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Ehlana x various lords at a bar/ coffee shop talking boys. (Crack)

(Lol. Yeh i had a stalker. Lol. It was unpleasant. Nwy. Thnx luv. But mc does seem to be intellectually challenged, emotionally stunted, mentally fixated (shoju trope or childhood besties trope with toshiie) it’s boring. But i guess that is what she is supposed to be. Boring. So that u can paint urself in her position. Though i wish she wasn’t so cringe worthy in a lot of places. I get second hand embarrassment from her behaviour . Sometimes i feel like smacking her stupid ass silly. But then i tell myself i am not her mamma and i don’t smack ppls assess.)(RESPONSE TO A PREVIOUS CONVERSATION. ) Unless it’s shingen, then i am sexy mamma and i will smack that pretty muscular gluteus maximus to the maximum. And he will like it.cz mamma says so. Just sayin. (Cackling gracelessly) (imagine me telling my bitch friend nobu about this and the two of us cackling at shingens’ ass. Saizo sitting with an inscrutable expression telling me off handedly that he costs a lot but if the tiger gets too much to handle to let him know , he would “ deal” with the problem. Toshiie and yuki being loud at the karaoke. Hideyoshi trying his stand up comedy act and being drowned by yukimuras’ karaoke. Mitsuhide telling me to use protection and asking me if it isn’t better if i hust chose kojuro, married and settled down with him instead of being in an open relationship with both of them. Kojuro seems nicer to mitsuhide. Imagine him saying that. “ But Ehlana Kojuro is nicer!! I know girls have a bad boy thing and Shingen has it going for him but Kojuro is nicer, he might drive around town on a harley…” “ correction he does have a harley, he just doesnt take it out for a spin too often unleas i pester him. says it reminds him of his youthful follies. ” “ well there you see, ge is sensible, kind dependable, educated .” Kenshin adds “boring too, add boring. Ehlana is he boring in bed? Can i join you two like i joined you and shingen a couple of times?” “ no thanks he is private about our intimacy. Would like to join us this weekend Kenshin? Shingen and I?” “ I rather not. Things became really intense between you too. All those i love yous during rough intercourse are very jarring to my sensibilities. ” ….i could go on on this @jemchew @small-and-nerdy @bloody-geisha @frywen-babbles @suzunesays

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Ehlana x various lords at a bar/ coffee shop talking boys. (Crack)

(Lol. Yeh i had a stalker. Lol. It was unpleasant. Nwy. Thnx luv. But mc does seem to be intellectually challenged, emotionally stunted, mentally fixated (shoju trope or childhood besties trope with toshiie) it’s boring. But i guess that is what she is supposed to be. Boring. So that u can paint urself in her position. Though i wish she wasn’t so cringe worthy in a lot of places. I get second hand embarrassment from her behaviour . Sometimes i feel like smacking her stupid ass silly. But then i tell myself i am not her mamma and i don’t smack ppls assess.)(RESPONSE TO A PREVIOUS CONVERSATION. ) Unless it’s shingen, then i am sexy mamma and i will smack that pretty muscular gluteus maximus to the maximum. And he will like it.cz mamma says so. Just sayin. (Cackling gracelessly) (imagine me telling my bitch friend nobu about this and the two of us cackling at shingens’ ass. Saizo sitting with an inscrutable expression telling me off handedly that he costs a lot but if the tiger gets too much to handle to let him know , he would “ deal” with the problem. Toshiie and yuki being loud at the karaoke. Hideyoshi trying his stand up comedy act and being drowned by yukimuras’ karaoke. Mitsuhide telling me to use protection and asking me if it isn’t better if i hust chose kojuro, married and settled down with him instead of being in an open relationship with both of them. Kojuro seems nicer to mitsuhide. Imagine him saying that. “ But Ehlana Kojuro is nicer!! I know girls have a bad boy thing and Shingen has it going for him but Kojuro is nicer, he might drive around town on a harley…” “ correction he does have a harley, he just doesnt take it out for a spin too often unleas i pester him. says it reminds him of his youthful follies. ” “ well there you see, ge is sensible, kind dependable, educated .” Kenshin adds “boring too, add boring. Ehlana is he boring in bed? Can i join you two like i joined you and shingen a couple of times?” “ no thanks he is private about our intimacy. Would like to join us this weekend Kenshin? Shingen and I?” “ I rather not. Things became really intense between you too. All those i love yous during rough intercourse are very jarring to my sensibilities. ” ….i could go on on this @jemchew @small-and-nerdy @bloody-geisha @frywen-babbles @suzunesays

