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ikeromantic · 2 years ago

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Jealousy Becomes Him

A Keiji Maeda story featuring OC Tomoyo, written as a (belated) Valentine's gift for @scruffymctee - in this spicy story Keiji has a bout of severe jelly-boy syndrome which resolves in the best (and spiciest) way possible. Approx. 2700 words.

Keiji wasn’tgoing to be caught by surprise this year. No sir. Last year Tomoyo had popped up with a box of handmade candies and a little painted card with a poem on it. And he’d been empty handed. Caught flat-footed by this ‘Valentine’ holiday. Not this time! This time, he had it all planned out.

Flowers, dinner, a special box of sweets and a new kind of tea . . . it would be perfect. As he left the tea shop, he caught sight of his princess a few stalls down. Tomoyo looked beautiful today. Her dark hair was caught up in a bun held with a jade comb that complimented her eyes and the brightly colored kimono she wore.

She hadn’t noticed him yet. She was leaning over a display, her focus intense. Keiji had it in mind to sneak up on her but just as he began to approach, someone stepped beside her and took her arm. Not just any someone. Tokugawa.

Tomoyo smiled up at Ieyasu and gestured for him to look as well. The two of them stood at the display for a few breaths and then Ieyasu said something that Kaiji could not hear. Tomoyo laughed and patted his arm. Then they walked on together.

Keiji felt a sick burning in his gut. A thick, bitter bile of jealousy. He could not imagine why his princess was out with that fluffy-headed sourpuss. Leaning on his arm. Laughing with him. Part of Keiji yearned to march over there and grab Ieyasu. Challenge him. But he knew his beloved Tomoyo would not appreciate that kind of machismo.

She was a woman with her own mind and she did not appreciate anyone making choices for her.

The smart thing to do would be to leave. And then talk with Tomoyo later. But Keiji wasn’t feeling smart right now. So he grabbed a straw hat and a plain haori from a clothing stall and slouched along behind them, following close enough to catch some of their conversation but far enough to be hard to notice.

“What about these?” Tomoyo gestured at something spread on the vendor’s table in front of her. Some sort of cloth? Keiji strained to make it out, but he was at a bad angle.

“It would look good on you.” Ieyasu reached forward, touching whatever it was.

“You think so?” She laughed. “I don’t think it’s my color.”

Ieyasu’s cheeks flushed. “Every color is your color.”

Tomoyo smiled widely. “That’s nice of you to say.” She glanced again at whatever it was and then tugged Ieyasu on.

Keiji stopped at the vendor table as they moved on. He squinted at the vendor. “What was that lady pointing at?”

“This, my lord.” He gestured at an inrō on his table. The wallet was worked silver and wood, shaped like some fantastic bird. The ojimi that fastened it was coral and carved to look like a flower. The bright salmon color of the flower-carved bead drew the eye and the workmanship on it was perfect.

“How much?”

After a brief few moments of haggling, Keiji purchased the wallet she liked and then scanned the market to locate them again. He noticed they were at a shop with a bunch of little accessories. Odds and ends, really. Clasps and ties, decorative beads, combs and pins for hair.

Ieyasu was bent down over the blanket, pointing out a few items. Tomoyo’s brow was creased in thought as she looked them over.

Keiji thought they were looking at some clothing pins with red agate beading and a carved and inlaid tsuba for a small sword. Was Ieyasu trying to buy her gifts today? He scowled. Of course Tomoyo deserved every good thing but . . . he wanted to be the one to give it to her. The one to see her smile of surprise and pleasure.

After a little discussion, the two of them moved away from the accessories stall and headed toward a nearby tea house. Keiji quickly sped over and purchased the red agate pins. They were very nice, he thought. The sort of thing he might wear with his brightly colored haori.

It was a little harder to stalk them at the teahouse. If he sat close enough to hear their conversation, Tomoyo might notice him. He settled for a spot where he could see them clearly, but he was too far away to make out their conversation. This made his afternoon so much worse.

Tomoyo and Ieyasu sat there drinking tea and ordering sweets for hours. Talking, laughing . . . Ieyasu even smiled once. And Keiji could not hear a word that was said. For all he knew, his lady love was pledging her heart to that - that dandelion headed, sour faced infant. It was only his years of acting and work as a spy that allowed him to stay seated and simply watch.

Under his annoyance and jealousy lurked fear and hurt. He loved Tomoyo more than life. She was smart and pretty, stubborn and idealistic. A woman he thought of as a partner and friend, one that held his heart. And he’d thought he held hers. Dark thoughts trickled through his mind as he sat there, stewing.

Ieyasu had money and titles. Keiji had nothing. Could he really blame Tomoyo for choosing more wisely? His emotions ran a wild track through his heart. He was so caught up in them that he almost didn’t notice when Tomoyo took a box from the tea shop owner and left with Ieyasu in tow.

Keiji pulled himself together enough to ask after what she bought. A box of bean paste dumplings, apparently. The dango she asked for were not one of her favorite foods, Keiji knew. He wondered darkly if they were Ieyasu’s favorites. He left the teashop in a funk, still trailing after his lady love.

It seemed her day out with Ieyasu was drawing to a close. They went to Ieyasu’s manor. Still chatting and talking as they went in and the door closed behind them. Across from the manor, in a narrow alley, Keiji stared at the closed door. His heart was pounding with jealous passion but he wasn’t sure what he ought to do.

He couldn’t just charge in. Such disrespect to an Oda alliance member, one with higher standing than him, would be disastrous. Keiji took a deep breath, steadying himself. It wouldn’t be that hard to sneak into the manor. He could figure out what room they were in and then listen from a window or even slip into the ceiling to spy from above.

The job turned out even easier than he expected. Ieyasu’s office was on the first floor, with a wide garden window. And that was where the two of them were. He was somewhat relieved to note it was not where Ieyasu slept. And there was no futon or cushioned couch for them to - to - he cut that thought off before it finished. From where he crouched, he couldn’t see them very well, but he could hear everything.

Tomoyo was giggling, while Ieyasu’s low voice scolded her.

“You really don’t take care of yourself,” the blonde griped.

“I do too!”

“Then why ask me about this? Didn’t you promise me -”

“I know, I know.” Tomoyo wasn’t giggling now. She sighed. “Look, I meant to but I got busy.”

“Busy like we were today?” Ieyasu’s voice was sharp and bitter.

Keiji wasn’t sure what they were talking about. What was this and why was Ieyasu so sour right now?

“Maybe? Don’t be so grouchy about it. There’s nothing wrong with spending the day shopping. Surely you had just a little fun?”

“Fine. Yes. Now don’t look at me like that. Just . . . undo your obi. Let’s get this over with.” Ieyasu sighed heavily.

There was a rustling of cloth and Tomoyo’s voice, breathless. “Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me yet. Just hold still. I’ll be quick so pay attention.”

Tomoyo gasped and Keiji’s heart sank even lower. “That’s so cold! Why is it always cold?”

“I could hold it in my hands to warm it up first,” Ieyasu grumbled.

Keiji strained to peek over the window sill. He had to see what was happening, but if he could see them, they would be able to see him. He just couldn’t manage. All he could do was listen.

“That would be nice of you.”

“Here. You warm it up then.”

More sounds of cloth rustling, wood creaking. Then another breathy gasp. “Ah! Much better when it’s warmer.”

“Whatever. Just stop wriggling.”

Tomoyo tsked. “I wasn’t wriggling! Anyway, thank you for this. It helps a lot.”

“Good.” Ieyasu paused. “You know . . . I really did enjoy today. With you.”

“I had fun too.”

Another sigh, this one just as heavy as the last. “We could have more days. Like this. The two of us.”

Tomoyo laughed softly. “Of course we can. We’re friends, right? We can hang out whenever you like.”

“Friends.” The way Ieyasu said it made it a barb.

“Yes. Friends. I care about you, Ieyasu. Very much. You are dear to me and I like spending time with you.” Tomoyo’s words next were faint, barely audible from where Keiji was eavesdropping. “You’re very sweet and for the right girl . . . Oh Ieyasu . . . you are going to make her so happy.”

Ieyasu took a short, pained breath. “I - I need to check on something.”

Keiji wanted to climb through the window and lift Tomoyo up and kiss her breathless. But he thought she might be a tad angry that he’d been spying on her. He slipped away, almost humming with happiness.

He felt giddy, almost as if he was drunk from hearing her confession. Silly for ever having doubted her. Foolish for being jealous of poor Ieyasu. And lucky. Damn lucky. A man like him did not deserve a woman like her, but she’d picked him anyway.

Tomoyo came home a little while later, looking pleased if tired. The moment she came through the castle gate, Keiji was on her. His big hands wrapped around her waist and he spun her in the air, before pulling her close for a hug.

She gave a squeal of surprise and then her arms were around his neck and her fingers tangled in his hair. She loved to tug it loose from his bun.

He kissed her, unrestrained and passionate. Her lips were soft as satin, playfully yielding to his hunger. Her teasing tongue pushed into his mouth. Keiji growled low in his throat, suddenly feeling more than just glad to see her. His hands slid slower, caressing her firm rear and the backs of her thighs.

Tomoyo broke the kiss with a gasp. “Keiji! What if someone sees us?”

