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Yoosung
Heâs a frequent masturbator, so if he isnât touched by you & doesnât get to have sex (especially now that heâs experienced it) the tension is visibly on the rise. Physically, he doesnât look relaxed, seems anxious, fidgets, & appears on edge far more often.
He gets extra whiny, a little more clingy, touchy-feely to the max.
Comments that he wants you to look at him more often, touch him more.
Sits closer to you than usual; heâs practically in your lap all the time & he doesnât see a problem with it.
Hello, Yandere!Yoosung has come to play. Youâre going to be with me forever, right? You love me, yes? Show me.
Puts things into his mouth more frequently. Things that shouldnât be in his mouth. Pencils, pen caps, his fingers. Things that are meant for his mouth but he gets a bit showy with them. Popsicles, lollipops, straws. Any way that he can draw your attention to his mouth, heâll try.
Has a mouth on him; heâs more quick to anger/yell/curse when playing LOLOL.
Dresses up (either his maid outfit, some cute panties, flashy suspenders, or his good hoodie) in hopes that youâll take notice & just fuck him.
A simple hug in passing his him shivering & pressing his hips against you.
Goes in for more hugs & simple touches often. Will sneak up behind you just to rest his chin on your shoulder to watch what youâre doing, play with he hem of your shirt, lean into you head to toe. Achievement Unlocked: Youâve earned the Yoosung Kim cape!
Fine, if you wonât fuck him, heâll just fuck your pillow (And then wash it immediately after because omg heâs not a monster).
Starts whimpering immediately into any sort of kiss you give him, even before your lips have touched. Short kisses, long kisses, see you later kisses, running to the corner store for 5 minutes kisses. His hands are in your hair, heâs suckling on your lower lip & whimpering.
Has multiple wet dreams a night & on more than one occasion you may have been woken up to him humping against you in his sleep.
Heâs hypersensitive. Even during these times Saeyoung doesnât risk playing pranks on him, afraid Yoosung will fly off the handle with the smallest provocation.
Finds himself randomly grinding against furniture without conscious thought. The counter, couch arm, bed, pillows. Is no surface safe? No.
He actively wonders if itâs considered cheating if he has his LOLOL character have sex with another character. He thinks it is. So what if he made a second character⌠that looked like you? Hmm⌠maybe he should just take up SIMS to make them WOOHOO all the time.
Panty sniffer.
Eats a lot in hopes of dampening the need. If heâs too full & sleepy, he canât be horny anymore, right?
Ainât too proud to beg.
Jaehee
Bites her lip excessively. Sheâs horny. Her lips are chapped. Sheâs running out of lip balm.
Aggressively grinds the coffee beans in the morning. Sheâs taking out her frustration on them. Poor beansâŚ
The coffee is getting more grinding than she is & she is agitated. Might slam down a customerâs order a bit more aggressively than everyone, including herself, expected.
Constantly readjusts her blouse, smooths out her skirts.
She does that agitated upward exhale to blow her hair out of her face⌠even when her hair isnât in her face.
Dazes out & will just stir her coffee for an extended period of time while staring at you across the room. Sheâs making dreamy cow eyes at you from across the counter.
Crosses & uncrosses her legs an ungodly amount of times just to feel a bit of pressure.
Why does she have so many tabs open to purchase a new shower head?
Sheâs running out of underwear because sheâs constantly having to change into a new pair.
Sheâs doing laundry more often recently. Sheâs actually just using the dry for a bit of companionship.
Sheâll be in the middle of reading or watching one of Zenâs performances & casually starts to tease at her own nipples. She doesnât realize sheâs doing it⌠but she isnât about to stop.
She buys a new assortment of bath oils, bubbles, soaps. Anything that might lure you into the bathtub with her.
She gets 10x more sassy in the RFA chat. Good thing Jumin doesnât have the ability to fire her anymore because⌠damnâŚ
Buys batteries in bulk. Yâall donât even own that many electronics.
Wears her bras that have a bit more padding in them to cover her now-always erect nipples. On top of that, she wears her hair down so the tresses drape across her chest.
Wants to cuddle during every activity yâall do together.
Her hands slip underneath your shirt quicker every time you both kiss or hug. She seeks out that skin on skin contact even if itâs just for brief flashes of moments.
Wears low cut shirts & plays with her collar deliberately in hopes of drawing your eyes to the area.
Watches more romance films, even if Zen isnât in them. Gasp!
Gets more coy when you flirt or touch her. Sheâs easier to set off, earning you a blush or giggle in record time.
She becomes scatterbrained. She only shaved one leg this morning. She forgot to put on deodorant. Did she eat earlier? Whose apron is she wearing?
It takes longer than usual for you both to close up the shop because she starts to crowd into your space when going about cleaning so she intentionally brushes up against you.
Zen
Sends more selfies (nudes) than usual. He wants your attention a lot more than average.
Goes jogging for long long loooong runs.
Calls you after heâs done some strenuous activities just so youâll hear him pant into the receiver. He knows you like that.
Fidgets with his hair a considerable amount. Does he care that touching it will transfer hand oils to it? Not when heâs horny. Does he care that his bangs are in disarray & he might look a little less than his best? Not when heâs horny. (Turns out he looks even better with mussed up hair. Who knew? Everyone.)
Far less subtle when searching, watching, or hiding his porn. Just leaves it up on his Windows 95 computer screen not caring if you see it.
