#starlit’s valentines request prompt 2020

[starlitsummermoon]

hi~ I saw the post about the Valentine's day prompt and would love to make a request for Masamune-san and a lingerie theme please~ sending you virtual hugs for saying thanks! 💙

@lonely-emo-mcr

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The soft fluffy hem of her blue baby doll lingerie tickled her stomach as she lied on the couch. Masamune’s strong hands carefully gripping her thighs just underneath her knee as he rhythmically pumped his hard member into her, the satin ribbons of her lace knee-high stockings caressing his fingertips.

 “Nnn!” she grunted, biting down on her lip. Gripping the armrest just above her head to give herself some stability for his thrusts were gradually becoming rougher, but he couldn’t help it. When she walked out wearing hardly anything, he immediately pounced.

“Am I being a little too rough for ya, kitten?” he grinned, pushing her knees back further so he could penetrate deeper. She tossed her head back into the cushion, her breathing growing heavier. The delicate fabric of her lingerie was already struggling to hold in her ample breasts, but now they were uncontrollably bouncing about, free from any clothing. His tongue swiped across his lips at the sight, increasing his excitement.

“N-no!” she pleaded. “Keep- keep going!”

Work had kept them both busy for the last few weeks and this was the first weekend they had off together. She wanted to make it special, so she went out to buy something sexy she thought he’d enjoy. After dinner, she asked him to wait on the sofa while she changed into “something more comfortable.” He wasted absolutely no time and pounced the instant she emerged from their room, his shirt thrown off before he reached her and his pants hitting the floor as he guided her to the sofa. She didn’t want him to slow down now.

He denied her request. With a hard thrust, he was desperate to get as deep as possible before stopping. Leaning down, his tongue started flicking her erect nipples which had been teasing him ever since they popped out. Keeping her knees back, he slowly kept pushing in deeper, his tongue flicking between his harsh suckles.

“M-Masamune!” she cried out. Her fingernails dug into the fabric of the sofa, her knuckles turning white. Flames of delight flicked at her flesh, her body thrashing beneath the man who held her down. His lips trembled against her skin as he felt her walls engulf his manhood with pulsating heat, her cries deliciously ringing in his ears.

After patiently waiting for her climax to subside, Masamune sat up straight, his tongue lapping at his lips as he eyed down his precious love. Her supple skin glistened with sweat, her body trembled from the previous intensity it experienced, her chest heaved in attempt to catch her breath, and her eyes full of passion and love as they gazed back at him.

“Too much, kitten?” he panted, reaching out to cup her face with his large hand. A large bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, bringing to his attention that the ends of his hair was sticking to his cheeks. Before he didn’t even notice for he was too pre-occupied with his heart nearly bursting from the sight of her.

Placing her delicate hand over his, she nuzzled into his palm, placing a small kiss on his wrist. Tracing his pulse with the tip of her tongue, her eyelids fluttered as she locked his gaze, sultry whispering, “Not enough, my Masamune.”

[starlitsummermoon]

Hey there~! Hmm Can I request a ikesen Mitsuhide romantic/surprise date please? I really love your writing! Thank you~

@mikablazen @nad-zeta (A/N: This one is a bit longer mostly because of how many requested it~)

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All day, the girls at work have been bragging about their dates their boyfriends were taking them on after work. Each time they giggled about what they were expecting, my eyes would roll. With enough practice, I would probably be able to see my brain by the end of the day.

Some of them tried to pry and ask about what my boyfriend had planned for me and all I could muster was a fake smile and say, “Gee, I don’t know! Hopefully nothing too crazy!”

I did my best to match their same level of excitement and enthusiasm, but I kept my expectations low. Not that Mitsuhide didn’t spoil me enough already, I just wasn’t the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day. In fact, I disliked the “holiday” so much that I never even told him about it. He’s been in my time with me for just about a year or so, leaving his wartime life behind. If anything, I should be the one spoiling him for giving up his entire lifestyle just for me.

The minute the clock struck the right time, I bolted out before I could hear anymore girls losing their minds about date night. Even the men in my office were getting out of control, bragging about the night they’re about to have, mainly the after-date activities.

