#HEY. I’m the ikemen of this troupe. know your place.

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I cannot explain to you why I find this Mankai Stage clip so funny

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Event: ‘Tis the season for smut challenge hosted by @voltage-vixen

Day 3: “Kiss me under the mistletoe”

Pairing: Luka x Alice | Ikemen Revolution

Content: NSFW (lemon), 18+, established relationship, teasing, fingering, intercrural sex.

Word count: 2.230

A/N: I got inspiration from the preview of Luka’s drama CD for this. I’m not happy with how the other Black Army members turned out, they may be a bit out of character, and I feel there’s not enough fluff in this, but Luka deserves more love so here it goes.

Alice takes a few deep breaths and feels her cheeks flush a darker shade of red under Seth’s mischievous smirk. His words still echoing in her mind, she looks back out the door to the training grounds and finds Luka almost immediately.

“Alice, don’t you think Luka deserves a reward for all his hard work?” He had said upon finding her under the door’s threshold. “Look where you are standing ☆” He pointed upwards, and the mistletoe and his words started swirling in her mind, leading her to her current state.

It’s not that they keep the fact that they are dating a secret from others, they are rather proud about it and never waste time complimenting the other in front of any members of the Black Army. PDA, however, was something they still were struggling with in their relationship. None of them was against it, but they didn’t know how to act naturally around each other when they had an audience. Alice being the only woman living with them, she couldn’t help but feel that being a bit more physical with Luka would be disrespectful. Luka had agreed with her, but for him, that wasn’t the whole truth. Anything other than a quick peck on the cheek seemed like a threat to him, afraid as he was of the others being even more aware of Alice’s incredibly sensual femininity. In all the time they had been together, he had only allowed himself to lower his guard whenever he drank a bit too much, and that usually meant everyone else was too busy having fun to pay attention to the lovebirds.

Alice continues looking out to the training grounds, observing Luka’s agile movements when he corrects some of his soldiers and shows them the right way to swing the sword, how to step and twist their bodies for efficiency. His hair flutters slightly around his face, and Alice can’t help but notice the way his trousers tighten against his muscles.

A whistle rings through the air, signalling it is time to take a break. Most of the soldiers walk about the grounds, slumping down in groups. Today is a special day since not all of the Chosen Thirteen and their troupes are practising together. Only Luka, Sirius and Ray’s men are gathered there for intensive training. The war over, they had decided to change their training strategies and have more individualised supervision. Luka is talking with Sirius and Ray when he spots Alice and his face comes to life, making the King and Queen of Spades turn to look at what he has found, even if they already knew it had to be Alice. He only showed those reactions with her.

“Looks like your sweetheart is coming here ☆ What will you do, Alice?” Seth hums cheerfully, smiling at her.

Alice feels a rush of adrenaline running through her, and isn’t sure anymore if she is not moving from her place under the mistletoe because of her resolve or because she is so nervous she cannot even move. Luka jogs to her.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” she replies in a weird voice, her throat betraying her. Luka furrows his brows noticing the weird way she is acting, how she is avoiding his gaze now, and the blush on her face makes him look at Seth behind her.

“What have you done?”

“Me? Oh, you hurt me, Luka. Why, of course, I haven’t done anything!” Seth moves his hands about him dramatically, swiping his hair back. “And neither has Alice ☆,” he says with a wink.

“What does he mean?” His voice sounds softer now that he is speaking to her.

Before Alice can find the resolve to answer, Sirius and Ray approach them.

“Are we in time for the show or have we already missed it?” Ray’s voice startles Luka, focused as he was on her. Upon hearing his words, Luka turns around and searches for an answer in Sirius’s face, who moves his head upwards.

Luka freezes when he sees both Alice and him are standing directly underneath the mistletoe. He then hears the chuckles of everyone except Alice, who is now looking at her feet, regretting having gathered that much attention.

“Oh, come on, Luka, don’t tell us you don’t know what you’re supposed to do under a mistletoe either.” Ray presses forward, teasing him further than he has ever done.

