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ikeromantic · 20 days

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Ikesen Boys React to Tattooed MC pt 1

This was an ask from @otomedad that I just had to write. I did some reading up on the history of tattooing in Japan and there was so much that I found super interesting. So! Here goes, starting with Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, and Masamune! Approx. 1500 words.

Nobunaga

“What’s this, fireball?”

You feel Nobunaga’s breath tickle your shoulder blade, his lips so close they almost brush your skin. For a moment, you don’t know what he means. It’s hard to think when parts of you are being ‘claimed’, afterall. But you smile as the memory comes back to you. Sitting on a stool, arms braced on the counter in front of you, with the buzz of the tattoo gun in your ear. “You like my koi?”

His fingers brush the inked design, tracing the outline of the leaping fish. “It is very well done.” He does not sound pleased, though he’s trying to hide it.

“You don’t.” A slight pout draws your lips out and down.

Nobunaga stills behind you, so motionless that you don’t even feel him breathing. Just as you are about to break the silence, he wraps his arms around you, pulling your back against his chest. “It is part of you, so it is beautiful.” His chin rests on your shoulder, just above the tattoo in question. “Why did you receive this mark?”

There is an unexpected tension in his voice, and you laugh to ease it before explaining. “I got it after I graduated from design. It represents my struggles, and my determination.” You turn your head to kiss his cheek.

He regards you with a serious expression, tense despite your affection.

“Do you really hate it?” You can’t help how vulnerable you feel as you meet his carnelian gaze.

“I told you. It is beautiful, as you are. But . . .” He pauses, a slight grimace crossing his expression. “I do not like that someone marked you. Someone else claimed this -” He leans back to spread his hand over the koi. “Every part of you is mine.”

“Are you jealous of my tattoo artist?” You grin, unable to hold back. “You know I picked the design and the colors and everything, right? He was just some guy with a good flash book . . .”

Nobunaga’s frown does not ease, though you know that he’s aware this is ridiculous.

You snuggle back against him. “Alright, alright. I understand. If you could do tattoos, I’d get one from you, ok?”

Something mischievous flickers in his gaze and a slight smile turns up the corners of his mouth. “Yes. This is acceptable.”

You aren’t sure what he’s accepting. Nobunaga can’t do tattoos, right? Right? Whatever questions you have disappear as his lips find that sensitive spot at the back of your neck.

Hideyoshi

You roll up your sleeves to start working on the kitchen’s herb garden. The day is warm and sunny, promising a hot afternoon. It’s a good thing you’re starting early.

About an hour into the weeding, Hideyoshi stops by with a tray of cool water and a wide straw hat. He kneels beside you. “You know it’s bad for your skin to be exposed to sunlight for so long. Even in the morning, you can’t -” He stops midword, his mouth hanging open.

“Hm?” You look up, dusting your hands off. Before you can ask anything else, Hideyoshi grabs your elbow.

“What is this?”

You realize he’s pointing at the serpent tattoo on your forearm. The snake curls over itself in a complex circle, with the head pointing at your wrist and the tale toward your elbow. “Oh! Erm,” you give an embarrassed laugh. “That.”

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.” Hideyoshi holds your arm up, inspecting it. “A thief. I should have guessed. What prefecture is this? Where are you really from?” The questions come lightning fast, his usual gentle lecturing tone replaced with a hard, brittleness that does not suit him at all.

“A thief? Are you serious right now?” You try to yank your arm back, going from bewildered to angry.

Hideyoshi pulls you up to standing. “If you won’t answer my questions, maybe you’ll answer Mitsuhide’s.” He glares at you. “I can’t believe I - I called you my sister!”

You take a breath, trying to hold in the tears suddenly threatening at the corners of your eyes. Sister. Why was this man so infuriating? First putting you in the sis-zone, and now accusing you. As if you hadn’t shared so many sweet moments. Almost-kisses. Holding hands. “Why are you freaking out about my tattoo?”

“It marks you as a criminal.” He sighs, looking away. “If you’ll come clean with me, maybe we can -”

“Come clean? Hideyoshi, I told you I’m not from here. In my ah, my village, people get tattoos because they like the way they look.” You wiggle your arm in his grasp. “This one means the cycle of life. Birth and death. Look at it!”

Hideyoshi slowly turns back to examine the mark on your arm. “It is . . . very finely done for a - a punishment.” He purses his lips. “And I do not know of a prefecture that uses a snake . . .”

You nod emphatically. “Exactly. And you know me. Hideyoshi?” Your tone brings his gaze to your face.

He studies you for a moment. Then his grip loosens on your arm, the pad of his thumb stroking your inked flesh. “I may have, um, jumped to conclusions. My apologies.” A breath, then, “Sis.”

“Thanks.” You take your arm back, feelings still hurt.

For a long moment, neither of you says anything. Then he drapes an arm over your shoulder, pulling you to his side. “Let me apologize properly, after work tonight. Stop by after your bath and I’ll rub some oil on your arms and legs.” Hideyoshi’s cheeks hold a faint heat. “A brother should care for his sister when she’s working so hard.”

You know he knows there’s nothing brotherly in the touches you share, but you nod in acquiescence. Then you pull away. “The garden won’t weed itself,” you say.

He grins. “I suppose not.” Hideyoshi’s hand takes yours before you can take a step. “It’s nice. Your tattoo. Once I really looked at it.”

“Thanks,” you smile back, feeling a little better. “I’m looking forward to my massage tonight.” You give him a cheeky wink.

Masamune

You splash to the river’s surface, sputtering from the water in your mouth and nose. Masamune laughs beside you, his strong arm holding you up above the roiling surface of the water as the current pushes you both downstream.

“Maybe next time we should look for a bridge,” you shout to be heard over the river.

“Nah. Where’s the fun in that?” Masamune’s blue eye gleams with unfettered joy as he pulls you toward the opposite shore.

Once you hit the bank and crawl out, you flop back onto the grassy hillside. “Fun? Not drowning is fun. And now I’m soaked.” You glance over to see Masamune already stripping down, laying his clothes out to dry.

He grins when he sees your expression. “What’s the matter, kitten? Tiger got your tongue?”

“Pffft.” You sit up, ignoring the way your face heats. You shrug out of your kimono, very aware of how thin your linen underclothes are. Especially now that they are wet and clinging to your skin.

Masamune’s appreciative look does not help. He grins unapologetically. “I should come out this way more often. Great view.”

You throw a clump of grass at him and jump up to run. He chases you, laughing, and catches you pretty quickly.

His laughter stops with a sharp inhale. “Are you hurt?”

You realize that he’s noticed the ink on your side, a tiger in the midst of peonies. The red, pink, and orange probably look like a wound beneath the opaque cloth. “No, nothing like that.” You carefully tug the linen up to show him your tattoo.

“Wow.” His eye is wide as he takes in the art piece. “Gorgeous.” His calloused finger brushes the skin on your side, sending a shiver across your belly and up your ribcage. “It’s like a painting.”

“Thanks.” You feel more than a little self conscious, but also gratified by his reaction. “It’s supposed to be, like, fragility and strength? Together?” You find yourself a little tongue tied, too focused on his warm hand touching you.

Masamune finally looks up, catching your gaze. “It fits you, kitten. Strong and fragile.” His expression is more serious than you’re used to. A deeper emotion moves in the depths of his blue eye.

The urge to kiss him is strong, but you resist. You tug the cloth back down and step away, heart beating frantically. Masamune likes to flirt, you think, that’s all. You wrack your brain for a witty comment and come up empty.

He smiles, drops his hands. “Our clothes should dry out soon, and then we can continue on.”

“The temple better be awesome. You’ve talked it up too much to take anything less than.” Your destination is safer ground, you think, jumping right into the new topic.

Masamune laughs. “There’s not another like it anywhere.” Something about the way he says it makes you wonder if he means the temple you’re traveling to or something else.

“Worth the trip then?”

He catches a bit of your damp hair and twirls it around a finger. “I’d say this trip is already worth it.”

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aquagirl1978 · 1 year

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Can you do a headcannon of what Masamune, Shingen, Kenshin, Nobunaga, Ieyasu, Kennyo, Mitsuhide and Mitsunari will react if the MC were to give them flowers instead of them giving her them?

It's Nobunaga's birthday, so here's some headcanons (with some other warlords). Hope you enjoy!

SUITOR'S REACTION WHEN READER GIFTED THEM FLOWERS (Masamune, Shingen, Kenshin, Nobunaga, Ieyasu, Kennyo, Mitsuhide, Mitsunari)

Masamune Date

He was surprised. No one had ever gifted him flowers before, let alone a lass as beautiful as you. When he first saw you with the bouquet, his initial thought was that they were for someone else. His hand found the hilt of his sword, ready for a fight for your love. But then you presented the bouquet to him. He placed the flowers in a vase in his room, a small part of him sad there was no battle for your love.

Shingen Takeda

Shingen was impressed. It was normally he who gifted the flowers, not the other way around. Flattered by your gift, he found himself enjoying this role-reversal, hoping to receive more thoughtful gifts from you in the future. As a thank you, Shingen took one of the blooms, broke off the stem, and tucked the flower behind your ear.

Kenshin Uesugi

Kenshin was afraid. Why were you holding those flowers - did they hurt you in some way? Ready with his trusty sword in hand to cut down the plant that dared harm his love, he blinked in surprise when you laughed and told him the flowers were a gift for him. After sheathing his sword, he asked for your help in putting the flowers in a vase.

Nobunaga Oda

Nobunaga was happy. It was his birthday, after all. After a day of receiving numerous, extravagant gifts, it was refreshing to receive something so beautifully simple from his lover. Or maybe it was because it was from you that it was his favorite gift that day. Now if only you had stashed some konpeito in the bouquet somewhere.

Ieyasu Tokugawa

Ieyasu was grumpy. Why did you have to give him flowers? Now he had to find a vase to put them in - did you think he had things like that handy in his bedroom? And make sure they had water. And get you a gift in return. Oh, why did you have to give him these silly, pretty flowers?

Kennyo

Kennyo was flattered. What a beautiful gift from his beautiful lover. He marveled over the pastel shades of the petals and the sense of serenity he felt just by looking at them. He placed the flowers in his bedroom (unlike some of the warlords in the Oda forces, Kennyo actually owned a vase) on a table near his bed so that every night when he went to bed, your flowers were the last thing he saw, and when he woke up in the morning, they were the first thing he saw.

Mitsuhide Akechi

Mitsuhide was mischievous. Mitsuhide was not used to receiving gifts, let alone a bouquet of flowers. Was this just an innocent gift? Were you rewarding him for the prank he pulled on Mitsunari the other day? He hoped it was for the latter - he would happily pull any number of pranks to bring a smile to your face.

Mitsunari Ishida

Mitsunari was flustered. Flowers? For him? Was this some kind of prank? (He's still getting over being pranked by Mitsuhide the other day). Once he got over his initial confusion and realized that these flowers were a genuine gift for him, he thanked you profusely for said bouquet. He particularly liked the various shades of purple in the bouquet and found a nice spot to display them in his room.

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writingwhimsey · 3 months

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Hi!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day 💕 CONGRATS on 300 followers!! So well deserved, you’re so talented!! I was wondering if we could get a Nobunaga enemies to lovers smut 😮‍💨🙈 not sure if you’ve done something similar before, I’m a new follower, but I would love it!! Thank you so so much!! 🩷🩷

Thank you for the support and the request! This one was fun to write! I hope you and everyone enjoys this Nobunaga enemies to lovers smut!

NSFW 18+ content

Tough Negotiations

“My lord, Nobunaga has taken to the battlefield himself!” My subordinate declared, running into the basecamp.

A grin lit my face as I rose. “Finally.” I said. “It is time I go and challenge this man and show him that we will not be conquered.”

“Your horse is ready, my lord.” My subordinate informed me.

I left the command tent and hopped on my horse, drawing my sword as I rode into battle, leading a fresh group of calvary and foot soldiers. Everyone underestimated me and my clan, but I would show them. I would show anyone who would challenge me. Even the great Nobunaga Oda himself.

