#motonari otome

[writingwhimsey]

Hello! Can you please write smut with MC domming Motonari from Ikesen which surprised him because he's not used to women being this bold *wink wink*. And then his crew teasing Motonari? Please ignore this request if you don't want to take it. Thank you

Hello. Thank you for the request. This one was a lot of fun to write. I love this pirate so much and I think he would rather enjoy this since he loves and trusts MC so much. I have totally imagined having him obey my every command and be at my mercy

So, here you go and I hope you like it!

ikesen Motonari

NSFW 18+

Minor DNI

I'm the Captain Tonight

Motonari walked into his cabin after giving out the orders to his crew. It had been a long day, but he was used to those. Besides there was nothing that spending some time with his flower girl couldn’t fix. He was surprised to find her dressed with her night robes loosely draped over her body, her shoulders exposed, breasts barely contained, looking like a siren beckoning him.

His red eyes flicked over her body in hunger as a smirk came to his face. “Ya that eager fer me, huh?” He asked.

She smiled at him as she approached him, her fingers going to play with the fabric of his shirt. “Something like that.” She replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I’ve got some ideas for tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked. “Like what?”

She grinned. “I wanna be the captain tonight.”

Motonari cocked a perfect white brow. “You think you can?”

“I know I can.” She replied, before stretching up and giving him a rather passionate kiss, her tongue slipping past his lips to tangle with his own.

Motonari was always happy to love on his girl and receive her love in turn. He was intrigued to see where this would go. Just as he was bringing his hands to wrap around her, she was pulling away, giving him such a seductive look. “Just what are you and them flowers planning?” He asked.

“Told you I wanna be the captain.” She answered. “Means I need you to follow all my orders.”

Motonari’s red eyes widened. She really was wanting to play this game. “Alright.” He agreed with a smirk. “What are my orders, Captain Flower Girl?”

“That’s better.” She replied, walking back over to sit on the bed, her legs peeking out from her night robes as she took on a rather sexy and relaxed pose. Her eyes on him intently. “Take off your gloves.”

“Aye, aye cap’n.” Motonari replied, going to quickly remove his gloves.

“Ah…slowly.” She corrected.

“Heh…” Motonari said, changing his pace to be slower and more sensual as he removed his gloves.

“Your shirt next…and make a show of it for me.” She ordered.

Motonari was usually the one in charge. He was usually the one calling the shots. And while this side of his flower girl was surprising to him…he had to say it was rather fun…he liked it, but only for her.

He followed her instructions, slowly removing his shirt, moving his body in a sensual manner as he did so. “This what ya like, flower girl?” He asked.

“That’s captain, remember.” She chided.

“This what ya like, Captain?” 

“Yes it is.” She replied. “Now..get over here…on your knees.”

Motonari’s eyes widened once again. His flower girl being so bold…ordering him around like this…damn it turned him on. Something he never thought he’d think. 

“Don’t keep your captain waiting.” She told him in a lightly scolding tone.

“Right, Captain…” Motonari replied, going over to kneel down in front of her, starting to reach his hands out to her.

She stopped him. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.”

Motonari was surprised, but stopped and waited for her next command. He wasn’t sure what surprised him more…this side of his flower girl or how much he liked it. 

It seemed like forever before she finally gave him the order to touch her…including where and how. It was both maddening and a major turn on for Motonari. Never would he surrender his control before to anyone…but his flower girl…he loved and trusted her enough to surrender that control…he was always at her mercy anyways.

After what felt like hours of her giving him such teasing orders, they had finally moved to both be on the bed. He was on his back beneath her. His eyes were looking up at her with such love and desire as she sank her hips down on him, finally taking him in. 

She grinned at him. “You’re not allowed to cum till I say you can.” She told him. “Which won’t be till I’m completely satisfied.”

“D-deus…you’ve no idea…what yer doin’ ta me…” He groaned out.

She gave him a devilish grin. “I might have some ideas…” She replied as she began to bounce. She was then leaning down and pressing her lips to his, reaching for his hands and moving to pin them above his head. 

Motonari could have easily flipped the situation, but he didn’t. He found it rather fun letting his flower girl have her way with him. It was a long night…but damn if he didn’t enjoy every moment of being at her mercy. It was pure pleasure watching her bring herself to her climax on him over and over again. Though it was almost torture trying to hold himself off each time her walls clamped round him…yet somehow he managed it.

“I want you…to come…with me…next time…” She whispered in his ear, as she began to ride him once again.

Motonari bucked his own hips in time with hers and soon they were cresting that wave of pleasure together. Motonari let out a loud cry of her name as his release barrelled through him. Finally getting that sweet relief…though  by the look on his flower girl’s face and his own…he knew it was going to be a long night and he loved every second of it.

The next day…

Motonari gave his girl a gentle kiss on the lips as she laid in their bed, a sleepy smile on her face. “I’ll be back in a bit…oh and I plan ta pay ya back fer everything last night, flower girl.” He told her with a wicked grin.

She smiled at him. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

He was then heading out to see to what needed done for the day. He heard his men whispering and snickering as he went about the usual activities of a day at sea. “The hell’s goin’ on?” Motonari asked, a sour look on his face.

“N-nothin’ cap’n.” One of his men answered. 

“We was just wonderin’...could one o’ us be the Cap’n today?” Another asked, a grin on his face.

“Or is the Princess the Cap’n now?” Another asked. 

“From what we heard sounded like ya liked it when she was yer cap’n last night.” 

