Ikemen Literature (multi fandom, April Fools 2023)
Dear Friend - Part 1 (Singen & Kennyo)
The Root of the Problem (Mitsunari/MC)
The Rube Goldberg Escalation (Clavis)
Snow Daze (Mitsuhide)
Help Wanted (written for OC exchange event, featuring character created by @fighting-and-drawing )
Cursed Bingo Requests:
A Dramatic Pawse (Part 1) - Masamune
Silence of the Maids (Dramatic Pawse Part 2) - Hideyoshi, Nobunaga, Mitsuhide
The Kitsune Detective (Dramatic Pawse Part 3) - Mitsuhide, Masamune, Keiji, and Mitsunari
Herd it Through the Grapevine (a story in Tweets) (Keiji, Shingen, Yoshimoto)
A Simple Game (Motonari, Mitsuhide, Shingen)
What Dreams May Come (Hideyoshi & Mitsunari) Regency AU
The Challenge (Sasuke & Ieyasu)
The Bluff: A Choose Your Own Adventure Story (Mitsuhide/Mai, Masamune/Mai, Keiji/Mai)
Tables Turned (Mitsuhide and Masamune)
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Headcanons:
Sengoku Warlords Folding Laundry
Warlords Opening up MC’s Refrigerator (after she’s not been home for three months).
The Kasugayama Warlords as a 1980s Sitcom Credit Sequence
If Warlords had cars (*or other motorized vehicles)
Warlords and “what was that noise in the middle of the night?”
Azuchi Warlords and Yardwork
Warlords Planning a Halloween Party
Warlords When the Smoke Detector’s “Low Battery” Alerts (at 3 a.m. because batteries never die when it’s daytime and the stores are open)
IkeSen boys in the Modern World going to an All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet
Warlords Reacting to MC saying 'I'm Baby'
Warlords Reacting to MC making Bento Boxes for Them
Warlords Reacting to MC doing the trust fall stunt
Warlords and MC in an airport
Warlords and MC's Cast Iron Skillet
Warlords and a Teething Infant
Warlords and an MC with Food Wars Level Cooking Skills
Warlords play Monopoly
Warlords watch Teletubbies
Toddler Warlords Watch Sesame Street
Warlords Test a Period Cramp Simulator
Warlords in a 'hostage" crisis
MC is a Neko
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Multimedia/Memes:
Separated at Birth?
Warlords Opened MC's Nightstand Drawer
Netflix and Chill?
Trick or Treat
Warlords Giving Christmas Presents
MC got a splinter (Warlords' bedside manner)
Breakfast...?
Road Trip
Sengoku Male Magazine vol 1.0
Animal Encounters (video)
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Longfic Series: A Tempest In Time:
Nearly seven years prior to the Honno-ji incident, a wormhole swept adrenaline junkie Katsuko and her brother Toshiie into Sengoku Japan. After an attack by bandits, the two are separated and Toshiie disappears. Katsuko is taken into the household of the enigmatic Yamaoka Akihira - initially as a maid. But Katsuko has other ideas, choosing to dress as a young man and become a courier for Aki. Over the next few years, "Katsu" travels through Japan's warring states, delivering messages and looking for her brother, and encountering some of history's most famous warlords. Then Honno-ji happens and everything changes...
Full Prologue
Mini Prologue
OC artwork by Ayatori:
Katsuko
Yamaoka Akihira
Toshiie
Iekane
OC Artwork by Cali:
Katsuko action shot
OC artwork by @oda-princess
Katsuko action shot
Longfic:
Timeline Three: Ten Things I Hate About Mitsuhide - Completed 3/17/2024
Trailer Video Here
Artwork by Butterflyn'Lace
Courier, scout, daredevil, housemaid … Courtesan? Katsuko has had many identities in the seven years since a wormhole sent her back in time to feudal Japan. But when her mentor Aki disappears and his trail leads to an illegal slave market in Sakai, Katsuko’s investigation sends her on a collision course with Akechi Mitsuhide.
Mitsuhide and Katsuko have never gotten along. However, Aki is not the only missing person. Toyotomi Hideyoshi and Mai have also disappeared in Sakai, and Mitsuhide is determined to locate and rescue them. Forced into a dangerous partnership, Katsuko must masquerade as Mitsuhide’s concubine. But even working together, can they fool the man known as the God of Deceit?
… Loosely inspired by Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew
Timeline Two: A Mitsunari Night's Dream Completed as of 10/2/2022
Courier, scout, daredevil, housemaid … Princess? Katsuko has had many identities in the seven years since a wormhole sent her back in time to feudal Japan. But she never imagined she’d have to wear a pink kimono and enter a fake engagement with absentminded Ishida Mitsunari.
Mitsunari and “Okatsu” agree their relationship will be all business – after all, they only need to fool a lovesick princess for a few days. How difficult can that be? But that’s before Mitsunari and Okatsu discover that the Princess’s younger brother is the target of an assassin. That’s before they flee to a nearby forest to stop a coup against Oda Nobunaga. Most importantly, that’s before Mitsunari decides his feelings for Okatsu are anything but fake.
Loosely inspired by Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Artwork by Cali
Comic Art for Chapter Eight
Comic Art for Chapter Seventeen
Comic Art for Chapter Twenty Seven
Final Illustration by Butterfly n' Lace
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Timeline One: Twelve Lies I Told Shingen Takeda (Completed as of 1/2/2022)
Courier, scout, daredevil, housemaid … liar: Katsuko has had many identities in the seven years since a wormhole sent her back in time to feudal Japan. After she and her mentor Akihira help Shingen Takeda fight off bandits, “Katsu” finds herself working for Shingen as a messenger.
He thinks she’s a boy. She thinks he’s the biggest womanizer in the province.
But there are others forces at work – an old enemy is closing in, her new boss has a fatal secret, an assassination plot threatens the lives of Katsu’s new friends, war is on the horizon… and that’s just in this timeline. With all that going on, it’s good that he doesn’t know she’s a woman.
