last tipseus I asked for Ikerev dirty talk and you said you weren’t quite drunk enough to write for Sirius, so. how drunk are u now? (👀 5⭐️?)
LORD, ummmmmm. I will probably never be drunk enough, but you know what? OKAY!
here we go
(Nonny/ie I cannot tell you how much I admire your verve, the tune of your horn, your pluck. I really struggled with this because tbh I want Sirius to dirty talk me! And I’m hitting a mental wall and I think not ready to put out the specifics of that by revealing too much here. But I hope you’ll enjoy this for what it is.)
Praaaaaaaise. Instructions that are (or are followed by) teases. Wants to ruffle her feathers and be the one to smooth them. That’s ♠️Sirius Oswald♠️.
General style is to tease, tease, tease, but sweetly. He’s not trying to hurt her feelings, but a prickly little part of his brain is trying to keep her blushing (he will deny this in a Cradle Court of Law). He doesn’t use dirty dirty talk (momma raised him right), and would NEVER insult her body or call it anything harsher than “needy” which is, duh, exactly how he wants her anyway! But he does talk about what he’s seeing, and sometimes he gets a little appreciatively graphic, shall we say. When he’s complimenting her his volume dips because he feels a little shy about it. When they’re in it and he’s flushed and sweaty it becomes a little easier to be directly sweet, because he’s so turned on and he feels like he won’t get caught. Not sadly at all, his dick is so good he never gets caught. We cannot blame Alice, only live our surface lives wanting to be her.
(bury me here)
“Breathe,” he reminds her. “I’m flattered by your nerves, but I want you to be comfortable. And conscious.” When she giggles he smiles and laughs a little, too. Her eyes look at his mouth with open desire he doesn’t think she knows she’s showing.
“You want something like a kiss,” he tells her, slowly leaning close, “You have to show me how romanced you are, so I know you’re ready.”
He probably comes close to making her actually swoon a few times. Super amused by it. Not in a mean way, but... he won’t deny to himself that he loves the sweetness of her flusters, early on. He’s gratified by all her responses. When she manages to be the tiniest bit bold with him, maybe reaching for his hand under the table or pressing an innocent kiss to his face as he does paperwork?
“That’s good, little lady, that’s good.” He palms her hot cheek like the treasure it is and praises and teases her until she squeaks or squirms.
“A little forward for you, but I liked it very much.” If they’re in public he’ll ask if she’s trying to tell him she wants to go even farther. If they’re in private he’ll tell her that’s where this is going, thanks to her display. He’d be a terrible example for the rest of the army if he didn’t respond appropriately to a lady’s affection.
If she runs away, he’ll be laughing. If she stays he’ll reach for the knot of his tie and tell her to go lock the door for a few minutes.
Sirius thinks the long flirtation before consummating a relationship (and most especially the long flirtation between entering and consummating a relationship) is one of life’s greatest pleasures, and the person who gets to see how smug he is about that... is the other person in the relationship. His brain is all about speculating what could come next and how to deal with it, that’s why he’s good at his job. He likes every stage they share and revels in wherever they are currently, but he can’t help but put her mind on future possibilities or sequences whenever he sees them. It’s not a form of pressuring her, it’s a form of pleasuring them both. A fantasy he shares aloud. By teasing her with it.
“You’re so stiff I could use you as a level,” he murmurs at her neck. He’s got her on one of the bay window seats in a quiet room of headquarters. He helped her pick up the room so he could have time to do this with her. “What can we do to relax you back into being a lady, hmm?” He dances his fingertips from the tops of her shoulders to her back, brushes of touch so light they make her skin itch for real contact. Bingo.
“Shoulder rub, maybe?” he offers.
His hands go lower, to the tall waist of her skirt. “Or a back rub?”
His hands keep moving. She’s not quite brave enough yet to stay put and see what happens. He pulls her back on the seat with him and hugs her, really rubbing her shoulders and doing it and doing it and doing it well.
“Don’t run away, please,” he says. “I can tell you’re getting shy. Do you want to stay like this instead?” Her nod against his chest makes his heart feel like it’s blooming.
“You need to use your words, then, sweetheart,” he reminds her, and he keeps rubbing her shoulders as she gets through that gauntlet.
“You’re making this so difficult, silly,” he tells her at one point. But difficulty is his.
