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[shotokisr]

trick of the light | n. monoma

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader, reader is intended to be curvy, hate-sex, hooking up, blood (you bite his lip and it bleeds and u keep kissing fdkjsds), fingering, unprotected sex, post-timeskip monoma, reader and monoma are pro-heros, 18+

✮ wc ; 2.8k (dude sdkfjd)

✮ a/n ; fic for @antique-remains SORRY FOR HOW LONG ITS TAKEN. but i like this version much better dsjksjdk and i hope u like it too.

also . lord i want to fuck this guy

“Crazy bastard,”  

Monoma laughs, his teeth tugging at your lower lip, blue eyes lidded low. He’s more sober than you are, yet he seems intoxicated. “And you’re still taking me to bed, huh? Aren’t you something?”  

You land against the door of your apartment with a thump, pulling your mouth back in some silent protest—lips pulled into a thin line. You both know you’re not protesting at all. You wouldn’t last long even if you tried. He swipes at your mouth with the tip of his tongue and you open for him easy but unnerved, frustrated. He’s always been good at getting under your skin, knowing exactly what makes you tick.  

It’s not like he’s always right. It’s Monoma. That insufferable jackass who can’t shut up to save his life, always making assumptions. So unbearable that even Kirishima thinks it. So annoying you spent half of your highschool career getting into with him on the training grounds, trying your best not to strangle him and get your license revoked. He always picked fights with you specifically, even over the rest of your class as you got older 

You’ve always hated him. He shaped up a little before graduation, but now he’s— 

You feel teeth again. Monoma makes a low sound in the back of his throat that goes right to your core. Your pussy is throbbing and it’s so annoying it makes you want to cover your face. He’s thrilled when he speaks. “Pay attention, hm? I know you Class 1-A kids are all brawn and no brains but,”  

You go to protest but Monoma is quicker. Sharper. Stronger than you remember him being given the way he uses his hands to pin you into place underneath him 

You give in easily when he leans into kiss you again. One nip of his lips is all it takes for you to open your mouth back up. Your head feels heavy, arms around his shoulders as his hands hold onto you tight. His hand cups the nape of your neck and brings you forward to him. He kisses you shallowly first, drawing it out as he pulls away. When you chase his mouth, you can feel him smile against your lips. Proof that you want him, you think. It frustrates you. Both how good he is at kissing you and how easily he’s working you up.  

But he’s so good at this, whatever it is. Good at kissing you. Good at knowing where to put his hands and how exactly to feel you up. He slips his tongue into your mouth, forcing your own own open. You gasp as you fist at the back of his shirt from surprise. You sink under the weight of it. He nips into your mouth with intent, his eyes lidded. Not quite closed even as he kisses you in a way that makes your stomach churn.  

It’s something in his demeanor that’s making you want to slink back—direct conflict with whatever desire is burning you through you so quickly. You thread your fingers through his hair and pull. Monoma groans into your mouth, the hand on the back of your neck growing even tighter.  

“You’re being quite feisty,” Monoma says. His voice is pitched high with familiar amusement. “Any reason? Or are you hoping for me to have my way with you? That’s my guess at least,”  

You open your mouth to say something but Monoma leans into you again. Actslike he’s going to kiss you - his nose brushing yours. “Don’t worry. There’s a lot I wanna do with you, see?”  

Your curiosity gets the better of you. “…Like what,”  

“Aren’t you here to find out?”  

“Shut up and tell me already,”  

Monoma clicks his teeth. His lips press against your jaw, teeth pressing into the skin below - tender under the dulled ends of his incisors. There’s a touch of irritation to it. “All grown up and you still don’t have manners,”  

Words of protest die in your mouth as he trails down further, all the way down to your throat where he bites down. His mouth closes over your pulse, your spine arching up into his grasp as you slump against the wall. Something washes over you, your mind clouding. He laughs a little into your skin as his hands find the hem of your shirt - skirting past your waistband.  

Your chest rises and falls in anticipation for what comes next. He keeps you on the threads of his last words as his hand slips down further. His fingers are slender, long enough to reach easily. You were staring at them earlier at the bar. Part of you wonders if he noticed your staring.  

His middle finger slides over the the seam of your panties, just over your clit. You hiss as he presses against it. He laughs again, and he sounds a little bit like scumbag in the way he has his whole life. Instead of resenting him for it, it makes you moan. You feel your pussy get wet at the callous touch to his voice. “We have all evening, but I don’t really want to wait to fuck you. I’ve waited long enough.”  

