#ikesen reader insert

[anti-cyra]

otome series

— i am otome game trash so!! this is pretty straightforward, the following are all bots from otome (female-lead romance visual novel type) games i've played.

2025 EDIT: Some of these bots may have been deleted off of c.ai by the system, which I have no control over :( Bots will be moved to Janitor AI instead.

Orlok | Yang | Gilbert Redford

Nicola Francesca | Dante Falzone

C.AI MASTERLIST

JANITOR AI MASTERLIST

Ikemen Vampire

Isaac Newton (Canon Compliant)

Ikemen Villains

Harrison Gray (Event: Maid For Your Command AU)

Harrison Gray (Canon Compliant)

Harrison Gray (Event: Underneath the Black Veil AU)

ฅ^._.^ฅ Future Plans: More from Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Revolution

[ikesenlemonadestandstories]

AFK - Level 36

I'm baaaaaaack! Hello everyone! Hope you're all doing well and hanging in there. Life has been a little crazy, but i'm happy to report it's been productive :) Please enjoy the next chapter!

Master List

Tagging: @loudartanimeeclipse & @ihavenotfallenyet

Warnings: none? If you find anything let me know though.

Level 36

You were spending way too much time at the convenience store near your house. For whatever reason, Masamune's seemingly endless jokes made it easier to ignore the pit you had in your stomach. Sure, there was probably a better way to handle whatever that situation with Ieyasu had been, but now that you had been avoiding him this long, it almost felt like you couldn't say anything. Taking a deep breath, you decided on a bag of chips you'd yet to try and turned to head to the register, only to yell out in fright.

"Would you stop doing that!" You relaxed when you realized it was just Masamune.

"Nah, it's fun to watch you jump." The man chuckled and patted you on the shoulder. "Got any plans for dinner Friday?"

"Uh, no?" You looked at him skeptically as you shifted your weight, so the things you were holding sat more comfortably in your arms.

"Cool, stop by, and I'll feed you." Without going any further, Masamune walked off towards his register.

"What's the occasion? You don't feel so sorry for me that you're trying to take me on a date to cheer me up, are you?" You scowled.

"Lass, do I seem like that kind of guy?" Masamune leaned over the counter.

"Yes, but also no?" You replied as you placed your snacks on the counter.

"I'm offended. Here I am trying to get you to try this new dish I've come up with, and you're questioning my character." Masamune threw a hand to his chest in mock offense.

"Fine, what's this new dish?" You asked, a little curious.

"Can't tell you. It's a surprise." Masamune smiled proudly down at you. "Just meet me here around seven, and we can go chill in a park."

"The park?" You cocked your head to the side.

"Trying to avoid giving you murdery vibes by not inviting you back to my house." Masamune jokes. "Since you've already questioned my character once tonight."

"I hate to break it to you, but a nighttime picnic in the park has equal amounts of murdery vibes as going to an acquaintance's house for dinner." You barked out a laugh.

"Acquaintance!? And here I thought we were good friends, but I guess you're right. Still, I wanna eat by the reservoir, though." Masamune smiled brightly as he handed you your change.

"Sounds good to me. See you Friday then, friend." You gave a little wave before heading home for the rest of the evening.

That's how you ended up staring at your closet, wondering how much effort you had to put into your outfit tonight. It was technically a picnic, but Masamune had said it was just a casual thing. You knew better than to show up in your work scrubs for multiple reasons, but you were torn between comfort and looking halfway decent. In the end, you decided on a loose pair of jeans, so your legs didn't get itchy in the grass and your favorite hoodie before walking towards the store.

When you arrived at the convenience store, Masamune was already standing outside, dressed nearly identical to you, with a picnic basket in hand.

"Hey there!" You gave a wave and jogged in his direction, "We're twins today."

"Great minds think alike. You all ready to go?" Masamune asked.

"I think so unless there's something you think I'll need." You quirked your eyebrow up at him.

"Nope, I've got everything we could ever want in this basket." Masamune lifted it, so it was right at your eye level.

"Oh? That's a pretty magical picnic basket." You snickered as you tried to grab for the latch.

"Hey, I think not." Masamune pouted as he snatched it away from your hands. "What do you not get about the word surprise?"

"Technically, if you showed it to me now, I'd still be surprised." You countered him.

"Yes, just not at the right moment. Life's all about those little moments, Lass." Masamune scolded you.

"If you say so."

"I do." Masamune encouraged me.

After that, the two of you walked up the hill towards the park in comfortable silence. You had to admit it was a nice night for a picnic, not a cloud in the sky, a gentle breeze, the temperature wasn't too hot or too cold. With a smile on your face, you helped Masamune unfold and lay down the blanket in the spot near the reservoir he had picked.

"It really is nice. Do you come up here often at night?" You wondered aloud as you took a seat.

"Eh, it depends on my mood." Masamune shrugged. "Today's too perfect to pass up, though."

"That's true. I like the way the stars reflect off the water." You admitted.

"I thought you might." Masamune gave you a wide-toothed grin. "Alright, Lass, close your eyes. No peeking."

"I thought you were trying to avoid murdery vibes tonight?" You chuckled as you did as Masamune told you.

"I am. I almost gave you a blindfold but thought better of it." Masamune snickered.

There was a shuffling noise, and you assumed it was Masamune pulling the food out of his magical basket. The familiar sound of bento boxes unclipping and the smell of something savory made you smile. You were excited; this was exciting. If Masamune was as good with actual food flavors as he was at mixing exotic chips and soda's this mean was bound to be a fabulous one.

"Alright, Lass, you can open your eyes now. Your excitement soon turned to mild horror and anxiety when you realized what was going on. This was a setup, and the one person you least expected was sitting directly across from you. When your eyes met his green ones, you saw him flush and look away.

"Told you, the basket is magic. You kids have fun!" Masamune shouted as he ran back down the hill. He was leaving you alone in the park with Ieyasu.

[cuttlefishwritesotome]

Hello!

I have a ikesen request.

Touching his thighs during war council. How would they react?

Ooooh this was fun, you didn't specify headcanon or scenario so I did a bit of both, you also didn't say what characters so I just randomly grabbed a few.

Warnings: GN!Reader, PDA, Historical inaccuracies as far as the eye can see,

Characters: Shingen, Ranmaru

Shingen

🌹HA!

🌹You think you can fluster him? Mr. "I live for love?" Sir "Has never been rejected ever" Lord "I might die tomorrow so might as well live like it" oh that got a bit sad

🌹Shingen will do you one better. You touch his thigh? He'll straight up kiss you, on the lips, on the cheek, on the neck. Whatever he knows you'll be comfortable with. And yes, he will do it right in the middle of the war council.

🌹 The second the council is over he would bridal carry you out of there. You can use your imagination here.

🌹If your feeling too embrassed you have the added bonus of hiding your face in his chest his tiddies are out for a reason. You brought this upon yourself, let's be honest you knew what would happen.

You were back in his room, finally back with your feet on solid ground. "I'd never thought you'd be so bold, my love." Shingen flashed you one of his beautiful smiles. He pulled you close, ghosting his thumb over your bottom lip, "You drive me absolutely wild."

Ranmaru

💜The two of you are the lowest ranking at the council, so you're always sitting next to each other.

💜You're not together and honestly neither of you are all that happy with just being friends but neither of you have communicated with each other.

💜Well expect for all the all the subtle flirting Ranmaru's been doing (Think Ranmaru's part in the Darker than Night collection event). You decided that it's time to flirt back, and what better time than in the middle of a war council.

💜So what does Ranmaru do when your hand "accidently" brushes against his thigh while he's reporting to Nobunaga? Well it's a damn good thing he knows how to keep his composure. So a light blush it is.

💜Would discreetly look at you for the whole time he's talking, like he'd have a little hesitant skip in his voice for like a second.

💜Even though he doesn't look it, Ranmaru is pretty confident when he isn't betraying someone and he can flirt.

💜Of course he's still subtle about it, super sweet

You figured that you'd get more of a response after the council, you just didn't realize how soon that would be. Welp, there goes the confidence. The two of you walked out together, all was going well until Ranmaru pulled you into an empty room.