The youngest feels his jaw tensing and his shoulders squaring, ready to fight someone. When he comes back from his sudden rage, he sees Alice standing in front of him and immediately relaxes. However, she keeps avoiding making eye contact with him, which he finds strange. Usually, they always offer support to one another whenever someone teases them for being together, but he feels she isn’t there with him now.

Feeling embarrassed under so many eyes, Alice decides to start looking for the fastest way out of that situation. Instead of regretting her actions, she looks back up at Luka and takes a deep breath.

“Luka,” she calls his name, her voice now back to normal, “will you…kiss me under the mistletoe?”

The whistles that erupt around them don’t fully register in their minds, now lost in a world only for the both of them.

Luka sees longing and anticipation in her eyes, a desire that she usually only shows him in the privacy of his room. Seeing her making that expression out in the open for everyone to see ignites something in him. He reaches for her cheek and takes a step forward, their noses touching. His other hand now resting on her waist, he waits until she closes her eyes to press his lips to her.

That’s where Alice expected the kiss to end. Heck, that’s where all of them expected their kiss to end, but Luka moves the hand that was resting on her cheek to her waist, pulling her even closer to him, until she can feel his belt pressing onto her. A hand slides to her lower back then, gently gracing the upper part of her bottom. The sensation makes Alice open her mouth in surprise, but she catches herself in time to not gasp audibly. Luka takes the chance to kiss her hungrily, opening and closing his lips to enclose hers repeatedly, as if he is eating her. The movements of their lips slow down and they pull back.

“Well, our Luka is all grown up now,” Sirius says breaking the silence.

“Congratulations~☆!” Seth sings out.

Luka sees Alice’s quivering parted lips and takes her hand before anyone can say anything else.

“If you’ll excuse us.” He leads her inside the building, to what he hears shouts behind him.

“Don’t be late for training!” Ray warns.

When they enter Alice’s room, Luka corners her against the door, elbows to each side of her face.

"You knew what you were doing."

Alice trembles slightly, faced with the ferocious tone she has heard very few times coming from him.

"You did it on purpose," he continues, his eyebrows now furrowing, showing her the Luka she is used to. “Why?” The whisper tickles her ear. Luka nuzzles his nose in her neck and breathes her scent.

Alice tries to come up with an answer, a reason, an excuse, but all she can think of is the wetness that is pooling in her underwear.

“You’re also responsible for this,” she finally says under her breath. Luka moves back to look at her, demanding an explanation. “Well, you could’ve rejected me…” she looks down and Luka immediately pulls her chin up to look her in the eyes.

“How am I going to reject my girlfriend? The most beautiful woman on Earth?” Luka’s face is serious. Alice laughs lightly and places her hands on his chest.

“You should’ve seen the face you were making, waiting for me to kiss you.” She sees his eyes changing, going from sweet and gentle to becoming the cage to his desire. “I want to be the only one seeing this face, this side of you.” He kisses her ferociously and Alice feels like he could swallow her whole.

Their tongues intertwine and Luka’s right hand trails downward. He quickly breaks the kiss to bend slightly and pull up Alice’s skirt.

“I really want you right now.” It is a statement, but it also holds a question inside.

“Me too.”

His hand travels now up her right thigh and touches her over her already wet underwear.

“Was my kiss under the mistletoe that good?” He kisses her lips sloppily, not allowing her to answer. His fingers play with her clit deftly, earning a moan from her. He pulls her underwear aside but suddenly pulls his hand away, breaking the kiss. Alice sees him get a handkerchief out of his trousers and spit on it, rubbing his fingers.

“Gotta have clean hands to touch my princess.” Luka smiles and licks her open lips. Then he sucks two of his fingers and she finds the gesture intoxicating.

He puts the handkerchief away and sneaks a hand under her skirt, pulling on her underwear and tracing her slit. Alice lifts her leg to rest against his waist, allowing him better access, granting him all the permission he needs. Luka pokes her entrance and inserts one finger, slowly pumping it inside of her. He then inserts another, and when he’s deep inside he stills his hand. Alice continues kissing him, but after a few moments pass, his hand is still not moving. Her walls clench around his fingers, trying to prompt him into action. He continues kissing her like nothing, and Alice whimpers.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

She clenches again, and when he still doesn’t move, she clenches even harder.