Your hands finds purchase in his arms. His laughter only becomes brighter the way you tremble at his teasing. He’s hardly doing anything of note, but your body is so keyed up it makes you feel dizzy. “I’ve been wanting to feel you like this for so long,” He says, voice almost hysterical. “So, I won’t take it for granted. You want to know right? But I fear trying talk to you during this is pointless a task as they come,”  

He slides your panties over just slight before his fingers slide through your arousal. You’re so wet it’s so soaking, sliding down the pudge of your inner thighs. You wince hearing the slick sound of his fingers sliding through your folds. “Hah! How are you so wet?” 

You moan as you feel his middle finger push further, deeper until it comes into your cunt. Your pussy opens up easily as proof of your arousal. He’s mean. In one go, you feel his middle finger down to knuckle  - curling up immediately until they find your sweet spot. His name comes out of your mouth in a squeal. 

“Fuck, fuck—slowly, dammit,”  

His fingers are so much longer then yours. Reach much deeper. You try to squirm away from him but there’s nowhere for you to run away to.  

“You were talking so tough on the ride back,” Monoma muses. He fucks his finger in and out of you. The soft shlick shlick shlick sound feels so loud in your empty apartment. “Is this all you can handle?”  

“Shut up,” You hiss. Monoma grins against your throat. Another finger slides in alongside the first, this one slower. There’s tension to the way your pussy stretched but barely enough to make it hard. When his second fingers reach all the way down to the base  - he scissors them inside of you. You moan, suppressing the sound by keeping your lips shut. 

Monoma uses his other hand to cup your face, thumb pressing your lip and forcing your mouth open. His tone is light but the look in his eyes is harsh. Serious, almost. “None of that, hm?”  

Your glare at him weakly. He rubs against your sweet spot on purpose, palms grinding against your clit until your eyes roll back. He laughs again as you whimper, unable to suppress it. “Much better. Should I make you cum just like this, do you think? It seems like it’d make you more docile,”  

You frown at him, biting at his thumb. Your heart is pounding in your ears. The words have less bite then they should, given the way your voice breaks. “If you want me to be docile then hurry up and fuck it out of me,”  

Monoma pauses, eyes going wide as he inhales a sharp breath. He crashes his lips into yours, almost violently - more teeth than tongue. You bite hard at his lips, enough for him to bleed. Even as blood smears, iron in between kisses, it doesn’t deter either of you. 

His eyes have a crazy look to them when you pull away. Foreheads touching as he pulls his hand away from your skirt and forces them into your mouth. You make a noise of protest as you taste yourself, the length of his fingers making you gag. He asses you closely, laughter on the tip of his tongue. “It’d be cuter if you were honest and just begged me to fuck you but your attitude is what I like about you,”  

“You’re so annoying,” You say muffled. Monoma pulls away his spit covered fingers.  

“Let’s pretend I believe you,”  

You roll your eyes as Monoma steps back to undress. Your eyes travel down the length of his body. You’re both still clothed for the most part, but you can see his figure well enough. His dick is straining against the slacks he’s wearing. Your hands come up to his waistband on automatic, unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper.  

His cock is…bigger than you thought it’d be. You can tell even through his boxers as he slacks slide down. Your hand cups his length. Monoma hisses above you. His usual arrogance melted, face red as he covers it with one hand. Your eyes widen as your heart does a little flip.  

“I can undress myself,” He hisses.  

There’s… no way you thought of this fucker as cute just now.  

You feel like you’re entranced. You squeeze the outline of his cock experimentally, feeling him twitch. He wants you just as bad as you want him. 

“You’re so hard,” You murmur. “You’re—“  

Your thoughts are buzzing. It’s weird. The shift in the air. The sudden tension that’s no longer just lust. Your heartbeat is loud but you almost feel calm. Hooking your finger in the waist band of his boxers, you tug them down until his cock is revealed. 

Even in the darkness of your apartment, you can see it clear enough. The tip, red and flushed. Long with a nice curve, slender and tight. A laundry list of dirty thoughts crosses your mind.  

Your eyes meet. A mistake maybe. The look on his face is so different than the Monoma in your head. Anticipatory. Wanting. Just a little desperate. You feel like you’re hallucinating it but you don’t think you are. There’s something suddenly sweet about him. He shudders as you wrap your hand around it, suddenly avoiding your eyes. He puts his hand on your wrist as if to stop you.  

