#wasn’t no gaming mice like they have now that gives you precision aiming while helping your hand eye coordination

[thesoftestblackguy]

Just thinking that I kinda wish I took the whole online streamer route cuz I used to play all of the competitive shooter games back in the day and was a fucking GOD at them, but unfortunately I lived with a parent who didn’t see any value in video games and would only let me play them recreationally. Like I kinda hate that I didn’t have a mom like these other popular streamers who supported their gaming habits and their streaming platforms cuz I feel like if I had that support I would be a decently good video game streamer now

#like folks be surprised that I’m so good at online shooter games #like fam I played competitive counter strike back in the day #comp COD #comp combat arms when that game was poppin #like these gamers nowadays don’t know the skill it took to play competitively back in those days #wasn’t no gaming mice like they have now that gives you precision aiming while helping your hand eye coordination #you had to actually be GOOD at aiming and adjusting your shots and use map knowledge to your advantage and know how to use angles in engag #these games nowadays give you so much assistance with everything from aiming to map aid to movement aid #this shit is a lot easier now than it was back then #so when you get a nigga like me who is born and raised in the old school shooter type games gal think I’m cheating #when in reality I’m just built different 😂😂 #but that’s all hindsight now I guess #random thoughts

[otonymous]

Nobody Does It Better (IkeSen Mitsuhide - NSFW)

Description: The stakes are high when you get caught up in the snake’s latest scheme. Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Word Count: 1536 words (~8 mins of smut) Author’s Notes: An exercise in filth, no deeper meaning.  That being said, happy reading! AO3: Read here

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All characters & Ikemen Sengoku owned by Cybird.

I’m not that kind of girl.

The thought, small and unobtrusive, whispers from a dark corner in your mind.  But the way his fingers moved inside you chased it back to the shadows, pleasure reigning supreme to erase everything that didn’t concern chasing that fuzzy high.

“Do you hear that?”

The warm, wet slide of a tongue against the shell of your ear, teeth nibbling at your lobe.

“If you get any wetter, they’ll hear you.  I don’t think you want everyone to see you like this, Miss Chatelaine.”

Soft lips press against the back of your neck as one nipple finds its way between Mitsuhide’s thumb and forefinger, pinching harder than usual in an aim to shock.  And as your knees tremble, the fingers that were curling inside you pause, savouring the sensation that a fresh wave of arousal brought as it pooled around the snug fit of his digits buried deep within your pussy.

“Or could it be that you want them to, you nasty girl?”

Mitsuhide’s breath is hot as he whispers into the corner of your lips, his free hand loosening fabric to expose you even further, a painted screen the only thing shielding the vision of you widely spread and writhing in silent ecstasy from the eyes of all the other lords assembled for war council.

“Lord Nobunaga, if Mitsuhide isn’t here by now, he likely won’t be attending.  I propose we commence war council immediately as we have many concerns to address.”

You barely note the irritation in Hideyoshi’s voice as your lips and tongue run along the length of each of Mitsuhide’s drenched fingers, their strength belied by the elegance of each tapered tip, the taste of your arousal accented by the faint scent of gunpowder.  

“Very well.  Mitsunari, start with your report.”

As your angelic friend begins listing proposed battle plans against the Uesugi-Takeda forces, the amber-eyed snake chuckles under his breath to see your hips lift in the air, betraying your impatience to be filled by more significant flesh after the exit of his hand left an unbearable vacancy.

And while you hated for Mitsuhide to see you in this moment of desperation, for him to have the upper hand — as he often did — when it came to these games you played, you couldn’t deny that your body craved the satisfaction only he could bring.

Silently shifting, you brace yourself on your hands and knees, wantonly grinding your ass into his groin in a bid to bring him to the same precipice of madness you were teetering on the edge of.  A victorious smile lights your face when you feel him tighten his grip on your hips, a sigh, barely audible above Mitsunari’s voice, escaping his lips.

“Make not a squeak, little mouse.  I trust you know what the stakes are.”  

He whispers into your hair as his smooth head caresses the length of your folds, spreading the wetness in concentric trails along your entrance in preparation for the slow slide of his cock into your body.

Biting onto the sleeve of your kimono to stifle any sound that might give you away, you curse the perfection that was his heat, his length, his girth, his hardness — the entirety of the kitsune that drove you insane with desire.  But more than that, you cursed the way he moved in you now, excruciating in how he timed his strokes to match the rhythm of the banter in the room, using it to mask every slap of flesh against skin, every telltale squelch of arousal being dislodged as you were filled to the brink and emptied, over and over again.

