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ikemenlibrary · 4 months

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Now announcing.... 'My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange!

A sweet and spicy holiday to celebrate with your true love

The fifth installment in the Ikémen Gift Exchanges hosted by @ikemenlibrary. This one’s a bit different, as it’s not for a specific fandom, but instead, a romantic holiday!

This is open to all of the current Ikémen games released in English servers!

Main Info:

Event: Gift Exchange

Fandom(s): Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Revolution

Creation time: January 19 - February 16 Gift sharing: February 17-18

You can sign up for the exchange here

The deadline to submit your submission to join the exchange will be due on January 12.

You will have a month to create a Valentine’s gift for your recipient and an Ikémen character that they have given to you out of their list.

If you're interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before January 12. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let me (the host) know if you’ve done that, as I do not get notified when that happens and I want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, I will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact me directly.

Once I get everyone’s information organized and sorted, I will be reaching out to everyone individually on January 19 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to create for, as well as any extra information to share at that point in time.

When your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, I will reach out with a link to join the Discord server (if you aren’t already in it from previous exchanges).**

Please let me know if you have any questions! I can be reached via Tumblr DM or if you have my Discord from previous exchanges, you may find me there as well <3

Disclaimer: **Please note before signing up that I do have a Discord server that I encourage everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (myself included!) to get to know one another, work together, and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with!

If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please message me before you send in an application so I am aware that you will not be joining and can mark it down on my end for organization purposes. (If I’ve spoken to you about this before, just specify in the sign up sheet, there’s no reason to need to reach out again!)

Below the cut, there is a new update to the rules I’ve previously had in place. This is also reflected in the sign up sheet. Please let me know if you have any questions!**

Can’t wait to see you all soon!

**I just wanted to give a quick update on the rules, as I have changed a few things slightly this time around.

The minimum word requirement for fanfiction updated from 800 to 850 words

The fan art requirement has been updated from being lined with a colored drawing, to also require a background as well (this can be a solid color, or scenery, or whatever you decide. The background just cannot be white (of course, special cases may occur and I will leave it up to the artists stylistic choice))

This time around, you cannot select specific characters from a list who you aren’t interested in creating for. That would be too messy with 4 fandoms. Instead, you will get more options of characters to create based on your choices you fill out on the sign up form

You must be ready to share progress during the halfway check in point via Google Drive/Docs if you are a fanfiction creator. If you do not have access to using one of these, please send me whatever you have during the check in, and I will copy it into my Google Drive. This is so if there becomes a time where you lose your progress on something other than Google, there will still be a copy existing, even if it doesn’t completely reflect your current progress.

This will all be reiterated in the information key you will be given at the time assignments go out, so don’t worry about remembering this for the time being

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lucyw260 · 10 months

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Yore Of Shooting Stars - Nobunaga

Every year on my birthday I post a little something to commemorate Nobunaga's death anniversary which so happens to be the same day, I wanted to write a little something to keep up the tradition. I hope you like it.

Words = 364

Warnings = established relationship, kissing

Excerpt = "I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes"

Summer was beginning and the nights were getting shorter and hotter. Y/n and Nobunaga were out on the balcony of Nobunaga's tenshu, watching the stars in the humid breeze. Nobunaga's arms were wrapped around Y/n as she was seated in his lap.

Suddenly a bright light shot across the deep cerulean sky and Y/n quickly clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.

Nobunaga angled his eyes down towards her as he watched her effulgent and elysian visage in all her glory. He waited until she her interesting action was finished but it ended up being protracted and he became impatient.

He stroked one long finger down the side of her face to draw her eyes to his. "What were you doing just now?" he inquired in confusion as her eyes flittered open to meet his.

"A shooting star just went by so I was making a wish" Y/n spoke as if it was obvious

Nobunaga hummed but before he could answer, another bright light arched across the sky.

"Quick Nobunaga, clasp your hands together and make a wish!" Y/n enthusiastically pointed out in a slight panic.

He did as she said and put his hands together in silence, he wished for the first thing that came to mind. When he opened his eyes, Y/n's curious eyes looked eager to hear his wish.

"That was a pointless activity, the stars cannot answer a person's wishes" Nobunaga boldly declared. Y/n's expression fell a little upon hearing his opinion.

"However, sharing a superstition you believe in was interesting but I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes" he declared as Y/n tilted her head in puzzlement.

"How come?" she asked inquisitively.

Out of nowhere, Nobunaga pulled her by the waist towards him and planted a deep kiss upon her lips of pulchritude before pulling away.

He looked straight into her eyes as he replied...

"Because it is my duty as your boyfriend to fulfill all your wishes. I won't let the night sky steal that from me"

Y/n chuckled quietly as she stared in mild shock, adoration and love for Nobunaga overflowing in her heart.

Please don’t repost, edit or steal. Reblogs are more than welcome though!

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leonscape · 11 months

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A Pear of Lovers

Mitsunari x Pear, a crack fic

It's quite the wholesome relationship so please enjoy :)

@drewadoodle

Word Count: 508

After force feeding Mitsunari like a baby bird, Hideyoshi finally managed to pull Mitsunari out of his trance. Mitsunari got sucked into his reading and he didn’t realize the sun had already set and the moon was rising in the sky.

“You have to start taking care of yourself,” Hideyoshi scolded.

“My apologies, I got distracted.” He bowed deeply.

“No need to apologize. Just get some rest,” Hideyoshi sighed, “I appreciate your hard work.”

The next day, Mitsunari gave his report to Hideyoshi. Although he was pleased with his work, Hideyoshi wasn’t too happy about the dark circles under Mitsunari’s eyes. After they concluded their official business, Hideyoshi gave Mitsunari a special gift.

“Oh! My lord, you don’t need to give me anything,” Mitsunari politely refused.

“Just take this and enjoy it, okay?” Hideyoshi pushed a basket of fresh fruits towards Mitsunari.

“Oh, okay. Thank you, Lord Hideyoshi.” He accepted the basket.

Later that day, Mitsunari decided to try the fruits. It was a great assortment, lots of variety, and quite refreshing.

But there was only one that stole his heart. The pear. It was the juiciest fruit he’s ever eaten. The skin was firm and the flesh was supple. It was sweet, but not overbearing. Mitsunari was refreshed and ready to get to work.

His lovely pear sat beside him as he read. It was hard for him to get lost in his reading. Instead, his eyes would always drift over to the pear. Everytime his gaze landed on the pear, he would smile and giggle.

“Lady Pear, you’re so amazing,” Mitsunari complimented. He loved Lady Pear’s company.

Hideyoshi opened the door to Mitsunari’s room to check on him. But he was utterly shocked when Mitsunari’s eyes left the book. “Uh, Mitsunari? I was just checking on you, I didn’t mean to barge in or anything,” Hideyoshi said.

“Oh it’s okay. I appreciate you coming to check on me,” he said.

Hideyoshi saw the emptied basket next to him and he got excited. “Oh! Did you enjoy the fruits?”

“Yes, they were quite tasty,” Mitsunari replied. His gaze drifted back to his pear once more.

“Good! That’s great!” Hideyoshi saw the pear next to him. “Uh, do you not like pears?”

“What? Oh no, I love pears,” Mitsunari said. He picked Lady Pear up and cuddled her.

Hideyoshi’s smile faded as the scene unfolded. Mitsunari happily sighed as he nuzzled and tenderly gazed at Lady Pear. “Um, what- what are you doing with that pear?” he asked nervously.

“Pears are so lovely,” Mitsunari said. “They smell so sweet and they’re so… juicy! Even the shape is attractive too, right? And this brown color is great, right?” He did his best to describe and compliment Lady Pear.

“Huh?” The sheer confusion on Hideyoshi’s face went unnoticed as Mitsunari only looked at Lady Pear. “No… No, this can’t be happening…”

The room spun as Hideyoshi came to the realization that Mitsunari had fallen in love with a pear. Hideyoshi’s jaw dropped; he accidentally made his worst nightmare come true.

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xxsycamore · 2 years

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Body Worship | Massage + I see you're enjoying my gift + IkeSen Kanetsugu

I haven't seen any Kanetsugu content here on Tumblr, I wanted to know your take on him since his route is not yet out in the EN Version. Heard that Cybird's dropping his route in December in the JP Version.

By the time I got to doing this request Kanetsugu's route has long been a fact, but that would only mean we're one step closer to receiving it in EN! Thank you for this request Mys, it's always a pleasure writing for you ❤ Recalling your style that I'm endlessly fascinated by, I tried to make this fic sound a little more beautiful among other things. I hope you like it!

—𝘛𝘌𝘈 𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘒

"And thank you, Kanetsugu's arms, for protecting me."

"Mai."

He takes a hold of her, guiding her into his lap. He stares at her sharply, wisteria-colored gaze piecing her like a cupid's arrow. She can keep falling inlove with him forever.

"Thank my lips next."

▍This is 90% tooth-rotting fluff and 10% smut 🥺❤❤ tags: Fluff & Smut; Massage; Body Worship; Blow Jobs; Cock Worship; Established Relationship

Written as a part of VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2021 hosted by me here.

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DAY 29 - Body Worship | Massage + “I see that you’re enjoying my gift.”

