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I loved your Sasuke fic so much I figured I’d come back for more (if you’re willing)! What about Sasuke with envy and 😘!

I do love some Sasuke. Best ninja ever! Approx. 1400 words of envy and awkward romance!

Sasuke stood at the edge of the garden, his presence obscured by the natural flow of greenery. Hiding in plain sight was a moderately awesome ninja skill, and one he honed to perfection. Today though, he wanted very much to be seen. The temptation to step into view set a tension in his legs and torso, an unpleasant tug-of war between competing desires.

Only a little ways away, Kenshin knelt on a sandy path beside the chatelaine, their knees almost touching. Bunnies romped all around them, going between the two for attention and back out into the garden to nibble. It was a moment of perfect romance, with the smell of fresh blossoms on the warm spring air and warm afternoon light giving the scene a golden glow.

It didn’t help that Kenshin was, objectively, beautiful. His pale, delicate hair, porcelain skin, an intense gaze that only softened when he looked at the bunnies or at Mai. He was graceful, strong, and powerful. A presence that commanded attention. The complete opposite of a ninja that could and did disappear completely into the background.

The ninja felt something solid in his throat, a pressure as if he might choke. An acid bile that crept into his mouth and made everything sharp and sour. He wanted Mai to see him. To give him all of her attention, in a way that went beyond friendship - something he would not yet admit to himself.

He told himself it was better this way. Better for the chatelaine, and for him. Because he would have to say goodbye, and goodbyes with friends hurt less when you didn’t let yourself get attached. If only his heart would believe it with him.

Sasuke swallowed, trying to banish the bitterness. He couldn’t be jealous of Mai’s other friends, even when those were ridiculously attractive warlords. He should be glad. Happy for her. With that thought firmly in his mind, he turned to slip away unnoticed. She didn’t need him here, interrupting her time with Kenshin.

“Hey! Sasuke?” Mai’s voice stopped him mid-step.

He wasn’t sure how she’d spotted him. Epic fail. Sasuke turned.

Kenshin gave him a sharp look. “If you cannot hide from one girl, I think you and I need some more training sessions.” His lips curled up in a faint smile. “We can start now.”

“No! Nope! No training in the garden. Especially not with bunnies present.”

“Hmph.” Kenshin crossed his arms. “Later then.”

“So . . . were you just passing by?” Mai stood and patted the dust and bunny hair from her clothes.

Sasuke nodded. He was desperately glad for once that his face was so unreadable. He wasn’t sure what expression he would be making, something between embarrassment and happiness, and affection.

She smiled at him. “Where are you headed? Are you on an errand?”

He wasn’t, actually. This was a day off, which was why he’d gone looking for Mai. But saying so now would only dig the hole deeper. Because then she’d want to know why he was sneaking around, watching her. Stalker vibes did not make for solid friendships! “Yep. On an errand. To the, er, market?”

“Oh! That’s great! I was thinking about heading there later this week to pick up some notions. I am looking for ribbon and embroidery thread. Is it ok if I come with?”

Kenshin’s expression went from faint joy at the thought of chasing Sasuke in a mock-fight to disappointment. “You would leave me? And the bunnies?”

Mai gave him a regretful look. “I’d like to go out with Sasuke today.” She patted his head the way you might do to comfort a child. “We can have bunny time another day. I promise.”

Sasuke expected an outburst from his quixotic boss, but Kenshin just sulked.

“Fine. Another day then. Don’t think I won’t hold you to it.”

She laughed. “I expect no less.” Then Mai held out her hand to Sasuke. “Ready?”

Sasuke blinked. The sun was creating a halo around her smiling face, and little color bursts of light around her. It was too beautiful. She was too beautiful. He reached for her hand and felt her fingers intertwine with his. “Yes.”

He barely noticed walking out of the garden and down onto the road. They surely passed people in the halls, and went through doors and up and down steps. But the only thing in his world was Mai. The feeling of their palms touching. His heart felt as if it would burst and his pulse pounded in his ears, an unhealthy 190 BPM. His skin felt too warm and his clothes too tight.

“I might need to stay in today,” he told her just as they reached the turnoff to go to the market. His voice shook a little as he said it, his throat clenching as if to hold in the words. Because he certainly wanted to spend the day with her. More than anything.

