the door opened, and one of the older maids looked surprised at the scene.

“Don’t tell anyone I have a cat please,” I smiled, “I just need to make sure there’s always a bowl of water, and I need help getting him food please?” I asked with a head tilt.

“Of course, Lady Natsuki,” she bowed and immediately rushed off.

It sounded strange being referred to as a princess, I certainly had never acted in such a royal manner, though it was often referred to how I held myself as I was growing up. I existed in my own class, every movement was graceful and precise as I moved, and it was always the outwards appearance that came off as someone of importance. I could barely remember anything from before the age of ten, it was as though I just appeared in Kyoto, and I lived with my parents, who I barely saw. It was a constant flow of nannies and tutors, and I naturally attended a private school. My talent in ballet and fencing was encouraged and quickly honed. Before coming through the wormhole, I didn’t actually have a home. I spent my time travelling and attending competitions all over the world. I had been referred to as the master dueller, but it wasn’t something I believed I could call myself yet.

The maid came back with a tray of food for me, and it included an overabundance of meat. Nobu was at my knees in an instant, meowing incessantly at me until he had his portion of food in front of him. His purring was endearing as the maid introduced herself as Kinu, and she smiled at the sight of a now contented cat. He had already settled himself down on the futon covers, which was going to make it interesting for me getting into bed if it hadn’t already been a double one anyway.

“I’ll do what I can to help if you don’t want anyone else to know,” she offered.

“He gets overwhelmed by people easily, that’s all,” I explained. “So if people don’t know about him, then it’s going to be less stress for him. Thank you,” I softly finished. My exhaustion was hitting me like a ton of bricks now I’d finally stopped.

“I’ll come by in the morning, sleep well Lady Natsuki,” Kinu smiled.

“Please, drop the title, it’s just Natsuki,” I corrected. “See you in the morning, Kinu.”

Routine was essential around the castle. After three days of being avoided by Hideyoshi, I stalked him out and demanded that he tell me my duties the following day. It was just outside of Nobunaga’s tenshu where I had caught him, and Oda opened the door to commend my determination before telling his vassal that he was spending the day showing me how the castle worked tomorrow.

Toyotomi was far from impressed, but then I couldn’t do my job if I didn’t know what it was. I was introduced to everyone as the Chatelaine, and I made my connections in the kitchens and amongst the maids outside of Kinu. I helped them to get a few things passed the warlords, and I had the trust of the staff long before Hideyoshi was prepared to do anything of the sort.

I figured there was a banquet that night, judging from all the flying about the staff were doing. Kinu confirmed to me that I was right as I helped her to pick up a box.

“Natsuki!” I heard as we placed the final box on the counter level. “How many times do I need to tell you about not pushing yourself?” Hideyoshi was in mother hen mode it appeared as Kinu couldn’t hide her smile.

“We worked together, there wasn’t any strain in it for either of us,” I pointed out. “Also were you meant to inform me of the event tonight?”

Hideyoshi blushed as he was caught out.

“I won’t tell anyone,” I chuckled, “I’m going to get ready.”

There had been numerous reports from all the staff of strange noises coming from the Chatelaine’s room. Mitsuhide was naturally sent to investigate, as he made sure that no one could see where he was going. Kinu had been strangely close to the new arrival, and the two would often be seen gossiping while cleaning and working through the castle. There were rumours the two would eat together on occasions, but it hadn’t been confirmed by anyone yet. It was silent as everyone had been assembled at the banquet, and the kitsune slide the door open. It was organised to perfection, something that did remind him of the Princess as the sight of two long, thin blades perked his interest, but they would not be the source of the unknown sound. He opened the wardrobe carefully and was attacked by a black fur ball with claws, that then dashed straight out of the room. Mitsuhide paused for a minute and could feel that his face was scratched by whatever it was, logic dictated that it was a cat judging from size and speed. It wasn’t expected, but Akechi then realised he had just released the animal out into the castle and immediately then scrambled out of the woman’s room, forgetting to close the doors.

Masamune’s scouts returned during the banquet with a concerning report regarding the night at Honno-Ji, so everyone was dispersed. Nobunaga was walking with Hideyoshi to his tenshu, where the Lord had managed to persuade his vassal that this was definitely a suitable time for konpeito. The sugar candies were waiting for them in the room, and they started to digest the reports from the scouts. Then a scratch came from the ceiling, much to their surprise, before a black blob dropped through and started to lick at the candy in Oda’s hand.

A hurried knock and Toyotomi threw the door open.

“Hi,” I smiled and spotted Nobu sat very happily on Nobunaga’s shoulder while licking at the sugar candy in his hand. “I’m really sorry about this,” I said and went to pick up my stray cat.

Then I was hissed and swatted with.