“Then someone sees.” He kissed her again, delighted with the way her body responded to his touch. Eager, despite her protest. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her hands clutched at his shoulders. “Let’s take this to our room,” he said hoarsely, not entirely sure he could make it but certain he would die from wanting her if he didn’t.

She laughed, high and sweet and breathless. “What did I do to deserve such a welcome home?”

“You don’t need to do anything. I just love you.”

Tomoyo’s cheeks heated and she looked away, as if she could pretend to be demure when her thighs were gripping his hips as they were now.

“No need to be bashful, princess.” He nuzzled the sensitive spot on her neck, just below her left ear.

Keiji shut the door behind them with his foot, his hands were entirely too full of Tomoyo and there was no way he was letting her down. Not yet. He used his mouth to start untying her kimono, which made her laugh again.

“Are you so eager? You know this would be faster if you put me down?”

“Who says I want it to be faster?” He grinned. Then with sensual slowness, he tugged the tie loose and began placing kisses along her now-exposed collarbone. There was a smell there, something new. It was sharper than her usual perfume, and something about it reminded him of summer. He pressed his face closer, and used his tongue to taste her skin.

Tomoyo giggled. “What - what are you doing?”

“Mmmm trying out this new . . . flavor . . .” It was an oil, he decided. Something herbal. He traced the light application of it across her collarbone and flipped her around to kiss down the expanse of her back.

“K-Keiji! Th-that’s my lotion!” She wriggled deliciously in his arms.

He pressed close against her and nipped the lobe of her ear. “Tastes pretty good.”

She made a little pleased gasp of pleasure as he began to massage her shoulders and back with his large, calloused hands. Her kimono fell to her waist. “O-oh, that’s . . . mmmm . . . yes . . .”

He could see now where Ieyasu had applied this new ointment. “What is it for, princess?”

“Hm? What?” She blinked at him over her shoulder, lost in the feel of his hands on her.

“The lotion.”

Tomoyo smiled. “Supposed to help. With. The stiffness. From . . . spear . . . training.”

“You know, I could probably help you apply it. If you need some help to put it on your back.” He used his thumbs to gently work out the tension along her spine.

“Y-yeah. Ok.” She took a shivering breath as his hands moved to her lower back. Her hips were pushed back against his and all Keiji could think about was how much better this would be if both of them lost the rest of their clothes. She must have been thinking the same, because she undid her obi and the ties on her hakama, letting everything puddle to the floor at her feet.

It wasn’t the first time Keiji saw her naked. Nor the fifth or even the fifteenth. But every time he found himself in awe. She was gorgeous. The round swell of her hip, the little dimple on her right ass cheek, the turn of her thigh and calf . . . he wanted to kiss every bit. Caress and hold her. He ran a finger lightly down her side. “You’re beautiful.”

He could not keep his voice from cracking on the compliment. The raw passion he felt for her was more than a simple word could encompass. Keiji wanted to love her and to make love to her, to drown himself in everything that was her until Tomoyo was all he could taste and touch and see.

“When you look at me like that, I feel like I must be,” she said softly.

“I’ll have to do a better job of letting you know.” He placed a kiss on her low back and let his lips trail down lower. “If you only feel like that now . . . I must not show you enough.” Keiji gently turned her back over. His lips brushed the line of her pelvic bone.

She arched into his touch, her breathing thready and rapid. “Sh-show? Me?”

He wasn’t sure if it was a question or a request. To be fair though, he didn’t care. He wanted her so badly now that he almost shook with the need. Like an addict in sight of his fix, the answer in his grasp. At the tip of his tongue, both literally and figuratively.

Keiji forced himself to go slow. To savor the feel of her heat against his mouth, the satin of her thighs trapping his head between them. Holding him in place, her heels pushing him in and urging him on as if her throaty cries were not enough encouragement. His world shrunk to the music of her pleasure, his own heartbeat, the slick sweet taste of her.

Like music or poetry, there was a rhythm to this. An art. To read the instrument and audience of one, to know when and how to quicken the pace or slow it down. And when he’d teased enough.

Her legs tensed and her heels dug hard into his back. Tomoyo’s hips rocked forward, until he could not breathe for being bound in her. Not that he minded - this was how a man could die happy - besides which, the tension lasted only a moment before she found release. His name on her lips, her body quaking with pleasure.

Keiji could not suppress smug satisfaction at her undoing. “I hope that wasn’t too much, princess. Because I have a whole night planned.”

“Not . . . even . . . close,” she breathed. “It’s my turn next.”

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eventinelysplayground · 10 days ago

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It Never Happened

Kinktober Day 21: Begging | Sensation Play

Pairing: Ieyasu x Female Reader

Ok I finally got around to re-reading and doing minor edits to this one just this morning. Originally it was going to be with Ranmaru but then that took a turn and went somewhere else so I ended up writing this one just before it was originally supposed to be posted and just didn't get back to it in time for it's actual day. I haven't finished Ieyasu's route yet but I think I have a good grasp on him anyways. I may or may not write a prequel fic for this just so that I can go into more detail about what happened in the timeframe leading up this fic. You wake up still in Ieyasu's arms and he goes about convincing you to agree that last night never happened. NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 1360.

You lay naked on the futon desperately trying to ignore the almost painful throbbing between your legs as Ieyasu’s hand lazily fondled your breast in his sleep.

He needs the rest, he needs the rest.

You keep repeating those words to yourself over and over again like a mantra but then Ieyasu shifted slightly, his erection pressing into your back and you let out a frustrated sigh.

No, no I can handle this. He's been through enough lately and really needs to sleep.

The past few weeks had been hard on Ieyasu. So much was happening, a lot of it affecting his fears and insecurities. You knew he had barely been sleeping, you had intended to talk to him about it last night but then everything went sideways and he ended up blowing up at you then breaking down in your arms.

‘Please don't leave me.’

‘I wasn't-’

The kiss that cut you off was desperate.

‘You had said you'd stay with me so please.'

He cupped your cheek with his hands.

‘I'll beg you if I have to, I'll beg you every day so just stay with me…please’

‘Ieyasu.’

He had continued to beg you to stay all night long. Somewhere along the way in between the kisses and his pleas he'd striped you naked and laid you on the futon. All he did though was kiss over your newly bared skin while continuing to beg you not to leave him.

Of course you had never intended to but the stress of everything combined with his lack of sleep and your attempted kidnapping had been too much for him and he could no longer control his fears. You had held him, reassured him as long as he needed and finally in the very early hours of the morning he fell asleep as he held you incredibly tight.

When you finally woke up it was late morning and Ieyasu still held you to him though at some point you had rolled over and now faced away from him. You had tried to get up but as soon as you moved his grip around you tightened so much it was hard to breath so you relented for your own good. You were enjoying it at first but then at some point his hold loosened slightly and his hand began to roam your body. That was over an hour ago now and between last night's kisses, this morning's caresses and Ieyasu's obvious desire pressed against you you were so desperate and needy it surprised even you.

Ieyasu shifted again and you closed your eyes while pressing your thighs together.

He needs the rest, he needs the he needs to stop moving!

Ieyasu's hand had moved and was now caressing over your other breast and you screamed internally.

Another half hour passed before Ieyasu finally began to wake.

“Mmmm, your skin's so soft.”

You craned your neck and tilted your head so you could see him.

“Good morning Ieyasu, how are you feeling after last night?”

“What are you-”

At first Ieyasu just looked confused but as the fog of sleep lifted the memories of last night obviously came back to him. He frowned and let out a grumble.

“Nothing happened last night.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what I said, nothing happened.”

Ieyasu finally released you and you turned around to face him properly as he began to sit up and now that you could see him better you noticed he was turning bright red.

“Ieyasu, are you embarrassed about last night?”

Ieyasu’s blushing only intensified and you couldn't help but giggle.

“You don't need to be embarrassed, I actually thought you were kind of cute. Being all needy and beg- whoa!”

Ieyasu had moved, grabbing onto your shoulder and pushing you down on your back while he straddled you.

“Just forget it, all of it.”

“But the cuteness!”

You were smiling up at Ieyasu making him frown even more than he already was. He stared at you for a moment before letting out a dejected sigh.

“You're not going to forget are you?”

You shook your head knowing that if you tried to speak you'd just laugh again. You had expected Ieyasu to pout more, but instead his mouth shifted into a sly grin and he swiftly removed his clothes.

“I guess I have no choice then.”

Ieyasu pushed a knee between your legs then grabbed one of your thighs spreading your legs open wider. He lined your hips together then leaned over you, the tip of his cock pressing against your throbbing clit as he whispered huskily against your lips.

“I'll just have to make you beg for me.”

Ieyasu's lips brush against yours before he gently nibbles at your lower one. You part your lips and his tongue slips into your mouth twining with yours and you let out a muffled moan. With your lips occupied Ieyasu began moving his hips letting his tip slide over your wet folds and become slick from your arousal.

You muffle his name against his lips and he pulls back letting you catch your breath. Instead of returning his lips to yours they make their way to your neck. Slowly his lips and tongue make their way down to your collarbone where they stop and suck hard on your skin while his cock slips between your folds and your body tenses from the pleasure.

“Ieyasu please.”

His lips release your tender skin and you feel him smile against you.

“Did you really think saying it only once would be enough?”

His lips and tongue move lower down your body to your breasts where he begins sucking on one of your hard nipples and you arch into him.

“Please.”

