#ikesen shingen takeda | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

beneathashadytree · 3 months

Text

PAINTING - SHINGEN TAKEDA X READER

Warnings : implications of sex, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : spicy (just tension, no NSFW!)

Word count : 0.8K words

Additional info : I know I haven’t written in literally 5 months or so, but I decided to come back with everyone’s favorite middle-aged otome man.

Tip jar if you’d like to buy me a Ko-Fi!

Masterlist

“You seem to be enjoying this.” Their voice light-hearted as they spoke, a look of amusement made its way on their face. Tracking their lover’s movements with their eyes, it was rather endearing to see.

“Very much, actually,” he replied in the same manner, an absent-minded smile on his face as he continued his actions. A gentle hand tipped their chin upwards. “Keep your head up for me, darling?”

Humming, they obeyed and stilled in their position, closing their eyes shut as they did. In return, Shingen’s index finger deftly brushed across their eyelids, each movement careful and precise. “Which color did you choose for my eyes?”

“Would you be too surprised if I said a shade of reddish brown?”

Huffing out a laugh, they thought that he couldn’t possible be more predictable. There once was a time when they couldn’t have deciphered the thought process behind any of his actions, but now that they were so intimately acquainted and so intricately entwined with each other, it felt like understanding him came as second nature.

“I’ll pretend not to notice that you have a penchant for decking me out in your colors.”

As they said this, his hand that had previously cradled their chin came up to stroke at their cheek, drawing invisible lines of his reverence against their skin. Somehow, even that sliver of a touch felt sensual when done so gently by his large calloused hands.

And it really, really didn’t help that he then chose to speak into their ear in a low purr that warmed the depths of their core. “Can you blame a man for being a little possessive? Deities are, after all, infamously hard to be blessed by.”

“Flatterer,” they chuckled, a little breathlessly as Shingen playfully nipped at their earlobe, earning a jangle by the dangly gold earrings he’d adorned them with.

“Only an old man as your worshipper, my dear.” Pulling back, he seemed to seriously contemplate as he stared down at the makeup palette in his lap. The colors were so stunningly vibrant, and so rich that they knew perfectly well that he must’ve spent an ungodly amount of money on these, straight from the ports abroad.

He seemed to—unsurprisingly—settle on a dark shade of red for their lips. Slight alarm seeped into their voice as they half-jokingly said. “I hope you don’t intend to make me into some sort of clown.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Dipping a thin brush into a pot of water, he expertly swished it through the creamy pot of alluring red. His thumb teasingly swiped against their lower lip, eliciting a soft gasp from them, before beginning to slowly paint over it, like he was creating his own masterpiece.

They tried to call his name. “Shi—“

Quick to hush them, he pulled the brush away for a few seconds, just to kiss at the corner of their mouth—close enough to have them anticipating more, but not close enough to smudge the lipstick he’d applied so painstakingly. “Patience,” he murmured against their skin, lips merely brushing against them once more. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your makeup.”

The warmth pooling in their belly was too hard to ignore now. It felt like an inferno was brewing inside of them, aching to burst out them and pull him in, deeper and deeper. They knew, with all certainty, that their eyes now carried a hungry gleam that he would instantly recognize and pull forth. And frankly, they couldn’t care less. Perhaps it was a consequence of having married such a sensual man, but they’d grown quite shameless.

“You’ll ruin it anyways, won’t you?” They looked up at him through their eyelashes; something they knew made him all the weaker at the knees.

Shingen stifled a groan in his throat at the sight of them, all but dropping the brush unceremoniously to the side and pushing away all the makeup products he’d gone to such great lengths to obtain. Spoiling his darling like this could wait. Now, he clearly had a different idea of catering to their every whim.

“Oh, absolutely.” Though he sounded a little out of breath, nothing could deter him from smiling in that sultry, promising way of his. There weren’t any doubts in their mind that this was an oath he’d sworn to himself; that he’d pleasure them to the point of no return and till they could remember nothing but him and his passion.

Guiding them back onto the futon they’d yet to have made after their morning tryst, his nimble hands were soon dancing up the warmth expanse of their skin, pushing the hem of their clothes up with every inch he mapped out with his touch.

“We’ll see how ethereal you’ll look when you’re in nothing but makeup and those brand new earrings of yours.”

Taglist: —

27 notes · View notes

nochekeso · 1 year

Text

I am back from the ded full of love for shingen!! Toying with the idea that shingen is the one that gets isekaid instead of mc ft. My version of mc :))

#my art #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen shingen takeda #ikesen shingen #ikemen sengoku shingen #cybird #kesoart

68 notes · View notes

little-butterfly-writes · 2 years

Note

Hello, you! 💕

It's my time to pay you back for all those Shingen thoughts you put in my head 👀

So~ Would you be so kind as to indulge me with some Shingen fluffy HCs? (Maybe some smooches, cuddles, and lots of flirting ? 🙈💜)

Love youuu 🥰

Heya babe! And yes, of course you can babe. I hope I supplied what you were looking for! (P.s, some of them may be similar, but that's up for you to decide)

Warnings - Spoilers for chapters around 5+

Genre - Fluff

Some random Shingen headcanons

He absolutely loves sweets, no doubt. But if you ever express concerns (or show, because he picks up on it) that he's eating too much, he'll cut back. You'll notice he gets a little irritated or extra affectionate to make up for the loss of his sugar, mainly the latter.

He lets you in on some, to your knowledge all, of his hiding spots for his sweets. Just in case you rat him out to Yukimura, he still has a few spots. But as it says above he will lessen his intake of sweets if you express concern and give a small kiss.