“Excuse me, mister,” I hissed back. “You know sugar isn’t good for you,” I scolded, much to Oda’s amusement as my cat refused to stop digging his claws in.

“How have you kept him secret for this long?” Hideyoshi was surprised that the fuzzball had an owner.

“He doesn’t normally like people, it’s just been him and me for a few years,” I shrugged, trying to avoid the fact that I’d fallen through a wormhole to get here. It wasn’t a lie, it was usually just me and Nobu in the RV I used as my travelling home. He didn’t like going outside beyond the cemented over car parks, even though I’d forever be begging for the little sod to go toilet outside of the RV. He’d usually make a deal of having a walk outside, and then coming in only to use the litter tray and go back outside. “It was easier to keep him in my room, and Kinu was always handy to help me,” I explained, scratching my cat behind his ears. “He’s obviously taken a liking to Nobunaga,” I shrugged.

“What’s his name?” Oda was curious as I froze up.

“Nobu,” I muttered, looking embarrassed and away from the two warlords.

“He does remind me of you,” Hideyoshi commented, getting a closer look at the cat who was now staring at him with wine coloured eyes.

“Well, at least he isn’t tearing the place apart-” I was interrupted by a slightly bloodied Mitsuhide joining the room. “Oh, that’s how he got out,” my eyes widened at the scratches across Akechi’s face. “That’s normally how he greets people,” I gestured to the white-haired male.

Hideyoshi looked like he was going to comment on the kitsune, but a look from Nobunaga silenced his vassal.

I was about to give up on having a cat. He was always on Oda’s shoulder or following the man about with devotion, regardless of where he was. I had heard that he’d even been in war councils. It didn’t help that Nobunaga ignored my instructions regarding feeding him sugar candies, I was beginning to sympathise with Hideyoshi, though I never let him know about my secret chocolate supply in my room.

It was a beautiful night, I had the doors open to admire the stars as I had the candle lit and some chocolate to finish off a long day. Then someone opened my door, and I had a black fur ball wanted something sweet in my lap in an instant.

“Oh, now you’re interested?” I chuckled, stroking Nobu affectionately as Nobunaga leant over to see what I was eating. “Close the door and take a seat, we don’t need Hideyoshi giving us a lecture,” I grinned.

We ended up talking about very little of importance, but I introduced the man to chocolate as he shared his precious sugar candies.

Then Toyotomi found us.

“Lord Nobunaga, Lady Natsuki!” Hideyoshi immediately scolded, though I had to admit that Oda was quicker than I could ever imagine. He was long gone down the corridor and left me alone to deal with a fully bristled mother hen.

I didn’t know what lead me to my actions, but when the vassal turned around to start telling me off, I kissed him passionately on the lips. He returned it with equal fire before we separated. I smiled and told him goodnight before closing the door. It took a little while before he left, walking in the direction of his manor. Nobunaga owed me as I trailed a finger over my lips that were still tingling.

“Lady Natsuki!” I looked up from my scrubbing of the floor to see Mitsunari looking concerned, a frown on the face of an angel. “Lord Nobunaga has some news for you, he’s requesting your presence in the tenshu.”

“This must be urgent,” I replied, making sure I wasn’t covered in muck before I stood up.

“Please, follow me,” he asked, turning about promptly and quickly leading.

I was definitely the most underdressed one in the room. Hideyoshi was scowling at my attire, but Oda cut him off before he could start.

“You need to pack and get ready to leave, you’re coming with us,” the black haired male stated.

“My Lord!” Mitsunari and Hideyoshi both exclaimed in surprise.

“As long as I can know where I am going,” I asked.

“I need my lucky charm with me to flush two dead men out onto the field,” he smirked. “You should be able to leave Kinu in charge of Nobu,” he added.

“I am still trying to figure out why I am sharing my cat,” I grumbled, making the two vassals smile to see us in such closeness. Masamune had made the comment that to watch me and Nobunaga converse was akin to watching siblings, which the other warlords had then agreed with and I chose to ignore.

“I like how you complain about your cat and not being dragged out to battle,” Oda smirked. I simply shrugged in response before we all cleared out to get ready for the upcoming event.

A thud behind Ieyasu made him jump. Natsuki had just been behind him while attending to a minor wound that needed bandaging before he would be sent back out. The soldier was looking shocked, and the Princess was unconscious on the floor. The warlord quickly finished his current task before rushing over to the woman. She wasn’t burning up, and she looked a little pale but nothing drastic.

“She was fine, then she was on the floor,” the soldier was gaping.

Tokugawa gathered the Chatelaine into his arms, a frown deep on his forehead. The other warlords would want to know, but there wasn’t a known cause for her collapse. It would worry them for no reason, but then again, Nobunaga was just as likely to punch him in the face for withholding the information.