Mai can imagine what's on the other side of the shoji door before even opening it. Balancing the tray on her hands, she slides it to the side enough to slip inside, and surely enough, like a still image Kanetsugu is exactly where she last left him, brush in hand and hard at work.

"Tea break!" She announces, bubbly but not loud enough to startle him as she sits down opposite him.

Kanetsugu finishes his stroke and greets her, his serious face adopting a softer expression just for her. His eyes look tired.

"I hope I'm not gonna drink my tea alone this time…" Mai half-pouts while pouring each of them a steaming hot cup. It's well into the night so refreshing teas are a no-no, much to her boyfriend's chagrin. The aroma lets Kanetsugu know right away, but he doesn't hesitate taking a nice long sip of liquid relax. He didn't realize how dry his mouth has gotten. The herbs are slowly working his roughed-up nerves relaxed, and it's all written across his face.

"Mhm, that’s better." Mai chuckles, lifting her own cup to her lips, a noticeably smaller sip than Kanetsugu's, because she has something to add. "Hello there, smile I missed."

Kanetsugu lets out a chuckle as well, slightly shaking his head. He didn't realize he was smiling, was that even a smile? No matter how small, Mai would always spot the difference in his expression. And here he thought he'd only indulge her for a cup of tea and get to finish his work afterwards…

"Don't sit so far. Come."

He pats the place next to him twice and Mai all but flies into his arms. It's a little closer than supposed but Kanetsugu doesn't mind. He's only puzzled why she isn't breaking one more barrier by linking their lips already.

"I saw you rubbing your neck when I came in. Do you need a massage?"

Fleeing his arms right away, Kanetsugu opens his mouth to say one thing, and ends up saying another.

"If you will."

Even when she is behind him where he can't see, Kanetsugu all but hears her smile as she places her hands on his nape. He reaches to fix the collar of his robe a little lower for her convenience and she works the newlyfound skin. Her thumbs rub into his tense muscles, pushing and pulling gently until the knots of stiffness are gone one by one. The soft sounds Kanetsugu makes sound like he's enjoying it, and Mai wants to spoil him more. Recently she can't help but worry about him overworking himself. While moving on massaging his shoulders as well - Kanetsugu doesn't mind - her eyes wander around their surroundings while in thought. They stop on the potpourri sachet that she'd given him in the morning. It would appear that he keeps it close even while working.

“I see that you’re enjoying my gift.”

"I do. Thank you once again."

Kanetsugu's voice comes out a bit strained, in the best way, due to Mai's ministrations. She smiles at the thought of him taking a sniff of it every now and then, breaking his working stoicism in exchange for a gulp of air laced with relaxing scents that remind him of her. Does he do it only when she's not around…?

Heart leaping happily, Mai places a kiss on Kanetsugu's exposed nape, sending goosebumps all over.

"Thank you, Kanetsugu's neck for carrying his clever head tirelessly all day."

Kanetsugu scoffs in absurdity but doesn't practically defy her.

"Thank you, Kanetsugu's shoulders for carrying the weight of the whole caste's workload."

"Someone's gotta do it." Kanetsugu says all too proudly, and if up to this moment it was him snorting at Mai, it's now her turn. Still, she doesn't want to ruin the moment. After his shoulders, left and right, she ducks on one of his sides to kiss his arm.

"And thank you, Kanetsugu's arms, for protecting me."

"Mai."

He takes a hold of her, guiding her into his lap. He stares at her sharply, wisteria-colored gaze piecing her like a cupid's arrow. She can keep falling inlove with him forever.

"Thank my lips next."

Her lips curl upwards in disbelief how adorable he could be sometimes. It's a shame he never takes pride in that of all things. She can tease him a little longer for that, or…

Not resisting him a second more, she gives him a kiss full of pent-up affection. No massages or caresses could translate her love better, and Kanetsugu feels it too. He answers back the wordless expression of love by kissing her twice as hard as she does him, grabbing the back of her head and swirling his tongue around hers, caressing it passionately.

They pull back and put their foreheads together.

"Kanetsugu, I want to worship your body."

The breath is caught in his lungs for a second upon that naked confession. God give him the patience to let her have his way with him.

Reading the 'Do whatever you want with me' in his eyes, Mai chuckles and undoes his obi.

"Starting there?"

Fingers burying into his silky white hairlocks, she gives his lips a little peck.

"Starting there."

That concludes tonight's paperwork managing. Kanetsugu finds out about all the gratitude little Mai has hidden in the depths of her heart, some of which he didn't foresee. Among the strong hips that maneuvers him atop his battle horse, and the thighs that make a surprisingly good lap-pillow, Kanetsugu is puzzled how she decides which ones to judge according to intimate situations and which not. There is one part of him, however, that raises no doubt.

"Thank you, Kanetsugu's cock, for pleasing me so well."

Kanetsugu rolls his eyes in a should-have-expected-it fashion, but is not displeased with what he heard. He has a hitch it's the last thing he'll hear from her in awhile and he already misses her sweet voice and playful words when her mouth wraps around his length.

"You're giving me ideas for later, Mai…"

Lashes fluttering at him in question that she already think the answer of, she withdraws until only the tip of his cock is in her mouth and rubs it flat against her tongue with the help of her hands until her mouth falls open along it.

"You're going to copy me?" She asks.

"No." Kanetsugu says in an even tone, "I'm going to worship you with my tongue alone."

Blushing at the mere thought of it, Mai forgets her own shamelessness in her acts. With wetness pooling on her underwear, she takes Kanetsugu's member in her mouth again, determined to please him for as long as she can before he turns the tables on her.

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the12thnightproject · 2 years

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A Simple Game

Who will win when The God of Deceit, The Tiger of Kai and the Silver Kitsune all have the same goal?

Requested by @venulus

Prompts: May I, please, request: Mitsuhide, Shingen & Motonari + “I can explain” + Only one bed + SFW

Word Count: 2400+

Warnings: None

Some stories begin with ‘once upon a time,’ and some can only begin with ‘it was a dark and stormy night.’ This story… is the latter, for it was a dark and stormy night, a night when the Gods Raijin and Fujin hurled thunder, lightning, wind, and rain at unlucky travelers. Such a night was not a night to be in the elements, and anyone caught in this sudden cloudburst sought whatever shelter they could find, be it cave, farm, or…

…an ordinary Inn at the edge of an ordinary posting town. Though the Inn wasn’t fancy, it was neat and clean, and more importantly to hapless refugees from the storm, it was warm and dry. Though not famous for its meals or for the prettiness of the tea maids, it was a perfectly acceptable place to spend the night.

And it was on this dark and stormy night, that three men were forced by the elements to take shelter at this very Inn.

This very small Inn.

This very small, crowded Inn.

This very small, crowded Inn with … only one vacancy.

Had the three men been travelling together, or had they been close friends, there might be no story to be told. But these men were not close friends, nor were they close to being friends, and the fact remained that there was only one room, with one bed in it, and three strangers who wished to have that room.

The Innkeeper was a fair woman, and in this situation, would have simply given the room to the first man to arrive. However, she had not been at the entry when the first of the strangers crossed the threshold, and none would admit to having entered after the others. Indeed, it wasn’t clear even to them who had stepped inside the building first, as they had not paid attention to anything but their desire to escape the driving rain.

At a loss, the Innkeeper led the three men to the common room, settled them around the ash pit where a kettle of steaming water was kept hot over coals, and asked if they would be willing to decide between themselves who should be given the room. With the promise of tea and hot soup to warm them up while they talked, the strangers acquiesced to this plan. Relieved, the Innkeeper promised to keep a careful watch over their saddlebags in the meanwhile.

“So, ‘friends,’ how do we go about making this decision?” asked a sun-browned man with white hair. He introduced himself to the others as Shojumaru and revealed that he was a merchant travelling from the port of Sakai. “Trial by combat? Heh heh?” He laughed a little at his own joke, but his black gloved hand stroked the hilt of his sword with an emphasis that suggested he wouldn’t mind being taken seriously.

“Dear me, you are rather bloodthirsty for a merchant, Shojumaru.” With a gleam in his amber-gold eyes, the speaker shifted position, revealing a musket at his side. “Although that certainly would be one way to eliminate the competition for the room would it not?”

The third man, a tall man with smoky eyes and red-brown hair, who had introduced himself as Shin, a pilgrim on his way to the shrine at Togakushi, spoke up. “It also would create quite the mess that this poor maid would have to clean up.” He winked at the young woman who brought their tea, “thank you, Angel,” then returned his attention to the other two. “And it would be an unpleasant death for you…”

He tilted his head toward the man with the musket, who obligingly supplied his name. “Kyubei. And why would that be?”

“In this weather, a matchlock weapon is more than likely too wet to fire. Shojumaru could cut you down before you even lit the fuse.” He took a long sip of tea, calm and ambivalent to the potential death of this Kyubei.

“Heh. And what would stop me from killing you after that, Shin?” Shojumaru seemed half-excited, half-curious about that prospect.

“My sheer force of personality,” Shin replied with a friendly smile. “Besides, we can contest the room without spilling blood. Why not simply challenge each other to a game of riddles?”

Though Shojumaru scoffed at this suggestion, Kyubei’s face held a flicker of interest. “A battle of the minds? Intriguing idea. Yes. I would be pleased to match wits with… you both.”