The men were all breaking out into uproarious laughter. Motonari glared at his men and slowly, one by one, their laughter died down. “Ya think yer funny do ya?” He asked. “Ya think I’ve gone soft just cuz I let my girl have a little fun?” His voice was deadly as his gaze.

“I believe they were just having a bit of fun, my lord.” Hiroyoshi interjected on behalf of the crew, though he knew Motonari wasn’t about to actually hurt anyone.

“Get ta work securin’ the cargo and when ya’ve done that, I want ya each ta clean and polish every damn corner o’ this ship. Make it spotless and shinin’.” He ordered before turning and heading back down below. “Time fer the Captain to take charge now…” He muttered under his breath as his cheeks were turning red. He let his girl have her fun with him yesterday, but it was time for him to remind her who the captain of this ship was…and his crew was sure to hear it as well.

[ikeromantic]

Ikesen Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 5

Thank you again to @otomedad for this fantastic idea ^_^ This one has Kennyo, Motonari, and Kicho! Approx. 2300 words of tattoo and MC appreciation!

Kennyo

Kennyo stops, his mouth opening and then closing again. It isn’t often that you get to see the abbot at a loss for words. You file the expression away to savor later. 

“What is it,” you ask, gentle laughter in your voice. You know what it is, of course. Though you hadn’t expected quite this reaction. It’s really quite precious.

“Is that -” His gravelly voice gives out and he takes a moment to clear his throat. “Is that a buddha?” He gestures to your bare shoulder. 

You glance at the tattoo and suppress a grin. “Oh! No, this is a portrait of my auntie.” 

Kennyo’s eyebrows rise and a small divot forms in between. “Your auntie?”

The image is clearly an Amitābha Buddha surrounded by the petals of a lotus flower. While you aren’t the type to randomly tattoo religious iconography, the buddha always meant something special to you. Seeing your ink brings back memories of copying out sutras and meditating with your grandmother. The peace and serenity, the promise of better things . . . but you can’t help yourself teasing the abbot. 

“Mmm. Did I say auntie? Maybe it’s my uncle. What do you think?” You look back at him, entertained by the series of emotions crossing his face. Some find Kennyo hard to read, but you’ve learned his little quirks. The slight shift of his lips or brows, the depths of his grey eyes. 

Kennyo crosses the distance between you and peers at your tattoo closely. His eyelashes brush your skin just a breath before his lips follow. “I think you’re teasing me. Wicked woman.” The air between you thickens with tension from the intensity of his gaze and the subtle humor in his voice. 

“Wicked?” You turn to face him, your eyes wide and pretending at innocence. 

His eyes crinkle at the corners from the wide smile that lights up his harsh features and turns them soft and kind. “You mock me.”

Your cheeks grow warm under his regard. The gentle admonition of his words leaves you feeling a tiny bit guilty. “Ok, yes. It’s not a family member.” You look away, trying to think of how best to explain the tattoo, what it means to you. Why you got it done. Honest expression is hard, especially with someone like Kennyo. 

His rough thumb brushes your cheek. “You need not explain yourself.” His fingertips drift along the curve of your neck to brush the inked skin of your shoulder. “It is beautiful. Unexpected. Like you.”

You cannot help the shiver of pleasure that runs through you at his touch. He is so decently indecent that it is maddening. “I want you to understand though,” you reply, and pull yourself together. “I got it a few years after my grandmother died. She - she wouldn’t have approved of a tattoo but . . . I wanted something special. A way to remember her, and the things she brought to my life. Faith and peace and . . . just that feeling I would get, at the temple with her.”

Kennyo nods, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Admirable intent.” 

“Do you really like it?” You can’t help the way your insecurity infects your words. You don’t often open up to anyone, preferring to deflect and joke. 

“I do. Though I wonder if it is heretical to find you so . . . intoxicating.” 

You glance over your shoulder to meet his gaze. The heat in his eyes sends another shiver through you. “I should probably -” you gesture toward the door and all the work awaiting both of you on the other side.

“Probably,” he agrees, pulling you into his arms.

Motonari

Your head breaks the surface of the water with a splash. You splutter and gag, spitting out the salty taste of the sea as you try to get your bearings. None of which is helped by the smirking laughter of a certain pirate as he bobs in the water nearby. 

“I really hate you sometimes,” you mutter, glaring at him from under the ruins of your wet hair. The weight of your wet kimono is pulling you down, so you wriggle out of it. 

Motonari grabs your floating clothes. “Don’t much care how you feel right now, princess. We gotta swim to shore.” 

“Obviously,” you huff. “But I’m pretty sure we could have taken one of your little boats. You didn’t have to throw me overboard.”

He chuckles. “‘Course not. That part was for fun.”

You sigh, realizing your glare is getting you nowhere. “Fine.” You start for shore with Motonari at your side. Despite saying he didn’t care, you can feel his gaze on you as he stays by your side until your feet touch the sand. And once you arrive, he guides you over to a shady spot to rest. 

“Have a sip o’ this.” Motonari holds out a flask.

“What is it?” You reach for the proffered drink. “Rum?” Afterall, pirates drink rum, right?

“Aguardente de medronho. Try it.” 

Just as your hand reaches the flask, Motonari grabs your arm, gloved fingers wrapping around your wrist. “What’s that, princess?” 

You instinctively pull back, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he turns your arm to look at the inner side. You realize he must have noticed your tattoo, small as it is. There at the crook of your elbow is a line in the shape of a wave. Easy to overlook, as you intended. Something for you, not to share. 