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CARRION CALL FOR THE ARSONIST (slbp fic)

Written by @viridian99 edited by @jemchew

I whispered filthy words of encouragement into her ear, drawing her attention to the little lord’s flushed peachy cheeks, the cherry lips, the utterly debauched yet innocent look those summer sky eyes were giving us. I drew her attention to his long lashes casting shadows on his dusky cheeks, lips bitten between strong teeth to strangle a groan under Shingen’s ministrations. 

The damned tiger knew what he was doing. 

He threw a smirk at us. Seven hells. He was goading us, goading me. Make your choice, his eyes mocked. How could I? I was wrecked with turmoil. Shingen had grown tired of the waltz the three of us danced around each other and decided to take matters into his own hands. 

I chuckled inwardly at the irony of the situation and threw back a defiant look, a smirk for a smirk. I bent down and licked the shell of the little lady’s ear without breaking eye contact. He purred and languidly threw a powerful thigh over Yukimura’s squirming hips, accidentally brushing the bulge growing there. 

When it came to the Tiger of Kai very little was an accident. A loud keening sound was wrenched out of the little lord’s mouth, his eyes locked with mine, pleading in desperation. It drew an answering moaning gasp from the little lady. I lowered my voice and kept whispering filthy nothings into the little lady’s ears. 

“Yes. Look at him, the pretty little lord. Look at those beautifully sculpted muscles, the trail of goose bumps and raised hair left in trail of Shingen’s teasing hands as he strokes his chest. ” I whispered in her ears hoarsly. Tonight I was playing at being the devils’ advocate.

His fingers circled Yukimura’s pert nipples, eliciting a mewling protest and more squirming. Yukimura gazed worshipfully at his ooyakata sama, the haze of lust and alcohol turning the clear summer sky eyes cloudy. Shingen threw his head back and laughed. It rang cruelly in my ears. He kept sipping his sake nonchalantly and stroking down Yukimuras’ abdomen, his muscles clenching visibly under Shingens’ expert touch. The tiger kept throwing challenging looks at us. 

He removed his restraining leg from Yukimura and said, “There now, you have to show us how much of a man you are, my boy.” In an instant he was up and climbing on top of Shingen’s lap intending to tackle him. Foolish little lord, this was no wrestling match. Shingen flipped him casually with one hand like an afterthought and restrained him again, resuming his stroking, but this time at his exposed thighs. “You have a long way to go, cub,” he chuckled. 

I took a strawberry and put it in the little lady’s hand. “Don’t you want to crush it between his lips in your hands and lick the juices as they move down, little lady? Suck his lips and bite them? Suckle his tongue until he is a moaning mess? Don’t you want to see him fall apart? See those eyes look at you in desperation?” I moved my hands up her shoulder and stroked her arms rhythmically. She trembled under my touch just as Yukimura did under Shingen’s. 

Gods, I wanted to replace Shingen’s hand with my own. Instead I stoked her swollen breasts and she squirmed and moaned wantonly, mirroring the little lord. Oh, how they fit each other. These creatures of light. Summer and spring. They were made for each other. Apollo and Aphrodite. If Shingen was made of flame and fire, the mighty Vulcan, then Yukimura was the sunlight like Apollo, and she was his Venus and Hera wrapped in one and I, the Hades of the group, had no right to be here. She was no Persephone to bring spring to the underworld.