"Y/n, you're so cute when you get like this." Ranmaru spoke quietly before his soft lips pressed against yours. You weren't expecting him to be that bold that's for sure.

[war--lords]

JEALOUS IKEMEN (SENGOKU) BOYS! YEAH JEALOUS BOİS :D Could you write about this topic for headcanon?

yes maam/sir/gender neutral greeting random bois below

Warning: Suggestive content? idk what to tag this

Nobunaga

Doesn’t get jealous easily. He’s confident not because of his station of power, but because he’s sure that your heart belongs to him (the way his belongs to yours), and petty flirtations from other potential suitors aren’t going to sway that kind of commitment.

But even the Devil King isn’t without cracks of weaknesses here and there. For him, it’s when you actually act kind and loving to the other person who’s trying to get your attention. And you often do that, of course, because you’re naturally kind and loving, though it doesn’t help that you’re also sort of dense when someone is trying to flirt with you.

...which means he hates it when Ranmaru clings to you. That boy may seem innocuous enough but Nobunaga can’t help but sense an underlying secret beneath all that ‘little brother’ attitude.

“What did you do today?” It’s something he always asks when the two of you are about to go to bed.

If you tell him you’ve been out with Ranmaru all day, enthusiastically talking about the places you went, the food you tried, he’ll probably hold you closer on your shared futon, the grip on your waist unyielding, and pin your body down underneath his. At this point it’s safe to assume that you’re not going to go to sleep anytime soon.

“All day, you say,” he murmurs, opting to administer teasing kisses on your neck and jaw, doing everything he can to avoid your lips where he knows you want it the most. The man usually takes what he wants, so when he teases, you know it’s going to persist throughout the affair.

His hand wanders to the hem of your robe, slowly slipping inside. 

“Then I suppose it’s only fair that you dedicate yourself to me all night.”

Hideyoshi

As a devout follower of Nobunaga, he likes to think that he also doesn’t get jealous easily, because he’s a full-grown, mature man, right?

Let’s just say that’s not quite it.

There was one time he catches you in a room with the seamstresses, and he sees you blushing. Red from the top of your head to your neck. They are surrounding you, likely showering you with compliments on your design, but he can’t actually hear what they’re saying. All he knows is that you’re sat in the middle of them, face delightfully reddened and a slightly distressed-slash-embarrassed look on your face that reminds him so much of the face you make when you’re in bed with him...

And that’s when the feeling flares up in his gut. He announces his presence and practically ushers you out. Stunned, you follow blindly. He brings you to your shared quarters before deciding to ask what you were doing with the seamstresses exactly.

He doesn’t know if he should be dismayed or delighted at your still-blushing face. Did you get redder? You show him something you’ve been holding in your hand, something he doesn’t notice—

It looks like very skimpy, very accessible undergarments.

You stutter as you explain. “It was a gift.”

His hungry eyes pinned on yours, hands already beginning to undo your obi, he replies in a heartbeat. “Then it’d be rude for us to not use it.”

Shingen

Guy flirts with anything that has two legs and breathes so

It’ll be kind of hypocritical of him if he gets jealous easily, and by nature he’s very chill, so... that should be fine.

Or so he thinks.

It starts with you bantering with Yukimura. The two of you are almost like siblings in Kasugayama, always having something to good-naturedly argue about, so he’s used to the sight. What he’s not used to is Yukimura blushing around you. Maybe the two of you are talking about something embarrassing, but Shingen isn’t used to seeing him like that at all.

With Sasuke, you’re always sharing inside jokes about the future. Even after Shingen’s short visit, he can’t say he understands everything you talk about. Sometimes he’ll catch you snickering with each other (about something called a ‘kombucha girl’? He’s not sure).

Kenshin pours your sake at banquets.

It’ll take awhile for jealousy to blossom, but when it does, it’ll be unexpected and... maybe enjoyable. He’ll whisk you away from the lively party into the quiet of his quarters, lips nibbling on your ear and hands busy undressing you.

“Shingen, what—ah!”

“Everyone’s in love with you, do you know that?” he asks, nimble fingers on your chest. “But only I can have you like this, because you only love me. I want you to say it.”  

Possessive Shingen is a rare occurrence, so you best enjoy it while it lasts. 

[imagineimaginethat]

STOP IT I WAS TAKING A BREAK FROM OTOME GAMES WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL AND NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT IKEPRINCE??????? NO ONE TALK TO ME I GOTTA CHOOSE THE NEXT KING

P.s. requests are open once more since I'm back

[elleplaysotome]

so I started Ikesen purely for the MC and she is not disappointing

[toreii]

Butterflies || Kichou

Pairing: Kichou x reader

Warnings: A little make-out scene. Nothing too graphic.

Just some angsty writing to get out of my way. I read the epilogue for Kichou’s latest event route. Why MC didn’t take up on the opportunity beats me. So, I thought to reimagine that moment to my liking. A self-indulgent ficlet for me, but you guys are more than welcomed to read it. Enjoy!

The rhythmic heartbeat of both your own and Kichō’s echoed into your ears as you rested against his broad chest. He kept a firm hold on you, keeping you trapped in his arms as he supposedly calmed down. It became apparent that Kichō had a terror of being in warehouses. But, you weren’t about to broach a sensitive subject. Instead, you offered him what he had once offered you—your heartbeat. Strangely enough, Kichō had instead pulled you into his arms feeling more at ease this way. Whatever ailed him earlier seemed to have vanished. His breathing calmed, and the sheen of sweat on his beautiful brow no longer glittered.

The two of you were tucked away in a narrow row of bookshelves, having sought refuge in a book shop in town. The Oda soldiers had come for your rescue, but Kichō wasn’t ready to give you up just yet. The very thought made your heart squeeze. Your fingers involuntarily clutched at his pristine cloak. Kichō adjusted a hand, slender fingers brushing along your back, and rested it between your shoulders. “[Name].” Your stomach fluttered. His tone–so flat–sent your heart beating. Everything about this man had your thoughts a jumbled mess. The more you tried to decipher Kichō’s intentions, the more confused you became. Simply staring at him had you lost in thought. Kichō’s very being was like a painting come to life. Yet, the very hands that held you could also spill blood. You looked up, meeting his yellow-green eyes which glowed in the dim darkness of the desolate warehouse. You slowly gulped becoming lost in his gaze once again. You knew something had changed between you two these last two days. Despite kidnapping you, Kichō had shown a different side of you. He captivated you like never before. You fought against the very idea that began to take root. A horrible realization that you were too afraid to make. The more you stared at him, the clearer it became. You cried. If things had gone as planned. If Mitsuhide had whisked you away in time, perhaps, these feelings would have remained dormant. But now, in Kichō’s arms, you realized the truth. In the pale lighting, Kichō watched your features twist in pain. His thin lips parted at the sight of small beads of tears dotting the corners of your eyes. You placed a hand to his cheek, and pulled yourself up. He could barely react as your lips pressed softly against his. A small, broken moan reverberated from your throat as he inhaled sharply. His hand shot to the back of your head, and you clung onto him as he was a breath of fresh air. The fluttering of your stomach coiled tightly, igniting an ardent flame all over your body. You expected for Kichō to push you back. Instead, you felt him slide down just a bit against the wall he rested against. His other hand trailed along your thigh making its way up towards the curve of your hips. So, your other hand found its way into his midnight blue hair, fingers tangling in silky locks of hair. This was wrong. So very wrong. Kichō was an enemy of the Oda. You were very well aware of that. He was responsible for the attack on Azuchi. He had made it known that he despised Nobunaga. You had been warned many times to stay away from him. Yet, time and time again you had found yourself in his presence. Your previous encounters had been nothing like this. Kichō had gone out of his way to help you during those times. But, this time, things had drastically changed. You were his prisoner. And now… You gasped for air just as Kichō loosened your kimono. He leaned up keeping you seated in his lap. “K-Kichō...san...” His lips sought purchase on your collarbone exposing the patch of skin beneath your kimono. His fingers expertly unraveled your obi letting it pool on your lap. Kichō left wet kisses along your collar, each popping loudly in the room. You shivered in his arms as he pulled your kimono further down, lips brushing along your chest. He paused there, holding you flush against him, the rhythm of your heart beating against your chest. It had been the spark between the two of you. He had offered you his heartbeat. Now, you offered yours.