Whenever you're walking down the halls of the castle or going to work within there, out of nowhere he'll pull you into a corner, bend you backwards, and kiss you deeply.

Shingen absolutely loves it when you put your hands on his mouth-wateringly large pecs. No matter what activity you're up to, whether it's cuddling or more, it makes your "delicate hands" look so small.

He loves holding hands with you, but always feels guilty since it reminds him of when you were his "hostage."

Due to his pneumonia, Shingen lost touch with his love of nature as it was always a struggle just walking for long periods of time, or breathing in the fresh air because of the pollen. After getting treated for his conditions with your help, he loves going on dates that involve the outdoors with you, only if you're interested.

If you tease or flirt with Shingen back, he can't help but blush a little. It's a change of pace from what he is so used to. But be prepared as he'll flirt back in tenfold.

Shingen LOVES back massages, he carries a lot of weight, whether it's his great sword or heavy armor (or you, which is light as a feather to a man like him) it feels great on his tired muscles. He will always repay you though.

Shingen likes when you accidentally say a future word around him and have to explain what it means. Sometimes he'll use the terms himself, some of them being a little inappropriate.

Whenever he's sick, Shingen will ask for a kiss from you, his goddess/god, so he can recover quicker…. Except he never lets you kiss him on the lips in fear of getting you sick. It's mainly a way to get rid of your worries and fluster you.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen shingen #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikesen shingen #ikesen shingen takeda #ikemen sengoku shingen takeda #ikemen sengoku fluff #ikesen fluff #ikesen headcanons #ikemen sengoku headcanons

48 notes · View notes

mynameiskan · 21 days

Text

Requested by @oda-princess

[ A lovely day with lord Kenshin. ]

Just a normal day in Kasugayama castle.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen fanart #kan art #ikemen sengoku art #uesugi kenshin #ikesen kenshin #takeda shingen #ikesen shingen #sanada yukimura #ikesen yukimura #sarutobi sasuke #ikesen sasuke #naoe kanetsugu #ikesen kanetsugu

58 notes · View notes

the-stumbling-samurai · 16 days

Text

The Warlords- Dad Headcanon: Shingen Takeda

Hi I am just trying to get my thoughts out as I obsess alone over this series. I am feeling just very domesticated this week and have a ton of headcanons and scenarios about these guys as dads and can't help myself :')) I love them so much

First up is Shingen because I am just in love with the man, unconditionally.

>sweetest girl dad to I'm gonna say 3 princesses.

>Hair bows and flowers and dolls everywhere.

>They practice putting ribbons in his hair right in the middle of war council meetings with Kenshin and his vassals and it doesn't phase him one bit. Makes uncle Yukimura the make up guinea pig though.

>Will go out of his way to have tea with them every day he can.

>His girls are the pride and joy of Kai and he will boast about them to anyone who asks

>Oh boy though are they some warriors.

>Oldest child is stoic and somehow takes after Uncle Lord Kenshin.

>Middle child spends too much time with Yukimura. He's actually very sacred of her. nagging little sister energy.

>Youngest daughter is an absolute monster and Shingen loves it when he isn't the target of her assaults.

>Wants his daughters to be fierce warriors, but amazing women and supports them in nearly everything they are interested in.

".. The Takeda Forces will attack from the north, as originally planned." Shingen states, trying to point to the location on the map in front of him."Yukimura. I need you to-"

"Daddy hold still!" The little girl behind him orders, taking another lock of his hair into her grasps as she tries fitting it into another bow. "You keep messing it up!" Shingen clears his throat, leaning over slightly so his daughter can reach better."Yukimaru, as I was saying... I need you to lead the men before down in order to surprise the Oda forces. We can have them surrounded by-" "Yuki can't do anything until his nails are dry!" The middle girl chimes in, looking up as she blows on Yukimura's freshly painted hands. He grimaces, looking over at Shingen who just sighs once again, continuing. "What do you think, Kenshin?" He asks, looking across to his ally, who was eying Shingen's oldest child suspiciously while she staring at him, wide eyed and unblinking. "Is... she okay?" Kenshin asks, unwilling to break eye contact with her. "Yeah she's fine. that's how she says hi." Shingen waves his hand dismissively, handing his daughter another ribbon to tie into his hair. "Anyways...."

#ikesen shingen #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #shingen takeda ikemen sengoku #Warlord fathers headcanons #cybird ikemen

47 notes · View notes

oda-princess · 3 months

Text

You can't tell me this ain't them XD

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen kenshin #ikesen shingen #ikesen memes #Kenshin uesugi #Takeda shingen

76 notes · View notes

candied-boys · 5 months

Text

Two very handsome teddy bears

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikesen #ikesen shingen #ikemen sengoku shingen #takeda shingen #luke randolph #ikemen prince luke #ikemen prince luke randolph #ikepri luke #ikemen luke

89 notes · View notes

shatcey · 6 months

Text

Yes, Kenshin, you're truely a sweetheart, but May said it a little earlier… It wasn't sarcasm… no-no)

The longer I play Shingen's route, the more certain I am… This is not his route. This is "all of them" route.

Yuki was afraid of Mai because he had heard that she was a witch. But in no time he began to worry about her more than about Shingen.

Kenshin shows great interest in her, and in a very peculiar way. He's very odd, and that's a compliment. I love everything unusual.