So I gave her a push and she moved to the little lord as if in a daze. Shingen moved aside and continued sipping his sake, regarding the tableau unfolding in front of him with a mischievous look, as if saying my work here was done. 

Oh, you bastard. You set fire to us and now you want to sit back and enjoy the flames going down. Damned if these flames don’t bring you down too. 

My notorious poker face would not give way to my true feelings. I placed a strawberry in Yukimura’s lips, uncharacteristically docile and completely at our mercy. Had Shingen slipped him something? I would not put it beyond him. I guided the little lady’s hand to crush the strawberry, and the juices cascaded down Yukimura’s lips and coated my fingers. 

I made to withdraw my hand. 

Then, all at once, the little lady flipped the tables on me. She grasped my hand and licked my fingers softly, sucking the juices off of them and I froze instantly, paralysed, as if struck by lightning, unable to move away. She gazed at me seductively under her lashes. Well done, little lady, you are a quick learner, I almost applauded out loud. Instead I looked at the little lord gazing rapturously at his goddess. I knew it in my bones that if I asked they would both accept me into their world of sunlight with arms wide open. I threaded my hands through my little lord’s impossibly soft hair and the other hand through the little lady’s long locks in benediction, as if blessing this union, and brought their heads together. 

They needed no encouragement. 

The little lady crushed the strawberry in between Yukimura’s lips and sucked at them, licking the juices escaping from the sides of his mouth. Shingen snorted, apparently not amused at the farce unfolding in front of him. Yukimura’s hands moved to her waist as they ground against each other, increasingly unaware of their surroundings. Another moment and I was sure Yukimura would have the little lady flipped under him. 

I got up to leave. My job here was done. Sliding open the door I moved to stand on the veranda, my back turned to the house on fire I just exited. 

“Didn’t take you for a coward, Saizo. They would accept you. The both of them. All of you,” the Tiger remarked quietly. “Would you walk away?”

“Anything is possible,” I answered non-commitaly and stepped out into the frigid rain. I hated the rain. It did nothing to douse the fire raging inside me. 

In my hubris I called myself Hades. The truth was sadder. I was nothing but Chiron, payed six pence to row people to the after life. I needed a lesson in humility. This was as good as any kick in the gut I would get. I had a suspicion that I would walk with a knife in my heart (if I ever did possess such an appendage) for the rest of my life. No regrets, no apologies. 

There is no crime if you have no regrets.

This was my mantra since forever. What happened to me? I gave up any claim to the last vestiges of light inside me. I squelched it with my own blood sullied hands. In the distance I could hear the crow cawing. The carrion call, I thought ironically. How fitting considering the occasion. I killed all my life, without regret and remorse. I carried the ghosts of the dead with me. Today it felt as if I carried a dead body inside of my very core. Was it a tomb or a shrine? Did it really matter? It was dedicated to my beloved Apollo and Aphrodite. My sun, and home, and hearth and love.

Yes, maybe I was no better than a vulture. Feeding on the dead and dying. I became synonymous with carrion. Or was it a cadaver when applied to humans? But then I am no longer human. Not any more. I had no right to be with the living. I was soaked to the bone in the rain and yet the raging storm inside me had yet to quiet down. I never felt so empty and defeated in my life. Rationality explained my decision as the optimal course for the two most beloved people in my life. Yet why did I have this unfathomable feeling of sorrow? Why this yearning that once, just once, if either of them had laid a hand on my arm and stopped me from leaving; if either of them had called out my name and asked me to stay; would I have stayed? Had I stayed on my own my presence would have been welcomed, but was I not actively desired by them? 

