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ghostofviperwrites · 4 years

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Crazy

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Tetsuya Naito/FC

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“I’m so in love with you”

Tetsuya Naito winced as the air was once again pierced with shrill screams as the door separating LIJ from the meet and greet crowd opened and closed allowing the next group in. They had been in here over an hour now and Tetsuya’s attention was starting to wander. Running his gaze over the group consisting of mostly females he pursed his lips as he considered the available offerings. He wondered if he could sweet talk one of them into sucking his cock under the table. A filthy grin lit up his face at the thought. Now he wanted nothing more than a woman on her knees for him under the folding table as he continued signing autographs. His grin turned into a frown as he eyed the corporate bigwigs hanging in the background. They let him get away with a lot of shit, but he highly doubted they would let him go that far. Now if they weren’t here, all bets were off.

Leaning back in his chair, Naito stretched his arms over his head before linking his hands behind his head resting them just below the rim of his LIJ cap. It was a shame, cause there were some very pretty young ladies in the group. Seeing one of the men in the group glaring and putting his arm over his girl’s shoulder and pulling her close to him made Naito follow the direction of his glare, chuckling when he saw Seiya Sanada giving the bedroom eyes to the girl. And looking entirely unrepentant that he had gotten caught out.

“Need to liven this place up a bit, don’t they?” Naito asked his friend with a smirk.

“Sooner rather than later," Sanada concurred with a bored sigh. “All this prime flesh and we can’t even play with any of it.”

The conversation ended as the first of the group made their way to their tables and the men commenced with signing autographs and posing for pictures. When that group and the next were done, they were granted a twenty-minute break allowing Naito to make his escape, sneering at the New Japan executives who had arranged this greeting session.

He had just made it around a corner to a back hallway and was enjoying a moment’s peace when the quiet was broken by a sharp intake of breath. His eyes popped open and he turned his head slowly in the direction of the noise. Naito huffed out breath of aggravation as he saw the woman, attractive though she was, fully decked out in LIJ gear clearly marking her as a fan. From the stuffed Daryl in her arms, the black LIJ cap on her head and the LIJ t-shirt she was sporting, this girl was clearly a huge fan.

“Oh my, Naito-san!” she shrieked earning her a look of reproach from Tetsuya. He wasn’t getting paid to be nice right now. This was his break time she was encroaching on. “I cannot not believe I am here, meeting you.”

“You are not here meeting me.” Naito said sullenly. “You want to meet me, you go pay and then you can slobber all over me.”

“I just cannot believe this. “She continued on obliviously. “You are so gorgeous. I am so in love with you. I want to marry you and have your babies and be with you forever.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Naito said backing away from her with his hands raised. “I think it’s time for you to go. Hot as you are, I have made a promise to myself not to stick my dick in crazy anymore and you are clearly well past that line. You should go see Evil, he loves the crazy bitches.” Quickly spinning on his heels, Naito made a quick retreat.

#naito fanfic #naito imagine #njpw fanfic #wrestling fanfic #mywriting #ghostofviperwrites

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metal-blake · 5 years

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If you got nothing better to do, I highly recommend looking up Persona 3 Abridged by BlackMageAbridged, it’s probably the funniest thing I’ve seen in a while. Like, these are some of my favorite quotes from episode 1 alone (there are 4 atm):

Makoto: Were you gonna shoot me? Yuakri: NO! I wouldn't have done that I- Makoto: You... probably should have. Yuakari: Your name is Makoto Yuki, right? My name is Yukari Takeba, and I know what it's like to feel hopeless. There was a time when I seriously thought about... dying, or killing myself or- Makoto: You... probably should have. Yukari: ...well, have a good night.

Yukari: Secrets like this should be earned, not ripped into. Ikutski: That is where you are wrong. Secrets, Ms. Takeba, are like excrement. There is a natural desire to withhold them for as long as possible, but eventually they must come out. The sooner the release, the easier the passage, and delay only brings more pain, and stink, for everyone. Mitsuru: ...gross.

Mitsuru: In any case, it's best to start settling down, we're going to be in for quite a night, I have our best agent out there and- Akihiko: The dorm is completely surrounded, I need backup downstairs immediately! Mitsuru: Roger! We're heading down right now! Akihiko: Mitsuru, one more thing! Mitsuru: Yes? What is it? Akihiko: Can you stop by the kitchen and make me a protein shake on the way? Mitsuru: AKIHIKO! Akihiko: What? This is a fantastic workout.

Mitsuru: Akihiko, status report! Akihiko: There's a whole crowd of shadows out ther being led by some monster shadow, I just got my ass handed to me. Mitsuru: Are you able to keep fighting? Akihiko: My arm is broken and my dick has never been so hard in my life. I think it was heading towards the new girl's room. Mitsuru: Are you referring to Makoto Yuki? Akihiko: Yeah the new girl with the shrimpy arms.