“I’ve—there’s a condom in my—“  

“Just fuck me,” You reply. “Shut up and do it,” 

Monoma shudders over you, teeth clenched. Trying to keep up the facade but failing. He hisses.  

“Fine. Just. Turn around,”  

You oblige and press yourself up against the door, ass facing him. You expect for him to undress you but he doesn’t. His hands squeeze your hips, merely flipping your skirt up as he presses his cock against the curve of your ass. Your breath catches.  

Wordlessly, he slicks himself up with spit and sticky fingers before sliding through your folds. Your eyes roll back as your pussy stretches around his cock to accommodate him. It goes in so easy it makes you gasp. The lower half of your waist goes weak, the only thing keeping you upright being him. Where he has you sheathed on his cock and how tightly he’s gripping onto you. He moans over you. It’s loud. Deeper than you expect. Makes you clench down on him so tight your breathless.  

“You feel—” His head drops onto your shoulder. “Shit that’s so good.”  

It’s the first time you hear him curse. The first time he’s ever praised you. Fuck. You whine his name out loud, and he groans against your shoulder again.  

He pulls out before slamming right back into you, your knees nearly making you drop. You cry out as Monoma fucks you. He sets the pace more brutally then you thought he had in him. It’s hard and fast, has his teeth sinking into your shoulder blade over your sweater. Your skin is burning hot, almost feverishly as you feel it. The sensation of emptiness before being filled over and over like a drug to your brain. Your limbs weak as your mind drowns in such sudden, unexpected pleasure. Monoma fucks you thoroughly, a hand around your waist with his fingers toying at your clit— determined to make you cum right on his cock. It’s the quietest you’ve ever heard him be. Always running his mouth, you didn’t think he had it in him to fuck you like this. Wouldn’t have imagined it in a thousand years.  

It feels too good too fast. Overwhelmingly. Your stomach tenses, orgasm making your hands curl into fists as you lean against the door. You can barely make out a coherent sentence to tell him you’re getting close.In the end you only manage one word.  

“C-cumming,”  

Your orgasm crashes into you. It feels like you’re on fire, electricity sparking through your nerves. It’s the hardest you’ve ever cum in your life with any partner and by yourself. Your pussy clamps down hard on his cock as your thighs shake.  

Monoma follows you soon after, pulling out to cum against your pussy instead of in it. You quiet the small part of you thats disappointed as you feel thick, warm cum against your skin. He leans against you as the both of you stand, panting.  

Your voice is hoarse. You still feel so horny.  

“What? Is that it?” You goad, secretly hoping it’s not.  

He laughs. Not in the usual way. It’s softer. Still amused but not so annoying. It’s the orgasm talking. You feel your skin grow even hotter. “Don’t underestimate me. We have all night,”  

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EPILOGUE:  

You wake up the next morning sore.  

Sore but… clean. And warm.  

There’s a nice scent coming from somewhere in your house. You sit up in bed still naked, covered in hickeys and bruises. You pull the sheets over your chest as you rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to remember when exactly you slept. You don’t remember showering but the lack of stickiness makes it seem like you did.  

Which means that Monoma must’ve wiped you down before bed. The thought makes your face hot. So he’s considerate to sex partners. A pleasant surprise. You reach for your phone on your bedside to find it charging there.  

Another surprise.  

Okay. So he’s really considerate. Whatever.  

Before you get to wonder where he is, Monoma comes back to your room. He’s shirtless, wearing his boxers from last night and holding a mug of something. He blinks.  

“So you’re up. I came in to wake you. It’s noon by the way,”  

Your eyes go wide. “Noon? I have patrols,” 

He snorts. “No you don’t. You’re welcome.”  

“…You called in for me?”  

He looks at you before rolling his eyes. “Well aren’t you clever?” He says sarcastically. He walks in and places the mug on your bedside table. “I just called into your agency and said you weren’t feeling well. I gave them my hero ID so it wasn’t hard. Drink your tea before it gonna get cold,” 

“It’s for me?”  

“Well I didn’t bring it here to drink in front of you,”  

You feel incredibly conflicted, so much so you can’t even tell him to fuck off. This… this is not the way you remember him. Not at all. You frown, looking down at your lap.  

“Stop being so nice. It’s weirding me out.”  

He laughs again. “I was always nice, just not to your class and by extension not to you,”  

“You were not nice last night,”  

“Is that a complaint?”  

