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masamune date and shogetsu by yamada shiro

iam obsessed.

After finishing Masamune’s sequel, (twice🙈) I’ve yet again fallen head over heels for this beautifully scarred wild tiger!

His painful past caused him to hide the lost child within in order to be so recklessly dangerous and throw himself head first into battles that could have taken his life many many times over.

I believe all three routes have been well written. As I’ve mentioned before the tragic route is perfect in my eyes.

Sorry if some of you disagree. Hey, *finger snap* You do you. 😬😬

I’m still disappointed over some aspects of Nobunaga’s Sequel and attire lOL. But that’s another post coming.

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Ps. Anyone missing the fact that Shogetsu hasn’t made any appearances in the sequel lol. Only been name dropped 😭😭

Did I miss him? Anyone noticed??

Date Masamune/OC (Shogetsu)

When Shogetsu discovers she is more than just a tiger she has to re-evaluate her relationship with Masamune and how she will live her life.

My Master is promiscuous.

The sounds of his pleasure echo our room. I yawn, bored. She’s just another palace maid, the third this week, the second today. I admit, his stamina impresses me.

“Oh, Masa, more….”

Her whining, however, irritates me. It’s a shame I’m not allowed to eat his conquests when he tires of them.

I stretch and watch them copulate. For all he’s paying attention to this one, she could be a hole in a warm melon.

More rhythmic grunting.

It’s not the most exciting lay he’s had. She’s just on her back taking it. I roll my eyes with an annoyed flick of my ear. She smells cloyingly of onions and wood cleaner; I can’t see what possibly attracted him.

His scent though …it’s enticing.

That spicy musk of him. Warm, dangerous, lethal.

A scent worth rubbing against, worth wrapping myself in.

I shake myself off and rise. I shouldn’t think like this, it’s not the relationship we have. I’ve been with him as long as I can remember, it’s only recently that I’ve started thinking of him…differently.

I flex my claws into the tatami mat.

It frustrates me.

He’s my Master, my companion, my friend. I would always stay loyally by his side.

He’s not my mate.

The maid squeals then sighs. With a grunt, he spends himself into her.

I admire how the light caresses the muscles of his back, the sharp curve of his hip. The way his ass flexes as he pulls out of her.

The scent is maddening.

I hook a claw into the garden door, pushing it wider. Masamune always fucks with the door open. Exhibitionist.

“Shogetsu, stay.” His voice is hoarse, I nonchalantly flick my striped tail and walk out into the gardens.

Stay?… What does he think I am, a dog?

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THIS FLUFF

my big kid and his little kit lying down on a flower field, playing and rolling around together under the moonlit night

I CANT

dear talented commissioners out there please recreate this beauty to cleanse this world 😍