“Would you let go?” You pull again, but to no avail.

Motonari squints at the design, leaning close. “Didja steal something and get caught?”

“What? No!” You can’t help the horrified expression on your face. “I’m not a criminal!”

His gloved fingertip traces the delicate lines and whorls of the wave. The sensation is oddly intimate, and you feel a rush of unexpected warmth. “Nothin’ wrong with being a thief. It’s the getting caught part. Disappointin’.”

“Motonari! I didn’t get caught. I paid for that tattoo. On purpose. From an artist!” 

He turns his head to regard your expression, a playful smirk hiding in the corners of his lips. You realize right then that he’s teasing you. “Huh. I’m tempted to believe ya. Your head’s too full of flowers to be a criminal mind.” 

You find yourself pulled into his garnet gaze, unable to look away. He’s so close, and you are suddenly very aware of how little clothing you have on, and how little it conceals when its sopping wet. You are half naked on a beach with a mad pirate that thinks he owns you. And instead of being afraid or angry, you are enjoying the banter. 

“What’s the matter? All them flowers getting in the way of talking?” The smirk breaks free, turning into a broad, carefree smile. 

“N-no!” You take a breath and look away. “Just trying to find the smallest words I can use to explain a tattoo to you.”

Motonari laughs again, the sound a pleasant and low. “I’ve seen plenty of tattoos. Just never one on a woman.”

“Well, where I come from it’s not uncommon.” You glance back at him and realize he hasn’t moved. If anything, he seems even closer now. 

“Huh. So why’d you get one?” 

You nod, trying to gather your thoughts. Motonari is so frustratingly distracting. It isn’t fair that he is so pretty. And to be honest, you’d rather think about that than explain your tattoo. But he asked.

“I . . . umm. I went through some rough times. Me and my dad. There were times after mom died that I - I felt like we would never be happy. That -” You swallow, remembering the feelings of helplessness. The sense that there was no point to anything. Waking up and just wishing you were still asleep because it hurt to be awake. 

Motonari’s thumb strokes the side of your arm, far more gentle a gesture than you would have expected from the brash pirate. 

“A-anyway, I wanted to remind myself that storms come and go. Something small and just for me, that I would always have. So I could look at it when I feel hopeless and just remember that this will pass and things will get better.” You clear your throat, trying to pretend telling him this is no big deal. Hoping the dampness in your eyes doesn’t give you away. 

“Huh.” 

You catch his gaze again and there is something unexpectedly soft in the scarlet depths of his eyes. The smirk has fallen away, and his lips part as if he is about to speak. Instead, Motonari lets out a slow breath, and then he looks away. For a long moment, neither of you says anything.

There is tension in the silence between you, but also a sense of comfort. A few breaths to give you a chance to get a hold of your emotions. To relax, held closer to the pirate captain than ever before. 

“So . . . anyway, umm, should we keep moving?” You swallow, hoping to move on to a less emotional topic.

He lets go of you and takes a swig from the flask. “To gettin’ through storms.”  He holds it out to you and this time you take it. 

The liquor heats on its way down your throat, the slight bitterness lingering on your tongue. 

Kicho

“Aaah!” You let out a surprised shout as your door slides open. Your kimono is only half on and it’s still dark outside your shuttered windows. You struggle to pull it on as you turn around to see who invaded your room at this ungodly hour. 

Kicho stands in the doorway, his light green eyes almost glowing in the dim lantern light. His jaw is set in a familiar frown, though you aren’t sure why. 

“Sorry for shouting,” you murmur, trying to quickly tie your kimono shut. 

He ignores your apology. “Is that a tattoo?”

You blink, confused for a moment before you realize he must have spotted the ink on your shoulder blades. “Oh. Umm. I’m not a criminal or anything.” You swallow, feeling the full force of his regard as he crosses the room to close in on you. 

“I did not suggest you were. Yet.” He raises one, perfectly arched brow. “Let me see it.”

You nod, realizing a refusal would not look good about now. “So, if I can ask, why did you come to get me? Do you . . . normally wake the maids?”

His response is a soft, impatient sniff. A dismissal of your question as silly. “Stop delaying.”

With a sigh, you lower the back of your kimono again to show your upper back. Three sunflowers cluster just below the nape of your neck, spreading their bright petals over your shoulder blades. “See? Clearly not irezumi kei.” You start to pull your kimono back up, but his cool hand on your shoulder stops you.

“These are . . . I haven’t seen tattoos like this since -” You feel the brush of his hand along your spine, and the accompanying shiver isn’t from the cold. 

“They are common where I’m from. More or less.” You turn your head to see his expression. Is he suspicious, you wonder. But his gaze is softer than you’ve seen since coming to his manor, his lips curved in a smile more sensual than cynical. 

Kicho’s hand rests between your shoulders as if trying to grasp the inked blossom. “And where is that? There is no village with a horishi so skilled.” His eyes snap to yours, the gentleness gone behind an icy wall. 

You can’t tell him the truth, but a lie might get you in as much trouble. “It’s, umm, I . . .” Panicked, you try to look away to give yourself a moment to think.

His other hand catches your chin, holding your head still. “Where?”

“I - I told you before. A small village. It’s not important. I didn’t get it there. A nanban trader did it for me here, in Sakai. Because I - I saw one like it and I thought it was pretty.” You swallow, unsure if he’ll buy it. 

Kicho’s eyes narrow as he studies your expression. “A nanban trader?”