Isn’t it?
Loosely inspired by Shakespeare's Twelfth Night
Manga Art for Chapter 7 by Ayatori *Manga Art for Chapter 15 * Manga Art for Chapter 25 Part 1 * Manga Art for Chapter 25 Part 2 Manga Art for Chapter 38 Part 1 * Manga Art for Chapter 38 Part 2
Painting by butterflynlace
Related One-Shots
One Fairy Tale I Told Shingen Takeda (Erotic short story)
Two Celebrations for Shingen Takeda (Erotic birthday story)
One Rainy Afternoon in Kasugayama (E rated story featuring Sasuke/Yukimura/Sute)
(to keep me going ... and if you see this, paste a few sentences of your WIP!)
The MIB, er, Kanetsugu planted himself in my path. “What is… that?” His gaze was fixed on Kabu.
“A cat?” Something about his expression made me want to put question marks at the ends of my sentences. I mentally shook that off. “Yes. This is Kabu, a rare Togakushi mountain cat, prized for fierceness, loyalty, and –”
Whatever the cook had given Kabu to eat had done a number on the cat’s gut flora, and my explanation was interrupted by a loud, long, feline fart.
Thanks, cat.
Kanetsugu didn’t bat an eye, even though the stench could have taken paint off the walls. “Kasugayama is not an animal refuge.”
...There's a lot going on underneath the roof of Kasugayama castle...
Shingen x OC (Katsuko); Shingen x OC (Katsuko) x OC (Sute)(fantasized); Sasuke x OC (Sute) x Yukimura
Rating E (Minors DNI)
Voyeurism, seduction, ménage
Written for @xxsycamore creation challenge "Sexy Ikemen Summer"; prompts - "Blow cold air on their neck," "'Accidental' clothes loosening"
4000 words
The worst thing about the summer rainy season was the rain. Whether it was the light mist that clung to her body and made her feel permanently damp, the heavy storm rains that blew sharp water droplets into her face, or a steamy, steady downpour that dripped off her woven straw hat to soak her clothes – Sute hated all of it. Today combined all three types of rainy season wet into one, to the point where she was sure she was more water than person.
Only her feet were dry, and that was because she’d left her waterlogged sandals at the door of Shingen’s room. Every other bit of her was…
Plop … a drop of water rolled down her nose and hit the tatami mat at her feet…
Wet.
“Here. Maybe these will help.” Katsuko gave her a bundle of hand towels.
Sute did her best to wipe the worst of the excess off her hair and face. But there weren’t enough towels in Kasugayama to dry the rest of her. She put on her most pathetic expression, the one Chiyome had described as ‘kicked dog.’ “Do you have anything to eat? Sweets?” Shingen always kept a stock of desserts hidden somewhere.
“Oh sure. Of course.” Katsuko retrieved a basket of sweet buns and Sute happily dug in. The buns were no longer warm, but having something in her belly was a comfort of sorts.
Shingen frowned at the rapidly emptying basket. “Devil, I was saving these.”
Quickly, Sute stuffed the last bun into her mouth, even though she hadn’t finished chewing the last one.
“She’s wet and hungry.” Katsuko cuddled up next to Shingen at his desk, then opened the packet of reports that Sute had just delivered.
“She’s conning you.” Shingen raised the stakes on the ‘kicked dog’ face by sending Sute a somewhat fatherly ‘behave’ glare. She’d noticed him doing that more often these days. “You know as well as I do that Sute is well paid. And… I was saving those.”
“She is right here. I missed my last meal because I was chasing Ryuchi’s courier all over the province.” It was a dance that all three were doing. Shingen might put on the paternal act now, but it hadn’t even been two years since he had taken Sute to bed. Sometimes. For that matter, Katsuko was more than aware of Sute’s capabilities – the two of them sometimes worked together to steal information from people too stupid to be cautious.
Katsuko grinned as she poked Shingen’s ribs. “If you want pastry that much, I’ll get you some before the teahouse closes.”
“At which point, you would be the one soaking wet.” He returned that casual affection by tugging on his lover’s ponytail.
“Then you can have fun drying me off… completely.” She winked at him.
“Deal.” He kissed her ear. Either he had forgotten that Sute was still standing right there, or he didn’t care. She imagined that even if she were to ‘accidentally’ loosen her clothes, neither would notice her.
The buns settled at the pit of her stomach like rocks. It wasn’t that Sute missed sleeping with Shingen. Their encounters had only been a convenient way to satisfy some pressing needs. Nor was she jealous of Katsuko. Gods, she liked Katsuko and was happy for the two of them. It was clear that Shingen, in spite of his new fatherly attitude to her, seemed younger, healthier, and Sute was glad for that.
It was just…
Why don’t they invite me to join their fun?
Being nestled between Katsuko’s soft skin and Shingen’s powerful thighs would be an experience she could slip into her memory and take out to warm her on these cold wet days.
Instead, she’d have to be content stealing Shingen’s dessert. Sute wet her finger and stuck it back in the basket, trying to grab even the smallest remaining crumb.
Finally, Shingen turned his attention to the courier packet that Sute had gone to the trouble to retrieve. He frowned at the report, then tilted it so Katsuko could read it too. Casually, she braced herself on his shoulder to do so.
Knowing that the couple was likely to talk dull strategy for the rest of the day, Sute took advantage of their distraction to hunt for more sweets. Maybe there was something interesting in that cannister on the shelf? She made her way back there to explore it more closely.
“It’s just tea.” Without turning around, Katsuko had apparently figured out her intent. Sute opened the cannister anyway, since Katsuko was perfectly capable of lying to her.
Though not in this case. Tea.
Her sweet tooth still unsatisfied, Sute turned back to the pair at the desk. Katsuko leaned casually against Shingen, his hand was in the small of her back, slowly massaging tiny circles. He said something to her, something Sute could not hear, and Katusko leaned into his touch.