“My Lord?” The man the Princess had been attending to was looking confused. His bandage was adequate as the blonde glanced him over.

“Find any of them, and tell them the Princess has collapsed. She is resting in Lord Nobunaga’s tent,” he instructed with a swift nod.

Hideyoshi rushed back to the camp as soon as the news was received. Oda had said nothing but would make sure everyone else left him alone later until they had figured things out for themselves. The Princess had no degeneration, but to see her in such a state without a cause was concerning for them all involved. There was nothing anyone could do for her by staying behind, she had a guard protecting her, and she had Ieyasu to hand in case of any complications as the vassal pressed a light kiss to her forehead before returning to the front.

My eyes were sore. I had slept with my contact lenses in, as I slowly sat up and tried to see what my surroundings were until I realised that I stood very little chance without taking out my lenses. I heard the tent flap move as I went to remove the second one.

“Huh, future inventions?” Oda’s voice made me jump slightly, and I gave him a glare from mismatched eyes before taking the second lens out.

“It’s one way of proving it, could you get my glasses from my bag, please? My eyesight isn’t the best after having my contact lenses in for so long,” I sighed, gently rubbing my currently closed eyes.

I heard the flap move again, and the guard stiffly reply to his Lord’s request to retrieve my bag and a change of clothes. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the rest of the warlords descended on me, but then again with Nobunaga’s presence, it may be a different story. Some bowls of water were found, and a makeshift screen erected so I could change in private.

My glasses were similar in style to those that Sasuke wore, only I had thinner frames, and my eyesight was nowhere near as bad as the poor ninja’s. It was bringing the world into focus for me and made reading a lot easier, though to avoid needing always to be removing my protective gear I favoured contacts, which also gave me the option to darken my eyes to a shade of brown from their unusual wine colour.

Tokugawa let himself in while I was changing and gave me his usual unimpressed expression.

“I didn’t exactly plan it,” I snorted, folding my arms.

“No, but there’s definitely the obvious right now that you’re Nobunaga’s sister,” the blonde shrugged, sitting me back down on the futon as I stared at the tsundere man in shock. “You two act and look like siblings, so shall we just face the obvious?” He asked us, acting as though we were the idiots in this situation.

“Just make sure she’s fine,” Oda grumbled, glowering at the other man in the tent.

I kept reaching for the bowls with water in to rub into my eyes. They were dry and itchy, and water was the best thing I had to hand. Tokugawa had left us for now, and it was like staring into a mirror after all of my dreams.

“I had these really vivid dreams,” I needed to break the stifling silence around us. “That you fought with me in one arm against someone else in the family, at father’s funeral,” I murmured, desperate to not look at his eyes as I needed to lift the burden on my chest. “Then there were all those occasions of you dragging me with you all over the castle, giving the staff heart failure as we’d be found in the pantry with the candies,” I was twirling a lock of hair around my finger. “And various people would catch us and scold us as Hideyoshi does now,” I couldn’t stop the faint smile from spreading across my face. “Then there are the times you would storm into the middle of my dance lessons to correct what I was doing,” I trailed off.

His hug was territorial. I couldn’t stop the tears as he laughed at them.

“I thought you’d been killed,” he admitted. “If you fell through a wormhole to get here, then you must have fallen through one to leave. At least you are safe,” he patted me on the head.

“And you stole my cat,” I sulked. “He hates people, but loves you! The things I’ve done for him,” I pouted and mock glared at the devil king.

“Well, you did name him after me,” Nobunaga smugly announced before I swatted him on the arm. “Then again I announced you to your proper title before we found out the obvious, princess,” he smirked. “Now to torment the rest of them,” he leaned in, a glimmer in his eyes that I recognised as dangerous for poor Hideyoshi, not that it would stop me doing anything as I grinned in response.

Toyotomi was wearing a hole in the ground around the campfire. Masamune was finishing dishing up some food, and chuckling at the state that his friend was getting himself into.

“So when are you two going to kiss?” Date grinned.

“Er, what?” Hideyoshi snapped his head up, a blush dark across his cheeks as he remembered the steamy string the couple had shared when he caught them sneaking candy late at night.

“Oh, I see,” the one-eyed dragon laughed. “She’s good then?”

“I will remove your remaining eye,” Hideyoshi threatened, the colour in his cheeks trying to outshine the flames next to them.

“You’ll need Nobunaga’s permission anyway,” Ieyasu added into the conversation. “She’s his sister after all.”

“What?” Masamune dropped the ladle he had been holding into the pot.

“Natsuki, she’s the missing sister,” Tokugawa shrugged. “She’s wearing glasses at the moment, and you can see that they’re practically the spitting image of each other, so no wonder Hideyoshi likes her,” the blonde added to the conversation, not taking his eyes off the bowl of food he was consuming.