He doesn't respond to you, just swirls his tongue around your captured nipple. You try to move your hips hoping to get some relief for the aching throbbing of your pussy but his hand grabs onto your hip and holds you still making you whimper. Your skin feels like it's on fire from how much he's been teasing him and you want him so badly.

“Nngh please.”

He releases your nipple kissing across your chest to take the other one in his mouth. As he begins to suck on it your head falls back and you cry out.

“Oh God Ieyasu, please!”

His lips leave your breast while his hips still and you whine, vainly trying to move your hips again to get the sensation back.

“Did you say something?”

“Yes! Ieyasu Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, I want you.”

“You want me? Want me for what?”

You know he's just playing with you now but you're past the point of caring. You'll play his little game if it means you'll finally get some relief.

“Please Ieyasu I want, no I need you to make love to me. I'm begging you, please just take me already!”

You see desire consume Ieyasu's eyes and he easily slides his already slick cock into your aching pussy and you immediately begin to moan. Each time he thrusts into you he goes deeper inside you and it isn't long before you start to feel your walls clenching around his cock.

He brings his lips to yours kissing you roughly and muffling your moans. Soon he's deeper inside you then he's been before and it sends you over the edge. You grip at the futon as your back arches and you let out a cry of pleasure into your kiss.

“Mmmm!”

Ieyasu growls and begins thrusting faster, clearly chasing after his own release. You let go of the futon bringing your hands up to twine in his soft hair while you continue to moan from the overwhelming pleasure. Ieyasu's lips leave yours and he buries his face in your neck before you feel his cum filling you up inside.

The two of you lay there panting, trying to catch your breaths when he lifts his head to look at you.

“You were right, you know. You looked so cute and adorable as you begged me to- ”

“Alright, alright! You made your point none of this or last night ever happened.”

Ieyasu chuckled before he softly kissed your pouting lips.

“Good.”

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lovedrunkheadcanons · 4 months ago

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(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on AO3

RATED M: WARNINGS: smut, blowjob, wife giving, husband receiving, arranged marriage, yada, yada, yada...

Before the Warring States and Tokugawa shogunate, archeologists estimated there were once 30,000 palaces and fortresses scattered throughout Japan. When Tokugawa Ieyasu’s power waned and the Meiji era rose to prominence, that figure dwindled to a gapping 200. And by the dawn of the 20th century, combined with the wake of World War II, and the quick, sudden death of the Japanese aristocracy, the loss of palatial infrastructure was so great that some palaces were either voluntarily dismantled or left for scrap.

The Cultural Property Preservation Law, thus upending the Kokuhō Hozon-hō of 1929, currently recognized 62 castle gates and 61 turrets across 27 estates as being Jūyō Bunkazai (重要文化財) or “Important Cultural Properties.” Of those 27 estates, seven “original” palaces held the designation, with five additional palaces bestowed the higher designation of “National Treasure.”

Like her seven proud sisters, Hirosaki Castle was one of the palaces designated an Important Cultural Property, and the most well-preserved castle in northern Japan. In the 400 years since her construction under the Tsugaru clan, she’d housed many a samurai and seen much of war. The beating heart of Hirosaki City, her plastered white walls, curved tiled roofs, and earthen ramparts had survived a devastating fire in 1627 from the likes of a lightning bolt striking the central tower, and was reduced from having a five level Tenshu to three come 1810. Her domain spanned across 124 acres and included a bailey containing five original yaguramon (tower gates), three towers, and a guardhouse, each with their own name and classification, which was now accessible to the public as a national park and museum. And, as with all major palaces, a large lake garden (originally moats) circumfretted the estate in Japanese maple and ginkgo and other local fauna.

None was this garden’s beauty more appreciated than in autumn, when late October favored the occasion for Hirosaki Castle’s Annual Chrysanthemum and Autumn Foliage Festival.

Hannah was ecstatic.

Their weekend trip to Hirosaki Castle would mark her very first festival. Satoru planned to take her during Obon - as its festivals were quite popular - but work got in the way and he’d been forced to depart on a last-minute mission, to his great reluctance. He figured it was time for a change in scenery, and the suffusion of chrysanthemums and flower decor was sure to suit Hannah’s fancy.

To his pure delight, she’d been buzzing in her seat the entire train ride. The journey from Tokyo to Hirosaki City took almost five hours by train, but granted onlookers the opportunity to capture Japan’s natural beauty. As a small gift, Satoru had bought Hannah a brand new Nikon camera, which she quickly put to use. Every few minutes or so, he’d sneak her snapping a picture of the passing autumnal mountainscape, tongue sticking out as she focused the lens, her hazel eyes wide and innocently transfixed. “Pretty,” he’d hear her whisper. The sight made his chest ease and his tummy flutter. This was what love felt like. Ugh, adorable.

The cute pink puffer jacket she wore and pom-pom hat shaped like a polar bear made her all the more adorable. The weather was forecasted to be quite cold. He had stuffed her mittens inside his coat pockets in case she needed them.

“Say cheese,” she sang, facing the camera towards him.

Satoru was in the middle of slurping a hot cocoa, he hadn’t had time to wipe his face before the Nikon went “click.”

Hannah couldn’t contain her giggle as she sat back down and showed him the result, gushing. Satoru leaned over her shoulder.

Yup, she got him good. The photo caught the Six Eyes wielder completely off guard, a blinking look of surprise marring his face, strewn with a mustache of whipped cream atop his upper lip. His oval sunglasses were sliding off his nose.

“Gotcha,” she gloated.

Satoru scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “You just got lucky,” and hurriedly swiped the cream off his lips.

Hannah beamed him a winning smile and giggled again, her freckled cheeks rosy as could be. She was really pretty when she smiled. It gave Satoru an idea.

“Hey, I got a better one for ya.” He dished out his phone and waved his finger. “C’mere.”

Hannah tilted her head, curious at what he was planning, but scooted on closer. Satoru took off his sunglasses and folded them in his lap. Protectively, she felt his arm drape over her shoulders, embracing her to him. Comfortable with their position, he then angled the phone in front of them and switched the camera to “selfie mode.” He sweetly rested his chin atop her head, smelling the lavender in her shampoo.

“Smile.”

Realizing now what he was up to, Hannah cuddled into him and smiled up at the camera.

His thumb tapped the button.

Wedded bliss frozen in time. The selfie had been their first taken as husband and wife. Their very first picture, on their way to Hannah’s very first autumn festival. Memories they’d look back on when they were old and grey, when life would become tough and the world a mess. But this. This was theirs to keep forever. A happiness no tragedy or disaster could upend. A marriage. A family.

“Not bad,” Satoru hummed.

“Yeah,” agreed Hannah, marveling at the Six Eyes, so nacreous and blue. Couldn’t replicate that color even if you tried. “We should have it framed when we get home. It can go on your nightstand.”

“Yeah.” This received her a loving peck on the cheek. “I’d like that. Good thinking. And Hannah?”

“Mmm?” she peered up at him.

He winked, showing her his camera screen again, this time with a picture of him having just kissed her cheek.

“Gotcha.”

One of the five go-sekku, Chrysanthemums festivals were first introduced to Japan via China, who venerated the autumn flower for its timeless beauty and medicinal properties. It was believed steeping the petals in a hot tea could elongate one's life and cure aches and pains. For that reason, it was popular for palaces and Buddhist shrines to plant mums in gardens. The Imperial Seal of Japan, stamped on every passport and royal document, also bore the bloom as its emblem, and many poets and artists used the herbaceous flora for inspiration. Some restaurants even utilized the petals as a garnish when serving sashimi.

Hannah knew mums belonged to the Asteraceae family, placing them in the same grouping as daisies, dahlias, and zinnias. In fact, a lesser known name for a chrysanthemum was a “florist’s daisy.” They came in a variety of cultivars and colours; mostly reds, yellows, and purples, some with long, spider-like petals that stretched outwards like sea anemones, others more compact with tightly-round layers reminiscent of doll faces. Cheerey as could be.

The Hirosaki Castle gardens were rife with them, exhibiting a magnanimous array of species and shapes. Atsumono. Kudamono. Ichimonji. Every variant one could think of. Hannah took her time admiring the flower beds, zooming her camera to capture the perfect photo.

They departed for Hirosaki Castle immediately after checking into their inn. Satoru didn’t want a place too far and optioned for a location within walking distance; a ryokan owned by a kind elderly couple 15 mins from the castle. They took their key, dropped their bags, and arrived at the castle by early afternoon, more than enough time to enjoy the festival and eat lunch.

“A lot of people here today,” Hannah commented when they crossed the palace gates. She was right. There were a lot of people, but Satoru said it only elevated the experience. The more the merrier.

At least, that’s what he told her. In truth, this was no time to slack off. Hannah has to stay with you at all times, rang Nanami’s voice. The Six Eyes wielder scanned the area for any potential adversaries. It already bothered him that a pair of perverted young men, who were clearly from the countryside and had never seen a foreigner before, were taking random snapshots of his wife without her knowledge. He’d issued them the most menacing glare. Get lost. The tourists would catch the flash of his eyes and immediately hightail it in the other direction. That’s right, dweebs, keep your dicks in your pants. She’s mine.