Kichō looked up at you through a sultry, half-lidded gaze. You noted the bright red hickeys he had left behind in his wake, a mark of his passion.

“If you wish to stop, show me clearly your refusal.”

You could only breathe deeply. You’ve already gone so far. There was no turning back. He had become your poison. You rested your brow against his, submissive to his ministrations.

“I can’t,” you softly replied.

Kichō kissed your jaw. “If you hug a man, sooner or later this will happen,” he breathed into your ear. His low tone sent shivers down your spine as he nibbled on your earlobe.

You wrapped your arms around him. “Kichō-san…”

He hooked a finger under your chin, and brought his lips to yours in a brief kiss. The sounds of the skirmish from earlier were long gone. There was no knowing what had happened to Kichō’s men or the Oda soldiers that had come to your rescue. You were alone with this beautiful man, tucked away in a warehouse full of books, losing your will to carnal desires. It felt much like a dream. You clung to his kimono looking down at the state of your disheveled dress.

“Nobunaga will not stop looking for me. Mitsuhide will pursue me to the ends of the earth on his orders.”

He took your hand in his, spreading your fingers flat against his own. The strength in them felt reassuring. You wanted to be held, to be loved, by those elegant fingers.

“Until then…”

You stopped just barely from his lips once more. You could feel the fluttering in your stomach igniting a new passion. In a heated whisper, you gave him your answer.

“Make me yours.”

[a-very-bored-blogger]

im rlly bored and i just wanna do some stuff so I'M OPENING REQUESTS:

Here are the rules:

I'm very uncomfortable with my writing skills so mostly these are match - ups and headcanons only.

I do not do NSFW, Omega-Alphas, mermaid AUs (cause I'm honestly very unfamiliar with the concept)

(list may be updated in the future)

Other than that, here are the fandoms I'm open to doing:

Hetalia, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Attack on Titan, B99, 7 Deadly Sins, Genshin Impact, Avengers, Bungou Stray Dogs, Valorant and Eddsworld

I DON'T DO ANY SHIPS EXCEPT FOR X READERS)

asks can be like for example: 'what kind of music does the marleyan warriors listen to' or smth else like 'takeda shingen x male samurai reader' or something like 'what will the b99 gang be like playing dnd?'

It can be any pronouns and like any AUs except for the ones listed above. Other than that, go wild with your imagination!

[ikesenlemonadestandstories]

Level 33

This chapter took way longer for me to write than I anticipated but it was so much fun and really picked up steam at the end! It’s starting to get really fun fam! 

Master List

Tagging: @loudartanimeeclipse, @ihavenotfallenyet

Warnings: Casually crude langage

Level 33

Excitement washed over you as you put your controller away and turned your TV off. You were told to eat a fun snack. Since you had eaten all of your left-overs for dinner and your chips were wiped out well into the tournament, it was time to go to the store. Without a second thought, you slipped into some comfortable footwear, grabbed your keys and wallet, and headed out to hit up the local convenience store.

As predicted, it was just late enough that there weren’t hoards of people lined up inside the little store waiting for a quick and cheap ready-made dinner for the evening. You walked right in and headed straight for the snack aisle, quietly looking over all the options. After picking out your favorite candy and the least offensive flavor of gourmet chips, you grabbed a bottle of tea and walked up to the check-out counter.

“I see your terrible taste in chips hasn’t changed.” You recognized the cashier from your last potato chip adventure and laughed.

“Why is it that every time I make poor snack decisions, you’re here to give me grief?” You snickered as you put your items on the counter.

“Just doing my job. It’d be a crime if I let people go around making bad snack decisions all day.” The one-eyed brunette jokes.

“Alright then, you’ve piqued my interest.” You gestured towards the snack aisles. “What does a good snack adventure look like?”

“Depends on the situation, lass.” The young man leaned over the counter, and you got a glimpse of his name-tag, Masamune, was it?

“I didn’t realize that mattered.” You quirked an eyebrow up at him, wondering where this was going to go.

“Of course it matters!” Masamune took mock offense and slid out from behind the counter. “So tell me, what’s the occasion?”

“Celebratory; won a tournament.” You conceded, following him back to the snack aisle.

“Oh? Didn’t take you for the sporty type.” He teased

“For the record, I play a sport, emphasis on the singularity there but still. A sport is a sport,” You answered, giving him your best side-eye in the process. “Second, I need to know what gave you that impression. Third, it was a video game tournament.”

“Lass, I’ve seen you run into the bike rack outside the shop seven times. You’re either not sporty, or you’re not very observant.” Masamune finished his thought by grabbing a bag of chips off the shelf.

“Should I be concerned that you’re watching me that closely?” You wondered out loud.

“Nah, I watch everyone who walks by or comes in.” Masamune shrugged, “Free entertainment.”

“Fair.” You replied. Following him through the aisles as he put back the snacks you picked out earlier and meticulously scanned each shelf for a new set of treats.

To say you were skeptical was an understatement. The mixture of treats coupled with the oversized Slurpee who’s flavor had long been obscured by the multitude of syrup added to the cup was the furthest thing away from anything you’d pick out for yourself. You didn’t even bother to hide the question in your gaze as you followed him back to the counter.

“Don’t look so horrified; you’re in the presence of a culinary master.” Masamune wiggled his eyebrows and walked you to one of the open tables in the back. “Here.”

“Thanks, what do I owe you?” You asked, plopping down in the chair he had pulled out for you.

“Not a thing, Lass. It’s on the house.” Then he winked, er, blinked (?), and walked back behind his register.

With your evening snack now finished, you found yourself oddly satisfied and surprised. Maybe he was some sort of odd culinary wizard working part-time at the local convenience store. A smile on your face, you traveled towards the counter to thank him.

“Enjoy yourself?” Masamune teased as he leaned on his elbows.

“I did.” You teased as you finished the last few sips of your drink. “I may require your expertise another time.”

“Wonderful! Another satisfied customer.” His smile was bright as he continued. “So tell me, Lass, what game did you win?”

“Technically, I beat the game ages ago, but the tournament was hosted in the online portion of Endless Isle.”

“Ohhh! Nice! I play that game! We should do some multiplayer or something sometime.” Masamune exclaimed excitedly.

“Oh yeah? That could be fun.” You needed some more friends in-game. “Here, give me some paper, and I’ll write down my handle so you can add me later.”

Without wasting any time, Masamune pulled a piece of receipt paper and grabbed a pen. He was offering them both to you with a smile, one that faltered for a moment before his face contorted, and he let out a strangled laugh.

“What the hell? My username isn’t that weird!” Your face burned bright red as your mind began to race.

“I’m not going to be able to add you, Lass.” Masamune managed between breaths.

“Why not?” You puzzled as he began scribbling on the same piece of paper.

“You’re going to have to unblock me first.” His laughter never faltered as he held up his username ‘OneEyedDrag0n.’

“No way.” You balked before you matched his laughter. “Who would have thought the ax-wielding maniac worked at the local convenience store!”

“It’s part of my cover. I have to remain unassuming Lass.” Masamune smirked as you laughed harder.

“Oh, my gods. For the love of-” You shook your head, but the smile never left your face.

“Does this mean I’m unblocked?” Masamune asked.

“Yes,” You sighed. “On one condition.”

“Oho? What might that be?” Intrigued, Masamune humored you.

“I’m going to need you to be my personal snack picker-outer.” You beamed.

“How did you know?” Masamune threw a hand to his chest. “That’s my dream title. I’ll happily oblige!”

“Oh, don’t be an ass.” You barked out a laugh, before wishing him a good night and heading out of the store.

Waiting until she was no longer in view of the store, Masamune picked up his cell phone and made a phone call. Ieyasu didn’t answer, which was about what he had expected, so he left a voicemail.

“Yo, I just met your little online buddy. Did you know she’s your IRL crush? Can I be your wingman? I think I should be your wingman.”