“Now let’s see,” I whipped out my phone, pulling up my list of groceries I needed to pick up. Although I had no faith in this greeting card holiday, I was subtly planning on making Mitsuhide a nice dinner “for no reason,” but I had to act fast if I was going to get it ready before he came home.

I blindly started walking towards the sidewalk when I suddenly felt someone grab my arm. Startled, I turned, ready to punch, but then I found myself frozen stiff. It was Mitsuhide, in the flesh.

“My, that’s quite the greeting,” he smirked, “is it one I haven’t learned yet? Seems fascinating.” He knew full well it wasn’t a greeting at all and that it was just me reacting to suddenly being grabbed, but I was still struggling to find my words for I was still shocked to see him in my front of my work. I wasn’t expecting to see him for several more hours.

“Mi-Mitsuhide!” I gasped, finally finding my words. His hand loosened from my arm only to have his arm wrap around my waist, guiding me down the sidewalk. “Wh-what are you doing here? I thought you were working until 6 tonight?”

“It’s a special night,” he said, casually leaning over to press his lips against my ear, “By your surprise, may I assume you are indeed surprised?”

Special night? My heart sank into my stomach as I came to the realization that he found out about Valentine’s Day. Whether it was the media or maybe even his co-workers, I’m not sure, but one way or another, he knew and thought he got the upper hand on me.

“Surprised, yes,” I shrugged his arm off, trying to be serious, but he kept placing his arm around me, passive-aggressively guiding me down the street, “special night? I don’t know about that one. Mitsuhide, if you want to do something for tonight, we can do it in the privacy of our own home! So will you please just-!”

“Don’t be absurd,” he boasted, my struggle with his arm didn’t seem to phase him as he suddenly stopped, “tonight is a special night to celebrate our love, wouldn’t you agree?” I didn’t even notice there was a black luxury car right in front of us. He opened the door for me and urged me to go inside; I didn’t protest. The minute he closed the door behind him, the driver at the front took off. He must’ve already had a destination for us.

“Mitsuhide, please!” I begged, keeping my voice low enough so the driver couldn’t hear, “we can celebrate our love any and every night, we don’t need one day out of the year to give us permission!”

“Reservations have already been made, my dear,” his smirk somehow got sneakier than normal, “and I’ve already paid for everything.” I huffed in dismay, accepting defeat. He took notice to my soft grunt and pulled me into his arms, nuzzling his face into my hair, murmuring, “Just relax and let’s enjoy our evening together.”

I knew he was right. There was nothing I could do now except enjoy our “special night” and hope I could squeeze in something about not doing anything for Valentine’s Day in the future.

It didn’t take long to get to our destination, or least it was hard to tell since all my attention was on snuggling my man in the backseat of a luxury car. We were brought to a seaside restaurant just on the outskirts of the city. Exiting the car, I could already see the long line of couples waiting to be seated, but Mitsuhide escorted me directly to the hostess who immediately directed us to our table.

My concern escalated when the seating hostess weaved through the maze of booths and tables, dimly lit with kerosene lanterns and candles to fit the mood of the evening. The further back we went, the more expensive the tables looked as they were decorated with little lights and bushels of roses, and yet we still get going.

At last we arrived at a door, which the seating hostess happily opened for us. I couldn’t help but smile as I stepped onto the sandy beach. The sound of the ocean waves and the smell of the sea breeze simply swept me off my feet. Our table was at the very end of the perimeter, closest to the beach, but furthest away from any table. The timing was perfect as sunset was just beginning over the ocean.

We got comfortable in our over-sized cushioned wicker chair, large enough for just two people, and the hostess finally left us alone with one menu. I didn’t even get the chance to pick it up before a waiter came swinging around with two glasses of champagne.

“Mitsuhide,” I sighed happily, picking up my ice cold glass, “color me impressed and wee bit speechless!”

“Only the best for you,” he winked before taking a swig. I sipped at my beverage, glancing down at the menu before me, pretending to read it. Knowing him, he’d see through me in a heartbeat if I tried to act like nothing was on my mind. In fact, he probably already knows.