I raised my head to look at the pitch dark sky. The rain was freezing cold but why was hot rain streaking down my face? I hadn’t cried in ages. Standing here in the frigid rain, it was easy to let the tears cascade down my face and have it camouflaged by the downpour. My regret, my repentance, the blood I shed, all of it chipping at my soul. As always when it rained I ran away from the regrets I carried, not as ghosts but as very real burdens, alive and breathing, perhaps even more alive than my own being. An irony since a moment ago I convinced myself I committed no crimes, ergo I was free of regrets. 

I should have been free. 

My whole life I lived in this dichotomy. Torn by my duality. Tonight’s handiwork gives no solace to me. There is no absolution for cowards like me. I am forever doomed to scratch at my scabs and drown myself in the pain whenever I wish to feel alive. To feel any semblance of something. That is my curse, my cross to carry for all my days; the tomb I carry inside me, inside of my darkness, where I find the shrine in memory of their sunlight, and the knife in my heart, and all remnants of the person I was. 

A new version of myself had to be born today.I needed some time to myself. Perhaps take up a bloody and violent mission from the village. The normalcy of killing, of taking away life, of watching blood flow and seep through my hands might restore some balance to my world, bring sanity to my mind. 

A sneaking voice whispered a wish for death to take me on one of my missions, so that next time, instead of being Chiron, maybe, just maybe, I would be the one rowed across the river styx after paying my six coins.But will six coins be enough to pay my dues?

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Standing on the veranda, Shingen watches as the Lord Assassin melts into the dark. “Maybe I shouldn’t have meddled,” he murmurs under his breath. He turns to look at the pair in the room entwined in rapture and slides the door shut on them, feet echoing woefully into the night.

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RESTRAIN (SLBP FIC) by @viridian99

Edited by the lovely and amazing @jemchew

Pairing (Shingen x Ehlana)

It started as a joke. Happenstance maybe. Saizo, my chief security officer dropped his pair in my office. God knows how or why. Maybe they were meant as a signal for Yukimura and I was the mistaken recipient. The thought came much later in my mind. I unconsciously slipped the handcuffs in my pocket at the time. 

And now she found them as I embraced her. 

I tried to laugh it off. Telling her how I came across them. I turned around to look at her after hanging up my coat, the hand cuffs still dangling from her fingers. She had a speculative gleam in her eyes. Oho, was my kitten ready? She had come to me untouched and unsullied, and I exercised as much restraint as was possible by a man of as impatient a temperament as I. But if she was ready I would gladly introduce her to the world of bondage. 

I chuckled inwardly. We did not need a paltry pair of steal cuffs. Diamond encrusted gold as befitted my Queen. If she so desired. I kept watching her closely. Gauging her body language and responses. Judging her instinctively. 

Was she ready? 

I put my hands on her shoulder and she turned around. I raised an eyebrow and she smiled. “I suppose you are no stranger to recreational restraining?” she asked sweetly.

I laughed out loud. “I adore your elegant turn of phrase, love. Would you like to be introduced to the world of recreational restraining?” 

She blushed immediately, becoming shy and turning away. Just as I was enjoying the look of innocent embarrassment on her face she turned around and gave me a defiant look and said, “Maybe.” 

Oho, the kitten was growing up.

I moved forward to grasp her chin in my hand when I caught sight of a troubled look in her eyes. “What is it, love?” 

She turned away and said in a small voice. “I would not like to appear lacking in expertise in any area of interest to you.” 

Oh, how clinical! What a very clinically expressed adorable sentiment. I found myself falling for my little scientist all over again. Battling with my incurable disease. She was working so hard to find a cure for me, and at the same time, keeping me alive with her bone marrow cells since she was a perfect match for me. In more ways than one. My little scientist. I had refused her help in the form of her blood cells, but she had forced my hand and made me agree. No less than a feat since no one, and I repeat no one, made Takeda Shingen do anything I did not desire.

No one but her. I am a fool when it comes to her and in my folly I am afraid I rather worship her. She bit her lips, uncertainty and nervousness colouring her face, a look not befitting of my beloved. I smoothed the frown away from her brow. 

