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Some days are tiring, they say, and yet they never seem to account for a peculiar sort of exhaustion of the mind, the one that creeps onto the unsuspecting when the emotion mellows out. It is… Perhaps also an affliction of the heart, then left in shambles after threats and tensions of the past. It by itself is draining, even when beds claim the bodies, limbs tangling into the fresh sheets in search of each other.
His head resting over her chest, Masamune let out a shaky sigh, her fingers combing through his hair unhurriedly, seemingly taking their time to attend to each strand. “Welcome back,” she whispered, her free hand reaching to trace circles over his back – he only hummed in reply, at least at first, his throat mildly dry.
Some time passed. “It’s good to be home.” “Home?” she mused. “We still have a few days by horse left…” Masamune laughed. “Huh?” “Kitten, as long as I’m with you, it always feels like home,” he stated, pushing himself up.
Her face burned bright as he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, his touch feather-light. She held onto his shoulders, as if wishing they never had to part – alas, the lungs need air, how unjust of them. His back having returned to the futon, Masamune reached as to pull the covers over them, his body setting into a familiar position… “No, not like this,” came words of protest. “What’s wrong?” “Lay on your side and turn away,” she instructed – and he obeyed, her back soon pressed against her chest, her arm snaking around him, blanket pulled right below his chin.
A kiss to the nape of his neck. “You know… I know you’re too big for me to wrap around, but today, I’m the big spoon.” “You’re closer to being bundle-sized,” he laughed lightly. “You’re just my amazing overgrown little spoon.” “Amazing, you say?” “The most amazing, smug, cute little spoon,” she laughed, nuzzling into his neck.
Before the 5th of September ends here, just wanted to greet this big cat once again! Right now I’m terrible with words, but just be you and many people love you
I feel as if I haven’t written in forever. I may be a bit rusty, haha. Well, regardless, this time I bring you an artistic MC who isn’t exactly confident about her abilities… Which sounds like the majority of artists and writers I know, haha.
“Perhaps you should think of getting glasses? I bet a monocle would suit you,” she bickered, already prepared to move forward and bury her previous remark deep within the contents of the conversation that were to follow. She opened her mouth as to start speaking again, hoping to change the topic – yet she stopped herself, his fingers hooking below her chin and guiding her gaze back to his face. She tried to look away, fearing she may utter more than she’d allow on any other day.
Premise: A glimpse into warlords’ thoughts as they watch MC doing something. Ordinary daily life. A moment of peace, perhaps.
Nobunaga:
The further away he is, the more he craves to just see her and talk, to touch her hands. His line of work being rather brutal in that regard, he makes sure to always watch her carefully, as to engrave her image in his mind. He believes it helps him prevail through weeks of separation they endure at times.
He especially loves her eyes, curious sparkles playing over her irises whenever a topic picks her interest. However, there’s also another thing he enjoys - observing feelings shift over her face, the mystery of them continuing to fascinate him despite having been revealed.
“To think there was a time I considered you a mere toy, Fireball… I was gravely mistaken. You’re far beyond anything I could have ever dreamt of.”
Mitsuhide:
He generally doesn’t allow himself the luxury of observing her from up close. At times she may be even unaware of his presence, his shadow being banished by the light the moment she’d pass by it.
Usually, he steals glances at her while passing her in the corridor. However, sometimes he stays in a place for a moment longer, her silhouette flickering in the gardens or further down the hallway. It reminds him to cherish each moment she chooses to spend with him, each second being unique and precious, simply unrepeatable.
“Flee, little mouse, flee. You have chosen so poorly… Yet I cannot seem to stop myself from accepting it with joy.”
Hideyoshi:
His lover being a truly busy person, he adores watching her rest, tension slowly seeping out of her body as she sits in the shade provided by the old chestnut tree growing in the garden.
Whenever wind blows past her, lifting up strands of her hair, he finds himself wishing he could sit besides her and braid it - although then, he would be unable to see the stray rays of light flickering over her cheeks, the scene being equally treasured by him. He wishes she could enjoy summer this way every day of the year.
“If it means being able to live even a single day more with you, I’m never, never giving up on this life of mine.”