“How did you find out about Valentine’s Day?” I asked nonchalantly, holding my glass up to the sun setting on the glittering horizon, watching the bubbles rise up as I awaited his answer. There’s no point in beating around the bush with this man, asking him straight up was the best strategy.

“I’ve heard my co-workers mention something like that,” his arm once again wrapped around me, holding me close to him, “but after a little digging, it didn’t seem all that interesting to me.”

“…wait, so then-” my words trailed off as I snapped my gaze up at him, his profile lit by the harsh light. Dumbfounded, my gut wrenched at the reason we’re here, unable to understand, “if we’re not here for Valentine’s Day, then… why are we here?”

It had been way too long since I’ve seen Mitsuhide this puzzled, his eyes wide with curiosity for he, too, wasn’t understanding something, which only made ME more confused. I refused to believe this “special night” was just a night he had planned for us that coincidentally landed on every single couple’s “special night!”

“Have I done something wrong?” Mitsuhide scratched the side of his head with his long finger, genuinely baffled. “I’m sure I did my investigation carefully and got all the facts-”

I tuned him out when he trailed off like this. Ever since arriving in the modern day, he’s done anything and everything to learn modern customs. In fact, he almost lived at the library for two weeks when he first discovered it. Now we just have a mountain of books in a corner of our apartment; his research corner. He’s always interested in seeing what he’s learned “in action” so we’d go out see if it really played out the way he expected it to. If it ever didn’t, he always got like this, explaining his research and investigations. Whatever he thought he found in his “modern domestic research,” he misunderstood something.

“Slow down,” I soothed, trying to hold back my laughter as I set my glass down so I could face him fully, “slow down, slow down! Now, skip all the mumbo jumbo about investigating and tell me what this special night really is about?”

His gorgeous golden eyes faced me completely, stealing my breath away. There was a small moment of silence between us, most likely him trying to figure out the best way to tell me without explaining everything from the beginning.

“One year ago, on this day,” the seriousness in his voice kept me on the fine edge of anticipation, “I arrived here in this time with you and we started our modern lives together. I read that it’s customary for couples to celebrate anniversaries like this. Am I… incorrect?”

Not only was he correct, but he was 110% correct and I was 110% moron. I couldn’t believe myself! I completely forgot that we arrived one year ago today!

The day we arrived, we were both sent to the hospital, mostly thanks to Sasuke, and after that it was nothing but hard work to adjust him to modern life and for me to pick up where I left off. THEN, with all this craziness about Valentine’s Day that I’ve been blocking out of my mind, our anniversary of our lives together didn’t even come into mind.

“No, Mitsuhide,” I lowered my head, hoping to give myself some time to stop the tears threatening to flow, “You’re right, you’re absolutely right. Today is a very special day and I’m so very happy that you-”

“You forgot, didn’t you?”

I didn’t have to see his face to know he was smiling that awful, teasing, evil smile!

“Of course I DIDN’T!” I scoffed, hitting his shoulder. “I was just shocked that you even cared or that you even wanted to do anything like this on today of all days!”

“Leave it to you to forget the important things,” he teased, pretending to defend himself from another hit. Our playful banter went on until the waiter came over to take our order. I couldn’t stop smiling throughout the entire dinner and even on our way home, my heart nearly bursting knowing that this day will mean something completely different to us, something that we have for ourselves, nobody else.

[starlitsummermoon]

Hey there! May I please request an IkeRev Sirius dom/sub smut for your Valentine’s Day intake of requests? Thank you ❤️

“Sirius! We can’t! Not here!” Alice loudly whispered as her boyfriend carefully shut the door behind them. The Black Army was hosting a gala in celebration of the war being brought to an end and the real enemy being taken down. Everyone was dressed so elegantly, including Alice herself. Sirius just had to get a taste before the festivities continued, pulling her away from ever-growing crowd and into an adjoining room that was to remain empty for the evening.