And Sasuke… we all know that he already loves her… he just doesn't show it… well… at all. (He's next… can't wait)

#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #cybird #ikemen games #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #kenshin uesugi #ikemen kenshin #ikesen kenshin #yukimura sanada #ikesen yukimura #ikemen sengoku yukimura #sasuke sarutobi #ikemen sasuke #ikesen sasuke #ikemen sengoku sasuke #shingen takeda #ikesen shingen #ikemen sengoku shingen

90 notes · View notes

cottoncandy-cult · 23 days

Text

Sengoku Babysitting

I used a wheel to determine which guys I'd write for~

Intro:

"So…Why do you have a stranger's kid?…" (Y/n)'s lover stared blankly at her; a singular eyebrow quirked as he watched how she cradled a sleeping child to her chest. "One of my friends amongst the seamstresses is having to babysit her nephew because her sister is ill, since I've already finished all my commissions I offered to watch him for her." She giggled, gently brushing her fingers over the child's chubby cheeks. Her lover seemed skeptical about toting a kid around the castle, but because of how much fun she seemed to be having he had been willing to just let it happen.

Shingen

The large male chuckled from where he sat next to (Y/n), sipping his tea as he watched his lover settle the baby in her lap so that he was sitting up with his back against her torso. She was currently entertaining the baby with a puppet his aunt had brought from home for him, she was so focused on the giggling baby that she hadn't noticed Shingen's loving stare. At first, he wasn't sure about having an infant in the castle, but (Y/n) had handled every moment like a champ. Even the infant's cries hadn't been enough to frazzle her, instead she went about soothing him with a smile. The scene was enough to make him think, he had been with (Y/n) for some time now and since they were officially married the next logical step was a family. It wasn't something he had put much thought into previously, but seeing his wife playing with and taking care of this baby was enough to have him confronting himself over his own thoughts and feelings of the future. Shingen didn't come out of these thoughts until (Y/n) moved to sit beside him, the little baby giggling happily as its tiny hand grabbed hold of his sleeve. With a warm smile and large gentle hands, Shingen lifted the baby up to his level. "Not even 3 years old and you're a lady killer, what are you parents gonna do with you?" The baby giggled loudly as Shingen gently bounced him up and down, (Y/n) taking the moment of freedom to snag a skewer of mochi and begin digging into her own snack. "He really is adorable; his parents must have amazing genetics." (Y/n) giggled, watching her husband play with the baby boy was she ate her snack. She couldn't help but focus on her lover's grinning face, she took a good hard look at his features as she did her best to imagine him as a baby. She'd be lying if she claimed to have never thought about having a family with him, many early mornings were spent getting ready together and wondering how things would change when they had a child of their own. She couldn't help but gaze at the love of her life, wondering what he had looked like as a baby. Given how big Shingen was, she was confident he was the chubbiest of babies. A thought that made her cheeks flush as she smiled, the thought of having a chubby baby just made her happy.

Of course, Shingen had similar thoughts, especially when they walked through the Castel town and the children would recognize his goddess. The way they get so excited, wanting nothing more than to play and talk with the woman he loved. Sometimes he found himself daydreaming, wondering when the day would come that he'd be looking up from his desk to find his dear wife nurse the fruit of their labors. He's already worked out a few designs for some baby furniture, wanting to make it himself so he knew it was made right. He and his wife had discussed the baby furniture of the future before, the things she described gave him a lot of inspiration. "He's quite small, I was almost afraid to hold him at first." Shingen chuckled, resting the little boy on his leg and gently bouncing him. The large man couldn't help but chuckle as the little boy squealed happily, tiny hands gripping Shingen's sleeves as he bounced comfortably. "i know, it's been so long since I last babysat. When I first saw him, I was almost surprised he wasn't smaller, I forget sometimes they aren't as small as dolls." She giggled, reaching over to gently brush her hand against the thin layer of hair on the little boy's head affectionately. "Perhaps it's my height, but all babies seem absolutely tiny to me." Shingen chuckled, watching her give the boy some affection as she ate. "Probably, you are bigger than most other grown men so I can only imagine how little he must look to you." She giggled, putting down her skewer as she moved closer to Shingen and leaned into his side. She wrapped her arms around one of his, her head resting on his shoulder as she closed her eyes with a soft smile. Shingen could only chuckle, the little boy leaning back against his chest as he seemed to finally tucker himself out. "Now that's a good idea…" Shingen's low voice rumbled in his chest as he spoke softly, gently shifting the little boy to rest in his arm. "Since you finished your snack, why not come here and join me for a nap. The weather is wonderful." Shingen opened his arm, leaning back against the wall as his dear wife smiled at him and shook her head in mock-shame. "I suppose a nap won't hurt." She moved closer to him, slipping under his arm now and snuggled into him as she rested her head on his chest. Shingen had the boy cradled on his lap, leaning against his torso comfortably. It didn't take long for (Y/n) to sleep, Shingen had stayed awake a bit longer though. He wanted to enjoy the sight of holding his lover like this, looking down on the boy and that was how he KNEW it was about damn time he spoke to his wife about starting their family.