“You are not lacking in any department of my interest. You are all my areas of interest,” I said, my words meant as a caress as my hands touched all of her her adoringly. 

I picked her up easily, took us to the bedroom and proceeded to show her my very much invested interest in all her departments. We kissed breathlessly and she smiled, but I did not stop to ask her what made her do so. I loved kissing her smiling lips, loved knowing that I put that smile there. I could identify the types of her smiles just by the quirk of her lips next to mine.

And that’s when I knew a second too late of mischief afoot. I was so drowned in the happiness her smile brought me I failed to recognise the mischievous quirk of her lips followed by a click and the feeling of restraints on my wrists. How in heavens did those wrist cuffs get here? I growled and moved to dislodge her from my lap but she bit my lips. I growled again and she sucked them to placate me. I pretended to be unmoved. 

“Open them,” I said as soon as she released my lip. My voice level, calm, distant, a trifle frosty. 

Lesser men and women have cowered before that glacial look of mine. Lesser men, I snorted inwardly. She sat back on her hunches hands on my shoulders and looked at me speculatively, mischievously, cocking her head to the side she slightly shook her head, biting her plump lower lip. 

“Open them right now.” I put every bit of intimidation I could muster. Well as much intimidation a naked man with a beautiful woman on his lap sitting directly on a raging hard with hands cuffed to the bed board could muster. 

I have never been ashamed of my body or any bodily functions. I do not believe in using the body to attain pleasure as sin. Sin meant guilt. And I find no guilt in pleasure.When it comes to her it is pleasure mixed with boundless joy. Complete and utter bliss. Why would I mar these moments of benediction with feelings of sin or guilt? It is a concept completely alien to me. 

My mind returned to the question at hand: the inelegant rough steal handcuffs retraining my wrists. I looked at my kitten again and said remove them, but she only threw her head back and laughed teasingly. She looked like a child drunk on mischief enjoying herself tremendously. Who was I to rob her of any joy? I could not keep the sternness in my voice and she knew she had me as she laughed again, her eyes alight with a mixture of pure joy, mischief and affection. 

Caught you. I caught the tiger, I read her heart say. 

Yes you did, my heart answered.

She must have noticed the shift in expression. This was the first time I found myself in such a position. I had never allowed any one to restrain me before. I don’t enjoy it. Sex was about giving. A man’s duty was to give and fulfil his partner and himself. I was at the giving end. In that I found pleasure. 

Until I found her. 

For the first time with her I was at the receiving end of physical and emotional intimacy, love, care, joy and laughter. I felt indulged by her. I felt unworthy of her indulgence. This innocent sprite of a girl, a feisty flower child, would fare much better with a man less battered than I. Yet she won me over and I couldn’t let her go. I looked at her trying to assess if she was enjoying this apparent dominance over me. In my mind this was what restraining meant. Taking away the power of pleasure in your hands; leaving the restrainee at the others’ mercy. Instead what I found in her face was pure joy, love and happiness. Not an ounce of pride at being able to control me. 

I was stumped. I was baffled.

Once again she made me realize my limitations as a man. My narrow horizon when it came to intimacy. This was not about control. This was never about control. At least not the way I thought. She leaned in, the curtain of her thick hair falling on my face. I inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of her. Her hand ran slowly over every inch of my body. I could see her eyes focused intensely on me, cataloguing my responses, mapping me like a cartographer taking note of the goose bumps and hair raised on its end. 

“I like the hair on your forearms,” she remarked offhandedly, and bent down to press a chaste kiss there. It was so like her. So so like her. 

I am used to being praised for different parts of my anatomy. But never the hair on my forearms. I huffed out a laugh. Her eyes followed her hands as her fingers moved across my chest to my neck. She dipped her head to nuzzle into my neck and lick at the outer shell of my ear, nipping at my neck. I hummed approvingly. She brought her cheek next to mine and slowly nuzzled again. The silken feel of her skin against my roughened stubbled face was such an exquisite contrast. In my heightened state of sensual awareness I shuddered, groaning as an answering moan came from her. 

