Trick or treat! Please do one for Mitsunari <3 Thank you!
(SORRY I’M BEHIND ON THESE BUT I WILL DO THEM I SWEAR!)
Your knock echoes softly over the delighted squeals of children on the far side of the street, laughter on the sidewalk behind you and the dry whisper of windblown leaves. Thirty seconds pass…a minute. You knock again, and this time you hear the harsh scrape of a chair on hardwood inside and a handful of punishing footfalls.
“There’s a sign, in case you can’t read. ‘No candy’,” barks a voice from the other side, as the door stays stubornly closed.
“It’s me, Mitsunari. Trick…?” you call.
After a moment, the door cracks open. “Or treat?” he finishes suspiciously, but you take the opportunity to push the door further open.
“Exactly. You tell me.“ You put an added hint of breathlessness in the words, not terribly hard given how tightly Oichi cinched you into the corset you’re wearing. But every moment of the hour the two of you spend pouring yourself into the preposterous latex and laces and fishnet and heels is all worth it when his gaze immediately snaps to the perilous line of your decolletage and stays locked there. “Which is it going to be?”
As if your sweet tone was really sugar thrown into an engine, whatever wheels once turned in his head seem to have seized entirely. His wide-blown eyes finally peel themselves from your cleavage to sweep down. Up. And then down, once more, in complete silence.
“Wh-what…” He finally manages something resembling words, his hand white on the doorframe. Licks dry lips, shifts his posture, and tries again. “What are you suposed to be? A devil? Did Nobunaga give you this idea?”
“A devil?” You gesture with the riding crop you hold in one hand, taking in the spade-tipped tail hanging from your waist and the horns perched jauntily in your hair before tapping him lightly on the cheek with it, the faint touch sending a noticeable tremor through him. “Oh no, no. For someone who tosses the word around so much, I’d think you of all people would recognize a succubus when he saw one.” You laugh and drag one ebon-tipped finger down the line of his throat, lingering suggestively at the vee of his unbuttoned shirt where his pulse is clearly pounding, and offer him a wicked, painted smile. “So invite me in Mitsunari and tell me what you want first… the trick, or the treat?”