Mai’s eyes widened in concern. “Are you ok? You aren’t getting sick, are you?” She put her wrist to his forehead.

Silk-soft skin, smelling faintly of herbal soap and light perfume sent his heart into an even faster gallop. “I . . . maybe?”

“You don’t have a fever. Maybe you just need some water. Did you eat today?”

Sasuke couldn’t remember if he had or not. Right now, he wasn’t sure he could recall his own name. Her touch felt so - so nice.

“Hmmm.” She pressed her fingers lightly to his neck, sending little shivers through him. “We should definitely sit.” Mai tugged him over to a bench and pulled him down to sit beside her. She leaned lightly into him. “Better?”

It wasn’t, really. The spot on his leg where her thigh almost touched his tingled weirdly. “More symptoms,” he replied, feeling confused. This presented like no disease he knew of.

Mai leaned closer. “Your eyes look ok. Not dilated.”

From this close, she was even prettier. Sasuke could completely understand Shingen’s need to call her an angel. She was that, and more. And he wanted to kiss her. The realization hit him so suddenly that he gasped.

“What is it?” She put a hand on his shoulder.

Her lips were so close. Did friends want to kiss friends? On the lips? Sasuke tried to rein in the urge. Maybe? Maybe they did? “Do you think . . . is it . . .”

“Yes?” She squeezed his shoulder gently.

“That is, would you mind if . . . if I . . .” Sasuke couldn’t seem to get the words out. They tangled on his tongue, impossible to pronounce. His face felt frozen, his throat tight and hot.

She studied his face as if searching for something there. “You can ask me anything.” Mai leaned closer yet, or perhaps it was him, leaning closer to her.

He could feel her breath stir against his cheek. Her lips were only a hairsbreadth from his own. Sasuke swallowed. He thought he might burst into flame, he was so hot under her touch. And irrationally, part of him thought a kiss - just a friendly little mouth to mouth kiss - might help. But he couldn’t push past that paper-thin barrier. Not without permission.

“Oh gross! What are you doing? Sasuke!” Whatever might have been about to happen, it all fell apart with a single voice. Yukimura marched toward them, grimacing. “You can’t sit that close together!”

Mai shot away from Sasuke like she’d been stung. “I - I was just checking for fever.”

“Sure you were.” Yuki scowled at her.

“She - she was. I’m feeling ill.” And he still did. A bit light-headed, but his heart was beginning to calm down. “I think it passed though. I probably just needed to sit.” Yes. Sitting. Not kissing. Not thinking about kissing.

Yukimura snorted. “Whatever. Just don’t be gross where I can see it.”

Sasuke was certain there would be nothing gross about kissing Mai. Nothing at all. He cleared his throat. “Anyway, we were going to the market. Did you want to come? BFF’s invited!”

“Yeah. I better. Otherwise who knows what the boar woman will seduce you into.”

Mai smacked his arm. “I am not a boar woman! And I am not seducing anyone!”

“Sure.” Yuki rolled his eyes.

As the three of them set off, Sasuke noticed a little frown of disappointment on the chatelaine’s lovely lips. Had she wanted to kiss him too? The thought was both exciting and intimidating. Perhaps they could be friends that kissed.

“Don’t look so happy,” Yukimura elbowed him.

“I only look happy because you’re about to lose our race.” Sasuke shot back.

“Our what?” Yuki’s question came a beat late, as the ninja lunged into a run. “Wait up!”

“Hey!” Mai laughed and broke into a run, with Yukimura hot on her heels. Just three friends, enjoying a free day together.

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Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Hold On

Title: Hold On

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Sasuke Sarutobi

Genre: ;)))))

Warnings: ;)))))

Kinks: Oral, orgasm denial, exhibitionism

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2185

Requested by: @nerd4rice (I’d hold on to something if I were you)

Other comments: good lord this is spicy

You close the door behind you and exhale softly, relaxing for the first time all day. Nobunaga had taken you to town to show you off to visiting vassals who would possibly take interest in you. The entire day had worn you out, so you are happy to be back and in your room. Despite being in a different time period for little time, you had adapted to the different life rather quickly.

The only thing you hadn’t quite adjusted to yet was…

Spinning around, you come face to face with Sasuke. He pulls down this mask, revealing a sly smile. “How interesting that Nobunaga is trying to marry you off so quickly. I did not predict this would happen.”