They toured the rows of chrysanthemum gardens. Horticulturists had weaved storytelling into that year’s displays. Lifesize dolls, covered head to toe in real flowers, brought to life many of the folktales passed down by tradition, including historic figures like Lord Tsuguru walking amongst the flowers, he too partaking in the festivities like his subjects, katana strapped to his waist.

The most striking red maples Satoru had ever seen cloaked the surrounding forest in fire, made more intense by the brightness of the autumn sun. At night, spotlights would illuminate the maples, so only the scarlet leaves were visible amongst the shadows, making the viewing more memorable for garden enthusiasts. They’d be sure to return come sunset to see for themselves.

For a low admission fee, Hirosaki Castle could be seen up close and toured on the inside. Except, upon arriving, the size of the castle bore little semblance to what they imagined.

“It’s so tiny,” Hannah squealed, pretending to squish the castle between her fingers. “How cute.”

“Kind of a let down,” Satoru muttered. He had yet to see the castle in person until now.

Hannah took his hand. “I wanna go in, c’mon.”

This was easier said than done. Standing 6’3 had its drawbacks. The door leading inside the castle was so squat and narrow, Satoru had to bow half-way to fit through, while his wife sauntered in like it was made for her. The castle’s interior was nothing special (in his opinion), just a gift shop and a video detailing the current renovations plans. However, there was an alarmingly steep flight of stairs with a red warning sign nailed to the wall. Satoru was close to having a mini heart attack, watching his wife hobble up the creaking wooden boards. He kept a ready hand on her bum, following close behind. The way down was more perilous, him holding onto her hand afraid she’d slip and roll an ankle. By the time they’d finished roaming the small castle, Satoru felt he had a permanent crick in his back.

The boat ride was much more relaxing. He and Hannah boarded a little isobune, oarred by a retired fisherman, who glided them around the moat. The cascade of falling orange and gold leaves landing atop the water was breathtaking as they passed under a red bridge, and the unshaded sun felt good on their faces, despite the chilly weather. Hannah rested her head along Satoru’s arm and closed her eyes, listening to the water churn against the oar and a lark singing in the distance. The world at peace.

They ate rice balls and fish sticks and caramelized apples from a vendor parked along the garden path. Then finished their day with scouting the nursery where visitors could buy bushels of chrysanthemums and ornate bonsai. Hannah was tempted, but thought the chrysanthemums they had back home were better.

At last, the sun dipped behind the northern mountains. The Gojo couple stuck around to take pictures of the illuminated maple trees. The pathway had become so dark. It was difficult to see anything other than the red and gold leaves. The rest was pitch black.

“Oh, Satoru. Look at these.” Hannah raced towards a group of maples she’d spotted.

There was a rustling noise. Unsettling laughter.

“You could do it, Satoru…The impossible.”

Satoru hurriedly whipped around.

“Even that has meaning…”

But saw nothing. No one was there. The wind. Perhaps it was the wind. Yes, it was only the wind.

“Satoru?” Hannah called concernedly from ahead.

Deep breaths, Satoru. He was hearing things. It was all in his head. The Six Eyes would’ve seen him.

“Yeah, coming, sweetheart.”

That night they laid together in bed, skin to skin. It was smart of them to eat when they did. Most restaurants were closed by the time they arrived back at their ryokan. Hannah was busy massaging his hands, running her little fingers over the minuscule scars and toughened calluses, relieving the tension in his joints. Felt good.

“Have you always liked being a giant?” she mused, halting her massage to splay her palm over his, not even half its size.

He grinned at her hyperbole, giving off a meager shrug. “There’s advantages, I guess. Makes me faster, stronger, but it also attracts unwanted attention. I can’t hide for shit.”

“True,” Hannah stipulated. “You do tend to stand out in a crowd.”

“Mmhm.” He absentmindedly began twisting the gold wedding band on her finger. Part of him contemplated whether buying her a diamond ring to go with it. Like they do in the movies.

“But I’d say you wear it rather well.”

He stopped twisting and huffed tiredly. “Not much choice in that regard. For me, it’s either fear the spotlight or embrace it. There's really no third option.”

Hannah planted a reassuring kiss on his chest near his heart.

“What about you?” he countered. “How have you liked being a mouse?”

She took slight umbridge at that. “I’m not a mouse.”

“Fine, a very cute mouse.”

She swatted him lightly before returning her head to his chest. “I suppose it has its upsides.” Her voice held a somber note as she traced his pectorals.”I can fade into the background whenever I want. No one cares if I’m here or there…”

He sensed she hadn’t finished. “But?”

“But that’s just it. No one cares what happens to a nobody.”

He brought the dainty hand tracing his muscles to his lips, kissing its knuckles.

“Try convincing me of that.”

Hannah smiled, thinking he was too good to be true and any moment she’d wake up from this dream. After so many years living a barely-there existence, this sense of belonging, of being wanted, was more than her prayers could answer. What a blessing to have this man in her life, despite the political circumstances surrounding their union. He deserved everything for making her this happy. She would gladly give what little she had, be it words or her body.

A titillating warmth pooled inside her stomach, spreading between her thighs, desirous and hungry, not quite satiated by their earlier round of sex. Propping herself on her elbows, her lips sought the company of his own. He welcomed them greedily, tongue slipping inside her mouth to lean in deeper for a taste. A languid moan hovered on the edge of her throat as she rolled her body on top of him, begging to be nearer, closer.

Satoru’s hands cupped her ass, kneading the soft flesh like mounds of dough. He too stifled a groan as her lips broke away and began trailing hot, steamy kisses down his neck, sucking and licking his collarbone. The hands cupping her bare ass squeezed harder as she worked her way towards his nipple, giving it a few teasing flicks. She lowered her hands, letting them run over the contour of his abs, down, down, down. He felt the jolt of electricity percolate through his spine to the very tip of his penis, pulsing incessantly.

Damn, she was learning fast, he thought, having recently confessed his secret like for nippie action. He reckoned he was rock solid now.

“Saaa~tor~uuuu,” she sang.

Holy fuck, and that voice. She could trick him into committing mass murder with that angel-sweet voice. The sway it had over him. Seemed like only yesterday she was standing in her wedding kimono, stuttering, too nervous to make eye contact till he forcibly grabbed her chin. Her confidence had since skyrocketed. For lack of a better analogy, she was playing him like a finely-tuned fiddle and he was powerless to fight her.

“Hannah,” he moaned, once her hand reached under to cup his balls. He surrendered a sharp gasp. She weighed them in her palm, gyrating them slowly just as he instructed her, careful not to hurt him.

“Yes, darling?” Her other hand reached over to grip the hard length of his cock, pressing loving circles into the base with her thumb. Then, gentle as a lamb, pulling it downwards, unfurling the delicate foreskin to reveal the slick head underneath.

For fuck’s sake.

“Is this alright, love?” she purred amorously. “Do you want me to stop?”

Only then did he realize he was short of breath.

“No,” he panted. “Never.”

Hannah held a serene, sated look on her face, not the kind born of selfish lust or sheer dominance, but of total adoration. “Okay then.” She pecked him on the lips for good luck and joined her thumb and index together just as he taught her, hovering them inches above his erection. “Ready?”

He gulped once and gave a swift nod. The hand came down.

His moans were immutable by that point, though, frankly, he didn’t give a shit. Because each second of his wife’s goddess-like touch, her magic fingers stroking his cock up and down, brought him closer to heaven.

“I know you’ve been stressed lately,” she soothed between strokes. “Just tell me when, darling.”

Boy, wasn’t that the truth. The threat of Suguru’s reemergence placed everyone on alert. The higher-ups were relentless in their tyranny, working Satoru to the bone. He’d been dispatched on three high-level missions last week spanning across the country, when all he wanted to do was sleep, eat mochi ice cream, and make hot love to his wife. On the surface he made it look easy, but on the inside he longed for a break.

That’s what he loved most about Hannah. She always knew. He didn’t have to lie and don the mask.

Her strokes grew faster.

For a brief moment, Satoru thought his soul tore in two. He was barely conscious of his surroundings. Planet Earth? Where’s that? All that remained was his wife’s melodic voice and the orgasm preparing to take over and exit his body. He felt the tension surmount in his groin, jizz funneling up his balls, waiting for its queue to shoot. His breathing quickened, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring.

Knowing he was close, Hannah sat up criss-cross on the bed and scooted herself in, wrapping his long legs around her waist to hold him steady, giving him perfect view of her breasts. Finding the position more comfortable, she continued stroking his cock in her lap like a clay potter, hands working and wringing him in. He couldn’t speak, or think straight. Soon his hips started to buck on their own accord.

“That's it, Satoru. Easy now.”

She didn’t have to do anything except keep her hands still. Nature would take care of the rest, the receptors in his brain telling his spine to “giddy up.”

His thrusts began to readily excelerate, going faster in conjunction with the volition of his climax, the back-and-forth friction causing Hannah’s hand to grow shockingly hot. She caught the sheen of sweat on his skin, the darkness of his cock. He grunted hard with each snap of his pelvis.

At once, his thrusts slowed, and then on the count of three, his hips jilted upwards for a grand finish.

He bellowed out her name as the orgasm tore through him, streams of thick jissom gushing over his stomach in quick bursts. Hannah continued pumping, squeezing out as much as she could, relishing the triumph of his release soiling her bare hands, keeping him going until he’d run on empty.