As I entered the field, I saw Nobunaga on his horse not far away, getting ready to cut down my right hand man, who had been leading a group of our soldiers. I wasn’t about to lose him, so I raced forward and blocked Nobunaga’s sword with my own.

“Sorry, I still find him useful.” I said. “Your opponent is me.”

Nobunaga grinned at me over our locked blades. “I see the rumors are true.”

I didn’t take my eyes off of Nobunaga’s as our blades remained locked. “Get out of here before I change my mind about saving your sorry ass.”

“Yes, my lord.” My right hand replied after a moment of stunned silence.

“And what rumors do you speak of? The ones of my brilliance? My fierceness? My cunning? Or my beauty?”

Nobunaga chuckled as we broke apart. ‘All of them.” He answered, raising his sword to strike again.

I blocked the blow, a cool smile on my own face. “I do aim to live up to my reputation.” I replied. “Though I must admit, you are not what I expected.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Nobunaga asked, as we continued to fight. Our blades meeting, sparking, and breaking apart.

“Hmm…I was expecting a bit more of a challenge from the infamous devil king.” I replied, smirking. “I’m barely even breaking a sweat here…don’t tell me you’re going easy on me just because I am a woman?”

“I would never.” Nobunaga replied. “I underestimate no one. Why else would I… come out here myself?”

“You do have…a point.” I replied.

We exchanged blows and barbs over and over again. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as we fought, the tension in the air palpable…and I must admit the thought of how handsome Nobunaga was flitted through my mind. Though I quickly shook that thought away. Perhaps when I defeat him, I should make him MY concubine? I thought with a laugh.

“You find our…battle amusing?” Nobunaga asked me, breathless as our blades broke apart once again.

“Just a thought.” I replied, a secretive grin on my face.

We continued our dance, neither of us gaining ground over the other. Soon a smoke screen was thrown just before nightfall, both of us having subordinates come to lead us away. It appeared our battle would last another day.

After meeting with my troops, I returned to my tent washing my face in a water basin and changing into night robes. I took my long hair down, letting it be loose and sighed as I settled in to do some late night strategizing.

It wasn’t long before there was a commotion outside, I grabbed my sword and rushed out into the night. “What is going on?”

“I have come to bring an end to our battle.”

I was surprised to hear the deep voice I had been engaged in battle with what only felt like moments before. I looked around and saw that Nobunaga was alone…and wasn;t wearing any armor. Though he surprisingly held something in his hands.

He wore a smug smile as he looked at me, one arm holding the box-like object and the other up almost as if in surrender. I held the tip of my sword beneath his chin. “How do you plan to do that unarmed?”

Nobunaga only smirked. “With this.” He declared holding up the object in his arm.

I gestured for one of my subordinates to take the object and check it over. “It’s…a goban.”

I couldn’t help myself but to laugh. “You wish to settle our battle with a game of Go?”

“Yes.” He answered. “Our forces are clearly evenly matched and even in single combat you and I are evenly matched. It seems a waste of resources to continue whittling each other down.”

I couldn’t help but to smile. “I hope you know, I am undefeated in Go.”

“As am I.” Nobunaga replied.

I withdrew my sword. “Fine, let us go then.” I said, as I sheathed my blade. I gestured for my men to make sure Nobunaga carried no concealed weapons before I took the Goban and turned. “This way,” I told him, heading towards my tent.

Nobunaga silently followed me. My closest soldiers started to follow as well. “No, you all stay out.” I ordered. “I don’t want my victory questioned.”

“Y-yes…my lord.”

Nobunaga chuckled. “You sound sure of yourself.”

“As you must be, to have come here to challenge me directly like this.” I replied as we entered my tent.

“Where shall we set up?” Nobunaga asked.

“Here.” I replied, gesturing to the center of my tent. He setup the goban as I pulled out a couple of cushions and we were soon sitting opposite each other, the goban between us.

“I look forward to finding out if you are as skilled at Go as you are on the field.” Nobunaga said, giving me a cocky grin.

“How else do you think I became so good at strategy?” I replied.

Long calloused fingers reached into the bowl and pulled out a smooth black stone. Carnelian eyes looked sharply at the board before thoughtfully placing the stone with a soft clack, beginning our game.

I took note of Nobunaga’s first move and thought for a moment as I picked up a smooth white stone before placing it on the board.

“That is an unconventional first move.” Nobunaga noted.

“I am an unconventional opponent.” I replied with a smile. “Or have you not learned that by now?”

Nobunaga smirked as he made his next move. “Oh, I have indeed noticed. Your battle strategies have kept me on my toes in a way I have not experienced in a long time.”

“Oh? Little old me places a challenge to the famed devil king? I am honored.”

“As you should be.” Nobunaga replied. “I do not give out praise so lightly.”

We continued our game, the stones clacking on the board and continued to speak. Conversation flowed easily between us as we continued the game, each of us working our strategies. Our game ran for hours and ended in a tie.

“It appears this won’t end as quickly as I thought.” Nobunaga said, an amused smile on his face.

“We’re going to have to play another round if we are gonna end this battle with this game.” I replied, already moving to clear the board.

“I can go all night if need be.” Nobunaga replied, a smirk on his lips.

It did not escape my notice the way his carnelian eyes sparkled with mischief as he said that very thinly veiled double entendre. I returned his smirk with one of my own. “I hope you can live up to that.”

We began our next time, each of us silent as we worked our strategies. We had another two games end in a tie. It was after the third game Nobunaga spoke.

“What is it about my rule you object to?” He asked me. “You haven't allied with any of my enemies…you haven’t seemed to form many alliances.”

“It is not that I really object to your rule in particular…I just object to a man telling me how to rule over my lands and my people…especially when my land is peaceful and prosperous.” I answered as I made my next move. “I’ve had offers of an alliance from several other clans… all coming with marriage proposals…and they all want to just add what I have to what they have and reduce me down to something that looks good on their arm.”

“I would never put you under foot like that.” Nobunaga replied. “A fireball like you, doesn’t belong as a jewel in someone else’s crown.”

“I know.” I replied, having a hard time keeping the surprise from my face.

“You know, we are both so well matched, that continuing any battle would be a waste of both our resources.” Nobunaga replied, leaning closer over the board.

“What are you proposing then?” I asked, unconsciously leaning closer myself.

“We join forces.” Nobunaga answered, his hand coming to cup my cheek. “We form an alliance and you rule at my side in your own right.”

“That…is a thought…” I replied, finding myself getting lost in those carnelian eyes. “That could be…I don’t know…you…might have to persuade me.”

Nobunaga smirked. “I can be…quite persuasive.” He replied before capturing my lips with his.

I found myself responding without even thinking. My lips moved with his and I found myself sliding into his lap, straddling him as his arms came around my waist, calloused hands sliding over my curves through the silk of my night robes.

We broke the kiss after a few moments, our eyes locked. “Are you feeling…persuaded?” He asked.

“I think…I’m getting there…we should definitely open…negotiations.” I answered breathless.

“I have all night.” Nobunaga replied before capturing my lips once again. The next thing I knew we were moving and Nobunaga was over me, his hand sliding inside my disheveled kimono, caressing my thigh.

“Well…I hope you can put your money where your mouth is.”

Nobunaga smirked as he untied my sash. He leaned down and began to kiss over my bare flesh. I let out a gasp when his lips closed around a nipple, his tongue swirling over the hardening peak. His hands continued to move over my body as his lips lavished my breasts in affection.

I found myself reaching to undo the ties of his clothes and sliding them off his shoulders, baring his body. He pulled back to look at me eyes burning with a passion. “You look stunning.” He told me as he leaned down to kiss down the front of my body.

I could feel my body tremble with each touch of his lips. The shockwaves of pleasure increased once he reached the apex of my thighs. His tongue slid past his lips and licked a strip up my slit before swirling around my sensitive bud.

“Haa…” I moaned as the shockwaves of pleasure came washed over me from Nobunaga’s skillful ministrations. My hips bucked of their own accord as my fingers wound their way into his hair.

I felt Nobunaga’s lips quirk up into a smirk against me as he continued to pleasure me. I was sent over the edge when I felt him slip two fingers inside me, curling them at just the right angle, causing a powerful orgasm to wash over me.

Nobunaga continued his ministrations to draw out my pleasure. Then he withdrew to look at me, a cocky grin on his face. “Have my lips persuaded you yet?” He asked.

I returned his smirk with one of my own. “They…make a powerful argument.” I answered. “But… I think the rest of you should get in on the persuading.”

Nobunaga chuckled as he came over me, positioning himself between my open legs. “I am prepared to spend all night negotiating this alliance.” He replied, slipping himself inside and filling me in a way I had never experienced before.

We kept our negotiations going all night, Nobunaga bringing me pleasure as I had never experienced before.

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art-of-love-and-war · 10 months

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Can I ask for Napoleon, Nobunaga, but especially MASAMUNE and MITSUHIDE being called cute by his s/o? In the current event the reader called Masamune cute and he was No, I’m not cute! But I can’t help to think they are cute, very cute. Your headcanon a are very good, I like them, keep working please ❤️❤️❤️

Characters: Napoleon Bonaparte | Oda Nobunaga | Date Masamune | Akechi Mitsuhide Rating: General. Word count: 1,231 words Warning/s: None Author note: Howdy! I’m so sorry this took me so long to write, but I’m writing this at work lmao, please get me out of here.

[୨୧] — Napoleon Bonaparte

Cute? Him?

Of course, he is.

When you call him cute he just blinks a couple of times, making you think maybe he didn’t like that or was taken aback about being called it...

Him? The Emperor? Called “cute” by his sweet nunuche?

He just does a big smile, and puts his hands under his chin, mimicking a sweet cherubim. “Am I the cutest?”

This only makes you laugh until your tummy hurts too much.

And Napoleon only keeps pressing about it. “What am I not cute?” while making an exaggerated sad face.

He starts chuckling then, asking you if he is really cute. And just as you thought, he would never in his life (lives?) have been called cute and he is happy you are the first one to think so.

Honestly, he does a lot of cute things, like kiss you the first thing he wakes up, and speak nonsense.

Hell, you could pull up his hair in pigtails and he’d own it, calling himself cute.

Also, I can imagine him pondering it sometimes. Like, in the kitchen.

Sebas is polishing the silver while Napoleon cooks, and when he needs to wait for food to be ready, he leans against the counter and asks. “Sebas, do you think I’m cute?”

Sebas wants to say yes, but he forces himself to say no and instead asks about what brought the question.

“Hm, never mind. Just thinking about some nunuche.”

[୨୧] — Oda Nobunaga

If you call him cute I can imagine him as the type who shot circuits at the thought of himself being cute.

He ponders and reflects if he has done things that might be classified as “cute” lately.

Then with his face twisted, eyebrows scrunched up together, lips pressed into a thin line.

“You are growing bolder every day by now, daring to call me cute, fireball.”

Says the man who uses his haori as an invisibility cape whenever he wants to sneak out and steal konpeito from the kitchen.

Says the man who stole your teddy bear because it amused him.

There are things of him that are terrifying, yes, and thankfully, he has learned to be more human about certain traits of himself, thanks to you.

You just believe, after learning of his story and life before meeting you, that he is still just a child at heart.

Oh, but if you insist that he is cute, be prepared.

He’d get all dominant, like the conqueror he is, towering over you with a dark smile.

“I. Am. Not. Cute.”

You battle this by reaching out, as fast as lightning, and touching the tips of his ears, making him cringe away from you while covering his ears, his cheeks turning into the most lovely shade of pink.

“Yes, you are.”

[୨୧] — Date Masamune

Oh, to tame the wild tiger.

In my head, Masamune is just like a tiger, yes, but the type of tiger that if left with a cardboard box nearby, will sit if it fits.

He also loves to deny that he is so adorable it makes butterflies bat their wings violently in your stomach because it only makes him cuter.

