Pseu, do you write for Yoshitsugu Otani from SLBP? And if you do, can you give us some headcanons of the man?
I do for you! I'm going to do two three sweet, one three spicy. Can’t help myself, apparently. I hope you see this and enjoy!
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The sugar…
The gentlest of gentleman-- still a man, but endlessly gentle. He doesn't break and go feral, his nature is calm. His flirting is words so soft only you can hear, and his touches are steady. Yoshitsugu is not exactly handsy, but it would be unfair to call him hands off. He is appropriate, touching and teasing enough to support (and thrill) you, but never intending for you to be so flustered you can't enjoy what he is doing. The point is not to fluster you badly, only to make you feel like you are being cared for and courted. It’s important to understand that just because he’s soft with you, he’s not toothless: you wouldn’t have met him if he wasn’t one of Hideyoshi’s most brilliant men, Otani has bite. But the sharp edge of his mind is not something he means to use on you. You are special. It is important to him that you feel special and sure of your place in his esteem. He will never forget anniversaries or your favorite anything.
Just because the sharpness of his mind isn't something he means to direct at you doesn't mean he wants you to make yourself small or dull. He'll be thrilled by verbal wordplay, even the kind that doesn't start out or isn't meant to be flirtatious. Show him your mind! You don't have to be brilliant, you just have to be honest and realistic about what you know of the world. He knows your knowledge doesn't totally overlap and he likes that. Watching you pursue your interests and learn more about the things that make you glow makes him glow. Tell him something he doesn't know and then make a joke about it. You'll be treated to a slow grin and a flash of unspoken fire in his eyes. It's not covetous, but it shows its hunger and it is meant to. He can wait to feast, but he won't keep the fact that he finds you tasty to himself.
You know those quietly confident people, who in modern day can parallel park flawlessly and always pop jar lids on the first try, and aren't obnoxious about it but also don't ever doubt themselves so they keep right on doing things exactly right? That's Otani. If you are anxious, he is perfect for you: his steadiness is unshakeable, he can talk you through your catastrophizing without ever being patronizing, and he will never, ever leave you alone to make things worse in your head if you allow him to be there with you. He knows the way. He just does. You can trust in that, and in him, and in his deep affection for you.
The spice (and the rest of the nice)...
If you need to be led into the physical aspect of your relationship, he won’t push (he would find that distasteful) but he will nudge you as you take your steps. Small nudges to give you a sense of possible progressions. He’ll slip his tongue in your mouth and his hand behind the back of your neck, both touches gentle but utterly present. If you are holding hands while walking through a garden, he’ll look straight ahead as he slides his middle finger along the inside of your palm and softly says that he is looking forward to seeing this path at night with you. He’s not boring--ever-- but he is never crass. Just the most warmly, gently kind of suggestive, and you are always free to take or leave what he is suggesting.
Likes to switch positions at least a couple times during each round of sex, not because the switch itself is rote or necessary but because he is trying his best not to bore you (sweetest heart!). Craves, again, your honesty here-- he wants you to feel very safe telling him what you like (however you are comfortable telling him) and what you don't. He wants you to be comfortable hearing those things from him, too, but he's as careful with his words as he is with your body. Yoshitsugu doesn't treat you like glass, but you are precious to him and he doesn't want to bend you so hard you hurt. He does want to bend you as far as you like, so please help him satisfy his quiet pride and show him what to do. You don't have to be confident or elegant about it. Just honest. That really is the key for him.
His self-assurance means he will be serious about trying anything you both agree to. Lucky you, you will discover he is an absolute master at both rimming and fingering you. His forearms are strong, and he can keep touching you or gently holding you down (OR BOTH) He reads you just right, with the kind of attention that is mindful of the pressure it might put on you, and since his goal is not to overstimulate you but to stimulate you just right, and thoroughly... 🥴
Hi. I liked your sweet hcs for Yoshitsugu, may I request some nsfw ones? Thank you!
Yeshitsugu! 💜 I hope you see these and enjoy, they were a lot of fun to write. Thank you for asking for them!
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He is a soft-spoken tease and will never be harsh to you or your body, but make no mistake: there’s an iron will under all those smiles. This man does. not. bend.