Kanetsugu

Kanetsugu stood speaking before a crowd of other vassals, it was a pretty standard meeting so why were these men staring at the man of the house? Because sat on his hip as he spoke was a 3-year-old girl, she was awake but quite content with the gentle bouncing and the sound of Kanetsugu's voice. His wife had to run into town to buy some stuff, so he had offered to watch the little girl since he had nothing to do after this meeting was over with. The little girl had been absolutely smitten with Kanetsugu, lighting up every time she saw him in a way similar to how his wife seemed to brighten whenever he'd come home at the end of the day. It made Kanetsugu chuckle whenever he saw it, this little girl reminded him of both his wife and his younger siblings. He took great part in raising his siblings, he remembered when they were all little like this and those memories were quite dear to him. At the end of the meeting Kanetsugu made his way to the kitchen, paying no mind to the odd stares he got and the whispers that followed him down the hall. He wanted to get the little girl a snack, so he planned to fix her some peaches since they were soft and easy to eat. On his way there he noticed his lover on her way down the hall. She was coming from the direction of their room, meaning she had dropped off her shopping. The young woman's face lit up; he couldn't help but give a slight smile at how she rushed up to him with her own wide grin. "I take it the meeting is over? Thanks for watching her while I ran into town." (y/n) smiled, reaching out to playfully poke the little girl's side and listen to her giggle. They exchanged the little girl, who had smuggled into (Y/n)'s chest. No doubt the woman was a bit more comfortable to lay on, for obvious reasons. "I was on my way to the kitchen to get her a snack, so it's perfect timing on your part. It'll be easier than cutting a peach one handed." He gently took her hand, since getting married, he had begun doing this any time they were together. She was his wife, something he was proud of and more than willing to display. "Food sounds good, lunch should be coming round soon. So hopefully she'll be done eating before then and we can eat without too much trouble." (Y/n) smiled up at Kanetsugu, the little girl resting on her arm and curled against her chest. She was sucking on her thumb, content with the steady sway of the woman's walk cycle.

"Maybe if we're lucky we can put her down for a nap after her snack, she hasn't had one today yet so it's about that time anyways." Kanetsugu lead his lover to the kitchen, his free hand running through his own hair as he found his gaze wandering away from the sky as he took in the sight of his lover with her friend's baby. It was such a domestic sight, something that made an odd feeling stir in him. He had never actually thought about it in depth, he knew he wanted a family, but he had never put a whole lot of thought into it. But confronted with the glimpse before him, it was like something was stirring awake. He no longer just wanted a family with her, he needed one. The thought of having evidence of their love made his heart speed up, a sort of primal shift growing inside of him at the thought of her having his child. It wasn't just animalistic desire though; his protective instinct was starting to twitch awake. To have a family with his wife, that would truly be his peace. It was like a new goal came into focus; one he couldn't wait to discuss with her later once the little girl had gone home with her mother for the night. So, for now he had to settle for gently squeezing her hand, giving her a fond gaze as he watched her talk about her experience at the market. When her gaze suddenly caught his, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Leaving her flustered as he released her hand and stepped through the threshold and into the kitchen. She stood at the doorway, watching him with curiosity as she failed to fight the love-struck smile that crossed her face when watching the man, she loved prepare food for the little girl in their care.

Motonari

Motonari watched his wife with a grumpy pout, on her lap was a 4-year-old that had proven to be the bane of this man's existence. This little boy would not accept anyone but her, and God forbid Motonari be allowed to hug or touch his wife. The boy didn't throw a hissy fit, oh no, worse yet the little boy would hold his palm out to Motonari with a firm but docile "No." With the most expressionless stare Motonari has seen in his life, he hadn't been able to so much as hug his wife with this little boy around. The kid refused to be held by anyone else, he was always giving Motonari such a blank faced stare and it never failed to make the man laugh out of mild frustration. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt. He was competing with a kid for his wife, and it wasn't even his kid. At the end of the day, this kid goes home with someone else, so there is NO competition. Each time Motonari reminded himself of this, rolling his eyes at the jealous side that was near desperate to hold her hand. Though there was some odd part of him that was satisfied with watching his wife interact with this little boy, even when he was fussy, she was calm as can be when handling him. Plus, there was the pride he took in having a wife so loved by so many people, she was the prize jewel out of all his treasures. Currently the two were waiting for the little boy's aunt, (Y/n)'s friend, to come and pick up the little boy for the night. The sun was an hour or two from setting, and he was doing his best to be patient as he had a staring contest with the little boy. At least until the child reached out to him, making a grabby motion that had (Y/n) lighting up. "Aw, he wants you to hold him!" She was excited, moving closer to Motonari, who for just a moment was panicking, he did not have a plan for this particular option. So he had let his wife lead him into holding the little boy on his lap, the boy sat with his back to Motonari's chest. His little head was leaned back on Motonari's collarbone, he still had one hand holding onto (Y/n)'s finger so she had to sit against Motonari's side. Seizing his chance, he slid his free arm around her waist as his other was draped over the boy's stomach to keep him steady.

"I guess you respecting his boundaries earned his trust, that's so sweet." She smiled brightly, nuzzling Motonari's shoulder in a way that never ceased to make him melt inside. This was a situation he had never imagined in his life, the male having never actually thought about having kids of his own. Sure, he knew kids existed, but he never thought about HIS kids existing. This whole situation felt so surreal, looking down at his lover and this child no longer felt real. All of a sudden it felt dreamlike, as if he was discovering something for the first time. A wide array of emotions overwhelmed him, from a strange anxiety to what could only be described as an intense contentment. He had come a long way from the person he was when he and his wife first met, but even still to have such a large discovery out of nowhere was almost startling. He hadn't felt like this since he first realized he truly loved his wife; it was a feeling that could be described with the word emotion. It was so much at once, and yet he felt calm in an odd way. His face was flaming, silently staring at his lover as he processed everything. Of course she had noticed his stare, she had trying speaking to him, but he never responded and now she was simply flustered by the look he was giving her. It was almost innocent, the flustered look mixed with confusion and surprise. Leaning forward she placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, suddenly bursting the bubble he had previously been absorbed in. It took every ounce of self-control in him not to jump, he had already embarrassed himself enough today. The hand that had been around her waist came up, pulling her close and tucking her head into the crook of his neck as he tried to hide his flustered state. These new realizations had him feeling energized in an odd way, he simply had to have her close right now. He knew the look on his face was probably quite out of character for him, and he was embarrassed to admit how little control he actually had over his current behavior. He wanted to hide his emotional state, and what better way to do that then basking in the affection and the touch of his wife that he had wanted all day. Once the boy was returned, he planned to spend the rest of the day and night with his wife in their room. He wanted only her presence, only her voice and scent. Only her.