The hot look the two exchanged could have dried Sute’s clothes if she’d been any closer to them. If she hadn’t been in the room, they would probably already be naked. No longer able to stand being invisible, she planted herself in front of the desk. “What next?”
“Nothing for now. I’m expecting a few more reports from Suruga. I would prefer to have additional details before I send you out again.” Shingen picked up a sealed packet from the corner of the desk. “Take this back to Chiyome.”
She tucked the packet in her clothes, bowed to them, then scampered back up into the ceiling. Below her, she heard Katsuko say, in an amused voice, “Why doesn’t anyone use a door here?”
Shingen’s reply wasn’t loud enough for Sute to make out, she could only hear the low rumbling tone that had always reminded her of sweetened pastry. Low, rich, heavy on the tongue. Not that he ever used that tone with her anymore.
Oh well. Sute wasn’t one to dwell on old times. Besides...
She took three steps into the maze of ducts and corridors that crossed through the ceilings of Kasugayama before halting. She stood still for a count of twenty, waiting for Shingen and Katsuko to feel confident she was on her way. Then she crept back to the ceiling tile, the one she had left a crack open for this very purpose. If anyone caught her, she would simply tell them that she had forgotten her sandals and had turned back for them.
But no one had caught her yet – the only other person who regularly used these passages was Sasuke, and she knew him well enough to know he would not question her.
Carefully, silently, she lowered herself to her hands and knees to peer into the room. They were… talking.
Shingen had a map open on his desk, and Katsuko was listening to strategy as if it were the most exciting thing she’d heard in her life.
Were they only going to talk?
Had she sacrificed her shoes for this?
But then Katsuko put her hand on the map, possibly to make a point, maybe just to rest it, and Shingen brushed his fingers along her wrist. She smiled and him, and though Sute could not see his face from her perch, she could imagine. She could remember. His eyelids would lower a fraction while his eyes would darken with smokey interest.
Sute watched as Katsuko took her other hand and stroked his face. Their heads moved closer as he leaned in… the sigh of a kiss.
She slapped her hand over her mouth – had she been the one to make that sound? Quickly, she pulled her mask over her face, more as a reminder to stay quiet, than as a disguise.
Good, they hadn’t heard her.
Their embrace grew more intense; Shingen freed Katsuko’s hair from the leather wrap, and it dropped like a river, flowing over her shoulders and down her back. Sute’s fingers itched to wind themselves in that brown silk, even as she imagined Shingen’s mouth on her own breast.
As if he had read Sute’s mind, Shingen eased Katsuko’s kimono off her shoulder, and lowered his head to –
Sute thumbed her nipple, pinching it, allowing the rough fabric of her kimono to increase the friction. Shingen had never been as forceful with her as she wanted, but up here, surrounded by the symphony of Katsuko’s moans and Shingen’s deep breathing, Sute could arrange things just so.
In the room below, clothing was flung to the floor, and Shingen suddenly turned Katsuko around, balancing her on his desk so he could enter her from behind.
Yesssss.
Sute crept to the other side of the tile, thrilled to be able to see both their faces. She slipped her hand underneath the hakama she chose to wear for ease of movement. It was still wet from rain, but the material clinging to her pussy owed less to the weather and more to the unwitting show Shingen and Katsuko were providing.
Had they only invited her to take part, it would have made up for any discomfort. As it was, Sute had to make do on her own, stroking herself in a rhythm matching theirs.
If they had invited her, this would have been the moment that she slid down Katsuko’s belly, past her hips, deeper, lower, to get a taste of her, a taste of the juices that were pooling in response, around, Shingen’s cock.
Maybe Katsuko would gasp in surprise at the extra sensation, her voice one thrilled, long, ohhh…
And if Sute was lucky, very lucky, Shingen would ask her, “do you want some attention too, Angel?” He might pull her back up, and suck her breasts – yes, his teeth would tug on her nipple -while Sute would be free to capture Katsuko’s mouth with her own and –
Shingen scooped his hands under Katsuko’s ass and carried her out of sight, and only the sounds of their bodies hitting the futon mattress gave her a clue where they’d gone to.
Fuck.
She could still hear them, but their groans and murmured words of love were for each other. The slap of skin on skin did not include her.
Deprived of the view, Sute’s fantasy evaporated, leaving her empty, wanting…
She finished herself off, but the swift, weak orgasm left her unsatisfied, lonely. This was not the way things were supposed to end.
Rearranging her clothing, Sute got to her feet, just as she heard the two lovers cry out and then be silent. They were probably already snuggled up, wrapped in each other’s arms, drifting into sleep.
Now, Sute just wanted to be away, away from the closeness she was not part of. Her shoes could stay where they were for now. She’d get them later… after she paid a certain visit.
When dropping in on another ninja, the element of surprise is difficult to pull off. In fact, Sasuke didn’t even look up from his papers - weird symbols and diagrams – when Sute flipped herself out of the ceiling and landed gracefully in front of him. He simply gestured to the tea kettle that dangled over the irori. “There’s more than enough water in there for tea.”
He continued to make rapid calculations, aided by an abacus. Whatever he was doing was far beyond her understanding. But that was fine. There were other things that he could do that she understood perfectly well.
Uninterested in tea, she came up behind him to blow cool air on his neck. No apparent response. Fine. She wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a light squeeze before letting one hand drift downward.
Ink splattered on the paper.
At last, she had his attention. He raised his head from his work, looked over his shoulder at her. “Ah. I understand now. This is a booty call.”
Half the time she had no idea what he was saying, and this was one of those times. “Is that a good thing?”
He pushed his glasses further up his nose. “I have, in fact, occasionally wondered whether afternoon delight is considered delightful due to the positioning of the sun.”
“It’s raining. Are we going to fuck or not?” If she didn’t shut him up, Sasuke was likely to talk forever. Later, when they were done, and cuddling (Sute liked the post sex cuddle… maybe more than she would admit out loud), she would be happy to listen to the sound of his voice. But right now, she wanted only his body to talk.