He’s constantly gentle. It’s in his kisses, touches, and voice. And he pays attention to you with the same focus he applies to Toyotomi war maps. But he is absolutely un-influenceable. You can trust that he adores you. He does adore you. But for your own peace of mind, come to terms early with the fact that your gratification is meant to be a (life)long game to him. You can beg, but your begging is useless. Nothing is going to happen faster than he decides well in advance. Yoshitsugu will relish the bloom of falling in love with you and learning more about you. Part of that is him is never, ever rushing, and he is often going to take his time, and yours, without hurry to reach any sort of end. Many times without an aim to reach any end.
It’s not that seduction is a slow escalation of ways to touch you. He might mess with you for days in the beginning and then go right to penetrative sex. He’ll take anything you’re willing to give him. When he wants it. Can you figure out when he wants it? No. ^^
He has patience for days— for months, for years. So I hope you already understand that Yoshitsugu is going to be edging you, sharp and sweet and with little apparent mercy, and walking away from your rumpled, breathless state without a single strand of his hair out of place. He’ll find you as you leave your room or the kitchen, stroll with you to a storage area, and pin you gently to the wall. His palm will slide slowly but without pause to cup your chest, or your mound. He might not keep you there long (or he might!) but he’ll make every moment count. And then he will definitely leave you there or calmly send you away without letting you come.
The more frazzled you are, the happier he is. He would never, ever hurt you, but there’s something a little bit sadistic in how much he enjoys leaving you unfulfilled, and then leaving you unfulfilled again, and again, until you are a jittery wreck of a human body. The more messed up you seem as you do your job, the fuller his smile. He could do this to you for weeks. He probably won’t… but he could. ^^
He likes to get his fingers in you and press on your g spot. Not a massage or a tapping. A strong, solid, unrelenting press. If he’s got you at the right angle he loves to do this while he thumbs your clit, apparently (but never actually) idly. He’s in a great mood if he gently kisses your neck while he does this. He might move to your mouth and pull soft sounds out of you on your every breath. And then leave you there.
Magnificent kisser. Careful to never be too wet about it, and he kisses you like he touches you: soft and attentive, and he keeps it slow from his patience, not from any kind of caution. Undeniable.
It will take you a long time to discover how into feet he is, but know this: he’s been into them since the beginning. If you let him give you a foot rub (or better yet, if you give him a foot job), you may see some cracks in his composure in the form of a certain dark expression or a drop of sweat escaping his hairline to roll down his face.
Fisting, too— Yoshitsugu likes to do it exquisitely slowly, just keeping you stretched tight over the widest part of his hand as he moves it a little bit back, a little bit forth, without letting you close over his fingers or wrist. He smiles calmly the whole time. And he doesn’t take his eyes off you. Listen very closely (if you can) and you might catch the way he takes a deep breath as he feels the way your body can’t give any more.
He also loves cumming all over you, when he finally decides to. Up and down your legs. All over your tummy or back. Your face. He’ll clean you up after just so he can be the last person to see it.
You’ll never be pounced on. You can’t rattle this man’s nerves like that. Instead you’ll be pressed, undeniably, with so much clear affection it will make your heart feel squeezed. When he’s got his fingers buried in you, he’s pressing your clit. When he’s laying behind you, either fucking you or resting, he’s got a hand curved exactly over the swell of your chest. When he’s balls deep in your body, his chest is pressed against your front or back. He stays close. He likes close. 💜
Hi, nice to meet you! I saw your post, so may I request you to write a headcanon about taking care his MC when she is ill/not well with SLBP Date Masamune? Thanks ☆
Hello! 💚 This is a super tender scenario, I like thinking about it. Thank you for asking, I hope you will enjoy!
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Masamune’s concern wars with his duty to all his work obligations… and pretty much wins. There’s just a lot of internal conflict because he wants to be with her and be the one to take care of her, but he realizes he may not be the most skilled person to take care of her, and it’s important to him that she have the best. Thankfully, love counts for a lot. 💚
Of course he’s going to do as much work as possible sitting beside her as she rests— because of course he put her on bedrest immediately, NO BACKTALK— as long as that won’t disturb her recovery. He wants to make her soups but worries his may not be restorative or good enough for her? He nearly frets himself into illness!