When he masturbates, he wants you to hear him. Heâs going to be extra loud in hopes that itâll entice you to join him in bed, the shower, the hall, on the kitchen floorâŚ
Cooks for you & samples the food in explicit fashion when youâre within vicinity of the kitchen. Moans around a spoonful of soup like heâs just had the best goddamn orgasm of his life.
Goes to work out, comes home sweaty & takes your hands to put them directly on him. Babe, can you feel the difference in my biceps? Iâve been trying a new work out. What about my lower abs? Feel feel. Does everything he can to get your hands on him.
Buys new outfits & poses them for you. Hey babe, how do these pants make my ass look? He figures if your eyes are on him long enough, soon enough your body will be too.
Extra long showers. The water bill is rising.
Offers to take a shower with you multiple times a day. No, he doesnât think you smell bad. He just wants to fuck in the shower. His shower seat isnât being put to useâŚ
Maintains eye contact when he grabs the flavored lube & adds it into the shopping bin.
Walks around naked. 9/10 chances heâs sporting a boner.
Starts listening & singing nothing but sex themed songs.
Practices his lines for a performance but screws them up in absolutely royal fashion. âWe are such stiffâŚ. STUFF! SUCH STUFFâŚ. as dreams are made on. âŚShit.â
Offers up several opportunities for you to sit in his lap, for seemingly no reason. Heâll get rid of every damn chair & sitting surface in his apartment if it means youâll sit in his lap.
Goes through your lingerie & panty drawer with a mournful sigh.
Takes any & every opportunity granted to him to get his ass in your face, literally. Waits until youâre seated & then casually bends over in front of you to grab something off the table. He pretends to look around for a lengthy amount of time.
Primps longer in front of his full length mirror & starts to wonder if something has gone wrong with his looks. NAH!
Jumin
Tugs on his collar & tie in 2 minute intervals due to frustration. This tie is choking him. He thinks he looks disheveled, less than perfect, & people are beginning to notice.
Always clearing his throat & rolling up his sleeves. Itâs so hot in here. The HVAC needs maintenance, surely.
Develops other nervous ticks. Runnings his fingers through his hair, twisting & untwisting his pen open repeatedly, tapping his fingers on his desk.
Actually runs late to work, not intentionally, but because he was far too distracted watching you shower, get dressed, do your hair, pour a glass of juiceâŚ
Works grooves into the floor of his office from all his pacing.
His personal trainer informs you that Jumin has requested his workouts extend beyond his usual half an hour sessions to now be over an hour or more. Seems Jumin has some extra energy he wants to burn off. Wonder whyâŚ
Deliberately will hold your gaze for long moments, just staring at you without a word & wearing his resting bitch face. Maybe heâs trying to telepathically communicate to you that heâs amped up & wants to have sex. Now.
Everyone seems to sense the tense aura lingering off of him & scatters away when he walks into a room. Heâs more curt, seems disassociated/distracted with work, repeats himself.
Sleeps less than he usually does, but still gets into bed & presses close to you. Tosses & turns all night but maintains some form a physical contact with your body.
Books on tantric sex start appearing on his desk. Heâs researching other forms of release and connection with his partner.
Pushes you against a wall or pulls you onto his lap multiple times throughout the day for extra long make out sessions.
Texts you pictures of random places. It takes you a while to make the connection between them all, but soon enough youâll realize theyâre all places youâve fucked. The bed, the hallway rug, his desk, a counter in the bathroom, the kitchen tile.
Heâs hardly a sex addict, but considers that perhaps he should see a doctor. Surely being this flushed & frustrated all the time canât be healthy.
Opens up to more PDA, without real thought. Heâs touching you, kissing you, holding you to his front instead of to his side, refusing to separate from you for trivial things such as walking through doorways.
Sends you the most blurry dick pics to ever exist. A for effort. A+ for still good dick.
Casually runs his fingers through your hair & gives it an experimental tug.
Takes off his tie & plays with it in his hands, wraps the ends around his palms & gives a sharp tug so the middle pulls taunt. He watches you to gauge your reaction, to see how you react when you hear the tension in the fabric.
Excuses himself often so he can go adjust himself in private. He never had this problem before you came along.
Tries to plan out a perfecting evening in. Everyoneâs calendar at C&R is marked with âDO NOT CONTACT MR. HANâ on this chosen day.
Saeyoung
Takes on more commissions than heâs logically able to handle on his own. Heâs got to find something to fill up his time, to keep him distracted.
Is he aggressively typing on his keyboard while staring you down across the room? Yes.
Bend & snap. He heard it works.
Does awkward stretching poses when he passes by you. He just happened to be on a break right now⌠if you were⌠up for something. Why is he leaning against the wall with his ass sticking out that far? Doesnât that hurt? Who knows.
Chews & growls around his headphone cord.
Gets a bit destructive. Little bits of failed robot parts are flying around. Heâs tearing up schematics. Heâs opening Honey Buddha Chip bags from both ends. Itâs a war zone. He moves from room to room, little waves of destruction in his wake.
Gets a little more reckless. Drives a little faster, takes turns a little sharper, doesnât back up his files multiple times an hour.
Starts mumbling to himself. Heâs arguing with himself about his own sexual frustration.
Dramatic sighing. Heâs possibly taking lessons from Zen. Sighs loud enough you can hear him across the compound. Sighs until you ask him whatâs wrong.