[deltawrites]

Warmth: Prologue (1/3)

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Disclaimers: Besides the prologues, I will be posting the first 1000 or so words of every new/next chapter.  There will be a link to my AO3 at the end of the post, where the full chapters are at!

Warnings: none. (if there is something present in my writing that you would like tagged, please let me know!)

Masterlist: (coming soon)

Most people begin their lives as infants, screaming and flailing about in their first moments fresh out of the womb.

That was not the case for you.

Your life began when you opened your eyes and found yourself suddenly conscious. You were no infant, no toddler. You were as you are now, you, plain and simple.

You remember feeling what you now know as warmth enveloping your body, internally and externally. It was pleasant, and the sensation beheld a sort of indiscriminate love and care for your being. It makes you wonder who was it that gave life to you at that particular moment and why.

Blinking up at the world for the first time, you saw the sky. It beheld a perfect shade of rich blue, with a lone cloud slowly making its way across its vastness. You remember wanting to reach out to it. Your immature mind thinking that if you did you would feel its perceived softness.

As you began to lift your arm, you feel pain for the first time. It was an excruciating pain that permeated your entire body. No amount of scraped knees or nicked fingers could ever amount to the first pain you ever felt.

Next, you heard your first sound. Hissing. It was such a powerful hiss that it rattled your very body and brought about your first emotion, fear. Your eyes frantically scanned across the sky, trying to find where the source of your fear was. A disturbing tingle dragged across your body, going up higher and higher until your neck was completely locked in its clutches. It squeezed and squeezed and you found your once clear vision beginning to blur until blue turned into black.

When you woke up the next time and were suddenly able to move about fully, you found not a single mark on your body. Even now, you wonder if maybe what you thought to be your first memory was actually a nightmare.

You were by no means good at walking, at first. After tripping over your own feet and swaying back and forth for some time you were able to take wobbly, but certain footsteps. You found your first semblance of home within nature. Trees, patches of grass, exposed dirt, even a small but rigorously flowing river were amongst the first things you ever interacted with. You were like an excitable child. Stumbling from tree to tree, touching, smelling, examining each and every single one that grazed your immediate and peripheral vision.

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The aggressive ringing of your phone's alarm pulled you from your reminiscing thoughts. When you look up and see sunlight peeking through the edges of the fusuma doors, you realize that it's now morning. You had spent the entire night thinking and replaying the beginnings of your life for yet another time. Yet even without a wink of sleep, you were brimming with energy. For whatever reason, being a god meant not having to sleep as mortals had to.

Yes, you are a god. That is the conclusion you have determined through your nearly 300 years of life. Even if your inarguable immortality and powers were the cause of something else entirely, you had yet to hear about it.

To be exact, you are a god of healing. How you discovered your powers is a sad tale. During your tree exploring frenzy you had stumbled upon mortals for the first time. They were an elderly couple, withered but not at all bothered by their age. Thinking you to be abandoned and lost, they had taken you in under their care without a second thought. They had raised you as if you were their own child: clothing you, feeding you, instilling in you the values they have cultivated in their already long and fruitful lives.

In the year 1720, an illness had suddenly swept over the small village your family resided in. The elderly man who became your father had the unfortunate luck of catching it. For days you had to witness the once healthy man you had come to know be confined to his bed. He struggled to get through the nights coughing his lungs out and fluctuating from hot to cold. You had not experienced loss before, so to one day hear your father tell you that he has lived a satisfactory life and took pride in raising you in his last years, struck within you your first instance of sadness.

That night, as he had his most violent fit yet, you had quietly entered his room. His wife, your mother, had been sleeping in your room since he became infected. Sleep never came easy to her during these trying times, but this night you had done your best to put her to bed and ensure she got the rest she desperately needed.

As you knelt before your ill father, you recalled the warmth you first felt before the pain. The unmistakable feeling of fondness and protection that enveloped your body in its entirety. As you placed your hand atop your father's chest you merely thought that, if you were able, you would bestow upon him that same warmth you felt in place of all the pain that consumed his body.

And bestow you did, as a shine of light had suddenly sprung forth from the palm you had placed upon his chest. It was only for a brief moment, as you had yanked your hand back in shock. But that moment was just enough to stop his coughing and revert his sickly colored skin back into the healthy peachy tones they were before. He slept like a baby for the rest of the night.

He woke up the next morning not only without his recent life-threatening ailment, but without the ache in his joints and fingers he developed from his previous life as a rice farmer. Your mother, previously consumed with sadness, had perked up at the recuperation of her beloved husband. You and your family cried together with joy over the wonderful turn of events.

You kept what had happened that night to yourself, but that didn't stop you from healing the other villagers. For the next few nights, you snuck out and into the homes of the other infected. You did as you did before, recalled that same warmth you awakened with and light poured forth from your palm. Those beneath you slept soundly the rest of the night. Once morning came, they found themselves in better condition than they ever were.

As the villagers and even your own family contemplated their abrupt recovery, that is when you hear the word for the first time.

"It was a goddess. A goddess came and banished our sicknesses away."

Your family had been saved by your hands. The families within the village were healed by your hands. How could you not think of yourself as some blessed being? How could you not think of yourself as special, especially after the villagers threw a big festival as thanks to the unknown goddess that saved them from tragedy?

In your high, you failed to take notice of the dark snake setting its sights on your beloved parents.

The winter of that same year was a harsh one. You and your family were stuck inside your home most of the days due to the heavy snow. It was your first time seeing such a marvel. To see the green and luscious forest you were first awoken in, turn barren and coated in a heavy blanket of cold, powdery white was magical. You quickly found yourself despising the winter not only for the coldness that bit across your skin, but mainly due to your father deciding to fool around and shove a hefty amount of snow down your kimono.

Winter nights meant you all shared a room together; Your futons placed right next to one another in an attempt to generate as much warmth as you all could during the chilly nights. You didn't need to sleep, but you enjoyed the feeling of floating and stillness it gave you. While you lied in a state of deep unconsciousness, the dark snake that had been lingering and eyeing your parents slithered under the covers.

You were usually the last to wake up in the household. Your mother would have to really shake your body in order to pull you out of the depth of your blank dreams. When you woke up that morning you found yourself to be the first to be awake this time. Your parents were sound asleep and you, unknowing, left them to do some morning chores with the intention to impress them.

After making breakfast (that possibly wasn't the best, but you were still proud to not have burned anything) you went to go wake them up. At first, you thought they were pulling a joke on you. When you went to wake your mother, that was when you noticed something was off. Her hand was freezing cold despite being tucked under her heavy covers. You shook them, eventually screaming and crying out for them to open their eyes for who knows how long.

Your mother had taught you that if you ever needed help, to head to the village. Everyone knew and trusted each other, including yourself. You obediently obeyed her words, not knowing that there was nothing they, nor you, could do to revive a dead body.

Your morning routine is simple. At 8 a.m you get up from your futon and slide open all the shoji doors to let in the fresh morning air. You folded up your futon just as your mother taught you to (and scolded you for forgetting to do so nearly every morning). You didn't eat anymore, so breakfast was stripped from your routine. You found yourself filling in the time your parents would normally spend having breakfast with cleaning up the yard of any stray leaves. By the time you were all washed up and changed out of your pajamas, you headed straight for work.

You were inconsolable after your parents' death. The villagers, who had taken a liking to you and close to them, would often come to check up on you and help keep the house in order as you grieved. They did whatever they thought would help you perk up and return to your normal self. One of the women had even offered that you marry one of her brothers, who was in the market for a wife, and settle down to get your mind off of the pain.

It was an innocent offer, and she only had the best intentions for you. For some reason though, it made you snap. Something about the word "marriage" brought upon you an immense rage that you still, to this day, have no clue where it stems from. Your parents had made a few comments pertaining to the concept of marriage in regards to you. Even as they explained what it was , it was still a hard idea to wrap your head around.