Guiding her to cabinets placed near the center of the room, he twirled her into his arms, the skirt of cocktail dress billowing out. 

“You look gorgeous,” he assured, hooking his finger underneath her chin to direct her attention to him as he leaned in, craning his neck to her level. Even in the darkness of the room, her eyes lit up, freezing in his arms. She jumped a little in his arms, gasping as she felt his other hand slip underneath her short skirt. Taking advantage of her parted lips, he stole a kiss.

“I can’t have you socializing at this party looking like this,” murmuring in her ear, he massaged the supple skin of her ass, pleased to find it bare and free of panties, “and it’s not as though you weren’t expecting this from me.”

“I, uhm, was just trying to, uh, plan for l-later tonight,” relieved that any words were able to form a single sentence, Alice knew her excuse wouldn’t fly. With no trouble at all, Sirius picked her up with one arm and placed her atop the cabinet before them. Prying her knees apart, he pushed himself as close as he could, her skirt bundled up to her waist.

“Of course you were,” chuckling, Sirius shrugged off his formal wear, the heavy medals hitting the rug with a loud thud, “We’ve got to be quick before anyone notices we’re missing.”

“R-right,” Alice agreed.

“Now then,” he grinned, his fingertips tracing her outer labia, “start unbuckling my belt so I can get my pants off.”

“Okay, but why do you want me- ooh, mmm!” her words were cut off as he inserted a finger, and then a second.

“Be a good girl and do as I say. As you can see, my fingers are a bit pre-occupied.”

She was quick to do as she was told, the faster the better, even with her head up in the clouds as his fingers rhythmically entered her. Wiggling his trousers to the floor, he began using his thumb to rub her slick, swollen clit.

“Mmmm, oh, Sirius, I-”

“Take off your dress.”

“W-what? But I-”

“You’re already starting to sweat,” he smirked, “we can’t ruin your dress with the party just starting.”

Her fingers trembled as they pulled the ribbons loose. The top of her dress fell into her lap, her nipples getting hard and erect from the rush of cold air. His large hand palmed one of her breasts, watching the flesh rise like dough in between his fingers with each squeeze. Writhing beneath his touch, he retracted his fingers from the warmth of her entrance only to replace it with his hard member.

The glass doors of the cabinet rattled under them, his thrusts gradually becoming faster and harder, just like her breathing. Just on the other side of the door, that party went on, loud enough so that no one could hear the commotion next door.

[starlitsummermoon]

♥Starlit’s Valentine’s Request Prompt 2020 ♥

Want a sexy night with your man for Valentine’s Day~? How about just a sweet date~?

For Valentine’s Day, I will be taking special requests! All you have to do is name the character you want with a theme from either the SMUT list or the FLUFF list (IN AN ASK PLEASE). The words from the list will be the theme of your Valentine’s Date request~

Here’s the rules:

Send me only ONE character and ONE theme!

Only ONE request per user!

Please request characters from IkeSen, IkeRev, IkeVam, or MidCin!

And that’s all!

SMUT:

Lingerie

Dom/Sub

Stripping

Restraints

Sweets~ (chocolate, whipped cream, strawberries, etc.)

FLUFF:

Roses

Romantic/Surprise Date

I’m accepting the requests NOW so I can get a jumpstart on them and they’ll be posted the week of Valentines~!

All requests must be sent in an ask and MUST have only ONE character and ONE theme~! Otherwise it will be ignored (sorry)

The cut-off date is still undetermined, so if send your requests now~!

-Starlit

[starlitsummermoon]

Hello! I’m the one that requested a Masamune x reader Valentine’s Day Whipped cream theme nsfw! If u didn’t write it yet can I please change masamune to Vincent from Ikémenvampire? Thx!

“Am I doing this right?”

“Yes, just like that, Vincent.”

With a quick flick of the wrist, the dollop of whipped cream beautifully adorned the piece of pie. The peak curled so delicately as it was separated from the spoon.

“Wow, you’re talent isn’t just limited to the canvas!” she exclaimed. Like a magnet, a fork flew into her hand, wasting no time in tasting a bite full of pie and whipped cream. “Mmmm! So good!”