You realize that you need to say something to derail this line of questioning. Your eyes go wide. “Does it look bad? I was so worried and since it’s on my back . . . but I thought . . .” Your panic helps bring a damp teariness to your eyes and a genuine worry to your voice. 

“It -” He looks down at the tattoo again. “It is very lovely. On you.” His voice carries an unexpected gentleness, and you feel the touch of his finger tracing the line of your jaw. “Lovely.”

The touch and his words bring heat to your face, and you feel your pulse take off at a gallop. You remind yourself again that Kicho is the enemy, but it’s hard to keep that at the forefront of your thoughts in this oddly intimate moment. “Thank you.”

“Why did you get this? Merely for the look of it?”

You didn’t particularly want to have this discussion, but he’s asked and you see no harm in admitting the reason. “Well . . . someone told me this flower means admiration. And that three of them together are a - a confession. Of love.” You can feel the heat in your cheeks as you speak, though you aren’t sure if it’s because of how close he is, or what you’re saying. “The colors and type of sunflowers give them additional layers of meaning but . . . I got them to remind myself I am loved. And that I love myself.” 

“You are . . . a strange woman,” he says after a moment. “And we are late. Finish dressing and meet me at the entrance.” Despite the sharp words, he seems reluctant to let you go, only doing so when you step away. 

“I’ll see you there? It won’t take me a minute.” You hurriedly pull up the kimono and finish tying it off. 

He nods, still focused intently on you. “Don’t dally.” His gaze flits to your now covered ink. “And don’t be ashamed of something you should that has such meaning and beauty.”

[lucyw260]

Oh my heart💖

I can't help imagining it really was gunshots and he'd be riddled with them while protecting her, so tragic😭

[kittygrimm88]

Yes, yes. I am mess because I wouldn't even think it would be bad to think bedding him.

[redheadkittys]

...🌹Happy Valentine from the bois💝...

[aquagirl1978]

Motonari, feeling for the other in the dark 💜💜💜💜

Now that you're done grading, here's a little celebration gift 🎁

Dark and Stormy - Motonari Mouri x Reader (Ikemen Sengoku)

A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration event

Pairing: Motonari Mouri x Reader

Prompt: feeling for the other in the dark

Tags: fluff

"Ugh…" you muttered into your pillow as you tossed and turned in the bed, a storm raging outside, causing the ship to rock so much your sleep was disrupted. Cracking open an eye, you were unsure the hour, but certain it was rather late as it was still pitch black in the bedroom. Glancing over at the other side of the bed, you found your bedmate snoring loudly despite the loud sound of rain pelting against the windows. 

How could he sleep with all this racket? 

You put your pillow over your head in hopes it would help muffle the sounds outside. Groaning when you discovered it did nothing to help the noise or the rocking of the boat, you shifted in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position.

“Ya get used to it. Eventually,” a sleepy voice mumbled.

Tilting your face towards the voice, you found a pair of crimson eyes staring at you. Great, you woke him up. 

“What? I just had a bad dream, that’s all,” you replied quickly, not wanting to admit that a silly storm was keeping you up.

Motonari chuckled softly. “That’s the flowers in yer head talkin’ again.” He pulled down the covers and reached for you in the dark. “C’mere.”

You gasped softly as he pulled you towards his chest, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. His hand cupped the nape of your neck, guiding your head to rest against his broad chest.

You nestled your cheek against his chest, the thrum of his heartbeat steady and comforting. Maybe Motonari was right. Maybe you would get used to life on the boat.

But if the reward for waking up was being wrapped in Motonari's arms, maybe you didn't want to get used to waking up during the storms.

  

Tagging: @violettduchess @alixennial @redheadkittys @lordsisterxotome @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @ikehoe @kpop-and-otome @kisara-16 @lucyw260 @bellerose-arcana @scorchieart @yarnnerdally @crypticbibliophile @tele86 @nightfoxqueen

[sevenai]

the classic confession of

“i’ve traveled across vast lands and seas and in those times, i’ve encounter many people. some old, some young, some good, some bad. these eyes have discovered so many things, things that others can only dream of. but though i found tales of glory and views of gold, you and you alone are my only treasure.”

with the merchants of ikemen series.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Kicho's Main Story Dramatic Epilogue

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Kicho's subordinate: "Lady Mai."

Mai: "Are they here already?"

Kicho's subordinate: "Yes. They're already waiting for you in the parlor."

Mai: "Okay, I'll be right there."

Stopping what I was working on, I got up from my chair and picked up the clothes hanging in the corner of the room.

(Yup. Everything is good.)

(I hope they'll be pleased this time, too.)

Kicho: "So everything is sold?"

Mai: "Yes. And they also said they would come back again soon."

Mai: "I'll have to come up with a new design as soon as possible."

Kicho: "You're so passionate about your work. No wonder you're so popular."

Mai: "Eh, no. I can't do this job without my customers."

Mai: "And especially you guys. You always help me choose the best clothes!"

Kicho: "I see."

He smiled softly and put the brush down on the desk.

Mai: "Are you done working?"

Kicho: "Yeah. I had less than usual today."

(He said that yet he just finished it now.)

Kicho: "What's wrong? Your expression suddenly darkened."

Mai: "I'm sorry. I haven't been able to help you that much."

Mai: "You're busy because I stopped being your secretary."

Kicho: "Oh, that? I already told you a dozen times not to worry about it."

Kicho: "Since you're busy sewing clothes, there's no need to go out of your way to help me."