“My patience is limited kitten,” I purred. 

She looked at me more seriously. “Tell me what you want me to do to you?” she asked, her voice exquisitely tender and I stared at her open mouthed and shocked. She kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Let me pleasure you, darling.” 

The last vestiges of sanity ripped from me. The cuffs rattled as I tried to free my hands. But then I stopped completely. This was never about control or dominance. It was just her innocent desire to pleasure me, slow me down, since I was a man with little patience and finesse. I let my instinct govern me. 

“Do whatever you want,” I replied in a quiet noncommittal voice. She quirked an eyebrow. Was she losing confidence? Oh no, that was not allowed. She was my queen. Such an expression did not befit her. I smiled up at her. “Do what pleases you. Let’s see how it pleases me”.

A previously absent predatory gleam entered her eyes. She proceeded to spoil me with her touch, her fingers and her lips. 

I loved it.

The simple act of being touched by the one I love was an exquisitely erotic act to me. No fancy toys, no props. Just touch. I could feel her love, her affection, mingled with her arousal and it aroused me to no end. This act of giving and receiving of touch.We kissed over and over again, sharing the very air we breathe, our sweat mingled as our hearts beat in tandem. She brought her head up and I growled. 

“Enough fun, little one, I have let you amuse yourself.” She was not the shy kitten or the smiling girl intent upon slowing me down anymore. I understood now why she did it. She wished to slow me down so that I would take my time enjoying each other’s touch. As loath as I was to admit it, I loved this lesson in restraint. But I was at my ropes end and getting feral by the moment. 

I had always let instinct govern me. Never had I allowed myself to slow down and smell the roses in the garden. I laughed inwardly at this out of place analogy. She looked so different; the air around her shifted and she appeared at once regal and proud. A primal confidence cloaked her, the feral look in my eyes reflected in hers. 

“Release me,” I roared. 

“No,” she said. To drive her point home she ground on my hardness. 

Lesser men would have backed down in front of this new avatar of her.  

I was entranced by her beauty. We were slow dancing in a burning room. Fire filled my lungs. We were both gasping for breath as we attacked eachothers lips, feral growls and moans punctuated our fevered embrace. 

“Unlock them,” I snapped. 

“No,” she answered in equally feral tones. She threaded her fingers through my hair and tugged it none too gently. 

At last she has taken control. My kitten had grown and claimed her throne. I marvelled at her transition . In the recesses of my mind I mused that I would not mind it if she would restrain me further, pull my hair and ride me to oblivion then and there. I would welcome her dominance. Of course, she would have to repay in kind later. 

“Release me right now!!” I commanded.She tugged at my hair again “ What did you say to me?” She said matching glare for glare.I changed tactics and smiled at her tenderly. “Open them, my love”. No one was more surprised at my gentle tone. It was a soft voice she drew from me, laced with the warmth of my tenderness and laughter. I wanted to throw her off and see what she would do now, how this would play out how would this shift the balance of power resting precariously between us. A dark part of my brain ironically questioned my manly ego at still being fixated on power when this was about so much else.

Old habits died hard.

She would have to put me through my paces again and again before I learned of joy without power. She quirked her head and looked at me, undeterred by this unexpected curveball and then smiled, trailing her hand from my thighs up to my neck. My muscles clenched reflexively and thrummed with tension under her touch. 

“If you want them undone, break them,” she said evenly. I look at her, startled. Her eyes were wild with my feral gleam reflecting in them. Her lips were swollen, face flushed, eyes heavy lidded with a heady mixture of love and lust, her hair a glorious main framing her delicate elfine features. She brought her face close to mine and whispered, “If you want them gone break them. Break those chains and take me. All of me. Take me apart.” 