“Do you want me to finger you?”

She nods, eyes pleading.

“But you were so unfair.” He smiles softly, and the contrast between his sweet tone and the lack of friction makes her heart jump. “I want to be unfair too,” he whispers against her neck and follows by pressing wet kisses until he reaches her blouse. Then, Luka uses his teeth to caress her skin over her clothes until he reaches her nipple, now poking from underneath her bralette and blouse. He gently traces it with his bare teeth before sinking his mouth and sucking. Alice moans and clenches around his still fingers, fists balled around his uniform. When he feels her hands trembling, her walls still tight around him, he pulls his mouth away from her body.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Luka pants. He scissors his fingers a couple of times and feels her walls relax enough to pull out. He repositions her underwear, lowers the leg that had been resting on his hip and grabs her waist.

“Turn around for me.”

"Luka, the condoms are in your room.” Alice turns to look at him, her palms resting on the door.

"What, you think I only know one way of making love to you?" Luka pulls her skirt up and thrusts her waist towards him, making her bend and expose her ass to him.

She hears frantic rustling and soon feels him pulling down her underwear, his hard cock sliding between her legs.

“You’re lucky, I cannot tease you anymore today.” He moves his hips, and his cock starts rubbing against her clit. She sneaks a hand down to press his cock further into her flesh, making the sensation more intense.

“Luka,” she moans his name, finally relaxing into his body now that she feels him thrusting with all the vigour she had been craving.

Luka swipes her hair to one side and presses several kisses to her neck, feeling her quick pulse.

“Can you hold yourself up?” Her head doesn’t move, so he lifts his hands from the door to better support her body. One goes to fondle her chest, the other to squeeze at her butt cheek. Alice starts squirming against him, her breath now irregular. Luka presses harder against her body, his pace so fast the sound of flesh against flesh is only overcome by the door vibrating in its hinges. Their minds fogged by the growing pleasure they feel, they moan loudly. There’s no space for worrying about being heard when their love is so important.

“Luka! Ah… ah, I…”

“I love you Alice,” Luka grunts through clenched teeth, his nostrils flaring.

“I lo-ove you, Luka!”

He finishes seconds before her, feeling his seed spilling against the palm of her hand while still thrusting is the final push that makes Alice reach her peak. He feels her tremble in his arms, her lips completely soaked still pressed against his cock make him lightly perceive the rhythmic clenching going on inside her.

Luka kisses her neck, ear and shoulder before slowly freeing her from his embrace.

“Maybe PDA isn’t so bad if it leads to this,” she says smirking back at him, stilling herself against the door, her breathing now returning to normal.

“Oh, don’t you dare, Alice.” He zips his trousers and grabs at her waist to turn her body towards him, gently hugging her. “I won’t always have to come back to training. Are you sure you want to take that risk?” His words make her imagine hours of teasing and lovemaking, and her core shakes.

“Meet me tonight after dinner?” She pleads, hoping Luka wasn’t planning on prioritizing his insane training schedule.

“Anything you ask, Alice.” He gives her the sweetest and lightest of pecks. “I’ll come later to get your clothes.” She looks at him confused.

“I messed them up, I should be the one cleaning them,” he says with a hand on the doorknob.

When he leaves, she feels the fabric of her blouse and skirt clinging to her where Luka has loved her. A content sigh leaves her lips.

A/N: I ended up editing a scene in favour of realism and security (once I thought of Luka’s hands after training I couldn’t unsee the dangers - washing your hands before sex is necessary, stay safe and healthy, everyone~)

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The Bae’st of All

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Kyubae the bae’st bae of all aka Kyubei

Prompt: Seeing how Kyubei is named after an alias that the real Mitsuhide Akechi used (Juubei) the chances of fans getting a Kyubei route from Cybird are slim. However, it is simply impossible not to fall for this man. He is too good. So here have my attempt at writing a route.