When you tell him out loud that he is cute, he looks beyond offended.

How. Dare. You. (...Tell the truth).

This makes a game of “No, you” start between you two, where he is deemed to lose.

You only reach to pinch his cheeks, tugging at his face affectionately while trying to make the harsh frown on his face disappear while he does the same to you.

I can imagine him being bothered about it, he just wants to play a brave front and be the perfect leader for his clan and people, he cannot be cute.

You beg to differ, he only is cute with you, and you are glad you are the only one who gets to see him like that.

Though, he is too hard-headed to admit it.

He is very insistent when you keep calling him cute. “No, I am not!” it's such a great way to tease him and make his cheeks go red and his usually wild personality become coy.

These kinds of arguments always end up in one of two ways.

The first one is with him chasing you all over the castle until you say the contrary, the staff, and servants already knowing what was all the spectacle about and even just stepping aside to let you and the lord run.

The other is with him, cuddling you in bed after a tickle fight he won, taking the place of the big spoon, he hides his face against the crook of your neck, cheeks still tinted red as your words replay in his head.

“I adore it when you are this cute! It's like you are a big kitty!”

He hates how warm it makes him inside

[୨୧] — Akechi Mitsuhide

Where do I start with this man?

He is…difficult to tease by calling him cute.

You have already called him “cute” before, comparing him to a white cat that had crossed your path when you were walking through the market.

Resulting in him, smiling at you (beware, it was the snake smile), which made a heavy weight settle on your tummy.

But then with his hands imitating cat paws, saying “Meow”.

You didn’t know if to cringe or if to laugh until you coughed a lung out.

The way he kept his smile made you wheeze until you were struggling to get air because he kept acting that way.

(He is torturing you this way, by the way)

And he is having the joy of his life by watching you struggle to breathe as you laugh.

And he is the type to not take it seriously, you are calling him “cute”, and he thinks you are trying to tease him.

If you stand your ground (after laughing your lungs out), he’d just blink, and you can’t quite read what he is thinking. And that is terrifying.

Mitsuhide honestly doesn’t know how to react to his first instinct is to go blank, thinking of how to respond properly.

Mostly, because he thinks he is far from cute, and people have found him to be scary with his demeanor, and he doesn’t blame them. He likes to give off that vibe to protect you and himself.

After his blank expression, he only frowns, “I doubt I can be considered cute, but I believe this is something of you that is rubbing off on me.”

He smirks after this, noticing the way you blush, having turned the tables.

You, however, are not happy, you just want to make sure he knows he sometimes is cute!

He absolutely keeps trying to do everything possible to turn it around every time until you are frustrated, turning your head the moment the door opens.

You are left staring at Kyubei, who just bows deeply in greeting.

You don’t let the vassal talk before you ask him. “Do you think Mitsuhide is cute?”

Kyubei is sweating bullets at the question, it's not known if it's because of your question or the killer look his master is directing at him.

Without a word, the vassal decides he doesn’t want that question to be the last one he answers, so he leaves without saying a word, leaving you with an argument unresolved.

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eventinelysplayground · 7 days

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Fair Share

This tiny fic was inspired by a specific event in Hideyoshi's route. I am not used to writing for Ikesen so I apologize if they feel out of character. Purely fluff WC approx 495.

The sun had finished setting and several figures crept silently along in the darkness. The figure in front suddenly made a motion and they all halted, their attention focused on the lead figure.

“Remember failure is not an option, you are some of my best warriors and I expect results.”

“Yes my lord!”

The chorus of voices was quiet yet determined and with a nod of the leaders head the figures resumed their mission. They crept along silently dodging obstacles and guards until their final destination was in sight. The figures surrounded the door and waited for their leader to give the signal. One swift motion of his hand and the figures leapt into action and before long they had entered the room, sights set on their target.

The group moved silently as one and after their target was quickly secured the leader of the group spoke again.

“I commend you all, you have performed admirably this night.”

The rest of the figures bowed and then held out their hands in unison. The leader smiled a deep smile while letting out a soft chuckle, just as he was about to speak a noise was heard from the other side of the door.

“Is somebody in there? Lord Nobunaga how many times have I-”

The figures inside froze instantly holding their breath but just as the door was about to be slid open.

“Hideyoshi, what are you doing?”

“I could have sworn I heard noises coming from the kitchen.”

“I didn't hear anything.”

“Maybe not but I think I should still check to be safe, what if it's an intruder.”

The door slid slightly open and the group looked uneasily between themselves but as soon as Hideyoshi had thrust his hand inside the kitchen another hand reached out for it.

“Really Hideyoshi.”

“What?”

“Can't you stop worrying so much and take at least one night off?”

“I…”

“The castle is perfectly safe, nothing will happen and thanks to Lord Nobunaga taking the children we have the whole weekend to ourselves. Shouldn't we take advantage of his generous gift to us?”

There was a short stretch of silence then they heard Hideyoshi let out a sigh.

“You're right Mai, let's head back to the manor.”

At the sound of Hideyoshi and Mai's receding footsteps Nobunaga and the children let out a collective sigh of relief.

“That was close. I thought Dad was going to catch us for sure.”

“Ya and then we'd all get a lecture.”

“Or worse.”

“It’s a good thing Mom showed up when she did.”

The children all nodded and Nobunaga let out a low laugh.

“Of course she did, she is my lucky charm after all.”

“And this lucky charm wants her fair share.”

The five children jumped and looked towards the door where they saw their mothers head and hand poking in. Nobunaga sighed and walked over to the door, dropping a few pieces of sugar candy into Mai's hand as she smiled at him.

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Chapter Two: Miss Congeniality - Katsuko meets many residents of Azuchi... but not her fake fiance.

Mitsunari x OC; Nobunaga x Mai

Previous Chapter

Logline - In order to protect a political alliance, Katusko and Mitsunari must pretend an engagement. But this “all business” arrangement is threatened by a coup against Nobunaga… and by feelings.

From the Military Notes of Ishida Mitsunari…

A good General will ensure that his soldiers are provided with not only food, but also appropriate armor for upcoming battles. It would be illogical to send warriors onto the battlefield on an empty stomach, but even more so for them not to have protection from the weapons of enemy forces. The initial cost of armoring soldiers will be far repaid in ensuring safety (as much as possible given a situation of war) and loyalty.

Personal comments: Lady Mai requested permission to help “re-design” the Oda soldier uniforms. It is difficult to refuse Lady Mai anything, however such a decision rests in the hands of Lord Nobunaga and Lord Hideyoshi – neither of whom find it easy to refuse Lady Mai either. However, Lord Mitsuhide has stated he has another task for Lady Mai… This prompted Lord Hideyoshi to use more words I am not comfortable writing down.

Two days after leaving the mountains, I arrived at Azuchi Castle. Kyubei left me waiting near the gate, while he alerted Mitsuhide to our arrival. Though I’d previously spent a couple weeks in the castle town, I’d never been inside Azuchi castle itself and I was happy enough to have some time within the gates to look around. Up close, the tenshu was impressive building, rising from a thick stone base, up seven stories to tower over the hillside. There was even a balcony surrounding the uppermost floor, and I wondered if Nobunaga spent much time up there. Must be nice to be able to see the entire countryside from your bedroom.

Feeling slightly like a gawking tourist, I took a step backward to get a better look, and –

WHAM!

I’d backed right into the path of a young man who’d been on his way inside, his arms loaded full of books and papers. The resulting collision sent the books to the ground and the papers into the air--

Where they were caught in a gust of wind and went flying toward the gates.

“I’m so sorry!” I helped him chase after the errant papers. We (actually I) caught most of them, but one got stuck in a tree, entangled in a branch about three meters off the ground. Without letting go of his armload of retrieved papers and books, the man tried to climb the tree, and ended up nearly dropping everything again.

Not wanting to repeat the whole chasing down experience, I piled the books, scrolls, and odd scraps of paper back in his hands and pointed to the one in the tree. “Don’t move. I’ll get that one,” I told him, and scampered up to retrieve the page. I jumped down and gave him the paper, which he accepted with a quick bow. “I hope you’ll be able to put them all back in order.”

“There was no order to it – although… that would make it easier to keep track of it all, wouldn’t it?” He shuffled everything into an untidy bundle and tucked it all under his arm. “Thank you for your assistance, and my apologies for walking into you.”

Now that I was no longer scrambling after his paperwork, I finally was able to get a good look at him – messy dark grey hair falling into distracted violet eyes and a lovely, but unfocussed smile. I’ve seen him before! The clumsy bookworm… Mitsuyori? No… Mitsunari. Well, how could I forget the booksellers’ most loyal customer (who never actually bought anything)? Of course, since I couldn’t admit to spending time in Azuchi disguised as an elderly bookseller, I kept my expression neutral and pretended this was our first encounter.

“Actually, I think I walked into you. I was looking up at the tenshu. It’s spectacular.” I turned my face to the top of the castle once more.

He nodded, then smiled at me again, this time at least seeming to register my presence. “I remember how I felt when I first came here two years ag- Oh no! Why am I here?”

He stared hard at the castle, as if some stray thought was eluding him the way the papers had nearly eluded me. Since I doubted the question was either rhetorical or existential, I stayed quiet while he continued to gaze at the castle walls. “I didn’t mean to come here today; I’m supposed to be -” His expression changed to panic when the guard on the towers called out the change in vigil. “I’m late! Please accept my apology for running you over.”

“Of course, but it was my fau-” I stopped because he had already turned around and rushed down the hill.

Huh.

I watched him until he disappeared from view.

Sweet.

But… possibly not tethered to reality.

“Katsu!” Kyubei tapped my arm to catch my attention. “We’re to meet Lord Nobunaga in the tenshu.”

Dismissing the young man from my thoughts, I followed Kyubei up (and up, and up) to the top of the tenshu, where Oda Nobunaga was waiting for us in his rooms. Without prompting from Kyubei, I bowed low, aware that this was a formal audience, and possibly the first test of my manners.

In return, Nobunaga lightly dipped his head. When I finally rose and met his eyes, there was a hint of amusement in them. As it turned out, Nobunaga remembered ‘Katsu’ from our encounter in Osaka earlier this year.

“Fortune works in interesting ways, for you’ve ended up working for me after all, Katsu.” He lounged on a dias in an indolent pose, but there was an aura of kinetic energy around him that suggested he could go from restful to predator in an instant. “However- did you not say that you worked for a merchant who is like a father to you? Mitsuhide left me with the understanding that he was reaching out to a man who has some dealings in espionage.”

I bowed again. “Is a spy not a merchant of information?” Then, because he seemed to be in limbo between trust and distrust,” I added. “My business in Osaka the day we met was personal. I was not there spying for my master, and indeed my work for him generally only involves delivering messages. I didn’t tell him that we’d met.” I might have done so otherwise had not so many other things not occurred that day. In fact, I was flattered Nobunaga remembered me at all given that someone had tried to kill him that night.

While he seemed to think that over, I took in my surroundings. Like Aki’s office, there was a western influence in Nobunaga’s rooms, although the European objects (huh, he had even had what looked like a child’s stuffed bear mixed in there) displayed amongst Japanese works were displayed with more taste and flair. It was like the difference between walking into an episode of hoarders, versus walking into a museum. Then again, Azuchi castle had only been completed a couple years ago – Nobunaga likely hadn’t had enough time to accumulate the volume of tchotchkes that necessitates a once-a-decade konmarie purge.

Politeness required that I stay quiet until spoken to, and in any case additional exploration would have to wait, as a pair of voices approached. The combatants were arguing so loudly that I could hear them long before they appeared in the doorway.

“- this must be the most ridiculous scheme you’ve ever dreamed up,” said one man, sounding like he had had it up to here with the other person. “You have yet to convince me that you have any chance of success.”