“Yes?” He made it sound like a question. “I’m at the precipice of figuring out something crucial and until I do, I won’t be able to give you all my attention. May I have five minutes to finish this equation?”
“I don’t know what a minute is.” She plopped down on his futon to watch him make quick markings with his brush, his fingers pausing to move the beads on the abacus. His brush and clacks combined with the patter of rain on the roof should have been soothing, but Sute only lasted a few breaths of stillness before she jumped up and prowled the room.
Bored…
Bored…
Squirrel!
“Kunai!” Sute amused herself with Sasuke’s pet for a while, tossing nuts for the squirrel to chase around the room before that also got boring.
Sasuke was still face first in his project.
I should have visited Yoshimoto instead.
Eager to hurry him along, she stripped off her still damp clothing, acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world to stand naked in front of him. She’d kept her movements sharp and brisk, not to entice but to remind. I’m here. Aren’t you hungry for me? Making sure to keep within his line of sight, she walked over to a kimono rack and tossed her wet clothing over it. When she turned back around, Sasuke was watching. “I’m wet from the rain.”
She could see his throat constrict when he swallowed, then coughed. After clearing his throat, he said, “My apologies. I did not mean to objectify you.”
“If that means getting you inside me faster, you can objectify me all you want.” Keeping her eyes on his face, she strode over to him and took the brush out of his now slack fingers. “I want to objectify you too.”
“That… seems like it’s only fair.”
“Good.” She paused, leaving her hands a breath away from his body. “What does objectify mean? Am I doing it right?”
“As always with subjective constructs, it’s open to interpretation, but for the sake of brevity, one could say… mmmmf.” She’d slapped her hand over his mouth. He mumbled a “yes” into her palm.
“You talk too much.” She tugged at his hakama, yanking it roughly past his hips, revealing he was already erect underneath the fundoshi. She untucked that final barrier of fabric, as he watched her, now finally silent. Maybe she’d scared him speechless. That was ok. She didn’t need words and sometimes Sasuke’s just bounced around in her head like tiny tamari balls. Good thing he was very skilled at the non-talking stuff too.
Already, he was wrapping his hands in her damp hair as he deftly removed the leather wrap that was entangled in there, easily smoothing away that snarls caused by a long day in the wet (and to be honest, she didn’t remember if she’d combed it this morning.).
This was … nice.
No. This was too intimate. Like a mother brushing through a child’s hair. She’d not known hers at all, but when she was in the orphan home, one of the older girls used to brush out her hair and braid it in a neat queue. It had been the best part of the day, having her hair brushed.
But now, she didn’t want him to be gentle. She wanted release, so she pulled the rest of his clothes off, leaving him standing in only his glasses. Experience had taught her to wait until they were safely in bed to remove those.
Now that all the barriers between them were gone, she sprang at him and he caught her automatically, lifting her until her legs were around his waist. “It’s about time.” She dragged his face to her and claimed his mouth, biting his lip in her eagerness to-
“Sasuke, I – Oh. What? Uh.” Yukimura was half frozen in the entry, having slid the door open without knocking. In his surprise, he looked like a garden statue, motionless, dropped jaw, eyes bugged out. “Sorry! Sorry! I’ll come back later! I mean. Tomorrow! I’ll come back tomorrow!”
Ooooh.
Sute had always wanted a taste of Yukimura, but their paths rarely crossed, and when they did, she’d been too busy to give him a go. “You don’t have to leave. I don’t mind if you want to watch.”
With Sasuke’s body pressed so close to hers, she could feel his pulse speed up at her suggestion. Interesting. She wondered if Sasuke too had sometimes watched people from a perch in the ceiling.
There was no response from Yukimura. It was as if the two men were stuck in an endless pause, both thrilled and scared of her suggestion.
Adding a little weight to scale, Sute pressed herself closer to Sasuke, then turned to wink at Yukimura. “Or…” She added a pause to let him start imagining. “Join us.”
She liked that idea. Oh, how she did. Snuggling up against one person was lovely, but two. Two would be perfection.
Neither man moved, but she could feel Sasuke trembling beneath her.
I have to do everything around here.
She climbed off Sasuke and walked toward Yukimura, putting a purposeful sway in her step. When she halted in front of him, she reached over and ruffled his hair. The whole time… his eyes were on Sasuke, not hers.
“Sute.” Sasuke’s voice was shaky, but there was a tone of warning in it. “Don’t objectify Yuki.”
“Huh?”
Ha! Yukimura didn’t understand what Sasuke said either. It wasn’t just Sute who got confused.
“Yuki, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Sasuke hadn’t made any effort to cover himself, but she thought that was because he had forgotten he was naked.
She made an obvious show of putting her hands behind her back. “See! I’m not objectifying!”
“Geez.” Yukimura now raked his own hand through his hair until it almost stood on end. “I. Don’t. Not. Want to.”
“Oh! Good! Come on!” Not one to waste time, Sute grabbed his hand and flung him toward the futon. Surprised, off balance, he stumbled and fell into Sasuke.
Should she close the door now? For herself, Sute didn’t much care who might walk by and witness them, but… Yukimura and Sasuke might be more fun if they weren’t worried about additional visitors. She slid it shut, then turned to see Yukimura and Sasuke sitting side by side on the futon. Yukimura fidgeted with the corner of his clothes, while Sasuke politely kept his hands to himself. She noticed that his body was angled slightly toward Yukimura, even as he refused to look at anything but the floor.
“Yukimura, you have too many clothes on.” She faked a pout, pursing her lips like a courtesan. “I could help you.”
He sputtered a few nonsense syllables, then Sasuke looked at her and opened his mouth to speak.
Sute interrupted before he could get a word out. “Did I objectify again?”
“There’s a colloquial expression where I am from. Patience is a virtue.” His strange speech seemed even stranger coming from a man wearing nothing but a pair of glasses.