Masamune

(Y/n) currently sat at a banquet between her boss Nobunaga and her lover Masamune, across from her was Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi. Meanwhile in her lap was a 1-one-year old little girl, the niece of a friend that was taking care of her sister until the woman's husband got home from work. Because of that (Y/n) had brought the baby to the banquet, it was fairly late, and the baby was full from where (Y/n) had taken the baby home long enough to eat and give the mom a chance to see her. The little girl had been quite content after eating, and so now she was happily babbling away at Keiji while Masamune fed his wife a bit of rice. "I shouldn't be surprised you volunteered for such a task; you always do manage to find the most amusing situations." Mitsuhide chuckled from across the woman, drinking some sake and letting a servant refill it. "She was a little fussy at first, but once she got comfortable with us it got a bit easier. Her aunt should be back to get her soon. She's just waiting for the woman's husband to come home to take care of his wife." Masamune chuckled, sitting close to his lover's side as he'd raise bites for her to take and fed her her meal before he had even touched his. He had spent most the day doing paperwork, which left (Y/n) to bear the brunt of the child's care. He wanted to give her a small break and help out now that he wasn't busy, plus he had been wanting to give her some love all day. She was just too cute, playing with and fawning over the baby girl currently in her arms. Looking at the little girl he could admit she was cute, but he just knew their baby would be even cuter. If he had a little girl that looked just like his wife, he'd be over the moon. In truth he wanted a larger family, something he and his lover had discussed many times. They want quite a few children; they hadn't really been trying for kids as of late but also hadn't been avoiding it either. But today made him feel it was time, seeing the way she cared for the little girl, even when she screamed and cried, had reaffirmed in him that they could do this, and it was about time to take the first steps officially.

Once his wife had finished her food he had set the chopsticks down, using one hand to hold one of her own as the other brought his cup of tea up to his lips so he could take a sip. "It seems so natural; I was worried you'd struggle with her when I first saw you in the halls this morning. But you seem to have everything under control." Hideyoshi smiled, taking a bite of some roasted vegetables while observing the baby girl in his friend's lap. Despite all the noise she almost seemed ready to fall asleep, the group laughing at how her tiny head bobbed before she finally gave up and completely rested across the woman's lap as her haori functioned as a makeshift cover. "I won't lie it was hard to be calm sometimes, but I eventually found a good rhythm for cycling through what she wanted or needed until I could find what I needed. Then it just kinda got easier to tell what she was wanting, plus after visiting her mom to drink her fill she's been quite content and a lot less fussy." (Y/n) giggled, gently rubbing the baby's stomach with her free hand. She watched the baby sleep with a fond gaze, her mind wandering to places that her observant friends could easily predict. For Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, and Hideyoshi; it was the same look Masamune got any time they noticed him watching her interact with the little girl. Oh yes, they knew it was only a matter of time before they had children running about the castle whenever the pair would come to visit from Aoba. "Well, at least you'll have practice for when you and Lord Masamune have a child. It'll be quite the sight to see." Mitsunari spoke openly with a fond smile on his face, and as flustered as it made her, (Y/n) couldn't fight the smile she felt forming on her face. She'd be lying if she said taking care of the little girl made her wonder how things would be when they DID have their own child, she'd love to have a little boy that looked just like her husband. Though she had known for a while she wants more than one child, as aware as she is of what childbirth is like in this era she wouldn't miss the chance to have the family she desires with the man she loves. "You guys will be the first we tell when I fall pregnant, I promise Mitsunari." She giggled some, at least until she felt Masamune's arm wrap around her waist. "It'll be more than that, we'll be staying here during your pregnancy that way I can be sure of your safety. Plus, Ieyasu will be a boon to have on standby." The blonde let out an indignant snort but said nothing back. The fussy blonde being surprisingly quiet about Masamune's desire to have him care for Hime in such a state, and none of the other warlords seemed bothered at the idea of a pregnant woman waddling around the castle. Something that both embarrassed (Y/n) and made her feel overjoyed, as she knew she had everyone's support when it came time for this new step in her life.