Makoto: Do it! Make her suffer! Pharos: But she'll die. Makoto: Exactly! Pharos: ...like your parents? Makoto: ...if I have to...

Orpheus: I am thou, therefore thou art I. I, String Master Orpheus, WILL FUCK UP THIS GUY!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Igor: Welcome to the Velvet Room! A space between mind and matter, dream and reality, back alley drug deal and satanic ritual!

Yukari: Good morning! How are you feeling? Makoto: What the hell did you do to me? Yukari: We brought you to the hospital after you passed out. Thanks for saving me by the way, and sorry I couldn't help, I- Makoto: Useless bitch. Yukari: ... I wanted you to know I read your file- Makoto: You whore. Yukari: -about your schools and your parents- Makoto: You prying piece of shit. Yukari: -and I want you to know my dad is dead too- Makoto: Good. Yukari: -and that's why I can understand your pain. That's why I want to be here for you. I'll do my best not to be a burden anymore, okay? Makoto: ...slut.

Akihiko: Hey, the name's Akihiko Sanada little lady and we're here to explain that as you get older a certain time comes when oozy stuff starts coming out of places you don't expect them- Ikutski: Hahahaha, no Sanada, there's no time for jokes, and I think you've gotten mixed up on two accounts! First, judging by the reaction, Yuki was quite aware of the Dark Hour before meeting us. Second, Yuki is, of course, male persuasion. Akihiko: ...you're fucking with me. Makoto: Wanna fight, asshole? Akihiko: ...you know, I felt awkward just now cause I thought of how hot you'd look if you put on some muscle. Now, I'm certain of that fact.

Yukari: Aren't you going to train him? Warn him of the risks? In any way prepare him to take on all our responsibilities? Mitsuru: Takeba, so far he's handled the stress of the Dark hour better than you! Yukari: But- Akihiko: And he fights better than you. Yukari: BUT- Ikutski: And he doesn't cry when he touches himself like you. Yukari: ...permission to uninstall the security camera in my room? Mitsuru: Granted. Ikutski: Aww...

Makoto: I don't care about humanity. Mitsuru: An understandable sentiment... but regrettable. Prepare the torture area. Akihiko: Oh come one man, you get to fight and get stronger all the time! Makoto: Can I... blow things up? Akihiko: Every goddamn night! Makoto: I'm in.

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dreamscapesin1582 · 6 years

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Warlords + Cute yet Dangerous MC

I tweaked the scenario a little, if you don’t mind @yurikagemi

Scenario:

MC grew up in a family of soldiers and was trained in the military arts. She was a very capable fighter, but chose to keep a low profile about that in adulthood and took fashion designing instead since that was her dream. However, she found herself being transported back to the Sengoku era and blah blah blah.

One day, the warlord receives the news that his lover was kidnapped! Said warlord was ready to raise hell but when he arrived to rescue MC, she was already in the middle of saving herself, taking on her kidnappers!

ODA FORCES

ODA NOBUNAGA

he was grinning like a mad man

“I KNEW YOU WERE THE ONE FOR ME”

he watched amused as she slammed one man to the ground

Y E S

dats mah gurl

when she was done, he was pleased

had a thought about having his army as capable as that

and said something he would regret

“you should train my soldiers”

he gets hit in the chest...

...almost too hard that his lungs were almost ejected

TOYOTOMI HIDEYOSHI

he was losing his sanity

NONONONONONONON-

what if you twist your wrist slamming that guy down

what if they use underhanded tricks against you

what if what if what if

he was quick to finish them off alongside her for the panic was overwhelming

after he determined she was safe, mama mode is on

“What were you thinking? You know they could hurt you if you weren’t careful! They could’ve left a scar on your cute face!”

anyone would think he was flirting but his forehead still had creases and he was dead serious welp

AKECHI MITSUHIDE

he was rendered s p e e c h l e s s

what in seven hells

he thought she was beyond reckless but surprisingly, she was actually holding up

alone, at that

after helping her, he pats her head

“I always knew you were a flower that hides many thorns. you hide some dangerous traits, young lady”

“want me to sample it to you then?”

a single drop of sweat rolls down his forehead “I prefer not to, thank you very much.”

he made a vow not to cross a line with her

not that he could do it anyway

DATE MASAMUNE

YEAH K I C K HIS A S S

he almost forgot his purpose there since he was happily watching from the sidelines

“while I kick his ass, you move your ass and help me, damn it!”

he was immediately made to move when he saw her glare

his mind helped him imagine how it was to be slammed to the ground like that and it terrified him somewhat

how come someone as cute as her can be so terrifying

he was crying while taking down the enemies

he felt like a mother hen letting go of its baby chicks like no more is my sweet baby MC

okay that was exaggerated but still

TOKUGAWA IEYASU

unlike these little shits he didn’t let surprise stop him momentarily from taking down the enemy

but when it’s all good and done

what

the

fuck

just

happened

? ? ?

he was staring at her for a good while until it freaked her out

“i’m just making a mental note not to judge a book by its cover. i need this as a specific reminder of that saying”

he knew he doesn’t have the privilege to call you weak ever again

more like he grew scared

ISHIDA MITSUNARI

mc-sama saved herself ? ? ?