Mitsunari:
He loves watching her study, heaps of books and stashes of paper littering her desk, the brush in her hand gliding swiftly over the pages, her brows knitting together as she tries to focus.
He usually searches for stray little droplets of inks marking her skin, the spots appearing in various density over her arms and face alike. She’s always too preoccupied with her task to notice, barely making note of his presence as well - and he cannot stop the gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips, her determination warming up his heart.
“You’ve taught me so many things and yet you never cease to learn yourself. You’re truly admirable.”
Ieyasu:
He oftentimes find himself watching her as she plays in the garden with Wasabi, the doe having warmed up to his lover completely. At times he wonders whether his little friend hasn’t found a better companion than him.
His attention is usually drawn towards her arms, her hands extending treats towards the pet and smothering it with gentle and patient affection. He loves seeing her take care of others - and he is well aware that those shoulders helped to carry wounded soldiers and then, bore a much greater burden of seeing them pass away when all efforts inevitably failed.
“You always seem to hold an open heart to the world, even despite being hurt by it numerous times…It seems I still have plenty left to learn from you.”
Masamune:
It appears gazing at her while she works on her project has become a sort of routine for him, the action occuring without him even realising. He oftentimes wishes he could admire both her work and her at the same time, his mind failing him at the task. Each time, he chooses her over the handiwork, her handiwork seeming nearly eternal in comparison to the passing seconds.
He focuses mostly on her face, taking note of every twitch of her brows and every minor change to her eyes. He also takes notice of her hands, the needle always almost grazing the pads of her fingers, deftly guided through layers of fabric. He admires her craft, well aware of the fact that she makes it look plenty more effortless than it actually is.
“Kitten… How can you always have such a determined look on your face? Could you be any more adorable?”
Kenshin:
He loves seeing her fence, each training bringing more faith into him that in fact the fate would not repeat itself - until the anxiety disappeared completely. At times, he feels his hand twitch to try himself in a sparring against her.
He takes note of her stance, of all the openings in it, thinking up ways of possibly exploiting them… Yet he never ceases to be amazed with how she always seems to catch onto his thoughts and grow stronger, dexterously avoiding the strikes of her sparring partners and returning the blows.
“I thought I had to protect you, that I had to cage you to keep you safe… Yet the moment I let you free, you soared so high I could not believe my own eyes. You dare me to believe in a better tomorrow.”
Shingen:
It wouldn’t be far from truth to say he always makes sure to see her, not allowing her to become part of the visual noise or a crowd. However, it wouldn’t be a lie either if one were to say that he still has glanced towards her plenty, at any time of the day and night.
Some nights, he just lets her tell him stories of the future - and even though he has visited the period, he can never grow tired of her voice. His head resting in her lap, he turns onto his back as to gaze at her. Through half-lidded eyes, he watches her lips move, tracing each word with his sight as to remember it better.
“If you were not an angel… Then how come you have saved me? Was this miracle not a sign of your mercy?”
Yukimura:
There are plenty things he finds adorable in her, one of them being how eager she is to bicker with him. As such, he strives to never miss an opportunity for this match of sorts, the nickname he has granted her having grown pleasantly warm in the way he pronounces it.
He adores all sparks of mischief present in her form - her eyes catching onto a clue, how her lips curl up into a grin and how she clicks her tongue in anticipation of another remark; her hands resting over her hips, her head shaking from side to side in feigned disappointment or disbelief; and finally, how she opens her lips, just a second before she speaks again, causing him to fall for her all over again.
“If you’re a dummy, then I am your fool - since it can’t be smart of me to be in love so much. It just can’t.”
Sasuke:
At first, he felt somewhat shy about stealing glances at her, each being padded with an unnerving thought of whether she wouldn’t consider it a strange thing to do… Or any stranger at least, as he presumed she may already think so of him.
As odd as it may be, he realised he loves watching her and learning of her perspective on things, her entire being constituting a sort of prism, a lens through which he could perceive the world anew. He loves her delight, her admiration, excitement, the joy of discovering, learning, gaining the understanding and connecting the facts - even if to him, some of her findings would be the most trivial of things.
“I did not understand for the longest time. I could not comprehend and my tests were futile… You broadened my perspective far beyond what I could have ever hoped to achieve on my own.”