“If the two of you are content to play children’s games, then I’m more ‘an happy to take advantage of the easy win.” The merchant waved away the maid bearing a plate of fish stew with a grumpy gesture. “I ain’t hungry.”

After a brief consultation, it was decided that each contestant would ask one riddle. Answering the riddle correctly would yield one point, while posing an unanswerable question would net two.

In spite of his initial reluctance, Shojumaru willingly offered the first riddle. “What is the one question that you can never answer yes to?”

“Are you asleep?” Kyubei responded immediately.

“That, is a question I have never needed to ask any of my companions.” Rather than directing his response to the others, Shin slanted a wicked grin to the maid who refilled his tea, and was rewarded with a shy blush.

Kyubei ignored the byplay between Shin and the maid. “Try this one – it involves numbers, Shojumaru, so as a merchant you ought to have no problem.” He cleared his throat, and recited, “Eleven men walking by, eleven pears hanging high. Each man takes a single pear and leaves eleven hanging there. How is this so?”

But it was Shin who answered the so-called mathematical question first. “I can explain that easily. There were twenty-two pears to begin with, hanging in pairs of two. Thank you, Kyubei, I do enjoy word play.” As it was his turn to ask a question, he continued. “When I am soft, I cut through rocks, but when I am hard, you will need no locks.”

His opponents paused so long that it might have been understandable for Shin to consider himself the victor, before Shojumaru slapped his hand on the table hard enough for their cups to vibrate, causing tea to slop over the edges. “A river. The rushing water in spring will cut through the land, and when frozen, there’s no need for a lock to traverse it.”

“Indeed. And with that, my friends, we are tied.” Shin paused to withdraw a hand towel from his kimono to blot up the tea. “Shall we continue through another round?”

“Bah, once was enough for me.” Shojumaru called the maid over and requested that she bring his pack to him. Once reunited with his luggage, he rooted around until he found a deck of karuta. “You gents familiar with the Nanban game ‘Ombre’?”

Neither was, but both were willing enough to learn it, if it meant earning the right to that last bed. Although the rules were somewhat complex, the game itself was a simple enough structure of rounds that included bidding to determine the strongest suit amongst the ‘cups, coins, clubs, and swords,’ followed by highest card takes the hand. The three men each found themselves almost enjoying the bidding rounds, for, as Shin put it, “there is a rather crude strategy in determining your own cards’ strongest points and deciding whether their opposites are contained in your opponents’ hand or in the pile.”

Kyubei gazed at him over his own hand. “You display a rather deep understanding of strategy for a simple pilgrim, Shin.”

“And you’re rather cheeky for a simple courier, Kyubei.” Shin seemed unconcerned by either the implied threat from Kyubei or his own observations. With a smile, he glanced at Shojumaru. “Meanwhile Shojumaru is rather volatile for a merchant. All people are more than what they appear to be – and on a stormy night like tonight, perhaps it would be best for everyone if we take them for what they seem.”

“Are the two of you going to gab, or play the game?” Shojumaru tossed down a card that was overtaken instantly by Kyubei’s higher one.

“I believe that is … what was the term you used? Sacada?” Kyubei raked in the pile of stones the group was using as currency. “I also believe, Shojumaru, that you are out of markers, and therefore have lost.”

With a scowl, Shojumaru gathered up the deck. “In that case, I’ll leave you two to fight over the room.” He called for the maid to find his geta and mino, as he shouldered his pack. “There must be another Inn nearby that will have a room.”

With a mocking bow, he took his leave of them. Once he was safely outdoors, Shojumaru grinned widely and directed a laugh to the skies, for though Shojumaru was indeed a name from his childhood, his true name was Mouri Motonari, the God of Deceit. Motonari was satisfied with the events of the night. He’d tested the skills of two of the era’s most renowned spymasters, obtained insight into how they operated, and escaped without them learning his identity.

Yes, it had been a good night.

Back inside the Inn…

“He lost on purpose,” Shin told Kyubei, for he had kept track of the cards played.

“I figured as much.” Kyubei glanced around the room, nodding to another man, a man with long dark hair. The dark haired man nodded back, then headed out into the storm. “Hm. I wonder if the proprietor keeps a shogi set on hand… unless you’d be willing to give up the room to a simple courier.”

“I would not.” Shin signaled the Innkeeper. “Although playing shogi amounts to much the same, for I am in no way a master of that game.” Even with that disclaimer, he was willing enough to play, and as the Innkeeper did keep a game board on hand, the two moved to a low table to continue their competition.

Kyubei tossed five tokins onto the board – enough landed promotion side up to designate him the first player. As both men stuck to standard moves to open the board, they were able to make idle conversation. “You sent your man out after him?” Shin didn’t identify the ‘him,’ but Kyubei correctly interpreted the question to mean Shojumaru.

“Dear me, who do you take me for? We’ve already established that I’m only a simple courier.” At Shin’s disbelieving look, Kyubei added, “I imagine that someone interested in the activities of this Shojumaru would be extremely incompetent if he did not have the man followed.” Kyubei advanced the silver general. “There could be any number of interested parties out there following him… ninjas… mitsumono…?”

“One could make that assumption.” It would be an incorrect assumption; the mitsumono were actually tailing ‘Kyubei’s’ man. As Shin did not care to continue that line of conversation, he picked up a shogi piece and turned it over and over in his hand. “I find it interesting that the only two characters in shogi who cannot be promoted are the king and the gold general, for the king cannot become a God, and the gold general… cannot become a king.”

“I find it interesting that a man so willing to philosophize about the nature of a wooden tile, is indeed not very good at this game.” Kyubei studied the board. “Unlike Shojumaru, I can tell that you are making a concerted attempt to win here. You are not even close to succeeding.” He shook his head and tsked. “I truly hoped to find a competent opponent in you.”

Unconcerned, Shin attempted to wrest the tide of the game back to himself. “I did tell you that in Shogi, I am no more than an amateur.”

“So you did. I hoped it was a lie to lure me in.” Kyubei’s castle formation closed in on Shin’s king.

“Would I do that?” Shin winced as one of his pawns was taken off the board. “As it happens, I find there are too many other things that need doing ahead of practicing a game, even one that involves complicated strategy.” Shin took another long moment to admire the tea maid – and she took a much longer one to admire him back. “Why play a strategy game, when so much of life… love… war… is already strategic?”

“Because,” Kyubei replied, as he picked up the rook, “it’s never simply a game. One can learn so much about an opponent by facing them across the board. Are they ruthless? Are they focused? Who are they willing to sacrifice to achieve victory? Who do they try to save?” He gestured to the game board, where Shin’s pawns were mostly all still in play, alive, unsacrificed. Then he placed the rook before the king. “Checkmate.”

Without waiting for Shin to confirm, Kyubei stood up. “I believe I have won the right to the room.” He bowed to Shin, then followed the waiting maid up to the second floor, to claim his prize of a room and a bed for the night. As he made himself comfortable on the futon, he smiled to himself. Yes, it had been a profitable evening. One of his spies was making headway on the identity of this Shojumaru, he had bested the Tiger of Kai in a game of shogi, and more importantly, he’d obtained insight into how his opponent thought and operated. With that happy thought, the Silver Kitsune, whose name was not Kyubei, but Mitsuhide, dropped off to sleep.

Ah, but do not worry about the man Mitsuhide called the Tiger of Kai. While Shin had kept the other two men occupied with the games, the Innkeeper, who was one of his mitsumono, had carefully searched their belongings. Nor was he going to be turned away without a soft place to sleep, for the maid invited him to spend the remainder of the night in her bed. Yes, he too was pleased with the evening. Not only did he have a warm bed and an enthusiastic companion, but he’d gained insight into how his opponents thought and operated. With that happy thought, the man, whose name was not Shin, but Shingen, dropped a kiss on the forehead of the well-satisfied maid, cuddled her close, and drifted into sleep.

And so, while the tale of the game between The Silver Kitsune, The Tiger of Kai, and the God of Deceit began ominously, not with a ‘once upon a time,’ but ‘a dark and stormy night,’ it ended happily enough for all involved parties.

…especially the maid.

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Moonlight (3/4)

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Character: Kenshin, Shingen Contents: friendship, magical realism(?), fear of loss, nightmares of death Ao3 link in the source. Consider leaving a comment there, if you liked it! Summary: Woken up by nightmares despite the cosy life with his beloved, Kenshin leaves her side to calm down - without burdening her with the delusions of his mind and the dread of the loss he dreamt. A few deep breaths in the serene night and a few words exchanged with an old friend - such a small thing yet it helps him collect himself enough to go back and fall asleep by his wife’s side again. Yet when your mind is haunted by fears, long is the way and hard. Four nights, separated by time.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

He woke up in the middle of the night, frozen in fear. Deafened by the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears, the ice of dread had entrapped his heart. But as he watched her sleeping soundly, wrapped in her own bed hair, the ice slowly melted. He looked at her face – and albeit the darkness was almost deep enough to hide it from him, if he strained his eyes, he could still see her relaxed, unguarded expression. Her sleep was peaceful, without any hint of pain – a truly blissful sight he can never get tired of.

He leaned towards her to rest his head on her shoulder for a moment and listen to her breath – even and calm. Nothing was happening, but Kenshin couldn’t shake off the feeling his dream brought upon him. The cold in his chest might had been gone, but the frostbite remained.