Kenshin

Everyone stared intently at the trio during a war council, sitting in his usual place was Kenshin. And as per usual, he was the one making a scene. In his lap sat his wife, odd but not entirely unexpected. And then on her lap was a little boy, a 4-year-old she had volunteered to watch during the day for her friend who was caring for an ill family member. The group had been stuck at the hip since the little boy's arrival, though at first Kenshin had been a little jealous and that had been why he was being more openly affectionate than usual. But it was less than 2 hours before his reasoning shifted, some part of him deeply enjoyed watching his wife happily interact with the child. He had thought about having a family with her for many years, even before they had married. Though he had yet to put his desires into words, he didn't want to pressure her and had originally decided he'd just wait for her to approach him when she was ready. But now, while Kanetsugu went over his report for his recent observation mission, Kenshin wanted nothing more than a way to bring up his desires without pressuring his love. Starting a family was a big deal after all, he didn't want her to force herself into something she isn't ready for just to try and please him. Kenshin was staring off into the distance, his chin resting on the top of his lover's head while the little boy in her lap played with a stuffed animal. His vassals watched, absolutely astonished. Even Shingen was quite intrigued with his friend's behavior, meanwhile Kanetsugu could feel his eye twitching as he figured out long ago his Lord was barely listening, and they'd probably have to talk about this again later. Of course (Y/n) wasn't dumb, she could tell what everyone was thinking, and she did kind of feel bad for Kanetsugu. Before Kanetsugu left for his mission Kenshin had the Fearsome God of war, when he returned however he was Kenshin Lord of the bunnies. Sure, he still went to war, but he had changed in many ways. Kanetsugu could recognize the good, but he often found himself surprised at how (Y/n) brought out a childlike behavior in Kenshin.

Sometimes it made Kanetsugu want to laugh, but when his Lord is just blank face no thought staring at him in the middle of a war council, he wanted to throw something. Not that he actually would. He tried to soothe himself by observing his Lord's situation while he spoke, knowing that at least Shingen, Yukimura and Sasuke were listening. From the outside, you'd almost think they were a family. A thought that did calm the white-haired male's irritation, his Lord seemed so content. Kenshin was always quite happy when he had (Y/n) in his lap, but the addition of the child seemed to bring something out of the male. Kanetsugu didn't miss how his lord had gently pulled his wife closer, the blonde man's hand occasionally coming up to pet the little boy on the head absent mindedly. It only further reassured Kanetsugu's expectation that this is likely going to be the future, he wasn't quite sure how he was gonna handle this, but he was sure it was going to involve late night drinks with a recap of the war council. By the time Kanetsugu had come to this conclusion he had finished his explanation of the survey he had been sent on, and as he stepped back to return to his previous seat Kenshin seemed to realize that everything was over. On the outside Kenshin seemed somewhat normal, but Kanetsugu could see the slight surprise in his lord's features upon realizing he had missed the entire council. "I see, I do have a few questions, but we can discuss those later. Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?" Kenshin gazed around the room, wanting to make sure there wasn't anything left to discuss before he dismissed the meeting. When it was concluded that there was nothing else to talk about, Kenshin released everyone to go back to their daily duties. "It's almost time for lunch Kenshin, did you want to go out to eat? The weather has been nice the past few days." (Y/n) smiled, leaning back so that she rested against his chest. Her head leaned back against his shoulder, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek with a warm smile. After the door had been closed and everyone left, she let the little boy up so that he could explore the room a bit. Where the two adults sat, they could see every corner of the room and could easily monitor him. "Sure, we can make a date of it. The little one won't notice, and we can stop by a tea house for dessert after if you want." Though Kenshin didn't really like sweets, he still enjoyed the tea house atmosphere while he watched her enjoy her desserts. "You know me too well." She giggled, pressing another kiss to his cheek as they spent a few quiet moments in each other's arms. Watching over the little boy in front of them, both having only the thought of discussing family with each other at the end of the night.

53 notes · View notes

writingwhimsey · 11 days

Note

Hello! I saw the prompts and I was hoping i could request! I was thinking of Shingen + the first prompt in the list, it can be written however you want <3 thank you!

Thank you for trusting me with your favorite (and one of mine, I mean how can anyone not love Shingen?)! I just love getting to write for this hunk of a loving man! Hope you and everyone else enjoys!

Smut Is In The Air

Suitor: ikesen Shingen

Prompt: "I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist."

NSFW 18+ content

Together Again

I stood eagerly waiting at the gate, my eyes looking for any sign of him. When I heard the sound of horse’s hooves on the ground, my heart leapt in my chest. A smile naturally came to my face as Shingen came into view on his horse. He looked so incredibly handsome, like a prince or brave knight on his horse.

Shingen smiled as he caught sight of me. He slowed his horse and came to a stop, dismounting and handing his horse off to one of the attendants. As soon as he was free, I rushed over to him, his arms already open and waiting for me.

“Welcome home, Shingen!” I greeted him as I threw myself into his arms, wrapping my own around his middle.

Shingen chuckled warmly as he enveloped me in his embrace. “Perhaps I should go off to more battles just so I can be greeted so enthusiastically upon my return by my beautiful goddess.”

“Oh no you don’t.” I replied, pulling back slightly to look up at him. “While I enjoy greeting you like this, I still prefer it when you’re home…and speaking of battle, you weren’t hurt at all were you?”

Shingen lifted a hand to caress my cheek. “I prefer to be home with you as well, my love.” He told me.

“I notice you didn’t answer my question. Were you hurt?” I asked.

Shingen lowered his voice so that only I could hear his next words, as there were some soldiers and attendants still around. “I did suffer, but I don’t want anyone else to know. Would you mind treating me in our room?”

I gasped as I looked up at him. “Of course!” I replied, taking his large hand. “Come on let’s go.”

It didn’t take too long for Shingen and I to reach our room. Once we did I was instructing him to sit down. “Okay, where are you injured? Let me take care of it.” I said, going to grab the bandages and other first aid supplies we kept on hand.

“My goddess is truly a wonderful one. Wanting to treat me so.” Shingen said, as he sat down.

I turned back to him and walked over to kneel down in front of him. “Where is it?” I asked.