Kennyo:
He never hides his gazes. At times, he becomes rather flustered, her words bringing him out of his thoughts and causing him to realise the promise of future she engrained in his mind might have become a rather crucial part of his being.
Whenever they work together, he makes sure to stay focused, switching tasks being his moment of break - then, he allows himself a second to watch her, in whatever state she may be in, whatever emotion she may experience. He wants to remember all those precious moments: her standing on her tiptoes to reach the high cabinets, how she smiles happily whenever she smells something pleasant, the tiny wrinkles around her eyes…
“You saw through the demon’s mask I put on, even though even I forgot it was not truly my face.”
Under unfortunately ironic circumstances, you get taken hostage by the the very person that made the truce between the Oda forces and Takeda-Uesugi alliance happen. However, angering these warlords and using the person that brought all of them together in a heartbeat was probably the worst strategy anyone could come up with.
Requestedby@djanowski15 : “I have no idea how bisy you are, I’m guessing it’s pretty busy since I’m a college student in quarantine too, but I was wondering, if you have time, if you could do a fic for the sengoku warlords having a meeting about a new oc enemy after their truce signing only to learn that this new enemy somehow ended up kidnapping mc and threatening to kill her and all of the warlords decide to finally stomp this guy down into his rightful place with a fluffy reunion with everyone afterwards?”
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I kind of went overboard with this because I loved the idea so much, it comes in two parts, I’ll post them in succession and I’m sorry if the ending isn’t as developed as you wanted, it would have gone on for too long otherwise T-T.
Dusting her hands off on her cloth, she walked back from Masamune’s manor towards the castle. It stood tall for tonight’s ‘celebratory truce dinner’ – although it was clear it wasn’t a celebration for any of them, but it was compulsory. Despite the thorough organisation that went through with this, it was an in-between warlords event so only two or three vassals per side were going to be present, for protection purposes.
Switching hands, her fingers curled around the bag of vegetables that the One-Eyed Dragon needed. Finally arriving at the entrance, she wobbled down the corridor, having to stop every now and again as her palms burned. This wasn’t the best fabric to carry heavy things with, but then again, what is?
“Whoever ordered my beautiful angel to carry such a heavy load and injure her precious hands is on his way to hell.” (Y/N) recognised the honey-dipped voice with a stern tone. Turning around, she faced the tall man. Elegantly, he took it out of her grasp and carried it, making it look effortless.
“Thank you Shingen,” she smiled, massaging herself as she walked alongside him.
“Although you shouldn’t curse Masamune to hell, I volunteered to go to his manor to get these supplies.” She defended.
“Would you mind showing me his manor?” he grinned widely as they both turned into another hallway. Giving him a you-are-all-my-friends-and-I-wouldn’t-help-either-side-try-to-go-against-each-other look. It would also be a little indecent to collect information on a newly formed ally.
“Oh, it’s you.” the familiar grumpy voice made the man’s smile fall immediately.
The spikey blond hair came into view as he exited the kitchen.
“Look my darling, we’re all getting along.” Shingen chuckled sarcastically, sliding an arm around her shoulders as he dropped the bag on the floor.
“We might be on a truce but not all of us take kindly to other men being so touchy with Nobunaga’s lucky charm.” a stray kitsune passed by the hallway.
“And by ‘not all of us’ you mean you.” Yukimura, who was following being, chimed in.
“Too many people in the kitchen, everyone except the lass leaves!” The Tiger ordered.
****
“He did that to have her all by himself.” Ieyasu grumbled at Mitsunari’s innocence.
Because (Y/N) is the most reasonable when it comes to cooking out of the rest. Pff, my ass.
He rolled his eyes. Maybe it could be true but everyone knew that wasn’t the reason behind it. Well, everyone except Mitsunari of course.
Nobunaga glanced at the door when Hideyoshi wasn’t looking.
“I’ll just go see if (Y/N) and Masamune are nearly finished.” started to stand up, Hideyoshi interrupted.
“I took the candy away, it’s not in the kitchen.” Pouting, he sat back down.
“Candy?” Shingen straightened his posture from his bored one.