As recent as yesterday, she felt as healthy as usual, no symptoms of early fatigue. There was no drop in her stamina, even going back for years in his memory, she only seemed to be getting stronger, more accustomed to all the work she engrossed herself in. Her self-defence practice has been going like usual, without a hitch as well. Nothing was amiss. There were no sign of death crawling into her body.

Or was there? It could had been sitting silent, hidden somewhere where no one could find it – until it strikes. Like in other people – claimed by illness early, when they should still have long lives to live – but their lives were cut short nonetheless. Not by sword but by the unexpected enemy within. Like hers in his dream, eating her from the inside.

He did not know all the signs – how could he be possibly sure, what symptoms might emerge – and if. And as the years pass and pass – some day she would develop an enemy within. Late or early, it was to happen. It could have been developing even that night. How could have he been so neglectful?

Creeping into his heart again, the frost came back. No matter how he kept reasoning with his mind, it wasn’t listening, it couldn’t be persuaded. She taught him how to fight the fear of preventable possibilities – but how does one fight the fear of looming certainty?

His mind knew it was right, no matter how he tried to calm it. This time it wasn’t going to let go and arguing with it could only let it sweep him with the avalanche of uncontrolled thoughts – in fact, he felt it already approach.

He sat up in his futon and let out a sigh of defeat. After such a long time there were still fears he could not handle.

He collected a blanket he kicked off in his nightmare, wrapped it around his shoulders and walked out to sit in silence and moonlight. In this warm summer night, he was in the hallways again, shivering in his blanket despite the comfortable, soft warmth. Yet it wasn’t enough to defrost the ice that settled in him.

All he could do was to disconnect himself. And so he tried, locking his eyes on the moon, hoping it’d clear his head with its bright light.

Through the sound of cicadas and his own fear ringing in his ears, he did not hear footsteps on the floor.

Shingen leaned against the pillar, as usual as if he appeared out of thin air, but not unexpected.

“Did you miss our talks so much?” He sat down next to Kenshin without bothering to wait for the invitation that would never come anyway.

Kenshin did not grace him with an answer.

He just kept looking at the moon, trying to get consumed by its glow, and in the corner of his eye, he had Shingen’s silhouette, calmly watching the night in the background, dulling the rampant thoughts with quiet, supportive presence.

But even if subdued, the fear was still there and the moonlight wasn’t cleansing it either, and neither was tracing the outlines of trees and buildings with his eyes.

“You seem really restless tonight.” Shingen gave him a knowing look. The hint of concern in his expression rubbed Kenshin the wrong way, but he knew that having company on those sleepless nights was helping him push away his thoughts.

And Shingen was right – that night the thoughts were persistent.

Yet, he didn’t ask Kenshin what was on his mind, what was haunting him so much that he couldn’t sleep again.

“Does death announce itself?” The words felt dry on Kenshin’s lips.

He didn’t look Shingen in the eye, his gaze still locked onto the moonlit garden. And he wasn’t even asking Shingen, who has never given him a clear answer that Kenshin didn’t already know – or was about to realise on his own.

“How heartless of you to ask me that.” Despite this reply, however, Shingen, didn’t seem to really mind. Smiling, even, he came back to Kenshin’s question. “Does it?”

“Have I just never cared before?”

He wasn’t one to pay attention to others around. Until she entered his life, and after that too, he never watched anyone but her. People would come and go – one way or another, and he didn’t give them a thought. He missed so many opportunities to learn the way illness works, how it looks like.

How would she even show, if she was feeling unwell? Would she show? Or maybe she was like a rabbit, hiding the symptoms until she couldn’t anymore? Would she tell him, if she felt the end approaching, Kenshin asked himself.

“I wonder.” Shingen wasn’t looking at him, but rather at the sky, with a serene expression of a man who found peace with the world.

Kenshin couldn’t. His sole presence in the hallway, where he was chased out of his bedroom by a nightmare, was a proof of it. There weren’t many things that could shake him – but loss was one of them.

Maybe this fear was the core of being alive. Maybe and will spend his life horrified of the certainty of loss and will never be free, as long as he lives.

“I wonder what would she say to your fears,” Shingen pondered.

He did not give him an answer, and he couldn’t. But Kenshin found it on his own.

There was no measures against this fear and no overcoming it, when the fate was sealed.

But was there a point of this fear? The fateful day would eventually come for her too, like it did for others, and age would claim her like it would claim him as well. There was no way around it, so the only thing one could do, was to accept it.

He couldn’t.

He just couldn’t.

Do other people just accept it, with peace in their hearts?

Does she accept it, with peace in her heart? He knew she had worries she kept for herself. That could be one of them.

But even if she was feeling the same, she was still smiling, she kept seizing the day and seizing it for him too. And the worst of crimes would be to let the fears spoil it. To ruin her hard work, the hard work she put her heart into.

He could not allow any dream to waste even one second of their time for idle worry – the time they had was meant to be savoured, and only that was right. He ought to give it what it was owed.

Fear was only in the way – and Kenshin did not tolerate anything that tried to interfere in their happiness. That was the true enemy he had to hold off and battle – not struggle with. Even if it couldn’t be slain for good, he was going to push it away, behind the walls of the fortress, where it could only attempt to siege – but it will not get in anymore.

And the fear finally withdrew, released the last bits of his soul from its claws, leaving only an exhausted void.

He was so tired.

He craved her warmth. He needed it.

“Going back already?”

As usual, Shingen could read him before Kenshin even said anything. So he just nodded – partially as confirmation, partially as a goodbye, and stood up.

Back in their bedroom, she was sleeping as soundly as when he left.

He snuggled up against her, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. She wiggled in his arms a bit, tickled by his hair, but calmed down soon, oblivious to Kenshin’s nightmare.

As he was falling asleep again, he promised himself to find and bring every possible medical book to Kasugayama. Instead of thinking of what he couldn’t prevent, he had prepare for the upcoming fate – that was something he could do. What is known, is much easier to expect – and mitigate.

His consciousness finally drifted off, this time without dreams.

=> Part 4.

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spoopy-fish-writes · 2 years

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Hello, Spoops! Could I request a fluffy drabble or a headcanon, with Masamune and Mai just resting after a long day of work? Perhaps they're sharing a dinner and just take their time to enjoy it, perhaps they're falling asleep / napping together, perhaps they're just watching the clouds or blossoming trees, or really - anything peaceful and/or domestic? Some... Tired idiots deeply in love, I suppose? Whichever sparks your interest! I trust your judgement completely.

I hope this has some semblance of sense ^^" Thank you in advance, have a lovely day!

—Lingering warmth

Suitor(s): Masamune

TW: Food mention

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Hiya Lorei ^^ My judgement has decided that I should entertain my recent obsession with sunsets 😌 || Sleepy idiots in love... <33

Even with Masamune's habit of skipping out of war councils, he was busy and so were you. Work would swarm you and your interactions would be limited to brief greetings in the corridors and quick smiles. It was tiring but the both of you had things to do that couldn't be avoided. Meeting with one another was always a delight on these days with the need for something to take your minds off of work for a brief moment more than evident from the way that you would melt against each other once you returned to your room.

Your voices had long died down now, the steady breathing from the both of you filling the silence along side the chatter from the creatures of the forest that surrounded you, the sun shining a warm golden glow over the two of you as it set and you leaned on Masamune's shoulder watching it.

The food set in front of the two of you had been mostly finished, the main part of it still having been warm as you ate thanks to the fact that the two of you hadn't strayed far from Oshu. There was little left of it all now, in-between having been occasionally leaning over to pop fruit and ride into each others' mouths amongst trying to tidy everything up for when the two of you would leave, light laughter bubbling from the both of you while food missed your mouths and kisses being stolen when the two of you were close enough while tidying up.

Now you were both tuckered out, eyes drooping occasionally as the peace of the sunset further caught up to you.

It was nice and quiet in comparison to Azuchi and Oshu. Even a nice change from Masamune's usual boisterousness. These moments with him weren't always particularly memorable. They didn't have the same kind of flair as riding as fast as feasibly possible across a field, warnings to hold on tight getting lost in the wind; they didn't share the same kind of dangerous elation that came from dangerous stunts that had your heart beating wildly and the certainty that Masamune would never let you get hurt present in your heart and mind.

But they had their own charm, their own feeling of lingering affection and understanding that you couldn't match with anything else. Neither one of you felt the need to say it out loud but it was nice. A change that was more than welcome in Japan's warring period.

His hand in yours and the feeling of the steady rise and fall of his shoulder with his chest. He was warm and you smiled up at him, sleepy but content, earning a soft smile in response as he felt your eyes on him, his arm moving to bring you closer as the sky was bathed in stretches of gold and purples for that brief moment before day made way to night.

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ikesenfantasy · 1 year

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Ikemen Sengoku: What-If Collection Event - Warlord Pets

THE HERD - PART 2 - Azuchi Crew

Part 2 of the April Fool's fanfiction of a What-if Collection Event, your taking care of the Azuchi Crew. Hope to see you soon for Kasagayama Crew next. Also sorry for the wait. University has got my hands tied. (Writing a book for class)

Never would I thought that taking care of animals can be quite the handful sometimes. But at the same time it is like a miniature zoo of warlords I have to take care of. Even though they can be high maintenance; it makes up for their adorableness.

