#other notes: at the midst of the flame the core is shaped like a human heart /the saints and their wax are all melting like the candle for

[otonymous]

hiii, could you possibly do some "first times" HCs with Ikesen Masamune? (obviously both him and MC have prior experience, but just their first time together!) I loved the one you did for Yuki! Thank you! 💕💖💞💘💗💝💓

Hi lovely Anon!  Thank you so much for this ask!  Masamune is so much fun to write for and I always have a blast doing it.  Happy reading!

Warning:  NSFW/18+: explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised

First Times With Masamune (Ikesen Headcanon)

Your relationship in general:

CHEMISTRY 101

You and Masamune together is like fanning a flame, adding fuel to fire: both of you burn brighter in each other’s company

Masamune is already rowdy to begin with — he gets downright unmanageable in your presence (Hideyoshi doesn’t know what to do with him and is ALMOST on the verge of giving up)

The other warlords all remark that the more time you spend with Masamune, the more of his qualities you take on (especially Ieyasu, Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide)

What they don’t realize is that you’ve always had a wild streak, it was just tempered by what society expected of you (e.g. growing up feeling like you had to be an obedient child, respecting authority figures, conforming to society’s image of what constitutes a good student/employee/etc.)

They never could do away with your smart mouth though, as Nobunaga can attest to

Masamune, who gives zero f-cks about what anyone else thinks about him (aside from you) and does what he pleases, is only drawing out from you what was already there to begin with

You were initially scared out of your wits in his presence, but then soon realize that it all just feels so…natural

Of course, you still have a very different stance compared to Masamune when it comes to physical violence and war

But rarely have you ever felt such simpatico with another human being, whether back in your own time, or here, 500 years in the past

All the other warlords, while supportive, are secretly envious of Masamune’s relationship with you (except Mitsunari, who doesn’t really know what’s going on): it’s almost criminal for a couple to have that much fun and look at each other with such smouldering passion in their eyes

Of course, all of this translates into HOT SEXY TIMES…

First kiss:

Were you always this turned on from a kiss alone?

Masamune is a skilled kisser - knows how to make you melt with just the soft press of his lips against yours and his tongue will bring you to your knees…literally

The moment you feel him slide that tongue into your mouth, you are gone, putty in his hands

Cocky bastard knows he’s good at this.  He’s had enough experience with women swooning in his arms from his kiss alone

What he didn’t expect was how affected he would be by yours

Once your lips meet, he’s suddenly ravenous, hungrily exploring every inch of your mouth and sucking your tongue into his.  He’s gently sinking his teeth into your lower lip and tugging playfully

The rest of his body responds in kind: he’s grinding into you, hands freely roaming over your clothes (is that his erection you’re feeling against your thigh through his hakama?!)

Masamune can’t quite put into words why he’s responding so fervently to you, he just knows he never wants to stop

Perhaps it’s the grip of your fingers on his hair, tugging gently as if to tame a wild animal.  Or perhaps some hidden note in the warm fragrance of your skin that he detects at the base of your neck.  Or the way your moans are reminiscent of a kitten’s purrs before he greedily swallows them into his mouth.  There’s just something about you that brings out the beast in him

”I love you.”

The first time Masamune tells you he loves you, it will be completely spontaneous

You find yourselves in another near-death situation (no surprise there), the two of you looking wild with ripped clothes, disheveled hair and dirt on your faces

And when you each finally catch your breath to take in the sight of the other through wide eyes, you crumple against one another in belly shaking laughter, both trying not to embarrass yourselves further by becoming incontinent as well

When the laughter finally dies down, he’ll suddenly reach out to gently brush the mud away from your face, softly saying, “I love you, kitten”

You are dumbstruck, frozen in place.  Never once did you think he would be the first to say it.  You love him to death, but were afraid to tell him because he just didn’t seem to be the type to ever settle down with a single partner

Masamune surprises even himself when the words leave his lips as naturally as breathing: he’s never made this kind of declaration before nor even had the inclination to do so.  But then again, he’s also never met someone quite like you before.