? ? ? ? ? ?

little angel is confused

when in the world did she learn that?

where does all that strength come from?

how does- oh god she just kicked someone in the nuts

“ah poor thing. you shouldn’t have messed with mc-sama”

when it was all done, he approached her with mixed feelings

“that was a dangerous stunt you pulled, but you came out almost unharmed”

“i’m proud of you”

don’t think he won’t ask tons of questions after this

the boi needs answers

UESUGI-TAKEDA FORCES

UESUGI KENSHIN

he feels betrayed somewhat

like surprise your cute fragile lover can actually batista bomb you in three seconds

when the shock has passed, she already rescued herself

“are you hurt?”

when he determined that she wasn’t, he was conflicted

he decided not to let her do that ever again

of course he likes the fact that she can protect herself but N O P E

he insists letting her get wild can be deadly and highly dangerous

his decision consisted of part worry, part terrified

“well perhaps you can do that to Shingen if he ever tried anything”

smirks at the thought

TAKEDA SHINGEN

c r y i n g

“my sweet angel, please don’t hurt yourself!”

wait til he finds outs

his eyes may as well leave his sockets

what the fuck

his cute little MC knocked the guy out cold

shivers ran down his spine

when she was away from trouble, he was awkwardly smiling at her

“never do that again, pls”

bearing witness to her Power™ proved to be a good point in the near future because Shingen started to think twice whether his flirting is crossing the line

SANADA YUKIMURA

hoeeeeee boi

w h a t

he was going through the denial stage

his mind lingered to the times where he might have disrespected MC

is there a way to redeem myself without suffering from that

he felt his ego running away from his body

“MC might just be able to break my body in seconds...”

after all that shizzles, he gulped

“you okay?”

“when the hell did you start being considerate?”

“ever since I realized you can kill me”

rip

SARUTOBI SASUKE

when he saw that one guy get knocked out, he actually felt the pain

like what if that was him

with MC’s help, both of them were safe

“are you sure you’re not secretly a ninja?”

when she told him about her training, he nodded in understanding

“that’s amazing”

he’s just glad she can protect herself in this era

or the men that should try anything on her

“it almost seems like you were meant to be sent here”

he even offers to have someone train her in swordsmanship

well it’s better than nothing

...right?

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genkirou · 7 years

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A Third Party (Masamune X MC X Yukimura)

They insist so vehemently that they hate each other, but when your Lord Masamune and his famed Sanada rival collide, a fiery spar turns a different kind of heated, with you caught in the crossfire…

WARNING: Kind of NSFW-ish(not fully smut but maybe I’ll write it someday) and OOC a little bit I guess

Also, tagging @thedaydreamingotaku, sorry if my writing’s disappointing lol but I hope you like it^^

Seven hells, who could be training in the middle of the night?, Masamune asks himself as he walked the halls of Tsutsujigasaki Palace. The Date clan had come over to negotiate trade alliances with the Takeda in the dead of winter(not the best idea, in hindsight), and had been invited to stay with them while it was too snowed in to navigate out of Kai. Kojuro had left the evening feast early in search of Lord Takeda Shingen. “He probably just wants to discuss wrinkle treatments or chronic back pain or whatever it is old people like to talk about,” Shigezane had helpfully supplied before leaving to flirt with a maid who caught his eye. You had accompanied him for a while with your comforting presence and sweet smile; he was grateful for you, your acceptance of all of him, the person who showed him things he never knew of. He was contemplating this, unaware that he was blatantly staring at you, when Kirigakure Saizo had asked to borrow you for a bit, to which he had agreed in a fluster, snapping out of his thoughts. Masamune had excused himself shortly after you had left, feeling a bit awkward all alone in the main hall. Now, having been woken up in the dead of the night, he wanders about, looking for the source of all the noise. He spies a lone figure training in the courtyard, against the light of the moon. Of course it’s him, he thinks to himself with a grudging fondness. No one else is diligent or stupid enough to be out here practicing at midnight.

A loud, “hey, Date!” snaps him out of his thoughts. The idiot that was on his mind mere seconds ago is now in front of him, holding out a wooden practice sword with that customary shit-eating smirk on his face. Sanada Yukimura.

“What do you want, Sanada?” he demands rhetorically, already knowing the answer.

“Spar with me. You’ve been sitting around all day; your lazy ass could use the exercise.” So he did notice. Masamune takes the wooden bokken with a small smirk, already feeling the adrenaline singing in his veins.

“When you lose, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Yukimura barks out a laugh.

“Ha! Sanada Genjirou Yukimura doesn’t lose! If anyone’s being warned, it’s you, Date,” he retorts. With wicked anticipation sparking between them, the match begins.