“The sweet white cream does add another depth of flavor,” Vincent chuckled, swallowing a bite of his own piece of pie. “It’s so delightful!”

“It’s whipped cream, Vincent,” she smiled, “and you can put it on almost anything to make it sweeter!”

“Can I put it on you?”

The room grew still, her fork stopping half-way cutting the next bite. She was shocked at herself, being caught off-guard by an idea that she herself was just thinking of mere moments ago.

“Vincent-”

“I’m-! I’m sorry!” his cheeks grew red, bolting up from his seat as he silently excused himself from the table.

‘What was I thinking?’ he thought, marching off to the bedroom. ‘She must think I’m a fool…’ His inner monologue was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Vincent?” it was her on the other side. “Can I come in?”

His heart leaped into his throat, his cheeks burning hotter than before. Nonetheless, he swallowed the lump in his throat and mustered up the courage to open the door, only to be surprised. Standing topless in his door frame, her nipples were messily covered with whipped cream. The lump he just swallowed completely missed his stomach and appeared in his crotch.

“Better hurry,” she cooed, fluttering her eyelids, “I can feel it melting.” His eyes glanced down and saw the sweet white cream slowly sliding off. Diving in, he quickly lapped up the cream on one breast and then switched to the other, leaving no trace behind.

A chill ran across her skin as she felt his fangs lightly graze her flesh as his tongue swirled around her nipples. She held back a whimper as he switched back to the other breast, ensuring it was clean.

“That was delicious,” Vincent rose back up, closing the already small gap between them, “Are there other places we can put it?”

Her fingers slid down and stroked the bulge pushing against her thigh. Leaning in, she licked off the bits of whipped cream lingering around the edge of his lips. His tongue caught hers, tasting what little sweetness it gathered.

“We can put it anywhere you like,” she giggled in between breaths, their kiss growing more passionate, “we can even put it on you, if you’d like.” His bulge got harder at the suggestion. Breaking their kiss, his lips moved to her open chest, leaving red marks in the valley between her breasts.

“Not just yet,” his hot breath cooled the saliva he left on her skin, “I want to taste more of it on you first.”

[starlitsummermoon]

Kenshin, lingerie? Thank you 💙💙💙

“How much longer are you going to keep me waiting?” Kenshin asked lowly, trying to disguise his thin patience. Fiddling with the hilt of his sword to distract himself, he flicked his eyes back and forth from the sword and the lantern.

“I’m- I’m almost ready,” she assured with hints of struggle in her tone, “just give me a few more minutes.” He heard a soft thud of clothes hit the floor and rustling behind the privacy of the screen, further peaking his curiosity.

A few days ago, she approached with him with a new idea for their alone time, something to make things a bit more interesting. She refused to tell him what it was, insisting it was surprise. Before, he showed no interest, but it meant so much to her, he promised he would entertain her idea.

“O-okay,” she called out, poking her head out from the edge of the screen, “I’m ready now.” Kenshin’s attention centered to the screen as he watched her slowly reveal herself.

She wore a form-fitting bodice crafted from leftover kimono fabric that covered the bottom half of her breasts to the very top of her hips and netting that covered her legs to the very tips of her toes. Twirling around as she approached him, she giggled at the sight of him becoming speechless.

“What… is-” Kenshin was lost for words as he heaved himself off the floor and closed the distance between them, immediately pulling her into his arms.

“In my time, partners do sexy things like this for each other,” she explained, wrapping her arms around his neck, “I did my best with the materials I had available, but I had to ask Sasuke to get me the netting.”

“Know you made this, I’ll do my best to be gentle with it,” cupping her face with one hand, his other hand rubbed all over her body, attempting to find a knot or anything that could pull it loose, “and I greatly appreciate the effort you went through just to be more enticing for me…”

“But?”

“But whether you’re wearing the finest kimono or nothing at all, I desire you all the same,” his lips captured the giggle that rose to hers, his free hand finding the knot holding her outfit together. As his tongue slipped in, her outfit slipped off. Pressing her body against his, she was able to stop most of it from falling to the floor.