Kicho: "Besides, I'm glad it turned out this way."

Mai: "Huh?"

He got up, approached me, and gently took my hand, lightly tracing my fingers.

Mai: "Um, Kicho?"

Kicho: "You have more scars again. You also seem to be working late these past few days."

Mai: "You can tell?"

Kicho: "You're dextrous, so I doubt you'd prick your fingertips this much."

Kicho: "Maybe you did it until late at night and lost focus when you got sleepy."

Mai: "You guessed right. You always see through everything."

Kicho: "I'm closely watching because it's you."

Mai: "Ah..."

He pulled my hand and pressed his lips against my fingertips.

Blushing, he looked up at me and smiled.

Kicho: "You really love your job that you put so much effort into it."

Kicho: "It's one of the things that makes life worth living, so how can I stand in your way for such selfish reasons?"

Mai: "Kicho..."

(He really cares about me.)

(He looks after me and loves me.)

My heart pounded as I kept looking at him, but he took his gaze away from me and looked at the clock.

Kicho: "By the way, you said you'd start tomorrow."

Mai: “Huh?”

Kicho: "I'm talking about work. You'll start designing tomorrow, right?"

Mai: "Yes. I wanted to spend time with you tonight since we haven't been able to spend much time together lately."

Kicho: "I see. If that was your intention all along, then I guess I don't have to seduce you for it."

Mai: "..........."

The words he said made my body tense.

Perhaps sensing this, he let go of my hand, lifted my chin, and kissed me lightly.

Mai: "Nn..."

Kicho: "You're right. We haven't spent much time together lately."

Kicho: "And instead of fading away, my feelings just keep on overflowing."

(Ah...)

He carried me and laid me on the bed while kissing me repeatedly.

Kicho: "Mai."

He leaned in close, brushing a lock of my hair over my ear.

Mai: "Nnn...ngh..."

Our breath mingled as he inserted his hot tongue through my parted lips, and lewd wet sounds echoed in the room.

(We're just kissing, but my whole body feels so hot already.)

(I want more of him.)

My eyelids became heavy as my thoughts melted away, caused by the happiness and heat welling inside me.

(I really love him.)

(I really love Kicho.)

Mai: "No way."

I woke up still feeling dazed as I recalled my blunder last night.

(Please, please let it be a dream.)

(I can't believe I fell asleep.)

The room's owner was already gone, and the sunlight was streaming in from outside the window.

In addition, I could even hear the birds chirping.

(I really fell asleep like that.)

(That was so rude of me一Hmm?)

I suddenly noticed something on the table and got out of bed.

(It's a note. He must have left it.)

(Um, let's see...)

Mai: "Eh!?"

Mai: "Ah! Motonari, this way."

Motonari: "..........."

Motonari sighed as soon as he saw me waving my hand while sitting in the teahouse.

Motonari: "What kind of crap have you brought me today?"

Mai: "It's not crap. I'm really in trouble."

Motonari: "You say that, but it's probably about Kicho. Are you here to brag about your love life again?"

Mai: "Love life?"

Motonari: "You're not aware, huh? In the first place, why are you calling me so casually?"

Mai: "Because I know you'll show up."

Mai: "Please sit next to me. I don't want to stand around talking."

I shifted to the side, and Motonari sat, looking pissed.

Motonari: "So, what is it?"

Mai: "Well, from your perspective, does Kicho look like he's pushing himself too hard?"

Motonari: "Let me ask you something. What made you think so?"

Mai: "He's too kind to me."

Mai: "Look at this."

Motonari: "A note? Ha? What's this?"

Mai: "This is from a few days ago, the morning after I fell asleep on him."

Mai: "And yet, he still wrote an apology for leaving the room first."

Mai: "Moreover, when I returned to my room, he prepared breakfast, clothes, and medicine for my wounds."

Mai: "Isn't it too much? Even though we're lovers, I wonder if I'm making him worry about me a little too much."

Motonari: "............."

Mai: "Motonari?"

Motonari: "What's the difference between this and what you told me the other day?"

Mai: "Huh? Wait, what was it again?"

Motonari: "You said something about him being too soft on you and not being able to keep up with his feelings."

Motonari: "He's not forcing himself or anything. He's just like that to begin with, so get used to it."

Mai: "He's like that?"

Mai: "Do you think I'm the right person for him?"

Motonari: "Ha! You picked the wrong guy to ask that question."

Motonari: "If you don't want that kind of romance, find someone else."

Mai: "Ah! Wait!"

Motonari tried to stand up, but I desperately blocked his way.

Mai: "If I look for someone like that leisurely, my heart will reach its limits in no time."

Mai: "When I expressed my feelings, I had no idea this would happen."

Motonari: "Then go talk to a wall. It'll calm you down if you vent, right?"

Motonari: "Anyway, I have another business meeting. See you later, princess."

Mai: "M-Motonari!"

Not wanting to interfere with his work, I watched Motonari's back as he left.

(Talking to a wall is just so dull.)

(I wish I had someone to talk to.)

Kicho's subordinates, acquaintances, the maids in the trading post, and everyone in the Oda army...

Various faces popped into my head and then disappeared like bubbles bursting.

(This is hard. I guess talking to a wall is better, after all.)

(Oh, right!)

Mai: "So, I bought some souvenirs at the teahouse."

Mai: "I had some rice crackers the other day, and he said they were delicious, so I decided to go with those."

Fuku: "Kicho."