Considering how much they’d been making love, she was surprised he lasted as long as he did.

Hannah’s pumping lessened as his breathing gradually returned to normal, his senses coming to.

“Stay put,” she hushed, granting him a celebratory kiss. “I’ll go fetch you a towel.”

“Uh huh,” he groused, every muscle in his legs and groin feeling tingky and loose, brain lost in a fog. His tongue was like lead. He could barely form a sentence.

Brushing a stray lock of white hair from his face, Hannah left to go find him a clean towel.

Weakly, Satoru managed to glance down at the mess he had made on his thighs and stomach. He released a winded sigh as his head hit the pillow, then broke into a rich, hearty laugh. And to think this was now his new normal.

“Yare, yare.”

The couple decided to explore more of the city the next day. Satoru knew all the best spots in town, having frequented Hirosaki on countless missions. The city was small, a population of 180,000 or less, but held rich history regarding samurai and the Fujita family, making it notorious for curse incidents. Satoru couldn’t begin to recall how many strangers would come across a random cursed object; a sword, or an arrow head, stupidly get the idea to touch it, then wind up dead on the road somewhere for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Always sucked when the victims were children.

Anyway, no need to relive those memories. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts...

Hannah wanted to visit another garden - cause of course she did - and peruse the local shops. Great.

But first, breakfast.

Satoru discovered Cafe Buruman three summers ago while on the hunt for some shaved ice. He didn’t find the ice (sadly), but did sample a delicious raspberry tartlet and a frappuccino. And it was located right next to their ryokan, which may have not been accidental.

The cafe had a traditional charm to it, evident by its cypress furnishings and a rare selection of Okura Pottery bowls shelved behind the bar counter. Stored inside glass cabinets were other fine china pieces, some of which were available for purchase. Classical music played elegantly in the background. Hannah was smitten the moment they entered the door.

They placed their orders; Hannah, a fruit parfait and peach tea; Satoru, a chocolate tartlet and white mocha latte, and picked a table over by the window.

“I received an invitation the other day,” Hannah said once they were seated and their food arrived.

Satoru picked up his spoon. “Oh? From who?”

“Lady Kamo Hatsumomo.”

The spoonful of tartlet, having just reached his mouth, nearly rolled off his tongue in disgust.

Hannah took it as a bad sign. “I’m guessing you don’t like her?”

“Like her?” he said, chewing his tartlet. “The woman’s a psycho. I know her as the eldest sister of Lord Kamo. She thinks the jujutsu world’s main purpose in life is to uphold its most antediluvian precepts.”

“Antediluvian.” Hannah brightened. “There’s your word of the day.”

Satoru smirked. “I have my moments. The point is, she despises anyone who doesn’t conform to her narrow set of beliefs.”

“And me being a foreigner probably doesn’t help,” Hannah suspected.

Her husband frowned. “I doubt it.”

“Why would she invite me to her house then?”

Satoru too wondered this. On the one hand, it made perfect sense to invite Hannah as she was his wife and therefore carried great influence, but even so. Hatsumomo was no friend to non-sorcerers, especially when it came to foreigners. He remembered Ichiro’s banishment from the family for marrying Kumari.

But unable to find a satisfactory answer as to why, he reached across the table. “Remember, you don’t have to accept," and took Hannah’s hand. “It’s your call.”

Hannah sighed and stared down at their hands. “We’ll see."

That was good enough for Satoru. The Six Eyes wielder went back to sipping his latte then looked over, staring out through the glass window. His best friend stood on the sidewalk, waving candidly at him, same long jet-black hair, black shirt, black sweatpants...

Wait, what now?

Satoru squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, opening them back up to see an empty street.

Just his mind playing dirty tricks again.

“Everything alright?” Hannah’s eyes were slightly tainted with worry.

“I’m fine,” Satoru replied, offering her a curt smile, running his thumb over her knuckles.

It was all in his head. Nothing more.

Yup, he was perfectly fine.

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jujutsu gojo #jjk #呪術廻戦 #jjk fanfic #gojo x oc #satoru x oc #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satoru gojo #japan #gojo takes a wife #Hirosaki Castle

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Ikemen Sengoku - HC

* - HCs/series with this symbol by the title have had their trigger warning lists updated in co-operation with readers via this survey. The other works may lack certain (all) trigger warnings. all = all suitors available at the time of posting the work

Warlords

Truth Serum: (all warlords)

*Warlords & Summer: (all warlords)

*Warlords having “THE TALK”: (all warlords, minus Motonari and Keiji)

*Warlords reacting to pornbot siege: (all warlords)

Reacting to ff about themselves: (all warlords)

Modern things the warlords would appreciate (all warlords, excluding Kennyo)

What if IkeSen was a Disney movie and ONLY Kenshin wouldn’t sing.

*HC: Bunnies at Work - Kenshin

*x Witch!MC:

Nobunaga Oda + visualisation of MC

Masamune Date

Behind the scenes: Masamune & Nobunaga

Mitsuhide Akechi

Ieyasu Tokugawa (+visualisation of MC in the notes)

Behind the scenes: Ieyasu & Mitsuhide

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Mitsunari Ishida

Behind the scenes: Hideyoshi & Mitsunari

Kenshin Uesugi

Shingen Takeda

Behind the scenes: Shingen & Kenshin

Yukimura Sanada

Sasuke Sarutobi

Behind the scenes: Yukimura & Sasuke

*The way meeting her changed him… :

Masamune & Mitsuhide

Hideyoshi & Mitsunari

Kennyo & Kyubei

Kenshin & Shingen

* Modern AU Boyfriend:

Mitsuhide

Shingen

Kenshin

Family AU:

Mitsuhide

Hideyoshi

Masamune; Masamune ft. Shogetsu

Kenshin

If he were to be a parent:

Masamune

Coming to the future:

Masamune

Finding the guide:

Mitsuhide, Masamune, Kenshin

Modern AU

Ieyasu, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari

Kenshin & Shingen +mentioned Yukimura

Nobunaga, Mitsuhide

*MC with/who is...:

Insecure about her body: Kanetsugu

a Chinese contortionist: Nobunaga & Kenshin

Innocent / Kind: Kenshin & Hideyoshi

Insecure about having small breasts: Masamune, Mitsuhide & Kenshin

Very Serious about Pinky Promises: Masamune & Kenshin

Fear of Needles: Masamune & Shingen

Sensory Sensitivity - Food: Masamune

Attention Deficit Disorder: Mitsuhide

Atopic Dermatitis: Masamune, Kenshin, Hideyoshi

Apathetic / Depressed: Masamune, Nobunaga, Ieyasu

Physically Strong: Masamune & Shingen

Loves tuba: Nobunaga, Ieyasu, Shingen,Mitsunari

Conflicted about her passion (swimming): Masamune

Finally snaps: Ieyasu, Hideyoshi, Nobunaga

A prosthetic leg, threatening to boink warlords with it (crack): all warlords, Kennyo excluded

Experiences linguistic brain lags: Nobunaga, Masamune, Yukimura, Shingen

Traumatized after a battle: Masamune, Mitsuhide, Nobunaga

Polish: Hideyoshi, Masamune

*OTP Prompts

Nobunaga

*Who is not afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Mitsunari

*Who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Ieyasu

*Who has trouble sleeping alone?

Kenshin

*Who says “I love you” more?

Yukimura

*Who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

*Who fusses over takes care of the other when they get ill?

*Emoji Prompts

Prompts developed in the same post were grouped together.

Mitsuhide

❣️ What makes them blush (...)? 🎇 Are the feelings they have like a whirlwind (...)? 💐 Do they enjoy giving compliments (...)?

🌼 How do they view their significant other? 🌻 Will they do anything for their s/o? 🤧 How far will they go to take care of their sick s/o?

💕 Their future goals in a relationship? 🥰 How often do they stare lovingly at their s/o? 💋 How do they kiss?

Masamune

❣️ What makes them blush? 🎁 What gift would they get their s/o? 💋 How do they kiss?

NSFW Alphabet

Mitsuhide Akechi (C, F, R, W) (D, E, L, M, V, Z)

Masamune Date A-Z

Kenshin Uesugi (A, F, M, S, X, Y) (C, I, K, J, P, V)

Shingen Takeda (D, J, K)

Yukimura Sanada (E, I, K, M)

*Smut Alphabet

Masamune Date (A-Z)

Kenshin Uesugi (A, T, X)

Fluff Alphabet

Nobunaga Oda (W, Q, L, K)

Mitsuhide Akechi ( A, F, K, M, O, R, Z)

Ieyasu Tokugawa (B, F, K, P, V, W, X)

Masamune Date (E, J, O, T, S, Y)

Shingen Takeda (A, S, E)

IkeSen Thoughts Playlist (Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, Masamune, Kenshin, Shingen, Kennyo)

#lorei masterlisting

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malachiexists13 · 9 months ago

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Requests Temporarily Closed.

[ANGST] Til' Envy Do Us Part || "Ieyasu" (REQUESTED - F!MC) [SMUT] Exploring Curiosity || "Ranmaru" (KT - M!MC) [SMUT] ??? || "Mitsunari" (?) [SMUT] ??? || "Mitsuhide" (?) [SMUT] ??? || "Kicho" (?) [SMUT] ??? || "Kanetsugu" (?) [SMUT] ??? || "Kenshin" (?)