Hideyoshi leapt over the seats and soldiers, making the other warlords smirk in knowledge before barging into the tent, his breath hitched in his throat.

“Er, hi?” I questioned, sitting on the floor next to Nobunaga, both of us taken aback by the sudden intrusion. It was like looking at the obvious now we had all figured it out, and my glasses were still absolutely disgusting. I pushed them back onto my face in defeat, acknowledging that I would need to find a clean piece of fabric somewhere and probably some water.

“So, it’s true?” Toyotomi was addressing Oda rather than me, and it irritated the hell out of me.

“You can ask either of us, instead of just defaulting to Nobunaga just because he’s a man,” I snapped, glaring at the vassal as I felt my brother’s smirk widen behind me.

“She does have a point,” Oda was enjoying this way too much as Hideyoshi was blushing for an entirely different reason now. “Anyway, we pack up camp, there is no point to further bloodshed,” the warlord declared. “And you will be sticking close to Ieyasu or me while we sort things,” he said, looking at me. I had to concede with a smile since I had not long recovered from fainting.

My brother was becoming an unbearable tease once we arrived back. It was officially announced that I was the sister of Nobunaga, and then there was a rapid increase in the interest and mail I was now receiving from daimyos, including Shingen Takeda who had decided I was now worthy of his attention. Nobunaga was thriving in the fact that I was determined to do as I pleased still, and kept up my role as Chatelaine seriously, despite that virtually of the staff were now terrified of me because of my change in the family name. Though the person I was missing the most, was the change in Hideyoshi. The vassal had taken to avoiding me completely at every turn. He was never there to offer me any help, but I had heard he was always scouring the castle to find any way of making sure he wouldn’t walk into me. It was hurting me, and Oda had figured it out.

I was told to wear a red kimono that my brother had made for me, and Kinu had done my hair in a different style while I was stood waiting at the gates at the time he had told me to. It was confusing, but I figured that he had a reason since he’d never given me any kind of instruction like this before.

It felt like a lifetime before someone was running in my direction. I was surprised to see that it was Hideyoshi, but apparently not as shocked as he was at my appearance.

His lips and mouth were red hot. I was cradled in his arms, and my head was being held to his demands. His tongue explored every millimetre of my mouth as I returned the fire, my arms wrapping around his neck just to give me something to hang onto. Then I jumped into his arms as a loud bang startled us both.

My brother was definitely the instigator of the entire scenario since he was wearing the biggest smirk of all the warlords. Not that Hideyoshi was letting me go, he just helped me to stand back on my feet and glared at our friends as I was trying to suppress a laugh.

“I told you monkey, she likes the sake and dumplings at the teahouse,” Nobunaga smirked broadly, not hiding his amusement at the situation.

“Oh, you set this up?” I asked, widening my eyes at the cocky man.

“Well, he was too busy avoiding you to make a move,” my brother replied. “Now go and make things right,” he ushered us away with a hand gesture and a knowing smirk. “And I don’t expect you to come home tonight, am I understood?”

“Yes, sir!” I laughed, before dragging Hideyoshi out of the gates.

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toloveawarlord · 5 years

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Day 5: Hideyoshi Devil Scenario “Office Punishment” Modern AU Smut

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Warning: Smut Ahead.

The lavish office building was normally closed at this hour, but this one evening held its doors open for company dinner and awards ceremony. The large conference room had been transformed into an elegant event space. All the important business partners, his co-workers, and even the president of the company were mingling around the room while the awards were being set in place on stage.

Hideyoshi straightened his tie, finally finished with the pleasantries of greeting some of the other staff and their partners. In his distraction, he realized that Mai hadn’t returned to him. She excused herself to use the restroom long ago. It set him on edge.

Bringing her along for the first time, despite his own hesitance, she had promised to behave perfectly. They would need to have a long discussion about the proper amount of time to be away from him at events. Scanning the crowd, a low growl left his lips at the sight of her.

Mai had a drink in her hand, its contents nearly gone. Her lips were pulled up into a warm smile and she giggled at whatever Mitsuhide had said. Of all his co-workers to be with… She twisted her hips just slightly to the music. Her tongue slid slowly across her dry lips. All small taunts. She knew he would be watching her.

It made him all the readier to punish her. The moment they returned home…

Striding up to her, Hideyoshi’s eyes narrowed further. “Mai, what are you doing?” he asked, interrupting the conversation without a second thought.

Her eyes flicked to him and then away, back to Mitsuhide. “We’re just chatting about the company, right, Mitsuhide? I wanted to know what kind of business this is, since you never talk about work.” She replied with an undertone of annoyance. It was true, that they rarely talked about his work, but it had been her doing, claiming it to be boring conversation.

“Among other things. She is quite the interesting woman, Hideyoshi. You should have introduced us sooner,” Mitsuhide said, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. He gave a wry smile, intent on riling him up further.

