#rin enma

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Sharaku's reactions are always gold 😂

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Goemon was so down bad for MC and I was living for it!

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JacK really went hard on the whole "woe is me" and MC just 😒I was sad that them trying to outwit one another didn't last longer

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Poor Sharaku always having to call the relationships out 😂

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I am already in love with this game XD What a trip it's been so far and I haven't even started a romance route yet!

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On Button (Tengoku Struggle)

Heyo! Hi, it’s me! It’s your girl skinny penis Squiggily! This is another one of those fics where it sat in my to-write list half finished for months before I finally got around to tweaking it to posting status! I love Goemon, while his route wasn’t my favorite, his person absolutely is! He and Rin are adorable, and now I get to share a fic to commemorate that! I hope you like it :3

Summary: Goemon is ticklish but claims he can turn it off. Unfortunately for him a slip of the tongue makes Rin’s chances of finding the “On” button even easier!

Rin loved moments like this.

Nothing to do, no one to bother them. She let out a content sigh as she laid her head against Goemon’s chest, curled up together as they watched a movie. 

Well- Goemon might have been watching; she already forgot what it was about. The slow rhythmic way his chest rose and fell was making her sleepy, but she didn’t want to close her eyes. It had been so long since they laid together like this. She wanted to commit every second to memory.

I need a distraction. With that thought, she turned her attention to his stomach, eyes trailing the defined muscles standing out even beneath his worn shirt. Such a body showed how hard he trained, but her attention lingered on his Mark of Desire. The first time it appeared, he was in terrible pain- the kind so bad his howls of agony were burned into her mind. She wondered if it still hurt now.

“It doesn’t hurt.” He reassured her. He could read her like a book. “Not anymore. You’ve undone my threads, remember?”

“Ah, right.” She nodded, her eyes never leaving the spot. The longer she looked, the more she thought about the past she learned from it. The pain, the torture, the ache he felt.. She leaned forward and kissed it again, willing any phantom pains he might have felt to disappear.

“Mmph!” He flinched, twitching. Rin froze, feeling her body tense up at his reaction. Did he still have pain after all this time? “Goemon-”

“Sorry, sorry.” He ran a hand against her back soothingly, something sheepish in his voice. “It-erm…tickled.”

…huh? She wasn’t expecting that. Rin dared a peek at him, finding Goemon looking straight ahead. His cheeks were red; she definitely didn’t mishear him. “Tickled?” 

Was Goemon Ishikawa- Hell’s- if not history’s most heinous “villain”…ticklish? The thought was funny to her. She felt herself smiling.

“Don’t give me that look…fine, yes. But only because it surprised me. I’m not ticklish when I’m on guard.” He nodded, confident in his response. 

That didn’t sound right to her. “Oh really?” She reached a hand up, poking the spot lightly with her eyes trained on his face. Goemon merely continued to smile, unfazed. “Huh?” She sat up, stunned. “No way! You can’t turn off tickle spots!”

“I can. Part of my top-secret ninja training.” He was fighting down laughter- she couldn’t tell if it was amusement or ticklishness as she carried on poking at his belly. “If you’re defeated by something like this, how can you truly call yourself a warrior?” 

“Don’t let Yona hear you say that.” One poke to that one and the soldier was on the ground. She narrowed her eyes as she shifted her viewpoint, poking at his side. “What about here?” She moved her finger up to his ribs, wiggling a single finger into them quickly. “Here?”

“What’s “here”, exactly?” The cheek of him! Goemon stretched out with his arms behind his head, acting as if nothing she was doing bothered him. “Looking for the “on” button?”

“There’s an on button?” She smiled, and he winced some at his slip up. “Don’t mind me while I try to find it!”

“You won’t.” Oo, how he knew exactly what to say to get her stubborn side going. “I’ll give you five tries. If you can’t find it then, I’m gonna tickle you back.”

She gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh I would.” He smiled that wolfish smile of his, and she felt her heart race. She knew well he’d follow through with it. Part of her wanted him to.

 The other part wanted to see what Goemon was like- laughing hysterically and helpless at her touch. Plus- given how he seemed to remember all her tickle spots, it only seemed fair she knew all his. Or at least the good ones. She prodded a finger under his arm. “Here?”

“Hmmm…nope.” He smiled, and her determination flared up. “Good guess though; without my training, I’d be defenseless there.”