The thrill of the fight soon turns all his attention on his opponent, and Masamune finds himself honed in on Yukimura’s every detail: the blazing fire in his ice blue eyes, the stretch and pull of his muscles, the sweat that runs in rivulets down his neck, even with the winter weather, disappearing into the hem of his too-loose hakama… wait, what-

Masamune gets the sword knocked out of his hands and the wind knocked out of his lungs as Yukimura disarms him and pins him down. It’s much too hot all of a sudden, in a way that’s not quite uncomfortable, as the blue-eyed man presses him into the ground. He feels the heat bloom in his cheeks, silently grateful the moonlight can’t entirely capture his blush.

“See, Date- I, ah, warned you that- that you’d lose,” Yukimura manages to say, gasping for air. Masamune’s had enough of this. Damn you, Sanada, what are you doing to me?

“Get off,” he replies shortly, not really having the physical or mental capacity to say anything else at the moment because there is a sweaty, panting Sanada Genjirou Yukimura on top of him and it’s doing things to him that it really shouldn’t be-

“Hmm? Why? Could the one-eyed dragon possibly be surrendering?” Yukimura gloats at him, and his voice, oh god his annoying damnable voice, he really can’t take any more of this-

Masamune reaches up, grabs the spearman’s face, and crushes his lips against the other’s. He tries to pull away, really he does, but Sanada’s lips are just the right amount of chapped and he tastes salty and sweet and so Sanada Yukimura that he can’t bring himself to stop.

It’s only when he feels, rather than hears, the man above him gasp that he pulls away, immediately regretting whatever the fuck he just did. Yukimura’s face is bright with his blush, blue eyes full of shock and Masamune, you’re an idiot, what were you even thinking-

He nearly bites Sanada’s lips so hard they bleed when he feels them on his again, and feels his resolve shatter. He sits up, sending Yukimura toppling off of him. “We can’t do this here,” he hisses quietly. Yukimura blinks, fixing him with a glazed stare, mind hazy with the events of just a few seconds passed. Masamune sighs. Gods, why him, of all people? “Where’s your room?”

I wonder who could’ve been causing all that commotion, you think to yourself as you walk the halls of Tsutsujigasaki Palace. You had been accompanying Lord Masamune at the feast, until Saizo pulled you aside to ask if you could take a hammered Lord Yukimura back to his chambers. Puzzled as to why he would ask you of all people, you agreed nonetheless. You giggled to yourself as you recounted the stark contrast of the Sanada spearman’s blush to his sky-blue eyes as he begun to insist he could make it back himself, avoiding your inquisitive gaze. He had been so adamant on escorting you back to your room before returning to his own, claiming that a lady shouldn’t be alone at night. When Saizo had teased him about the implications of his statement, you could’ve sworn one could cook an egg on his cheeks. Lord Yukimura can be so cute. You had smiled and thanked him, stopped in the doorway of your chambers. The young Sanada had stared at you, seemingly transfixed, before shaking his head and practically running off to his room. Frowning, you try to discern why he did that. Does he not like me? Your heart sinks at the thought. You hadn’t given him a reason to dislike you… Clearing your head of these thoughts, you notice a light at the end of the corridor. Hm? Who could be awake at this time?

Your curiosity wins out over rationality. Inching ever closer, you hear muffled voices coming from the inside of the room, one significantly louder than the other. Stopping in front of the door, you peek though.

And almost faint from the shock of what you see.

Two bodies sprawled out on the bedding, a tangle of limbs belonging to none other than your lord and his rival. You watch with shameful captivation as Lord Masamune’s hand tangles in his partner’s hair, causing Lord Yukimura to let out a strangled gasp. He retaliates, slipping his tongue into the other man’s mouth and swallowing the heated moan from Masamune’s lips. You gulp, feeling a lustful heat spread between your thighs. It’s so so wrong to watch them, you know this, so why can’t you look away? At a particularly loud groan from Lord Yukimura, you try desperately to hold in your own, but to no avail. The desperate noise slips past your lips, and both men freeze at once, slowly turning cornered gazes to the doorway. Shit. You stare at the both of them, and they at you, for what seems to be an eternity, none of you able to process what in the hells is happening.

You realize, jolting back to your senses, that they both look mortified, every inch of skin almost crimson from their blushes. It could always be from something else, the dirty, lustful voice in your head whispers, and you mentally berate yourself for thinking such impure thoughts about you Lord and his- Rival? Lover? You aren’t so sure anymore, but one thing you are sure of is the fact that you’ll probably go jump off a cliff in shame afterwards if you don’t die of embarrassment first. Ohmygod what have I done whathaveIdone-

“AAA-mmph!” Lord Yukimura barely manages to let out a scream before Masamune’s hand is over his mouth. He can’t look you in the eye right now; you wonder if his face will ever revert back to its original colour.