His hands are suddenly magnetized to your ass. Constantly reaches out to touch it. Even if he can only poke it in passing, he takes the opportunity.
Heâll always be a hacker, even if heâs taken on different life endeavors. Heâs created a new plan - How to Hack Into Your Pants. Itâs his best plan yet. Heâs sure of it. Itâll be a risky mission, a hard one for sure, but heâs up for the challenge.
His pranks on Yoosung become sloppy. Heâs off his game.
Walks around & mopes while shoveling ice cream into his mouth.
Pops into whatever room youâre in, just to see what youâre doing. Do you need anything from him? Can he help with something? Put him to good use⌠somehow.
Leg bounces up & down so hard his chair is constantly squeaking & his desk is rattling. Now heâs thinking about his desk rattling with you on it & UGH. Heâs groaning & set to gouge his own eyes out & pull his hair.
Takes to answering everyone verbally with just grunts & mumbles noises. Yoosung thinks heâs lost all ability to properly communicate.
Cosplays in his sexist outfits & tries to be not-so-casual about it. âThis?  *does a twirl* I just felt like wearing it. Does it make me look pious? Donât you want to just⌠ruin me? What if I were on my knees?â
Actually looks down at his crotch & says âThis is all your fault.â
Bites you, seemingly out of nowhere, just like a cat.
Jihyun
Walks into the room you are in, makes as if heâs about to ask a question, stops himself, & walks back out. He does this often, multiple times a day. Clearly heâs got something on his mind, but itâll take a while before he comes out with it.
Gets pouty & disputatious if you bring up the idea that something seems âoffâ about him. You get full denial. Nothing is wrong. Donât worry about it. Everything is fine.
Uses his frustration as a creative outlet but⌠Why does everything he paints suddenly look like genitalia?
Every movie he picks out to watch with you is some foreign romance movie with long awkward sex scenes complete with loud sighing & close-up shots of unknown body parts rubbing against one another.
You end up running late every morning because he gets extra clingy in bed & refuses to let you get up. When you do manage to get up, he just pulls you back into bed & the process of trying to crawl away starts all over.
Even after youâve left, he spends an inordinate amount of time lounging in bed alone, snuggling into your pillow & the warmth you left behind. Heâs pining.
Gets more tactile with himself in casual ways, just to try to ease some of his physical tension. Runs his hands up & down his thighs, rubs the back of his neck, smooths a hand over his chest in slow circles.
Calls more often than texts, just for the chance to hear your voice & sighs through the entire conversation.
Sends you an ever rare dick pic. Heâs immediately apologetic about it but surely you must know by now what you do to him?
Moans & huffs into every kiss, because itâs not enough & he wants more.
Daydreams a lot. Gets lost in his fantasies and memories. Heâs flushed & hard, but heâll continue to daydream until heâs near break point.
Angles himself to always be facing you if youâre near, walks close to brush against you, falls into lingering hugs & lets his hands wander.
Makes a passing joke, asking if youâll pose nude for him. Heâs like 80% serious.
Takes more opportunities to say âI love you.â Were you gone for 5 minutes in the kitchen? I love you. Step away to the bathroom to handle your business? I love you. Close the curtains for the night? I love you.
Licks & bites at his lip while he looks at you. Heâs shy but ravenous all at once.
Heâs quieter, a little more reserved, & fidgets to himself.
Always wakes up with a raging boner & apologies while his face is smushed into his pillow.
Becomes more sensitive, physically & emotionally. Pops a boner with minimal contact. His body is ready. His heart feels heavy if you say anything remotely nice to him.
Goes out to just sit in the car & ponder his feelings.
Runs his hands over you at random times. A squeeze here, a brush of fingers there, a gentle tug on your hand as he makes to lead you into the bedroom with a soft questioning smile.
Breaks out into sweats.
His posture remains very stiff. Legs crossed, hands laced & kept firmly in his lap, back straight, head raised. Heâs dressed relaxed but manages to look far from comfortable.
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âIâm glad to see you looking well today, Lord Yukimura!â She beamed as she sat his breakfast down in front of him in the main hall. It was the first he was able to take his meal in the main hall with everyone in a few days. He looked up at her with a blush as he sputtered out what was on his mind.
âIt⌠Itâs all because of you⌠ThanksâŚâ A boyish smile graced his features as he forced himself to look at her. Her own face was flushed in the wake of his compliment and she tried to hide it behind her sleeve.
âWell⌠thank you for actually letting me take care of you, Lord Yukimura.â She pushed herself up again and went about serving everyone else.
âThe little ladyâs moving a bit slow today, donât you think?â Saizo commented idly before taking a sip of his tea. Yukimura looked up from eating and watched as she wove through the main hall, her usual smile on her face. She still looked a bit flushed even from this distance. She was working very hard thoughâŚ
âYou might be right. Iâll have to make sure she rests as soon as her usual work is done.â
The morning wore on to afternoon and she brought all the retainers out training a snack and drinks. Yukimuraâs eyes followed her trying to detect whatever it was Saizo seemed to notice earlier. âSay, Lord Yukimura, instead of just staring you could go talk to her!â A retainer jabbed as he elbowed Yukimura playfully. Yukimuraâs tea sputtered out of his mouth.
âItâs nothing like that!â He barked defensively as he wiped the liquid from his chin. âItâs just⌠I was worried about her is allâŚâ The blush on his cheeks did little to support his argument. It was clear the retainers werenât buying a word of it.