“My dear Hideyoshi, you don’t need to be convinced. You only need to stay out of the way,” came the reply in a cool, mocking tone of voice, as a silver haired man came into the room. At his heels was this ‘Hideyoshi’ – yet another man I recognized from the booksellers. If I thought he had looked frazzled back then, it was nothing compared to him now. He had the look of a man who woke up every day to discover that imps had rearranged his furniture and placed his desk directly in the path of his shin. Then again, the other man had the look of a person who would indeed rearrange furniture; then stand by to watch the fun. So perhaps Hideyoshi came by his frazzle honestly.

Both stopped talking when they saw me standing there. Both subjected me to long, assessing stares. Ok guys, dial it back a notch… I’m not a used car you’re buying off the internet. “This is the young man you’re going to pass off as a Princess?” Hideyoshi crossed his arms and frowned as he turned to Nobunaga. “My lord, please, put a stop to this now. There are other ways we can handle this situation.”

Hm… should I feel insulted or complimented? While I was glad that my male disguise was so convincing, it was hurtful not to be deemed feminine enough to portray a girl. Although it was also possible that Hideyoshi was so against this plan that even someone like Miyahara Satoko would not be considered feminine enough.

Ignoring Hideyoshi, the other man (who I was certain had to be Mitsuhide) circled me, apparently mentally kicking my tires… and if he thinks he can open the hood and peek into the engine, my tires are going to kick him back. “I hate to admit you have a point. It may be impossible to turn this one into a convincing woman.”

I was seconds away from throwing myself a gender reveal party when I caught the teasing expression in Mitsuhide’s eyes. Ah ha ha… he knew I was female. This was a test. With an exaggerated eyelash flutter, I dropped into a graceful and dramatic bow, and said in my best boy-pretending-to-be-a-girl falsetto, “Why Lord Aketchi, that wasn’t what you said when you propositioned me in Kyoto last week.”

That earned me a smothered laugh from Kyubei and a long look from Mitsuhide. He turned to Nobunaga. “She’ll do.”

“Yes. I have prior acquaintance with Katsu and have judged him quick witted and resourceful. Your plan has merit.” Nobunaga didn’t exactly finish his statement with the words, ‘the great and powerful Oz has spoken,’ … but it was implied.

Hideyoshi stepped back as if he had been stung. I almost felt sorry for him, but my ego was still pouting from before.

I turned back to Nobunaga, figuring I’d better let him in on my current disguise. “Thank you. As it happens, I’m actually-”

“I’m sorry!” A pretty woman about my age hurried into the room. She was the epitome of femininity, even with (especially with?) a smear of rice flour across her face, and I wondered why she hadn’t been tapped to portray this Princess. “Masamune has been teaching me how to make dumplings.”

Nobunaga patted the cushion at his side. “Should I be jealous of the time you’re spending with the one-eyed dragon?” But his scolding was accompanied by a fond smile that transformed his fierce mien into something softer and more approachable.

The woman snuggled into his side with a smile. “Perhaps I am learning to cook something special for you.” He kissed her hand and for a moment the two of them might have been encased in their own personal bubble. I looked away, feeling like I was spying on a private moment.

Mitsuhide had no such restraint. “Mai, might I interest in you in a rather large sewing commission?”

She sat up straight and looked at him with excited interest. “Do tell.”

Hideyoshi gestured to me. “This is Katsu. Can you possibly-” he sighed. “Turn him into a girl?”

That earned me her intense scrutiny. She smiled. “You mean, back into a girl.”

I like her.

“Little Mouse, you’re always surprising me with your hidden depths.” Mitsuhide turned his attention to Kyubei. “Akihira determined that this person-.”

“Katsuko.” Kyubei supplied my true name. “She’s been my contact through Akihira for the past four years and I believe she is suitable for this task.”

“I trust your judgment.” Mitsuhide bowed respectfully to Kyubei. It was a bow of a friend to a friend, not a master to a servant, and my estimation of Mitsuhide rose slightly in due to the positive way he treated his subordinate.

“Now hold on!” Hideyoshi’s frown had intensified and his hair puffed out in kinetic disapproval. “The only reason I agreed to this in the first place was because you agreed to find a boy to play the princess… It’s too dangerous otherwise.” He directed his final objection to Mai, as if hoping for a female voice to help overrule Mitsuhide.

“I can handle myself in combat.” Well. I could defend myself, at least, then run like hell. I gave Hideyoshi my best scornful look. “If you’re not convinced, I can prove it in your dojo or on your archery grounds.” I could prove it here and now, but I sensed that Hideyoshi had a low tolerance for sharp objects too close to Nobunaga. Speaking of… he hadn’t said a word yet either for or against my participation. I glanced over to see if I could glean what he made of all this.

Although one of his hands was playing with Mai’s hair, he was obviously paying attention to and amused by the whole scene playing out before him. “No need for that, Katsuko. The task is to pretend to be the fiancée of one of Hideyoshi’s vassals. The only danger, and the only reason we hoped for a boy is that women have a habit of falling in love with him. Which would make our problem worse, not solve it.”

A boy might pose the same complications, but… details. “Why does he need a pretend fiancée?” If they had an incurable flirt on their hands, maybe they could just give him a good talking to?

“We’re,” Nobunaga gestured to himself, Hideyoshi, and Mai, “making a diplomatic visit to Kanamori Mozumi, a daimyo who has recently begun to mine silver in his territory, to discuss an alliance. As Genba castle is renowned for containing an expansive archive, I intend to bring our strategist along. However, Mozumi also has a seventeen-year-old daughter - Shohime, who visited here last summer, and … it appears our strategist left quite an impression on her.”

“According to my sources,” Mitsuhide added, “Mozumi has contracted a marriage between Shohime and a Daimyo from Tsuruga, and he would not be pleased if anything were to ruin his plans.”

“Understood. Tsuruga is on the coast, and Mozumi wants access to trade routes to export the silver to Korea and China. With income from the silver and alliance with you, Lord Nobunaga, Mozumi will triple his power and influence – as long as he can keep both the son-in-law and your alliance.” It also confirmed Aki’s take on the situation in Hida. Given the increasing demand for Japanese silver, and it was clear that Nobunaga would prefer to keep relations with Mozumi peaceful. Granted, with his armies and allies, he could also just take over Mozumi’s territory, but why waste the manpower and time if Mozumi was willing to treat with him?

My job, apparently, was to make sure that Hideyoshi’s vassal didn’t distract the Kanamori princess from her contracted fiancé.

“Yes, that’s an accurate summary of the issues involved.” Rather than sounding pleased at my knowledge, Hideyoshi continued to look skeptical. Maybe he wasn’t used to women having a grasp of politics?

“I get to make a wedding kimono?” Mai’s look of excitement could probably brighten a dark room.

“It won’t reach that point – Katsuko is simply a diversion. But...” Hideyoshi looked at me and heaved a pained sigh. “She needs clothing that would reflect positively on the Oda.”

She rubbed her hands together. “When do we start?” Ok, this girl really takes her sewing seriously.

Mitsuhide gestured toward the door. “Preferably last week, but since that’s not possible, now will be acceptable.”

Without another word, Mai jumped to her feet, grabbed my hand, and literally dragged me out before I realized I hadn’t even learned the name of my fake fiancée. I half turned back to ask, but Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide were already nose-to-nose in another argument. Eeek. Better to just let them wallow in their U.S.T.

Mai led me through the castle to a room filled with various fabrics, and what looked like multiple projects in progress. A couple nearly-finished kimonos were displayed on racks – lovely jewel-toned pieces with intricate patterns and embroidery. “Stand there, please.” She pointed to a box and took out a long string to measure me.

“Oh. Let me just get rid of-” I wiggled out of the leather corset-binder that was keeping me flat. “I won’t be sorry to put that away for a few weeks.”

“There’s got to be a better way.” Mai looked at the binder with disgust. The better way would have been my sports bra, but it died even before my still mourned hoodie. Unfortunately, it’s not like we had access to lycra here. “Do you have any preferences? Color? Style?” Mai went to a writing desk where there was a stack of paper and several different sized brushes.

Androgyny… but make it fashion.

“Something not terribly restrictive. And. Not pink.” I shot a look at a turquoise kimono on display – that one was more or less to my taste.

“I must overrule that.” Mitsuhide stood in the doorway flanked by Hideyoshi. Apparently, they kissed and made up. “Soft pastels – including pink.”

“Pink is certainly appropriate,” Hideyoshi agreed.

Great. Now they agree.

Mai quickly wrapped a yukata around me. She pointed to the men in the doorway. “Out!”

Right. I wasn’t very well dressed. It’s not that I have no modesty… more that neither of them were looking at me as if I were an object of desire, but rather a tool to be sharpened and polished. Ignoring her, Mitsuhide undid my braid.

He visibly flinched at my hair.

Hideyoshi actually recoiled.

Yeah, it’s not in any particular style and there are pieces that are much shorter than the rest, causing it to stick out in chunks everywhere.

“What happened? Were you in a fire?” Kyubei had joined us and looked at my hair with fascinated revulsion.

“Fume did it.” And then I tried to fix it with my dagger.

Hideyoshi turned to Mai. “We’re going to need more maids.”

Cue Jaws theme in head.

After that, the afternoon passed in a blur of discussions, haircut, fittings, hand cream, face cream, cream cream and…

Help, I’m trapped in a makeover montage!

By the end of the ordeal, I was buffed and shined and primped and folded, spindled and mutilated until I didn’t recognize my reflection in the mirror that Mai had unearthed. I’d taken on plenty of identities over the past seven years, but this one seemed even further away from Katsuko than my old man disguise.

Also… I had zero likelihood of being able to replicate this complicated hairstyle on my own.

Mai adjusted one of the folds on the kimono – one of her own that she was loaning to me until she and her team could finish my – for want of a better word- trousseau. Then she turned me around to face the men who were judging my transformation.

Category is: Sengoku Princess Excellence.

“I’m ashamed to admit I never realized you were a girl.” Kyubei bowed to the new me.

“Thank you.” That was a nice compliment on both levels. “I’m sorry I teased you about the mountain path.”

“An improvement.” Only the most charitable would call Mitsuhide’s expression a smile. Smirk. He smirked. “One would hope you can manage to also behave demurely and gracefully, Okatsu.”

‘Okatsu?’ Hm, alright. Disguises were always easier when I thought of myself as a new person. And ‘Katsuko,’ as Fume had stated repeatedly, was not a common name here. As for demure and graceful… well the first three responses I thought of were neither demure, nor graceful, so I settled for a faint smile, downcast eyes, and plans to get even with Mitsuhide later.

Apparently though, Mitsuhide’s not so subtle jab earned me sympathy points from Hideyoshi… which might have been his objective after all? If so, well played, sir. “You look lovely, Okatsu, and I am sure your manners are acceptable.”

There wasn’t much I could add to that, so I simply gave Hideyoshi another appropriately demure smile, while I crossed my fingers behind my back that I could remember everything about protocol that Aki had tried to teach me. When all else fails, smile and nod.

Anyway, I supposed I was ready to meet my so-called fiancé. Who was… where was he anyway? Maybe he was hiding? “Er, this man I’m pretending to be engaged to… he is ok with this, right?”

Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi looked at each other. Silently. Possibly communicating telepathically.

Well, that wasn’t a good sign.

“He does, at least know about this?” I had no doubts that I could squash the overtures of an unrepentant flirt, or, even have a bit of fun with one if I were in the right frame of mind – but it would be easier if he had at least agreed to this plan before I was foisted upon him.

“Did you?” Mitsuhide asked Hideyoshi.

“Of course I did!” In his annoyance Hideyoshi looked like a puffer fish, trying to make himself look bigger to broadcast his defense. “I informed him last night. I believe he heard me.” Then, more softly. “Hopefully, he’ll remember.”

After this ominous tidbit, Mitsuhide said with obviously false cheer, “Of course he will remember. I’m certain he’s looking forward to meeting Okatsu.”

The looks on everyone’s faces ranged from disbelief (Kyubei) to outright worry (Hideyoshi)… well, Mai, at least seemed convinced as she fanned her wet eyes and let out a happy sob. “I love weddings.”