“That’s what he’s trying to do?!”

Sasuke takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours before pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m afraid so.”

You blush slightly at his forwardness. Usually Sasuke is much more reserved than this. Perhaps learning that Nobunaga was considering his options has pushed him to be more intimate with you? Whatever the cause, you don’t mind at all. You missed Sasuke all day, so you are very happy to see him.

His other hands lands on your waist, beckoning you closer. Sasuke smells like summer – musky from the humid outdoors and there is also a faint hint of cherry blossom lingering on his collar. You pick a flower from his dark robes, the bright pink color standing out from his garments.

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happy lesbian visibility week!! here's my sdv farmer and haley (my beauatiful gorgours wife)

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fiction-in-my-blood · 2 years

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More mc!!! My pal thought their name was McSheepy so I’m officially naming this mc: Mic! (Pronounced mick)

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Santa’s Little Helper (Shaw x MC)

Here is my Dec 14th entry for @voltage-vixen’s “Tis the Season for Smut 2.0″ Challenge. And I made it on time! Christmas miracle. Thanks to the ever awesome @voltage-vixen for the challenge. Hope you all enjoy!

Santa’s Little Helper (Shaw x MC)

MLQC

Tis the Season for Smut Challenge- Dec 14th: “Why sit on Santa’s lap when you can sit on mine?”

Warnings: Semi-public sex, fingering, improper(?) use of evol (Full disclosure, I know nothing about electric sex toys. I just know they exist.)

“C’mon. Are you done yet or what?” Shaw’s irritated voice grated on your ears. Why or why had you asked him to come Christmas shopping with you? Was it because you kept canceling plans with him? No, that couldn’t be it. Shaw was notorious for texting you 20 minutes before whatever… activity you two had scheduled. And he never gave reasons! At least you were decent enough to explain why you couldn’t make it to a live that night, or the reason you couldn’t eat your weight in ramen. But Shaw was never that considerate. It was usually just a “change of plans. Contact you later” text. I mean, who was supposed to not worry with something like that?! You stomped your foot, before realizing you were in public. Hoping that your internal tantrum had gone unnoticed, you quickly shot a look around the mall. Luckily, none of the other last minute shoppers had seen your outburst. Shaw’s amused chuckle, however, alerted you to the fact that he had seen it all. Well, whatever. He should see it since he was the one who caused it. So instead of apologizing for your aggression, you tilted your nose up and headed to a rather garish and cluttered jewelry store. Kitty’s Corner was displayed proudly, the smell of bubblegum hitting your nose before you entered the store. It seemed like everything in sight was either pink or frilly, sales clerk included. She flashed you a bright smile as she twirled her curly pink locks. You smiled back at her, and held back a sigh. You didn’t really want to shop here, but it would be rude to leave when you just entered. It was all Shaw’s fault! So you forced yourself to browse the shelves, not really seeing anything that caught your eye until you hit a small display case near Hello Kitty charms and rings. There was a rather tame silver bracelet with delicate lavender gemstones studded along the top nestled on top of a white pillow. Shifting your bags to one arm, you ran your fingers gently along it.

“The stones are the same color as Shaw’s hair,” you thought absentmindedly, feeling a wave of affection for the annoying man. You flipped the bracelet over to check for the price tag. Oh. You immediately set it down. No amount of affection was worth that price tag. You turned around to search for Shaw. He was standing by the edge of the entrance as if he would burst into flames if he entered the store. He had his phone out, a small smirk at whatever he was looking at. It still blew your mind sometimes that he was related to Gavin.Though they shared the same striking amber eyes, Gavin’s face was ruggedly handsome while Shaw’s held a hint of boyish charm. Gavin was thick and sturdy, while Shaw’s form was lithe and slender. And don’t get started on their personalities. Given how stoic Gavin was, it was still quite easy to call him a dear and close friend. You wouldn’t dare to call Shaw an acquaintance on the best of days. He must have felt your prolonged gaze because he suddenly looked up. Feeling embarrassed at having been caught checking him out, you quickly averted your eyes to the ground before walking back over to him after shooting the sales lady one last smile. For once, he held his tongue. He put his phone away, and snatched some of the heavier bags from your hands. It caught you off guard, and you didn’t let go of the bags. Shaw rolled his eyes, glaring down at you.