The man has had his share of women, but they’ve been a rotating door of one-night stands with the sole purpose of sating a physical need

The thought that you could be the one to “tame” him actually frightens Masamune a bit: suddenly his reckless behaviour on the battlefield can have consequences.  What if he never returns to see you again?

But it’s already too late.  If the words didn’t seal his fate, the passionate kiss you give him in return does.

The first night:

OH.  MY.  GODS.

While neither of you are virgins, your first night together makes you wonder what the hell it was that the two of you were doing with other partners in the past, because it certainly never felt like this

You didn’t know sex could feel this good: the two of you are so physically compatible, the chemistry is insane

We are talking hot, sweaty, wild sex

All inhibitions fly out the door and nothing is taboo.  There is no room for self-consciousness when you are making hot, passionate love with Masamune

Your nails leave crimson trails down the length of his back, while his fingers dig a bit too deeply into your hips as he’s thrusting passionately into you from behind.  You won’t notice the bruising on your skin until dressing in the light of the afternoon sun the following day, having needed to sleep in after an entire night of going at it

As things usually are with Masamune, your first time together will be unplanned: the mood is right, the stars align, and you fall into each other’s arms as naturally as the seasons cycle

Once again, it all begins with laughter.  And then, in the midst of shoulder-shaking heaves, you catch a glimpse of something in that cerulean eye, an instance where he’s completely serious, earnest…and irrevocably in love with you

He says your name.  Not “kitten” or “lass,” but your name.  Whispered like the word itself is sacred and powerful, and perhaps it is, because in that moment, held in the sway of whatever magic was conjured up by that spell, you fall on him, lips hungrily seeking Masamune’s, hands working feverishly to tear open the collar of that blue kimono, needing to feel the heat of his skin beneath your greedy fingers

Masamune is taken aback for all of 2 seconds.  You’ve never been this forward before, and he is used to playing the role of aggressor, especially when it comes to amorous activities.  But he finds that he quite likes the change and is open to becoming your prey for the evening

Sex with Masamune feels like some animalistic courtship ritual, cycling between periods of playfulness and passionate solemnity, with your naked bodies naturally finding themselves in a myriad of different positions where both of you will have the chance to experience what it’s like to dominate and be dominated

Some of the many positions/activities encountered on this first night together include: face-sitting, 69, doggy, cowgirl, missionary, lotus, reverse cowgirl… god, there are so many - some positions aren’t even named yet (now you know why it took all night)!

This man will leave no stone unturned when it comes to the pursuit of pleasure

Oral skills are top notch (the guy loves to cook, so of course he’s going to have some kind of oral fixation) and he enjoys giving as much as receiving

Your blow job is the best one he’s ever had, hands down.  The entire time, when he’s not moaning and groaning, Masamune is trying hard not to entertain fantasies of cutting down the lucky guy you got to practice on with his katana

Speaking of moaning and groaning, the man is loud and doesn’t care.  In fact, he would like nothing more than to turn up the volume so that everyone knows what a good time the both of you are having

You won’t mind swallowing: the man eats his fruits and vegetables and has healthy, home-cooked meals

Magic fingers.  Masamune has had ample experience mixing, kneading and shaping culinary delicacies by hand.  Finds that G-spot like its got a GPS tracker.  You never knew you were capable of squirting before

Dimensions: a beauty to behold, his cock is long and thick, curving slightly upwards to hit just the right spot when he’s plowing deeply into you from behind.  Nice.