Hm. Against all current evidence, I trusted Mitsuhide. Alright, I didn’t trust him specifically, but from everything Aki and Kyubei had ever told me about him, I trusted that Mitsuhide knew what he was doing. But I wasn’t sure that he cared as much about the people enmeshed in his schemes as he cared about the schemes themselves. Probably this plan would work, but it wasn’t likely to be easy.

But hopefully, a nice quiet meeting between myself and Faux Fiance would clear up any confusion and allow us to figure out how to play thi-

“Well, shall we join them in the meeting hall, where Masamune has prepared a meal in honor of your engagement celebration?” Mitsuhide bowed and gestured us to the door.

Celebration? Just how many people will be witnessing my first meeting with… and what the heck was this man’s name anyway?

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oigimi · 1 year

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. his father’s smile .

. nobunaga x reader . 2k words . f!reader, pregnancy ment, mother!reader .

It had been three years since I was forced to part ways with the Sengoku period, and all the wonderful people I had come to think of not only as close friends, but as family. Those smiling, pouting, laughing, grumpy faces were a part of my life for three months before heaven itself tore me away. Not a day went by where I didn’t have to hold back tears and clutch my chest, trying to suppress the pain of being away from the one and only place I felt like home.

And the man I loved most.

Oda Nobunaga: The first of the three unifiers of Japan, and one of the most ruthless rulers in Japanese history. He was cruel and calculating to the outside world, but I’d come to know him as an ambitious, strong man shaped by circumstances outside of his control. The way he held me and looked at me couldn’t be done by a man who was legitimately as devilish and evil as he was made out to be. He filled my days with warmth, he protected me, and he loved me more than anyone else in the world. The stone he commissioned outside Azuchi with my name proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt. But there was one thing he didn’t know.

“Mama!”

I wasn’t the only one who left in the wormhole. When I returned to the 21st century, I found out I was pregnant with his child, and soon birthed his son. A little, mischievous, baby boy who smiled just like his father. His name was Nobuhiko, and he was the only thing I had left to remind myself of the man I loved more than life itself.

“What is it, sweetie?”

“Can I have a candy?”

He really was his father’s son. Sweet tooth and all. I couldn’t help but grin. “One, and that’s it. You’re going to spoil your appetite.”

Nobuhiko giggled and stumbled after me as I went to get his favorite candies from the jar. When I gave it to him, he took it and gobbled it up immediately.

“Hey, you need to savor those! Don’t just hork them down,” I laughed.

“Sorry Mama!”

“And what do we say?”

“Thank you Mama. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I sighed and picked my toddler up, making sure he was level with me. “Nobuhiko, I have something important to tell you. And you’re going to need to be a big boy for this.” He tilted his head, obviously not yet prepared to react to what I was going to say next. “We’re moving. Tonight. We’re going to pack up our most important things and say goodbye to our home forever.”

“Why?”

“Well… Do you remember when I said your daddy is somewhere very far away?”

“Yeah…”

“We’re going to see him. We’re going to be with daddy forever.”

Nobuhiko’s eyes lit up. His jaw practically hit the floor. He instantly began screaming, trying to get out of my arms. “I’m gonna meet Daddy? Are you being for real?!”

“Of course I am! I mean it, honey!”

“We have to get ready! Mama! What are you waiting for?!”

Laughing, I set him down and followed him to his bedroom, where I helped him pack only the most essential things. Favorite toys, blankets, and things the Sengoku couldn’t replace. I’d never seen my son so excited before. I felt horrible when I’d take him to playgroups and he’d be the only one without a father. I couldn’t tell him the truth: That he was born of two different eras altogether. That, realistically, he shouldn’t even exist. But he was only three, still very little. He didn’t grasp how tragic his circumstances were on the outside. Well, hopefully it wouldn’t be tragic for long.

I’d been talking with my friend Sasuke for months, and he said tonight was the night the wormhole was going to open, and we’d all be sent back to the Sengoku. Funny enough, I found myself thinking ‘We’re finally getting sent home.’ The world of 500 years ago had been more of a home to me than anything my own time offered me.

We waited until evening, and took a train to a part of Kyoto I’d become all too familiar with. The very same place the wormhole appeared the first time I’d fallen in. How wonderful it was I’d won fortune’s favor and was able to come here again, this time for good.

“Mama! Uncle Sasuke!” Nobuhiko let go of my hand and sprinted forward to Sasuke, who was waiting for us up ahead. The man smiled and picked Nobuhiko up.

“You’ve grown, young man. Are you ready to go on a trip?”

“I’m gonna go see Daddy! Are you coming too?”

“I absolutely am.” Sasuke waved as I caught up and handed me my son back. “Are you ready, Y/N? Unlike last time, I believe this is the last time the wormhole will be appearing. There truly is no going back once we cross the threshold. Are you sure this is what you want?”

I glanced at Nobuhiko, who still wore the biggest smile on his face. He had his little bag in his hands, with a sailboat on the front. My stomach began doing flips. This was really and truly happening. If we pushed ahead, we’d be back in the company of Nobunaga, and everyone Sasuke and I had come to know and love with the fullest capacity of our hearts. And my family could finally be complete. I kissed Nobuhiko’s cheek and nodded. “This is what I want more than anything in the world.”

“Good.” Sasuke smiled warmly. “He truly has his father’s smile…��

Thunder roared in Kyoto, and the clouds began to kill the remaining light faster than the setting sun. I braced myself. We knew what was coming now. Nobuhiko began to whimper.

“Mama, I’m scared!”

“Don’t worry, baby. It’ll stop soon.”

Sasuke pulled us close to him, guarding us as the white lightning made its commanding strikes on earth. The wind felt more powerful this time than ever before, and the storm began to blend with Nobuhiko’s cries. I looked over at him as he buried his face in my chest, as if trying to hide himself from God himself. I couldn’t help but repeat myself. “It’ll stop soon! I promise! As long as I’m here, nothing is going to happen to you!”

“Y/N! Look!”

I tore my gaze away, and gasped when I saw the very familiar sight of the wormhole beginning to manifest.

“We need to act now! Just go! Go!” Sasuke cried, ushering all of us forward. I held onto Nobuhiko as tightly as I could, trying to keep my eyes open for his sake. My head spun faster and faster as the fog thickened. My son kept sobbing, completely and utterly helpless to the situation I’d dragged him into. Immediately before blacking out, I could hear him one last time.

“MAMA!”

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“She’s waking up.”

“How do you know?”

“I can see her moving.”

“That doesn’t mean– Oh! Her eyes are opening!”

…Ieyasu? Mitsunari? I forced my heavy eyelids open, and my surroundings began to make themselves more clear. It worked. I was back home.

“Y/N… Can you hear me?” asked the gentle voice of an angel. Mitsunari looked over at me and smiled. “I can’t believe you’re finally back…”

I nodded, and tried to sit up. “Mitsunari!”

He laughed and nodded. “Welcome home.” He glanced over at Ieyasu, who was trying his hardest to not look over at me. Eventually, he gave in.

“We were worried about you. It’s been three years. We didn’t even think we’d ever see you again.”

“I’d do everything I could to come back!”

“Well you should’ve come sooner.”

I laughed, and so did Ieyasu and Mitsunari. Immediately I was starting to feel better. But I froze. “Where’s–?”

“Your son? He’s being babysat.” Mitsunari smiled and looked at the door. “I can’t believe there’s two Nobunagas around here now.”

“Babysat?”

The door flung open, and in barreled Nobuhiko, dressed in a dashing little yukata. “Mama!!”

“Hey, you can’t–!” Hideyoshi darted in after him, and froze in his place when he saw me. “Y/N! You’re awake!”

I laughed and hugged my son, stroking his jet black hair. “Hideyoshi… I missed you so much!”

He joined the rest of us on the floor and pulled me and Nobuhiko in for a hug. “Thank God you’re safe… We were praying every day you’d make it back to us someday… And your son–! How did–?”

“I had him after I returned,” I explained, hugging Hideyoshi back. “Crazy, isn’t it?”

“I’ll say. When you got back he started running around the castle, asking all of us if we were his dad.”

His dad.

I pulled away and frowned. “Where’s Nobunaga? Does he know I’m home? Does he know about…?”

Hideyoshi smiled warmly. “Don’t worry. He knows.”

I looked at Nobuhiko, who was bouncing up and down. “Uncle Hideyoshi said Daddy’s coming back today!”

And as if on cue, the door opened for a final time. The man of the hour stepped in, and locked eyes with me. His gaze completely and utterly shifted. From “warlord mode” into the warm, passionate eyes that had seen me at my lowest and at my highest. The other warlords took their leave, and left me, Nobunaga, and Nobuhiko alone together.

We all just stared in silence, trying to take in the situation. There he stood, tall, proud, and handsome as ever. Nobunaga broke the stillness and moved towards us, crouching down to get on our level. He cupped my face, his big, calloused hand perfectly fitting the shape of my cheek. I leaned into it and closed my eyes. Whether I intended to or not, tears began to fall.

“Nobunaga…” I moved into a full embrace, breaking down in his arms, gripping his clothes like my life depended on it. “I missed you! Nobunaga!” I buried myself in him and couldn’t hold back. I was sobbing, I was shaking. I was back with him.

“No time has passed at all,” Nobunaga whispered, hugging me so tight I felt I wasn’t going to be able to breathe. “My one and only love… You’ve come back to me. You’ve come back at last…”

We sat this way for a few more minutes, allowing me to get all my tears, three years of grief and heartbreak out. I kissed his lips, his nose, his cheeks, everything I could in those few minutes. Finally, I could kiss him again. I could finally be with the man that would love me even after Hell froze over.

“Oh, Nobunaga. I don’t know if you knew, but…” I wiped my eyes and gestured to Nobuhiko, who was staring starstruck at the two of us. He played with his hands a bit, clearly unable to put together the proper words he wanted to communicate. He was only little, after all.

Nobunaga didn’t say anything. He just stared back at the child, narrowing his eyes a bit as he looked him over. Nobuhiko swallowed. “Daddy…?”

My lover stood up and left the room for a moment, returning with a little jar. He knelt down and held out one of its contents.

“Konpeito!!” Nobuhiko dashed forward and gobbled up the treat, squealing with joy when Nobunaga scooped him up for a hug.

“My boy!” Nobunaga pulled me in with the group, planting a kiss on my head as well as Nobuhiko’s. “He’s perfect. He looks just like his mother, Y/N.”

“Don’t lie,” I laughed, hugging Nobunaga again. “I can’t believe it. We’re home. We’re all together again!”

“And we will be forever. Nothing’s going to take you from me again, my lucky charm. Or you, my son.”

Nobuhiko looked up at us, bouncing and giggling like he always was. “I love you Mama! I love you Daddy!”

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the-secondborn-of-seven · 6 months

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Witch of Penchant

Prologue: Part 1/4

Shingen x MC (Mai)

the thread of INSPIRATION | Next

Logline - A women in nuns clothes, with an unsettling resemblance to a fox, the witch of Honno-ji, has traveled back in time to an era she has already lived through. She accidentally saved the life of Nobunaga Oda, but now she wonders how else the past has changed.

2200-ish words

Nobunaga scolded him. “Let her be. Her name is Mizusaki Mai. Oh yes and she saved my life.”

Mitsuhide looked surprised, wide eyes, “You saved Oda-sama’s life…?” snakey smile, “And you’re such a slender thing. but it appears your courage makes up for it.” Mai rolled her eyes, returned an equally disturbing, but unusually toothy smile, scoffed, then continued scanning the scene.

This starts as you would expect it, a woman and man find themself at a lonely stone monument as the rain starts suddenly. Although, this is not an unusual spot for the woman to be; witches like her throughout time and space have been the protector of rifts, weak spots in the fabrics of reality. Mai sighed as the undergrad fell through the wormhole before she dived in after him. She would have liked to return him to his time more immediately, but he apparently distracted her enough that she appeared 4 years after him. Oh well…

Mai soon found her vision to be quickly obscured with streams of billowing hot smoke. The Honno-ji shrine came into view around her, currently in flames. An armor suited man sat asleep amidst the chaos. In the year 1582, betrayed by Akechi Mitsuhide, Oda Nobunaga committed seppuku amidst the fiery wreckage of Honno-ji. Or that was how the past played out when she successfully protected the rift from mortals. With the young man nowhere in sight, she infrured he fell into some time before, and the effects of such meant it was nothing like the first time she lived through it.