You began to scream at her, pounding your fist against the tatami as you cursed her for suggesting such a thing. How marriage was the last thing on your mind and that you wouldn't date her brother if he was the last man on earth. Such words were never taught to you, yet you spoke them as if you had spoken them before. She all but scrambled out of your home, nearly tripping over her own two feet to get away from you. You were sure that what she saw was no longer an innocent girl, but an enraged boar readying its tusks to strike.

Once you snapped out of your rage, you just started to run. No shoes, and in only your nightwear. You were starting to suffocate in your own home. Their scents, their belongings, everything that reminded you of them was in that house and you wanted to get away from it. You wanted to just go somewhere else that wasn't touched or carried any semblance of them. You ran, through the day and night, until you found yourself standing before the ocean.

It took you 50 years to find your way back.

A buzz came from your back pocket as you slipped on your shoes. You pull out your phone and check your notifications. It was a message from your one and only co-worker.

'u coming in today?'

You text back that you were, in fact, on your way.

'cool! C u soon!'

Once your shoes are tied and your phone properly stuffed in your bag, you head out to work. Your job was simple, a mere aid to an elderly seamstress. Your mother had taught you some basics in sewing that you picked up pretty quickly, enjoyed it even.

After you found your way back home you realized that you were surrounded by new people. The children of the children of those who you once knew before had taken their place, but they no longer knew of you. Your home, seemingly abandoned and in disarray, was thankfully still standing.

50 years of trying to find your way back home didn't prepare you to integrate back into a new society and community. Things were different, but there were still some unchanged aspects of life from the time you were originally raised in. Your father once told you that it's important to make good first impressions, so you did just that. You went down to the village and introduced yourself to the new roster of residents. You eventually went about life as you did when your parents were alive, minus eating and sleeping. You would live a decade or so in the village before taking off as you did the first time, running until you reached the ocean and returning after 50 years. The only difference from the first time was that you had asked the villagers to upkeep your home while you were gone. It made coming back a bit easier, as you didn't have to go through the grueling process of restoring the property back to livable conditions and only worried about adding a few changes here and there that came about with the progression of technology.

Truly, the villagers were nothing but kind souls no matter the change in residents. As kind as they were, you took care to not grow too close to them. Even now, 3 centuries later, the pain of your parents' death still stung. This wasn't only to protect you from ever feeling that level of pain again, but your apparent immortality was something you thought better to keep a secret to allow for your 50-year marathon to continue on without suspicion. You'd rather be considered the new girl every 5 decades than draw attention towards yourself. In exchange for your detachment, you try to be what the original set of villagers unknowingly thought of you back when the plague hit. A goddess who would cast away their ailment in their hour of need.

After 15 minutes of walking, you find yourself in front of your workplace. The town has expanded little by little over the years, but still remained on the small and rural side. The nearest city was about half an hour away, but you wouldn't trade the peaceful life of a small town for the heavily polluted air and bustle of the metropolis.

"Good morning." The store owner, Fuku, greeted you with a bow. You reciprocate her greeting before heading to the backroom to put away your bag.

Your day to day workload was assisting Fuku as she ran her shop. She specialized in creating traditional clothing as well as mendings and the occasional custom orders. Your co-worker, Yuki, is the daughter of a family friend of Fuku's. She helped Fuku get her shop set up online, taking care of processing the orders and maintaining the online store as well as the physical storefront. A small team, but the three of you manage just fine, especially yourself. Your lack of a need for food or sleep means you can put all your focus on sewing and your many, many years of experience and practice could perhaps rival Fuku's.

"Y'know, out of all the 3 years you've worked here, I don't think you've ever been late once," Yuki says, as she types away on her laptop in the backroom.

"It's called having a consistent sleep schedule and a simple morning routine," you quip back.

"You sound like an old lady."

You're tempted to say that technically, you were. Instead, you laugh at her playful jab and head back out to the storefront to help your boss open up the shop.

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"Are you sure it's alright to close up shop this early?" you ask your boss.

"Yes, as I've said the last few times you've asked. It's a Saturday. You two deserve to be out and about, enjoying yourselves. Especially you, young lady. All you do is work, work, and work!"

Before you could say another word, both Fuku and Yuki push you out of the shop and onto the street, slamming the door behind you. Yuki made sure to pull you away the next street over before you could even think about turning back.

"C'mon!" she links her arm with your own, "It's a slow day anyway. Besides, I'm dead set on seeing your house this time!"

You found yourself struggling to keep up with her pace, as she was practically skipping the whole way to your house. It wasn't that far from the village's main street and residential area, but it was enough that the concrete ground would dissipate into a well-worn stone path as you came closer to it.

Once your house comes into view, Yuki's quick pace comes to an abrupt halt. You nearly trip as you bump front first into her back.

"Wow," is all she manages to gasp out. You look at your home in question. It was the same as it was when you left this morning. Not a single leaf littering the roof or ground. You were about to ask what was wrong when she speaks up. "It's so old, but a good kind of old. What's the word?"

"Retro?"

She snaps her finger, "Yeah, that! It's retro! I'm curious about what's inside. Hopefully nothing too embarrassing, huh?"

She wiggles her eyebrows at you, expecting you to roll your eyes or even blush like you had been prematurely caught red-handed. All she got in return was a tilt of the head and a questioning look from you.

You really are a strange one.

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Yuki decided to stay the night. You had no issues with it, as you always had an extra futon just for this sort of situation (that wasn't as serious as you were making it out to be). The problem came later in the evening. At this time time of night, Fuku, Yuki, and yourself would be cleaning up and getting ready to close the shop. Yuki decided to head to town to grab a few ingredients to make dinner for you two while also seeing Fuku one last time for the day.

When she returned to your house and told you Fuku had fainted, you had an inkling on what it might have been. Calm and collected, you and your co-worker headed to the store and helped take Fuku to her home, right above the shop.

"Really, I'm fine. This isn't the first time my back gave out and I tipped over," the elder woman tries to wave of your concerns.

"You hit your head pretty badly," you explained to her. "If Yuki hadn't found you, you could have ended up much worse."

At your comment of an even worse fate, your serpent guest inches closer towards your boss. You spare it a quick glare and it quickly back off. From an outside perspective, it must have looked like you were mad at the floor.

The black snake lingering in the room the very same one that took your parents' life as well as many more after. In your panic to awaken your already dead parents, before seeking out the help of the villagers, it had made itself known to you. No doubt to mock you; Perhaps it even wanted to revel in the presence of its latest victims.

Your father and mother always said to take caution around snakes, as they were deadly and could cause you some serious damage if you encounter the wrong one. Your father had even taken it upon himself to show you the proper way to kill one should you ever find yourself in a pinch.

An axe straight for the head, so they can't strike back at you.

You remember giving chase to the black snake. Kitchen knife in hand and dead set on chopping off its scaly head. This was no normal snake. No snake could outrun the quick strides you were making. The snake your father had trapped and demonstrated with you didn't evaporate once he lobbed its head off. It certainly didn't revive and come back after a few days, staring intently at you with slitted eyes to convey to you that it was only getting started.

The snake was your obstacle. A bringer of death, looming ever close to you, a bringer of life. It used you to search for its victims The moment you let your guard down, it would sink its fangs into mortal flesh and bestow upon them a dark end to their life. For every person you managed to save from its jaws, the snake would merely seek out another target and your battle would begin anew.

No matter how many times it would try to make a move on its next victim, you would make sure to keep the serpent at bay for however long you can. Death was an unavoidable aspect of life. Sooner or later people, would die, with or without your fateful enemy there to accelerate it or you to expel whatever ailment they had. However, it would have been far less painful to watch your parents fade out of this world naturally than to wake up as you did that day thinking nothing was wrong. If they had just died naturally, you would have had the chance to properly say goodbye.

Even if you couldn't keep death away forever, you would at least try to give people the chance to properly part with their loved ones.

Yuki and you stayed with Fuku until she fell asleep, closing up the shop in her place. Your co-worker, shaking like a leaf in the wind, struggled to light up her cigarette once the two of you stand outside again. You would normally scold her for her bad habit but decided to let it slide for just this once and held her lighter for her.

She inhaled, then exhaled a large cloud of smoke before saying, "This is the third time her hip gave out in a month. A month dammit!" She takes another hit. "What if I didn't stop by? She would have lied there the entire night and bled to death. If not she would have froze to death."