Energizer bunny: Masamune can go all night…and he does the very first time he’s with you (you can bet he’s making up for lost time)

Loves to cum on you (and later on as your relationship progresses, in you).  The first night, he paints your stomach, breasts, inner thighs and ass cheeks during four separate rounds of love making

Best aftercare ever: Masamune will wipe you clean, bring you water and whip up something delicious in the kitchen to help you revive (hard core sex does tend to make one ravenous, after all).  Prepare to drift off to sleep with your head on his chest, the steady beating of his heart the sweetest lullaby

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[veritas-roleplay]

ABIGAIL BONES ( nee NORTON ) ♦︎ HUFFLEPUFF ALUMNA ♦︎ NEUTRAL ♦︎ FC: NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO ♦︎ TAKEN

B I O G R A P H Y :

As a small child, Abigail thought she was a princess, and her mother a beautiful queen, all part of the happily ever after at the end of a fairytale. But even though they got along quite well, the match between Claudia Ellery-Norton, passionate, gregarious, and a touch whimsical, and Martin Norton, determined, reserved, and nothing if not level-headed, was a loveless one. Beatrice Norton, who lived with her son and his family, had arranged the match hoping the rising star would lend a touch of glamour to the Norton name, and thus give them a leg up in social circles, but was never particularly attached to her daughter-in-law. So when Claudia died, while she was publicly mourned to the pinnacle of politeness that the high society (which the Nortons were almost a part of) demanded, no one grieved her but her 6 year old daughter. This led Abigail to the mistaken but inevitable conclusion that she felt all things more deeply than normal people, and she was best just to keep it all to herself.

After Claudia’s death, Beatrice took over as Abigail’s mother-figure and began shaping her into the society wife Beatrice had no doubt she would one day be. As far as Beatrice was concerned Abigail showed every sign of being a polite, practical, and proper Norton to her core, and this combined with the beauty, inherited from Claudia, that Abigail was already starting to show, would be the family’s ticket to breaking into Wizarding Society once and for all. The only thing that could stop Beatrice’s plan was the only secret Claudia had ever kept from her family, Abigail had yet to show any signs of magic. Claudia’s solution to this problem and been to let it be, confident that Abigail would come into her magic at her own time in her own way. Beatrice’s solution was considerably more active, setting traps and tricks hoping to bully Abigail’s magic to the surface.  When Abigail jumped off the roof, Martin finally put his foot down, banning all attempts to spark his daughter’s magic. He said, if she was a squib, she was a squib, and there was no changing it. Martin was wrong on one count, though, because Abigail wasn’t a squib, and the letter that proved it arrived promptly on her 11th birthday.

For most of her early years, just getting a Hogwarts letter had seemed like almost too much to hope for to Abigail, and after she got it, all that mattered was that she be sorted into Ravenclaw, like her mother. Instead, the hat put her in Hufflepuff, hoping that being with other children who had just as much potential for kindness and compassion as she did would help Abigail grow into the good hearted person she could be. It didn’t work. If anything, the plan backfired, as Abigail’s anger led to her resolve to be the least Hufflepuff student to ever actually be in Hufflepuff. She would not be nice, she would not be helpful, she would not be loyal to any high-minded Hufflepuff ideals. Instead, Abigail aligned herself with the sort of upper class Slytherins she knew her grandmother would approve of, and poured all of her considerable drive into being the kind of girl that her schoolfellows would admire, or at least fear. For a while, everything worked out for Abigail. She performed, if not spectacularly, then well in her classes. She had, if not close friends, then strong allies. She was, if not strictly in love with her boyfriend, then prepared to enter a partnership with him when the time came. Best of all, most days she was able to dismiss the ache of wanting more as simply missing her mother and summarily ignore it.

Things started to change on Abigail’s 17th birthday, when she came into her inheritance. Claudia’s death had been unexpected, but she’d still had a will, largely perfunctury, but the contents of her writing desk were left to Abigail and, per Martin’s decision, laid aside until she came of age. The bulky parcel arrived promptly in the middle of breakfast, and, once she realized what exactly it was, Abigail spent the rest of the morning sorting through it. Much of it was ultimately classified as trash, the natural detritus of a woman in the midst of her life, but Abigail handled every broken quill, every scrap of a crossed out, almost note with the utmost reverence. Once she was done, Abigail was left with a collection of journals, the latest one barely a quarter full, stationary she remembered watching her mother write thank you notes on as a child, and a bundle of letters, tied with a girlish ribbon and worn in ways that spoke of frequent rereads. Initially, Abigail thought they were love letters from her father, the naive assumption of a girl who, despite her own protests, still desperately wanted to believe in fairytales. But as the months passed and Abigail read and reread the letters it became impossible to deny that this was not the case.

