#ikesen shingen takeda

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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.

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“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.”

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╰┈➤ Soon after you've had the "baby talk", Shingen already seems to be thinking ahead - but not all his thoughts are so innocent.

Shingen Takeda/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Breeding; Mentions of Pregnancy; Nipple Play; Dirty Talk; Hand & Finger Kink; Body Worship • wordcount: 595 • masterlist

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IKEMEN BREEDING SEASON - Prompt 5. Imagining you pregnant

"I'm glad that you liked the cradle. I can already see you gently rocking our child to sleep."

The very moment Shingen gave you a brief pause from kissing you breathless, you knew he had something to say. Another killer line perhaps, something awfully flirty or downright naughty, just anything that will make your heart skip a beat as he knows best.

Instead, he brings up the cradle. And somehow, the result is the same.

It's only been a handful of days since the baby talk. Your relationship with Shingen has been nothing but dynamic from the get-go, and yet still, the butterflies in your belly now can only be compared to the ones from those early days. Suddenly there's so much to be talked about. It's no wonder how the late-night talks have turned into comparisons between what childrearing looks like in your head versus that of Shingen's. The modern ways versus the old-school. The shocking lack of baby cradles in Sengoku times, at least as you know them. The passionate declaration of Shingen that he'll definitely make one for your future baby.

Future baby. Yet there it is, standing in your peripheral vision; the wooden cradle he presented you with tonight, just a couple of days after you first mentioned the peculiar piece of furniture.

"Of course I would." You take Shingen's hands in your own, for a good measure before they get up to no good feeling you up and preventing you from focusing on what you want to say - and then you place a kiss on each one. "You were the one who made it. And you did a great job, too."

You linger on his right hand a little longer, with purpose. You can see Shingen's eyes darken with lust as you take his thumb into your arm just briefly, provoking him.

"I can see that you're already imagining things, Shingen…"

Shingen smirks, but the raised corners of his mouth soon relax into a softer smile, and it stays there, even as he disrobes you. He finds you wet and willing between your legs - which grants you a quick look with those intoxicating ashy eyes, capable of expressing things dirtier than his mouth does - but still prefers to toy with you before sinking his arching cock inside you.

"Oh, I've been imagining things alright. You'd be surprised exactly how much I've been imagining things."

You decide to be bold, as if carried by your instincts which are telling you that you absolutely must have him tonight. Silly thing considering he's got the same plans in store for you. Yet still, you raise one of your legs up his shoulder, beckoning him, seducing him.

"Tell me more…"

Shingen wets his lips and gladly complies.

"I've been imagining you with child. The way I'd wake up to you every morning, slowly becoming aware of all the little changes. Be assured, princess, I will notice. Your body that I came to know better than my own, how could I fail to notice it becoming more beautiful? Your belly swelling up with the life we created. Your bosom filling out."

The last part he whispers against your chest, his voice becoming muffled as he darts out his tongue to wet your perky nipple. Your own mind gets creative, imagining how much Shingen will enjoy your swollen breasts, and your belly, and then you trail off to all the parts of you he worshipped and the ways in which he'll worship them when…

"Please make it true, Shingen. I need it."

And so does he.

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Really Shingen? 🙂‍↕️

Imagine having so much confidence that you start flirting mid battle with the girl sitting on your opponent’s horse 🤦🏻‍♀️😂

Pass some confidence this way please 😂

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I need Shingen to hold and kiss me like this

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Happy Pride, ft. Kasugayama's notoriously flirtatious and romantic warlord!

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Some Ikesen chibi from my sketching practice today.

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"Even so, I don't mind if you take as much time as you need for yourself, and do what's important to you before I see you again" SHINGEN!!!!😭😭

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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.

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I just saw the prompt requests and had to jump on it. If no one else has taken it, may I request Temptation and ikesen Shingen? Man is a temptation, can be NSFW or SFW, your call :) I hope you take the request and I hope this prompt list helps your writers block <3

Thank you for this request! I had trouble deciding if I wanted to make it sweet or smutty, so I went for something in the middle - a little spicy.

shingen takeda x f!reader | prompt: temptation | word count: 1134 | tags: sfw / pining -> spicy; reader is referred to as goddess

It had been 8 days, 16 hours, and 46 minutes since you last saw Shingen. Eight days with no Shingen. Eight days of no hugs, no kisses, no cuddles. 