"I know it's tempting to think of the worse case scenarios but that won't change the fact you found her when you did."

She doesn't seem satisfied with your comment, flicking aside ashes on the ground and taking another deep drag of her cigarette.

"What if I don't find her early next time? We don't even have a doctor here, just a damn herbalist!"

"She's going to be fine," you tell her.

"But what if-"

"Yuki," you were now facing her straight on, your gaze boring into her certain. "She's going to be fine."

Your words get her to relax a bit, but she was still clearly stressed out of her mind. You don't blame her. If you were in her shoes you'd probably be smoking too. Speaking of cigarettes, she had dropped hers on the ground and stomped the embers out. "I think I'm going to go home. I'm just…" she makes a vague gesture with her hands.

You nod in understanding. "I'll bring your bag to work tomorrow."

She thanks you before turning away and walking home. You wait until she's no longer in sight before turning your vision back to the shop. As if on cue, the black snake suddenly reveals itself from the shadows and slithers its way towards you. You both have a stand-off under the moonlight. No words were spoken between either of you. Not that it could say a word if it wanted to. Yet, as silent as it was, you could almost hear exactly what it was thinking.

It's either Fuku or Yuki.

Like hell it is!

You were the first to crack, lunging at him like you've done many times. The snake was now in the clutches of your hands, jaw pried open by your index and thumb and fangs exposed to the cold air of the evening. It thrashed and hissed, desperately trying to escape your grasp.

Most people didn't know that you always carried a handaxe with you in your bag. It wasn't for protection; your town is as safe as can be. The purpose of the weapon was for chopping up the ophidian in your hands. Beheading it would cause it to evaporate into a puff of black dust.  Each time you killed it and healed its intended target, it would find itself unable to go near them for some time once it returns. It was a temporary solution, but the most efficient so far in keeping it at bay.

It's wiggling and hissing grew more intense and frantic as you finally reach and begin to rummage around the small toolbox on the side of your house. You were pressing its head against the wall, skin stinging due to its elongated body repeatedly slapping against your arm. It gets in a good slap across your face.

You would be sure to chop it up real nicely this time.

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Once your axe was properly cleaned and stored away, you changed into a new set of clothes. It was currently 3 in the morning, snake chopping session lasting longer than you had hoped for. The night was chilly, and even after 300 years you still hated the cold. As you step back out into the night with a jacket zipped up to your mouth, you could still feel the freezing air nip at your skin.

Yuki leaving her bag at your home was a bit of a godsend (no pun intended). While you both had keys to the store, Yuki had keys to Fuku's small home on the second floor. It still felt dirty using the keys, but at least you wouldn't have to pick any locks and damage the mechanisms. You could effortlessly chop the head off of a snake, but couldn't pick a lock without feeling terrible about it afterwards.

You carefully tiptoed your way into Fuku's small but cozy home, pressing your feet against the wooden floorboards and testing them out for any loud creaks before fully sinking your weight into your step. Fuku was still in the same position as you left her, tucked under her futon with only her bandaged head sticking out. Blood had seeped through since you patched it up. You kneel down next to her and see that she was breathing deeply, an indication that she was lost in the realm of her dreams. You wondered for a moment what she could possibly be dreaming about. Perhaps reliving memories of her youth. From her occasional retellings' of her early 20's, she was quite the party animal. You found it hard to believe the sweet old lady you've gotten to know over the years was a wild child.

let's see if I can give you back a bit of your spunk.

You gently place a hand on top her head, right on her bandaged injury was and your palm quickly lights up. Your healing came more easily than it did the first time. You would have to stop for a long moment and really force yourself to bring forth the warmth within you. During your 50 years of traveling, you practiced your ability on animals. It made the journey much more tolerable, as the animals that you healed would grow attached to you and consider you a part of their unit. It sounds incredibly cheesy, but it's not every day you get smothered by an entire wolf pack or ride on the back of a fully grown black bear.

As you reminisce about your forest adventures, your healing had completed and the room was cast back into darkness. You watched Fuku's breathing again, still deep and steady. Seeing no negative changes, you carefully get up and head back home.

Next chapter

[thot-writes]

a new imagines+headcanon blog

hey all and welcome to my new sideblog for imagines and headcanons catered towards dominant readers! 

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what i will write (for serious subjects i will place a TW and under a cut);

NSFW

dub-con 

various kinks

triggering and/or upsetting topics (will have a trigger warning beforehand)

fluff, angst, some AUs 

what i won’t write;

submissive and/or bottom reader characters

your name variations such as [Y/N], etc. i will refer to you in vague terms, e.g. “she called your name”, “he looked deep into your glistening eyes”, etc.

non-con, illegal age gaps, blood-related incest (however step-incest is fine)

fandoms i’ll write for (list will expand);

bnha (up to date on anime, not caught up on manga)

haikyuu!!

otome games (ayakashi romance reborn, the ikemen series, most voltage titles, hakuouki)

ore monogatari!!

gakuen babysitters

fire emblem three houses

code vein

attack on titan

owari no seraph

demon slayer

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Drifting

[Takeda Shingen x Gender Neutral! Reader/MC]

Post Date: 21/10/2019

Disclaimer: ....? Do I actually need to put this in all the time? Shingen isn’t mine ^-^’’

Notes: Why do I keep writing stories like this? Eh. Oh well.

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1. Weightless.

That was all Shingen felt on a daily basis. 

Like a feather, he floated through the windy sky, unable to land for a lengthy period of time before the gentle breeze carried him to his next destination... Except the destinations were none other than the hundreds of women he had sweetly flirted with.

Like a feather, his words dripped with honey - a gentle caress to the ears to whomever he spoke to. He always had a gift with words; techniques developed over several years to win hearts over and over again.

And despite the hundreds of women that fell into his arms, his own heart was a guilt-laden block of lead. Those words were lies; heavy, scalding lies meant as a means of distracting him from the unrelenting pain buried, quite literally, deep within him.

2. Lost.

There was no other word to describe the other hidden emotion locked deep within his heart. 

He had no home to himself; his only territory lost to the Oda, a single person who seemingly own anything and everything. And like a feather, he wandered aimlessly, a trail of leaves falling behind him almost obligatorily. 

Shingen was a hopeless cause, and he had known it. Without his almost obligatory goal to defeat Nobunaga, Yukimura knew he would’ve ended his life in a single heartbeat. And gradually, he sunk deeper and deeper, until he was nothing short of the empty shell of a person he once was. And though his physical form drifted from city to city; town to town, his spirit remained tethered to the ground, unable to relieve himself of the haunting end to his life.

...Until you had oh-so-ungracefully crashed into him, hot pursuers tailing you as if caught in a malevolent sandstorm.

3. Home.

That’s what you were. A touch of warmth to his cold nights; a stroke of hope in the dark. You had promised to safeguard his heart, no matter how far he drifted from the comfort of your embrace. And slowly but steadily, his spiritual self found a new tether. The strained chains bound to the Earth had finally broken, fading to promises of a new beginning; a new way of life.

Like the red string of fate, the binds that now coiled his heart found its way to your own. 

You never asked for anything, though he felt he could give everything to you. Your touch returned him to the sky; silk ribbons that fleetingly graced his skin, undeserving of your affections. And if he could, he would pluck every fleeting star from the vastness; would sail to the ends of the Earth to keep you happy. And he knew he would return every time, day after day, hour after hour, to sink into the plush warmth dedicated to only him. 

After all, he would do anything for the angel that saved him from the despair of his own nightmares. And-

“Did you hear? They say the ‘Tiger of Kai’ stopped prowling.”

The rumours made you laugh, loud and clear, as if it were a sunny day amidst a rainy week. And he cherished it, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, drawing you impossibly closer to himself.

“You sing so sweetly, my darling.”

And he knew. For as long as he lived, you would be a warm wind that guided him along the path of recovery, embracing him as he wandered the darkest corners of his heart. And those technical words he had so often practised had finally found it’s meaning, it’s true desires, for the angelic figure seated beside him.