“You shouldn’t hide your skin from me,” Kenshin moved his lips down to her chest, his tongue trailing down the entire way, “if you want to keep your garment in one piece.” With teeth running along her collarbone and both arms tightly wrapped around her, he slowly brought her to the floor, each nip forcing a sweet gasp from her lips.

“Call me sadistic,” her words mixed with her heavy breathing, concentrating on the calloused hands rubbing all over her body, increasing the heat consuming her, “but I like seeing you get all worked up just to get to me.”

“Seems cruel to do that to someone who’s devoted to you,” displeased with her comment, he snatched one of her nipples in his teeth and flicked it vigorously with his tongue. Thrashing beneath him, he held her down with the weight of his own body, not even attempting to hold back his satisfied grin.

‘But it’s not as though I don’t relate,’ he thought as one of his hands slid down between her thighs.

[starlitsummermoon]

IkeVamp Theo, fluff, roses. Thank you!

The brisk morning chilled her fingers numb, walking through the streets with Theo as her escort. The warm orange of dawn’s light had barely begun to overwhelm the dark blue of the night sky, growing brighter and brighter with each passing minute. With her arm wrapped around his, he placed his hand atop of hers, flashing her a quick smile before he noticed just how cold her hands were, quickly turning from grin to grimace.

“Should we come back later when it’s a bit warmer?” Theo asked, stopping them in the middle of the street to shrug off his coat. Draping it over her shoulders, he rubbed his hands up and down her arms to ensure the heat of his coat would transfer.

“Theo, please,” she giggled softly, looking around at the early-birds passing by them, slightly embarrassed, “there’s no need for that. I’m fine, really! My hands just get cold easily.”

Unconvinced, he caught her hands in his, clasping them tightly as he mumbled, “What’s so important that we need to be out this early?”

Ignoring his complaints, she used his hold on her hands to her benefit, pulling him along as she continued her way down the street. Small shops started setting up for the day, filling their stands with goods. The grin on her face grew as she approached one of her favorites: the flower shop.

“Wow, Theo!” she gasped, tightening her grip on his hand as she pulled him harder, “Look! They have roses today!” The elderly couple that owned the business brought out the bushels of roses, carefully setting them into place for their customers. With a range of options from whites to yellows and even pinks, she was immediately drawn to the rich color of the classic red color.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” she smiled, letting go of Theo’s hand so she could pick up one of the smaller bundles, prettily wrapped together with black and purple ribbon. The velvet petals kissed her nose and chin as she nearly dove in face first.

The simple glee expressed on her face was enough to make him smile and even brought an unfamiliar warmth to his face, burning his cheeks brighter than the roses nearly hiding her face. The bright glow of the ever rising morning sun added an ethereal glow to her hair and skin, setting his heart racing. Seeing her so happy brought a smile to his face, until-

“Ssss!” pain seethed through her teeth, the roses falling from her hands. His inhuman reflexes caught the roses just before they hit the cobblestone at her feet. He froze, crouched, the hand holding the bundle of roses trembling as he fought to compose himself. Slowly standing back up, his posture straightened as the enticing smell of blood filled his flared nostrils. 

“S-sorry!” she apologized, clutching one hand to her bosom while the other was placed on Theo’s shoulder in concern. His hand snatched hers, pulling it away from her chest. Quick as a flash, he rushed her to the nearest ally, away from any onlookers. She was hardly given a chance to realize what just happened when he brought her hand up to his lips, a drop of blood trickling down her finger.

“You should be more careful, my knabbeltje,” his voice dropped low, almost growling. His choice of words caught her off-guard for she hadn’t heard him call her that in some time. She was about to respond defensively, but his eyes kept her speechless.

“Spilling your precious blood in front of me like this,” his tone dropped even lower, his mouth salivating as he pushed her up against the stone walls, “you know it drives me crazy, and I don’t like others seeing us like this.” The tip of his tongue ran up her finger, lapping up every bit of blood, his hot breath tickling her cold finger.