But no one’s counting, right?

Shingen had been called away to assist with some matters in Kai. When you said your goodbyes, he had told you that he hoped to return in time for Yoshimoto’s birthday celebration, which was today, and there was no sign of Shingen returning in time. 

It was times like these that made you wish you had some modern comforts like cellphones. It still wouldn’t bring Shingen to you, but it would at least help pass the time and loneliness.

Sighing, you slunk over to an empty corner of the room, your shoulders slumped as you surveyed the crowd. Yoshimoto was in the center of the room, as proud and pretty as a peacock, greeting the guests. Yukimura was helping himself to some sweets and Kanetsugu, stoic as ever, was deep in conversation with a gentleman you had never seen before. And Kenshin –

“Hey,” a familiar voice greeted you. “You look like you need this.” Sasuke handed you a glass of sake, which you drank in a few quick gulps. 

“Thanks, I needed that.”

“Missing Shingen?” he asked softly.

You nodded and turned to your friend. “Where’s Kenshin? I don’t see him anywhere.”

Sasuke’s face fell. “Someone ate the last pickled plum, so he decided it was a great time to practice his swordsmanship.”

“And you were his target?”

“Aren’t I always?” he replied with a wry laugh. “I let him think I ran out of the room.”

You laughed for what felt like the first time in days, with Sasuke soon joining in the laughter. 

Your moment was soon disturbed when you heard the door bang open and Sasuke’s name being shouted.

Your friend sighed before sliding up his mask. “A ninja’s job is never done.” Before you could say bye, Sasuke quietly slipped out of the room as if he was never there.

With Sasuke gone, your attention turned to the ruckus Kenshin had caused by crashing the party. You watched as people cautiously backed away from him, fearing the sword-wielding madman until one tall figure stuck out to you.

“I must be seeing things,” you muttered under your breath as you rubbed your eyes. Your attention returned to the crowd, easily spotting the tall man again. You wanted to go running to him, but his back was turned to you – what if it wasn’t Shingen and just another tall man with dark hair?

“Turn around, turn around,” your whisper pleaded. 

As the moments passed, your disappointment grew. If this was Shingen, he would know you’d be at this party. And he’d be looking for you. 

No, come back! You wanted to scream – you had lost him in the crowd. Scanning the room, you couldn’t find him anywhere. You sighed sadly, resigned to the fact that Shingen was not coming back today. 

Before tears could spring to your eyes, you left the party. May as well head to bed early. Alone, again. 

Not wanting anyone to see your tear-stained cheeks, you kept your head down as you hurried down the hallway. You made a quick turn around the corner, but with your head down, you didn’t see someone coming from the other direction. 

“Oh no, oh my god, I am so so sorry.” So embarrassed, you couldn’t lift your face to see who you had crashed into. 

That is, until the stranger took your chin in his hand and tilted your face too meet him.

Your jaw slackened and your eyes widened; it couldn’t be.

“Shingen?” you whispered softly.

“I was hoping you could help me,” he said, ignoring your question. “I was looking for someone. She’s around this tall…” He held his hand above your head, smirking as he patted the crown of your hair. “Eyes that sparkle brighter than gemstones. And a smile so beautiful, the moon is jealous of her beauty. Have you seen her?”

His words sent heat to rise from your belly, warming your cheeks. Still reeling from running into your lover in the hallway, you took a few deep breaths before speaking.

“I thought you weren’t coming…” you said breathlessly. 

“I couldn’t stay away a day longer than I had to. I just missed you so much, I was unable to resist the temptation to return home and see my goddess.”

You might have laughed at his dramatics had you not been aggravated by his antics. “That was you in there! I knew it! Why didn’t you look for me? I was there.”

Shingen let out a loud laugh. “Oh, I saw you there. But you looked so adorable, searching the room for me. I didn’t want to ruin that look on your face.”

“You tricked me!” you gasped. Balling your fists, you playfully punched his broad chest. 

“It was worth it,” he said, taking your hands in his and bringing them to his lips to brush a kiss across your knuckles, “just to see you this fired up.”