“Please do not speak of this to anyone,” he whispers, voice low and ashamed, but you blink, because you can still hear the arousal thick in his voice, the way his eyes rake down your body, even as he looks down in embarrassment. Milord Masamune… likes getting caught? This new development is not good for your filthy mind, the thoughts running through it enough to put even the most erotic of novels to shame. Smirking, you feel a sudden confidence simmering in your veins, and speak, without any mental filter, a sentence that would have resulted in offing yourself any other time. Now, you feel unabashed, if only for a moment, for what shame is there in voicing what you really want?

“Mmn, well, I’ll only truly be able to keep a secret if I’m an accomplice, no?” Your eyes widen as you finish saying it, realising what the hell you just said. The bloom of your cheeks, though, haven’t even a second to heat in response before you hear the muffled moan from your right. A turn of the head meets your eyes with hazy blue ones. Once, they were as clear and blue as the summer skies; now they’re dark and veiled, twilight over the silhouettes of restless bodies. His face is flushed, his breath heavy, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything sexier than these two beautiful men in front of you, staring at you as if drowning in your eyes and body. Yukimura is the first to speak, barely managing to get his words out through his stuttering, voice husky with conflict and desire.

“B-b-but won’t you- I- we… we don’t want to hurt you; i-if you end up regretting this, I’ll take full responsibility, but-” you giggle and approach him, pressing your lips to the back of his hand. He gapes at you, a mix of adoration and voracity simmering beneath the thin surface of his crimson skin. You smile at the two men before you, so caring and considerate, always thinking of your well-being before anything else.

“How could I regret this?” You lovingly kiss Masamune’s eyelid, the one so often hidden by his eyepatch, and feel a shudder of excitement run through his body.

“But are you sure-” you press a finger to your lord’s lips.

“Yes,” you say, drawing the word out, making it clear: you want this. “Very sure. There’s no one I’d rather be with than you two.” You lean into Masamune, feeling his eyelashes brush against your cheekbones. “Milord… may I kiss you?” He swallows, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, vaguely wondering how its skin would taste between your teeth, on your tongue.

“Please…”

Masamune’s mouth is soft and pliant under yours, tasting of mandarins and summer. Your lips glide against his, parting his lips and slipping your tongue into his mouth, eating up his moans, as soft as summer breezes. There’s another taste, not his, but Yukimura’s, mixing in your mouths and it’s enough to make you dizzy. You try to pinpoint what exactly this flavour is, but Masamune, noticing your expression, pulls back. “Is something wrong?”

“Not wrong, milord, but this taste…” You glance at Lord Yukimura, lust clear in his hazy eyes from watching you and your lord. His face catches fire when he registers that you’ve caught him staring, but before he can stammer out an apology, you claim his mouth with yours and swipe your tongue across his slightly parted lips. It tastes like… dango? Briefly, you contemplate who else he might have been kissing with a taste like that, but he groans and pulls you into his lap, taking your lips with passionate desperation, and whatever rational part of your mind disappears.

His kiss is so different from Masamune’s, with a searing intensity that leaves you breathless. His hands run all over your body, seeking out every inch of your skin. You moan and feel the heat pool between your thighs when you feel him press against you through the hindrances of clothing, rocking you with his hands splayed on you hips. Through the heavy cloud of lust lingering in your mind, you vaguely sense a hard chest against your back and lips against the shell of your ear. Lord Masamune traces down your throat with his fingers, whispering a rough, husky “may I?” and all you can do is nod, your moans and gasps muffled by Yukimura’s lips.

Masamune presses his lips to your throat; gently at first, growing bolder with each sound you make. You can’t contain the soft mewl that escapes you when he laves his tongue down your throat, and he moans in response. Yukimura chuckles against your lips; you huff and draw his bottom lip into your mouth to shut him up. You feel your lord mirror the motion, teeth sinking gently into the base of your neck , sucking a bloom of red into soft, sweet skin. You hiss at the slight sting, though not in displeasure. He offers silent apologies by teasing at the mark with his tongue. It’s at this moment that Yukimura pulls away from your lips, and you almost whine at the loss of contact until you see him lock gazes with the man behind you, whose lips rest at your throat.

“You think you can best me, Date?” he pants, a smirk spreading across his face. Masamune merely raises an eyebrow at the comment, but you can see the flicker of challenge rising in blue and green irises.

“I don’t suppose it’d be hard,” he murmurs, his breath fanning your skin. Both men turn to you, timid anticipation in their eyes.

“May we?” They ask in unison, Yukimura’s hands on your hips while Masamune’s wander your torso. Two voices, undemanding, but with a hint of pleading to their voices to which you can’t help but give in. It was never a hard decision, not when you had started this, wanting to see where you ended up. You smirk, watching the two men’s faces warm with heat, and give your resolute reply.

“Please.”