[war--lords]

He walks down the hallway with purpose. It is at least a couple hours past midnight and he just finished the last of his meetings for the day—they were stuffy and long and tedious, but necessary for the flourishing of Kasugayama as a whole. 

The old Uesugi Kenshin would complain about the lack of bloodshed that has to do with these meetings, but the current Kenshin has learned to appreciate peace, even if it brings the kind of work he had to do today. Because ultimately, peace means his beloved worries less for him.

How he misses you. He’s barely gotten any chance to see you today, something he regrets—only a kiss here and a whiff of the scent of your hair there—and all of a sudden he notices the chill in the winter air growing, like he needs you in his arms to get by. His footsteps hasten in the hallways. 

He needs to see you now.

He wonders what you’re doing—if you have as much work as he does. Did you wait up for him? He hopes not. He remembers telling you during one of the little stolen moments earlier today about how he’ll run late and how you should go to bed without him. He remembers the look you gave him as your mouth opens in a lovely “oh”, a little forlorn, but you fix it into a smile. The peck you deliver on his lips and the quiet “don’t stretch yourself too thin, okay?” before he seals your lips with a deeper kiss. 

Kenshin recognizes the slight excitement in his heartbeat as he reaches the sliding door to his quarters. It’s dark—you’re probably asleep. Making sure to be silent so as to not wake you up, he slides the door open, eager to see you.

The sight of you fills his heart to the brim, but this time more than ever, because you’re on the futon, deep asleep, his haori draped messily over and in front of you. He notices your hand clutching the fabric in front of your face, the slight parting of your lips, how your body seems to curl into itself under the blanket as a response to the cold night.

It’s clear that he’s not the only one missing his darling.

He quickly disrobes to change into something more comfortable just so he can join you posthaste, but as soon as he disrupts sheets in the slightest, he watches you stir, your eyes slowly blinking open to look into his heterochromatic irises. He takes this opportunity to gently pry the haori out of your grasp, only to wear it on his person.

“Kenshin...”

His lips curl into a smile, pleased to hear your sleep-ridden voice say his name.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” he responds, ushering the two of you under the covers as soon as he’s finished donning the haori.

And you’re most definitely embarrassed because he gets a glimpse of your reddened cheeks before you cover your face with both hands. A slight twinge in his heart—too cute—as Kenshin softly encloses his hands around both your wrists to slowly guide them away from your face. Soon he has a hand on your jaw, willing you to look him in the eye, and he can’t help the amused chuckle he lets out at how utterly guilty you look. Your eyebrows are scrunched up and you’re biting at your bottom lip, as if you were a child caught eating more candy than they’re allowed.

“I’m sorry, it’s just—I couldn’t fall asleep and I missed you,” you sputter, but immediately relax when he presses his lips against yours. It’s long, deep, and warm and addicting, and before long the two of you find yourself wrapped in each other’s arms, giving and taking open-mouthed kisses that staves off the cold weather almost entirely. You murmur his name in between (”Kenshin, Kenshin”) and it rocks him to his core like battles used to, except now it’s you he’s addicted to, so he brings you impossibly closer to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Mm,” he hums, kissing your throat before inhaling just under your ear, “I don’t blame you. I missed you too.” He smirks when you let out a quiet ah as he nips at your earlobe. “You shouldn’t be allowed to do something so adorable.”

“Even if it’s for you?” It’s at that moment you choose to run your fingers through his hair and he downright shivers. 

“Only for me. I don’t know what I’ll do if someone else happens upon you in that state.”

He kisses you again, tilting his head so as to get deeper while his hands begin to wander, and you get the feeling it will be awhile until the two of you actually fall asleep.

[imagineimaginethat]

Imagine a Snow Day with Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, and Masamune

Nobunaga 

You start the snowball fight. He is taken by surprise at first but quickly fires back.

He is absolutely merciless- his competitiveness is on full display, but you don’t back down. 

You finally concede when he he is throwing like three snowballs by the time you form just one. He had the beginnings of a fort, he was ready to go to snow war with you. 

Just as he is ready to claim you as his prize for winning the snowball fight you tackle him so you both go flying down a hill a of snow. 

By the time you reach the bottom you are both laughing and holding on to each other. Nobunaga never realized how much fun this would be. 

When you finally do go inside you both change out of your cold and wet clothes and have tea with some sweets. 

He cuddles you and tells you how he anticipates activities for every season with you for the rest of forever.

Hideyoshi

Hideyoshi wakes you up early in the morning and tells you there’s a surprise waiting for you outside. 

When you go outside you find a winter wonderland. The snow is still falling and Hideyoshi is smiling at your reaction to the snow. 

He momentarily worries when you drop into the snow and then begin waving your arms and legs around.

When you explain snow angels to him he sighs and makes a comment about how sick you could get and that you can’t be out for long in the snow. 

He still drops down next to you and makes his own “snow warrior”

You watch the snow fall for a little while longer together then go back inside to get some hot tea and spend time together as Hideyoshi gets some work done at his desk. 

You go out once more in the evening to see the snow fall in the night and he tells you how glad he is to see the first snow of the season with you.

Massamune 

When you asked Masamune if he wanted to go sledding in the snow, he immediately said yes

He found to tallest and steepest hill that would be able to safely sled down, he had never done this sort of thing on purpose

When you bring out the wide basket top you were using as your slay you envisioned taking turns

Masamune instead sits down in the makeshift slay, throwing you in his lap, before beginning to head down

This hill is a lot steeper than it looks and within seconds you’re both laughing and screaming

Masamune’s men were a little worried at first, but by the time they catch both of you, they realize what fun you’re having

They then go retrieve their own makshift slays and go sledding too

You all have a wonderful snow day

Masamune has everyone come inside for a nice delicious hot meal

Later on, you watch the hill you sled down get recovered in snow and plan to do it all again tomorrow.

[fandom-collective-writers]

Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Midnight Confession

Requested by: @shunichirosgirlfriend (either im typing these wrong or people change their names) 

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Nobunaga Oda

Genre: Romance, comedy (?)

Warnings: NSFW talk, but no action

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1671 words

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Other comments: I did a bit of research on the time period to add more details; please note that the warlord’s view of women is meant to semi reflect gender values at the time!

“And we didn’t stop until morning,” Masamune concludes before he raises his the ceramic sakazuki to his lips to take a sip of sake. Obviously, the story telling had made his throat dry, so he had to remedy himself by indulging in the alcohol.

          In fact, everyone had been relishing in the pleasures of liquor for a few hours. As the warlords became more and more drunk, they revealed more stories about how many kills they had made in the past month. You didn’t like the violent talks, so you direct the conversation elsewhere, but you never thought that it would end up at the topic of how they lost their virginity…

         “I didn’t think you could hold out for that long, Masamune,” Hideyoshi jokes as he pours himself more sake. “You’re still rather young, are you not? Who would have thought you had... experience to do that.”

         Masamune looks like he’s ready to throw the pillow to his right at Hideyoshi, but you doubt that his aim is good enough to hit him on the other side of the table. The warlord realizes this as well and releases his grip on the frayed edges of the pillow. “You’re one to talk, old man. How did you go then– have you even bedded a woman yet, actually?”

         Hideyoshi clears his throat as Mitsunari and Ieyasu laugh, blushing slightly from the alcohol. Even Nobunaga seems intrigued by this, but Hideyoshi waves his hand. “I refuse to reveal my techniques… and unlike you, I do not want to take away from that woman’s beauty. Telling you would spoil that memory.”

         Everyone whines, but you can’t help but appreciate his resolve to respect this woman. Your mind drifts to the time, and you wonder if you should let them know that it’s getting late. Before you have a chance to bring this up, Mitsuhide begins to pry at Nobunaga.

         “My Lord, would you tell us again about that minx you lured? Was it before or after you grew out of the name The Fool of Owari?” His eyes narrow as he looks at you, making you flush.

         All eyes are on Nobunaga, and he removes his arm from inside his tunic to reach for a konpeito. “I’ll need more of these and more alcohol if you expect me to share.”

         “Surely you’re not too shy to share because it was.. embarrassing?”