When they’re at the point where they are touching each other more, he’s talking more, too. She’s wiser and a bit more comfortable dishing a little heat back at him-- not the kind of heat he serves her, but her own little objections, ways to call him on what he’s doing. He loves it. Their flirting makes him feel so free and happy and in love with her.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this,” he confesses, watching her hands undo each button of her blouse. The bench at the end of his bed has never been the site of so much happiness (and of course that has him thinking about how eventually they’ll make each other happy on it. all in good time). It’s a comfortable spot to watch her progress. “You’re doing so well,” he tells her, because she is. But his voice must distract her, because her fingers slip over a pearl half-sphere and he stands up to help her.
He lets his gloved hands-- her request! brave girl-- wait in front of the swell of her chest. Her eyes are wide and pleading when they look at one another, but he only lifts a brow.
“H-help me?” she says. He kisses her forehead and helps with the buttons, surer and more careful work than taking the sides and tearing it open.
“Always so polite,” he tells her, and puts the tinest bit of teeth against her ear when he is done. As expected, her arms fly around his back. He can’t see anything she’s revealed by opening her shirt this way, but her embrace is its own reward.
“Careful manhandling me,” he whispers. “You’ll give me ideas.”
“You already have quite a few ideas, I think!” she hisses back. It makes him laugh much louder, more happy than seductive.
“You have no idea,” he tells her as he gently pushes her chin up from where it’s tucked so tightly against his chest. “Don’t hide from me and I’ll share a few of them with you.”
At first he only kisses her closed eyelids as he touches her and listens to every hitch of her breath. Then she gets too loud, and that’s when he pulls her down onto the blue velvet, uses his body to cover her dainty chemise with its lace edging and its hopeless fight against the points of her nipples, and he kisses her silly.
Eventually, of course, there’s more. Her own bed, in her own cheerful room. It smells like her in this space. Especially against all her pillows, where she’s sitting, beautifully bare, in his lap with her back to him. He likes his own bed but has to admit hers is perfect for this, soft and a little farther away from the others than his own room. She seems to feel more secure here, which is so cute he has to tease her about it by going a little more into explicit territory. They don’t get this time often, he wants to use it well.
“Eyes here, watch.” His arm is around her, the base of his palm snug against her mons , and his fingers spread her lips w i d e opening her to the air. He loves it when she sags against him that little bit more, helpless and whimpering, needing him “Ah ah,” he scolds. “Eyes, little lady. Tell me what you see, hmm?”
She sputters and he has to clench his jaw not to laugh. He’s glad she can’t see him. She’s been getting more decisive about how she will let him arrange them, so he likes to think she knew what she was getting into.
“Is there not enough to see?” he prompts. His middle finger curls to stroke her little button, and she starts making those soft puffs of breath he likes. “Ah ah,” he reminds her. “You’re still not looking. We’ll be here all night at this rate.”
“Oh no,” she huffs dramatically. “I’m sure that wasn’t your plan at all.” He laughs again and rubs the spiral she likes.
“Tell me,” he repeats, firmly now. “Or you know I’ll stop. And who knows what else I’ll do. You are very naked, you know.”
She does know, so she tries. He keeps making her describe how things look and feel until he swears he can feel the heat coming off her face from his place behind her. Her nipples have been pinched and stroked, her sweet sex has been cupped and patted and fingered in combinations that dizzy even him, and he’s the one who’s done it all.
“Good girl,” he says quietly, safe behind her and all her pillows and the headboard safe behind him. “You did well.”
She hums a questioning noise, a little too blissed out to have caught what he said in so hushed a voice.
Instead of repeating himself, he says “I love you.” Her arms slide around his, wrapped around her tummy. She’s not far from nodding off, he knows what she’s like.
Pseu. PSEU. PSEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUU. My entire face feels hot because you are just the master at this. I know how hard you’ve worked on this and it shines! Gleams!!! I’m melting at how sweet, yet gentlemanly-full-of-desires he is 💕 also the praise. THE PRAISE. How do you capture his character so accurately! Phew. Incredible.
“Don’t run away, please,” he says. “I can tell you’re getting shy. Do you want to stay like this instead?”
squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 😳💓 this might be my favorite line. Idk. I can’t tell. I love it all and my brain is full of fluffy spice 🥰💞
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Fenrir Godspeed, King of Spades (Chapter 2: Magic)
Fenrir’s best friend was kidnapped nine years ago. Desperately clinging to the vain hope that Ray is still alive, Fenrir climbs to the top of the Black Army in order to have access to Cradle’s deepest secrets… and to hold the position for the rightful King.