A man (presumably Oda Nomunaga) dressed in a suit of ancient Japanese armor was sitting on the floor, head tilted down in sleep. Another man holding some kind of walking stick approached the unconscious man. As Mai’s watery eyes squinted in the smoke, she recognised the gleam as that of a sword. Sparks from the flaming paper walls illuminated the sharp edge of the raised metal blade.

With a sharp intake of the oxygenless air, the witch bellowed a wordless cry at the armored man. Typhoon force winds suddenly blew from her mouth, and the man slammed through the paper walls out of sight. The sword clattered to the ground in a cruel imitation of church bells. Mai heard him scramble for the blade before fleeing.

She hurried over to and crouched beside the unconscious man and shook him urgently. He finally woke, eyelids lifting lazily, ”Who are you?” he sputtered out into the smoke.

“No time for introductions. Come on, let’s get you out of here!” Mai said with a chuckling tone. Mortals were always so confident in their self importance.

"Take my hand!” He obeyed, grabbing her hand. She shifted her weight before hauling him to his feet.

Concerning shapes flitted by in the edges of the pair's vision. They were ignored in favor of an exit. The wooden stairs won’t hold much longer.

The exit came into view! The pair burst through the door, into the refreshing, blessed cool night air and barreled down the path, far from the smoke and flames.

The temple was being engulfed by uncontrollable flames. The man glanced at the destruction before his eyes came to rest on the women in front of him. “Someone tried to do away with me while I slept,” he began, “Audacious but foolish. Killing my guards and getting that close to me is another matter.”

So those shapes had been guards-Mai sighed, she had been too distracted, if she didn’t cut this chain of distractions from her mind or the rift would fall to desecration and mortals would fall to harm.

The samurai (presumably Oda Nomunaga) meets her eyes, “You there. Woman. Let go of me.”

Mai chuckles, “Oh sorry.” She let go and pulled back. The man looked over her thoughtfully. He stared at her rakusu overtop a brightly colored kimono, the religious garment indicating her servitude to Buddhism.

“You saved my life. You may be some girl the monks snuck in for amusement but I owe you my thanks.”

“The amusement of others is neither my intention nor my job, but you are welcome.”

Mai surveyed him for injury, but found none. His pale red eyes were unsettling, proud and brutal, hair a solid black. His clothes were finely made, he stood in black armor, with red tassels and a white under-haroi. As fine as the sword and as deadly as tanegashima hanging from his belt.

“What are you staring at? Surely you know who I am.”

“I really don’t.” And Mai really didn’t, it was best not to assume in this unfamiliar past.

“You saved me without knowing who I am? Not expecting reward or favor? … So be it I shall tell you my name. I am the man who rule all under the sun -”

Definitely Oda Nobunaga. “Actually, you don’t really need to tell me.” Mai started approaching the temple. She wanted to stabilize the rift before the fire watch came.

The samurai smirked, “You’re a curious woman. No one’s ever spoken so impudently to me before.” He let out a loud amused laugh that echoed far into the night before continuing, “You intrigue me, which is almost as worthy of praise as saving my life. I am the lord of Azuchi Castle and Daimyo of Owari, Oda Nobunaga.”

Devil King of the Sixth Heaven, Nobunaga Oda-and he was just in the burning Honno-ji temple-meaning…

“Pardon me for asking something strange but what year is it?”

Oda Nobunaga looked confused at the question, “It is 1582. Why?” Because in the year 1582 betrayed by Akechi Mitsuhide, Oda Nobunaga committed seppuku amidst the fiery wreckage of Honno-ji. Mai signed.

“I’ve given my name; now it’s your turn.”

Oda Nobunaga took a full step forward and took her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Oof!”

That surprised her. Nobunaga’s face was almost touching Mai’s as he smirked.

“Give me your name.”

“Mizusaki. Mizusaki Mai.”

“A good name.”

“Glad you approve. Now let go of me.”

Mai brushed off his hand and would have continued walking towards the burning temple if she hadn't heard a large group coming their way.

A finely dressed samurai, with grey hair in a white coat, a black chest piece and long lavender hakamas, ran to Nobunaga crying “Oyakata-sama, you’re safe!”

The man arrived at the front of a unit of soldiers, rushing toward the two.

“Mitsunari? Why are you here? Where is Hideyoshi?” Nobunaga said.

“Hideyoshi-sama sent me ahead. He should be here shortly.” He took in the sight of the burning temple with a frown. “We received information about an assassination attempt. It appears to have been true. I had my men search the grounds but whoever it was had already fled.“ Mitsunari glanced at the women beside him, "If I may ask who is this? I saw the two of you leave the temple together.”

"Mai, present yourself to my subordinate." Nobunaga indicated Mitsunari with a nod and then waited.

“I’m sorry, did I miss the part where I became a subordinate too? I don't have to follow your orders."

Nobunaga glared, “Then you’re choosing to disobey me?”

“It seems to be hard not too when one is so set on things going his way.”

Mitsunari coughed before chiming in, “Please this is on me. It was rude of me not to introduce myself first. My name is Ishida Mitsunari. I serve at the side of Toyotomi Hideyoshi-sama, Oyakata-sama’s right hand man.”

"Nice to meet you. I’m Mizusaki Mai."

Nobunaga gestured to Mai once again, "I don’t know who she is, but she roused me and saw me to safety.”

“She did! I can’t thank you enough for protecting our lord’s life.“ Mistunari bowed enthusiastically deep in a show of thanks.

“But what brought you here tonight?” Mitunari continued his questions, “You dress like a nun, but your attire is quite unusual. Are you from abroad?”

“It was the gods’ lightning that guided me here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a fire to be dealt with and a fox to strangle.”

“What?” “What?!” was the response from both men.

They stared in shock and then disbelief.

“You poor thing. The smoke from the fire was very disorientating, I'm sure.” Mitsunari grabbed her shoulder and began guiding her away from the smokey temple grounds.

Nobunaga laughed, “Are you claiming it was a kitsune who tried to kill me?”

“I never implied that is what the kitsune was plotting, only that I know he is involved.” One of them is referring to a wily bastard of a man, the other is referring to an actual mythical being.

Mistunari interrupted, pushing the two further away, “Sit down over there and get some fresh air. Someone will bring you a change of clothes.” Mai’s sleeves were black with soot, and the hemline was burned several inches higher.

“Once you’re freshened up, you’ll feel much better.”

“Thank you.” Mai quickly bowed as a soldier approached with a bundle in his hands.

Mitsunari said, “Now let’s get you into these shall we, Ojou-sama? Prepare a tent!” before walking off to conduct the soldiers. Mai redressed in the yellow kimono, white obi, and orange haori. She changed into the clean white tabi before putting on her old geta again. Her hair clung to her back, the two braids at her temples not unwinding. Once she stepped out of the tent, Ishida-san guided her to the center of the hastily assembled camp.

“Wait, right here.“ he said, ”I’ll bring you a cup of good clean water to clear your throat. “ With him gone the only other person nearby was Nobunaga.

"You clean up well”

Mai glared as his eyes lingered in return. She turned and kept her gaze on the entrance waiting for Ishida-san to return. The smoke from the Temple started to clear. Ishida-san’s troops must have put out the fire. As she breathed the clearing air, someone parted the curtain and entered camp but it wasn’t Ishida-san.

A fox-like man, and Mai knew fox-like, approached, “Oyakata-sama. I see you are well.”

“Mitsuhide?” Nobunaga questioned his surprise appearance.

Him? The person who started this whole incident, no—the history is different this time, but how?

“I hurried when I heard about the attack,” Mitsuhide seemed not in the least bit hurried, “but it seems there was nothing for me to worry about.”

“You worry?” Nobunaga smirked, ”Don’t make me laugh. I’ve never even seen you sweat.”

Yet another person entered the camp. This, this was a man in a hurry. “Oyakata-sama! Are you injured?” He cried!

“The only injury I suffered is my pride in letting my assailant escape.” Nobunaga responded.

“I see.”

“And now Toyotomi Hideyoshi shows up!” Mai said offhandedly, she continued to study the temple ground from a distance.

“Aren’t we outspoken? Have we met?” the correctly assumed Hideyoshi said this pointedly.

Nobunaga scolded him. “Let her be. Her name is Mizusaki Mai. Oh yes and she saved my life.”

Hideyoshi asked, “Akechi-san, what are you doing here?”

And Mitsuhide returned a, “ I was wondering the same thing. I didn’t know you were in Kyoto. What about the campaign?”

“When I heard about the threat to our lord’s life I dropped everything to come here. But I never heard anything about you being in Kyoto.”

Mitsuhide frowned, “Are you implying something?”

“Can you swear before our daimyo that you weren’t plotting anything?” Hideyoshi barked out.

Mitsuhide didn’t answer him. The two locked eyes, tension filling the space between them. Hideyoshi is already suspicious that he is responsible for the attack.

Finally, Mitsuhide said, “All men have secrets in chaotic times. Are you saying you act with no ambition of your own?”

“Stop being evasive! Confess!” Hideyoshi said, his eyes flared. He gripped his sword, ready to draw. “If I find that you played any part in this attack on our lord, Akechi-san, I’ll show you no mercy.”

“It wasn’t him…” Mai said, still facing away, she began untangling her hair.

“What?”

Mai looked back and said, "I caught a glimpse of the man who attacked Nobu—um, Oda-sama, but the drape of his clothes was all wrong. And Mitsuhide is spotless.” The bells the man wore also reminded her of monks. “And we were both covered in soot.” He still smelled of soot actually.

"Mizusaki-san, was it? Stay out of this.” Hideyoshi said rudely, “We’ll settle things with you later and learn why you’ve schemed to get so close to Oyakata-sama.”

“Excuse you,” Mai snarked,“I’m a nun with no interest in scheming-” A lie. Two actually, she hasn’t been a nun in a long while.

Nobunaga said, “Enough, Hideyoshi. Regardless of what brings Mitsuhide here, I am alive and well.”

Hideyoshi bowed his head, "My apologies, Oyakata-sama.” He immediately let go of his sword, his hand relaxing somewhat.

Nobunaga turned to Mai, “Hideyoshi, Mitsuhide. Leave us. I have something to discuss with Mai-gozen.”

"With me?“ Gozen?

They stepped outside as Nobunaga approached. "Your discourteous manners aside, you saved my life. I’m intrigued by you. You’re a woman who carries fortune’s favor of that I’m certain.”

Mai’s eyes widened. Nobunaga had slipped one arm around her waist, pulling her possessively toward him, his voice close, “How would you like to rule the world at my side?”

“Apologies, but I really must go; I have my duties, and you have your nation to unite…” And with that prediction for the man, she fled towards the edges of camp. “What did you say to Me!” Nobunaga called after her. Toyotomi-san and Akechi-san called on her but she fled the small camp, racing into the forest.

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Warlord Roasting By An Open Fire (NSFW)

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Nobunaga Oda x f!MC Warnings: NSFW, Oral sex (female receiving) vaginal penetration Written by: @voltage-vixen Prompts: Sleigh ride your partner into holiday bliss & Bodies roasting by an open fire

The village that surrounded the perimeters of Azuchi Castle fell silent as it was the grave of eve on a nipper winter night. Specks of white snow droplets coated the grounds, painting the terrain in a luminescent blanket of ivory fluff. Within the walls of the dwellings that lined the streets of the Oda Clan territory, the villagers slumbered peacefully. Everything and everyone in the town was tranquil-

-Save for the moans and groans echoing from the tenshu of the Great Lord himself.

