#sinpapi

[that-otome-potato]

Jinpachi when?

Shima is coming, which is cool because he's an unknown, but where is my Sinpapi Piratepachi?

[pseudofaux]

So uh on a scale from 1 to 10 how much hope do we have of getting Nobuyuki/MC/Jinpachi fics in the future.

PFFFFFFT Dani, is that you? 😂♥️

I love Nobuyuki and I adore Jinpachi. By the end of Nobuyuki’s route I expect I’ll love Jinpachi. As of right now, there’s only one scenario I could see working for that trio, and it seems too simple for my brain to be motivated. Not saying the triad couldn’t flourish or the threesome wouldn’t be extremely satisfying, but for me Nobuyuki’s not likely to share, so much as... well. Maybe there’s an idea, after all.

Haven’t finished the route yet! So I’d say right now, from me anyway, it’s... a 4?

The route IS making me want to write HELLA Masayuki, but @saizoswifey ’s (magnificent, lovely, superlative, Lady Gaga.gif) Ripple fulfills pretty much everything I want on that front, so I’m not so sure anything will come of that. He’s so great in Nobuyuki’s story, though.

Jinpachi content? Solid 8. <(￣︶￣)>

[pseudofaux]

Bonjour mon amour! Thank you so much for opening your requests. You are a treasure I can no long do without 💎💟 Could I please ask for some spice for my ninja love Jinpachi if it's not too much trouble? 🖤🖤🖤

YOU (yeau) can ask me for ANYTHING, ILYSM! This is very tender spice and I hope you’ll enjoy it. I really do adore you!

Jinpachi had no intention to share the secrets of how she appealed to him, ever, to anyone. His attraction to her was deeply private (because he was deeply private), but there was nothing shameful in it. It would simply be… difficult… to explain the first moment of his attraction to her, were he ever inclined to declare it.

It was not her smile or her cooking or even her kindness, though those were pleasant parts of her and perhaps he would not like her so much without them. But he had known her smile was warm and she had deft kitchen hands and that her heart was soft for weeks before he saw her drinking from a bamboo flask. He did not find anything arousing in it, but what she did was somehow charming, and thereafter he was charmed.

He never expected they might become lovers until she began to approach him, smiling over treats she’d made to bring to him. And even then it was a slow, quiet thing, a long companionable thaw. Nobuyuki saw and said nothing. Saizo saw and said nothing. Yukimura did not see and said quite a lot (this was nothing to hold against the younger Sanada, who gave her all the appreciation she seemed to need to thrive in Ueda). She herself said little, and of course Jinpachi said even less. But he did not mind their shared silence, and when things moved naturally into sharing intimacies, he was, of course, pleased. He adored her completely by then.

Her responses when he touched her were soft sounds, and he could appreciate them best in quiet. So he would keep his breathing silent to catch her sighs, and he removed her clothes carefully and gently because her pleasure was so evident in her sighs when he did.

It was as though she had the instinct to be quiet herself, and when she did need to squeak or groan she would muffle herself on his body (over time he began to enjoy the occasional sight of her tiny teethmarks on the front of his shoulder), or pull him by his hair so he was close to her mouth and the sound could reach him without being too loud. Her body would shake around him and in his arms as she made her quiet sounds, and he would stroke her hair and— when moved— breathe his own pleasure where she could hear it. She had told him once, very solemnly, that she liked it, and he immediately understood her. After that confession he indulged her whenever possible.

When they had unhurried time, he liked to undress her, stretch out, and gently pull her to his face. He liked having her body in his hands as he lifted her over his mouth, and there was so much of her to observe when he tended to her with his tongue. She moved her hips sweet and slow for them, shy but unashamed, sometimes gingerly laying her fingertips to his brow or sliding them into his hair.

He had no particular desire to be fast or rough with her, but once she had tugged his hair and tightened her thighs against his cheeks, and he stopped going slowly then. When she breathed that little moan through her nose, he threw and caught her and had her pinned under his hips immediately. That time he was fast. She did not seem to mind, softly keening his name in weary pleasure and tugging the hair at the back of his scalp until he pushed off of her to come all over her belly.

They slept beside one another when they could, and Jinpachi loved the weight of her cheek on his arm becoming heavier as she slipped into sleep, curled up close to him. He could isolate the muscles under her and touch her face and hair as he wished, and kiss her eyelids if her dreaming seemed to trouble her. The quiet cadence of her breathing made it easy to remember that first real sight of her, drinking from the hollowed out piece of bamboo and looking so sweetly satisfied when she’d had her fill. Perhaps the pull of seeing her like that was the desire to see her like that again, and he rested easier knowing that he had, by now, many times.