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SLBP | Rainy Morning with Inuchiyo
Sheâs almost always awake before him.
Objectively, it makes sense. Her role in the castle requires early mornings, so that as the other residents stumble into wakefulness, breakfast is ready for them, and his involves trainingâor, sometimes, carousingâlate into the night. But this morning, just this once, the rain wakes him before she stirs from sleep and he finds that if he has to lose something heâd prefer it be his own slumber than the sight of her smile, brought on by dreams that have come while she lies on his bedding and in his arms. Â
Thatâs something, isnât it?
That sheâs here. That sheâs smiling. That sheâs with him. Not just because of momentary circumstance, or misunderstanding, or benign manipulation and brotherly affection, but because she knocked on his door, and reached out her arms to step into his, and asked to stay.
Considering how ready he is at any given moment to let his heart beg, she doesnât need to ask, but itâs something, that she has. Â
Sheâs tucked against him, back against his chest and soft hair spilling over the pillow and his arms, wrapped around her and unwilling to loosen. If he closes his eyes, he can still identify every inch of him where she is too. In the dark before morning, his hands can recite her shape in endless litany, though they lay still now, drinking the soft warmth through the fabric of her sleeping robes. Solid and sweet. Next to him, with him. Sheâs already close, her ankles looped around his calves, one hand resting on the arms he has crossed around her waist, the other tucked by her chin, but it never feels close enough. If it were anyone else, he might be embarrassed by how much of her he needs, but sheâs wonderful, just wonderful, and he doesnât care at all, and pulls her as gently as he can, as close as is possible.
She stirs, and he brushes the strands away from her face, letting his fingers soak in their softness, wrap around them, and he presses a kiss to the tips before murmuring nothing into the shape of her, hoping to soothe her back to sleep.
Still, as the rain shushes the morning so that it creeps instead of glows, she wakes, and meets his gaze with a smile that stops his heart. âG'morning, Inuchiyo.â
He presses a kiss to her temple, loving her absolutely. âGood morning.â
She wriggles, and he loosens his hold just enough to let her scoot up so sheâs facing him evenly, eyes bright and cheeks flushed from the warmth shared between them. Her hairâs a messâpartly his faultâbut he loves it that way. He keeps his arms where they are rather than smooth it, because it suits him to see her so. She wiggles again. âInuchiyo, youâre hot.â
âWell, I work out.â
She laughs, inelegant snort muffled by the fabric across his shoulder. âThatâs not what I meant!â He shrugs, wide grin undeterred and adoring. She splays her arms across him, supporting herself as she tries to sit up. Because he can deny her nothing, even in jest, he doesnât tighten his arms, but nor does he let go, not just yet, not as long as sheâs here. Stay. He wants her to stay.
She bites her lip with a shake of her head. Â âInuchiyo,â His name is a triumph from her lips, a melody thatâs haunted his head for what feels like forever. Gentle, teasing. âI have to go make breakfast.â
âLet âem starve.âÂ
âInuchiyo!â
âTheyâll be fine.â His arm, wrapped around her middle already, pulls her back  where heâs elated sheâs chosen to belong, and he shakes his head in echo of hers, smiling into her hair as she giggles and squirms in protest. She stops struggling after a moment, laughing breathlessly and freely into his grip.
 For a little longer, just a little longer, he hopes she stays.
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SLBP | Rainy Morning with Inuchiyo
Sheâs almost always awake before him.
Objectively, it makes sense. Her role in the castle requires early mornings, so that as the other residents stumble into wakefulness, breakfast is ready for them, and his involves trainingâor, sometimes, carousingâlate into the night. But this morning, just this once, the rain wakes him before she stirs from sleep and he finds that if he has to lose something heâd prefer it be his own slumber than the sight of her smile, brought on by dreams that have come while she lies on his bedding and in his arms. Â
Thatâs something, isnât it?
That sheâs here. That sheâs smiling. That sheâs with him. Not just because of momentary circumstance, or misunderstanding, or benign manipulation and brotherly affection, but because she knocked on his door, and reached out her arms to step into his, and asked to stay.
Considering how ready he is at any given moment to let his heart beg, she doesnât need to ask, but itâs something, that she has. Â
Sheâs tucked against him, back against his chest and soft hair spilling over the pillow and his arms, wrapped around her and unwilling to loosen. If he closes his eyes, he can still tell of every inch of him where she is too. In the dark before morning, his hands can recite her shape in endless litany, though they lay still now, drinking the soft warmth through the fabric of her sleeping robes. Sheâs already close, her ankles looped around his calves, one hand resting on the arms he has crossed around her waist, the other tucked by her chin, but it never feels close enough. If it were anyone else, he might be embarrassed by how much of her he needs, but sheâs wonderful, just wonderful, and he doesnât care at all, and pulls her as gently as he can, as close as is possible.
She stirs, and he brushes the strands away from her face, letting his fingers soak in their softness, wrap around them, and he presses a kiss to the tips before murmuring nothing into the shape of her, hoping to soothe her back to sleep.