Mai: "Yup, that's right. A souvenir for Kicho."

Fuku, hearing my words, shook her head happily and called out Kicho's name a few more times.

(Fuku really likes to chat.)

(I feel like I've picked the perfect choice.)

Since Fuku often spent time in this room with me during Kicho's business meetings, I thought it would be the perfect place for a secret talk.

Mai: "By the way, Fuku, will you hear me out? The other day Kicho..."

Every time I started talking, Fuku would stare at me with her round eyes.

It was nice to have someone accept my feelings, even if the other party was a parrot.

Mai: "Also, he's so handsome and cool."

Mai: "Wait, I got off-topic. Sorry, I'm just confused by what he said."

Fuku: "............"

I would occasionally feed and pet her head as I talked about Kicho, completely immersed in my new conversation partner.

A few days after I started talking to Fuku...

Kicho: "Mai."

Mai: "Kicho."

As I left the room to get a drink, I bumped into Kicho.

Kicho: "You're still awake?"

Mai: "I just finished working on my designs."

Mai: "More importantly, were you going somewhere dressed like that?"

Kicho: "Yeah. I had some missing materials, so I just came to get them."

Mai: "I see."

(Which means he's still working.)

(I shouldn't hold him back here for too long.)

I felt so happy to see him that I could hardly walk away from the place.

Kicho: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Mai: "Huh?"

Kicho: "Lately, you've been spending a lot of time in your room. I know you're busy with work, but don't push yourself too hard."

Kicho: "If it's just stitching, I'm sure we can get someone else to do it."

Kicho: "If you want, I can arrange for a few seamstresses."

Mai: "No, I'm fine. Thanks, anyway."

(I didn't realize I was spending that much time in my room.)

(He really looks out for me, even though he's busy himself.)

Mai: "Um, Kicho?"

Kicho: "What is it?"

Mai: "If I can help, please let me know."

Mai: "I'm your former secretary, so please don't hesitate to ask me, your lover, for help."

Kicho: "Mai."

(I want to take care of him the way he takes care of me.)

(I want him to think I'm the best partner for him.)

Kicho: "Thank you, but I'll just take that feeling for now."

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Mai: "----!"

Interrupting our conversation, Fuku flew in, flapping her wings, and landed on Kicho's shoulders.

Kicho: "Fuku."

Mai: "Sorry, we were in the same room."

(I probably forgot to close the door, so she got out.)

Mai: "Fuku, come here. Let's go back to my room."

Fuku: "..........."

Mai: "Fuku?"

Fuku: "Kicho."

Kicho: "Kicho?"

Fuku: "Cool! Love him to death!"

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Mai: "F-F-Fu-Fuku!?"

The words Fuku said to Kicho were the words I had recently told her.

(She learned it so well.)

(It's amazing, but now's not the time to show it off!)

Kicho: "Mai?"

Mai: "Y-Yeah. Um..."

Mai: "Can you pretend you didn't hear that?"

Kicho: "Does that mean you don't want me to hear it?"

Mai: "..........."

Flustered, he stroked my cheek and looked between Fuku, who was still repeating the words she had learned, and me.

Kicho: "Looks like you've been a pretty good teacher."

(He totally gets it.)

Mai: “Um, no, that’s not what this is...”

Kicho: “No need to pretend you don’t know, and no need for excuses.”

Kicho smiled more happily than usual and stroked Fuku’s little head.

Kicho: “I thought you’ve been spending a lot of time in your room lately, but you’ve been using Fuku as your companion.”

Kicho: “You probably didn’t expect to see her show off this in front of me.”

Kicho: “I guess you could call this a selection error, or maybe a bird selection error.”

Mai: “Ugh...”

Fuku: “I love Kicho.”

Kicho: “I see. You’ve learned a lot. But it’s already late. It’s time for you to get some rest.”

Kicho: “Mai, I'll put her in your room.”

Mai: “Okay.”

Opening the door, he glanced at me and moved Fuku into his hand.

Kicho: "I'll put her back in the birdcage. You go to my room first."

Mai: "Okay."

After a few minutes of waiting, he came back.

Kicho: "Now, let's continue where we left off."

Kicho: "If you really love me that much, I'll listen to you as much as you want."

Mai: "What!?"

Kicho: "You're the right person for the job. If it's me, I won't have to tell anyone else about it."

Kicho: "Plus, it's only natural that you want to help someone you love to death."

Mai: "Please forget about that one."

Kicho: "How could I forget about it after hearing all those cute words?"

Kicho: "If you don't want those cheeks to blush even more, just be honest about it."

Mai: "Ah..."

Smiling happily, he put his hands around my waist and kissed my forehead.

Kicho: "I want more than anything to pour all these feelings I have for you."

Kicho: "Mai."

He looked straight at me and called my name in a seductive voice, and just like that, the feelings from him flowed into me in a rush.

(I'm all messed up.)

(I'm so deeply loved that I can't do anything about it.)

My heart was screaming that I was at my limit, but that scream was quickly replaced by a flutter of excitement and euphoria.

Shaking my head was no longer an option.

Mai: “Then I’ll take it all in.”

Kicho: “Of course.”

He kissed me hungrily after replying.

This time, our sweet time has started without being lured into a dream.