His need for hand contact skyrockets. He’ll read and work one handed so he can link their fingers while she sleeps and do that gentle palm stroke he loves so much. Even gentler, now. He lets only the most trusted Date into his work area (her new daytime rest area) so that her sleep is protected. If Kojuro’s not there to keep him from it, what Masamune wants to do is lay down with her, hold her, and snuggle. He absolutely tries to take her fever and absolutely feels terrible for even thinking of that in case it negatively impacts the Date. Again, nearly frets himself into illness. Masamune, you’re enough just nearby!
He very, very shyly offers to read to her in case she’s bored. He wants her to sit next to him and lean onto his side. When they have been together a long time, he may offer to tell her a story of his own making, but for now he offers poems and stories from books. Masamune is a perfect reader for a tired person: his voice is soft, low, and gentle, which makes everything feel good and interesting, but is also so soothing it’s easy to drift back to sleep…
Totally has Genya teach them Hanafuda so they can play without leaving the castle
Hello again! May I have SLBP Ieyasu, three headcanons with a partner that's just as sassy as he is? Thank you <3
WORLD WAR HAMAMATSU XD
Kerrie clarified (Kerrified? 💕) that she meant someone who did treat Ieyasu well, but didn’t put up with his nonsense. I love Ieyasu’s MC, but how refreshing would THAT be?
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The first time he’s peevish at her for no good reason, she says “I’m going back to the kitchen to be with pleasant people,” and he nearly pops a blood vessel. “WHAT did you say?” “I said ‘I’m going back to the kitchen, to be with pleasant people.’” And then she gets up and goes, and when she slides the door shut behind her he stares at it. She didn’t fight him. She didn’t, Ieyasu noticed, even say he was wrong. She just left. And he’s so mad about it but storming after her into the kitchen feels like exactly the wrong thing to do, somehow. A trap. So he stays, and seethes. And thinks. And resolves to one-up her as soon as possible. He thinks about her all night and dreams about her, too.
She doesn’t exactly give as good as she gets, because if anyone talked to Ieyasu the way he talks to them, it wouldn’t end well. But she keeps not taking his bait and just leaving or changing the subject when he gets pissy, and eventually—it doesn’t take long— he realizes he can have peace if he’s just less antagonistic toward her, because she’s not giving him any kindling for his rage. After that, he’ll ask very pointed questions about what she is doing. They are not elegant questions, he’s thrown by the way he likes her. 🍓♥️ But she remains gracious and teases at the exact level he can handle: enough to make him feel like he is being let in on a game, not enough to make him feel like he is being shut out of a game. “I’m sewing, what does it look like? Do you want me to teach you?” She is honest with him, and there are very precious little tendrils of trust (or wanting to trust) snaking out of him in her direction.
As they grow more comfortable and those tendrils get to take root and really grow, he’s more likely to put a hand at the back of her head to pull her in for a forehead kiss and mumble “Why do I even bother with you?” but she gets him back with a light “The question I ask myself every day,” until he huffs and she hides her grin in his chest. Her level of well-adjusted rubs off on him, to everyone’s benefit (Tadatsugu is so proud).
When she feels safe in her place with him she definitely throws linens or something at his face if he’s being ridiculous in private. Picture: Ieyasu, with a white cloth draped over his seated form, like a short ghost. “I’ll kill you,” he whispers. “You’ll have to catch me first!” she laughs, and speeds out of the room before he can even get the cloth off.
Hi Sue, thanks for the request opening. May I ask you for some sweet, spicy and super hot headcanon about Toshiie, please? After last Hideyoshi's ES I need all Inuchiyo I can get 😉. Thank you very much.