#samurai love ballad party #hahah i'm going to hell #date masamune #sanada yukimura #tenka touitsu koi no ran #slbp #samurai love ballad #tenka touitsu love ballad #dabbling drabbling #pls come save me I need jesus #datesana

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ghostofviperwrites · 5 years

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Masquerade

Pairing: Evil/FCs

Category: Smut

Warnings: Dubious consent at the end. Knife play. Blood Play. Choking. Public sex acts

If it was anybody else trying to throw him a birthday party Evil would have happily face planted them in the ground. But it was Hiromu. So Evil bit his tongue and let the man throw his damn party without too much griping.

He could count on Hiromu to come up with something out of this world for the party. Evil’s only requirements were lots of booze and lots of women. Both of which Hiromu promised would be there in excess. Somehow he had even managed to convince Sanada to not only allow them to use his home for the party, but to give Hiromu carte blanche in redecorating the mansion to meet the party’s theme. All Evil had been able to get out of his friend were mutterings about how he felt like he was living in a crypt. Evil could only imagine what Hiromu was up to. The man didn’t do anything halfway and for the past several weeks he had spent every nonworking minute planning the party.

Evil was a bit perturbed that Hiromu had stolen his chair from his dungeon. That upset him. He missed it. The chair was an integral part of what he did down there. So since the chair had gone missing Evil hadn’t played. Evil didn’t even know how Hiromu had managed it. He had come home one night to find it missing with a little note on the floor in its place with an intricate drawing of a birthday cake and party horns around it, letting Evil know exactly where his chair had wandered off to. His arguments that he needed the chair had fallen on deaf ears. Hiromu hadn’t listened to a word he said as Evil argued the chair could be kept in the dungeon where it belongs until the night of the party and then Hiromu could take it if he really needed it. Hiromu had shaken his head solemnly and said he needed the chair in place so he could see the aesthetic he was creating.

When he had arrived home this evening to find his dungeon door open again Evil let loose an impressive stream of curses at his meddlesome brother as he hurried down the basement steps stopping short at the base as it was immediately apparent what was missing. Evil sat down on the bottom step staring dumfounded at the empty spot that had once held his sacrifice table as he affectionately dubbed it. How the hell had he gotten it out of here? Evil wondered. It was constructed of pure marble and weighed over a thousand pounds. It had taken six grown men to get it down into the basement. Evil winced as he thought of Sanada’s reaction to the table appearing in his home.

Sure enough Evil’s phone buzzed and he pulled it from his pocket seeing a text from Sanada.

You need to put a lock on that fucking door. If I wanted a dungeon in my home I would have one. Evil could practically hear the anger in Sanada’s words. He wouldn’t want to be in Hiromu’s shoes tomorrow. But then again the kid had a way of talking himself out of trouble so he would probably have Sanada convinced it had been all his idea by the time Hiromu was done.

Pulling himself to his feet Evil walked back upstairs finding himself curious for the first time about what exactly Hiromu was planning for this party. Cause if it entailed his throne and table he was definitely interested.

The night before the party Evil was finally filled in on Hiromu’s grand plan. Gathered together in the LIJ locker room Hiromu handed each of them a black card with grey writing with a simple phrase written in cursive “Darkness Falls.” Hiromu told them solemnly not to lose the card as they wouldn’t be granted access to the party without it.

“It’s my fucking house. You’re telling me I can’t get in there without this piece of paper?” Sanada snapped turning the full force of his glare on Hiromu who simply smiled not the least bit intimidated.

“No card no entry.” Hiromu said firmly.

“Goddamn it Hiro. You know how I feel about carrying shit around.” Sanada said resignedly pulling out his wallet and slipping the card into it. He knew when he was in a losing argument, and just about any argument with Hiromu was a losing one.

“Thank you Seiya-san.” Hiromu said with a bright smile as Sanada shook his head in disgust muttering about not even being able to get into his own damn house. Evil smirked at his friend before a thought popped into his head.

“Hey! Seiya’s birthday is right after mine. How come you’re not making him have a party?” Evil asked Hiromu indignantly.

“Because Seiya-san is graciously allowing us the use of his home for your party in exchange for not having a party of his own.” Hiromu said making Evil shift to glare at Sanada.

“So you got out of your party by throwing me to the wolves?” Evil asked growling as Sanada shrugged unrepentantly. He would much rather subject Evil to Hiromu’s proclivities than himself. If he had to give up his house for a while to avoid the circus Hiromu would certainly throw for him then it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

Evil was finally dismissed with strict instructions on his arrival time and that he was to attend the party in his full on gear. It was a masquerade party according to Hiromu so the mask made sense. And if he was going to be presiding over the party from his throne than Evil’s flair for the dramatic was all for being decked out in all his gear. Now that it was upon him Evil found he was actually looking forward to the party. Hiromu knew him well, he wouldn’t throw a party that Evil wouldn’t enjoy.