“Geez. I’m not tryin’ to rob you or something. We both know you’re too weak to hold all this junk. Besides, all your gifts suck.” He laughed at your angry face, before walking away. Seriously… had you indulged in too much eggnog when you texted him? You made a face at his retreating back, childishly sticking your tongue out as you pulled at your eye. Dragging your feet as you followed behind him, you soaked up the atmosphere of the mall. Christmas had always been your favorite time. The hustle and bustle of the holiday season, the beautiful and over the top holiday light displays, and the wonderful smell of gingerbread and cinnamon that seemed to linger in all the stores. You loved seeing the chubby cheeked faces of children, rosy with the cold as they pressed their faces against toy stores. You loved gift giving, over eating with friends and family. Though you had never gotten to celebrate it romantically, it was still a hopeful dream. Shaw had slowed his pace to match yours. The two of you walked side by side in silence. You took the chance to steal peeks at him. Honestly when he wasn’t speaking, Shaw was quite attractive. You had thought so since the first time you had met him on the bus. You walked with him aimlessly, not sure where he was going, but enjoying the comfortable silence too much to ask. Besides, the answer came soon enough as your nose was assaulted with all the delicious smells of the food court. Pulling out two chairs, Shaw plopped down lazily in one and gestured at you to sit in the other. He threw the bags on the table and let out a long sigh.

“Shopping is such a pain. I’m sure your feet are sore too. Never understand why you girls wear heels everywhere.”

You decided to be the bigger person, and not respond to Shaw. Truth be told, your feet were kinda’ sore. You had put off all your Christmas shopping until the week before. Not because you didn’t want to, but it was always so busy at work before Christmas and New Year that when you had free time, you just wanted to sleep. Once again, Shaw pulled out his phone. His face seemed more focused than before when you were in the store, and you let your eyes drift over his fingers that flew over his obscured screen with a purpose. You had noticed before how nice his hands were. Long, thin fingers. Wide palms clad in his fingerless gloves. You noticed that this pair too was worn down at the knuckles. Smiling to yourself, you decided to get him a new pair tomorrow when you were done with work. Suddenly, Shaw snapped his fingers in front of your face, a little blue spark flaring between his thumb and forefinger. You jumped and glared at him.

“You know, there are more normal ways to get someone’s attention than threatening them, Shaw.” He scoffed, a small playful smile on his face as he leaned towards you. You moved back on instinct, and his smile grew.

“Well, when someone’s calling your name for a few seconds and there’s no response…” Shaw trailed off. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Besides,” he said in a low, teasing voice. “There’s some other ways I can use my evol that are less… threatening. Let me know if you wanna’ find out what they are.”

You looked at him for a moment, a look of disbelief on your face. Was Shaw flirting with you?? He turned back to his phone so nonchalantly, you felt like you hallucinated the whole moment. You cleared your throat, and looked around at all the different food spots. Slapping your hands on the table, you cleared your throat.

“Right. Well while we’re here, we should get something to eat. What are you in the mood for?” Shaw rolled his eyes at your question, propping his feet up on the table.

“Go get yourself something. I’ll sit here with the bags until you get back.” You nodded and made your way to a stand that advertised smoothies and fresh salads. Knowing that you were about to indulge over the upcoming weeks, you wanted to play it safe for now. Still, your eyes drifted over to the French fry place, mouth watering at the kimchi fries someone was happily paying for. He walked past you, the smell drifting towards you. You ‘hmphed’, trying to stay firm in your resolve. Unfortunately, when you were handed your smoothie, it began to weaken considerably. You sulked back to your seat, stomach gurgling loudly. There was no way this smoothie was going to satisfy you. But as you sat down, you let your head fill with thoughts of bbq, rice cake soup, and cake that you’d be able to enjoy with Minor, Kiki, and Willow. Since you were all single, you enjoyed having a little celebration at Willow’s apartment. You exchanged gifts, had drinks, and ate as much as you all could before putting on cheesy holiday movies. Maybe you would be able to get Victor to make you pudding. Your thoughts of food were interrupted by Shaw’s disbelieving noise.