A/N: Longer chapter this month and no, that isn’t the reason why I’m not back on my weekly nonsense. 

The key of the previous chapter was (Romantic/Dramatic):

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Chapters:

1.1| 1.2 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 3.1 | 3.2 | 4.1

Avatar Challenge 1| 3.1 Gacha POV | 1st Letter

Keiji wore an impish smile as he smiled down at me, his eyes crinkling into half moons.

“Well? I know that Kyubei went back to work already.”

Shifting in my seat I wondered if Keiji had been watching me, as he flashed me another bright smile, a hand reaching out to me as he pulled me up.

“Come on, let’s go. Knowing Mitsuhide he really didn’t bother having you shown around properly so far, and knowing Kyubei he has been far too busy to take you out properly. Let me fix that!”

Excited Keiji bounded off, my hand tightly held in his as I flash a look of regret at the sweets and tea I had barely started on.

“Ah, Keiji!”

A friendly old man calls out to us, seated cross legged on the ground he has a drum in his lap, dressed in decorative robes as he waves us over.

“Old man!”

Keiji responds with a beaming grin, earning the look of similarly dressed people, some holding instruments, others in the middle of some warmup poses.

“Is that the new princess the castle town has been talking about? She is much prettier than our princess.”

The ‘old man’ gestures at me, letting go of a dry laugh at my blush. Somewhere in the back a girl dressed in brighter and bolder colours than the rest gives the man a playful push, a huff escaping her lips.

“I just need to dance like one, not look the part.”

Her answer earns her another round of taunts from the rest as they push and pull between their teases as I watch them with some envy.

(They’re all so comfortable with each other, like a bunch of childhood friends, or one big family.)

“They’re not much different from our antics, you know?”

Keiji’s words pull me out of my thoughts as I blink at him, wondering how he managed to read my thoughts so easily.

“Everyone wants to get to know the chatelaine better, but as long as she remains afraid there is little we can do.”

Keiji’s words struck me as I blink up at him, confusion settling over my expression as I wordlessly sounded my question.

“I don’t think Kyubei minds your company, but there is no need for you to actually study so hard. Nobunaga would be just as pleased to have you lean back and indulge in the luxuries provided.”

A bad feeling rises over me, clambering around my heart as I eye Keiji, trying to discern the true meaning of his words.

(I thought I was brought to the Akechi manor to teach me proper manners, but are they saying that I have been sheltered instead? That they were worried that I would be uncomfortable and hence let me stay outside of the castle?)

“Ah, no need to look guilty. No one thinks you are a burden, or a nuisance. We just want you to be comfortable, even Mitsuhide.”

Letting the words sink in I realise the consideration everyone has ever had for me. The presents that the warlords kept on sending me, their occasional visits, and the kindness in which Kyubei taught me despite his own work.

(They have been nothing but kind to me.)

“Hey, cheer up. There is no time to lament, dance!”

Keiji’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts once more as he leads me into a circle where the rest of the troupe is as well. When the old man hits the drum I realise that they are about to start their performance, expectant eyes from the crowd slowly coming to a stop as they eye me.

“I can’t dance!”

(I need to get out of here!)

“No!”

No matter the protests I’m already brought into the crowd before I know it, stringed along to dance with Keiji as the crowd cheers.

(This is actually kinda fun?)

The sound of music slowly takes away my embarrassment and before I know it I’m immersed into their music, enjoying my time here.

“Told ya, there is nothing much to fear, princess.”

Keiji smiles brightly at me afterwards, his cheeks slightly flushed from the exercise, but content.

“Next time I will play an instrument for you, old man!”

His energy seems endless as he continues to banter with the troupe, an instrument pushed into his hands as he plays a little tune each time. I realise that Keiji is familiar with all of the instruments introduced.

In awe I look upon him in amazement, not noticing the rough shoulder that pushes me to the side as the crowd disperses itself, a mean looking man stepping forward.