“I can’t tell if you’re making fun or not.” She tsked, tilting her head as she stared down at her boyfriend. How many spots was that? Three? If she wasn’t careful, she’d run out of tries.

 She racked her brain for memories of their past, wondering if she ever came across such a thing when they were alive.

“H-Hey, careful! I’m a little ti-icklish!”

“Oh? The great Daigoro can laugh? How cute! What happens if I press here?”

“H-hehehehe! Hey! Hehehy, whahahit! Dohohon’t, I’ll drohohop you!”

The memory felt like a kiss from a white Daphne petal, making her warm and tingly inside. Goemon tilted his head, brows furrowing. “Rin?”

Without breaking eye contact, she reached out and poked at his chest, right along the base of his pecs.

“Ah!” Goemon jumped out of his skin, full body retracting like a dying insect. “Rin!”

“Found it.” She didn’t waste a second, scooting close and jabbing her fingers into any opening she could find. To her delight, Goemon yelped and scrunched up like a bug, his giggles growing as he tried curling into a tight ball. “I found the on button! Now I get to tickle you as much as I want!”

“Eheheheheheh! Dahhaamn, and hehehehre I thohohohought I hihihihd it behehetter! Ehehahaha, Rihihihin!” He weakly pawed at her hands, but a swipe to his belly had him weakened immediately. “Wahahhait, it tihihihickles!”

“What happened to all your ninja training? Don’t tell me that was a bluff?” She moved her hands to his sides, gently clawing at his ribs while he arched with a snort. “Better not let the guys know about this- they might start a mutiny and overthrow you!”

“Aheahhaha! Lihiihke tthahaha’t hahahhappen! Ahehaha- I’m wahhahay strohohonger thahahan any of thehehem! I cohohoohudl eaahhahsily tahahake all threheheheh of thenheheem doohown-EH!” She clawed gently at his armpits, making him whine through his laughing fits. “Nohohoo! Nononho dohohohn’t tihickle mehehe thehehehre!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t quite make that out. Did you say to tickle you here?” Grinning from ear to ear at his noisy guffaws, she doubled her efforts to tickle him, twitching in response to the hand on her waist. “Nohoho, don’t!

“Iihihih’m nhohoht gohohoing down thahhat eheheahhsiy-EHEHAH!” Her hands moved to his chest, lightly skittering her nails along his upper ribs and pecs. Goemon nearly lost his voice from how hard he was laughing, tears of mirth dotting his eyes. “RIHIHIHIN!”

“You’re not backing your claim up very well. About taking down the others.” She smiled, leaning in and kissing his rosy cheek. She let her hands return to his belly, softening his howls to a constant stream of giggles.  “I won’t tell them about this though. I like being the only one who can overpower you.”

“Ehahahahah! Yoohohohu can ohohohverpohohohwer me ahahahnytime yoohohohu wahahahnt! Whahahait, wahahhait tiihihhme ohohohout!” He yelped, and she pulled her hands back. Before she could completely retract them, he caught them with entwining fingers. He took a series of deep breaths as he blinked away his mirthful tears. “Tihihime ohohohut…I nehehed a seehehcond.”

“Time out? You mean you want me to keep going?” She giggled at his words, laughing more when he suddenly pulled her flush against his chest. “G-Goemon? Are you okay?”

“Eheh..eheheheh..gotcha. I’m fihihine, I’m fine.” His eyes met hers, warm and enchanting and worsening her urge to kiss him right then and there.

Ah screw it. “Mm?” Goemon made a small surprised noise when she leaned in, capturing his lips within her own. The hands in hers pulled back, relocating on her back as he pressed her closer to him. “Mm..why hello there, gorgeous. What was that for?”

“Can’t a woman kiss her husband?.” She smiled at his flushed cheeks, leaning in and kissing him again. “It’s only fair after finding the Great Goemon Ishikawa’s greatest weakness.”

“Nah, tickling is up there, but that’s not my greatest weakness.”

“Oh?” She leaned in to hear his response. “What is?”

He looked at her for a long moment, both with love and a hint of exasperation. Rin blinked, then her own face went bright red as she realized he meant her. “Oh..”

“God, I love you.” Goemon laughed before flipping them over, pressing her against the couch as he kissed her fully. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers through his hair as she drowned in the sweet taste of his lips.