Hi honey, ABSOLUTELY!!! I always love seeing your username because I’m so happy to know there are other Toshiie appreciators out there. 💕💜 And YES, whew, Hideyoshi’s Lovers of Nagahama story was so good but it made me crave happiness for Toshiie even more than usual! So here we go, and I hope these will make you happy, too. 🙇🏻♀️💕
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Sugar
He’s the best at sweet kisses. Of course he can do more than sweet kisses (see under the cut!), but for such a big and sometimes hotheaded man, all his love for you comes through every time you’re close enough to touch. If it’s just meant to be a kiss, his mouth on yours is almost shy, he’s so reverent-- but not so reverent that he’s just giving you a peck. He puts his forehead to yours, breathes you in deep, rubs his nose down yours, and presses his lips to you like he’s trying to show you his feelings through this important touch. He doesn’t rush it. He doesn’t squeeze you too tight. He holds you in that perfect close, warm, together space and says something like “Okay, I gotta go,” but he doesn’t leave until he’s given you one more smooch.
Every time he comes home from a campaign he picks a flower from the last break before they get to the castle, and tucks it into the crossbody strap he wears over his armor. That’s for you, and if you squish it hugging him as soon as he gets off the horse, he’s not gonna be mad. But he wouldn’t mind getting to present it to you somewhere out of everyone’s sight, either, just a moment for the two of you, back together again.
Spice
This man likes to suck at your every crevice, especially places that make you jittery so he can tease you and then soothe you and then do it all over again until you’re laughing and needy for real touches. So during happy sex, expect him to be sucking at the space between your leg and your vulva while he tickles the same spot on the other side. He’s not trying to fuck with you to be mean, he’s doing it because he’s so damn goofy-happy! You will have to threaten no ohagi again, ever, if he does not stop blowing raspberries on you.
He likes your fingers on and in his mouth. Let him gently nibble at your fingertips (or lick them clean!) while you finish a dessert with your other hand. So long as you’re in private, he really wants to. And when you’re fucked out and blissful beneath him, if you reach for his face he’ll move to kiss your fingers. He just thinks they’re so tiny and feminine. Everything is tiny and feminine to a guy that big and bulky, and his favorite thing of all is YOU.
He can be so nice
This man does not??? understand??? the meaning??? of “man comes first”??? He is specifically out to make your toes curl until you threaten him. It’s less a pride thing (though it is a little bit a pride thing) about being able to make you come so much as it’s what it was impressed on him that he should do, and thinking of sex any other way breaks his brain a little. If you want to treat him, you’re going to need to frame it as your desire. He can roll with that. O-oh gods, what are you doing--
He’s got a thick, sleek nest of purple hair that starts very low on his waist and does not adequately cover the goods even a little bit. But it is pretty, and he’s a little bit vain about it. Very careful to keep himself as clean as possible just in case you’re around. LOVES the sight of it grinding against you during deep sex, it’s like he’s marrying you into the Maeda clan all over again.
Make his day (and his week) by putting your hands RIGHT on that glorious pair of tiddies. You don’t have to squeeze him or flick his nipples or anything like that (BUT GO AHEAD, MAKE HIS MONTH), just be impressed by him and he’ll definitely be wiggle-wagging for you before long. He loves impressing you and he’s take anything about himself that snags your attention.
This is my first time sending an ask so feel free ignore it if I did this wrong.
Would you please write how slbp Saizo, ieyasu, and shingen would interact with a sick lover? Looking for some fluff :)
Thank you!!
(I think this follows the 1 headcanon 3 characters rule)
What a spread, I love your taste, nonny! ♥️♥️ You did it exactly right, thank you so much. I hope you will enjoy this fluff! 🥰
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Saizo will tease (he is breathing), and even be a bit of a bully about her taking medicine or rest. 100% threatens to tie her down not in the fun way if she doesn’t get in bed on her own. But once she sleeps he’s definitely putting a hand to her head with a very light touch as not to disturb her rest. He mixes the nastiest but most effective medicines and tells her he’s sweetened them before he hands them over. He has not sweetened them and when she gags he suggests she hurry up and get better then, hmm? BUT. He’s weak to her pleading for small things, and if she’s brave enough to ask him to hold her hand while she tries to fall asleep, he does it with a silent smile. The joke about her neediness is right there on the tip of his tongue, but he usually keeps it in his mouth.