         Hideyoshi slaps Mitsuhide upside the head. “If our Lord does not wish to share, he doesn’t have to.”

         Nobunaga laughs at their dispute, so he raises a hand. “Fine, fine. Yes, I was young… to be honest, I don’t remember if I had turned sixteen yet, but I remember seeing one of the concubines leaving my father’s room in the middle of the night.”

         You didn’t think that Nobunaga would actually retell the story, so it catches you off guard. Shifting on the pillow, you lower your head, letting your hair obscure your face as you force yourself to listen.

         “I thought, why would such a pretty creature be leaving so early? Especially from my father. So I called her to my room and asked her. She told me that he had found a new toy, which made her sad – to think, a mistress feeling jealous?!”

         Ieyasu hiccups as his chin slips from his palm. “To think that women have feelings in general.” You shoot him a glare, and he realizes his mistake.

         Mitsunari takes Ieyasu’s cup away with a curt nod direct at you. “You’ve had enough. Watch your tongue from now on.”

         Nobunaga continues, ignoring the disruption. “So I offered her the chance to spend the night with me. She could barely keep her tongue out of my mouth after that!” He laughs at the memory, but you only boil with anger. You cannot control your fists as they tighten, your nails cutting into your flesh. It stings, and your muscles tense, so you stand up abruptly, leaving the room without permission.

         You run to the garden, only stopping to breathe once you’re surrounded by the beautiful flowers basking in the silver moonlight. Trailing your fingers over the petals, you try to erase everything you had heard to save your heart from hurting. Why does it bother you so much? He’s from a different time that has different societal expectations… and it’s not like you hadn’t participated in such activities either… but it still pained you to listen to him.

         Perhaps it is the notion that he would only see you as a chandelstine that gnawed at your insides… Or that he only toyed with you the same way he likely toyed with every other woman in his life. Just like his father who had kicked out the courtesan when he had found a better partner.

         This makes tears prickle in your eyes, so you raise your hands to wipe them away with the sleeves of your kimono.

         “(Y/n)?”

         You whip around, startled by the voice.

         Nobunaga stepped forward, the light illuminating his honey-colored eyes. A breath escapes from your lips, and you feel exposed, like a deer caught in front of a tiger.

         “Y-Yes, my Lord?”

         “Why did you leave?” His voice is soft, but firm. And yet, could he really not put the pieces together? Surely he was smart enough to have noticed you becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the conversation. He was a man built for war – he knew social cues and what to pay attention to. Or was he really clueless because you were a woman?

         “I needed some air, my Lord. I apologize if I have interrupted the evening.”

“So now you act formal with me?” Nobunaga strides across the stepping stones, standing in front of you within a few moments. “What happened to the fire in your spirit? Have you found your place?”

         You swallow hard. “I do not feel well. I would like to retire for tonight.”

         When you try to leave, Nobunaga catches your hand and pulls you back. You tug to get away, but he only tightens his grip. “Don’t forget that I own this hand. I can sense your discomfort from earlier. But I do not understand why.”

         “I don’t want to listen to you or the others talk about objectifying women!”

         “Is that all?”

         Biting your lip, you look up at him, his gaze deep and steadfast. He had left his intimidating aura inside, bringing his more vulnerable side to the garden.

         “Yes.”

         Nobunaga leans forward, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Don’t lie to me…” He entwines his fingers with yours as his other hand ventures inside your kimono and rests on the back of your thigh. “Is. That. All?”

         You explode. “No! I don’t want to listen to you with other women. Even if it happened a long time ago. I don’t like it. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

         His breath tickles your skin, and you realize what you’ve finally confessed. A curse falls from your lips, but you’re cut off. “Ah… I see… I told you that I would conquer you entirely…”

         “Don’t.”

         Nobunaga releases your leg, but lets his fingers run through your hair. “Finally you admit something that I’ve known for the past two months… something that I’ve felt as well for the same time.”

         You open your eyes and look at him. “What?”

         “I resorted to childish measures to see if you would react this way. I didn’t think it would work. But now that it has…” he curls his finger under your chin, tipping your head up, but you don’t move.

         “I don’t understand,” you admit, your brows furrowing. “You’re not just using me?”

         “Not in the slightest.”

         “Are you sure?”

         Nobunaga laughs, his lips brushing against your jawbone as he leans back. “If I would have admitted that I fell in love with you the second you rescued me… well that would be a weakness for me. And in these times, I cannot afford to put both of our lives on the line. But I have grown impatient. I needed to know… if you felt the same. This has confirmed it.”

         You feel your cheeks grow hot, and you want to slap the smirk off of Nobunaga’s face. “And the great warlord Nobunaga Oda could not bring himself to simply ask me?”

         “Would you have revealed the truth to me if you did?”

         “Good point…” you say. Your body relaxes, now that you realize why the evening had panned out as it did. You force yourself to look at him again, now that you’re flustered and shy.

         “Do I need to win your lips in a game of Go? Or will you allow me a kiss to prove to me fully that you indeed feel for me?”

         You can’t help but giggle at his language. He was acting like a child, but you found it sweet. He presented himself to you in the most delicate and vulnerable of ways, a silent way of telling you that he trusted you. Standing up on your tiptoes, you press your lips gently to his, melting into him as his arms wrap around you. Unlike before, his aura does not overwhelm you, but rather mingles with yours until you feel like a united force. Your heart wells with happiness – you no longer have to carry the burden of liking him in secret, but you also had the opportunity to share it with him.

         Nobunaga did not take advantage of the situation, but rather wished to respect you, as he had done before. His lips moved deftly, but tenderly. And when you break away, his thumb caresses your cheek.

         However, this version of Nobunaga that you fell in love with shatters the moment the two of your hear Masamune hooting from the doorway, celebrating that the two of you had finally confessed.

         Nobunaga cranes his head around and gives his vassal a nasty glare. “I will give you a reason to wear two eyepatches if you do not leave this instant.”

[nuttytani]

oO I’m glad you’re excited xDD, thank you for the encouragement @nad-zeta​ ! hope you enjoy~

Fandom: Ikesen

Pairing: mitsuhide x gn!reader 

Words: 380 ish

Warning: none

25. Come to bed 20. Will you carry me to bed? 13. Nose kisses- Mitsuhide

Scent of rich tea lingered in the air, crickets sung in harmony - calling for their mates. Perhaps the celestial body with its twinkling stars, blessed the two figures; in each other’s warmth with its ethereal glow.

Tonight, Mitsuhide had suggested to view the nightly beauty,  whilst sipping on tea with his little mouse. You of course, happily obliged. Spending time with him came rare, especially since the man was always on and off to places. Thus both of you sat out on the balcony of his manor.

His slender fingers weaved through your hair, that edged you close to slumber. You could only keep your eyes open for long, alas eyelashes quivered till your will finally gave up, they shut close. Savoring the heat that emitted through Mitsuhide’s form, ah and his smell~

‘mmmh- I want to stay like this forever’ you thought, while breathing in his fragrance.

Just then, you felt a low hum vibrate through your lover, a dull clink rang of the tea cup being placed on the tray.

Mitsuhide halted, from playing with your hair, earning a groan of disapproval from you. A deep chuckle escaped his lips, the man looked at your sleeping form, filled with endearment. The stray hair that poked your lids, were brushed away.

“Come to bed, my love.” His digits nudged at your jaw, Mitsuhide was met with another grumble.

“nngh- shway wih me.” Sleepily you said, hoping to stay longer in his warm arms, you shifted: snuggling closer.

“Never did I say, that I’d leave you? Come…my little mouse, I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold...” His fingers tipped your chin, a sweet kiss planted on your lips then nose.

Giggles escaped from you “that’s ticklish Mitsu.”  

Moving to nudge your nose with Mitsuhide’s, while you slung your arms around his neck, pulling ever so closely as foreheads touched

“Will you carry me to bed~?” You asked sheepishly, his amber eyes stared back at you with mischief.

“Ah ah~ I can read your mind ___, your wish is my command.” He chimed back, whilst pulling you up in a bridal carry and whispering sweet-nothings to your ears.

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