“What..what were we doing?” She asked when they pulled away, a tad breathless.

“Watching a movie I think?” He kissed her quickly. “Do you want to keep watching it?”

“Nah, you’re much more interesting.” She smiled as he leaned in for another kiss, falling in love with her beloved husband over and over again.

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Any Torture, Eh? (Tengoku Struggle) **Hear Me OUT!**

Happy Hear Me Out Event! :D Major thanks to the lovely @tickly-trashcan for creating this event and giving me the reason to write for this dork akjrerjkaejk Your event is so fun, and I'm excited to see what's to come as the month goes on! Have a great February friend! :D

Summary: An interesting comment in Jack's file leaves Rin wondering. Luckily for her (and possibly unlucky for him) she has a reason to test it out.

“I’d love to experience any tortures you’d like to try on me.”

Rin stared at the notes section of Jack’s file, blinking rapidly to confirm what she was reading. Surely it was a misprint, yeah?

Then she thought more of her boyfriend and realized-no, this was exactly something he’d say.

Feeling her face heat up at his implications, she closed her phone as she walked down the hall, her feet taking her to an unfamiliar door. After all the antics, Jack had become an official member of their group- an electric cuff on his wrist and a room to boot.

This would be her first visit to it. Usually they met in hers for their late nights-

Mind out of the gutter, Enma. She chided herself, straightening her shoulders before knocking on his door. That note in his file really had her mind racing. Sharaku would be cackling right now- ever able to tell exactly what she was thinking.

It’s nothing like that. She scolded the mental image of her friend. She was simply going to check on him and then leave. She wasn’t even going to mention the file-

“Come in.” She nearly jumped out of her skin at his deep voice. How shameful. With that final self-deprecative thought, she forced herself to walk in.

“Ah, my dear Hell Princess.” Jack turned back to look at her with a smile, a notebook before him and several pens scattered across the table. There were a few crumpled papers too, seemingly tossed away in frustration. “What brings you to my humble space?”

I wanted to test out the note in your file. “I just wanted to check on you- make sure you’re doing alright in your new home. Was I interrupting?” She nodded at his notebook, but he gestured to her to come in.

“Not in the slightest. I was thinking up lyrics for a new song- unfortunately nothing’s coming to mind just yet.” He grimaced some, seemingly embarrassed. “I was hoping I’d have a love song prepared for you by now. Something that would showcase just how much you mean to me.”

“You do that already.” She shrugged a shoulder, smiling softly at his surprised blush. “Be it words or action- I never have to doubt you love me. I hope I’m able to show you the same.”

“My cold dead heart..how you warm it so..” He mused, a hand against his chest as if in pain. So dramatic, she nearly rolled her eyes at his antics. “Stay with me. I work better when you’re around.”

Well..it wasn’t like she had plans for the day, anyway. Finding a cozy spot nearby, she leaned against her arms as she watched him work. There was something endearing in it- the way his graceful fingers sweeped over the paper, the tic in his jaw when he got an idea. Even hunched over the table, he seemed so elegant. Like a timeless statue- unshaken. Undisturbed.

“I’d love to experience any tortures you’d like to try on me.”

…That damn note was haunting her. She wanted to ask about it- she had to. Even if it led to an embarrassing situation. She opened her mouth to do so, but paused when she saw his face.

The clench in his jaw was tighter, and his brows were furrowed with frustration as he stared at the words before him. His grip on his pen went from relaxed to white-knuckle tight, and he had stopped writing altogether. Am I disturbing him? She couldn’t help but wonder if her presence proved to be an issue.

Then he took the sheet he was working on, scrunching it up and tossing it with the rest of his scrapes. “Damn. I’m running blank.”

Ah. Writer’s block.

After a few more tense moments, Rin came over to sit beside him. She rested her hand against his back, feeling him stiffen momentarily before relaxing. “Why don’t we take a break? I can make us something to drink.”

“Yes…that sounds good. Let me make it though. I’ll make tea.” He let out a resigning sigh as he flipped his notebook closed. Instead of turning to face her, he leaned over until they were shoulder to shoulder, resting his head against hers. “Sorry. I didn’t want you to have to see me in such a weak state.”