“That all you eatin’?” You nodded, a glare on your face directed at the table next to the two of you. It was the guy from the kimchi stand, and his fries looked even more delicious as he and his friend dug in. “Must be nice,” you thought to yourself. The delicious flavors of lychee and pear burst over your tongue, but you weren’t happy. Shaw swung his legs off of the table, and stood up. He walked off without saying a word. You weren’t surprised. He was probably on his way to grab food. A while passed, and he still hadn’t returned. You figured he probably had to go to the bathroom before he grabbed food so you pulled out your own phone and pulled up Miracle Finder’s social media page. You liked to check for any posts about the show, though it wasn’t really your job outside office hours. You guys tried hard to keep your presence in the social world, and posted things that weren’t just about the show. When you made this move, you had actually seen an increase in both followers and viewers of the show. Currently, you guys were running a survey on what holiday esque evols the audience would like to see. So far your worker Santa and an adorable grandmother of 10 who could create multi colored light shows with her hands were in the lead. You sucked down the last bit of your smoothie. Maybe a cold drink wasn’t the wisest choice, but whatever. You were getting impatient while waiting for Shaw’s return. What the heck could be keeping him? You were contemplating calling him when he plopped back down in his seat, startling you with his sudden arrival. He flashed a lazy smirk at your jumpiness, and you resumed your glare from earlier before you smelled the delicious aroma of the take away container he had set down on the table. He shot you a knowing look as he opened the lid. Kimchi fries. Shaw tossed a fork your way before picking up one of his own.

“Eat,” he said before grabbing a forkful of his own. You shook your head, not wanting to give in to temptation coupled with the desire to not display your regret at only getting a smoothie. Honestly, that was wasted on Shaw. He shrugged before continuing to devour the greasy meal in front of you. You lasted for one more of his mouthfuls before you threw your resolve to the wind. Picking up your own utensil, you dug in. You let out a groan of appreciation after a particularly cheesy bite. Had anything ever tasted so good? Shaw shot a smile at you, sipping a cup that clearly wasn’t from the food court. You knew his gross soda combo was in there, but you didn’t want to ponder about where it had come from. Instead you just stuffed your face more. Everything was acceptable when you had kimchi fries. Except for when the container was down to the last two bites. Shaw made a show of throwing his fork down and commenting on how full he was. You tried (and failed) to keep the smile off your face. Maybe Shaw wasn’t so bad after all. That thought was immediately erased by him making fun of the sauce on your face. Such a little shit.

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fiction-in-my-blood · 3 years

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Drew some demon!Simeon in @mariquita_scadoodles (instagram) design!

He can be your angle or your devil

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fiction-in-my-blood · 3 years

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Hey love! I came across your blog and OMG! I'm so in love! Do you mind if I request something too?

May I request July 14th - Summer fling for Ikemen Sengoku Nobunaga please? I don't have a particular request, other than it being Nobunaga × MC.

Have a great day!

Hi Nonny darling! ((You guys, I have such a praise kink and getting called love just... AHHH. xD)) I absolutely insist you request. I haven't written Nobunaga much, so this should be fun!

This is part of @voltage-vixen's summer of smut event.

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Character: Nobunaga Theme: Summer Fling Special: None requested. Warnings: NSFW

Nobunaga surveyed the small fief he'd decided to stay at for a few days while on his way to Kyoto. He'd been on a tour of his lands, checking in on the locals and making sure his plans for unification were well under way. All looked good. He'd stayed in this small village years ago, and had found he enjoyed the company of these people. They were kind, hard working and readily accepted his men into their lives for a short time.

Then he'd spotted her. He'd never seen anyone with such dark, spirited eyes. She looked as though black flames possessed her. She stood out to him in a way none of the rest of the village had. She looked...exotic. Haunting. He wanted her. Needed her.

As if reading his mind, Mitsuhide had gone in search of information on her, returning later to give his "approval." "She is neither a spy, nor married. I would say it is safe to bed her, should you, and she, wish it."

Mitsuhide made the implication clear and Nobunaga snorted. Anyone who thought Hideyoshi was the mother hen had never sat in on a private conversation between him and Mitsuhide. Two days into their stay, Mitsuhide gathered the locals for a small banquet, offering them several bags of coin in exchange for their food and shelter. They were all too happy to provide entertainment and meals and several maidens offered to serve the lords and soldiers.