[Opinions] Gay or Nay?: Ikemen Series Edition [Opinions] Would I Punch This Character?: Ikesen Edition

Nothing to be seen here yet...

[EDIT] BOYTOY

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xbalayage · 1 year ago

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I love the two fics you have out so far! I read a lot of fanfiction in the fandom and just love how you write! I can't wait to read more! Is there a reason why you only write for Licht and Silvio? Do you have plans in the future to branch out to the other suitors? And do you have any wips you're currently working on? I hope you have a great day, Michelle!!

I got an anonymous ask and that made me super EXCITED. This is the second ask I've ever gotten. hdjfkalhFDkj Thank you!! It truly makes me feel good knowing people like my writing when I'm just trying to get back into it. The reason I only write for Licht and Silvio because I find them the easiest for me to write, for anyone else, I'd have to meticulously look up things about them and do research to make sure I'm doing their character justice. And just getting back into writing, I want to start comfortable before trying to take on the other suitors.

Leon was the first ever suitor I read and am tempted to try my hand at him, but not yet. A lot of people love Chevalier and Gilbert, and so do I, so they've also peaked my interest. I also love the other Ikemen Series and wouldn't mind dipping my toes into writing Vamp or Sen.

I've been interested in also trying to write Mozart, Isaac, Arthur, Vincent, Charles, Vlad, Nobunaga, Ieyasu, Yukimura, Masamune. BUT, there's a few people I haven't read their routes but I'd be interested in writing them, like Kanetsugu, Yoshimoto, Keiji, Motonari, Kicho, Shingen, Kenshin, Rio, Yves, Jin, Luke, Theo, Faust, Galileo, Leonardo.

*Lays down* There's just so many hot men.... sorry I kind of went into a tangent because I was excited to get an ask <3 I do have a few wips right now! But I've been jumping between them all because inspiration wouldn't suit the wip I was working on. Yesterday I was writing my Swordplay Foreplay smut fic and my toddler deleted 95% of it, so that was really depressing and demotivating, but I've been trying to get that one going again because it'll be my masterpiece and I will be known far and wide through the fandom for it.

...At least, that's the confidence I'm trying to have to keep myself motivated to keep writing it. I thought it was a unique idea and I haven't seen anyone else write anything close to it so far, so I HAVE TO JUMP ON IT.

I hope I answered your questions and you have an amazing day!! <3

#asks.#anon.#i was so freaking stoked to get an ask i'm pathetic lmao

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the12thnightproject · 2 years ago

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My turn, my turn!!

Okay so~ 1, 10 & 31 💜

Hi! And thank you for the ask!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Hm, since I write three types of content...

for headcanons, I'd go with "Warlords Opening Up MC's Refrigerator After She's Been Gone Three Months" because it pretty much exemplifies that kind of weird chaos that sometimes pops into my brain.

For short fiction, it would be the story I wrote for your request, A Simple Game, because I really like writing warlords interacting with each other, especially getting to put three smart sneaky warlords like Shingen, Mitsuhide, and Motonari together.

Long fic would have to be Twelve Lies I Told Shingen Takeda - it introduces the multiverse and I loved the idea of Shingen being in a relationship that grew out of friendship, kindness, and mutual respect, rather than out of physical attraction (or if someone just wants to read a smut chapter, there are a couple of those... Buttons being my favorite).

10. How do you decide what to write?

With headcanons, if they aren't an ask, it's usually something that just pops into my head, or is prompted by something that just happened in real life. Like the smoke alarm HC was prompted by being awakened at 3 a.m. by my smoke alarm's dead battery chirp.

All of the short fics on my blog were prompted either by an exchange, or by a chaotic bingo request, so with those, it's mostly noodling around with the prompts until I can think of something that fits the request. I used to do a improv and sketch comedy, so in a sense, it's a similar concept - take the audience's suggestion, and use it to jump off into a scene, but then take the scene to an unexpected twist.

With longfic, usually it starts with something that I can't stop thinking about. The original idea for the Tempest in Time series was just a bunch of scenarios that kept haunting me in the summer of 2020. They weren't leaving my head, so I had to write them down. I knew I wanted to create a multiverse with an OC who would have multiple versions of herself living in different timelines, but would be connected by a frame story involving a mission that needed to be completed across all the timelines, and that my OC would potentially encounter different versions of herself. The initial thought would be that the OC would have a route for every warlord, and I knew that Shingen had to be first, because his canon illness was going to necessitate time travel anyway, so I could take care a lot of the world building and establish the multiverse dilemma naturally (and also his story was the clearest in my mind, and also... well, it's Shingen, he's basically my favorite warlord anyway). And as such, Sasuke would need to be the final story, because it's going to involve a crap ton of time timeline hopping. The order in the middle is random, based on whichever warlord's story I can visualize the clearest. Hideyoshi was supposed to be after Mitsunari's, but what I had planned started feeling too similar to parts of Shingen's, so my next thought was to go to Ieyasu ... but then a certain Kitsune said, "I'm sorry my dear, but I insist you tell my story next," and the plot unrolled in my mind. If I can picture how a story starts, at least three points somewhere in the middle, and how it ends, that's when I know that I can start writing a long fic. Sometimes I have an idea of where somethin starts, but no clue about what happens next, so those just sort of stay marinating in my brain until I can see more of where it wants to go.

And that was a very long answer to a short question... sorry.

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?

Heh... size doesn't matter. I've got a couple of pieces I love that are less than 500 words each, and one of the longfics clocked in at over 150,000 words (which totally shocked me... I never realized I could write that much).

There's a special challenge in writing the uber-short flash fics, especially if there is a word limit. I can spend more time tweaking a 330 word flash fic than a 3300 word chapter in a longfic.

I like to keep the short fic at less than 5000 words, only because if it starts getting longer than that, then I get tempted to do more world building and add subplots, and all of a sudden it's heading into longfic territory.

What I like about writing longfic is getting to live with a story and the characters for a long period of time. Shingen's story took me 8 months to write, Mitsunari's story took a year... I've hit the 4 month mark on the draft of Mitsuhide's... I like these characters that Cybird originated, and in longfic, I can hang out with them and really get to know them.

#asks answered #writer asks #chatting with friends

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amenomiko · 5 years ago

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Hello! I have a request. Could you write a story about Ieyasu and MC's wedding day? Kenshin comes and tells MC to marry him instead. Ieyasu gets incredibly jealous and shows her exactly who she belongs to on their honeymoon. ;)

Woohoo Thank You for the Request ❤❤❤❤❤

TITLE : Say it

Pairing : IkeSen Ieyasu x MC

Rated: Super M (Super Smut)

Type: One Shot

🌸🌸🌸❤🌸🌸🌸❤🌸🌸🌸

He could carve this scene forever in his mind. Even though his wife's fellow traveler, Sasuke, said that he could make a thing called "Picture" of MC in her wedding attire, he still choose to engrave her beautiful smile forever in his mind.

Everything had went smoothly. Well, except the attendance of Kasugayama Warlords. If it's not because of MC's request, they would've cross their swords now. They decided to put on temporary alliance for the sake of MC's important day. Talking about her request..

She had sew a thing called "Wedding Gown" for her and "Tuxedo" for him for that night. Changing into it is quite easy, comfortable too, so he won't complain. She said that it's her dream to wear one when she get married; fine; he could put up with that. It's her choice to get married in the past with him. She put up with the norms of his era, and he would do the same. He can tolerate with whatever it is, as long as she is happy.

But for now..

It's intolerable.

"Kenshin-sama.. Please.. I-.." She tried to look away despite her chin were forced to look at the man in front of her. "I.. Sincerely from my heart, I didn't know you feel about me that way."

Gasp escaped her throat as she tried to get away from his kiss. "K-Kenshin-sama..! I beg of you--""...You are so beautiful tonight, MC. Just leave that foolish man and be with me instead."

Slap!

"Stop..! He is not foolish! Call him names in whatever you want..! My feelings for him will NEVER change..!"

"...Heh." Kenshin rub his burning cheek. "Looks like I have to lock you up again-"

Before he know it, he had landed on the rocks nearby Azuchi's pond with another burning sensation on his lips. Ieyasu held MC close to his chest, telling her to return back to the wedding hall first. "How many times do I have to tell you that she will NEVER be yours..! Forcing someone to love you? You make me SICK!"

"Kenshin-sama..!"

Sasuke had run to his lord's side, turning to Ieyasu to bow for an apology. "Forgive me, Ieyasu-san. My lord is drunk."

"Tch. What are you saying, Sasu- mmf-" Sasuke had shoved a mouthful of plums in his lord's mouth, still bowing to Ieyasu. "He's uncontrollable once he is drunk."

Ieyasu, fuming with anger, clench his fists so tight before he could bring himself to grab his sword and kill Kenshin right there and then. "...Anata." A voice whispered from the other side. It was his wife, who have waited nearby after she called for Sasuke's help. Ieyasu glances at her from his shoulder; his breathing calmed down when she look at him with a worried and scared experssion. "..Let's go back..? Nobunaga-sama is waiting." She smiled. But he can see that she almost wanted to cry.

He turn back to Kenshin and Sasuke. "..Go back to your own damn castle by tonight for all I care..!" Then he took MC's hands and she hug his torso in return as they walk together back to the hall.

He hate this.