Day 1

Since the warlords were animals I decided to keep them in the castle of Azuchi until they got better and returned to their normal forms. Thankfully they are still able to eat normally like their human counterparts. Nobunaga would rest my shoulder for most of the day and then other times he would be flying around with Haguro and would be gone for most of the day and return later in the evening.

Masamune would play would Shogetsu and would cutely pounce on each other like adorable siblings. I can tell Shogetsu was being very careful to avoid hitting Masamune’s eye. Still cute none the less how they would play tag, take naps, and would snuggle and cuddle with me. Both of them are such cute and free spirit tigers.

Mitsuhide despite being a white fox he still manages to tease me with his tail making me jump in fright, draw on my face with ink, or tickle me. Don’t get me wrong it can sometimes be cute but also annoying because I have to give him a bath to clean up his tail. I have also noticed that he would purposely make himself dirty and would make me clean him with a bath. He’s happy when I bathe him but gets upset when he’s clean and would purposely get dirty again. Wait…? Is he purposely making himself dirty so touch him all over as I clean him? That clever Kitsune! Can I really be mad at him though that something so childish is Mitsuhide, its pretty cute.

Ieyasu was not much trouble. Although I have developed a bad habit by picking up Ieyasu only for him to adorably lick me. He would nap in the sun with Wasabi, but I would see Wasabi licking Ieyasu clean, even though he boop her to stop. But of course Wasabi doesn’t listen and eventually accepts the affection he’s receiving. The only thing that I have to be wary of his spicy appetite. He gets stinky pretty often due to his droppings and have to clean him and change up his diet so he wouldn’t get as smelly. It annoys him, but I’m already tired with Mitsuhide tricks of getting his cleaning obsession.

Mitsunari as a cat was probably the most calm and most obedient of the Azuchi pets. I know shocker. He doesn’t scratch any of the items in his room. The only thing he would do would use his paw to get my attention if he wants something. He would use his paw to help turn the pages if he is reading a book. His doe like eyes were too stunning to ignore. He would lick me with affection and would cuddle with me when we rest for the day. Neko would lick him when he’s asleep like a mother cat taking care of a small kitten. Mitsunari doesn’t lick her but he has no problem of licking me. He eats more often then his human counterpart; seems like he can’t ignore his hunger for long. Also he is quite talkative as a cat. He meows every time he sees Ieyasu but of course Ieyasu runs away. Although I did catch a rare sight of Mitsunari napping and Ieyasu laying next to him protectively. He stared at me as if to say “You didn’t see it, move on”

Hideyoshi was of course a sweetheart, yet pretty clingy. As I am taking care of the other animals he would be on my shoulder keeping an eye on the others like a guard as I walk throughout the palace of Azuchi. Or he would follow Nobunaga and hang out in a nearby tree with Mitsuhide below them. It was funny how such a heartwarming monkey taking care of Nobunaga and even the others making sure that there were no bugs like termites or fleas despite giving them a bath. The only I guess you could say misfit was Keiji who seems to burrow in the garden and sadly Mitsunari and sometimes even Masamune would fall into the holes. Hideyoshi would get the help of Yukimura to refill the holes back up as Nobunaga chases after Keiji in punishment of damaging the garden. Hideyoshi would play with my hair and would design it on occasion and play with Uri by playing music.

Now that I am on the subject of Keiji he is hilarious. He is very hearty when he is filled with food, it was almost as if once he is fed he is hyper and full of energy. He would always entertain me by doing something silly. He would oink and would snuggle into me. But he usually behaves this way because he done something naughty but harmless. From damaging the garden by burrowing underground and would push another warlord in the hole. But he did get pushed into the hole by Mitsuhide and buried Keiji in the hole. Jisei would always help him out of the hole. Nobunaga did give him quite a scare as payback from rummaging in the kitchen and causing a huge mess and Jisei did eat a couple of Nobunaga's precious konpeito. Note to self; don't eat Nobunaga's konpeito. Unless offered.

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thezestyone · 2 years

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Masterlist of written works thus far:

Requests are OPEN!

What is OPEN?: Fic requests, headcanon requests, matchup requests

Who may I request?: Any IkeSen suitor

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Ikesen(All):

Love 4 All; Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/686519660882083840?source=share

Kicho: https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/682730961857822720/nsfw-enchanting-physical-attraction-kicho-x

Trick Or Treat Ask Game:

https://at.tumblr.com/thezestyone/hehe-hi-olive-can-i-go-trick-or-treating-with/09yex700oyz1

Yukimura: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/689167553241694208?source=share

Kenshin, as well as Kanetsugu:

https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/683661979034025984/nsfw-kenshin-x-reader-x-kanetsugu-personal

Kanetsugu:

The Strange Neighbors:

https://tumblr.com/thezestyone/the-strange-neighbors-kanetsugu-kanetsugu-x/fmbk5grl18up

Hideyoshi:

Olive’s Bday fest for Hideyoshi 2022; Part 1:

https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/684462498657796096/olives-hideyoshi-birthday-fest-story-2022

Olive’s Bday fest for Hideyoshi 2022; Part 2:

https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/684462520484970496/nsfw-a-flower-so-beautiful-hideyoshi-x-reader

Ranmaru: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/687630282753523712?source=share

Motonari:

https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/684634069763506177/could-i-ask-for-a-motonari-fic-smut-ot-fluff

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/689010544131391488?source=share Nobunaga: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/688605181840162816?source=share

Dabbling in AUs:

https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/683380485132582913/an-introduction-from-the-ghetto-ikesen-various

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The Act (Ikemen Sengoku)

Pairing: Yukimura Sanada x MC (Mai) Summary: Mai seeks out Yukimura's help for something that she feels only he can help with - tricking Shingen.

Word count: 1.1k

Request:

A note from the author: Not me returning from the dead after a year away LOL - anyways, this was written as a request from @/belovedstill's prompt list. Requests are still open if you would like to send something in for ikevamp, ikesen, or ikepri! Thank you @belovedstill for this lovely list and prompt, I loved every second of this!

“What do you mean, ‘Yukimura, I need you to pretend to be my fake lover to get Shingen to take a hint.’?” Yukimura and Mai were enjoying some late afternoon tea in his room, when Mai had proposed this idea to him rather nonchalantly. “Are you crazy? He can read me like an open book. He also knows I’d never date an ugly boar woman like you.”

Mai huffed, blowing air out of her hair, making her bangs fly up and lay askew on her forehead. “Don’t say it like that Yuki! Learn some tact, wouldya?”

“Oh shaddup Mai,” Yuki said, gesturing at her with his full teacup. “You know it’s true!”

“It isn’t true and I’m not a boar woman!” Mai argued, her brow furrowing in frustration. “I happen to be a very graceful woman. Like… like a swan!”

Yuki snorted into his teacup. “Yeah, that works.” He leaned in closer, glancing at her neck. “You do have an abnormally long and curvy neck.”

Mai’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, the way they always do when she gets into a heated argument with Yukimura. He always found a way to get under her skin, and she usually finds herself wondering just why she chooses to spend so much time with him when he’s back in Kasaguyama. This time was no different.

“Yukimura, I’m serious! Shingen won’t leave me alone. He’s constantly calling me a princess, or a goddess, or his angel. I want him to stop!” Mai slammed down her teacup a little too hard, forcing the table to wobble more than Yukimura would’ve liked. “He’s all bark and no bite. Just smile nicely and move on.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, almost panicked - like a deer in headlights. “But he has tried to bite me! Quite recently, might I add.”

“He’s old, probably turning senile too.” Yuki responded, reaching for more hot water to warm his tea that had turned cold. “And shouldn’t we do everything we can to make sure grandpa’s are happy in their old ages?” There was a hint of sadness in Yuki’s eyes as he looked intently at the floor, and Mai dropped whatever retort she had as Shingen brazenly waltzed into Yukimura’s room, pausing only slightly when he noticed Mai sitting nonchalantly on his friend’s floor. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Yuuuuki, you didn’t mention anything about having any female visitors this afternoon.”

Shingen’s shark-like, suave grin had Mai rolling her eyes, biting her lip so as not to snap back at Shingen. She was in Yukimura’s room, and they were good friends so she wouldn’t disrespect Yuki like that, as much as she wished she could. So, Yukimura’s response to Shingen had Mai, whipping her head up to stare wide eyed at her friend. “Please don’t disrespect Mai like that again, Shingen. The woman I love is more than just a female visitor, maybe you were mistaking me for you?”

Shingen faltered slightly, his grin slipping for a moment before returning. “The woman you love, eh?” He questioned, bringing his hand up to rub at his chin. “And don’t think I didn’t hear you insult me. I’m just in a particularly good mood today and will let it slide.” His gaze fixed on Mai now. “Mai, you didn’t tell me that you and Yuki had this… relationship. No wonder you never took me up on any of my nightly invitations.”

Before Mai could lose her courage, she shoved her hand into Yuki’s, gripping his calloused hand in her own sweaty one. “Yup! I couldn’t betray my Yukimura like that. Sorry Shingen, I should’ve been more honest. My sweetie pie is just very shy, as I’m sure you know well. Right Yuki?”