“I’ve seen you weaker.” She teased, feeling him shake with laughter. She reached around him to pull him close-

“Heh!”

Her brows raised, eyes widening some at his sudden jump. When she looked up at him, he was staring straight ahead, blushing fiercely. “Tetsunojo?”

The use of his real name seemed to make him blush harder. She looked back at her arm, wondering why such a familiar gesture made him react so much.

Her arm around his back, her hand on his waist, she had pulled him in-

“...” Without a word, she pressed in.

“Ehehe!” Jack jumped again, full body spasming. His hand hovered over hers as if to grab it but never quite touching down. “R-Rin…”

“Tetsunojo..are you ticklish?” She asked, smiling at his reaction. He looked like a panicked animal, eyes wide and dodgy as he looked for an excuse. When the only thing that came out was a weak groan, she pressed in again.

“Rihihn!” He yelped through a giggle, finally grabbing her hand. “Ohohokay, okay fihihine I’m ticklihish.” He looked flustered to admit it, wavering some under her mischievous grin. “I don’t like that look…”

“You said I could try any tortures on you I’d like.” With that, she gently pushed him backwards, climbing on top of him and wiggling her fingers into his sides. “Consider this my favorite method! Tickle tickle tickle!”

“Ah! Aheahhahahahaha!” Jack all but spasmed at her touch, his laughter loud and brazen. “Eheheheheaa, hohohohold ohohohohn! Hohohohld ohohohon, whehehehn did I sahahhahy thahahahhat?”

“In your file! What- did you think I wasn’t going to read it?” She teased, one hand on the lower part of his waist while the other moved up to his ribs. She relished his musical laughter, giggling at the way he scrunched up around her hands. She could hear his feet kicking up a rhythm behind her while his arms tried to protect his tickle spots. “What, were you trying to look tough?”

“Ihiihhi wahahahs tryihihihng to flihihihirt! Ahehahahaha, it bahhackfihhihihired!” He confessed through a squeal, his arching like a bow when she snuck her hands past his jacket and into his armpits. “Ehehehehehheek, Rihiihihihhin pleahhahahse! It tihiihickles!”

“Does it now? I couldn’t tell.” She cooed, smiling at his snorty laughter. “You’re so ticklish! Thank goodness you’re on our side now. If the guys found out about your weakness, you’d be in real trouble!”

“Eheheheheh! Dohohohn’t tehhehell thehe-EHEHEHM!” He cackled when she pressed into his belly, his hands finally shooting down and gathering up hers. “Rihiihihn, Riihihn pleahhahahse! Pleahahhahahse, plehahahse..I cahhahan’t anhahanymore. Mehehehrcy.”

“Hmm..okay.” She relented, pulling her hands back and watching him gasp for air. “Since you asked so nicely.”

“Ehehehe..ehhehehehe..thahhank yohohou. Ugh, my hehead hurts.” He laughed as he ran a hand through his bangs, eyes full of love as he held her gaze. “If thahat’s your preferred torture style, you must have all the prisoners in stitches.”

“No way. I only reserve that for those I love. Like you.” She poked his nose gently before climbing off his lap, helping him sit up and rubbing soothing circles into his back. “Did you really mean it though? The note in your file. Was that truly you flirting with me?”

“Of course.” He smiled, something new in it that made her heart flutter. “Admittedly, I wasn’t thinking this in particular, but if it means I get to see that happy look on your face- I’ll gladly let you tickle me for all eternity.”

“Oh?” She feigned a grab at his sides, making him twitch back in defense. She let out a delighted cackle, leaning into his arm as his face warmed. “Really though- I’ll only tickle you if you’re okay with it. And when you need me to.” She nudged him, noting the ease in his features previously lost. “And when I want to hear you laugh..and maybe if you make me mad…”

“And when the sun comes up, and when the moon touches the sky.” He added, making her giggle as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Rin.”

“I love you too.” She tilted her head up to kiss him, smiling against his lips. “Are you still up for making tea? If not, I can give it a try-”

“I’ll make it.” He quickly cut in, making her laugh once more. “I love you, but your tea skills..”

“Don’t make me tickle you again.” She gave him a poke that sent him scurrying, their easy banter carrying through his break while he prepped their drinks. The song he was working on was put on a temporary hold, but he could live with that.

Right now, he just wanted to spend time with his beloved Rin.

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