“Come with me,” Hideyoshi bit out, grabbing her upper arm.

Mai, much to his surprise, tugged herself free and turned her nose away. “But I don’t want to.”

He blinked, unsure if he had correctly heard her. Her arms were folded, posture clearly pointing to some unkempt behavior that would surely need a thorough correcting. “Mai.” Her name left his lips as a pure command, and he watched it begin to shatter her resolve.

But his name being called out drew his attention away. “Is this lovely woman with you the Mai you told us about?” Nobunaga asked, joining the small group. His name brand suit had been tailored excellently, both a quality fit and elegantly designed. The perfect fit for the president of his company.

“Yes, sir. Mai, this is the president of the company, Nobunaga Oda,” Hideyoshi introduced, despite wanting to take her over his knee right this second.

She perked right up, a radiant smile on her lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Oda,” Mai said, bowing politely at him. “I’m very much enjoying this event! It’s extravagant and there are all kinds of people to meet!”

“That’s very good to hear.” Nobunaga laughed and clapped Hideyoshi on the shoulder. “You can thank my vice president for being so diligent in his work. Is this your first time to the company building?”

“Yes, it is. Mitsuhide offered to show me around later on tonight-”

Hideyoshi openly stared at her with wide eyes, both appalled that it had been offered and at his wits end with her clearly having said yes.

Mai continued, her gaze fixed on Nobunaga. “I don’t even know what his office looks like.”

Like the snap of a taught wire, Hideyoshi took her arm again, smiling. “Why don’t I show you then? We have time before everything starts. If you’ll excuse us,” He gave a hasty excuse and strode off toward the elevators.

The doors slid closed, leaving them both alone. He mashed the button for his floor more times than necessary. She opened her mouth to speak but one stern look shut her up. She bit back a smile, finding it harder to meet his gaze.

Mai struggled to keep up with his pace as they walked down the empty corridor leading to his office at the very end of the hall. Hideyoshi slid his keycard through the card reader by the door, and it beeped happily with a green light.

The thud of the heavy door resounded throughout the whole room. “You wanted to see my office, didn’t you? Let’s start with the desk then, shall we? I think you’ll be spending quite some time getting acquainted with it,” Hideyoshi said, guiding her around it. He nudged the executive chair out of the way with his foot. Hideyoshi made her face the desk, standing right behind her.

“Is that a promise?” Mai asked, casting a taunting smile over her shoulder at him.

Hideyoshi let out a breathy but irritated chuckle. “No, but I can promise that your ass is going to be five different shades of red after that little performance downstairs,” he spoke into her ear. Pushing both hands on her against shoulders, he bent her over the edge.

Her breath hitched in anticipation, giving away her true intentions. She had been aiming for this, wanting to be punished and pleasured in his office. If only she had just asked…

“Give me your hands,” Hideyoshi instructed, freeing his tie from around his neck. Expertly tying the soft material tightly around her wrists, he then flipped the skirt of her dress up around her waist. Her lacy red panties left little to the imagination, sculpting her ass perfectly. “I believe you owe me something, Mai.”

“And what would that be?” Mai retorted with feigned innocence.

Hideyoshi stared at her, the bulge in his pants growing larger. She was practically begging for him to punish her. He lopped his index fingers through the band of her panties and drew them down to her knees. “I’ll be sure to make good on my promise, little girl.”

From the top drawer of the desk, he drew out a thick wooden ruler. It had been bought for an occasion like this but had sat unused for months. Tracing the cool wood over her exposed ass, Hideyoshi raised an eyebrow at her. “Still nothing to say?”

“I’m sorr- “

Smack!

Her half-hearted apology was swiftly cut off with a hard hit of ruler. A streak of red stained her left cheek. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.” Hideyoshi began to trace softly again.

Mai let out a soft whimper, beginning to realize the mistake that she had made. Her mouth opened again to repeat her words. “I’m so-”

Smack!

On her other cheek, a matching red mark darkened on her skin. There was no reprieve this time. The ruler popped against her ass, two, three, four times. Each bringing a cry of pain from her lips. Her legs trembled, breaths heavy. He might had felt a twinge of remorse for giving such hard strikes, if her cunt wasn’t so dripping wet.

His phone buzzed in his jacket breast pocket. The ceremony was going to begin soon. He couldn’t go back with his cock throbbing in his pants, but he was far from finished with her. Stripping his suit jacket off and placing it carefully over the back of his chair, Hideyoshi unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves to roll the material up to his elbows.

He stooped down to remove her panties all the way off her legs. Crumpling them up into a messy ball, he said, “Open.”

Mai parted her dry lips, allowing him to push the material into her mouth.