You stay quiet.  

“Thought so,”  

There’s a beat of silence. Monoma sighs a little, turning to leave. And, for some ungodly reason, you grab hold of his hand. He pauses and looks back at you. You frown, your voice uncertain.  

“Have you… had anything to eat?”  

Monoma pauses. “Not yet.”  

“Then…”  

“Are you inviting me on a date?”  

You look up at him, expecting to see his usual expression. And sure, he does look like an arrogant jackass like normal but he’s… smiling too. In a sincere way. You’re seriously losing your mind. There’s  no way this guy is… 

“If I was?”  

“Beat me to the punch,” Monoma says, half-way shrugging. He leans down again to get eye-level with you. Nose to nose. You pull away, very conscious of having half-woken up.  

He kisses the corner of your mouth instead of directly, smug like always. Instead of it being deeply annoying, though - you find your heart beating fast. He stands and stretches after, observing you with a hand on his hip. 

“It’d be good if you thought about how other people felt for a change. But well, you 1-A kids were all self absorbed like that. You were always so hung up on hating me, you didn’t consider why I picked fights with you over everyone else,”  

You pause. “What does that—“  

Monoma stands and turns around without answering. “I’m borrowing your shower,” 

Damn him.  

 “Asshole! Answer my question first!”  

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5000 $ - shoto todoroki x fem!reader

part 2.

tw ; minors dni, angst, degradation, not the healthiest relationship, nsfw, fingering

thinking about your boyfriend shoto. he's everything you hate, haughty, egotistical, arrogant, pretentious. daddy's boy, who this one is a big corporate ceo, so rich, very rich in fact.

this asshole was loved by everyone in college. he was even called "a demigod". shoto seemed to have everything to please and succeed in life.

money, fame, beauty.

he was obviously popular with the girls in your college. they were all, without exception, at his feet, and you knew from his indifferent and haughty look that he was enjoying it.

they only had attention for him.

oh, he is so handsome and so smart. he had the best results of the semester, he’s so smart oh my god. did you see the last post on his Instagram. i’d let him whatever we wanna do with me! and so on...

he was almost so perfect. almost.

and you were just the regular girl.

so you could tell that you were a little surprised and suspicious when he first asked you out on a coffee date. i mean, why would he be interested in you? you're worthless, and there were probably prettier girls than you in college. however, with some doubts, and probably a little hidden hope, you accepted his request.

was it one of those stupid bets to get you into bed and dump you like a piece of shit that he did with his friends? you knew he was one of those heartbreakers, and that he only cared about himself. he was a selfish, evil man.

but this idea of him as a spoiled, rotten, hateful boy was slowly disappearing as you spent more time with him. those little late-night dates in your dorm room at the university turned into a trip to the movies or a fast-food restaurant at 11 p.m. and that's how he made you fall so easily in love with him. and that's also how hell started.

shoto had stolen your heart, and simply refused to give it back.

you had fallen madly in love with him, with his disgusting, evil personality. he had been acting like a drug on you ever since you lost your virginity to him. his gentleness, (he who was so cold), the fact that he guided you through your first time with affection, the fact that he is so experienced when you did it together, had stung you. had put a spell on you.

you craved his toxic love.

it was when he realized that you were in his pocket, completely dependent on him, that his personality changed.

he became the shoto you hated again. haughty and pretentious.

he had no respect for you, but still called you his. you don't know why he still stayed with you. why he always called you "his girlfriend" in front of his friends when you were at a party. why he turned down all the girls' advances when they tried desperately to get him into bed.

he never took into account what you wanted, and on the contrary, you had to give in to his demands.

it was only with the help of his money that he made up for his infidelity or missed dates to go out to other parties with his friends.

he had this facility to buy you the biggest brands, Dior, Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent, to make you forget this ugly part of his personality.

you were so suggestible with a little money.

in fact, quite simply, you were just an asset where a price could be placed.

it had become toxic, and you knew it. but you didn't care, you loved him. yeah, you knew that he was incapable of loving anyone else but himself. you wanted that to change. you wanted him to love you. but you know he couldn't. but you can't blame him...

shoto knew only money, from his father, his mother died. his home, his childhood is only a luxurious love without affection or warmth. that's what you said to justify all his mistakes.

but it had to end.

tonight's party would be different from all the others parties. you wanted to put an end to this poisonous relationship. you suspected that he was going to break you down, with these beautiful words as sharp as thorns, to make a transfer in your account.

you had lured him away from the crowd, into a corner of the quiet kitchen. shoto seemed annoyed that you were disturbing him from a moment when he could have been enjoying himself.

your determined gaze met his.