Including her.

Nobunaga could hardly wait until the banquet was over and he snuck out of the dining hall, waiting for her. He spotted her walking back toward the hall, a pitcher of water or ale in her hand. He gripped her arm and pulled her into the shadows, earning a yelp from her as the liquid spilled down her kimono and his and the pitcher clattered to the floor at their feet. There was no scent.

Water, then.

He pushed her back against the wall and his hand went to her waist. He enjoyed her eyes widening, pupils flaring slightly as she realized who had grabbed her. "You are, by far, the most beautiful woman in this entire village. You've tormented me in my dreams since we arrived and I wish for you to join me in my bedchamber tonight. What say you?" He watched as she tilted her head to peer up at him, curiosity and something else wavering in her gaze. Finally, she spoke, and he nearly cursed at how her lilting voice played over his skin, making him harden slightly for her. "And if I say no?"

There was no coy undertones. She was truly asking. He fought the haze and released her waist, grinding his teeth until he bit out the words.

"I would never take a maiden against her will. If you don't wish for this, you are free to go, of course."

The maiden didn't move. She watched him, a small smile ghosting her lips.

"Then I accept." "Thank fuck." he snarled. He picked her up, bridal style, and shivered pleasantly at the peals of laughter the action had caused. His own...exuberance...made him chuckle darkly as he carried her back toward his room. He barely made it into the room before a thought occurred to him. He looked at her warily. "Are you a true maiden? I can be gentle with you at f-"

"I'm not," she interrupted softly, her eyes taking on sad glow for a moment. So much could be understood from that look. He didn't like her being sad in his arms, so he offered. "I am the liege lord of these lands. I could have him killed for you."

He didn't tell her he wasn't kidding. His gallant offer was rewarded with a snort from her as she laughed.

"I'll keep that in mind, my lord."

"Nobunaga," he offered quickly. "No titles here. Just a man and a woman who find each other attractive."

Again, that stare, as if she were weighing his soul against her own desire. then she nodded.

"Nobunaga, then." At the sound of his name on her lips, whatever control he had snapped. Then it was he who was on her lips. He kissed her hard, unyielding, hungry. To his delight, she met his fervor with her own, her hands fisting in his hair and yanking him closer. He let her legs down to the ground long enough to pull her obi cord and undress her. His mouth watered at the sight.

Full, high breasts with perfect pink nipples, shapely legs made to be worshipped by a man. And worship, he did.

He knelt before her, and grinned up at her as she gasped.

"I'm just a man here," he reminded her as he lifted her right foot and placed a kiss to the arch. Nobunaga dragged his tongue up he inside of her calf, nibbled at the curve behind her knee, and peppered kisses along her inner thigh.

She whimpered. He grinned.

Then he moved on to her left foot and repeated the process until her legs shook and she was trembling all over. Only then did he knock everything off of the desk in his room and lay her out like his own personal banquet. He spread her legs and smirked as she writhed, waiting for him to taste her.

And taste her he did. He licked, flicked his tongue, sucked her clit, using her moans and cries to make sure he was pleasuring her just right. His hand lowered and he began stroking his cock in anticipation of thrusting deep inside her. Instead, his tongue found her core, delving inside. Her squeal let him know he was doing the right thing, and he replaced his tongue with two fingers, curling them deep inside her while his tongue went back to flicking rapidly over her clit.

He felt the moment the dam burst and she came apart for him. She gushed, arched her back and cried out in ecstasy.

Nobunaga couldn't wait another damned second. Mid orgasm, he rose up and surged forward, spearing her with his cock. Despite her orgasm, she was tight around him, clenching and writhing, and he gripped her shoulders for leverage as he began a brutal pounding rhythm. She screamed in pleasure and he had the strangest urge to laugh in glee as his hips snapped into her , between her thighs. Nobunaga leaned over her just to capture her breast between his teeth and reveled in how responsive she was. She moaned, told him when she really liked something and it was so...different from other maidens. So unexpected and welcome. He loved seeing a woman with fire in her. She writhed and screamed as she came again. "I'm close," he groaned a moment later and he felt her stiffen slightly. Understanding instantly, he nodded, pulling out just as he spurted hot seed onto her belly. Her hands came around him and began a gentle caress of his back and stomach that curled his toes. She let him hold her that night, but was gone the next morning, as his men were readying to leave. Even still, he couldn't find it in him to be sad. They had spent an incredible night together, fucking in every position, style and speed he'd ever known about, until they were both sore and spent and could do no more than fall asleep in his futon. As they rode out of town, he caught sight of her on a hill above them. She offered a knowing smile and a wave, those eyes still captivating him. He had no doubts he'd be visiting this area again soon.