“Mmm…it’s here.” Shingen answered, gesturing to his lips.

“Huh?”

Shingen grinned. “My lips suffered a grievous injury and the only thing that can cure them is a kiss from my one true love.”

I looked at Shingen, blinking in disbelief before smiling and shaking my head. I did playfully bat at his shoulder. “You had me worried! I thought you were seriously injured!”

“Forgive me, but I couldn’t help myself.” Shingen replied, his arms reaching for me and wrapping around me, pulling me into his lap. “Though I do consider my lips missing yours to be a great deal of suffering.”

“Well…mine have been suffering similarly as well.” I replied.

“We certainly can’t have your beautiful lips suffering any longer.” Shingen replied, his fingertips sliding beneath my chin, coaxing my gaze up to his.

Our lips met in a sweet kiss. When we broke the kiss, I looked at Shingen. “Hmm, I missed you, my love.”

“As I missed you, my darling.” Shingen replied, resting his forehead against mine. “I thought of you every night while I was away…and dreamed of you every night.”

“Really?” I asked.

Shingen nodded. “Yes. Every night. I dreamed of coming home to you. Kissing you. Holding you…I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.”

I felt myself warming at his words and how his voice pitched lower as he spoke of how he missed me. I looked deep into those gray eyes, seeing how much he loved me and desired me. I saw my own desire reflected in those gray pools. “Hmm…I think we could easily make those dreams a reality. I mean, we’ve already kissed and you’re holding me…we just have one more thing to complete.”

Shingen grinned at me. “I was hoping you would say that.” He replied, gently pushing me back on the tatami mat floor and sliding his body over mine. “I adore you, my goddess.”

I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “As I adore you, my darling.”

Shingen leaned down, bringing his lips to mine as his hands moved to caress my curves through the fabric of my kimono.

“Mmm, do not tease me, my love.” I told him, wearing a pout.

“What do you mean?” Shingen asked.

I reached and undid the obi at my waist, allowing my kimono to fall open and bare myself before his worshipful gray eyes. “I want to really feel you.” I told him, reaching for his hand and bringing it to my breast, above my heart. “Skin to skin.”

Shingen’s face flushed with pleasure. “My goddess is bold tonight…I rather enjoy it. Nor can I deny such a request.” He said, sitting up to undress himself before leaning back over me.

Shingen pulled me into his embrace, his large frame fully encompassing my smaller body. I wrapped my arms around him as our lips met in a passionate kiss. Shingen’s tongue danced teasingly along the line of my lips, slipping between them.

I eagerly met his tongue with my own, my hands sliding over the strong muscles of his back… good lord was his body amazing?! Shingen’s large hands moved over my body, caressing my tender flesh in my most sensitive of places.

Shingen’s lips moved from my mine to trail along my jaw and down the side of my neck. “Mmm, your skin is as soft as ever.” He murmured. “I’ve missed touching you over these last few weeks.”

“I’ve missed your…t-touch…” I replied, my voice turning to a moan when Shingen’s hand slipped between my thighs to toy with my sensitive bud. His long calloused fingers stroked me in the most skillful manner and perfect rhythm only Shingen could do. “Ah…Ngh…Shingen!”

“How I have missed the sound of my name being sung from your gorgeous lips.” Shingen murmured into my ear before giving a playful nibble to my lobe even as his fingers continued to stroke me, building my pleasure.

“Hmm…Shin…gen!” I moaned. “Mmm…I want…more…I need you…” I pleaded wanting to be as close to him as possible,

“I cannot deny the pleas of my goddess.” Shingen replied.

“Besides…we have to…make your dreams…come true.,.” I told him, giving him the most alluring look I could.

Shingen smiled at me, removing his fingers from between my thighs. He positioned himself between my legs. Shingen’s hungry lips captured mine, his hot tongue diving into my mouth even as he plunged his cock into me, filling me completely.

I responded, my legs wrapping around his waist, and my moans spilled into Shingen’s mouth as he filled me and overwhelmed my senses. In this moment, Shingen was all I could see and feel, he was the very air I breathed. His hands roamed over my body and his lips left mine only to trail over my neck.

“Mmm…I love worshiping you, my goddess.” Shingen murmured into my ear. “You always look so beautiful, but I especially love the way you look when I make love to you.”

“Mng… Shingen…I love you.” I told him, my voice a moan.

“As I love you, my goddess.” Shingen replied, kissing lovingly over my neck and chest, all while continuing to thrust into me.

My hips bucked of their own accord, meeting each of his thrusts. I wanted nothing more than to keep being close to Shingen. I indulged in the loving pleasure that Shingen readily shared with me. I could feel the white hot heat building up inside me as Shingen continued to make love to me.

“Shingen!” I moaned as I felt that coil that had been winding tight finally snapped, sending me into pure bliss.

Shingen let out a groan of my name as my walls clamped down on him, pulling him into his own release. His hips slowed before stopping, him remaining inside me. His forehead rested against mine, gray eyes gazing into mine with such love and desire.

He kissed me gently, lovingly on my lips. “I love you.”

I smiled up at him. “I love you, too Shingen.”

“Now…let me continue to love you. We have a lot of missed time to make up for.”

I smiled at him, lifting my hand to caress his cheek. “Only if you let me love you in turn.”

“Happily, my angel.” Shingen replied, before kissing me once again, our long passionate night only beginning. We would spend the night drowning in our love and passion for one another.