“You’re going to fix this for me, Mai,” Hideyoshi started, pushing three fingers into her soaking pussy. He had little time to loosen her up, so this would have to do. “And you’ll get nothing from it. You are not allowed to cum, do you understand?”

Her head bobbed slightly.

“I want an answer,” he demanded, bringing the ruler down on her already sore ass once again.

Mai squeaked in pain, but managed to get out a muffled, “yes, sir.”

“Good. Spread your legs further,” he instructed, pulling his fingers from her. He tugged the material of his pants down just enough to get his cock free. Without much of a warning, he thrust into her all the way to hilt, eliciting what he thought to be a moan from her.

With both hands gripping tightly to her hips, Hideyoshi set a hard pace. The desk creaked under her, feeling each thrust thoroughly. She tightened around him, and he smacked her ass with his hand this time. “Don’t you dare. You won’t cum for a week if you do.”

His threat hit her exactly as intended. Mai squeezed her eyes shut, and despite her muffled moans, she fought against her own release. The slapping of their skin filled the room, mingled with his own pants.

Mai began to lose herself. Through her own panties, she began to beg. “Please. Fuck, please let me cum. Please!”

“No.” His answer came swift, and she whined loudly.

Hideyoshi knew that she was reaching her limit of self-control. Her entire body was tense, fighting against her own release. A few more thrusts and he pulled himself from her core. His hand pumped along his length, and a soft grunt left his lips. His cum painted over her ass, sliding down her thighs.

Snatching a couple of tissues from the box, he wiped the remainder of her juices off him. Hideyoshi set to redressing himself. Buttoning the final piece of the jacket, he turned his attention back to her.

Mai squirmed around, her eyes filled with her desire for release.

Hideyoshi removed her panties from her mouth, not wishing for her to choke on them while he was gone. “I’m far from finished punishing you, Mai, and I’ll be watching,” Hideyoshi said, directing her attention to the camera mounted up on the wall. For good measure, he tilted his phone in her direction, showing the live feed. He left her with one last command.

“Be a good girl and wait there for me to return.”

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Still slowly working my way through the Valentine’s Event! Thanks for sticking with me!

#this took ages to write #but dom hideyoshi is fun #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #hideyoshi toyotomi #ikesen smut #smut

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eirist · 5 years

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Points of No Return

SCRIBBLE #2 : MYTH DEBUNKED

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot scribble.

Rating: T

Note: Somehow, I had fun writing this.

Summary: A kiss won’t make your heart skip or stop.

“Ok get this,” Usopp suddenly spoke slapping a hand on top of the book that he was reading. “Did you know that when you sneeze your heart actually stops?”

Nami stopped trimming her mikan trees and glanced at him with a skeptic look. “Don’t you think it’s more like it skips a beat?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“So it’s like you die when you sneeze?”

“Uh…”

“Well…” Chopper decided to join the conversation. He stopped grinding the herbs for the medicine he was making. “That’s a misconception. The heart doesn’t actually stop or skip a beat. What happens is –”

“Wait! Hold up!” Usopp raised a hand to stop him. “None of that medical stuff that I can’t really wrap around my head.”

“Eh? But—”

A loud yawn interrupted them and they shifted their gazes to where their swordsman was lounging under the shade of Nami’s trees. “Sneezing are for wusses,” Zoro lazily announced before yawning again.

“Nobody asked you!” Nami scowled and kicked his leg.

“Sneezing means sick Nami,” Zoro scoffed at her. “Only wusses gets sick.”

“Sneezing is a normal body reflex Zoro,” Chopper’s voice cut through their conversation. “It doesn’t automatically mean that you are sick when you sneeze.” He inwardly sighed. Maybe he should really start making a medicine for idiots…

“So Robin’s story has no merit huh?” Usopp pursed his lips thoughtfully.

“What do you mean?” The doctor asked.

“Is that where this is coming from Usopp?” Nami was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Robin’s tall tales of quixotism?”

“Oh you mean those romantic shits Usopp absolutely likes?” Zoro questioned with a smirk.

“Shut up! They’re sweet and you’re a brute!”

“Hahahahaha!”

“I refused to be judged like I’m the only one who adores her stories! I can see all of you listening to it!”

“I don’t listen, I sleep.” Zoro corrected him. “I have no interest in those kind of stories.”

“You have 206 bones in your body and not one of them is romantic?” Usopp muttered sarcastically. “Gee, what did you do to deserve that?”

“Shut up!”

“So…” Chopper looked thoughtful. “What does sneezing have to do with Robin’s story?”

“Usopp is trying to find out the possible moments that can make the heart stop or skip a beat.” Nami explained, stepping over Zoro’s leg as he frowned at her.

“Oh, I see.” Chopper tilted his head slightly. “Are you referring to story she told us last night? About the two adventurers who fell in love?”

“That.”