“Dinner.” (Y/N) announced as the door was slid open for her, followed by Masamune and two maids, who were also carrying plates of food.
Plopping down beside Nobunaga – as required, he leaned over to her giving her a knowing look. Rolling her eyes and sighing, she slipped the tiny satchel from inside her sleeve and sneakily handed it to him.
“I’ll take you wherever you wish as payment for this, I’m eternally grateful to you for saving my life.” He thanked me. Shingen kept his attention on the bag.
“Don’t be so dramatic, now hide it before I get scolded by Hideyoshi!”
****
Looking around in the kitchen, she waved the lantern around, searching for the spice that the maids forgot to take for dessert. (Y/N) was the only one in the room, it was dark and not necessary to add more light since she was passing by. On her way here, she crossed paths with the occasional guard on for obvious reasons, they were the only ones in the castle tonight.
“Oh!” she jumped.
Speak of the devil.
“What are you doing here?” the woman breathed out as the man bowed.
“I apologise, my lady, I heard some suspicious noises and thought it was best to investigate.”
“Oh, I was just getting some seasoning.” the (H/C) haired chuckled in embarrassment, he was too sweet and she didn’t want to waste his time further “and I think I found it.” turning away to reach the small jar that was on one of the shelves.
Right after, footsteps grew louder and she felt him right behind her.
“Hey, what are you-MMH!!” she wriggled as something was placed against her mouth and nose and then pulled against his chest. Her muffled sounds grew more and more silent, muscles limping as she drifted off into unconsciousness.
****
“The desserts are getting colder by the minute. What is taking her so long?” Masamune frowned.
“This talk is becoming dull.” Yukimura huffed.
“The whole point of this truce is to discuss how we’re going to deal with him.” Ieyasu mumbled.
“You weren’t the one travelling all those days on horseback porcupine head.” the vassal retorted.
“P-porcupine?!” the blond’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Hideyoshi made eye contact with Nobunaga, for once, ignoring the pointless banter. Something was definitely up. The leader of the Oda forces understood immediately, nodding to his vassal. The latter stood up, walking towards the door.
“I need to make sure she’s alright.”
“I’ll come with.” Sasuke volunteered.
*****
“She’s gone??” Ieyasu’s eyes widened.
“The search party hasn’t come back with anything yet.” Mitsuhide expressed with a scowl.
“My lords!” One of the guards rushed in, bowing deeply.
“What is it?” Mitsuhide turned around.
“It’s a letter.” he handed it to him before scurrying outside like he was supposed to.
Nobody moved but the kitsune could tell all their eyes were on him as he unfolded the letter to read. However, his heart dropped as his eyes fixated something else that was included: hair of a familiar colour, tied in a ribbon. His fingertips pulled it out and he inspected it.
Kenshin felt his hand grip his sword tightly, it was unbearably frustrating finding out that (Y/N) was kidnapped and on top of that not knowing who did it, he needed to know and he knew he wasn’t the only one thinking the same.
No one spoke but the tension grew thick in an instant.
Unfolding the piece of paper, he began to read it for himself before doing it out loud for all to hear when Nobunaga accepted it.
When he finished reading the letter, his eyes darted across the rooms, seeing the anger among everything despite maintaining their composure.
“Emergency meeting.” The look he gave implied that their new allies were not going to attend.
“We want in!” Yukimura frowned.
“No.” Ieyasu’s tone was stern.
“We’ve signed a truce, and there is no point in keeping us out of this because of our own motives when we cherish (Y/N) as much as you do. We need to put our differences aside, as she would say.” Shingen chipped in.
“Fine.” Nobunaga’s eyes narrowed.
They sat formally as they would at any meeting before.
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You found yourself quite an ambitious goal, hm? Aren’t you afraid of fangs and claws? After all, all dragons are wild creatures, and there’s no telling when they’ll go rampant… You wouldn’t want to be the prey, would you? Let me teach you about them a little.
It’s a sad truth that dragons can fly for a reason, and that reason is for them to never settle. Where there are dragons, there is also turmoil only their lair can withstand. War, rapid changes, they cause for dragons to know better than to wish for something they cannot protect. Though not all hoard goods, humans are not something that can be stored in any way, at least not when they still are there. Memories, on the other hand, are much easier to keep safe.