The stars were clear in the sky. The moon shimmered along with them, illuminating paths between the trees. Harr’s eye had grown used to the dimness long ago, relieved that this season had given them little snow thus far and allowed him to place several traps. He was silent as he checked each one, his ears listening intently for any sound that might come from the darkness.
The earlier commotion had left him feeling uneasy.
An hour or so prior, the roar of magic and the shouting of Magic Tower disciples had caused a stir in the forest. Perhaps an animal had gotten too close to their headquarters. Possibly even a person. Harr knew better than to allow himself to hope for the alternative:
“Something good would be created from something bad.“
look im totally not biased bc there is so much of the best boy Harr in here but THIS CHAPTER!!!! AHHHH. first off i love the Ray x Loki interaction. it’s so cute??? they rely on each other & take care of each other. the dialogue flowed naturally & is totally something i could hear them saying! so in character! wonderful! the milk is such a sweet moment within all the tension. & how they eventually (at least a lil bit) begin to consider each other friends. it develops the story & develops the relationship between them. i love the shenanegains.
POOR FENRIR OMG. my heart shattered when i got to the part about the guns and how he imagines their consequences. sighhhhhhh. he’s a kindhearted soul & i get it. you have to fight but you also want to protect and ahhhhh.
also it’s always awesome to have Oliver snark in a story & Kashi writes it like nobody’s business. right from the disgusted look at guns that don’t kill looool. such a fun and smooth read, right from the start.
Fenrir Godspeed, King of Spades (Chapter 1: The Moment of Change)
Fenrir’s best friend was kidnapped nine years ago. Desperately clinging to the vain hope that Ray is still alive, Fenrir climbs to the top of the Black Army in order to have access to Cradle’s deepest secrets… and to hold the position for the rightful King.
Disclaimer: Ikemen Revolution’s plot, characters, and contents belong to Cybird/Ikemen Series. This is a work of fanfiction that utilizes elements from this game in order to tell an alternate story. Thank you!
Warnings: Descriptions of blood and severe injury; implications of human experimentation.
The school was in chaos.
Something terrible had happened. Fenrir felt unease rippling under his skin. Students and teachers ran away from the building before him, their faces pale with terror.
“Hey!” Fenrir grabbed a student by the shoulders, stopping them in their tracks. “What’s going on?”
“Fenrir! Some people are attacking the school – they have magic, and they’re going after the students—"
“Thanks.” Fenrir started towards the building once more, but the student held fast to his arm. “Hey! Let go!”
“Didn’t you hear me?! You should be running away, Fenrir!”
“No! Not ‘til I find Ray!” Shaking off his classmate, Fenrir bolted. He did not slow even as his legs burned from the intense sprint. The thinning crowd went unnoticed as his surroundings faded into a blur. He focused solely on one task: finding Ray.
You better be safe, you idiot! Taking a sharp turn around a corner, he followed the sounds of shouting and screaming. Fenrir recognized Ray’s voice, relief coursing through his veins. As he got closer, he heard him cry out.
“Stop hurting them! Get away!” When Fenrir heard those words, he ignored the crushing burn in his lungs while picking up the pace. He needed to be at Ray’s side, in order to protect him and everyone else.
“He distantly registered a pitiful wailing, only to realize it was his own once the searing pain in his throat finally forced him to stop.”
this is such an explosive start to a wonderful series. the details of the blast, of the ensuing emotions pulled at my heart & made me feel so damn nervous as i read through this chapter. Fenrir’s frustration made me wanna give him a hug :( Ray’s pain is so visceral too, the awful way they treat him & call him ‘it’. his parents also made me want to just dole out all the comfort all around. uggggggh. 😭 Kashi why do you do this to our poor hearts!!!
Hi I read that you were playing Liar! Scheming Socialites. So if you have finished the game, I was wondering if you could reveal which of the liars was telling the truth? Thanks!
hi! sorry i do not remember at all :( but i found this walkthrough that might help ya!
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Happy Tuesday! Tomorrow, I’ll drop the first chapter of KoS - and on Thursday, the 28th, it’s the 2nd Anniversary of Ikemen Revolution!