HE HATE THIS.

MC is clearly HIS. ONLY HIS. But there's still arrogant man out there who wanted her. Who wanted to woo her. Is he not good enough until God wanted to tease him like this? Of course. Of course MC loved him and had proved to him during that night, on what she had said to Kenshin. She loved him and only him. No. Matter. What.

He find his heart fuming again. Not with anger but jealousy. Agh he hated this. Why he can't think straight? The fact is already there but he feels empty. Something is not there..! Something is..!

"Anata?"

MC's tap on his shoulder snapped him back to reality. He blinked at her, who changed her happy face to a concerned ones. He have worried her again. "Are you tired from the journey?"

"....No."

"Are you sure..? Ah, I get it. Things are still new to you isn't it? The airplane must have shocked you so much..! Hehehehe..!"

He smiled at her. Wryly.

Right after their wedding night, there's a wormhole opening coincidentally nearby to his castle. MC had explained to him about a new thing called "Honeymoon" and as they discussed about where to go, she had this idea of "Maybe we could have it in the future??" She beamed.

So they did. Ieyasu had only travelled by horse and for the very first time of his life he travelled by an airplane. It was a thrilling ride but eventually he managed to overcome it, and he bet if Masamune is on the airplane, he would barge into the pilot's room and wanted to take control. Such hell. But glad it didn't happen at least.

"I can't believe Sasuke really sponsored us with this Honeymoon package. I wonder why.." She giggled as she enjoyed the breeze of the island that brushed against her hair locks beautifully.

"...To make it up for that night I guess." He mumbled as he face his back to MC, pretending to unpack things from his luggage. Her eyes widen to her husband. "..Anata.."

"Nothing. I'm talking to myself."

Ieyasu cursed within himself. He should keep this negativity inside him and should stop ruining anything during their vacation. He startled when a warm arms circle his chest from behind. "You are still angry from that night?"

"...."

"You know how I feel towards Kenshin."

"...Don't say his name."

"Anata. Look at me."

He sigh, and his orbs met hers. "I love you and only you. There's no one can replace you in my heart, and only you can have my heart. Only you can make me happy."

It hit him.

That's it.

MC flinched as he suddenly move closer to her, making her walk backwards; she can feel the way he look at her is very dominant, like a wolf that wanted to eat its prey. One of her legs loses its balance and she fell onto the edge of the bed. "Anata- Ieyasu..?" She jolted when he slammed his hands on the sides of her head. "Wh-what's the matter-- mmff..!"

He kissed her hungrily, not giving her a moment to catch a breath, even after he pulled away a bit. He kissed, and kissed, until MC had to push his shoulder. "Fwah..! What's gotten into you- it's still daytime- hya..!" He tug on her dress roughly, shredding her pants apart and shoved two fingers inside her entrance. This makes her legs automatically spread apart from the sudden pleasure. "..Who said sex have to be around night time, hmm? Have you forgotten our outdoor "activities" back in the past?" He scissored her inside out, earning a muffled moan from her. "Don't hold back your voice, MC. Let me hear it." He pushed in another finger, and another, forcing an orgasm out of her.

"B-because you said such embarassing stuff..!"

"Embarassing? Hmph, even when you spread your legs like this, begging me to gush your essence out of you?"

"Ieyasu..! The people next door will hear us..!"

"Oh let them hear it. Let them hear our sound when I fuck you endlessly..!"

"Ahn..! Ieyasu..! Ahh-!!"

A surprised gasp left her as Ieyasu pull his fingers out before she could reach her orgasm. She whine, sobbing from the lost of building orgasm. "Mmn Ieyasu..! Don't tease me..! I'm almost ther- MMF!!"

He had shoved his full dick inside her mouth, down to her throat. "Suck it."

Trying her best to hold her needs, she dig his nails into his thigh, sucking and bobbing her head around his hot rod. Ieyasu's length is enough to take her full, but whenever it is aroused, it can swell and conquered her walls and the moment it pulsate when he came, it's the best feeling ever.

Oh how she can't wait for him to do that for a whole week of their honeymoon. She can't wait for him to fuck her senselessly, spoiling her with cum and inflate her as much as he could. "Mmff!" Ieyasu had grabbed her head, as he face fuck her, in and out from her hot cavern, hissing when his head come in contact with her throat.

Gushh..!

"You naughty girl.. You came even without I'm touching your wet clit.. Nnnnh!!!"

SPLURT!

"Mmmnn! Mm-" MC swallowed all of his seeds into her throat, the sound of slurping make his dick throb with desire.

She pulled out, licking his head, nibble and suck on it. "Mmn.. Delicious.. I really love your cum, Ieyasu." His breathing is hoarse the moment she get on her knees, her gushing entrance facing him as she spread the mouth apart, showing that her own clit is throbbing. "Anata..? Please.. I want you inside me.. I want you to cum inside me lots and lots.. Mmn.." He had entered her halfway. "A-aahh..! Anata..!"

SLAM!!

"NNNGGHHH!!"

He slammed all of him inside her.

SPLURT!!

"A-aahhah..!" She trembled from her second orgasm. "S-so good..!! Ummh!!" Ieyasu chuckled as he started to move in and out from her, pulling out again and shoving it in full length. "You wanted this so bad?" He snake his hands to cup her breasts, groaning as she clamp around him tight as he played with her nipples. Pinching, fondling the tip, pulling it between his fingers. "Behind your sweet sunshine smile, you are actually addicted with sex hmm?" She circle her hips, meeting with his thrusts.

"Mmm yes, Ieyasu..! I love your dick..! I love it when you thrust it into me, ramming it so hard inside me..!"

"Then say it, MC..! Say who's dick making you writhe desperately for its cum..??"

"Oh God...! Mmh! Ieyasu..! Yes- yes..!!"

He smacked her ass. "Say it..!!"

"Ahn..! Ahhh! Only you Ieyasu..! Only your dick can paint inside me with your thick cum..! Mmnn!! I love it so much when you cum deep inside me..!!!"

His thrusts gets rougher and rougher, their slapping skin echoes throughout the room. She squealed with delight when he smack her ass again, rubbing and groping around it so hard. He pushed her body, still moving in and out, back and forth until the bed shake so much from the impact. "Oh God..!! Ieyasu!! Right there..! I'm coming..! Unn it wanted to come out..!"

Ieyasu give a last push and he pulled out fully from her. She moaned loudly when he did that, her hips shaking and quivering. "NO..! NO NO! DON'T DO THAT...!!! A-AAAAHHH!!!" He shove his dick again, chuckling to her desperation. "F-Fu- ACK..! AAHH IEYASU!!!!"

SPLURT! SPLUUURT!!

He launched forward, stabbing her cervix and came inside her, filling her stomach. "Mmmaaahh!! Aaahh!!!" She spread her legs apart once more, wriggling from the ecstacy, as she overcome by a wave of orgasm. "Shit..! Ieyasu...! N-no more..!" She unconsciously thrusted her hips backwards, moving and thrusting to her fourth orgasm, gushing and extracting of what's left.

"Mmnn it's coming out..! It's..! AHHH!!!"

SPLURTTT!!!!!

Ieyasu pulled out the moment she gush all of his cum, mixed with hers, out from her pussy. Strands after strands drip out from her and she quiver, biting onto the sheets, eyes rolled back from the ultimate pleasure.

After a moment, her hips slump onto the bed, legs spread apart, twitching to the cum that dripped out in between her legs. "Mmnn.. A-anata..." She sobbed. "You idiot.."

He grinned, pulling her to sit on his lap, groaning as he take her again. "We have a week to ourselves. A week enough to claim that you are mine and only mine."

She rested her head on his shoulder as they move slowly, twitching from the after effect. "What are you saying.. I'm already yours.. Mmnn.." They kissed again and again.

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"She's pregnant? Oh that was fast. Thanks to Sasuke who gave them 1 week vacation. They really "work" it out hm?" Shingen chuckled as Yukimura blushed. "Sh-Shingen-sama..! What the heck--"

"As expected of Ieyasu-san that I admired..!" Sasuke nod to himself as he pour Kenshin another drink. "Hmh. Thanks to me I guess? It triggered him to get an heir as soon as possible." He swirled the sake in his hand and gulp it in one go.

'He said that but his habit of drinking with plums had changed from one plums to three plums.' Sasuke thought to himself.

#ikemen sengoku tokugawa ieyasu #ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku smut #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ieyasu smut #ikesen Ieyasu

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writingwhimsey · 8 months ago

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Smut is In the Air!- A Whimsey Event

So, I came across this smutty one liners prompt list and I have decided to make a little event for it (no reason other than I am feeling in the mood to write some smut stories and it's springtime...mating season).

Rules:

Select one of the prompts from the list (linked above).

Select a suitor from the following:

ikesen:

Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Mitsuhide, Masamune, Ieyasu, Mitsunari, Keiji, Motonari, Kennyo, Kenshin, Shingen, Sasuke, Yukimura

ikevamp:

Comte, Leonardo, Napoleon, Mozart, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Jean, Vlad, Faust, Charles

Ikepri:

Leon, Jin, Chevalier, Clavis

Let me know the level of spice you would like your fic (if you would prefer straight smut or something more suggestive). Most importantly have fun!