Do you know why there are only few dragons in the world at any given time? It’s because they are silently slain or meet their end on the battlefield. They could live long lives, but most of them never do, so it is pointless to wish for it. Dragons have duties to uphold, and they will always take priority over the life of their holder.
Now, Kitten, it doesn’t mean dragons cannot be held. For a night or two, maybe a week, or a month if you’re particularly lucky. Fly high, make it an adventure, have it as memories you’ll never forget… But don’t ask for something you cannot have. Dragons can never be tamed.
Be a good lass. Dragons too are limited, you know? - O.E. D.
Curious about the Kitsune’s opinion? Go to @the12thnightproject to find out what he had to say.
Kitsune, Truth (and don’t try to weasel your way out of this with a vaguely worded, foxy evasion): tell me one true, honest thing about yourself that we, your adoring public, don’t know already. It’s okay to speak from the heart, and is encouraged.
One-eyed Dragon, Dare: You seem like an action guy, so here’s your dare. I dare you to host the biggest, baddest party in honor of Kitsune (no need to be secret and set up a surprise - he already knows). Invite the whole town of Azuchi and broadcast one of his most honorable deeds. The guy doesn’t have much self-love, so we need to do the loving for him. The chatelaine and Castle Mother would probably be two people worth recruiting in this endeavor. - @creativem1
Dear Reader,
Your plan has one big gaping hole: for the Kitsune to attend such a party, he’d have to be dragged there by force, hands tied and mouth gagged. Otherwise, he’d either escape or terrorise the guests. Or both.
I think I’d have to hunt the fox down first as well. Now, I wouldn’t complain about it, it was fun the last time it happened. However, it’s guaranteed he’d have to be imprisoned for a few days before the feast. Probably with the majority of his vassals, to prevent any escapes. Gossip would spread regardless.
Are you sure that is the right way to go?
I think preparing dinners to keep this fool alive have to be enough for now. At least it stops him from gnawing on leaves and roots from the garden… Somewhat. The Kitsune still has no appreciation for good food, and would rather eat tree bark than enjoy any meal. - O. E. D
P.S.:
No, Kitsune, sake is not a meal.
Curious about the Kitsune’s opinion? Go to @the12thnightproject to find out what he had to say.
Dear kitsune and O.ED, No matter how early I go to bed, I still end up waking at the same… getting late for school… What to do ? At this rate I might get an award for “yearly late comers” . -@nuttytani
Dear Sleepy Head,
Breaking all rules comes with a price to pay. If you cannot stomach it, you should simply not break the rule. If you can – I encourage you to accept the award with your head held up high.
The thing about school is that it is a place for both education and building your character. If being on time doesn’t help you with either, there is no point in forcing yourself to do it. Disobedience can often further your growth more than letting others set your standards. However, you mustn’t use my words as a justification for laziness or lack of self-discipline.
Also, if somebody says being late means having no respect for somebody, laugh in their face. If that’s the only way in which they can show their respect, they don’t seem to have had much of it to begin with.
Good luck, kitty. - O. E. D.
P.S: You can try drinking a lot of water before sleeping. If all else fails, practise running. Being chased by a tiger helps a lot with that. Cubs grow up so fast.
Curious about the Kitsune’s opinion? Go to @the12thnightproject to find out what he had to say.
I’m an exorcist, working to guide the straying spirits to go back to their realm. But lately… I couldn’t take my eyes off a man who often disguised himself as a fox spirit. He’s not under the control of any spirits, no, he’s totally a normal human being but there are times when he could read me as precisely as a Satori (a spirit who can read people’s minds and see into the future) would do. I love my job as an exorcist as I would always treat the lost souls and spirits as my own dearest friends looking for help, yet here’s where I found my doubt… is the longing I felt for him is just a mere illusion (for overlapping it with the burning passion of my own profession), or is this something real and it’s acceptable and even forgivable to bloom this buds of adoration into a beautiful flower named affection and desire?