Still, as the rain shushes the morning so that it creeps instead of glows, she wakes, and meets his gaze with a smile that stops his heart. âG'morning, Inuchiyo.â
He presses a kiss to her temple, loving her absolutely. âGood morning.â
She wriggles, and he loosens his hold just enough to let her scoot up so sheâs facing him evenly, eyes bright and cheeks flushed from the warmth shared between them. Her hairâs a messâpartly his faultâbut he loves it that way, and keeps his arms where they are rather than smooth it, because it suits him to see her so. She wiggles again. âInuchiyo, youâre hot.â
âWell, I work out.â
She laughs, inelegant snort muffled by the fabric across his shoulder. âThatâs not what I meant!â He shrugs, wide grin undeterred and adoring. She splays her arms across him, supporting herself as she tries to sit up. Because he can deny her nothing, even in jest, he doesnât tighten his arms, but nor does he let go, not just yet, not as long as sheâs here.
She bites her lips with a shake of her head. Â âInuchiyo,â His name is a triumph from her lips, a melody thatâs haunted his head for what feels like forever. Gentle, teasing. âI have to go make breakfast.â
âLet âem starve.âÂ
âInuchiyo!â
âTheyâll be fine.â His arm, wrapped around her middle already, pulls her back  where heâs elated sheâs chosen to belong, and he shakes his head, smiling into her hair as she giggles and squirms in protest. She stops after a moment, laughing breathlessly into his grip.
 For a little longer, just a little longer, he hopes she stays.
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A Precious Girl (Katakura Kojuro)
It was raining, so Kojuro allowed all of his retainers to have the day off from training. They were relieved, of course, as Kojuro was the harshest instructor that theyâd ever had. Their sore muscles could really use the proper break.
With the retainers sent away, sure to go find a warm place to have a cup of tea and enjoy the tranquil sound of the rain, Kojuro went seeking for his precious girl.
There she was, stirring diligently at the pot in front of her, just as always.
What a beauty.
The small wrinkle in her brow from concentration. The beautiful flow of her soft hair down the curve of her back. The one heâs felt many times before. Her hips swayed with her practiced movements and he couldnât help but watch in awe, his mouth surely gaping at the sight of her natural, effortless beauty.
Being the wicked man that he is, Kojuro slips behind his precious girl, settling his hands at her hips, very much enjoying the adorable little squeak of surprise that passes through her lips.
Those plump, full lips of hers are the first thing that he notices when she turns around to him. Her surprised expression fading to a gentle smile once she meets his gaze.
He then notices the pretty pink thatâs stained on her cheeks before finally meeting her eyes, the ones that are always full of wonder and love and an innocence thatâs too deeply ingrained into her being, that it cannot be taken from her without changing who she was.
Beautiful. Itâs the only encompassing word that Kojuro could think of, but it wasnât enough somehow..
â Will you make us some oshiruko, my precious girl? It is cold and you need to be kept warm to ward off any illness.â
She did say that it was alright for him to request such things from her, after all.
He brushes his finger against her cheek, pleased with the way they heat up even more under his touch.
âY-yes, milord. Should I make some tea as well? Itâs important for you to stay warm as well.â
Kojuro couldnât help the gentle smile that settled onto his face as she slowly slid her fingers in between his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Itâs only for a moment, though, because before he has any chance to reciprocate, she prepared to fulfill his request.
âPlease heat up some sake, instead, my precious girl.â
With her diligent nod, Kojuro slowly slides his hands from her hips, leaving to let her focus on the cooking.
When he leaves the kitchen, the cool air nipping at the warmth of his skin, he canât stop thinking of her. This need to hold and protect her like no other.
When is the last time someone else had this kind of affect on him? He couldnât even remember.
Shaking his head at himself and his weakness for her, he walked slowly to his study, pondering the gorgeous curves of his precious girl. He couldnât wait to take his time remembering each and everyone of them with reverent touches later on in the night.
After some time, he finally arrived at his study.
In the time that he had left, Kojuro picked up some of the books and papers that lay scattered on the floor. Kojuro couldnât help but feel his heart swell at the generousness of his precious girl. He knew that he agreed to clean with her, but today he will do it by himself.
He put all of his brushes and ink in their perspective drawer. He folded up his bedding, sliding it in the closet, taking out the rest of his spare lanterns and one of his overcoats. Moving his desk out of the way, he set two cushions side by side, then lighting the lanterns and dispersing them around the room.
Just as he had settled himself comfortably on one of the cushions, his kiseru resting elegantly on his tapered fingers, his precious girl announced herself to him before placing the tray of oshiruko in front of him.
She settled in next to him, cupping her hands so that she can blow some warmth into them, rubbing them together in a desperate attempt to retain the heat.
With his kiseru held between his teeth, Kojuro reached behind him to grab the overcoat he had set out and places it over her shoulders.
âIf youâre cold, my precious girl, my lap is all yours.â
Kojuro couldnât help the smirk that settles itself on his lips as she looks down, a blush spreading across her soft cheeks.
He very much enjoyed the hesitation in her movements. The way that she was too shy to meet his gaze as she slowly slid the tray of food off to the side, crawling in front of Kojuro to settle herself into his lap.
Sitting side saddle, she laid against his chest as Kojuro stroked her hair. His other hand found the place where her kimono had parted, dipping inside to feel the soft skin of her thighs. Her lips parted to release a nearly silent squeak, causing her to bite her lip as he continued to touch her gently.
She couldnât help the even louder whine that escaped her lips as he withdrew his touch, reaching for the sake that she had prepared for him. Pouring for himself, Kojuro brings the cup up to his lips, drinking some of the warm liquid before placing it at her lips.