“Hey! I’m not your–” He cut himself off as Mai dug her nails harshly into her skin, shooting daggers at her before plastering the fakest smile on his face she had ever seen. “You’re right, boo bear. I was a bit embarrassed to admit my feelings for Mai to you, Shingen. That’s why I asked Mai to not mention anything. We’ve been meeting late at night every night, but today I couldn’t bear to wait any longer to see her, so I asked her to meet me for some afternoon tea.”

“I see,” Shingen nodded, eying their tightly clenched hands. “It seems as if I’ve interrupted something, so I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it. Yuki, you know where to find me if you need any tips or suggestions on how to keep a woman happy.” “Goodbye, Shingen.” Yukimura dismissed his elder, his eyes not once leaving Mai’s face as his grip on her hand loosened into a gentle hold.

“Goodbye, you two.” Shingen turned away, and as he exited the doorway, he called over his shoulder. “By the way, if you want anyone to actually believe you two are in love, you better start working on your acting.”

Shingen’s laughter could be heard from down the hall, and Yukimura hastily jerked his hand away from Mai’s rubbing it on his kimono. “Your hand was so sweaty! It was gross!”

Mai recoiled, shoving her finger in his face to point at him. “Yeah well, we wouldn’t have had to hold hands if you didn’t decide to pretend to be in a relationship with me!”

“You asked me to, woman!” Yukimura swiped Mai’s hand away from his face, capturing her hand in his once again, and clumsily interlocking them. “And this is how you hold hands! Not whatever you tried to do before!”

“Why are you always so critical of me?!” Mai asked moving to stand up and rip her hand out of Yukimura’s. He didn’t let go though, instead opting to use their linked hands to tug her back down, tumbling into his lap.

“Because you’re a boar woman, and someone’s gotta keep you in check.” Yukimura’s voice was deeper now, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Plus, you seem to like it. Always asking to spend time with me.”

“I–” Mai faltered, turning to meet Yuki’s gaze, not realizing just how close he had gotten. “You’re just sometimes more tolerable than the rest, is all.” Yukimura squeezed her hand, and a surge of electricity shot through her body. “If I’m tolerable, you should reevaluate your taste in company. Sounds like we need to get you more air.” “Hey Yuki,” Mai muttered, their noses so close they were almost touching.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, his eyes searching her own for any sort of clue as to what she was gonna say next. “Shut up!” She exclaimed and shot up from his lap, escaping from his grip as giggles bubbled from her lips while he scrambled to chase after her, muttering under his breath that he was gonna get her when she least expected it.

On the other side of the wall, unbeknownst to Yukimura and Mai, Shingen and Sasuke stood shoulder to shoulder, exchanging knowing looks as they heard their two friends’ laughter ringing through the hallways of the otherwise quiet castle.

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leonscape · 11 months

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Coconut Companion

Masamune x Coconut, a crack fic

The Fruitverse is growing. Now introducing the cocomune ship @drewadoodle

Word Count: 459

Masamune was in the kitchen, cooking up something new. He joyfully hummed as he whisked the ingredients together. Masamune wasn’t the type to shy away from experimenting, so here he was, mixing the coconut milk in with the rice flour. The old merchant that had sold the coconuts to him gave him detailed instructions on how to open and extract all the coconut products.

And it was then that Masamune had fallen in love. He loved the possibilities of all the new yummy dishes he could make with this new ingredient. After carefully husking and cracking the coconuts, he had fresh supplies of coconut water and coconut meat. Finely chopping the meat, blending it with the coconut water, then straining it gave him the sweetest coconut milk, just like the merchant said.

It wasn’t long before Masamune’s new coconut mochi was born. He stuffed it with white bean paste, which was mixed with a bit of coconut flakes. One taste, and Masamune fell even more in love with the precious coconut.

The coconut water was helpful with hydration, coconut milk was amazing in all kinds of sweet treats, and with further processing, the coconut oil helped with dry skin especially during the harsh winter.

In Masamune’s eyes, his lovely coconut was perfect in every way. Eventually, he began to carry a coconut everywhere he went. Sometimes he would draw on his coconut, either a small little doodle or a face. He always doted on his companion and showed his love and affection.

Of course Mamayoshi had to intervene based on growing concerns. The coconut was always at war council and he even brought it to actual battles of war. “Um, Masamune, do you really need to bring your coconut companion to these meetings?” Hideyoshi questioned.

“Of course I do,” Masamune answered.

Mitsuhide chuckled with a pineapple in hand, “He’s grown fond of a coconut, so let him be. Never wanting to part is normal.”

“But he does… weird things to it,” Hideyoshi said.

The coconut innocently rested on Masamune’s lap and he gently caressed the coconut. Mitsuhide snickered, “My, my, you’ve got a dirty mind, Hideyoshi.”

“What? No I don’t! I was just trying to say that it’s a bit too distracting. I mean we already allowed you to bring your pineapple to the meetings, but we can’t have more distractions here,” Hideyoshi explained.

“Why are you so concerned? This doesn’t provide any distractions, right Lord Nobunaga?” Mitsuhide asked.

“No, do as you wish. But first I would like to finish this meeting,” Nobunaga answered.

And so they continued without further interruption. After they concluded the meeting, Masamune took his coconut back to his room for some alone time. He cherished the coconut, cleaning it and cuddling it after.

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ikeromantic · 13 days

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Ikesen Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 2

Thank you again to @otomedad for this idea!

Kenshin, Shingen, and Yoshimoto. Approx. 2400 words. Part 1 here!

Kenshin

Kenshin froze mid-step, his mismatched eyes going wide. You froze too, a shout of surprise caught behind your lips. Your kimono hung open, half undressed as you prepared for a bath.

The tub of steaming water sat behind a decorative screen, and you were wishing you were behind it too. “Umm. Hi?” You tug the fabric closed, your face hot.

He swallows, and turns his head to look down the empty corridor leading to your ‘room’. “You were not expecting me. I will go.”

“No, wait!” Your voice startles you as much as him. Kenshin turns his head to glance your direction expectantly. You pause, unsure what to say. “I was hoping you would come today.”

If anything, this seems to surprise him even more than seeing you unclothed.

“If you like, you can wait with me for the bathwater to cool down. It’s too hot to soak in right now.” You sit down on the small stool beside the bars of your well-appointed cell.

Kenshin says nothing for a long moment, then he nods. There is something unsettled about him as he pulls up a stool to sit across from you. “Is there anything you need?”

You shrug, glancing around at the stone walls and wooden bars. “Out? Other than that, no.”

He looks down, his lips twisting in a faint grimace. The frown turns to puzzlement. “What is that?”

You realize he’s noticed the cherry blossom petal on the top of your bare foot. “Oh. It’s part of my tattoo.” You carefully shift your kimono open a little bit to show the rest of your leg. Cherry blossoms and pink petals dance across your skin, as if floating on a forever breeze in some place where it is always spring.

Kenshin regards the ink with more curiosity than you expected. His hand drifts toward the bars that separate you. “Beautiful,” he breathes.

Your skin prickles and warms with expectation of his touch. The tip of his cool, calloused finger brushes your calf, setting your heart off at a gallop. You aren’t sure if the butterflies in your belly are from the compliment or the feel of his hand on your leg.

“It does not come off,” he states, rather than asks.

“Right. It’s ink under my skin so . . . I guess I’m stuck with it for life.” You try for a carefree smile, but miss the mark as his eyes flick up to meet yours.

Kenshin considers this for a moment, then nods. “It is like a scar, then.” His eyes narrow. “Why was this done to you?”

You do smile then, at the protective note in his voice. “I did it to me. Or, at least, I picked the design and the spot. I wanted something to remind me that life is short. To enjoy the beauty in it, as long as it lasts. Because, you know. It won’t last long.”

His fingers trace the edges of the petals and blossoms, moving up past your knee to the top of the flowers on your thigh. “The inevitability of loss,” he says, more to himself than to you. There is something warm in his eyes, something fragile.

“No,” you shake your head. “The celebration of beauty, however fleeting. Take joy where you can, right?”

“Take joy . . .” His gaze falls back to your leg, and he snatches his hand away as if suddenly scalded by your skin. Shutters of ice close him off from you again as he stands.

You stand as well, reaching for him through the cell bars. Your fingers brush his shoulder before he steps back.

“If there is nothing you need, I will go.”

“I do need something.” Your voice shakes a little as your hand drops to your side. “I wish you’d visit me more often. Stay for a little longer when you do. I like being around you.”

Kenshin does not reply. He studies you for a moment, before turning away. His steps echo down the empty corridor, making you feel somehow even more alone than before he came.

Shingen

Shingen’s hand trailed along the smooth silk of your kimono, the warmth of his touch soaking through to your back. He wasn’t technically supposed to be touching you, just watching the stars. But he had a hard time keeping his hands to himself, and you weren’t going to complain. Not tonight, anyway.

“Are you sore, angel,” he asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“No,” you shot back, then admitted, “a little.” The day’s hike through mountainous forest hadn’t been easy, especially carrying a pack. You regretted insisting on carrying it, but pride wouldn’t let you take it easy.

Shingen’s lips curled up in a subtle smile. “I see.” His hand stilled on your back. “You know what the best thing for sore muscles is?”