Thank you for this great opportunity to seek some opinions from both of you. I hope you both are in great health and wish you a wonderful day. -@ashavazesa
Dear Exorcist,
I believe you’re overthinking the problem. Can your feelings be any more real than what you’re experiencing at the moment? True, they may change one day, but it is not productive to live your life while worrying about a future that you may not even have. After all, no tomorrows can be taken for granted.
The only way to assess your feelings is to act on them. Do you want to live your life wondering about what-if-s? Or would you rather live through it and judge it at the end? From my perspective, it is much worse to regret not having done something, especially when you are the one holding yourself back.
About pursuing your emotion: why should anybody be able to tell you whether it is acceptable? Miss Exorcist, the only person capable of weighing that is you. Ask yourself what are the things you strive for and consider your core. Does this relationship stand in contradiction to your ideals? Does it challenge them? Could it allow for you to grow into the person you want to become?
Although… If the object of your longing really is able to read minds like Satori, I suppose he may already be aware of your affections towards him. In which case, is there really still a reason to hesitate? He may be waiting for you to deliver him the answer yourself.
I also wish you good health. May your life be long. Treasure each day. -O.E. D.
Curious about the Kitsune’s opinion? Go to @the12thnightproject to find out what he had to say.
“Maybe if I punish you then it’ll help you to remember who you belong to next time”
Fandom: Ikémen Sengoku Suitor: Masamune Date Author:@otome-smut-queen Tags: Smut, NSFW, Modern AU, fingering, unwanted male advances
Mai was busy checking her appearance over in the mirror, her bright eyes shining at the prospect of a girls’ night out for the first time in months. Life had caught them all unaware, and it had just gotten away from the small group with ease. The Friday night had been a few weeks in the planning since it was the first date that all of them could make, and all their partners had been told that it wasn’t up for debate after confirmation. She played with her curls, adding a touch more hairspray and then a quick coat of bold, red lipstick before she caught sight of her boyfriend in the mirror. Masamune had caught her attention a few years previously on a night out, especially since he had the distinctive eye patch. She smiled warmly at him in her reflection, before busying herself with finding the right handbag to keep her phone, keys and purse in.
What she missed was the way that his eye followed her bare legs, glaring at the length of her dress, though he was loathed to admit that she looked delectable in her choice of clothes. While normally Masamune was content to let Mai do her thing, it reminded him of the circumstances in which they met. It wasn’t often that he was filled with jealousy, but at that moment, he wanted to peel off every piece of clothing Mai was wearing, and subject her to a display of dominance that would have her forgetting the rest of the world around them.
He was already texting his friends, making a plan to go out himself as he forced himself to not stare a hole into the back of her dress. The group of girls were easy to predict, they liked certain wine bars and nightclubs which were slightly exclusive to stop it from getting too crowded as he proposed to follow the girls around the later clubs. Nobunaga was intrigued by his friend’s motive, as Hideyoshi was already lecturing them about giving Mai her space until someone made a mention of his girlfriend being in the group that Mai was going out with, and then Hideyoshi already had the plan of bars and rough time estimates. It was much easier with the investigative powers of his friends to push his jealousy down, sharing a kiss with his girlfriend before he watched her leave, knowing that he’d surprise her in the Azuchiclub later.
It was getting hotter in the club as the girls were bouncing and dancing along with the tunes. Unknown to Mai, Masamune was watching her from near the DJ’s booth, and the man wasn’t watching his drink as closely as he would be usually with Mitsuhide around. What she also wasn’t aware of, was that it wasn’t just Masamune’s eye on her dancing figure. The way she swayed her hips and circled her body in time to the beat was one of the sexiest things about her, as Masamune pulled at his jeans in the crotch area, trying to ignore the hard-on that was starting to form from watching her so closely. The girls were attractive, which was evident to anyone just looking at them as a few men decided to make their approach before Hideyoshi could stop Masamune from standing up.
Mai’s eyes were wide, her body was turned around 180 degrees and found herself smiling down at someone who obviously considered themselves God’s gift to women. His hands were grabbing at hers before she could duck out of the way, and she was trying to subtly get the man to let go as she chuckled nervously.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out without a ring on?” He crooned, swinging her away from her friends to corner her in the crowd.
“Enjoying myself with my friends, I’d like to get back to them,” she firmly replied, managing to get a hand free and pushing against his chest to get some space from the stranger. Which he then used to spin her instead, and straight into the chest of Masamune.