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[angelicapocalypse]

• WHAT IS WITH THESE FACES MAN- AAAA FOR THE LOVE OF- … I'm Fine (luna is not fine she is losing it because of these men and their stupid smirks on their faces) 😤😭😩😔🤚🙈💗 •

• Her Favourite Men Are Making Her Weak- •

[annicaax]

ha I was thinking who will play the bad guy when kicho turns good and we have it here... kicho has a change of heart on the battlefield witnessing ieyasu and mc's love (a repeat scenario from kanetsugu route kind of)? oh yea

[jgjmk4-2]

IkeSen: Let’s run a Flower Shop!

Mitsuhide: My, my, buying roses? You must be giving it to someone special... Maybe someone like... Kenshin?

Ranmaru: Mitsuhide, you know those roses haven’t been de-thorned, right?

Mitsuhide: Yes, I know. I drenched them in poison too.

...

Shingen: My darling, a rose for you to symbolise my passion and love and... I’m off the clock at 8pm if you’re free?

Yukimura: Shingen, STOP. We’re a shop, not a charity. Stop giving away roses for free.

Yukimura [muttering]: It took three hours to remove the thorns for that, you’re gonna have to pay me.

Yoshimoto: Calm down Yukimura, you should be focusing on the beauty of the rose instead of getting mad. Look how pretty they are, especially with the way the light hits them softly like it’s embracing-

Yukimura:  (╯°益°)╯彡┻━┻

...

Mitsunari: Sorry, you want bell flowers? Uh, I think the flowers in that corner over there are the bell flowers.

Masamune [to the customer]: No, those are the roses. Sorry, he’s still unfamiliar with the place.

Masamune: Huh? Oh, no he’s not new, just not very bright-

Hideyoshi: *Glares at Masaume*

Masamune: Ahem- Yeah, he’s new.

...

Nobunaga: You want to buy a cactus? The most prickly cactus we have is over there.

Customer: That’s a person though?

Nobunaga: No, it’s a prickly cactus.

Ieyasu: I’m a person.

...

Kennyo: And what may I get you? You want a sunflower because it’s bright and happy?

Kennyo: We have nothing like that here, we only have flowers of despair and doom that bloom from anguish and suffering-

Ranmaru: Master Kennyo, stop, the customers are going to leave if you keep talking like that!

Kennyo: Sorry, sometimes I get lost in my own monologue. The sunflowers are to your right.

...

Motonari: Ye want flowers, huh?

Motonari: Well the prettiest flower we have here is me, so if ya don’t want it, you better scram right now!!

Ranmaru: Have you noticed that every time you give those two options everyone scrams?

Motonari: You wanna go?! (ง'̀-'́)ง

...

Sasuke: Alas, being pricked so many times whilst making ground spikes has made me immune to being pricked by rose thorns

Kenshin: Oh yeah? Then, are you immune to this?

*Hurls a cactus at Sasuke*

Sasuke: Unfortunately, no. Please call an ambulance.

...

Hideyoshi: You’d like a bouquet for your friend in the hospital? Of course I could help you with that. 

Hideyoshi: Here you go, all done! I hope your friend is okay, I’m sure they’ll be happy to receive these flowers ^_^

Kenshin: They’re fine. They got hit by a cactus, I’m sure they will be happy to receive these.

...

Nobunaga [holding a pot of roses]: Kenshin and Shingen, what are you doing in our shop? Hideyoshi, remove these thorns.

Hideyoshi: You mean the thorns on those roses in the pot you’re holding?

Nobunaga [glaring at Kenshin and Shingen]: No, these thorns standing right in front of me.

...

[A few weeks later]

Sasuke: Well, I’m glad I’ve finally recovered, I’m excited to get back to work with you guys-

Sasuke: Wow... Did you guys have a fight?

*Broken glass everywhere, flowers dying, Kenshin’s sword out, Yukimura hugging his knees and rocking back and forth in a corner, Shingen barely breathing and Yoshimoto has eye bags*

Yoshimoto: What gave it away?

[writingwhimsey]

Hello! Congratulations on your milestone!! For the prompt, i thought it would be interesting the one with the suitors reacts to mc wearing a bikini, with Shingen and Motonari!

Thank you my dear! And thank you for asking for my top two faves! This one is definitely spicy! And it was fun to write!

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

Suitor(s): ikesen Shingen & ikesen Motonari

NSFW 18+ content

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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[ikeromantic]

Motonari, secret, 🥹

Ah how I love this wild pirate man. Approx 1200 words of Motonari and not-so-well-kept secrets.

Motonari paced the deck of his docked ship, trying to work off his irritated mood before the chatelaine returned. Supposedly, she was off doing some sewing commission delivery but that wasn’t true. Or at least, it wasn’t the whole truth. Problem was, he didn’t know what she was hiding. And it was eating at him. 

This was the third time in as many weeks. He’d been tempted to send a crewman to watch her, but there was every chance she’d notice. And then what? She would be angry or sad or maybe both. Motonari didn’t have a great track record with relationships, especially not the romantic kind. He wasn’t sure what you were supposed to do when the person you loved the most started acting strange. Unreliable. 

If it was anyone else, he’d cut ties and leave. But the chatelaine wasn’t like anyone he ever met. She was sweet and kind, with a head full of flowery ideas and pretty words. He loved her so much it made his chest ache. So why this, why now? What was she doing in town that she didn’t want to tell him about? 

Annoyed with her, and annoyed with himself for feeling so helpless, he retreated to his cabin to cook. The familiar routine of chopping vegetables and preparing the fish calmed him down a little. Enough that when she walked in the door a little while later, he was able to smile. “I was wonderin’ if you were gonna make it home today.”