Yukimura rolled his eyes and looked at Sute. ‘Can you believe this guy’ was written all over his face. He and Sute had united against Sasuke’s big words, and finally she felt let in to both sides of the triangle.
United enough that when Yukimura fumbled with his clothing, it was both Sute and Sasuke who helped him – Sute pulled his sash open while Sasuke briefly squeezed Yukimura’s hand before tugging the kimono off his shoulder.
As always, his face gave away nothing. But his breathing, Sute knew, even without thinking about it, that this was something Sasuke had imagined happening… and when Yukimura’s breath sped up in response –
This time Sute did not feel lonely. She’d been part of this, she’d helped them along. When they looked back on this moment, she would be in the memory of it too.
That certainty led her to join them on the mattress, cuddling up to Sasuke to kiss his mouth, then immediately to Yukimura to kiss him too, as if she were transferring Sasuke’s kiss in the process.
I kiss you. I kiss him.
Back to Sasuke, who this time responded with light pressure. Again, she took his kiss to Yukimura, delivering it as a courier.
I kiss you. I kiss him.
Until finally… Sasuke and Yukimura bypassed her and came together in a kiss that ramped up from curious to urgent before Sute could blink.
She sat back like a proud parent watching a baby warlord take his first sparring match, until Sasuke, ever the polite Sasuke, yanked her into the tangle of limbs, and Yukimura’s mouth found her breast –
Now, yes now, that his control had broken, Sute found the force of Yukimura’s urgency exactly matched her needs. “Yes. Bite. Please. Harder.”
Teeth and tongue nearly made her leap off the futon, as the sharp, sweet sensation raced through her.
No more watching –
Outside, thunder rolled, and rain pounded against the walls, rattling the building, muffling sound.
Inside, Sute lost herself in this storm, mouths, hands, sweat, the sticky salty taste –
The driving rain mixed with Yukimura’s guttural moans and Sasuke’s praise of Gods whose names she had not heard of – her own voice urging them not to stop –
It was Yukimura who filled her – rough thrusts, his thickness stretching her just to the point of discomfort, but it was a good discomfort and she ground herself into him, digging her fingers into his shoulders, feeling his muscles contract under her touch. She angled her hips to take him deeper, her body rushing her onward, straining for release.
Barely, she was aware that Sasuke’s arms were wrapped around Yukimura from behind, his mouth clamped on the other man’s neck.
I want…
I want…
And then no more wanting as she came with a scream moments before Yukimura erupted inside of her.
For a moment, she couldn’t move and lay there, melting into a boneless puddle.
After the sparks behind her eyelids faded, and Yukimura had rolled off her, she saw that Sasuke was still waiting for satisfaction. “Fair is fair, ninja.” Her voice sounded rusty, raw, from her screams.
She crawled across Yukimura, intending to take Sasuke in her mouth, but Yukimura got there first, stroking his friend far more hesitantly than he had fucked her.
So, with her chin resting on Yukimura’s chest, she again became the watcher, but this time it was ok. She was still with them. Still here. And when Sasuke’s cum finally spurted onto Yukimura’s hand, Sute felt like she was just as responsible.
Warm, comfortable, she half dozed, drifting in and out of childhood memories, while Yukimura and Sasuke continued kissing lazily. As a little girl, she’d shared a bed with three other orphans, kept warm in winter like a pile of kittens. This felt the same. Warm. Together. Once again safely snuggled, protected from the weather, even as rain pattered steadily against the wall.
She curled up between them, her head using Yukimura’s arm as a pillow, then Sasuke reached between her legs, his skilled fingers gently teasing her, slow waves that crested into another orgasm, one that sent her drifting into sleep.
Time passed.
Possibly they all slept.
As the room turned from rain dimmed to night’s darkness, Yukimura stirred and mumbled something about needing to leave. He didn’t make any effort to move, and Sute took the moment to pull both men closer. “We could do this again sometime.”
Sasuke’s answer was in his rapid heartbeat and held breath, until Yukimura said, “Uh. Yeah. Again. That would be. Ok. Or. Good even.”
“I concur.” Sasuke’s voice was a whisper over her shoulder.
Sute couldn’t wait for the next rainy day.
Thanks to @claviscollections for beta reading. I've never written E fic before (granted this is a borderline M/E) and she helped me make sure none of the characters suddenly appeared to develop an extra limb.
With a hiss, the door slid open while I was on my knees, peering under the writing desk. Damn it, I’d stopped listening for his footsteps and the clack of armor that would have warned me he was close by. I jerked backward, but it was far too late to run, even had I been able to.
Second rule of sneaking: Plausible deniability.
“What are you up to?” Shingen magically teleported from the doorway to loom over me. (Ok that’s a lie. He walked. Fast. On those long powerful legs).
Triumphantly, I pulled the puzzle out from below the desk and waved it at him. “It bounced under.” All afternoon, the burr puzzle had been taunting me from where it sat prominently on the desk, just begging me to take it apart and reassemble it. Was it any wonder that in my boredom, I succumbed to temptation?
Third rule of sneaking: Act like you’ve done nothing wrong.
“The puzzle was on the desk.” Shingen continued to gaze down at me, as I awkwardly rearranged myself so that my butt wasn’t in his direct line of sight.
Not going to argue with that one. “This is true.”
“While the desk is across the room from the futon.” The deceptively mild tone of voice was at odds with the storm clouds in his eyes. Forecast: lecture to follow.
I made a show of looking from the futon to the desk. “Why, yes, I believe it is.”
He knelt to my level, and slid his hand under my chin, angled my face to bring us eye to eye. “While you are not currently resting on said futon.”
“Hm, no, I’m not. How clever of you to-” He silenced me with one finger to my lips, the touch gentle despite his interruption.
“Clever enough to be aware that the definition of strict bed rest requires being in the bed, and not, on the other side of the room.” He carefully scooped me up into his arms, skillfully avoiding disturbing the splint that kept my probably-sprained-really-not-broken-I-was-sure ankle stiff and motionless. “I know you cannot fly, Devil. Therefore, you clearly defied medical orders and walked across the room.”