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Kashi!! words cannot describe how proud i am of all the work you’ve put into this series. the prologue is so fraught with wonderful tension and beautiful worldbuilding. thank you for giving me the pleasure and privilege of reading it and i can’t wait for the rest <3 <3 <3
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Hello, long time no see, everyone! I hope you’re all doing well and the new year has been treating you kindly. Unfortunately, this post doesn’t mark my return to the fandom, but it’s instead a draft that I had been working on for a very long time before I retired this blog. It’ll never be completed so I just wanted to post what I had, because I remember having so much fun writing it!
It’s a SLBP Nobunaga/Ieyasu/MC threesome. approx 1.4k words.
It seemed this night was destined to be one of exceptions.
The scattering kaleidoscope of stars across the galaxy were curiously absent, as if swallowed whole by night. A lonely moon hid behind misty clouds, casting pale beams across the balcony. Absently, you wondered if they would return by tomorrow before sliding the shoji door shut, cutting off the light breezes that usually caressed your room.
The biggest difference of all—Nobunaga had summoned Ieyasu to his private chambers.
Hello, long time no see, everyone! I hope you’re all doing well and the new year has been treating you kindly. Unfortunately, this post doesn’t mark my return to the fandom, but it’s instead a draft that I had been working on for a very long time before I retired this blog. It’ll never be completed so I just wanted to post what I had, because I remember having so much fun writing it!
It’s a SLBP Nobunaga/Ieyasu/MC threesome. approx 1.4k words.
It seemed this night was destined to be one of exceptions.
The scattering kaleidoscope of stars across the galaxy were curiously absent, as if swallowed whole by night. A lonely moon hid behind misty clouds, casting pale beams across the balcony. Absently, you wondered if they would return by tomorrow before sliding the shoji door shut, cutting off the light breezes that usually caressed your room.
The biggest difference of all—Nobunaga had summoned Ieyasu to his private chambers.
After the attendant had left to go fetch the lord in question, you turned a quizzical eye to your lover. He sat with one leg propped up, an open book in a hand. Twin lamps summoned shadows from hawk-shaped covers onto the walls as he absently drummed his fingers. “Milord, why did you call for Lord Ieyasu? I’d assumed we were going to bed.” You’d already changed into your sleeping robes, the camellia-white fabric that matched his. “Should I change if he is on his way?”
Without a word, he beckoned you near with an easy stretch of his arm and an open palm. You obeyed by sliding into the lap he offered as the familiar scent of him embraced you along with taut arms, the book abandoned.
“You’re shivering.” The fresh breath of hot air into your ear was the true cause of your tremors as his calloused fingers slid easily underneath the back of the robe to meet your skin. He spread sparks wherever he brushed, dancing across your thighs, barely skirting the lips of the sweet heat he’d become so familiar with.
You bit back the whimper. “M-Milord, Ieyasu is…”
“So?” He playfully nipped at your ear, already knowing that you couldn’t resist the challenge in his words. Just as you didn’t have to turn around to know his mouth was curved into a cocky grin.
His toughened fingertips were eternally gentle on your clit as they flitted across the hood to coax another quiet, restrained moan. His lips found your neck, dropping chaste kisses that transformed into the drag of a slick tongue across smooth, creamy skin. Time was clearly of no concern to this lord. “Why should that stop me from pleasing my wife?” A thumb at your bead, he slipped the first inch of his index finger inside you, moistened with hunger. You were no stranger to the sudden craving that hit you for something thicker, something currently making its presence known against your back.
“Lord Nobunaga, it’s Ieyasu.”
The curt voice sliced through the feverish air, forcing sanity to return as you snapped to attention. You rushed to cover your shoulder with the fallen fabric, fully expecting Nobunaga to withdraw. You should have known better. Your lord was not one to surrender.
“Come in, Ieyasu.” That deep voice remained utterly calm, infuriatingly so, as he sank in another inch, curling against your walls; another shiver, a tender moan barely suppressed by a hand that was forced to drop away when the screen slid open.
“Milord. Lady Oda.” Accompanying the greeting into the room were a mess of blonde locks and a thinly-pressed smile that didn’t quite reach those crimson eyes.
That cold gaze swept over your precarious position perched between the devil king’s legs. “You called for me?”
“Yes. I had some thoughts regarding the upcoming campaign.” Nobunaga shifted as he continued to speak, but you barely registered a word when he began to rub so insistently against that sweet, shallow spot.