Once again the tables turned on me spectacularly. I growled and saw nothing but red. My mind was on fire. The paltry cuffs broke and lay on the mattress unheeded by either of us. In a moment I flipped her and took her without mercy or restraint. But she did not hold anything back either. We bit, scratched, screamed, and came together again and again. It was a beautiful wild, glorious mess and it drove us both to the edge of sanity.

Later, much later, as we lay wrapped up in each other’s arms, languid, sated happy, she looked up at me, chin on my chest. 

“What are you cooking up now?” I flicked her forehead. “I knew you were always trouble.” 

She laughed, shaking her head. She tossed her head,her glorious mane of sun kissed hair cascading down her back. She was a bewitching vision to behold. Since when had laughter become a regular part of my intimate life? I marvelled at the new things she introduced to me. 

I joined in her laughter and leaned in to kiss her kiss swollen cherry lips.

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Ehlana x Shingen (slbp fic) NUISANCE

(In which Ehlana is being a trifle bitchy and Shingen is being his shameless sweet self.)

It was a bother. A nuisance. An absolute annoyance. I rant in my head. My back ached with the additional weight. I was perpetually sick. The morning sickness had not abated with the end of the first trimester. I had used all the old wives remedies . Saizo had brought me medicine from Iga. A fat wad of good it did for me. I was cranky, gassy , annoyed……and now THIS??? THIS? unbelievable. He had the audacity to laugh at me, at my concerns, my pain, AND HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO LAUGH AT ME!!! I fumed and fretted. I replayed the previous hour in my mind. I was frowning and holding my back.“ What is it love?”.“ Nothing much, I am tired, hungry, gassey ,my clothes don’t fit , I am fat my back hurts and now my breasts ache all the time, they have increased in size too”. “ Here let me check”. He offers off handedly “ Oh,ok…” I aquiscence absent mindedly . “What? no…get away from me”. I pushed away his advancing hands.“ What I was being helpful”. He pretended to be hurt and pouted a bit.“ No you were not. I know you, you pervy filthy man”. “Hey if it hurts so much I can massage them for you”. He asks hopefully. “Shingen I am not getting breast massages from you”. “You seemed awfully happy with getting massages from me two nights ago. If I recall correctly…. .” He seems to enjoy expanding on this topic.I hastily stop him. “You shameless man”. “Better than a coward and a liar. Comes the fiery retort.” I don’t deny my instinct and I don’t lie about my feelings". I swat his arm just as heatedly. “ We all know about your instincts Shingen the whole castle does probably the whole of Yoshiwara does”. That was below the belt but i felt like being bitchy.“Hey now not since you, ok”. “I know I know. I am sorry. I am just cranky”. “Come here”. He enfolds me in a warm embrace. I sigh and lay my head next to his strongly beating heart. “You know I could leave more marks on you now blooming red cherry blossom petals against the creamy expanse of your skin”. “Are you seducing me with poetry”. “Is it working”.“ No”. “No?” “ Shingen.” He laughed. “There is more of you to love now .“I push him away turn sharply on my heal and leave. “The offer of the massage still stands”. His laughter follows me as I seek refuge in the still room.