âDrink, precious girl. It does help to warm off the cold, after all. Though, Iâm not sure if you need warming up any more, hm?â
Pleased again at the flustered embarrassment so obviously present in her reactions, he pressed the bowl against her lips gently, coaxing them open so that she can have a taste.
Though his actions were quite sloppy, causing some of the sweet liquid to go trailing down her chin. And with that wicked, wicked smirk of his, Kojuro tangles his hand into her hair, tugging it back gently so that he can easily reach the soft skin of her neck to lap up the liquid racing down.
He let his lips linger even after the sweet liquid is gone. Nuzzling himself into her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there, so that he could hear more of those sweet cries. The ones that were so innocent and full of pure pleasure.
Truly, what a precious girl she was.
The quiet sounds of his sucking seemed so loud to her as she gripped desperately at his kimono, letting him tug at her hair as she willingly gives into his touches.
When Kojuro finally brings his face up to meet hers, he gasped at the glassy headiness of her lustful gaze. She was truly too good for him, to let him see her in such a way so freely. If he had any say in it, he would be the only one who gets to see such an expression, for fear that if anyone else saw it they would try to take her from him.
But, he simply could not allow that to happen.
She was his precious girl, forever and always.
The lords are doing something, like saying down a hall, paper work, training or returning from battle, when out of no where their kids dog pile on top of them and they're all laughing and smiling. How do the lords react?? đ
Nobunaga was finally home after being away for two months. Victory, as always, was on his side. Nobunaga was finally able to come back to his family and rest for a bit. Unfortunately, his little daughter fell asleep before his arrival. Hours passed and Nobunaga was fast asleep, when suddenly he felt a weight being pressed into him. âNo-no⌠b-.. na..!â He kept his eyes closed as he listened. âNo-oo⌠b-bu.â He chuckled as he tried to listen to the light whispers of his almost 1-year-old daughter calling his name. Her eyes opened wide when she saw her fatherâs smile, âN-No-âŚbu-..nana!!â She threw herself on top of his chest. Nobunaga was surprised to see how much his daughter have missed him and rubbed her back as she buried her face in his neck, âItâs Nobunaga.â he sighed softly as he tried to teach her, she tilted her head to the side and met his eyes as she tried to follow his words. âNobunana?â
Mitsuhideâs little son had just learned how to walk a couple days ago when he saw his father walking down the hallway. âDa-.. da!â The little boy tried to call out to his father. His voice could barely be heard due to the noises of the retainers walking down the halls. The little boy had a determined look on his face, just like the one his father, Mitsuhide, usually has when he works. He set his hands to the ground and pushed â..!â He was able to stand up on his own. The little boy could barely wait before running towards Mitsuhide with unbalanced small but fast steps. âDa-.. da!â The boy threw himself onto Mitsuhideâs legs in an attempt to hug him but gravity pulled Mitsuhide towards the ground. Silence surrounded them for a few seconds. Mitsuhideâs little boy couldnât hold back his giggles or excitement as he saw the papers flying around. Mitsuhide on the other hand was silent, he tried frowning at his son but couldnât. At least not after hearing that innocent sweet giggle escaping his little boyâs lips.
Yukimura was training as hard as usual in the garden while his sweet little 3-year-old daughter played with the flower petals resting in her palms. The little girl loved to play around the garden while he and his retainers were training. She was enjoying her time with the small flower petals before an idea popped into her head. She grabbed the petals tightly between her hands and ran towards Yukimura at full speed, âPapaaa!â She called out to him as she threw herself onto his back. âS-Sweetie!â Yukimura was surprised and worried as he was just holding a training sword between his hand, she couldnât listen to him as the excitement bubbled up. âPapa l-look!â she giggled as she turned to sit on his lap, âYou h-have pink flowers there now!â He placed the sword down and was about to lecture her on how dangerous it is to surprise him while heâs training but her smile made him swallow his words back while she tried to fix the petals back to their places on his hair.
Saizoâs was taking a break from his work to spend time with his one and only daughter because she requested it. His little girl was learning ninja tricks here and there, but the most recent one was hiding and walking around with almost no sound. She was playing around the room when suddenly it turned too quiet to Saizoâs liking. As her father, he couldnât help but worry and was about to stand up when small hands wrapped around his eyes, âGuess w-who!â a small giggling whisper escaped the little girlâs lips as she tried to surprise him, âMy little girl.â Saizo sighed as he tried to grab her and place her on his lap but she held his hand and jumped right into his chest as she nuzzled her nose against his cheek and pouted, âH-how do you always know itâs me?â Saizo chuckled softly as he tucked her hair behind her ear, âI just know, little girl.â
Masamune was working hard and going through his paperwork when his daughter woke up from her nap and crawled sleepily to his side. His little girl was sitting quietly but it wasnât long before she pressed her head to his lap and stared up at him. Masamune chuckled softly and stroked her hair, âStill sleepy?â he asked as he was setting his work to the side. His daughter rubbed her eyes with a small pout as she tried to sit up on her own, âM-mm..!â grabbing Masamuneâs sleeve she tried her best to stay still before throwing herself into his lap. The little girl was giggling and kicking her legs excitedly as she was now in her fatherâs arms, âYou like it here, donât you?â Masamuneâs eyes were gentle and soft as he caught her and sat her up in his lap while fixing her now-messed-up hair.