Technically… I did not.
I hopped.
Actually.
Fourth rule of sneaking: Distract, distract, distract!
“You smell nice.” I kissed the underside of his jaw. Not even a lie. He smelled like cedar and pine.
Unfortunately, I learned most of my distraction techniques from Shingen himself; therefore, deploying them against him was basically useless.
“I thought I could trust you not to endanger the healing process.” He held me tighter against him. “In a few more days, and you’ll be up and around, ready to fall out of trees again.”
***
Three days earlier…
“I didn’t fall,” was the first thing out of my mouth as Yoshimoto helped me limp into the room. It had taken Shingen over a year to stop making unsubstantiated claims about me ‘falling’ out of trees – just my luck that someone else’s clumsiness would put that phrase back into circulation.
While Shingen hurried to take over my weight, Yoshimoto proceeded to tell the story of the accident he’d witnessed: one of Kasugayama’s merchants had slipped on the icy walkway, skidded right into, then onto me. By the time the onlookers dug me out from under the well-fed man, the initial snap of agony had settled into throbbing pain.
Noting my gritted teeth, Shingen scooped me into his arms and transferred me to the futon. He settled my foot in his lap – my ankle had swollen to the size of an overripe plum. “You didn’t carry her?”
After biting back a yelp of pain when he touched the my bruised foot, I defended Yoshimoto. “He did offer. But the last thing I want is to listen to him complain for the next five years that I got mud all over his best kimono.” I also hadn’t wanted to be toted through town like a sack of rice.
Yoshimoto held out his arm – revealing the streaks of mud on the delicate fabric. “Unfair! This isn’t even my fourth best kimono. If you’d gotten mud on my favorite, I would have complained for ten years.” He turned his attention to Shingen. “It’s so slippery out there that I was afraid if I forcefully tried to pick her up, I’d fall too and injure her further. In any case, she claims it’s just a sprain – but I did send for Toshiie to come take a look at it.”
He had? I must have missed that. “That’s really not necess- ow!” Shingen had peeled back my sock, and even that mild jostling had sent a wave of pain through me… which pretty much negated any of the ‘I-don’t-need-a-healer’ arguments I might have made.
About an hour later, my brother trundled in, grumbled about a lack of access to any imaging machinery that would have given him a definitive diagnosis, and pronounced it either sprained or broken.
“Wow. How did I ever get along without your vast medical knowledge?” I sighed. “Tosh, it’s a sprain. If it were broken, I’d be in a lot more pain.”
He ignored me and splinted my ankle. “Stay in bed and keep your foot elevated for a week. If the swelling is gone by then, it was a sprain, and you can slowly resume activity. If not, it’ll likely take another six weeks to heal.” He gave Shingen a significant look. “Make sure she avoids all activity.”
All activity? All?
***
The fifth rule of sneaking: If caught by the smartest, sneakiest warlord in the castle, apologize and accept your punishment…
“I’m sorry for worrying you. I won’t do it again.” I attempted meek contrition.
“Of course, you’ll do it again. I owe most of my grey hairs to your exploits.” He set me down on the futon, then put my splinted ankle up on the pillow block.
“You don’t have any gr-.” He ducked his head toward me and flipped over a lock of hair. “Huh. So, you do.”
“I thought I left the desk closer to the futon.” He shrugged out of his armor, moving easily from warrior to naked to casual kimono.
Wait… let’s rewind to the naked…
“You did. The maid moved it when she came in to clean, and I didn’t notice until after she was gone.” Aside from the puzzle, there was a stack of reports that I had been reading and organizing for him.
“You could have asked a page to bring it back.” He grabbed the kettle and hung it over the firepit. “I arranged a gift for you, and you repay me by disobeying doctor’s orders.”
“Is your gift related to what’s under your kimono?” Normally I wouldn’t have been that brazen - three days of doing nothing but reading had gone right to my mouth.
He simply grinned at that. A moment later, the door slid open again and two pages carried in a square wooden tub. They were followed by several maids lugging kettles of steaming water.
Ok. Yes. Bath. Awesome gift. “I love you.”
He settled next to me and brushed my hair out of my eyes. “I take it that my daredevil Goddess approves this tribute to her magnificent splendor?”
Magnificent splendor was a bit over the top, especially since I probably still had some mud from the other day on me – but this was Shingen, and his ‘magnificent splendor’ was anyone else’s ‘kinda cool’ (or Yukimura’s ‘dummy’). “I completely approve.” The anticipation of a bath made me feel even grubbier than before. Somehow, I managed to sit patiently until the tub was filled and the servants filed out, whispering and giggling amongst themselves.
Shingen was unwilling to risk further injury to my ankle or damage to the splint, so he helped me undress – and by ‘helped’ I mean, ‘made sure that the removal of clothing included the maximum amount of ambient touching.’ Then he carried me to the tub and had me dip my hand in to test the temperature. “What do you think. Too hot? Too cold?”
“I’m far less fussy than Goldilocks, therefore… just right.” I sighed happily as he lowered me into the tub, then sighed in the bliss of hot water. Though the tub wasn’t very deep, the maids had filled it high enough so that I was semi-submerged, and it was close enough to the firepit to keep me toasty warm.
The winter sun was already setting, darkening the room around the edges. Shingen lit a lantern, and the reflected glow of its flame flickered across the surface of the bath water. Only the giant splint on my ankle ruined the utter romance of the setting.
“Who is Goldilocks?” Shingen helped me prop my injured foot over the side, moving the desk again so that I’d have something to rest it on. Then he poured a small amount of oil into the water – ah ha, that was where that scent of cedar and pine had come from.
“Oh. Another fairy tale.” I reached for the sponge that arrived with the tub, but Shingen grabbed it first.
“Let me. Your only task is to relax and enjoy.” He dipped the sponge in the water. “If you want, you could tell me the story of this Goldilocks.”