Her fingers trembled, collapsing in his arms, his lips softer than the rose petals she touched moments ago.

[starlitsummermoon]

just one thing Mitsuhide being the sub and mc the dom for the valentine

“You’re late,” she scoffed, leaning back in her chair as she folded her leg over her knee, twirling a piece of her between her fingers.

“Apologies, Mistress,” Mitsuhide bowed deeply, closing the door behind him. “It won’t happen again.” Shrugging off his long, velvety robe, he approached her with his hands behind his back wearing nothing but black bow tie. His amber eyes immediately fell on her black lace bra and matching black heels, and nothing else. “How may I please my Mistress today?”

“That apology was pathetic,” her eyelashes fluttered, her seductive smirk pierced her cheeks, “You can start by kissing my feet and working your way up. Slowly.” Her leg unfolded, waiting impatiently for her toy to get to work. Well aware of her lack of mercy, he lowered himself to his knees in front of her.

“May I?” holding out his hands and lowering his head, he humbly asked for her foot closest to him. With her satisfied huff, she slightly raised her foot into his ready hands. A smirk adorned his face as he brought her leg up to his level, pressing his lips against her skin.

Starting at the toe of her glistening black shoes, his lips explored every curve and angle of the top of her foot. His ears tickled with the sound of her giggles as he slowly worked his way up.

Reaching her delicate ankles, her giggles turned to squeals, her foot twirling with glee. He wanted to hear more of her uncontrollable excitement, but he knew if he stepped one toe out of line, he would be punished. It was a risk worth taking. The tip of his tongue slipped passed his lips, faintly flicking against her ankle.

The laughter stopped and her body froze seconds before pulling her foot out of his grasp and firmly setting it on the floor. Standing up from her seat, she eyed him down.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to taste my skin,” she pondered, lifting up her foot again, placing it on his chest. With one hefty push, she shoved him to the floor, flat on his back.

“I couldn’t resist, Mistress,” Mitsuhide grinned, unable to control his eagerness, “you taste so good.”

“Is that so?” she asked, tilting her head. Stepping over him with both feet on either side of his head. “Well, then I guess I better give you something to keep that tongue of yours busy.”

She lowered herself down to her knees, pushing her folds over his lips. Shivers ran over her body as his tongue started to perform long, slow strokes. Arching her back from the pleasure, she reached behind her and firmly grasped his erection. A loud grunt tickled her folds.

“Settle down,” she demanded, tightening her grip on him, “You’ve still got a while before I’ll let you go.”

[starlitsummermoon]

Hello~

First, I want to thank EVERYONE who submitted a request! I’m so happy and a bit speechless at the response to this prompt~ Thank you~!

With that being said, I’m going to close requests for this prompt now. There’s more than enough requests to keep me busy for a while~!

All responses will be start to be posted a few days before Valentine’s Day. I’m working on them now so hopefully I can finish them all and they’ll just be queued for several days that week.

Thank you all~ 💜

-Starlit

♥Starlit’s Valentine’s Request Prompt 2020 ♥

Want a sexy night with your man for Valentine’s Day~? How about just a sweet date~?

For Valentine’s Day, I will be taking special requests! All you have to do is name the character you want with a theme from either the SMUT list or the FLUFF list (IN AN ASK PLEASE). The words from the list will be the theme of your Valentine’s Date request~

Here’s the rules:

Send me only ONE character and ONE theme!

Only ONE request per user!

Please request characters from IkeSen, IkeRev, IkeVam, or MidCin!

And that’s all!

SMUT:

Lingerie

Dom/Sub

Stripping

Restraints

Sweets~ (chocolate, whipped cream, strawberries, etc.)

FLUFF:

Roses

Romantic/Surprise Date

I’m accepting the requests NOW so I can get a jumpstart on them and they’ll be posted the week of Valentines~!

All requests must be sent in an ask and MUST have only ONE character and ONE theme~! Otherwise it will be ignored (sorry)

The cut-off date is still undetermined, so if send your requests now~!

-Starlit

[starlitsummermoon]

Reblogging this for the weekend~!