Every girl must face a moment when she realizes, irrevocably, that her mother is a flesh and blood woman, human and fallible, with a life and thoughts and dreams that have nothing to do with them. Claudia’s death postponed this moment for Abigail, but the reality came crashing in as Abigail worked her way through the letters, which were from the three years prior to Claudia and Martin’s wedding, and her mother’s journals, which spanned the entirety of the Nortons’ marriage. The understanding that Claudia had been in love with someone else before she married Martin and, if her journals were any indication, continued to love him long after she wed another man, shook Abigail to her core. Worse still was the pervasive sadness in Claudia’s journals that only lifted when she wrote about Abigail, and the unavoidable theme of deep regret and dissatisfaction with her marriage. Claudia had entered an arranged marriage for the good of her family, something Abigail had been trained to do by her grandmother from a young age, and regretted it. Abigail became determined not to make the same mistake.

She set her sights on love, but what she found instead was a volatile relationship equally full of fights as it was good times. She thought she was doing what her mother would have wanted her to do, following her heart, but really, she was throwing herself head first into the hands of a man who made her heart beat faster out of fear as much as any other reason. She planned to run away with him, to elope right after she graduated, and was one again saved from a life she didn’t truly want by the arrival of a package, smaller this time, from the executor of her mother’s will. It contained only a letter, one that had been separated from the rest of the contents of Claudia’s desk and lost for a time. It was sealed but unaddressed and yet written on stationary that was unmistakably Claudia’s, a last letter to the man she’d loved as a girl, written around the time Abigail was 5. The contents of the letter, which was still a love letter despite the time and distance that had separated Claudia and her mystery man, was enough to give Abigail pause, and the fight resulting from her newfound reluctance to elope was enough to drive her to sever ties completely.

Months went by and Abigail drifted, unsure of what to do with herself or even who to be, and unwilling to go to anyone in her family for guidance. She might have drifted straight into a sensible, arranged marriage of Beatrice’s design were it not for Martin who, despite being a distant and uninvolved father overall, did in fact care about his daughter’s well being and, sensing that something was wrong, though he couldn’t tell what, made tentative overtures to bring Abigail into the family business. It didn’t take long to suss out that the design and manufacturing of custom racing brooms for NQL teams was not Abigail’s cup of tea, but working toward something again, and most importantly something that had nothing to do with any kind of marriage, sparked something in Abigail and she remembered a time, long ago, when she’d wanted to be a mediwitch. With nothing better to do and her father’s support, Abigail set off for London to achieve her childhood dream, and hopefully find herself along the way.

D E T A I L S :

☛ CANON INFORMATION : [ mother of Susan Bones ]

☛ AFFILIATION : neutral

☛ BLOOD STATUS : halfblood

☛ AGE : 21

☛ FORMER HOUSE : Hufflepuff

☛ TRAITS :

     Positives : confident / unapologetic / curious

     Negatives : uncreative / aloof / defensive

☛ OCCUPATION : Mediwitch-in-training

C O N N E C T I O N S :

AMELIA BONES, GWENOG JONES, MERWYN FINWICK : close friends

CHARLES BONES : husband, teases

EVAN ROSIER : former flame, distant

GRETA CATCHLOVE, BREVIS BIRCH, WILDA GRIFFITHS : defensive around

OTTO BAGMAN : used to tutor her, finds amusing

LUDO BAGMAN, FENRIR GREYBACK, CORNELIUS FUDGE : thinks they’re arrogant