Arousal simmered beneath your flesh, fervent and insistent, only bolstered by the fear of discovery. Your cheeks were undoubtedly a shade of scarlet as you bruised your bottom lip with teeth that tried to staunch noise with minimal success. You snuck a look at Ieyasu, but he held Nobunaga’s gaze with seemingly-rapt attention.
A second finger joined the first, deadly weapons that shattered all semblance of self-control when he wedded them with an easy caress of your clit. “A-Ah…!” The sound was unmistakably erotic, suspended in the stifling air as all talk ceased. Silence sat in its wake, tremulous and uneasy.
To his credit, Ieyasu kept a stoic face. “Lord Nobunaga, should I come back another time?”
“No,” Nobunaga answered, “there’s no reason why we can’t finish this now.” The smirk was evident in his every word.
“Are you not… occupied, milord?” Now Ieyasu’s gaze shifted to finally meet yours. A chill crawled down your spine at the intensity lurking behind those eyes, as if they were merely the shores to a brewing tsunami that threatened release. There was no chance in hell Nobunaga missed the tensing of your cunt around him before you averted your eyes.
“Not in the slightest.” Another roll of the thumb made you thankful that you were seated, for your knees were reduced to mush, legs to trembles. “Are you uncomfortable, Ieyasu?” One final stroke had him buried as deeply as the position could allow. “Have you never watched a woman unravel?”
Ieyasu actually dared to smile. “I have.”
“Really? Even with that barbed tongue of yours?” Nobunaga lavished pressure onto your clit, chuckling when you shuddered into him. “I would think all the women would be afraid.”
You thought you noticed Ieyasu’s eye twitch, the first crack in his polite façade. “You’d think, wouldn’t you?”
A pause, just long enough for two beats of your anticipatory heart. “Why don’t you prove it?” Nobunaga dipped his mouth to your ear. “I’m sure you don’t mind, you brazen little thing. Not when you’re dripping like this, clenching me so obediently.”
He was right. He always was.
“No,” you answered in a tiny voice that spoke of lost breaths, “I don’t.”
Ieyasu’s grin had grown frighteningly wide as he drew close with unhurried steps. “If that is what you wish, Lord Nobunaga.”
You almost whimpered when your lord withdrew his fingers, but they didn’t stray far. The knot of your robes was his next conquest. Then there was nothing left to shield you, not when the fabric fell away from your naked form, baring you for the first time to a man other than your husband.
Damn. You swore you could feel Ieyasu’s eyes travel as if they were actual hands sliding across your flesh. He started at your collarbone, where a faint mark of red remained from Nobunaga’s teeth, having been so prominent in the mirror this morning. Then he lowered to your breasts, drinking in the taut peaks of pink that Nobunaga’s mouth often captured or wrapped within a teasing tongue. Finally, when Ieyasu swept between your legs, lingered on the cunt smeared with arousal by his lord’s skill, you watched him lick his lips.
“What are you waiting for?” Nobunaga’s voice carried clearly across the room as he traced idle circles across a nipple. “My wife needs to be satisfied.”
An airy half-gasp escaped your anticipating lips when Ieyasu dropped to his knees.
Breathing seemed to be of little importance, not when Lord Tokugawa’s fingers were trailing up the softness of your inner thigh like the delicate feathers of a clipped bird. Quivers rippled from the unfamiliar sensation, but you faced him with as much courage you could muster. You were rewarded when Ieyasu dipped his head, his torturous lips replacing the battle-weathered hands with nibbles.
“Do you like it when he touches you?” Nobunaga already had his answer by the way your trembling skin burned with fire, scorching the arms that held you still, but you knew his fondness for hearing your lust firsthand.
“Ye—hah!” To describe it as a lick would be too tame of a word. There was a fierceness behind the tongue that dragged across your clit like the crashing of a long-threatened wave upon the shore, not coaxing but insisting the moan of surprise and longing from your mouth. A stolen glance downward revealed that Ieyasu allowed himself a grin just before he drew back to settle into a tease once more.
That seeking warmth familiarized itself with the lips of your cunt, carefully avoiding where the need reached its peak. While you would have been embarrassed any other time by the starved bucking of your hips, you were too consumed by ardor to care now. Ieyasu, the damn tease, insisted upon experimenting with his pace. Nobunaga’s fingers pinched your nipple just when Ieyasu fastened his mouth upon your clit again. Every move, every stroke as much for themselves as it was for you.
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