Kojuro was able to finish work earlier than usual today and decided to go home and spend the rest of the day with his 3-years-old son and 2-years-old daughter. As soon as he reached home, Kojuro walked towards the direction of his little kids room and a smile lightened up his features with each step. He was so excited to surprise them with the new gifts he bought that he didnât notice the sound of rapid footsteps growing behind him. When Kojuro noticed and turned around, it was too late. Two pairs of small arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him towards the ground, âWelcome home p-papa Kojuro!â The little kids were smiling as they hugged and welcomed their father home. Kojuro ruffled their hair and smiled as he held them tightly against him, âIâm home, little ones.â
For the Giveaway prompt, may I request for "Can't Let Go Yet Kiss" with Mitsuhide? â¤ď¸ I love your work btw~ I read almost everything đ
Here you go! It makes me really happy that you enjoy my writing, so I hope you like this one as well!Â
Iâm going to tag @out-of-my-system and @chanting-to-u, because I know you love Mitsuhide too <3
Canât Let Go Yet Kiss
The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each otherâs lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you donât finally pull away.Â
Out on the veranda, Lord Mitsuhide was far too busy playing with a stray cat to notice her presence. Not like she minded; it was a great opportunity to see the always-serious Mitsuhide baby talking kitties and losing himself in a mess of giggles whenever the cats answered his call.
It was endearing.
Not being able to hold it back, she let out a quiet laugh, but it was enough to make him notice her. He turned to her, the blush high on his cheeks as the kitten that had been once playing with his fingers strode to her, perhaps curious or just eager to play with someone else.
âYou⌠you were here?â
His voice was full of embarrassment, and she offered just a smile in response. She loved that more than anything; those little changes in his smile and the fact that he only showed those parts of himself to her. Like that one time with his bed hair. Lord Mitsuhide let her enjoy those things about him that were not perfect, and that only made her love him more.
âI was looking for you.â She explained, crouching down to pet the kitten. It meowed in response, nuzzling her hand. âI just brought Lord Nobunaga his dessert and he asked me to tell you that he wants to see you.â
All trace of embarrassment erased from his face, Lord Mitsuhide nodded. âI am sure it has to do with the next campaign, so I should get going.â
She nodded, and stood up once again to see him off. He was walking to her, slowly, with that gentle smile of his that made her heart flutter. Lord Mitsuhide looked around twice, making sure they were alone, before placing a soft kiss on her lips. It was supposed to be a goodbye kiss, but as soon as he touched her lips he knew it was not enough.
His hands on her waist, he pulled her to him. From quick, sweet kisses to slow, passionate ones. She could feel his ragged breath, and the way his grip on her got tighter; he didnât want to let her go, not now.Â
But he had to.Â
A wry smile on her lips, even as he kissed her, she placed her hands on his chest and pulled away.
âYou have to go.â
He smiled, though the blush was once again on his cheeks. âYouâre right.â
This time, instead, it was her who placed a quick peck on his lips. She was not going to let him waste more time. There would always be more time for kisses at home, with no war councils waiting for him.
Burn
Empty.
Thatâs how he felt.
No grief, no sadness, just an overconsuming emptiness that felt like it would swallow him whole.
Not seeing her pass him in the corridors, not finding her in his room after a long day, not being able to eat her manju.
It must have been inevitable. After all, he didnât deserve to be loved, not even by her. And with her disappeared all the colour from his world.
He knew Hideyoshi must have been worried, but didnât say anything. He couldnât complain that he wasnât doing his work because he was. Thatâs all he did, write and go through countless of documents, day after day until he was so exhausted at night he passed out without having to think.
But at nights, he was riddled with nightmares, dreams where she screamed for help and he ran towards her, only to see her blood being spilt to the ground in front of him, her clothes turning red with blood, her begging eyes turning empty, just like his heart.
*****
He stared at Hideyoshi. That man must be insane, trying to get into an alliance with that clan. Even Hanbei had covered his face with his hand, silently muttering to himself how he hated all of them.
To him, it didnât matter. He would do what Hideyoshi ordered him to do.
In the end, it was decided that he would travel to negotiate with Hideyoshi, Hanbei and some other retainers. They travelled mostly in silence. Hideyoshi tried to strike a conversation, but he was in no mood to talk and Hanbei was still too pissed off to have a decent conversation.
When they finally made it to their destination, they were warmly welcomed by the lord of the castle. He had an uneasy smile that didnât seem to reach his eyes and the pleasantries that rolled from his tongue sounded fake. He wasnât all that eager to be in allegiance with the Oda clan, insisting heâd be better off alliancing himself with the Takeda.
The negotiations and the feasts following them dragged on for days, neither party willing to back down.
âI have one thing that I believe will let you see my side of things. Bring it here.â The lord flicked his wrist, his retainers hurrying to obey his orders.
Nothing could have prepared him for what they brought.
It was her.
It really was her.
Despite her hair covering most of her face when she was tossed to the floor bound and gagged, it was still her.
He wanted to jump on his feet and run to her, to make sure his eyes werenât deceiving him, to make sure she was unharmed, but a firm hand on both of his shoulders kept him down, forcing him to swallow all the fear and anger he suddenly felt. He squeezed his hands into fists, his mouth pressing into a thin line as he was forced to watch her struggle to rise to her knees and scan the room with panicky eyes.
Those eyes.
Her eyes that finally locked with his.
They looked just the same as the ones in his nightmares. Full of fear and begging for him to help.
He felt Hideyoshiâs hand tremble on his shoulder and when he glanced at him, he saw the smile frozen on his face, his eyes filled with quiet rage.