“Make up for it then,” you said sweetly, while staring straight into his dark eyes, determined to get exactly what you wanted. “Kiss me.”

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you close and dipped his face to yours. His lips lingered, hovering over your mouth. You were tempted to run your hands in his thick locks and pull him into a kiss, but you resisted, waiting for him to make the first move. 

Minutes felt like hours, until he relented and gave you what you wanted. Your lips melted against his in a passionate kiss, his tongue quickly parting your lips, deepening the kiss. Soft moans slipped from your lips as you weaved your fingers through his hair. 

As he pressed his body against yours, heat radiated through the fabric of his clothes as you felt a familiar hardness against your belly. You pulled away, breaking the kiss, and looked up at him, your breathing heavy.

He pulled you closer, guiding your face to rest upon his chest. He brought his lips to your ear, his breath tickling your skin. 

“I didn’t want our reunion to happen inside the party. I’d be too tempted to ravish you right on the spot. And I didn’t think you’d want everyone to see that.”

No, you definitely did not want that…

“Whoa!” You yelped as your feet were literally swept off the ground – Shingen had taken you in his arms bridal-style. 

“Where are you taking me?” you asked innocently.

“To the bedroom, of course,” he replied with a seductive smile. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, the smile plastered on your face hidden from his eyes.

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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...."

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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.

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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.”

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The Warlords Come Home Injured From A Fight: Headcanons

Nobunaga

He often has to leave you alone to go to the battlefield.

He's usually never in the frontlines and hence quite safe.

Being the lord of the Oda, he has the most guarded, safest place in the encampments.

But this time, an enemy manages to invade past the guards.

He comes home to you, bruised and bandaged.

You rush to him, worried.

"Do not worry, fireball. I've had worse injuries than this." He says with a smug grin.

As you reapply his bandages, he winces slightly, but refuses to show you that he is hurt.

He has his pride as the lord of the Oda.

He will never admit to you that it hurts and bear the pain.

Your presence always makes him feel better and helps him forget about his injuries...

Kennyo

He rarely goes to the battlefield after he had found his true love- you.

He has finally found his peace.

Except this time, he runs into a group of bandits in the forest.

He is a monk, so he prefers peaceful methods.

But the bandits unsheath their weapons.

So he has no choice but to teach them a lesson.

He returns to his temple, bruised and bleeding.

As you sit with him, applying salve and bandaging his wounds, he tells you not to worry much.

Even the forest animals seems to be concerned about him...

Kennyo pretends as if everything is fine so that you, his followers and the animals do not worry about him.

Shingen

Shingen prefers peace, unlike Kenshin.

He is usually in a safe place on the battlefield, being the lord of the Takeda clan.

In the heat of the battle, he strayed away from his army, into the enemy lines.

He is rescued by his men in time, but he is gravely injured.

When he returns home, you rush to him, surprised to see him in that state.

"Do not worry, princess. If I have lived so long with my condition, these little scratches cannot kill me."

He tries to act brave and strong in front of you.

He is disgusted when you try to feed him bitter medicine.

So you have no choice but to bribe him with sweets.

He pouts as he takes his medicine and swallows quickly.

The aftertaste is awful and almost makes him puke, he complains.

So you have to get permission from Yuki to let Shingen have some more sweets.

Thank you for reading! Unfortunately, I do not know much about Mitsuhide, so I could not include him in this.

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A Letter Given With a Kiss

My Celestial Love…

Does this text seem blurred to you? If so, I apologize, for I am writing by moonlight and a faint flicker of lantern fire. Greater apologies than that are for my late arrival. Kenshin was feeling bored, by which I mean, he was determined to spend the evening downing bottles of sake and picking fights. I had to step in to protect poor Yukimura and Sasuke from being dragged into an all-night drinking brawl.

Apparently, I must suffer for my tardiness, for when I crept quietly into our room to avoid disturbing you, expecting to find you peacefully curled up in bed, I instead discovered cold empty covers. It caused me a moment of panic. Had you lost patience with my habit of working until far past darkness? I made a rash promise to the Gods to be more mindful of the hours, then I noticed you were behind the desk, having fallen asleep over a book.