You turn your head to regard him, sensing a trap. “A hot bath?”

“Those are pretty good. But love is what makes the angel sing.” He grins at you, playful and teasing.

“Seriously, Shingen?” You huff and pull away from his touch.

He sighs. “Can’t blame a guy for trying. It’s not every day an actual goddess graces me with her presence.”

You glare at him, annoyed and flattered and annoyed with yourself for being flattered. “Whatever. I’m going inside.”

“Don’t leave, angel.” There’s a slight pleading tone to his voice. “As an apology, let me give you a shoulder rub. It will make us both feel better. I promise.” The sensual tilt of his lips and the appeal in his gaze give you pause. A massage would feel nice, but . . .

“No. I don’t trust you.” The words leave your mouth in a rushed exhalation, leaving so much unsaid. It wasn’t Shingen you didn’t trust, it was yourself.

He looked down, his eyes dark and unreadable in the dim starlight. “I promise, I’m not trying to make you mine.” Shingen held his hands out as if in surrender. “Let me help?”

The silence between you expands, an almost physical thing pressing against your skin and making it hard to breathe. You give a curt nod, giving in to what you know you want, even if you can’t admit it.

Shingen settles behind you. His hands slide down your shoulders, gently tugging your kimono down to bare them. His breath catches and he goes still.

For a moment, you are confused, and then you realize he must have seen it. Your tattoo. Maple leaves drifting along your spine, from just below your neck to your hip. A riot of warm colors and fine lines etching your skin. You still remember the pain of having it done. But it was worth it. “Something wrong?” You try for a teasing tone, but your voice is too breathy to make that mark.

“Your back -” He pulls your kimono lower still, revealing more of the falling leaves. His calloused hand presses against the ink as if to wipe it away. “My angel is a work of art.”

A shiver runs through your skin at the feel of his hand on you. Your galloping heart speeds even more, racing uncontrollably as heat flushes your face. “You’re not supposed to be flirting,” you manage.

Shingen’s laugh sends a puff of warm breath across your neck. “That wasn’t flirting. I’m only stating the obvious.” His thumbs press into your tense, tired flesh, a gentle pressure to ease sore muscles. “Is the art something from your village? I have never seen anything like it painted into skin.”

You struggle for a moment to find words, distracted by his closeness and the intimacy of his touch. He clearly knows how to give a massage, and the sensation is short circuiting your brain. “Umm. It . . . mmmm . . . I got it to remind myself.”

“Of?” His lips are distressingly close to the leaf at the top of your spine, almost brushing the inked skin.

“Th-that I am carried. Forward. Even when life is tough. Like a leaf in the wind. Do what I can and leave what I can’t to fate. Or god. Or . . . chaos, I guess. Trust that life is - is pushing me to where I need to be.” You stutter through an explanation, leaving out all the context and emotion surrounding the decision on this image in this spot in those colors.

Shingen is quiet for a while, his skilled hands working out the knots in your shoulders and upper back. “My angel is a philosopher. Something holding us up in our worst moments.” He sounds more thoughtful than you expected when he finally speaks. Rather than blowing off the meaning of the design, he seems interested.

“I needed something to hang on to,” you say softly, self-consciously. His praise feels undeserved, but makes your heart feel full, your chest tight.

“We all do, sometimes.” You feel the press of a gentle kiss to the back of your neck.

Quiet descends between you again, a soft silence of connection and comfort.

Yoshimoto

You sit completely still, afraid to even breathe deeply. Yoshimoto’s fingers comb gently through your hair, coaxing it into position. He hums a tune you almost recognize as he works, styling you for the artists that will arrive soon.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? I bet there are a lot of more qualified models in Kasugayama,” you say through stiff lips. This whole idea has you on edge. Art is wonderful, and you love making it - but being in it? Not so much.

Yoshimoto adjusts your necklace. “You are perfect. There is none more qualified.” He steps back, inspecting his work.

“I am so very not perfect,” you argue, thinking of all the parts of yourself you’d change if you could. “Surely Okuni would be better -”

“No. I want them to paint you.” The way he says it sends a thrill through you, as if he would value more your image than any other. Which can’t be true. Yoshimoto is just an appreciator of art. And you, as his friend and student, happened to be available for this painting session with some up and coming artists.

You take a shallow breath. The next part will be the hardest, even knowing it is coming. “Fine. I guess.” The blanket in your lap seems smaller by the moment and you feel heat rising in your cheeks as you take it in one hand.

Yoshimoto smiles and moves close again, his fingers hover at the edge of the decorative kimono draped over your shoulders. “I am honored by your trust in me.”

“Wait!” You take a deeper breath, a panicky feeling welling up in your chest. “I can’t model. I - I have a tattoo!” You feel a sudden certainty that, just like your parents, Yoshimoto will hate the ink on your skin, and the artists will refuse to paint you, and - and -

He settles a hand on your cheek, turning your head toward him. “Thank you for telling me. May I see it?” His eyes are wide and clear, empty of judgment or censure.

You study his face a moment longer, feeling self conscious. “Ok.”

He pulls the fabric down as you lift the blanket to your chest. Almost the pose you were meant to take for the artists.

Despite the white silk now covering your breasts, you feel exposed. Your entire back on display, bare shouldered and covered with almost nothing from the back of your neck to the top of your butt cheeks. Vulnerable. On display. You wait for Yoshimoto to say something, but he is silent.

“Well?” Your voice is sharp and anxious, and you resist the urge to tug the fabric up and hide behind it.

Yoshimoto takes a breath. His hands brush your sides, stopping at the edges of your tattoo. Chrysanthemums spread from the center of your back to your hips, delicate and colorful. He kneels to look at them more closely, close enough that his hair tickles against your skin.

You love the way they look, bright and playful. Accentuating the natural curves of your low back and hip. But you can’t tell what his reaction is. His quiet only wrenches your nerves tighter. “If you don’t say something, I think I’m going to cry.”

His soft touch brushes the inked flowers, as if painting the petals with his fingertips. “I . . . I did not expect . . .”

“It’s fine.” You reach for the kimono, ready to cover up and escape with a little dignity.

Yoshimoto’s hand catches yours. “Please. Let me look a little longer. It is beautiful.” His gaze meets yours, fey eyes almost aglow. “You are beautiful.”

Your breath catches, there is a tightness in your chest. A trembling, uncertain emotion that you cannot name. “Alright.”

His smile is tender and affectionate as his eyes drift back to your tattoo. “These colors are amazing. I have never seen such bright irezumi. And the way it follows the shape of your body -” His caress sends a pleasant shock up your back and sets your pulse pounding. “This was done by a master artist. Only fitting for such a canvas.”

“They were really good,” you nod, recalling the waitlist and the cost. “They designed it for me after I told them what I wanted. Something with meaning, memories and promises. I wanted to look at it the rest of my life and know it holds what is close to my heart.”

You gesture toward the flowers he is touching. “Red for the promise of love, yellow for what I’ve lost, white for loyalty. And all of it together for beauty, inside and out.” The words pour out as if from a broken dam. You’ve never told anyone all of this, never had the opportunity or the trust. But you want Yoshimoto to know you. To understand you.

“Did you know it is also a symbol of royalty?” His voice is soft, barely audible.

“I do. Not that I am. Royal. I mean, Nobunaga made me a princess but I’m just a normal person. Nothing special.” You shrug. “I just thought it was a really pretty flower.”

Yoshimoto’s arms wrap around you, and his cheek rests against your back. You feel the flutter of his eyelids as he closes them. “You are special. Talented and beautiful and kind. I can think of no other more deserving of such a mark.”

Bittersweet pleasure floods you. There is nothing you can say to that, and so you let yourself enjoy his embrace. The feel of him pressed close. If only it could last. If only you could speak the words that lie heavy in your heart. If, if, if.

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the12thnightproject · 2 years

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Comic Art for A Mitsunari Night's Dream Chapter 27: Tab A

Artwork by Cali: https://caliandra.carrd.co/#commissions01

The remainder under the cut, borderline n.s.f.w

Link to chapter here:

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creations-of-a-certain-no-one · 5 months

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Moonlight (4/4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Kenshin stood in the door of their room in the dead of night, gazing at the moon shining brightly over the walls of Kasugayama, solitary on the cloudless sky. The night was quiet, not a single gust of wind was disturbing the motionless leaves on the moonlit trees. For a moment lost in thoughts, he soon looked back into the room behind him.

At her, curled alone in her futon, face pressed into the soft blanket as she was sleeping quietly, unguarded and unaware of the world around her. The moon shone silver on her hair – and the glow on her face made her otherworldly beautiful. He lingered on the doorstep and took a few steps back to kneel at her bedside. He caressed her cheek gently and pushed a stray wisp of hair behind her ear, admiring her just like he did every living second through all those years.

Even now, she seemed like shining, bright in the moonlight – and bringing light to his life. He had never enough of loving her.

Ah, her blanket was sliding down from her shoulder. He pulled it up and tucked her gently in it, so she doesn’t feel cold without him at her side, albeit he knew it was only a temporary measure. Once more, he brushed his fingers over her cheek and gave it a few more tender strokes.

Then he stood up to exit the room, and casting one more gentle glance at her, he left her behind to stroll into the night.