His eyes flicked back at her the moment he saw her move. She tried to rise to her feet, her eyes locked on his, clearly in an attempt to run to him.
An attempt that was cut short, when she was forcefully yanked back, a muffled yelp leaving her mouth.
âWhat a nice coincidence! My men just happened to run onto Lady Ishida and her handmaidens a while back.â The lordâs words forced his attention back from her and he looked at the lord, trying his best to maintain a neutral expression. âWe have been keeping a very good care of her, havenât we, sweetheart?â the lord asked her, taking a tight grip on her jaw. She hurriedly nodded, her nod too enthusiastic to fit how she was currently being treated.
The grip on his shoulders turned almost painful, this time he could feel even Hanbeiâs hand shaking with rage. The lord eased the gag from her mouth a smile that didnât reach his eyes on his face,
âWhy wonât you tell yourself how much you have enjoyed your stay?â
âI-Iâm very grateful to you, Milord.â She had always been a terrible, terrible liar. Even if there hadnât been an audible quiver in her voice, the only emotion her voice carried was fear. To add insult to the injury, she even bowed to the lord, her forehead touching the floor.
âYou can leave now, sweetheart. I have lots of things I need to discuss with Lord Hideyoshi.â
She lifted her head from the floor, her eyes flicking to him, silently begging him to do something. Anything.
But before he had a chance to tear through the death grip the men on either side of him were having on him, Hideyoshi spoke, his tone eerily cheerful.
âIâm sure a samurai such as yourself wouldnât deny husband a moment with his wife after such a heartfelt reunion, would you, milord?â
The lord had no option but to accept and she was led into the hallway just outside of the main hall, her handmaidens he just now noticed following close behind. The grip on his shoulders eased and he followed her to the hallway, his steps fast but rigid. He was grinding his teeth together so hard he could hear the awful sound it made.
In the hallway, her guards let go of her arms and she took the few final steps separating them, pressing her forehead to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, but she was unable to mimic his movements, her hands still bound behind her back. She trembled and he heard a sniffle before she spoke.Â
There were a number of things he expected her to say. But there was no way he could have prepared for the words that rolled from her lips in a quiet whisper.
âYou kill them, Mitsun. You kill every single one of them and burn this castle to the ground.â
He was shaken to the core by her words. Every single syllable dripped with venom, her hatred so clear in the tone she had. And when she looked at him with those begging eyes, he saw the clear hatred burning behind them so brightly he couldnât but nod at her just before she was yanked away from him and he was left standing alone in the hallway.
He had no idea how long he stood there, staring at the direction she had been taken to. He was woken from his daze when the door to the main hall opened and Hideyoshi walked out followed by Hanbei. Hideyoshi nudged his head and he followed him to Hideyoshiâs room.Â
He sunk to the floor, burying his face in his hands, ignoring Hideyoshiâs quiet apologies. It didnât matter that Hideyoshi had had no idea she had been taken a prisoner. That Hideyoshi hated the way she was treated. That Hideyoshi couldnât come up with a plan that would immediately take her to safety. That Hideyoshi was literally pulling his hair out in an effort to come up with anything.
âI have a plan.â he finally said, lifting his head up.Â
*****
They were standing in front of the castle gates, looking up at the battlements.
It had taken far too long for them to get there, to get the plan approved by Lord Nobunaga, to get the necessary troops ready. And every single day away from her felt like someone was carving his heart out from his chest a piece by piece.
His world wasnât colourless or empty anymore. It was filled with burning rage against the lord who dared to keep his lady prisoner and humiliate her just for his own entertainment.
And there they were, up in the battlements, staring down at the overwhelming force brought there to tear down the castle. The lordâs face was twisted in rage, but she smiled. She smiled a soft loving smile for him and a gleeful mocking smile for the lord. Even when the lord grasped her hair in anger, bringing a dagger to her throat, she didnât stop smiling.
âIf you do anything, Iâll kill her!â
âThen do it!â she shouted, âWhether you kill me or not, the troops my darling husband brought will end you!â She opened her mouth again to say something more, but before she had the chance, the lord hurled her over the railing.
And all he could see was the soft cold blue of her kimono. The same cold that gripped his heart when he ran towards her.Â
*****
Having her curled against him was all he could ever ask for. She was with him, in his arms where she belonged and he didnât even dare to think the possibility he might have lost her again.
She had fallen. Fallen so fast, hurling towards the ground. But he had caught her, just in time, the impact sending both of them rolling to the ground, knocking the air out of their lungs and his helmet right off his head.
It had taken a moment for them to catch their breath. But she had been there and she had been alive. And she had gripped his clothes so tight, her whole body trembling against his and she had cried. She had cried and cried and he had been convinced that she would never stop.
âI canât believe you came for me. You really came for me.â
âOr course I did, I could never leave you.â
A/N: The request is here in the end bc I didnât want to spoil the whole plot right at the beginning. I hope this is what you were hoping for anon!
Our emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. Thatâs just the way it goes.
Sad Girls, by Lang Leav.
âNuestras emociones nos halan en diferentes direcciones. Entre mĂĄs fuerte sea la emociĂłn, mĂĄs fuerte es el halĂłn. Los sentimientos no siempre son prĂĄcticos, y mucho menos tienen sentido lĂłgico. Esa es sĂłlo la forma en la que funcionan.â
(via like-it-was-yesterday)