I had a gift for healing it seems . I had been learning the use of herbs and medicines. The still room was where I kept the tools of my craft. I busy myself with working on Shingens’ medicines when I feel a shadow darken the sliding paper door. Without turning around I know who it is. “What do you want Haru? Free massages ?” No reply comes. I turned around and look at him questioningly. “Does it really bother you so much. Being pregnant and the normal changes it will cause?” His voice is thoughtful, pensive with a hint of sadness. “No!!! Oh god no!! Not at all. I am just having a bad day. And it hurts”. “Its ok. I will massage. Your back”. He hastily adds.“ I turn my back to him again .” He takes it as a silent invitation and comes inside. His strong hands start rubbing soothing circles down my aching muscles. “Oh god that feels so good” I closed my eyes and moaned. “I would prefer you saying that again under different circumstances” comes the off handed remark edged with a hint of laughter. I should be used to this by now. His playful shameless teasing. Why was it annoying me today? I loved him for it and normally I enjoyed giving him as good as I got. I still and am about to straighten when he increases the pressure of his hands and forced me to relax. I relent and let it slide. Silently I bless him for putting up with my crankiness in such a good humoured way. “I don’t know what fascination men have with breasts. They are just fat filled appendages that bounce and make milk. They are like a freaking dairy farm. Oh god now i feel like a cow”.“ Cows are sexy. Particularly this one. My private dairy farm”. “Shingen,shut up. Seriously shut up”. I am about to remove his hands that had crept up my breasts and were slowly kneading them gently. “Actually don’t . This feels good ”. “I told you. Lets try a new position. Face me.” He leans down and whispers huskily in my ear “ They look damn good bouncing too”.I know where this is going but right now u really don’t care!! @bloody-geisha when i said fic coming it was this. Lol. @jemchew @small-and-nerdy @frywen-babbles @suzunesays @minminami

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PARASITES AND STDs (mitsunari x s/o)

Mitsunari would probably call getting pregnant a sexually transmitted disease. Imagine Nobunagas’ consort getting pregnant and everybody celebrating it and mitsunari poohpooing it and commenting to his s/o that its just an STD , why make such a ruckus about a blood sucking parasite. Later when his own s/o starts feeling unwell, morning sickness etc. Mitsunari gets concerned and asks her what is wrong , she wipes the vomit from her mouth , looks him dead in the eye and dead pans “ I think you have given me a sexually transmitted disease ”. “ That is impossible i am unquestionably faithful to you! How dare you even suggest that???”. “ Well at least you planted a parasite inside me that’s for sure”. “ I…. what? ”. After floundering for a while realization dawns on him and he finds his s/o looking at him with an amused half commiserating half i got you smirk . He blushes to his roots, muttering about vile succubi under his breath and flounces out of the room. Later, much later he returns to his s/o whose back is turned to him while she is working in the kitchen. He embraces her from the back and buries his face in her back, blushing and stammering a gruff apology. “ It’s not a parasite” he whispers in anguish and his s/o embraces him , petting his hair and cooing at him comfortingly. “Of course it’s not, it will be a demon , it has vile succubus blood in it after all” she says soothingly with a hint of laughter in her voice. He separates from her and glares daggers at her and is about to leave in a miff again when she laughingly forces him in her embrace again. “It will be an angel, I assure you, gifted with your intellect, vocabulary, ………and ability to insult people indiscriminately ” she was shaking with laughter as he uttered a strangled groan and left the room, her laughter echoing in the hallway after him. ( @incorrect-slbp-quotes ok i was gnna post a witty insult based on pregnancy STD parasites and Mitsunari and tag you when it turned into a drabble. Plz use the idea in a joke)

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ANNOUNCEMENT

I, viridian, hereby solemnly declare, i shall reform myself, renounce my sinful ways, my previous identity as troll kitty, henceforth i shall speak only in Nihilistic philosophical analogies presented by Nietzsche. Other philosophers referenced to will be Satre, Aristotle, Plato, Kant with the occasional scientist like Einstein, Heisenberg, Shrodenger thrown in (cuz he put the kitty in the box and then said it’s maybe not there and the kitty died of suffocation, that is so relevant to me. I died of suffocation ). My conversations will you will typically entail Freudian and Jungian analysis of ur character’s motivation and personality traits. We will ofcourse converse about what Freud loves best. I repeat i renounce my sinful fangirling of 2D men. Any conversation of men, fictional or otherwise shall be in Freudian terms. @jemchew

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Damn. I’m not sure if I should laugh loudly or blush violently. This guy is a rollercoaster to me. HALP.

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Little lord! Such a sweetheart