Taglist (and a few others who might be interested): @zulablaise @kisara-16 @atinyliliflower @limonzu @tele86 @selenacosmic @tiny-wooden-robot @venulus

#smut is in the air #whimsey event #ikesen #ikevamp #ikepri #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikemen prince #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #fanfic #ikemen series #otome boys #fanfiction #cybird

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ikeromantic · 1 year ago

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Celebration Masterlist 3

Welp. That cap on links per post has got me again! Below you'll find follower celebration stories organized by celebration, game, and character.

1K Follower Celebration!

Part 1: Ikemen Vampire Here: Masterlist 2

Part 2: Ikemen Sengoku Ask Game!

Hideyoshi - Heat - ♨️ - Spicy!

Hideyoshi Secret ☺️ - fluffy and funny

Ieyasu - Appetite -😉 - a little angst, a little spice

Ieyasu - Beauty - 🥺 - fluff and light angst

Ieyasu - Lie - 😩- angst.

Kanetsugu + Beauty + 🥳 - fluff and light angst

Kanestsugu - Taste - 🥰/🥵 - fluff and light spice!

Keiji - Envy -🥺 - light angst and fluff

Keiji - Instructor - 🫣 - fluff and spice!

Keiji + Taste + 🥰 - just the fluff ma'am. just the fluff

Kennyo - Beauty - 😍 - fluffy!

Kenshin Command 😏 - fluff and spice

Kenshin - Heat 🥵 - smut, very spicy

Kenshin - Perfume -🫠😍 - spice and fluffiness

Kenshin - Quiet - 🥹 - fluffiness and angst

Kicho - Jewel - 😘 - mostly fluffy!

Kyubei - Instructor - 🌸 - fluffiest fluff!

Kyubei - Instructor - 🥵 - fluff and a little spice!

Kyubei - Lie - 🥹 - oh the angst and the fluff!

Kyubei - Secret - 🤭 - tooth rotting fluffiestness

Masamune - Envy - 🥸 - fluff and spice

Masamune - Taste - 😸- fluff and a little spice

Mitsuhide - Command - 🫠- fluff and light spice

Mitsuhide - Envy 😱 - fluff and light spice

Mitsuhide - Dear -😚- oh so fluffy

Mitsuhide Victory 😎😍 - fluffy!

Mitsuhide + Victory + 😘 - fluff!

Mitsuhide - Never - 😡 - angst and light spice

Mitsunari - Jewel -🥰- Fluffy!

Mitsunari - Xenial - ☃ - fluffiest!

Motonari - Secret - 🥹 - fluff and pure saccharine

Motonari - Jewel - 😤 - fluff and light angst

Nobunaga - Heat - 😚 - fluffiness!

Ranmaru -Taste - 🥵 - Spicy!

Sasuke Beauty 🥰 - sweet and fluffy!

Sasuke - Perfume -🥰 - Fluffy!

Sasuke - Appetite - 😍 - Fluff and light spice

Sasuke - Envy - 😘 - fluff!

Shingen - Secret - 👹 - AU with drama and fluff

Yoshimoto - Heat -😏 - fluff and light spice

#cybird ikemen #ikemen sengoku #fanfiction #follower celebration #masterlist #fanfic #otome #otome guys

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nobunagas-chatelaine · 3 years ago

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Emotional damage

Kicho : Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something? Nobunaga : Nope, absolutely not. Ieyasu : I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through. Masamune : I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life. Hideyoshi : I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you. Mitsuhide : I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi smut #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku kicho #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku Ieyasu #ikemen sengoku x reader #iksen x reader #cybrid #otome #emotional damage

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leonardhoee · 4 years ago

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I’m so excited that you’re taking requests! May I ask for some Mitsuhide headcanons? Any are fine (although I do love an in-love!Mitsu 👀)! Thank you so much dear!! 💘💞

Omg I was so happy when I got this request cuz Mitsuhide is the LOML. (Also perfect timing cuz I just finished re-reading his route). I’m not sure what kind of headcannons you wanted but I’m just kind of rambling based on the reasons I love him.😂 (+ NSFW)

(Also I wrote these at 3am if there’s any spelling errors pls don’t kill me😭)

Hope you like it!❤️❤️

Tagging: @aurora-morning @writer-akihiko @ikemenvmpire @judgemental-seal @delicateikemenmemes

Mitsuhide is...so incredibly soft. Sometimes when you’re sleeping next to him, he just takes in your beauty and listens to your heartbeat. Knowing you are alive and in his arms, warms his heart more than you could ever know.

He cannot believe that someone who radiates so much love and light would fall for someone like him, but he is eternally grateful that he is blessed enough to have the chance to love you with his entire being.

As much as he teases you, this man LIVES to pamper and please you. Muscle pain after sparring with Kyubei? (Or other activities with Mitsu). Mitsuhide will use his extensive knowledge of the human body to give you the most mindblowing massage you’ve ever had. (And he will equally enjoy hearing your satisfied noises at his touches.)

He is extremely perceptive, especially when it comes to you. If you are upset, or anxious, or in pain, he will know right away without needing to be told and will act accordingly. He will insist on going back to your home and giving you some time away from work so you have a chance to relax with him.

He may be a secretive person but everyone on the Oda Forces knows just how much “Mitsuhide Akechi adores his wife”. He can’t help it, it just slips out. Whether it’s through his words or his actions, everyone in Azuchi knows he only has eyes for you.

Mitsuhide has the utmost respect for you (he chugs his respect women juice daily) and will consider your opinions on his work a great help. There may be some parts of his job that he isn’t allowed to with you. However, 90% of the time he will tell you everything he’s been doing and will ask for your advice.

Sometimes he feels like you know him even better than he knows himself. And he knows that even if the whole world considers him a murderer and amonster, you will always be there to hold him and remind him that you love him and that he is a hero in your eyes.

Even for him, it’s sometimes too much to handle, and on those days he will come and lay down with you, resting his head on your chest as you stroke his hair and allow him to finally rest. He won’t admit it publicly but, being in your arms feels like the safest place in the world for him. He never thought that he would experience the luxury of having such a place to return to after his battles. A true home.

If you like to cook, you better believe Mitsuhide will eat everything you make, regardless of whether he can taste it or not. (He says he doesn’t need to taste the flavor because he can taste the love you put into it.)

He is known for neglecting his basic needs, and while he has gotten better at it ever since you came into his life, his level of self care is still unacceptable.

However, if you come in and insist he take a break because he’s overworking himself, his heart will absolutely just melt at seeing how much you care about him. (Is it the bare minimum? Yes. Has anyone ever taken care of him like that? No.) He is so starved of love and affection that even the most minor things will melt his heart.

Mitsuhide also loves to tease you, just to see your reactions. It’s incredibly entertaining when he whispers a dirty joke to you and smack his arm because “We are in public Mitsuhide.” It amuses him to no end.

He also loves teasing the others with you, and you two make the best pranking team in Azuchi.

You two have increased Hideyoshi’s migraine levels, but he lets it slide after seeing Mitsuhide look so happy for the first time in his life.

Hideyoshi has never seen Mitsuhide smile like that at anyone before, and he’s just glad Mitsu finally has someone to love and depend on. (Though sometimes he wishes that person was him. We’re not gonna unpack all that right now)

Random Headcannon: Modern AU Mitsuhide would be an amazing dancer. Like Michael Jackson type shit.

NSFW Below the Cut

Mitsuhide lives to please you and that translates to the bedroom as well. He is a switch through and through, but he could eat you out for hours. (Lying isn’t the only thing he’s good at using his tongue for).

His favorite place to be is between your thighs with your hand tugging at his hair, bringing his face even closer to your dripping core. You are his priority and he will not partake in his own pleasure until he has seen you come twice at least.

He loves to hear you beg, and will torture you for hours with phantom touches that allow you a small taste of the pleasure he can give. He will leave you desperately wanting more until you are crying his name and begging him to finally take you because you can’t handle any more of his teasing.

It’s truly a game to see how long he can keep his own composure before letting go and loosing himself in mindblowing pleasure. Oh and when he does...when he finally lets himself take you the way he’s been wanting to...you won’t be walking straight the next day.

The expression on your face, and the way you cry out his name with tears of pleasure running down your cheeks when he finally pounds you into the futon send him into ecstasy like he had never known before. He will keep going until your legs are shaking and your voice is hoarse from screaming his name so many times throughout the night.

He has a hidden chest of various toys and ropes, and secretly one of his greatest fantasies is to be tied up, completely at your mercy as you “punish” him for his teasing behavior. Nothing brings him more pleasure than feeling the rope dig into his skin, being unable to move as you teasingly suck him off, stopping right as he gets to the edge. He also loves seeing you ride him, using him as a device for your own pleasure.

Mitsuhide is normally not very loud, however, if you edge him enough, it will break all self control he has as he desperately moans your name and bucks his hips, just to try and finally feel himself buried deep inside you.

Once you free him of his bonds he will immediately flip you over, licking down your chest and throwing your legs over his shoulders as he drills you into whatever surface he decided to rail you on that day.

If you’re not too tired, he will even bathe you himself as he kisses every part of your body telling you how amazingly beautiful you are in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

Afterwards, he pulls you close to his chest and kisses your forehead, as he tells you how much he loves you and how euphoric you make him feel. Nights like these are one of the few times Mitsuhide will fall asleep right away as the languid exhaustion overtakes him.

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