Even the way your nails dug into the tatami sounded unbearably loud, and you had to wonder about the origins of your increased sensitivity.  Was it because of your lover’s effortless knack at teasing every part of your body until the slightest stimulus set it off, or was it because of the thrill of engaging in licentious behaviour in such close proximity to unwitting participants in your game?

I’m not that kind of girl who would ever consider doing such a thing.

You thought back to the times when anything more than a peck on the lips in public made you blush furiously.  But that was five hundred years in the future and way before you met Akechi Mitsuhide, the sneaky tease whom you loved to butt heads with.  He also happened to be the man you would do almost anything for, including taking him up on a bet that you wouldn’t dare to fuck him in every room in Azuchi Castle.  

After checking off Nobunaga’s chambers in the tenshu the previous week, the Main Hall was your second last stop.

You were absolutely incensed when Mitsuhide dragged you behind the screen, the top of your kimono already hanging limply by your waist, suspended only by a quickly loosening obi.  And when Masamune’s uproarious laughter drifted in the direction of the doorway, you hissed into your lover’s amused face:

“I thought you said they weren’t going to hold war council today!”

“I only said I wasn’t going to war council today.  There is a difference, Princess.”

That smirk on his handsome face made you want to slap him and fuck him all at once.

You could’ve chosen to stop: silently straightened up your kimono as you waited for council to adjourn before sneaking out.  Beneath the blaze of your anger however, lust still smouldered, threatening to burst into flame when Mitsuhide reached for you again to pick up where you left off.  And if you were being honest with yourself, the prospect of being caught thrilled you as much as it likely excited him.

“Umph!”

Your accidental transgression jerks you back from your thoughts as you clamp a hand over a mouthful of fabric.  Behind you, an unfazed Mitsuhide continues his languid thrusts, amber eyes flashing with amused mischief.

“Pardon me, Lord Ieyasu, did you have something to add to my report?  I would be most honoured to hear your thoughts!”  

“You must be hallucinating.  I didn’t say a word.”  Ieyasu’s reply is clipped and irritated.

“Oh, I could’ve sworn I heard something.”

“Don’t tell me there are mice!  Have you been sneaking konpeito to eat in your room at night again, Milord!?”  

Hideyoshi’s voice borders on hysterical, and you bite hard on the inside of your cheeks to keep from laughing.  Mitsuhide helps you refocus by delivering a particularly deep thrust to turn laughter into a whimper, his fingers reaching down to rub at just the right frequency to make you temporarily forget about everyone else in the room.

But it was nowhere near enough for you.  The stilted rhythm of your lover’s thrusts had you torturously hovering on the brink of your release, so close one moment and dreadfully far the next.  

So it was that you didn’t spare a second to chastise Mitsuhide when you no longer heard the footfalls of the departing lords, beyond caring about playing into his scheme when you looked back at him pleadingly to give you what you craved.

The glint in his eyes.  The smile that crossed his face before pink tongue peeked out to swipe across that lower lip.  Cocky son of a bitch.

“Guess I’ll oblige you, little mouse.”

You press your forehead to the tatami as your arms give out, your lover driving hard and fast against your backside.  The sensation of him diving deep travelled to the pit of your stomach, so consuming it took you a while to realize you were feeling lightheaded from hyperventilating into the floor.

SMACK!

You gasp as Mitsuhide brings one large hand down onto your ass, the sound echoing throughout the room as he proceeds to rub the reddened flesh, admiring the faint outline of his hand.  The shock jolts your lust-addled brain to attention even as the warmth emanating from the smarting slap makes you clench around him.  

And when you feel him shift behind you to suddenly slide that much deeper, deliberate and precise in how he angled his strokes to hit against that particular spot, you couldn’t care less about the other occupants in the castle as you finally gave voice to your pleasure, crashing down like a tidal wave to destroy any semblance of reason.

With one final thrust, Mitsuhide pulls out, the absence of his body leaving a slight chill on your skin.  However, it is soon replaced by the heat of his release, ragged breaths accompanying irregular spurts that cling to the curves of your buttocks as they drip onto the back of your thighs.

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“So, while I’m nowhere near finished settling the score with you for your little trick today, where to tomorrow?”  You ask with a smirk, satisfaction clearly written on your face as your lover produces a handkerchief to gently wipe you clean.

“Hideyoshi’s chambers.  After all, we have to prove to him that he does have a rodent problem, don’t we little mouse?”

Rolling your eyes, you shoot him an exasperated smile.  For when it comes to teasing, nobody does it better than Akechi Mitsuhide.

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