“Hnn… So Robin finally ran out of creepy tales to tell?” Zoro snickered.

“Not really. It’s just for variety’s sake she says,” Nami answered. “Well the thing is Usopp seems to be hooked with the kissing scene.”

“I’m not!” Usopp slapped a hand on his knee. “I’m just curious! Are you not? Are you even listening to her stories?”

“I don’t even know why I’m listening to all of this,” Zoro sighed. He definitely chose the wrong place to nap.

“The hero and heroine of the story kissed and their hearts stopped and skipped a beat. Heck, even the whole world stops while they are doing it!”

“And you are bothered because…?” Nami prompted.

“Not bothered. Curious!”

“About?”

“He is curious if a kiss can really have that effect.” Zoro was grinning wickedly at him.

Usopp turned red at that.

“Oh,” Chopper blushed when he realized where they are getting at.

“Usopp,” Nami intoned. “You are way over your head.”

“That’s more of an idiom than anything else Usopp,” Chopper explained. “There is no way it’s medically possible for a heart to skip a beat. Stop, yes. But that’ll only happen when you are dead.”

“Way to debunk it Chopper,” Usopp said sullenly.

“Well maybe you’ll just have to wait and find out for yourself Usopp,” Nami winked at him. “You know try to kiss a girl or something?”

This time Usopp turned a deeper shade of red. “I… I… don’t…”

“That’s stupid Usopp,” Zoro said with a huff. “A kiss won’t make your heart skip or stop.”

“So says the swordsman with no romantic bone in his body,” Nami rolled her eyes at Zoro. “Maybe we should give it a try?”

She suddenly leaned towards him and promptly kissed his lips.

Usopp and Chopper squeaked, gawked and blushed at the display.

Nami pulled away with a triumphant grin on her face. “But yeah you are right Zoro. No skip or stop.”

The swordsman was staring at her in shock, not moving at all.

Usopp cleared his throat. “I beg to differ. I think his heart stopped.”

“Kyaaah!” Chopper suddenly shouted. “Somebody call a doctor!”

The sniper eyed Nami warily.

“Debunked,” Nami mouthed cheekily at him.

Chopper was still shouting for a doctor and Zoro was still not moving.

“Quick Nami just zap him with lightning!”

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #roronoa zoro #nami #zonalove #zona scribbles #zoro nami fanfiction #one piece fanfiction

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ikemenfics · 6 years

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Fall Sunset

Word Count: 1522

@daeva-agas for being Kennyo’s biggest fan and advocate.

You inhaled, taking in the crisp air. The first sign that the nights would be getting longer filling your lungs. You knew exactly who to spend such a sight with. Now, to find him. You quietly slipped out of Azuchi castle and entered the woods. How were you going to drag him out to watch with you? The forest trees somewhat blocked the view of the sky.

You hummed a quiet tune as your steps made a beat through the brush. You smiled, realizing that no one would know what you were humming except Sasuke. After a bit, you were almost skipping to the tune of the song being performed in your head. Small animals scuttled out of your way as you made your way down a familiar path.

Eventually, you came across a small grouping of monks. They were set up as a small group of travelling monks, but you knew them as Kennyo’s guards. Stepping up, you inquired if Kennyo was inside. They hesitated. They knew you were important to their abbot, but unsure of what your importance was. You were the princess of Azuchi, though Kennyo himself seemed more protective of you than wanting to use you to goad Nobunaga to his death. It left them in a bind, do they show you to the abbot and risk losing him, or do they capture you and risk exile from their leader’s crusade. In the end, one nodded, pointing towards the small shack that Kennyo called his home.

Inside, you found his companion, Hozuki, and greeted the small weasel upon finding the shack empty of Kennyo’s presence. You squatted down, petting the small creature and cooing at him in what was always consider the pet voice to occupy your time, “Oh, who’s a handsome boy? That’s right, you are. Good little boy, yes you are.”

You didn’t hear him enter, but his soft voice caught your attention, “It still surprises me…” you turned, staring up at the large man, “..that a princess of the Oda would treat even a small animal with kindness. I am baffled by you.” You smiled, standing and telling Hozuki goodbye. You greeted Kennyo, giving a small boy that he returned. You wrung your hands together as silence settled between the two of you a moment. You wanted to ask, but now nerves filled you.

Kennyo gestured for you to sit, his own form moving further into the room as if intending to do the same, “You realize that you coming out here is dangerous? You are still an Oda princess. I cannot let that go.” You could hear the tightness in his voice. You knew he didn’t want to use you that way. You also knew that Kennyo wouldn’t pass up such an opportunity, even if it hurt him. It made you sad that your relationship might end up that way. Still, you had one gift you could give.