Taglist:

@limonzu @zulablaise @kisara-16 @tele86

and adding @venulus and @tiny-wooden-robot because Shingen

36 notes · View notes

beneathashadytree · 9 months

Text

ALWAYS WANTING - SHINGEN TAKEDA X READER

Warnings : implications of sex, semi-nudity, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : spicy (just tension, no NSFW!)

Word count : 1.1K words

Additional notes : Got writer’s block in the middle of me aching for this man. And yes, I do have a thing for competent, flirty older men, sue me.

Tip jar if you’d like to buy me a Ko-Fi!

Masterlist

An odd, persistent scraping sound, followed by some hacking and clinking, then repeated all over again was what woke them up from a pleasant and deep sleep. Though their limbs still felt like water, and they still basked in the gentle sort of soreness of a night of boundless pleasure only their husband could give them, their curiosity made them blink past the haze of slumber.

With a push, they dragged themself out of the futon, haphazardly reaching up to try and pat their hair down to look half-decent (though they supposed that the various blatantly obvious marks that they suspected littered their neck and chest were anything but inconspicuous). Lazily trudging out of their room, they walked into the gardens, where all the noise seemed to be coming from.

Within seconds, the sight in front of them had their breath hitching in their throat, and completely robbed them of their ability to speak. After all, it wasn’t every day that they woke up to the sight of Shingen’s back muscles flexing with every movement of his, droplets of sweat trickling down the sturdy planes of his back.

A quick glance downwards told them that he was busy sawing at a half-sanded piece of wood, amidst a whole lot of other odd bits and pieces that they couldn’t make sense of even if they tried. His woodmaking tools were neatly spread out around him, clearly organized in a manner familiar to him.

Though it was spring, the sun was quite hot out in the gardens, and so it made perfect sense for him to have slipped his muscular arms out of his sleeves, his obi a lot looser on his waist like that—perfect sense, though it left them with a dry throat, burning cheeks, and unabashedly wandering eyes. With ever movement he made to chip away at an edge or saw a piece in half, they remained fixated on the way every muscle rippled and relaxed almost artfully.

Truly, Shingen was a sight to behold at all times, but when his cinnamon hair was half-slicked against his damp forehead, and half mussed in a devastatingly-charming way, and his every movement spelled out the hard-earned strength of decades, and his large calloused hands handled his carpentry so deftly it made them envy it, he was far too dangerous a threat to their heart and sanity.

They feared that maybe their pounding heartbeat had grown too loud, because they’d barely moved another inch from where they’d been standing before he took notice of their presence and turned his head to face them. And then there was that smile that promised frenzied trysts and passionate nights, while pouring all of both his spoken and wordless adoration into them, and they could no longer think straight at all.

Shingen’s eyes, a soft ash of defiant rebirth and always of sensuality, visibly lit up at the sight of them standing behind him. “There you are, my love. Here I was, wondering if the Gods had blessed me with exceptionally good luck with this, when it simply was your presence.” Even though they rolled their eyes at his saccharine words, they couldn’t help the upwards quirk of their lips. “Come, sit beside me for a while.”

There was no need for him to say more, for they found their legs moving of their own accord and crossing their legs underneath them, watching him up close as he huffed and puffed while sanding the surface of the wooden slab he was currently working on to perfection.

They made sure not to touch anything or knock over any resting pieces surrounding him, so as not to accidentally mess up his preferred order of things, but still, they worried. “Am I not being a distraction?”

Pausing his ministrations, Shingen glanced back up at them, an unreadable look flitting through his eyes for a second as he seemed to instantaneously scan their entire being. They had no idea as to what he’d found, but there must’ve been something betraying their innermost, most carnal desires, because he made sure to give them his most winning smirk.

“While your presence certainly robs me of all rationality more often than not, I do believe I’m not the one currently distracted.” A flex of his abdominals as he leaned back to rest on his arms, and their teeth chewed at their bottom lip, their body reacting to the man that knew them, inside-out and all over every curve and crevice.

And when Shingen chuckled at the way their face spelled all their barely-contained yearning, it only resounded in their chest, where he’d long nestled deep inside their heart. Damn him, and damn his unbearably sensual gaze, and damn the way he’d now languidly lied back, like a tiger waiting for the signal to pounce on his prey and devour them whole.

For a few beats, they only breathed in the tension, thick and syrupy with all the emotions and words they both held back. But they’d never been one to sit still and wait, really.

“Well, I can see you’re quite immersed in this, but what would you say to an invitation back inside? And… as quickly as possible?”

“You present a tempting offer, and I find it hard to refuse one from a generous deity.” Voice smooth as silk and rich as gold, now lowered to a delicious purr that sent warmth pooling deep into their belly. “Especially when looked at with such a passionate gaze. It makes a man feel like the heavens have blessed him all over again.”

Before they’d even processed it, Shingen had leaned in dangerously close enough for his scent to be all over them—musk, sandalwood, earth, and just as tempting as every inch of him was. Their heart stuttered and their breath held, they could only give into his arm curling around their waist, as his teeth teasingly tugged at their ear.

Everything burned all at once; every place he touched ached for more of him—and more he seemed all too eager to offer, if the blazing heat in his eyes was anything to go by.

“Then take me,” they somehow managed to breath out, “Take me and show me how you’d worship me.”

And perhaps it was the way he’d scooped them into his arms like they’d weighed absolutely nothing to him, but as he began to carry them inside, they couldn’t help the gasp that escaped them, to which he chuckled in that alluring way of his, sending sparks of pleasure tingling down their very spine.

“I’d gladly do as my beloved desires.”

Taglist: —

34 notes · View notes