Flames from the fire cackled, burning an immense heat that elicited tricklets of sweat from the body of Nobunaga’s Fireball as she thrusted her hips again and again while her warlord squirmed beneath her in pleasure. With each roll of MC’s body grinding and tightly clenching the passion between his thighs, Nobunaga’s torso would ascend in attempt to trace his fingers along the curves of his lover, only to be denied by his lucky charm as she would firmly tap his chest back down against the surface of the futon.

“My lord, shall I remind you again? Naughty boy. Tonight, I will be the one to pleasure you.”

To punish Nobunaga for defying her orders, MC ceased her movement; drawing a testy growl from the man who held her heart’s affection. His cock twitched inside of MC in a fit of impatience, forcing her to bite her lip to lull the moan threatening to escape at how damn good Nobunaga and all of his glory felt against the slickness of her walls.

“Once again, my lucky charm isn’t very skilled at keeping her true desires hidden,” Nobunaga crooned, smirking at MC’s slight curl of her mouth. “If you wish to please me, allow me to hearken in the harmony of your angelic voice.”

While pondering the weight of Nobunaga’s declaration, MC’s eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of her head when an abrupt jolt of the warlord’s pelvis ascended to deepen their enjoinment.

“It pleases me when I can survey you from underneath,” Nobunaga crooned, wiggling the arch of his eyebrow enticingly as his gaze shifted towards the bareness of her supple breasts that were jiggling from when her back arched at his recent movement. His words heeded no repeating since MC swiftly propped her chest out and her hands encompassed the soft mounds of flesh. Nobunaga’s voice hitched; memorized by the marvelous sight of her fingers kneading the skin he longed to caress.

“You drive me crazy,” he breathed, his confession nearly bordering along the lines of a plea. “You’ve left me ravenous for you. Satisfy me and allow your lord a taste. I shall not heed in anticipation naught a moment longer. Take your rightful place upon my mouth.”

Eager of the naughtiness she knew was about to be instilled upon her, MC dug her nails into the sheet of the futon. Crawling up the length of Nobunaga’s body, she paused once settled over his face and braced herself. MC gasped when Nobunaga’s hands cupped the mound of her ass and pulled her down where his tongue was zealously awaiting.

“Ah, yes, Nobunaga!!” she screamed at the blissful intrusion of him assaulting her. “Yes, eat me for as long as your heart desires. Grant me the release to cum, my lord. Taste what I have to offer. Lick me clean until my nectar quenches your thirst.”

Nobunaga’s tongue grazed along at her walls; his pace leisurely, yearning to stall out the session of pleasing. Not wanting to leave any part of her body neglected, Nobunaga’s teeth found the velvet of her folds. His gentle nibbles earned a moan of gratification from MC from the thrill the delightful friction was eliciting. Teasingly grazing his nose against the swell of her clit, the warlord’s large palms traveled to the sway of her breasts, murmuring in delight as he toyed and squeezed while her hips snapped into a rhythmic bounce and carried on with her mission of vigorously riding him until the both were left content.

The electric of each one of Nobunaga’s fondles were only turning MC on more and more. She grew wetter and wetter, eventually feeling a pool of her wetness drizzle onto the inner surface of her thigh. MC’s eyes half-shut when the onset of fluttering in her lower belly pushed her into the brink of a delirious state.

With MC’s body jolting from the waves of electricity, she collapsed down beside Nobunaga’s side and snuggled under his arm. Her head rested on the perspiration trickling down his chest. The embers of the flames continued to burn hot, yet paled in comparison to the heat scorching through Nobunaga’s frame.

“My greedy girl,” Nobunaga hummed, his lips curling in amusement at the way MC was provocatively gaping at his naked torso. “Are you already prepared to engage in more sweetness? I myself am ready. No matter how often we make love, I could never grow disinterested in you.”

Their gazes locked upon one another, and the obvious passion was coated in MC’s eyes. Words were not needed to express consent since MC nodded in haste, curling her fingers to fasten her grip onto his shoulders. Lifting her hips to align with Nobunaga, the woman gasped when the thickness of his erection stretched her. Immersed with the newfound fullness inside of her, MC stroked the side of Nobunaga’s cheek and met his gaze.

“You’re not the only one who could never grow disinterested either, my lord,” MC asserted. Wiggling her hips in encouragement, MC’s eyes disappeared into the back of her head when Nobunaga eventually did thrust forward. Nothing else around them mattered as the heat of their bodies rose.

Fulfilling the inclinations of their mutual pining became their only objective as they crashed into each other. Over and over, each thrust became more desperate to satisfy the magnitude of their cravings.

As snowflakes continued to drape the town’s structure and chill the air outside, the outpour of heat continued to incline in the tenshu, even long after the burning flames of the roasting fire ceased in the wee hours of the early morning.

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nobunagas-chatelaine · 2 years

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Ikemen sengoku and Cinnamon rolls

Looks like a cinnamon roll is a cinnamon roll.

-Mitsunari, Hideyoshi, Yoshimoto, Ranmaru

2. Looks like they can kill you and will kill you.

-Kenshin, Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Motonari, Kicho, Kanetsugu

3. Looks like they'll kill you but is a cinnamon roll.

-Yukimura, Sasuke

4. Looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you.

-Ieyasu, Shingen

5. Dresses up like a cinnamon roll.

-Sasuke, MC

6. Will kill you by feeding you cinnamon rolls.

-Masamune, Shingen

7. Will kill you by stuffing your ass with cinnamon rolls.

-Nobunaga, Motonari, Kicho

8. Adds poison to your cinnamon rolls.

-Motonari, Kennyo

9. Offers you his "cinnamon roll" 😉.

-Masamune, Shingen, Nobunaga, Motonari, Kenshin, Mitsuhide, Keiji

10. Is allergic to cinnamon roll.

-Ieyasu, Keiji, Kanetsugu, Yoshimoto

11. Eats cinnamon roll with the wrong dip.

-Kicho, Mitsuhide, Ranmaru

12. Suggests food play with cinnamon rolls.

-Masamune, Mitsuhide

13. Pretends to "smoke" a cinnamon roll.

-Motonari

14. Brings a new recipe for cinnamon rolls.

-Masamune, Motonari

15. Feeds cinnamon rolls to animals and is oblivious to the fact it isn't suitable for them.

-Ranmaru, Kennyo, Yoshimoto

16. Shat an entire cinnamon roll.

-Masamune, Keiji, Sasuke

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Nobunaga heat 😚

Oh Nobunaga! My favorite tyrant of the heart ^_^ Approx. 900 words of our carnelian-eyed menace and heat.

Nobunaga could not sleep. The air in the tenshu was thick and hot and still. The night sky above, clouded and heavy, as if conspiring to keep the darkness as sweltering as the day. He shifted disconsolately on his futon, until he finally gave up on the notion and went to stand on his balcony.

There wasn’t enough breeze to even stir his hair, but just being out here made him feel a little better. His thoughts spun through the events of the day, the concerns of his growing empire, and finally, with some anticipation, landed on the chatelaine. She’d been avoiding him of late. He knew it. Afraid of what another game of go might cause her to yield.

He smiled, thinking of her saucy responses to him. When she forgot to be nervous, she was deeply amusing. And more. There was something about his lucky charm that made him feel peaceful. That was what he wanted right now.

Nobunaga sent a servant scurrying to fetch her.

She came up the stairs with a reluctant gait. He could almost hear the resistance to his summons in every step. And the first words out of her mouth as she entered his room were defiant. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“No. Do you?” He glanced at her over his shoulder. She stood in the dimlit room, as distant as she could get from his balcony perch.

“Well . . . not exactly, no. But it’s really late. Or early. Anyway, that’s not the point! I was sleeping and you sent someone to wake me up! They had me dress in a hurry and run up here and - and there’s not even an emergency.” She ran her fingers through her hair, suddenly all nerves again, the anger bleeding out of her.

Nobunaga felt an uncharacteristic guilt over waking her like that. She must have been worried to get such a vague, urgent message. But he shunted that emotion away and gave no sign of it in his expression. “Come here.”

She took a few steps in his direction, then paused. “You aren’t planning to play go, are you? Because I’m way too tired for that.”

“No. No games tonight.” He looked back out over the town, listening to her slow steps.

The chatelaine stopped at the railing, more than an armslength away. “Well, good.” Then her head snapped up at some sudden thought. “I hope you aren’t under the impression I’m going to warm your bed either. I thought we were clear on that.”

“Warm my bed?” Nobunaga chuckled. “On a night like this, I think it is quite hot enough.”

“Then . . . what do you want?”

Just you, he thought, his carnelian eyes turning toward her. He took in her lovely profile, the wisps of loose hair that clung to her neck and stuck to her cheek. “Sit.”

Her jaw clenched. “I am not some pet you can order around, mister warlord.”

He grinned. Ah that fire of hers. “Fireball, sit. Please.”

She seemed to debate whether or not the courtesy was enough. Apparently the yes vote won out as she sat down and leaned her back against the railing. “There’s a little bit of a breeze up here at least. I think it’s cooler than my room.”

“Is it?” He turned toward her. She was wearing a hastily tied kimono, thin enough that it was almost opaque had there been any light to shine through it. Her bare legs stuck out the bottom, showing his conquered territory up to her silken thigh. But he didn’t feel lust for her tonight - or not much - just a satisfaction that she was here.

The chatelaine nodded.

Nobunaga lowered himself to the floor near her.

“Umm. What are you doing?” She eyed him the way she might a strange dog, one that was equally likely to bite as to wag his tail.

He grinned. “Just be still. I am not conquering new territory tonight. And then he laid down, settling his head on those lovely thighs. “You will be my pillow.”

The chatelaine shifted a bit under him, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. “I don’t think I like this. Wouldn’t you rather have a real pillow? I can get one for you.”

“No. Now be quiet.” He shut his eyes and let himself relax into her presence. Her soft skin, the slight sweet floral scent of her perfume, and the sound of her breath and heart beat eased his tension. “Talk to me,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Tell me about your work. Your day. Anything you like.” He kept his eyes closed, cheek pressed to her leg. It was comfortable there, despite the heat. Perhaps it was just the softness of her. The gentleness that she carried with her everywhere she went.

The chatelaine sighed and after a moment, began to talk. She told him about her day. The work she did, the things she saw, people she met. There was so much joy in it. He fell still, his restlessness retreating. And with his stillness, she too let go of her worry.

Nobunaga felt himself drifting into an empty, peaceful darkness. A place where his ambitions did not reach. A place where his burdens did not exist.

As he let himself sink into that space, he felt her cool fingers brush his hair back from his face. “You know, like this you’re much cuter,” the chatelaine said softly. There was warm affection in her voice and in her touch. His last thought before the darkness took him was of her. How precious she’d become to him. Love, his dream-self whispered, though waking he would have denied it.

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aquagirl1978 · 11 months

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Can you make a headcanon for the Ikemen Sengoku guys getting jealous due to the MC like flirting with another man? Mainly, Ieyasu, Nobunaga, Masamune, Mitsuhide, Shingen and Kennyo's reactions?

Thank you for this request, anon. Hope you're having a great weekend!

IKEMEN SENGOKU HEADCANONS - JEALOUS WARLORDS (Ieyasu, Nobunaga, Masamune, Mitsuhide, Shingen, Kennyo)

Ieyasu Tokagawa

Did he notice you spending a bit too long chatting with that merchant? No, of course not - Ieyasu does not know feelings of jealousy. He sternly calls your name, stealing your attention from the merchant, reminding you of the schedule you need to adhere to. For the remainder of the shopping trip, he demands that you stay by his side so he can keep a close eye on you - there is no time to waste with worthless chatter.

Nobunaga Oda

How dare that man engage your attention, even for a fraction of a moment, during a party in Nobu's honor! He immediately calls over another servant, and asks her to take over tea service for you. Nobu sees you frown when your replacement informs you of what's going on. He waits for you to make eye contact before waving you over. To his side. Where you belong.