“You know I could never stay away.” She smiled at him as sweetly as ever. So much that he almost doubted what he knew. The chatelaine took a few steps toward him and then wrinkled her nose. “What is that smell?”

“Smell?” Motonari looked around, and realized she must mean dinner. “I was makin’ fresh caught mackerel. Chopped up yer favorite -” He stopped talking as she rushed back up to the deck. 

When he caught up to her, she was taking deep breaths into the sea breeze, and looked a bit green around the gills. “You sick?”

“N-no. I just got queasy all of the sudden. It’s nothing.” She slipped an arm around his waist and leaned into him.

Motonari pulled her close and rested his chin atop her head. She was lying again. He could feel it. But he wasn’t sure what she was lying about. Was she sick and didn’t want to tell him? Images of her wasting away and dying flitted through his mind like a grim portent. No, it was probably something else. Lying did all kinds of things to a person’s health. 

“Sorry I was so late getting back today. My clients always want to talk when I deliver their garments.” She sighed tiredly. 

“Maybe ya should take a break from going in to town. Leave off the work for a bit, savvy?” 

She laughed. “I probably should but I really can’t. Not yet.”

Motonari frowned. “Yet?”

“Well . . . I mean . . . one day I guess? Who knows, right?” She waved her hand as if dismissing it.

“I could make ya take a break. Sail off from the dock and keep ya with me till yer rested.” He meant it as a joke, mostly. Part of him was tempted to do just that though. He’d have her all to himself, and plenty of time to learn her secret too.

She gasped and looked up at him, her expression horrified. “You can’t! I have to go to town!”

“Oh?” He raised a brow. “Why’s that? Yer clients can’t wait a bit for their clothes?”

“Y-yeah. Exactly.” 

Her quick agreement only made him more suspicious. Motonari studied her face intently. He decided he was tired of playing this guessing game, trying to tease out what she hid. “I know yer lying, princess. Now clear the flowers outta yer head and tell me what’s going on? Ya keep visiting town every week, staying til late. Coming back and looking all green at yer gills. Are ya seeing someone? Tell me the truth.” He heard his voice tremble at the end, but he made the words come out anyhow.

“N-no.”

“Stop lying to me. I’m the damn Lord of Deceit. Ya think I can’t see right through it?” He took her chin in his hand. “Who is it yer seeing?”

She pulled away from him and turned her gaze to the sea. “I’m seeing a doctor in town.”

“Yer sick?” He took a step closer but she moved back. 

“No.”

That felt true, so - “Yer . . . dating a doctor?” Motonari felt his heart freeze. The one person he’d believed would never betray him . . . his chest felt too tight, his throat closed to breath. Like he was drowning, crushed by the waves. 

The chatelaine’s eyes went wide. “Dating?” She started to laugh. “Dating? Holy cats! Motonari! No! Oh my god. That’s your - that’s your first thought?” 

“Yeah?” He felt the tension in him release just a hair. “So what then?”

She took a deep breath, looking conflicted. “I - I wasn’t going to say anything yet. I wanted to be sure things were . . . far enough along.” Her gaze found his and held it, her expression so gentle and vulnerable that he could not look away even if he wanted to. 

“Motonari,” she said his name with love and he felt his breath return. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

He felt like someone shot him. His chest, tight only a breath ago, was suddenly hollowed out. Her face looked as if she watched him from the top of a deep well, and he was at the bottom, hearing just the echoes of her words.

“Motonari! Oh! Oh no! Are you ok?” 

He realized he’d fallen to his knees and his cheeks were wet. Was it raining? No - no he could see the sunset and the hint of stars in the east. “I’m - I’m gonna be a dad?” Even his own voice sounded far away.

“Yes.” She knelt beside him and wiped at his tears with her sleeve. “Are you even a - a little happy?” 

Motonari’s world snapped into focus with terrifying alacrity. One moment, he was looking at her from a distance and then there she was, a handspan from him and looking so frightened and alone that he couldn’t bear it. “Happy? I’m over the moon, princess! Ya got so many petals in yer eyes that ya can’t see I’m dyin’ of happiness over here?”

He pulled her into a tight hug and pressed kisses to her cheeks. “Can’t believe ya kept it secret! I oughta be mad at ya. Crazy girl.” 

She laughed and clung tightly to him. “At first, I wasn’t sure if I really was. And then . . . you know, I wanted to be sure the baby was ok.”

“Is it? Are you?” Time stopped until she replied. 

“The doctor says we’re fine. And the midwife thinks so too.” She smiled.

Motonari kissed her. “Ya better not keep secrets from me again,” he whispered. “You’ll kill me with surprises like this. Trust me next time?”

She nodded. “I will. I was just afraid you - you might not want to have kids.” “Pffft. O’ course I do.” He squeezed her tighter. It was a little frightening to think about everything that went into becoming a father. Motonari wasn’t at all sure he was up to the task, but he was up to try with her at his side. He wanted to say something romantic and reassuring, but the only words that would come were I love you, said over and over again between kisses.

[lucyw260]

It's a miracle, finally Shingen's eternal is coming, god I've been worried and begging for so long because they had skipped him originally. Motonari and Mitsunari are coming too and there's confirmation that Ranmaru's route is being made right now as well as Mitsuhide's sequel. It's a good day to be alive😆

[kittygrimm88]

Why Motonari, you want to join in too? I wouldn't mind. I bet I could tame you.😈

[redheadkittys]

...motonari is poetic in his birthday event and i'm a melting mess...