"it's over between us. shoto, i don't want to take any more of you. i-i want to break up."

from the height of almost 2 meters, he looked at you, always accompanied by that annoyed look.

"you know very well that you are the only one between the two of us who comes back begging me on his knees. "

tears rose to your cheeks. he was right.

"no, this time it's different. "

but shoto could feel it too, that this time might be final. he couldn't stand the idea, terribly. although he found you far too annoying most of the time, shoto had strangely become accustomed to your annoying presence by his side. to your joyful laughter when he tried to cook for the two of you. to the uninteresting anecdotes you learned in college. but also to your sighs of pleasure when his fingers came to caress you at night.

yet what he said to you did not reflect what he thought.

" you're pathetic, y/n. who's going to pay for your education? your rent? everything you need to live ? where are you going to find another guy pathetic enough to fuck you? "

you hated it when he treated you like dirt. when he spoke so vulgarly to you in that quiet voice.

" i shower you with jewels, luxury brands and this is how you thank me ? i should have listened to others when they told me i wasted my time with you. and my money. "

he approached you, looking threatening. you knew where this was going, but you did nothing to stop him. His face was only a few inches from yours, his hot breath caressing the tip of your nose.

" you're mine. don't forget it. "

his cold gaze was planted in yours, yet you could easily read in it that little flame that sparked in his pupils every time he would ravage you that night.

"show me then." you whispered.

you didn't have to say it twice for him to pin you against the wall. you exchanged a passionate, disorganized kiss, as if you might be separated at any moment. your tongues were pressed together in a long, lingering kiss. your hands caressed his two-tone hair, while his slipped under your blouse.

the thought of someone coming in and catching you two kissing like crazy turned you on slightly. a soft moan escaped your lips when her hand met your already hard nipple.

"you're walking around without a bra now ?" he asks, his tone slightly mocking.

you didn't answer, your look already said a lot. his long fingers left your chest a little too quickly for your taste to reach your bottom. in a few movements, which spoke volumes about his experience, shoto's hand was caressing your panties.

a long, sly smile stretched his lips, which made you roll your eyes.

"i've barely touched you and you're so wet. i’ve never seen a whore like you. "

you reflexively spread your legs a little wider, wishing you could feel him inside you. his lips caressed your earlobe, while he slipped you a lot of obscenities.

"you're miserable. letting me finger you in the middle of the night, in the kitchen non top of that."

his slow, excruciatingly slow movements made you see the stars as he pressed in all the sensitive places. His fingers massaged your clit before he slid a finger inside you. his coming and going elicited a few miserable moans that you tried desperately to hide.

"let me hear that lovely voice of yours. "he said in an authoritative voice.

he knelt down in front of you, still letting his fingers do the work as his tongue this time came to suck your clit. he was too fucking good at it. you were addicted to it.

you were addicted to the purple stains from his feverish kisses that covered your entire chest. the sighs that added to yours.

"mmh s-shoto... wanna- feel more of you."

and so he did. the pace increased, as did the number of fingers inside you. all of this was overstimulating you. you were about to cum, here, in the kitchen of shoto's best friend. he had that same gift of making you cum in minutes. he made you think he cared about you.

"you don't feel respected in this relationship? that's the point. look at the state of you.

he wasn't wrong. shoto had to hold you down to keep you from collapsing on the floor.

you had to take a few more seconds to recover from the orgasm he had given you.

"shoto, i- we need to stop this. "

his haughty, cold expression returned to his face. you thought you saw a little disgust pass through his eyes. how could you judge him for that ? you had just cum in the kitchen a few steps away from the party of several hundred people.

" you were the one spreading your legs. dignity is just a foreign concept to you, isn't it ?"

his dry laugh, muffled by the music, echoed in your head. he finally turned his back on you, after cleaning himself up.

" enjoy the party. but y/n, you and i aren't done yet."

and it was also just then that you received a notification from your bank's app. « todoroki shoto just wired you $5000 ! »

don’t get him wrong y/n, you were just a toy to shoto todoroki.

repost from my old blog :)

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Somebody stop this man

Alfons girlies, I need y'all to come get your man. Had me punching my pillow outta NO WHERE with that tomfoolery.

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it's them.