Ieyasu tuts at her for letting herself get sick, but he moves her bedding to his office (more like has extra nice bedding moved there) so he can “keep an eye on her” while he works. He rolls his eyes while he declares this as though that’s not exactly what he does, watch her the entire time. He also mixes the nastiest, most effective medicines, but does not tell her he has sweetened them. He has. Sometimes. He’s not going to give her an incentive to get sick! Hmph! He puts just a little honey in all her cups of water, too. He does put Toramatsu on duty bringing cold compresses in and out of his office, but everyone knows it would be Very Stupid to offer to take care of her. When they’re alone Ieyasu puts a hand to her forehead and to his and mutters Why aren’t you better yet?, very soft and mournful. At night he snuggles her like air between them is the enemy.
Shingen is more hands off but much more open with his concern. He’s the one who notices she’s not feeling well, or looks like she’s getting there, and gently but firmly tells her she’s to rest. He has Kansuke work up medicines for however she’s feeling. He doesn’t stay with her, but he comes to visit every break he gets and brings her treats and funny stories, and has her cuddle against him while he tells them. Shingen gives her every kind of good touch she gives him when he’s not feeling well: he holds her hand and rubs above her thumb, her massages her calf muscles one at a time, he combs her hair for her and styles it simply and neatly, and makes sure she feels clean. If she tells him not to fuss he holds her face and lightly scolds her that it’s his job as a man to fuss over his woman. Then he pulls her close and tells her if she wants him not to fuss, she needs to work on resting up and getting better, and only that. When she agrees, he kisses her hair and praises his woman for all her good sense and tells her he needs her strong and healthy so he can go back to showing her off and knowing he’s the one that makes her cheeks hot. He knows better than most that encouraging words can go far. ♥️
Three headcanons of Kyoichiro samurai love ballad party being needy and affection starved with MC plsssss
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Hello! Bless his beautiful red head, when is he NOT? 🤣♥️ Here we go! Two with the shop doors open, one after hours...
So. This beautiful peacock goose. He is the starving one, but does he make it easy on either of you? No. His brain takes “I want to be touched” and feeds it back to itself as “I want to, INDIRECTLY, make her figure out she needs to touch me,” and, well... hijinks ensue. 😏
You can’t be bad with customers. He knows this. You’re no good to him if you can’t handle the basics of conversation and sales while you’re on the shop floor. But do you have to be so good at it? He knows you’re not flirting, so why are you so friendly with these people?! Can’t you help people and be done as efficiently as possible? He gets surly listening to you from the back room. When you bring him tea he’s frowning and there’s not a ledger in sight, so you keep your presence very easy in the space and try to let him be, but he’s not having that, oh no. “Is there anyone in the shop?” he asks, all stiff and prickly. When you tell him there is not, he huffs and tells you to sit down. No, closer. Closer. When you’ve scooted all the way next to him he’ll put his arm around you and tell you to be quiet so you can hear if anyone comes in. If you giggle he’ll roll his eyes but either way, he’ll rest his chin on the top of your head and probably press a grumpy kiss there, too.
If he gets home from a mission and you’re not there— for any reason— he is BIG POUT. He’s worried and mad in that order, but they always seem to reveal in reverse... funny how that works! He’s not mad at you for not being there but he sure is mad that you’re not there. If you come home from errands after he arrives, you cannot be surprised by his moping and sniping and following you around because he does this every time. But you also can’t give in right away and leave things all over because you know you may not get the chance to put them up until tomorrow. “Are you quite finished?” he’ll drawl like he’s not in danger of popping out of his skin if you don’t hurry up and properly notice him already. When you are finished putting things up, you can save the day by slipping your hand into his and giving him a squeeze. He can deny his desire for this until his next trip, but you know the truth: once he gets your hand, he doesn’t let go. Little welcome home pecks until he tells you to knock it off (it will take longer than you think) will never go amiss. If he can he’ll take you away from the shop for a few hours, somewhere he can get your eyes and mind on him, him, him. He’ll want your hand in his— or better/best yet, his hand in yours, take it, please! This whole thing has been such a headache, you’d better promise to massage his scalp later or who knows what kind of trouble you could be in for.
Annnnnd...