Normally, her temper would have flared at her boyfriend interfering, but instead, she felt relief blooming in her chest as the stranger tried to yank Mai back out of his grasp. He narrowed his eye, forcefully removing the stranger’s hand from her arm as Mai clung to his shirt.
“Your girlfriend’s a whore,” the stranger snarled, recoiling as though he had been burned.
Mai wasn’t expecting Masamune to punch the guy, sending him sprawling through the crowd and the whole room was watching them. It was probably going to be another bar they weren’t going to be allowed in as she wrapped her arms around Masamune’s neck. “Let’s go home, yeah?” She smiled up at him, trying to reassure him before he picked her up with ease, chuntering under his breath as the bouncers carefully escorted the couple out. Mai was already texting her girlfriends as they hailed a taxi, the inner warlord in Masamune already looking for a fight as he growled at the driver to keep his eyes on the road instead of on the length of Mai’s dress and her amazing dress.
He was grateful that she didn’t seem to have noticed, instead focused on reassuring her friends that she was fine as they arrived home. It didn’t take much for him to hitch Mai over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, grinning wildly at his girlfriend in the mirror of the elevator as he chuckled at her cute attempt of a glare. He had an arm covering the end of her dress, making sure that no one could get a look up it as the elevator headed up the building. The other residents of the block were in their own spaces since it was a rare uninterrupted visit as Masamune was replying to a text from Hideyoshi about where he had gone to. It was effortless to carry his girlfriend in such a manner and cute that she allowed him to do such things with her. Mostly after learning in the early days of their dating that Masamune was a one-speed kind of guy. Once he had an idea in his head, then he was set on that path and nothing, but a force of nature could stop him.
Masamune hummed an upbeat tune as he unlocked the door and let them both into the flat. He locked the door and dropped the keys in the bowl before letting Mai down and chuckled as she hit him on the arm to voice her complaints about his macho display of dominance. He found it adorable that she took it all in her stride as she sat in front of her dressing table and began to take off her makeup.
He growled and covered the ground quickly before burying his head into her neck, and biting forcefully at her skin. Her moans were like breathing to him, he needed them to live as he lifted his head to stare her down in the mirror. “Maybe if I punish you, it’ll help you to remember who you belong to next time,” he grunted, his fingers tugging her dress up over her delectable thighs as he considered tearing it into multiple pieces.
“Please, Masamune,” she gasped, already beginning to help him by shimmying out of the dress. The way her lacy bra clung to her breasts, he was transfixed in the mirror, his hands automatically plucking and playing with her nipples through the material as he watched her face in the mirror. “Please, I need you. Ruin me,” she begged as one of his hands slid down her stomach, to the matching panties. He traced a finger over her damp slit, groaning to find out how wet she was through the fabric before slipping under it and plunging a finger into her. She was hot and tight around his digit, and he groaned thinking of how she would feel around his cock momentarily. A second finger was added without any resistance, curling inside of her as his thumb ground down on her clit. His blue eye trained on watching her in the mirror as she began to bounce and buck her hips against his hand. His cock was throbbing under his jeans, desperate for a taste of her delectable pussy as Mai’s voice grew higher in crescendo and louder in tone. The neighbours often grumbled about their vicious and rambunctious lovemaking at all hours of the day, but Masamune could never resist her as her first climax washed over her, and she soaked his fingers with her cum.
The colour dusting her cheeks was cute, while Masamune sucked his fingers clean before standing up. She knew that this was only the start as Mai rose unsteadily onto her feet. He watched as she pulled her soaked panties to the floor, and unclipped the hooks of her bra to let it join them on the carpet next to the bed.
“Please, come and ruin me,” she cooed, opening her arms to him while standing with her back to the bed.
“Kitten, don’t tell me twice,” he grunted, before steamrolling into her. Her body bounced against the bedding, as he struggled out of his clothes, his kisses demanding and domineering as the sounds of items hitting the floor bounced around the room. Everything lost to Masamune’s whirlwind speed as her knee was held towards her chest, and his whole length thrust deep into her core.