Masamune Date

Is that another man talking to his lass? His hand is on his sword in a gut reaction, he slows his steps down the hallway so as to not scare you by surprise. Is that your laughter he hears? His fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword, ready to bare his fangs and show this other guy who owns your heart. Masamune's face falls when he overhears the man say goodbye, his chance to fight for you love slowly walking away.

Mitsuhide Akechi

Little mouse, are you trying to get my attention by flirting with the merchant? His golden eyes glitter as he watches you discuss the different fabrics, your eyes lighting with a passion he so rarely sees outside of the bedroom. He is filled with curiosity as to what he could do in the bedroom to elicit a similar, passionate reaction from you later tonight. As soon as you are done with your purchase, Mitsuhide whispers to you that this shopping excursion is over, and it is time to return home.

Shingen Takeda

Shingen's brows furrow, his eyes darken as he watches you talk to the guest at the party. He notices your bright smile as you touch this man's arm. Confident that this is just an accidental touch, he continues to watch you as this man doesn't take his eyes off of you. Nor you he. Shingen strides over to you, a smile on his face, ready to introduce himself - as your lover. From there, he will keep a tight arm around your waist, not just to show everyone in attendance that you are spoken for, but because he just can't keep his hands off of you.

Kennyo

His eyes flicker from the flowers he is looking at - is that another man you are speaking to? He listens to you and hears the lilt in your voice - that beautiful, sweet voice that has so often comforted and calmed him, now being spoken to another man. He watched calmly as you engaged this other man in what sounded like innocent chatter. Kennyo smiled as you finished your conversation. His turn would come later that evening in the bedroom when he would make you sing his name. Over and over again.

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writingwhimsey · 3 months

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300 Follower Celebration Masterlist

300 follower celebration concluded! Here are all the fics for the event! I hope you all enjoy! I had so much fin writing all of these!

Married for the Night- ikesen Kanetsugu, fake marriage trope, fluff.

The Pirate and The Princess- ikesen Motonari, arranged marriage trop, fluff

I'm You...You're Me? HELP?!- ikepri Clavis, body swap trope, crack and fluff

The Night That Changed Everything- ikesen Shingen, one bed trope, smut fic, 18+ NSFW

Safe and Sound - ikesen Ieyasu, one bed trope, fluff

A Wish Gone Awry - ikesen Hideyoshi & Mitsuhide, body swap trope, crack fic

Ridiculous Man - ikepri Clavis, blind date trope, fluff fic

A Business Trip turns Personal - ikesen Mitsuhide, one bed trop, smut fic 18+ NWFW

A Blind Date Literally - ikepri Clavis, blind date trope, crack fic

Lazy Day - ikesen Kenshin, rainy day cuddles, fluff

Tough Negotiations - ikesen Nobunaga, enemies to lovers trope, smut NSFW 18+

Luckiest Dumbass In the World - iksen Yukimura, arranged marriage trope, fluff

Through the Storm - ikesen Kenshin, one bed, fluff

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leonscape · 2 years

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“Fathers and Daughters,” Hideyoshi: A loyal vassal and a very, very, protective father.

His hand is already on the handle of his sword the moment any boy looks at his little girl.

Note: I did do some Sengoku research, but this is still a work of fiction. A quick little fic. Enjoy!

Hideyoshi narrowed his eyes. His jaw clenched and his hands formed into fists. His daughter, Hatsu, was smiling at yet another boy. But not just any boy. Oda Nobutada, Nobunaga’s eldest son. Hideyoshi hid behind a corner and watched their friendly exchange. A small part of him felt guilty for being so nosy but his overly protective parent instincts took over instead. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the smile and blush on Hatsu’s face coupled with Nobutada’s charming boyish grin made it clear. Hideyoshi tensed up with the worst scenarios swimming in his head. “Hello Lord Hideyoshi!” Mitsunari appeared suddenly. “Oh- Why are you hiding here?” “Shh!” Hideyoshi tried to hush him, but he was too late. Mitsunari had already unknowingly announced Hideyoshi’s presence. “Father?” Hatsu called. Next to her, Nobutada’s eyes were wide and his jaw dropped. “Sir, it’s not what it looks like-” “Oh really? Then what exactly is it supposed to look like?” Hideyoshi questioned him. While the young warrior was fierce in battle, he trembled under Hideyoshi’s sharp gaze. Standing before the father of the girl he’s always liked, Nobutada gulped, “I was merely complementing her! Yes, her kimono is beautifully crafted! Fits her perfectly and her body- No! I- I meant beauty is a-accentuated. The color really brings out her eyes!” “Mhmm...” He crossed his arms. “Well in that case, you should be complimenting her mother’s skills instead,” Hideyoshi said. He smiled as he admired the kimono his wife sewed for Hatsu. “Yes, I agree, Lady Mai is a very skilled seamstress,” Mitsunari chimed in. “So were you spying on us?” Hatsu asked. “I told you to stop doing that.” Her voice was calm, but a seething anger hid under the surface. She was trembling, either out of anger or because she was about to cry. Nobutada wrapped an arm around her waist to comfort her. “Hey! You better watch those hands,” her father warned. Nobutada’s hands jumped up higher, away from any private and sensitive areas. Mitsunari tilted his head in confusion. “Is Lady Hatsu and Lord Nobutada dating?” Hideyoshi’s eye twitched. He forced a smile and chuckled wryly, “Haha, no, Mitsunari. They’re not dating. Isn’t that right?” “Haha... Right...” Nobutada trailed off. His face fell and he released Hatsu from his grip. Hatsu stormed off in a huff. She turned away before any of them could see her tears run down her cheeks. “Hatsu? Wait, where are you going?” her father followed after her. “Away from you,” Hatsu said. When Mitsunari and Nobutada were out of sight, Hatsu crouched down and cried into her knees. Hideyoshi approached her, cautiously taking a seat next to her. His hand rubbed gentle circles on her back. She tried to shrug away from him, sobbing even harder, “You always do this! Why do you always feel the need to embarrass me?” “It’s not to embarrass you. It’s for your own protection,” he answered softly. “Well I don’t need protection! I’m not a little girl anymore!” Hidesyoshi’s expression softened. His lips spread into a sad smile, “You’ll always be my little girl.” A few minutes later, Hatsu collected herself. “I know you want to protect me, but you can’t always chase off every boy I like. Maybe not for you, but for me it’s embarrassing. All the boys stay away from me now because they’re scared of getting their knee caps broken or their hands getting chopped off.” “That’s because those boys are dangerous! They’re not going anywhere near my little girl,” he said. In response, she frowned feeling another wave of sobbing coming on strong. “But- but...” her lip quivered. “I’m going to spend my life unloved,” she burst into tears again. “What are you talking about? I love you. Your mother loves you. Why everyone here loves you,” Hideyoshi reassured her but she shook her head. “Ugh! You just don’t understand what I’m saying!” Hatsu said and she ran off again. Hideyoshi sat by himself and he sighed, “I just want you to be safe. It’s because you’re my daughter that you’re in danger.” Anyone with a grudge against the Oda could come after her and take her hostage or worse. Pushing those thoughts aside, he stood up and headed off to war council.

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Hidemune bowed to Hideyoshi. “It’s nice to see you again, Lord Hideyoshi.” “You can drop the honorifics, Hidemune,” Hideyoshi smiled. The younger man looked up and returned the smile. “I’m glad to see you in good health.” “Thank you, and you too.” he said politely. At that moment, Tadamune stumbled into the room. “Hey everyone!” Tadamune greeted. With a goofy grin planted on his face, he plopped down next to his brother. “Father said he’ll be ten minutes late.” “If you two are here on time, then why can’t he be on time as well? Wouldn’t it make sense to arrive together?” Hideyoshi’s brows furrowed. Tadamune’s grin was strikingly similar to Masmune’s mischievous grin. Hideyoshi felt a headache coming on fast. “What does he even do in those ten minutes? Does he purposely wait outside for ten minutes?” Hideyoshi grumbled. War council started, without Masamune, but it wasn’t long before the screen doors opened. “Hey everybody, sorry I’m late. There was an emergency,” Masamune said. His daughter, Iroha silently followed him in and took a seat off to the side. “What kind of emergency?” Mitsuhide questioned him. “Heh, just a few lads lookin’ for a fight,” Masamune answered. Tadamune giggled too while Hidemune sighed. “Why? Did something happen?” Mitsunari asked. “We ran into some guys in town. They were mighty interested in our sister,” Tadamune said. In response, Hideyoshi stopped scowling. It was an emergency he understood very well. Just this one time, he decided to overlook Masamune’s tardiness. Ieyasu sighed, getting everyone’s attention, “Can we please get back to discussion? The sooner we discuss, the sooner we’ll be done.” And with that, their rowdiness dissipated and their meeting resumed.

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Although it wasn’t a special occasion, the warlords decided to have a small banquet. It had been a while since everyone was gathered. They chatted over good food and drink while basking in the friendly atmosphere. Iroha plonked herself down next to Hatsu. “Why the long face?” she asked, “It’s really bringing down the mood.” “Oh... Is it really? I’m sorry. I guess I’m just not in the party mood,” Hatsu huffed. She pushed her food around while leaning her head against the palm of her hand. “Do you wanna talk about it? People have told me that I’m good at that stuff so, hit me. What’s making you so broody?” “My father keeps scaring off the boys I like.” “Welcome to the club.” “Huh?” Iroha chuckled, her shoulders shaking and her eyes crinkled, “Fathers are just like that. Especially when you have a father that’s very parental by nature.” Hatsu shook her head. “No, you don’t get it. My father always threatens them even if they’re just looking.” “My father always challenges them to a fight. In fact it happened earlier today. I was talking to someone about exchanging some recipes, and of course Tadamune blew it out of proportion,” Iroha simply laughed it off, “Anyway, your father’s just looking out for you. He really cares about you.” “How are you all okay with this?” Hatsu asked. Iroha shrugged, “When you have protective father and lots of brothers, you get used to it.” “It just feels like I’m not allowed to love or anything. Today I got caught with Nobutada,” Hatsu told her and she slumped against the table. “Well there’s your problems; going after the bad boys, and he’s even engaged!” “He’s not a bad boy. He’s very charming and thoughtful. I know he’s engaged to a daughter of the Takeda, and I shouldn’t interfere, but there’s still a chance right?” Tadamune threw his arm around Hatsu’s shoulder without warning. Using the natural weight of his arm, he pulled her in close. “All right, that’s enough talk about that twerp. How about I court you instead? I could make you forget all about him,” Tadamune’s boisterous laugh livened up Hatsu’s depressed air around her. “Woah! Easy, Tadamune, you’re gonna pop her head off if you do that any harder!” Iroha scolded her brother. Hideyoshi’s fatherly senses were tingling and he immediately looked in the direction of Tadamune’s laughter. “No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not!” he stood up and marched over to save his daughter. “Heh, things just got interesting,” Masamune said. “I really can’t blame a lad for trying to woo a pretty girl.” “Tadamune, unhand Hatsu!” Hideyoshi demanded. He just laughed again, “Well what does the lass want?” Hatsu cuddled closer into Tadamune’s embrace. “Ah, looks like she can’t resist my warmth. As long as she’s okay with it, I think I’ll stay by her side a little longer.” “But Hatsu!” Hideyoshi protested. Nobunaga’s voice stopped scene from getting too out of hand, “Hideyoshi, that’s enough.” “But my Lord-” “Stop making a fool out of yourself. You look like a confused monkey jumping around like that.” Nobunaga shook his head. Ieyasu chimed in as well, “I don’t see the point of getting worked up over this. You do realize that she’ll be married one day, right?” Mai went over to a sulking Hideyoshi to comfort him. Of course he knew that one day someone would marry Hatsu and snatch her away. He just never wanted that day to come. Hatsu wiggled out of Tadamune’s grip and she ran into her father’s arms. “I’ll still love you, no matter how far apart we are, or how much time passes,” she tells him. “I’ll always love you too, my little monkey.” “Hey! I told you to stop calling me that!” “But you’ll always be my little monkey!”

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