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Hi aleria! For this prompt, could you please write

Fandom: Ikesen

Character: Masamune

Prompt: 13th July - handjob in a car in an outdoor movie theater

Special request: a dirty talking/praising Masamune with an MC who is actually rather shy but initiated this?

Have a nice day!

Hi Nonny! Hand job for Masamune? [Let's be honest. Who WOULDN"T give him one of those? LOL] You got it! Also, I have such a praise kink, so I'm kind of excited to try writing this!!! Thanks for the request! This is part of @voltage-vixen's Summer of Smut event.

July 13th - Hand job in a car at an outdoor theater. Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Character: Masamune Special: a dirty talking/praising Masamune with an MC who is actually rather shy but initiated this? Warning: NSFW

How did the princess define the word "difficult?" That was easy. "Difficult" - Snagging the hottest guy in town as her boyfriend. "Difficult" - Convincing boyfriend to take things slow. "Difficult" - Having to convince HERSELF to take things slow, when he was sexy, loved kissing her, and constantly made her feel like she was beautiful and sexy. They'd been dating for nearly a year. And though her good intentions had been so strong and manageable when they first got together...Now she was ready. Now...Now she wanted more. The new difficulty? - She was shy. She'd never gone father than making out heavily with any guy, despite being fresh out of college. How did someone initiate sex? Cue a new definition.

"Difficult" - Researching how to seduce your boyfriend when you're a virgin.

She'd been on the 8th chapter, her face the shade of mottled wine red, when Masamune, her boyfriend, had called and asked if she wanted to go on a date that night. Go figure. Masamune was wild and free of most inhibition. He rarely planned farther than "waking up in the morning" unless it was for his job, a fancy chef at the nicest restaurant in the city. Still, it was his wild nature that made her gravitate toward him. He was her planet, and she, a devoted moon. It turned out that her favorite movie was playing at their local drive-in theater. He'd gotten tickets for them before he'd even thought to ask if she was free.

She dressed comfortably; a cute tank top with a pair of slightly-too-short shorts. Masamune was always staring at her legs, so she showed them off to him whenever she got the chance. As his blue eye roved over her from head to toe, that sense of heat and elation filled her. Masamune never hid how he desired her.

She was so jealous of that trait.

They were forty minutes into the movie when inspiration struck her. Masamune had his eye trained on the film, but she hadn't been able to let go of the heat inside from how he'd looked so possessively at her. And then...there was the book she'd read. Gods, she wanted to show him how much she wanted him. How desirable he was. She chose chapter 13's advice - Give him a HAND-Y. "Masa?" she asked softly. "Hmm?"

"If I asked you to give me your word you won't look away from the movie, would you do it?" To his credit, he kept his eye fixed on the outdoor screen. "I suppose I could. But what's this about?" "First, give me your word," she insisted. He looked confused, but agreed. Thankfully, Masamune was already reclined in his seat, which made it easy to catch the button of his pants and pull them apart. He inhaled sharply, his face turning toward her for a moment. "You promised!" she wailed softly, her face turning red as she started to pull away. With a small curse, Masamune, nodded, biting his lip and moving his head back toward the screen. Instead of looking at her, he asked softly. "Are you sure about...this...whatever it is you're going to do?" His deep chocolatey voice was soft and gentle and her heart melted at the concern in his tone. It gave her courage. "I'm sure. Don't look at me, though, or I'll lose my nerve."

He smiled at that, and leaned back a little more in his seat.

Her hands shook a little as she moved back toward him, slowly reaching for and pulling on his zipper, until the flaps of his jeans spread, revealing...

Ohgoshmasamunewasntwearinganyunderwear.

She gasped and he grinned, still not looking away from the movie. She could see a small bit of chocolate brown hairs that were trimmed and tamed and somehow it was SEXY that Masamune manscaped, even when no one else would see it but him. And, now... Well... Her.