I was certainly deft enough to manage a bath on my own, even with the heavy splint on my leg, but the feeling of the soft sponge and warm water gently brushing across my cheeks and forehead felt too good for me to bother with a protest. “Alright. Once upon a time, there was a naughty little girl named Goldilocks.”
That was as far as I got before Shingen interrupted. He never has been able to listen to a story without adding his own spin to it.
“How naughty? Would Goldilocks enjoy something like this?” He swiped the sponge across my breasts – just once, but even that featherlight touch sent shivers through me.
“Um. Selfish, impolite, didn’t listen to her parents.” And yes, likely naughty enough to want more of that sponge action. Who wouldn’t? “One day, instead of going to school like a good little girl-”
“Mm, I seem to recall you telling me that you used to do the same thing.” He lightly pinched my nipple – enough to send a little zing all the way through me.
Yes. Yes, I had said that. Memory like an elephant, this one.
“Anyway.” I pulled the story back on track. “She went to play in the woods.”
“Ah ha. We’re in the woods again. Did she encounter that wolf?” He lathered up the sponge and slowly ran it along my arm, finishing the trek by lightly massaging my hand from palm to fingertips. He repeated the actions on my other arm, helping me release some of the tension my forced inactivity had built.
“No, she-”
“Pity. I liked that wolf.” He cupped his hands, dipped them in the water, and rinsed my shoulders. The warm water poured over me, sliding down my chest. Shingen skimmed along one of the water trails with his finger, then brushed a droplet off my breast.
I liked that wolf too. “Goldilocks found a cottage in the woods and after peeking into the windows, she opened the door and walked right in.”
“Hm, have you considered the possibility that rather than being a badly-behaved little girl-” Shingen leaned close and whispered in my ear, “that Goldilocks might have been a spy?”
Hm. That… actually made sense. “As it happened, the cottage was owned by three bears. Big Bear. Middle Bear. Wee Bear.”
“Presuming that as this is another children’s fable, they weren’t in a bear menage.” That sponge dipped into the water again, lathered up, then traveled slow circles around my breasts. After this bath, I was likely to have the cleanest boobs in Japan.
“Hardly. Or… ‘bear-ly’?” I shrieked when he flicked water at my face. “The bears had made hot porridge for breakfast, then gone out for a walk while it cooled.”
“I wonder why they didn’t just… blow… on it.” He leaned forward and sent a light stream of air sweeping across my nipples.
“Because there wouldn’t be a story. Or, an interrogation, which is what this is starting to feel like.” Two sentences. Just let me get through two sentences.
“Lean forward.” I did so and felt water sluicing down my spine. Then again, that brush of the sponge across my neck and shoulders, while the woodsy scent of the oil permeated my senses. If this spymaster thing didn’t work out for Shingen, he might consider opening a spa. Spamaster. “Were this an interrogation, you’d be well aware of it.”
Good point. In the past, I’d been subject to interrogations by both Shingen and Mitsuhide, and neither occasion had been this pleasant. The latter had left me with a migraine that lasted hours (in all fairness, pretty sure Mitsuhide would say the same). “Anyway. Miz Goldilocks sees the food, goes to the table, sits in Big Bear’s seat, and samples his porridge.”
“You were correct. She’s rather naughty.” He massaged my neck and shoulders, then I felt his lips and tongue against the nape of my neck as he nibbled on the increasingly tender flesh. “I’m sure you would never do anything like that. Or anything that would deserve this.” He nipped at my ear.
Oh, I like to think I would deserve this. “Goldilocks thought Big Bear’s porridge was too hot. Then she tried Middle Bear’s porridge and thought it was too cold. But Wee Bear’s porridge was just right. So, she ate it all up.”
“One could say that it was the bear’s fault for leaving their food out. Some things are just… too much of a temptation, Devil.” He reached forward to cup my breasts, his thumbs dancing over the tips until they hardened under his touch.
I took a deep breath… and then another, then managed to continue. “One might also point out that they couldn’t have expected a naughty little girl to walk right into their home.”
“I don’t know why not. There seems to have been a plethora of naughty little girls running wild in those woods.” He dropped the sponge (accidentally?). It splashed between my legs. After rolling up his sleeve, he dunked his arm in, swirling water everywhere as he rooted around for the errant sponge.
“Having eaten her fill, Goldilocks went into the next room, where the bears’ chairs were all lined up. Ahm. That… was not the sponge.” He caught my eye, and held my gaze, his expression intent and wicked as he pulled the sponge up through my legs. “Goldilocks sat in Big Bear’s chair, but it was too high. So, she tried Middle Bear’s chair, but it was too low. Wee Bear’s chair was just right, but as soon as she sat down, it broke underneath her.”
“She shouldn’t have eaten all that porridge.” He rubbed the sponge across that sensitive flesh between my thighs and my brain temporarily shut down. “Go on. What did she do next?” Another caress. “I’m waiting.”
I glared at him to let him know I knew exactly what he was doing. “All that food made her sleepy, so she went upstairs into the bears’ bedroom-”
“One bedroom? Perhaps it was a bear menage after all.” To my disappointment and relief, he stopped teasing me. Instead, he took hold of my non-injured foot, washed it thoroughly, then massaged my toes.
Not wanting to get sidetracked into the mechanics of ursine sexual practices, I continued the story. “She lay down on Big Bear’s bed, but it was too hard. Then she tried Middle Bear’s bed, but it was too soft.”
“Highly unlikely anything here would be too soft.” He took my hand and guided it along the length of him – I had to agree, no one would ever call that soft.
“Then she found Wee Bear’s bed, and it was … just right.” I took the opportunity to fondle his own just-rightness and smiled to myself when his eyes darkened. Serves you right. “Perfect, in fact. She lay down and went to sleep.” I leaned back and closed my eyes, not out of sleepiness. I was awake – but simply too caught up in the sensations of the water, the sharp woodsy scents, and him.
Always him.