Arriving at the designated time the next evening Evil nodded in approval as he walked up the sidewalk that was lit by purple lights, fog machines filling the air with smoke. Pulsing music could be heard as he walked towards the house smile hidden behind his mask as he could imagine the fit Seiya had thrown when he had come home to see his front door painted black with a large upside down cross painted in gray over it. He bet next time Seiya just let Hiromu throw him a damn party.

His knock was answered by a glowering Sanada who pulled him in for a hug.

“You are damn lucky I love you or I would murder both you and that red headed pain in my ass for this bullshit.” Sanada said. Laughter rumbled from Evil’s chest at the empty threat, clapping Sanada heartily on the back as they separated and Sanada led him back to the main party room. Evil looked around the room, impressed with the creativity of Hiromu. Music pulsed throughout the home, the only lighting provided by hundreds of candles placed throughout the room. Prominently featured in the middle of the room was his table, leather straps at each corner and a black velvet cloth with a variety of knifes on display. Apparently his kinks were going to be on full display tonight. At the back of the room stood his chair with dark purple kneeling pillows on each side and a jewel encrusted goblet sitting on its arm.

Hiromu suddenly appeared wearing his red haired mask, hugging Evil tightly before pulling him over to the chair.

“Seiya-san put on your mask.” He chastised as he got Evil settled and keeping an eye on Sanada to make sure he was following instructions. Hiromu nodded in satisfaction when Sanada pulled on his black skull mask.

“Ladies!” Hiromu called and Evil watched as two beautiful girls in black vinyl bikinis with collars around their necks and leashes dangling from the hooks appeared and sank onto the pillows, offering the leash handle to Evil with bowed heads.

“Their job is to make sure you want for nothing Evil.” Hiromu informed him. Evil dropped the leashes and rose to his feet as Naito and Bushi appeared in the room, Bushi in his black mask and Naito wearing his lion’s mask. Greetings were exchanged before Hiromu pushed Evil back into his chair as the doorbell chimed signaling the arrival of the first guests.

The party was in full swing by the time Hiromu made his way back to Evil’s side. Evil who had one of the girl’s draped across his lap his tongue down her throat. Seeing Hiromu approaching, Evil unceremoniously dumped her onto the floor making her land with a thump. He had made his rounds and had a belly full of food and liquor with a question on his mind.

“What’s the table for Hiro?” He asked his friend, taking a swallow from his goblet before handing it to the girl kneeling on his right and telling her refill it.

“That’s the best part of tonight Evil.” Hiromu said gleefully. “You get to pick a sacrifice.”

“Anyone?” Evil asked scanning the room.

“Anyone.” Hiromu confirmed. “And it’s going to be a surprise. Nobody knows.”

Evil rose from his throne and walked around the room with Hiromu for a few minutes before parting and joining up with Sanada.

“Apparently I get to sacrifice someone tonight.” Evil said. “See anyone promising?” He trusted Sanada’s judgment over anyone. The man just seemed to have an inner sense about people. Could pick out a perfect prospect with nothing more than a few minutes observation.

“Not yet. But I wasn’t really looking. I’ll make a few rounds and get back to you.” Sanada said, eyes lasering in on a woman in a purple vinyl catsuit wearing a matching mask. Bidding his friend goodbye Sanada made his way towards her. He was owed at least a couple fucks tonight after allowing his home to be destroyed for this party.

Evil returned to his throne taking the offered drink from his pet and looking over his party. It had been a good night. He would give Hiromu credit. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and there was plenty of available women to keep everyone satisfied. Giving a tug on the leash in his right hand Evil pulled the girl into his lap and wrapped the excess length around his fist and pulled her close to his mask.

“Hiromu says your job is to make sure I want for nothing.” Evil murmured and she quickly nodded. “Well what I want is a blowjob. Are you going to get on your knees and suck me off in front of all these people?” He smiled under his mask as she fidgeted, watching her eyes dart nervously around the room beneath her black mask.

“I will do whatever you ask.” She finally responded with a slow nod, sliding off his lap and between his knees as he motioned for her to do so. Evil kept the leash in his fist, giving her just enough leeway that she could suck him and enough slack for him to pull her down on him when he felt like it. Evil wasn’t shy. He didn’t give a shit if the whole room watched him get sucked off. He had nothing to be ashamed of.

He was buried deep in her throat when Sanada reappeared at his side. He looked down at the girl on his dick and then over to the girl on Evil’s left.

“Why is she the only one sucking you? Her friend is just sitting there doing nothing. She should be helping.” Sanada said.

“You have a good point.” Evil said with a nod. “You, come here and help your friend.” He beckoned the other girl pulling her in front of him with her leash soon having both girls licking and sucking at his cock.

“I found your sacrifice.” Sanada said after a moment. He pointed her out to Evil, a petite little thing in a blue velvet dress with a feathered mask covering most of her face. She also had a haughty air to her that made Evil question whether she would go along with being sacrificed.

“You sure?” Evil asked giving her a careful look over.