Please remember to send ALL requests in an ask with a character and theme word~!

♥Starlit’s Valentine’s Request Prompt 2020 ♥

Want a sexy night with your man for Valentine’s Day~? How about just a sweet date~?

For Valentine’s Day, I will be taking special requests! All you have to do is name the character you want with a theme from either the SMUT list or the FLUFF list (IN AN ASK PLEASE). The words from the list will be the theme of your Valentine’s Date request~

Here’s the rules:

Send me only ONE character and ONE theme!

Only ONE request per user!

Please request characters from IkeSen, IkeRev, IkeVam, or MidCin!

And that’s all!

SMUT:

Lingerie

Dom/Sub

Stripping

Restraints

Sweets~ (chocolate, whipped cream, strawberries, etc.)

FLUFF:

Roses

Romantic/Surprise Date

I’m accepting the requests NOW so I can get a jumpstart on them and they’ll be posted the week of Valentines~!

All requests must be sent in an ask and MUST have only ONE character and ONE theme~! Otherwise it will be ignored (sorry)

The cut-off date is still undetermined, so if send your requests now~!

-Starlit

[datenoriko]

many thanks! 💙

hi~ I saw the post about the Valentine's day prompt and would love to make a request for Masamune-san and a lingerie theme please~ sending you virtual hugs for saying thanks! 💙

@lonely-emo-mcr

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The soft fluffy hem of her blue baby doll lingerie tickled her stomach as she lied on the couch. Masamune’s strong hands carefully gripping her thighs just underneath her knee as he rhythmically pumped his hard member into her, the satin ribbons of her lace knee-high stockings caressing his fingertips.

 “Nnn!” she grunted, biting down on her lip. Gripping the armrest just above her head to give herself some stability for his thrusts were gradually becoming rougher, but he couldn’t help it. When she walked out wearing hardly anything, he immediately pounced.

“Am I being a little too rough for ya, kitten?” he grinned, pushing her knees back further so he could penetrate deeper. She tossed her head back into the cushion, her breathing growing heavier. The delicate fabric of her lingerie was already struggling to hold in her ample breasts, but now they were uncontrollably bouncing about, free from any clothing. His tongue swiped across his lips at the sight, increasing his excitement.

“N-no!” she pleaded. “Keep- keep going!”

Work had kept them both busy for the last few weeks and this was the first weekend they had off together. She wanted to make it special, so she went out to buy something sexy she thought he’d enjoy. After dinner, she asked him to wait on the sofa while she changed into “something more comfortable.” He wasted absolutely no time and pounced the instant she emerged from their room, his shirt thrown off before he reached her and his pants hitting the floor as he guided her to the sofa. She didn’t want him to slow down now.

He denied her request. With a hard thrust, he was desperate to get as deep as possible before stopping. Leaning down, his tongue started flicking her erect nipples which had been teasing him ever since they popped out. Keeping her knees back, he slowly kept pushing in deeper, his tongue flicking between his harsh suckles.

“M-Masamune!” she cried out. Her fingernails dug into the fabric of the sofa, her knuckles turning white. Flames of delight flicked at her flesh, her body thrashing beneath the man who held her down. His lips trembled against her skin as he felt her walls engulf his manhood with pulsating heat, her cries deliciously ringing in his ears.

After patiently waiting for her climax to subside, Masamune sat up straight, his tongue lapping at his lips as he eyed down his precious love. Her supple skin glistened with sweat, her body trembled from the previous intensity it experienced, her chest heaved in attempt to catch her breath, and her eyes full of passion and love as they gazed back at him.

“Too much, kitten?” he panted, reaching out to cup her face with his large hand. A large bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, bringing to his attention that the ends of his hair was sticking to his cheeks. Before he didn’t even notice for he was too pre-occupied with his heart nearly bursting from the sight of her.

Placing her delicate hand over his, she nuzzled into his palm, placing a small kiss on his wrist. Tracing his pulse with the tip of her tongue, her eyelids fluttered as she locked his gaze, sultry whispering, “Not enough, my Masamune.”