Want him! Want him and tell him so with your words and your touch and he’ll just bloom into his fullest self, happy and proud and (very) generous. Small speeches that reflect everywhere you are across the entire intimacy spectrum are so significant to him: Kyoichiro, I’m happy to see you; Kyoichiro, you feel so good; I like being with you at the end of the day; I’ve never felt like this; hush or I’ll kiss you! And of course a good moan so true it reminds him you’re a woman (his!!!), not a courtesan. He wants you to sit on your knees with your legs open so he can lay on his stomach and feast on you, surrounded by your thighs, while your hands knead at the back of his shoulders. Get jittery, he loves that. Just do it close and don’t stop touching him. And don’t stop enjoying the show he’s laid out for you: that fine, lean back and ass and legs, he wants you to be getting off on how he looks. He wants you to catch how he’s grinding himself down. You’ll be his bedding soon. He hopes you’ll put your legs around him, he likes for you to hold him tight and cling. Afterwards, a smoke and a bath, he’ll want to take care of you— but he’ll also really want you to take care of him, gentle scrubbing and (ahem) rubbing, and then a close-together soak under the stars. He’s fine so long as you’re close, but you’ll make his night (again) by snuggling up to his chest with your arms around him and whispering something sweet and honest. It’s okay if it’s a little stupid, too. It matters that you’re whispering it just to him.
I hope I'm not too late 🥺 I'm on mobile and cant see times!!!! If I am too late please ignore BUT IF NOT...............I would die for some soft, wonderful reassurance sex HCs for ikesen Mitsuhide, slbp Ieyasu(of course!!!), and ikevamp Jean? Sometimes it's hard to accept you're loved. I hope you and yours are well, and happy birthday 💕🍰
You were not too late, you were well within time! 💕💕💕 And I’m so glad because this ask is beautiful. 😩😭💕 It can be really hard to accept that fact (even when it’s a fact!), so here’s how I think IkeSen Mitsuhide, SLBP Ieyasu, and IkeVamp Jean would do their best to make the thought stick in your head and your heart. Mitsuhide is a flow-y short drabble (I really loved the idea and didn’t want to cut ANY of it), Ieyasu is bullet points, Jean is a few short descriptive paragraphs. They are all soft but going under a cut where they belong. I hope you will enjoy them!
In your room one evening, you are dressed for sleep and Mitsuhide is not, since he just arrived. He’s frowning at you. But the touch of his hands (one on your cheek, one on your waist) is very soft. What tiny matters upset a mouse so badly, hmm? When you shake your head and move away, he lets you move but he moves with you, staying right in your space, not letting the two of you become disconnected in the room. If you want to be chased, you must remember I am very fast and do not play fair, he tells you gently. Tell me what is wrong. Not a request. He lets the silence between you stretch until it forces ugly fears out of your mouth in a spill, terrible and messy. Your tears follow the words. He tries to give you time to finish but in the end can’t stand to let you cry alone, so he takes you in his arms and tucks your head under his chin. Firmly. Then he sighs. Until you are empty, he says evenly, I will hold you. So for now, focus only on emptying your body of tears. I do not care about these clothes very much. That really starts you sobbing, that he would give you such sideways permission to ruin his fine kimono. He does exactly as he said he would: holds you until you seem to have no more tears left to make. Then he takes your hand and puts his arm around your back to guide you to your futon. Only somewhat kindly-- he’s frowning again-- he says, Lay down and listen well, little mouse, and he holds your hand to help you kneel and settle yourself on the softness. Empty? he asks. You nod, pitifully, not sure if you should hope he will stay or if you should hope he will leave you so you can go to sleep. You’re so wrung out from al these emotions. Good. He straddles your so quickly that for a moment you are more startled than sad. His hands are at the flat knot of your sleeping robe, and it makes you want to cry all over again. You don’t want to be pitied, you want to be worth. But he is very fast, and he does not play fair. Already your robe is open, already he has moved his hands to his own, sodden-shouldered, daytime clothes. If you had made this for me I would not have let you ruin it, he says lightly, shrugging the white cloth off his shoulders. Now. Do you know what a man does for a woman he loves? You have to shake your head, he’s asked something you can’t answer with any confidence. His mouth becomes a flat line, but he comes down to you and kisses your forehead as soft and sweet as a breeze. How can he do both things with the same mouth? He moves his legs to be inside yours-- you can’t see it, but you can feel him, and feel the slip of his kimono falling onto your legs. Mitsuhide hushes your choked whisper of his name and says When the woman he loves is empty, he fills her. And he does.