He wandered slowly through the hallways, just like he used to on those nights full of dread when the moonglow was his only solace in the lingering nightmare. Eventually, he arrived to the garden and stopped, but didn’t sit down to watch the reflection of the moon in the still water.

The perfect mirror of the surface made it seem like there was another moon in the pond, as if it was a gate to another world, with another moon shining bright and pulling his gaze in.

“It’s been a while.”

The words seemed to have come out of nowhere, but he didn’t even look at the man approaching him. He didn’t need to as he would recognise the voice everywhere, even after such a long time.

“Yes,” he replied.

“No nightmares for so long.” Shingen stopped and leaned against a pillar, watching Kenshin with an inquisitive stare. Other than moonlight, there was no silver in his hair and just like moonlight he was on those nights with his quiet presence.

“Long was the way and hard,” Kenshin admitted with a sigh.

Shingen let out a hum in response and followed Kenshin’s gaze to look at the moonlit garden, still and calm without any wind to touch the leaves on the nearby trees. For a while neither of them broke the silence, just like usual on those sleepless nights. It seemed almost as if nothing has changed over the years – the night, the moon, and Shingen were as they’d always been, unchanging.

“Should we sit down?”, he asked with a relaxed smile on his face – still as youthful as Kenshin remembered.

“I’ve got enough rest.”

“Then a walk maybe?” Shingen stepped onto the grass and looked over his shoulder. “We haven’t had a chance to talk recently. Maybe it’s the right time to catch up.”

“Maybe.” Kenshin agreed and followed.

As they strolled towards the pond, for the first time, the night was peaceful, and nothing was unsettling his heart.

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writingwhimsey · 5 days

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Hello! I saw the prompts and I was hoping i could request! I was thinking of Shingen + the first prompt in the list, it can be written however you want <3 thank you!

Thank you for trusting me with your favorite (and one of mine, I mean how can anyone not love Shingen?)! I just love getting to write for this hunk of a loving man! Hope you and everyone else enjoys!

Smut Is In The Air

Suitor: ikesen Shingen

Prompt: "I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist."

NSFW 18+ content

Together Again

I stood eagerly waiting at the gate, my eyes looking for any sign of him. When I heard the sound of horse’s hooves on the ground, my heart leapt in my chest. A smile naturally came to my face as Shingen came into view on his horse. He looked so incredibly handsome, like a prince or brave knight on his horse.

Shingen smiled as he caught sight of me. He slowed his horse and came to a stop, dismounting and handing his horse off to one of the attendants. As soon as he was free, I rushed over to him, his arms already open and waiting for me.

“Welcome home, Shingen!” I greeted him as I threw myself into his arms, wrapping my own around his middle.

Shingen chuckled warmly as he enveloped me in his embrace. “Perhaps I should go off to more battles just so I can be greeted so enthusiastically upon my return by my beautiful goddess.”

“Oh no you don’t.” I replied, pulling back slightly to look up at him. “While I enjoy greeting you like this, I still prefer it when you’re home…and speaking of battle, you weren’t hurt at all were you?”

Shingen lifted a hand to caress my cheek. “I prefer to be home with you as well, my love.” He told me.

“I notice you didn’t answer my question. Were you hurt?” I asked.

Shingen lowered his voice so that only I could hear his next words, as there were some soldiers and attendants still around. “I did suffer, but I don’t want anyone else to know. Would you mind treating me in our room?”

I gasped as I looked up at him. “Of course!” I replied, taking his large hand. “Come on let’s go.”

It didn’t take too long for Shingen and I to reach our room. Once we did I was instructing him to sit down. “Okay, where are you injured? Let me take care of it.” I said, going to grab the bandages and other first aid supplies we kept on hand.

“My goddess is truly a wonderful one. Wanting to treat me so.” Shingen said, as he sat down.

I turned back to him and walked over to kneel down in front of him. “Where is it?” I asked.

“Mmm…it’s here.” Shingen answered, gesturing to his lips.

“Huh?”

Shingen grinned. “My lips suffered a grievous injury and the only thing that can cure them is a kiss from my one true love.”

I looked at Shingen, blinking in disbelief before smiling and shaking my head. I did playfully bat at his shoulder. “You had me worried! I thought you were seriously injured!”

“Forgive me, but I couldn’t help myself.” Shingen replied, his arms reaching for me and wrapping around me, pulling me into his lap. “Though I do consider my lips missing yours to be a great deal of suffering.”

“Well…mine have been suffering similarly as well.” I replied.

“We certainly can’t have your beautiful lips suffering any longer.” Shingen replied, his fingertips sliding beneath my chin, coaxing my gaze up to his.

Our lips met in a sweet kiss. When we broke the kiss, I looked at Shingen. “Hmm, I missed you, my love.”

“As I missed you, my darling.” Shingen replied, resting his forehead against mine. “I thought of you every night while I was away…and dreamed of you every night.”

“Really?” I asked.

Shingen nodded. “Yes. Every night. I dreamed of coming home to you. Kissing you. Holding you…I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.”

I felt myself warming at his words and how his voice pitched lower as he spoke of how he missed me. I looked deep into those gray eyes, seeing how much he loved me and desired me. I saw my own desire reflected in those gray pools. “Hmm…I think we could easily make those dreams a reality. I mean, we’ve already kissed and you’re holding me…we just have one more thing to complete.”

Shingen grinned at me. “I was hoping you would say that.” He replied, gently pushing me back on the tatami mat floor and sliding his body over mine. “I adore you, my goddess.”

I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “As I adore you, my darling.”

Shingen leaned down, bringing his lips to mine as his hands moved to caress my curves through the fabric of my kimono.

“Mmm, do not tease me, my love.” I told him, wearing a pout.

“What do you mean?” Shingen asked.

I reached and undid the obi at my waist, allowing my kimono to fall open and bare myself before his worshipful gray eyes. “I want to really feel you.” I told him, reaching for his hand and bringing it to my breast, above my heart. “Skin to skin.”

Shingen’s face flushed with pleasure. “My goddess is bold tonight…I rather enjoy it. Nor can I deny such a request.” He said, sitting up to undress himself before leaning back over me.

Shingen pulled me into his embrace, his large frame fully encompassing my smaller body. I wrapped my arms around him as our lips met in a passionate kiss. Shingen’s tongue danced teasingly along the line of my lips, slipping between them.

I eagerly met his tongue with my own, my hands sliding over the strong muscles of his back… good lord was his body amazing?! Shingen’s large hands moved over my body, caressing my tender flesh in my most sensitive of places.

Shingen’s lips moved from my mine to trail along my jaw and down the side of my neck. “Mmm, your skin is as soft as ever.” He murmured. “I’ve missed touching you over these last few weeks.”

“I’ve missed your…t-touch…” I replied, my voice turning to a moan when Shingen’s hand slipped between my thighs to toy with my sensitive bud. His long calloused fingers stroked me in the most skillful manner and perfect rhythm only Shingen could do. “Ah…Ngh…Shingen!”

“How I have missed the sound of my name being sung from your gorgeous lips.” Shingen murmured into my ear before giving a playful nibble to my lobe even as his fingers continued to stroke me, building my pleasure.

“Hmm…Shin…gen!” I moaned. “Mmm…I want…more…I need you…” I pleaded wanting to be as close to him as possible,

“I cannot deny the pleas of my goddess.” Shingen replied.

“Besides…we have to…make your dreams…come true.,.” I told him, giving him the most alluring look I could.

Shingen smiled at me, removing his fingers from between my thighs. He positioned himself between my legs. Shingen’s hungry lips captured mine, his hot tongue diving into my mouth even as he plunged his cock into me, filling me completely.

I responded, my legs wrapping around his waist, and my moans spilled into Shingen’s mouth as he filled me and overwhelmed my senses. In this moment, Shingen was all I could see and feel, he was the very air I breathed. His hands roamed over my body and his lips left mine only to trail over my neck.

“Mmm…I love worshiping you, my goddess.” Shingen murmured into my ear. “You always look so beautiful, but I especially love the way you look when I make love to you.”

“Mng… Shingen…I love you.” I told him, my voice a moan.

“As I love you, my goddess.” Shingen replied, kissing lovingly over my neck and chest, all while continuing to thrust into me.

My hips bucked of their own accord, meeting each of his thrusts. I wanted nothing more than to keep being close to Shingen. I indulged in the loving pleasure that Shingen readily shared with me. I could feel the white hot heat building up inside me as Shingen continued to make love to me.

“Shingen!” I moaned as I felt that coil that had been winding tight finally snapped, sending me into pure bliss.

Shingen let out a groan of my name as my walls clamped down on him, pulling him into his own release. His hips slowed before stopping, him remaining inside me. His forehead rested against mine, gray eyes gazing into mine with such love and desire.

He kissed me gently, lovingly on my lips. “I love you.”

I smiled up at him. “I love you, too Shingen.”

“Now…let me continue to love you. We have a lot of missed time to make up for.”

I smiled at him, lifting my hand to caress his cheek. “Only if you let me love you in turn.”

“Happily, my angel.” Shingen replied, before kissing me once again, our long passionate night only beginning. We would spend the night drowning in our love and passion for one another.

Taglist:

@limonzu @zulablaise @kisara-16 @tele86

and adding @venulus and @tiny-wooden-robot because Shingen

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