With a bit of help from Masamune, who lifted his hips for her, she shrugged his pants down until the were around his thighs, and she nearly let fear get the best of her. He was already hard, the steely length of him standing at attention, slightly leaning against his taut stomach, which she couldn't see, but knew was there beneath the navy blue shirt he wore.

For a moment, she stared at it. Uncertainty reared its head. What if she did this wrong? What if he didn't like it or she hurt him? Maybe it was better not to- "Kitten" he whispered softly, pleading. "You can't do it wrong. Just...Just touch me."

She made up her mind. She could do this. Her hand trembled as she reached out slowly and touched his cock. The texture was smoother than she'd expected. Warm and thick against her palm and the pads of her fingers. Heat pooled low and gave her courage and she tightened her grip some.

Masamune jerked slightly, but before she could panic, he whispered a "Hells...Yes.." and elation filled her. Slowly, she slid her hand down the length of him, until her pinky lay against his pelvic bone. Then back up she went. HIs hips moved with her and he murmured softly.

"That's a good kitten. Just like that."

That sense of elation filled her again. She was doing it right! He liked it and was praising her and somehow...that was turning her on. She could feel the wetness dripping from her onto her panties, and her legs rubbed together to help ease the tingling and tightness. It didn't help much.

She kept her slow pace of stroking his cock, watching him while his eyes were strained, but still focused on the film. His hips were moving to meet her hand, and something about the sight was so erotic and delicious. Her own breaths were gasping quietly as she thought back to the chapter and began to increase her pace.

Masamune moaned softly, his face dark with hunger, pleasure and concentration. And not on the movie. His blue eye didn't move away from it's promise, but he had no idea what was happening in the show. His focus was lasered on his cock, where the softest hand gripped him and stroked him to heights he swore he'd never felt before. He knew she was uncertain of her technique, so he kept praising her, and none of it was feigned. She was destroying him with the sweetness of her inexperience. "Mmf, that's perfect kitten. Your hand feels so good around my cock. It makes me want to be inside you right now. I'd make sure you enjoyed every second of it, lass. Ahh!"

His words were arousing her, he could tell. Her breaths were coming in small gasps, and every time he spoke, her hand would tighten and he felt the deep seated roots of climax tightening in response. Wanting to feel it again, he kept talking, praising her, saying words he knew she had never heard. When he knew he was close, he finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Kitten...If you intend to make me come for you, I want my eye on you when it happens. I want your eyes on me and watching me come. Please, kitten?" It was a big step for her. To lock gazes while she brought him to orgasm. She was new to this, but his plea heated her cheeks and finally, she whispered. "Okay. Look at me." It was just in time. The moment Masamune locked onto her eyes, he was moaning and coming apart for her. Her eyes never strayed from the deep blue of his eye, even as his cheeks became ruddy and his body jerked, hot liquid jetting from his cock onto his shirt and her hand. He panted and groaned, and she...she didn't stop. There had been a caveat at the end of chapter 13 and she intended to test it. "Many men believe they can only achieve orgasm once, but through this method, it is possible for them to experience two and sometimes even more orgasms within a few seconds of each other. Once he has begun orgasming his first time, focus on the head of the penis, rubbing circles with your palm, so that every bit of the tip has stimulation." She tried it. Bringing her other hand over, she kept pumping his cock, her palm using his own slick seed to lubricate the head of his cock as she twisted her wrist and circled his cock again and again. Surprise and shock crossed his face along with a hoarse cry as more hot liquid spurted from him. "Gods, YES, Kitten. Holy hells, that's ohshitdontstop!" Masamune's body tensed, his head thrown back as he came a third time, and finally she let him relax. Her hand was covered in thick white cream that she was tempted to taste. Instead, she boldly leaned over and brushed her lips over his.

Masamune moaned again, his hands catching in her hair and crushing his lips to hers. He felt her own moan vibrate on his chest. When she lifted her head, her eyes were heavy lidded and filled with lust and love and... He didn't bother fixing his pants, instead, he settled her back in her seat, and put his car in drive. "Where are you-Masamune, what--? He grinned at her, turning back to watch where he was driving.

"We're going back to my place. My kitten needs her reward."

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