“Don’t ask if you’re going to question me.” Sanada said irritably. “You wanted a prospect? There she is.”

“No need to be such a bitch Seiya.” Evil teased laughing outright as Sanada walked off no doubt cursing Evil under his breath. Returning his attention to the girls at his feet Evil pulled the first girl off his dick and motioned for the second one to take him into her mouth and then leaned back, eyes closed as he enjoyed them taking turns with him in their mouth. When he was finished he dismissed them from his side. He was done with them. Evil was ready for the climax to his evening.

Just in time Hiromu reappeared at his side, mask pushed up over his head as he bobbed along to the music.

“Have you chosen your victim?” Hiromu asked with a devious smile.

“Her.” Evil said pointing at his target with his scythe. He watched as Naito and Bushi followed the direction he pointed and converged on the girl from opposite ends of the room. The scream she let out went straight to his groin and he was amazed he was hard again this quickly as they dragged her struggling form to the table. Sanada appeared at the table, moving the knives to the side and strapped her in as Bushi and Naito held her in place. The commotion had caught the attention of the entire party and there was a buzz of anticipation in the air as the music suddenly cut out. Sanada, Bushi and Naito stepped back and melted back into the crowd as Evil rose, scythe in hand and walked towards the table his cloak flowing as he purposefully moved. The only sounds were hushed murmurs through the crowd and her loud pleading cries to be released.

Her cries cut off when Evil appeared in her line of vision, his dark eyes staring down at her with sinful promises deep in their depths. She watched trembling as he lowered his scythe to her body, dragging the tip along her dress splitting the material and making it fall to the side leaving her bared in her bra and panties. Evil held out his scythe and Bushi stepped forward to grab it and stepping back out of the way. Evil walked slowly around the table, enjoying the sight of her crying trembling form as her eyes followed his every move. He stopped next to the knives and pulled a long curved blade from the selection, slicing through her bra and panties was a practiced motion that spoke of experience. The tattered remains were thrown to the floor as Evil set his hand on top of her mound as the hand with the knife drew the blade along her pale skin.

One of Evil’s fingers slid through her folds, rubbing her nub and making her sigh in pleasure as his movements combined with her nerves brought a sense of arousal with them. She was on display legs splayed wide as Evil’s finger pushed inside her tight hole, slowly moving inside her. A cry of pain erupted when Evil pushed the knife into the skin below her breast and crimson flowed from the cut. A second finger joined his first and she was lost between pleasure and pain as Evil’s fingers worked her pussy and his knife continued to bite her skin. Her head whipped back and forth as she clenched around his hand while simultaneously begging him to not cut her. When he set down the knife profound relief spread through her as his fingers kept moving.

Evil threw back the hood of his clock, pulling his mask off and setting on the table as he grinned down at his victim. She felt so good around his fingers, clenching him tightly in her fear. He leaned down to her neck, licking the flesh and biting her leaving deep teeth imprints in her flesh. His lips trailed down her body, flicking over her nipples and his teeth biting into her flesh as he moved. Evil’s tongue darted out, licking the blood from her wounds as he passed them. Pulling his fingers from her Evil stripped off his cloak and dropped his pants before grabbing another knife with a smaller blade. Moving to the end of the table he unshackled her legs and pushed her knees up and climbing on top of her on the table.

“Hold this.” He told her placing the knife between her lips.

Running the tip of his cock along her slit Evil soaked it in her juices before pushing his cock into her in one thrust, her cries as he stretched her urging him on making Evil thrust wildly into her, pressing her legs back until her knees were resting on her chest as he fucked her. She struggled to keep the knife in her mouth, breaths coming in choppy pants as he brought her orgasm as he bottomed out in her. Her fear returned as he let her legs fall, grabbing the knife from her lips and pressing the blade to her neck with a smirk. Her lips flew in silent pleas for him to get the knife off her neck wincing as she felt the blade press in with every one of his thrusts.

“You’re so pretty when you’re scared.” Evil said pulling the knife to trail down her neck, bringing it to stop at her breast. “Aren’t you having fun?”

“No.” She said breathlessly.

“You don’t like being my sacrifice?” Evil taunted. “You’re hurting my feelings babe.” She didn’t respond, staring up at him with wide eyes as he thrust into her, dragging the knife around her upper body before he threw it to the flower.

“Fine. You don’t like my knife, you can enjoy my hand.” Before she registered his meaning Evil’s hand was wrapped around her throat and squeezing tightly cutting off her breath. Her pussy clenched around him as she fought for air flailing wildly against the restraints as her breath was slowly taken away.

With a final thrust Evil came into her, hips stilling as he kept his fist clenched around her neck, watching her eyes closely as they fluttered shut and he pulled it off her throat. Climbing off Evil casually dressed before moving around her still form to release her arms. His hand slapped her a few times across the cheek, startling her awake as she sucked in air.

“Party’s over.” Evil announced. “Get the fuck out.”

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