Ieyasu can, not very deeply down at all, understand why you might think this. And he resents the hell out of you for not seeing through him, but he resents himself more. Now he has to fix this.
C’mere, he says, slapping the bedding next to him. Right here. Now.
You pause but shuffle over and he tries not to sigh in relief. Take... you don’t need that, he gestures at your sleeping robe. Get rid of it.
Another night you might have tried to be modest, but your heart is so lonely and tired you don’t have the fight in you. So you just untie the robe and drop it without ceremony, put your head down, and prepare for him to berate you. You have to wonder what invective he’ll unleash, because he’s never actually had anything bad to say about your body before, only your cooking and your mood and your...
He mumbles something you can’t understand, so you look up out of habit to try to read his lips.
I don’t see anything I don’t like, he says, trying to invite your understanding with his eyes instead of glaring at you (he can tell it is not working).
Oh, hell, just come here, he says, yanking you down by the wrist until you’re all knees around his lap and at least as confused as you are sad. He sucks his teeth and then goes for it, grabbing your cheeks with his books-and-medicine scented hands and pressing his mouth to yours.
Hard, several times. Then softer, winding down.
I don’t hate you, he whispers. When you are this close and no one who is a danger to you can hear it, that’s when he can say it.
So he keeps you as close as he can, and the best way he can think of to do that is to get you safely between his bedding and his body.
His brows are down so severely he looks like he’s pouting, and while you don’t think anyone saying “I don’t hate you,” even in a whisper, is the same as being told “I love you,” you do think he means it.
For someone who literally yanked your body to his, he’s tender the rest of the night-- his eyes are hot whenever they meet yours from his space between your legs, and his tongue is so much softer than sharp as he works you over.
Still, you cry out Why? as he breaks you, and your mind is so mixed up for a moment you think you are imagining the slippery, tangy kiss he gives you. But you are not.
Why not? he says against your mouth. He’s close again, he can be honest. This is what people do when they are in love. And I... hells, woman. Read the room.
There’s a franticness to his tone that stirs your pity (and perhaps your sense), and you ask in a small voice if you can touch his hair.
Why aren’t you doing it already, he grumbles. And that exchange is so normal it is like a powerful arrow, shot right through the stormcloud that has moved over your heart. It lets it a golden beam of sun, warm and known and nourishing. The comfort of undeniable love, even if unexpressed.
He mumbles something you can’t hear as he puts his own fingers in your hair and presses his forehead to yours. But you know what it is.
Jean knows what it is to feel unloved, so he’s horrified when he finds you and you tell him your fear. He also can’t understand why you have the fear-- to him the two of you are so very close and in tune with one another, you don’t always understand each other but this is a very significant truth to misunderstand. He wants to fix it but he grapples with his own heartbreak that what he thought were clear declarations of his love for you (and devotion to you!) somehow fell short. Still, he kisses your hand and declares again. “I do love you. Only you. I will find a way to make this unmistakable.”
But he is not sure how to avoid further mistake. So he asks the great lovers of history who conveniently live with you both. He receives some strange advice, some terrible. He takes the gently-given suggestion that he should go out of town with you, try in a new setting with a very comfortable bed.
“Is there any mistake?” he asks above you in that bed. Your weekend away has restored you, brought you closer. You think of his hand brushing yours, once, twice, then sliding his fingers along and between, into the places where he fits so well. As soon as you begin to shake your head, his mouth is on yours and he is sighing in obvious relief. “Just to be sure,” he says between kisses, “I am going to tell you a hundred times tonight.” When you tell him you probably will not keep count, he promises that he will. and he does, even as he touches you with so much purpose a mathematician in his place would surely have lost count and had to begin again. Jean can’t begin again because he won’t stop-- his body serves yours, covers yours, loves yours the entire night. He goes over the mark by a few, loving you. He does not mind, and by the time he is done you are asleep and your mouth is curved in the peaceful contentment he knows is love, because he recognizes it from his own face in the mirror since he fell in love with you. He will tell you that when you wake up.