But that brief moment of panic caused me to imagine a painful life without you in it. Where would I be now had I never met you? Yes, I would still be fighting for the future of my people, yes, I would have satisfaction of tactics and strategy… but it would be a pale comparison to what I have now. You taught me that it’s indeed possible to have a life full of love and joy. And so, as I look at up the moon shining down on your sleeping form, I can only be grateful that our paths crossed, and that you decided to throw your lot in with me. This leaves with me a dilemma though. As punishment for being so late, should I simply tuck you into the futon and deny myself your touch? Or… should I let my hands drift to your hair, smooth it away from your face, then brush a kiss across your brow.

Would that be enough to cause your eyes to flutter open? Would you smile and suggest that I lead you to our bed and awaken you more thoroughly? Could we avail ourselves the joy of each other’s warmth? For after experiencing a not brief enough moment in fear that I had lost you, would it not be logical to celebrate that we found each other?

Ah… you are awakening on your own. I will give you this tomorrow, and together we might share a laugh at my late night musings. But for the rest of the night, let’s … ah, perhaps you would blush if I put that on paper. I’ll whisper it on your skin instead.

All my love,

Shingen

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Smut/NSFW Headcanon: Suitor reacts to MC/reader in a bikini

Suitor(s): ikesen Shingen & ikesen Motonari

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Shingen:

Shingen’s gray eyes are always on you. You are his favorite person to look at and the most beautiful sight he has ever beheld. But when you step out onto the beach, wearing a bikini… his eyes are glued to you…and so are his hands.

“This is the clothing you wear to swim in this time? I like it.” He says, his hands sliding over the bare skin of your curves. “So…revealing.”

You giggle and do a little turn, holding up a bottle of sunscreen. “Can you help me put this on?” You ask.

“With pleasure, my goddess.” He answers. He then gladly lathers you in the sunscreen., his hands moving sensually over you bare skin…even the parts you could actually reach yourself. His fingertips “accidentally” slip under your bikini, caressing your breasts and the curve of your butt.

You will spend your time at the beach, laying out or playing in the water, Shingen unable to keep his hands off of you. And when you get into the water? Oooh…those hands get to wandering, knowing no one can see what is going on beneath the water.

He holds you, your back to his front, allowing him to place kisses along your neck and nip at your ear. His hands will be fully under your bikini, playing with your breasts before one of them slips down beneath your bottoms, fingers playing with that sweet spot between your legs. He will keep going until he has you cumming at least three times…or until you’re begging for him to take you back to your room, which he will happily do.

Once you two are back in your room and alone, he is spending the night properly worshiping his goddess and telling you just how stunning you look in your bikini. He mentions wanting to bring the bikini back home when you return to the Sengoku so he can enjoy you in it more.

Motonari:

Man goes from zero to horny in an instant upon seeing you in the bikini. He hadn’t anticipated that your swimming clothes would be THAT revealing! You had tried to warn him, but he didn’t think the warning was enough. It wasn’t any different than the underwear you had been wearing since you guys had arrived in the modern day!

You give him a playful smirk as you look at him. “You like it?”

Motonari blinks as he looks at you, his face heating up. “Ya really hafta ask?”

You do a little spin, going slowly to make sure he gets the full view. Hips shaking a little when your back is to him. “What? I still want to hear it.”

Motonari doesn’t let you finish turning around before his hands are on your hips and he’s pulling you back against him. You can feel that familiar hardness pressing against your ass. “LIke ain’t the right word fer it.” He growls into your ear, before leaving a stinging kiss on the side of your neck. You KNOW there is a red mark there now.

“M-Motonari…”

“There’s others here.” He said. “Gotta make sure they know yer mine.” He says before leaving a series of love bites over your neck and shoulder.

Your face heats up…but you can’t be upset. Enjoying his possessiveness. “Come on, let’s go for a swim.” You say, pulling away from him and heading towards the water.

Motonari quickly chases after you…and realizes the bikini only gets sexier once wet. You’re not in the water for long before he is pulling you out and then throwing you over his shoulder. He gives a playful smack to your ass. “We’re goin’ back. I ain’t waitin’ any longer.”

You gasp and then giggle. In this position, you are able to return the smack with one of your own. When you make it back to your room, he is tossing you down on the bed and climbing on top of you. He is not letting you go for the rest of the night and you are not walking the next day… or the day after that either.

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