“I’ll remind you exactly who you belong to, Kitten,” he promised, his voice raspy against her ear as he entered her relentlessly, pounding his hips into hers. A pace that was kept up until the early colours of dawn were shining in the morning haze.
E = Experience Masamune was no virgin when he met his lover, however there were things he had never done before expecting that those things would be for his future spouse. He knows how to touch his lover and make them feel euphoric in the moment. What he lacks in certain experiences he makes up for with passion and excitement. He is eager to learn the body, needs and desires of his lover.
J = Jack Off He prefers to only cum inside of his beloved, but sometimes he can’t be with them and so while separated from their body, he will allow himself some pleasure. Masamune can hold off on masturbating for a couple days, but he’s no saint. Luckily, he is rather quiet when doing the deed solo.
M = Motivation His biggest turn on is hearing the moans of his lover as he does something to please them. He loves seeing his lover’s body bend, twist and contort as he uses every possible body part to tease and please his darling. While his own pleasure is usually front and center in his mind, so long as he can get his lover off he is content.
S = Stamina When you’re a warrior who has to be able to fight your enemy for long battles you don’t have time to be low on stamina. Masamune is no exception to the rule. His bedroom is like a battlefield of passion for the couple. Long drawn out rounds where a victor can not be determined. He can last on average an hour at a time with short moments to let both partners regain themselves before going again. However it is not uncommon for him to last most of the night before being too spent to function. The only time he will not engage in long bouts of sexual ardor is before a battle or the occasional break at lunch.
Have you ever found yourself lost, swarmed by questions without any answers? Perhaps you’ve screamed for heavens to bestow solutions upon you?
“Oh, what do I do to pass this exam?” “Do I have any chances with that handsome warlord?” “Are ‘tomatoes’ fruit or vegetables?” “How do I cope with my employer challenging me to death match every time I see him?”
Rest assured! Just this once,in a special edition of Azuchi Gazette, all your questions shall be answered by our esteemed advisors: The Kitsune and One-Eyed Dragon.
Event Request status:OPEN
How do I obtain answers for my struggles? [Event Rules & Guidelines]
: Admit you need the Kitsune’s help. : Don’t sulk. It’s optional.
: The Kitsune is pleased to be of service to any Chatalaine, OC, vassal, ninja or warlord in need. : We fear no challenge: serious or not, we pledge to answer all questions. We will also reply to any messages directed at us.
: Place your question in one of the conveniently located “Ask” boxes, either @lorei-writes or @the12thnightproject. :Either of the ask boxes works. All questions will be answered by both advisors. Shy kittens can use ‘Anonymous’ option. There is no limit on the number of questions one person can send in.
: Ask the Kitsune a question. A simple interrogative will suffice, however should you feel your situation is complex, a letter may be necessary. : The Kitsune means to say that you can send either just a question, or an entire letter with more information.
What could my request look like? [Examples]
Dear Kitsune and O.E. D.,
One of my bosses has given me a jar of konpieto and told me to hide it from one of my other bosses. But I can’t think of where to put it that he wouldn’t look. Suggestions? Miss Chatalaine
: Dear Mai,
What a dilemma you’ve found yourself in, little mouse! I personally maintain that guarding Boss A’s sweet intake is not the responsibility of Boss B, who, often, if I might say so, takes on far too much authority when it comes to such minor issues. However, given that this task has fallen to you, I will offer the following options:
Give it to that strange ninja who lives in the ceiling (yes, I’m aware of his existence. The Kitsune knows all) and have him hide it up there.
Or, give it to Mitsunari to dispose of. By tomorrow he will have forgotten where he put it.
Whichever you decide, under no circumstances allow yourself to be persuaded into a game of Go for candy. - The Kitsune
: Dear Chatelaine,
Seems you have found yourself in quite a tough situation. There are several things to consider: a) how addicted to konpeito boss A really is, b) what body parts could you lose for going against boss A, c) what is the chance that boss B can protect you from the wrath of boss A.
Your surest bet is disposing of the jar entirely. Bury it in the ground, eat the contents – perhaps there’s a third party who could sample you then and offer his protection? Think about your options, lass. - O.E. D.
More examples below the cut. Come and play with us! >:3