“Was that the end? Or do the bears come home, take her prisoner, and force her to live out her life in a bear menage?” He tickled the bottom of my good foot, startling me out of my haze. When I opened my eyes, I saw him holding out that familiar blanket-towel.
“You still use that?” I accepted his hand, as he helped me up and over the edge of the tub.
“Too many lovely memories to ever give it up.” He cocooned me in the blanket, pulled me close, his heat warming me through the fabric.
Hm, true enough. “The bears did come home, in fact. Angry that she ate their food and broke their furniture, when they found Goldilocks asleep in Wee Bear’s bed… they ate her.”
“I was right. Bear menage.” He carried me back to the futon. “I imagine they all lived happily ever after – sampling each other’s porridge.”
“No punishment for breaking and entering, stealing their food, and destroying their furniture?” I propped myself up on my elbows, ignoring that the movement had caused the towel to slip down.
Shingen finished the job gravity started and pulled the towel aside. “One person’s punishment is another’s reward.” He pressed his mouth to my stomach. “Would you consider what happened to Goldilocks punishment?” He slid further down my body. “Or… reward?”
I couldn’t possibly manage to respond to that verbally, especially when he moved further down, between my thighs, his tongue and mouth hot against me. Any answer I might have had turned into a swift intake of breath.
“I’ll translate that as reward,” he whispered, and the warmth of his breath tickled my skin. Then he licked long and slow across me, and I arched into his mouth. “What do you think. Was that too slow?”
Without waiting for my response, he increased the pace – short, sharp flicks vibrating through my core. I grabbed the sheet, trying to find a grip, the angle, but I couldn’t with my foot wrapped awkwardly in the splint. “Or, too fast?”
Wishing I could find balance with my swollen ankle, I thrashed around until Shingen comprehended my predicament. He took hold of my hips with both hands, holding me still, before pushing his mouth on me once more.
I gasped and jerked against him, but his grip was firm. Solid.
Just right.
The ‘too fast’ and the ‘too slow’ combined, pace alternating as he swirled his tongue, finding pockets of nerve endings, lips kissing and sucking. My body reacted instinctively, with an unsatisfied urge to writhe at his touch. His strong hands kept me securely in place, refusing to permit any movement at all. My ankle would have thanked him, but the rest of me sank below the surface of that exquisite torture, riding the wave of sensation.
Too slow… too fast… I felt the pressure building taller, then receding, as he would pause…
…allowing the wave to shrink…
… before again building it up, forcing each swell to build taller than the last, all the while holding me firmly – I had no choice but to breathe into it-
Rising…
Falling…
Then at last, he pushed me to the heights - the wave crested and finally broke, and I exploded calling his name, crashing onto the shore…
As the final wave receded, he pulled me into his arms, cradling me softly against him.
Then, he rested his head in the crook of my neck. “Just right?”
“Yes.” I took his hands, curling into him. “Just right.”
Also for the @flash-exchange , this bonus piece was for three fans of Hideyoshi: @venulus @cottonfluffballofdoom and @ahanenohi
Gratitude to @lorei-writes for all the work she does putting these together.
Characters: Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, and Kitty
Theme: Family & Pets
During Mitsunari’s update on the latest reports from Echigo, Hideyoshi noticed his vassal had grown a tail.
I fell asleep at my desk. This is a dream.
Mitsunari was occasionally absentminded (if one defined “occasionally” as “daily”) but even he would have noticed the furry tail sticking out of him. Therefore, Hideyoshi attributed the tail as evidence that he was dreaming. He needed to wake up and finish whatever he had been doing before he fell asleep.
Then Mitsunari bumped the desk, spilling a bowl of rice crackers. A tiny paw shot out, grabbed a cracker, and pulled it underneath his hakima. Faint crunching noise ensued.
Not a dream.
“Mitsunari.” Hideyoshi interrupted his vassal mid-sentence. “Are you aware there is a creature living in your clothing?” Surely, he was aware. Possibly he was aware. Hopefully, he was aware.
“Oh yes,” Mitsunari assured him with a confident smile. “Kitty.” He leaned over, lifted the edge of his clothing to reveal a sweet-faced grey cat.
The cat looked at Hideyoshi and hissed. Hideyoshi mentally retracted the ‘sweet-faced’ part of the description. “Would it be futile to ask why you have a cat in your clothing?”
“Of course not, Lord Hideyoshi, you may ask me anything you would like.” Mitsunari fed the feral beast another cracker.
Hideyoshi waited.
And waited.
Mitsunari looked at him expectantly, as if he were the one waiti – oh. Sometimes, Hideyoshi wished that his brilliant friend was not so literal minded. “Why do you have a cat in your clothing?”
“It was raining, and I lost my umbrella.” Mitsunari gestured to his report. “Should I continue?”
“In a moment. If you have decided to keep it- ” he paused, and Mitsunari nodded. “Then you should give it a name. One that’s easy to remember.” In fact, Hideyoshi thought, as the cat gave him the glare of death, ‘Yamauba,’ after the flesh-eating ogresses, would be suitable.
“Kitty has a name.” Again, he rattled the papers. “My report?”
“And its name is?”
“Kitty.”
Right. Hideyoshi added Kitty to the list of things that would inevitably be his responsibility: “soothe maids when Shogetsu tracks up the freshly scrubbed floor,” and “placate cooks when Wasabi gets into the garden.” Kitty was small. Perhaps it wouldn’t –
Kitty hopped onto the desk, strolled across, and batted a container of ink to the floor. Then it plopped onto his list and began grooming.
He reached to move it. It growled at him.
“She’s purring, Lord Hideyoshi. She likes you.” Mitsunari petted the cat. “Shall I continue with my report now?”
“Carry on.” It could be worse, he rationalized, as Keiji’s pig trotted past the door, a packet of stolen konpieto in its mouth.
Fuck Meyer-Briggs whatever typology. This INTFP shit is only for redditors up their own asses to substitute for a personality. Use my new typology instead!