“What are you low-lives doing here?”

(Yikes, we got a bully there.)

The man and his friend surround the troupe, hands settled upon their swords as they glower down the group, aiming for the old man specifically.

“You are hinin, return to your rightful place outside of the castle-town.”

The man spoke sternly as he kicked out the drum from the old man’s hands. The troupe stilled, their expressions taut as they glower the man down.

“We are at the border of the castle-town. Surely we can play music here?”

The response of the old man is calm and unflinching, as if he has experienced this on a daily basis. It hurts to think that he might.

“Didn’t you hear me? You vile people should leave at once before we cut you up!”

The threat rings through the air as my eyes widen. Without another thought I rush in, spreading my arms out as I stand between them.

“H-hey now, there is no reason to treat people like that. They’re making an honest living, not?”

To this Keiji steps into view as well, slinging an arm around the man with the sword as he smiles gingerly.

“Listen to the lady, she is right, they aren’t bothering anyone, but you are bothering them, not?”

“Lord Keiji!”

The man’s lofty attitude instantly crumbles at the sight of Keiji as the other shrugs his shoulders.

“Wish you could keep that attitude up, scram off and don’t let me hear of this again.”

The words Keiji spoke are unlike the bright bubbly character that I have come to know so far. His expression now severe as he watched the men scramble off, clearly not ready for a confrontation with the real authority.

“You have guts, princess. I knew I didn’t misjudge you. After all, you saved Nobunaga.”

Keiji addresses me once more, his expression back to the bright and bubbly persona from earlier, though I can still see the traces of his earlier irritation.

“Now, you just have to reach out for that courage and I’m sure you'll fit right in with the rest of us.”

(Is he comforting me?)

Confused I turn my eyes to the rest of the troupe, the dancers and musicians looking dejected as they gather their things again.

“Thank you. You shouldn’t have to. You know how common it is for us to face such discrimination.”

The old man addresses the both of us as he slowly gets up from his place.

(Common? That is awful, why would they…)

“Common or not, it shouldn’t be tolerated. Not as long as Nobunaga rules here.”

Keiji’s tone is clipped as he says this, but his smile returns soon enough as he pats the old man on his shoulder.

“We shouldn’t punish you for losing your original home. Not when we are the cause of it.”

I’m still not quite following as I watch Keiji interact. It is only after that the troupe has left to return to their homes outside of the castle town that I dare to ask.

“What are hinin?”

Keiji eyes me with surprise as he grimaces ruefully at me, a hand reaching out to pet my head.

“Under which stone did you crawl from?”

His tone is teasing, though sad as he retreats his hand, a sigh escaping him. For once Keiji’s expression is serious, though more out of respect for the topic than true sadness or pity.

“You know that there are classes, right? Though Nobunaga has abolished them now. Hinin are outcasts, so to say. Foreigners from other lands that have followed warlords in the hopes for a better future.”

I turn to look at the retreating figures of the troupe with a new understanding of their situation.

(How awful. To be discriminated against like that because of the place of birth.)

“Nobunaga values his people by merit. It helps people like them to climb up in ranks, fortunately. It isn’t much now, but hopefully in the future we can all stand equal.”

Keiji’s voice sounds hopeful as he expresses himself and I as well feel my heart lurch up, nodding in enthusiasm back at him.

(I can’t say anything now. But it will be better in the future.)

With that said Keiji returns me to the Akechi manor, his demeanour once more slipping back into his cheery self as he grins at me.

“I hope to see you back in Azuchi soon, princess. Everyone is looking forward to befriending you.”

Though I find it hard to imagine I’m starting to see the sense of it all as I nod in response. Keiji’s eyes crinkling into mischievous slits as he leans over.

“However, I think you will make a certain foxling lonely if you left so soon, so be sure to visit him often?”

I blink a few times as I wonder who Keiji is referring to, earning a boisterous laugh from the male as he pulls away, leaving me at the gate.

“Say hi to the two of them. I will skip by again when I feel like it.”

Raising up a hand he waves himself off without ever turning back.