“Actually,” you turned, finding him in the process of kneeling down, “I was hoping we could do something together.” He glanced at you, confusion and desire filling those eyes before he could school himself back to the warrior monk he showed the world. The warrior who threw his own soul away to stop a man he considered dangerous.

“I”m afraid I cannot accept a gift from the Oda,” he replied. Though his face was back to his normal mask, he couldn’t hide the tightness in his voice. A good omen to you as you pressed.

“It’s not from the Oda...it’s from me. A tradition of my...home village.” You had to keep your distant future origins a secret from everyone, including this man. Kennyo seemed to debate your words, Hozuki climbing into his lap for pets. “It won’t take long, I promise,” you continued, earnestly.

He continued to regard you, your cheeks turning red at how deeply his gaze seemed to go. You held your breath as you continued to stand. Eventually, he sighed. Your heart skipped a beat, then two. His face softened, and he stood, “Alright, I will allow this gift of yours.” He held out his hand, expecting an item. You smiled, taking his hand in yours, earning you a small grunt of surprise.

Tugging him to go with you, you told him, “It’s not something to give, but something to show. Come with me.” You led him out of the shack and into the woods. After a bit, you flushed, realizing something, “Ah...I don’t really know where to go for a clear look. I can’t take you to Azuchi with me…” You trailed off, looking sheepish.

Kennyo gazed down at you, “A clear look?” You explained you wanted to show him the sky. He appeared more confused, but willing to entertain you. He led you to a small clearing, a drop off reminding you of your first night in the Sengoku era. You gazed at the sky, the first tinges of sunset showing on the horizon. You sat, tugging Kennyo’s hand to join you. “You are certainly a strange woman to want to show me something as simple as the sky….” Kennyo mused as he sat down next to you, “you are a balm to the soul. Are you certain you would not rather spend this time with another?”

You shook your head, pointing into the distance. “Isn’t the sky beautiful, right now?” The sky was just turning, the sun becoming an orange ball. You leaned into Kennyo, feeling his warmth. His arm went around you, allowing you to snuggle that much closer. You loved these moments with Kennyo and hoped this one could last forever, just as you did the others.

Soon, the sky became a painting of pinks, purples, oranges, and deep blues. The first of the fireflies flickered their soft bulbs, creating a near ethereal sight. All you two needed was hot chocolate and a blanket, you thought, drawing your knees up. Beside you, you could feel Kennyo take a deep breath.

“It has been too long since I’ve enjoyed such a sight,” Kennyo breathed, holding you close, planting a kiss on top of your head. You enjoyed the splatter of color as the sun lowered itself down the scene. The lower it got, the more melancholy you became, knowing that soon you would have to part with the man who had captured your attention so in this war torn world.

All too soon, the sun had disappeared. Kennyo seemed to come back to himself, untangling you from him and standing. He reached a hand down, “Come,” he beckoned. You placed your hand in his, allowing him to pull you up, “I should walk you back while there is still some light to see by.”

Fireflies surrounded the large man, giving him the impression of a sort of Disney Princess. That he was at peace with animals never seemed to help with that image. A giggle escaped before you could stop it, causing the scarred priest to turn to you. You shook your head, unable to keep from smiling at him, saying it was nothing to worry about. Again, his brows rose, but he humored you by saying nothing and you two started walking again.

Soon, the lights of Azuchi came into view. You tugged Kennyo to a stop. He stared down at you and you wrapped your arms around the large man, “Please, just a little longer…” you begged, unsure if you were begging him, Buddha, or some other deity. You only knew you wanted more time with him.

An arm came around you, his free hand moving to your hair. “I would like more time with you as well…” came his soft response as he lifted your hair to kiss. You flushed, staring up at him, “I am afraid I am too far down this path to be treated to such a gift.” He let you go, only to find you holding him tighter.

“Kennyo…” you all but whimpered, staring up at him. He looked pained as he gazed down at you. You closed your eyes, a startled sound coming from Kennyo, and lifted to your toes. Your lips just barely brushed against his own. You came down, eyes getting watery as you stared at one still monk.

He sighed, his hand moving to the back of your head, bringing you in for a kiss. His lips traced your top lip, then bottom, before sealing completely over them. Your hands gripped the back of his kimono as you met his kiss. Time seemed to have stopped for the both of you, your heart cheering in joy. You parted, your eyes finding his looking on you fondly.

He patted your head on more time, “Now, be a good girl and return home before demons of the night come for you.” You nodded, making your way to the town and the castle that awaited you. You turned, giving a final wave, Kennyo returning the gesture.

“It seems,” he mused as you disappeared from sight, “that I should take more time to watch sunsets.” He left, a soft smile playing on his features well into the night.

I love sunsets...they’re the best...and fall ones just seem to be the most gorgeous...I hope you enjoyed this.

#Kennyo #Ikemen fics #ikemen sengoku fanfics #Kennyo Honganji

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