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Every Jude story. Every. One.

Kate: I know you always save me so I'm not scared but I also know you don't actually care about me so I won't assume you'll come to my rescue, don't worry.

Jude: you're damn right Princess next time your sheltered ass is on your own 😡

Also Jude: *busting down the door the next time she gets in trouble* WHAT MOTHERFUCKER JUST SIGNED THEIR DEATH CERTIFICATE

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harrison is that guy ijbol

Since the Ikevil EN release date is fast approaching, here's a quick guide to help people who are still undecided choose which suitor to go for

Disclaimer: This is not a serious guide, but to the best of my knowledge, it's an accurate one. I also spent like, 10 minutes tops on this, so, you know, be warned

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Just a couple more ok? I swear no more meme spams-

Our feminist king mwah mwahh

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this fucking found family trope I'm cryinh

the most dysfunctional found family award goes to… Crown!

(/aff)

“huh?”

“huh???”

Harry’s like “yes sir and I’m damn proud of it sir.”

Alfons calling Liam “my dear kitty cat” is living in my mind rent free now hELP

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yeah yeah let's get you to bed old man

- mod kibby

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felt like these two are the type to look sexier fully clothed

- mod kibby

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hey jude don't make it bad

- mod kibby

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chat do we fw this

- mod kibby

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he's trying his best

- mod kibby

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as an Elbert and Jude fan, I feel double attacked

IKEVIL SLANDER 🗣🔥

I had more in mind but I didnt want to make the vid too long :,) Maybe I'll do another part 🤔

(Also I dont know how things on tumblr work, I only started using it recently cus of ikevil hope it doesn't feel out of place💥)

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THIS IS SO INSANELY GORGEOUS WTH

Mirror mirror on the wall,

Who’s the fairest of them all?

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Ikesen Collection Events

Fateful Love in Motion

Kicho : Kanetsugu : Ieyasu : Mitsuhide

Kenshin

He Suddenly Became a Plushie!?

Ieyasu : Kicho : Kanetsugu

Sengoku Showdown 2023:

Prologue 1 : Prologue 2

Kenshin, Mitsuhide, Motonari, Kennyo

Kicho

Tell Me Words of Love

Kicho

I Adore You (Princess Set)

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4

Exclusive Butler Story

Kanetsugu

Patissier Warlord's Sweets Operation

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4

Ikemen Sengoku Café ➝ Prologue

Kenshin : Kanetsugu : Keiji

Shingen

My Jealousy is Eating Me Up!

Kanetsugu : Yoshimoto : Kicho : Kenshin

I'll Do My Best To Be a Bad Girl (Kicho)

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He Suddenly Became a Plushie!?

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. This is a rush translation.

After finishing my work, I returned to Ieyasu's room.

Mai: "I'm back, Ieyasu. Huh?"

(I thought he'd be in his room by now.)

Ieyasu: "Hmm? Welcome back. Sorry, I must have fallen asleep without realizing."

Mai: "Huh? Where are you?"

Ieyasu: "What are you talking about? I'm right here."

Mai: "Huh?"

As I heard Ieyasu's voice, a plush toy resembling him appeared beside the writing desk.

(No, a stuffed toy can't just stand up and talk, right!?)

Mai: "Wait a minute, are you serious? Is that really you!?"

Ieyasu: "What are you talking about?"

Ieyasu: "Huh? Aren't you unusually tall today?"

Mai: "No, you're just small! I mean, you're a plushie!?"

Ieyasu: "Plushie? What's that?"

Ieyasu: "!?"

After moving his body, he noticed his own hands and finally grasped the situation.

Mai: "What happened while I was away?"

Ieyasu: "Even if you ask me, I have no idea. I was just writing a letter and suddenly got sleepy. Then, when I woke up..."

Mai: "You found yourself like this?"

Ieyasu: "I guess."

Mai: "Are you okay? Can I touch you?"

Ieyasu: “Go ahead.”

Mai: “Okay.”

Carefully, I place the small Ieyasu in the palm of my hand.

(What should I do? He’s so tiny.)

Ieyasu: “Hey, why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

Mai: ��Ah!”

Ieyasu tapped the tip of my nose and moved his short arms.

(Is he trying to fold his arms? They’re too short for that, though.)

Ieyasu: “I don’t know why this happened, but I’ll find a way to return to normal.”

Ieyasu: “And you, don’t worry more than necessary. Just keep smiling, as usual. Got it?”

He said that and pointed one arm towards my face.

(He's trying to reassure me, even though it's harder for him.)

Mai: "Thank you. You're right. Being depressed won't solve anything."

Mai: "Thanks to your cuteness, I'm feeling a little better."

Ieyasu: "What are you talking about? Moving and talking dolls are creepy as hell."

(He's embarrassed.)

Mai: "That's not true. You're small and cute."

Ieyasu: "My bad. I guess the real me is huge and totally not cute."

Mai: "Your normal self is tall and handsome! I love your usual appearance, of course."

Mai: "So, can I help you look for a way to return to normal?"

Ieyasu: "You're still going to help, even if I say no anyway."

Ieyasu: "Do as you like."

I couldn't help but run my fingers over his cheek as he turned away.

Ieyasu: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Mai: "Hehe, you're just too fluffy and cute."

Ieyasu: "Stop grinning like that. I’ll remember this when I return to normal."

He turned away, sulking.

(Even as a plushie, he's still stubborn. Huh?)

Suddenly, a black stain on his back caught my attention.

I casually shifted my gaze and noticed a brush beneath the writing desk.

Mai: "Ieyasu, there's ink on your back!"

Ieyasu: "Really? It doesn't hurt or itch."

Mai: "Are you sure it's okay? Ink isn't poisonous, right?"

Ieyasu: "Calm down. It's just ink. I can just wash it off."

Mai: "Then let's wash it!"

Ieyasu: "Now?"

Mai: "I'm worried it'd stain your clothes. Just wait. I'll prepare everything quickly!"

Ieyasu: "Hey!"

Quickly preparing hot water and a basin, I lifted him with both hands.

Mai: "I prepared it in a hurry, but I hope it's okay to get you wet."

Ieyasu: "It should be fine. Worst-case scenario, you can just dry me off."

Mai: "Still, if we leave it, the stain will only get worse."

Ieyasu: "If you're going to dilly-dally, then don't wash it."

Mai: "I'll do it!"

With determination, I gently submerged Ieyasu in the warm water.

Mai: "Ieyasu, is it too hot? Are you okay with the pressure? Does it hurt?"

Ieyasu: "You're worrying too much. Just do it properly."

Mai: "But even you are careful when washing the Wasabi doll."

Ieyasu: "That was something you gave me, so I can't help it."

Mai: "Then I can't help it either. I'm washing something precious to me."

Ieyasu: "I see."

Ieyasu: "So, how long are you planning to keep washing me?"

Mai: "Well, it seems like the ink has soaked in more than it looks. Ah!"

The ink spread to his stomach, and I panicked.

Mai: "Wait, I'll get it off now!"

Ieyasu: "Ugh."

Mai: "Did it hurt?"

Ieyasu: "No. It just tickles."

Mai: "Sorry, I'll try to be gentler."

Ieyasu: "Hey, it's getting even more ticklish."

Mai: "But it's not coming off easily."

Ieyasu: "Guh!"

As I gently rubbed, he trembled more and more.

Ieyasu: "Hey, aren't you done yet?"

Mai: "Just a little more. Hang in there, Ieyasu!"

Ieyasu: "Even if you say that, I..."

The small Ieyasu started squirming in my hand, almost falling into the basin.

Mai: "Ieyasu, don't move!"

Ieyasu: "I can't take it anymore!"

The next moment, water splashed everywhere.

Ieyasu: "Huh?"

Mai: "----!"

(He's back to normal!)

Mai: "Maybe getting wet was the trick?"

Ieyasu: "Who knows? I'm just relieved to be back to normal."

Mai: "Wait, what about the ink stain?"

I quickly moved closer to check his back and stomach, but I couldn't find any.

Mai: "Great, it seems like everything's fine!"

Ieyasu: "Fine? Not quite."

Before I could react, the wet Ieyasu grabbed my waist and swiftly pushed me down.

Mai: "Um, Ieyasu?"

Ieyasu: "I told you several times it was ticklish, but you didn't listen."

Ieyasu: "Now it's payback time."

Mai: "Ah..."

He untied my obi, opened my kimono, and touched my bare skin.

Mai: "Wait, Ieyasu, you're soaking wet. You need to change."

Ieyasu: "I'll be taking it off anyway."

Mai: "Mm."

His rough hands caressed me, and he kissed me more passionately than usual. 

That night, we shared the warmth of our bodies until Ieyasu was completely satisfied.

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